Author Archives: V.K. Black

About V.K. Black

I write sexy romances, and have had many published - one with Cobblestone Press (called "Lies and Seduction"), one called "Unexpected Places" and published by Escape Publishing, and several published by myself - "Tempting the Billionaire", "How to Deal With a Surprise Penis", and "A Bubbly Holiday".

A Bubbly Holiday: Three Short, Sweet Romances in Tropical Paradise

My anthology of sweet but a smidgen sexy short stories is up on sale – 99 cents!

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Buy Links

Amazon, iTunes, Nook, Kobo, Inktera, Scribd

 

Blurb

Chase away those winter and work blues with these tropical delights.

A Bubbly Holiday ~ Lots of bubbles and a hot temper provide Ellen with her only protection when a handsome intruder bursts into the bathroom of her tropical island resort. But good manners dictate she share the champagne…

Moonstone Magic ~ Caitlyn and her boss Jack had been attracted to each other once, but all that joins them now is work. At a little, wooden beach house in the remote tropics, they see each other with new eyes—although that story about her mum’s moonstones having magic powers is nonsense. Isn’t it?

Lifesaver ~ If you’re going to be saved from certain death, your lifesaver may as well be tall, dark and handsome. That’s what Alexa thought when a gorgeous stranger rescued her from the raging surf. But when she recovers and wants to thank her hero, she can’t find him. Luckily, fate takes a hand.

I’ve joined the Anthology brigade!

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See the first one? Reef Magic by V.K. Black?

Yes, ’tis moi!

Many, many thanks to Annie Seaton who organised the anthology for us.

As it says on Amazon:

Four delightful romances to escape the northern winter and celebrate the down under summer at the beach. Two novellas and two short stories by four well known Aussie authors. Enjoy these heart warming romances and warm up!

You can find At the Beach on Amazon.

Victoria, Your Twenty Minutes Start…NOW!!!

The impetus this month? A variety of objects laid out on the table – gold pen, red address book, pink lipstick, ear phones, mobile phone, car keys. Write about the person who owns the objects, or pick one item to write about.

 

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From where I knelt, I could see a child’s view of the home of my girlhood.

Time had passed so quickly. The crack in the wall made me smile. Mum had been so cross. It had been Erika’s fault of course. She started it. I burst out laughing, although sudden tears trickled down my cheeks.

My mother, my sister, and soon, my home. All gone.

My father? I frowned and swiped at my cheeks. Tomorrow, I’d clean and pack and throw away my childhood. But today…

Half closing my eyes, I became the little, freckled-face girl I’d once been.

“I’ll count to one thousand by fives!”

So I raced through the lounge room and ran, full pelt, into the bookcase. Books fell everywhere. Hurriedly, I reached out to replace them, or Mum would be mad. My eyes caught sight of a small, old, cracked red leather book, hidden within the black covers of an old poetry book. My lips read out the title. The Golden Treasury.

I flicked through the small red covered book that had fallen out. Mum’s faded writing covered the flimsy pages. A name caught my eye. David Clivedon. And a long, long row of numbers.

My sister came thundering up the stairs. I shoved the red book back in its poetic home, straightened the books, and ran.

Today arrived again, my sister’s footsteps fading.

My heart beat hard as I reached once more into the bookcase, my fingers unerringly touching the old poetry book I’d replaced thirty years ago. And there was the address book. With shaking hands, I flipped through the pages. One page fell out and one slightly tore. But I came to the letter ‘C’.

David Clivedon.

Mum had never spoken about what had happened to my father. Her lips had always flattened, and her eyes had grown cold and frosty. Erika had said she remembered him. Sort of. He’d sounded funny, she’d said.

That large group of numbers, I knew now, was an overseas phone number. Trembling, breathless, I picked up the phone and dialled.

“Hello.” An old man’s voice. “This is David Clivedon speaking.”

So I’d rung America, or perhaps Canada.

Now my heart pounded. “This…this is Molly Smith. I used to be Molly Clivedon.”

Long silence, then a soft exhale of air. Relief? Pain? I heard them both, as my father whispered, “Oh, my God.”

 

 

Love Lust and Lipstick Stains

First Chapter Friday

from Love Lust and Lipstick Stains

Many thanks to the wonderful blog Love Lust and Lipstick Stains for publishing the first chapter of my fantasy/sci fi Heavenly Revenge.

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