Book Tour: Show Yourself to Me – Queer kink erotica – Xan West

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Show Yourself to Me: Queer Kink Erotica

Author: Xan West

Published by: Go Deeper Press

Type of book: anthology


In Show Yourself to Me: Queer Kink Erotica, Xan West introduces us to pretty boys and nervous boys, vulnerable tops and dominant sadists, good girls and fierce girls and scared little girls, mean Daddies and loving Daddies and Daddies that are terrifying in delicious ways.

Submissive queers go to alleys to suck cock, get bent over the bathroom sink by a handsome stranger, choose to face their fears, have their Daddy orchestrate a gang bang in the park, and get their dream gender-play scene—tied to a sling in an accessible dungeon.

Dominants find hope and take risks, fall hard and push edges, get fucked and devour the fear and tears that their sadist hearts desire.

Within these 24 stories, you will meet queers who build community together, who are careful about how they play with power, who care deeply about consent. You will meet trans and genderqueer folks who are hot for each other, who mentor each other, who do the kind of gender play that is only possible with other trans and genderqueer folks.

This is Show Yourself to Me. Get ready for a very wild ride.”

Out now

Truth is truth: I am not the greatest at reviewing books. Give me any movie and I can probably talk your ears off about it, but when it comes to books… nope. I clam up. Especially when it comes to my own chosen genre of writing – there’s something about reading a work of erotica (be it an anthology or a novel) for review that makes it more into a learning experience for my own writing than a coherent review of a book.

I thrive on curiosity and learning from the words of others, to the point where I don’t really want to share what I have learned in the form of a review – I’d much rather like to show you what I have learned in the form of my next story.

When author Xan West announced that they were looking for bloggers to host the book tour of their new anthology, Show Yourself to Me: Queer Kink Erotica, I knew I wanted to get on board. I’d been following Xan’s blog for some time, gaining glimpses into a world of writing which lay, at first sight, miles and miles away from my own. Xan writes with such eloquence and passion and knowledge about their experiences and how they fit into Xan’s writing (which, if you’ve been following the blog tour to this stop, you will by now no doubt know) that I was more than raring to read the twenty-four stories of hot queer kink between the covers of this book.

And I did say to Xan that I would be reviewing each story seperately. Which was my full intention until I actually read the book and found myself rather lost for words – in a good way. A very, very good way.

Show Yourself to Me is not just an anthology of Xan’s erotica, it’s an anthology of one person’s journey as both a writer and a human being. With the roots of some of the stories dating back fifteen years, Xan has put together a running thread of intense evolution.

And my God… if I had to review each of these twenty-four stories separately, I’d probably have an entire thesis by the end of it. A thesis which would most likely be titled When I Grow Up, I Want to Write Like Xan West.

Deeply considered, politically aware, with characters that are people and not labels. Visceral, honest, real stories – the book opens with a note on content (Xan discusses this, here with Oleander Plume – a must read), a guide to assist you in avoiding what you don’t want to read and seeking out what you do – that don’t shy away from showing all aspects of the kink dynamic, even the uglier sides. Intelligent erotica, grounded in real life. Writing that grabs you by the collar and stays with you for long after. Queer kink which makes you think, long and hard about what you’ve just read.

This is what Show Yourself to Me offers you. It sees the fantasy and shakes its head, choosing instead for reality. It’s raw and glorious and human – and, as Malin James put it, you don’t have to be kinky, queer, trans, dominant, submissive or sexually fluid in any way to relate to these characters or the situations they navigate. You simply have to be a person open to feeling.

And that, right there, is why I want to write like Xan when I grow up.

If you want to read more of Xan, I suggest heading over to Kink Praxis (their blog) – or you can trace the steps of this blog tour to read more about Show Yourself to Me, its stories, the things portrayed in them and the writer themselves.

Or you can read an excerpt from one of the stories – The Tender Sweet Young Thingover here, at Go Deeper Press’s website.

The tour so far…

Buy Show Yourself to Me: Queer Kink Erotica from:

  Go Deeper Press
  Barnes and Noble


Cover reveal – Something Brave by Victoria Blisse

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“You can call me Sir.” Something Brave Cover Reveal

Victoria Blisse’s newest BDSM novella is available for pre-order at Totally Bound now. It’s the story of a shy vanilla woman and how she meets the only man she’s ever wanted to submit to. Felicity discovers her kinky side with the help of a man she only knows as ‘Sir.’


Blushing, hesitant Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?

Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.

She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub, who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, becoming braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.

Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?

General Release Date: 17th November 2015


“Oh, I think of you all the time, Felicity. When I’m meant to be concentrating on the figures, one…” She felt an explosion of heat just above her belly button a second after he paused, and she gasped and pulled her stomach in.

“Two.” Another drop landed a little higher, between her ribs, and she felt the two hot impact spots melting together into a river of warmth.

“Well, you get the idea.”

She heard the mirth in his voice. He was enjoying watching her squirm. Another drop of wax splashed between her breasts. The impact burned, and she writhed against her bonds. It wasn’t nice, it wasn’t pleasant, but the warmth and the condensing pull of the cooling wax was strangely sensual. She wanted more as much as she wanted it to stop.

“I think of you over breakfast, whenever I see a pretty item of jewelery, when I look out of my office window, when I touch my desk. I see you there, stretched out and eager for your spanking. I think about you when I pick up my briefcase, when I loosen my tie. All the time, Felicity. You’re always on my mind.”

She heard a rasp, sensed movement beside her. Had he put the candle down?

“I get overwhelmed by thoughts of you all the time.”

Another dribble landed at the top of her left breast and the drop turned into a stream that burned a trail down to just before her nipple. She clenched her teeth, expecting the burning to explode on her sensitive nub, but it didn’t. She relaxed.

“Another confession, Felicity. When I think of you, I get turned on.”

You can Pre-order Something Brave from Totally Bound now, Early download will be available on the 20th October exclusively at my publisher’s site and general release is the 17th November.


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  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 , Twitter  and Pinterest

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Best Erotic Romance of the Year is out now!

I am very pleased to announced that Best Erotic Romance of the Year, edited by Kristina Wright and published by Cleis Press, is out and available for you to buy and gush at. It’s an anthology full of sensual, romantic, funny and awesome treats. Authors include Alchemi xii‘s Tamsin Flowers, shiny new stars Jade A. Waters and Malin James, legends like Annabeth Leong, Sommer Marsden and Emerald…

and little old me, actually!

My story, Mates, is my take on one of my favourite tropes: the best friends who may or may not have a bit more going on between them. At the start, Sam and Lara, inseperable since their university years, are both bemoaning their lack of luck in the love department. Sam has the inspired/batshit crazy idea of spending Valentine’s Day together, which triggers all kinds of things, really.

Here’s a little excerpt for you to enjoy.

Sam and I had been inseparable for nearly ten years now. We met when I was 21, freshly dumped by an absolute tosspot. In a fit of heartbroken pique, I went to a bar to get absolutely blind drunk and fuck the first thing in sight. The first thing in sight just happened to be Sam Moran. He had a side job as a barman and as I stumbled up to him, cheeks stained with running mascara, he looked concerned. Or possibly terrified.

“I need the strongest booze you’ve got.” I said, trying to come over bold as brass but ending up a bit south of vexed kitten.

Sam sized me up. “Are you sure it’s booze you want?”

“Well, I’ve just been dumped by the love of my life, and I’m in a shitty dive bar in Brixton at one in the morning, looking like the lost member of KISS. So, yeah, booze me up.”

“Right. I’ll see what I can do for you.”

He rumbled around on the shelves and produced a bottle of something I’d never even seen before. Mind you, I wasn’t exactly down with the alcohol back then, so it could have just been vodka. But for whatever reason, I was trying to sound a bit harder than I felt.

“Is this the strongest you’ve got?” I said, my voice a wobbly mess between cold and hard and ‘please give me a hug’.

“Well, I don’t know, ma’am.” he drawled, his voice a thick honeyed layer of Western gunslinger. I’m just a humble temp trying to keep up my equally humble student wages.”

“Fuck off, Cowboy Slim.”

“Actually, it’s Sam. And for what it’s worth, any guy who makes you feel this shit is not even fit to put a pinkie on your quiver, let alone be the love of your life.”

“A pinkie on my quiver? What kind of a euphemism is that?”

“Archery. A quiver is what you keep your arrows in. Ah, never mind. You get my point, right?”

My determination to get off my tits on alcohol wavered and I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. He was possibly the most awkward person I’d ever met, but there was something about him that made me feel… well, okay about myself.

“Now, that’s a bloody good laugh. Dirty as fuck.” Sam said, as he poured me a Coke.

“As am I.” I said, before I could hold myself back. I covered my mouth in embarrassment. “Oops. Lara. That’s my name.”

“Nice to meet you, Oops Lara.”

I didn’t end up on top of him that night. But if you think about it, it was only natural that we became inseparable. We talked about everything that night, from our hatred for queuing and our shared love of Paul McGann’s Eighth Doctor. Soon, we were holding hands, giggling over private jokes and cuddling up. And if you think about that, it was only natural that people started asking questions. But we were mates, honestly. Platonic best mates…


And now we were spending Valentine’s Day together. Thinking about it, it was a mystery as to why we hadn’t before. Plenty were the times when both of us were single, alone and bored off our skulls on that day.

Valentine’s was everywhere. Even as I sat down for lunch in our favourite café, all I saw was couples. Coupling all over the place, walking down Oxford Street, hand in hand, arm in arm, occasionally stealing loving glances from each other.

There were hundreds of other people about, of course, but my eyes kept being drawn to couples. And the occasional solo flyer, loaded with bags.

The tall, bespectacled ginger bloke carrying the H. Samuels bag… he would be proposing tonight. Maybe over a dinner at the place they first met. Girl with the blonde hair coming out of the sex shop across the road… maybe a nice corset and a pair of frilly knickers… or a whip and some handcuffs.

I sighed, that weird feeling settling in my chest again. This time, I was sure it was butterflies – partly nerves, mostly a deep longing to hear Sam’s voice, telling me silly stuff. Telling me he… I don’t know. I got out my phone and called him.

“Lara?” he answered, sounding surprised. “ Are you sneaking in calls during work hours again, you cheeky mare?”

“That was once, and it was to my mum! Anyway… I just wanted to see if you’d planned anything massive for our celebrations tomorrow. You know, so I can adequately prepare and primp.”

He chuckled, a bit nervously. “Don’t worry. It’s just going to be at my flat. The two of us, some curry and Die Hard on Netflix or something. Nothing surprising. No primping required.”

My heart sank deep into my pumps. “Oh, right.”

“You sound almost disappointed, Laz.”

“Oh no. Die Hard and a curry. Wonderful. Proper mates stuff. I say, what’s all that noise in the background? Are you not at work?”

“I’m just out getting something for a colleague’s leaving do. You know, flowers, something special, and that.”

“Right. Something special. Sounds top tip.”

“I’ve got to go. Bloody queue isn’t moving. Remember, my flat, tomorrow at eight.”

“Tomorrow at mate… ehm, eight! Right, bye!”

As I quickly ended the call, I suddenly felt less keen on my sandwich and more so on mauling a tub of ice cream. I should have been okay with the idea. No surprises, no sudden romantic confessions. Film and curry.

Just mates. Nothing more.


“Happy Cupid Day!”

Betsy sashayed into my office, and deposited a big heart-shaped box on my desk. “It’s the fancy stuff.”

“Aw, you lifesaver! I’m having a bitch of a day so far. Thank you. Sit down. Have a cuppa with me. Or, you know, five.”

“Thank god. I could use a break.” she said, pulling up a chair and delving into the chocolates. “So, how are the preparations for Definitely Platonic Valentine’s Evening going? Is Boots out of condoms yet?”

“We’re not going to shag! And, don’t ask. Really. It’s quite bad.”

“What’s Brothario got planned for you, then?”

“One, that’s a terrible, terrible word. And two… well, nothing special. Genuinely nothing special.”

“Define nothing special?”

“A night of curries and Netflix. That’s it.”

Betsy blinked. “That’s… that’s really it?”

“Yes. For Valentine’s Day, we’re eating Tandoori and watching Die Hard. Like he said, just something between mates.”

Betsy raised an eyebrow. She looked like she was mulling over the idea, making faces and noises as she went along. It started to irritate me.

“What? What are you thinking?”

“Well, he’s obviously lying his face off, because he fancies you and tonight’s the night he’s going to tell you.”

I snorted. “Right. And you know this how?”

“Oh, come on Lara! Think it through. Think it through very thoroughly, and don’t give me that spiel about men and women and being just friends. This is not that sort of situation.”

“This is also not a Richard Curtis film!”

“Why must you be so cynical? Open your heart, and let Valentine’s Day magic blah blah blah! Oh, I must say, I do pick out some quality chocolate.”

Betsy punctuated the sentence with another bite from a truffle. “I mean, if I can get a date on Valentine’s, surely that’s proof that magic happens on days like this.”

I raised my eyebrows. “It’s not the guy from HR, is it?”

“Christ, no. He’s… actually, he’s also a friend of mine. He’s been living abroad and now he’s back in town and wants to take me out.”

“Good stuff. Are you going to buy him chocolate as well?”

“If it gets me into his pants, I’ll fucking buy him a chocolate fountain. Seriously, Lara. Even if you don’t want to see what’s obviously there, Sam might… no, will surprise you. Mark my wise words.”

“Consider them marked.” I said, grabbing for another chocolate but then realizing we’d eaten them all. Betsy and I looked at each other in dismay. “Well… it’s a better lunch than the chicken soup in the cafeteria today.” I eventually said, sighing. Curry and Netflix was actually starting to sound like a sensible idea, God help me.

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Fiction: Relax – Masturbation Monday week 42

Crossposted from my main blog, as promised.


It’s Saturday. I have to keep reminding myself that it’s Saturday and that I’m perfectly okay to ignore the alarm until I can be arsed to get out of bed. Saturday. Day off. Not on call. Nothing to do. No-one to rush out of bed for. No patients to see, no broken limbs to tend to. Just me. Peace, quiet, and me.

I roll over, wrapping myself tightly in the tangled sheets. I haven’t had a day to myself since what feels like the dawn of time. You’d think I’d have forgotten the concept of relaxation entirely in the process. This is awesome. This is bliss itself. I couldn’t wish for anything better.

And yet, as I am telling myself that I’m pretty darn lucky for managing to wrangle a day off, and that I should take this chance to do absolutely nothing for the next 24 hours, my hand somehow managed to find its way to my phone on my bedside table. No messages, no missed calls, no evidence that anybody would have ignored that I was off. I wasn’t needed today. I was okay to take time to myself. Today, a lie-in something of a distant fantasy. I can roll myself into a duvet-fajita and sleep until the afternoon.

Which is why the fact that I’m wide awake and antsy to go at 8.13 AM is particularly annoying me.

Ricky’s not off today. Ricky’s at work, doing things, saving lives or at least learning something about how to save a life. He’s at work, doctoring about. Not naked in bed, wrapped around me like a koala, hard-on firm and reassuring against the small of my back. His warmth is still new, still taking time to get used to, but already I know that when it’s not there, I’m a grumpy sod.

A grumpy, sexually frustrated sod. His warmth is still new, his body is still new, and we’re still new. Still in that phase where your mutual sticky, hot lust for each other is like oxygen. Where his cock is a revelation – the thing that’s been missing from your cunt all this time. Where his whispers in your ear in the throes of ecstasy are your soundtrack in quiet, bored moments.

Goddamnit, Anna, you’re so fucking hot…

I want to go back to sleep. Just for a bit. Just until I get the energy to do something productive.

I’ve been thinking about being inside you all day… oh Christ, you’re so wet…

Relax, Triplett. Just take deep breaths, close your eyes…

Spank me again. Please, spank me again. Feels so good…

My hand’s let go of my phone. Eyes closed, I loosen my grip on the sheets and wriggle my legs free. I let my Ricky-soundtrack play as a guidance, as I spread myself open.

Open your legs for me…

My fingers lazily dip between my labia, trailing slickness over my clit. Images play in my head like a film – images of kissing his neck, letting my fingers run through the curls dusting his chest, lowering my head down to the curls surrounding his cock.

Breathe. Relax… remember how to relax, Anna? Do you want me to remind you?

I need no reminding when he’s around. His hands, his fingers, his tongue, his mouth, his cock… that’s how I relax. That’s how he makes me relax.

With two fingers frigging away at my clit, building up the pace, I reach for the bedside drawer. I need something inside me, something to draw out the pleasure while my fingers play away with  my swollen nub.

Eh… so, I’ve got a little gift for you… hope you don’t mind?

The ELLA he got me as a present a couple of weeks ago is the first thing I can find in the drawer. I grab it, spreading my legs open further. The head feels cold at my entrance, but as I work it in – slowly, steadily, that’s it, good girl – I ease around it. One hand on the dildo, another on my clit. Watch my tension fade away. Watch me relax, my thoughts floating, my body turning liquid along with my cunt.

That’s it… good girl. Fuck, I adore you, Anna…

I’ve got nothing to do all day. No-one to worry about, no work to take care of. Just me.

The thought of it makes me grin, as my body hums with its rising climax. Just me, here in bed. Taking care of myself.

Over and over and over… just relaxing… Relax. Relax, Anna. You’ll be fine.


Events: Smut Luton at The Hat Factory

SmutLuton2Luton’s about to get kinkified…

The Hat Factory in Luton will host the first Smut event of 2015 sponsored by House of Erotica. Smut Events are fun, safe, inclusive days out when erotica & erotic romance readers and writers get together to socialize, exchange ideas and inspire one another.

The theme for Luton is Kinkification. We’ll be adding a little kink to your life with some great workshops, demonstrations and performances. Not to mention the book stall where you can pick up some sexy reading material and the erotic raffle where you’ll be able to win prizes from , and a special something from Smut UK.

Charlie J Forrest will be showing off some rope tricks and answering your questions on getting your lover all tied up.  Zak Jane Keir will be talking about taking your hobbies and giving them a naughty spin for your erotic writing and sexy play. And Victoria Blisse will be exploring all the senses and how they can heighten your sexual arousal on the page and in the bedroom.

We’ve got readings from Lucy FelthouseJennifer Denys, Charlotte HowardBella SettaraCharlie J ForrestMeg PhilipAnna Sky, Cara Sutra and Victoria Blisse that are sure to tempt and tease.

Pick up your tickets at and join the Facebook event page to keep up with all the event news.



Hello, lovely reader! Welcome to my brand new author blog. In case you’re wondering what the heck this is about or who the heck I am, I am Jillian Boyd and I write erotic fiction. I have a personal blog, on which I rant and rave all about sex, love, relationships and the awkward stuff in life, which I have been doing for four years now (blogiversary pending). Recently, I decided to make a new blog for all the author stuff, like promotions and excerpts and spotlights for other authors, so I can keep doing what I’m doing on my other blog and tell you all about my erotic fiction writing adventures here. So, that’s what this place is all about – this is where you’ll hear all about the stories I write, the books I’m in, the authors I love and the things I have learned as a writer of erotica.

If you’re an erotica/erotic romance author interested in swinging by to promote any of your releases, or if you want to talk about an event you’re organizing or an anthology you’re editing, or any project that you want to shout about from the (virtual) rooftops, contact me at jboydwrites at gmail dot com or on Twitter at @JillyBoyd and I will get back to you. So, welcome here. It’s going to be fun.