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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

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

Five Stilettos for Grand Slam!

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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

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.”

 

Saturday Spankings