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His Laughing Girl A BBW- Billionaire Romance
by Ellen Whyte
Self Standing and Complete
“To being wicked.” His grey eyes were laughing at me. “Together.”
The pleasant thumping in my knickers became a vigorous pounding. Richard Cummings was gorgeous. I could feel his charm wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
Irresistible, right? I heard myself quip, “Are you Cumming onto me?”
He bounced right back, “Absolutely.”
Oh well, I told myself. It’s just a flirt fest. I have those all the time, and it hardly ever comes to anything. Because of the curves, probably. Men like me, but after we’ve had a laugh, they go to bed with someone skinny.
This was no different. I’d have a giggle with Richard, enjoy the charm and the good looks, lust after him a little bit, and know it was purely a game. Because tech billionaires with a penchant for A-list models don’t fall for curvy caterers.
Curvy chef Sophie Weston has given up on love. But when she is hired to cater for a very exclusive house party, she falls instantly for handsome tech tycoon Richard Cummings. However, she quickly discovers that Richard has a shady past. Should she trust him or should she walk away before her heart is broken again? A fun uplifting romance with a big beautiful woman and a yummy billionaire.
Brandy Coleman’s face is flaming red. As the owner of a barn for retired horses she’s had her share of mishaps, but nothing can compare to this deeply embarrassing moment. She is looking up at a stranger who has the dreamiest hazel eyes she’s ever seen, and a six pack beneath his open shirt that is making her knees weak. The problem? Her hose burst and squirted water everywhere, leaving her hair a tangled mess and her clothes absolutely drenched.
Logan Scott has arrived at Rainbow’s End Ranch to apply for a job as a ranch hand. He is led into the barn by an exuberant Golden Retriever where he is met by a stunning sight. A gorgeous girl, dripping wet, is bent over wrapping a towel around her head. As she straightens up he can’t help but notice her thin pink T-shirt is clinging to her luscious curves.
The sparks fly, Brandy hires him, but as the days pass a threat looms over the ranch…and Brandy herself.
A known thug wants her property and won’t take no for an answer. Logan declares he’s changing his job description from ranch hand to bodyguard, and to keep her safe, Brandy will have to do as he says. Will she…?
LOGAN:Cowboy Bodyguard is a steamy love story laced with danger and suspense. Like all Maggie Carpenter books it is a riveting page-turner with unexpected twists. Pick up your copy today, and escape to the romance at Rainbow’s End Ranch.
Here’s a hot spanking taster from the book… (18+ content!)
Feeling a hot rush ripple through her body, she rose to her feet and headed across to the stove. In a large copper pot she had a variety of utensils, and selecting three wooden spoons she quickly returned, placed them in front of him, then pulled down her jeans and underwear.
“This is the weakest,” he said picking up one that was relatively thin. “This is better,” he continued, slapping the second into the palm of his hand, “and this here would be the most painful,” he finished, selecting the last which was larger and heavier. “Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she nodded, gazing down at them and wondering where Logan was going with the conversation.
“You’re gonna get six swats on each cheek, one side for gallopin’ off, and the other for carryin’ on at Lyle. You decide which spoon you deserve.”
“Me?” she asked, her eyes wide. “What if I guess wrong?”
“This isn’t a test. You can’t guess wrong. Tell me which spoon you think you deserve.”
“Uh, well not the first, but the third would be too much. I know I have to learn to control my temper and not jump the gun, but it takes time to change, and it wasn’t purposely defiant. I didn’t sit there and say to myself, I know this is wrong but I’m going to do it anyway, so, uh, the middle one, that would be right.”
“I agree,” he said picking it up and rising to his feet. “Elbows on the table and arch your back. There are only two rules. Don’t put your hands behind you and don’t kick out. If you do either of those things I’ll start over. Any questions?”
“No, Sir,” she replied, her butterflies turning into a thousand tiny gymnasts as she assumed the position.
“This is for takin’ off down that hill without so much as a word to me. You didn’t ask what I thought, or even if I wanted to go with you. I’m your bodyguard. Get that through your head!”
“Yes, Sir, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to think twice next time.”
“If there is a next time, and you bolt like that again, it’ll be twelve hard swats with the heavy spoon,” he scolded. “Got it?”
Brandy stared out the window and clenched her teeth as she waited for the first smack. He was smoothing the back of the spoon across her skin, and when he tapped it lightly she assumed it meant he was about to start. She was right. The first swat landed with a keen sting, and squeezing her eyes shut she swallowed back her yelp. The second landed in a different spot but hurt just as bad and was followed quickly by the third.
“OWW! Sir, OWW, that hurts,” she exclaimed squirming her hips. “Ouch, ouch, ouch.”
“You do understand it’s supposed to hurt,” he declared pausing for a moment. “That’s why it’s called correction, or punishment if you prefer that word.”
“Yes, Sir. I do know it’s supposed to hurt, but damn.”
“Are you learning?”
“Most definitely, Sir.”
“Are you ready for the next three?”
He had purposely delivered the swats with force. This was her first punishment spanking, and if they were going to move forward, and she really did want discipline and direction from him, she needed to understand that’s exactly what she would get. He landed the next three rapidly and just as hard, the last landing on her sit spot.
“OW, shit, shit shit!”
“I did say you’d be drivin’ to Brownsville on a hot seat, and I meant it, Brandy.”
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“You are bound by the rules of this century, not yours. I shall hold you accountable in whatever way I wish.”
Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.
Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.
The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?
Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
If this has whetted your appetite, then brace yourself for this sizzling little spanking excerpt…
Henry paused and flexed the rod before swishing it through the air a few times. It was a horrible sound, unmistakable. Her fantasy scenario of moaning girls and probing dominants with frisky fingers was nothing like the strict application of Henry’s cane.
“I wish to know, young lady,” Henry said as he continued to swish the cane through the air, “have you taken anything from this room?”
Taken? She’d looked in his journal, but not taken it. “No, sir,” she gasped.
The cane struck with a resounding thud and she drummed the palms of her hand on the seat of the chair. “No, I haven’t,” she repeated.
“Please keep your head up, Kelly. The mirror is there for both our benefits.”
He noticed she liked to look at him and he was using it to observe her too. It was an odd moment of reassurance. If he could see her face, the tears, the pained expression, he must be judging whether she was coping or on the verge of collapse. Was Henry so cruel as to want her to faint? She doubted it. Nothing she’d read in his journal, assuming he accurately portrayed his activities, implied he sought a woman’s injury or committed harmful acts. The cane stung like crazy, but it wasn’t being wielded with force, only accuracy.
She raised her head and stared at him. He nodded, then to her amazement, he stepped toward her behind and with his forefinger traced the line of the cane.
Kelly gasped, not because it hurt or made the mark throb any harder, but because it was tender and curative. For a few seconds she was thrilled, excited, and perversely aroused by that delicate touch. Now she throbbed in a new spot; her little nub was aching to be noticed.
“Because I know,” he said, stepping back, “that taken objects can be returned to their correct location without being missed.” He cracked the cane swiftly against her bottom.
My new Regency spanking romance is with my copy editor, and I hope to have news on its release really soon!
In the meantime, I’d love to treat you to another little teaser from the book. This time, I bring you the sweet anticipation of Lydia’s consensual spanking…
With a firm tug the ties are loosened, and I am able to slide the bodice of the gown from my skin, watching it as it pools around my slippers. I unlace the stays at my waist, and turn, now totally nude save for my feet.
He eyes me like a hungry animal. “My, my,” he says as he exhales. “You are flawless.”
I blush again, feeling the heat in my face contrast with the light and tingling sensation that my limbs are experiencing.
“Come to me,” he commands sensually. “You know what is expected.”
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Over two years after the trauma of her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.
A thrilling mix of kinky fun, laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of lows, and the highest of highs.
Now, it’s time for the light. It’s time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!
Read an exciting excerpt from the book here…
“Technically, I don’t think you’re supposed to see the bride before the wedding.”
“I think that’s about the dress, and you are still delightfully undressed.” His voice held a growl as he shut the door tight and prowled towards her.
Standing there in Lauren’s tiny skirt, the stockings and garter belt, and the corset — she had to admit the heat in his gaze steadied the lingering nerves in her stomach. Making all of that energy simmer into something much more pleasant, which settled much lower. “I still think it’s supposedly bad luck.”
“Hmm…” James made a noise low in his throat as he pulled her into a kiss, one hand at the back of her head, the other pressing her waist against him. The first sweep of his tongue against hers made her remember just how little air she had with the corset tightened, and she finally understand how women used to swoon so easily. He could have knocked her over with a feather if he had tried.
Instead, he held her against him. The firm, lean muscle of his chest, his strong arm wrapped around her back so that she was exactly where he wanted her. Finally, James nipped her bottom lip and lifted his head.
“I have been dreaming about doing that since we got separated this morning.”
“I—” Thalia had to clear her throat, and her head, before she could speak. “I’m glad you did that in here, and not during the wedding.”
His quiet laugh sent butterflies swirling in her stomach, which were only amplified by the thumb he dragged across her lip. “Worried about scandalizing the guests?”
Catching his hand, Thalia groaned. “Mostly worried about embarrassing your parents.”
“That is not comforting.” She pouted, and he smiled at her. A warmer, more comfortable version of the first smile he’d ever given her. The one that had made her imagine him as some male model on a yacht, but Marcus’ living room seemed blissfully far away in this perfect moment.
“Are you really still nervous about today? It’s a rather small guest list.”
“One hundred and twenty eight people is small?” Thalia laughed. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You’ve met almost everyone here, baby. Except for some obscure relatives of mine that will only be wondering how I nabbed a beautiful, kind, American yoga instructor for a wife.” His wicked grin actually made her smile, but despite the blush she still shook her head.
“Like they’d doubt you’re capable of that.”
“Oh, they’ll be astonished. They think I never leave the office.” He grinned and leaned close enough to have his voice a sinful growl against the shell of her ear. “They think I’m positively boring.”
“Boring?” The word made a smile tug at her lips as he leaned back, smiling down at her again. James was anything but boring. He was her hero, her Master, her partner, her lover. He was the other half of her life, the weight on the other end of the scales that kept her balanced even when things felt out of control — and just like when they played, when he said he knew she was capable of something… she always was. “You are anything but boring, and I’ll be okay, Master. I promise.”
“I know, pet. You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever met.” With that, he kissed her again. Warm, soft, sweet. His lips pressed against hers in an unspoken vow that made her stomach do little somersaults as she clutched at his crisp white shirt. When he lifted his mouth his eyes were that dark, bottle glass green that telegraphed his arousal better than anything. Well, better than anything except for the growing erection against her stomach. “How was that?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“For the wedding, is it alright if I kiss you like that?” The wicked tilt to his lips had her laughing.
“That will be bloody perfect.”
With a loud laugh he picked her up at the waist and set her on the covered table behind her. “What have I told you about using British slang?”
“I think I’ve lived here long enough to get to use it.”
“Is that right?” he asked, an edge of humor creeping into his tone.
“Quite right,” Thalia replied in her best attempt at a British accent, and James groaned.
“Keep that up and I’ll spank you before I let you see the surprise I brought you.”
“Promise?” Just as her smile spread across her mouth, she saw his eyes flash with lust and that heady aura of dominance descended over him. An instant later she was flipped to her stomach on the table, Lauren’s skirt pushed up her back, and the first swat of his hand landed on her ass.
Jennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.
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An easy pick up, that’s what it was supposed to be. But nothing about Addison was easy…
Measha Stone joins us today, with news of her tantalising new release, Protecting His Runaway! Check out the synopsis, and then the tasty little teaser.
After she uncovers her wealthy father’s ties to a prominent Chicago crime family, twenty-four-year-old Addison St. Claire flees to a small town in Michigan where she hopes to start a new life. Things are not that simple, though, and she is quickly tracked down by a stern, handsome police detective who makes it clear that Addison will be coming with him whether she likes it or not.
Detective Trevor Stringer is none too pleased at being assigned to babysit a spoiled rich girl, but he is determined to keep Addison safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking when her defiance puts her life at risk. Despite her protests, her body’s response to his bold dominance makes it obvious that Addison is in need of a firm-handed man to keep her in line, and before long she is begging Trevor to claim her properly.
Over the coming days, Addison learns what it means to belong to a man who will not hesitate to strip her bare and punish her thoroughly whenever he feels it necessary. Whether she is pleading desperately for the release she has been denied after a hard spanking or writhing with pleasure more intense than she can handle as she is brought to one shattering climax after another, Addison is left with no doubt that she has been mastered completely. But when she discovers that Trevor has kept an important secret from her, will she ever be able to trust him again?
Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Runaway is a stand-alone book which is the second entry in the Owned and Protected series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“Addison.” He took a calming breath and closed his eyes, not wanting to make out the curve of her breasts beneath the covers, or hear her soft breathing. “Go to sleep.”
“If you were there, that means…you’re a dominant?”
“Sleep. Now.” He inched closer to her.
“Just a top?”
He threw his hand over her midsection, pulling her to his body and nuzzling closer to her hair. The motel shampoo was heavily scented. It didn’t seem to fit on her. “Sleep.”
“You’re not embarrassed, are you?” The challenge in her voice poked his dominant side. She was teasing him. Could she be coaxing him into Topping her, at that moment?
“No, I’m not. I’m tired. And if you don’t shut your mouth, and go to sleep you’ll see how not embarrassed I am.” As a threat, it wasn’t much of one.
Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance.
This Tuesday, I am pleased to be able to bring you the awesome, Maggie Carpenter, and her latest hot spanking novel, Master Zane – The Rogue Aristocrat!
It is Mayfair, in London, 1890, and Zane De’Ville, a French aristocrat and infamous womanizer, finds himself taking care of a beautiful young lady who doesn’t remember anything, but after a short time he starts to doubt the legitimacy of her amnesia.
It is imperative he finds out who she is and where she lives. Staying alone in a gentleman’s home is questionable at best, and given his scandalous reputation, if the news got out it could ruin her.
Flora is going to marry the man of her choice! That’s what she’s told her father, but he insists she marry a German prince fifteen years her senior. Totally frustrated she sneaks away to hide with a close friend until he sees sense.
She believes she’s safe, but he suddenly bursts into the house. Determined not to be found she runs off a second time, but straight into a storm. As she dashes through the driving rain she collides with a man and tumbles to the ground. Totally dazed she lifts her head, and finds herself gazing into the warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen…then everything goes black.
Master Zane: The French Aristocrat introduces a memorable Victorian gentleman and wilful young noblewoman in this sizzling love story. How does a French Casanova fall under Cupid’s spell? Click here and pick up your copy of this spellbinding romance today.
Maggie Carpenter won the Spanking Romance Reviews Award for Best Victorian Romance in 2015 (His Willful Bride) and 2016 (The Wanton Widow,) so she knows a thing or two about writing sexy Victorian spankings! 🙂
Whet your appetite with this sexy little snippet…
A scream suddenly pierced the quiet night. It was high-pitched and sounded like a woman on the street in front of the house. Dropping the newspaper he raced to the window, and to his horror he saw Flora dressed in one of his long coats fighting with a man wearing a cape. They were both slipping on the snowy pavement, and sprinting from the room he dashed out the front door, but as he hurried down the steps he was confronted with his third surprise of the night. The man was laying on the ground, curled up and groaning.
“Perhaps now you’ll think twice about attacking ladies on the street, you cad!”she barked. “I hope my knee leaves you disabled.”
Spinning around she stared up at Zane with wide shocked eyes, and as he moved quickly but carefully down the slippery steps, she tried frantically to think an excuse for being there.
“Mon dieu!”he exclaimed grabbing her elbow. “Are you all right? What are you doing out here?”
“Get inside, get inside right now,”he said sharply, his fingers gripping her arm as he helped her up the steps. “You have a great deal of explaining to do, young lady.”
“That man, he tried to attack me,”she said breathlessly as they made it inside.
“I don’t care about that man!”he said sternly as he locked the door.
“But I got the better of him. A friend showed me what to do,”she continued as he quickly removed the coat and hustled her towards the hallway. “I brought my knee up and—”
“It is obvious what you did and I’m sure he’s very sorry he crossed your path, but as I said he is the last thing on my mind.”
Though Flora could understand why he was being short with her, she had no idea why he was hurrying her through the house, and as they turned down a hallway with which she was unfamiliar she tried to wrestle her arm away from his grasp.
“You are a very foolish young woman,”he scolded, tightening his grip.
“I was just—what is this?”
He had come to a stop in front of an arched door. It looked solid and old, and didn’t fit with the house’s overall decor.
“This is my special room,”he declared, lifting an urn on a nearby pedestal and withdrawing a key. “You have an overdue appointment.”
“Appointment? What are you talking about?”
Ignoring her question he unlocked the door and bustled her into the room, hitting a switch on the wall as he did. Dim light flooded the space, and releasing her, he closed the door and locked it behind them.
Panting and bewildered Flora scanned her surroundings. The room had no windows, there was a four post bed in the corner, several chairs, a couch, and oddly, chains and ropes were hanging from the ceiling.
“I don’t understand. Where are we?”
“It’s completely soundproof in here so you’ll be able to scream all you want.”
“Scream?”she muttered, a sudden chill rippling through her. “What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?”
“I’m going to spank you!”
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Writer Jack Crosby joins us today with his sci-fi fantasy romance, The Electric Mile.
Ever wonder what happens inside a video game? I bet you never guessed something like this…
Ash Wilde (also known by his gamer handle of Vector) doesn’t have the greatest of lives. Besides being a homeless high school dropout, he doesn’t even have enough money to buy a burrito. Don’t worry though, things will get better for him. You see, as one of the world’s greatest gamers, he’s about to get up close and personal with the world of The Electric Mile, the rage of players everywhere. What’s so great about this game? No one’s beaten it, yet.
Once he gets pulled into the game’s master file, he’s living inside the game in real time. Ash soon discovers there’s a lot more to The Electric Mile than anyone realizes. With the assistance of some busty beauties, Ash decides to help everyone by beating the game from the inside. What follows is a crazy, action packed, naughty adventure that answers one very important question: Can anyone survive The Electric Mile?
*Warning, The Electric Mile: Neon Underground Edition contains a lot of sex, spankings, descriptive battle scenes, and terrible puns. You’ve been warned.
Check out this little teaser, and then grab your copy here!
My life wasn’t nearly as exciting as what was currently going on, but I did my best to fill her in. I told her about the garage I lived in and even that my real name wasn’t Vector, that it was Ash Wilde. When she heard that she squealed with joy. “Does Ali even know you’re outside name?”
I’m sure she did if we’d been connected as she told me. “If she does, she doesn’t use it. She only refers to me by my gamer handle of Vector.”
“Then allow me to use it, Ash.” There was something very seductive about her smile. “It’s been a long time since I talked to someone as interesting as you.”
Ira got even closer to me, her massive chest pressed up against me. It was very hot and erotic. “Well you seem like a very cool girl.”
In one swift motion, she pulled her shirt over her head. In a flash, her hand undid the bra that held those mammoth globes in place and they flopped down, landing on my shoulder and arm. For the second time since coming to this world, I was in a spot where my mind wasn’t thinking clearly. And in a good way. I bit down on that big nipple that was lying there, waiting to be taken…
Something has been done which cannot be undone. I have entered the darkness of a world from which I cannot – and do not want to – retreat from…
You are sure to be aware that the release of my new Regency spanking romance is imminent – the final edits are being checked over with my lovely editor now, and work on the cover will soon be underway!
This book is very dear to me. Not only has it allowed me to continue to write historical erotic romance (after the success of The Viking’s Conquest!) But it has permitted me to pen one of the most sensual and tantalising stories I have ever written, with my trade-mark kink and spanking thrown in for good measure of course!
With this in mind, my thoughts turn to my lovely readers… Would any of you like to read an Advanced Copy, in exchange for an honest review at Amazon/Barnes & Noble, (and Goodreads if you use it?) If the book sounds like it could be your cup of tea, please drop me a line at email@example.com or comment here.
Wishing you all a truly #sinfulSunday!
He draws his body closer to me, the length of his taut thighs brushing the edge of my body. “By God, I want to devour you, Lydia Franklin. I want to redden your backside, and take you to the precipice of ecstasy.” His lips stray towards my face, now surely just an inch from me. “I know I should not, and how it torments me!
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If you enjoy your erotic romance dark, then you’ll love my feature today…
Once Upon A
Stained Duet #1
Charlotte E Hart
Alana Williams is three published authors. She has been for years, but now she wants to add another voice to her whirlwind of deadlines and unachievable targets. Trouble is, she knows nothing of her latest literary undertaking – KINK.
It began as research. Just research. The technical approach. One that delivers the content necessary for a hidden culture to seem plausible, even if it’s not. Readers expect perfection from me. They want the experience. They need to be taken on a journey. That’s my job as a writer.
Blaine Jacobs is his name. He’s my research. A man who seems as logical and focused as me. A man who agrees to help. A man who, regardless of his stature in the community, seems to offer a sense of realism to this strange section of society. And even if he does occasionally interrupt my data with dark brooding eyes and a questionably filthy mouth, what does it matter? It’s just research, isn’t it? It’s not real. None of this is. Nothing will come of it or change my mind.
So why am I confused?
I’m becoming lost.
And Blaine Jacobs, no matter how calm he might have seemed at first, now appears to linger on the edges of sanity, pushing my boundaries with every whispered word.
Charlotte is an erotic romance author and poet living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She’s lived all across the United Kingdom due to her previous employment as an Event manager but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England. She graduated from college with a degree in Business and her Horse Riding Instructors Qualification which eventually led her into the very bizarre world of outdoor pursuits’ event management where she trained to instruct all sorts of equipment. Some of which included crossbows, shotguns, quad bikes, 4×4 driving and archery, she’s not entirely sure how any of it happened but knows that she adored every minute.
When not writing she enjoys socialising with close friends and travelling to all the major cities across the globe, travel has always been a constant companion to reading throughout her life and only increases her thirst for stimulation.