Guest Starring... Elizabeth Morgan!

Cranberry Blood

(Book 1 in The Blood Series)

by Elizabeth Morgan

Cranberry Blood is the first book in The Blood Series and the sequel to last year’s release, She-Wolf (The Blood Series Prequel.)

Now, for those of you who are new to the series, it doesn’t matter if you have read She-Wolf, you can read Cranberry Blood first. Yeah, I mean it, the events in She-Wolf are linked to Cranberry Blood, but book one isn’t dependent on its prequel.

The order in which you read these two books is completely your choice, either way, welcome to the world of The Blood Series.

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Blurb:

Killing Vampires? Easy. Tracking someone? Simple. Helping, and protecting a Vampire slayer... Bloody hard work!

Thirteen years ago, Brendan Daniels made a deal with a psychic. In exchange for information on the whereabouts of a Rogue Werewolf, he promised to help and protect Sofia's granddaughter. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was getting himself, or his Pack, into.

Nothing about Heather is simple, from her weird dietary needs to her life’s mission. The girl can handle herself, but the promise to protect her soon becomes a need, and one that he can't fully understand.

Vampire Slayer. Born Infected. Blood addict... but not by choice.

Heather Ryan is the most recent slayer in a long family line. Like all before her, she has spent her life searching for her ancestor, Marko Pavel, the Vampire her family has sworn to kill. If that isn't complicated enough, Heather is also a born "Infected", and to keep her from becoming insane or giving in to her darker side, she is on a very strict diet.

Grandmother Sofia has passed, so now it is up to Heather to take the family legacy into her own hands, all alone: or at least, it would have been, if her Grandmother hadn't sent a Werewolf to help her.

What is the irritating Brendan supposed to help Heather with? Sofia never told either one of them. But it doesn't take long for Heather and Brendan to find out that the Vampires have big plans, and that the fiends have waited a long time for them both.

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Excerpt:


(Taken from Chapter One)

The sudden sound of rustling paper snapped me from my thoughts. I tensed, the awareness crackling sharply beneath the surface of my skin.

Someone is in my house.

I walked through the open living room door. A new scent invaded my nostrils. Tangy, manufactured, smelled like expensive cologne. An unfamiliar, black, travel bag sat tucked away between the red leather sofa and TV stand. The papers rustled again. I stepped lightly toward the archway that lead into the dining room, my sword still gripped comfortably in my right hand.

"Your breakfast is getting cold, Heather. I suggest you stop trying to sneak in here and just come in so that we can get this over and done with," said the deep male voice in my kitchen.

What the hell is going on? Who is he? Why is he in my house? How does he know my name? And why the hell has he cooked me breakfast?

I took a deep breath, then exhaled. I slowly walked through the archway into the empty dining room and turned my head to the left to see a strange man seated at my kitchen breakfast bar. He sat casually, in jeans and a forest green T-shirt that clung to his broad, sculptured back and defined biceps. The sun flooded into the kitchen through the side window and glinted off his copper-blond hair, which brushed his shoulders.

"Are you going to come in to the room or stand there drooling all day?" He turned a page of his newspaper.

I inhaled again; nothing new amongst the scent of dog, pine, bacon, and coffee, which meant he wasn't a Vampire. I knew because leeches smelled like mouldy, wet earth; not an overpowering smell, but hidden underneath the products they wore. A huge part of me felt relieved he wasn't a Vamp. A Vampire couldn’t get in here, anyway. They could only come in with a personal invite, and since they all wanted me dead . . . . No matter what state I'd been in last night, I wouldn't have invited one in. So, who the hell is this guy?

I walked toward him, my sword glinting in the sunlight as I gripped the hilt firmly in both hands.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?" I stopped three feet behind him.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Wrong answer." I pressed the tip of my sword into the firm space between his shoulder blades. "I said who the hell are you and what—"

"Killing me isn't going to help." He turned another page of his paper.

"I disagree. I think killing the stranger who broke into my house is a very good idea."

"I did not break in," he replied calmly. "My name is Brendan and I'm actually here to help you."

I snorted. "Like I believe that."

"It's the truth. Besides, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would have. I also wouldn't have left your weapons with you."

"Well, you're obviously an eejit."

He laughed. "You have serious trust issues."

"Trust issues? Says the complete stranger who broke into my house and—"

"I used your house keys. They were in your jacket pocket," he said. "And yes, trust issues, says the stranger. The stranger who promises he isn't here to hurt you."

"Just because you say you're not here to hurt me doesn't mean it's the truth."

"True. But why go to the trouble of killing you when I could have left you lying in the car park the other night and let the seven greedy leeches looking for you find you and bleed you dry."


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Giveaway Information:

Elizabeth is giving away one copy of Cranberry Blood (Book 1 in The Blood Series) to one lucky commenter. Yes, all you have to do is leave her a comment – with your email address - and you can be in with a chance of winning.

Competition ends on July 14th at midnight – 6pm est time. Winner will be chosen with the help of Random.org and emailed by Elizabeth.

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Bio:

Elizabeth started life wanting to be an actress because she loved entertaining people. She enjoyed nothing more than being able to make people laugh and to help distract them from reality for a few hours.

She studied Musical Theatre in college, but during her second year, her mind started to overflow with story ideas, so she began writing plays. Slowly, over the following three years, she was writing more and more, channeling every ounce of her imagination into the written word.

Now here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit in her little cottage in Cheshire, England, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.

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Elizabeth Online:

Blog: http://www.xxxxmyworldxxxx.blogspot.com/

Joint Blog: http://www.notjustastiffupperlip.blogspot.co.uk/

Facebook: Elizabeth Morgan

The Blood Series Facebook Page: www.facebook.com/TheBloodSeries

Twitter: @EMorgan2010

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/ElizabethMorgan

Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/Elizabeth-Morgan/e/B006WR1WLQ/ref=sr_tc_2_rm?qid=1339876094&sr=1-2-ent

Release Blitz! "Pete and Samantha's Guide to Seasonal Sex" Makes a Steamy Debut

Pete and Samantha's Guide To Seasonal Sex - your one stop shop for everything you want to know about seasonal adult activities. As well as spring themed erotic stories, and seasonal adult articles!



This is THE guide you need to read, whether you are a girl, a boy, or both! Written by the world renowned erotic writer Peter Birch, Samantha J Hall, with editing by erotic author Nicky Raven, this new quarterly seasonal adult guide is sure to enlighten, amaze and entertain you through the fresh spring months.


Formatted and digitally published globally by erotica book imprint House Of Erotica.


Available from:


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Giving It Up For Lent


A Beginner’s Guide To Tease And Denial.


Lent is upon us and having used up the last reserves of fats and meats on Shrove Tuesday, good Christians are fasting and turning their backs on luxuries in the name of penitence. Self-denial during lent seems to have transcended the Christian faith and become a cultural period of moderation, inspiring people to give up vices which may be bad for them in excess, such as chocolate or alcohol.

The voluntary denial of pleasure seems to be ingrained in human behaviour, people stick to bizarrely restrictive diets when trying to lose weight, when merely cutting down on calories and going for a jog in the morning would achieve more or less that same result. It is as if we feel the self-imposed, often fairly torturous (remember the cabbage soup diet anyone?) limitations will somehow make up for having over indulged in the first place and magically alter the laws of biology so that the excess weight will be cancelled out by the misery.


Perhaps in some cases people get a kick out of self-denial too, enjoying the victory of willpower over temptation, having the chance to feel good about themselves having given up sweeties for 40 days, and maybe a little justified when they pig out on Easter eggs as soon as lent is over. Delayed satisfaction can be a pleasure in itself, the first glass of wine after 40 days abstinence is always going to hold a higher value and therefore be perceived as more pleasurable than the glass of wine had with dinner every day for the rest of the year. People like to feel they have earned something, be it the Friday evening pint after a hard working week or the huge Sunday roast after a period of dieting, the pleasure is always going to be greater for the perception of it being a ‘reward’.


It comes as no surprise then that people have managed to erotize denial. At first it seems like a bizarre concept, to gain sexual pleasure from the denial or restriction of sexual pleasure. It looks like an entirely counterproductive exercise, however it is a surprisingly common fetish, enjoyed by women and men of all persuasions. Denial is such a popular sexual theme in fact that there is a whole range of toys and devices designed to help people keep their partner from touching where they have been told not to, many selling for upwards of £100. There are multiple websites devoted entirely to the discussion of sexual denial and ‘key-holding’- where someone keeps the key to another person’s locked chastity device to prevent them taking it off without permission and this ‘service’ is popular with clients of professional dominatrices as well as between lovers.


Erotic sexual control takes place in many ways. Some people like to play with ‘tease and denial’ or ‘tie and tease’ in which one partner is deliberately turned on, touched, stroked and tormented, sometimes while restrained, but denied the ultimate release until the ‘dominant’ partner decides orgasm has been delayed long enough. This is perhaps the easiest aspect of denial to understand, there is pleasure to be had in the torment, a bit like extended foreplay. The ‘Dominant’ partner pays a lot of attention to the ‘submissive’ partner, spending a lot of time arousing them, turning them on. If this foreplay goes on a little longer than is comfortable it just adds to the pleasure when it comes. Being kept on the edge of orgasm for a period of time can intensify the sensation of orgasm when it does happen. The waiting, and perhaps begging and pleading can make the coveted release that much sweeter.

A Note From Indigo:

It's always a pleasure to introduce my fans to a hot new read. I'll be reviewing "Pete and Samantha's Guide to Seasonal Sex" this month on my blog. I've just received my advance copy today, and can't wait to read it!  Sometimes, doing research is the best part of my job. I'm not one for delayed gratification, so I'll be starting straight away and passing along my review as soon as I finish up. Until we meet again, stay naughty- it's so much more fun than being nice!

Typing with Sticky Fingers,

Indigo Skye



Guest Starring... Slave Nano!

How ‘Alice in Wonderland’ inspired the book...


On this week’s part of my two week blog tour to promote my new book, ‘Alice in Fetishland’ I’m talking about how the classic ‘Alice in Wonderland‘ and ‘Alice Through the Looking Glass’ books inspired my own bdsm/fetish re-imagining of them.


The ‘Alice’ books provide great material for a bdsm re-working. For starters, they are one of those rare works where the characters are so well known and recognised that your readers will understand the references. They have become ingrained in our collective consciousness, not just through Lewis Caroll’s original stories and Sir John Tenniel’s iconic illustrations but also through numerous film and television re-interpretations. Who hasn’t heard of Alice, the White Rabbit or the Red Queen?


Although conceived as children’s books they have a dark underbelly to them, which many artists and illustrators have drawn out, and this lends itself to the creation of an alternative bdsm/fetish world. Many of the characters have a nightmarish quality about them and this was an atmosphere I wanted to capture in my book.


In my version Alice becomes the main character, Kim. The Red Queen is, well, the Red Queen, but a version of her you would not have seen before. She is a red and black PVC clad dominatrix who rules over Nemesisland, a fetish fantasy world of her own creation appearing throughout the book in numerous guises and costumes. The developing relationship between Kim and The Red Queen and her journey into submission forms the heart of the narrative of the story.


The Red Queen also has The Duchess, her transvestite lady-in-waiting and companion. The Cheshire Cat becomes the black cat, who acts as a guide to Kim through the strange world she finds herself in and also relates the back-story that explains why she has been selected and brought to serve The Red Queen. The White Rabbit, the Hatter, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, the Caterpillar, the Walrus and the Carpenter and the Lion and the Unicorn all make an appearance in the book.


Like Alice, in this version of the tale, Kim also has a lot of adventures but of a bdsm and fetish kind. The book contains scenes of bondage, cock and ball torture, nipple torture, corporal punishment, electrical play, wax play, medical play, breath play, strap-on play and cling film mummification, so there are some quite descriptive BDSM scenes in there. Kim becomes a willing and enthusiastic partner as the Red Queen torments her into submission. But Kim is somebody special to the Red Queen and there is a much deeper purpose behind her being brought to serve her.


Story blurb


In this bdsm re-invention of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works in to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission. The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past. Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.


Buy links


Adventures in Fetishland is available at:


Xcite Books: http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/7029/Adventures-in-Fetishland.html


Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B007MPYV3I/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=lucyfelthouse-21&linkCode=as2&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B007MPYV3I


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Excerpt from Adventures in Fetishland...

“She looks tasty,” announced the walrus.

“Yes, very tasty,” echoed the carpenter.

“Do you think she’ll come and play with us?”

“It doesn’t look as though she has any choice walrus. She has been offered up for us,” replied the carpenter, who started massaging Kim’s tits through the crisp cotton pinafore dress.

“I think we should have some fun,” said the carpenter as his fingers disappeared under the dress to explore Kim’s cunt.

“Oh, definitely yes.”

The walrus’s fat fingers were running down Kim’s mound seeking out her hole as the carpenter unbuttoned the top of the dress to expose her lovely breasts for more attention and started to rub and knead her nipples. Kim began to purr with the attention. She couldn’t help it, it was an instinctive reaction. She might have felt violated but she didn’t. She had too much experience for that and besides, she had so let herself go into the spirit of Nemesisland that nothing really shocked her any more. She gasped. The walrus had found her sex and slipped a finger inside it and was massaging the inside of her cunt with a twisting motion. Shit, thought Kim, that feels good. Her cunt was sopping wet. It just responded instantly to stimulation in that way. Kim put it down to the years working in the massage parlour where she had to be in a constant state of readiness. Kim groaned. Another finger had been thrust into her cunt and the carpenter was tweaking her tender nipples between thumb and finger. The walrus pulled out his fingers and held them to his nose.

“She smells of oysters,” he announced.

“Oh, that’s our favourite,” said the carpenter.

Oysters, thought Kim, what a cheek!

“Here, have a taste of her,” said the walrus stretching his hand out to the carpenter.

He hungrily sucked Kim’s cunt juices off the walrus’s fingers.

“Very tasty. I’ve always said, you can’t beat the smell and taste of oysters. Are you going to eat her up?”

“Oh yeah,” said the walrus.

“Well don’t eat her all up. Save some of her juices for me. I know how greedy you are.”

“Me, greedy? You’re just as greedy.”

Author profile

Slave Nano writes stories drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship, bondage, domination and submission, sado-masochism and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.

His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward.

Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom. He works full time and juggles his writing with this. His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.

Find out more about Slave Nano at www.slavenano.co.uk

Nano facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002876113960&ref=tn_tnmn

Congratulations! Blisse Kiss with Heart Winners Announced

Congratulations to all the readers who commented on my Blisse Kiss with Heart post. Each lucky winner will receive a copy of my e-book, Her Captive Muse. Enjoy this steamy read!

I'll also be forwarding everyone a copy of my original short story, "Cherry-Boy," the tantalizing tale of a young man's first time. Sweet and sexy!

A big thank you to Victoria Blisse for the opportunity to participate in Blisse Kiss with Heart. I'm happy to join in the fun- it's sure to be a good time when Miss Blisse is involved!

Winners, watch your inboxes. I'll be emailing you with prize details today!

Typing with Sticky Fingers,

Indigo Skye

Blisse Kiss With Heart Giveaway

I'm returning to the blogosphere with a fabulous giveaway for my readers. This week, I'm participating in Blisse Kiss With Heart, the brainchild of Victoria Blisse. She's asking authors to post up kissing scenes from their hottest fiction and offer prizes for readers. Here's the kicker- each excerpt you read during Blisse Kiss With Heart is taken from a book which donates some of the proceeds to charity. 

My story, "True Confession," was included in Lucy Felthouse's short erotica collection, Uniform Behaviour. This project donates a portion of all sales to the UK charity, Help For Heroes. I'm proud to participate in this worthy event- and I'm in great company. Check Victoria's site here for more fantastic fiction from today's hottest authors, and win some great prizes!

I'll be giving away copies of my first novel, Her Captive Muse, to anyone who comments on my posted excerpt. Don't forget to include your email address so I can get in touch with the lucky winners! I'll also be giving three lucky winners a copy of my short story, Cherry-Boy. To enter, just comment on this post! I will distribute prizes on March 31st, so watch my blog for details.

Excerpt from "True Confession"
By Indigo Skye


I hear the sound of Father Matthew's footsteps, hurrying up the stairs behind me. He grabs my arm too tight. "You're putting me in an impossible position," he says fiercely.



"Impossible positions? If you wanna talk dirty, let's go back to my place," I tease, making him laugh.

 "I can't stop myself from having impure thoughts about you. Even in my dreams, you tempt me," he confesses.


"That's what I do best," I grin. He tries to resist; I up the ante. Tempting him further, I press against him, giving him a teasing little kiss. I lean close, arching against him in the narrow stairwell. He moans when I slip my tongue into his mouth. I feel the hard length of his cock through the fabric of my trench-coat, pressing urgently against me.


I unbutton my coat slowly. "I have a surprise for you," I grin, revealing a sexy little Catholic school-girl uniform- a white blouse and my rosary; my St. Columba's sweater and a plaid skirt; come-fuck-me heels.


"I'm a bad girl," I purr, dropping my coat to the floor. "I need a spanking. Punish me..."


"Why?" he asks. "You look like a good girl to me."


"I'm a sinner... and I have a confession to make." I drop my little black sweater at his feet. He cups my left breast, moaning.


"Tell me more..." he says, with a naughty grin.


"I have sexy dreams about you. I touch myself and pretend that you're watching me. I think about fucking you all the time," I whisper, unzipping his fly.


"You should pray for forgiveness," he whispers.


"You might be right about that." Smiling wickedly, I lead Matthew to the top of the stairs and kneel before him. "Bless us O Lord, and these, thy gifts, which we are about to receive…and receive again…" I murmur, worshipping his cock with my tongue.

Guest Starring... Elizabeth Kyne!

Indigo Skye: Ink and Art

Welcomes Author Elizabeth Kyne

Today, I'm thrilled to host author Elizabeth Kyne. This dynamic writer trained to be a radio journalist and spent her early working years reading news bulletins and writing for magazines. Later, after learning the meaning of “mortgage” and “gas bill”, she decided to do the sensible thing and drop the freelance lifestyle to get a proper job. The job, however, all went horribly wrong and she returned to her first love of writing, and worked on several novels before finding success with If Wishes Were Husbands.

Congratulations on your success, Elizabeth. Wishing you all the best on your blog tour! We at Indigo Skye: Ink and Art salute you for having the courage to truly pursue your dreams. (What could be more romantic than that?) Cheers to you!

The fabulous Ms. Kyne is here today to dish the dirt about why she took the ultimate risk and ditched her day job in pursuit of her dreams. She's written a piece for Indigo Skye: Ink and Art that I think my readers will enjoy. It certainly inspired me!

WHY I GAVE UP THE DAY JOB

Author Elizabeth Kyne admits doing the one thing writers are urged not to do


Here’s a piece of advice editors give to writers when they sell their first novel: “don’t give up the day job”. It’s an entirely sensible piece of advice, one that is repeated often, which has many plaudits, and with which I agree wholeheartedly. Even though I didn’t actually follow the advice myself.


For most people, jobs are good things. They bring us income, a purpose, certainty, colleagues, something to get up for in the morning, a routine, and doubtless many more advantageous attributes. (They can also bring infuriating bosses, refused leave requests, impossible deadlines, long and frustrating commutes… and all the rest of it: but let’s stick to the good things for now). For some, especially in these tough economic times, a job is not something to “have”, like one might have a packet of biscuits, but something to strive for. A friend of mine, last year, finally got a job after two years of unemployment, and I am so thrilled for him, it’s great news and something which I have great admiration for.


I have a job. Well, sort of. I had a job, really. It was a full time thing with all the stuff that I mentioned above. In theory, it should have been great. I planned for it to be great. I loved how it allowed me to pay the mortgage every month, book a holiday and actually take it, strive for career progression and all the rest of it. But at the same time, it was all rather “normal”. I’ve never really done normal. I’m the sort of person who had three earrings put in one ear and dyed my hair red purely because I wanted to show that I was different. (Rather annoyingly, everyone seems to be dying their hair red these days, so I’m seriously thinking about going back to brown). I was a grown up, I told myself, and a job is one of the things that a grown up should have.


There was one teensy, weensy thing that I could never quite come to terms with. Having a job, it seemed, took away a certain amount of control over my own life. This was rather awkward. I mean, back when I was a freelance writer for magazines, I would decide what I wanted to write about, ring the editor and, if they agreed, I produced an article about that subject. I admit, there were things that were out of my control, like layout of the article or editing of my work and – in one unfortunate case – the publisher deciding to close the magazine, but in general I was the boss of me. I quite liked being the boss of me. I was reasonably demanding, but I was also quite forgiving and I liked that about myself.


For a while, my regular job was sort of like that. Until one major project which I worked damned hard over. I rather over-worked myself, if truth be known, but I understood there was a budget and resource issues and I really wanted to get it done, so I bloomin’ well did it. Then, at the end of it, the bosses decided that they didn’t want me to do it anymore, snapped their fingers and threw me back to the pit from which I’d crawled. I still had a “job”, they still paid me, but all that effort was for nothing. I was, to say the least, a bit miffed. I mean, I’m quite prepared to try and fail, but when I’m doing it on someone else’s terms – and they change those terms on a whim – it’s rather demoralising.


As I continued to work that job, I longed for days of yore back when I was my own boss. And, let’s be truthful, when I was back writing. Putting everything into a job is fine, but if your job does not appreciate it, you start to reconsider. I started to reconsider. What was I doing there if I wasn’t getting anything out of it anymore? It was a good question.


There was one thing I was getting out of it, of course: a salary. This is, I have to admit, quite a useful thing to have. If a job has nothing else going for it, then a salary will go a pretty long way to creating a silver lining. A sensible person, of course, would simply go and get another job. This happens all the time with normal people, I’m told. They spend some time at one job and, when it ceases to inspire them to get up in the morning, they look around for another job. But, as stated above, I am neither normal nor sensible.


So, I jacked it in. Well, sort of. I half jacked it in. In actual fact, I went part time; initially one day per week and, eventually, two days per week. It kept a little bit of money coming in while I pursued my new career as a novelist.


Bonkers!


Barmy!


An apple short of a fruit salad!


But I did it. Because I couldn’t stand working in a job where I wasn’t appreciated anymore, and would always be wondering “what if…?”.


The point is, no one should give up the day job to become a writer because it is such a precarious profession. You may hit the big time like JK Rowling or you may never get published. You may sell one book, but there’s no guarantee you will sell the second or third, and even then the advance may not be enough to pay the bills.


But, for me, all the sensible advice in the world wasn’t going to stop me. If I had been able to write a novel while I was still working at that job, I would have done. I have great admiration for writers who do this, and some of them do it while bringing up a young family at the same time (when do they sleep?). I am not that sort of person. I am absorbed by one thing or another. If I gave my all to my writing, I would not be giving value for money at my job, and vice versa.


So, I had an opportunity to change my life and I decided to go for it – despite the fact that it was a mad idea. I mean, seriously, don’t try this at home kids. There’s a lot at risk and I can’t say that I’m making anything near the salary I once had, but inside I was a writer and I needed to express that. I needed to give myself a proper chance because otherwise I would always end up hating myself for not doing so. People who are successful are the risk takers. That’s what people who go into business do, they take a risk on a product. I decided to take a risk on my writing. I’m not at the stage yet where I can say that I’ve fully made it, but I don’t regret doing what I did and, if I had that time all over again, I would still go against all the sensible advice and give up my day job.


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If Wishes Were Husbands
By Elizabeth Kyne

Rachel re-invents herself when she moves back to her home town of Aylesbury; with a new job, a new house and a new haircut. But people’s eyes glaze over when she tells them about her life as a forty-something singleton who works in accounts. So why not spice things up a bit? Why not tell her new hairdresser and her new friends about her fantastic husband? Everyone wants to hear about Darren, the man who cooks her amazing meals, cleans the house and takes her to bed for orgasmic sex three times a night! What a shame he doesn't exist…



…Until she comes home one night and finds Darren sitting in her lounge. And everything she said becomes true: from his sensuous food to his skill in bed. So real, that she believes it.
Not as if living with a perfect is man is… well, perfect…

She can’t find anything because every time she puts something down, he tidies it away. Then there’s the shock of the credit card bill from buying all that gourmet food. Not to mention the sex! Three times a night is great at first, but sometimes all she wants at the end of the day is a sandwich and some sleep.


Then Rachel decides that Darren has to go - and that’s when her troubles really begin.

Elizabeth Kyne takes the absurdities of the modern woman's quest for love and turns them into an enjoyable romp. She finds the comic in everyday situations, from buying a dress to experimenting with hair dye at home. While, underneath, she comments on the pressure to find the perfect husband and how that quest is doomed for us all.

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