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November 5, 2019

As a bonus to my new book, Sabine, here's their first sexual encounter, as told from Gustav's point of view. I hope you enjoy it.

When I heard that my men had kidnapped Alexis Dubois’ woman I wasn’t too pleased. It had been done on orders from above, and the last thing I wanted was a woman complicating my already stressful life in my current posting. It will give you a hold over him, they argued, and by the time I heard this, it was already a fait accompli. 

When I saw her for the first time, I have to admit that she was a beautiful and desirable woman. Alexis was good-looking and wealthy. He was bound to attract a woman such as this on...

October 26, 2019

He might have killed her, but he fell in love with her instead.

Finding herself alone again, after a passionate three-way romance, Sabine is overjoyed to make a fresh start in the South of France with a new job and a new man. It is 1961, and the post-war world is changing fast. Rich people begin flocking to the French Riviera in search of the good life. But criminals are also attracted to this new source of money. Russia is still a closed Communist state, but some are able to bribe their way in and out of the country for the rich pickings of the Mediterranean life. Sabine’s world comes crashing down, when she finds herself a pawn in a power...

September 28, 2019

Sorry I've been 'away' from my blog for so long! It's been a heck of a year. (No, not the cancer returning. I feel I've got that licked now!). This photograph is of my Dad, taken during an unusually sunny February this year, when we were able to sit outside and have lunch - normally unheard of at that time of year. I was so glad, because a month later, my dear Dad died - a combination of dementia, a broken leg from a fall, and pneumonia. Mercifully, his end was fairly swift and painless, and I was able to be with him every step of the way. He died, holding my hand, and I consider that a blessing. I loved him so much, and miss him a great d...

March 8, 2019

He taught her the ways of love, but he didn't know how to love 

Beatrice, fresh from university, is determined to become a writer, but her sheltered life in 1950s England, as a vicar’s daughter, ill-equips her emotionally to become one. She decides, just ten years after a major world war has ravaged Europe, to travel alone around the continent, to not only discover a life outside her protected bubble, but to discover herself.

Arriving in France in 1955, she meets Sabine, a beautiful, older French woman and her lover, Charles, an Englishman, a French resident for many years. Both Charles and Sabine are captivated by the beautiful, but naïve a...

September 4, 2018

“Where are your sensitive places?” He asked. “Where are the places that when I kiss or lick drive you insane? Not the obvious places. Other places.”

She thought for a moment.

“The insides of my legs, the underside of my arm, my earlobe—oh that has me drooling—but not my stomach because I’m so ticklish. But it has to be the right touch at the right time.”

“You’re very particular, I can see. What is the right touch and when is the right time? How do I know?”

“You’ll know it because you will feel the goose bumps on my skin, hear my sucking in air, feel the shivering of my body. The right time is trickier. It’s obviously not just after you’ve brok...

July 25, 2018

Warning: 18 + years only!

I spotted her through the crowds in the ballroom. People stopped mid-sentence to stare at her, but she appeared not to notice. Her eyes scanned the room and stopped when they hit mine. Remaining motionless she hardly even blinked as our eyes locked. What was she thinking? I wish I knew. Her face revealed none of her thoughts, despite the fact that, as an actress, her job was to display emotion to the watching audience. Was I being assessed? 

I felt a quiver deep within me as I came face to face with one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was even more beautiful than on the screen. Long, dark, shining h...

June 12, 2018

An erotic short story. For 18+ only

She was sitting on a bar stool at the opposite end of the bar. Still. Sensual. Sophisticated. Beautiful. Heart-stoppingly beautiful. Alone. She reached out and picked up her cocktail glass, tilting it towards her lips. As she did so she watched me. Maybe she thought that the distraction of holding the glass in front of her face would hide the direction her eyes were scanning. But I was observant. You don’t spend years as a private investigator and not learn how to observe your fellow human beings.

She realised I had caught her eye. Lowering her glass she gave a half smile, before turning away. I was alread...

May 24, 2018

Now that I've caught your attention.......!  

Please read on. It is very important.

This is just a brief message to inform you of my privacy policy. You have been in receipt of the occasional e-mail from me on my Wix blog. I use the blog to send out occasional FREE erotic stories, plus news about my upcoming books. I don't think I bother you too much, do I? 

I also occasionally help my author friends by sending out news about their newly published books. And they return the favour about mine.

My privacy policy is as follows:

The email addresses on this site are used primarily for sending out FREE short erotic stories, plus the occasional post a...

April 10, 2018

My erotic romance book, SONGBIRD, is now FREE on Instafreebie. For your copy, just click on the link below.

https://claims.instafreebie.com/free/dVrTOwdO

About SONGBIRD:

Harry is a successful 36-year-old Dom who has had many transient relationships with submissive women, and is not looking for a permanent relationship – until he sees and hears a beautiful young woman singing in a club in London.  The woman sang with a throaty and angst-filled voice that suggested a dissolute lifestyle, but had the face of an angel and a body made for sin.  Harry fell head over heels for Pascale, the beautiful songbird, and was determined that she would be his...

March 29, 2018

The Mistress walks down the path towards me. I continue to rake the leaves while watching her hips swaying from side to side as she approaches. She is a shapely woman, that’s for sure. I hope that hopeless husband of hers knows what he has in his bed each night. If she were mine she would get no sleep, for I would seek out her sweet little quim and plant my rod deep inside her all night. She’s close now.

“Henry, how are you? Is it really autumn again? I can’t believe how quickly the summer went.”

“Yes, Ma’am, the leaves are shedding fast. But if we’re lucky we’ll have a few more warm days yet.”

She stops two feet in front of me, putting one h...

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