The always fun-loving Victoria Blisse and her friends are organizing a day of sun and sexy delights this summer!
Smut by the Sea takes place on the 22nd
June at Scarborough Library. The event runs all day with readings and
an erotic marketplace during the day (10am-4pm), featuring top
authors like KD Grace, Janine Ashbless, Victoria Blisse, Lucy
Felthouse, Tabitha Rayne, Lexie Bay, Slave Nano and Ruby Kiddell.
And then the evening will showcase Smut by the Sea volumes 1 and 2
between 6-9 pm.
Valentine's Day has come and gone. Sometimes it seems that Valentine’s gifts last for no time at all. Flowers
wilt, chocolates get eaten, champagne drank. But right now, special for Valentine's, you can purchase Smut by the Sea
tickets for £7.50 from now until 25st February 2013.
This is a 25% off the usual price. This ticket will get you in to the
Smut by the Sea Book launch with free nibbles and a glass of
something bubbly plus readings that will get you in the mood for some
seaside good loving.
Pick up tickets for your beloved today
and give a gift that will keep on giving! For more details check
http://smutbythesea.co.uk
and buy your tickets here http://smutbythesea.eventbrite.co.uk/
And if you can't be there in the flesh (alas, I cannot!), get into the right mood with the seaside erotica anthology Smut by the Sea, volume 1.
You can read my review at Erotica Revealed. And you'll find a lovely excerpt to whet your appetite below!
Excerpt from A Proper British Seaside
Holiday by Victoria Blisse
I jumped on the next open top bus that
came along, paid my fare and climbed upstairs. No one was up there.
That wasn't a surprise since it was still raining hard. I sat down
near the back. I always wanted to sit at the back when I was little
and my parents wouldn’t let me. It was fun to let my little rebel
take over.
The seat was damp and cold and the
water seeped into my jeans. I’d have to go back to the hotel and
change again once the trip was over, but then I could maybe enjoy the
firm mattress of my bed while I waited for my clothes to dry.
Apparently, once you reawaken a libido it doesn’t give you five
minutes rest.
It's hard to appreciate the view when
rain is slapping you in the face like an irate lover. So I just
closed my eyes and enjoyed the harsh rush of wind against my cheeks
and listened to the pitter-patter of the drops dancing over my coat.
I felt the bus stop, so I opened my eyes. I was near the harbour,
fishing boats sitting quietly in the water, huddling together before
their next jaunt out to sea.
I heard the clomp, clomp, clomp of
shoes on the stairs and I wondered who on earth was as crazy as me to
want to sit up in the elements. It turned out to be a very handsome
man in a red raincoat similar to my own. He cracked a smile when he
saw me, his head just peering over the top of the barrier as he
continued up the stairs.
“I thought I’d be the only one
crazy enough to sit up here in this weather.” His voice was earthy
and deep with a hint of the local accent. I wanted to hear more of
it.
“No, no. I’m afraid you’ve not
got the monopoly on crazy today.”
“So,” he said, covering the
distance from the front of the bus to the back in a few long strides.
He was very tall and did I mention handsome? I was sure the wetness
seeping between my thighs wasn’t simply the rain. This tall, dark
man was whispering to my most feminine desires. “What brings you up
here on such an inclement day?”
“Appreciation of life.” I replied
with a smirk.
“Ah, that.” He nodded, “do you
mind if I sit with you?”
“Not at all, as long as you don’t
mind getting a wet arse.” I chuckled uneasily. I shouldn’t have
mentioned his bum, I hardly knew him!
“I’m already wet everywhere else,
what’s another body part in the grand scale of things?” He sat
down and offered me his hand. “Hello, I’m Daniel. You’re not
from round here, are you?”
“I’m Abby. I’m from Manchester
but I live in London right now.”
“Well, that explains a lot,” he
smiled, “the dark around your eyes, the half lingering sense of
hopelessness, the rounded vowels.”
I should have been offended but I was
stunned by how observant he was.
“You’ve got me,” I shrugged. “I’m
trying to rediscover myself. Shit as that sounds.”
“I understand,” he said. “I’m
pretty certain we should all spend more time doing that kind of stuff
and less time worrying. It has a better yield, anyway.”
I nodded and twisted my fingers
together in my lap. I was suddenly acutely aware of his body heat
beside me and the scant half inch between his arm and mine.
“Do you live here?” I asked,
finding conversation far less scary than silence and my erratic,
erotic thoughts.
“Yeah.” Daniel nodded. “Most of
my life.”
“Lucky sod.” I said with a sigh.
“It’s not a bad life,” he agreed,
though I saw a little sadness in the depth of his darkened eyes.
“Took me a while to work that out, though.”
It’s difficult to describe something
that happened without word or movement but I realised then that
Daniel understood me and my troubles. It’s like his soul recognised
the same weakness in mine.
“Look,” he turned his body towards
me, “this is going to seem very forward of me but, I’ve been
looking at your lips and they’re just calling to be kissed. Would
you mind if I just leaned in a touch and rested my lips against yours
for a bit?”
Propriety would have screamed at me to
shout no and to run like the wind away from the man with
determination and longing in his eyes. Luckily I was there with
passion, not propriety, and passion urged me to nod my head and lean
in to speed up the action. I’m never usually so impulsive but as
his lips brushed mine I knew I’d made the right choice. Daniel’s
warmth flowed from his body into mine.
Smut by the Sea volume 2 coming
soon!
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