Cover Reveal!!! Sexy MC!!!

I hung up the cowboy hat for a moment and pulled out the leather cut to write a sexy MC hero. It’s all Sons of Anarchy’s fault. I watched a few episodes and my creative mind born a badass in leather/Harley hero. And of course, my heroine is tight-laced, but we all have a past and she isn’t an exception. When Blaze works his magic, Rena loosens the laces and becomes a freak in the bed. Rena is stubborn, and gifted, and will pull out a few tricks of her own that will have Blaze on his knees–and deciding what he wants in his future. Brotherhood or love. He can’t have both.

I have a very important question. Where would an MC hero and a prim and proper heroine sneak off to for a sexy encounter? And is it possible for a couple to have sex on a Harley? Leave your comment below.

Leather for Two. Coming March 2015!

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For your pleasure, I’m giving you a sample of Blaze and Rena. An unedited excerpt.

“No one hates you. Except maybe me.” Blaze snorted.

My breath held. “Is that true?”

“Maybe a little,” he answered.

My heart picked up speed. “Then why would you want me to come to the memorial?”

“Because I want to see that sexy ass.” He practically growled the words.

My cheeks burned. “Now you’re making fun of me.” I looked at him through the veil of my lashes. He was still handsome—mysteriously so.

“Honey, I’d never tease you about something like your tight ass. I did notice it’s as tight as ever, even in the nun outfit.”

“I’ve heard enough!” I pushed up from the chair, but he was in front of me, pushing me back down. He pressed my body into the cushion, caging me with his iron hard length. Springs popped as he leaned closer. I inhaled his scent and my head spun. Pushing through the whirlwind, I pulled away but I couldn’t go far. “Get up! Leave me alone!”

“Your eyes tell me something very different,” he whispered. His breath swept across my cheek.

“My eyes are telling you to fuc—”

He pressed his finger against my lips. “Tsk, tsk, schoolteacher. Don’t make me paddle you.” His eyes twinkled.

I stared. My eyes filled with tears and my body awakened from years of being in a comatose state. Why was it that no man had ever erupted such a strong force within me like Blaze could?

“Aww, now. Don’t cry, baby.” He threaded his fingers into my hair and the clip snapped. The locks fell to my shoulders and across his tanned arm. “If I see tears I’ll have to lick them away, one by one, and I don’t think I could stop there. I’ve been dreaming of tasting all of you.”

I jerked and tried closing my legs but he was between them. He moved deeper, spreading my hips wider. His belt buckle rubbed my inner thighs, exploding a burning need in my core. I pushed at his chest. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to fight the urgency within me, the driving desire to let myself fall against him. The boundaries were slipping.

“Remember when I told you I wanted to sink myself deep into you? To hear you call my name. For you to rip those nails into my skin and mark your territory. I’ve thought about it over and over. I’m brainwashed in your fucking heat, Rena.”

“I’m sure you’ve had plenty of help easing the strain behind your zipper.” I hated my bitter words that sounded like jealousy. I was jealous. I hated knowing another woman touched him, brought him pleasure. I squeezed my hands into fists, dragging the leather material of his cut between my fingers.

“I’m glad to see you’re still green-eyed with jealousy.” He winked.

“You’re a pig!” I pounded his chest, but not hard, not enough to send him backward.

He grabbed my wrists and held them in one hand, tight against his cut. He lowered his face, so close that our noses touched. “There’s nothing to keep us apart now. You know why I came. Before this is all said and done—” he dropped his free hand to my knee and slowly moved his fingers along the quivering flesh. My crease throbbed and an irrefutable craving built inside of me. I knew it had always been there and he only stirred it from the cave. Uncovered it like a hidden treasure chest that I’d buried long ago. His fingers moved to the elastic of my panties, rolling his wide digit along the seam. I knew I should make him stop. He would if I asked, but for the life of me, I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. “—I will have you in my bed. Wet and pleading for me to put out the fire nipping at your sweet, intoxicating pussy.”

Also, my latest release, Cowboy Paradise, is available now!

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Exhausted with carrying around the weight of a damaged past, Cara is ready to take the ultimate step in finding her old self, before she met and married her evil husband. She needs to get away from the small town where rumors are spinning and people know her. When she visits Nirvana Ranch, an R&R, she realizes life isn’t as bleak as she thought.

Ben is missing something. He doesn’t feel the excitement he once did as a ranch hand at Nirvana, until he meets a guest that turns his world upside down. He has a connection with her that he can’t brush off or deny. Getting to know her breaks every rule in his book, but he is willing to take the risk.

Cara didn’t expect her life to change the moment sexy and rugged Ben walks in. Parts of her are flaming hot for cowboy, and she has an opportunity to break the rules, something her husband never allowed. Ben triggers her every fantasy and every desire. She’s on the ride of her life and it doesn’t require a saddle.
What started as a strong urge to take Cara to a new level of passion becomes much, much more for Ben. Cara’s touch destroys the boundaries he’d built—exposing a secret of his own, a past of heartache and guilt.

Warning: Read at your own risk of falling for a cowboy.

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Why Did You Write That Series?


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Hi everyone,

I wanted to share with you “Why I decided to Write Black Dragon Blood,” my first erotic romance. At the time, I had never written an erotic story. Wasn’t sure that I could even do it?

Yes, it had to have hot sex scene which I love, but it needed even more. So, I decide to create another world, one where the men were stronger, faster, and braver. These men had eaten the meat of Dragon’s. They had incorporated the dragon’s power into their DNA.

Yes, but they also needed conflict, something that challenged them. My first thought was women. Yeah, ladies, don’t we love to test the depths of a man’s love.

Next, I wanted a little murder, mystery, and a bad guy. All were needed to create a story to push the limit and create a romance that readers could enjoy. When I looked at the challenge a woman could present, I decide Amanda had to have decided years ago that men were the last thing she wanted.

Why?

Well, her first husband had been murdered, and because of his death she’d lost her child. You might ask why? In this world, men provide nutrition to their unborn baby by having sex with their wives. Okay, see the reason for having lots of hot sex, regularly. Amanda’s second husband is also dead. Makes one wondered why, doesn’t it?

So when William, the head of the Black Dragon Council wants to marry her, you can see why Amanda is not overjoyed by the offer. She decides to put into question her ability to bare William’s child and exits stage left in a hurry. William can’t let it go and follows her.

Now, the story unfolds.

I love this erotic romantic story so much I had to go back to the Black Dragon world in two more books. I’ve even considered writing more because I love the men and women, who live there.

1st Review:

First off, I must say I love the dragon world that Anita Philmar has created. I love her heroes and heroines. I was so excited to get my hands on this book and I was not disappointed. If you are familiar with the previous Black Dragon stories, you will find that Black Dragon’s Heart is a wonderful addition to this world; this one is not only a hot, steamy read, it’s also a love story between a man and woman that have known each other for years and both realize it’s now or never.

Read the rest of the review at by Bitten by Books


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The Dreaded Sucknopsis by Lucy Felthouse

This post originally appeared at the Erotica Readers & Writers Association blog.

Ahh… the dreaded sucknopsis. Otherwise known as the synopsis. I’m sure many of the writers reading this post are already groaning or resembling the man in the photo at the mere mention of the word, and I don’t blame them.

A necessary evil, the synopsis is basically one big fat spoiler of your work. Describing your tale from beginning to end, including any plot twists, surprises and things to make your readers gasp. I hate writing them. There are several reasons for this. One, because of the spoiler aspect. I know that a synopsis is not something ever intended for a reader to see – otherwise what would be the point of them reading your book? They already know what’s going to happen. No, these are aimed at publishers who may potentially publish your work – they want to know that your work has a plot, a point, a beginning, a middle and an end, and so on. And they’re absolutely right. They don’t want to end up contracting something that’s crap. But it feels so wrong to me to write something down that’s saying what’s going to happen, especially since, for the most part, a synopsis is written before the actual story.

And, following on from that, often with my work I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen until I start writing. Even if I’ve done character profiles, chapter by chapter planning, etc, my creative brain often throws things in at the last minute, literally flowing from brain to fingers to keyboard, which may alter what happens next, throwing me off the line of the synopsis. Mostly, it’s a change for the better, too, so it makes sense to go along with it.

Also, writing a synopsis for something, especially if you haven’t written the book yet can make you lose all enthusiasm for the work. You’ve written four pages on exactly what’s going to happen, ending and all, and now you’re bleurgh about writing the thing. Hence the term sucknopsis – which I didn’t coin, by the way. It’s been around for a long time, and it’s easy to see why ;)

So, how do you feel about writing a synopsis? We’re all different, so maybe there are some of you out there that actually like writing them. Speak up!

Me… nah! Give me a blurb any day. Let me tease you, taunt you, and, above all, not give the plot and any surprises away! I want to make you gasp… in the best possible way ;)

Happy Reading,
Lucy x

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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 forCliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more athttp://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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New Release, Exclusive Excerpt, & Sunday Treats!

Happy Sunday everyone! Today I’m taking the kiddos to the beach for a little sun and play in the sand before the work week kicks off again. I start a new story come Monday and my batteries are running low. Not a good combo so some down time sounds really nice. Before I lather on the sunscreen I wanted to leave everyone with some sweet treats. I hope you’re all having a beautiful weekend filled with friends, family and a fabulous book!

Though Valentines might be over, I don’t think we need a special day to take home a hot alpha shifter or a sexy Marine, right? Last week I released Hexing the Alpha, the first in a brand new werewolf romance series. As promised in my last post, I’m sharing an exclusive excerpt with all the readers here at 69 Shades.

Today is also the last day to pick up the second book in my Sexy Siesta series, Tequila Sunset, while it’s still only 99cents! It goes back to regular price tomorrow!

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LAST DAY TO PICK THIS UP FOR $.99!

In other news, make sure to visit my author blog each Friday to get in on the weekly giveaway! Who doesn’t like a chance at extra book money! ;)

 

Hexing Excerpt:

“Tell me you have it ready, Honor,” answered a nervous voice through the earpiece.

Honor’s heart swelled for the woman on the other end. She was so desperate for love she’d try anything. It’s why she’d agreed to help out with the love potion. If only her sisters would see it her way, she could have delivered and collected days ago.

Honor traced the soft edges of a napkin, her back to the crowd forming around the bar. “Hey, Marabelle. The potion is ready. When would you like to meet for delivery?”

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What’s a witch to do when her love spell goes wrong and the sexy alpha werewolf of her dreams wants to mate?

“Right now if you can. I don’t want to waste another minute if you know what I mean.”

Honor rolled her eyes and smothered a chuckle at her client’s innuendo. She hoped the poor man on the other end of the spell could handle the lust-filled night Marabelle had in mind for them.

“The sooner the better. How about in an hour? My place? Yours? A la clandestine, I presume?” she added in a low whisper. Humans understood how her Council’s law worked, which helped to explain why the forbidden brew came with a hefty price tag.

Before she could respond, Honor’s magick shimmered the length of her spine and instinct stiffened her muscles. “Your place works fine. See you then, Marabelle.”

Snapping her phone closed, she whirled on her heel, expecting to find one of her sisters. Instead, chiseled muscles defined by outdoor labor and encased in black cotton came into view. She traced a path first down to see solid thighs covered in the sexiest fucking black jeans she’d ever seen on a man and up to find a gorgeous set of dark blue eyes staring down at her.

“Getting into trouble again?” he drawled, his rough baritone doing wicked things to her cool composure.

That was on the outside. On the inside two emotions warred for control. Fear of what he might have overheard with his heightened hearing. And nerve-searing, thigh-clenching lust.

Lust was winning by a mile.

He anchored his hands on two wooden chairs on either side of him and breathed in deeply then released on a long sigh. “Honor.”

Why did he have to say her name as if he’d just made love with her?

Jake—the werewolf shifter that starred in all her fantasies—stood so close she could reach out and touch any part of her fantasy she wished.

He must have sensed the turn her dirty mind had taken because his pupils dilated and the rims of his irises brightened with an otherworldly glow in a color she could only describe as a mixture of sapphire with shards of ruby. The contrast just as striking as the man.

Hexing the Alpha

Copyright  © by Talina Perkins 2015

 

Thanks for stopping in and staying a spell. I hope you enjoyed reading a little from Hexing the Alpha. You can pick it up for free via KindleUnlimited or snag it for only 99cents.

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Until next time, keep it sexy!

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My True Valentine’s Wish…

69post4It was an interesting Valentine’s Day this year.

I guess I was more “aware” of the holiday because of all the foo-ra-ra surrounding Christian Grey’s cinematic debut into the world, a media frenzy that saw the poor man lifted up and lusted over by billions of fans, while simultaneously torn apart by the critics who “just didn’t get it”, in the words of same said fans.

I’m not here to add to the pile any further…but only to say this. I think it’s wonderful that for once, FOR ONCE, the words on everyone’s lips are “sex”, “satisfaction”, and “needs” instead of hype about how many villains the latest Spiderman confronts, or how spectacularly the White House gets dynamited, or how many people got shot, knifed, or blown up in the newest Bond film. (By the way, I mention all of these examples because I’m a diehard fan of anything super hero, political espionage, or James Bond, not to mention a healthy handful of others that make my husband a VERY happy man when it comes to movie date night.)

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But…what the hell is wrong about a healthy discussion, on an international level, about the secret cravings we all have as lovers…and the chance to explore them in a relationship built on trust, honesty, and exploration? This is one of the core reasons I love to write erotic books…and to show them happening with couples who do, indeed, struggle with some of these issues–but also decide together that their love is worth pushing past those issues, and triumphing with sexuality that is more open, beautiful…and sexy.

This Valentine’s Day, I’ve chose to remember that beyond all the hype about this holiday, there is a bigger theme at play. Not just love–but the things that build it to begin with.

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PS…I have a new release out this month! Check it out if y’all want to… AMAZON   BARNES AND NOBLE   KOBO   ITUNES

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After You Watch the 50 Shades Movie…

If you want to indulge in some more stories of sexy emotion with a bit of kink, you can’t go wrong checking out books from the 69 Shades authors! Here are a few of mine that you might want to try.

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Mine.
Brendan grabbed her wrist with a hand that trembled slightly. He thought he’d done well not going totally crazy while he listened to her talk to her ex-boyfriend. Or maybe he wasn’t really an ex.
Like hell.
Brendan tugged her out of her chair and she stumbled as she came toward him, her soft body bumping against his.
Mine.
Ashley might not want a future with him, but she was his right now. His to command. His to touch. “Let’s go. You’re here to work, remember?” He pulled her across the living room and into the studio, then slammed the door behind them. Ashley stopped in the middle of the floor and turned around to look at him. He recognized arousal mixed with the confusion on her face.
“Brendan…”
“No talking,” he snapped. “We’re working now.” The last thing he needed was to hear about Stuart. Why was she considering going back to him? Did those kisses last night mean nothing to her? Time to wipe that jerk out of her mind.
“Strip.” He leaned back against the table and hoped he looked more indifferent than he felt as he watched her. She stared at him for a moment, then licked her lips before she slowly stripped off her T-shirt and revealed her amazing breasts. God, they were gorgeous, full and firm, nipples tight and dark. His fingers curled so tightly into his palms they hurt. She bent over to pull her jeans off, revealing those long, shapely legs and plain white panties. He stared at her until she removed the panties too.
Brendan let her stand there after she was completely naked, looking a little uncomfortable, more than a little aroused. Good. He didn’t say a word as he contemplated today’s session.
Bondage.
His body hardened as he planned binding Ashley the way he’d always liked to. It had been way too long. No fanciful red ribbons today. No pop beads that could come apart with the slightest pressure. She wasn’t going to be able get away from him this time.
He strode to the storage closet in the corner. In his New York studio, he had more props, a brass bed and hooks and other gear. But there was plenty he could do with the supplies he had here.
Brendan grabbed a couple lengths of rope off a hook on the wall and turned to Ashley. He braced himself against the burst of emotions he could no longer ignore. The previous shoots had been foreplay. They’d all been leading up to this.
“Remember this rope?” He ran the coil along her arm and saw her shiver. “Soft. Black. It was your favorite. Or have you forgotten?”
“I haven’t forgotten,” she whispered, her eyes focused on the coil of rope looped in his hand.
“Good. Put your hands behind your back.”

You can check out Silken Canvas here.

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Julianne stripped and knelt by the door of a different playroom than the one Paolo had brought her to before. While she took her clothes off, she couldn’t help but notice the large four-poster bed in the center of the room. The heavy rings attached to the posts. Her gaze now lowered to the floor, she heard Paolo open and close drawers, move around the room. The floor grew harder beneath her knees. Nervous anticipation made it difficult for her to be calm and prepare for their session.
She’d been foolish enough to Google “sensory play” when she got back to her apartment. It probably would have been better for her not to know what to expect. Hot. Cold. Hard. Soft. Pain. Pleasure. She had to believe there would be pleasure, otherwise she didn’t know if she could handle the idea of the rest.
“Deep breaths, Julianne,” Paolo called out, his voice sharp. She heard his sigh before his voice softened, smoothed into a seductive tone. “Remember, this is not the time to worry or think too much. This is the time to prepare to give yourself over to me.”
Julianne swallowed. Worry did push everything else out of her head. She’d forgotten his previous instruction about breathing. She closed her eyes and took long, deep breaths. Smooth jazz she hadn’t noticed before soothed her nerves further. What would be would be. When would she remember there was comfort in knowing that?
“Look at me, cara.”
She opened her eyes and lifted her gaze. Swept it up his black trousers to see that he’d taken his shirt off. Her mouth watered with the desire to taste his smooth olive skin but she kept her lips together. Her fingers itched with the yearning to run over his sculpted abs, but she didn’t move her hands from where they rested on her thighs.
Then she focused on the blindfold in his hand.
“What is your safe word?”
She swallowed. “Chardonnay.”
“You understand you only have to say your safe word and all play stops. You have that control. You understand this?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He circled behind her. “We have five senses. Sight is the one we use most often. The one we rely on above all others. I will be taking that sense away from you tonight so that you may more fully experience the rest. Scent. Touch. Taste. Sound. This is what we will focus on tonight.”
She nodded. She’d expected that. She already knew the comfort of the blindfold. She could relax into the darkness. Submitting was much harder in the light.
The blindfold was heavy leather but was lined with something soft against her skin. The darkness was complete. There was no quick burst of panic this time. Only a sigh of relief. He could do whatever he wanted to her now.
“Come.” He helped her to her feet and led her over to the bed. “Climb up and lie on your back.” As soon as she had, he quickly tied her spread-eagle on the mattress. His motions were efficient, not rough, but there were no extra strokes or arousing touches. No seductive words to soothe her. She heard him walk away.
Paolo had spoken often of the role anticipation played in their sessions. Was his body heating up as he thought about what would happen this evening? Did his cock tingle and swell as her sex did? Julianne’s heart raced and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.
She hated the waiting. And he knew it.

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“Gabriella,” he murmured and captured her lips with his.
Soft and gentle at first, he brushed his lips against hers, teasing her with his taste, so intoxicating, so familiar. Gaby parted her lips for him, aching for his tongue to plunge into her mouth. But he didn’t do that right away. He swept his tongue along her lips, wetting them, making them slick. Making her yearn to drink him in.
Her body itched with restless need. She didn’t want sweet and gentle. She didn’t want anything close to emotional. She needed hard and hot and physical. And she needed it now.
Maybe he was psychic too, for just as she was about to reach up and pull him closer, he slid his hands down her arms and pinned her wrists to her sides, still sweeping his tongue back and forth across her lips.
Then he began to nibble.
First he nipped at her bottom lip, hard enough that she wondered if he drew blood. Then he ran his mouth along her jaw line, sucking and nipping until he reached the tender skin of her neck. She shivered with delight.
“You’re so delicious,” he murmured. “A rare treat for my taste buds.”
Gaby laughed out loud. “You’re so full of shit.”
Alex shook his head slowly. “Gabriella, we have to talk about that mouth of yours.”
“You like my mouth,” she said and ran her lips along his throat. “You love my mouth. The way it tastes. The things it does.”
He released her wrists then and grasped her shoulders, pulling her tight against him. His hard cock pressed into her stomach and a thrill of arousal ran through her. This time, when he took her mouth, he was no longer gentle, but the bruising kiss was just what she needed. He plunged his tongue inside and she had what she wanted at last. Her senses whirled as he circled the interior of her mouth, stroking the recesses, coaxing another groan from deep within her.
He ran his hands beneath her hair and brushed his fingers along her neck, drawing them along her throat, sending sparks of sensation shooting along her skin. She pressed her hips harder against him, the desire whirling stronger. The need building, concentrating between her legs. She clenched her bare pussy as tingles of arousal prickled the sensitive flesh.
Alex moaned and cupped her shoulders, sliding his thumbs beneath the neckline of her dress. She was certain he was going to pull the dress down as he had in the limo. Her skin was so heated, her breasts so swollen, her pussy so wet, she silently urged him to get the damn dress off her.
But he didn’t.
Instead he slowly slipped his fingers from under her dress and lifted his lips from hers. He swallowed and stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable. “I forgot. You didn’t want to have sex again.” He scooped her wineglass off the table with one graceful move. “How’s the Chardonnay? Shall I refill your glass?”

You can check out Bound to Surrender here.

Have you been looking forward to the 50 Shades movie? Are you watching it as part of your Valentine’s Day? Whether you are or not, the sexy 69 Shades books are here for you when you want another dose of sexy heroes and erotic romance!

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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Heat up with Saint Valentine!

Did you know that Valentine’s Day is named after the 3rd Century Catholic priest, Saint Valentine? He so believed in love and romance that he risked his life to marry couples. Therefore, he gained the reputation as a legendary Cupid. Sure, the story of Saint Valentine has been molded, shaped, tweaked and admired into a tale that outweighs fact, but one thing we can’t deny, he did indeed die for his belief in love.

Hopefully, all of you are experiencing love and romance daily. But why not make VDay 2015 the best yet? VDay doesn’t have to cost a fortune, because love is free. Traditionally, VDay was celebrated by making handmade cards plastered with hearts, flowers and love notes then giving them to those we admire. Try your hand at crafting a card. Contemporary VDay is celebrated with dinner, gifts of champagne, chocolate and roses. And lots of proposals!  Why not prepare a romantic dinner at home? A single red rose packs a huge romantic statement.

What are your plans for VDay? Or do you have a special VDay story to share? I’d love to hear. Comment on this post and you’ll be entered to win a FREE book of mine, your choice. One winner will be chosen randomly. 

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“Ben, something’s in my pants.”

He dropped the basket to the ground. “What is it?”

“I don’t know, but…ouch!” She froze. “It stung me!” Afraid if she moved an inch either direction whatever it was would sting her again. “I think it’s a bee.”

“What does the sting feel like?”

“Are you serious? A sting! Like someone shot a staple into my butt.” Tears came to her eyes.

“Drop your pants, Cara.” He was beside her in a flash.

The back of her thigh started to throb in pain but she continued to stare at him in confusion. “I’m not dropping my pants.” She was mortified.

“If it’s a wasp, it’ll sting you again,” he warned.

Fear washed over her, but not from the wasp. If she pulled down her pants he would see her panties, not the pretty, lace ones she wore once upon a time. Not the panties she believed a man like Ben would wish to see on a woman. Cara’s panties certainly wouldn’t be found in a sexy lingerie shop. These were the comfy panties, as she liked to call them, she started wearing when James continually told her how fat she was getting. They didn’t cover up enough for her liking.

Had she gone mad?

And why did she care one hoot what underwear she was wearing? If Ben didn’t like them then so what!

She smiled. Wow…she was getting the aggressive thing down. Diedre would be pleased.

“Do you need some help?” he asked.

She smacked his hand away. “No. I’ll do it, but you have to turn your head.”

“Cara, we don’t have time for this. Is it not processing that you could be stung again? This is for emergency reasons only.” The sincerity in his expression made it easier to do what she knew must be done.

Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, he was polite enough to keep his gaze on her face as she slowly slid the denim down her hips and thighs, slipping them to her knees. All of James’s cruel and degrading verbal assaults crawled through her mind as she stood there, partially naked. James had been the only man who’d seen her without clothes. And he’d never liked what he saw.

“Where did it sting you, sweetheart?” His gentle voice soothed her—a little.

“On my thigh, the back.”

“Turn and let me take a look.” His gaze slipped past her chest, her stomach and she crossed her arms over her chest, vulnerability easing through her.  “If it’s a bee sting you could still have the stinger in your skin, which could cause infection. We can’t let that happen. You’re in Nirvana and that bee just wanted a little taste of honey.”

How did he do that? How did he make everything seem okay? How did he make her fears seem ridiculous? Because in actuality, they were silly. She was being silly. James was gone and she was moving on. The internal scars were fading.

Reluctantly, she turned and closed her eyes. His breath rushed from his lungs and she jerked. Then he was quiet for the longest time. Was he silently gawking at her large butt or her huge thighs? She had never claimed to be a supermodel and had never wanted to be. She read in a magazine that men liked juicy behinds.Of course, what did juicy mean? Seconds turned into a minute. She started to turn back but he stopped her with a hand on her waist.  “What is it, Ben?”

“It’s definitely a bee sting, darlin’.” His voice was smooth as silk.

“Then get it out fast. This is awkward standing here with my pants down around my ankles.”

“Well, sweetheart, there’s a problem.”

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Out Now: Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce this new anthology that I’m part of. Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires is out NOW! :) It’s just $0.99/99p for a limited time.

Here’s the skinny:

sexyjustgotrichBillionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this brand new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sexy-just-got-rich-brit-babes-do-billionaires/

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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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Snowmageddon 2015

I love the snow. I really do. In fact, I recently did a post on another blog site about being a transplanted west coaster, and how much I love the east coast seasons.

Yeah, that post was a couple of feet of snow ago. Not foot, feet, and more snow expected tomorrow. I live in the burbs outside of Boston, MA. The big snowfalls usually skirt us, but in two weeks time, we went from record low snowfall to record breaking high snowfall. The trains into Boston actually stopped running yesterday, and will be on an abbreviated schedule today…God only knows what will happen when more snow comes tomorrow. There is literally nowhere left to put it.

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Here is my back deck after one storm dropped 2 feet of snow. That’s our covered grill and a wrought iron table in front of it.

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We had to dig out a spot in front of the garage for the dog to go to the bathroom! Granted, the dog is smaller than most cats, but the blob barely sticking up behind the wall of snow? That’s a car.

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Ok, here’s a shot of the same grill and table one week later! Stud has had to climb out onto our roof twice to rake snow, which scares the crap out of both of us, and we had to help our neighbor out of his driveway when he got stuck this morning. It’s still beautiful, but it’s not fun anymore.

Samantha Cayto, Frances Stockton and I are supposed to fly out to San Antonio, TX, for the Wild Wicked Weekend next week. Please keep your fingers crossed that we can get the heck out of Boston. It’s warm in San Antonio, and not a snowflake in sight.

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Flowers, Cards, and Candy

It’s nearly here. What is it you ask? Valentine’s Day. As a kid we world decorate paper bags and everyone in the class would get a list of names from the teacher so that every student could get a Valentine’s card and/or a little candy from one anothe, then we’d feast on sugar!
Middle school and high school we purchased candy grams to have delivered to various friends and maybe a special guy or three. 😊 as an adult, the gifts have gotten a little more expensive and elaborate, but the thought remains the same, share a little love.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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