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Monday, November 7, 2016
Out Now! The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse
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Saturday, May 23, 2015
Native Tongue by Guest Diva Lucy Felthouse
Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy
Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial
Blurb:
They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.
When Captain Hugh Wilkes
fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would
never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should
have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems
there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy
together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for
their fledgling relationship?
Author’s note:
Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you
read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first—Desert
Heat, which is available from all good retailers.
**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing
both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for
Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/
**
*****
Excerpt:
Captain Hugh Wilkes
drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the
M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the
radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.
He’d surprised himself
by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t
the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been
increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But,
although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling
along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was
moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a
standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any
progress was better than none.
Besides, what could he
do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire
were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just
cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to
mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty,
disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate
amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be
subjected to delays.
At least driving took
him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays,
well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the
climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of
his favourite tunes.
The next song was even
better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the
drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he
was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at
a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things
were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a
buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.
Rustam Balkhi. His
gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were
working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and
the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to
England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near
Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training
he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.
The past few weeks had
been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been
straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get
back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d
seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors,
who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing.
Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and
allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack
up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the
start of the next academic term.
Wilkes had felt
terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although
he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend
it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi
had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew
about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for
more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.
Life had conspired
against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see
each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d
communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the
same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for
the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.
Wilkes had struggled
terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out
in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their
growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and
risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the
physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they
were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour
of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his
studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very
busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and
pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the
pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's
Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing,
and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a
small publishing house. She owns Erotica
For All, is book editor for Cliterati,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
Join her on Facebook and
Twitter, and subscribe to her
newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Sunday, December 14, 2014
NEW SCORCHING COLLECTION--What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection #8
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Dane Coulter is mourning the loss of his best friend, fellow Special Ops buddy, Cody. Oh, Cody didn’t die. It’s worse. He’s getting married. Cody is, in Dane’s opinion, whipped. Dane swears he will never suffer the same fate. But when he meets a woman who can take all his dominant loving and beg for more, he realizes he may have met his match. It’s a damn shame she’s the one woman in the world his man-code deems untouchable…his best friend’s sister.
Read an Excerpt:
He was bigger than he’d been in high school. Bigger, taller and just…more. His muscles, lacquered by a tight black tee shirt, bulged. Tattoos danced over his biceps. The planes of his face were angled. High cheekbones, dark brows, long blade of a nose all the same, but sharper. His eyes hadn’t had those shadows back then either, that predatory glint. His hair—his thick mop of curls—was gone, shaved off, revealing the perfect shape of his head. His chin, however, wasn’t shaved. It was covered by a smattering of dark fuzz. A scar on his cheek, rather than detracting from his looks, made him even more fascinating, dangerous.
And he smelled…delicious. As he moved, his cologne, a clean enticing
scent, enveloped her in a cloud.
Oh, he was dangerous all right.
She didn’t care.
The slight buzz from the margaritas at the bachelorette
party, the sexual sizzle ignited by the strippers who’d burst in on their party
wearing camo fatigues with rip-away crotches, all contributed to her bravado.
In real life she would never hook arms with some random guy
and sashay by his side to his room. But hell. This was Dane. The man of her
fantasies. And, judging from the hunger in his expression as he looked down at
her, the heat that passed between them where they touched, he wanted her.
Thank God she wasn’t still the dorky teen with braces she’d
been when they’d last met.
She looked amazing tonight. He happened to wander by and
notice her. No one else was around. And he wanted her.
It was as though, somehow, magically, all the stars had
aligned.
There was no way—no way—she would miss this opportunity.
Excitement danced low in her gut as he swiped his room key
and led her into his suite. It was a nice suite—not as sumptuous as Angie’s,
but nice all the same—with a small sitting area and an enormous king bed. The
windows looked out on the sparkling lights of the City that Never Slept. Or one
of them.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, taking off his watch and
dropping it on the table by the door. It drew her attention to his forearms,
thick and muscled and sprinkled with dark hairs. They were roped with thick
veins. She’d always had a thing for bulky forearms. And she’d always had a
thing for Dane. The combination was irresistible.
She tipped her head to the side and blew a bubble with her
gum. “Margarita?”
He waved at the glossy wood armoire against the wall. “I
have a mini bar. It’ll have to be shots. What’s your poison?”
“Tequila then.” Might as well keep a good thing going.
He hunkered down and searched through the fridge, pulling
out a tiny bottle of tequila for her and whiskey for him. He cracked them open
and dumped them unceremoniously into two glasses and handed her hers. No ice or
anything.
Good thing it didn’t matter to her, or she’d be pissed at
his cavalier attitude. The drink was lubricant, a time filler. They were
dancing around a seduction, and they both knew it.
Or…not.
Apparently seduction was not necessary. Because Dane took a
swig of his drink and said, with no preface whatsoever, “So do you have any
no-nos?”
She gaped at him. “No-nos?”
“Anything you won’t do? Because I’ll be frank. I like a
little kink.”
Holy God.
First of all, the heat scorching her was mind-numbing.
Literally. Mind. Numbing. Those brash words from Dane’s gorgeous lips and she
nearly lost her balance.
Second of all—he liked kink.
So, in fact, did she. Nothing super dark, but a little slap
and tickle for sure.
“Um…” She took a sip of her drink. She shuddered as the
harsh bite of liquor burned through her. It clashed with the flavor of her gum.
“What kind of kink are we talking about?”
He strode to his suitcase and fished around, pulling out a
long leather strap with two loops on the ends. Her eyes fixated on it. She
shuddered.
“I want to tie you up,” he said, his voice low, taunting, as
though he expected her to squeak like a mouse and scuttle from the room.
The. Fuck.
“Hmm. I think I can handle that.”
“I’ll probably smack your bottom.”
Also good. She tried not to flinch in anticipation. His hand
on her ass? Gawd.
“I won’t hurt you, though. I’m not into that. And of course,
I’ll use protection.” He held up a pack of condoms.
Well da-ham. He’d come prepared. A smile curled on her lips.
“Billy said your fee’s been paid.” His brow quirked.
The smile froze on Tina’s face. A combination of horror and
rage and something else altogether snarled through her, as she realized how
right she’d been. Not only did he not recognize her—after knowing her her
entire life, for pity sake—he thought she was a hooker.
Granted, she did kind of look like a hooker, with makeup
plastered on as if with a trowel. But still…
She glanced at him from beneath the impossibly long lashes The
Master had glued to her lids. Not her style, but she liked the way they looked.
The way they made her feel…like someone else. Someone sultry and daring.
Someone Dane would want.
To tie up and spank.
Aside from that, the temptation to have him, taste him, fuck
him, ran rampant in her. For years she’d fantasized about her older brother’s
best friend. All through puberty and long after that. Every man she’d met,
dated or been with had been gauged against Dane Coulter. None of them had
measured up.
Ah yes, the temptation to have him was overwhelming.
Not to mention how much fun it would be watching him shit a
brick tomorrow, when he realized who she really was.
Too delicious to pass up, really. The whole package.
He stood there in the middle of the room, holding the strap
in one hand and the condoms in the other, waiting for her reply. Though he was
all Dom, she couldn’t help but notice a hint of tension in him, as though he
was, on some level, afraid she’d say no and waltz away.
He wanted her. And he wanted her bad. It was the heat in his
eyes that gave him away, the way they flicked over her and burned with hunger.
Yeah. Irresistible.
Sure. She could be a hooker for the evening.
What people are saying about WHIPPED:
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"5 Stars—Oh my goodness! I loved, loved, loved this story! The sex was off-the-charts hot! And I mean HOT! The characters were witty and so entertaining. As always, Ms. York's humor and witty writing is on full display. I honestly don't think she could not write a story that doesn't leave me in awe of her slightly sarcastic, yet always smartly written style. I bow to the master."— Coffee and Books
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014
New Paranormal Erotic Romance Novel by Lucy Felthouse – PACK OF LIES!
Lucy Felthouse joins us today to share a smexy excerpt from Pack of Lies.
Yummy cover!!!
Blurb:
Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have
lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what
happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy
comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.
Then at the full moon, a sheep is
slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious
animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts.
Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a
vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.
As they indulge their lust, they must clear
their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their
baser instincts out to play.
Inside Scoop: This book contains sizzling scenes of both
M/M and M/F sex.
Add
to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22756241-pack-of-lies
*****
Excerpt:
As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front
door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical.
No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”
Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his
brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone
and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other
end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made
the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.
“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told
him time and time again that the last part about the residence was
old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem
to shake it.
“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village
vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained,
almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”
“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”
“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been
found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”
An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under
Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had
nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it
was us?”
The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of
genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and
I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac
are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did
this.”
“Isaac has to work, he just went to get
ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then
I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”
“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks,
Matthew. Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
Matthew hung up the phone with another
sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut
seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s
news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell
trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.
Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to
calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s
bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”
“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”
Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at
his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery,
where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was
Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s
asked me to go with him to check it out.”
Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his
shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”
Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite
adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did
it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across
there now and go up with him.”
“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be
late.”
Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need,
brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know
what—if anything—I find out.”
Opening his mouth, then closing it again,
Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He
continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what
happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a
gap in between patients.”
Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated
mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most
about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as
many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as
best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and
phones, so he tutored his older brother.
“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my
phone first then, eh?”
Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he
left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the
device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves.
Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling
him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made
his way downstairs.
Retrieving his keys from the hook by the
front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you
after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”
“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead
sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think
he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers
might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was
understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full
moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had
been extinct in England for over five hundred years.
*****
Author
Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She
writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and
has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These
include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and
Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has
edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small
publishing house. She owns Erotica For
All, is book editor for Cliterati,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
Join her on Facebook
and Twitter, and subscribe to her
newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Saturday, August 9, 2014
The truth about Pack of Lies with Lucy Felthouse
Let's all give the wonderful Lucy Felthouse a huge welcome to The Decadent Divas blog! She's here to tell us all about her newest paranormal erotic romance, Pack of Lies! It sounds amazing. A werewolf romance with a bit of mystery.
Blurb:
Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have
lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what
happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy
comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.
Then at the full moon, a sheep is
slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious
animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts.
Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a
vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.
As they indulge their lust, they must clear
their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their
baser instincts out to play.
Inside Scoop: This book contains sizzling scenes of both
M/M and M/F sex.
Add
to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22756241-pack-of-lies
*****
Excerpt:
As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front
door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical.
No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”
Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his
brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone
and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other
end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made
the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.
“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told
him time and time again that the last part about the residence was
old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem
to shake it.
“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village
vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained,
almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”
“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”
“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been
found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”
An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under
Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had
nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it
was us?”
The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of
genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and
I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac
are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did
this.”
“Isaac has to work, he just went to get
ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then
I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”
“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks,
Matthew. Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
Matthew hung up the phone with another
sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut
seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s
news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell
trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.
Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to
calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s
bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”
“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”
Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at
his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery,
where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was
Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s
asked me to go with him to check it out.”
Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his
shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”
Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite
adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did
it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across
there now and go up with him.”
“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be
late.”
Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need,
brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know
what—if anything—I find out.”
Opening his mouth, then closing it again,
Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He
continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what
happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a
gap in between patients.”
Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated
mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most
about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as
many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as
best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and
phones, so he tutored his older brother.
“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my
phone first then, eh?”
Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he
left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the
device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves.
Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling
him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made
his way downstairs.
Retrieving his keys from the hook by the
front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you
after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”
“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead
sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think
he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers
might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was
understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full
moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had
been extinct in England for over five hundred years.
*****
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