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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

Sunday Snog

Sunday Snog

 

Another Sunday another Snog, here you go, let’s not waste time this is an action-packed moment…

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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.

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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.

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!

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 “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.”

 

 

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

Blissemas 2013

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Welcome to Blissemas 2013. This is Raw Talent’s very first Christmas so we’re hoping the sexy stockings will be full to bursting point. The first book in the series, Grand Slam has had a wonderful year and been very, very good. With reviews like “The chemistry between Travis and Marie is hot.” “The sex scenes were sizzling.” and “So highly recommend this book” Santa is sure to be generous. The next books in the series are works in progress but will see the light of day in 2014 and yes, there’s more hot, super-confident, athletically talented guys and gals on the way.

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I loved writing Grand Slam and fell so in love with Travis. He’s all man, a testosterone overdose, a wonderful treat for every female sense. But what is it about sportsmen that gets us girls going? Of course their supreme fitness and their blessedly buff bodies would be a whopping plus between the sheets but is it their psych that really gets our attention? Their unwavering competitive streak and single minded focus – see we’re not so shallow after all – do we see these guys performing on the court, the pitch or the rink and think ‘wow, if they’re that obsessed with being the best, of winning and scoring goals, shots etc. what the hell would they be like in bed?’ Off the chart amazing, our inner voice shouts. ‘You’ll feel like you’ve won the damn Olympic gold medal in ecstasy’.

I’ll confess I’ve never had sex with a professional sportsman so this is all hypothetical, having said that I have a pretty damn vivid imagination, especially when it comes to hot men! I live in the UK and our most famous sporting export of recent years is of course the delectable David Beckham – yum!

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But we have a few other hotties which I thought I’d share. Why not? It’s cold outside and we have to keep warm somehow! This is boxer Joe Calzaghie, he’s Welsh (YAY!). He is seriously hot and a seriously nice guy too. I was lucky enough to meet him once – swoon! –and I had to be picked up off the floor when my knees gave way. His voice is all deep and lilting, one side of his mouth twitches when he smiles and his eyes sparkle with a confident naughtiness. He’s like a great big vat of sin which would be so heavenly to jump into! Damn – missed my opportunity by becoming a boneless heap!

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Now this is a surprise one. Because who would have thought the England cricket team would have had had such a hunky captain? Andrew Flintoff is a man who knows what he wants and goes out and gets it. I’ll confess it’s a sport that bores me silly (sorry any cricket fans) but when he was out there hitting balls around it and playing with his bat it was suddenly watchable!

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No UK list would be complete without Johnny Wilkinson, this guy scored the winning point for England in the Rugby World Cup Final despite having dislocated his shoulder minutes earlier in an evil tackle – ouch!! Now that is man on a mission, a man with unwavering self-control. Can you imagine…?

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Of course this is by no means an exhaustive list and there are supremely gorgeous and talented sportsmen the world over. But it is this wonderful deep vat of inspiration that is going to propel Raw Talent and it’s characters on and on. Look out for more M/F stories, BDSM and just plain kinky, there are F/F novellas on the way, and M/M (characters who you will have already met in Grand Slam) and then a menage a trois, and… yes the list goes on.

From Lucy and I and our Raw Talent heroes and heroines we wish you a wonderful cosy Christmas with lots of love and laughter. Don’t forget to leave a comment right here to be in with a chance to win the big prize – an ereader OR a $100 gift card!

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All pictures found online and presumed to be in the public domain.

Lily x

Buy Grand Slam 

50% Rebate on Grand Slam!

It’s Cyber Monday, and that means that the Internet has gone crazy with deals to be had. That includes All Romance eBooks, which stocks many of mine and Lily’s books, including our co-authored novel, Grand Slam.

They’re offering a 50% rebate on the vast majority of the books in their catalogue, including Grand Slam. This means that you can bag this BDSM erotic sports romance novel for just $3.75 – an absolute steal!

So, what are you waiting for? If you haven’t read this book already, grab it while it’s cheap and enjoy Travis and Marie’s sexy adventures.

Lucy x

Five Cups for Grand Slam!

Lily and I are dancing around our respective rooms, having just received this fantastic review from Coffee Time Romance for Grand Slam! Scoring five out of five, and here’s what the reviewer had to say:

ctr5cups“Grand Slam is an invitation into the meaning of a BDSM relationship based on love, trust and respect. The characters are two incredibly strong individuals who learn that being together can make them stronger. I love the easy introduction into a light dominate, submissive relationship. Grand Slam is an amazing love story for the romantic at heart, with just enough BDSM to interest those who appreciate extra spice in their life. Ms. Harlem and Ms. Felthouse have an amazing talent of balancing the BDSM lifestyle with the romance of love.”

You can read the review in its entirety here.

Check out more on Grand Slam here.

Lucy x

Yet Another Fantastic Review

Once again, Lily and I are happy dancing around our laptops, as we’ve received another review for Grand Slam. This time, it’s from Night Owl Reviews. Here’s what they had to say:

“Grand Slam is the first book in the Raw Talent series by Lucy Felthouse. Marie Sherratt, a psychologist, has been hired to work with Los Carlos Tennis Academy to work with Travis Connolly. Travis is not interested in talking to a psychologist, but he is interested in other things from the good doctor.

Travis is recovering from an injury in America, where he is starting over. In the months he has been here, he turned his back on the BDSM lifestyle that he embraced in England. Travis is a hot and sexy man with an arrogant attitude.

Marie has been hired to work with Travis. She agrees with Travis to learn BDSM if he works with her. Shortly after the agreement their play turns to a real relationship. Marie was slightly older than Travis. She is very inquisitive.

The chemistry between Travis and Marie is hot. The sex scenes were sizzling. My main issue is the BDSM scenes seemed water down by both Marie’s consistent questioning of Travis’s commands and Travis was not really convincing as a Dom. He came across as a man who liked to dabble in the lifestyle.

Overall, this was an interesting story one that should appeal to both vanilla readers and BDSM readers. While I found the idea of Marie being Travis’s psychologist a bit off because in the real world I would think she would be facing some sort of disciplinary actions. I can’t wait to read the next book in the series.” 4 out of 5, Night Owl Reviews

Hurrah for fab reviews!

Lucy x

Grand Slam Has a Blurb!

The moment you’ve all been waiting for… Grand Slam has a blurb. So here’s more about book one in the Raw Talent series, which is a m/f BDSM erotic romance, complete with tennis. Enjoy!

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.

Lucy x