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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Real Men Not Dinosaurs

Sales of romantica ebooks are growing at a colossal pace. We all know the frisson of reading a bit of smut in a public place ... prying eyes are unable to see clearly what you have stashed on your Kindle or Nook, and as the man with the refreshment trolley wanders down the train handing out overpriced coffee and sandwiches, I'm quietly and privately devouring the latest hot stuff, courtesy of electronic media. I still love books of course - real books are my friends! There's something special about a hardback book from an author you especially enjoy, and you can fondle the pages to your hearts content!

Anyhow I digress. Moving from fondling paper to fondling actual people ... ah, but is it always people? The goalposts are continually shifting, and we've moved way past vampire erotica into the realms of hot chicks being bonked senseless by angels, zombies and cyborgs - though not all three at once ... but if that's your thing, you never know ...

Werewolf romance became huge and has subsequently morphed into a much broader shapeshifter genre that encompasses werepanthers and werebears and were-anything-else-you-can-think-of. I wonder if the female heroines of such works develop crippling allergies to fur and sneeze their pretty little heads off during passionate lovemaking?

And then we have ... wait for it ... Monster erotica, also known as monster porn or cryptozoological erotica. Within this you get sex with Bigfoots (of the smelly hairy animal kind, not your man's feet) dinosaur porn, or tentacle porn. All of which stretches the bounds of credibility, wouldn't you agree? Where can the industry possibly go next I wonder?

I'm in a quandary here. Quite aside from the fact that dinosaurs died out zillions of years ago (okay, we authors are creative in our use of artistic licence) what I can’t quite get my head around, given that these creatures are bloody HUGE, are the um ... physical accommodation factors.

Dinosaur sex anyone? No thanks, not for me. I reckon I'll stick to writing romance with a dash of kink, involving real men.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Free M/F story - Anyone for Vindaloo?

Ok, so I've been very naughty in not making time to post on my blog. I am making amends .... and here we are, a fun story. Enjoy :)

Anyone for Vindaloo © Abigail Armani/AKA Lucy Appleby

"What's a vindaloo?" asked Brian. "It isn't something hot, is it? I'm not used to eating all this foreign stuff."

"Oh no. It's incredibly mild," lied Rosie. "It isn't hot at all."

"Okay." Brian beckoned the waiter over with a flourish, keen to impress Rosie on their first proper date. "A vegetable korma for the lady, please - and I'll have a prawn vindaloo."

The waiter returned shortly with their order.

"It looks delicious," said Rosie.

"Mmmn," agreed Brian. "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks? I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."

Brian took a huge fork full of vindaloo and swallowed it down. And then ... and then his eyes bulged in shock and his mouth opened wide in terror. His face turned bright red and beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead.

"Aaaaaaargh!" he spluttered. "Aaaaaargh - me lips are on fire!!"

Rosie giggled. "Is it hot? I must have made a mistake. I'm terribly sorry."

You will be, thought Brian, grimly. "Get me some water!"

"Never mind. It's certainly put some colour in your cheeks."

Not half as much colour as I'm going to put into YOUR cheeks, Missy. "Get me more water!"

"Oh Brian. You do look funny with a bright red shiny face!"

Oh Rosie. You're going to look so very droll with your knickers down and your shiny red well-thrashed backside waving around. "Eat up, my sweet. I have a little surprise waiting for you at my place."

Brian took Rosie back to his apartment and escorted her into the sitting room. "Would you like your surprise now?"

"Oh yes! I love surprises," she beamed.

"That's good," he said, suddenly upending her over his lap and pulling down her knickers.

"Brian!" she yelled, outraged.

He produced an old slipper from under the couch and cracked it down on her bare bottom.

"BRIAN!!" she squealed.

"Never mind," Brian smiled. "It's certainly put some colour in your cheeks. You do look funny with your bright red shiny bottom."

"Aaaaargh! It hurts!"

"Yes, that's the idea." Brian whacked the big old slipper repeatedly across her rump. "And I'm going to carry on whacking until your bottom is as hot as a vindaloo! Let's see how YOU like it!"

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Annabelle and the Bandit

I have a new period western out; this one is a shorter read and for sale at only £0.99 in the UK, $0.99 for my friends over the pond. I have a new longer length book coming out next month, but more about that soon.

In the meantime, here's the blurb for Annabelle and the Bandit.


Following the death of her mother, the impoverished Annabelle travels from Boston to Kansas, and out to her uncle's ranch. To her dismay, she is not welcome there ... Uncle Jacob and his family are openly hostile, and Jacob drives her back to Dodge City. But they are confronted on the way by a masked man who knocks Jacob out cold, ties him to a tree and steals his wagon, his produce, and his wallet. Joshua Boyce is a real man from the tip of his battered Stetson down to his fringed jacket and leather boots. Annabelle wasn't part of his plan and he's unsure what to do with her, but once he hears her story, he contemplates the options. As for Annabelle, she soon learns that Boyce is a man of integrity, and the brooding cowboy is devilishly handsome too. Fate has brought them together, and Annabelle embarks on a new phase in her life. There are many things she must learn out on the prairie, obedience being one of them; when she deliberately disobeys, Boyce doesn't hesitate to give her a spanking to reinforce the lesson. But can two people thrown together for convenience actually make a go of things? Shouldn't love be part of the equation...?

You can find a complete list of Abigail Armani titles here, And a complete list of the books I've written under the pen name of Lucy Appleby here.

Annabelle and the Bandit is available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications:

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Abducted and forced to strip .... Claimed by Her Master

Thought I'd share another extract from Claimed by Her Master. Vanessa has been abducted and forced on an arduous journey through the desert. When they reach the Oasis, she wonders what her fate will be ...

And from now on, I shall try to work less and blog more!

As they drew nearer, high palms came into view, their dense fronds providing shade to the terraces that overlooked the shimmering water. Behind the palms were various long, low buildings, not constructed of wood, but of bleached white stone. There were armed guards at the perimeter, and they drew back as Lutobi and Vanessa approached, openly leering at Vanessa.A tall man in a loose-fitting cream robe came into view. His black-pebble eyes gleamed from a face that was neither young nor old; but it was a dour, unsmiling face with no warmth.
“I’ll take her from here,” he said curtly to Lutobi. Directing his attention once again to Vanessa, he uttered one word. “Dismount.”

She did so, glad to feel the ground beneath her feet once more, and was gladder still when the metal collar was removed from her neck. She rubbed the chafed skin and cast a dark look at Lutobi, which was wasted as he paid her no further attention and was already moving away with the horses.

“This way,” said the tall man.

He led the way through a wide archway which led to a courtyard with fountains and palms. Turning left, he gave Vanessa a shove through another archway. The floor beneath her feet was paved with white slabs of stone. At the end of the walkway was a door which was thrown open as they approached. A stout woman of middle-age stood there. Her skin was the colour of dark walnut and unlike most other women she wore her hair closely cropped.

“Ahmed.” She gave a slight nod of her head.

“Get her cleaned up,” the tall man said. “Shaker will inspect the new arrivals tomorrow. How many do we have?”

“With this one, ten.”

“Very well.” He nodded, turned, and strode off back down the walkway.

The woman looked unsmilingly at Vanessa. “I am Myar, and you will do as I instruct. Come with me.”

Vanessa glared yet followed. She had little choice. She was led into a small cell-like room with white-washed walls. It contained a narrow window, a bed, and a chest at the base of the bed. The door had a small barred window and locked from the outside. There was also a bucket opposite the bed. What luxurious accommodation, thought Vanessa grimly.

From the chest, Myar retrieved a hairbrush and a grey robe. “Strip,” she said.

Publisher's note: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains corporal punishment and scenes of a sexual nature.

You can find a complete list of Abigail Armani titles here, And a complete list of the books I've written under the pen name of Lucy Appleby here.

Claimed by Her Master is available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications: