Our David

By Mathilde Madden and Kristina Lloyd of Erotica Cover Watch

This is the story of how we - Kristina Lloyd and Mathilde Madden - met. It might look like a whole bunch of hot pictures of David Beckham, but it really is an origin story.


Um, anyway...

Once upon a time, Lust Bites was in full swing and Mat was doing her regular Coming Attractions Sunday preview of the week's new articles. As usual, she posted a gratuitous hot man pic at the top of the post. She rifled through a favourite set – a set that just happened to be the favourite of her character, Imogen, from her first novel Peep Show - and chose this.

Kristina Lloyd was writing her novella, The Vampire's Heart, for the novella collection also called Lust Bites (confusing we know – pay attention) in which Mat was also appearing with her vampy story, Under Her Skin. Kristina took one look at the pic Mat had posted and realised it was the exact image she'd had in mind when she'd created her lead vampire, Billy.

Clearly the stars had aligned. We bonded over Beckham, discovered we lived round the corner from each other – and the rest is erotica-book-cover crusading history.

These days we write Erotica Cover Watch, a blog designed to highlight the lack of images of men on the covers of erotic books. Every week, we kick off with Man Candy Monday, offering a delicious pic of a sexy guy to illustrate the kind of thing we – as straight women - would like to see featured on smutty books rather than the ubiquitous image of a woman in her skimpies.

We are the two writers who once almost broke Lust Bites (the blog) by trying to post 200 men for the 200th post and today we've done a Massive Man Candy Monday for Lust Bites' last week. And because David Beckham introduced us right here on this very blog, we made him our official mascot on Erotica Cover Watch. And so for your delight (um, and ours), we bring you The Mega Becks Man Candy Monday.

Enjoy!

(Could somebody please mop up Kate Pearce? I think she melted.)

And the great thing about David – he has something for everyone. You want long blond hair? Skinhead? Dirty squaddie? Tweedy gent? Sweat and dirt-smeared boxer? Latter day Jesus Christ? But why am I still talking....?


In fact this set, brilliantly, contained a favourite for Kristina, where David looks like a mean-hearted pimp.


And one for Mat where he looks like an upmarket rent boy.


Apparently he also plays football or something ...

(Keep your eye on the ball.)

Check out more Beckham today on Erotica Cover Watch's Man Candy Monday. And don't forget to comment and tell us which pic is your favourite or even post one yourself - a last bite for Lust Bites.

Gonna miss this place!

Mat and Kristina

On Patrol with Erotica Cover Watch

I’m Kristina Lloyd and I’m a hornymanoholic. My friend, Mathilde Madden, suffers from the same problem.

You wouldn’t believe some of the places we have to hang out to get a fix. It makes us feel weird and freakishly oversexed.

Imagine our plight: another late night of smut writing and we decide to take, um, a break from the words. So we google, say, ‘stud muffin’ or ‘david boreanaz naked’ or ‘army boy gang bang in a warehouse after they have all got in from the mud and are really really angry’.

And where do we end up? Yup, gawping at gay porn.

Many of us have heard the phrase ‘I’m a gay man trapped in a woman’s body’. It’s understandable where the confusion arises but what this assertion actually means is ‘I’m an ordinary woman living in a world which refuses to accept I love sex and frequently have the horn for men.’ Mainstream depictions of sexiness often bypass female desire entirely because they bypass the jaw-dropping, mouth-drying, knee-weakening sexiness of guys. Typically, sexiness equals curves, breasts, hips, lips and knickers. If you’re a straight woman and you want unashamed muscle and some sexiness your way, then you must make like a minority and go to gayland. Why, when women are over half the population? This surely ain’t fair.

It’s much the same in bookshops (although obviously there is a lot less cock) with sexy gay fiction being where it's at. Mathilde and I read and write smut. This gets us hot. But the covers of erotica leave us cold and frustrated. They feature near naked women and are aimed primarily at straight men.

Sure, if you’re a bi woman, you might like the picture too but presumably you’d be equally happy with a gorgeous guy. And it’s odd, isn’t it – suspicious even – that on erotica covers, the only aspects of female bisexuality represented are the ones that heterosexual men get off on quite majorly? How jolly convenient! Because the fact is the preponderance of the female form in erotica isn't an act of generosity towards women who like women, anymore than the plethora of hot-honeys-go-pussy-crazy porn is about lesbian consumer choice. It's just a side effect of what straight men like.


So Mathilde and I have been wondering why there are practically no men on erotica covers. And we realise it’s simple: as everyone knows, if a straight man looks at another man in an arena that could be construed as sexual, his penis falls off dead! And since nobody wants bookstore owners to be continually having to sweep up the penises in the erotica section (it’s bad enough there as it is), they put the hot-hunk covers out of harm’s way, in places where no self-respecting straight man would go ie. in gay fiction and erotic romance.


Erotica and erotic romance are different beasts (though both are making two backs). Erotic romance, as you probably know, is a smutty offshoot of the traditional romance genre. Broadly speaking, the narrative is driven by the development of potentially loving and long term relationship between a him and a her (with occasional twists, extras, spankings and even lashings of lube). Sex, or the hunger for it, is a hot horny part of that burgeoning relationship, and of other hook-ups the protagonist may have before she snags her main man.

In erotica, lust has the upper hand. Love may or may not be present but the story is driven primarily by sexual desire, often kinky, and the quest for its fulfilment. Of course, that doesn’t mean erotica lacks emotion, passion or empathetic characters. Negotiating the journey to sexual completion can be incredibly fraught, joyous, intense, and intellectually and emotionally-involving. Love and lust are both deeply profound and complex subjects.

Remember that old chestnut, ‘Girls use sex to get love; guys use love to get sex’? Sometimes it seems we’re still stuck there: erotic romance prioritises love therefore it’s for women; erotica prioritises lust therefore it’s for men.

The book covers say as much with their images of hot hunks on erotic romance, images of hot babes on erotica. The message seems to be it’s only legit for women to look at a bit of brawn with the safety net of love, sunsets and a happy ever after. Sure, these things are fine. That’s what romance is about. But haven’t we had enough of the notion that women only like sex with hearts, bows and violins? That we can only fuck with one eye on our future prospects? That lust is strictly for the boys and that women can’t go gooey over a beautiful male body sans sunset?

Why are there rarely any men on the covers of erotica? Why does the genre insist on fetishising only the female form?

The question becomes increasingly pressing when you look at the phenomenal growth in the numbers of women writing and consuming erotica. Erotica’s readership has changed hugely in recent years but the covers are still languishing in the past. They appeal directly to men while fobbing women off with the notion that they can identify with the half-dressed object of many a man’s desire. And if you don’t identify, then what? You can fuck off back to romance where you belong? Keep on trespassing on gay porn?

Hey! We’re women, we’re here! We like to look and lust just as much as guys do. And we reckon the objects of our desire ought to be getting a lot more cover space. We want more sexy guys in erotica, more muscles, more couples - more equality, goddammit!

Sure, some women like looking at other women and we’re not knocking that. But how come that's all we’re allowed to look at? What about those of us who are (oh God, the shame) straight? What can we feast our eyes on?

So Mathilde and I are launching our campaign to Banish Inequality on Covers in Erotica, Porn and Smut (BICEPS)! Please check out our brand new blog, Erotica Cover Watch. On Erotica Cover Watch, we’ll be highlighting the problem of erotica’s persistent sexism by bringing you regular doses of cover-snark, rigorous debate, rage, laughter, hope and dirty filthy photos of hot handsome men in teeny tiny pants. We really hope you’ll add your voice.

Head on over there now to have your say. Vote in our big BICEPS poll!

And if you want to beef up your blog, add this gobbledegook to your sidebar:

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and you'll get this lovely link:

It’s easy for us all – readers, writers, editors, publishers, booksellers – to feel as if our hands are tied (cue bondage joke), as if we can’t affect the status quo because its values are too ingrained in our cultural psyche.

But we can change this. Bit by bit we can all have an impact. We can get rid of those weary ideas that erotica services only men, that women are objects to be looked at while those we lust after enjoy the power and privilege of looking. In content, erotica is increasingly wonderful. It’s imaginative, varied, arousing, stylish and daring, and it’s no longer the preserve of The Boys’ Club. It really is time the covers caught up.

Let's Banish Inequality on Covers in Erotica, Porn and Smut!

Kristina Splits

by Kristina Lloyd

Gather round. Help yourself to cake. This is my last post for a while so please add a splash of goodbye gin to your morning tea. I’ve had a fabulous year here and made some wonderful friends, both real and cyber. However, I need to lie low and get ink on my fingers so am hanging up my blog hat for 2008.

I’m signing off with a reminder that Split, my new novel of bondage, submission and puppetry, has just been released in the States. I’ve had some wonderful feedback since its UK release and, as this is my last post, I hope you’ll forgive me for showing off massively then posting a hot excerpt!

‘Kristina Lloyd writes incredible sex scenes. Her prose is beautiful - even when the scene being described is positively grimy - and she uses novel, original language. … [Split] is clever, beautiful, dreamy and gritty. The language is rich, yet economical. The characters authentic and intriguing. I loved it.’ (Tumperkin on Dionne Galace's site, a review so glow-y I want to read Split myself.)

‘Kristina Lloyd writes sex with formidable force. The eroticism in this novel is glorious and gratifying without being gratuitous and graphic. … This is a masterpiece of erotic storytelling that, like the village of Heddlestone, draws the reader in and holds them there indefinitely.’ (Ashley Lister, Erotic Readers and Writers Association)

‘Kristina, you write beautifully, yet still manage to be utterly filthy’. (Clare)

‘Really haunting … I had to read the last chapter walking into work because I couldn’t wait to find out what happened.’ (Sarah)

‘Guy read the spanking scene to me in bed. It was excellent. I promise I’ll read it in the right order soon.’ (Julia)

'Brilliant book … infinitely disturbing.’ (Sally)

‘You took me somewhere, you really did.’ (Jackie)

‘It was so full of menace and suspense and fabulous edgy sex that I could hardly bear to put it down.’ (Kate)

‘It's insane and brilliant …vivid and unique …all the gothic stuff is so rich … and when she was fucked in the mouth by the stranger from the club house I got a hard cock.’ (Ewan)

OK, so maybe some of those reviews are actually things my friends said – but I reckon they still count. I have two copies of Split to give away so pop over to my blog, add a comment, and one of them could be yours.

You’ll find an early excerpt from Split right here, and below is a piece from later in the book. Kate has been tied to a chair by Jake, her body all parcelled up with hemp rope. Consider it my, um, parting shot.

His touch was perfection, bringing me right down. I relaxed, my sobs easing. Within seconds my clit seemed to double in size as if all my terror had been transformed into lust. ‘All OK,’ Jake repeated, and my noises of panic faded to moans of pleasure. He ran a couple of fingers along my slippery crease then hooked them inside me, finding moisture.

'You’re so wet,’ he said. ‘I knew you would be. You like this, don’t you?’

At that moment, I liked it more than anything in the world. His fingers pressed on my wall, nudging my flesh in intense little rhythms while his thumb flicked. I felt so safe with him. It was too much for me even to speak. I mumbled incoherently as he masturbated me, nice and steady, building me to my peak.

‘Have you thought about saying “yes”?’ he asked.

'Huh?’

'To my favour?’

I hadn’t given it a second thought.

‘Have you?’

He obviously wanted words. ‘No,’ I mumbled. ‘What is it?’

‘If you say “yes” I’ll tell you.’

‘Tell me first,’ I said. ‘Tell me.’

‘I can’t yet,’ he said. ‘I want you agree to it first.’

He shifted his fingers a fraction, thumb on my sweet spot, upping the tempo and making me pant with nearness. Waves shivered along my legs, rising from ankles to thighs, lapping closer every time. ‘Yes, okay,’ I moaned. ‘Yes.’

‘I don’t believe you,’ he said. ‘You’ll go back on your word.’

My thoughts exactly.

'When you say yes, I want you to mean it,’ he went on. ‘Your tits look nice like that, all roped off.’

He withdrew his fingers then cupped the weights of my bound, jutting breasts.

'Jake, please,’ I said. ‘Don’t torment me.’

'Wriggle,’ he said, and I did as I was told.

I heard a noise snag in his throat and then he was backing away from me, unfastening his jeans. He freed his cock and it sprang out from his dark bush, glorious and potent, his tip so fat and ruddy.

'Oh,’ I said, wanting it.

'He gripped himself and began shuffling his fist, bright eyes pinned on my tied body. ‘Fuck, I like you like this,’ he said.

God, but I liked him too, loved that he was hot for me, standing there with his jeans around his thighs. He pumped hard and fast, head bowed, shoulders hunching as his hand became a blur. His face was loose and red, his thick brown curls shuddering as he wanked. I struggled and whimpered, knowing it turned him on to see my flesh shake. I was resentful too, jealous of his freedom to beat off.

'Uh, uh,’ he grunted, and the sound of his pleasure was so acutely arousing I wondered if I might come simply from watching him.

‘Uh,’ he said, getting closer now, and he hobbled nearer, awkward in lowered jeans. I protested, squirming extra forcefully and, with a hoarse cry and a twist of his face, he came, jetting hard across my stomach and thighs. His semen striped my skin in an echo of the ropes, leaving me criss-crossed and wet, dripping with his liquid and damp with my own.

He gazed at the sight, shoulders heaving as he caught his breath. Oh, but he was beautiful, gawping at me with his lips parted, the colour high in his face.

'Please,’ I managed. ‘I want to come too. So badly.’ I leant out to him, the chair-back digging into the underside of my arms. ‘Please.’ I was excruciatingly close, I knew I’d be there in seconds. He could probably have blown on my clit and he’d have tipped me over the edge.

Jake looked at me as if I were an alien. Then he buttoned his flies. ‘Back in a while,’ he said and he walked out of the room.


Kristina
XXX

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On the Eighth Day of Christmas ...

my true love sent to me:

Eight vamps a-vamping*


Seven Stetsons swinging

Six purring pussies

Five silver rings

Four bloody men

Three hundred Spartans

Two detectives dancing

And a werewolf tied to a tree!

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*OK, so strictly speaking I didn't post eight images of pale and fangy vampires but eight images of much sexier, more robust men which I'm trying to pass off as relevant by claiming they're warding off vampires by having some vague crucifix thing going on around them. Um, did I get away with it? (Honestly, Jake Gyllenhaal is relevant. He's wearing a tiny little cross. Look! It's not just a gratuitous chest.)

The real eight vampires are in Lust Bites, the super hot vampire anthology from me, Portia Da Costa and Mathilde Madden, released in the US tomorrow! If my maths is correct, my novella, The Vampire's Heart, has four vampires, Portia's novella has one and Under Her Skin from Mathilde has three. So that's eight lots of sucky, bloody sexiness! Check out Ashley Lister's fabulous review here. Ashley writes: 'For those of you who want to see some of the UK’s greatest erotic authors telling torrid tales of virile vampires, Lust Bites has to be your next purchase.'

Also released tomorrow in the US is my third novel, Split, a darkly sexy tale of submission, bondage and puppetry set in the Yorkshire moors. Pop back this Saturday and I'll tell you a little more about it. I may also offer a prize!

Happy New Year everyone! Have a wonderful evening, and when the clock strikes midnight, please join me in raising a glass to the wonderfulness of sex, lust and dirty books. Wishing you all a happy and horny 2008!

Kristina X

Coming and Going Attractions

by Kristina Lloyd

Aa-and relax!

The holiday season’s here and tomorrow we’ll be kicking it off in fine style as Mathilde Madden launches our Twelve Days of Christmas. Yup, Lust Bites is bringing you a Christmas Carol! We may be out of tune, out of synch and out of order, but you can bet your last mince pie that every day from now until the 4th of Jan the visuals here will be stunning!

Lust Bites has been going strong for over a year and during that time we’ve published almost 300 posts, have displayed 72 pictures of David Beckham naked and have exchanged 4699 emails behind the scenes. Only one of those stats is a figment of my imagination. It takes a lot of chat, banter, brainstorming, organisation and the occasional, er, rigorous discussion to make this blog work.

Here’s a tiny peek backstage, a random sampling from emails on our private mailing list. Ah, if only you could see the ones we daren’t make public.

I like the scheduling. I really do. I like it the same way the rest of you like an arrogant sneering bastard throwing you up against a wall.

Listen, I have buggered up the sidebar. It was me. I am SO sorry!

Just wanted to say that I have NO idea what's going on. I turned off all my yahoo mail for the week.

He'd probably be very flattered that you think he has a lovely bottom.

Oh dear. Blogger seems to have died. This reminds me, that we should back up the blog somewhere. I saw a button to do this once but I can't find it now.

Is America awake yet?

Now I really feel like a bitch. Ah well.

I'm not going to say this on the public blog but [CENSORED!]

Help, I'm sorry! Can't remember what the special post is on...Can you refresh my memory?

I did write a set of instructions, all on file, about how to change it without doing *any* html. You obviously missed all those e-mails.

I’m not a real practising pagan – I’m just in it for the sex.

The two-timing bastard! Oh the humiliation! How will I look my friends in the eye?

Is PMT like HRT? Would people stop talking in fucking code? I'm always the eejit having to say, WTF is a Wii? BTW, what's HRT? And now, pray tell, what is PMT? Is it our PMS? Now, back to deadlines, before I can RIP as a DOA.

Are you having problems with the sidebar picture? It was supposed to be your turn this Saturday.

Sorry if I went a bit nuts. It's the werewolves fault really. They is making me crazy.

I want to post my boyfriend but he won't let me.

Your guinea-pig was successful, Kristina!

It’s been a wonderful 12 months. We’ve had some fantastic guests, given away dozens of dirty books, offered lots of scorching hot excerpts and started some memorable discussions. Olivia Knight getting Sticky, Janine Ashbless on Bestiality, Alison Tyler's Sexual Soundtrack, Stephen Elliott chatting to Mathilde Madden and Kate Pearce interviewing Molly Weatherfield were among my favourites. My Cunt proved very stimulating too but my number one favourite post of all time has to be the unforgettable Day of the Dick.

We’re grateful to all those who joined us for the ride in 2007, for supporting us and making this such a lively, smart and sexy place to be. We hope you’ll join us for more fun next year.

Don't forget, Madelynne Ellis’s massive scavenger hunt runs till January 5th, so why not check out how to play, pour yourself a glass of something potent, and come and poke around our blogs. We’re all very filthy – I mean, friendly – and there are heaps of amazing prizes up for grabs.

Merry Christmas everybody! Wishing you all a spectacular holiday – and please come and sing along with us if you can! Cheers!

Kristina
XXX

Coming Attractions

by Kristina Lloyd
As erotica authors, we’re always telling tales of cock but tomorrow we’re shaking it about about a bit and bringing you cocktails instead! Anne Tourney, your hostess with the mostest, will be swizzling the sticks as lots of Lusties turn up to say hello, drunkenly introduce themselves and have sex on top of the photocopier - just like people with proper jobs do at office Christmas parties.

On Wednesday, Dayle A. Dermatis and Teresa Noelle Roberts do a double act and explore the merry world of sex and humour.

Then it’s double, triple, quadruple and beyond as Olivia Knight sets the ball rolling on Friday for our irregular group sex slot. (Yes, as in 'highly irregular'.) Watch a sexy story unfold before your eyes as writers and bloggers build on each other’s words to create who knows what? Tales of cock, no doubt. Why don't you fix yourself a drink and join us?

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Winner of Kate Pearce's Roping the Wind is Ana Aragon. Please send your postal address to us at lustbitesladies at yahoo dot com

Pic is Brandon Mills by Joe Oppedisano. Yum.

The Beauty of his Armpits

by Kristina Lloyd
I love men's armpits. I love the look, touch, taste and smell of them. You know when he's undressing and he pulls his top over his head, when he's briefly blinded by fabric? Sometimes, I want to freeze that moment. I want to stay with the whiff of his dark, musky scent and feast my eyes on him when he can't look back. I love how his raised arms pull his torso tight, expand his chest and flatten his belly. I love the flash of underarm hair, the soft hollowing within those delicate bones and the paler skin that rarely sees the sun. And then I love nuzzling up for a noseful and getting that pheremonal hit. It's intoxicating, like breathing in sex itself.

There's a word for armpit lust: maschalophilous. See? This isn't just another Kristina Lloyd gratuitous-pic upload. It's highly educational!

The etymology of maschalophilous is rooted in the Greek - oh, bollocks to it. I'll just keep uploading photos, while making occasional noises like 'meep' and 'oohhh', shall I?

Because I have quite a lot of photos and I think you need to see as many as possible to appreciate the wide variety of armpit poses a guy has. He can be strung up (poor Trent!), showing off (lots of those), lazing around (lots of those too) or casually stroking his head and wishing it were my hand that caressed him. (Oh, David, I'm sorry, I'm busy right now.)

White vests go well with armpits, as demonstrated by Chad White (left) and Carmo della Vecchia up at the top there.

No clothes at all looks very nice too. See, here's proof!
What I love most about a good armpit pose, and the one above is a classic, is it's such a delicious mix of arrogance and vulnerability, of easiness and strength. His body is bold and open, his biceps are tense, and yet we're seeing the tender underside of muscle, the patch of soft hair, the sweep down the sides of his torso, the hint of ribs beneath the skin. It's a position in which he's asking to be licked, sniffed, caressed or, um, blown. Um, or straddled.

Ahem. A recent study by the US Dept of Olfactory Obviousness discovered that women exposed to the concentrated compounds extracted from men's sweaty armpits become horny. I'd have told 'em that for a tenner.




Oh, look! That poor man just fell over on the bus!







Oh, look! That man is wearing see-through swimtrunks but no one will notice because they are dazzled by his armpits!












Oh, look! Man-love!









Oh, look! He is dreaming of having sex with me.









Oh, look! Brad's pits.







I think I should stop there. If I carry on much longer, I'll start doing scandalous things like linking to gay porn sites called armpits.com or showusyourpits.com or telling you that 'bagpiping' is the slang term for armpit sex. And then where would we be? Sacked, probably, if you follow those links at work.

So tell me. Do you share my maschalophiliac tendencies? Do you want him soapy-fresh or sweating from a hard day's graft? Do you want him hairy or barely there? When he's flat on his back, hands behind his head, what is it, exactly, that you want to do to him?

Kristina X

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Picture credits: Tattoos (3) by Joe Oppedisano; Classic armpit (5) and Sex Dream (10) by Quemas; Man-love by Dylan Rosser

Split and Lust Bites out today!

Kristina Lloyd

'My story starts last autumn. I want to set it down because I understand now that I’ll never be able to leave this place. And I want you to remember me as a good person.'

So begins Split, my neo-Gothic tale of bondage and submission set in a puppet museum on the Yorkshire moors. And today it’s out in the UK along with Lust Bites, the hot volume of vampire erotica from me, Portia Da Costa and Mathilde Madden. (Sorry Yanks, you have to wait till January.)

Split tells the story of Kate, a woman who flees London and her boyfriend to take a job in a weird little village called Heddlestone. She doesn’t tell her boyfriend she’s leaving. Drawn by a strange compulsion, she simply vanishes. I am Kate Carter, five foot nothing, freckled and fair, pear-shaped but sprightly, a librarian on the run.

Kate lodges in the attic of Jake, the strange, beautiful puppeteer whose surreal, doll-filled house adjoins the museum. When Kate first meets Jake, she’s smitten.

He was too tall for his suit so he was all wrists and ankles, a man almost as gangly as his puppets. I know I’m a romantic fool, but my stomach really did flip. His hat was of battered brown leather, dark curls peeping beneath the brim, and his pale skin was dotted with a couple of moles. His nose was narrow, a little misshapen, and his cheekbones enviable, his face having a refined feminine bone structure, although his neck was strong. He reminded me of a deer, full of wild nervous grace, his stone-grey eyes at once timid and serene.

Jake’s social awkwardness is belied by a dark, sexual confidence and when he and Kate get together it seems as if, surrounded by puppets and isolated from the world, they’re in a realm where anything might happen. But Kate also desires Eddie, Jake’s brother, a thickly-muscled bruiser who’s smug, arrogant, contemptuous and crude. Although she dislikes him, Kate recognises some warped part of her finds him horribly thrilling. Soon she’s involved in a second dark relationship, and all the while she's haunted by a gathering sense that there's something very wrong about Heddlestone.

There’s a cold intimacy to this place and the brothers have drawn me closer to its dark, disturbed heart. They had me from the start, Jake with his beauty and that clever careful mind, Eddie with his arrogance that gets me right in the groin. Even now, I don’t know who I prefer. I’m split between them, relishing both but trusting neither. Lust has taken me to some strange places but none stranger than this.

Split is released today along with Lust Bites. This makes me very happy!

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Something else which makes me very happy is being the first author in Love Honey’s newly-launched erotic online book club. Love Honey are running a huge promotion on my second, ever-so-slightly-controversial book, Asking for Trouble, and you can buy it over there for a ridiculous 99p. Yes, I'm dirt cheap! The book club looks fantastic. You can read an interview with me, join an Asking for Trouble discussion forum, and there are even questions for you to ponder. I confess, I’m nervous. Some people love Asking for Trouble, some people hate it. If you don’t already own it, now’s your chance. I doubt I will ever be 99p again. That’s so cheap, you may as well buy a vibrator while you’re there.

To celebrate all this happiness, I’m giving away a copy of Split and Lust Bites on my blog. Come on over to my place and add a comment. I am very friendly, so friendly that I'll say Lusties can play too.