What would you do if you had a neighbor, who was not only devastatingly handsome, but also sexy as sin? Claire is about to find out when she meets Greg, the neighbor with a hard body always clad in tight jeans and biker boots, and a tendency to look into her (usually open) windows while she is working out. In an unexpected act of desire, Claire surprises herself when she reacts by stripping bare and giving him a show of her own. The powerful encounter between them explodes—but is desire enough to keep them together, or can they find something that will take them far beyond their wanton desire for one another? Read more

Maya Scotton, a young artist with a severe case of painter’s block, is in need of money. When she takes on an office job at a construction company, she finds herself firmly in the sights of the owner, Daniel Foster – a dangerously attractive man with a dark past and particular tastes in bed. Although she tries to resist him, Maya soon finds herself embroiled in a steamy relationship with Dan. And while he slowly encourages her to paint again, she begins to peel back his layers. At last, when she believes that she’s finally come to understand his ways, he has one final secret to reveal … and it’s a secret that threatens to blow them apart. You Don’t Know Me, an erotic romance, is the first book in the You Don’t Know Me Trilogy. Interview with the Author What’s different about this erotic romance? I’m a huge fan of erotic romance and wanted to write something I’d enjoy myself. So, you’ll find familiar elements from erotic romance in these books. However, I also wanted to take this series in a different direction. So, I’ve included plenty of humour and realism, and I’ve put my own twist on some of those erotic romance trademarks. A lot of work went into plotting, making sure all three books are real page turners. And although the story’s a romance, there’s also plenty of mystery and suspense, with a big twist at the end of book one which will make you see the hero in a completely different light. I love a damaged hero, a filthy rich, possessive alpha male with a dark past and a penchant for kinky sex – and that’s exactly what you get in Daniel Foster. But he’s a lot deeper than that. You’ll find he’s also funny, caring, fiercely loyal, sensitive, and definitely not a power-hungry control freak at all. I also love a feisty, funny heroine, and Maya’s just that. She gives Dan more than a run for his money! She’s sexually experienced herself, and a gifted but struggling artist. At the beginning of the trilogy, she’s lost her way in life. But as the story progresses, she grows stronger, overcoming her own issues while helping Dan to do the same. Why should readers give The You Don’t Know Me trilogy a try? When I released Shut Your Eyes, the final book in the trilogy, it reached number 12 on Amazon UK for erotic romance, and stayed in the top 100 for a while – a good measure of how many people have already enjoyed the first two books. The first book doesn’t jump straight into sex scenes. I wanted to develop the chemistry between the two main characters first. But don’t worry. It doesn’t take long for them to hook up. And then, readers will obviously enjoy the steamy sexual relationship between Maya and Dan, not to mention their blossoming love for each other with all its twists and turns. Sex is absolutely integral to the story. Dan introduces Maya to elements of BDSM. But this raises issues for them both, which need to be addressed before they can reach a mutually healthy approach to kinky sex. I think readers will like these developments. In addition to all this, I think readers will also enjoy the humour in the books. So far, many people have told me they’ve laughed out loud at various points. And finally, the book is obviously British. If anyone fancies a trip to London but can’t make it in person, they just need to read the trilogy. I’ll transport you there in your head! Read more

At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex. The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs. They can’t stay away from each other. They’re either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames. If they’re found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She’ll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped. And they will be found out, yes they will. So what the hell are they going to do? *** To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised. This is a stand-alone novel. Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor. Read more

Jem suffers from intense anxiety—he can keep his fears under control as long as he stays on familiar territory. Then Carlton walks into the bookstore where Jem works. Carlton is dangerously handsome, irresistibly charming and hell-bent on getting Jem into bed. Best of all, he makes Jem feel safe. If Jem can take a risk on this unpredictable stranger, the rewards could be spectacular. 5600-word MM erotic romance. First in a series. Excerpt from THE STRANGER: The stars were gorgeous, the glow of the city outlining the soft curves of the land around them. Climbing roses dipped their heads over the archway, shedding petals below. “Carlton?” His voice came out tight. He was scared and excited both at once, a heat that shivered through him, as though he had been drinking too much. Carlton turned toward him, one hand finding his side to pull him closer. Carlton dipped his head so that only a few inches separated them. His eyes were dark beneath lowered lashes. “Yes?” “I—” Jem could barely hold back the urge to talk, to tell him how grateful he was for tonight, how much he liked him. The words piled up and he couldn’t speak. Carlton lifted a hand, tipped up his face so that Jem caught his breath, fingertips against his cheek, his throat. Jem felt more alive than ever before. Every breath was catching in his throat. “May I?” Carlton murmured. “Yes,” Jem whispered. Carlton finally closed the gap. His mouth found his gently at first, a feather light brush of his lips, then again. That slight touch ignited a burst of heat and Jem stretched up to him without thinking, arms coming up around his neck, mouth opening under his. Carlton’s fingers curved over the back of his neck to keep him in place and Carlton kissed him again, still keeping it gentle, while Jem leaned into him helplessly, clinging even, breathless, his hands fisting in Carlton’s sweater. He was on fire, his heart skipping, his pulse fluttering, and as Carlton’s hand found the small of his back to drag him closer Jem heard himself whimper, a small sound of desperation. That seemed to be giving the right signal, because the kiss turned hungry, setting him ablaze. Carlton dragged harder, crushing him against his body, burning hot where they touched. Jem was suddenly struck by the delicious strength of his body against his, the strength of his muscles. His hands were at the back of Carlton’s neck and Jem opened them, smoothing his palms over those strong shoulders, exploring the planes of the muscles beneath. He could feel Carlton’s rapid heartbeat against his, feel the catch in his breath when Jem pressed harder against him. A car engine rumbled nearby. They broke apart, breathless, startled by the reminder that they were in public. Jem lifted a hand stupidly to touch his lips; they were tingling. He burned and smouldered with desire. All he could think of was dragging Carlton back and kissing him again. Carlton was intent on him, his eyes such a dark grey now. He didn’t ask permission this time. He took Jem hard by the front of his shirt and dragged him further into the shadows of the garden. In one dark corner he pushed Jem up against a trellis. Jem hit the wooden frame and gasped, petals and leaves falling around him, catching in his hair. The second he was against the trellis Carlton was on him, pinning him with the weight of his body, a hand in his hair to keep him at the exact right angle as Carlton kissed him. Jem couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, Carlton was so hot against him, so hard and demanding. Jem couldn’t survive a single moment longer without getting his hands on him. He fumbled with Carlton’s sweater, his shirt, finally managing to get underneath it. Carlton drew a sharp breath as Jem discovered the heat of his bare skin. His muscles contracted deliciously beneath Jem’s exploring fingers. Read more

After fifteen years as a bland housewife, Alana is ready to shake up her life by fulfilling her darkest fantasy. She wants to be watched. Her exhibitionist streak is ready to break free, and she knows exactly whom she wants for her voyeur. Doug would give his wife, Alana, the moon if she asked, so he’s more than willing to participate in a public threesome at a fetish party if it makes her kinky wishes come true. His business partner and best friend, Killian is the wild card in their plan. A businessman first, and a trained Dominant second, Killian never gets tied down to one submissive. He’s a lover with commitment issues, but he doesn’t hesitate to help fulfill Doug and Alana’s fantasies. Once the fantasy is set in motion, the three players must decide if watching sin is enough… Fetish & Fantasy SeriesWatching SinSubmission DanceMistress HedonismMasquerade Read more