Only a couple of days left before my next book is out! So here’s one last sneak preview of the kinds of things you can find in it:

“Let’s take a walk down the garden,” I said, taking her hand before she had a chance to answer.

She giggled and her chest bounced.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” she said.

“That’s the plan.”

I led her down the grass lawn and we inspected the few wild flowers that grew within it, taking our time to reach the other end. The fence that stopped us at the bottom had a wooden gate in the centre.

“This looks like it could go somewhere fun,” I said, opening the catch. I felt a tug of resistance from her hand in mine.

“I don’t want to go too far from the house. Not like this,” she said, but her eyes flashed with excitement.

“We won’t go too far,” I promised.

She giggled again and followed me through the gate.

“This is very silly,” she said as we walked along the edge of a field that was obviously a footpath, a hedgerow on one side of us to guide our way.

We slowly descended into the valley and at the end of the field passed through another gate. The lit windows of the cottage were visible further up the hill and as our eyes were accustomed to the twilight I decided we had enough time before full darkness to lead Kathy on some more.

We walked for ten minutes, Kathy sometimes giggling and staying close to me, her breasts brushing against my upper arm as she stayed close. I was close to turning back when I heard running water from just below us.

“There must be a stream,” I said, leading Kathy down yet further.

It was a picturesque bubbling stream that ran along the bottom of the valley, and a well-made path that our stony trail joined onto. A bench had been placed opposite the junction, looking out over the water as it bubbled over small stones. It was as if it had been made for us.

“Come,” I said, leading Kathy around the bench and taking a seat, “Before we have to climb back up again.”

“I thought you were going to keep leading me astray for a minute there,” she said. We were maybe half a mile from the cottage, and half a mile from Kathy’s clothes. It was like a dream come true.

The Naked Girl I Met In The Woods will be listed on my Amazon page as soon as it’s out.

My newest book, The Naked Girl I Met In The Woods, is out in about a week’s time, and I have to say: I am in love with the cover image.

So that’s the cover, and the words are coming soon. Here’s a few more of them to keep you going:

And there she was. Sitting cross-legged on her coat on the ground, hidden from most angles by the bushes around her and with her back to a tree, with her wellington boots neatly placed beside her.

She was entirely naked without her wellies. I’d never seen her entirely naked.

Samuel sat directly in front of her, beside her sketchpad on the floor, and she rubbed his head as she talked to him.

“I should have known he’d find me,” she said, looking up at me with a smile.

I couldn’t get over how un-embarrassed she was. The first time I’d seen her she’d had her sketchpad on her knees and an arm over her breasts. Now she seemed uncaring about her nudity, and sitting cross-legged… I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman so exposed, not outside of Internet porn. (And Internet Porn isn’t something I really care for.)

“I… uh….” I was lost for words.

“I decided to come out after all,” she said, “I didn’t want to bother you with a message, though.”

She didn’t realise that a message from Alison was the one thing I’d wanted to happen all weekend.

“I… uh….” I was trying not to stare. It was impossible.

“Samuel’s been having fun, I see.” She held out her hand, streaked with grime and muddy from rubbing his head. He looked up at me as if he knew he’d done his job in finding her.

“What…. what are you drawing?” I asked, forcing myself to look at the sketchpad. Anything but stare at Alison’s body.

Look out for it on my Amazon listing page.

After a very long dry spell, I finally have a new novel almost ready to release. It’s called The Naked Girl I Met In The Woods and is about an advertising executive, named Phillip, who is out walking his dog, Samuel, when he encounters a young woman, Alison, sitting naked in a clearing with a sketchbook across her knees.

This proves to be the first of many encounters, with Alison in many various states of undress, and although Phillip always wants to spend more time with Alison, it’s the effect on his marriage that is more surprising as he pushes his wife Kathy to increasingly daring heights.

Here’s how it starts anyway:

Samuel always found somewhere new in the forest. No matter how many times I’d walked these paths, or how sure I was that I’d seen every single clearing or lakes or pond to be found, there was always a new sight to be discovered. He might not have the strength of the legendary Samuel, since my Samuel was quite a small dog, but Samuel the Spaniel had a very good nose, and on long Sunday afternoon walkies he would take me roaming far and wide.

Today, however, Samuel led me to something very special indeed. And if I’d seen her earlier, or if I hadn’t been with Samuel, I probably would have turned around and pretended I hadn’t. But Samuel was already making friends, nuzzling her as she looked around anxiously, a sketchpad on her knees, a collection of pencils beside her, green wellington boots on her feet and not a stitch of clothing. She obviously hadn’t brought much with her either as just a green army surplus jacket separated her buttocks from the rough bark of a fallen tree.

As she saw me she put one arm across her breasts, a pencil still between her fingers, and stroked Samuel’s head with her free hand. Her knees were pressed together and the sketchpad across her lap offered at least a modicum of modesty.

“Sorry,” I called over, pretending not to be fazed by her nakedness, “He really likes making new friends.”

“Me too,” she said, smiling at the eager Spaniel, “But I have to admit I thought I was far enough from the path not to meet anyone else right now.”

She looked suddenly sheepish, the ridiculousness of a forty-something man stumbling across a pretty twenty-something naked girl in the middle of the woods starting to get the better of both of us. I tried not to stare, but she was so pretty, and so vulnerable, and as she smiled and her blue eyes shone it was as if a ray of light had found its way through the canopy to light her and only her. Or only her and Samuel, perhaps.

It’ll be out in a week or so’s time on Amazon Kindle, along with the rest of my books here.