Now, on to Restoration.

Museum Restorer Theresa is thrilled when an ancient, dirt covered Roman Statue of Priapus comes into her care. She finds him fascinating and he becomes her erotic obsession. Night and day she is consumed by her lust for Priapus. Unknown to Theresa another person has been overtaken by the same obsession. It is only when her project is completed and Priapus is out on display that she discovers she is not the only one willing to take great risks just to worship the ancient god’s giant penis.

He’s an interesting character, Priapus. Born of Aphrodite but several gods may have sown the seed, so to say. Hera wasn’t pleased, apparently and cursed the poor babe whilst still in the womb, making him ugly causing Aphrodite to abandon him to the wilderness.

Poor bugger, he’s not that ugly. Yes, his brows are quite prominent, his nose a little crooked, but it makes him interesting in my eyes. The sculptor was talented, shaping the opalescent stone into such a lifelike mockery of reality. He must have spent hours, if not days on perfecting the lips. Running my tiny, fine brush over them to remove the last vestiges of dirt I hear him giggle at my delicate touch.

“Don’t squirm,” I warn, “or I’ll fall and you’ll end up with a face full of my boobs.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I look up and fall back to my seat, startled.
“Why Doctor Browning, it’s you.”
“Yes, Theresa, it is. You’ve spent too long down here on your own. Talking to a statue as if he’s real?”
“It helps me connect.” I blush, anger flaring deep in my soul, “I treat him with respect and he reveals his secrets to me.”
“And a million other maidens, dear, Priapus was known for it.” He shakes his head and lets out a tight, scornful laugh and I bite my lip, though I’d prefer to bite a chunk out of him. But I suppose one has to be courteous to one’s employer if one wishes to stay employed.

“So, when will our glorious gargoyle be ready for display?” Dr Browning makes my skin itch, he’s standing about six inches away and my body is tingling, I wish he’d move back, his presence makes me jittery. I lay down my brush and turn to face him.
“Well, it’s not a very delicate piece, but I have to be careful in case there are cracks or old repairs that I might knock. I’d like to think I’d have it done within eight to twelve weeks, maybe less depending on the damage I find.”

“Fantastic, I can’t wait for him to be on display. He’ll be such a draw.”
“Oh, he will.” I smile, that is something I can agree on. “It’s funny to think he would have originally been used to scare people off.”
“Ironic, isn’t it? Anyway, I’ll let you get on with it. I never had the patience for it myself. I’ll pop in and check on you at the end of the week. Bye now, bye.”
“See you.” I reply then pick up my brush again, taking a deep steadying breath and forgetting Dr Browning as I re-apply it to the stone beneath me. His lips look so kissable, parted ever so slightly, I can imagine his tongue darting out into my mouth or into my…no. I’ve got to concentrate.

You can pick up Restoration from Xcite, iTunes and Amazon (kindle version)

And also you can win yourself a copy simply by leaving a comment on this blog post, tweeting about this blog post (don’t forget to mention @victoriablisse so I see it!) or replying to me on facebook. It’s that simple. I’ll announce the winner tomorrow.

Today I am going to give away a copy of Spiced Vanilla, my latest Total-E-Bound release. It’s full of cream, chocolate, cakes and wickedly erotic domination. What more could you want?

To win, you just need to give me a reason why ebooks are awesome. I’ll start you off with one.

You can pick up an ebook from the comfort of your own home and be reading it within minutes of paying for it. There’s no having to go to a bookshop or queuing or waiting for a book to be delivered with the postman. You pick your book, you pay, you download it and bam, you’re reading it.

What other reasons are their for choosing to read an ebook this week?

All answers go into a draw and I will announce the winner (who will be picked at random from the bobblehat of warmth and winners by my own fair hand) in tomorrow’s blog.

Book I last read: David Gemmell’s Winter Warriors, I would heartily recommend it, especially if you love fantasy.

Favourite Children’s book: I could mention many. I love The Narnia stories, has a passion for the Secret Seven and adore the Chronicles of Prydain and Paddington Bear will always have a place in my heart. I have to pick the BFG by Roald Dahl. It has it all, evil, good, the queen and dreams. I adore it.

Book that took me by surprise:A friend of mine told me about a book so good he missed his stop on the train he was so engrossed in it. The book was Back Roads by Tawni O’Dell.So I picked up a copy and found it so compelling I read it in little over a day. I was really taken by it even though it’s not my usual type of story.

Favourite Comfort book: I love to re-read ‘Dark Moon’ by David Gemmell. It’s one of my very favourites and is completely engaging. I always come out at the end in a brighter frame of mind.

Erotica I’ve read and loved: I tend to enjoy short volumes like Xcite’s Ultimate Curves or the Black Lace Wicked Word Anthologies. The Coming Together anthologies are also wonderfully erotic and it’s a massive bonus that all the profits go to charity.

Why I love books: I think, like many people, my love of reading stemmed from being read to as a child. I still can remember the joy of my Dad tucking me up in bed and reading me a story. I loved ‘Wynken, Blynken and Nod’ and I bet my Dad can still recite it without looking at the words. Also my mum took my sister and I to the library when we were little. Every few weeks we’d go and pick new books as mum would pick hers. We all loved to read and all three of us still enjoy reading.

A fictional Character I’d love to meet: Oh wow, this is difficult. I mean I would love to meet the characters from my own books in the flesh. Wow, that would be fun as long as it wasn’t a new moon night anyway, you have to be careful with dates when you’ve got a werewolf in one of your stories and then there’s the vampire…Yeah, okay, so lets go for something less predictable shall we?

Who would I love to meet? Death (I mean the Discworld incarnation), The BFG, Aslan (I want to bury my face in his mane!), Paddington, yeah definitely. Oh, I don’t know this is really difficult, how can I pick only one? I’d love to meet the Secret Seven and go on a mystery with them (I just want to eat high tea, that’s all!) and Stig of the Dump and Tarantio (from Dark Moon) and…well, I could go on forever. I think I better give up now or we’ll be here all night!

So, what was the last book you read and did you enjoy it? Of course eBooks and print books both count! I’m always eager to hear about good books!

Chocolate, cakes and domination, what more could a girl want?

Emma hadn’t stepped out of her flat in six months. When she did it was the smell of a local patisserie that lured her down the street. Every day she walked to Jacques to admire the cakes and enjoy their scent, then she discovered Jack.

Jack, the patisserie owner and baker is just the dominant, commanding man she wants, but can she learn to accept her submissive nature? Will she indulge her appetite for sexual spice and ignore her good girl guilt or will she resist the temptation and regret it forever?

And now here’s a little taste of what you’ll find inside!

“No, a promise is a promise. Any cake you like. Choose.”

“Oh, well, can I have a slice of the cheesecake? I’ve been fantasising about your cheesecake for so long. I’ll take it home, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay, but watching you eat it is my favourite bit, you know. I don’t get to see people enjoying my cakes enough. Especially if you’ve been fantasising about it.”

My stomach was too full of butterflies to swallow even a mouthful, though I really did want to please him.

“Not today I’m afraid, Jack. My stomach couldn’t take it.”

“All right, I’ll box you up a slice. Take a seat, do. Would you like a drink?” I shook my head, and his brow crinkled a little.

“How’s business been today?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, not bad, not bad,” he replied, “I had a good morning anyway. It’s been dead this afternoon. Here, let me take your coat.”

I undid the buttons on my sensible, woollen coat. It looked a bit past its best, though it had been expensive when I bought it all that time ago. It still kept me warm, and as autumn was rolling in, I needed it against the bitter cold wind and the freezing rain that came in unexpected bursts through the end of summer.

I did have a cat, though it spent most of its time outside, and I was pretty sure it had two or more homes, and it hadn’t puked up at all. I’d just taken a very long time deciding what to wear.

It was too cold to wear anything particularly revealing, not that I owned anything particularly revealing. As a teacher, I had learnt to dress conservatively, especially with seventeen year old boys in the mix. I did find a deep, dark orange top with a long floaty hem and a deep V of cleavage that covered up my tummy nicely and brought attention to my abundant breasts. I’d paired it with a long, heavy brown corduroy skirt that came down to my ankles and covered the tops of my boots. I felt pretty sexy, especially as I wore my favourite red lace underwear underneath.

“Orange is a good colour on you,” he said, as he walked back into the shop, and I blushed.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Compliments the creamy colour of your skin.”

I almost felt the words caressing the exposed flesh at the V of my top. I bit my lip and surreptitiously rubbed my thighs together. This man drove me crazy with lust, and he’d not even said anything that intimate.

“I don’t know how you manage to work here day in and day out. I’d be eating all the stock,” I said. “Just the delicious smell is enough to make my mouth water.”

The air was dense with vanilla, cream and chocolate with that special light air of sweet baking that any baker will tell you lingers long after the cake in question has been cooked.

“I do my fair share of tasting,” he replied, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. He smiled. “But I enjoy profit far more.”

“It seems a crime to eat these. They’re all such works of art.”

“You flatter me.” I was rewarded by the light flush to his cheeks. “I’m not that good.”

“Oh, stop with the false modesty. You could display these in an art gallery, and people would pay just to look at them and smell them.”

“Ah, but if you do not touch them or taste them you are missing out on most of the sensation.”

His eyes seemed to have darkened to the colour of cooked spinach and instead of being focused on his cakes they were fixed firmly on the pale mounds of my breasts.

“Oh, well, yes, they taste divine,” I replied, in a fluster.

“I bet they do,” he quipped and cocked an eyebrow. I blushed not just on my cheeks. It leaked down and suffused my chest, too.

“Which is your favourite?” I asked, directing my gaze from his darkened eyes and towards the cake display beside us.

“Oh, it’s so hard to choose.” His voice purred, but the softness was belied by the sheer power of his tone. “I am a fan of chocolate,” he said, “and fresh fruit. I like to mix them with cream and soft sponge and maybe just the sweetest, smallest touch of exotic spice. The new, the exciting, the just discovered are my favourite cakes to create.”

“You’re very talented.” I did not see him take a step, but he seemed so much closer to me when I looked back towards him. Had I moved? I was confused and a little hypnotised by his gaze and just as I thought his lips would fall down to mine, the bell on the door jingled.

I jumped. He just smiled sardonically and transferred his attention to the customer. Lust pounded through my bloodstream, desperate to get out. I took a shuddering breath, and as Jack bent to box up the lady’s cupcakes, he winked in my direction.

When you’ve read Spiced Vanilla I’d love to hear what you think about it, we author types love feedback.

Now talking of feedback, what is your favourite cake to treat yourself to now and then? I, like Emma, am partial to a slice of cheesecake. All soft creamy and velvety with contrasting biscuity, buttery and crunchy base. Yum.

Emma hadn’t stepped out of her flat in six months. When she did it was the smell of a local patisserie that lured her down the street. Every day she walked to Jacques to admire the cakes and enjoy their scent, then she discovered Jack.

Jack, the patisserie owner and baker is just the dominant, commanding man she wants, but can she learn to accept her submissive nature? Will she indulge her appetite for sexual spice and ignore her good girl guilt or will she resist the temptation and regret it forever?

Museum Restorer Theresa is thrilled when an ancient, dirt covered Roman Statue of Priapus comes into her care. She finds him fascinating and he becomes her erotic obsession. Night and day she is consumed by her lust for Priapus. Unknown to Theresa another person has been overtaken by the same obsession. It is only when her project is completed and Priapus is out on display that she discovers she is not the only one willing to take great risks just to worship the ancient god’s giant penis.

I adore this story. It came to me one night when I was watching some documentary or other on museum restorers and this one lady was completely in love with the piece she was working on, I could see it in the way her eyes sparkled as she spoke about it and that sparked off an idea in my perverted little mind and I started to do some research on sex and ancient artifacts. Somewhere in my searching I came across Priapus the fertility god with the big and permanently erect penis.

Here is an excerpt from Restoration that focuses on the major feature of the statue of Priapus which Theresa works on.

Working so close to the rearing cock is not helping either. I’m moving around his erection, beneath it even to get to his stomach and my eye is constantly dragged to the massive moss covered member, it’s like a monster from an episode of Scooby Doo, well if they ever do an XXX episode, that is. I just want to wiggle my fingers down into my waistband, I could do it. I’m only using the one hand right now on the final brush over of his flat, smooth stomach.

I’m shocked when I realise the fingers of my left hand have insinuated themselves into my panties. I’m so wet my fingers slide down my slit effortlessly and I catch my clit which seems to bridge the circuit and my cunt comes alive. My brush sweeps up and down slowly over the stone as my fingers frig frantically in my pants.
I can feel his eyes upon me, his heavy marbled glaze egging me on to erotic explosions. I swear I can hear him panting, I can hear his breath as he watches me masturbating here at work. Me, mousy Theresa, with her fingers buried in her hungering pussy, her thumb rubbing in circles, charging her clit and closing her eyes.
I hear a muttered curse from the corridor and open my eyes, painfully whipping my hand from my pants denying myself the orgasm that was about to flood me, disappointing my Priapus.

“Oh, he’s really coming on now, isn’t he?” Doctor Browning smiles, his eyes darting around the room, his cheeks flushed.
“Did you run down here, Doctor? You look a bit flustered.”
“No, No. I was just dealing with an issue that got me all hot and bothered, that’s all.” He comes closer and I know he must be able to smell my cunt juices because I can, but he doesn’t let on. He’s definitely been worked up, his treacle-coloured hair is spiked up where he’s been running his fingers through it.
“Yes, I’m progressing quicker than I thought, the marble is in such good condition. It’s like the foliage preserved Priapus.”
“Well, he was the fertility god. Maybe he planned it that way.”
Our eyes meet and we share a laugh.
“Maybe that’s it, Doctor.”
“Well you never know, Theresa. The world is a strange place. Well, I better get back upstairs because I have a million and one things to do and they never ever do themselves for me. I envy you sometimes, down here in the solitude with time to really concentrate on everything you do.”
His eyes hold a wistful look as he straightens up to leave.
“You’d be bored, Sir. You’re a man of action.”
“Well, you might be right there, you may well be right. But the grass is always greener, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” I nod and he retreats, throwing a cheery wave my way. I resume work on the statues toes this time, I can’t afford to be too close to that cock right now, I was so nearly caught then and what worries me is that I was so nearly not bothered.

We have to leave Theresa to her Restoration now and continue on to vist Jacques, an up class bakers with beautiful cakes that will make your mouth water just to look at them. The baker, Jack is pretty tasty too!

Spiced Vanilla was originally released as part of the Night of the Senses anthology and a few weeks ago was released as an Audio book. I am glad to tell you that on Monday you will be able to buy Spiced Vanilla as a single, stand alone story from Total-E-Bound.

Chocolate, cakes and domination, what more could a girl want?

Emma hadn’t stepped out of her flat in six months. When she did it was the smell of a local patisserie that lured her down the street. Every day she walked to Jacques to admire the cakes and enjoy their scent, then she discovered Jack.

Jack, the patisserie owner and baker is just the dominant, commanding man she wants, but can she learn to accept her submissive nature? Will she indulge her appetite for sexual spice and ignore her good girl guilt or will she resist the temptation and regret it forever?

And now a tasty teaser for you to sink your teeth into!

It was strangely erotic, the wood beneath my breasts and stomach, the chocolate smearing on my skin where it touched, and the action of lapping made several sexually explicit images leap to mind. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead. Jack was there, kneeling or squatting so his face was level with the table edge, and he stared intently at my tongue.

I blushed yet kept on lapping up the delicious chocolate-slick before me. He caressed his lips with his tongue and I felt my pussy spasm with pleasure. What a slut I was.

“Keep licking,” he commanded and moved from sight. I wondered what he was up to. I continued the rhythmic licking, imagining it was his chest, his thigh, his cock, then I yelped in surprise as his hands grasped my hips.

He unzipped my skirt, and it dropped to the floor. I was about to protest, but he silenced me with one, sharp command.

“Hush.”

I hissed as his hand contacted my butt with a heavy slap. I wished I had put on a different pair of knickers, the thong-back of these provided no protection for my buttocks at all.

“Hush, I said. I’m punishing you for making a mess.”

It was what I’d always wanted. The bitter sting of his hand clapped down on my tender butt-flesh and turned to pleasure by the purring eagerness of my pussy. His slaps rained down harder, and I tried my best not to make a sound.

It hurt though, and soon, I was pushing my hands down to my bottom in an attempt to shield it from his blows.

“No,” he snapped. “Move those hands, young lady. Now.”

I did, and he continued to spank my heated flesh. Although I was turned on to the point of saturation, I could not take the bitter sting and moved my hands to deflect his again.

“Right, fine,” he growled. “Stretch your arms straight out in front of you.”

I hesitated.

“Now,” he barked, and I complied, chocolate sticking and slipping along each limb as I extended them forward through what was left of the chocolate slick. He walked around to the front of me again, his apron in his hand. He wound the cotton cloth around my wrists and tied it in a knot so my hands were held immobile above my head.

“Right.” He picked up a wooden spatula from the table opposite, the kind with little rectangular holes running down the middle and walked away again out of my sight. I questioned how I ended up like that, tied, covered in chocolate and at his mercy. I could only think that he’d harnessed the secret submissive in my soul and I was helpless to resist his domination.

The slap of the spatula was lighter yet more torturous than the tap of his hand. The whooshing sound scared me, and the crack and sting to my buttocks had me screaming with pain and arousal.

“Beautiful,” he crooned, as his fingers gently traced over the point of impact, his tender touch aroused me even more than the spanking, and I craved more of it. After each slap of the spatula, his fingers soothed my flesh, and I began to welcome the stinging as the prelude to his sensual caress.

Are you all craving chocolate now? I know I am. Next I am going to introduce Hugh and his darker lusts. The last tasty excerpt in my Threesome is from The Point. This is the first part in my Point Vamp series and will be released from Total-E-Bound on the 19th April.

Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for vampires which is rather weird when you think of what a chicken I actually am. I don’t like horror stories, I’m a very sensitive soul you know but there is something inherently sexy about Vampires.

Here’s a short excerpt from this upcoming story, there’s only a few more weeks to wait before you’ll be able to purchase it and find out just how it all ends.

His fingers inched down from the towelling around her shoulders and stroked at the lace of her bra. She gasped, not sure whether to scream, slap him or beg him to continue.

“It is wet, I am afraid, Elizabeth. It will need removing.”
“No, I mean, I’ll be, you know, nearly naked.” Her voice was all high pitched, and she felt as vulnerable as she had when he’d first scooped her up without effort into his arms.
“I know,” he rested a cold hand in the middle of the back, “but if you keep this on you know you’re going to get ill. You’re a doctor.” He went to pull apart the fastening, and she sighed.

“I guess you’re right.” Her heart thumped so hard she could hear it as her breasts fell forward naturally, and he pulled the material down her arms.
“You have no need to worry,” he said as he pulled the bra from her body and pushed the towel farther over her shoulders to cover her chest. “Your breasts are beautiful. You should be proud of them.”

Elizabeth didn’t quite know how to reply to that. She was certain she should be offended in some way, but she was actually thrilled by the compliment. He was after all a hot, tall, dark—if a little menacing—stranger, and a compliment from a handsome man wasn’t something to be sniffed at.
He rubbed gently at her back as she towelled her front. The towel held a musty, old smell, but she put it down to single man syndrome and tried to ignore the scent. She was aware of every rub and movement as her nipples hardened, wrinkling up with pleasure at such a sweet compliment and such sensual touches.
“Now, we need to remove your trousers. Do you think you could stand up if you used me for a support?”

“Yes, I think I probably could,” she replied, and he placed a hand under her right elbow and pulled her forward. She pushed up on her good side and completely forgot about the towel covering her torso until it slithered down her back and fell onto the sofa. She took a deep steadying breath and looked up. He smiled at her, and her tummy rolled making her feel light headed and a little bit sick as if she’d been in a stuffy car too long and she needed to get out and drink in some fresh air.
“If you just slip them off your hips, I can pull them down all the way once you’re seated.”

“Yes, of course.” She took her left hand and pushed down at the top of her light trousers. She held his waist for dear life with one hand and she found it frustratingly difficult to slip the pants off with just the one hand.

“Here,” he whispered huskily, “let me help you with that.” His big, strong hand rested on her stomach and he hooked his fingers into the waistband. She held her breath. She wanted to scream, she wanted to moan, she wanted to beg him to slip his fingers inside of her. She felt so aroused, giddy from the proximity of this mysterious man. She wanted desperately to fuck him, well more correctly to be fucked by him even though they’d only just exchanged names.

And that, my friends is the end of the threesome. I do hope you’ve enjoyed it, I know have. Now if you could pick two of my characters to have a threesome with, who would you pick?

For those of you who haven’t caught on yet, I’m talking about my upcoming ebook called The Point. It is the first book in my Point Vamp Series and today I got the cover for it.

I am very pleased with it as it captures the essence of my book very well indeed. Here’s the blurb:

Love conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

I hope you’re looking forward to this release as much as I am. I had so much fun writing Lowell, my werewolf in Moon Shy that I just had to try my hand at vampires. Hugh’s a handsome ol’ blood sucker and I can’t wait for you all to get to know him more.

In other news you can dowload Restoration in PDF from Xcite and it will only cost you 99p! How cool is that? And it gives me another fine excuse to post this arse…I mean cover. It’s another beauty!

Museum Restorer Theresa is thrilled when an ancient, dirt covered Roman Statue of Priapus comes into her care. She finds him fascinating and he becomes her erotic obsession. Night and day she is consumed by her lust for Priapus. Unknown to Theresa another person has been overtaken by the same obsession. It is only when her project is completed and Priapus is out on display that she discovers she is not the only one willing to take great risks just to worship the ancient god’s giant penis.

And if you like you can also dowload Restoration at iTunes if you have an iPhone or an iPod touch.

I’ll post excerpts from 3 stories tomorrow, one from The Point, one from Restoration and one from Spiced Vanilla which is released as a single title from Total-E-Bound on Monday. So make sure you pop over and check out the Thursday threesome right here at victoriablisse.co.uk