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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.

Grand Slam

Grand Slam

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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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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Grand Slam

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

Saturday Spankings

 

 

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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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.

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!?

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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

Grand Slam With 90% Off!

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It’s Read an eBook Week, which means it’s time to grab yourself some bargains. This includes Grand Slam. I heard on the grapevine that Kobo and Ellora’s Cave are offering a huge 90% off their titles – though I haven’t tried it myself so please don’t shout at me if it doesn’t work.

So if you haven’t yet read Grand Slam and want to, then head on over to the book page at Kobo and make sure to enter this discount code:

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…and get the book for next to nothing! Talk about a bargain 😀

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Get Grand Slam at a Bargain Price!

Hi everyone,

If you’ve not yet got your hands on our sports romance novel, Grand Slam, now’s the perfect opportunity, because you can bag it at a bargain price!

All Romance eBooks has a 30% rebate offer on all Ellora’s Cave titles throughout January, which brings Grand Slam to just $5.25.

If you prefer to shop at Amazon, though, there are also offers on Amazon UK and Amazon US – though we’re not sure how long these are valid for, so would recommend grabbing it quickly before Amazon change the price again.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Sunday Snog

Sunday Snog

 

Another Sunday another Snog, here you go, let’s not waste time this is an action-packed moment…

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Travis’ meaty cock was inches from my mouth. Thick and hard, lined with several dark, bulging veins and topped with a shiny head that invited licks. And lots of them.

I was stunned by his daring action, yes. It was way beyond what I thought would happen today. But equally at war with my shocked state was a glut of longing that had pooled inside me, dampening my panties and spiking my nipples. If this was wrong, how come it felt so right?

I stared at the way he held the shaft in his palm, stroking his thumb over the length and then into the rim. Caressing, fondling himself, as if showing me what he liked.

I swallowed and could almost taste him. The scent of his body was swimming around me, hot and vital, testosterone-soaked male, lacing my nostrils and tongue, winding its way into my lungs and down my throat.

“Now suck it,” he said, the words seemingly being dragged out of his throat on a crest of lust.

Suck it!

Saliva pooled in my cheeks, my heart thudded. Had I imagined the words?

I glanced up at his face and adjusted the position of my knees on the floor. I felt so small down here. He was looming over me, casting his big shadow over me.

“Suck me off, Marie, now.”

Okay, I heard that all right. And there was something in his voice, his tone, that expected to be obeyed. No, make that demanded to be obeyed.

I swallowed again, leaning closer and parting my lips. A shiver of excitement rattled up my spine and I felt a rise of goose bumps on my nape.

He clenched his fists at his sides. I noticed his knees lock and then I took him into my mouth.

He sucked in a breath.

I didn’t hear it release as I reached for his hips, gripped and sank him deep, taking him swiftly to the back of my throat. I adored how he filled my mouth, slotting onto the base of my tongue, the head of his erection as smooth as silk yet as hard as granite.

I paused with him as far down as I could take him, created a suction then rippled my tongue against his hardness.

“Ah yes, that’s it, perfect,” he said, resting his hands gently on my hair. “Just like that, Marie. Oh, yes, such a good girl, such a good psychologist.”

Psychologist.

Fuck, that word was like a steam train tearing through my conscience. What the bloody hell was I doing sucking off a client? Not just any old client either, but Travis fucking Connolly, world-famous tennis star.

I pulled back, let him pop from my mouth and scooted away, right until I felt the wooden side of my table against my shoulders. My breaths were hard to catch, my vision blurred. I’d always prided myself on my professionalism, but this, Jesus, this really took the biscuit. Oral sex in my office. Oh my God.

 

Saturday Spankings

Saturday Spankings

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a continuation of last weeks spanking. Marie is blindfold and listening to what is going on around her.

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I knew those words, had called them out myself on several occasions. I gripped Travis’ hand, wanting to put it between my legs. I was burning for his touch, for stimulation.

Another slapping sound, followed by another and another. A cry of delight, of pain, a plea for more, to stop, more, more, more…

I knew where I was, all right. Travis had brought me to an orgy. All around me people were having sex. The smells of their arousal, their juices, sweat and cum filled the air. It didn’t disgust me in the slightest. It turned me the hell on.