2015 – A Year for Magic

Happy New Year 2015

Happy New Year 2015

Looking back on 2014, I can’t believe how much I managed to fit in and just how much my life has changed. I attended the Edinburgh book signing #RARE2014 and met some wonderful writers, lovely readers, and I made some really good friends. In 2015 I will attend my first book signing, as an author. I will be at Birmingham in July, so if you are attending come along and say hi !!

This time last year, I was still in the process of editing my first book and feeling very anxious about releasing it generally. I needn’t have worried…. Playing for Keeps, my debut novel was well received, and I have had some wonderful reviews as well as many lovely messages from readers.

I met and made friends with some fantastic people, and have found my foray into the world of writing to be nothing but pleasurable. Readers have overwhelmed me with their love and support, and fellow authors have offered lots of help and encouragement.

In the autumn I took part in the Masquerade anthology, and was amazed at the success we achieved. I worked with a great bunch of girls and I think we all had tremendous fun as we strived to give you something that was just that little bit different! Many of the stories are now going to be developed and expanded upon, so look out for my fellow conspirators releasing some new books very soon!

For myself, I have just finished writing my second book in the ‘Playing’ series; all of which can be read as standalones. I’m currently in editing, but hoping to be able to give you news of a release date early in the New Year for ‘Playing by His Rules’. It’s another sexy tale of a dominant Alpha male being brought to his knees by the love of a good woman and is nearly double the length of my first novel (who would have thought I had so many words rattling around just waiting to be let loose?).

As far as new year resolutions go – I’m not too strong on making them – but I will say that I will try and update this blog on a more regular basis.

May I wish you a Happy & Prosperous New Year – may 2015 be everything you wish it to be.

Love, Glenda

Now, if you have time, please pop over and visit some of my very good friends who would also like to send you their best wishes… you will find all their links below.



HOT new release…. MASQUERADE is now live !!

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Vampires, menages, witches, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies. These eight original stories by some of today’s hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come to life. Lose yourself in the Masquerade, and explore your wildest desires. Let the games begin…

C.P. Mandara – Dancing With Death
Alisa Easton – Masked Desires
Paige Matthews – Secrets
Glenda Horsfall – Under Cover
Gale Stanley – Optical Illusions
Kayla Lords – The Iron Maiden
Dakota Skye – Dominating Justice
Hunter S. Jones – Fables Deux

Here’s a little bit about all the authors who contributed – go check them out:

C.P. Mandara – Dancing With Death

Christina Mandara is a UK authoress and currently has five books in print: The Riding School, Learning the Ropes, Hot to Trot, Named and Shamed, and A Rough Ride.


Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception and he now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.

Alisa Easton – Masked Desires

Alisa is a reader, a writer, a daydreamer, a lover, and an ice cream eater. She loves her fiction the way she loves her life – with plenty of steam.


Clara had been accused of many things but daring had never been one of them. Everything changes the night she attends a masquerade ball with her best friend. Her identity hidden behind a mask, Clara is free of her inhibitions to live her wildest fantasies.

Paige Matthews – Secrets

Paige Matthews grew up in New England and currently lives there with her family. She writes erotic romance and erotica with BDSM themes. Currently, Paige has five novels published and another series coming. Join her on her website for more.


Secrets are always hidden. Masquerade balls hide what we don’t want known. Combine them together and you have one erotic tale of firsts, secrets and reveals.

Gale Stanley – Optical Illusions

Gale Stanley was born in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil. Some things never change.


Once upon a time, Maggie was easy prey for a pedophile. Now she prefers fantasy to physicality. Then one enchanted evening she meets a man who tempts her beyond all reason.

Kayla Lords – The Iron Maiden

Erotic writer, sex blogger, living the BDSM lifestyle, and drinking tea – all with a bit of sass and sarcasm.


Sir and Babygirl have tested their limits before. This time, they’re taking it to whole new level – and making a new friend along the way.

Dakota Skye – Dominating Justice

Dakota Skye is a paranormal erotic romance author fascinated by all thing unexplained in the Universe. Her books include a Blurred Lines, Impact Zone, Uncharted Territory, SnowBound, and the short story Dominating Justice (Masquerade).


Lawyer by day, sex den owner by night, witch all the time, Melinda Dubois is an expert at keeping secrets. When the thorn-in-her-side Judge Bradley Bennett becomes The Den’s newest elite client, she looks forward to playing Domme and doling out some justice of her own. As vulnerabilities are exposed and masks removed, the question becomes—who is dominating whom?

Hunter S. Jones – Fables Deux

Writer. Originally from Tennessee now living in Atlanta, GA – an Exile on Peachtree Street. I make things up and write them down. Author of the best-selling romantic series, September Stories, and some hot steamy erotica.


Fables Deux, follow up to the erotic steampunk novella, Fables of the Reconstruction, finds the time traveling zombies Pierre von Minxle and Mary Montague in 2014. You’ll never believe where they are and what they are into now.

Glenda Horsfall – Under Cover

My own short story, Under Cover, is also included in this anthology. This has been a great project to be involved in, and I am proud to call these wonderful erotic authors friends. Writing this book has been fun and we hope that you all enjoy reading our bit of mischief!

Under Cover – Learn how the punishment for disobeying her master can be both pleasure and pain…. Here’s a short excerpt to tease….

“Come here!”

She approached slowly, swaying her hips seductively in an attempt to tempt and sooth his ire. When she was only several feet from him, he held up his hand to halt her progress and her stomach plummeted with disappointment. She wanted to feel his arms around her, she needed the taste of his lips after his long absence, but it looked like he was going to deny her that comfort.

“Turn.” He held a finger in the air and made a circling motion indicating that he wanted her to twirl.

She spun around slowly, letting the skirt of her dress puff out and billow around her. She held her arms out at her side giving him a full view of her body encased in the silk and wafting hints of her perfume around the room before she came to a halt, facing him once again.

“Do you know why you are going to be punished?”

“Yes, Master.” She played with the rings on her finger.

“Look at me.”

She lifted her head slowly and was dismayed at the bleak look on his face. She hated that she disappointed him. He had worked tirelessly training her to obey his commands and yet she had let him down and disobeyed a direct order. She had no one to blame but herself for being so weak and giving in to the demands of her body. She had missed him.

“Tell me.” His voice was harsh and she could see the muscle that beat rapidly at the side of his jaw. “Tell me exactly why you are being punished.”

She was overcome with shame at causing him so much distress and unable to look at him. She closed her eyes as she hastily stuttered, “I am… to be punished… for pleasuring myself in your absence.”

He raised an eyebrow in query encouraging her to expand her answer. The butterflies in her stomach took flight as she hastily added, “And for allowing myself to cum against your instructions.”



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Look out for Kayla Lords, Sir and Baby Girl – Bound by Love.

Bound_By_Love_cover__Finished (2)Sir and Babygirl: Bound by Love

Book Blurb:

In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?

Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.


Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.

She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.

Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before –

“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.

“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.

Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”

She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.

“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.

He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.

With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.

“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.

He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.

“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.

In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.

“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”

Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”

With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.

They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.

“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”

“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.

“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”

“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”

Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”

“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.

Author Bio:

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.

A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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#MyWritingProcess #Blog Tour

I was asked to participate in this awesome blog tour by the extremely talented Penelope Syn – Learn a little bit more about Penelope, in her own words, below…

“I am a slightly crazy girl and I often get tied up in things, and I know I don’t see the world the way other people do. I’ve always been a keen observer of people and relationships, and I have seen some very interesting things, and done a few! I love to write out my fantasies, desires, and dreams, and I firmly believe that just because something is different or unusual doesn’t make it bad; all that matters are love and respect. I hope you like them too, and maybe they open a window for you to see things a little bit differently too. Stay safe!”

 Penelope Syn

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 on Twitter: @penelopesyn

on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/PenelopeSyn

 Her Blog: https://penelopesyn.wordpress.com/

 Amazon Author Page: http://Author.to/PenelopeSyn


Thanks for asking me to participate Penelope, it’s been great fun. I am happy to answer the four questions on #mywritingprocess

What am I working on?

Currently I’m working on book 2 in the ‘Playing’ series – ‘Playing by His Rules’ which is the follow up to ‘Playing for Keeps’ which will be released August -September 2014.

The ‘Playing’ books all focus on the Alpha males who own and run a group of exclusive BDSM clubs. They are all dominant with their own special brand of ‘kink’!

I call it a series, but each of the books can be read as a stand alone, and there are no cliff-hangers.  Of course, you may just want to read more than one, in order to find out what the other members of the club board have been getting up to in their love lives!!


‘Playing by His Rules’ is the story of Xander and Chloe. He’s an embittered man determined never to trust a woman again. Chloe has just escaped from an emotionally controlling and sometimes violent ex-boyfriend.  Staying in town overnight to attend an interview for a job she desperately needs, Chloe lets her caution down and seeks comfort in the arms of Xander. She fully intends it to be a one-night only event.  Imagine her horror when, the following day, she discovers that he is no other than her prospective employer.  He’s annoyed that he still wants her and determined that he will not make her his employee.  The position he has in mind is something much more satisfying!


I’ve posted a bit of their second meeting below for you to enjoy.

“Well Chloe, looks like we meet again!”  His tone was mocking.

Chloe was stunned, unable to think straight. She had held herself motionless, almost rigid with shock as she endured his silent appraisal.  Could her luck get any worse?  Her prospective employer and her one night stand were one and the same.

Last night she had basked in his approval, this morning he was looking at her with disdain. She couldn’t understand why he looked so angry. Her stomach churned and she felt nauseous as it hit her that she had blown her chance of getting the job. She cursed herself for her actions the previous night. What the hell had possessed her?

He was silently awaiting her reply. He looked puzzled and his eyes searched her face as if he was trying to read her thoughts.  Pinned to the spot she inwardly squirmed. The swine was enjoying her discomfort!  Unable to meet his gaze she posed her response to the window over his shoulder.

“You’re Xander Doumas I presume?” She flushed embarrassed to her soul.

From the corner of her eye she caught the nod he gave in reply to her question. Christ the man knew every inch of her intimately and she had to ask him to confirm his name. She wriggled in her chair mortified.

He continued to look at her. His gaze was probing and she felt trapped by his silent study. She bit her lip in consternation and would have sworn she heard him growl low and deep in his throat.  Her gaze swung back to his face; she could do nothing more than look at him as passion flared in his eyes. His gaze was now fixed on her swollen bottom lip.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she accepted that there was no way she was going to be offered the position she had applied for. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes breaking eye contact with him. She couldn’t think straight when he looked at her like that. Her best course of action, to save them both from further embarrassment, would be to terminate the interview.

Decision made, she rose from her chair. Holding her slim briefcase in front of her like a shield, she backed away from the conference table dismayed at how events had turned out.

“Well, Mr…” she hated herself for stumbling on his name, “Mr Doumas,” she spoke rapidly, her voice shaky with nerves, “as there doesn’t seem to be a lot of point in going through with this interview under the circumstances I’m…”

“Sit down!” The look he gave her was uncompromising. His tone was harsh and brooked no argument.

She looked at him in disbelief; surely he didn’t intend to go through with this farce. He hadn’t moved from the chair but he was now leaning forward across the table, pointing to the chair she had just vacated. “Sit.”

Who the hell did he think he was talking to? She wasn’t about to obey a command she’d normally expect to hear directed at a dog!

She had just survived one controlling relationship. She had let Nick speak to her like that, and it had been a mistake.  She wasn’t about to let anyone else control her. She shook her head slowly, and continued backing away from the table.

He rose, towering over the table as he walked slowly around it. He stopped short of her and casually hitched one hip against the table with his arms crossed over his broad chest.  Not once did he take his eyes off her. She couldn’t deny the delicious tingle throughout her body at the sight of him.  He made no move towards her, just stayed where he was; half perched on the corner of the table.  The position pulled his pants tight and showed off his muscular thighs. Memories of the previous evening came rushing back and a flood of longing nearly overwhelmed her. Her own carnal thoughts caused her to blush and brought a sardonic smirk to his mouth; bastard, he knew exactly what effect he was having on her.

However, he was no longer the attentive lover of the previous night; now he looked like an employer about to give a reprimand.  The pulse at the side of his jaw beat a rapid tattoo and his eyes were cold. He looked like he was fighting to control his temper. Her heartbeat increased as she wondered what his next move would be. She flung a hasty glance over her shoulder gauging the distance to the door.

“If you don’t sit down now and do as you are told,” he said conversationally, as if he saw nothing out of the ordinary in their circumstance, “I will put you over my knee and spank you for willful disobedience.”

She was aghast, surely she had misheard him. “You can’t say that to an employee. It’s harassment. It’s assault.” Her breath caught in her throat and her heart raced. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“You’re not an employee yet, and, yes I would!” he replied; seeming not at all fazed by her outburst.

Her legs started to tremble and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.  Was he  serious?  She studied him for a second on two trying to assess the risk, but she no longer trusted her own judgment. He had made no further move towards her but a flashback to the first time Nick had raised his hand to her, exploded through her consciousness. Bitterness at the mistreatment she had suffered, hardened her resolve. She refused to become a victim again and she did not intend to hang around and give him the chance to carry out his threat.

She spun on her heel and bolted for the door, adrenalin and fear pounding through her veins. She felt little relief as she stepped into the corridor and slammed the door behind her. She walked as quickly as she could without drawing unwanted attention as she headed toward the bank of elevators at the end of corridor.  Panic beat a steady rhythm in her chest as she endeavored not to break into a run. Keeping her gaze focused on the elevators she managed to avoid turning around to see if he was following her, but she listened intently for any sound behind.

She didn’t know him well enough to know how he was going to react.  Would he follow her?  Would he carry out his threat?  Her mind was racing as she mentally ran through the possibilities. How long did she have to get back to her room, collect her bags and get as far away from him as possible?

Xander was stunned and unable to move for a second or two. What the hell? She had looked terrified and he berated himself for being a bastard as he launched himself across the room. He threw the door open and saw her retreating back.

“Angel, stop!”

She cast a quick panic struck glance over her shoulder before increasing her speed down the corridor, each step taking her further away from him.  Shit! What a bloody mess.

He was going to have to follow her and try to put things right, but there was no way he was going to be caught running through the hotel after her.  The hotel staff would love that spectacle, no doubt, but he was determined not to become fodder for the gossip mill again.  He stayed poised in the doorway, ignoring the speculative glances flung in his direction by passers by, until she turned the corridor.

Once she was out of sight he pulled the door shut behind him and set off after her, his gait measured and controlled, he stalked her shadow.  Had his quip about spanking set off the panic that had caused her to run?

As he made his determined way through the corridors of the hotel, he thought back to her file.  He recalled mention of a court case where she had been the victim of assault.

He was an idiot! He had threatened to spank her. In the circumstances it was no wonder she had run.  She wouldn’t have seen spanking as a form of erotic foreplay, she would have seen it as a threatened assault. No wonder she had taken off like a scared rabbit. He reached the elevators just as the doors closed and he stood to watch as the light indicated a stop at her floor.  Frustrated at the delay he raked his fingers through his hair as he awaited the arrival of the next elevator. He was full of self-loathing and sick to his stomach at the thought of how distressed she must be. He doubted she’d willingly give him the chance to apologize.


How does my work differ from others of its genre? 

I think my books have a very romantic feel and can be enjoyed by all romance readers, even those who would not normally read a BDSM themed book. I don’t write hardcore BDSM, if I’m honest, I wouldn’t know where to start. I would say my books have a very light, slightly naughty, BDSM theme with a high quota of passion.

I like traditional romance. I want a Happy Ever After ending, but I also love a bit of spice!


Why do I write what I do?

I love romance, pure and simple.

I want to pick up a book and take a magical journey to fantasy land!

There’s nothing better than curling up with a good book, which makes you feel great, and has a happy ending.  Now I write my own as I can guarantee I will get the outcome I want!  How selfish of me…

I want to be able to give my readers the satisfaction of seeing the story develop, to have them warm to the characters and empathise with them as they struggle to reach their happy every after.  I want them to be in love with the main characters and routing for them all the way.  I want them cheering them on when they reach their happy ever after.


How does my writing process work?

I’ve got to hold my hand up – I’m lazy!

Ideas come to me at the oddest times; I can be baking, ironing or just driving when an idea will pop into my head.  I’ll rush to the keyboard and type a snippet or two to save the concept. I may not look at it again for a week or two, but during that time I am building the story in my head, adding to the original idea and expanding the plot.

I rarely sit down and write out a plot or character analysis. I am definitely a ‘by the seat of my pants’ writer who just likes to sit down and let the words flow.

There is no point whatsoever in my sitting down and trying to write some steamy sex scene when I’m not feeling romantic. I definitely have to be ‘in the mood’ and caught up in the romance and passion of what I am writing, that being the case I’m sure you can understand that my writing tends to come in ‘spurts’!☺ No pun intended!

I have a wonderful editor, who pushes me in the right direction and keeps me on the straight and narrow. She’ll soon rap my knuckles if I veer off at a tangent and she helps to keep me focused.  I have a tendency to work late at night – the quiet hours when the rest of the house is asleep – which works well with my editor as she is on the other side of the Atlantic. I also think better during those quiet nights.


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