Ok, this is the bit where I have to sell myself. Why is it so much easier to write about sexy blokes! Anyway… I am a British author, from the depths of the rural countryside near London. In a previous life, I was an Accountant from the age of twenty-one. I still do that on occasions but most of my life is now spent intermingling writing while looking after my husband, two children and two cats (probably in the inverse order to the one listed!). When I have some spare time, I can also be found writing poetry, baking cakes (and eating them), or behind a camera snapping like a mad paparazzi.
In 2015 I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. It was also around this time that I became one of the founding members of a dramatic/erotic/dark roleplaying group on Twitter. It was wildly popular with both English and American followers. The writing helped me to overcome my depression by giving me an outlet to channel my thoughts into and not sit around worrying all day about things that would never happen. I took over responsibility for management of the group and responsibility for development of our storylines. As well as playing at least ten different characters in the group ranging from an innocent virgin, blood thirsty assassin and even a male lover. The success of the role-play spurred me on to writing novels.
I have a love of travelling and like to bring this to my stories to give them the air of reality. Surrendered Control, my first novel released in November 2016, combines two of my favourite travel destinations. India is where I lived for eighteen months with my husband and two children. My young son was only six months old when we travelled there. It was a fabulous time for us all and they learnt so much about the differing cultures, as well as, much to my husband’s chagrin, spending lots of money in the silk shops. The Control series will feature lots of international travel.
I have always been an avid reader. Mainly murder mystery in the past but with Beautiful Bastard I discovered a whole new set of novels and I haven’t looked back since. I like my hero’s hot and hunky with a dirty mouth. My heroines demur but with spunk. And my books in a kickarse series.
The Control Series, Book 2: James and Amy’s HEA
Six months after her split from James, Amy has changed the club beyond all recognition and it is now a dance school. She has achieved something for herself at last but is she living or is she fooling herself that she shouldn’t have used her safe word.
James has recovered from the physical injuries of that night but has he learnt his lesson about the irrepressible need to control. He may have done it for the right reasons, but Amy is not an ordinary girl, she won’t lay down and be his submissive 24/7.
Divided Control is the sequel to Surrendered Control; it takes you on the next part of Amy and James’ journey. Though a holiday to Las Vegas and a visit to a BDSM club, a trip to Yorkshire for a wedding and a figure James’ had hoped to keep away from his family returning; Divided Control will take you on a wild journey and test your emotions to the maximum.
Are you ready to step into the world of Control?
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Once upon a time, in a kingdom of old, there lived a pretty maiden named Marian. She was the cousin of the King of England and much to her annoyance was being used as a pawn in a war against him by the evil Sheriff of Rottingham. You see, today was her wedding day. She was to marry the Sheriff and produce him lots of babies but only in a vanilla position! This was what the ugly man (she had been told that his nose was too big, he had beady eyes and didn’t have a six-pack) did to the woman of England. He married them off to his friends, and they never had fun anymore. It was not right, somebody needed to stop it. And that someone was the elusive Robin Wood and his band of brooding Dom’s. Marian had known Robin as a child, they had grown up together but when Robin went away with the King, in the search for The Holy Grail which contained the elixir which gave total sexual knowledge, she hadn’t seen him again. However, she had heard tales of his rescue of the damsels in distress and helping them settle into a life of perfect bliss with a Dom. She just hoped that he would be able to help her today. In fact, she had spent most of the night praying.
The carriage, she was in, suddenly ground to a halt, and she was flung forward. Her head bumped on the plush velvet cushion of the seat opposite then she stumbled back and hit it again on the not so alluring wooden door frame.
“Ouch.” Was all she said before falling down to the floor, the last thing she had heard, before she blacked out, however, gave her hope.
“For safe passage through Sherwood Forest provide us with the Lady.”
A little time later she awoke on a bed of luxurious silk. When she peeped under the sheets, she was a little alarmed to find that she was wearing nothing but her chastity belt. They had undressed her! What foul fiends! A deep, reverberating cough came from the shadows, and she instantly focused in that direction as a tall, well-defined gentleman appeared from that direction. He was dressed in tight leather trousers and no top. Her breath hitched as she took in every perfect line of his masculinity. He even had that perfect ‘v’ that told of great promise in his pants. She eventually managed to take her gaze from his torso and found his face. He may have been a boy the last time she had seen him, but he still had the same glowing blue eyes. This was Robin Wood.
“Marian, it is good to see you again.” His voice was deep and gravelly; it gave inherent meaning with every syllable.
“Where am I?”
“You are safe. But I cannot let you leave here. It would be too dangerous that you would be forced to lead the Sheriff back here.”
“But was I not unconscious when you brought me here. How would I find my way back here?”
“Good point. We will discuss it later. I think we need to do something first.” His eyes crinkled at the edges and Marian shifted back slightly in the bed. Her inner core was pulsing with very strange feelings.
“W..w…what is that.” She stammered.
Robin whipped the sheets back.
“Stand.” Marian didn’t know why but she quickly scrambled to her feet. Her hands covered her voluptuous breasts in embarrassment. Her lower half was covered by the unsightly chastity belt. “Put your hand’s down beside you.”
“No.” She pouted.
“Substantial John, Friar Fuck?” Robin had stridden towards the door and called out. A second later two men dressed the same as Robin and just as handsome appeared. It didn’t take Marian long to figure out which one was substantial John, after all, she had never seen a bulge like it. “Can you get the belt off. I think Marian needs to learn who is in charge.”
Part of her knew she should put her hands down, but there was a very mischievous part of her that wanted to find out what would happen if she didn’t. She chose the later and stood defiantly.
“I think this one will be trouble, Robin.” The man that she had deduced was Friar Fuck (What kind of name was that?) chuckled. “I will get the others.”
“You can get them, but nobody touches her, she is mine.” He said that with such authority that she almost melted into a puddle of estatic ecstacy on the floor.
The chastity belt was removed in no time at all, and three other men filled the room, she was told that they were More-please, the Erotic Whip Maker’s son, Alan A Flicking-tongue, and Will Scarlett-rope. She was naked before them but kept one arm over her breasts and now shielded her Girlie parts with the other one.
“You are all frightfully horrible.” She stamped her foot, and her bottom lip grew bigger in its pout. They all gave that same intense laugh, the one that had her flooding down below. “I want to go home?”
Robin took a step towards her. “You wish me to take you back to the Sheriff so he can give you vanilla sex for the rest of your life?” She shook her head in the negative really fast. “Then let me show you something.” Before she knew it, he had spun a nearby chair around and taken a seat upon it. Much and Alan had appeared at her side and laid her over Robin’s lap.
“What are you doing?” Her brain was working on saying no, but those girlie parts had other ideas. They wanted to ignite a fire and set it off to an explosion.
“Count for me. Ten.”
“Ten?” She was confused but didn’t have much time to think about it when his broad hand met her bottom in an earth shattering spank. She jolted not in fear but in pleasurable pain.
“Count for me Marian?”
“One.” She trembled a little as she spoke, a little uncertainty remained. However, by the count of number ten she was floating away in a place she didn’t know existed. Her bottom must have been bright red because let’s face it Robin had huge hands, and he was spanking her hard, but she didn’t care. He stood her up, she wobbled a little but still kept her hands hiding her modesty.
“Robin.” She said in a dreamy melody.
“Place your hands on your side?”
They both dropped, and he smiled that pantie dropping (if she was wearing any) smile.
“Everybody out.” He nodded at his band of brooding doms. “I am going to do something to rid Marian of her maiden status and then we are going to figure out how to rid England of the Sheriff of Rottingham forever. Nobody should be forced to experience only vanilla sex for life.”
Marian agreed with him, and as he gently and expertly took her maidenhood, she knew that she had found her Dom and would live happily ever after (well she would antagonize him a bit, where was the fun in being a dutiful woman when she could have a little fun).
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