Times are a’changing

Hey all,

So before I get started I just wanted to say YOU PEOPLE ROCK! yeah, you do…hard core!!

Now down to business….It is with a heavy heart…no that’s too cliché, it’s not you it’s me….no thats been done to death…I can’t be part of a two until I’m a better one…oh shoot me now!!

What I’m trying to say is…I’m leaving Love, Lust and Laptops…..don’t worry I’m not going far and the ladies really won’t be getting rid of me that easily, even if they wanted to. I will still be around but it’s time I stepped aside and let someone more interesting than me take a crack at this.

You know I am not the most consistent of bloggers, and more often than not I just haven’t been able to give you the quality of post I know you deserve. So it’s time for me to go and leave you in the capable hands of……..*drum roll*…..*prolonged pause like they do on talent shows*….. KALYN COOPER!!!!!!!!   whoop whoop *throws confetti and streamers all over the place*

KaLyn is a lovely lady and I just know you will adore her, I am not confirming anything but she might actually be a hugger….just saying….

She will be taking over officially from me as of…NOW! So expect to hear from her next time.

I meant what I said, you guys totally rock and don’t worry I really will still be around. Just every day life can be a drag sometimes and my life is pulled in so many different directions that something had to snap, sadly its blogging with L, L and L.

I will miss ya all and please find me on FB, Twitter and my own blog if you want!

Until next time remember…..an author is for life not just for christmas….or sales…or holidays….or you know those secret times in the middle of the night when you say…”just one more chapter”……


Words of the Day..Same Sex by Cherie Nicholls

Now, for those who don’t know, I don’t write M/M or F/F although I’ve dabbled in F/F/M.

I might not write them myself, I do love reading them. So I thought to my self what should I post about today? Then I remembered a conversation with Vanessa North about her latest release. Then I remembered a couple of other same sex books I’ve read recently and though…you know what why not share the same sex love! So here you go people…… a couple of GLBT recommendations from me….

CARINA_0514_9781426898303_HighAndTight-647x1024Pilot Adam Walker has had one great love in his life: Harris Kingston. But twelve years ago, when he accepted a scholarship and joined the Navy, he chose duty to his country over love. Their on-again off-again relationship was never more than private joy, a frustrating fact of military life.

Harris never wanted to be anyone’s dirty little secret. When Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was repealed two years ago, Adam broke his heart one last time. He’s picked up the pieces and moved on, building a great career and dating guys who aren’t afraid to be seen in public with him. But when Adam strolls into his salon asking for a haircut, his newfound happiness goes to hell in a handbasket.

Adam’s been at war with himself for over a decade. Now on the verge of leaving the military, he’s desperate to court Harris the right way and be forgiven. With two weeks’ leave and a Navy man’s conviction, he’s ready to start over…if he can convince Harris he’s ready to come out and commit.


_6945669Martin has had the hots for his boss for as long as he can remember, so when Byron declares he needs a date to keep his mother off his back, of course Martin jumps at the chance.

He has one condition—he wants a night of unbridled sex with his boss. From P.A. to partner, can they make it last, or is this strictly a one time only offer?



mated_forever__42288.1377214301.300.450The full moon is always a time for danger and mating. This month it brings the scent of Louisa’s mate. Jorie is on the run and in grave danger. Being rescued by Louisa brings safety and a new temptation. As the girls act on their feelings, and passion overtakes them, they are unaware of the danger surrounding them both.

When Jorie is kidnapped, it’s a race against time. Will Louisa be able to save her mate, or will the past and all its secrets destroy them before they even have a chance at forever?




Ok quick thing….if you are going for GRL this year….look out for Vanessa and say I said to ask where her t-shirt is!

Until next time….remember…..writing ain’t easy…trust me this block is practically killing me…..

This time next week….by Cherie Nicholls

This time next week will find most of the Love, Lust and Laptop ladies at RT14 What is this RT14 I hear you ask……well I would if I was there…man you people are literally innit…

So RT is short for Romantic Times. Every year for the last 31 (I think) years, there as been a convention. It brings, authors, publishers, bloggers, readers all together in one place. (www.rtconvention.com)

Last year was my very first year. I flew by myself from London, landed in Chicago (what is with the runway going over the road…proper made my eyes go wide when that happened) and then on to Kansas. It was the longest journey I’d ever done alone and to be honest there was worry. Not only was I in a State I wasn’t familiar with but I was going to meet people I’d only ever spoken to via email. Let’s just say I’d made sure that many many people knew my flight and hotel details and I was in contact with them frequently.

It turned out that the people I was meet were crazy but in a “same as me” way! Most of the Love, Lust and Laptop authors are slightly off centre….just saying…heh.

It turned into one of the best experiences I’ve had as a writer. Spending time with people who are like-minded, not having to explain why you write or having people raise  an eyebrow when you explain that, yes I write paranormal no I don’t write vampires. Simple little thinks like that made me really enjoy my time there. Although I was still more of a spectator because i wasn’t sure what to expect.

This year, the convention is in New Orleans, and I expect to get much into it all. Although I won’t be doing any panels or official meet and greets or signings. Please know that if you see me, come say hi. I’d love to chat, after all I’m a “Norf Lundan Girl” we are known for a talkative ways.

If you check the schedule on the RT website you will see which of us will be there and where we will be. I think pretty much all of us would love for you to come say hi.

Below are a few things I learnt from last year to do or carry

1) Drink plenty of water

2) Bring a cardie or jumper, it may be warm outside but hotels are infested with AirCon

3) Note pad and pen are your friend

4) Tissues…trust me

5) Don’t be scared to talk to people, everyone was really friendly to me

6) Don’t be scared to talk to your favorite authors. It took me two days to get up the courage to speak to an author I adore, and she was as nice as pie!

7) Don’t try to do it all. It just won’t happen.

8) Try hard to get out of the hotel, even for an hour or so. I know we are all there for the conference but seeing something other than the hotel and the airport will refresh you for the rest of the convention.

9) Enjoy…..yes there are classes to teach and learn and soak up. But remember it’s fun too!

10) Remember I don’t like being hugged….I knew that before last year, but hey I like to make sure we are all on the same page……

Me and many others will be tweeting, using the hashtag #RT14, so keep an eye out!

See ya there!!!

Until next time….What happens at the Convention stays at the Convention….just saying!



Home sick

I am home sick and I know today is my day to blog…but I am ill so this is what you get instead…..

10 things you didn’t know about me.

1) I am the youngest of 5 kids….and yes that does make me a spoilt brat

2) I have 3 nieces, 5 nephews, 5 Great nieces, 1 Great nephew and a God daughter (yes Christmas is expensive)

3) The author who influenced me the most is probably Shelly Laurenston, she taught me that you can have comic moments in romance.

4) I hate the dark

5) When I was in senior school (high school) my english teacher told my mum that if I read more my spelling would be improved. She told the teacher that if I read anymore I’d never leave my room. I still can’t spell and my grammar sucks!

6) I love cheese, any cheese…give me all the cheese!!!

7) I have collected over 200 thimbles……it’s an addiction, what can I say.

8) I’m a fan of mixed martial arts fighting….

9) I love shifters……most any shifters…..but my heart will always be with wolves though.

10) when I am sick…..my brain goes on holiday….can you tell??

Sorry guys, next time….honest I will try to give you a much more exciting post…probably….Now where are those tissues…..

New Years resolutions…..by Cherie Nicholls

Yeah don’t worry I hate those too….

I mean if I wanted to loose 3 stone (42 pounds) I would do it anytime of the year not just at new year.

I never plan on meeting that “special one” for two reasons. One: it’s far to much effort and Two: I have no heart, don’t get me wrong I clearly have a heart because you know…alive…but I don’t have a romantic heart…yep that’s right a romance writer without a romantic heart….shocking right.

So the only new years resolution I plan on making is to learn to Crochet…..it’s a skill that evades me like an oil covered eel….I will tame it if it’s the last thing I do!! *shakes fist at sky*

So today I am asking one thing….what’s your New Year’s resolution or if that makes you flinch how about the promise you made to yourself….I don’t mean the weight loss one or the new job one….but I know some of you have promised yourselves you’d do something this year….something you’ve been meaning to do for a long time maybe? Come on you know you want to share…..

Just before I go two last things

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!! I really hope that 2014 is full of joy and laughter for you!

and finally….don’t forget that you got your partner that spanking paddle and those hand cuffs they asked for at christmas….now would be the prefect time to see if they are ready to give them their first test drive…..


End of year Excitment

So yesterday we celebrated the one year anniversary of this blog! I know right…how quick did that go!

I just wanted to say thank you to all those who took part in the twitter party we held and a little thank you of my own to the ladies of Love, Lust and Laptops for putting up with the English girl….  you all readers/authors alike ROCK!!

Now onto a persoal little bit of excitetment….

Last week saw the relese of my 11th book!! I nearly fell over I can tell ya!

A to Zane is the fourth book in The Shifters of Hillside series, and was honestly the one closest to my heart….I feel there is a lot of Abby in Me….or vise versa…..


This book took over a year to write on and off. I am not a planned writer, I don’t plot. I just sit down at the computer and let the story flow….which doesn’t always come easy I can tell you….

So as a special early Christmas present…..let me share with you a snippet for A to Zane that hasn’t been shared before…..


A low growl came from the left. Abby turned her head but didn’t release her hold on Nico.

Zane stood there, his head dropped forward. He looked at them from under lowered brows.

“Oh look, it’s the pretty kitty.”

She could hear the smirk in Nico’s voice.

Zane’s growl grew deeper still. Was it wrong for her to find him so sexy when he was threatening her friend and employee? Dressed like sin with aggression pouring off of him in waves, he clearly made Abby crazy.

“Aww, are you feeling a little possessive there, kitty? How about I do this?”

Abby lifted a single eyebrow as Nico placed his hands on her butt. Hands he knew she’d remove if he ever did it any other time.

“And how about if I do this?” Nico, who’d practically been sobbing like a little girl minutes ago, leaned down and nuzzled her neck.

This time Zane didn’t growl, he roared, an actual tiger roar. In seconds the rest of her team formed a circle surrounding them and Zane. Damn them and their need to back each other up.

“Seven of us, one of you. What will you do, pretty kitty?” Nico taunted.

Abby came to the end of her tether. She stepped away from Nico.

“You are not going to ruin my friend’s party, and you sure the hell aren’t messing with a paying customer. So go back to your drinks, enjoy the night, and stop looking for fights.” She turned on her heel, taking them all in, making sure she made eye contact with all of the team. When they didn’t move, she snapped her fingers. “Move.” Like the well-oiled machine they were, each member vanished.

“And as for you, stop threatening my people,” Abby said to Zane, who was so busy glaring daggers at Nico she was sure he’d forgotten she was still there. “Okay that’s enough.” She slapped his arm, drawing his attention.

His frown was intimidating, but she wasn’t scared. “Stop being a freaking stalker. I’m here to have fun. I suggest you do the same. Go find some woman who’ll suck you off because you have a pretty face.” Abby didn’t wait for a reply. She spotted her cousin, Heath and their pack, and headed over to them.

“Suck you off because you’re pretty? Did you really just say that?” Laney asked.

“I really did.” Where the hell had that come from?

“I want to be you when I grow up.” Clara spoke from her seat on Wall’s lap.

“He’s still standing there undressing you with his eyes.” Laney spoke from behind the glass she held.

“Well he can look all he wants, I’m not apologizing.” Abby just stopped herself from crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t convinced her boobs wouldn’t pop out of the top of the damn corset.


I want to be Abby when I grow up too!!!

Blurb: When Zane spots Abby, his tiger demands he stop everything and pursue. Zane couldn’t agree more. Kickass she may be, but he knows just how to handle prickly women in denial of their own sexuality.

Abby has enough to do dealing with her overprotective family and friends. It’s practically a full-time job just keeping them out of jail. She really doesn’t need a sexy tiger shifter throwing her libido into overdrive.

She has a business to run, and no matter how pretty the kitty is, she has more important things to deal with. However, when her past catches up with her, the kitty may just prove to be her salvation. Damn it!

A to Zane is available from Liquid Silver Books and all good ebook sellers

Until next time remember…… tinsel…is there any better festive way of being bound to a bed?? I don’t think so!

Free, did I mention Free…oh and Free

So you know me….I don’t know usually plan things. No, that’s a lie, in my every day life I have many plans and schedules and “to-do” lists. But with writing stories and blogs, I have no plan…..I just open a blank doc and let the words flooooowwwwww.

Today is no different…..I’ve opened this blog and thought to myself what should I write about….and out of the corner of my eye I see the cover for Love in the Cards.

So I think to myself….why not share a bit of Empress. For those of you remember we did a little Halloween short series of free reads, my offering was Empress…. so here is a little snippet


She waited a minute more, letting him truly relax into his submission. When she was sure he was ready, she grabbed a handful of hair and tugged, making sure he felt the pin pricks of pain.

David’s eyes flew open. Lucy bent down, so close she could speak directly into his ear.

“Listen close, brat. I’ve asked you two questions, and you refused to answer either of them. You seem to think you’re in charge here, but you forgot … I don’t work for you anymore. I’m not on my knees in front of you.” She pulled back so he could see her face. “Since you don’t want to answer questions, how about we try obeying my orders instead? Take your clothes off.”

She let him go and stepped back.

For a second, he didn’t move. She could almost see his mind whirling away behind his eyes. Amazed as she was to have David Michaelson on his knees in front of her, she didn’t forget for a second who he was. He was testing her; she’d seen him do this to others a hundred times before.

This time he’d met his match. Lucy was more than capable of handling a stuck-up, bratty sub.

“Fine, you can’t answer questions. You can’t follow orders. Really, I don’t see the point of taking this further. Have a good life, Mr. Michaelson.” She turned and picked up her bag before stepping toward the door. She hadn’t even reached for the lock when his voice stopped her.


If you liked that then the rest of the story is available now….FOR FREE…. FREE I say….. from All Romance E-books, Barnes and Noble and most ebook sellers.

Love in The Cards (small)

Why not have a look….I’m mean you can’t get cheaper than free right??

So until next time…..remember…..a hug can fix more things than you could imagine….unless you are trying to hug me….don’t hug me…..

Edits Edits Edits

You know what I’m in the middle of right now? Edits.

Perfect timing considering I was attempting to do NaNoWriMo. Whose silly idea was that anyway?? Oh…wait….that would be me.

So that’s my excuse for getting this post up late, well it is late this side of the world, perhaps it’s not your side……so hay…I’m not late and in no way did I panic when I realised it was my posting Wednesday…nope not at all *shifty eyes*

The biggest problem with my edits, and this is my fault, is my addiction to the words THAT and HAD. Now this isn’t just a small addiction, on no I never do things by half, no this is the type of addiction where, previously, I’ve had nearly 30 “had” in a five paragraph space…..I’ll just let that sink in for a second……

Ah, that gasp of shock, yeah that right there shows you exactly how addicted I am.

My editor is great, she understands that I’ve an addiction and she acts accordingly, most by deleting them and then there are the threats……..man she can be mean I tell ya……

Am I alone in this? Are there words out there that you find you write or say more than  you should…?

Come on you know there is…..right????

Sorry to keep this short, but those edits, the day job and NaNo are calling me…..so until next time…

Remember……Ginger….more than just a cooking ingrediant……just saying….

Love in the Cards – Empress by Cherie Nicholls

Love in The Cards (small)
Lucy looked down at the invitation in her hands.
There was a man sitting in the chair on the other side of the room, waiting for her.
So far, this night hadn’t been like anything she’d expected. First, she’d managed to get herself fired from a job she loved. Second, she sort of crashed a Halloween party. But hey, she’d been invited when she’d worked in the Michaelson’s office; the party’s hosts didn’t need to know that technically she wasn’t a Michaelson employee anymore.
Finally, she’d made the mistake of turning over the invitation and looking at the back. Printed on the reverse side was the image of half of a tarot card. The Empress card. Lucy didn’t know much about the mystical element, but doubted the picture had much to do with reading peoples futures at this party.
There were also some instructions printed on the card. Basically, someone would have the other half of her card; her mission was to find that person. Lucy had almost rolled her eyes, but something about the image pulled at her and here she was … a party-crasher.
Upon arrival, she’d headed to the bar and ordered a soda. Lucy had barely taken a sip before a man in a scarlet suit approached her.
“Madam, I believe the person holding the other half of your card is in a room upstairs.”
“How do you know what card I have?”
The man had merely smiled and walked away. She’d had no intention of heading to a room away from the main crowd; she was not stupid.
But the more she’d thought about it, the more she’d felt the need to have a look. A quick peek she’d promised herself as she walked up the ornate staircase.
Lucy had worried she’d not know what room, but she shouldn’t have. One room stood out―a gold shining plaque on the door clearly stating it was the Empress Suite.
She’d taken a deep breath and opened the door.
That was where she found herself now, looking at a man in an expensively cut suit sitting in a chair, watching her.
A suit that had to have been tailored on Saville Row, leather shoes made in Milan, and a haircut that had to have cost one hundred dollars. She’d worked as an assistant to one of the brothers who ran the Michaelson company, and her boss had always made sure he had the best of everything. Lucy had learned to spot the cut, make, and model of everything he liked.
The man in the chair brushed a hand over his head, letting his fingers run through the strands. Lucy’s own hand tingled with the need to follow the same path.
Dark chocolate-brown eyes watched her every move. His gaze scanned down her body, taking in the tight red dress she’d poured herself into and the killer four-inch heels she wore.
Lucy pushed her long brown hair over her shoulder and let him look. She had curves and was proud of them. If he thought he’d fluster her, then this guy really didn’t know who he was messing with.
“Like?” she asked,
“Red is definitely your color.” His voice was deep, vibrating across the room and hitting her square in the pussy.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Lucy walked farther into the room. A small part of her was questioning the sanity of being here; another part was simply enjoying what would likely be her last night in high society. Tomorrow she would be job hunting and doubted she’d find a position like the one she’d messed up.
She pushed the images from earlier that day out of her mind.
The man moved, bringing her out of her reverie.
“I knew you’d come.” Again, his voice affected her pussy.
“Hmm, did you?” Lucy dropped her bag on a table.
“Yes, they said you wouldn’t, but I knew you would. I never doubted it.”
“And what made you so sure?”
“Because I know what you need.”
“What would that be?”
He was taller than her, even with her in heels, but she wasn’t scared or intimidated. As he walked toward her, Lucy admired the grace of his movements.
He stopped in front of her and looked down.
Lucy waited and wondered what his next move would be. A smile that bordered on a grin spread across her face as he fell to his knees. She looked at the top of his head before turning to the door and with a soft snick, sliding the lock closed.
When she turned back, her face fell. She took a deep calming breath and walked away from him. After moving several feet away, Lucy turned back to find him in the same position―on his knees, his head down, and hands locked together at the base of his back. She took a second to admire the view. Good Lord, he was stunning like this. She snorted. She should’ve known this was all a set-up, damn him, and she’d walked right into it.
“Are you the reason I was fired this morning, Mr. Michaelson?”
His shoulders stiffened at her question, but he didn’t answer.
Lucy rolled her eyes and walked back to stand over him. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”
“I spoke to my brother, yes,” David Michaelson, the older and, in her opinion, sexier brother answered.
“So, what exactly happened? You walked into little brother’s office, said ‘hey bro, I kinda need to fuck your assistant, but I need you to fire her first?’ is that it?”
“No! It wasn’t like that.”
“Then tell me how I woke up this morning employed, and now I’m here wondering where my next check is coming from?”
His jaw clenched, but he said nothing. Lucy sighed and put a finger under his chin, forcing his head up.
“Was that question too hard? Okay, let me try something else. What is it you want from me, Mr. Michaelson?”
The tip of his tongue peeked out, running between the seam of his lips. It took more control than she expected to stop her groan. He was such a tease; from the glint in his eye, he knew it, too.
Lucy released his chin and then ran her hand up his cheek and into his hair. David turned his head into her palm as she scraped her nails across his scalp. The tension eased out of his shoulders. She maintained a steady pressure and rhythm as she stroked his head. When he closed his eyes, she smiled. The trust he’d placed in her was humbling.
She waited a minute more, letting him truly relax into his submission. When she was sure he was ready, she grabbed a handful of hair and tugged, making sure he felt the pin pricks of pain.
David’s eyes flew open. Lucy bent down, so close she could speak directly into his ear.
“Listen close, brat. I’ve asked you two questions, and you refused to answer either of them. You seem to think you’re in charge here, but you forgot … I don’t work for you anymore. I’m not on my knees in front of you.” She pulled back so he could see her face. “Since you don’t want to answer questions, how about we try obeying my orders instead? Take your clothes off.”
She let him go and stepped back.
For a second, he didn’t move. She could almost see his mind whirling away behind his eyes. Amazed as she was to have David Michaelson on his knees in front of her, she didn’t forget for a second who he was. He was testing her; she’d seen him do this to others a hundred times before.
This time he’d met his match. Lucy was more than capable of handling a stuck-up, bratty sub.
“Fine, you can’t answer questions. You can’t follow orders. Really, I don’t see the point of taking this further. Have a good life, Mr. Michaelson.” She turned and picked up her bag before stepping toward the door. She hadn’t even reached for the lock when his voice stopped her.
“My brother knew I wanted you. He also knew I’d never do anything about it while you worked at the company. So, he took steps.”
“Steps? Such as firing me?”
“And what is it you want from me?”
“Whatever you want to give me.”
Lucy gave him high marks for that answer.
“Have you played like this before?” She wanted to know how experienced he was, how sure of his needs he was. She’d played with newbies before, but she always preferred men who knew exactly what they desired.
Interesting. Lucy turned to face him again and dropped her bag back on the table.
“I gave you an order.”
This time, David rose to his feet without argument or hesitation. He started to shrug out of his jacket.
“Wait, she ordered.
He halted.
Lucy walked to the other side of the room and sat in the chair he’d used. “Now slowly, don’t rush, kitten.”
He let the jacket slowly slide down his arms before he turned to face her. The thousand-dollar suit coat forgotten as it hit the ground.
“Now the tie.”
He pulled the knot free, then tugged the end slowly around his neck before stepping forward and dropping the tie into her lap.
Those were off and kicked away quickly. “Tut tut, kitten I said slowly. Now the socks.”
When his feet were bare she raised a hand, stopping him. “Tell me, kitten, do you have a safe word?”
He nodded.
“And what is it?”
That shocked Lucy.
“A little sure of yourself aren’t you, kitten?”
“That’s my safe word.”
“My surname is your safe word?”
“Such a tease. Shirt off next.” She leaned back in the chair and waved him on.
She had to keep control of this situation, of herself. There was still a voice in her head, telling her this was all a dream. Her day had gone from one extreme to another.
His shirt fell into a white cotton pile on the floor. She’s never needed to sneak peeks at him as he walked past her desk or if she spotted him in the staff canteen. No, this time, Lucy was able to look her fill and there wasn’t anything he or anyone could do about it.
“Do you have on underwear?”
“I want to see you naked in ten seconds or … well, you really don’t want to know what the ‘or’ is.”
David nodded and rushed to comply
“Five, four, three, two … one.” As she finished the countdown, he stood gloriously naked. His trousers were puddled at his feet. The sight brought a smile to her face. “Aren’t you a good boy, kitten?”
His cock stood at attention, and she hadn’t even touched him properly yet. The thought made her wet, the power she had over him was a thrill.
“Bit of slut, I see.”
“Only for you, Lucy.”
“Lucy? I don’t remember giving you permission to use my name.” The corner of her invitation peeked out of her bag. “No, you get to call me Empress.”
“Yes, Empress.”
“Now bring that pretty cock over here.”
Lucy sat forward as he came closer. Good Lord, he was big. If she’d been anywhere else, she’d have clapped her hands in childish glee. Oh the fun she planned on having this evening.
“I can see you’re clean shaven. Do you prefer that look?” She took his cock in her hand and stroked down the length of his hardness.
“No.” He spoke through gritted teeth.
“I asked around. I wanted to know what you liked in a man … a sub.”
“Is that right? So tell me, kitten, what else did you find out?”
She released him and sat back, interested in hearing hear what he had to say.
Lucy raised an eyebrow. He was lying, she could tell. Again, she sighed. He was going to be a handful.
“Knees,” she instructed.
He was on his knees in seconds.
Lucy sat forward, opening her thighs so they bracketed his waist. She wanted him to feel trapped, but safe. She wouldn’t restrain him, not by force, anyway.
“How many times are you going to avoid my questions or lie before you realize I know you too well? I’ve worked with your family for years. Trust me when I say, I know each and every one of you better than you realize.”
His eyes narrowed and a flash of anger shone in their depths. It took a second to comprehend what she was seeing. Jealousy.
“I’ve worked for your brother for five years, and in all of that time, I’ve never seen him naked.”
The tension eased from David’s shoulders.
“Now tell me, kitten, what made you go looking for information on me?”
Again, his cheeky little tongue peeked out, wetting his lips.
Lucy couldn’t resist it any longer; she leaned forward and captured his mouth with hers. At the same time, she slid her hand down his chest and over his stomach to rest just above the tip of his hard-on.
The appendage was rock-hard and standing tall, begging for her attention. Lucy refused to pay it any mind; instead, taking her time, she savored his soft lips.
Their tongues parried. He didn’t submit easily, making her work for it. She enjoyed the challenge.
No Domme worth her salt wanted to be given someone’s submission, she wanted to earn it. A Domme needed to prove she was worthy of the sub’s trust.
Lucy used her other hand to grip the back of his head, tipping it to allow her better access.
When she finally pulled away, they were both breathing hard.
“Well, aren’t you a talented little kitten?”
“Thank you, Empress.”
“Aww, and you thank me so prettily. But your sweet words won’t make me forget all the ticks you have in the naughty column. Now,” she sat back, “how shall I punish you?”
There was fear mixed with excitement in his eyes. David Michaelson was most definitely a submissive. How had she missed the signs all these years? Perhaps, because she didn’t think the self-assured, aggressive older brother of the Michaelson clan was anything but dominant. She’d been a blind fool.
“Tell me, kitten, do you know the traffic light system?” She ran the tip of her shoe up his inner thigh, loving the shudder it drew from him.
“Yes, Empress.”
“And how are you feeling now?”
“Green, Empress.”
“Good boy.”
Green meant he was fine, enjoying himself; yellow would mean he needed to stop and take a break; and red would mean whatever they were doing needed to stop immediately.
“Does this room come complete with condoms?” David nodded. “Good, I need you to get me three things: the condoms, your tie, and a paddle, I assume we have those, too?”
David nodded again before getting to his feet to do her bidding.
She ogled his naked body, not caring he could see her doing it. That body was hers to do with as she wanted, and they both knew it.
When he came back, he handed each item to her. Lucy made a big show of checking them. She placed the condoms and the paddle onto the arm of the chair before she took the tie and ran its length through her hands.
“Knees.” She instructed again. When he was kneeling, Lucy leaned forward and dragged the tie over his shoulder. “I’m going to place this around your eyes, blinding you so you can’t see what I’m going to do. Okay?”
“Yes, Empress.”
“Good boy.” Lucy made quick work of it, tying the material tight enough so it wouldn’t slip, but not so tight it would cause him discomfort.
“I’m going to do something now that I’ve thought about from the minute I first met you.”
He nodded, and Lucy smiled. What was he imagining her thoughts had been?
She took his hand and placed her palm against his, marveling at the size difference. His hand engulfed hers, yet she didn’t fear him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Lucy watched him closely as she pulled down the top of her dress and strapless bra, exposing her breasts. She scooted to the edge of the chair, bringing her chest closer to him.
When she placed his hand over a breast, his mouth dropped open for a second before he could stop the reaction. She’d shocked him. Good and it wouldn’t be the first time, that was for sure.
“You know, kitten, I have really sensitive breasts. The feel of a man’s hands on them makes me so wet, see?” She took his other hand and placed it against her core. Her panties were soaked and had been from the second she’d seen him in this room.
“Sometimes, when you’re in meetings, I’ve watched you, wondering what it would be like to have control of these hands, have them do exactly as I instructed, and knowing your only concern would be my pleasure.” She moved his hand to press against her pussy. “Mmm, feels good.”
He began to pant; pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock. Lucy released the hand on her breast. She took hold of his hand and placed it to the side of her breast.
He squeezed the soft globe gently.
He tried again, a little rougher this time.
Lucy tutted. “I’m not one of those socialites traipsing in and out of your office, kitten. I won’t break. Now, either you touch me like I want or you don’t get to touch at all. What’s it going to be?”
Before she’d even stopped speaking, he’d become rougher. Her skin tingled, loving the feel of his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh.
“Oh, kitten, that’s much better.” She pulled his other hand up and placed it on the other breast. He kneaded, stroked, and tugged until she thought she’d come just from breast manipulations alone. She closed her eyes for a second, seeking control, grateful he couldn’t see how easily he could arouse her. It hadn’t ever been like this. Yes, she enjoyed being touched, but never had she had to fight for control. Damn him and his talented hands.
When Lucy felt she’d regained enough control, she caught sight of his teasing tongue tip peeking out of his mouth again.
“Oral sex, kitten, is that something you can do?” She tried to make her voice sound as casual as possible, even though the blood was practically boiling in her veins.
“Yes, Empress. I’m the best.” His breath was labored as if he’d run a hundred miles.
“That’s quite a claim.”
“I don’t make claims. I state facts.” For a second, the David Michaelson she was used to seeing in the board room made an appearance. It pleased her, knowing the man she’d lusted after all this time was still there.
“Prove it. Make me come, and maybe I’ll reward you … if you’re a good boy.”
She didn’t need to give him further instruction. He caught hold of her legs, raising them so they lay over his shoulders. In seconds, he was between her thighs, showing her exactly how talented he was with his tongue.
The sound of material ripping as he pulled her panties free from her body brought a smile to her mouth a second before it opened in a silent O.
Lucy had planned on making him work for her orgasm, but she’d been too close. In mere minutes her orgasm burst through her. She gripped his head and came, screaming her pleasure.
She used her grip to pull his head away from her. She kept moving until she had him flat on his back. She reached back and grabbed the box of condoms. It was a moment’s work to put the protection in place.
“You’d better fucking scream for me, boy.” She rose up and then plunged down, taking his hard cock into her waiting heat.
“Shit!” He yelled as she started to move. His hands gripped her waist as she rode him. He moved his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust.
Lucy reached forward and pulled the blindfold free of his eyes. “This body belongs to me now, do you understand?”
“Not just for the night. This is mine now.”
With a hand on his shoulder, she pulled and rolled them so that he was now over her. She grabbed the paddle that had fallen to the floor in her haste to get him on the ground.
As he thrust into her, she spanked his ass.
“Please,” he begged.
She knew he wasn’t asking her to stop. She spanked him again. “I own this ass.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“I want to hear you scream as you come, boy.” She struck him again, forcing him to pick up the pace.
His orgasm hit a second before hers did. He screamed her name and pride flooded her chest. Her vision clouded at the intensity of her own orgasm.
As her sight cleared, she looked at her hands, the invitation with the image of half of the Empress tarot card held in them.
“Lucy?” She looked up.
“Are you okay? You looked stunned.”
Lucy shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her brain, and looked around her. She was back in the Michaelson offices. “I’m fine, just surprised we’re already receiving invitations for Halloween parties.”
“Well, you know what it’s like. They like to make sure at least one of us attends.”
Lucy looked up at Simon Michaelson, her boss, and smiled. “In such high demand, I guess.”
Her boss winked and walked back into his office. Just then David’s door opened and he walked out.
Lucy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. At first, he frowned at her, but before long, his gaze dropped. He turned and walked away; he didn’t speak to her. He rarely did.
The half-Tarot card, still in her hands, called her.
Sometimes being able to touch something and see into the future was horrible. So much so, she’d trained herself to block off that part of herself. But the invitation had called strongly to the hidden part of her soul, and she’d been unable to resist.
She’d seen a night, a month into the future. She’d seen a naked David. And she’d seen the days after that night.
Lucy looked toward his empty office. The smile on her face could only be described as predatory.
“Oh, kitten, I can’t wait to claim you.”

The End.

Body Checking Time

Here in the UK it’s Breast Cancer month. Where there are large adverts and promotion reminding people, and yes I mean people not just ladies get breast cancer, to check their breasts.


Cancer affects many people so I thought I’d take a minute and tell you my story.

2008 is, was and will always be the worst year of my life.

I was on holiday with one of my sisters, niece, great nieces and mother. My mum wasn’t feeling too well but we were on our way home and she had a doctor’s appointment that day so we didn’t worry too much. She’d been putting it of for weeks and now we’d insisted she went.

I was driving and when I looked over at her she was shaking and her lips were blue, I don’t do scared, too much of a control freak to let big emotions out, but I can honestly say that I have never experienced anything quite like that.

The doctor sent her for some blood work and then I brought her home. The next day I was on the way to work when I got a phone call, from my mum. She’d heard from the doctor her kidneys were failing and she needed to get to the hospital quickly. Needless to say I turned on the spot and headed home, all whilst texting my two older brothers and two older sister to let them know too.

My mother only had one working kidney, the other died when she had me….yeah feeling all the guilt about that and have done since I was old enough to know what it meant.

So finding out the one remaining kidney was failing was, to say the least, devastating.

When I got to the hospital, one of my sisters arrived just behind me. We were taken directly to our mum. So looked so grey.

The NHS (National Health Service) did wonders, fighting an infection she had. They worked on her for days making her well again. Then I got a text, again from my mum, she’d had a consultant come and see her. All the text held were two words

It’s cancer.

Yeah, not the best way to find out but if you knew my mum she’d know that was totally in her MO.

The doctors and nurses were brilliant and when we found out the bad kidney was the issue and had the cancer we were thrilled, which sounds strange but it meant her good kidney was fine and health. With treatment and care she was going to be top-notch.

Two weeks after her diagnosis, the week of her op she had a call from my dad. My parents had separated when I was very young but had never divorced, it seemed they were fine being married just not living with each other…..don’t even ask me I never figured it out either…..

He’d called to tell her he’d been diagnosed with mouth cancer….which later turned in to mouth, throat and lung cancer….. yep dad was a big smoker and drinker….

So, let’s recap..mother with cancer….father with cancer…..all within two weeks……can you say month from hell????

They both fought hard, and trust me those born during the world wars, especially here in the UK are hard as nails.

My mum is currently sitting in the same room I am right now moaning about some antiques show on the tv…..”if your gran gave you a family heir loom you love why are you selling it?”

My dad died two years ago after a long hard fight.

The point of this post? Cancer is a bitch…ain’t no two ways about it…..but please please please don’t put off going to the doctor if you aren’t feeling well. Please please please remember to check your breasts, your testicles, that lump that appeared but you’ll worry about later.


Cancer doesn’t care that you have a presentation at work that you need to focus on rather than going to see the doctor. It doesn’t care that you don’t have time….because if you don’t get checked out you’ll run out of time anyway…

Smoking killed my dad…..and I’m not going to tell you to give up, that’s your decision and I respect that…besides when you’re gone it won’t be you that has to deal with it anyway….and to be honest it’s not you I worry for it’s those you leave behind.

I have seen much heart-break in my time….yeah I am super dramatic deal with it….but I have never seen anything more heart breaking than children at the side of a grave of a parent taken too soon….

Don’t do it for me, after all who the heck am I to you….don’t even do it for yourself, do it for the family and friends you love, those one’s you’d do anything for….because when you’re gone it will be them that will be broken.

Cancer is a bitch and it doesn’t care who you are….it’ll cut you down…so don’t give it a chance, check your body, go to the doctor if you are unsure, even if it turns out to be nothing, it’s better to be sure than dead…..

Until next time…remember….Cancer doesn’t care if you are black, white, pink, green, straight, gay, transgender or anything in between……don’t give it a chance….check your body….now….or else I release the Kraken!!!!

You say potato……..

Recently I’ve been writing and more and more I’ve found that I’m double checking words. Not the spelling, we all know I suck at that. No, its words I take for granted that are causing the problem and it got me to thinking about all the words out there that are very typical of where you live but don’t really translate out of that area.

Now I come from North London, which in itself has phrases and words that I’m sure even other Londoners would have problems understanding.

But I think that’s what makes me love writing, not only am I creating worlds where anything can happen, but I am learning new things about places I may never have been too.

In a recent submission to a publisher I used the word “bonnet”. Right now half of you are picturing a cute little hat a lady or baby might wear, aren’t ya…… but that’s not what I meant. I was actually talking about the hood of car. A friend who was reading the draft for me, pulled me up on it. Now you can understand why more and more I’ve had to check the words I’m using.

To me they are every day speak, but to others people I sound like a nutbar more than I do normally!

Where I’m from there is such a diverse amount of ethnic groups that in our everyday language we use words from around the world. I think the UK has always been like that, one giant melting pot and I really love that.

Is there a word or phrase that you’ve read in a book that means something very different where you are from? Or are you a writer who has the same problem as me? Let me know.

On a separate note: Short stories….that’s all I’m saying…. I definitely ain’t telling ya that we might be having  a series of them on this blog soon…nope definitly not me…. I’d never do that and I’m offended you’d even suggest it!

Until next time or as they say where I’m from….let me catch ya inna piece…

Remember….. sighing dramatically when your Dom/me spanks you is just asking for trouble!