Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who only found erotic romance about ten months ago. Before that she read sexy romance, skipping the plot looking for the ‘good bits.’ Since then she have written and obtained 14 contracts of varying lengths with erotic romance and erotica. She absolutely LOVES reading and writing it! She have two other jobs, kids and a hubby too, but writing is a passion that she has to indulge, for fear of insanity.
M/M is a passion of hers so even in her menage stories, there is always M/M. Female domme is a fun one to write too, but she is open to all genres. One step at a time she is learning to read more and write more. Soon she’ll have stories published in every sub genre of erotic romance – or that is her aim anyway.
For now, enjoy these excerpts from her latest releases. Perhaps you can visit her website for links to more stories and excerpts with a higher heat level than we can publish here.
http://www.tamsinbakererotic.com/
M/M is a passion of hers so even in her menage stories, there is always M/M. Female domme is a fun one to write too, but she is open to all genres. One step at a time she is learning to read more and write more. Soon she’ll have stories published in every sub genre of erotic romance – or that is her aim anyway.
For now, enjoy these excerpts from her latest releases. Perhaps you can visit her website for links to more stories and excerpts with a higher heat level than we can publish here.
http://www.tamsinbakererotic.com/
Timing is Everything
Excerpt:
Angie jiggled in her chair, shifting forwards and backwards, unable to get comfortable in the plush, expensive seat. She had been looking forward to this night for months, years even. Nervous did not even begin to cover how she was feeling.
A man’s chuckle brought her back to reality and at the same time made her want to smack him for laughing.
“Would you sit still? You’re thirty, not three.”
Angie giggled, her usual inappropriate response when she was nervous. Mark was her boss. They both worked at a large newspaper in the city. He was her senior editor now, though they had worked the ranks together as co-workers for years. He wouldn’t, no couldn’t understand how she was feeling at the moment. He did this all the time for work and leisure. And he also had ample sources of confidence, whereas she was sadly lacking in such stores. It was time to be honest.
“I’m just so nervous.”
Mark laughed again and Angie glared at him. He was the experienced one, wise in the mysterious and exotic world of BDSM.
“I’ll be there to help you, and because of what you’re wearing they’ll know you’re only there to observe, not to participate.”
Angie sighed and looked down at her black, plain clothes that covered almost every inch of available skin. Mark loved this scene, but had told her he didn’t participate. He found it interesting as so many other people did and he had the courage to do something about that interest.
Mark wrote a column on the BDSM scene and Angie had read every word he had ever written. Thanks to him, she knew what to wear, but still didn’t know exactly what to expect. Angie had fooled
herself into thinking she would be okay with something this far out of her comfort zone.
Mark pulled up outside a large house in a quiet family suburb. The house was triple story, if you included the garage, and looked like any other family home. You would never know something was going on nearby except for the multitude of cars lining the street.
“Is this it? Apart from all the cars, it looks so normal.”
Mark laughed and got out of his black SUV. Angie waited as he shut his door and walked around to her side. He had always done this and she wouldn’t be the one to put him off the gentlemanly behavior that was so rare in men nowadays.
“Young lady.”
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/timing-is-everything-by-tamsin-baker/
Angie jiggled in her chair, shifting forwards and backwards, unable to get comfortable in the plush, expensive seat. She had been looking forward to this night for months, years even. Nervous did not even begin to cover how she was feeling.
A man’s chuckle brought her back to reality and at the same time made her want to smack him for laughing.
“Would you sit still? You’re thirty, not three.”
Angie giggled, her usual inappropriate response when she was nervous. Mark was her boss. They both worked at a large newspaper in the city. He was her senior editor now, though they had worked the ranks together as co-workers for years. He wouldn’t, no couldn’t understand how she was feeling at the moment. He did this all the time for work and leisure. And he also had ample sources of confidence, whereas she was sadly lacking in such stores. It was time to be honest.
“I’m just so nervous.”
Mark laughed again and Angie glared at him. He was the experienced one, wise in the mysterious and exotic world of BDSM.
“I’ll be there to help you, and because of what you’re wearing they’ll know you’re only there to observe, not to participate.”
Angie sighed and looked down at her black, plain clothes that covered almost every inch of available skin. Mark loved this scene, but had told her he didn’t participate. He found it interesting as so many other people did and he had the courage to do something about that interest.
Mark wrote a column on the BDSM scene and Angie had read every word he had ever written. Thanks to him, she knew what to wear, but still didn’t know exactly what to expect. Angie had fooled
herself into thinking she would be okay with something this far out of her comfort zone.
Mark pulled up outside a large house in a quiet family suburb. The house was triple story, if you included the garage, and looked like any other family home. You would never know something was going on nearby except for the multitude of cars lining the street.
“Is this it? Apart from all the cars, it looks so normal.”
Mark laughed and got out of his black SUV. Angie waited as he shut his door and walked around to her side. He had always done this and she wouldn’t be the one to put him off the gentlemanly behavior that was so rare in men nowadays.
“Young lady.”
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/timing-is-everything-by-tamsin-baker/
New Release: Hidden Talents
Excerpt:
“You look amazing Amanda, but why did you go all out for this party?”
I laughed at the look on my best friend’s face. Stretching my arms wide, I twirled in my little black dress. My body wasn’t thin by anyone’s stretch of the imagination, but I fit into most size twelves. This dress suited me to perfection.
“You like?”
I couldn’t help laughing as my plumper, shorter friend turned green with envy. I didn’t often get to tease Natalie, but tonight my mood begged for the play.
She frowned again.
“It isn’t just the dress, what’s with the makeup? The hair too?”
I batted my well made up eyelashes and pursed my slicked full lips. Generally considered
pretty, I rarely went to the effort to accentuate my bright blue eyes, clear skin and dark blonde hair. Lately I had been in low spirits, which meant the need to dress up was strong. Never once had it failed to make me feel better.
“I haven’t been out in a while so putting in a little extra work seemed like the thing to do.”
As a tray filled with bite size pieces of sushi passed by us, I began salivating. I absolutely loved finger food, you could eat so much more and also you could try everything. Lucky these events were few and far between or fitting into this dress again anytime soon would be a problem.
“Wow, he is even better looking in real life, check him out.”
http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=603
“You look amazing Amanda, but why did you go all out for this party?”
I laughed at the look on my best friend’s face. Stretching my arms wide, I twirled in my little black dress. My body wasn’t thin by anyone’s stretch of the imagination, but I fit into most size twelves. This dress suited me to perfection.
“You like?”
I couldn’t help laughing as my plumper, shorter friend turned green with envy. I didn’t often get to tease Natalie, but tonight my mood begged for the play.
She frowned again.
“It isn’t just the dress, what’s with the makeup? The hair too?”
I batted my well made up eyelashes and pursed my slicked full lips. Generally considered
pretty, I rarely went to the effort to accentuate my bright blue eyes, clear skin and dark blonde hair. Lately I had been in low spirits, which meant the need to dress up was strong. Never once had it failed to make me feel better.
“I haven’t been out in a while so putting in a little extra work seemed like the thing to do.”
As a tray filled with bite size pieces of sushi passed by us, I began salivating. I absolutely loved finger food, you could eat so much more and also you could try everything. Lucky these events were few and far between or fitting into this dress again anytime soon would be a problem.
“Wow, he is even better looking in real life, check him out.”
http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=603
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