Today we’re thrilled to welcome Jaz Hartfield, author of the latest release in the super-hot “One Night In…” series. Get ready for some sizzle in Amsterdam!
One Night in Amsterdam by Jaz Hartfield
One Night in Amsterdam follows a stag and a hen party as the different individuals explore the city’s Red-Light District. The characters experience the hedonism full on, with most of them embracing the madness offered by the tolerant laws. They get increasingly drunk on both the lager they are consuming, and on the extremes of pleasure offered round every corner. I visited Amsterdam on a stag weekend a little while ago, and have tried to make the setting an integral part of the story. Many visitors feel out of their comfort zone here and react in bizarre ways. Walking around the streets filled with prostitutes and sex shows forces you to consider your own values and priorities. Dean and Chloe, in particular, have their past, “safe” lives thrown into turmoil.
I began to wonder if romance could occur in such a place of debauchery, and that is the beginning of One Night in Amsterdam. In terms of romance, the book also questions where love and lust overlap. It’s an age old question, but here is a modern version of that narrative.
I wrote the novel, putting in what I thought was lots of hot and explicit sex, only to be told by my editor that it needed much more! So here it is. Will you be brave enough to spend One (Hot) Night in Amsterdam?
Chloe organizes Jo’s hen weekend in Amsterdam, glad to get away from the usual boring or married men that she sleeps with. Perhaps she’ll meet some cool guys up for a bit of fun. If not, at least she’ll make sure her best friend gets very drunk while they all party in style.
Dean is getting married to Tamsin, but having serious doubts. His mates take him to Amsterdam for one last weekend of debauchery before settling down for the rest of his life. But is Tamsin the right woman for him?
When Chloe and Dean meet in Amsterdam’s red-light district, they are immediately attracted to each other. Dean tries to justify one last fling before marrying Tamsin. Chloe feels bad about having sex with someone else’s intended. Yet, a night of amazing sex is exactly what both of them want. So, why shouldn’t they just enjoy one night of fantastic, guilt-free sex?
Tamsin turned to Dean and smiled. “We’re getting married in a month’s time and I want our wedding to be perfect.”
“It will be, Tams.”
“I want the first night to be special, too. Something to remember. So I thought we should stop having sex until then, so our first night together as husband and wife would be lovely and…special. Otherwise it’ll just be like any other night.”
Dean felt deflated. It seemed a reasonable request; that was the worst of it.
“You could’ve warned me sooner before I worked myself into a frenzy.”
“You’re not always easy to talk to.” Tamsin stood up, unzipped her onesie and stepped out of it completely naked. Dean gazed at her.
“Now that’s just not fair.” His voice became whiny. “Are you saying from this very second now, we can’t have sex until we’re married?”
Tamsin grabbed her nightie and put it on.
There was no way Dean was giving in now. He scrambled across the bed to her and pulled the nightie off her.
“I can’t help it if I’m marrying the most beautiful woman on the planet. Don’t do this to me. One last request from a man who’s dying on the inside. Last time tonight. At least agree to finish me off. Pleeease?”
Tamsin’s lips broke into a smile as he pulled her towards him. When she kissed him willingly and pawed him urgently, Dean had to resist the temptation to punch the air. He’d worked his old magic again.
It would be important to warm her up, to get the best out of this session, especially if he wouldn’t be getting any for a month. A month! He wasn’t sure he’d survive.
Dean nibbled her nipples. Then his tongue greedily found its way to her vulva and, parting the soft, fleshy lips of her labia, he went straight to her clitoris and flicked it in different directions, causing her back to arch several times. Placing four fingers over her mound, he moved his hand quickly side-to-side, exactly as she liked it. This provoked an excited response, so he kept it going for a while. When she opened her eyes, he shifted position and pushed two fingers inside her warm, wet vagina. He knew from the sounds she gave that she was in ecstasy, and he happily continued until she motioned for him to stop.
Then she pushed him onto his back and he watched her breasts bouncing and moving like bubbles in a fluid. Tamsin kissed his balls and licked the full length of his erect member, before gripping the tip of it between her teeth. Close to explosion, he wondered what pleasure she had in store for him tonight.
She moved back slightly and, lying on her side, gripped his hard shaft tightly and began to slowly push the outer skin up and down, causing his testicles to bulge. When she licked the tip, his pleasure was immense and he had just enough strength to hold himself back for a few more moments.
God, this is amazing. Phenomenal.
Closing his eyes, his wayward thoughts drifted to Belinda from his office holding him in her fist. She was about twelve years older than him, but always wore low necklines and tight trousers, and he’d often wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone more experienced than himself. In his mind, Belinda was gripping him more and more tightly, enclosing him in her soft mouth, welcoming him into her.
Warmth and the pleasure started to envelop and gush inside him.
Lovely. Wonderful. Fantastic!
Just before the explosion, Belinda disappeared and he remembered Tamsin. He clambered on top of her and easily entered her. His movements were long and slow, before speeding into an unstoppable urgency. Every thrust got deeper and more insistent. His lust became relentless. It had to be expressed and complete.
As he closed his eyes again, he imagined himself making love to Jade, this time. He came inside Jade and watched her beautiful face as she gasped with utter fulfilment. All he could see in the epicentre of his orgasm was Jade’s pretty smile, her wiggling, flirty arse in her short skirt, her mischievous grin and large brown eyes.
Take me all, Jade! Let me come inside you!
Shit! He hadn’t said that out loud had he?
It had been happening more and more when having sex with Tamsin. Imagining himself having sex with her younger sister had become a difficult habit to break. Did this make him a bad man? Jade had suddenly blossomed into this eighteen year old sex bomb, a younger version of Tamsin. She’d even started flirting with him, which drove him crazy with lust. But what did this mean? Did he still love Tamsin? The last time Jade stayed over she’d walked about in her red bra and panties, driving Dean insane. What was worse – she knew it too.
Was this normal?
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Jaz Hartfield is a writer and actor who loves travelling. He’s always looking for his next thrill, having tried bungee-jumping, parachuting, white-water rafting, pot-holing and deep sea diving. Jaz has lived in many different places; his favourite parts of the world include New Zealand, Kenya, Ireland and the Lake District in England. Having been on a stag weekend in Amsterdam, Jaz is unwilling to admit whether this story has elements of the truth in it or not.
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Today we’re thrilled to welcome Bibi Paterson and her latest release, Tied to You! Be sure to scroll to the bottom to enter her giveaway – and you can click on the tour banner for more posts, excerpts, and opportunities to enter her contest!
Smut & the playground: owning up to who you are by Bibi Paterson
My daughter recently started reception at a new school which has not only meant that is she making new friends, but so am I. So you can imagine my nervousness after the first few mornings when I finally got asked the question ‘So what do you do?’. Now don’t get me wrong, I am proud of my writing and my mum beta reads everything so it’s not like I am in the closet or anything. But these are the mums that I am going to see pretty much every morning for the next seven years and I don’t know anything about them. And I already know that I am probably seen as the crazy mum with the bright pink hair.
I briefly considered telling them I am in marketing, which is what my background is in, or that I am a stay-at-home mum, but then I thought, sod-it, if they can’t handle the truth then I guess they will just have to suck it up. So cautiously I told them I am a writer which immediately got them intrigued. ‘What do you write?’ was immediately the next question. When I told them I wrote saucy novels, thinking that is probably PC enough for them, I definitely got a few raised eyebrows. But even more so a few of those secret smiles from people who know exactly what you mean. A couple even went so far as to ask for my pseudonym and title of my new book, Tied to You.
A few weeks later I know a couple have definitely read a couple of my books; nothing has been said explicitly but I have had a couple of smiles and comments here and there so I am guessing underneath the Joules jackets there are definitely a few kinky chicks out there.
“We’re leaving,” Alex states in a tone that brooks no argument. I merely nod in reply and let him lead me to the cloakroom to fetch my wrap, and then we are sitting in the car, being driven home. The tension between us is thick, yet neither of us has said a word. I glance up at Alex under my eyelashes and see his jaw clenched and an expression that I can’t fathom in his eyes. Every fibre of my being is hyper-aware of Alex’s masculinity, and a dull throb sits between my legs. I squirm in my seat, trying to find a little relief, when suddenly I am aware of Alex’s scrutiny. His eyes bore through me, yet the expression on his face remains a neutral mask. A smirk appears as he runs his eyes over my body and I find my nipples hardening under my dress.
We have no sooner pulled up in front of the house than Alex is pulling me from the car and into the house. The door slams shut behind us and for a moment we both just look at each other, lost in the inevitable. And then Alex speaks. “Turn around, Olivia.” The command is issued in a low, gravelly voice, completely at odds with Alex’s regular teasing tone. The use of my full name startles me, and before I can think further, my body is already obeying. I stand still, my eyes staring up the stairs, as we stand in the frigid hallway, and I wait with bated breath. A few moments pass and all I can hear is our breathing.
Suddenly I am aware of Alex’s arms coming over my shoulders and unhooking the cape at my throat. It slithers to the floor, and for a heartbeat, the world stops spinning on its axis. I shiver as I feel Alex’s warm breath on my neck as, ever so slowly, he pulls down the zip of my gown. “Put your arms out and hold on to the end of the bannister,” he instructs gruffly. I comply without rational thought, quietly awaiting his next command. The single movement has my dress pooling at my feet as I lean forward to grip the smooth wooden post. Large, agile hands skim down my sides until they rest on my hips and I am very much aware that my arse is now in the air, the angle of my body on my heels offering direct access to my damp, aching pussy. The hands follow a leisurely pace down the backs of my thighs and calves, until they reach my ankles. “Lift your foot and then the other,” Alex orders. I comply and he pulls the dress out from around my feet, discarding it in a heap by the front door.
I glance back down at Alex, but immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,” he barks, and I whip my head back around, my heart thumping in my ears. The cold of the hallway has raised goose bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever so slightly. I feel Alex stand behind me, heat radiating from his frame making the cold more tolerable, and then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body is feeling ultra-sensitive, and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and deft fingers find my clit, I let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to spread across my pelvis. His pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge length of him grinding between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is grabbing my breast, pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and, almost painfully, squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he forces my head back, my back arching as I try to maintain my balance.
“I don’t make love,” Alex hisses into my ear. “I fuck, I root, I shag…but I don’t do soft and I don’t do sweet. Do you understand, Olivia?” I nod my head, a thousand conflicting thoughts swirling around my head. “If you want this to stop, you need to say so now…” he trails off and waits for my answer. My brain is telling me that this is all a bit weird, that this is not what I want, but my treacherous body has other ideas and so I keep silent.
Tied to You (Book blurb)
Olivia Walker has just hit rock bottom. About to lose her job and become homeless, she can’t see a way out of the mess her life has become until Alex Davenport enters her life with a proposal she is in no position to refuse.
Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is used to getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months he has watched her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself to make her his, and finally it has appeared. But Alex is hiding a secret, one that he is determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a discovery that sets her on a course of self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s submissive side, pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her life.
But when Olivia’s past threatens to expose Alex’s secret lifestyle, the time for truths and full disclosure is at hand. Can Alex let go of the fears that have bound his true nature? And can a couple that fell in lust find their own happily ever after?
Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains explicit sex scenes and BDSM themes.
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Bibi is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently residing just north of London. She recently spent a year living it up on the beaches of Western Australia and her hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, building cardboard castles and creating stories in her head.
Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.
Having long admired those brave enough to put pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in her head all this time.
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Halloween and Samhain may be over, but the trouble is just beginning for Matt and Nancy. In this excerpt, Nancy’s staking out a local bar in disguise…
Out of the corner of her eye, Nancy watched Bayfield accept his drink and change. His gaze swept above her trying to locate a seat in the crowded tavern. His eyes lowered, meeting hers. She tried to control her racing pulse. He shook his head. And then his eyes bugged.
Before he could mutter another syllable, Nancy leaped to her feet, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted the biggest, wettest kiss she could muster on his mouth, swallowing the rest of her name and his breath. He stumbled backward. She refused to let him go, imprinting her lips on his.
She started to release him, but then one of his hands pressed against her back and the other curved over her buttocks. Her eyes widened. Professor Bayfield was kissing her back! Not about to pass up this opportunity, Nancy closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.
His tongue pushed into her open mouth; she greeted it with her own. He brought a hand between them and squeezed a breast. Her eyes flew open. Would she burn up right there in the damn bar? As if he sensed her changing mood, Bayfield’s eyes sprang as wide open as hers. He started to pull away.
Applause and hoots broke out from bar patrons. Steins were raised in salute.
Nancy and Matt looked sheepishly at the other patrons. “Don’t say a word, Bayfield,” Nancy said, still holding him close. “I can explain everything, but we’ve got to get out of here, now.” He started to open his mouth. Brushing her lips across his, she whispered, “Please, don’t say my name. It could be a matter of life and death.”
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Whose mask will crumble first—
the enigmatic professor of Celtic Studies,
the undercover cop masquerading as a co-ed,
or the campus stalker,
biding his time to strike again?
Is anthropology professor Matt Bayfield the Blackthorn College rapist, or a potential ally? Aloof and unapproachable, Matt has academic ambitions. He can’t escape Blackthorn College soon enough, and he doesn’t want any entanglements to slow down his exit.
Nancy Appleby would like nothing more than to solve the string of campus rape cases before Thanksgiving so she can go home. The last thing she wants is a relationship to complicate her life—but she’ll settle for a fling, especially when the sex sizzles.
The stalker has his own carefully crafted timetable, with a special date just for Nancy. Can Matt and Nancy force him out of his hidey-hole before it’s too late?
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