Kay Jaybee: Hitting 90 and Still Writing

Hitting 90 and Still Writing

Kay Jaybee

Many thanks for inviting me over to your wonderful blog today Elise!

Believe it or not, this month I am celebrating the publication of my 90^th story!! Whether long or short, flash fiction, poem, or novel, every single piece of writing that I’ve managed to find a publisher for feels as much as a miracle now as it did when I began to write 9 years ago!

           

This 90^th story will be appearing in Best Bondage Erotica 2014, the latest hot anthology from Cleis Press- and is called Behind the Door.

Although I’ve written 6 novels and 3 novellas as Kay Jaybee now, without the short story trade I’d have never have written any of them. Before I even dared to try and write something longer than 10,000 words I’d had 40 short stories and poems published. I’m so glad that’s what I did, for writing those early stories taught me so much. They were my apprenticeship, a place where I learnt that every single word in every single sentence counts.

If you’d like to read a few of those short stories, then why not check out The Best of Kay Jaybee.    

       

Blurb-

Fourteen of the very best erotic tales of dominance, submission, bondage, and romantic lust, are delivered with lashings of kink from the pen of Kay Jaybee. From the sexual adventures recalled by a woman as she stares at her favourite shirt, to a deliciously dirty orgy on a bed of cardboard boxes, the after-hours education of a rookie soldier, and the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist, each story shows why Kay Jaybee has been hailed as ‘a master of the craft of erotica’ (Oysters and Chocolate). As a girl writes messages of lust on the body of her best friend’s lover, and a mistress’s employment of ropes and chains on her slave co-insides with the application of emulsion, we discover just how Kay has earned her reputation for producing ‘super-heated kinky stories,’ (Kd Grace), which are ‘a sublime pleasure to read’ (Violet Blue). 

It’s a very odd feeling to read a blurb like that about your own work! I know I often say it, but I honestly can’t believe how much has happened to me ‘writing wise’ in the last few years, let alone the last few months. That I have enough stories published with Xcite to warrant them publishing a ‘Best Of...Collection’ is an amazing feeling- and I’d like to thank Hazel and the team for putting up with me for so long!

The stories tucked inside The Best of Kay Jaybee come from the Xcite anthologies I’ve had work included in since 2008, (such as Maggie, The Basic Rules of Anal Sex, and The Fuck-Me Cabbie),  as well as my three solo Xcite collections, Quick Kink One (The Shirt), Quick Kink Two (The Bride wore Rubber) and Yes Ma’am (Lying in Wait).

As you’d expect from me, there are a fair number of dominance and submission related stories included in this anthology, but there is also a heap of romantic lust, explored fantasies, and happy kinky threesome play.

If you’ve never read any of my work before, then The Best of Kay Jaybee is just the right place.

Here’s a little taster from...

The Fuck-Me Cabbie

 ‘That’s him over there.’

‘The one stood on his own? Brown hair, tight jeans, cute arse?’

‘That’s him.’

‘Does he have a name?’ I put my drink down onto the sticky plastic topped table before us, not taking my eyes from the back view of the man leaning against the bar.

‘Well, the men call him Mr Greedy?’

‘And the women?’

My friend smiled at my expression, she knew me very well.  ‘They call him the Fuck-Me Cabbie.’

‘Really?’

‘Oh yes.’ The satisfied lilt to Jenny’s voice made me drag my eyes away from the self- styled Adonis at the bar, to the air of happy memory plastered across her face. ‘He claims to have had sex with nearly every female passenger he’s carried in his taxi between the ages of 18 and 50.’

‘Is that so?’ I picked my Cola up and took a long thoughtful draft as I rocked back on my chair.

‘So he says.’

‘And you believe him?’

Jenny said nothing, but her smirk spoke volumes as she peered at me over the top of her glasses.

‘And was it worth it? Is he that good in reality, or is it all arrogant attitude?’

‘I can’t argue with the arrogant bit, but the man’s bloody hot. Annoying; but true.’

Running a finger around the rim of my empty glass, my eyes returned to the cabbie, mentally willing him to twist round so I could get a proper look at his face. As if picking up on my mute signal, he turned, a pint glass in his hand, and stared directly at me. Unashamedly, I stared back.

It was his eyes that struck me most. They screamed non-stop endless desire; a desire which would somehow never be satisfied. The square cut to his chin and his bulky, yet toned frame, simply bellowed sex, as if a neon sign was permanently flashing above his head saying “Get it here- NOW.”

The other signal he gave out, perhaps even stronger than the aura of lust, was conceit. He’d been told once too often that he was good in the sack. This cabbie needed taking down a peg or two.

‘Go and talk to him.’

Jenny’s eyes flickered at me mischievously, ‘what are you thinking?’

‘He needs cutting down to size.’

‘How?’

‘You’ll see.’ I kept eye contact with him. He didn’t need to say anything to let me know what he was thinking. ‘I want you to tell him there is a threesome on offer. Do not tell him who’ll be involved, but feel free to let him make his own assumptions. It’s not our fault if he jumps to the wrong conclusion is it.’

Jenny looked momentarily disappointed, ‘Won’t it be us?’

I couldn’t help but smile at her. Jenny’s neat chest had been poking at the flimsy covering of her t-shirt and bra ever since we’d started discussing the taxi driver.

‘Of course it will be us. But it might not be him...are you game?’

‘I’m game. Tell me.’

Pointedly ignoring the cabbie, I shifted our chairs closer together so that no one could overhear what I was about to divest to my companion.

Regarding me with renewed interest, Jenny was obviously eager to get our plotting underway immediately, but was still a little unsure about my plan, which I had to admit, was a bit complicated. ‘Do you think he’ll go for it? He’s not known for sleeping with a woman more than once. No return fares as it were.’

‘I’m sure you could lay it on strong. After all, he’s had you, but not me. You’re a beautiful woman honey, use that to our advantage. Sod feminism for once! Paint him a picture he can’t refuse. Tell him about our casual relationship, and I’ll see you and him at the back of the car park in an hour. And don’t forget to switch your phone to vibrate.’

Jenny stood up, readying herself to approach our quarry, her short floaty skirt swaying suggestively around her long legs. I re-focused my blue eyes onto the cabbie’s gaze, communicating what I hoped was an expression of mutual understanding. Then, with a deliberately seductive glance at Jenny, I trailed a polished fingernail down her pale neck, with the intention of planting the idea of all three of us being together firmly in his mind...

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Buy Links-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Best-Kay-Jaybee-ebook/dp/B009YYRM3Q/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239489&sr=1-2

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Best-Kay-Jaybee-ebook/dp/B009YYRM3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239753&sr=1-1&keywords=best+of+kay+jaybee

Kay xx

PS- And yes- that is me on the cover of the book- who’d have thought I’d be a cover girl at my age!!!

Bio-

Kay Jaybee wrote the The Perfect SubmissiveTrilogy, (Xcite, 2011-2014), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2^nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 80 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk 

K.D. Grace: Bring on the Chaos

Today I have the awesome K.D. Grace on my blog talking about chaos and order!

Bring on the Chaos

By K D Grace

I like order. I like order a lot. In an ideal situation, my world would be well-ordered – spotless house, clean cupboards, well organized work space, sock and underwear drawers all neatly folded and spaced. But because I’m a writer, because I’m tunnel-visioned and spend more time in the worlds I’m creating than in the bombsite that’s my house, the fantasy and the reality are way different. In fact, my world seems most ordered when I’m creating chaos. My world suits me best when I’m writing fast and furiously and I’m completely in the throes of the story. Writing a story involves creating chaos. And if I’m doing it right, the chaos in my outside world will seem dwarfed by the chaos of the world I’m writing into existence.

Once the chaos has reached critical mass, once I’ve totally and completely made a mess of things for my characters and turned their lives upside down, I set about restoring order to their world. I set about guiding them through the chaos to their Happy Ever After. It’s my job, as a writer, to create a world that begins in order, blossoms into insurmountable chaos, and then resolves into an even higher form of order. Isn’t that what story is all about?

The way I see it, the main occupation of a writer is to create chaos for her characters, to make their lives miserable, uncomfortable, and challenging. Having said that, chaos doesn’t have to be of the shoot-‘em-up, thriller, action, adventure variety. Sometimes the very best chaos comes straight from the mind of the character. What writer doesn’t love a few serious neuroses? What writer doesn’t love to muck about inside her characters’ heads? With no chaos, no conflict, there’s no story. Happy endings are just that – endings. What happens after the HEA is for readers to fantasize about. It’s what comes before that happy ending that a writer concentrates on. What comes before should be a voyeuristic romp for readers that entices them into the chaos and catastrophe of the characters they’ve come to know, with plenty of anguish thrown in for good measure. That chaos and catastrophe needs to be a cranked up, high octane ride that will not only leave the reader willing to hang on for dear life to get to the very last page, but very pleased to do so, even as the writer turns the bull loose in the China closet and wreaks havoc with hearts and relationships and, well, generally with everything. Then when the situation is just about as chaotic as it can possibly get, when it begins to look like all is lost, and the reader is white-knuckle page-turning and angsting for the characters, the writer, in ways only writers can, creates a higher order, one word, one sentence, one paragraph at a time. Voila! Love conquers all, and there might even be dancing in the street.

Yup! True enough I like order. But I also like to create a lot of chaos before I get there.

Here’s a snippet from my collection of short stories, Gracefully Aroused.

Blurb:

From a love spell that doesn’t quite go to plan to a farmhand who needs a little discipline; from a woman who is addicted to the confessional to a personal trainer with a very unorthodox method of guaranteeing his clients they’ll look fab come bikini season, K D Grace will tell you a naughty story with a twist. Before there was Ms Holly and the Pet Shop, before there were sexy ghosts, before Grace Marshall upped the romance ante, K D Grace was into quickies, and here’s a selection of her naughtiest.

‘Personal Trainer’

Penny Davis can’t afford to hire a personal trainer to get her fit for bikini season until ex-military hard man, Hawk Sturgis, offers her an unorthodox fitness regimen and an even more unorthodox payment plan, guaranteed to have her heating up the beach in her new bikini just in time for the summer hols.

Excerpt:

When we finally arrive at the gym, and he unlocks the door, I’m thinking death is imminent. He places a meaty hand against my neck and eyeballs his chronograph to check my pulse. I’m wondering if it’s even possible to count that fast. I’m not sure if the resulting grunt means it’s acceptable, or that he’s totally disgusted with my lack of fitness, but at least he’s not dialling an ambulance.

He marches me at a fast trot to a back room with mirrored walls and free weights.

I head straight for the nearest weight bench. It’s the perfect place to collapse and have a whimper. But I don’t get far.

‘Davis! About face!’ he huffs.

And I’m standing at attention again, while he walks around me, hands on his hips muttering. ‘Uh huh, mmm hmm, right.’ He nods to my blue trainer bottoms. ‘Take ’em off.’

‘Sir?’ My voice cracks.

‘You want a beach job, I need to know what I’ve got to work with.’

‘I have a leotard, back home. Believe me, it doesn’t hide anything. If we could just wait–’

‘Take. Them. Off.’ Between each word he makes a stabbing motion at my trackie bottoms with an index finger that looks like it might be a registered weapon.

I shove the trousers down and step out of them, embarrassed by the comfy, and now sweaty, granny panties I wore to work out in. I never expected to have to display them.

‘And the top.’

Buy The Best of K D Grace Now

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Reviews

“This whole collection is varied, balanced, and beautifully—even, yes, gracefully—written, and you shouldn’t miss a word of it, so reading it all yourself is the only way to go.” Reviewed by Sacchi Green for Erotica Revealed

About K D Grace/Grace Marshall:

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.
Find K D Here:                                                                  
Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/         
                http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/            
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace         

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The End of Holiday Cheer

Last night we took our ugly Christmas tree down...it took a little while haha. We have a hard time letting go of the holidays and my house is a little lazy as a result of all the work we do around here. My little writer brain tends to glaze over things only petting kitties, doing laundry, and reading books. Tree, what tree? Huh?

 But with the loss of the holidays comes baking to soothe my domestic side while I struggle through the first month of 2014. Luckily there are chocolate chip banana bread muffins out of the oven with a sprinkle of honey. I'm making another batch to go in the freezer while I edit. Then onward to writing the end of Furious Temptation, which never seems to end. At 76k I still have four or five scenes at least to put on paper--which is a daunting task.

Back I go into the trenches! With yummy goodies as my weapon!

Alison Tyler: Work in Progress

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Guest Post: Lucy Felthouse, M/M Backlist, and a $10 Amazon Giftcard Giveaway

Today I have the fabulous and dynamic Lucy Felthouse on my blog talking about how building a back list is a unique experience to each author as well as how to expand a catalogue in the M/M genre. She's also giving away a $10 dollar Amazon giftcard to one lucky reader!

Building Up a M/M Back Catalogue by Lucy Felthouse

There is lots of varying advice out there about how a writing career should be managed, how books should be promoted, what works, what doesn’t, and so on. It’s a minefield, which is why I tend to figure out these things for myself and see what is successful, what works specifically for me.

One thing I’m finding to be true is that one of the best ways to sell your books is to have more out there. I know that probably sounds silly and rather obvious, but it’s true. Each publication you have out there increases your chances of someone reading your writing, then hopefully going out to find more of your work. No matter how hard you try, how hard you promote, you can’t reach every single person that’s a potential reader. Well, unless you’re with a huge publisher with a stupendous marketing budget. Which is why it’s good to keep writing, keep publishing. Your new book may just find its way onto someone’s eReader or bedside table, and hopefully they’ll enjoy it so much they’ll check out your others.

So although I tend to just work on what I feel like working on, or answer specific calls for submissions, rather than planning meticulously what I’m going to write throughout the year, I am trying to build up a M/M catalogue. This is because I have lots of M/F and F/F stuff out there, and nowhere near as much M/M. Some people only read certain pairings, so although I have a variety of genres and pairings, I’m hoping to give those folks that only read gay stuff more of what they want.

Currently, I only have two M/M publications out there – Ditched and Illicit Relations. Ditched is a military short story that was published a while back, and Illicit Relations is an erotic romance novella that’s bordering on taboo that was just released by Ellora’s Cave. 

Publication number three, Letters to a War Zone is a military erotic romance novella that will be available from March. I’m also working on a novel currently which has M/M elements, though it has M/F in it, too.

It’s a slow process as I do have other stuff I’d like to work on, other stuff I’ve promised people, but I’m doing my best to keep writing M/M stuff to build up my back catalogue. One of the co-author projects I’m working on is M/M, but other than that I don’t know what’s next for my gay stuff. But I’m sure I’ll figure something out ;) And hopefully it will sell!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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Excerpt:

Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.

Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.

Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.

What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.

He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or not.

He also knew that part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.

His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.

It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”

Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”

His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.

Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.

It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.

He began to wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.

Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.

“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.

The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.

A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s behavior.

Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.

Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.

Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was he going to do?

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Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.

But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.

Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/illicit-relations/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18741652-illicit-relations

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over eighty publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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