Katy Lilley—romance with sass

Hello, and welcome to this week's (not so) #SexySnippets From a WIP about Maisie, a friend of Bryony who we first met in New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett ~~~ "I'm in love and it hurts like crazy. I mean me, who always swore love was for idiots, and well you and yours, head over heels, lust, like and love and I don't want it.' 'Why on earth not?' 'Well it's who it is for a start that makes it even worse than just falling for a normal but sexy batshit hot fella with a hot as hades ass, and no it's not a woman, that might be better.' 'Oh god not the vicar's horse, I know it's said to have a good rear.' 'Nope not that you ninny, the vicar...the new to the parish, oh my god, or lord, oh hell can I swear about a rev bloke, who I have to admit I've met before and boy he's good in bed, man of the cloth clergy, this village's new stairway to heaven, or probably in my case to hell, and shit I said all...

Hi All, as I'm working on Lottie's story—who you met in to New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett—I thought I'd do a tease from there. It's not a follow up, and both stories are independent stand alones but if you've read Bryony (and if you haven't it's on Amazon) you'll know Lottie... wink Set in glorious Devon, Lottie's life has turned on its head. Can she cope? ~~~  Perhaps she could s et up an extra area of the shop? Of course it would mean the village knowing what she was selling, and pawing over her Jimmy Choos and spare Mulberry, but she’d have to suck that up. If she could get a percentage of the sale price then that would be a nice little boost to her income. Her mind raced ahead. If Maddie agreed.   If anyone bought anything. The villagers might not, but perhaps the tourists might? ~~~~~ Catch the other #SexySnippets here Have a great week, love Katy xx

Last tease from New Beginnings for Bryony Bennett (Next week I'll tease you with Lottie...Or Amanda...or... wink ) (Bryony is moving from the city to the countryside) The last lap - a tiny track - was not really designed for overloaded geriatric sports cars that were fondly called Milly. Named after her godmother, who had said the vehicle was as creaky as she was, the car protested with every ill-used spring grating like a fingernail on a chalkboard. Poor thing, it sounded as aching as her back felt. Long journeys in clapped out cars, especially one towing a trainer—albeit a small one—weren’t pleasant, but it was all she had. Hold on, I can buy a new one now. Not a sports car though. Stupid though it sounded, it would be like a slap in the face to Milly…or was that a thump on the bonnet? Either way, this lane, all half a mile of ruts and furrows, wasn’t suitable for much less than a four by four, or one of those things that had its chassis jacke...

Hi again. Welcome to this weeks #SexySnippets. Where this week, Bryony is wondering just why now When Bryony Bennett’s godmother dies and leaves her a huge inheritance, Bryony jumps at the chance to get away from it all and start again. She packs up her life and moves into the (almost) idyllic Cliff Cottage…only to find that starting over is never quite as simple as you imagine. Faced with grumpy neighbours, hostile locals and more than her fair share of disasters, Bryony embarks on a mission to make sure her new life is everything she wants it to be…but will she ever win over the locals and truly be happy in her new life? And your seven sentences.  Oh grief, damp knicker alert as Maisie would say. Then, she remembered, she didn’t actually have knickers on, as she hadn’t been able to find a clean pair and the cheese grater thong her mum had given her for Christmas—‘to bring you up to date, love’—which she discovered in with th...