What Goes On Tour (Part 3)

Hi sexy readers! Follow the link to Part 3 of my saucy tale of rock stars and the ladies who love them.

If you missed them, read Part 1 and Part 2.

WARNING: This is erotica. I haven’t included an excerpt here, as the – erm – climax of this story gets pretty steamy.

Here’s a pic of my muse, just asking for trouble by being half-naked with a guitar. ;)

Photo courtesy of Richard Booth

Photo courtesy of Richard Booth

Is that really..? Yes, it is. The Pineapple.

Talking to a fellow blogger about weird buildings reminded me of this craziness, just outside my village. Folks, I give you…The Pineapple!

Photo by Karen Soutar

Photo by Karen Soutar

I love follies. And this must be the folly of follies. It looks strange enough now – goodness knows what people thought when it was first appeared. Then again, it was built by a member of the aristocracy, and everyone knows they’re mad, always have been. ;)
The Pineapple is a summerhouse, built for the 4th Earl of Dunmore. In 1777, Lord Dunmore returned from serving as Governor of Virginia, where sailors would put a pineapple on the gatepost to announce that they were home. Lord Dunmore, who liked a joke, announced his return more prominently.

Photo courtesy of gentles.info

Photo courtesy of gentles.info

Here’s the official National Trust for Scotland page.

And…you can stay there! The Landmark Trust book it out for holidays. How cool is that?

The Pineapple overlooks a large walled garden, which is open to the general public. It’s a lovely place for a walk, and to take photographs, or draw or paint. I often go for a stroll there. The old curling pond on the estate is home to the rare Great Crested Newt. I’ve never been lucky enough to see one, but I’ll keep looking!

Photo courtesy of animalspot.net

Photo courtesy of animalspot.net

If you ever find yourself on the A905 between Airth and Dunmore, look out for the signs for The Pineapple. It’s not visible from the road, but wind your way down the track through field and wood and you’ll be rewarded with some secret Scottish strangeness!

What Goes On Tour (Part 2)

Hey there you frisky readers! I posted Part 1 of this story last week. Here’s Part 2. Follow the link and dive in.

WARNING: This is erotica. I haven’t posted an excerpt, as it gets a little hot – okay, a lot hot. ;)

Part 3 on its way soon.

In the meantime, here’s a rather tasty photo. Not my usual muse, but definitely inspirational.

Credits to whoever took this stunning photo. Feel free to own up if it was you!

Credits to whoever took this stunning photo. Feel free to own up if it was you!

What Goes On Tour (Part 1)

A new piece of naughtiness has emerged. I wrote this story a while ago, intending it for a magazine that never quite happened. I decided it was time for it to see the light of day. It was inspired by my rock star muse, my *ahem* naughty past, and of course my overactive imagination.

WARNING: This is erotica – although Part 1 doesn’t get too steamy. Things will hot up in Parts 2 and 3!

This excerpt is fairly safe. Follow the link if you want more.


This was the night, I decided as I watched him. We had been flirting for weeks, all the way through the tour, in fact. There were only a few days to go, so now was the perfect time.

There were a few ladies milling around, hoping against hope. But it was me on the receiving end of his brilliant smile as I waved a beer at him from across the room. That smile, and those ocean blue eyes of his – they were going to get him into trouble. At least they would if I had anything to do with it.

The after-show party was winding up. In a moment, it would be back to the hotel. I didn’t want to run the risk of him slipping through my fingers. I had done too much preparation, both in the way I was dressed, and in my room, for that.

As he walked over to me and I handed him the beer, I caught him glancing at my cleavage. I had chosen my dress – and my underwear – for maximum effect. And convenience, but that was for later. When he realised I had clocked him staring, his gaze swiftly changed direction. Cute.

“I love your boots,” he remarked. I did a little twirl, showing them off. Of course he liked them – they were knee-high, lace-up black leather, with a four inch stiletto heel. Very rock chick, together with my long black dress, which clung in all the right places. I gave him a wink by way of thanks.

“So,” I said, as I clinked bottles with him, “How about we finish these, and instead of you hopping on the bus, I give you a lift back?”

“Uh-huh?” I heard the unspoken question in his voice.

“Then how about instead of saying goodnight, you come back to my room?” I didn’t say more, letting my expression speak for itself.


Read more here, if you’re feeling frisky… ;)

(Photo credits to Irene Nocentini. Photo is cropped.)

(Photo credits to Irene Nocentini. Photo is cropped.)

Happy Belated 2nd Blogiversary To Me!

Good grief, it’s been a month since my last blog post. A month! I know I said I wasn’t going to be posting as much due to work commitments and whatnot, but really…

I did catch a horrible bug 3 weeks ago, which wiped me out. Only felt properly better this week, so that’s my excuse. Every time I sat down to write it felt like my head was stuffed with cotton wool. How is this different from normal? – Long-suffering hubby ;)

Also, my mum has decided to move out of the big old house she’s rattling around in, into a lovely bungalow. Hubby and I have been helping her pack, choose new furniture (she’s enjoying that bit!), and generally get ready for the move.

My 2nd Blogiversary has come and gone! Poor thing, it didn’t get a cake, a couple of candles, or even a card. So: Happy 2nd Birthday, My Blog.

Did I achieve what I wanted to in my 2nd year of blogging? Hmm, let’s see:

Write more short fiction and flash fiction, to post on my blog and other blogs.
Yes! I did that. It’s petered out a bit recently, but I still managed to write a lot of short stories last year. And I have many more unfinished/in need of editing. :)

Submitting the above to magazines and anthologies.
I didn’t do as much submitting as I hoped to, but I did do some. I was pleased to have a flash fiction story in December’s issue of The Sirens Call eZine ‘Scriptum in Morte’. Read my short story of Death, plus many others, here: http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_December2014.pdf

Blog at least once a week.
This went well until the beginning of this year, when work schedules and commitments changed. I’m going to keep blogging, hopefully every 2 weeks (if you don’t count this last month!)

Working on my novel.
Umm, aah. This is the one that hasn’t happened. I have looked at it, and I’m coming to the conclusion that I need to make some large-ish changes to the story. I planned it, and starting writing it, before I began my blog, learnt so much from you guys, and did my Creative Writing course. In the light of what I know now, revising is required. I don’t know when I’ll get back to it at the moment – but that’s okay. I started this writing malarkey for fun, and it’s going to stay fun. Other stories need to be told, so novel is on the back burner for now, simmering.

I did also complete my Open University Creative Writing course, which I enjoyed very much. I wouldn’t rule out further study (if you’d said to me a few years ago that I’d go back to Uni, I would’ve laughed in your face), so it shows how much things can change.

Aims for this year? Well, until my mum is moved and her house is sold, I can see this year continuing in a similar way to the last few months. I’ll try to keep up my blog, post some fiction occasionally, and maybe submit some more pieces for publication. I hope to be able to change my schedule in the 2nd half of the year to include more writing again, but let’s not count those pesky chickens!

Pic courtesy of perezsolomon.com

Pic courtesy of perezsolomon.com

I also hope to start keeping up with everybody else’s blogs and writing again. I’m off to get reading your posts now. Byeee! :D

Stronger Within —-the dream’s come true!

Karen Soutar:

Hey, everyone! I know I’ve been absent from this blogging world for a while (more on that later), but I just had to return to let you know about my friend Coral’s debut novel. Read her post to find out all about it, and how it came to be written – then go buy the book! ;) I can wholeheartedly recommend it.

Originally posted on coralmccallum:

Well, the day is finally here! The wait is over!

(My hands are trembling a little with nervous excitement as I write this.)

Book Baby has been born!


Stronger Within, my debut novel (eek!) is live in the Kindle Store on Amazon for the all the world to see. (Takes deep breath…..)

Actually seeing it on there, with my name and a price tag beside it, has stirred a plethora of emotions within me – a bit like childbirth does, to continue with that analogy.

The last few days have been an emotional rollercoaster. Despite my best laid plans – I had the whole week off work to complete the final edit and preparations – Mother Nature threw a spanner in the works. For the first time in almost twenty years, I was ill and spent two days in bed and another under a blanket on the couch – flu!…

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RIP Sir Terry Pratchett

A great writer left us for the next chapter today. His writing makes me laugh – and cry, often at the same time. He will always be one of my biggest influences. A man who loved cats, and witches, and theatre, and music, and werewolves, and dragons, and who wrote powerful women. I will miss having new works to read, but what an amazing legacy he has left the world.
Goodbye, Sir Terry. I’m sure you and Death are having a curry, surrounded by cats, in a dodgy Discworld cafe. Give Binky a sugar lump from me.