My new book, Naked For Alessia, will be out mid-June, and in case you’re wondering what it might be like I hope this look at the cover art (and some of the little preview snippets) will give you an idea. You can also read the beginning story of this pair right here for free.
What do you think?
Here’s another sneak preview from Naked For Alessia, my new book coming out June 2025:
She took another sip of Negroni and continued to study me. I squirmed in my seat, not because I wasn’t used to her staring at my body but because I felt so vulnerable, barely hiding in this oversized chair. I wondered if part of her was still imagining what Katya would look like in my place.
Alessia’s eyes looked past me and moved back and forth and I could tell from the expression in them that she really was thinking the same thing. Here I was naked and she was staring at another woman!
I was about to express some of this outrage when suddenly the other woman appeared beside me, standing right beside my suitcase and the bag containing my clothes. She almost jumped at the sight of me sitting naked in the chair, and I almost jumped out of it. I made to put a hand to my chest but there was no point covering myself and my fingers found themselves fingering my collarbone, a motion which only served to draw Katya’s eyes towards my breasts.
Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times as she looked between Alessia and me, obviously unable to respond to what she was seeing. Alessia looked up at her and smiled, and I was even beginning to feel better about the situation. After all, her first reaction hadn’t been to throw us out.
“I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of naked guests in the hotel,” Alessia said to her.
Look out for some more sneak previews, and a peek at the cover soon!
It’s been a while, but I have a new book coming soon.
It’s a continuation of one of my favourite stories Alessia Takes Me Out, which ended up with a naked scene in a bar. The new story starts with a visit to Vienna and, of course, there are lots of naked scenes, and plenty of new encounters along the way.
A cover preview isn’t ready yet, so the image above is just a teaser. That, plus this excerpt:
“She’s very pretty,” she said, and she bent her head and touched her lips to mine. Her free hand was placed on my chest, and as it moved sideways and down her palm found the edge of my nipple.
“She is,” I agreed.
“And I think quite wild on the inside,” she continued, touching her lips to mine again. Her hand wandered and pressed into my torso. But it was just the lightest of touches, just above my belly button. I was carried away with her kiss for a second before she lifted her head once more and stared into my eyes.
“She could be a wild one,” I agreed. Alessia smiled.
“And I think she has a fantastic body beneath that uniform.”
I gasped as I looked down. Alessia had already unfastened one more button of my cardigan without me noticing, and now she was working on the second.
“What are you doing?” I asked. My cardigan was open down to my stomach, one half flapping open and baring my breast.
“I’m wondering what Katya would look like naked,” Alessia said.
Naked For Alessia should be out mid-June.
It’s been a while since I posted a new story here, so I’ve got one out just in time for Christmas. And very Christmassy it is, telling of a young woman (Louise) who spends Christmas Day with a lesbian couple (Ellie and Kay) after splitting up with her boyfriend. They start playing an adult board game and, well, you can probably guess where it ends up, can’t you? But, as always, it’s the journey not the destination that’s the important thing.
You can read “A Game At Christmas” here.
I hope you enjoy it,
Kara
The Naked Violinist is the newest book in the Naked For Her Art series. It’s about a music student who’s trying to cover her tuition fees by busking outside of the concert hall. After a series of events she ends up with an offer she finds very hard to refuse. Here’s an excerpt:
“Do we get to choose?” he asked.
“For five pounds? Absolutely. As long as it’s for solo violin, of course.”
“No, I mean for fifty pounds. Do we get to choose what you take off?”
I felt suddenly embarrassed, remembering what Trinity had written beneath my own little request message.
“Oh, I’m sorry, a friend wrote that there. For a joke.”
He tilted his head and the note began to head back to his wallet. It was only then that I saw that, yes, it really was a fifty pound note.
“Yes, sorry…” I said quickly, “It’s fine. But you don’t get to choose.”
My eyes were on the note. That was a week’s money in one tip!
“How much would I have to give you if I wanted to choose?” he asked with a half smile.
“It… depends what you’d choose, I guess,” I said nervously.
“I’m just joking,” he said, suddenly relaxing and dropping the fifty pounds into my case. “It was my wife’s idea.”
The Naked Violinist is out now on Amazon.
I’ve been busy working on the next story in the Naked For Her Art series. The latest addition is called The Naked Violinist and tells of a music student who’s trying to cover her tuition fees by busking outside of the concert hall. After a series of events she ends up with an offer she finds very hard to refuse.
“Do we get to choose?” he asked.
“For five pounds? Absolutely. As long as it’s for solo violin, of course.”
“No, I mean for fifty pounds. Do we get to choose what you take off?”
I felt suddenly embarrassed, remembering what Trinity had written beneath my own little request message.
“Oh, I’m sorry, a friend wrote that there. For a joke.”
He tilted his head and the note began to head back to his wallet. It was only then that I saw that, yes, it really was a fifty pound note.
“Yes, sorry…” I said quickly, “It’s fine. But you don’t get to choose.”
My eyes were on the note. That was a week’s money in one tip!
“How much would I have to give you if I wanted to choose?” he asked with a half smile.
“It… depends what you’d choose, I guess,” I said nervously.
“I’m just joking,” he said, suddenly relaxing and dropping the fifty pounds into my case. “It was my wife’s idea.”
The book will be out soon and listed on my Amazon author’s page.
I’ve published a new short story about an all-girl band’s album photo shoot that takes an “unexpected” twist. “Unexpected” unless you’re a reader of ENF/CFNF stories, of course. It’s called Bluegrass And Bare Skin. Here’s a little excerpt:
“Fantastic!” Dave called across to us, “The more ragged Lyla’s clothes the sexier she’s getting.”
“That’s not the point!” I called back.
“Pop a jean button or two,” Cassie told Stacey.
“Do not do that,” I said, turning to Stace and continuing to struggle.
She reached around my waist and I kicked my legs to try to upset her grip, but Liv wrapped her arms around me and lifted me clear of the ground so that Stacey could unbutton my jeans. She slid the fly halfway down and then gave the waistband a yank until the jeans stuck on my hips, just above my knicker line.
You can read the rest of Bluegrass And Bare Skin here, and if you like the story then you’ll love my latest book Stripped By The Queen Of Pop, available for the Kindle.
There’s no doubt about it: being the lead singer of probably the biggest all-girl bluegrass bands in the country makes me feel like I’m the sexiest musician on the planet. Looking around at the band and seeing the girls in corsets and push-up dresses, and then looking at the audience and seeing the men not knowing which of us to ogle first, always makes me feel like I had all the power in the world. The rest of the band says I let it go to my head, and I say: so what?
Now the time had come to expand past our loyal live audience base; to cut a record. And a great record it was too, full of heart and soul and grit, and sounding every bit as sexy as when we played live.
The second book in my “Naked For Her Art” series is out now!
Stripped By The Queen Of Pop starts with the story of a photoshoot, told from the perspective of a young up-and-coming pop star named Zoe, as she is slowly talked into revealing more of herself than she could have believed was possible during a photoshoot with an established female artist.
Chrissy, the eponymous “Queen Of Pop”, uses the photos to promote their new single and the unwitting Zoe finds her naked photos pinned to the walls of bedrooms around the world. She sets out to get her own back, only to succumb to Chrissy’s charms once more.
As the relationship between the two women grows Zoe becomes more accustomed to her role, but is there a twist in the tale to come?
Stripped By The Queen Of Pop is out now for the Kindle!
It’s been over six months since The Naked Girl I Met In The Woods, and I’m close to publishing another ENF story as a novella.
It’s called Make Me A Star and is details one afternoon and evening in the life of a young British actress who arrives in Hollywood and, as if you couldn’t guess, she finds herself in a difficult situation, yet full of opportunities. Every instinct tells her she’s getting herself in too far, but with the prospect of a first big name movie role, what wouldn’t she do?
It’s intended to be the first of a series of novella’s and short stories in a “Naked For Her Art” series. A handful have already been written (first and second draft!) so I can be confident in say it will happen. When it will happen is another question…
In the meantime, look out for “Make Me A Star” in a few weeks time. Here’s a little sneaky peak:
“Chantelle?” Marie said, “Can you find Elaine some nice earrings?”
I didn’t think there was much wrong with my small studs. Plus, if I was getting earrings to wear, why couldn’t I just get a goddamn dress? But I didn’t want to be “prudish”. No, of course not, nothing so prudish as to be wanting to wear clothes the first time I went to some goddam stranger’s house. This was quite a ridiculous place, I was beginning to realise.
Chantelle disappeared inside and Marie followed her, leaving me with Patrick. The air felt suddenly heavy as we stood in silence for a second.
“This has been an interesting afternoon,” I said. He laughed.
“Things are different here,” he said, “But you seem to be adapting just fine.”
I didn’t feel just fine but if I was pulling off the pretence then I guess that was just as good.
“I think he likes you, Tony,” he continued, “Although I don’t know if he’s seen you in anything.”
“Well, he’s seen me in nothing,” I said, flapping my arms. Patrick laughed, stared at my body for a second, and then looked away. A warm flutter stirred inside of me again.
“Anyway,” Patrick said, “I’ll get the car out.”
Kara Bryn 