Coming Soon – Brit Boys: On Boys

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I’m just swinging by to let you know about a new project both Lily and I are part of. It’s not sports romance, but it is M/M with a distinctly British flavour. I give you… Brit Boys: On Boys!

 

Due for release on 30th December, Brit Boys: On Boys, a collection of 8 M/M novellas written by 8 top British M/M authors. This smokin’ hot box set is initially available at the bargain price of 99c/99p, that’s a steal for 147,000 words/440 pages of unforgettable M/M erotic romance that will leave your eReader, and you, burning up.

 

Brit Boys: On Boys

From east to west and north to south, these British boys are having a blast in and out of the bedroom with the men of their dreams. They’re topping and bottoming from London to Cardiff, living out fantasies in the wildest fells and hooking up while serving HRH Queen Elizabeth II.

With passion and lust the name of the game, nothing is off limits. Throw in honed muscles, high-strength testosterone and an accent to die for and there is nothing they can’t do and no one they can’t get in this world or another.

 

 

Bodywork

By Ashe Barker

 

Alex is doing okay. His body repair shop makes enough to live on, he has a decent apartment, life is fine. That all changes when he runs into Graham in a supermarket car park – literally. He offers to fix the damage to Graham’s car free of charge. The sparks soon fly, and the heat between them has nothing to do with welding equipment.

 

Breaking the Marine

By M.K. Elliott

 

Brandon Rosen hadn’t planned for his final night before enrolling in the Royal Marines to involve a hot stranger and a pub car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned for that same hot stranger to turn up at the barracks in the form of his Drill Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In the testosterone fuelled environment of the training camp, can Brandon and Will overcome past pains and face up to what they really want? Or will the Royal Marine Commando School break their relationship before it even gets started?

 

Love on Location

By Lucy Felthouse

 

When Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he’s expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they’re drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?

 

Landscapes

By K D Grace

 

Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?

 

The Chase

By Lily Harlem

 

Steve’s killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.

 

Dish of the Day

By Clare London

 

Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster – until his friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.

 

E2

By Sarah Masters

 

When Archie meets Dan after The Change, he realises there is no such thing as a random meeting of soul mates, it’s all mapped out in the stars. Now all he’s got to do is hope those orbiting planets stay in alignment and true love finds him again.

 

Locked Out

By Josephine Myles

 

Getting accidentally locked out of his hotel room on Valentine’s Day night is embarrassing enough for teacher Martin Cooper, but the fact he’s stark naked makes it even worse. It doesn’t help that the one person he runs into is Rod, the gorgeous man he’d been checking out earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod offers Martin a refuge, the night heats up. Now if only Martin could get the hang of this seduction business…

 

Find out more and pre-order your copy at Brit Boys: On Boys.

 

Awesome British M/M Authors
Ashe Barker
M K Elliott
Lucy Felthouse
K D Grace
Lily Harlem
Clare London
Sarah Masters
Josephine Myles

 

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Scored by Lily Harlem

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Scored is a sexy soccer novel by Lily Harlem and follows Lewis Tate, captain of the England football team and Nicky, a sports journalist, as they find romance amongst the fanfare of the European Cup.

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Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.

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Excerpt

After dropping my robe onto a wicker lounger with deep cream cushions, I waded down the steps into the pool. Cool water wrapped around me, caressing my aching limbs like soothing hands. Bliss. Even more blissful because I had the place all to myself.

There were voices coming from the terrace. Three double doors were flung open to the sunshine and the breeze. I couldn’t hear what was being said, just the low hum of conversation.

Kicking out, I swam on my back toward a large silver tap-like jet and watched the shimmering reflections on the roof. They shivered and shook, the sunlight rippling across the ceiling in sparkling waves. Sighing, I moved beneath the jet, let the blasting water jostle and jolt me, bash against my travel-weary shoulders.

I shut my eyes. The heavy pounding was heavenly, massaging away several days of stress and strain. I tipped my head back, smoothed my hair from my face and allowed the water drag the sodden strands over my scalp and down my back. Later I would use the luxurious-smelling shampoo and conditioner in my hotel bathroom and tame my curls ready for tomorrow’s match. I was bound to see Phil there. I hoped he wouldn’t ask me too much about the Donbass and the players. Likewise, I hoped Reg wouldn’t give me a hard time later when I just did a report about the architecture and history of the hotel rather than a detailed account of my meeting with the team captain.

Just the thought of Lewis conjured an image of him in my head. His smile had had a devastating effect on my lusty hormones, sending them skittering this way and that. Prodding and poking me, and reminding me that it had been just over a year since I’d taken a man to my bed. How blessed was Naomi to get her hands on his hot body? She must know she was the luckiest woman on the planet.

I rubbed my fingertips over my shoulders and chest, blindly making sure my bikini was still covering my modesty. Sure Lewis was drop-dead gorgeous, but he was also a really nice guy. He’d been kind enough to make sure the press conference was fair, polite enough not to use the word vibrator in the elevator, and then more than happy to help out a stranger struggling with a keycard. And to top it all, he went to church like a good boy. He was perfect, there was no other way to describe him. I wondered what he saw in Naomi, whose reputation as a diva preceded her. Perhaps it was all for show and beneath the veneer she was a sweetheart.

Somehow I couldn’t imagine it.

I sighed and decided to relax on one of the soft loungers and let the breeze tickle over me as I dried.

Opening my eyes, I stepped out of the blasting jet.

Fuck!

Standing at the side of the pool were four England players staring straight at me.

Suddenly I was glad of the extra support the water gave me. My knees felt weak, and my stomach turned a cartwheel.

What the hell?

Neil Bryers stood at the far left, his dark skin gleaming and a wide, white grin on his face. Next to him was the goalie, Ted Hatton—he was tall and skinny, famed for his big hands, and right now he also had big eyes. Then came Liam Taylor; the baby of the team at only nineteen, he wore bright orange flowery swim trunks and was gripping a towel at crotch level, twirling it around his fingers. Finally, Lewis stood with his hands on his hips and his mouth slightly parted. He didn’t have the soft, smiley expression he’d had in the mental image I’d been enjoying. In fact, he looked beyond pissed off.

Damn, I really should have stayed in my room. I could hear that restricting order winging its way toward me.

But what could I do? I was here now, in the water, and they were there, waiting to get in.

I took a deep breath and waded toward the steps, wishing there was a little more support in my bikini top. I could feel my breasts shifting as I moved. With each step they bounced and jiggled. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

The players stayed stock still and continued to stare. I wondered about flashing them a smile then decided against it. That would just make me look like a footy groupie. And I certainly didn’t fall into a WAG-wannabe category. I was a serious reporter, here for the game, not the players.

Gripping a steel bar, I exited the pool, the water splashing away from my body as I rose. Typical that was where they were standing and I had to walk right past Lewis to reach my robe. I caught his eye briefly. He’d pulled down his brows, narrowed his eyes and was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. I dropped my gaze and admired, for the shortest pocket of time, his broad chest and the scribble of blond hair at the center that led a tantalizing trail downward, past his naval to the waistband of his shorts.

I reached my robe and used it to dab against my face, wiping away the drips. Thankfully, I heard the shuffle of feet, someone mentioned the sunshine outside, and I was aware of the players moving out of the pool area.

Dropping the robe onto the lounger, I took a deep breath and sagged my shoulders.

“It’s see-through, you know.”

Standing directly in front of me was Lewis.

I was shocked to see him when I thought I was alone again. “What?”

“Your bikini, it’s completely see-through.”

I pulled in a sharp intake of breath and glanced down.

Oh fuck! He was right. My white bikini was opaque. My nipples were dark and erect, poking at the pathetically thin material, and my little strip of pubic hair…fuck, you could make out every strand and the first indent of my labia.

“Shit.” I scrabbled for my robe, but Lewis was already holding it open for me.

“Here,” he said.

“I, er, thanks.” I shoved my arms in and pulled it tight around my body. Every millimeter of my flesh prickled with embarrassment. “Shit, I didn’t know, it’s new, I—”

“Hey, these things happen. Trouble is, these guys are all on enforced celibacy. Seeing a beautiful woman standing in a see-through bikini underneath flowing water might just tip them over the edge, if you know what I mean.”

Oh my God. Had I heard him right? Had Lewis Tate just called me beautiful?

“I’m really sorry,” I gabbled. “I didn’t know. I’ll just go and…and…” And what, get dressed, curl up under a stone and die?

He cocked his head and studied me. “I’m not complaining on my behalf, but Liam’s just a baby. He barely has the self-control needed to cope with Fellows’ damn rules.”

I gripped my hair into a ponytail and squeezed it to wring out the pool water. “Like I said, I’m sorry.”

“No apologies.” He was watching me fiddle with my hair. “But if I catch him trying to bed some Ukrainian chick later then I’ll know who to blame.”

“Well, I’m sure it won’t come to that.” Words and thoughts were tumbling in my head. Was I really having a conversation with Lewis about his team’s struggle with celibacy?

“You’d better hope it doesn’t.” He twitched his mouth into a half smile. “Perhaps I’ll go and order him to have some quality alone time. Take the edge of it. That usually helps, doesn’t it?”

My intestines knotted. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He shoved a hand through his hair and it flopped messily around his face and temples. “Sure you do.”

He turned and walked away, in the direction of the terrace. His movements were so easy and graceful he almost glided, his body under absolute control. If I hadn’t been so ruffled at the bizarre conversation we’d just had and his parting comment, I would have enjoyed seeing the way the sinewy muscles in his back sat taut beneath the skin, shifting ever so slightly with each step.

But I was seriously ruffled. My cheeks were burning and the traitorous bikini felt cold and sticky against my skin. There was no way I could chill out by the pool now. The relaxed state of a few minutes ago had evaporated and in its place sat yet another dagger of mortification.

There was only one thing for it. Clearly, I couldn’t be trusted out of my hotel room, because each time I did venture out some humiliating incident occurred with Lewis. I would shower and change and order room service. In fact, I would only come out for matches over the next few weeks. That would be the best thing. I would live there, it was certainly sumptuous enough. Perhaps then I’d be able to avoid any more toe-curling episodes of shame.

 

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Five Stilettos for Grand Slam!

Grand SlamHi everyone,

Lily and I are delighted to have just received this fantastic review for Grand Slam from Romances with a Little Kick:

“…sexy, emotional and just down right delicious! The plot is what caught my interest in Grand Slam because of the power of the characters being so strong with only sharing a few intense moments I was shocked on how much I felt through the precious moments. Lily Harlem & Lucy Felthouse these ladies know how to pour on the heat.” 5 out of 5

If you’d like to read the entire review, go here.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

The #usopen Starts Today – And We’re Celebrating! (@cw1985 @lily_harlem) #erotica #romance #sports #tennis

Hi everyone,

Grand SlamI’m sure the tennis fans amongst you already know that the US Open starts today. Well, myself, Lily Harlem and our publisher, Ellora’s Cave, are celebrating by teaming together to offer a discount on Grand Slam. Much of the action in Grand Slam surrounds the US Open, so we thought it was the perfect excuse to give you a fantastic deal to kink up your eReaders!

So, if you fancy checking out this BDSM sports romance novel, then head over to the Ellora’s Cave website pronto and bag yourself a 25% discount (ends 8th September). Books from the EC website are available for all popular eReaders and are easy to get onto your device – just follow the instructions on the site.

Here’s a reminder of what the book’s about:

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

Read an excerpt: http://rawtalentseries.co.uk/book-1-grand-slam/

Add the book to your Goodreads shelves: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Who Loves a Bargain? 25% Rebate on Ellora’s Cave Titles on All Romance eBooks!

Grand SlamHi everyone,

Wow, it seems like every other week there’s an offer on at All Romance eBooks, but I’m not complaining. I love to bag a bargain! ;)

From now until the end of August, you can get a 25% rebate on all Ellora’s Cave titles at All Romance eBooks!

That includes the Raw Talent sports romance books:

Grand Slam

Sweet Spot

 

Pack of LiesAlso, the following titles from Lucy:

Pack of Lies (just released!)

Illicit Relations

Mean Girls

A Taste of London

A Taste of Paris

A Taste of Rome

 

MisconductAnd the following titles from Lily:

Hired

Cross-Checked

Slap Shot

Teamwork

High-sticked

Misconduct

Cold Nights, Hot Bodies

Dangerous to Know

Dessert

Joy Ride

Stockholm Surrender

Shared

Shared Too

Mirror Music

Mattress Music

Ménage a Music

So, what are you waiting for? Load up your eReader with lots of erotica and erotic romance to ensure a long, hot summer ;)

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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