Thursday, 22 September 2016

Ready For Flynn Part 3 Release Day by K. L. Shandwick


 


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Ready For Flynn, Part 3
By
K L Shandwick
*~*~*The concluding part of this 5* series is now live!*~*~*
Contemporary Rockstar Romance for readers over the age of 18



Blurb:

Life had never been easy for Rock God, Flynn Docherty. At a tender age, he'd locked down past personal tragedy, hurt, and pain to make his life bearable when most would have crumbled from what he witnessed. When Valerie Darsin entered into his life their instant attraction later grew into the kind of love that most of us can only dream about, after she'd survived her own traumatic event.
In many ways, they were two hearts that beat as one sharing a love so profound and rare they were destined to be together. Can two damaged people with tragic pasts really be what each other needs?
Unlucky in love, Valerie's trust issues are never far from the surface and with her past full of hurt, and a man like Flynn, can Valerie ever truly accept how he feels? Driven in business Valerie is a ball-breaker but less confident in affairs of the heart. Do values like trust, honesty, love, and commitment really survive in a world where a rock star has millions of followers who are willing to do literally anything for their idol?


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Excerpt:

As I sat on the bed with her in front of me, I turned her to face me, my eyes feasting on her body. I leaned forward and pulling her closer I sucked a pebbled nipple into my mouth through the thin lace of her bra. My hungry mouth trailed down and kissed from her abdomen to her mound.
Appreciating the garters, I lifted them between my fingers at each thigh and stretched them before letting go. Valerie’s breath hitched in her throat with the sudden sharp slap as they snapped back against her skin and my dick was instantly solid, “Sexy girl,” I groaned, as she bit her bottom lip between her teeth.
One by one, I unhooked each suspender and slowly slipped each stocking down her legs to cascade at her ankles. Holding her ass, I stood up so close she pressed firmly against me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered before turning with her in my arms as I bent down and laid her out on the floor.


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Early Reviews:

This was the most amazing and perfect ending to the series. – Passionate Book Blog

Wow, wow.wow! Ready for Flynn pt 3 is by far my favourite book from KL Shandwick, 5 stars are just not enough for how good this book was. Now I will say I cried my way through most of it, it's beautifully written and a bittersweet ending to Flynn and Valerie's story I was up until 4am to finish it. – Crazy Cajun Book Addicts

If you love a true romance and a sexy rock n roll one then this is the book for you...this 3rd one is also HOT AS HELL very sexy! – Rockstar Book Muse Blog



Ready For Flynn Series Buy Links:

Ready For Flynn Part 1~> http://amzn.to/2cmvLSW
Ready For Flynn Part 2~>http://amzn.to/2cNCYue
Ready For Flynn Part 3 ~> http://amzn.to/2cmwtQa

About KL Shandwick:

Writing came relatively late in life for KL after a challenge by a friend led to The Everything Trilogy. She loves creating new characters and story lines. KL has worked in the health and social care sector for most of her adult life, so to have the opportunity to step out of serious roles and create colourful characters is very rewarding. She enjoys where they take her and each character has his or her own voice. KL doesn't use prepared outlines for her stories, preferring the characters to take their own direction as the story progresses.




FURTHER BOOKS BY KL SHANDWICK:
If you’d like to browse the other Rock Romance novels written by KL please feel free to visit her Amazon page, while you are there, how about clicking that follow button.




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Scarlett

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Release Blitz - One Moment by Danielle Dickson


~*RELEASE BLITZ*~



Title: One Moment
Author: Danielle Dickson
Photographer: Zachary Stone Photography

Cover designer: Kari Ayasha of Cover to Cover Designs


Buy link:



BLURB

All it took to change our lives forever, was one moment. A moment that would define the rest of our lives. Can mistakes of the past be forgiven?


Sammy

For me to stay in control, I had to keep the memories locked away. Thinking back to when I lost my only lifelines, was too painful. I’d rather shut it all out and go on living my normal day to day life; not connecting, not really feeling.


Connor

Every year I go back. Back to the place that haunts my nightmares. It was torture. But seeing her face again, dulls the pain, makes everything that much brighter. I’d never be able to be in her life again; it would bring back too many painful memories. How could she forgive me, when I didn’t even forgive myself.


Only time will tell.

Goodreads Link:




Author Bio:

Danielle has always dreamt about writing a book. With many stories to tell, she finally pulled her finger out one morning when one story screamed at her louder than the rest. When Danielle’s not writing, she can be found painting people’s faces with makeup or watching twenty-minute cat videos late at night, procrastination is strong in this one. If you’re ever short for shoes to match your outfit, she’s the person to go to. With an extensive shoe collection that cost more than your mortgage (although she would insist she doesn’t have a problem), you can take your pick. An avid reader all her life, she gets lost in the magic a book immerses you in and hopes to capture that for her readers.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/oxDDxo



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Scarlett

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Tuesday, 20 September 2016

New Release - Triple Play by Nia Farrell









REPLAY BOOK 2: TRIPLE PLAY by Nia Farrell
Length 20,232 words / 100 pages
Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB2
Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB2p
Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/2b08nqY


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Rowena Campbell has always been the naughty twin. After the Viking Raid and her worst walk of shame ever, she recognized that she was misusing sex. In therapy for her sexual addiction, three months celibate, Rowena is better than fine, with a successful erotic blog and book deal by her alter ego, ginger-wigged Regina Wright. When Scottish billionaire Micheil MacDonald wants Regina at his brother’s birthday party, she agrees to attend three scenes as an observer only. A triple play in Imperial Rome, Prohibition Chicago, and Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, no kink, no sex – and no lies, per his terms, with half a million dollars riding on the line. Surely she can manage that?
Micheil MacDonald is a widower with a child recovering from the fatal accident that claimed his wife. He sweeps into Rowena’s life like a force of nature, brushing aside her protests, determined to be the exception to her rules. But Rowena has scars that no one can see. Secrets that have never been shared – not even with her twin. Telling the truth was never supposed to be this hard.

This story touches on the subject of child abuse and may contain triggers. It is written for ages 18+.

Reviews:


If you like your kink with period reenactment, then you may enjoy Farrell's Replay series. While Rowena's twin starred in Book 1's Viking Raid, this second book features Rowena the naughty twin. Rowena can be a brat, especially since she can don on different identities and chance upon the handsome Dom in question (Micheil, in this case) in the least expected places. Her quirky attitude is endearing and had me turning the pages. Since the loss of his wife, Micheil is finally in a good place and ready for Rowena by the time she appears. Great storyline. Captivating read. Highly recommended.
If you like your novellas with a good story, really really hot sex and a Dom with an brogue I sometimes had a hard time understanding, but when I listened to him in my head it was a bit easier, then you will want to read this book!! Rowena, who actually has three identities (the vixen and author too) meets a Dom she has a hard time saying no to and the story unfolds, and what a story it is!! Rowena has recovered from the Viking Raid and isn't looking for anymore "play" but Micheil has other plans. That's all I'm going to divulge so if you want to know more then I recommend you buy this book. But don't read it outside or in front of anyone like I did. You will want to be all by yourself to experience it all, or maybe with someone else, that's up to you!! Enjoy!!!”


EXCERPT:

Why me?”
One corner of his mouth curved upwards. “Yer book,” he said. “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”
Um. Thank you. I think.” She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online. She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress. The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.
Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl. “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee. My offer was purely a guess. Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”
Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return. The slave was stripped and bound to a column. Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared. He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.
Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs.
He must have heard her breath catch. “Ye like it.”
Yes.”
Do ye wish it for yerself?”
Yes,” she breathed. “And no.”
His blue eyes considered her, a lambency in their depths that she could not fail to recognize. “Explain.”
I wish it were me,” she admitted, “but not with Piers.”
Don’t make me say it. Don’t.
He stepped closer, not touching except for the breath that fanned her hair and bathed her in his heat. “If not St. Leger, lass, with whom?”
You, Sir.” Her voice was the barest whisper. “But we can’t. I can’t.”
The Dom came out, full force, and he was not happy. “Why not?” he rumbled, his voice rolling like thunder while his eyes sparked St. Elmo’s fire.
The contract?” She lowered her gaze, fighting the urge to drop to her knees in a submissive’s pose.
He blew out harshly. “And if I said, damn the contract. Tear it up and I’ll give ye half a million anyway?”
Her chin came up as she threw her head back far enough to meet his gaze. Humorless. Not even a hint of irony.
You’d do that?” she asked. “Seriously? For one night of play without sex? Remember, my rule is one time. You punish me tonight, and you won’t touch me for the rest of the weekend.” Why was that so hard to say? Damn him. Damn her body, begging her to reconsider.
He smiled darkly. “Make an exception,” he said. “Ye tried tae top me in the bookstore. Ye knew exactly what ye’d done and pretended ye did nae understand. For that alone, ye need a spanking. Two spankings. I should be the one tae give them. It’s only fair.”
If she wore panties, they’d be sopping wet. The Vestal Virgin was yearning for the path to ruination.
It would be fair,” she agreed, “but it can also wait. I gave my word. Three nights. No kink. No sex. I’m not a liar. Don’t try to make me one.”
Exceptions tae the rule,” he reminded her. “Ye said ye’d observe the scenes. Nothing was said aboot wha’ happens outside them. When the play winds down and they shuffle us out in the wee hours of the morning, what happens next is up tae us, aye?”
Tempting. My god, he was so tempting.
And he was right. Outside Replay, anything goes. Except…
Then we’re back to one time. Once. No repeats. Is that what you want?”
She thought she sounded unshakeable. He smiled as if she’d just agreed to his terms. “I want tae feel that fine arse of yers under my hand. Forget yer rules. Do what’s right.”
His voice had dropped to a rumble that pushed every button she had. She whimpered, as if she could already feel herself bent over his lap, panties around her knees, his large hand exploring the landscape of her posterior as he familiarized himself with the terrain, deciding how he wanted to change it for his pleasure.
I could tie ye up. Ye’d be beautiful, bound tae my bed. I might just have tae keep ye there.”
Once,” she said weakly.
Lass,” he murmured, his Scottish burr thickening. “Ye ken ye owe me times three. Once for trying tae top me. Once for playing innocent aboot it. Once for nae letting me ken who ye were. We have three nights of scenes tae get through. I’ll give ye time tae consider yer sins against me. At the end of each night, ye will present yerself tae me. Ye will submit. Ye will suffer, but I’ll give ye what you need. Three punishments and aftercare. I promise ye, I am verra good at both.”
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ISBN 10: 1536939528 / ISBN 13: 978-1536939521


NIA FARRELL AUTHOR BIO
Nia Farrell is one of Mr. Blackthorne’s Wicked Pen Writers and a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. She’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.

Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. In her book Something More, a 2016 Golden Flogger Awards Finalist, BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD, earning a nomination for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category.

Her debut books from The Three Graces Series, Something More, Something Different, and Something More, have been called new age erotic romance – kink with a paranormal twist. Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it's her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States with a Monty-Python-themed diner that's central to the plotlines.

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband's suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.





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Nia Farrell Titles:

The Three Graces Series
SOMETHING ELSE August 25, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG1 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B014FV1TUE
SOMETHING DIFFERENT September 29, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG2 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B015Y9JEHG
SOMETHING MORE October 15, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG3 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B016OULX8C
THE THREE GRACES TRILOGY paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/TGr or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530858194

DARK MOONS RISING e-book March 10, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMR or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01CRX1O70; paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMRp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530828759

REPLAY BOOK 1: VIKING RAID July 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/RB1; paperback http://mybook.to/RB1p

AS WICKED AS YOU WANT (Forever Ours Book 1) August 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/FO1


By Nia Farrell and Jane Austen
PRIDE AND PUNISHMENT—AN EROTIC RETELLING OF JANE AUSTEN’S BELOVED CLASSIC June 1, 2016 ebook http://myBook.to/Punish or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01FJ612HY; paperback http://myBook.to/Punishp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1533228477; Large Print https://www.amazon.com/dp/1533235244 or http://myBook.to/Punishlg

Upcoming releases:
REPLAY BOOK 2: TRIPLE PLAY September 1, 2016
RIDE THE WIND (w/a Erinn Ellender Quinn) October 1, 2016
REPLAY BOOK 3: HONOUR BOUND November 1, 2016
TOUCH THE WIND (w/a Erinn Ellender Quinn) December 1, 2016


Wednesday, 14 September 2016

New Release!!! A Harem Boy's Saga A Memoir by Young Book IV



New Release!!!
A Harem Boy's Saga
A Memoir by Young
Book IV
'Turpitude'
Turpitude is the fourth book to A Harem Boy’s Saga, a provocative story about a young man who was initiated into a clandestine sexual society through his UK boarding school. From there, he was spirited to the Middle East to attend the Bahriji (Oasis) School in The United Arab Emirates in preparation for Harem services for the wealthy elite.

It is also a love story between the young man, his ‘Big Brother,’ and his ‘Valet,’ who served as his chaperones and mentors.

This book follows the teenagers’ erotic and exotic adventures and experiences at their fourth Arabian Household, the Assalamu Alaikum (Peace Be with You) Harem. There, they became confidants to a sheik, assistants to his numerous international ventures, especially that of a film production: “Kāmasūtra - Lover’s Tale.” The teenagers continue to apprentice and model in a controversial photography project, “Sacred Sex in Sacred Places.”

This story is an account of the author’s experiences. Through these truths, often demonized by contemporary societies that deem such behaviors inappropriate, the author hopes to dispel condemnation and negativity related to sexuality, love, and personal freedom.

A Harem Boy’s Saga series - Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.


This book is available now!!!! 
Young alias Bernard Foong is, first and foremost, a sensitivist. He finds nuance in everything. To experience the world he inhabits is an adventure which is mystical, childlike and refreshing. He has a rare ability to create beauty in a unique fashion. His palettes have been material, paint, words and human experiences. 
~By Christine Maynard 

(screenwriter and novelist)
Read More about 'Young'




Watch Life on Maui with Steven Freid ~ Guest: Bernard Foong, Author



“Norway of Arabia”
“Sex is emotion in motion.”
Mae West

Our helicopter flew towards the picturesque Musandam Dibba Al Hisn, a hidden pene exclave that belonged to Sharjah but was located within the Sultanate of Oman (and which the Omanis referred to as the ‘Norway of Arabia’). I was awed by the imposing mountains and the rugged coastline that surrounded the fertile Gulf of Oman, where colorful marine life swam placidly within this aquamarine sanctuary.

     It was of little wonder that Fahrib chose this haven to dock his competitive vessel in readiness for his upcoming Acapulco race. His luxury sailboat was primed and ready for us when we arrived at the marina.

     In normal circumstances, Fahrib’s crew would be at the ready to set sail as soon as their commander-in-chief gave them a thumb up. In this instance, the crew members consisted of Jabril, Victor, Andy, me, and a handsome Arabian compadre of the sheik whom I had not met before. When our host introduced him as Tad, he said, “My sailing buddy here is a ‘gift from Allah.’”

     The man riposted jestingly. “Are you referring to yourself, Fahrib?” before he gave our captain a fraternal hug. The Arabs laughed at their insider’s joke while we looked on with befuddlement, though I would soon discover that this man was indeed a gift to any who had the opportunity to experience his sexual prowess.

     As I stood watching our attractive crew get the boat in motion, a sense of freedom overcame me. Suddenly, it dawned on me why my Master kept coming to the “Norway of Arabia” – not only to get away from his nagging wives, but most importantly, to disappear from the madding crowd and from his public identity.

     This narrow entryway that protrudes into the Strait of Hormuz and into the Persian Gulf from the Arabian Peninsula had given rise to a hidden paradise, a place for the unsolicitous to rediscover equilibrium within their harrowed souls. It was a safe haven for the next in line to the throne to set aside what was expected of him and to simply be a man whose carnal desire happens to be for his own sex. In us he’d found valiant camaraderie, a roborant masculinity as old as ancient Hellenism and as new as contemporary bromance.

     As soon as we were out of sight of dry land, Tad advocated we strip bare to enhance our seafaring experience. Jabril seconded his motion, followed by our commander-in-chief. We E.R.O.S. recruits had no qualms being naked, and neither did Victor, who was an ex Enlightened Royal Oracle Society member.

     As each of us revealed our nakedness, Sharjah’s cover-ups and pretexts seemed to tumble away. I felt liberated from society’s constraints as my last item of clothing was discarded.

     The sheik’s playful bon mot with his pal certainly proved true when he revealed all of himself. Tad’s and Fahrib’s imposing looks, combined with their formidable endowments, were impressive to behold. I couldn’t help but steal secret glances at their ‘Allah’s gifts to mankind.’ They were not just majestic in girth but resplendent in length, even when flaccid. Any hot-blooded male or female to witness such plumpness would undoubtedly deem my perception accurate. It was of little wonder our captain’s wives craved their husband’s attention.

     Comfortable in our skins, we cruised along the majestic mountains, the sweltering sun beating upon the fjords of Oman. The steamy crew had fuelled my heightened libido as my erection bobbed to the rhythmic motion of the rocking boat. We made no effort to hide our arousal as we worked tirelessly at our assigned chores.

     Captain Fahrib had assigned me as an assistant steerage to Tad, the red-hot Arabian helmsman. My job was to help him keep the boat’s wheel in check so wind wouldn’t steer the vessel off course. He said jokingly while studying a map, “Ready about… hard-a-lee?”

     I stared at him, befuddled. He laughed at my nautical ignorance.

     “What? What did you say?” I queried in all seriousness.

     He smiled wryly at my erection before answering, “Don’t be embarrassed by your excitement. We sailors are in tune with nature’s wonders.” He made no effort not to look at my length. He resumed, “Even though we take japes at nautical idioms when sailing in the buff.” He gave me a cursory look. 

     Up until this juncture, I’d had no idea that the helmsman was an accomplished member of the sheik’s sailing team, bound for the 1968 Summer Olympics, not to mention being a champion polo player and a titlist camel racer.

     I gave the man a comely smile before inquiring, “What’s hard-a-lee?”

     Instead of responding, he tapped my erection, which bounced uncontrollably. His hardness had grown during our flirtatious intercourse, its bulbaceous size stirring my concupiscence to flutter as his sturdy hand stroked me into a dizzying spell. He pulled me to him, French kissing me passionately. 

     Spellbound by his erotic expertise, I lost all sense of propriety. The feel of his bearded chin and hairy chest spawned my stiffness to drum incessantly against his furry torso.

     I had desired this sinewy helmsman from the moment we met. When he gave me the traditional nose-to-nose greeting, he’d stared at me unflinchingly. He had claimed my person with his assertive eyes then; now, thrills of chilling excitement coursed through my body as he cupped and squeezed my buttocks, teasing my tenderness with his manly hands. He inserted his fingers into my opening, claiming my cloven his.

     As we continued our alluring foreplay, the boat had drifted into an aquiline cove. It was then that I noticed my beloved Andy observing us by the doorway. My Valet gave me his approval to continue appeasing the beguiling athlete as he stared, mesmerized, at our erotic performance. He, like me, was entranced by Tad’s virility. He was witnessing a reflective manifestation of our intimate moments together in which I had surrendered myself fully to his maleness, as I did now to the helmsman.  

     My chaperone needed no invitation. He knelt to suckle our thumping palpitations simultaneously as we jabbed into his craving throat. This hallowed ecstasy intensified my hunger for both men. Just then, I felt a pair of hairy arms pinching my bristled nipples from behind. The sheik’s sultry lips caressed my tender neck, seducing me into his web of libidinous captivity. While his jouncing member knocked at my doorway to paradise, I couldn’t help but succumb to this jubilant exultation, when another stimulation seized my searing soul, propelling me into an inferno of pleasurable jouissance.

     Jabril’s epicurean tongue rimmed at my anal receptacle before jabbing into my tunnel of love with abandon. His commanding lividity drove my tilting pelvis to receive slivers of his dripping saliva. He was preparing me for the feast of the gods. And I was delighted to suffice.

     Much like my Valet relishing the helmsman’s mightiness, Victor devoured the captain’s prowess with avid ferocity. Spittle of beaming wetness coated their organs.

     Tad led me above deck while the men followed suit. Pulling me atop a comfortable mattress, I straddled the athlete with aplomb, kissing his succulent mouth with wanton fervency. Quivers of euphoric rhapsody surged through my body when his tumid avidity eased into my passageway of forbidden love. His bouncing gyrations commingled with my lustful kisses brought our hankering spirits into a unified entity. Just as this newfound vivacity took hold, I felt another force in my core. This elevated double entry catapulted me into an uncharted and blissful realm.

     The captain and the champion tantalized my tightness with symmetrical cadences as we tangoed to the rhythm of the lapping waves. Tad’s provocative expertise, coalescing with Fahrib’s rousing mastery, hurled my frenzied soul to an intensified crescendo of erotic gratification.

     Rainbows of aesthetic enthusiasm flashed before me as Andy and Victor mirrored one another as the Levantine lowered himself onto their throbbing hardness simultaneously. He was at once in agony and ecstasy before his misshapen expression transformed into gleeful entrancement. Heaving sighs of euphoric relief, he accommodated both obelisks with pride.

     It was within this circle of debauchery, we effectuated our erotic dance, answering only to the call of the wild. When our prurient desires took hold, we exchanged partners until we had our fill of proliferated succor.

     As I rode their ferocities with tumultuous savagery, fanatical flashes of electrifying potencies crashed within me, launching my deliverance over and above my partner’s head. The smashing waves of their burgeoning cogency coated my inner walls, stuffing my core to overflowing capacity.

     Before I could attain equilibrium, their relinquishing appetites had triggered another round of firing deposits - Tad’s unrelenting kisses brought on my second cumming while their stiffness continued to rock me into oblivion. Squirts of their molten love burst into the hub of my fervent mortality as I surrendered to this heavenly joyance with blissful contentment.

     While the helmsman and the captain took turns lapping up the brimming remnants they had lodged within my willing burrow, I swathed their leaking appendages with ardent gusto before sharing our fill in a three-way kiss.

     When I finally looked over at our adjoining trio, they too were apportioning their feed, as we had a moment ago.

     At last, we plunged into the cooling aqua, cleansing all traces of our man-to-man love before heading back whence we came.
A Harem Boy’s Saga: A Memoir by Young. 
A Harem Boy’s Saga series is published by Solstice Publishing and is available in print, audio and E-books internationally. 

A Harem Boy’s Saga series Film Contract has been secured with an independent UK Producer, operating in Hollywood.

Books I, II, & III

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Love n Stuff

Scarlett

xXx

Sunday, 11 September 2016

#MAEG2016 was a success - Onwards and upwards for 2017

On the 13th August this year a new style of author book signing took place in Manchester. The event took place at a mining Museum, on the outskirts of Manchester in two marquees.

The main marquee measured 27 x 12 metres and the second smaller one encompassed the beer tent. The day began with breakfast being provided to the attending authors, assistants and the amazing volunteers we had on the day.

I have to admit there were a few glitches, as we provided a variety of breakfasts, including vegan, and vegetarian options, alongside gluten free. But everyone was fed and watered, and set up to greet the readers, who had bought tickets in anticipation of meeting the amazing variety of genre at the event.

The site for this event was the Astley Green Colliery. This is a mining museum extraordinaire, as the largest engine in Europe resides in the huge winding house, and was run on the day to celebrate. The pithead is the only remaining pit head in Lancashire, ( I am reliably informed) and the setting is going to improve over time, due to the hardworking volunteers and members there. 

The museum occupies some fifteen acres of the Astley Green Colliery site. To the south lies the Bridgewater Canal and Astley Moss, an important moss land site. The low-lying landscape ensures that the museum's 98ft high lattice steel headgear can be seen for many miles, a fitting memorial to days now past.
Apart from the steam winding engine and headgear, the museum houses many exhibits, not least of which is the collection of 28 colliery locomotives, the largest collection of its type in the United Kingdom.
The colliery began its life in 1908 to exploit coal reserves in the south Lancashire Coalfield. Had it not been for the increasing demand for coal, at that time, the project would not have been viable. The coal seams at Astley Green are very deep and overlain by 100 feet of wet and unstable ground. These factors made the sinking of the shaft a very expensive proposition. The novelty of many of the requirements tested the ingenuity of the engineers during the construction, so much so that a paper, on the sinking of the shaft, was presented to the Institute of Mining Engineers. The colliery had a lifespan of only 62 years, finally closing its gates in 1970. Because of its short and relatively recent history, a considerable number of written and photographic records have survived. This has enabled a detailed study to be made of the construction of the colliery and its subsequent operation.

The museum is now run and maintained, on behalf of the community, by the Red Rose Steam Society Limited, a registered charity based in Lancashire. The museum was open that day to both readers, authors and guests alike and without exception they loved the setting. A photographers dream.

Readers turned up, and were pleasantly surprised by both the venue, food and drink and also the evening entertainment. The advantage of being on the outskirts of Manchester included the free parking at the venue, and the much cheaper prices for accommodation nearby.

The weather was extremely kind to us, and stayed bright and warm throughout the day, and evening.

Excitement was palpable as everyone set up their stalls and waited to see the first readers arrive. Although this wasn't the busiest event I have attended myself, it made up for that in the relaxed atmosphere, and everyone got a chance to talk to all the authors and models attending on the day. 

Proof of how well received this signing was received is evidenced by the fact that so many of the authors attending that day, have also signed up and confirmed for next year. Next year is set to run over at least two days, with the possibility of a third evening with additional gig on the Friday. This is to to run on the 19-20th August 2017 at the same venue.

As previously stated, this event include a number of genre which allowed readers to meet and greet a lot of new authors and this worked brilliantly well.

The lessons learnt at this event will be used to bring readers, and authors a better experience with each successive year. As a result the pricing structure will be very different, and much cheaper than others, but with good reason. I want the events to be driven by the readers, so, by reducing the cost for readers to attend, this will enable them to have more funds available in order to buy books, and also pay for accommodation locally.

After due consideration I am intending to charge £5 for either a morning, or an afternoon ticket for readers, and £9.00 for all day, with the gig in the evening #FREE to attend.

This time the food will once again be fairly priced and a bar will be open from midday until close after the gig on the Saturday evening. Likewise on the Friday evening.

Sandwiches and cakes will be available to buy with teas, coffee, fruit and green tea. Catering once again to vegetarians, vegans and with gluten free.

The evening will again be catered by a BBQ and side dishes provided to buy also.
The event is set to go over two days and, with possibly a gig on the Friday evening. The friday will be #FREE to attend. Families will also be able to attend the gigs in the evening.

Volunteers will be able to attend for #FREE with an official t-shirt as a souvenir keep your eyes peeled for the sign up forms out very soon for 2017.

We also had a launch of a different kind, as a lager was launched at the event too.

The lager is produced by a local firm and proved an unmitigated success. With some saying it was the best they had ever tasted. One to recommend and we will be having this on cask again at next years event.





The lager is Skuna, which is an artisan lager and with the luxury refrigerated units, provided ice cold lager throughout the afternoon and evening. The guys that provided the lager were a great bunch. You can find the details here for this fantastic lager https://www.facebook.com/skunacraft/
















I will be posting some more photos in the next blog post as we have literally hundreds of fantastic pictures of the day and night in Manchester.














Come and join the Manchester Facebook Group to keep up to date with the 2017 event. We already have thirty-one confirmed authors lined up and waiting for next year.








The authors that attended the 2016 event were 

Alice Raine
Amanda Green
Bella Settarra
C.A. Bell
Caroline Batten
C.L. Bentham
Christoph Fischer
Claire C. Riley
D.A Lascelles
D.M. Midgley
Elena Matthews
Elisabeth Marrion
Gary Edward Gedall
Glenn Haigh 
Glynn Holloway
Hayley Oakes
H J Daly
Holly J Gill
Iain Parke
Isobelle Cate
J F Holland
J.L. Ostle
Jules Godfrey
K A Hobbs
K L Shandwick
Karen Frances
Laura Morgan / L.C Morgan
Lavinia Urban
Martin Tracey
Morton Morelli
Neil Winnington
Nikiki Ashton
Olga Núñez Miret
Samantha Harrington
Scarlett Flame
S E Marley-Walton
Simon Clarke
Simon Parker
Stevie Turner
TL Wainwright
Victoria Blisse
Victoria Howard
Victoria Johns
Victoria L. James
Zak Jane Keir

Attending Models were

Attending Models
Matt Stobbs
Alex Jordan Devenport
Vickie Wood
Erin Urban
Stefan Northfield
Jack Dutton


Artists participating were:

The Reveurs
Joe Symes and The Loving Kind
Mog Stanley
Officer
Vickie Wood 

This is the link to the interest form for authors for 2017. This is a UK based signing but we welcome authors from around the globe.

Prices for tables will remain the same as this year but, with an additional free day available on the Sunday.



Love n Stuff

Scarlett

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