The fabulous Susan Mac Nicol is here as part of her book tour for Love and Punishment.
Susan was born in Leeds, Yorkshire, in the United Kingdom. At the age of eight, her family moved to Johannesburg, South Africa where she stayed for nearly thirty years before arriving back in the UK in December 2000. Currently, She lives in the rural village of Bocking, in Essex, with her family.
Sue is a PAN (Published Author’s Network) member of Romance Writers of America and a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. Also, she is a member of a rather unique writing group, called the Talliston Writer’s Circle, which in itself has a story all of its own to tell. She has written nine novels, two novellas and a screenplay since February 2012 and clearly believes in keeping herself busy. She has found herself wanting to stay in the sub-genre that is M/M Romance so more can definitely be expected.
Her plan is to keep writing as long as her muse sits upon her shoulder. Her dream is to make enough money to give up the day job and get that big old house in the English countryside overlooking a river, where she can write all day and continue to indulge her passion for telling stories.
Welcome Susan! Can you share something about your personal life with the readers?
Hi Everyone! I have had an interesting life. There’s no doubt about that. I’ll share some deep, dark personal secrets here with you because I think a lot of events made me who I am today.
I left the UK to move to South Africa when I was eight years old. During my time there, I grew up to adulthood, I did the usual things – had boyfriends, fell in love, got married, had two children- a boy and a girl – and then decided to leave the country I’d lived in for thirty years and come to the UK to begin a new life.
While I was in South Africa though, a lot happened. I’m not looking for commiserations or sympathy here at all, but in order to understand me and what I write about (tortured characters and neuroses, childhoods and lives not all rosy and bright) you need to know a bit more about my life.
I come from a family of alcoholics. I don’t drink myself, just the occasional beer or glass of wine as a result. My father and sister both passed away as a result of drinking and my mum was a near miss too. This type of thing makes you strong or breaks you. I was lucky to be one of the strong ones. Living with people with alcohol dependencies is tough. You learn to become very self-sufficient and independent. My sister was in an abusive marriage and had to flee the country before something really bad happened to her. She was the first one to come over to the UK. But it wasn’t an easy time for any of us.
The year of 1986 was a particularly bad one for me. My grandfather died early in the year, my grandmother a few months later, I was in a life threatening car accident, and my step dad died while I was recovering in hospital. I know - it sounds like a bad soap opera. But all these things conspire to build character and make a person strong and thankful for the good things that happen to them.
Moving on, I’ve had some great people in my life- my husband Gary to whom I’ve been married over 30 years now. My kids who I adore. Jason is 26, and my daughter Ashley is 21. They keep me grounded and are the two lights of my life besides hubby.
And now I’ve found writing which brings me joy and satisfaction and has put me in touch with some truly amazing people. I write my experiences and emotions into my books (as there is a lot of personal experiences reflected in my stories) and I give my characters their HEA simply because I can. I guess it’s why I write Romance novels –so I can keep the world a little happier place.
Blurb:On the search for a serial killer, Detective Anthony Parglietto and Flynn Parker learn that every man must make a choice: to kill, to live, to love.
FROM DARKNESS AND LIGHT
Someone is leaving a trail of bodies throughout London, and Detective Anthony Parglietto is determined to end the violence. Then he’ll return to the man he loves.
Tough, street-savvy, and used to dealing with lowlifes, Flynn Parker is the last person Anthony thinks he has to protect. Then the Bow-Tie Killer strikes close to home and the world turns upside down. Right is wrong, black is white, and a policeman might become a monster. But in the name of love, justice must be served. In the name of love, pain can be endured. In the name of love, a man can taste the very essence that defines him.
Anthony walked down the hall. He reached the bedroom and gently pushed the door open. He saw Flynn framed in the light of the lamp shining from the lounge. He lay, apparently asleep, on the leather and wood divan Anthony had brought over from Italy. Its dark burgundy colour contrasted with what Flynn wore, which was nothing but a black thong lying stark against his pale skin. The divan was under the window. The bed covers were rumpled, as if Flynn had been sleeping. His robe was draped across the foot of the bed. Anthony moved towards the gleaming body of his supine lover.
Flynn’s face was turned away towards the back of the sofa. His dark hair was tousled and his arms stretched above his head to the right. He wore a blindfold. Anthony felt a stir in his groin seeing those lean, hairy legs stretched out wantonly, inviting him to run his hands up and over his groin. Even appearing asleep, Flynn had the power to excite him, to make Anthony hard and ready. He stepped towards him, watching the rise and fall of Flynn’s chest with their already hardened nubs. Anthony wanted to run his tongue over that chest, with its smattering of fine hair, to take Flynn’s nipples in his mouth and suck them until Flynn groaned in pleasure. As he got closer in the dim light he saw the hands with their bonds of silk. Green bonds lay dark against Flynn’s wrists, fastened to the wooden struts of the upright chair arm. His hands were tight fists. Anthony chuckled softly, a noise that sounded loud in the stillness of the room.
“Been waiting long?’ he whispered as he took off his jacket. ‘I tried to get home as soon as I could.”
Anthony knew the bonds would be loose so Flynn could break free if needed but he also knew he wouldn’t. It was the way the game was played.
When the chips are down, there's nobody
there. Willowy blond Daisy Matthews has survived the Chicago streets
with this mantra but is unprepared for the much older Nick Underwood's urgent
pursuit. The wealthy businessman receives a thoroughbred in payment for a bad
debt and is thrust into Daisy's world. She teaches him about horse racing; he
teaches her about love. When Daisy's seamy brother-in-law threatens Nick's
safety, she doggedly tries to stop him by herself, but flees to the familiar
streets when he attacks. Can Nick find her in time – and if he does, will she
still want him?
Five stars at Goodreads
“…dreams can become reality, love can transcend age… Exciting, engaging and
very entertaining story. The character interplay is spot on and the story is
extremely well written.” Donna H.
Daisy Matthews grew up on the streets of Chicago, and if she
learned anything, it was that she could count on no one to help her, ever. She
knows she has to tough it out, protect herself, and when necessary, protect
anyone she cares about. All by herself. No one else will do it for her.
Hubs and I have loved writing Daisy and her story. We first
introduced her in Cassie’s
Hope (Riders Up, Book One) – she’s
the teenage waif in the group home where Cassie worked before she went back to
training horses. We’ve known so many kids like her across our social service
and academic careers. There’s a special kind of resilience that comes from
growing up that way; kids who don’t develop it probably don’t make it, and
we’ve known some of those, too.
She doesn’t know who her father is. Her mother, who died of
an overdose when Daisy was little, was a prostitute. Fortunately for Daisy, her
rock-solid grandmother took her in, but that grandmother died when Daisy was
eleven. Unadoptable for whatever reason, she ended up in a group home through
her early teenage years, until Cassie and Clint Travers became her foster
We’ve dedicated this book to two of our ancestors who faced
severe social stigma more than a century ago: my great grandfather, who was
born to an unmarried teenage logging camp cook in the Pennsylvania mountains,
and hubby’s great grandmother, a quarter-blood Cherokee in an era when the
family tried to hide that information out of shame.
Maybe we gave Daisy an extra boost when we paired her with a
handsome wealthy hunk in his early forties, but we think she deserves a bang-up
happy ending for her determination, grit, and courage in the face of present
day social stigma. We hope you’ll agree.
“I won’t let anything hurt you.” Daisy Matthews finished
wrapping the ankles of the chestnut mare and sat back on her haunches to
evaluate her work. The mare’s ankles were cooler than they had been two hours
It wasn’t easy to convince a horse to stand in buckets of
ice, but after three years of being a groom and an exercise rider, she could do
it about as well as anybody at Arlington Park. At least that was what her boss
said when he promoted her to assistant trainer.
Daisy grinned. There wasn’t much prestige associated with
being an assistant trainer for a fellow with a string of only twenty-some
claimers and allowance horses, but it was something, particularly for a girl
from the wrong side of the tracks.
RainbowBlaze took a step forward. “I know.” Daisy groaned.
“Step one: pay attention. Sorry, I got lost daydreaming.You’re right. Taking
care of you is an important job.” She chuckled. “I can’t think of anything I’d
rather be doing.”
“Hey kid, do you always talk to horses?”
The horse reared and pawed. “It’s okay, girl.” Daisy kept
her voice soft and ran her hand slowly along the mare’s neck.
When the mare had stopped trembling, Daisy stepped out of
the stall, shaded her eyes from the sun and faced the interloper. She scowled
at the man’s new sneakers, monogrammed shirt and neatly pressed slacks. He
looked liked he’d be more at home on a sailboat than in a barn.
ABOUT ADRIANA KRAFT
Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team
writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair
has published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews.
Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and
polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.
Love at First Sight, Book One—A series of LOVE AT FIRST
SIGHT romances, all of which stand alone
Bailey Chapman isn’t looking for love but when Nick Palmani shows up at a bonfire and starts pursuing her, she notices. Soon, the two are grinding out their passionate fantasies. Unbeknownst to the couple, the entire episode is caught on camera.
Nick Palmani knows Bailey possesses that special spark, but when he discovers Bailey’s father owns the farm where he’ll soon work, things are complicated. After a night of passion is caught on camera and the entire groping session goes viral, he isn’t too certain of his job security. He’s more concerned about Bailey and how her life will soon spin out of control.
Fearing Bailey will do whatever necessary to pacify her family and avoid unattractive labels, Nick whisks her away to an undisclosed location. Soon, secrets are revealed in front of an interested public and Bailey and Nick must decide if they can move forward together or find a way to leave their explosive past behind.
“Your father seems like a nice fella,” Nick
said, never cracking a smile.
“Oh yeah? Wait until you meet my mother.
She’s a real gem.”
“And you think I’ll meet her sometime in the
next few minutes?”
“Got somewhere you need to be?”
“You might say that.” Nick massaged the back
of his neck, acting positively amused.
“You think this is funny?”
“No, Bailey. I don’t. I didn’t drive five
hundred miles for the career start I’ve been dreaming of only to have the
farmer’s daughter screw me over by luring me to her bed.”
“I don’t want to hear about it,” she said
flippantly. “I knew you were a player. If somebody jumped your bones after you
and I were through, that’s between the two of you. I don’t want to know
anything about it.”
He stared at her blankly.
“And you apparently lost your way more than
once if you landed here instead of wherever you’re supposed to be.” She sat on
top of her dad’s desk, wishing he’d hurry up. Whatever he was saying to Stacy
and her brother must’ve been along the lines of a good old-fashioned sermon.
Before long the handkerchief would come out.
“Are you in denial?” Nick rose to his feet
and stalked her. “I mean are you so involved in your little fantasies and
daydreams that you can’t get a real grip on reality here?”
“I have a fine grip on reality. Thank you
very much.” She glanced down at that thick bulge in his jeans and nearly came
thinking about how he’d groaned at her ear when she’d wrapped her hand around
him the night before. Moistening her lips she stared at his crotch and said,
“I’m actually surprised you don’t remember.”
“Oh, I remember all right.” He released a
guttural growl and studied her for a long time before he added, “You don’t
“I don’t know what?”
“You don’t have the faintest idea what’s
going on here.”
She crossed one leg over the other. “I’m a
lot of things. Stupid I’m not. You obviously drove cross country for
employment—probably somewhere like over at Melanie Shaffer’s place—and somehow
pulled in our driveway by mistake. You’re the one who announced we’d had a
thing, a fling. Now, my dad will probably call her dad to warn her that some…some
older guy…is coming on to his daughter and Shaffer better lock his up.” She
studied her fingernails and that’s when it hit her. “Oh my God. You weren’t
talking about Melanie or the Shaffers. Were you?”
Author Bio and Links
Destiny Blaine is one
pseudonym for the award-winning international bestseller Susan Smith Alvis.
Destiny writes in most subgenres with a mix of intimate pairings. Her upcoming
title, Rendition, will be released
soon from Siren-Bookstrand.
Brooke Johnson lives in Louisiana with her five girls, wonderful boyfriend, and many pets. When she is not working on finishing her current degree, she can be found fishing, coloring, or blowing bubbles with her kids. Just over a year ago, Brooke decided she wasn’t going to back down from her dreams, and started writing full time. With the encouragement of her family she is proud to be publishing her books for the world to read.
Brooke started reading later in life. Unlike many authors who have always had a special love for reading, Brooke didn’t pick up a book until she was in her late teens. She remembers wanting to find something to do with her mom, who has always been her best friend. One day her mom was talking about a romance novel that she just read. Not being interested in it all, Brooke gave in and read the book. She’s been her mom’s reading partner ever since. They can now sit and talk, laugh and even cry about all the books they have read over the years.
So, with great pride and honor, Brooke is happy to thank her mother for encouraging her to not only read, but to follow her heart, and write her own books. What started as simple poetry on scrap paper, at the age of seven, is now a dream come true. Brooke started writing but felt something was missing. When she started writing with Natalya Parks, everything seemed to fall into place, and now here they are. Launching books, and writing more. This may be the first you see of them, but Brooke is determined that this won’t be last. Brooke is excited for you to meet their characters, and fall in love with the men that they have spent many hours with over the last year, just for you!!
Natalya parks lives is Louisiana with her beloved dog, Napoleon. Natalya enjoys spending as much time as possible with her children and grandchildren.
Natalya has had an ongoing passionate love affair with books since she was four years old. While her friends were getting in trouble for not reading she was getting in trouble for reading. She was late for dinner, forgot to do her chores, stayed up past her bedtime, forgot about homework and was late for the school bus on many occasions; because she couldn’t put the book down. Her most embarrassing moment caused by reading a book occurred when she was in seventh grade. The school bus pulled up to her stop and of course she couldn’t possibly stop reading. The story was just too good. So with her nose still in her book she slowly made her way down the aisle of the bus. She as she got to the top of the stairs she tripped over an instrument case that was jutting out just a bit into the aisle. Where she promptly fell head first down the stairs landing in a heap in the dirt, her feet resting on the bottom step. Natalya was wearing a dress that day.
She has wanted to be a writer since she was a teenager but never thought she could write anything good enough for someone else to want to read. Her dear friend Brooke convinced her otherwise and literally dragged her into the world of writing. Something she will be forever grateful. Now, not only does she get to love and enjoy works by other authors but also those that she has contributed to as well. Her mind still goes tilt, tilt when she thinks about the fact that she is a published author. Dreams really can come true.
You can only win someone’s heart once you’ve captured it.
Nineteen year old Ryder Harrison grew up near a small town in Montana, working on the family’s ranch and in love with his best friend, Landon Pennington. That was until his Grandfather decided he needed to go to college in California. Ryder promised his Mom before she died that he would finish his education. Staying true to his word, Ryder packs his clothes, and heads to California, confident that it would all be one big disaster. The only thing he hadn’t planned on was meeting Bentley Carter.
Twenty year old Bentley Carter has enough emotional issues to write his own ‘How to Cope’ manual. Surviving an abusive childhood, he made a personal promise to always stay true to himself, and never let emotions overrule his common sense. Content with his current life and friend with ‘benefits’, Ben is determined to not let his new roommate affect him.
Uncertain about their places in the world, and with each other, Ryder and Ben struggle to understand the person who is not what they thought they wanted, yet who they are unable to live without. Living in a sometimes cruel and unforgiving world they are determined to embrace the reality of falling in love and the challenges that follow.
“Welcome to paradise!!” Ethan yelled over the music.
All I could see was flesh, and hard bodies. Hard everything. Everywhere I looked, half naked guys were dancing and grinding together.
“Ry, honey, you okay?” Ben squeezed my hand, pulling me out of the fog of lust.
I hadn’t realized I wasn’t blinking, until my eyes started to water. Ben noticed my current state, smiled and pulled me onto the dance floor. He had me turned and pressed against him so fast I was dizzy. My hands trembled. He started grinding against me with his hands on my lower back. The press of bodies around us didn’t allow for additional space between us, and the music only encouraged our hips to gyrate.
I could feel his nipple rings through our thin shirts. Our thighs rubbed together every time Ben wiggled his ass and pressed his hips to mine. I growled in the back of my throat, holding him a little tighter.
We’ve been in the damn club all of five minutes, and I was about cum in my pants.
“Ben, I need a drink.” I leaned in to speak directly into his ear.
He must not have heard me because he pulled me closer, moving us to the rhythm of the music. Ben’s hard-on was pressed my thigh. I made a mistake looking into his eyes. Their intensity was magnified by the eye liner. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Ben leaned into me, and I tightened my arms around his waist, wanting what he offered.
Starting at the sensitive skin behind my ear, he licked his way down to my collar before lightly biting me.
Called "Queen of the Sweetness" (well, two or three people said it anyway!) Raine O'Tierney loves writing sweet stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and...friskiness?
Raine O'Tierney lives outside of Kansas City with her husband, fellow Dreamspinner Press author, Siôn O'Tierney. When she's not writing, she's either asleep, or fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job. Raine believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers. Writing for 20+ years (with the last 10 spent on M/M) Raine changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly. Contact her if you're interested in talking about point-and-click adventure games or about which dachshunds are the best kinds of dachshunds! Author Contact: Raineotierney.com | Dreamspinner Press Author Page | The Hat Party (LGBT Author Interviews!) Facebook Fan Page | Twitter
Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Twelve-year-old Autumn's world is shattered when her beloved Great-Pop, Tommy Johnson, suffers a stroke that leaves him comatose. With everyone around her resigning themselves to the inevitable, Autumn is the only one not willing to give up. She and Great-Pop have more secret stories to share with each other, after all. More stories about Roy McMillan—the great love of Tommy's life whom he lost fifty years ago.
Autumn struggles to keep Great-Pop on this side of death's door. But how can she compete with the beautiful and mysterious Valley—a place of surreal magic where the sun never fully sets? Especially when there's someone familiar in the Valley who will do everything he can to keep Great-Pop from returning to her.
“So what’s my prize?”
“I’m gonna let you kiss me,” Roy said with a big, devious smile.
“Yeah?” Tommy asked, thinking he was being put on. “All right, I guess I’ll take the consolation prize then.”
“That leaves me with the grand prize by default.”
And he leaned in, and as sweet as anything Tommy had experienced in his whole life, Roy kissed his slightly parted lips. Even when Tommy stiffened, Roy did not pull back. Instead, slowly and deliberately, he gathered Tommy to him with a hold that was loose enough for him to escape from, but tight enough to be a real, romantic embrace. He kissed Tommy until he had to draw breath, and even then he did not let him go all the way.
“You… really wanted to?” Tommy asked, his head spinning. In that moment he had a single, solitary regret. It wasn’t coming out here to shoot arrows, and it wasn’t that he hadn’t pulled out of Roy’s embrace or even that he’d been kissed. It was that he hadn’t kissed Roy first. Because Tommy liked the kissing. A lot. And he wanted to do it more.
Release: Smut by the Sea Volume 3, edited by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) and
Victoria Blisse (@victoriablisse)
Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the
theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From exotic locales such as Croatia and
Australia to the coastal caves of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 3 has it all.
Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling
between the covers for you. Kinky role play, gorgeous artists, bobbing boats,
sexy cougars, hunky hermits and more abound in this exciting collection of
stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Karen grimaced as she drove the car onto
the Dungeness estate. She knew for a fact she was on said estate because she’d
just passed a sign proudly proclaiming her whereabouts. Personally, she
couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. It looked pretty damn grim, in her
She sighed. As soon as she’d been handed
the assignment, she’d known it would be a bitch. The blog she wrote for,
Universe of Quirk, published just that—anything quirky. This meant there was a
huge amount of scope for articles for the site. Mostly it was about weird
phenomena, picking out oddities in popular culture and freaky findings the
world over. For the most part, Karen loved her job—she had a genuine interest
in the bizarre and unusual, and a good nose for sniffing things out to write
about. She didn’t often have to leave the comfort of her office chair to write
her articles—the Internet gave her all the information she needed, at the touch
of a button. And what she couldn’t gather via Google, she could find out by
interviewing people. By email, phone or Skype.
But not Tom Pettyfer, it seemed. According
to her notes, he was an ex-army dude who’d had some kind of meltdown, quit his
job and moved to a shack in Dungeness. He was now a total hermit—hence the in-person
interview. He had no telephone, let alone a computer or Internet access. Her
boss had had to arrange the appointment by snail mail, for heaven’s sake! As
such, there’d been no way of double checking he was still available. Karen
hoped like hell he hadn’t suddenly decided to go out—leaving her with a long
journey home with no article in the bag.
Continuing along the poorly-surfaced road,
Karen slowed the car to a crawl—both to avoid damaging the rental vehicle and
also to squint at the shacks she passed to find the one she was looking for.
They all seemed to have names rather than numbers, which made the signs easier
to read, but it was more difficult to find the right one, as there was no rhyme
or reason to the layout. For all she knew, Tom Pettyfer’s shack could be the
very last one on the lane.
Soon, she discovered that was not the case.
Tom’s home was a strange-looking wooden building that wasn’t near to anything
else. It sat alone in the shingle, a sparse garden-type thing surrounding it,
and an ancient rusty car on the driveway. She supposed there was no point
buying and running an expensive car if one didn’t go anywhere. Perhaps he just
used it for errands and grocery shopping. He couldn’t shop online—so how else
would he buy food and other necessities? How did he pay for those things if he
never went out, didn’t have a job?
She reminded herself that this was the
whole point of the trip. To meet this hermit and ask him questions, to find out
why he lived the way he did, what made him tick. What had happened to make him
choose this lifestyle?
Her car wouldn’t fit on the driveway behind
his so she parked at the side of the road in front of his house, figuring
traffic wouldn’t exactly be a problem anyway. Looking around, she was struck by
the eeriness of the place, the loneliness. Add that to the ugly nuclear power
station perched at the edge of the estate and you had a recipe for… well, hell
on earth, really. And they called Kent the garden of England.
Pulling herself back to the task at hand,
Karen grabbed her stuff then stepped out of the car, locking it and walking up
to Tom’s shack. The sooner she got the interview over with, the sooner she
could leave this desolate dump. Grey clouds overhead threatened rain, and she
could hear the sea crashing mercilessly against the shore, the saltiness in the
air filling her nostrils and coating her tongue. None of those things endeared
her to the place.
Reaching the front door of Tom’s shack, she
sucked in a deep breath and let it out, then straightened her stance. She was
so used to working from home, lounging in her office chair as she researched
and typed away, that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to meet someone on
a professional basis. It was imperative to get this guy to trust her, so he’d
open up and give her some good stuff for her piece. The project was a pain in
the arse, but she couldn’t grumble too much—the site’s editor had made it worth
her while financially.
Satisfied her body language was
business-like yet friendly; Karen knocked on the door, and waited.
A couple of seconds later, the door opened.
“Hi,” said a guy about her age, “you must be Karen, from Universe of Quirk.”
“Uh, yeah… that’s me.” So much for being
professional. She hadn’t been expecting a god to answer the door. It had
totally thrown her. “I mean, sorry, yes. I’m Karen Wilson. Lovely to meet you.”
Holding out her hand, she tried not to swoon as the hottie reached out and
gripped it, his own hand warm and dry, the shake firm but not crushing. Her
belly did flip flops.
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She
writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and
has over 100 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, is book editor for Cliterati,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut Events, get togethers for authors and writers alike. Check out http://smutters.co.uk for the details of the next smut gathering.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.