Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Excerpt for Dark Captive

My latest short story – Dark Captive is NOW out!

Here is an excerpt:

As they went into a room, he stopped. Laura heaved a sigh of relief when the man bent his shoulder, and her feet touched the floor. Taking some trembling breaths beneath the gag, she wished he would remove it. It was getting wet and yucky. As she wondered what was going to happen next, she hoped he would take all her binds off so she could at least have a fighting chance against him.
The sound of the door clicking shut, and then locking, was loud—and final. Now she was alone in a room with a person who promised he would hurt her.
Her captor prodded her to move forward.
“Go on.”
Laura hesitated after a few steps, unsure what to expect. Uncertain what he expected of her—the man who had kidnapped her and brought her to a strange building, to an unfamiliar room.
Large hands folded around her shoulders from behind squeezing her in an oddly calming way before nudging her to go on, making her stumble. “Uh-uh, lady. Don’t stop now. There’s nothing in front of you.” His voice was deep, and silky smooth—like a dangerous predator. Gorgeous, but deadly.
Laura shivered as she hesitantly walked forward a few more paces, not really believing his words.
He grunted behind her. “So you don’t trust me, eh?”
No, I don’t! She hated being out of her comfort zone. Her boyfriend teased her she should let him take her out more often, particularly to new places she’d never been before. He reckoned she was missing out on life.
And now she was experiencing ‘life.’ She snorted to herself. It wasn’t what she thought her boyfriend had been suggesting, which was more along the lines of dinner in a nice restaurant, maybe a concert or even a club.
“I’ll have to cure you of this mistrust, my dear.”
Laura became aware his voice was coming from a different direction. He had moved ahead of her.
Making a sudden decision, Laura ran in the direction she considered the door to be. It took about five or six steps before her shoulder connected with a thud.
Turning around anxiously so she could get at the lock with her hands still tied behind her back, she fiddled with the handle. Her heart pounding, she desperately tried to get it open. She had almost succeeded when she heard running footsteps as he came up behind her slamming the door shut again, denying her freedom, keeping her prisoner.
Laura groaned. It had been a long shot at best.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” His voice was low and sardonic, clearly amused by her vain attempt to escape.
His arms were either side of her face, and he pressed his body against hers. She could feel his hard cock against her and shivered in reaction.
I nearly made it. Except where would she have gone once out, not being able to see anything? It was rather stupid, she knew.
His breathing was harsh against her cheek, although his voice sounded amused. “Oh, I see. You want to play games, do you? Don’t worry. We are going to play some great games. We’ve played catch—and now I’ve caught you. Clever me. Next comes leader of the pack. I’ll show you who is in charge around here, and then maybe we’ll play some ball games.” He laughed at his joke.

A slither of fear—or excitement went through her belly, knotting her stomach. I’m not aroused. I’m not!

Monday, 27 June 2016

Background to Dark Captive

Readers might like to know where I got my inspiration for my latest story - ‘Dark Captive’.

I belong to a group on Facebook called Naughty Book Club. It is a fabulous group (closed group because of the nature of the items posted) for people to find out about new erotic books, discuss them, learn more about the authors who write them or just generally discuss topics. We’ve had some terrific discussions about BDSM and seen some marvellous pics.

A GORGEOUSLY sexy photo that was posted was of a naked woman, her upper body face down on a table toward a window where you could see her reflection along with that of a man who was behind her. It was clear the two were having anal sex.

One of the admins to that group suggested a ‘flash fiction’ competition to go with the photo. Unfortunately, they had to remove the photo as there were complaints to Facebook.

However, I had already written my flash fiction so I put it aside for another occasion. A year or so on, I was looking for an idea for a dark story and I revisited that scene that I had written to go with the photo. The rest of the story was written around that photo! J

If you buy the book you will find exactly that scene. The reflections in the window are a very important part of the story! *wink* I am saying no more. You’ll just have to read it yourselves!

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Friday, 24 June 2016

Wicked Weekends


Two books this week on the topic of kidnapping!

Title of book: Dark Captive

Author: Jennifer Denys

Genre: Contemporary, Forced Seduction, BDSM, Kidnapping

Type: Short story (10,500 words)

Sexual orientation: MF


Laura has been kidnapped. She is bound, gagged and cannot see, and taken to a strange building. All her other senses, smell, taste, touch and hearing, come into play in determining where she is and who has taken her.

Her captor, Todd, is a Dominant, who relishes his role. And Laura is special. He loves having submissives who challenge him and punishes Laura for trying to escape and cares for her when she stumbles—unable to see where she is going—in equal measures.

As the evening progresses, Todd keeps her off balance giving her out-of-this-world experiences, always making sure she climaxes. On the one hand, he caresses her and the next he slaps her. Being into BDSM, Laura finds it very arousing, but that goes against everything her head is telling her. She shouldn’t enjoy it—should she?

What’s hot?: Sex in a shower tied to the showerhead.

Title of book: Three Time’s a Steal

Author: Morgan King

Genre: Contemporary, Forced Seduction, BDSM, Kidnapping

Type: Short story (15,800 words)

Sexual orientation: MF


When kidnapping—once isn’t enough…
Rina has had enough of working at Elliot Technologies and more specifically for Elliot himself. Ever since their first meeting her emotions had been a never-ending rollercoaster ride. Elliot however, always treated her like just any other employee—until she handed her notice in that is.
Elliot had worked hard to hold himself back from acting on his feelings for Rina; she’s his employee after all, not to mention a lot younger, and a heck of a lot more innocent. But if she thinks she can just leave his company and travel to another state to work for one of his rivals she’s in for a surprise. There’s nothing Elliot won’t do to keep Rina.
His plan—to kidnap Rina and claim her so thoroughly she’ll be branded by him, soul deep.
The problem with this plan—Rina has no intention of giving any more of herself to a man who only wants her because she’s leaving.

What’s hot?: A man who wants you so much he kidnaps you – three times!

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Wednesday, 22 June 2016

Wickedly indiscreet interview!

Well, this was the filthiest interview I've ever done! LOL. The lovely Heidi has posted my interview on her Cariad Books blog (I actually write it some time ago but she had so many interviews to post it's taken some time).

I have been painfully honest (wickedly filthy actually!) answering questions about my sex life and which of my experiences I have included in my books!

WARNING: not every experience ends in an orgasm! I even included one where I fell off the bed!

Monday, 20 June 2016

First Chapter of Kink After Dinner

Here is another of my first chapters you haven't yet seen.  Enjoy.


Copyright © September 2014 Jennifer Denys

ISBN: 978-1-910397-14-5

Cover Art by Poppy Designs




Chapter One

Kink after dinner–8pm
The usual place
Wear the new purple basque—no knickers
Expect some serious (!) paddling
No touching until then

Beth Sheridan quickly glanced up from the note she was reading. She bit her lip as she looked around the breakfast table, fully expecting her family to be staring at her, as her nipples hardened in response to the suggestion in the note.
Both her husband and daughter were at the table with her. Amazingly, no one was looking in her direction, and she breathed shakily in relief. Her daughter was playing some game on her phone and her accountant husband, Tom, was reading his usual Saturday newspaper, half-turned away from her. She glared at the back of his dark head. Here she was planning a secret assignation and he wasn’t taking any interest. Instead, he was engrossed in the financial section of the paper.
Her inclination was to stuff it hurriedly back in her pocket, but that might look suspicious. Not that her family would think she was up to anything untoward. No, her son, Simon—now away at university studying media production—and her eighteen year old daughter, Elin, both thought she was a boring, middle-aged woman of fifty-two married to a boring, middle-aged man of the same age whom she had met at school. She had a very comfortable marriage.
She sighed and slowly folded the note she’d found on the doormat earlier.
“Shopping list, Mum?” Elin looked up from texting, making Beth jump.
More like a naughty list.
Smiling secretively to herself, Beth placed the decadent evidence in the pocket of her apron.
“Hmm. No. An invitation actually.”
Oh, yes. An invitation to sin.
Tom snorted, startling Beth. “Not another one from the neighbours.”
Elin’s chin dropped, her green eyes shining with excitement. “What, the ones who’re swingers?”
Beth was horrified her baby knew about such goings-on. “What exactly do you know about those things, young lady?”
How has she found out?
“Oh God, Mum. Get real.”
“Elin, that’s rude.” Tom frowned at his daughter. Her husband had always been strict with the children, a job she found difficult herself.
Her daughter rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows the Hardings do wicked stuff like that.”
“And what they do is none of your business.” Tom’s voice held a note of stern authority.
Elin shrugged. “Whatever.”
Beth was still worried about exactly what Elin knew. “Alistair and Helen are very nice people. Anyhow, the invitation isn’t from them.” At least, not directly. She hoped that would divert her daughter’s attention.
But Elin just continued. “As if either of you would do anything so cool. You are both stuck-in- the-mud. Never go anywhere. Just work in a boring office or stay home and watch repeats of CSI. You probably can’t remember the last time you had sex.”
She gasped. If only her daughter knew. Beth might work as a personal assistant in a bank, but in her private life, things were anything but routine.
Her very private life.
“Elin!” roared Tom.
Before he got a chance to say anything more, Elin noisily flounced out of the room.
Her husband swore. He glanced over the top of his glasses at his wife and gave her an intense look. “I’ll certainly be glad when she goes off to university and we can have some peace and quiet.”
Beth nodded in reply. Tom loved the kids dearly, as did she, but they were looking forward to having the house to themselves. She could get her toy box out and not have to hide it away—Tom knew about her vibrators.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts Beth missed what Tom was asking. “Hello! Are you listening?”
“Sorry, darling. What did you say?”
“What was the invitation for, anyway?”
Beth was hard-pressed not to smile broadly, as she tried to avoid her husband’s probing eyes. “Just a reunion.”
Tom raised his eyebrows. “Oh, anyone I know?”
She shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “An old friend from school days. Can’t remember if you knew him or not, you were in a different house than me. He’s married these days.”
“Are you going to meet him?”
As she paused, trying to think of an appropriate response, Tom went back to his paper, shaking it to straighten it out, seemingly uninterested in her answer.
Elin came back in the room at that point, and Beth held her tongue. Her daughter hurried to the table, grabbed her phone, and rushed out, furiously texting while totally ignoring her parents.
“Where are you off to?” Tom asked his departing teenager, his head still buried in his newspaper.
“Staying over at Millie’s,” was the passing shot.
Beth shook her head wondering if anyone ever looked at each other anymore. They were almost like a reality television programme showing a normal, middle-class family, married for over two decades, settled, contented, and loving.
Tom did look up then to peer over the top of his glasses in the direction Elin had disappeared as he raised his voice, “How long will you be gone?”
Their daughter said something that was almost incoherent before the door slammed.
Her husband sighed, and looked at Beth. “Did you get that, my dear?”
Beth smiled at the long-suffering tone in his voice. “You’ll be pleased to know she is out until tomorrow evening.”
“Good. Peace and quiet at last.”
“I imagine you are going to work on that new model airplane I saw arrived in the post yesterday.”
“Hmm. Maybe. I also have a couple of other things I need to finish first.” Tom loved tinkering around with wood, quite frequently making things from scratch as well as kits he bought on-line. It wasn’t just model planes. He liked toys of all sorts.
Beth stood up to clear the table.
“You didn’t answer the question, my dear.”
As she lifted the teapot, Beth froze. Her hand was shaking and she quickly put the pot down again. “I’ve forgotten what it was.” She stuck her hands in the apron so he didn’t see.
“Are you going to meet your friends?”
She felt herself flush as he looked intently at her with his brown eyes. Her high colour was something that had annoyed her all her life. At least she could put it down to having a hot flush these days. “Possibly. Not sure I’ve got anything to wear.”
Tom was clearly getting bored with the conversation as he looked back at his newspaper once more. “I’m sure you’ll find something in your cavernous wardrobe.”
Despite her husband being deep in his paper, Beth still responded, her tone slightly sarcastic, “Hmm. I seem to recall a purple outfit. I might wear that.”

* * * *

Beth stood in her locked bathroom staring at her reflection in the long mirror on the wall. It was early evening and they’d had a quiet and uneventful dinner. A fairly normal evening—so far. She’d spent all day with butterflies in her stomach at the thought of what was going to transpire that night and so hadn’t eaten very much.
“Hmm. Not bad for a fifty-two-year-old. Even if I do say so myself.” Stepping forward, she checked her make-up, smoothing some foundation into her jawline. Her hazel eyes were surrounded by dark smoky-grey shadow on the lids and blue liner underneath—darker than she would normally put on, for day wear at any rate—accompanied by glistening pale lipstick. It made her look like someone out of the sixties, but after years of practice, she knew what suited her in the make-up department.
She grinned and looked down, particularly admiring the curve of her waist and ran her hands down the sides, loving the silky smooth texture beneath her fingers.
The purple bustier was new, and this was the first time she’d worn it, having stuffed the box at the back of her underwear drawer for fear someone would notice it and ask what she was doing with such an item.
Beth tugged at the black laces that criss-crossed down the front and pondered whether to pull them tighter.
“Err… no!” She giggled. Her breasts were bulging over the top as it was. She used to be quite skinny, but in the last ten years, her midlife spread had hit. Some women, particularly short women like her, hated their bulges, but hers worked to her advantage as her breast-cup size had increased from A to C, making her look nicely voluptuous for once in her life.
She debated what to do with her shoulder-length, light-brown hair, lifting it up to clip it at the back.
There was a knock on the door and she jumped, her heart thumping rapidly having almost forgotten that there were others in the house, and her hands went up in a vain attempt to cover her cleavage.
“Beth.” It was Tom. Of course. He was the only one left.
“I’m on the toilet.” Her voice sounded high pitched even to her. She cleared her throat. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll use the downstairs bathroom. I just needed to wash my hands. Are you going out after all?”
“Yes, I thought I would. Just for an hour or so.” Or maybe longer. Depends how long it takes to have some fun.
“Okay, my dear. I have some work to finish in the den. I’ll see you later.”
As she listened, his footsteps receded down the stairs.
Den! He always made it sound like it was something out of one of the erotic romance novels she loved reading, where a Dom had a special room in his house furnished with BDSM equipment.
She snorted. “With an eighteen-year-old inquisitive girl in the house! Not a chance. Although it would be rather nice.” Beth grinned at the thought.
Tom’s den was, in fact, a room they’d had built onto the house a few years’ back. The intention had been to make it into a dining room as it had French windows into the garden, but somehow, and she had no idea when, it had ended up as Tom’s workroom, where he could get on with making his toys. He sold some of them at county fairs—but not all.
Beth dismissed Tom from her mind and went back to studying her image. In addition to the black ties down the front, frilly black lace bordered the top and bottom. She edged her forefinger under the lace over her breasts and caressed her skin, shivering at the contact. The colour of the lace nicely matched the sheer black stockings that she was wearing. Well, hold-ups.
The mirror was two feet off the floor and she couldn’t get back far enough in the room to see what her shoes looked like. Instead she raised her left foot, resting the toe on the toilet seat to the right of her, so she appeared as if she was in some Broadway production, like Cabaret, cavorting with a chair.
“Oh yes. Very sexy.” The four-inch, satin-covered black heels with pointed toes looked simply gorgeous, even if they were murder on her feet.
She stroked up her calf, past her knee to her thigh, skirting the garter she had put on, admiring the lovely deep purple nail polish that was dry now. Her pussy clenched as she neared the apex of her legs and Beth resisted the desire to touch herself.
Dropping her foot to the floor, she turned around to look at the effect from the back, peering over her shoulder. Sticking her bottom out, she fluffed the lace up, showing off a naked ass.
“This is for you, Master. No knickers. I’m a good girl, I am!”
Tentatively opening the bathroom door in case Tom was still around, Beth tiptoed down the staircase, leaning over the bannister to check the coast was clear. She then hurried to the cupboard to get a mackintosh that went down to her knees, nicely covering her.
There was no way she was going out in what she was wearing! It was a good thing it was a cool evening with rain forecast later, otherwise it might seem odd she was wearing a coat when it was early summer. Thank goodness this was England where one could never rely on the weather.
Grabbing her handbag, she hesitated at the front door and then turned to walk into the lounge. She could see through the window to the den, which was at right angles to the room. Tom was in there. Working on something. Beth squinted and went on tiptoes to try to see which toy he was finishing off, but his body restricted her view.
“Well, I’ll find out some time.” Tom liked to show off his new toys, and they were always stunning, she was happy to admit, as he was very talented. He turned at that point and saw her looking at him. Beth started, and her heart started thumping. Then she remembered her coat suitably covered her up, so she waved. In response, he lifted the item he was holding, but all she could see was something rectangular.
No model airplane then. What it is this time?

Friday, 17 June 2016

Wicked Weekends


Title: Meet Me at Midnight (Midnight in Montana 2)
Author: Bella Settarra
Genre: Contemporary, cowboy
Type of story: Novel
Sexual orientation: MF
What’s hot?: Hot sex with a dominant sheriff

Becky Francis endures a thankless waitressing job, an ex-boyfriend constantly harassing her, and a rent-hike set to render her homeless.

She’s intrigued to find a message, ‘Meet Me at Midnight’ scribbled on a napkin by a customer at her workplace. Seeing a chance for some distraction and adventure, she pursues Jay Turner, the handsome cowboy who left it.

The note is not quite as it seems, and she soon finds herself in the town of Midnight, Montana, falling for its sheriff, John Brooker. But John is a dominant man, and his high-handed attitude shocks and enthrals her.

When John discovers Becky’s just escaped a life of being bullied, he questions whether he is actually the right man for her.

Lost and confused, Becky overhears a lovers’ tiff which suggests all is not as it seems in the sleepy hamlet of Moonlight Hollow, and she is soon placed in peril when she unwittingly unearths a plot of blackmail and theft.

Title: Chevon’s Mate (Space Wars 5)
Author: April Zyon
Genre: Sci-fi
Type of story: Novel
Sexual orientation: MF

Laura Troxell was a Craegin woman who had everything in place for a long and loving life. She was engaged to the man of her dreams, had a brother that adored her and a position she absolutely loved. Well, that was until her world fell apart and the truth about her brother and fiancé came to light. Dumping her ex had her taking a nice long trip on a pleasure cruise around the Craegin universe, including traveling close to the neutral zone with Imarian space. It was thrilling and fun all in one. It was a non-stop party until someone decided to dump her like the proverbial trash, thankfully they, at least, dumped her in a life pod instead of just shoving her out of an airlock.

Chevon von Janus was a man who held his duty to train the next soldiers very seriously. He was a man that was a stickler for the rules, even when it came to an unknown life pod coming toward them from the neutral zone. Everything went by the letter in saving whoever was in the pod, he just never expected for the person to be a woman, a Craegin woman at that, but more than anything he hadn’t expected her to be his soul bonded mate. Talk about a surprise to the by the books commander.
The combustion between the two was felt immediately. However Laura had another secret to tell him, one that she was certain the Craegin’s wouldn’t want the Imarian’s to know about and when she did it certainly did heat up the war that was already sizzling between their peoples.
Chevon first has to keep Laura safe from his crew and then he has to work with old friends to figure out how to keep all of them safe. Life was going to get very interesting for these two very quickly. But no one ever said that love was easy, at least not when you were from two different cultures, cultures that happened to be at war.

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Title: Stayed for Alpha (Night Shadows 3)
Author: Rose Wulf
Genre: Paranormal (werewolves)
Type of story: Novel
Sexual orientation: MF

Adam Jefferies is a young Alpha taking a big risk. He wants to set down roots in California - a state largely claimed by the oldest and most powerful vampires. He's going to have to earn their place the hard way.

Whitney King is a Rogue wolf with a single purpose in life: get revenge for the pack that took her in so many years ago. The pack that was slaughtered by a dangerous vampire. She's tracked that vampire to California and she's prepared to risk her life to end him. But she's not prepared to find something worth living for...

When Adam takes Whitney in she says it's temporary. He knows it won't be, but he'll have to show her why if he wants her to stay.

What’s hot? A possessive Alpha and some sexy happenings in the great outdoors!

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Wednesday, 15 June 2016



Isn't it fab?! Dark Captive will be out in 9 days!

Here's the blurb:

Laura has been kidnapped. She is bound, gagged and cannot see, and taken to a strange building. All her other senses, smell, taste, touch and hearing, come into play in determining where she is and who has taken her.
Her captor, Todd, is a Dominant, who relishes his role. And Laura is special. He loves having submissives who challenge him and punishes Laura for trying to escape and cares for her when she stumbles—unable to see where she is going—in equal measures.
As the evening progresses, Todd keeps her off balance giving her out-of-this-world experiences, always making sure she climaxes. On the one hand, he caresses her and the next he slaps her. Being into BDSM, Laura finds it very arousing, but that goes against everything her head is telling her. She shouldn’t enjoy it—should she?

Reader Advisory: This Dark Romance novelette contains scenes of dominance and submission, kidnapping and bondage with a Dom

Monday, 13 June 2016

Walking the streets of York

I had a great time recently walking the streets and alleyways of York – okay, so I know there is a name for people who do that! LOL.

This was part of the six week step challenge and I decided to give myself the task of walking every street and alleyway within York’s city walls. That is not as daunting as it sounds – it only takes ten minutes to walk from one side of the walls to the other – but as I was walking the length of every street I often had to go back on myself, particularly if I was walking a cross street, or no-through road.

I discovered parts of York I have never visited before – some beautiful, some ugly (particularly the newer parts). I also found some new alleyways – commonly called snickleways bringing together the three different names for an passage (snicket, ginnel and alleyway).

I also found the riverside walk along the smaller of York’s two rivers – the River Foss. I knew it existed from the maps but I couldn’t work out how to get onto it.

Six hours and twenty minutes’ later I was done (an hour of that were rest breaks!). I was very exhausted and footsore but proud to report that I added another 36,000 steps to my total (approx. 18 miles). Here's me by my favourite church - St Denys' (naturally!)