Apologies, new release, and other news! ~ @LaynaPimentel

It’s been some time since I last posted and I’m dreadfully sorry. Shit seems to happen in three’s and my life for the last year has been no exception. That said, I’m back and excited to share a number of things with you over the next few months.

I have a new release!!! My first one in 1.5 yrs and thank goodness for that.

Shadowed By Sin is a Gothic romance around 42k and so full of twists and turns, I have no idea where the concept came for it. Here’s a bit of a teaser for you to chomp on:

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Released in eBook on August 17th, 2015

Liquid Silver Books

Novella – 83 pages

Historical Romantic Suspense/Gothic Romance

ISBN: 978-1-62210-245-7

Warning: This book is intended for a mature audience only, and contains frank language and adult situations.

Reviews:

The twists, diabolical turns and disturbing descriptions had me hooked and wanting more! I couldn’t put it down! ~ Goodreads review

Filled with emotional turmoil, danger, suspense, mystery, deceit, lies, scandal, murder and romance. What an awesome blend of romance with suspense, family turmoil and secrets. Not for the faint of heart… ~ My Book Addiction and More

Where I can usually figure out the intrigue element in most mysteries, I wasn’t exactly left guessing who the bad guy was, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out he had an accomplice! ~ Award winning author Nichole Severn

Blurb:

Every man has a price…

As Lord Benedict St. John and his fiancée prepare to marry, his family is blackmailed by a former acquaintance. Hoping to set things straight, he accepts an invitation to dine at the Blackmailer’s family estate.

But how many should die…

Estelle agrees to accompany Benedict, but nothing prepares her for the mysteries and bodies she stumbles across during her time at Hawthorne Hall.

Before the shocking truth is exposed?

Hawthorne Hall holds many secrets, but will Estelle and Benedict escape to see the day their union is blessed, or will they succumb to an untimely end?

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In other news, I’ve been creating a few new series for you to indulge in. All are sexy, full length, and 100% exciting. As I get more information regarding release dates and what not, you can be rest assured they’ll be announced here.

A Gift From Fate will also be re-releasing this year with some added content, so watch out for that novella, too.

Will you be attending Romancing the Capital in Ottawa this upcoming May? I hope so. It’ll be my 2nd year as an attending author, and the line up of authors are amazing. Read more about the event hosted by the lovely Eve Langlais here. The price is super reasonable, and you’re bound to have an amazing time.

Well, that’s it for me for this month. I’ll leave you with an excerpt from my brand new release, and hope you have an amazing Sunday.

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“Pardon the intrusion, my lords. This just arrived for Master Benedict.”

The butler passed him an envelope with the identical wax seal from the note his father received earlier. Only this time, the letter was decorated with intricate designs.

“Thank you, Horace.”

“What is it? Who is it from?” his father asked quizzically.

“I don’t know, Father. I’ll have a look at it later. I’m rather late for a few appointments now. I will check in on you later this afternoon. Do tell Mother I will be asking Estelle to join us for dinner tonight.”

His father groaned yet again. While his parents approved of his desire to marry, they simply did not care for his selection of a wife. The aristocratic snobs that they were, they had expected him to marry an equal, or a lady that came with an extremely large dowry. Estelle was Baron Humphrey’s daughter, and while her dowry wasn’t that of an earl’s or viscount’s daughter, her purse strings and entitlements didn’t bother him in the least.

From the moment he saw her for the first time at the market, he’d been smitten with the petite and exotic beauty. He’d lifted her from the muddy street, and as her deep dark eyes settled on his, she’d bewitched him. Mind, it took several weeks for him to dissuade another potential suitor, not that the lad stood a chance. Estelle was one catch he would never give up, and now he had to find the perfect home for them, but where? She lived in town with her father and widowed aunt in a modest townhouse during the season, and after that, they resided in a country home with a full set of staff and several tenants to oversee. All of which he could match with his inheritance; but for Estelle everything had to be perfect. She deserved nothing but the world, and if he could give it to her, he would.

“Horace,” Benedict called out, reaching for his hat. “See that my carriage is ready post haste. I have to go to town and begin looking at properties.”

“Yes, my lord. Right away.” The butler disappeared around the corner, leaving Benedict alone in the foyer.

He desperately wanted to open the envelope but refused to do it so close to home. He didn’t want his father to worry, nor did he want the servants to speculate on what was the matter. He’d open the blasted thing and read it in the privacy of his carriage.

Darkness shrouded the street, as if evil lurked for its first victim of the day. He stepped in, and gave his driver directions to Mayfair. A quick scout of the area would give him an idea of where there might be some opportunities. His future countess deserved the best. After scouring some neighborhoods, he’d collect his lovely bride and return home for dinner.

A few minutes into the drive, he pulled out the letter and opened it.

 

Lord Benedict St. John,

You are formally invited to Hawthorne Hall as a guest of Lord George Cuthbert. Celebrations are expected to last a week, and we hope that you will stay for the duration. Several festivities, including a masque, will be held in honor of George’s return from the continent. We hope you will attend, and look forward to being introduced to your lovely bride-to-be.

Regards,

Lady Cuthbert, Countess of Hawthorne.

 

Nothing made sense. Why would Lord Cuthbert send a letter blackmailing his father, and then invite him and Estelle to attend a party at Hawthorne Hall? It had to be a ruse of sorts, but then again, he could use this as an opportunity to dig more into the situation with his father. Yet, was it wise to introduce Estelle to this particular crowd of society, especially when there were other sinister things being plotted? If anything happened to Estelle while she was in his protection, he would never forgive himself. Nevertheless, if he told her about his plan and what was happening, she might be willing to aid him in freeing his father from the devil’s clutches.

 

 

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The Contractor’s Baby-Lynn Chantale

It’s release day! Toss the confetti, pop the champagne. We’re celebrating! The Contractor’s Baby is now available for your reading pleasure.

Here’s a snippet:

They sat in a back booth with the baby in the corner next to Dexter. From the moment they sat down, Molly had managed to keep Dexter talking about his life, and he’d managed to keep her laughing.

“I can’t believe how much we have in common.” She dabbed at her eyes with her napkin. “It’s like we’re soul mates.”

He grudgingly had to agree with her. “You are so down-to-earth.”

Reaching over, she snagged a tortilla chip and scooped up a generous portion of the homemade spicy salsa. “You expected me to be more prissy?”

He’d gone this far, might as well finish eating his shoe. “Yeah, actually. Be careful, that salsa’s really hot.”

She coughed and sputtered. Tears streamed down her cheeks while she fanned her mouth. “Hot is not the word for it.”

“Try this.” He offered her a section of lime, then pushed her glass of water toward her. “I tried to warn you.”

She sipped her water. After a moment she sat back, a wide grin on her face. “I like spicy.” She reached for another chip.

Amusement curved his lips when she went through the same antics again, this time without the coughing. As long as the heat made her happy. On impulse, he placed his hand over hers, again surprised at the softness of her skin. With his thumb he drew lazy circles on the back of her hand. “I like you, Molly. I really do.”

Studying him, she asked softly, “Why does that scare you?”

He hesitated, telling her would give her proof that he was a failure as a husband and even as a man, but she needed to know before things went too far. He sucked in a breath and slowly exhaled. “I found my wife in bed with another man.”

A flicker of something he couldn’t define flashed through her eyes as he waited for her to speak. He braced for judgment, condemnation. It wasn’t too late to forget about the kiss they’d shared or the way she made his heart flutter. Although seeing her every day until they finished the job would take a toll on his sanity, if that was the price of falling for a client, then he’d just have to suffer. She squeezed his fingers, drawing attention to how right her smaller digits felt next to his. A heartbeat later he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

“Did you ever think maybe it wasn’t your fault at all? That you appreciated her far more than she deserved and she took advantage of what you two had?”

Stunned, the breath left his lungs. That was the first time anyone had said that to him. No one had actually blamed him, but he’d taken the responsibility of the break-up on his shoulders. What if Molly was right? Once the thought took root, it was hard to dislodge her logic. Their waiter chose that moment to serve their dinners, so Molly released his hand and sat back. Without the physical connection, he felt bereft.

He’d told her too much, revealed too much about himself. He needed…he glanced at her as she spooned salsa over her chimichanga, and another chunk of brick fell from the wall around his heart. He would give them a chance.

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The baby slept through the entire dinner, and for that Molly was grateful. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d dined out and really enjoyed the food or the company. She linked her arm through Dexter’s as they strolled to his truck, and expelled a contented sigh.

He glanced at her and smiled. “Does that mean you had a good time?”

“I had a wonderful time,” she said. “Thank you so much. Usually when I go out, I get taken to those stuffy fancy restaurants.”

“You don’t like white tablecloths and napkins?”

“Every now and then, but I prefer dates like tonight. Casual. At ease.” Just thinking about the confines of a fancy dress and high heels caused her to shudder.

“Are you saying you want to go out with me again?”

She flashed him a cryptic smile, grabbed the keys dangling from his fingers and unlocked the doors. “I like getting to know you, Dexter.” She held the door while he strapped Hannah in the vehicle. For the first time, she realized this wasn’t the vehicle he drove every day. “Where’s your pickup?”

He closed the door. “That’s my work truck and not appropriate for taking a beautiful woman and her adorable daughter on a date.” He pressed her against the SUV. The coolness of the metal bled through her clothes while the heat of his body warmed her front.

Her pulse quickened as she read the intent in his gaze. Desire simmered through her veins and he wound a lock of her hair around his finger. At his gentle tug, she tipped her head back and parted her lips in invitation.

“I’m not working tonight.” He slanted his mouth over hers.

He tasted of spice and man, of dreams and desires, of promises whispered on a warm summer’s night. A part of her wished she’d met him before his heart had been broken, but she relished the opportunity to show him she could be the woman, the only woman he would ever need.

He pulled away as suddenly as he had begun. “I should get you home.”

She slid into the vehicle’s passenger seat and couldn’t resist tracing the outline of his lips with her index finger. “This is the best time I’ve had in a very long time. Thank you.”

He kissed her fingertip and closed the door.

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Enter for a chance to win!-Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi all!

I’m working on Book 5 of Rhinestone Cowgirls and I need a title! I’ve asked my street team, Rhonda’s Rowdy Readers, to come up with names. And oh boy…they have creative minds.There were so many that I had to narrow the choices down to five. Here they are…

  1. Resisting Pressure
  2. Cowboy Pressure
  3. Sinful Pressure
  4. Love’s Pressure
  5. Deep Pressure

Aren’t they great?

Here’s how you enter to win! Leave a comment with the # of the title you like best. Only one please. Then on August 30th, I will tally all of the votes and pick a winning title! The member of my street team that came up with the title will win a $5 Amazon GC. I will choose one commenter on this post (that has voted) to win a $5 Amazon GC too. That’s 2 gift cards for 2 lucky winners!!! Good luck! And just for fun…what title would you come up with?

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What Do You Think to Real Life Events? by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Hi everyone,

come_play_banner_2.fw-1I just got back from Sexhibition in Manchester, England – also known as “the erotic event of the year.” Myself, my other half, and Victoria and Kev Blisse ran the Smut UK stand, selling erotic books and generally waving the banner for smutty books galore. We also had swag, goodies and a charity raffle. Every time we do one of these events, we have a fantastic time. We get to spend time with each other, having a giggle. We get to see other friends we don’t see often. We get to meet new people, or people we may have only chatted with online in the past. Invariably, these people are interesting, and we come away from the events exhausted but inspired, and looking forward to the next time we can get together.

Which leads me to my question – what do you think of real life events? As an author, and someone otherwise heavily involved in the industry, I know what I get out of it – but I’d love to know what readers/visitors get out of it. The events I’ve been to so far are more general smutty events, or conferences, rather than pure signings (though I’m signed up for one of those next year, and am considering others), so the people that go aren’t necessarily there for the books… but they generally go away with at least one! ;) So I’d just love to know, whether you’re into books specifically, or the lifestyle as a whole – what drives you to these events?

And for those of you that go to more traditional book signings – what drives you? Is it because you want to meet the authors? Get autographs? Buy more books? Meet new authors? See your existing favourites? Please, do let me know… enquiring minds, and all that ;)

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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The Fun of Fantasies

We all have them–whether they exist only in our nighttime dreams or in more conscious places, where we can access them easier. (If you live in Southern California like me, that easy access comes in handy during rush hour on the 405 Freeway!)

Naughty fantasies.

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If you’ve stopped by this page, there’s a good chance that you’re aware of a few of yours–perhaps more than a few. And why not? What inspires yours? A certain kind of music? A special scent? A certain genre of TV show or film? C’mon…it’s only us in here…let’s share!

While you’re pondering, I’ll reveal a fun tidbit about one of the sexiest scenes in NO MAGIC MOMENT–my new collaboration with the amazing Victoria Blue, to be released on September 7th. The entire seed for the scene actually came from a photo that Victoria saw and shared with me, making us both swoon with the possibilities of writing a very steamy “Hot for Teacher” exchange between Michael Pearson and Margaux Asher. While we can’t wait for you all to read the scene in its entirety when the book is released, what about a sneak-peek tidbit?

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I gasped and worried my lips together. “No! Please, Headmaster. I promise, I promise I’ll be good.”

“That’s what you said last time, young lady.”

“But I mean it this time. I do. Really.”

“So tell me, why were you sent to my office? Exactly?” He eyed me carefully. I picked up the vibe instantly. He played along while trying to understand what I wanted out of all this. While we’d talked about the fantasy, we hadn’t exactly discussed a line-by-line. Really, I could never let this man go. He was clever enough and brave enough to go toe-to-toe with me on every level.

I blew another bubble for dramatic effect. Michael sighed, giving it equal weight. “Give me the gum, Miss Asher. You know it’s against school policy, and it’s very unladylike to be chewing like a cow in front of me.”

I slid another glance up at him. “You gonna make me?”

He walked back to the counter, grabbed a tissue from the box there, then paced back over to hold it in front of my face.

“Spit it out.”

“No.”

“Do not defy me. It will only make things worse for you. It’s a disgusting habit anyway.” He pressed his other hand against the side of my face. “There are much better uses for that pretty little mouth.”

I lifted my stare up to him, eyes as wide as I could make them while depositing the gum into the waiting tissue. That certainly didn’t give him the victory. I purposely left a long trail of saliva from the gum to my mouth, letting the edges of my lips turn up when Michael answered with a rumble of arousal. Our eyes met as he wadded the tissue around the gum. His gaze had gone dark as caramel. This new game, allowing us to be a combination of our real and pretend selves, was turning him on as deeply as me.

“That’s better.” He dropped the tissue into the wastebasket then returned to stand in front of me, legs braced like before. The bulge in his slacks was very visible…and very mouth-watering.

I licked my lips. I couldn’t help it.

“Eyes up here, Miss Asher.”

I raised my face, hitting him hard with my pout. “Yes, Headmaster.”

He was so damn delectable. The power in his exposed forearms. The determination in his set jaw. The arousal in his stare, thickening by the second.

“Do you like seeing the effect you have on your teachers?”

“No, Sir. Not all of them.” I winked again. “Just you.”

He arched a brow. “You think pretty words will get you out of your punishment?”

“Is it working?” I tried batting my lashes, but he lunged his hand back, grabbing me by a pigtail, yanking my head farther back.

You tell me if it’s working.”

I croaked out, “Errrr…no, Sir?” Moisture gushed between my legs. His brutal handling…it was heaven.

“That’s right, young lady. It’s not. So stop playing around. You’re in serious trouble.”

“Yes, Sir. Very, very serious.” With my head cranked back, I had nowhere to look but at his furious, gorgeous face. Holy shit, what he did to me, looming over me like this. His lips formed into a hard, sensual line. The depths of his eyes glowed with mischief and promise.

It was so much.

Almost too much.

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Playing for Real by Natasha Moore

Paolo Mancini is one of my favorite heroes. I mean, who doesn’t love a charming guy with a sexy Italian accent? Paolo is a dominant who craves a “real” D/s relationship, not only one that happen in sex clubs like his Playhouse. How can he help the new woman in his life to push out of her comfort zone without pushing her away for good? It was fun to write a vulnerable, dominant guy. I think so often we think of those strong, alphas as confident and all-in-the-know, when they’re not as in control of their emotions as they would like.

Playing for Real is book #5 in the Paolo’s Playhouse series. I’ll share an excerpt with you.

Blurb:
Paolo Mancini’s needs are simple: a committed relationship with a submissive who will let him love and care for her. But after a long, heartbreaking string of relationship failures, he’s beginning to think the perfect woman for him simply doesn’t exist.

When Julianne Barnes steps into his playhouse for one night of bondage sex, she blows him away with her beauty, sass and bravery. She could be the one…if she will allow him to show her how to weave bondage and submission into her life. And hopefully, into his.

Julianne keeps her craving for soft ropes, dark blindfolds, and strong fingers apart from “real life”, where this successful businesswoman doesn’t need anyone telling her what to do. Yet Paolo’s lyrical, steel-under-silk voice affects her body in ways that make her want to offer up her soul.

Slowly, delicately, Paolo tantalizes her closer to the idea that fantasy and reality can live as one. But to convince her it’s safe to open the last compartment protecting her emotions, he’ll have to expose his greatest vulnerability. His heart.

Warning: Features a petulant sub looking to live out her fantasies and a sexy Dom looking for love of the forever kind. Contains an intense sex-with-a-stranger fantasy, ropes, chains and a spanking. Or two. Or more.

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Excerpt:
Paolo knew his aftercare. He gathered Julianne in his arms and held her for a while to give her a chance to catch her breath and come down. In all honesty, he needed some time for his racing heartbeat to get back to normal as well. Her silky hair brushed his face when she buried her face in the crook of his neck. The sweet scent of her desire surrounded him, invaded his senses and kicked up his own arousal. As she snuggled against him, her bottom was a tempting weight on his groin.

Eventually, he groaned and eased her off his lap. Then he got up and brought her back a cup of water. He worked hard to stay outwardly calm and strong as a Dom should, but inside he was shaking. He needed some time alone to replay what had happened, but he couldn’t do it until he brought her back to her place safely.

“I will help you dress.”

She looked up at him, her gaze still a little glassy, but he knew she was rapidly recovering from her dive into sub space. “What?”

Instead of answering, he crossed the room, picked up her clothes and shoes and brought them over to her. “Let me help you.”

She gripped the white cup on her hands. “I don’t understand. We’re done?”

The man in him wanted to gather her in his arms and keep her there all night long. The dominant knew better. “Yes,” he said, keeping his voice low, steady. “We are done for tonight.”

Julianne set the cup down on the floor by her feet. “But what about you?”

He sat down on the cushion beside her. “Julianne, every session will not include sexual intercourse. Tonight I wanted you to get used to the feel of the chains and my hands on your body. And to allow me to learn your responses and your needs.”

“Well, I need to take care of this for you.” She placed her hand over his rock hard erection. “We don’t have to fuck. I can…”

He grasped her wrist, wrapped his fingers tightly around it, stopping her before he actually gave in to temptation and let her fall to her knees and take care of his aching need. “I am in charge here, or have you forgotten?”

“No, sir.”

He felt a small burst of pride at the way she lowered her eyes and let her fingers go limp. Paolo lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips. “Thank you for your desire to obey me, even when you may not understand why. That pleases me more than you know.”

He could tell she was uneasy. His biggest struggle was going to be to train her to submit without thinking it to death. To obey without hesitation. To respond without worrying why.

The ironic part was that she had been getting there tonight. Losing that control she so desperately wanted to cling to with both hands.

But he’d lost control too. Forgot all about what he was supposed to be teaching her. Forgot about everything but the softness of her skin and the sound of her sighs. He thought of nothing but the sweet way she responded to his touch, the possessiveness that crawled inside him. The primitive instinct to claim her as his.

Nothing else had mattered.

Playing for Real is available now. And if you want to catch up on the first 4 stories (all stories are stand-alone):
Flaunt It #1
Risk It #2
Birthday Girl #3
Plaything #4

Natasha
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Cover Reveal!-Rhonda Lee Carver

Here is my new cover for UNEXPECTED HERO (Buttermilk Valley). Releasing this month!

Blurb:

Gunnar Knox is on his second tour in Iraq when he gets an unexpected lifeline in the form of letters from a stranger, Pastor Trace Atwell. After six months of correspondence, the letters from the pastor stop coming. The last letter contains a family picture of the pastor, his wife and their son and an invitation to come and visit them at their farm when Gunnar’s tour is up.

Eighteen months later, he’s back in the States, with a wish to meet the happy family in the picture. However, things aren’t as he had anticipated when he arrives at the Atwell farm.  Pastor Trace has passed away…

Grace Atwell is a widow raising her son alone, starting a new business, and things are falling down around her ears. When the aloof U.S. Marine shows up on her doorstep, she assumes he is there for the advertised handyman position and hires him on the spot. Once he starts helping around the house, going above and beyond, she realizes how much she has missed having a man around the farm—and the feeling of being wanted. No man has ever made her feel this special, this desirable.

Caught off guard by the unexpected emotion he feels for Grace and her son, Gunnar keeps the letters and picture a secret. He believes an unseen force had brought him to Buttermilk Valley, Georgia to help Grace and Daxton, and to protect them. He owed the pastor. After all, his encouraging words had been Gunnar’s support when he thought he’d never make it out of the Middle East alive.

As Grace and Gunnar grow closer, the secret becomes heavier and a dangerous presence awaits an opportunity to tear their passionate love affair apart.

Will love be enough? Will Grace accept Gunnar’s baggage? Did fate bring them together?

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And here is an unedited excerpt:

Gunnar recognized her immediately as the woman in the photo. His lungs seized, not wanting to work. He forced air in through his nose and out through his mouth, glad for a moment to gain himself while she was on the phone. He grabbed a peek of her while she stared at his tattoo and then she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. There went his lungs again, refusing to function. She was much prettier than the picture, but he could see the dark circles rimming her eyes and the happiness he saw in the photo was missing from her expression. She looked tired and he could relate. He knew all too well what it was like to be exhausted in a way that sleep couldn’t fix. Her long, flowing red/blonde hair hung in soft ringlets over her bare shoulders exposed in the nice fitting tank top. Big blue eyes—cornflower blue—surrounded by thick dark lashes, but he memorized that from the picture. A splattering of freckles covering her nose was the only thing that marred her perfect alabaster skin.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, checking himself on appropriate behavior. In his defense, Grace Atwell was a beauty. But she was someone else’s beauty.

She looked about as surprised to see him as he was to see her, maybe even a bit frightened. He could have that effect on some people, and he guessed he should have taken the time to shave his beard and called first. He took a step toward the door, ready to high tail it out of there. This was a huge mistake.

A smile crossed her lips, but he knew it wasn’t real. He compared it to the one in the picture and it didn’t stack up, not even close. She acknowledged him with a narrowed expression and motioned for him to hang tight while she finished her call. He couldn’t leave now.

He nodded. He wasn’t in a hurry. He hadn’t gotten far enough to plan where he’d go, what he’d do, after he left here.

Not wanting it to appear like he was staring, he turned and examined the room. A maze of boxes scattered the space and the walls were bare, except for a large bulletin board.  He scanned the contents with little interest, until he came to the picture of Pastor Trace—younger and he was standing at the pulpit. Gunnar stepped forward, his heart skipping ten beats as he read the newspaper article pinned to the cork board. “Pastor killed in a foiled robbery. A town mourns.” The words seemed to blur as he searched for information—searched for a date.

Then he saw it. Pastor Trace was killed eighteen months ago, two weeks before Gunnar had received the last letter.

His mouth dried. He felt sick to his stomach as the puzzle pieces came together.

He didn’t receive any more letters from the pastor for a reason…he was killed.

Gunnar’s mind spun in circles as he wrapped his brain around the truth. How could this be possible? He’d been in a war forsaken country and lived to tell about it and Pastor Trace, a man who’d saved Gunnar’s life with encouragement and words of support, living in the safety of a small town, was shot to death during a robbery.

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Sated by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) Available for Early Download!

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce that my next release, a M/F/M paranormal ménage called Sated, is now available for early download from the publisher, and for pre-order from most other retailers. I’m also delighted to say that it’s already had a couple of early reviews, and they’ve been great! :) *happy dance*

Here’s what it’s all about:

satedA human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sexy is what happens next.

Since getting together with her vampire boyfriend, Ace, Aneesa is enjoying a sex life she could never have with a human. Ace has skill, strength, stamina…and is massively adventurous. Aneesa is checking things off her sexual bucket list at a rate of knots. However, she hasn’t even come close to experiencing the ultimate item on her list. So when Ace beats her to it, proposing a threesome with his werewolf friend, Barton, Aneesa’s definitely up for it.

Barton is attractive, smart and sexy—almost too good to be true, in fact. Aneesa decides not to jump straight into things, but makes sure it’s what she truly wants. However, it turns out Barton’s not so easily dissuaded.

Will Aneesa get the ultimate erotic experience she’s desired for so long? Will she be truly sated, or is the plan doomed to failure?

Early download or pre-order yours here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sated/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25950736-sated

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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