Tie Me Up Cover Reveal!!!

Originally posted on f dot leonora:

I am so proud of this GORGEOUS cover, and that Riverdale Avenue Books used my cover concept! Do you judge books by their covers? I do, and glad TIE ME UP has such a hot cover. The inside is even hotter, believe me!!!

Tie Me Up



How gorgeous is that cover? I can’t believe I will soon be able to say I am a published writer, and in such good company.

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The Liebster Award



I was nominated by the very lovely Oleander Plume from Poison Pen Dirty Mind. A lady I feel very blessed to have in my life, she’s always there with support and encouragement when I need it. She is amazing. She also wrote one of my favourite blog posts from January, a beautifully powerful piece that made my heart full, A Beautiful Mind. I feel very lucky to count her as a friend, so a big thank you to Oleander for nominating me.

The award comes with rules, so if you are nominated, you are required to do the following:

1. Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.
2. Answer the questions provided by the person who nominated you.
3. Provide eleven random facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 5-11 blogs that you feel deserve the award and have less than one thousand followers.
5. Create a new list of questions for the bloggers to answer.

Here we go….

My answers to Oleander‘s Questions:

1. What would you pick to be your personal theme song?

Bon Jovi’s It’s My Life. It just speaks to me, never fails to cheer me up. Plus it references one of my Dad’s favourite songs (Sinatra’s My Way).

2. Tell me your favorite movie quote (and what movie it’s from).

“Home is where the heart is, home is where they catch you when you fall.” From Home is Where the Heart Is. I just love the idea behind this. Since my dad  died I have been searching for that sense of home again, and I hope one day I find it. 🙂

3. What have you always wanted to write about, but haven’t yet?

I don’t think there’s anything really. I tend to write from the heart so it’s very raw and true. If I want to write about it I do.

4. What are you wearing on your feet right now?

Red nail polish. ;D Am barefoot, which means in about 30 minutes I will have to find some slippers or socks because my feet will be freezing. But I hate wearing anything on my feet. Love being barefoot.

5. What is your favorite sex position to put your story characters into?

Hmmmmmm. Tough one. Anything where a girl is watching her guy get fucked by another guy is usually a winner with me. But also sex upright against walls/doors/etc, which is funny because in real life that is a bloody awkward position unless your heights are perfectly matched.

6. Would you like fries with that?

Always!! Although as a Brit I’d rather have good old chippy chips, or steak cut chips.

7. Favorite cartoon character?

Another tough one. Probably Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, or maybe Jessy from the Toy Story films. When I was a kid I always liked the Care Bears.

8. You just won a million dollars, what would you do first?

Clear my debts.

9. BCILF? (Book Character I’d Like to Fuck)

Oooooh. Torn between Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice or Strider/Aragorn from Lord of the Rings.

10. Who is your favorite music artist?

Bon Jovi. I have loved them since I was 7 years old. That’s true love, and true love lasts a lifetime. But generally I am a huge fan of 80s Classic rock.

11. What are you writing at the moment?

I have two erotic short stories I am working on for submission deadlines, one short erotic story I am working on for fun (and uni), and two novels (one fantasy, one realism) I am working on for uni. Plus a research project on Heroes’ Virtue in Mythology for uni. And various book and film reviews. I like to keep busy. :-/


Random Facts About Myself:

  1. I am currently doing a Masters in Writing.
  2. I’d like to do a PhD when I finish my MA, and have been investigating American Universities.
  3. I have no family.
  4. I am kind of anti-social.
  5. I always fall for the wrong guy and end up getting hurt.
  6. I have travelled a lot but have no photos because they all got lost in moves over the years.
  7. I love Greek and Roman Mythology.
  8. Seeing people write in, or dog-ear books makes me get twitchy, I also cringe when people ‘break the spine’ on a book. 90% of my books are pristine, despite being read numerous times, the rest came from charity shops.
  9. I’ve only been writing erotica for about 8 months.
  10. I have had my first erotic short story accepted to be published in a collection due out soon.
  11. I have three tattoos, and another seven planned. If I had the funds the ratio of have to planned would be much higher. 😀


Nominations (in no particular order):


If any of my nominees do want to play along here are my questions for you to answer:

  1. What’s your idea of a perfect Sunday morning?
  2. If your house was burning down and you could save one item, what would it be? (Question assumes family and pets are safe).
  3. Is the glass half-empty or half-full?
  4. If you could have a threesome with any two celebrities who would you choose?
  5. Which is your favourite season and why?
  6. Do you have a favourite book (one you read over and over)? What is it and why?
  7. If you could be any character from literature who would you be and why?
  8. Coffee or tea (or something else)?
  9. What are you wearing right now? (Yeah I know I’m a perv).
  10. If you could move to any country, where would you go and why?
  11. What superpower would you love to have?


That was so much harder than I thought but great fun. Thanks again to Oleander for nominating me.


*Realised some of my nominees have already been nominated (even though I tried to check), so if you have already been nominated feel free to ignore this. 🙂

The Big Book of Bondage by @AlisonTyler – Giveaway


Earlier this week I reviewed Alison Tyler’s The Big Book of Bondage, and now I have an excerpt to share with you, and thanks to Cleis Press I have a giveaway in which you can win a copy of your own.

Big Book of Bondage

The Big Book of Bondage

Excerpt from Burned by Alison Tyler, part of the anthology The Big Book of Bondage edited by Alison Tyler:

There was music in the clink of my overall buckles when he undid each one. There was a gentlemanly quality in the way he helped undo the knots on my Docs, the way he pulled off every scrap of my clothing before spreading me out on the floor. But there was brutality in the way he fucked me, and I thought, I could get used to this.

I wonder if it’s the fact that I didn’t act as if I wasn’t good enough that turned him on. I mean, since that afternoon I’ve witnessed the power of Rick’s appearance on other people. He makes them stammer. Stutter. Forget their own goddamn names. But I’ve been painting pretty people all my life. I am not wired in that way. I mean, I wasn’t. Yeah, Rick made my panties wet. But maybe it had something more to do with the way he touched me, the way he seemed to understand how my thoughts clicked together, more than the fact that he could have bench-pressed three of me if he tried.

Okay, so where does Jenny come into all this?
 Well, not at the start. There were two years at the beginning when Rick and I ate and drank and devoured each other. When my man came home for lunch simply to fuck me against the wall, forgoing food in favor of my pussy, or for the flavor of my pussy.

And then one day Jenny showed up. A girl with a black heart. Rick had never been too concerned with the fact that I was bi. He knew I wasn’t going to cheat on him or leave him for another woman or another man. We were rock solid like that. He worked at his job all day while I painted. He fucked me every free second he had. He knew I wouldn’t leave him just because he didn’t have a pussy. “Bi” in my world simply means that I’ve been with men and I’ve been with women. Before Rick there was Jenny. Before Jenny was Max. I go with my heart. I don’t care what parts you have as long as they connect with mine.
Jenny showed up the way she always showed up. She came slithering under the doorjamb, appearing in a puff of smoke. Fire-breathers have all sorts of tricks like that. When I returned from a run, Jenny was there on my sofa, curled up in the corner as if she’d been there all along, as if she’d never left. Except we hadn’t lived here together. She’d had to look long and hard to find me.


The giveaway to win a copy of The Big Book of Bondage will be open for a week and then a winner will be picked. Please note competition only accounts and people who are ‘taking advantage’ will be disqualified.

Giveaway is now closed. Winner has been selected. Congratulations to @Becksandherkinks

Book Review – The Big Book of Bondage by @AlisonTyler

Big Book of BondageThe Big Book of Bondage
Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint
Edited by Alison Tyler
$15.95, Trade Paper
352 pages, 5 x 7

ALISON TYLER is prolific author of erotic fiction and is the editor of Three-Way, Heat Wave, Best Bondage Erotica, Love at First Sting, and Naughty or Nice. Called a “literary siren” by Good Vibrations, she is the author of over twenty-five explicit novels. Her books have been translated into Japanese, Dutch, German, Italian, Norwegian, Greek, and Spanish. She also has a well-travelled website at alisontyler.com.


Alison Tyler is fascinated with the ecstasies of giving up, giving in, and entrusting one’s pleasure (and pain) into the hands of another. The sensual stories in The Big Book of Bondage delve into a world of unrestrained passion, revealing heart-stopping dynamics that will thrill and inspire you. To Tyler, bondage means “I trust you to keep me safe,” and yet BDSM can also mean “I trust you to hurt me.” Because the most important part of bondage, of dominance—of all the slippery ways one can play with those concepts—is trust. Of course, in The Big Book of Bondage, trust involves leather cuffs, collars, whips, blindfolds, belts, gags and toys.

I really enjoyed this collection. It had a great mix of bondage stories, including quite a few where the dominant was female. I enjoyed pretty much every story, even Curry, Extra Hot by N. T. Morley where the description of ‘figging’ made me wince. My favourite stories mostly include females dominating their partners, for the most part F/M stories, but one was F/F.

  • Prey by Madeline Elayne – I loved this story. From the moment of inception, through the urgency of his escape, the seesaw of his feelings as he is torn between wanting to be caught and drawing out the chase, to the moment when she ties him down then fastens on a strap-on and takes him. Hot, sexy and oh so yummy.
  • Life Drawing by Vida Bailey – This great, sexy story is the only male domme in this list.  I loved the slow build up, the way she submits without him being overly dominant, it all feels so organic, and sensual. Very nicely done.
  • “Golf” Spelled Backwards by Andrea Dale – A female golf-pro takes charge in this fun story about improving your golf game, and learning to take instruction. Nicely told, good pace, teasing and hot.
  • Balancing the Books by Lucy Felthouse – In this sexy story a book-lover finds his submissive side when he starts working for the aloof  and captivating Giovanna. I liked how this story started near the end, and then flashbacked to the meeting. Hot, sexy, and dominating bookshop owner. I want to be Giovanna.
  • River of Beauty by Sharon Wachsler – This gorgeous story was really erotic. It tells the story of an artist and her girlfriend. The way it blended erotic and sexy was beautiful. The descriptions of skin and paints was so evocative you could really feel it. Exquisite.

Overall: I loved this book. I think it has something for everyone.

Look out for an excerpt and giveaway coming up in my next post.

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 *Disclaimer – I was sent a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review. An edited version of this review appears on other websites.

Pub Rugby

I angled my phone snapping the photo quickly, hoping no-one would try the door. I’d used doorstop from the fire-door to wedge it shut but you never knew. I tucked my tits back into my bra, and pulled my shirt back on as I went over and kicked the wedge from under the door. I moved back to the sinks and picked up my phone, sending Ben the photo I just snapped before glancing in the mirror and smoothing my hair. We’d been here a few hours watching the rugby, and the first half of the England game had been a bit of a washout. Hardly any points on the board and no real pushes. It was a boring game but both sides field some lovely specimens of manhood, and watching rugby always tends to rev my engine so feeling a bit naughty I’d had the photo idea. I stopped at the bar on my way back to the table and as soon as I put his pint down in front of him I knew he’d opened my message. It was the way his eyes focussed on my chest as he shifted in his seat, I grinned at him as I sat down, then pointed at the big screen, “Perfect timing, second half is just starting.”

I sat down and Ben put his hand on my knee, sliding it under my skirt to caress my thigh. The pub was busy, every table full but no-one noticed, every eye was fixed on the screen. He moved his hand so his fingertips brushed the sensitive place on my inner thigh, and my nipples immediately hardened. I saw his eyes flick from the screen to see my response, and he reached past me shifting my drink onto a beer-mat and allowing his fingers to brush a nipple as he sat back, his other hand still stroking my thigh, moving higher with each stroke. He opened his hand spreading his fingers and pushing my thighs as apart as my skirt would let them go, the table hiding most of his movement.He worked his hand further up my thigh, and as his thumb brushed the spot where my panties would be he turned his head to look at me. I grinned but kept my face fixed on the screen, watching as the English forward broke away from Ireland’s defence and made a run for the line. He squeezed the top of my thigh letting his thumb brush over my lips, gently running along the slit without pushing in between.

I shifted in my seat, trying to keep my focus on the match while he continued to tease me, his fingers squeezing my thigh and his thumb stroked my lips. I could feel myself getting wetter but I tried hard not to shift in my seat, not wanting to draw attention knowing that at any moment someone could look over and see. When England broke away again and the crowd around me leapt to their feet I yelled along knowing I couldn’t stand up, and Ben took the opportunity to let his thumb slip between my lips brushing over my clit and letting a finger slide along the slit spreading my wetness. As England crossed the line my gasp was lost in the crowds yells and I bit my lip, holding back a moan as Ben circled my clit with his thumb, and slipped two fingers into me. He worked my clit, letting the rocking motion slide his fingers into me, a slow thrusting movement wasn’t too obvious. My hand clenched my pint but I didn’t try to pick it up, and when I glanced at Ben he was grinning at the screen. He kept up the slow teasing until I was dripping around his fingers, I was starting to worry there would be a wet patch on my skirt when I stood up but I was so turned on I didn’t really care. When England pushed forward again near the end of the second half and everyone was on their feet again, he took the opportunity to thrust his fingers harder, while his thumb massaged my clit. I could feel myself losing control as he pushed me towards the edge and when England scored everyone started cheering and I yelled as I came around his fingers. He slipped them easily out of me and I moaned, a quiet disappointed sound.

Ben turned meeting my eye as he brought his hand to his mouth and purposely licked each finger. Then he put his arm across the back of my chair, stroking my neck before resting his hand on my shoulder. I let my hand slide over his leg, grazing his cock which is pushing at the fabric of his jeans. I am still feeling horny, my cunt still throbbing and dripping, and I press my legs together in an effort to stop the heat and wetness. As the clock hits full-time Ben stands up, grabbing my hand and tugging me to my feet, he speaks to the guys at the next table dropping my coat across our chairs, they nod glancing over but focussed on the end of the match. He heads towards the bathrooms but when we get there he goes past them and slips out the fire door, sliding the wedge in to stop it closing behind us.

We’re standing in the alley behind the pub there’s a steel door blocking the entrance from the street and no-one comes out here until they throw the trash at the end of the night. It’s not quite dark yet so Ben moves me behind the door, pinning me against the wall as he kisses me. Me hands fumble at his waist, unfastening his jeans and wrapping my hand around his cock, freeing it so it can stand up. I stroke it as he kisses my neck, pushing the neck of my shirt to one side and biting my shoulder as he slides his hand up my skirt. I stroke his cock faster, and when he slips a finger into me I moan wanting more. I let go of his cock and move my hands to his shoulders, stretching up to whisper in his ear, “Please fuck me.” He groans pushing my skirt up as he bends slightly, then he’s thrusting into me. My feet find the step behind me and I move, leaning back against the wall as he pushes into me again. The entire second half was basically foreplay so it doesn’t take long before I’m coming again, tightening around his cock, and dragging him over the edge with me. As we come he kisses me smothering my cry of release, and we stay standing there for a moment, leaning against each other, his cock still in me. When he straightens I reach down tucking him back into his jeans and buttoning them up, as he straightens my skirt.

Back inside he heads to the bar while I stop in the bathroom, after washing my hands I block the door and snap another picture. After all, there’s still another match to go.