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All about Knot An Actress- book 1 in the All Tied Up In Knots Series

A young aspiring actress, majoring in Theater Arts in her last semester of school, must overcome mediocrity and learn to take direction in time to be discovered by a talent scout during her final performance. Her new acting coach decides to teach her direction through a non-conventional method: introduction to BDSM. Will Violet have what it takes to learn the art of role playing or will she end up on the casting couch?

Why did I write the work? Life takes us on many twists and turns and in mine I have worn more hats than a the mad hatter. I’ve been a donut froster, short order cook, dos programmer, website creator, entertainer, boo-boo kisser , IT instructor, puppy mom, and even a nose for a brief period of time- though a good bottle of wine, figs, and excellent cheddar still gets me. We’ve all struggled in some way and I, through my writing, embrace the struggle. Women in acting careers have changed the moniker to actor becuase of the difference in treatment between male and female performers. I’ve been propositioned, grabbed, and manhandled as an professional entertainer, so I get it. Sometimes you just need to live the part for a while to get through it, and sometimes you fight back.

I hope when you read this, you find cause to smile and remember the power of naivety, and some kink. Live the part!

A Pair of Chocolate Brown Eyes For Valentine’s Day!

Trading my candy for puppy snuggles this year, and with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes like Butler’s, who could blame me?

Butler looking extra spiffy!

We have been working on writing books together. Since I’m the one with opposable thumbs, I get the bulk of the work and Butler, the Perpetual Puppy, snuggles or reminds me to take a break and move around. He’s a great motivator!

We have a new novel and some shorts out, as well as some of our older works with brand new covers, all available on Amazon.

Knot A Criminal, our full length novel is available now. Just click on the link to get a preview of the book.

So many knots

Life is full of all sorts of daily entanglements. Perpetual Puppy Butler’s biggest ones are deciding which squeaky toy in the box to drag out and whether or knot he sniffed something long enough. For the rest of us, interpersonal relationships take the most effort and go awry in the funniest of ways.

Knot A Geek, from the all tied up in knots series, gives you time in the life of a geek, and it’s a fun ride. Check it out here http://amazon.com/dp/B09S6JLBCX

Liquid Friday with author Isabella May

This week we are featuring author and co-founder of popular online women’s magazine, The Glass House Girls Isabella May and her debut novel: Oh! What a Pavlova.

But before we dive ourselves in this mind boggling novel, we must hear from Isabella May about her favorite cocktail suggestion for tonight.

The Piña Colada. All too often it’s associated with Del Boy Trotter from Only Fools and Horses, but could a cocktail be more exotic whilst retaining its status as a classic? I’ve yet to come across a contender. 

A well-constructed Piña Colada (think the Waldorf Astoria’s cocktail bar in New York… or more recently, the offering I sampled at La Bulla Bar in Estepona, Spain), should do three things:

1) Harmoniously blend pineapple, Rum and coconut. Optimum balance is key.

2) Be served simply. Less is more… and a plethora of swizzle sticks, tinsel-coated straws, starfruit slices and umbrellas will not cover up poor mixology!

3) Transport me immediately to a lush Caribbean beach.

Oh, look! It’s time for elevenses…

 

And now without further delay lets dive into Oh! What a Pavlova:

 

Blurb:

Kate Clothier is leading a double life: a successful jet-setting businesswoman to the outside world, but behind closed doors, life with Daniel and his volcanic temper is anything but rosy. Some days – heck, make that EVERY day – cake is her only salvation.  Slowly but surely, the cities she visits – and the men she meets – help her to realise there IS a better future. And the ley lines of Glastonbury are certainly doing their best to impart their mystical wisdom… But will she escape before it’s too late?

 

Excerpt:

The Piano Bar was a tradition embedded firmly in the top ten of Corny Things to do in Bologna. Whilst the melange of confection and liquor was a feast for the senses (Steph was already cooing over the Zuccoto Semi-Fredo, mentally noting how she could re-create its perfection), the clientele were mainly tragic, brash or both. For a woman, it was a dodgy place to be. People were packed concertina-tight across the width of the bar, so that for someone as petite as me – and sadly we’re definitely only talking height – it could take several hours to wend your way through the maze of conversations. Bottom pinching wasn’t unheard of, pickpocketing either.

 

But for all that, there was something so compelling about gradually making your way up the stairs, drink in hand, to the famed lounge to feign sophistication whilst something wretched was being hammered out on the keys of the electronic organ, and an overenthusiastic, glitzy, blue-rinsed lady belted out a number from the golden ages, warbling pitifully whenever she hit anything higher than a top E.

As Henry handed me the umpteenth mixer of the evening, I turned a little too quickly, bashing straight into a tall middle-aged man.

“Hey watch it,” he said, flicking drips of liquid marmalade off his rugby shirt.

Oh, okay maybe he wasn’t quite middle-aged. I quickly decided that for a Silver Fox, he wasn’t all that bad looking either.

I felt a sharp tap on my back.

“It’s nearing midnight” said Daisy, as I turned to see my well-meaning colleague had started tapping at her watch as well. “We really ought to head back to the hotel. The morning only heralds Day Two, after all.”

Thanks, Daisy. That was close. I chanced to look over my shoulder, but thankfully he’d gone.

Steph and I followed the advice of our elder, ditched our glasses and turned to say our snappy farewells to the men, who were far too inebriated to understand what our plans were anyway.

“Ah choof off then, why don’tcha?” said Sebastian, at which point I don’t think I’d ever seen him look more like Eton Mess. “Talk about boring… it’s not even officially Thursday yet. Geez guys,” he pointed at Henry and Adrian, “you two really need to train your staff to last the distance.”

We snaked our way to the exit where Silver Fox stood, running his fingers through his hair whilst chatting with a group of men. Something told me – and my pulse – it would be impossible to slip past undetected.

“We meet again,” he said, as I chanced to unsuccessfully squeeze past him, my bust making more than ample contact with his shoulder.

“Hey, I’m so sorry about earlier,” I said with a giggle. “My boss will insist on topping me up every five minutes.” I was too merry to wonder whether that came across as a sexual double entendre.

Silver Fox, amused, seemed to have forgotten the soaking already. And I sensed that all too familiar book-fair-affair-twinge in my stomach as he studied me intently and his grin widened.

“So, I’m guessing you’re a P.B?”

I ignored yet another sharp tap on my back and gave him my ‘excuse me?’ face.

“A Publishing Babe,” he said, laughing cheekily.

Christ, how corny.

“Steph’s managed to hail us a cab, Kate. Time to say goodbye to your friend,” said Daisy, revealing my true identity.

“Well, that’s you told. See you around… Kate,” he said.

“Maybe you will,” I smiled, emphasizing my final word far longer than was necessary as Daisy tugged me out the doorway.

But the fresh air seemed to sober me immediately. As we sped back to the hotel, and Steph and Daisy pondered our four male colleagues’ likely actions over the encroaching hours, I lay my head against the taxi’s window, saddled with remorse.

You can’t keep doing this to him.

 

About Isabella:

Isabella May lives in (mostly) sunny Andalucia, Spain with her husband, daughter and son, creatively inspired by the sea and the mountains. When she isn’t having her cake and eating it, sampling a new cocktail on the beach, or ferrying her children to and from after school activities, she can usually be found writing. As a Co-founder and a former contributing writer for the popular online women’s magazine, The Glass House Girls – she has also been lucky enough to subject the digital world to her other favourite pastimes, travel, the Law of Attraction, and Prince (The Purple One). She has recently become a Book Fairy, and is having lots of fun with her imaginative ‘drops’! Oh! What a Pavlova is her debut novel… and her second novel, The Cocktail Bar, will be published 13th February 2018.

 

You can follow Isabella May on her website and social media here:

www.isabellamayauthor.com

Twitter – @IsabellaMayBks

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/IsabellaMayAuthor/

Instagram – @isabella_may_author

 

How Well Do You Know Your KINK? Kinky #Sex #Quiz — Christina Mandara

So you think you’re kinky? Prove it! Take this short test of naughty BDSM and Kink Questions and see just how much you really know! Grrrrr. (Hopefully I’ve ironed out all the glitches, but if you do have problems playing the quiz, let me know in the comments below. If you’re brave enough to share […]

via How Well Do You Know Your KINK? Kinky #Sex #Quiz — Christina Mandara

Chapter 1.3

“Vasyli, we have eh, a little situation. Sergey was here with that girl. Adriana,” the large man began speaking into his phone as he walked back towards the mansion.

A series of gunshots sounded amidst terrified screams as the guests were searched and eliminated. The few party-goers that took off running from the front of the mansion were gunned down and dragged back inside. It was just a matter of time before someone came for Adriana’s body and discovered us. I had to get Joy out of here, fast. We were too far off the private road for the sound of shots to be heard by anyone not already at the party. My guts tightened as I shoved the gun in my pocket and tried to formulate a plan. Everything seemed reasonable until I got to the expanse of land between the house and the road. If they looked out the front door during our flight, we’d be nailed.

“Joy,” I whispered. “We’re going to duck behind the cars and move towards the last one. The valets left the keys in the vehicle. Hold on, where are the valets?” I asked, getting down on my stomach to look under the cars. The cloudy night sky hid the moon, but was still light enough to make out the figures on the ground by the red Alpha Romeo I passed on the way in. I remembered how they laughed as the cab pulled up and I got out, looking like a beggar among thieves. Ironic, isn’t it? The one year I decide to attend this happens.

She looked frail. Her limbs involuntarily shaking. It wasn’t from the cold, but she must have been going into shock. I righted myself enough to remove my jacket and place it over her arms. Joy’s skin was as soft as roe petals in my hands. “We’re heading towards the black Lexus. Stay down and move as silently as you can.”

“How do you know its bl-black?” she asked with her teeth chattering.

“I saw it when I entered. The guy was handing his keys to one of the valets and making a snippy remark that stopped them from laughing.” She gave me a confused look and I said, “I’ll explain later. We need to get out of here, now.”

Twice she stopped, hesitating nervously as we got closer to the car. The odd shot rang out inside the mansion and the noise shifted from people screaming to people shouting. We didn’t have much time. I made the unchivalrous gesture of giving her a little push on the posterior. “Don’t stop,” I whispered.

Her eyes were tearing. “They’re going to kill me.”

“No, I have you and I won’t let anyone hurt you. Keep going.” Joy lost it and started babbling, frantically. She went to scream and I put my mouth over hers. A kiss, nothing more, but it was enough to stop her. “Shh.”

Just before we reached the car a downpour started. Lightning flashed, lighting up the grounds. Joy saw the valets laying on the ground a few feet from the car and I wasn’t fast enough quieting her. She let out a yelp as I opened the passenger door and shoved her inside. Climbing over her, I reached the driver’s seat and started the engine and pulled out from the spot and down the driveway. The sound of gunshots behind me made me crouch down until I was clear. Joy was half sprawled, half curled up on herself between the floor and seat on the passenger’s side.

When we reached the main road, I sat up and looked. Shit! Grand theft auto. At least I didn’t take the Alpha Romeo, probably get the chair for that. A bright set of high-beams behind us told me we were not out of trouble. “Stop the car!” she screamed as I sped up and headed down Merritt Parkway. “They’re behind us! Go faster!”

Trying to keep my wits, I took a jug-handle off and onto route 104. I spun the car around, dousing the headlights in mud before I parked behind the Lakeside Diner, waiting to see if they would pass us. As the car continued on route 104, Joy found the gun in the coat pocket and pointed it directly at my face.

TBC next Week

Chapter 1.2

A faint blush on Joy’s silken skin spoke volumes of her interest. I made a mental note to proceed cautiously. Her eyes drifted towards the purse laying on the ground and I bent to retrieve it. Maybe it was because she was a woman with a mind to tame me or maybe it just was the awareness that my heart felt strangely lighter, but I decided to take up the challenge of wooing her no matter what the reason.

She walked towards the parked cars and I followed. Leaning up against the side of a shiny new black Rolls Royce, Joy’s alabaster fingers reached into her purse and retrieved a cellular phone. “My brother’s inside. I’m just going to let him know where I am. He’s such a worrier.” The faint sound of the text being sent prompted her to put the phone away. She held the purse behind her. The change in position of her arms straightened her back and lifted her breasts. My first thought was that she was a military brat, too. The itching of my palms to cup those breasts removed anything other than basic cerebral function in me. It was with torturous restraint that I kept a proper distance between us.

An irresistible ‘come hither’ look, shook my resolve. My hand slipped in between hers and the small of her back. I crushed her between me and the car and found her lips as wanton and plump as a ripe passion fruit. My other hand cupped the back of her neck, careful not to disturb her hair. The kiss was meant to be chaste, but one taste of those lips made me a greedy thief. With great delight and more than a little fascination, I slipped my knee in between her legs and felt her moan into my mouth. It was as perfect a moment as could be had in a lifetime. A sound like fireworks came from the direction of the mansion and it took me a moment to realize that it was not in celebration of our first sacred moment together.

A piercing scream broke the sanctity of our soul’s dual confession. The sound of music coming from the party was suddenly replaced with a noisy ruckus inside the mansion. My eyes opened in the nick of time to see Adriana slip something into Joy’s purse and past us. Another set of popping sounds flew after her. Realizing what it was, I shoved Joy down to the ground and covered her with my body. “Stay down. Don’t make a sound.”

With my heart beating in my ears like a hammer on an anvil, I crouched down and scuttled after Adriana. A sound like popcorn popping loudly came from inside the Waveny Mansion as I reached out for her. As I dragged her down to the ground, Adriana reached up her dress and pulled out a 9mm handgun and squeezed off two rounds. Shit! I pushed her head down lower. “Son of a bitch!” she yelled, and I saw the blood leaking out of a graze on her right side. “I was going to wear this dress again. Shit!” she yelled, and climbed over me to fire another round. “He’s down. I got him,” she said with a triumphant grin and stood back up.

She reached a hand down to me. Just as I reached out to take it and breathed a quick sigh of relief, Adriana toppled over me and landed with a thud on the ground. Blood quickly spilled out of her head. “Adriana!” I cried, seeing the bullet hole between her eyes. She was gone and there was nothing I could do. I grabbed the 9mm out of her hand and scrambled towards Joy.

I motioned with my hand for her to stay down and be quiet. Footsteps sounded on the patio and a large man in a black tux with a red cummerbund and tie called out, “She’s over there by the Audi.” As he neared her body, my heart sank. I had kissed those lips and entertained notions of a future with her. Even though we weren’t together, the pain of Adriana’s loss cut into me like a hot knife. Slowly, I got into position to fire off a shot at him. Another set of footsteps stopped me. “Does she have it?” a slender man with crooked glasses asked as he approached him.

“No, it’s not here. Go one by one and search the guests. She must have handed it off. Don’t let anyone leave,” the bigger guy said.

“I’m not cleaning this up. This was your mistake, in the first place. You’re dealing with…” the slender man he fell forwards to the floor and twitched for a moment as his blood spilled out around him.

“Hot tempered little prick. That’ll be the last time you threaten to snitch on me,” the large man gloated over the fallen body of his associate.

TBC next week….