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Five Stars for Grand Slam!

Just in… this awesome review of Grand Slam:

My expectations were high as this book is written by two of my most favourite authors and boy were those expectations reached and surpassed. This is a beautifully written book with exciting and interesting characters. Travis is a top tennis star but is he still on form following an accident? Marie is the no-nonsense feisty psychologist tasked with getting into his head to find out. Travis takes Marie into the deepest, darkest parts of himself and shows her what pleasure can really be. I loved the story, took the characters to my heart and fanned myself regularly at the intensely hot sexual experiences. These fantastic writers constantly impress me.

Tempted? Grab your copy here.

My Sexy Saturday – You’re So Sexy #MySexySaturday

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Me again! This time I’m joining in with My Sexy Saturday, which is where authors post 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their work. I’m sharing another snippet from Sweet Spot, my F/F sports erotic romance novella, in honour of the Australian Open. I hope you like it!

 

Especially since Nadia was playing. And she’d gotten right through to the final.

She hadn’t won, unfortunately, but it had been very exciting to watch the matches she’d played. I hadn’t paid an awful lot of attention to the ball or the rackets or even the other players, though. I’d just let my gaze wander over Nadia’s delectable figure for the duration of her matches. The determined set of her face throughout, the bounce of her glossy brunette ponytail, her muscular yet feminine legs, the slight jig of the breasts that her sports top couldn’t quite keep in check… she was gorgeous. And I really liked her personality too.

You can grab your copy here: http://rawtalentseries.co.uk/book-2-sweet-spot/

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

Be sure and check out the rest of the blogs taking part!
Lucy x

Mid Week Tease: “It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.” #MWTease

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The Australian Open is under way, which is why I thought I’d join in with the Mid Week Tease and share a snippet from my F/F sports erotic romance, Sweet Spot. I hope you enjoy it 🙂

 

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”.

 

Want to grab a copy? The buy links are here: http://rawtalentseries.co.uk/book-2-sweet-spot/

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

 

And don’t forget to check out the rest of the blogs taking part in the Tease!

Lucy x

Happy New Year!

Hi everyone,

A very Happy New Year to you all! I know things have been quiet over here, but here’s a quick update.

bb-box_jpeg - CopyThe Brit Boys: On Boys boxed set we mentioned before is now available, so you can read delicious M/M stories from both myself and Lily (and six other fab Brit writers) in this collection. It’s also just $0.99/99p until the end of January, so be sure and snag it fast 😉

Also, I just spotted that All Romance eBooks has a 30% rebate on Ellora’s Cave titles until the end of January. So you can grab Grand Slam and Sweet Spot with a 30% rebate. And the rest of mine and Lily’s EC titles, too, if you’re so inclined 😉

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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

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

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.

 

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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