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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

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.

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…”

Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

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.”

Grand Slam is out NOW. Why not add it to your Goodreads shelves?

Saturday Spankings

Saturday Spankings

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, a hop that will turn your cheeks pink! Here’s a sexy 8 from Grand Slam…

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The movement of air was the first thing I noticed, and then a split second later a blinding slap of agony on my buttocks. I cried out, unashamed of the noise. “Ow, what the fuck?”

He pressed his lips to my ear. “Don’t forget, you can always say the safe word.”

I shook my head. Already the pain was blooming, as it always did when he struck me, but this was different. It wasn’t his hand, it was something else.

I strained to see. He took pity on me and held up a flogger with several long, thin tails made of what appeared to be suede.

“Meet Cat,” he said. “Now get ready, this is going to hurt, but of course, in a very good way.”

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Hump Day Hook #5 – Grand Slam

humpdayhookHi everyone and welcome to Hump Day Hook, where authors share a paragraph or two from their published works or WIPs. Here’s more from Grand Slam, out now. Enjoy!

But as a rule Travis Connolly didn’t give much away in his body language. I’d never met him in person, but whenever I’d seen him in action or being interviewed, which was rare, he was well-known for being fiercely private and he’d always been in absolute control of every movement. It wasn’t just the way he answered questions, it was the purposeful position of his long limbs and the distinct lack of any type of fiddling, be it with his neat dark hair or anything he happened to be holding.

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Happy Reading x

Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

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!

By the time the elevator disgorged us onto our floor, I was buzzing with excitement. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins. I walked swiftly down the corridor, Marie close behind, then waited as she put the keycard into the slot on the door. After a few seconds—which felt like forever—the light flashed green and we barged into the room.

Flipping the lock behind us, I dropped my bag, pulled Marie’s from her shoulder and tossed it on top of mine. Then I leaned down and captured her lips, pushing my tongue between them and delving into her warm, sweet mouth. I slipped my arms around her and cupped her delectable—and probably still tender—buttocks, pulling her tightly to me. I didn’t know if the gasp she emitted into my mouth was because I’d yanked her so hard or because her arse was indeed sore. Either way I was happy so I continued to kiss her with a fierce desperation.

Eventually though, we had to come up for air. Her dark eyes flashed, the pupils wide. That, her pink cheeks and her expression told me that she was just as turned-on as I was.

Grand Slam is out NOW. Why not add it to your Goodreads shelves?

Hump Day Hook #4 – Grand Slam

humpdayhookHi everyone and welcome to Hump Day Hook, where authors share a paragraph or two from their published works or WIPs. Here’s more from Grand Slam, out now. Enjoy!

There was a photograph of him in the magazine, set in the center and to the right of the journalist’s report. The picture showed him celebrating after claiming the winning point against Rudolph Napak at the French Open the previous year. Two fists hoisted aloft, he was giving a wide-mouthed yell of pure victory. It was such a primitive, limbic pose. A primal response given throughout time to tell the world of a successful hunt, a battle won or in this case, a ball dodging an opponent and landing in a box.

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Happy Reading x

Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

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!

I cupped my hands around her face and gave her a kiss so heartfelt that it made my cock stir in my shorts and my heart pound so hard I thought it would explode from my chest. “You, my darling, have nothing to be scared of. I will never, ever, intentionally hurt you, except in the bedroom, of course.” I winked at that so she couldn’t mistake my intent. “And as I’ve already said, I will make you happy or die trying. I fucking love you, Marie Sherratt. Will you just give me a chance? If it doesn’t work out and we end up wanting to throttle each other, at least we’ll have tried. And we’ll never know otherwise, will we?”

She grabbed my head and pulled me back down for another kiss. Her tongue swept into my mouth with such ardor that blood filled my cock at an alarming speed. If she didn’t stop soon, our conversation would be over because I’d throw her on the floor, grab another condom from the drawer and fuck her until she screamed.

Grand Slam is out NOW. Why not add it to your Goodreads shelves?

Hump Day Hook #3 – Grand Slam

humpdayhookHi everyone and welcome to Hump Day Hook, where authors share a paragraph or two from their published works or WIPs. Here’s more from Grand Slam, out now. Enjoy!

The thrust of the brakes pressed me into the seat, the plane rattled and juddered as deceleration took a firm grip of the final moments of my one-way trip. Needing mental distraction, I flicked open my copy of Global Tennis, now looking a little worse for wear after being crushed against me.

I’d read it cover to cover in the last twelve hours but still, one article kept pulling me back. Not because Travis Connolly was one hell of a hot specimen of the male species, but because he was the newbie at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. He and I had something in common because I too was a new recruit. Not that you’d ever catch me on a court holding a racquet though. Playing tennis wasn’t my thing at all.

Want more? Of course you do! Here’s the page for Grand Slam. And click here to go and visit the rest of the Hump Day Hook gang. Leave us comments about our pieces – we love it! 🙂

Happy Reading x