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The Modesty Ablaze Diaries Collection Non-Fiction #BookMatters

The Modesty Ablaze Diaries of a London Housewife

As I said in my Modesty Recommends post recently, I don’t get as much time for reading as I would like to. It’s really only when I’m away on holiday that I have the time to fully enjoy my passion for Erotica and the enthralling words and worlds of my favourite authors. I marvel at the imagination and artistry of their words . . . and the skill and excitement of their story-telling.

So I’m a reader . . . and definitely not a writer.

But as I’ve mentioned on many occasions here before, Modesty Ablaze actually began as a celebration of the open-lifestyle I have been so fortunate to enjoy over the past 38 wonderful years. And publishing extracts from the personal diaries I have always kept, formed the first few months of postings here on my blog pages at the end of 2011 and the beginning of 2012.

And to my complete surprise, I soon began receiving emails suggesting that I should publish those diary extracts as actual booklets.

Now as I said, I am not a writer, but it seemed reasonably easy to “cut-and-paste” some of those diary entries that I had hastily typed into our computer a few days after the event, into one of those online templates.

And so . . . “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries – Pt. 1 The Journey” became my first Kindle Ebook. I thought it would be my first and my last.

But amazingly, I soon began receiving yet more flattering emails and lots and lots of requests for more.

So, over the past few years I have . . . rather slowly I must admit . . . added several more Modesty Ablaze Diaries to my Katie Ellison pages at Amazon and Gumroad.

Rather slowly, because although having years and years of diaries to “cut-and-paste” from, real-life . . . and fun-life . . . just continues to get in the way, despite all the requests that still continue to arrive in my in-box. And the rather lovely encouragement from the likes of La Bauge littéraire in his review several years ago at:

But as this week’s theme at May More’s Book Matters is for Non-Fiction books, it has reminded me that perhaps it is time for some more “cut-and-pasting” to add another edition to my The Modesty Ablaze Diaries collection.

You can find my current Kindle bookshelf at Amazon at:

Or as downloadable PDFs at my Gumroad pages at:

BOOK MATTERS – Runs 24th March to 20th April

Books are amazing. We can learn from them. Be entertained by them. Reading books sparks the brain synapses which in turn improves many other things. Including active vocabulary, thinking skills, and concentration. Many also believe books help us grow emotionally which has a knock on effect to how we treat people.

Let’s get reading by clicking May More’s Book Matters Logo below!

Xxx – K

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Modesty Recommends #BookMatters

Modesty Ablaze & The Retreat

I do enjoy a good book, though of course I just don’t get as much time to lie back and indulge . . . in reading silly !!! . . . as I would like to.

Ahh but when I’m away on vacation, well that is a different story. Then I can spend hours and hours on the beach, or around the pool, losing myself completely in the wonderful words . . . and wonderful worlds . . . of my latest purchases.

Do I have a favourite genre ??? Well YES I do actually. And no it’s not romantic novels, not murder mysteries, nor biographies, or political conspiracies, or fancifully magical dragons and wizards . . .

No, what I really, really enjoy is . . . EROTICA !!!

I bet you’re surprised by that aren’t you ???

But I just can’t help it . . . for as long as I can remember I’ve always been excited and thrilled by that special, sexual chemistry, that drives all of us from within. (Despite the fact that very often we are so reluctant to let it out . . . to let it explode as it really, really should).

So imagine my delight . . . my tingling, buzzing, vibrating delight . . . when I first discovered the indescribably EROTIC words of Kay Jaybee in her “The Perfect Submissive” all those years ago. A delight that I just had to share back then >here< and >here< when she published follow-on books in that series.

I was thrilled, throbbed . . . exhausted and left desperately wanting more. And thankfully, Kay Jaybee had many more. The Voyeur, The Collector, Take Control, Not Her Type, The Retreat, The New Room . . . and more !!!

And then . . . through Kay’s own recommendations . . . I discovered the imaginatively sexciting world of K.D. Grace whose kinky tale of an all-night shoe shop had me longing for my high-heel boots . . . even though I was prone on a beach mat as I was reading it !!!

And then that sexy Celtic Angel that is Tabitha Rayne, whose sweet lilting tones and beautifully soft and welcoming smile belies an amazingly naughtily filthy imagination that weaves erotic tales from the most unlikely of beginnings.

So . . . not three books I could not do without, but rather three amazing authors who I could just not holiday without.

If you know of them already you will know exactly what I mean. But if you do not, then I recommend you start reading them from the links above right now!!!

BOOK MATTERS – Runs 24th March to 20th April

Books are amazing. We can learn from them. Be entertained by them. Reading books sparks the brain synapses which in turn improves many other things. Including active vocabulary, thinking skills, and concentration. Many also believe books help us grow emotionally which has a knock on effect to how we treat people.

Let’s get reading by clicking May More’s Book Matters Logo below!

Xxx – K

Pour Modesty Ablaze A Glass of Wine


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Modesty Ablaze “Unmasked” – Part 7 of The Modesty Ablaze Diaries

As I’ve mentioned on several occasions previously, my pages here at Modesty Ablaze started almost as a form of therapeutic release.

Celebration and release actually, because I can’t deny that it was a thrill to satisfy that exhibitionist streak within that we all have, and to be able to share . . . “anonymously” . . . some of the personal diaries that I’d been writing for years and years.

Because I often wanted to shout-out to many of my “normal” friends, that one shouldn’t be ashamed of, our sexual feelings or desires. And that if we all talked about, and expressed those more openly with our partners, it just may lead their relationships to places they’d never imagined . . . as it had for myself.

Because for years I had been meeting several different lovers . . . with the complete knowledge and acceptance of Hubby . . . and had been keeping a record of every meeting in my diaries. So sharing some of those diary entries in the early pages of my blog, made me feel as though I was sharing the joy . . . and love . . . that such wonderful relationships can bring.

And to my absolute surprise, within the first month of those initial postings,
I began receiving emails asking for more . . . and then several suggestions
that I should publish them as Ebooks.

So . . . slowly at first . . . “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries” were born.

And, as I still often receive requests for more, I am happy to say that “Modesty Ablaze Unmasked – Part 7 of The Modesty Ablaze Diaries” has recently been published at both my Amazon, and Gumroad pages.

Modesty Unmasked” follows on directly from “Further Adventures”, with more diary entries of my personal meetings and . . . in the latter chapters . . . how those  “meetings” just seemed to naturally evolve into amazing three-some fun with Hubby as well. And then from there, into our first wonderfully sex-citing Swinging Adventures.

And . . . if you are sitting comfortably . . . you can listen to a reading from the beginning of Chapter 19 – “New Club Couple” from the audio link below.

Modesty Ablaze Unmasked” is now available in Ebook format from my Amazon US, and Amazon UK pages . . . or in downloadable and printable PDF format at my Gumroad pages.

Visit my Ebooks page >here< for information, and links, to all six
of my previous editions of “The Modesty Ablaze Diaries”.
I hope they may bring you fun and enjoyment!!!

Xxx – K


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A Modest Quickie #wickedwednesday

I’ve always enjoyed reading erotic stories . . . for as long as I can remember . . . it was always the “naughty books” that interested me much more than the sort of books I was always told I “should be reading”.

But as much as I loved to read . . . I could never write a story. An essay assignment at school was always my worst nightmare! I’d stare at a blank sheet of paper, praying for inspiration and words to appear, whilst all around me I could hear my classmates scribbling furiously into their exercise books!

FurtherCover400Aug2916But diaries? Well that was another matter. A diary was real . . . things that had happened, things that whilst I didn’t necessarily want to share (certainly NOT with my parents or family!!!) . . . for some strange, compelling . . . thrilling? . . . reason, they were things that somehow just seemed to write themselves. Often just dates and names (LOL!!!), scrawled code-words, filling pages of those little soft-covered (usually pink!!!) diary books one always seemed to be given for Christmas and Birthdays.

And the fact that I never stopped, is what . . . eventually . . . led me to be here at Modesty Ablaze Dot Com. And, after publishing my first few diary extracts here on-line, I was astounded to suddenly start receiving lots of emails suggesting I should turn them into Ebooks as well. So, over the course of the next few months I uploaded five short-diary compilations from my E-books page . . . and was part-way through compiling a sixth (“Further Adventures”) when I stopped.

Why? Well mainly because I it was just so difficult finding the time to put them together actually . . . I was too busy enjoying “new diary entries” !!!

But I do keep receiving nice messages of encouragement asking for more, so this week’s Wicked Wednesday theme of “Dear Diary” has spurred me into including one of the chapters of “Further Adventures” below. And you never know, perhaps I will . . . one day . . . find that my “new diary entries” have slowed down enough for me to find the time to complete that sixth compilation!!!

Morning Quickie . . .

One of the benefits of having a lover who is self-employed and has his own office, is that we can often meet at short-notice and on a spur-of-the-moment whim or tease.

That is exactly what happened when Lover Two called me on my way into work on Monday. He wanted to meet up sometime this week for a meal and night out but I was already committed to other (boring) things on both of the nights that he was suggesting. He teasingly said “Ok, how about coming round to the office now. I’ll switch off the phones for an hour”.

Although I much prefer a hotel room and a longer more leisurely evening, we’d had similar “quickies” in his office before, and there’s something that I must admit I do find quite thrilling and risque about occasionally letting myself go in those sort of circumstances. I told him I’d pop round “just for a little kiss and cuddle” then.

I rang into work to tell my colleagues I’d been delayed and would be an hour or so late, and quickly changed lines a few stops later. Hurrying through the rest of the tube-commuters I already felt quite excited by my “naughtiness” as the rest of the crowd were all scurrying off to their work, I was scurrying off for something entirely different! I thought about texting hubby as I exited the underground, but a taxi was right there, and it was only a short journey to Lover Two’s office . . . and the cabby was full of chat and distracting, so hubby would have to wait. It would be a nice surprise for him when he got home that night!

Lover Two met me at the main doors and led me upstairs to his office. We’d used his sofa on a few occasions before, but it still felt different and “dirty” and “exciting”. We fumbled and caressed and kissed and unclipped and unzipped each other. He pulled my knickers off completely and threw them across the room behind us. His cock was almost bursting out of his pants as I pulled and worked it free. The passion was actually quite overwhelming and I actually came in just a few minutes, just from his fingers sliding in and out of me and his lips sucking and scraping at my breasts which he’d freed from my bra and unbuttoned blouse.

I lay back on the sofa whilst he stood and slid off his trousers and pants, and thankfully his shoes and socks. I started to pull at my skirt, lifting my hips so that he could pull it off me, but he told me he wanted me to keep it on, and my hold-ups. He told me to turn over on my tummy and brought my knees down onto the floor so that I was actually leaning forward onto the seat of the sofa. I felt him kneeling down behind me and spreading my cheeks apart. Then I felt him pushing into me. “You’re always so wet” he was whispering into my ear. “I love it, I love you filling my juicy cunt” I groaned in response. I know he loves hearing me talk this way to him . . . and I do so love “talking dirty” when I’m really in the mood.

He was only pumping for a few minutes, and I could tell from his breathing getting louder and quicker that he was going to come. He was holding each of my hips and thrusting vigorously . . . but he knows I don’t like him coming inside. He pulled out and spun me round by my shoulders, stepping over me and pushing his erection towards my face. I leant forward and swallowed him into my mouth. He was gasping and groaning and holding my head tightly against him. I heard, and then felt him coming, swallowing it down as he continued holding my head. I knew he wouldn’t release until he’d finished his shuddering . . . finally pulling away and lifting me up to my feet. “God that was so nice” he said. Our tongues swirled in each others mouths as we kissed and clung to each other. Finally pulling away from each other we started to regain our composure. He pulled his pants and trousers back on and sat down on the sofa to put his shoes and socks back on. I’d re-adjusted my bra and skirt and started searching for my knickers behind the sofa. He found them first “let me keep them!” he teased, dodging my thrusts as I tried to get them back. “You could go commando all day” he laughed. I told him that would be very naughty and very horny, but I’d probably end up “dribbling, and that wouldn’t be comfortable”.

He called me a taxi . . . I was only going to be an hour and a half late for work . . . as I walked up the stairs to my own office I tried to compose myself and appear as normal as I could. But I couldn’t stop thinking about such an exciting start to the week, and couldn’t wait until I could tell hubby about it when he got home, and, yes, I WAS dribbling during the day.

So . . . if you’ve got down this far . . . you are sure to find lot’s more
“Dear Diary” Confessions
from tapping on the button below!


Xxx – K


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Je vous remercie La Bauge littéraire


It’s always very nice when someone says flattering things about you, especially so when those words come from someone with similar interests . . . in this case erotic literature . . . and even more so from someone for whom English is not their native language.

So I was thrilled to receive a lovely email two weeks ago from the gentleman who publishes at La Bauge littéraire (a site dedicated to erotic literature) to tell me about his review of my Ebook  The Modesty Diaries – Part 1 The Journey on his site. Now although I’m multi-lots-of-things (as you can probably imagine), I’m afraid multi-lingual is not one of them . . . although I just swoon at the sound of a French accent, my schoolgirl french is not good enough to read more than a few words!.

However La Bauge has just re-published his review in English which he has very graciously allowed me to re-publish in full below. Several other posts from La Bauge also have English translations and I really urge you to visit the wonderful world of Amber Jahn and discover some of her amazing paintings at: A Radiant Artist. They are quite simply stunning!!!

Thank you once again to La Bauge . . . and, as I have already said to him . . . his words below have motivated me to try to find some time to compile more of my (lots and lots) diary scribbles over the past few years, into a new Ebook Edition as soon as I can.

Katie Ellison, The Modesty Diaries, t. 1 « The journey »

The article you are about to read on the Modesty Diaries has first been published in a French version on my website dedicated to erotic literature, La Bauge littéraire. As the French still have difficulties coping with the idea that there are things worth saying in other languages than their own, this original feature on Katie Ellsion and her Modesty Diairies has remained without any attention. Which is rather sad, as Katie and her excellent texts are worthy of being discovered by a larger public. So I decided to publish an English translation in order to reach a bigger audience, for the sake of these diairies, its saucy details and its human dimension which extends far beyond the boundaries of physical love-making.

As you all know, literature is a kind of a game at the crossroads of reality and fiction. While some texts don’t seem to have any connection whatsoever to the world we all live in, others try to render it in the most accurate way or are destined to give an account of someone’s (for example the author’s) life and his reflections on it. Regardless of this consideration, literature is always fictional, never the real thing entirely. Conscious of this state of things, I was not able to exclude the idea of the Modesty Diaries being some kind of literary hoax. Something rather common and not to be rejected as false or dishonest, just a way of making literature out of something. Since the initial publication of this feature, I have chatted on multiple occasions with this diary’s author, and I am convinced now that the woman behind it all is in fact real. As for the actions related, I am of course not an eye-witness and I can by no means guarantee the veracity of every single detail, but I am convinced that the episodes of her life she has chosen to integrate into this stunning text – those that have led the author on her path to an enlightened – and profoundly human – sexuality – are indeed genuine. This being said, we should of course not forget that, having been transformed into literature, these experiences have acquired an additional dimension  and a veracity that extends beyond that of a single person.


Those who come and visit the den of literature’s wild boar on a regular basis know all about the terrible thirst of this beast of the Teutonic forests for all things related to literature, a thirst that pushes it to transgress all bounds in its search for something to quench the fire in its guts, a fire nourished by its lust for literature and sex, a lust so measureless that it makes him forget all decency, a longing to push to the heart of even the strangest phantasms. You can easily imagine that such a longing is difficult to satisfy, and this is one of the reasons that pushes the wild boar to take a good look over the fence, to see what treasures there may possibly be in other languages. After Barbara Shumway, an American author presented recently with two features, it is now the turn of Katie Ellison, an English writer that I met, just as Barbara, on, a site that built its business case around the notion of egotism, a kind of virtual visiting card that seems to exert a particular attraction on writers of erotica.

We should perhaps start by asking ourselves in what measure Katie Ellsion is about literature. Her texts are presented as excerpts from her diary, first published on a blog destined to be some kind of report of her discovery of – and slow progression toward – polyamory and a swinging life-style, of her first steps in this new world whose doors so often remain closed to the common mortal, caught in the conventions of a society that professes some sort of serial monogamy.

« These extracts are not fiction, but real life accounts of her occasional affairs, swinging adventures and encounters over the past decade. »1

Having never met the author elsewhere than in her writings, it is of course entirely possible that this is some kind of literary hoax, something rather common since the romantic ages, a trick that consists in creating fake biographies with all the appearances of the real thing. Whatever it may be in this case, as we talk (almost) exclusively literature in the wild boar’s den, and as this one has the habit of reaching out to those that offer him the possibility to travel the minds of writers, we are going to give credence to Katie’s story and delve into her texts, The Modesty Diaries, as if these really were the true confessions of a woman fulfilled by the experience of her openly assumed free sexuality.

As one would expect in a diary, everything is written from a first person perspective. As one follows the plot, one discovers a woman that nothing seems to make any different from the ordinary twenty-first century woman, married with kids, doing well in the job and at home. A woman whose first steps in the discovery of the sentimental and sexual aspects of life are those of the biggest part of her contemporaries. Up to the day where she starts (or lets herself get into) an affair, with all those mixed feelings that come along with it:

“Someone else found me attractive! Wanted me! Aroused me! Excited me! I just couldn’t help myself… even the complete feelings of guilt and shame in the aftermath, couldn’t stop me. I enjoyed it… and yes, I wanted it, I needed it.”2

A not very original experience that many have lived through, torn between fulfilment and shame, and that many have not been able to prevent from letting it destroy their marriage. But here lies the difference : The main character of this very intimate diary had the chance of being married to a man that not only understands her but actively encourages her to take more lovers, at the sole condition of telling him everything about it, up to the most saucy details. And that has been the start of a series of encounters that the author has chosen to present on her blog, which has later become the basis of the three volumes of her Modesty Diaries.

The episodes inspired by the rich sexual life of Katie E. (yes, this should remind you of the work of another famous sexual egotist, The sexual life of Catherine M.) have all one thing in common (at least in the first volume I just finished reading), a certain naiveté that, despite the open indecency of the characters and certain of their practices, makes for a refreshing sense of innocence. An innocence that largely contributes to make even more credible the allegations of the chief protagonist who professes the extra-literary, non-fictional character of herself and her texts. The things happening between Modesty (aka Katie) and her lovers are not out of the ordinary, and every person with a healthy sexuality is sure to have enjoyed it in some form: Modesty loves to suck cock, gets her nipples played with, enjoys head-jobs and passionate french-kissing. As I said, nothing out of the ordinary. There are no transgressions apart from the main one that lies at the heart of the matter, polyamory (rendered even more spicy by a big dosage of cuckolding). Apart from that, the sexual habits of Modesty Ablaze are those of about 99% of the population, and no-one would find anything wrong with that.

So, nothing special as for this matter, if it were not for the sincerity of the narrative that contributes to make Modesty Ablaze a real human being, a fellow, a person one would love to meet, not only to enjoy her open-mindedness and her excellence in all matters sexual, but to bask in the all-to-human warmth that she irradiates, a warmth so contagious that it makes exceptional beings out of those who just cross her path, beings that get into the readers’ heads and continue to live there. All thanks to the writing skill of Katie Ellison. And I hope you understand that this is an exploit so outstanding I just had to single it out.

If I have chosen to present to you, my faithful readers, the works of Katie Ellison, it is first and foremost for the profound humanity that lies at the heart of her writing, a humanity we all have a great need for in these times of obscurantist terror, a humanity that expresses itself precisely by what makes us human in the first place, tenderness and love, feelings that lead us into the arms – and between the legs spread wide open – of our fellow humans. This being said, I cannot stress enough how much the indecent encounters of Katie E. can be arousing! A reading adventure that guides those who let themselves be tempted from sexual heat to human warmth, an exploit that makes the diaries of this woman – a woman in the most profound of ways – such a remarkable read.


Republished here with permission from La Bauge littéraire (a site dedicated to erotic literature)

Xxx – K

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Holiday Reading #wickedwednesday

I’m a bit old fashioned . . . about lots of things really . . . but especially so when it comes to books! I still like the real ones, you know, the kind that feel substantial and thick when you hold them in your hands! (I do like holding something substantial, and thick, in my hands!!!)

I try to read as often as I can . . . but find the most enjoyable reading is when I’m away on my holidays. So imagine how delighted I was to find this communal bookcase in the courtyard of our apartment block when we were on our Grecian vacation two summers ago.


And look at one of the titles I found nestled innocently between all the modern romance and detective thrillers. Perhaps the owner had left it there, perhaps he knew I was returning for my second visit!!!


But don’t be fooled by the title gentlemen! I can switch at the flick of a . . . Modest Whip!!!


Oh . . . and I do still pop-in to my local library occasionally to browse through their Erotic Fiction section >here<!!!

Book’s are this week’s theme at Wicked Wednesday and you will discover lots more reading-matter from the reading-circle below!


Xxx – K


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Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Elodie Parkes and her “Candle Magic”

The lovely Elodie Parkes has, of course, featured on my Erotic Authoress Spotlight page on several occasions before . . . and I am delighted to welcome her back for a Cover Reveal of her latest book  Candle Magic.


candleCandle Magic – a fantasy romance from Siren Publishing and Elodie Parkes

When Simi finds a pretty old candlestick among the discarded props in the company storeroom, she never imagines it will grant her dearest wish. There’s something mysterious about the carved candlestick, but Simi is drawn to it.

She’s saved a red candle from a box she bought years ago in an antique shop, and intends to use the candlestick to hold the last candle and make her solitary Christmas lunch more festive. It’s Christmas Eve, there’s sleet in the wind, Simi slips, but Jason catches her.

Who is Jason? Where has he suddenly appeared from in the night?

Simi looks into the eyes of this gorgeous man and sparks fly . . .

EXCERPT from Candle Magic:

CandleMagicCoverEPThe space between them pulsed, making Simi feel as if he actually pressed against her. The atmosphere suddenly laden with sexual tension, Simi stared down at the parquet floor as she led Jason down her apartment hall to the living room. She stopped and turned to him. He loomed in front of her like a magnet of pure sexual temptation. She dropped her bag by the coffee table and unbuttoned her overcoat.
She dared to look into his eyes as she slid the coat off.

“Let me take your coat. The heating is on. We’ll get warm quickly now.” Her voice shook a little.

Jason took his overcoat off and handed it to her with a smile in his eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Sit down. I’ll take these and put some coffee on, or would you like a glass of wine? I think I have some bourbon, too.”

His voice low, he slowly sat on the end of the sofa as he answered, “Coffee is very welcome.”

She practically ran to the coat stand that was halfway down the hall near her kitchen door. She pulled her business suit jacket off and hung that there, too. With a little skip into the kitchen, Simi put coffee on. She left it to percolate and walked back to the living room. With every step, the need to be held against Jason’s muscled chest again grew, until when she saw him sitting quietly on the sofa, her heart gave a huge flip.


Find Elodie:

I hope you will enjoy, and share, the above and if you would like to join my Erotic Authoress Spotlight features . . . and post your own Erotic work here, please email me with your details, from my Ebook page. You can catch-up with previous Erotic Authoress Spotlight guests >here<.

Xxx – K

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Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Silke Ming

I’m delighted to have Silke Ming join me today at my Erotic Authoress Spotlight page for a Q & A session . . . and to feature an excerpt from her latest book  Indigo’s Final Surrender.

Questions & Answers with Silke:

pohutukawa-indulgence-living-tree-giftHow long have I been writing?

I have been writing for quite a while. As a matter of fact, I have always thought that I would like to be a writer, but that sort of fell by the wayside when I moved to Europe. It was only twelve years ago, when I made the plunge and published my first novel, which I’m afraid to say was not a great success.

Why did you choose the romance genre?

 I was reading the daily newspaper and there was an article about an author who described the struggles she had encountered as a new writer, and the success she had achieved during the following years. As I continued to read, I could clearly see myself. I looked her up on the internet and found out that she was a romance writer, so I decided I would try my hand at this genre, but romance writing can be quite challenging. It was not as easy as I thought, so after many rejections with my first romance novel, I settled down to read as many romance novels as I could starting with Sylvia Day.

You have now written your seventh romance novel, when you look back and compare the very first with your last novel, what is your impression?

I will say I have come a long way. I am very critical of myself. Whenever I’m unsure about anything, I have two very good friends that I can run my concerns by, before offering it to a publisher. They are very critical and I know they will always be honest and truthful.

Silke, if you could be a character from one of your books, which one would it be?

It would be Sasha Santorelli, from my first book in the Five Widows series, Sasha’s Temptation. She is a very modern woman who knows what she wants and sets out to succeed, in spite of what other people think.

So you have published the 2nd part of the series, called Indigo’s Final Surrender. Tell us a bit about it.

Indigo is a Southern belle and is the most out-going of the five widows. There is actually only one widow in the group, but they have nicknamed themselves The Five Widows, because none of them has a male companion. They are all wealthy and very self-indulgent. Indigo is in her mid-forties and like her friend Sasha Santorelli, has fallen for a much younger man. The story does get a little racy when her twenty-five year old lover introduces her to his identical twin brother.

Why did I choose a May-December romance?

 May-December romance is nothing new, but it is usually an older man with a much, much less younger female on his arm. Why shouldn’t I reverse that, I thought? That’s where the ‘Five Widows’ idea was born. There are three more racy stories to follow, The Colours of Autumn, Scarlet’s Redemption and the Ruby Red. I must admit that these five women are quite a force to be reckoned with.


Indigo’s Final Surrender.

indigo -sm-tfw-indigosfinalsurrender-fullWhen socialite Indigo West, one of the ‘Five Widows’ opens her door and sees the identical twins standing before her, she is totally confused.

One of the two men happens to be her lover Elvis Palmer, but as she stares at them a slither of desire trickles through her body. She has no idea which of them is her lover. She knows that Elvis has an angel tattoo on his left shoulder, but so does Elvin. The longer she stares at them, the more excited she becomes at the thought of sleeping with both of them.

On one occasion she is tricked by Elvin into thinking he is Elvis. She talks Elvis into having a threesome, and this turns into a regular habit.

Even though Elvis is uncomfortable with the situation, he too begins to enjoy the act of sharing her with his brother. It is a secret that the rest of The Widows are not privy to, even though Elvin is constantly among them, masquerading as Elvis. They have no idea that Elvis has an identical twin brother.

When Bobby Jo McVane, Indigo’s gay female friend arrives for a short holiday from South Carolina, she immediately notices the Widow Autumn Chance and recognises her as one of her own. This revelation shocks Indigo, but she holds Autumn’s secret to her heart. Autumn and Bobby Jo two spend their time together in Autumn’s bed, discovering each other’s bodies.

Bobby Jo is enthralled with New York City, but learns from Autumn that life for a gay woman in New York City is sometimes just as conservative as in a small southern town, depending upon the circle of friends and for now, both women find kinship with each other.

EXCERPT from Indigo’s Final Surrender:

“I know your friends think I’m after you because of your money, but that is the furthest thing from the truth. I will admit that the thought did cross my mind when I first met you, but I got to know you better and you are so sincere. You make me laugh and you always make my cock rise.”

“That’s so abso-fuckin-lutely sweet,” she whispered.

“And for a Southern lady, you sometimes have such a filthy mouth, but I like it filthy, especially when you wrap your lips around my cock.”

She smiled as she ran her fingers over his lips.

“You were the first man I’ve ever ……

She suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

“Ever what?” he asked, staring at her.

“I’ve never sucked a cock before I met you,” she said.

“Oh my God!” he whispered. “I feel so honored. You never…….. not even with your husband?”

“Not even with my husband,” she said with a smile.

“And you were never tempted?” he asked. “You allowed me to fuck you here,” he said stroking her tight rosebud. “Was that also a first?”

“You did it to me. You knew it was the first time for me.”

“Unbelievable! Fucking unbelievable,” said a surprised Elvis. “I had pictured you as a woman of the world. A woman who loved men, loved to have fun, and had done a bit of everything.”

“I do like men and I like having fun,” she replied, “but that I hadn’t done.”

He kissed her softly and she snuggled closer to him.

“Did you have loving parents?” she asked, as a manicured thumb made circles over his mushroomed cock head.

“We did. Our parents were not rich, but Elvin and I got everything we ever wanted,” he said. “I didn’t know my father very well. He went on a mission to Vietnam a few years after the war ended, and was never seen again.”

“What happened?”

“We still don’t know. Some say he had been captured by rogue Viet Cong soldiers still living in the jungle. To this day, we have no idea what happened to him.”

“What did the government do to help?”

“I think they did all they could. There comes a time when you must let go and go on with your life.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Anyway, enough with sad stories,” he said. “You know that Elvin’s older than I am.”

“Now I understand,” she said, smiling.

“What do you understand?”

“Why you got what was left over from the stick.”

“As long as what’s left over makes you feel good, that’s all that counts,” he said, kissing her on her forehead. “What about you? Did you have a happy childhood?”

“I thought I did. My daddy gave us everything he could afford and my momma, well she was always on the lookout for a wealthy man for my sister and for me. That’s how I met my husband Harry. It was something like what they do in India.”

“You mean an arranged marriage?”

“That’s it. A meeting was set and Harry and I met. Lord, he was a good-looker! Bulging muscles, a beautiful smile and a dimple in his chin! I fell in love with him from the very first moment I laid eyes on him. I had found my Rhett Butler. All my friends were jealous of me except Bobby Jo McVane. It was rumoured she had a hankering for women. She never did marry and I don’t know if it is true, but like my Daddy always said, ‘where there is smoke, there’s always a little fire.’”

“So whatever happened to Bobby Jo?” he asked.

“We talk to each other every now and then. She still lives with her mother who is now as mad as a cat. They say she is senile. I guess that means she has Alzheimers disease.”

“That’s pretty sad,” Elvis said.

“Anyway Harry West came by and introduced himself to my Daddy and they sat together on the porch smoking cigars and drinking brandy. When they were through, my father called me over and introduced me to him. The deal was sealed and I pretended to be a little shy.

Now Indie,” said my Daddy. “I want you to sit on that bench over there and become acquainted with Mr. West.”

We sat in the garden under that big Magnolia tree and he courted me. I can still smell those blossoms,” she said, closing her eyes and inhaling. “My Daddy sat on the porch in his rocking chair to make sure that no hanky-panky went on between Harry and me before he proposed. Harry was eight years older than I was and had the experience to go with it.”

She paused for a moment.

“Go on,” said Elvis.

“I was a virgin on my wedding night,” she said. “Oh yes. I was as white as driven snow, and I gave it all to Harry. We were married one year later and very soon after that, I was pregnant with my first daughter and we called her Savannah. A real southern name and like her Momma, a real southern belle! She was such a pretty little thing. One year later, I was pregnant again, with little Emma. That’s what we called her. I can still recall how we would spread our lunch, picnic style on the front lawn and Savannah, Emma and I would lie under the shade of that big, old dogwood tree and we would sip our lemonade like real southern ladies.”

“So how did a southern lady find herself in New York City?”

“The children were sent off to boarding school and things started to fall apart in the marriage. It’s nothing unusual for southern gentlemen to have wandering eyes, so I thought that Harry had found something younger with tighter muscles.”

“What do you mean?” Elvis asked, resting on one elbow to take in the story.

“After all, I had already had two children and my muscles were no longer strong like they were when he had met me as a young, virginal Indigo Dupree. That was my maiden name. My momma said we were of French stock from Quebec, Canada.”

“Would you care for a glass of lemonade?” Elvis suddenly asked. “I am rather thirsty.”

“Yes, I do believe I do,” she replied. “I’ve been running my mouth for a year and a day.”

“Tell me the rest of the story when I return,” Elvis said, hurrying into the house, his cock swinging from left to right in front of him.

He returned and handed her a glass of lemonade and he began to sip his.

“Where was I?” she said, after taking a sip.

“You were telling me how you ended up in New York State,” said Elvis, eager to hear the full story.

“Oh yes. Harry was behaving strangely. Our sex life was non-existent. I thought he was on the prowl for something young and tight. He would come in late at night and the next day I would examine his shirts for lipstick or cologne, but I could never find anything to prove his infidelity. One morning he showed up at four thirty and I was really angry.”

“What did he say?”

“Not much. He allowed me to throw a tantrum, and when I was finished, he said there was something which we should talk about the next day. I didn’t want to wait until the next day, so I screamed and yelled at him. Finally he took a seat and waited for me to calm down.”

“And?” asked Elvis.

“I sat down and he started to talk. The words he used were so long, I thought he was trying to confuse me. Looking back, I knew he was trying to confuse me. I waited to hear the words, ‘I love her or perhaps she is really in love with me.’ Instead he said, ‘I met someone and he …….”

“He?” asked an astonished Elvis.

“That’s what I asked also. My husband left me for another man. How do you compete with another man? I think I could’ve held my own with another woman, but I had no idea what I was up against where a man was concerned. I decided I wanted to meet him.

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Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Skye Michaels

I regularly receive requests to host new Authoress Spotlight’s . . . and of course it is always a pleasure to discover new writers and new books . . . but I don’t think I’ve ever been able to introduce someone as prolific as today’s guest, Skye Michaels.

In just a few years Skye has written 20 books and from the excerpt included here, from one of her latest releases, Vaughn’s Awakening, Skye certainly has a very vivid, and naughty, imagination.

Or . . . is it just imagination??? Skye is here to tell you more . . . !!!


After losing my job as a commercial real estate paralegal during the financial downturn in the real estate market in 2010, I was working some temp jobs in Miami which is a long commute.  My daughter bought me a Kindle for my birthday to ease the long commute from Fort Lauderdale to downtown Miami.

BAM Photo 9-3-12Yikes!  I had no idea what was out there not being a techie by nature.  I read a ton of the erotic books and loved them.  After writing legal documents for years I knew I could write an erotic romance. I read some more of them to find out what they said, what words were used, and how far they went. Pretty darn far! These books weren’t your mama’s romance novels!

Since there are no classes in how to write erotic romance, it was a learn-as-you-go adventure. I have now written twenty books. I can’t believe it myself. When I look at them, I wonder where all the words came from and I am amazed. I am approaching ONE MILLION WORDS. Yes – I’m a little weird and I keep track of that!

I started my first series, The LeClub series, with Calleigh’s Collar set in the glamorous horse world of Ocala, Florida. I finished the first draft in 17 days.  Granted it was only 22,000 words. It and a second manuscript, Kelly’s Challenge, were accepted by Siren Publishing within three weeks. I was astounded, excited, terrified. Since then I have learned a lot from the editors at Siren Publishing. When I started, I had no idea what Point of View and Head Hopping were. That first edited manuscript was a shock.

I have since started  other series:  The Golden Dolphin set aboard a 300 foot mega yacht (currently 6 books with at least one more to come), and The Black Iris Club set in my hometown of Fort Lauderdale that tells the stories of four girlfriends who are either cops or attorneys. I enjoy writing (and reading) book series because you get to revisit some of your favorite characters and see how they are doing.

I love the BDSM genre, and have had some interesting conversations with people about it. I recently attended a writer’s conference given to educate writers about the lifestyle. I met some really terrific people there who live the lifestyle and learned a lot.

My heroines are all hard working professional women with lives of their own.  Although I am writing about Dominant/Submissive situations, none of my girls are downtrodden or lack spunk. My heroes are all rich and handsome since this is Romance with a capital “R”.  If we all wanted real life, we only have to look around us, not to romance books.

My latest series, The Black Dahlia Hotel, is a spinoff of The Black Iris Club, which will continue the Fort Lauderdale story with new and interesting couples.  Book 1, Mikaela’s Debut has been released, and Book 2, Vaughn’s Awakening is coming out on September 29.  Book 3, Melodie’s Song, has been accepted for publication and I am working on Book 4.

It’s an adventure, that’s for sure. Whenever I finish a book, I scramble for the next one.  Once an idea is firmly in my head, I can relax again and just let it happen. I want my readers to feel like they have been to fabulous places and enjoyed a hot love affair with a fabulous hero, and always a Happy Ever After. I hope I can provide my readers with a little respite from everyday life as well as some fun and hot romance.

Please visit my fan page on Facebook, Skye Michaels Books.  All of my covers, first chapters and buy links are there.  You can just search Skye Michaels on,, or Barnes and and my books will pop up.  The following are my and links for the first books of each of my series:

THE LE CLUB SERIES:  (M/F BDSM Contemporary Erotic Romance)

THE GOLDEN DOLPHIN SERIES:   (M/F BDSM Contemporary Erotic Romance)

THE BLACK IRIS CLUB (M/F BDSM Contemporary Erotic Suspense)

THE BLACK DAHLIA HOTEL (M/F BDSM Contemporary Erotic Suspense)

(Not yet available on Amazon)



ec-sm-tbdh-vaughnsawakening-fullHe released her cuffs and picked her up.  He walked to the silk chaise in the corner of the room and sat down with her in his lap.  He settled her against his bare chest.   “I wanted to get that out of the way, subbie.  I like to greet my subs with a nice fanny warming.  You do know that there is a difference between punishment and play.  That was play.”

“That’s a hell of a way to say ‘hello’, Master.  I don’t think I like it.”

“No?  Let’s see.”  He slipped his hand down between her thighs until he encountered her well-groomed pussy.  Apparently she’d had a bikini wax in honor of the trip, and the area around her labia had been waxed clean.  That was alright with him, but he really didn’t care for a full Brazilian.  “Nice and damp, but not drenched, subbie.  Let me see what I can do about that.”

He ran two fingers over her slick pussy, glanced over her clit, and she shuddered.  It wouldn’t take much to tip her over into an orgasm, but he decided to wait.  He wanted her to come on his cock.  He began to skim his fingers between the lips of her pussy with a light pressure while he kept a firmer pressure on her clit.  Soon she was shifting on his lap as she tried to increase the friction, and he felt the slick moisture begin to gather.  “That’s better.  I like my sub to be wet and ready.”  He slipped two fingers between the lips of her pussy and rotated them until he found her G-spot.  He rubbed the inside wall of her vagina, and she groaned.  “Do you like that, subbie?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, Master, I want more.”

“What do you want?  You have to ask for it.”

“I want you inside me, Master.”

He shifted her weight until she was astride his lap.  He reached down and popped the buttons on his leathers.  Ah, relief.   His hard dick sprang out of the opening at full attention.  He pulled her over his cock.  “Rub that sweet pussy over my cock, subbie.  I want to feel that slick honey.”

She began to stroke her hot, wet pussy over him with enthusiasm.  “No coming until I give you permission. You have to hold back no matter what.”  If anyone was going to have a hard time holding back, it would be him.  The feel of her wet, slippery center contrasted with the short blonde hair cushioning her plump mound was exquisite.  When he could stand the friction no more he efficiently rolled on a condom.  He lifted her and brought her down on his hard shaft.  “Work that fine ass, baby.  Serve your Master.”  Was that too much?  She had blinked at that one.  Well, she’d have to get used to submitting to his desires sooner rather than later.  He reached around and slapped her bottom.  “Faster.”  She curled her fingers over his shoulders and began to ride him.  He tightened his hands around her small waist and directed her strokes.  Her bottom slapped against his thighs.   “Harder.”  She increased her speed and the length of her strokes.

Vaughn was flying.   Higher, faster.   She’d never experienced anything as hot and intense.  Her ass and her pussy were on fire.  She didn’t think she could hold back her orgasm.  “Master, please let me come.  I don’t think I can hold it.”

“Another minute, subbie.  I need a little more so we can come together.”

She began to count backwards from one hundred.  One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety-six… That was the only way she could concentrate on something other than the fire between her legs as she rode Paul with abandon.  Eighty-nine, eighty-eight, eighty-seven, eighty-six.   She was coming.  She was coming.

She couldn’t stop the rush of heat that rolled through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.  He followed her over the edge with a blast of hot cum as her orgasm pulsed through her veins.  Finally she collapsed on him, her ample breasts cushioned on his ripped abs.  She was breathing hard.  She could hear her respiration and her heartbeat against his chest.  A light sheen of sweat had broken out on her skin.  He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“That was extraordinary, Vaughn.  Just excellent.”

No man had ever said that to her before.  She felt a glow of pride tighten around her heart.  She’d always thought she was a little lacking in the sex department, that her lack of confidence in her body had hurt her performance.  Well, Master Phillip Paul Proffit had blasted right through that barrier—with some encouraging words and a hot bottom.  She snuggled against his warmth, and then she felt him reach behind and pull a soft black blanket over her body.

“Rest, baby.  Just rest on your Master.  We’re just getting started.”

When they had both settled down, Paul stood up with Vaughn in his arms and walked to the opulent bed he had seen her checking out with interest.  He put her down while he pushed the decorative pillows to the floor, pulled the covers back and then stripped out of his boots and leathers.  He had them both tucked into the comfortable bed in a minute with her spooned up against his chest.  He relaxed.  This was the part he usually avoided with subs because it led to unreal expectations on their parts, but with Vaughn it just felt right.   She felt right in his arms.  She was dozing but he was wide awake.  He hadn’t felt such comfort with a woman in a long time.  Everything about her was perfect.  She wasn’t too small and dainty for his big frame, they complimented each other sexually, she was intelligent, and she was far from a doormat sub.

He didn’t enjoy topping a woman who couldn’t stand up to him when she needed to.  The gift of submission given by a strong woman was priceless.

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Erotic Authoress Spotlight . . . Kat Jameson

I’m delighted today to welcome a debutant authoress to my Erotic Authoress Spotlight page.

Kat Jameson, is a young New York actress and writer and has just released her first two short-stories. Reading both the teaser-excerpts below has certainly left me anxious to know more!!!


At the ripe old age of 27 I decided to let my inner world step out into the limelight through my writing. As a native New Yorker, I have always loved the energy and the pulse this city gives off day in and day out. Being surrounded by Broadway Shows, big city lights and the eclectic mix of people I see everyday, has fed my creative spirit. The dream of being an author and an actress has been my main pursuit for the past three years.

After many years of not feeling like I “belonged” anywhere, I came to terms with my own sexuality at the age of 23. This personal revelation not only renewed my spirit,  it also helped me decide the direction in which to steer my writing. Having a huge crush on one of my female acting coaches helped as well! Allowing my sexual fantasies to finally make their own debut through my writing has been nothing less than exhilarating! I have always written for my own enjoyment and fulfillment, but recently took the plunge and published my works electronically.

I wanted my first few e-books to be a series that takes the reader on a journey with each story leaving the reader anxious for more. I hope that Marina and Linda’s story can intrigue and excite readers as well as reaffirm their belief in love and leave them yearning for book three and book four!

With the release of my first two e-books, I created Facebook and Twitter accounts. Any support and feedback would be greatly appreciated.


From Book 1, The Artist of My Life.

ArtistOfLife“Hi, Linda.” It was Marina. The way she said my name in her light Portuguese accent, Leenda, made my throat catch.

“Marina,” I said and stood, forgetting that I had put my bag on my lap. It fell, spilling the contents of my life all over the floor.

 “Ah, whoopsie!” I cried out as I knelt to scramble for my stuff, thinking, Whoopsie, really? Did I just say that out loud?Marina was instantly on her knees beside me. “Let me help you,” she said. Her hair, a mass of glossy mink brown waves, fell over her eyes as she reached for the lipsticks and coins that had rolled under the seats in the next row. She dropped a handful of them into my open palm. Her face was so close to mine, I noticed three light freckles on her right cheek that I hadn’t before. My stomach did back flips at my sudden desire to connect them with my tongue.


And from Book 2, Love’s Challenge.

LovesChallengeShe trailed her finger down my arm, giving me chills.“Are you waiting for him to bring it up? To ask why you requested time to go on a trip sponsored by the college for a colleague in another department?”

“Well, he certainly knows we’re friends,” I said.

Marina tilted my chin towards her face. Her eyes blazed. “Does he know this?”

She leaned over to kiss me. The rasp of her thick curls against my cheek made her lips even softer. I breathed in her intoxicatingly warm and sensual scent of gardenias and light musk. A soft gasp escaped my throat as I murmured into the hollow of her ear.

“If you keep this up, I won’t be able to hold out till we land.”

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