Explore my 1920s comedy of manners, Highland Pursuits – a wickedly naughty romantic comedy.
It’s 1928, and defiant debutante Lady Ophelia Finchingfield is banished to the Highlands of Scotland, having refused a marriage proposal from the Earl of Woldershire. Ophelia isn’t willing to marry just to please her mother, and certainly not to a man she finds sexually unappealing.
Removed to such a remote and unsophisticated location, Ophelia is expected to come to her senses. However, she discovers a new independence at Castle Kintochlochie, under the guidance of her sassy grandmother, Lady Morag.
Instead of being consigned to an ill-matched marriage, why shouldn’t Ophelia take over the governance of the Castle and the wider estate?
A bizarre selection of suitors are soon presenting themselves, but Ophelia remains one step ahead, until she begins to harbor feelings for Hamish, the Castle’s estate manager.
To Ophelia’s annoyance, he’s already spoken for, and glamorous French coquette Felicité has no intention of letting ruggedly attractive Hamish slip from the service of her bed.
Intrigue abounds, as Ophelia discovers that there’s more to her rival than meets the eye, and that the Castle is a hotbed of illicit cavorting.
My Gentlemen’s Club, set in Victorian London, explores the lure of the sensuous, entering a realm of elegant debauchery.
We live in the wondrous here and now and it is here that our flesh must take its pleasure. Your body is yours and yours alone, but not for long, and never long enough.
Take your seat. The curtain is rising.
An erotic novella set in London, 1898.
The sequel to The Gentlemen’s Club is ‘Italian Sonata‘.
Towering above its island of wave-lashed rock is Castello di Scogliera.
Look up at the narrow windows, and you might think yourself watched.
Something, or someone, has been waiting for Lady McCaulay to arrive…
What dark secrets lie within those walls?
Madness, abduction, imprisonment… murder?
The past does not lie quietly.
A sumptuous Gothic Romance, filled with mystery, intrigue, and the lure of the sensuous.
Baby Love is a bittersweet romantic comedy.
Valentine’s Day is approaching and heavily pregnant Delphine should be anticipating the customary candlelit curry, and some cozy canoodling. However, her rat-fink husband has packed his bags and abandoned her for the charms of their sexy neighbour, leaving Delphine struggling to cope.
Juliet and Suzanne, Delphine’s sisters, insist that the best remedy for a broken heart is a healthy dose of pampering: cue a spa break, where there’s more in store for Delphine than a hot stone massage and a spell in the jacuzzi.
You may enjoy my darkly grotesque Cautionary Tales, inspired by Eastern European and Russian superstitions and customs.
Black humour and blacker hearts: a blend of horror and eroticism.
Whispered from the edges, tales of sex and death, ambition, jealousy, lust and greed.
We are behind the door, in the corners,
In the room where you’ve just extinguished the light.
We flicker in the shadow you cast on the wall.
We are the prickle on the back of your neck.
Curled, in words unspoken,
We are the shiver on your uneasy flesh,
The creep of the unknown on your skin.
Can you feel us?
Here, at the edges.
We see what you cannot.
We are not alone, and nor are you.
Crook your finger;
we’ll come closer.
Pull the covers tighter to your chin;
in beside you we’ll creep.
If you enjoy historical erotica, you may like to dip into Viking Thunder
‘We all struggle. We all desire.’
When the Northmen’s ship is brought ashore in a storm, Elswyth is faced with the prowess of Eirik: a giant of a man who lets nothing stand in his way.
Elswyth struggles to remain independent, but cannot deny her sexual attraction and, ultimately, the satisfaction she finds in Eirik’s bed.
Can Eirik offer her more, and what dark secrets await Elswyth, if she returns with the Northmen to their distant lands?