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Saturday Spankings

Saturday Spankings

 

 

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…

Grand Slam

 

Grand Slam

“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

 

 

Dungeon Crawl

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Welcome to this weeks’ Dungeon Crawl. To celebrate Wimbledon fever which has gripped the UK, here’s a few sexy moments from Grand Slam…

Grand Slam

Grand Slam

“Squeeze your tits,” he said. “Get your nipples good and hard.”

They already were, the slightly cool air of the room and the thought of what was coming had lusty hormones racing through my system. I did as he asked, fondling and squeezing, tugging at my nipples until they were erect points jutting forward.

“Mmm, perfect,” he said, stooping to suck first the right and then the left into his mouth. He sucked hard and possessively, making greedy wet noises.

I ran my hands into his thick but feathery-soft hair. Allowed a hiss of air to squeeze past my teeth.

“Now for these.” As he spoke I felt the chill of metal clamping around my right nipple.

“Ouch, I—”

“Shh, it’s all good, it will just heighten the sensation, trust me.”

I watched, half fascinated and half wanting to wince as he attached the opposite one.

“I haven’t made them tight,” he said. “Just enough so you know they’re there. To remind you that your body belongs to me.”

 

Mmm. delicious and it gets hotter… Grand Slam is available from Ellora’s Cave and all good ebook retailers.

The Parisians are Getting in the Mood!

Eiffel Tower

 

Hi all,

I was in Paris last week on holiday, and I noticed this as I sailed past the Eiffel Tower on a river cruise. It seems the Parisians are definitely getting in the mood for the French Open! For those of you that don’t know, Roland Garros is where the French Open is played, and is just on the outskirts of Paris. Nice to see the excitement building ahead of the tournament.

Want a tennis fix of a different kind? Don’t forget to check out Grand Slam, and pre-order your copy of Sweet Spot, which is coming on the 18th June.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

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

Sports Romance Hop

Sports_romanceHello and welcome to the Sports Romance blog hop, sponsored by Cassandra Carr. Given that’s what the Raw Talent series is all about, we couldn’t really not sign up, could we?

Since I (Lucy) just had the cover art request form through for Sweet Spot, the f/f sports romance that I think of as book #1.5 of the series, I thought it was fitting to include a sneak preview of this novella. It’s totally unedited, though, so please bear that in mind…

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’d 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, 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 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 popped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone that 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 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.”

Leave a comment on this post for your chance to win a Kindle copy of Grand Slam. Then check out the other blogs taking part in the hop!

1. Cassandra Carr

2. Jami Davenport

3. N Kuhn

4. Liz Matis

5. VL Locey

6. Laurie Peterson writing as Laurie Terson

7. Michel Prince

8. Jean Joachim

9. Kate Willoughby

10. Lily Harlem

11. Donna Gallagher

12. Normandie Alleman

13. Keira Andrews

14. Melanie Ting

15. Raw Talent Series

16. Bianca Sommerland

17. Suzan Butler

18. Megan Linden

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.”