Get a 30% Rebate, Plus Lucy Needs Your Votes!

Hi everyone,

Grand SlamI just found out that the fabulous All Romance eBooks and equally fabulous Ellora’s Cave Publishing have put together another excellent deal for readers. From now until 31st July, you can get a 30% rebate on ALL Ellora’s Cave titles. This includes the two Raw Talent titles released so far!

Sweet Spot (F/F Erotic Sports Romance novella – an All Romance bestseller – Lucy Felthouse solo)

Grand Slam (M/F BDSM Erotic Sports Romance novel – co-authored by Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse)

Also, in other great Ellora’s Cave news, my erotica short story A Taste of Rome has been nominated for a Golden Ankh award! If you’d like to vote, the link is here (A Taste of Rome is in the ‘erotica’ category if you want to vote for me :) ): https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/RCon2014 - voting is live until 23rd July.

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

Dungeon Crawl – Wimbledon Special

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Welcome to Dungeon Crawl – the UK is gripped by Wimbledon fever, and what better way to enjoy those hot guys on the court than by reading Grand Slam! Grand Slam features Travis Connolly, the fictional world’s very own seriously sexy, number one seed who happens to have a passion for BDSM as well as tennis.

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He struck again and again. Each time I flinched, fighting against my restraints and clamping my arse around the plug. He didn’t concentrate solely on my buttocks the way he did when he spanked me, instead he drifted the flogger upward to my shoulders, down almost to my knees. My thighs, I discovered, were particularly sensitive.

The pain was white-hot, electric. I was on fire. Still Travis swung over and over. My moans had turned into one long mewl. It was both pleasure and torture. My pussy was thumping with need, my nipples dragging hard on the cross, the clamps heightening the sensation in them.

As suddenly as he started he stopped. I was barely standing, my weight was hanging on the wrist supports.

“Come here,” he said, slotting in behind my burning back, his now-naked chest cool on my skin. “That’s enough for a first time with Cat.”

I released a sob. I so wanted to come. The dreamy state I was in demanded it. Endorphins raged through me and I needed pleasure, extreme pleasure to mix with my pain and take me to that special place only Travis took me.

“Don’t worry, I know what you need.” I was in his arms now, he was lifting me across the room.

The plug shifted in my bum. I groaned and tried to fret my clit. “Oh no you don’t,” he said.
“Please, Sir.” The whine in my voice was pathetic. I didn’t care. He set me on the table and lifted my feet into the stirrups.

I opened my eyes, blinked a few times even though the light was dim, and studied his face. He had a layer of sweat on his forehead, the same as when he was on the court.

His jaw was set, his teeth gritted and he was fisting his cock—his thick, hard, sheathed cock.

 

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Grand Slam is available from Ellora’s Cave and all good ebook retailers.

 

 

Sunday Snog – Wimbledon Special!

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Welcome to Sunday Song – here’s a smoochy moment from Grand Slam to get you in the mood for those hot, hot tennis players  who are showing off their talents on the court at Wimbledon! Oh, yum!

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I swallowed. Shit, how the hell was I supposed to argue with him when he was naked and dripping and looking deliciously dirty despite the clean, woodsy scent of his shower gel?

“All that.” I flicked my hand, using my anger to help me ignore the fact he’d just been stroking his cock and saying my name. “Out there. With Peter.”

He gripped his dick again, tugged it. A sly grin spread on his face. “He needs to know where he stands. It’s only fair.”

“That’s for me to do, in my own time, thank you very much.”

He ran his grip up his shaft, smoothed his thumb through his deep slit. I found it impossible not to watch. “Come here,” he said quietly.

“No.”

He stared at me, the shower beating on his shoulders bounced off him in a hard spray, creating a mist, halo-like around his head. I almost laughed. Travis Connolly was no angel, not by a long stretch of the imagination.

“Marie, come here.” His tone was firmer this time.

“I need you to say you won’t interfere again.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“You’ll have to.”

He smiled but his lips flattened almost immediately as he set up a slow push-pull movement on his dick. He tipped his head up to the water and groaned.

“Jesus,” I said, taking a step toward him. I licked my lips, felt my heart rate skitter. His abdominal muscles were like a row of bricks, deeply defined and golden. That tempting dark trail of hair was flat and wet against his skin. How I would love to run my fingers through it, lick, nibble and suck, head lower… “Are you really going to stand there and have a wank instead of discussing this with me?”

“I can wank and have a conversation. I’m good at multitasking.” He set his gaze on me once more. “But feel free to help me out here. If you want to that is.”

“No.” I folded my arms.

“Perhaps I’ll order you to.”

“What, like you ordered me not to go out with Peter?”

“I don’t recall it happening that way at all. You offered not to see him again.”

“Yes, well, maybe I did, but I also remember you saying you had no hold on me, no claim.”

“Mmm, did I?” He was masturbating a bit faster now, a small shudder rippled through him. “Well that was before I spanked your pretty arse and then fucked you. Maybe now I’m feeling that gives me some kind of rights. Certainly more rights than Peter has.”

“You said we were just exploring, playing, that was the deal.”

“It still is the deal. But forget Peter, he’s not here, it’s just us. And this place is empty, empty and quiet, warm and wet and seeing you standing there… Fucking hell, Marie, have you any idea what you do to me? How hard you make me?”

“I do?” I had a fair idea.

“Yes, like granite, concrete. I swear half the blood in my body goes to my cock when I think of you over my knee or remember myself buried deep inside you or…” He moaned, jerking his hips into his own fist.

“Or…?”

“Or thinking of you touching me in the shower. Right from that first time I saw you, I’ve fantasized about it… Fucking hell, come here. Now.” He grimaced. “And if I have to tell you again you’ll find yourself becoming acquainted with some clamps I have whether you want to or not.”

My breaths were rapid. His words tumbled through my mind. Shower—he fantasized about me touching him in the shower? That was what got the world’s number one off when he was alone—me jacking his cock in the water? And clamps? I could have a good guess at what he meant, I wasn’t stupid. But really? He thought that was a threat? It sounded like a big pile of fun to me.

I stepped out of my sandals, went so close the steamy spray of the water dampened my arms and settled on my cheeks.

“Touch me,” he said. His tone carried a definite order but there was also a certain note of desperation in it. “I need you to touch me, you, just you, Marie.”

I needed to touch him too. And I could forget about Peter. That was possible. In fact that was easy. Touching the man standing in front of me—horny, turned-on, gorgeous—was all I wanted to do. Everything else paled into insignificance.

He stepped out from under the water just a little and turned, palms on the wall again, the way he’d been when I’d first walked into the room.

I moved in behind him, not caring when the thin cotton of my dress pressed against his back and buttocks and became instantly soaked. I squeezed closer still, my breasts squashing against his solid body, my mound pushing at the base of his buttocks. All I could think of was hearing that rumbling groan he made when he came, of feeling his cock pulse in my hand, of making him fall to his knees again when an intense orgasm ripped through his body.

Reaching ’round him, I curled my hand around his cock, absorbed the appreciative moan that erupted from his chest and started a slow pumping movement, up and down, slowly, so slowly.

He rocked his hips a little, canting them forward and backward. I took the hint, increased the speed, stretched with my other hand and cupped his balls, cool, wet sacs that were heavy in my palms.

“Use your nails,” he gasped, widening his stance. “On my balls. Please, scratch me.”

I did as he asked, pressing my cheek on his sopping shoulder blade as I drew little scrapes over his sac.

“Ah, yes, like that,” he said breathily.

His shaft was thick and hot, swollen and stiff. I wished I could see it from where I stood but I couldn’t, I was embracing him from behind.

“That looks so incredibly sexy,” he gasped. “To see your tiny hands on my dick like that.”

“You should come soon in case someone interrupts us.”

“No one will… But don’t worry… I’m not far,” he moaned. “Ah yeah, faster now, harder.”

His balls were packing in tight to his body, the pulse in his cock was throbbing against my palm and he was rocking into me and away, setting the pace.

“Ah, Marie, yeah…”

I stretched my index finger back as far as it would go behind his balls and stroked over his anus like I had before. Just applying a bit of pressure to the clenched pucker.

“Fucking hell, Marie…Marie… You…” His words turned into a long, low grunt and then he froze. He was coming hard. Waves of pleasure were shooting up his cock and throbbing against my hand. A rope of slippery cum caught over my palm then served as lube as I jacked him harder, firmer, my movements barely controlled, the heat and friction building.

“Crap, that’s too good,” he groaned, suddenly spinning, forcing me to release him. “You want me on my knees again?”

He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth, sweeping around ’til he found mine.

I gave as good as I got, holding him to me tight, again not caring about water or cum stains on my dress.

Another shiver of pleasure attacked his body and I squeezed him to me tighter.

He slid his fingers into my hair, holding me firm as his kiss intensified. I hadn’t orgasmed but I was tingling all over, my knees weak, my breaths hard to catch.

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Grand Slam is available from Ellora’s Cave and all good ebook retailers.

 

Saturday Spankings

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings and to Raw Talent. To celebrate Wimbledon being thrashed out in London, UK, here are a few sexy lines from Grand Slam…

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“And then, God, then I’m going to do everything I’ve been fucking dreaming about doing to you.” Suddenly he bit my right buttock, right in the middle.

I jerked, let out a squeal. “Ow, Jesus Christ, what the…”

With a rush of movement I found myself on the bed facedown, a barrage of slaps hitting my already stinging arse.

“Oh, oh,” I cried. Not what I’d been expecting. “Ah, fucking hell.” I tried to writhe away. Fuck, it hurt like hell. My skin was so sore already. This was a new, angry layer.

“Stay with it, babe,” Travis said, keeping me prisoner by pressing on my back with his free hand. “Just let that burn build up again, send it to your sweet, sweet pussy so in a minute I can taste how good it feels.”

 

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Sweet Spot Has a Silver Star on All Romance eBooks! @allromance @cw1985

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Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to announce that Sweet Spot has received a silver star on All Romance eBooks! It’s a bestseller in the Lesbian eBooks category. I’m delighted, to say the least.

Thanks so much to everyone that’s bought the book, it really means a lot.

Also, if you haven’t bought it yet, you can grab it with a 25% rebate until the end of the month at All Romance eBooks. Bargain!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Dungeon Crawl

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Welcome to this weeks’ Dungeon Crawl. To celebrate Wimbledon fever which has gripped the UK, here’s a few sexy moments from Grand Slam…

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“Squeeze your tits,” he said. “Get your nipples good and hard.”

They already were, the slightly cool air of the room and the thought of what was coming had lusty hormones racing through my system. I did as he asked, fondling and squeezing, tugging at my nipples until they were erect points jutting forward.

“Mmm, perfect,” he said, stooping to suck first the right and then the left into his mouth. He sucked hard and possessively, making greedy wet noises.

I ran my hands into his thick but feathery-soft hair. Allowed a hiss of air to squeeze past my teeth.

“Now for these.” As he spoke I felt the chill of metal clamping around my right nipple.

“Ouch, I—”

“Shh, it’s all good, it will just heighten the sensation, trust me.”

I watched, half fascinated and half wanting to wince as he attached the opposite one.

“I haven’t made them tight,” he said. “Just enough so you know they’re there. To remind you that your body belongs to me.”

 

Mmm. delicious and it gets hotter… Grand Slam is available from Ellora’s Cave and all good ebook retailers.

Sweet Spot Reviews Coming In! @cw1985 @lily_harlem @ellorascave @8britbabes

Sweet SpotHi everyone,

Just a flying visit to let you know that not only did Sweet Spot enjoy a chart position on Amazon US just a day after its release, but it’s also received a couple of fab reviews! Check ‘em out:

“Oh how I enjoy a Lucy Felthouse title! When these two finally DO act on their attraction, their connection is incredibly sexy and hot, with the inset of Virginia’s thoughts and desires adding to the steam. A hot and steamy short that gives an insight into their lives and concerns, you don’t have to be a sport fan to enjoy this.” 4 out of 5, The Jeep Diva

“Sweet Spot was a fun ride. This is a great choice for anyone in the mood for a well-developed tale whose secondary story lines are nearly as interesting as the main event.” Long and Short Reviews

So if you’re looking for something to get you in the mood for Wimbledon, check out Sweet Spot! And Grand Slam, of course!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Sweet Spot is OUT NOW! @cw1985 @ellorascave #lesbian #erotica #romance

Hi everyone,

I’m positively leaping around the room with excitement today… my second June release is now available!

Sweet Spot, my lesbian erotic romance novella, belongs to two series – Hot Pink from Ellora’s Cave, andRaw Talent. I had a great deal of writing this one. It has some crossover with the previous book in the Raw Talent series, Grand Slam, but can easily be read as a standalone title. And I still totally adore that cover!

Sweet SpotHere’s the blurb:

Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

An an excerpt:

Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”

I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,

PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.

*****

Sound like your kind of thing? Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot

And, of course, don’t forget to enter the giveaway below!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


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25% Rebate on All Romance eBooks!

Grand SlamHi everyone,

Just a quick note to let you know that for the month of June, All Romance eBooks is giving a 25% rebate on ALL Ellora’s Cave books! So that means you can get your hands on Grand Slam at a discount price. And, because the rebate is month-long, when Sweet Spot comes out on the 18th June, you’ll be able to bag that at a bargain price, too!

How cool is that!?

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

The Parisians are Getting in the Mood!

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Hi all,

I was in Paris last week on holiday, and I noticed this as I sailed past the Eiffel Tower on a river cruise. It seems the Parisians are definitely getting in the mood for the French Open! For those of you that don’t know, Roland Garros is where the French Open is played, and is just on the outskirts of Paris. Nice to see the excitement building ahead of the tournament.

Want a tennis fix of a different kind? Don’t forget to check out Grand Slam, and pre-order your copy of Sweet Spot, which is coming on the 18th June.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x