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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.

Sweet Spot Now Available for Pre-Order!

Hi everyone,

Fantastic news – Sweet Spot is now available for pre-order! You can buy your copy now and it’ll be delivered straight to your eReader or other device on the day of release, 18th June.

Sweet SpotHere’s a reminder of what it’s all about:

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?

Bag your copy here: Amazon UK | Amazon US |Amazon AU | Amazon CA | Barnes & Noble

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

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Cover Reveal for Sweet Spot!

Hi everyone,

Wow – it seems no sooner did I announce the release date for Sweet Spot, then the cover appeared. And it is gorgeous. I don’t know which Ellora’s Cave cover artist did this, but they did themselves proud. What do you think?

Sweet SpotBeautiful, right?

I think so 🙂

Sadly, the release date is still a ways away (18th June, in case you’ve forgotten 😉 ), but in the meantime, you can add the book to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Sweet Spot Has a Release Date!

Hi everyone,

Lucy here, just popping in to let you know that Sweet Spot, book #2 of the Raw Talent series, has a release date. This f/f novella, which will also be part of Ellora’s Cave’s Hot Pink series, will come out on the 18th June!

Here’s the unofficial blurb, just to give you a taster of what the book’s about:

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—Travis Connolly, Rufus Lampani and Nadia Gorlando, 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?

I’m keeping my fingers crossed I’ll get the cover through soon. I’ll share it here as soon as I can.

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…

Grand Slam

 

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.

Grand Slam

 

 

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!

Grand Slam

 

 “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.

.Grand Slam

 

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…”

Next Raw Talent Book Contracted!

Hi everyone,

Excellent news! Ellora’s Cave has contracted the next book in the Raw Talent series. Sweet Spot is a lesbian erotic romance novella penned by me, Lucy Felthouse. Don’t worry, Lily and I are still working on books together, but we’ll also do titles by ourselves when the mood strikes, and time permits. Sweet Spot will be released in 2014 as part of Ellora’s Cave’s upcoming Hot Pink lesbian series, and is what I like to class as book #1.5 in the series, though we’ll be writing them all so they work as standalone titles, too, as we know that not every genre (BDSM, as per Grand Slam, lesbian, as per Sweet Spot and gay, as per Break Point) is to everyone’s liking. By the time we’re done, we’ll have something for everyone – and hopefully folks that will follow the series from beginning to end!

The ink literally just dried on the contract, so I don’t have a cover or exact release date yet, but here’s a draft blurb I just put together. It’s not approved by Ellora’s Cave, but it does give you an idea of what to expect from the book.

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—Travis Connolly, Rufus Lampani and Nadia Gorlando, 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?

Watch this space for more information as and when I have it!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x