A Delicious New Short Story - The Only Way to Dance - by Elodie Parkes #EroticRom #99cents Available on #KU

Delicious, new release erotic short The Only Way to Dance

Chrissie wins an interview with a prestigious advertising agency. Fate conspires to make the day difficult. The only bright spot is her meeting with gorgeous Dylan Cross, but who is he, and will their steamy attraction to each other prevent her from having the job she covets?

N.B. This story was previously published as part of Executive Assistant, an anthology of erotic romance from Evernight Publishing. 

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She looked sexy, pale, a little disheveled, but so pretty.

He kissed her. Chrissie responded with a kiss that sent tingles to his balls and tightened his stomach. Dylan traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. When she opened her mouth and her tongue
met his, the rush of desire that went straight down his body hardened his cock. He explored her mouth and tongue with his. Each touch made his cock jerk and grow until he felt the tip against the waistband of his shorts.

“You know, if this was a movie we’d have sex and the time would fly by, then we’d be saved.” He kissed her between phrases, wondering what she would do if he unzipped her skirt and the shell top she wore so that he could knead her breasts and push his fingertips against her pussy.
The thought brought a low groan to his throat and a pearl of moisture leaked from his cock.

“If this was a movie, you’d lift me up to the trap door in the roof of the elevator and I’d climb out and escape.” She smiled at him.

“I’ll lift you up there, you can check if you want, but I have no idea where you might escape to. That’s never been clear in the movies.” He bent and picked her up under the thighs. It was easy. She was slender and small. Dylan experienced a moment of complete lust when he realized he’d brought her pussy against his face. Even clad in her skirt he could feel the shape of her mound against his cheek as he turned his face a little. He nearly stumbled when he took the step to the center of the floor from the raw need she ignited in him. He pictured sucking her clit, licking her pussy, kissing down the insides of her thighs.

Chrissie laughed and vibrations from her ass on his forearms went straight down into his stomach in waves of desire. He closed his eyes as he moved his face and nestled into her. Her skirt rode up. He bent his head to push his face up under her skirt.

She put her hands on his shoulders. “The trap door won’t move. Dylan, let me down.”

Surrounded by the scent of her skin and the feel of her thighs through the pantyhose she wore, Dylan forced himself to put her down.

She slid down the front of his body, her skirt going up around her waist.

He pulled her against his hips, his hands cupping her ass. He kissed her hard as he lifted her to grind his hard cock against her. “Chrissie.” His whisper sounded like a plea, even to his ears.

She surged up against his body, pushing against him, to return his kiss.

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips.

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Join the Party! Enter the #Giveaway – The Heart of the Deal – by Lisabet Sarai – Sizzling #BDSM #femdom #erotica

The Heart of the Deal:

Business, Bondage, Discipline and Desire
by

Lisabet Sarai

MF and FF BDSM Romantic Erotica (Triple X rated)

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Two Sides of the Same Coin

I love writing stories of power exchange – BDSM, dominance and submission, whatever you want to call it. My work in this genre is strongly influenced by my personal experiences in a D/s relationship. That relationship, many years ago,  transformed me, deeply influencing not only my sexuality but my entire life.

I can’t speak for others, but for me the essence of D/s had little to do with physical activities – spankings, bondage, and so on – and everything to do with emotion, connection and trust. Oh, my Master blindfolded me, tied me up, whipped me, dribbled hot wax on my skin, all those thrilling activities we love to read about in BDSM fiction. But what he did wasn’t nearly as important as why.

He craved my submission. He wanted to use me for his kinky experiments, for his pleasure and mine. I gave him the gift of my surrender. I offered myself to him, body and spirit. I wanted him to challenge me, to push me beyond my limits, to take me places I could hardly imagine. We had an intimate contract based on trust and mutually complementary fantasies.

I’d never known such intense excitement, or such deep and enduring satisfaction.

One thing I learned from that relationship is that dominance and submission are two sides of the same coin. A skilled Dom understands at the gut level what the sub is experiencing. And a submissive can only give herself (or himself) fully if she can intuit what her Master wants.

In fact, people who end up as “tops” in the BDSM lifestyle quite often spend some time in the submissive role first. Likewise, depending on the partner, a normally submissive person can switch and act as the dominant. Even my Master admitted that he had fantasies of bottoming to a powerful woman. Meanwhile, I have frequent dreams in which I’m the Mistress commanding the obedience of a younger female.

In The Heart of the Deal, I explore the paradoxical duality of power exchange. Ruby and Rick are both extremely dominant characters. Yet both yearn for the freedom to let go, to surrender to a powerful top who will open them to the parts of themselves they keep hidden. This isn’t really a common theme in BDSM erotica/romance. However, based on personal experience, I’d say that it adds a realistic complexity to what has become a rather stereotyped genre. 

Blurb:

All's fair in lust and business

Ruby Maxwell Chen, the lovely and ruthless CEO of a sprawling British business empire, has no qualms about playing dirty – very dirty. She’s happy to use sex to help her close a deal, especially when she’s the one on top. Ruby loves the game, and she expects to win. When she encounters the inexplicably charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match.

From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. As their struggle for dominance escalates and their mutual lust flares, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.

Note: This book was previously published under the titles Ruby’s Rules and Nasty Business. It has been re-edited, revised and updated for this release.

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Excerpt (Rated R)

“Why didn’t my father tell me that he had a partner in the deal? He never even mentioned you.”

Rick gives me a harried look. “I don’t know, Ruby. He talked a lot about you. He planned to send you to Malaysia to do a final inspection of the plant. He wanted me to join you there, to give you a technical briefing.” This, at least, was confirmed by the email I had read. “Maybe he wanted you to form your own conclusions about me. Maybe he thought you’d be jealous, if you knew that he was mentoring me.” A ghost of a grin flits across his irregular features. “He did say that you were hot-blooded, and had a fierce temper…”

“Did he indeed?” I say ironically, trying to keep the misery out of my voice. I’d thought that I knew my father so well, that I was privy to all his secrets. The revelation that he kept things from me, that he had other confidants, is painful. I lean forward, deliberately allowing Martell a glimpse of my cleavage, and look him in the eye. He licks his lips nervously. “So, was he right about me, Rick?”

“I don’t know, Ruby,” he replies softly. “I don’t know you well enough to say.” He pauses, raises his eyes to mine. “But I’d like to.”

I can’t comprehend how it happens. One moment he is standing there across from me, with the desk safely between us. The next, he’s beside me, pulling me to my feet. Kissing me. His wiry arms snake around me, pulling me to his chest. His lips are firm on mine, exploring rather than demanding. His scent swirls around me, dizzying me. The embers smoldering in my sex leap into flame.

“Rick…” I begin, but the taste and texture and presence of him overwhelm me. My objection melts into an inarticulate murmur of pleasure.

He kisses with his whole body. His hands are everywhere, stroking my arse, teasing my nipples. His knee finds its way into my crotch and sets up a rhythmic pressure that soon has me swollen and dripping. He is swollen, too. Brazenly, he rubs his rigid cock against my thigh, as he plunges his tongue more deeply into my mouth.

“Ruby,” he murmurs, alternating words with nibbles and licks. “I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

I don’t reply. This is hardly news to me, but confidence and my lust both surge, to hear him admit it. I reach down and give his balls a moderately vicious squeeze. He moans and grinds himself harder against me.

I need to escape this embrace in order to gain the upper hand. I need to take advantage of his moment of weakness. But his carnal attentions are intoxicating. It’s difficult for me to break away. I’m like an alcoholic, wanting just one more drink, one more kiss, one more of his lewd caresses.

It might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I finally manage to gather my strength and push him backward. He doesn’t resist, just stands there looking at me. His clothes are wrinkled. One shirt tail is hanging out of his pants. His longish hair is tangled around his ears. In objective terms, he looks a bit pathetic. Certainly not what one would call sexy.

Yet my heart is slamming away like a jackhammer in my chest. I’m panting as though I’ve just done fifty sit ups, and damp—all over. His cherry pipe tobacco flavor lingers in my mouth. The echoes of his questing hands linger on my skin. The lack of his touch is a physical ache. I need those hands, those lips, that brash cock, need the relief that it seems only he can provide.

About Lisabet

 Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

Cover Reveal - Passion's Magic [The Doms of Passion Lake 5] @JulieCShelton #BDSM

Molly Duncan, forty-one, has come to Passion Lake for three things. A new job. A new life. And a new Dom. Her Dom husband has been dead for four years and she desperately wants the closeness of a loving D/s relationship. So she accepts a job at the Passion Lake library and buys an old semi-run-down farm suitable for boarding horses. Horses were a huge part of her life growing up, until she met and married Tom and entered his world of BDSM. Now she hopes to combine both of her passions.

Enter Jared Thompkins, seven-time World All-Around Rodeo Champion and circuit heart-throb. His career ended by injury at age twenty-eight, he’s ready to settle down and find a submissive of his own. A woman he can love and cherish and dominate the hell out of. On the recommendation of his older brother Mitch, he applies for the position of stable manager.

Molly sees a handsome, cocky, young cowboy with a swagger for a walk and a panty-melting grin. Jared sees a lusty, voluptuous, mature blond who’s ready for what he can give her.

The attraction between them is instantaneous and explosive. Each is exactly what the other has been seeking. Now all Jared has to do is prove to a wary Molly that it’s not just sex. He’s in it for the long haul. And a thirteen-year age difference is not the insurmountable obstacle she seems to think it is.

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Julie Shelton is 73 years old, a retired storyteller/puppeteer. She loves reading and writing, ballet, pistachio ice cream, the mountains, Medieval illuminated manuscripts, Classical music. 80’s rock ballads, and violets.

She hates hypocrisy, intolerance, liver, and sushi.

If she were a tree, she would be a live oak because it lasts for hundreds of years, it doesn’t shed its leaves in the winter, and it’s great for climbing and hanging swings from.

If she were a piece of music…hmmm, that’s a bit tougher. She’d either be Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto #2 in C Minor, the most achingly romantic piece of music ever written, or Prokofiev’s sumptuous score to the ballet Romeo and Juliet.

Blog Tour and #Giveaway City Nights: One Night in Brussels by Elizabeth Coldwell #erotic #romance

One Night In Brussels – Romantic Brussels

Hi, it’s nice to be here. Thanks for letting me talk about One Night In Brussels and the city that inspired the setting for the story.

On the surface, Brussels may not seem like the most romantic city in the world. Known as a city of commerce and bureaucracy, it certainly doesn’t have the same quaint mediaeval charm as Bruges, with its cobbled streets and network of canals, including a stretch of water that’s actually known as the Lac D’Amour, or Lake of Love.

But Brussels has its own share of beautiful architecture, including the Grand-Place or Grote Markt, depending on whether you’re a French or Flemish speaker. Restored to their original glory around a hundred years ago, the Town Hall and surrounding buildings that once belonged to the city’s mediaeval guilds are truly breathtaking. Just round the corner from the Grand-Place is the famous Manneken Pis fountain, possibly the rudest statue in the world. (And if you don’t know where the water emerges, I’d advise you to go and Google it…) The cutest thing about the little Manneken is that he has a number of special costumes, mostly designed for civic festivals or to commemorate some Belgian trade or organization. Depending on the day, you can turn up and see him dressed as anything from Father Christmas to Adolphe Sax, designer of the saxophone.

Less well known, but probably worth a visit for incurable romantics, is the Musée de la Coeur, or Heart Museum. As its name suggests, it’s a celebration of the heart in religious and secular art, with everything from paintings to heart-shaped jewellery and cake moulds on display.

When it comes to an intimate dinner for two, Brussels has plenty of cosy, romantic restaurants. My favourite place to eat is a bar called Nuetnigenough, a short walk from the Manneken Pis. Their website translates its name like this: ‘literally, in Brussels dialect, that’s the one who has never, never ever enough. Greedy gluttons, perfectionists, (wo)manisers, we welcome all three versions!’ Maybe not so romantic, but with that philosophy it’s a good place to eavesdrop if you want inspiration for a story or two…

If you’re looking for something a little more unusual you could try the Tram Experience. This particular tram has been fitted out as a restaurant, so you can enjoy a gourmet meal while getting a guided night-time tour of the city.

And of course, you can’t forget the shopping. Belgium produces some of the finest chocolate in the world, and the streets around the Grote Markt are a temple to the stuff. It’s practically compulsory to treat yourself to some of the delicious pralines and truffles. After all, they do say that chocolate is an aphrodisiac.

In One Night In Brussels, businessman Dominic has persuaded Saskia to play truant from her boring translation job at the European Commission so she can show him around the city. There’s a strong sexual attraction between the two of them, and Saskia is expecting Dominic’s invitation to dinner to turn into something more erotic. What she can’t foresee is that Dominic’s actions will lead to a night filled with tension, danger, and some of the most incredible sex of Saskia’s life. For her, Brussels will become a city of romance in the most exciting possible way – and who wouldn’t want that?

Excerpt:

“I want you to undress for me, Saskia.”

His voice holds a low, commanding tone—one that compels her to obey. With her back to him, she can’t see his face, but it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need to know his name, his profession, his favourite foods or any of the mundane details on which relationships are formed. This is to be one night of shared bliss, and nothing more. They will give each other perfect satisfaction then go their separate ways, taking only their memories with them.

She pulls the zip of her tight-fitting black dress all the way down, then pushes the thin straps off her shoulders. From the view she’s presenting to him, he’ll be aware she isn’t wearing a bra, but she’ll tease him a moment longer before letting him see her full, bare breasts. By the time she’s naked she wants him so hard his erection will be threatening to burst the zip of his faded jeans.

The dress slithers to her feet and she steps out of it. She stands in only a pair of thong-backed panties that leave most of her bottom cheeks exposed, and tall black come-fuck-me heels. She’s tempted to sneak a glance over her shoulder to see whether he’s stroking himself through his clothing. Excitement ripples through her at the thought that she’s already got him so excited he needs to play with his cock.

“Oh, that’s nice,” he murmurs.

Saskia assumes he’s talking about her barely clad bum and gives it a saucy wiggle. “You like it?”

“I love it. But you need to lose those panties, too, sweetheart.”

She feigns coyness, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pulling them down a fraction before stopping, as though she’s gone as far as she’s prepared to. The idea that he might leap from the bed and rip the flimsy garment clean off her body has her juices flowing and her rosy nipples stiffening into peaks. But he seems content to stay where he is, happy with the show she’s putting on for him.

When she cups her mound through her panties, heat radiates through the wet fabric. She bends forward a little way and slides her hand lower, pressing it into the seam of her swollen lips. He has to be able to see her fingertips peeping from between the gap in her widely parted thighs, touching herself in the place he must ache to, and it feels so deliciously rude to torment him like this.

“Oh, you dirty little minx,” he groans.

There’s a harsh rasp as his zip comes down and now she’s sure he has himself in hand. She risks a peek and her suspicions are proved right. He’s easing his big fist slowly up and down his length. His eyes are half-closed and his head rests on the pillows piled high against the wrought iron bedstead.

To the steady rhythm of his palm slapping against his cock, Saskia eases her underwear all the way down. Then she turns round and throws the damp scrap of silk in his direction. She doesn’t know which of them is the more surprised when he catches them in his free hand without missing a stroke with the other.

He puts the panties to his nose, breathing in Saskia’s scent. “Come here, gorgeous,” he growls, and she does.

She yearns to sink down on the fat, upstanding column of flesh he’s gripping so tightly, but he appears to have other things in mind.

“Lie down,” he orders her, climbing off the bed so she can take the place he’s vacated. He undresses in haste, letting his jeans slide off his slim hips. He isn’t wearing anything beneath them, and once his T-shirt is peeled off, he’s as naked as she is. She can’t help but notice he has no tan lines, and she pictures him relaxing in the nude on a sheltered sun terrace, or maybe some secluded beach, letting his skin turn that gorgeous shade of honey-gold.

“I’ve got a treat for you,” he tells her.

When she looks in his direction, he’s picked up a small bottle with a vaguely Aztec design on its label.

“Massage oil.” He runs his hand through his dark hair. “A blend designed for pure erotic pleasure…”

Blurb:

Saskia van Gaal works as a translator for the European Commission, dreaming of a life filled with excitement and hot sex. When she bumps into suave, sexy Englishman, Dominic May, and offers to be his tour guide in the beautiful city of Brussels, she doesn't realise she's about to embark on the wildest night of her life.

A stolen necklace is only the beginning of the adventure, and when Dominic and Saskia are threatened by a knife-wielding robber, things threaten to spiral out of control.

Has Saskia misjudged Dominic? Should she trust him? And as their sex games grow hotter and ever more inventive, can she ever guess how this night will end?

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Elizabeth Coldwell is a multi-published author and the former editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine, where she was responsible for publishing a number of now very well-known authors for the first time, as well as honing her own writing.

She lives in East London, is a season ticket holder at Rotherham United and a keen cook. Her recipe for peanut butter brownies is available if you ask nicely… 

You can find her at The (Really) Naughty Corner and Goodreads

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New Release - Family Ties [Sir and Babygirl 3] by @KaylaLords #BDSM #romanticerotica

Please welcome back the lovely Kayla Lords with a tease from her latest in the Adventures of Sir and Babygirl Series, Family Ties

Sir and Babygirl: Family Ties (Book 3)

Blurb:

Johnathan is ready to take his relationship with Katie to a whole new level. His kids are away at college, and his sister has moved out. After months together, discovering their love and a D/s relationship as Sir and Babygirl that works for them, it’s time to meet the extended family.

Will Babygirl be able to move past her own anxieties? Can they survive the expectations of their families? And what happens to Sir and Babygirl next? Find out in the third set of adventures between a loving Dominant man and his willing and eager Babygirl.

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Excerpt 2 - erotic

Snaking an arm around her middle, he grabbed her mound and squeezed. She whimpered in response. The pain in her backside allowed her to ignore the swollen damp feeling coming from between her thighs.

“Mine.”

That one word sent spasms through her body. Oh yes, she was his. Every part of her was his. She desperately hoped he'd claim his property. Now, before the door bell rang and their vanilla life intruded.

He pushed one finger into her slit.

“You're soaking wet, girl. Such a slut.”

She moaned in response.

In and out, in and out, his finger stroked the deepest parts of her body. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more.

“Don't fidget, girl. I know what you need.”

With the smallest of movements, she nodded her understanding. He'd given her what she'd asked for, now he was going to take what he wanted. In the end, they'd both be satisfied.

The tip of his finger began to make small circles over her clitoris. Small, slow circles. Heat and pressure began to build. When she moved against his hand, he stopped and stroked her slit, slipping a finger into her body. Once she was still, he moved back to her clit.

Patience was required, and he was going to teach it to her one way or another. The circles came faster. Her juices coated the swollen nub, allowing his hand to move with greater ease. The pressure built higher and faster. A line of fluid trickled down the inside of her thigh. Her desire so high it could no longer be contained by her body.

He laughed against her ear. Yes, now, please. But he wasn't ready to stop his game. Not yet.

Thrusting two fingers deep inside her pussy, he found her innermost tender spot. Hooking his fingers, he began a familiar tap-tap-tap motion. Babygirl trembled from head to toe. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Cries and whimpers filled the air around them. She was going to come and soon but she knew instinctively if she begged or asked for release it would be denied.

Just as her body began to convulse around his hand, he stopped and pulled away. An empty feeling deep inside caused her to groan. Dark laughter was the only response. A chuckle and his touch on her clit again. Hissing between gritted teeth, she tightened every muscle in her body, desperate to hold back the looming orgasm until he granted his permission. 


About Kayla Lords

Kayla is a full-time writer, sex blogger, erotic author, and babygirl submissive. When she's not writing about BDSM from her perspective, she's coming up with kinky sex scenes and waiting for her own Dominant to give her a much-needed spanking.

Follow Kayla on Twitter (@KaylaLords) or over at her website (KaylaLords.com) where there's always something kinky to read.

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Cover Reveal ~ Rough Submission by @DawnWhite9 and @PaigeMatthews_3 #BDSM

Raven's Seduction Press, Dawn White and Paige Matthews are pleased to announce the cover reveal for ...ROUGH SUBMISSION.

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Autumn

I wasn’t looking for love. No, I had made a decision – one to help those that needed it; to try and save a life. I thought joining the pen pal program would be something to keep me distracted while I adjusted to my new life. I never thought I’d fall in love with a soldier…

Brock

I wasn’t looking for love. I had everything I needed; my platoon, my career, my focus. When it came to women, I got what I needed when I needed it- nothing more, nothing less. Until I received that first letter. She changed that, but as I walk down the aisle she still doesn’t know the secret I keep hidden. I never thought I’d fall in love with an angel. How can I bring her into my world?

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Paige Matthews grew up in a small town in Western Connecticut. After receiving a BA and MA in Literature and writing, Paige began to focus on writing her own style of fiction. Paige focuses on the emotional aspects of the D/s relationship and writes primarily BDSM fiction. In 2015, Paige signed with Raven's Seduction Press.When Paige is not writing, or working her full time job, she can be found watching hockey, reading and enjoying time with her family. Paige currently lives in Western CT with her husband, two children and dog.

Dawn White resides in Southern WV with her husband and three daughters. She has always been an avid reader and seems to live a busy life as a wife and mother. One thing that keeps Dawn sane is her writing. She will always strive to give you the best of her busy mind.

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NEW from @JustineElyot Her World of Submission #BDSM #erotic #romance

Today, I'm delighted to welcome multi-published author

Justine Elyot...

 

Never Can Say Goodbye

Hello, and thank you to the fabulous H K for hosting me today to talk about my new novella, Her World of Submission.

This is the third instalment of a trilogy, following the new relationship of dominant film director, Jasper Jay, and his new flame, historical researcher, Sarah Wells. Placing that final full stop on the final sentence was a poignant moment because I've spent a lot of time with Jasper and Sarah and a part of me would quite like to know what's going to happen to them next. But I suppose I should quit while I'm ahead – or rather, not completely behind. So it's farewell, Jasper and Sarah. We've had such times together.

We've had bonfires, sex tapes, outdoor bondage, lakeside picnics, dinners in fancy restaurants, corset fittings, awkward meetings with parents, strange fetishistic practices involving snow, drunken evenings, sex in museums and so much more. And I haven't even mentioned all the spanking yet.

So, if any of that appeals to you, you might want to start the trilogy at book one, with His House of Submission and move on to the next chapter, By His Command.

Not sure yet? Try a taster:

I dressed for breakfast for the first time in three days, rather begrudging the exercise. I had become used to serving, or being served with, raisin toast and hot chocolate in bed. Whichever one of us had gone down to the kitchen would be wearing nothing but an apron. The other, still in bed, starkers.

But this morning we were back in training to rejoin The World.

Or rather, The World was joining us, in the shape of Rosie, Dimitri and the other one whose name I could never remember.

'What time are they getting here?' I asked, fixing the little collar he had bought me last month around my neck.

He saw me and came to stand at my shoulder, stroking the soft skin underneath it.

'Wearing your collar, eh?' he said, clearly chuffed.

'Of course. I always do, except when you want me to take it off.'

'I didn't order you to put it back on.'

'No, I know, but I like wearing it. And since we're going to be in the company of like-minded people…'

He kissed my shoulder.

'I'm touched, love. You're out and you're proud. That means a lot to me.'

I raised my lips to his for a kiss.

'I know.'

He broke off and checked his watch.

'To be honest, I'm not sure when they're getting here,' he said. 'I suppose about lunchtime? But maybe earlier, maybe later. Are you OK to stay in this morning? The grocery delivery is due and I need to go out with the groundsman and discuss a few things.'

'Oh, yes, fine. I wasn't planning anything.'

Once dressed and breakfasted, I went to sit in the morning room to do some work on an article I wanted to submit to a history journal. I could see Jasper at the back of the house, trudging across the yard with his new groundsman. The pair of them wore Barbour jackets and tweed caps and their breath steamed out ahead of them as they walked.

I thought for a moment of Will, the old groundsman, and wondered what he was up to these days. Hopefully not blackmail. His last attempt must have shown him it wasn't really his speciality.

Jasper and the groundsman disappeared from view and I turned my attention back to the heyday of Spode.

When the bell jangled, I assumed it was the Ocado man, and I sauntered to the door without urgency. I was not prepared for the three people I saw on the doorstep, looking nothing like delivery persons.

'Oh,' I said, caught out. Then I squealed, 'Rosie!' and we leapt upon each other.

'Sorry,' I flustered, remembering myself. 'Do come in. You must be…'

The man introducing himself as Dimitri was an interesting-looking dude. Not at all what I would have picked out for Rosie, who had always gone for rugby types at university. He was more the sort I'd have been into – boho. Almost too boho.

I had an overwhelming sensory impression of height and exuberance and lots of rattly bangly stuff and a fascinating moustache. He crushed me into an unexpectedly tight embrace and I had a moment of mild panic that I wouldn't be able to get out of it. But he let me go and I caught my breath and laughed and said, 'Aha, yeah, pleased to meet you.'

'You are Rosie's friend, yes?'

'Yes, gosh, sorry, I'm Sarah.'

I was quite discombobulated. Rosie looked rather amused by the effect her new squeeze had had on me.

'Don't mind Dimitri,' drawled the blonde standing a little way behind him. 'He makes quite a first impression, doesn't he? I'm Tina, but everyone calls me Trixietots.'

Tina, that was it. My body double. I found myself giving her a covert once over as we shook hands, especially around the hips and thighs.

Yes, a good match.

'I hope you're not hungry,' I said, looking out over the driveway for signs of Mr Ocado. 'We haven't had our grocery delivery yet. Expecting it any minute. But I can do you teas and coffees.'

There was a general murmuring of 'coffee/tea would be great' and we drifted towards the kitchen, Dimitri jingling as he moved.

'You live here?' said Rosie, gazing around her at the lobby, with its precious treasures.

'Well, I still think of it as Jasper's place. I moved in a few weeks ago but I'm not used to calling it my home yet, to be honest.'

'One day we live in a place like this, Rosie, what do you think?' said Dimitri.

She squealed a little, and I think he had pinched her bum, though I didn't see for certain.

'Yeah, once you get the call from Hollywood,' she said.

'Well, you almost have,' I said, grinning. 'You're going to be in a Jasper Jay film.'

'He's such a wonderful film-maker,' enthused Trixietots. 'Oh my God, what a fabulous kitchen. I have kitchen envy. Mine is twenty years old and the cupboard doors are hanging off the hinges. I tell you what, why don't we all move in permanently?'

She laughed and we all joined in, but my hackles rose a little. Probably just in mourning for our lovely secluded lifestyle. It really seemed odd to be inviting other people into our sanctuary.

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