Could You Fall In Brit Love?

Hot, contemporary romances with a distinctly British flavour. Gorgeous heroes, beautiful heroines and iconic locations.

Monday, 15 October 2012

Funnily Enough - from Victoria Blisse


I'm delighted to be hosting the fabulous Victoria Blisse today - my very first guest blogger.  And make sure you don't miss out on the competition at the end to win a copy of Fulfill Me.

Hello all, 
I’m Victoria Blisse and I love to write romance, Rosy, Raunchy Romance. What does that mean? Well, My stories have happy endings and the steamy scenes are very explicit and detailed. I also aim to create very real characters. I’ve got a few different tricks up my sleeves for doing this, the one I will focus on today is humour.  

Life is funny, well, mine is and people tell jokes, make quips and use sarcasm on a daily basis so my characters also do this. Caitlyn in Fulfill Me is particularly sarcastic, I think she uses it as a barrier to protect herself from getting hurt. Before I introduce you more to Caitlyn, here’s the blurb for Fulfill Me.

Caitlyn is out to get what she wants and she desperately wants Nick Casey, Star of Dobsons Digs the biggest soap on TV. She will do anything to get into his life but one thing, one person always stops her. His annoying yet handsome PA Mike. 

But there is more to Nick and to Mike than she could ever have first imagined. She ends up on a journey from one side of BDSM to the complete opposite and all the time she’s just looking for the man who can make her whole.

Caitlyn knows what she wants and goes about getting it. She essentially stalks Nick Casey, the celebrity object of her lust and tracks him down. Now, I couldn’t resist playing about a bit with my ice queen main character (she’s not untouchable as she’d like you to think!) and I was particularly cruel when it came to her meetings with Nick.

Her first attempt at contact is foiled in quite a spectacularly hilarious kind of way and I’m going to share that with you today. Caitlyn has wheedled her way into a posh Italian restaurant at a time she knows Nick will be there  and he does turn up for lunch with his PA and his mother. That is as far as the plan gets her before things go seriously skewwhiff.

For the moment I can’t hear the conversation from Nick’s table because Tony is talking excitedly to the tall fellow in front. It sounds like they’re both speaking Italian, no wonder Tony is bellowing. If I want to speak to Nick, ideally, I need to make my move now; if I play it right I might get an invite to their table. I’m good with mums – well, those other than my own, anyway.
I’ll walk over towards the ladies, which happily is across the other side of the terracotta walled restaurant, so I can wander past his table and then what? I think and take another bite of the tomato covered pasta. Oh, I know - I’ll stumble. I’m sure his chivalrous nature will make him leap to my aid.
My plan of action decided, I try to stand, but find my way blocked by Tony, still gesticulating and talking wildly.
“Excuse me Tony.” I try to squeeze past him but I’m too afraid of being hit with a flailing elbow to really push forward.
“Tony!” I bark a bit louder, and he looks at me. “Excuse me.”
 He nods, and moves away from beside the seated beanpole who pushes his chair back. He knocks the leg into my ankle, and shakes me off balance. I fall unceremoniously to my knees.
“Oh, I’m so very sorry,” a voice babbles above me, “I’m terribly sorry, here, let me help you.” A thin, soft hand grabs around the top of my arm and pulls. I sit back on my heels and fix the bumbling buffoon with all my frustrated anger.
“I can stand up on my own, thank you.” I growl, noting the high red on his cheeks, the softness in his dark eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he continues to grip the top of my arm, and I try to shake out of his grasp. He lets go and I totter to my feet.
OUCH!
As I rise, my head connects with a serving tray then a pool of thick, tomato based soup slips down my arm and over my dress.
“Blood Hell!” I cry, stamping my foot in exasperation. Joey, who was holding the tray, is dabbing at me with a tea towel and the horrid man who tripped me is fussing around and making things worse.
“What‘s going on Mike?” Nick’s well known voice breaks into the madness.
 “This poor young lady has had a little accident.” Mike coughs. “I think I‘m to blame actually.”
“Wasn‘t that my soup?” the reedy tones of Nick‘s mother rise through the barrier of bodies to my ears.
“I think you spilled my mum’s soup.” Nick says icily to Joey, the waiter, and soon Tony is here, fussing, flapping and apologising. Nick didn’t once look towards me, I mean who can blame him? I must look a fright covered in bright red soup. I slip between Tony and his son and head for the door and the sanctuary of my car, all the time cursing that rake of a man, Mike. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be with the man of my dreams right now. 

Ending up with soup all over her isn’t the only surprise Caitlyn receives in Fulfill Me. Pick up your copy from:


especially if you like your romance, hot, hot, hot! 

Thanks for hosting me here today, Avis and thanks for reading, all you lovely readers! I’m going to give away a copy of Fulfill me to one lucky person who leaves a comment on this blog within the next seven days.. Let me know if you like humour with your romance and I will pick a comment at random after 22nd October to win a copy of my novel! 

Saturday, 13 October 2012

New Blog Interview


If you want to know all about my characters and writing - along with a few secrets - I’m being interviewed on author A B McKinley’s blog, Kilted Desire

Saturday, 6 October 2012

The real pirates don't look like Johnny Depp

I'm sad to say my books have been pirated.  Someone posted a reward, asking for a copies and, within a day, they'd been copied and linked to on a download site.

Piracy's a huge business and it's the pirates, not the authors who make money from it.  I'm proud of my books and think I've produced two high quality, highly readable novels that readers have so far enjoyed.  It's just sad that someone thinks they have a right to reproduce and circulate them without my permission and without me deriving any benefit.  The same goes for any original work that's taken - whether it's music, images or the written word.  Unless you're paying the creator, someone's getting rich when they don't deserve to

I'm being very zen about it and consoling myself with the idea that pirates only bother to copy the really good books. But it doesn't hurt to remind everyone that self published authors will usually only make themselves available on large, trusted sites like Amazon and Smashwords. If you're about to download a book for free, quickly Google it to see whether it is, in reality, a paid product that someone's stolen.   It wouldn't hurt to drop the author an email to alert them too.   Getting something for nothing is often irresistible but if authors aren't paid to work, they stop producing the books you love to read.

All I can hope for is that my steamy hot romances melt the insides of any e-reader holding an illegal download.   Avis xx