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A Fantastic Review for Grand Slam!

Grand SlamLily and I are delighted to have received this amazing review for Grand Slam, from Sinful Press.

I wasn’t sure what to expect with Grand Slam as I’m not a big sports fan, but I wanted to give it a go as limiting reading material based on personal interests can mean missing out on some great books.

Grand Slam is a M/F BDSM novel written from the first person perspective of the two main characters, Marie Sherratt and Travis Connolly. Marie is a sports psychologist and Travis, a world class tennis player, is her patient, and while both characters are stereotypically beautiful, their personalities are intelligent and complex. I loved the psychology aspect as the therapy sessions allowed an insight into the characters that would have felt forced in any other interaction, but they were also used as a stepping stone to a more personal relationship rather than being the main focus of the story.

The dialogue, both internal and external, is natural, and the writing styles of each author fit together seamlessly to create an easy to read novel that pulled me into the story rather than leaving me watching from the outside.

And, of course, as an erotic novel, the sex has to be good. And it is. Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse pull out all the stops to create believable sex scenes, both from a visual perspective and an emotional one. Their attention to detail is fantastic, and the result is a novel that will leave you hot and bothered and desperate for more.

No book is perfect, but my only criticism with this novel is that I personally don’t like first person narratives told by more than one character as it is easy to forget whose viewpoint you’re seeing. Saying that, it only took a few chapters before I got into the flow of it.

My final thoughts are that I am happily surprised to have enjoyed a sports themed erotic story, that I will definitely read more by both of these authors, and that I will ……. this novel to all of my friends.

While I was given this novel for free to review, I will happily spend money on both of these authors from now on. Lucy Felthouse and Lily Harlem, keep up the great work.

Travis Connolly is Back! And Just in Time for #wimbledon

Hi everyone,

Lily and I are delighted to announce that everyone’s favourite dominant tennis player, Travis Connolly, is back – and just in time for Wimbledon! And he’s got a brand new cover and a brand new price! If you’ve read Grand Slam before, the content remains the same.

For those of you that aren’t familiar with the book, here’s what it’s all 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.

So, if you want to get your hands on this book, the buy links are here. More will be added as soon as they’ve gone live.

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.

Sunday Snog

Sunday Snog

 

A big welcome to Sunday Snog, this week another sexy smooch from Grand Slam, taken from midway through the book. Pucker up!

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 “So now things are different between us, shall we try something?” The softly-softly approach was really hard for me, clearly at odds with my natural personality, but I wanted Marie so badly that I’d deal with it. For now. Besides, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be much of a Master would I? And I prided myself on being experienced and skilled when it came to Domination.

“O-okay,” she replied, fiddling with the hem of her blouse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. It’s just a little experiment, nothing else. Just to see how you feel. If it floats your boat, so to speak.”

She gave me what could only be described as a relieved smile. I reached forward and put my fingers beneath her chin, lifting her head. Then I closed the space between us and did something I’d been dying to do for days—I kissed her. I had an ulterior motive too. I wanted to use her reaction to me kissing her to gauge what to do next, what I thought she’d be able to take.

Her lips were soft, supple, and she opened them to admit my tongue almost instantly, causing my semi-erection to grow quickly into a full one, which pressed insistently against the crotch of my jeans. Aching for her.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, resisting the temptation to grind my cock against her. She’d know damn well how hard I was without me doing that. I wondered if she was getting wet, whether the gusset of her knickers was damp. Because of me, because of what we were talking about. What we were doing.

She slipped her arms around my waist and I did a mental cheer. She was definitely into this, into me, and the little moans issuing from her throat emphasized that fact, boosting my confidence and rendering me capable of what I did next.

I pulled away from the kiss, leaving her gasping with spots of color on her cheeks and fully dilated pupils. She looked amazing, perfect, and I wanted her so much it hurt.

“Okay,” I said, “now get on your knees.”

My breath caught when, after the slightest hesitation, she did as I asked, dropping to her knees on the plush carpet. Before she changed her mind, I reached down and undid my jeans, then pulled my cock out of my boxers, pointing the head in her direction.

“Now suck it.”

My heart pounded as she looked up at me, an inscrutable expression on her face. She appeared frozen, stunned by my bold move. But that was okay, I was good at giving orders. “Suck me off, Marie, now.”

 

 

Saturday Spankings

Saturday Spankings

 

Oh, la, la, hello spanking devotees, here’s another short, sharp slap from Grand Slam.

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I allowed the same scents as in the first, noisy room to filter up my nose. At the same time sounds emerged. They’d been distant initially, like mist rising on a lake, but now they became clearer. Voices but not words, moans, gasps, a groan deep and guttural and then a slap and someone cried out. A yelp, another slap and a moan.

God, that moan, it was male I was sure and it went straight to my clit. Swelling the little nub and making me wriggle on my seat. I didn’t need to see to know that it was a moan of pleasure. The yelp, that was pain, I was certain, but the same voice had quickly released a gurgle of appreciation.

I leaned forward, hoping to hear more and was rewarded by noises to my left, panting and the friction of skin on skin. “Oh, yes, yes, yes…”

Blissemas 2013

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Welcome to Blissemas 2013. This is Raw Talent’s very first Christmas so we’re hoping the sexy stockings will be full to bursting point. The first book in the series, Grand Slam has had a wonderful year and been very, very good. With reviews like “The chemistry between Travis and Marie is hot.” “The sex scenes were sizzling.” and “So highly recommend this book” Santa is sure to be generous. The next books in the series are works in progress but will see the light of day in 2014 and yes, there’s more hot, super-confident, athletically talented guys and gals on the way.

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I loved writing Grand Slam and fell so in love with Travis. He’s all man, a testosterone overdose, a wonderful treat for every female sense. But what is it about sportsmen that gets us girls going? Of course their supreme fitness and their blessedly buff bodies would be a whopping plus between the sheets but is it their psych that really gets our attention? Their unwavering competitive streak and single minded focus – see we’re not so shallow after all – do we see these guys performing on the court, the pitch or the rink and think ‘wow, if they’re that obsessed with being the best, of winning and scoring goals, shots etc. what the hell would they be like in bed?’ Off the chart amazing, our inner voice shouts. ‘You’ll feel like you’ve won the damn Olympic gold medal in ecstasy’.

I’ll confess I’ve never had sex with a professional sportsman so this is all hypothetical, having said that I have a pretty damn vivid imagination, especially when it comes to hot men! I live in the UK and our most famous sporting export of recent years is of course the delectable David Beckham – yum!

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But we have a few other hotties which I thought I’d share. Why not? It’s cold outside and we have to keep warm somehow! This is boxer Joe Calzaghie, he’s Welsh (YAY!). He is seriously hot and a seriously nice guy too. I was lucky enough to meet him once – swoon! –and I had to be picked up off the floor when my knees gave way. His voice is all deep and lilting, one side of his mouth twitches when he smiles and his eyes sparkle with a confident naughtiness. He’s like a great big vat of sin which would be so heavenly to jump into! Damn – missed my opportunity by becoming a boneless heap!

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Now this is a surprise one. Because who would have thought the England cricket team would have had had such a hunky captain? Andrew Flintoff is a man who knows what he wants and goes out and gets it. I’ll confess it’s a sport that bores me silly (sorry any cricket fans) but when he was out there hitting balls around it and playing with his bat it was suddenly watchable!

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No UK list would be complete without Johnny Wilkinson, this guy scored the winning point for England in the Rugby World Cup Final despite having dislocated his shoulder minutes earlier in an evil tackle – ouch!! Now that is man on a mission, a man with unwavering self-control. Can you imagine…?

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Of course this is by no means an exhaustive list and there are supremely gorgeous and talented sportsmen the world over. But it is this wonderful deep vat of inspiration that is going to propel Raw Talent and it’s characters on and on. Look out for more M/F stories, BDSM and just plain kinky, there are F/F novellas on the way, and M/M (characters who you will have already met in Grand Slam) and then a menage a trois, and… yes the list goes on.

From Lucy and I and our Raw Talent heroes and heroines we wish you a wonderful cosy Christmas with lots of love and laughter. Don’t forget to leave a comment right here to be in with a chance to win the big prize – an ereader OR a $100 gift card!

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All pictures found online and presumed to be in the public domain.

Lily x

Buy Grand Slam 

50% Rebate on Grand Slam!

It’s Cyber Monday, and that means that the Internet has gone crazy with deals to be had. That includes All Romance eBooks, which stocks many of mine and Lily’s books, including our co-authored novel, Grand Slam.

They’re offering a 50% rebate on the vast majority of the books in their catalogue, including Grand Slam. This means that you can bag this BDSM erotic sports romance novel for just $3.75 – an absolute steal!

So, what are you waiting for? If you haven’t read this book already, grab it while it’s cheap and enjoy Travis and Marie’s sexy adventures.

Lucy x

Five Cups for Grand Slam!

Lily and I are dancing around our respective rooms, having just received this fantastic review from Coffee Time Romance for Grand Slam! Scoring five out of five, and here’s what the reviewer had to say:

ctr5cups“Grand Slam is an invitation into the meaning of a BDSM relationship based on love, trust and respect. The characters are two incredibly strong individuals who learn that being together can make them stronger. I love the easy introduction into a light dominate, submissive relationship. Grand Slam is an amazing love story for the romantic at heart, with just enough BDSM to interest those who appreciate extra spice in their life. Ms. Harlem and Ms. Felthouse have an amazing talent of balancing the BDSM lifestyle with the romance of love.”

You can read the review in its entirety here.

Check out more on Grand Slam here.

Lucy x

Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

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Grand SlamGrand Slam is back with another Sunday Snog, woohoo! As the name suggests, Sunday Snog is where a snippet from a published work, WIP or to-be-published work is shared to give readers a taste, and hopefully make them hot under the collar 😉 Once you’ve checked out this super snog from book one in the Raw Talent series, be sure to head back to Blissekiss and check out all the other awesome kisses. Enjoy!

The TV cameras were on us, capturing our joy and love, but I really couldn’t give a shit. Someone could have thrown a rotten tomato or an egg at my head in that moment and it wouldn’t have bothered me. All I could think about now was ensuring that Marie was sitting in the sidelines for every single tennis match I played for the rest of my career.
Finally I stopped spinning and put her down. I cupped her face and kissed her hard, possessively.

The yells of the crowd were deafening. I was giving my fans a treat by showing them a little of the man I was off the court. And why shouldn’t I? Marie was part of me now, she’d become ingrained in my soul, in my life. I was happy to share my fortune in finding her.

She was returning my kiss with equal ardor. After not nearly long enough, I had to stop, because although I was used to crowds and cameras staring at me, tennis shorts did absolutely nothing to hold an erection in check and I didn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure or something. That would dampen the mood somewhat.

Pulling away, I murmured, “We did it, Marie. Thank you.”

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