CHASTITY FLAME
Series: A Chastity Flame Adventure, book one
Author: K.A. Laity
Length: Novel
Content Advisory: sexually explicit, occasional violence
Genre: Thriller, Erotic Spy Thriller, Erotic Espionage, Romantic Suspense, Erotic Romance

If she only scorches, you’re lucky…

Chastity Flame works for a nameless organisation. You won’t hear about the work she does either. But if you run into her, you won’t be able to resist trying your luck. Maybe it’s her amber eyes, or maybe it’s her dangerous curves. Whatever it is, you’ll be in for a memorable night — as long as you’re not on her “to-do” list.

Chastity Flame loves her job as a secret government operative. She foils criminal masterminds, travels the world, and finds new lovers in every city. When she meets art historian Damien Michelet in front of one of her favourite paintings, she discovers there’s more to life than just lust (although there’s plenty of that, too).

But Chastity doesn’t have time to think about what this sexy distraction. Her job is amusing herself with various lovers across the continent in an effort to try and uncover a vast computer virus scheme that will destabilise European currency.

Saving the world is hard work — it can be lonely, too. Before Chastity can make a decision about what to do about Damien, she takes part in a daring rescue of a geek genius, only to discover the fellow operative lending assistance is none other than Damien! On the plus side, now she won’t have to explain her job — but what to do about her rule . . . no romance between agents? Will she risk the security of her country for some really wild sex . . . and the possibility of love?

LUSH SITUATION
Series: A Chastity Flame Adventure, book two
Author: K.A. Laity
Length: Novel
Content Advisory: sexually explicit, occasional violence
Genre: Thriller, Erotic Spy Thriller, Erotic Espionage, Romantic Suspense, Erotic Romance

Chastity Flame is back and hotter than ever. She’s sworn off meeting her irresistible colleague Damien, but how long can they really stay apart? Fortunately she’s got an international human trafficking ring to crack. When an upscale sex club for women opens in London with great fanfare, Chastity hopes it will prove distracting as well as providing a potential break in the case — until she runs into Damien with a gorgeous woman clinging to his arm. Maybe a broken heart will make it easier to bury herself in work – and kick a few asses.

“Lush Situation is a bawdy highly enjoyable romp through the sexual adventures of its incongruously but aptly named heroine Chastity Flame. A sex club has opened up in London and she’s got an international human trafficking ring to crack. Laity’s prose throbs with erotica, from the explosive opening. It is reminiscent of Fielding, in its evocations of pleasure. Laity’s scenes are saturated with tastefully drawn portraits of sexual encounters and strong central characters. There is humour here, sharply observed depictions of London life, and many climaxes, but none to match the ending. Watch out for more Lush.” ~ Richard Godwin

A CUT-THROAT BUSINESS
Series: A Chastity Flame Adventure, book three
Author: K.A. Laity
Length: Novel
Content Advisory: sexually suggestive, graphic violence
Genre: Thriller, Spy Thriller, Espionage, Romantic Suspense

 There’s a killer loose in London, protected in high places. Chastity Flame needs to look in the places the police can’t — or won’t — while a rogue colleague dogs her steps, looking for the key to secrets in her past. Can she find the killer before his bloodlust rises again? Will she expose her bitter rival before he targets more innocents? And how will she cope with the most dangerous mission — moving in with her boyfriend, Damien.
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Excerpt (audio version available at Tiny Tales)

Daddy’s girl. That’s what she’d always been. As she sprinted down the dark street, the phrase kept repeating in her head. Her heart beat a tattoo in her chest and her lungs burned as she raced along. Adrenaline filled her veins as she sought a way out, away from this, but she could still hear his footsteps behind her.

Daddy’s girl. He had grinned as he said the words, onto her wavelength, her weakness, in just a few minutes of conversation. She had actually been pleased. He was smarter than they usually were, the men who fluttered around her like moths to a flame. She always found it easy to charm them, to make them desire her.

You’d hardly believe she had once been a plain tomboy. Her well-toned legs might be a legacy of that time, though exercise these days meant helping her maintain the look that turned heads. Right then she wished she’d worked more on pure endurance instead of shapeliness, because his seemingly tireless steps got closer as she grew tired.

She skidded around a corner and her terror exploded. It was a dead end. Panicking, her gaze darted back and forth, looking for some break in the brick walls that lined the narrow lane. With a glance over her shoulder, she stumbled forward into a ragged trot, eyes wild as she hoped there must be a way out of this. Someplace to hide would appear, like it always did in bad dreams, in movies, just when there was no more hope. Then a bin or a box would be there where you hadn’t noticed, and behind it a narrow passage that led to freedom.

Her heart raced faster as the sound of his footfalls came closer.

Bricks, bricks, more bricks: up too high, a few windows with broken glass. If she had wings, a rocket, a fiery dragon—her thoughts were getting wild, hysterical. Isn’t that the word they always used, the word only for women? She had such contempt for her gender. She had felt hunger and contempt in equal measures for men, those she desired and those who desired her.

He paused at the entrance to the narrow lane, staring at her. Earlier, she had preened as his interest became plain, but now she wished she had never seen him.

“Come to Daddy,” he growled, in an obscene parody of the fatherly approval she craved.

There had to be some way out! She ran to the far wall, overly conscious of her own panting breaths. Her fingertips scraped against the bricks in vain, her overheated brain suggesting that there could be some kind of secret exit if she applied the right pressure. What was that movie where the bricks moved and opened, revealing a secret alley? When she realised it was one of the Harry Potter movies, a giggle began in the back of her throat.

This is what it’s like to be hysterical…