Showing posts with label Victoria Blisse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Victoria Blisse. Show all posts

Friday, September 18, 2015

Good Manors Blog Tour



Sheep? You must be baaaaaarmy.

When one is writing erotica one doesn't expect to be looking up lambing and complications with birthing sheep really. Well I didn’t but as part of Good Manors that's just what I ended up doing...thank God for google!
 Xander is trying different ways of making money and has decided investing in rare breeds is the way to go. Harriet is his first Castlemilk Moorit and she's expecting. It was really interesting looking up the lambing process, I'm glad I'm not squeamish though. Might have been interesting to witness an actual birth but it was far less messy looking at a few online articles. Not sure what Mr Blisse would make of that as research.
"Just off to deliver a lamb, love, it's for my novel. See you later. Yep, I'll remember to wipe my boots!"
He’s put up with all sorts in the name of research but I’m pretty certain he has limits and that might just be one of them.
Good Manors sprung some interesting surprises on me in fact, secret passageways were found that I had to check the validity of and I had to research roofing beams for one particularly hot rope scene. Not to mention Georgian libraries, bathrooms and dining furniture along with stables and out buildings and farm shops. Never a dull moment writing a Blisse novel.
Certainly kept me on my toes, anyway.
What's the strangest thing you've had to look up in the course of your work or for a hobby?



Blurb for Good Manors:
Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?
India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.
Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meager profits are mysteriously disappearing.
The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.
In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?


Excerpt from Good Manors:
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked once I had my arm inside his very expensive sheep.
“Bit late to ask that now, but yes, I trained to be a vet for a while.” I smiled over at him then cocked my head to the side. “Ah, there’s the problem, little ones got its elbows locked and mum can’t push it any further down.”
Scrunching up my face, I concentrated on manipulating the lamb backwards a bit until the legs extended straight.
“Right.” I pulled my hand free. “She should be able to do the rest herself.”
“How did you know what to do?” Xander asked as Harriet once more shivered and shook with a contraction.”
“Veterinary school, like I said. Mum wanted me to be a doctor, I couldn’t stomach it so we compromised and trained to be a vet. It wasn’t my calling, though, and after two years I changed my degree to journalism and the rest is history.”
“So you’ve done this before? I mean, practically.” Xander carefully watched Harriet, petting her nose tenderly.
“No, I only ever read about it.” I looked up from washing my arms in the soapy water, my face held in solemn lines.
His face dropped, and I laughed. “Of course I’ve done it before, spent time with a country vet in the spring. I brought many animals into the world, including a few sheep.”
“Good, sorry, I’m a bit all over the place. Harriet means so much to me, to the hall, I didn’t know what to do. I’ve read up, I talked to the vet but I just froze.” He sighed. The poor man was seriously frazzled.
“It’s okay.” I ran my hand down his arm. “It’s difficult to know when to intervene and you can do more harm than good if you don’t know what you’re doing. Hey, look, the nose is appearing.”
I’m sure the relief showed through my voice. I was confident that the birth was finally going the way it should.
“Oh yeah.” Xander’s face lit up. “Look at that!”
“Won’t be long now. Look, already the legs are following through!”
“It’s amazing,” he gasped.
“A miracle,” I sighed as the little life burst forth from the relieved ewe. She immediately set to looking after her offspring, licking its face to remove the mucus. Soon the little thing was bleating happily.
“Harriet’s a brilliant mum.” I smiled. “She’s a natural.”

About Victoria Blisse:
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author.
She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut
Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to
erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk  for more details.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and
biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English
quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse ,
Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

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Thursday, October 31, 2013

The House of Erotica Witching Hour


Inside you will find thirteen spooky erotic stories. From shapeshifters to wild nights with the dead there's a theme to suit everyone. 

Stories from Victoria Blisse, Isabel Holley, Nicky Raven, Heather Lin, Vanessa de Sade, Gemma Parkes, Tilly Hunter, Lucy Felthouse, Elizabeth Black, Nephylim, Annabeth Leong and Daddy X.

This little gem is in my ereader for a spooky night of sexy fun!

There are some awesome authors in this collection and I could hardly wait for the kids to get their candy, dinner to get made and time for bed so I could curl up with a good book.

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Sunday, May 12, 2013

A Visit With Victoria Blisse: More Saucy Tales of the Seaside




Saucy Seaside fun.

Lucy Felthouse and I had so much fun compiling Smut by the Sea Volume one that we decided to do a second one.  We wondered what kind of stories we’d get, the first volume has a definite bias towards stories set in the UK. Not that we were biased when we were picking the stories, there just were far more UK based tales submitted.

Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has a big variety of locations and lots of sun and sexy fun. This time we had tales from all corners of the world submitted, funny how these things work, eh? I wonder what we might get for a volume 3?

 Here’s an excerpt from my Story in the anthology, called ‘Honeymoon Suite’

“Stop it,” I hissed after she stroked my hand for the umpteenth time. “I know you’re trying to help but just tone it down would you?” I don’t know if she really was being overly touchy-feely or if I was just ratty from lack of sleep.
“All right,” she smiled, “but I do like the way that guy on reception keeps staring at us. I think he wants to see us kiss.”
I glanced to my right and sure enough the man behind the reception desk was looking our way. I was sure he’d be eyeing up Sam. He was gorgeous. Tall, tanned and well proportioned. My heart thudded madly just imagining what it would be like to kiss him.
“He’s eyeing you up, love.” I replied with a laugh and dismissed my thoughts as the desires of an overtired and constantly horny single woman. “Anyway, what’s our plan for today?”
“The beach,” Sam exclaimed. “I have the cutest bikini I want to try out.”
“Oh, okay, well, as long as I can find some shade, I can read my book.” I hate the heat, I really do and lying under the sun is not my idea of a good time and trust me, no one wants to see my ample curves in a bikini. But if I could find a little shade, I could read and maybe nap and that was certainly an attractive prospect.
Sam shook her head then munched on a slice of melon.
“Meet you on the beach in ten?”

I like beaches, I do. It’s just I like to see them from a shaded, secluded spot. Sam was spread out on a lounger in the bright sunshine, her pink bikini glowing in the lazy Caribbean light. I huddled under a sunshade a few metres away in my long lined floaty dress sipping from a large glass of ice cold water. I really wanted to be inside in the cool of the air conditioning but as I’d only been outside for half an hour I didn’t think Sam would be awfully impressed with my retreat.
I tried to read my book but kept being distracted by just how hot I was.
“Having fun, Becks?” Sam didn’t look my way, but the sound carried over the lazy wash of the ocean as there were only a few other, mostly silent guests on the hotel’s private beach.
“Hmm,” I replied. “If I had a cabana boy to waft me with a huge palm leaf I’d be in heaven.”
“Well, ma’am, we can’t provide that but we do have some pretty efficient fans if you’d like me to get you one.”
I was startled by the voice of a man with a personally unfamiliar but instantly recognisable English accent. I was so startled I spilt water on my chest. Thankfully my Kindle was on my lap away from the eruption of liquid.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump.”
“It’s okay,” I replied. It was the incredibly hot guy I’d seen on reception earlier. “I needed cooling down and that fan sounds fantastic.”
“I’ll be right back.” He smiled and my stomach did back flips. When he came back and set up a powerful battery powered fan I could have kissed him.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” I moaned with inappropriate delight. “Thank you so much—” I looked up at him and his name tag, “Ben.”
“You’re very welcome. If you need anything else, just call.” His smile was delightful; the cool of the fan was forgotten as the depths of my libido flooded me with wanton heat.
“Oh, Ben, could you get me a Mojito?” Sam fluttered her lashes and the hot guy jumped at her command. Nothing new there. I loved Sam dearly, but she didn’t do me any good in the men stakes. Even Eddy asked her out first, but then he was asking everyone out all the time apparently. I should be relieved he left me on my wedding day, dressed in my finest. I felt like a princess until the news arrived that he was a no show.
When Ben brought Sam her Mojito, she touched his hand and flirted with him like she does so easily.
“Well, I’d love to stay here chatting to you and your lovely lady wife, but I must get back to reception. Sadly, it doesn’t run itself.”
Sam giggled as he walked off. “I convinced him that we’re queer. Think we’d be able to bag him for a threesome, he’s pretty damn hot.”
“Sam!” I gasped. “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t fuck you if my life depended on it.”
“Oh, gee, thanks. I’d fuck you if it meant I got my hands on that hot, tasty morsel.”
“But you’re the easy one in this relationship,” I chuckled. There was no use getting mad, I was there as part of a lesbian couple on my official documentation, letting a member of staff know that was in fact a lie wouldn’t be clever.
“That’s why you love me,” she lifted her sun glasses and winked broadly sending us both into gales of laughter. I started to relax into the holiday with the aid of the powerful fan. I had nothing to do, nowhere to be and crystal clear waters in front of me and a beach that stretched on for miles. Maybe I could make it work.


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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Coming Together With Curves



Coming Together: With Curves, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse
Curvy girls and the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.
Sales proceeds benefit Parkinson’s UK.

Contents: Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter), Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem), Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick), Captivated (Elizabeth Lapthorne), Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse), Girl Next Door (Bella Blake), Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden), The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde), The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse), Riding School (Bella Blake), Flesh For Fantasy (Lexie Bay).

*****
Bonnie stifled a sigh. He was doing it again. Staring at her, as he had been every day that week. She was on a fortnight’s training course through work. She was the only one from her office who’d been sent. As a result, she knew no one and ended up sitting alone in the college’s cafeteria at lunchtimes. She’d had a couple of invites from kindly people also on her course, but she’d turned them down. It wasn’t that she was being rude or anti-social, she just hated people to see her eat. She was a big girl—that was putting it politely—and when people saw her eat, she could feel the judgment rolling off them in waves, the thoughts that she was fat because she ate so much.
It wasn’t true. About what she ate, that was. She was fat, and there was no denying it. But it certainly wasn’t her doing. She’d been born to large parents, and despite a healthy diet and plenty of exercise, she was still overweight. All she ever managed to shift was a pound or two here and there, and that was hardly noticeable, particularly on a woman her size. She kept at it, though, resigned to being a larger lady, but determined not to get any bigger.
Because she’d always been big, she was used to the snide comments, the dirty and derisive looks, the open stares. So it didn’t upset her any more, but she still got irritated when people simply gawped at her. Surely one glance was enough for them to ascertain that yes, she was a shapely girl, and then move on. In most cases it was, particularly if she glared at the person in question. But not with this guy. She was sure he was trying to be subtle, because he often averted his gaze as she trained hers on him. But even if he’d looked away, she could tell by the position of his head and body that he’d been peeking at her. Again.
Now, on day seven, she was almost at boiling point. What the hell was his problem? Had no one ever told him it was rude to stare? She was on the verge of doing just that.
Eating her lunch was an unpleasant task, knowing she was being observed. If she hadn’t been so damn hungry, she’d have left it. But she’d been running late that morning and had committed that mortal sin—missing breakfast. So her chicken salad—with no dressing—was absolutely necessary to avoid making herself feel ill, or passing out, so she devoured every last morsel. She ate faster than she normally would, not because she was being greedy, but because the sooner she finished eating, the sooner she’d stop feeling so damn self-conscious about the guy across the room watching her.
She decided to give him one last chance. When she’d finished her lunch, she’d drink her carton of apple juice, then sit for a few seconds, doing nothing. If he continued to look at her, she was going to stomp over there and give him what for. If he didn’t, then she’d carry on with life and do her best to forget about him and his rudeness.
Deep down, she knew she was going to have to go over and say something to him. After seven days, he wasn’t going to suddenly amend his habits. She was just being a bit of a wimp, really, hoping to find some way of getting out of confrontation, because she didn’t like it, not one bit, and it was absolutely a last resort. Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of a single other way of stopping him from doing it. Perhaps she could put up a sign in front of her saying “Please stop staring at me.” But if he couldn’t take the hint when she’d glared at him, he wouldn’t take any notice of a piece of paper.
Several minutes later, her salad was gone and she moved onto her drink. With a sinking feeling in her gut, she saw he was just as interested in her now as he had been when she’d been eating. Damn, confrontation it was then.
Draining the carton, she gathered her plate, cutlery and other rubbish onto her tray, stood up and slid it onto the rack nearest her. Then she returned to her table, grabbed her bag, pulled in a deep breath through her nostrils and marched over to the Peeping Tom. She slid out the chair opposite him and sat down on it.
*****
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Total E-Bound: Literally Bitten


Litterally Bitten
Victoria Blisse

Contemporary.  Holiday.  Paranormal
M/F

54 pages

Literally Bitten
Books brought them together, blood lust binds them, but can her puritanical father pull them apart?
Lily loves fiction and has done since she was a child. It was her escape from the harsh reality of life being brought up by just her over-protective dad. Tom only ever reads textbooks, claiming that there’s enough to fascinate in this world and that he has no need to read about pretend places. But when he walks into Lily’s book shop he finds out they have a lot more in common than he first thought.
When the young couple take a trip to the famous vampire and human bar, The Point, Lily gets a shock. Her estranged father is there as part of a Purity protest; he is violently opposed to her, Tom and anything that the cult calls unclean. Which is just about anything fun.
Can Lily and Tom overcome these prejudices and their own inexperience to find love that will last forever?





Lily lost her mother when she had been a tiny tot and was raised by her father without the love and support a child needs.  She found peace in the library when she started school and ever since that has been her peaceful place.  She started working in a shop aptly named Book Love and it was the perfect job.  When the old owner died he left it all to her, the store and the debts.  She got a business loan and turned it around and she was happy.  It had been five years since she left her father as life had gotten impossible.

One afternoon Tom finally built up the courage to go into the shop.  He had been trying to do so for a long time and he finally made it.

Sometime ago Lily had been bitten and turned into a vampire but left to find her own way in this new world.  When she tried to bite Tom she discovered he too was a vampire and recently turned.  They got to know each other and were exploring the new world together.  Loving and learning.

4 star