Series: Love Them or Hate Them? Guest Post by Lynn LaFleur

I’ve written seven series so far, plus a collection of books that takes place in my fictional town of Lanville, Texas, and another collection that is set at fictional North Texas Highland Hospital. I have more series books planned for the future, and more books that will take place in Lanville and at the hospital. I love revisiting my characters, letting my readers know what those characters are doing ever since they received a happy ending in their own books. A series lets me do that.

My latest series—Anything Goes, about a sex club on the outskirts of Dallas, Texas—currently has four books in it. The idea for the first book—Anything Goes—literally popped into my head as I approached my birthday. I thought, what about a woman who’s recently gone through a divorce and wants to do something wild and crazy on her birthday? That idea turned into my heroine visiting Anything Goes, where she discovers the man she’s secretly cared about for years is one of the owners.

The 4th book—Luring Lisa—is about another of the club’s owners. Lisa meets Kade in the San Francisco airport, where they engage in some fast, steamy sex in a supply closet. They part, never expecting to see each other again. But if that happened, my book wouldn’t be a romance. And I promise, my books always have a happy ending.

So, do you love series or hate them? I’d love your opinion.

Lynn

Find out more about these books, plus the other two books in the series—Panties Optional and Delicious Burn—on my website:

http://www.lynnlafleur.com/lafleur_books_series.htm

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An excerpt from Luring Lisa:

Lisa wondered if she’d lost her mind. She had no other explanation for agreeing to find an empty closet somewhere close by so she could have sex with a stranger. Even when she had sex at her club, she rarely chose someone she didn’t know. She usually stuck with an attendant or a long-time member.

Kade cupped her elbow in his palm. The simple touch of his hand sent desire coursing through her body. She couldn’t imagine how she would react when he kissed her.

Yes, she could. She’d melt into a puddle at his feet.

Since it had been a long time since she’d melted at a man’s feet, she looked forward to it.

“This way.”

He tugged her through a construction site not far from where they’d eaten breakfast. She hadn’t noticed it when she’d entered the coffee shop, but apparently Kade had. He led her around sawhorses and piles of lumber and tools she didn’t recognize until they reached a closed door that she assumed led to a supply closet. She grinned to herself at the cliché of having sex in a supply closet.

Complete darkness greeted her when she stepped inside. Kade had no sooner closed the door behind them than Lisa heard items hitting the floor. She found herself plastered against the door, then Kade cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. Except this couldn’t be called just a kiss. He coaxed, he teased, he worshipped. His lips moved over hers gently for a few moments before he deepened the kiss. His tongue swiped over her lips, asking for permission to go farther. Lisa gave it, parting her lips and meeting his tongue with her own.

He inhaled sharply. One hand continued to cradle her face while the other began a slow journey down her body. Lisa could only stand and accept whatever he did since she still held her cup of latte and jacket. Not that she objected to his touch. His hand swept down her side, her hip, her thigh, before making the return trip. He detoured, and covered her breast with his hand. A gentle squeeze made her moan.

“’Tis nice,” he whispered against her lips.

“Nice” didn’t begin to describe how perfect it felt for his hand to caress her breast. Lisa absorbed all the sensations, yet wanted to return them to Kade. She wished she’d had the chance to empty her hands before he’d kissed her.

 “I want to see you,” Kade said.

Turning on a light might draw attention to them. If the room even had a light. Lisa had no idea where they stood. “Use the flashlight on your cell phone.”

“Aye, good idea.”

She took a deep breath once Kade moved away from her. His kisses had left her lightheaded. That hadn’t happened in so long, she’d forgotten the incredible sensation of completely giving herself to a man, of letting him lead their lovemaking. Lisa had never been passive in bed, preferring to be the one in charge. She liked being on top, liked being in control of her own satisfaction. Being buried beneath a man didn’t let her touch herself, didn’t let her decide when she’d experience an orgasm, or how many she’d have.

Something about Kade smashed all her normal desires. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her. That hadn’t happened in a very long time.

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.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/native-tongue/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25462496-native-tongue

**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 14^th 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

12 SCORCHING Hot Cowboys for 99 cents!

Following up on the stunning success of Cowboy 12 Pack, your favorite Cowboy authors have returned with another 12 scorching stories featuring cowboys…who are also firefighters!

Check out the hotness in this collection featuring NTY and USA Today Bestselling authors coming August 4th!  

12 ALARM COWBOYS

AFTER THE FIRE by Cora Seton
When a series of fires keeps bringing him to her door, a firefighter must uncover his ex-girlfriend’s secret or risk losing her forever.

WHERE THERE'S SMOKE (A Cowboy Way Novella) by Becky McGraw
Cowboy Austin McBride follows a herd to a new town, but firefighting is his passion, so he applies at a local station. Standing between him and the job is a blonde bombshell who thinks she's a shoe-in.

SADDLES AND SOOT by Cynthia D’Alba
Rancher and volunteer firefighter extinguishes a grass fire accidentally started by the town’s sexy temporary veterinarian but there’s something about her that ignites a fire inside of him.

CONTROLLED BURN (Cowboys on the Edge, Book One) by Delilah Devlin
Rancher and volunteer firefighter assigns himself to watch a reformed firebug during a controlled burn but she lights the fire inside him instead of the dead grass around them.

HIS FIREFLY COWGIRL by Beth Williamson
When an arson investigator returns to her hometown she clashes with the firefighter cowboy who broke her heart. Embers turn to sparks between a cowboy and his firefly cowgirl.

HER VOLUNTEER COWBOY (Book 6: Harland County) by Donna Michaels
Sparks reignite when one-nighters reunite. Can the firefighter/Guardsman convince the reforming bad girl she’s worth fighting for, or will she leave before he finds the courage to volunteer his heart?

COWBOY'S MATCH by Lexi Post
When a cowboy firefighter works a fire at a nudist resort, he’s sure his ex-girlfriend, the bookkeeper, is to blame. But as he investigates her, his gut tells him he’s going to get burned.

HELLFIRE, TEXAS by Elle James
A Cowboy-Volunteer Firefighter helps a runaway city girl put out a car fire only to find himself embroiled in a hot little mess of the mob persuasion.

REKINDLED (Dallas Fire & Rescue, Book One) by Paige Tyler
A hunky firefighter rescues his best friend’s sexy sister from a hotel fire set by her psychotic ex-boyfriend who’d rather see her dead than with another man.

TEXAS WILDFIRE by Sable Hunter
Honored VFD hero is no angel. In love with his Captain’s wife, all hell breaks loose when Titan learns Makenna is abused. The firestorm their love ignites is so intense no one will emerge unscathed.

HOT IN THE SADDLE – Randi Alexander
When a rancher/volunteer firefighter is injured saving the life of a female stockcar racer, she stays to pay her debt of gratitude. Will he regret risking his life when he learns why she came to Texas? 

COME HELL OR HIGH WATER—Sabrina York

When offered a second chance to seduce his high school crush, Cade Silver cannot resist. The conflagaration of passion stuns them both, but Lisa Binder has been burned before and resists falling for the sexy cowboy/fireman. Cade, however, is a determined man. He will win her heart, come hell or high water.

Read more about Come Hell or High Water by Sabrina York

Back in her hometown on the heels of a nasty divorce, Lisa Binder is looking for a quiet place to curl up and lick her wounds. The last thing she wants is a man—she’s been hurt too many times by the faithless breed. But then Cade Silver steps through the flames, into her life and into her bed, and she begins to question her resolve to spend the rest of her life as a single cat lady.  The tall, handsome cowboy/fireman—an Eagle Scout and military vet—seems to be the kind of man she’s always craved, and he seems to be fascinated with her as well. But can she trust him not to break her heart?

Cade has been a little in love with Lisa since high school, but when she started dating his much more charming and handsome brother, he was devastated. He left town and joined the Marines to avoid the torment of seeing the two of them together. Now, years later, he’s traveled the globe, survived multiple disasters and experienced loss. He is a man who knows what he wants and is willing to fight for it. And he wants Lisa. Now that life has given him a second chance to win her heart, he’s determined to prove to her he can be the hero she desires…come hell or high water.

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He found her later when she was in the kitchen making cupcakes for Claire. A part of her had expected him to come. Another part had hoped he would. Still, she jumped a little as his deep voice wafted through the kitchen. “Were you checking out my butt?”

Her heart thrummed and she whirled around, holding her stirring spoon before her like a weapon. As though that could protect her from his raw allure. “W-what?”

He prowled into the room and leaned on the countertop of the island, his biceps bunching. He had his shirt on, but only in as much as it was draped over his shoulder. The sight of the broad slabs of his chest, that sprinkling of golden hair trailing down to his belt buckle, captured her attention. She tried not to gape. Really she did. He was gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.

The kitchen was a large and airy room. Still, he seemed to fill it up, heat it up.

“Were you checking out my butt?” he repeated. “Out there, in the yard?” Oh, she loved the playful lilt of his smile. That and the hint of vulnerability in his eyes, as though he didn’t know. As though he weren’t sure.

“No.”

His smile dropped and her belly with it.

She hurried to add, “I was checking out your chest. I didn’t get to your butt yet.” She twirled a finger. “Turn around.”

He did, and he even waggled it for her, but he held her gaze. His glimmered.

It sent heat licking through her, heat that was probably too intense, at least for a guy she’d just met. Well, kind of just met. Really just met. She didn’t know much about him except he was damn hot, and a firefighter, and ex-military. And Cody’s brother. If he was like Cody, it probably wasn’t a good idea to encourage a flirtation with him—no matter how sexy she found him. In fact, it probably wasn’t a good idea to encourage anything with him—until she knew him a little better.

Still, she gusted a melodramatic sigh. “I knew it was a good idea to come and stay at the infamous Stud Ranch.”

He barked a laugh and then made a face. “None of that was my idea, by the way.”

“Hmm.” She gave the frosting a stir. “Let me guess…”

“Yup. Cody. But I gotta admit, it did save the ranch.” He leaned over and peered at her work. “What are you making?”

“Butterscotch cupcakes.”

His eyes lit up. “Seriously?”

She waggled the spoon at him. “For Claire.”

He watched her with puppy dog eyes as she spooned frosting into the bag and piped it on in a practiced swirl. “She’ll never know if you give one to me.”

“I’m pretty sure she will.”

His lip pooched out. God, it was a beautiful lip. She tried not to stare. “What kind of frosting is it?” he asked in a woebegone voice.

“Maple bacon.”

“That sounds…dangerous.”

She grinned and scooped some from the bowl with a finger. Without thinking she held it out. “Wanna taste?”

His eyes flared. Muscles bunched. He took her wrist in a warm cuff and leaned forward and, easing her finger into his mouth…he sucked.

Too late, she realized her mistake.

She should never have allowed this man to put his mouth on her. For as he drew her into that warm, velvet cavern, lapping and nibbling on her tender skin—long after the frosting was gone—she realized she was an idiot for thinking she could just be friends with him. She was an idiot for imagining for a moment that she could resist his allure.

He was far too desirable.

Their gazes locked. A tumult, a conflagration passed between them. Without loosening his hold on her, he came around the counter and pulled her into his arms. And then, he kissed her.

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It was a good idea at the time...

Every have the great idea for a project, a great new way to manage time, or just a idea that seems foolproof? Yeah, me too. Several times.

One of the recently. I need to learn to say no, but the muse pops in with, "that's a great idea and will be a lot of fun!" What I really need to do is tell my muse to shut the hell up and work on the projects we already have. But I love her ideas and so do my readers. Plus I'm having way too much fun creating new things. I love being busy and having enough things mapped out for the next year or so. Yes, I've started my 2016 writing schedule. Although my schedule is more of a list with dates.

Back to the great idea thing. A few months ago I got completely caught up with my deadlines and was actually working a head of schedule. Then the idea of writing a few shorter stories and fitting them in between my current releases so I'd have a release every two weeks. Yes, I know I'm crazy. Like I said, it was a good idea at the time.

I was fine until I got sick and the whole month of April fell apart on me. Now that it's a new month, which is almost over, I'm back on track and ready to tackle my ever growing writing schedule. Let the fun begin!

Have you ever had a great idea that turned out to no be so great?

Release Day!!! - Some Like it Easy - Heather Long

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He’s lived the good life…

Cut off from his finances and ordered get his life together, George Dagmar registers for university in New York. College life, as it turns out, isn’t so bad. He can party, meet lots of girls, and hang out—at least according to professional student and artist, Penny Novak. When they tangle in the sheets, George quickly realizes she is more than an affair…

She lives life on her terms… 

Penny enjoys a bohemian lifestyle and plans to live as a poor artist for the rest of her life, answering to no one but her muse. Spoiled George doesn’t impress her, but when her sister asks her to keep an eye on the brat prince, Penny can’t help but tweak his royal nose. When he rises to the occasion and proves he can be funny and charming, they hit the sheets. Reveling in their carefree affair, Penny has no complaints until George slips and declares his love. Galvanized by fear of a set in stone future, this commitment-phobe bolts…

Changing the rules… 

He’s never wanted anyone the way he wants her. George will go to any length to prove they were meant to be together. Even grow up…

Read the first chapter now!

A writer without her computer...

Have you ever tried to send a newsletter without your computer? Up until recently neither had I...
You see I, Rebecca Royce, have officially gone over two weeks without my computer. And I'm starting to crack up. My tablet is great but it's just not the same. Toshiba is fixing my computer which is still under warranty and all I can do is wait. I think I might be getting a little punchy...

So what are you reading? Please, I need recommendations before I start to climb the walls.

Keeping The Passion Alive

One of the most important things about being in a long term relationship is to keep the passion alive. It can be hard with kids, jobs, pets and errands but it's important. I think keeping up your individual passions helps keep the mutual fires going. Feeling good about yourself keeps you motivated in a relationship.

On that note, this morning my entire family got up at 5:00 am so my husband of seventeen years can go on The Real Ale ride. He loves cycling. He has since before we were married. This is him riding on the Circuit of the Americas here in Austin a couple years ago. It's not the most convenient or cheapest sport. Sometimes it terrifies me when he goes out on a ride. But I know he loves it. And rides like these keep him connected to the community. So I'm always supportive. Yep, even at 5:00 am on a Saturday.

What is it that keeps you passionate about life?