Brit Babes Blog Post

Check out my blog post on Brit Babes all about the setting of a saucy story…


Here is my interview with Izzy French

Thank you Fiona, I enjoyed answering your questions, you made me think, which is always a good thing! Izzy


Fran Tracey for Tirgearr

Name Izzy French


49 (gulping at the thought of what is coming soon…)

Where are you from

The UK. I live in West London, close enough to get to see films, exhibitions, bands and feel at the heart of a bustling capital city, but near plenty of beautiful countryside too. I’ve got the best of both worlds.

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc  

I’m a professional librarian by ‘trade’ but have been writing pretty much fulltime since I had my kids. I’ve always loved books and reading, and have an MA in English Literature – specialising in Sylvia Plath. I love talking about books as much as I love writing them. I have two kids who are keen readers too. I’m married to my childhood sweetheart. He loves books as much as we all do.


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Released today – One Night in Biarritz

Released today for your delectation ‘One Night in Biarritz‘ by Izzy French is a saucy, sensual e-novella set in the beautiful French coastal town. Number 11 in Tirgearr Publishing’s ‘City Nights’ Series, ‘One Night in Biarritz‘ is a standalone novella available from Amazon UK, Amazon US, Nook, Smashwords and Apple.


Review of ‘One Night in Biarritz

‘I was immediately hooked on the story and the characters from the first page. The chemistry between Chloe and Liam sizzles and the glorious descriptions of the beautiful city of Biarritz make for a sultry and seductive read. The chocolate scene was deliciously wicked and so very very hot!

A sizzling, sensual and sexy must-read! Highly recommended.’ Jill Steeples on Goodreads

One Night in Biarritz – an excerpt…

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Here’s a little taster from the opening of ‘One Night in Biarritz‘ – the 11th novella in the ‘City Nights’ series from Tirgearr Publishing.

Available now on pre-order from Tirgearr’s ‘One Night in Biarritz’ page on Kindle, Apple, Nook and Smashwords. Release date 29th April.

Bonjour Monsieur. Bienvenue a l’Hôtel du Palais.”

Chloe was quite convinced her voice lacked the French insouciance she was aiming for, in addition to the efficiency, professionalism and friendly tone required by the Ice Maiden, AKA Mademoiselle—who was she kidding?—Labelle, Chloe’s manager. She forced a smile. It was 8.30am, and she’d been on shift since 9pm—or, as she was supposed to say, 21.00 heures. She was jaded, ready for her bed.

The bed which no longer held Matthieu.

In a way it had been pretty easy to give up on the day shift and move to nights. Then she didn’t have to be there in the morning, missing him and all that entailed. He would always awaken her each morning. He’d been an early riser, in more ways than one, and would bring her croissants and espresso. When crumbs fell from the croissants he would devour them with apparent delight, from wherever they fell.

She’d always been an untidy eater. He had always been a speedy but efficient lover. Confident of his abilities, careful to satisfy them both. She shivered at the memories of his tongue sliding down her body, heading for the place that gave them both pleasure. She’d hit the snooze button on her phone just as he reached the spot and forced a groan from her.

They’d both be late for work; her at the Hôtel du Palais, him teaching surf school on La Grande Plage. She’d arrive flushed and with her uniform in disarray, buttons done up incorrectly, or left undone. The Ice Maiden, the woman with the perfect pout, beautifully groomed glossy black hair and her scarf at a stiff but jaunty angle, always had something to say about that.

Matthieu. It was he who had brought her to Biarritz and its recently revived Belle Époque glamour. They’d met in Chamonix during the ski season a couple of years ago. She’d thought it was a fling. He’d obviously seen it as something more serious; or so she’d thought. Writing to her—little billets-doux on scented paper, crammed full of statements of love, tiny hearts and kisses. Très romantique. If she hadn’t known differently she might have suspected he was gay, but she had pretty good evidence he wasn’t; unless of course he swung both ways. Like the Ice Maiden.

He’d landed her a job on reception at the Hôtel du Palais. His father was someone big in the Biarritz business community. The Ice Maiden and her team had not exactly welcomed her with open arms, but she could cope, and the time spent with Matthieu more than made up for the frosty reception she sometimes encountered at work.

On his invitation she’d zigzagged her way down through France, taking a couple of weeks or so to arrive in Biarritz, working at the occasional bar on the way to fund her trip; some of it by train, some by bus and some in huge French articulated lorries.

“Mademoiselle Prentiss. That’s not very French.” Chloe was drawn back to the man who was still standing patiently on the other side of the reception desk. He was staring at the name badge pinned to her chest. “I’m not sure I have your complete and undivided attention,” the man said.

One Night in Biarritz – available for pre-order now!

One Night in Biarritz, my hot new novella published by Tirgearr Publishing, is available for pre-order now on Kindle and Smashwords. The release date is 29th April. My book is the 11th in Tirgearr’s ‘City Nights’ series – but each novella is a standalone story – they don’t need to be read in order. But once you’ve  read one, you’ll want to read them all!

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Here’s the gorgeous cover, and a brief run  down of what you can expect to find between the covers (and between the sheets…)

Chloe has followed Matthieu, the Frenchman of her dreams, to France, only to be unceremoniously dumped.  But sometimes romantic and erotic adventures come from unexpected sources – in this case Liam, an attractive British photographer mysteriously ‘honeymooning’ alone invites Chloe up to his luxury Honeymoon Suite in the Hotel du Palais where Chloe works as a receptionist.

Chloe and Liam, both on the re-bound, have nothing to lose, so together they explore the sensual delights the fabulous Honeymoon Suite has to offer.  The Ice Maiden, Chloe’s spiteful boss, endeavours to thwart their fun, and Matthieu, jealous now, also attempts to intervene.  But Chloe and Liam have 24 hours together in Biarritz, and they are determined to make the most of every moment.

But then Sabine the hotel masseuse, on/off lover of the Ice Maiden and current lover of Matthieu, lets slip to Chloe that explicit photos Liam has taken of her have gone viral.  Has Chloe been too easily seduced, and trusted Liam too readily?  Will she leave France alone, but with her dignity intact?

Ann Summers Erotic Fiction Competition – I’m the winner!

I’ve had some lovely news – I’ve won the first Ann Summers Erotic Fiction competition, announced today. Here’s a link to the site with my story on it, along with the brilliant runners up too. Thank you to everyone at Ann Summers for your encouraging comments and for being fabulous! Looking forward to my goody bag…


A sense of place

I’ve just picked a new setting for an erotic romance – Brighton.  It took a little while to decide. In fact, I drew up a list.  I felt I needed to know the place well, as setting will matter lots in this novella. It needs a firm sense of place. Why Brighton? I guess, simply, because I love the place, always have. It’s a city with everything, IMO. There’s bracing walks along the cliffs a short distance away –  precarious walks, maybe, but beautiful nevertheless. There’s the Pier – tacky, playful and timeless. There’s The Laines – chock full of eclectic shops and cafes. The nightlight – edgy and multi-faceted.  The people – colourful, alive and up for it.

So, with all that in mind, Brighton’s a perfect setting for an erotic adventure. I’m thinking modern day Fanny Hill in terms of atmosphere, if not storyline. Picaresque and bawdy will, hopefully, suit Brighton right down to the ground. Shifting sexual tastes with mix well with the bite of salt on the tongue from the crashing waves.

I have a place. A wonderful, eccentric, dynamic, vibrant place. The characters and plot can’t be far behind, can they?