Can she be redeemed? Is she truly evil…?

HIS DEADLY ROSEnewebookThe antagonist of the SUB ROSA SERIES comes under scrutiny in my latest release, His Deadly Rose, Sub Rosa #6, OUT TODAY!

This is the sixth book in the series and really should be read after books 1-3, Unbind, Unfurl and Unleash. It is my opinion (I’m the author, so I would say this), that you should read all seven books in sequence, because I have designed them to be read this way – and they transition into one another. However, understanding His Deadly Rose is not directly dependent on you having read Dom Diaries (#4) and Worth It (#5).

You won’t understand the impact of THE ROSE if you haven’t read Unbind, Unfurl and Unleash before His Deadly Rose, so MAKE SURE YOU READ Sub Rosa 1-3 before this one!

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It’s important before going into His Deadly Rose that you take time to consider why I called this series Sub Rosa. Historically Sub Rosa means something of the utmost secrecy. In Latin, it literally means, beneath the rose. The rose, aka Claudia Matthews, is a confounding character, one many readers have asked me about. Nobody seems sure of her. She twists things with her words. One minute she has your sympathy, or your attention, and in the next breath she has you hating her and condemning her to hell for all eternity.

Well, this novel – His Deadly Rose – has been designed to change your mind about a lot. Her story is now told from the perspective of someone who loved her. Someone young. Impressionable. But someone not jaded, not stupid – a reliable narrator.

Is there a reason Claudia seems to make sense one minute, and then the next – she has you convinced she’s full of nonsense once more?

There might just be…epilogue ebook

But the final piece of the puzzle will not be revealed until Sub Rosa #7, EPILOGUE, which releases on Valentine’s Day.

Both novels are not to be missed. Trust me!

Please… enjoy.

Sarah x

 

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Charlotte “Lottie” Taylor survived childhood cancer and then spent years feeling at odds with who she was and where her life was heading. A chambermaid at a run-of-the-mill hotel chain, she found escape in her imagination and eventually discovered expression in a sideline dominating men.

She spent nights disciplining her “initiates” and delivering a service their wives often ordered on their behalf. What she didn’t expect was to fall in love when a chance encounter put her in the arms of Noah Yeardley, a man with a history as interesting as her own. The only man to ever dominate Lottie, together they explored their fantasies. Yet the fantasy broke down and Lottie was forced to revisit past issues.

Charlotte’s erotic tale is one of sexual awakening and self fulfilment—a human story of making mistakes, learning to love yourself and finding true love with another.

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The story continues in A Fine Pursuit, a continuation of the story from Noah’s POV.

 

Reviews

It’s a sharply etched portrait of loss, yearning and a quest for sexual fulfilment in the most unlikely places.

This story totally intrigued me. I read night and day and was captivated by Lottie and what drove her in all things.

This is one of the most interesting story lines I have read of an erotic genre read.

A Fine Profession Is Now Perma-Free

A Fine Profession WEBSITE USECharlotte “Lottie” Taylor survived childhood cancer and then spent years feeling at odds with who she was and where her life was heading. A chambermaid at a run-of-the-mill hotel chain, she found escape in her imagination and eventually discovered expression in a sideline dominating men.

She spent nights disciplining her “initiates” and delivering a service their wives often ordered on their behalf. What she didn’t expect was to fall in love when a chance encounter put her in the arms of Noah Yeardley, a man with a history as interesting as her own. The only man to ever dominate Lottie, together they explored their fantasies. Yet the fantasy broke down and Lottie was forced to revisit past issues.

Charlotte’s erotic tale is one of sexual awakening and self fulfilment—a human story of making mistakes, learning to love yourself and finding true love with another.

**FEATURING BONUS MATERIAL**

The story continues in A Fine Pursuit, a continuation of the story from Noah’s POV.

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“A fascinating character study, and a genuine and heartfelt attempt to present the complexities, agonies and ecstasies of human failings, strengths and emotions.”

 

 

Book Six… TBC

Hi guys! Just a swift check-in from me.

I have been stupidly bogged down with editing and stuff lately. Got a busy week of signing stuff off coming up.

Personally, I can confirm my next novel is something very different to anything I have ever done before. I am reluctant to release details at the moment but I can confirm, it is literary/contemporary fiction.

More to come. Until then, check out The Chambermaid. She got a few more reviews this week and I am super pleased that I am reaching various corners of the globe!

Click below and enjoy!

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News and Developments…goodies too!!!!

Oooh, it’s cold. It’s dark outside. It’s not all that nice! My husband works in journalism and is flat-out in the month of November to get you all your Christmas magazines. He hardly sees the light of day. Bless him! I always write something every year for my husband to look forward to reading at the end of this period of slog. Last year it was an unusual one… a 160,000-word action adventure novel, Beneath the Exile, which spanned four decades and several continents.

This year, I will give him something with fewer words but nevertheless, it is still pretty special. I will provide more on that, all in due course. It sure should get published. It’s something with a festive theme… I have a book cover ready and I am editing as we speak. By ze way, it is not erotique… More to come…

I’ve also been busy typesetting other people’s books for publication, editing them, producing covers. So you could say it’s one hectic month and I am so looking forward to Christmas this year! A lovely period of time off with my husband and daughter.

Treat yourself to a double helping of Chambermaid action today for a bargain price of less than £2.70 for the two (A Fine Profession and A Fine Pursuit). Still been getting some great feedback for these erotic stories. You can also still purchase the chambermaid’s short stories for 99pence. Just search Amazon for Bedtime Confessions. (click on the covers on my home page to view these books on amazon).

In other news I have an extra scene I wrote for A Fine Pursuit that I am hoping to release sometime soon! It’s from Charlotte’s POV, though the novel is from Noah’s voice…! A little bonus from our naughty chambermaid. What a year it has been so far.

Catch ya later, Sx

A New Cover for The Chambermaid

Just to let you know, I have a new cover for A Fine Profession… I am much happier with this than the other. Though this is an erotic novel, and the female is a dominant, the cover does not do it justice nor does the synopsis! I never like to ruin the storyline for readers, however. I am so passionate about writing good stories with strong characters that are real.

This is ultimately one woman’s search for something meaningful and… you got it… a love story. You have to read it to believe it and it’s currently on offer on Amazon for a few pence/cents! Click on the cover to be taken to Amazon or just go to my contact page to find my Author Central collection. My novels are growing! Thank you x

P.S. the sequel – the concluding part – is shaping up nicely!!

 

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The first rule of Lottie…. eBook out Friday 12th July

Chambermaid’s Rule No.1

The Ruse

 

 

“Housekeeping!”

The Chambermaid marched into the suite, where a man stood by his bed for the night, freeing the small suitcase that sat atop the mattress of its contents. He glanced sideways, a little nervously, and acknowledged the woman.

He muttered, “Erm, I didn’t…”

“Pardon for the intrusion, sir, we messed up. Your bathroom wasn’t crossed off the list. Seems it didn’t receive the proper cleaning. Every bathroom has to be steam cleaned between guests’ stays.”

“God, listen, it doesn’t matter. I don’t really care about that.”

“Sorry, it’s a health and safety policy. Unless you want another room…”

“Get on with it then,” he grunted, desperate for her to just get out.

“Thanks,” she enthused, grateful. She wheeled in her trolley of cleaning goods, taking it toward the open door of the bathroom. She clattered and clunked about over the kinks in the hotel carpet and heard a barely audible tut escape his mouth. Without him knowing, she was assessing his demeanour and behaviour. She was already getting a picture of the man’s tastes and desires from his almost unreadable body language. Today’s client was an unwitting servant who would not know that he had been set up (his wife had organised Lottie as an anniversary treat).

She dove in the bathroom and as she shut the door, he glanced in her direction again but would not have caught a very good look at her face. She would seem to be a generic hotel-worker-type, with one of those unattractive, bland uniforms, plus lank hair and a colourless face.

In the bathroom, she knew he would hear the low whirring of her portable facial sauna. But to him, it would seem some kind of small machine she used to carry out her “steam-cleaning”. He would imagine so. Why wouldn’t he? Honestly. Why would he believe anything otherwise? She was just a bland hotel cleaner.

She peeked out between the door and saw him sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up his mobile phone and checked it, probably out of fretfulness. His wife had stayed behind at the bar a little longer than she said she would…

Lottie retreated back behind the door and recommenced work. With her face brightened, and hair moist, she looked different already. Radiant. She slicked back her hair. She applied false lashes. Easy. Bright red lipstick. Black eyeliner. She ripped off the baggy uniform to reveal her lingerie beneath. She slipped a pair of heeled shoes out of the cart and replaced her plimsolls with those. She shook her limbs into shape, leaving behind her former hunched demeanour, and became the Chambermaid.

She knew he would be waiting for her to get the hell out of there, finally. He was probably imagining all sorts of scenarios.

He tapped at the door gently and scared her.

“Are you done? If not, it doesn’t matter. In fact, I will pay you to leave right now. Please. My wife is going to be back any moment and this is meant to be a make-or-break night.”

At the ceasing of his desperate pleas, he heard a series of seemingly unfortunate events unfold behind the door. Bottles and towels tumbled down on the poor cleaner and she screeched, before assuring him, “I’m okay, I’m okay! Just had a little scare… Listen, mister, I have got a serious problem on my hands here. Found some cockroaches under the bathmat. Dead ones. You never know when two more may turn up for their funeral, however. This is real bad, mate, you know? Could close the hotel!”

She was desperately trying to remove shampoo from her leather corset.

“Shit!” he shouted.

“Listen, gimme a minute or so while I sort this.”

Behind the door, he had no idea what was going on. All the time, he was being drawn in further to the ruse, forced to occupy himself while he tried to patiently wait out the minutes and seconds this girl was potentially ruining his passionate expectations. She heard him switch on the TV set, apparently attempting to idle himself away with one dreary teatime show after another.

The bathroom door creaked open and she pushed her trolley out, clattering around again. He did not bother to look behind himself. He breathed a huge sigh of relief at her having finally finished her inconvenient hygiene intervention.

The door closed and he muttered with the remote doing his gesticulating, “Thanks love, you done?”

“I most certainly am sir,” she replied, in a deeper, sultrier tone. His ears pricked up immediately. His head spun slowly and all he saw was a sleek body, kitted out in leather and lace, heels and stockings. He saw it all out of the corner of his eye and his trousers stirred. He pieced all the events together and the realisation hit.

“I should have known it was you,” he chuckled. The element of surprise intrigued as much as aroused him.

“Now, sir, now, you have to do exactly as I say, beginning with closing your eyes.”

“Yes Chambermaid,” he agreed, turning the TV off and throwing the remote away. “Tell me what to do.”

“Keep those eyes closed otherwise there will be trouble…” she warned, huskily.

“They’re closed, they definitely, are, closed…”

 

(That’s the first and last time I will ever refer to the Chambermaid in the third person. She is me, was me, and always will be me. However, as we shall see, she is not the entire me…)