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Have you ever wanted to log into one of those chat sites where people are doing sexy things? Uh- I’ve heard they can be stimulating. And I know there are chat sites that utilize the technology so you can participate…. they can see you. I’m not that brave – but sometimes it backfires. I won’t spoil the story, but in Thunderbird there’s a scene where something like this happens and the ramifications are long-lasting and hard to overcome.


This is Kyle from Thunderbird and below will be an excerpt and below that the blurb and a buy-link. I’m sorry for such an abbreviated post, but I’m between a rock and a hard place this morning. I’ll make it up to you next time. But if you’ll post comments and tell me if you’ve ever been brave enough to film you or your partner doing something risque….. you don’t have to tell what – – unless you want to. I have taken a photo once to send to someone and later denied it was me – so there you go. And I’ll pick a winner for a copy of Thunderbird – randomly of course, not by your level of kink – haha.

“Don’t go back to the party. I don’t want to come back in here and discover you’ve left me. I want us to stay up here for a while longer before we go back down there. I want some more time with you, Newman. So don’t go sneaking off while I’m away.”
“Okay,” Hannah agreed, her heart near to bursting. “Hurry back.”
“Count on it.” He gave her a hot look and a wink.
Hannah waited five minutes, then sat up on the couch. The bad tingle between her thighs had dissipated some and she was finally able to stand. Boldly, she slipped out of her dress. When Kyle came out, it was going to be different. She didn’t know how exactly, but she was determined to show him that she wanted him more than anything. Working up her courage, she wandered around the room in nothing but her underwear, running the index finger of her right hand over the spines of the leather bound books which bordered the entire circumference of the room. She went to the desk that had loomed so large when she’d first seen it. Sitting down in a high back leather chair that was more a throne than a chair, she wiggled around, making herself comfortable. “Good lord.” Hannah leaned back and was surprised when the chair tilted. She swiveled in it twice. “I need to get one of these,” she said to herself. “Who am I kidding? I don’t even have a car. But I bet I could buy one if I sold this chair and desk on eBay.”
This room was nearly as big as her family’s whole apartment and it was only a small alcove in the expanse that was the Chancellor house. Hannah pulled herself closer to the desk. “I wonder what a man like Kyle Chancellor looks up on his computer.” The temptation to investigate and find out more about Kyle was pulling at her. He’d already been gone for what must’ve been ten minutes. Surely she wouldn’t look like she was snooping if he came back and found her bathed in the glow of his laptop. “I guess I could check the news,” Hannah told herself.
Sitting there in this big, fancy room, the light from the fireplace dancing across her naked, electric skin seemed to embolden Hannah. This was so far out of her usual realm that she felt powerful. There was a rocks glass with the remnants of a drink in it beside her and Hannah wondered what scotch tasted like. The laptop sat on his desk, the lid open. She hit the enter key and the computer buzzed out of sleep mode, the Equalizer logo popping up. Hannah thought twice about opening the web browser and absentmindedly reached for the glass on the desk beside her. Tonight had already been a night of firsts for her and the liquid in the tumbler smelled awful when she held it up to her mouth, but she sipped from it anyway. She hissed and put the glass back down. “Gross.” The aftertaste burned her lips and crossed her eyes.
She looked at the screen in front of her and thought back to the websites Diana and Natalie had shown her. The rush of guilt she felt for letting Kyle down during sex filled her again and Hannah now knew what she was going to do to make it up to him. She opened the browser and tried to find the site they’d visited before. But there were so many of them and all the names sounded about the same—Live Adult Video, Live Sex Chat, Live Sex Cam. Hannah was dismayed at each turn when she was thwarted. All the sites she went to required you to sign up and activate your webcam. The first requirement, Hannah wasn’t willing to do and the second, she wasn’t even sure she knew how to do. She pressed a few buttons and clicked a few keys, then she gave up.
A warm impulse urged her to check Kyle’s browser history. She was surprised—no porn sites except the ones she’d accessed. There were a few Google searches on flowers and a lot of football articles from yesterday. The door creaked open and Hannah pushed the computer to one side, facing away from her, hitting random buttons in the process. She drew in on herself, covering her breasts with her hands. She had been sitting there, nearly naked, lost in the daze that Kyle had brought upon her. Anyone could’ve walked into that room and she was relieved when she saw Kyle’s muscular frame come through the door.
He pulled the door closed behind him and locked it. “Sorry I took so long.”
Kyle was still damp from the shower, only a small towel was wrapped around his waist and Hannah felt a surge of desire charge through her. Would she have the courage to do what she wanted to do? Guiltily, she pushed the laptop farther from her, hitting more random buttons in the process while Kyle added wood to the fire.
“What were you doing?” Kyle asked, now standing at her side.
Her face flamed. “Nothing.”
He would know if he checked his browsing history. Hannah looked to the left, the ripple of Kyle’s six-pack was close enough to kiss and the rest of the world melted away.
Kyle pulled the computer closer to him, hit the back button and smiled down at her. Tiny drips of water from his hair fell on Hannah’s stomach and evaporated immediately with the contact of her heated skin. Kyle was close enough to smell and God did he ever smell good. Hannah was in full-on heat with him this close.
“Han-nah!” He teased her when he saw the places she’d been visiting. “Dirty girl.”
She melted back into the big, comfy chair and began to tremble. “I wanted to think of some way to please you.” Her entire body was lit up, every nerve firing in succession. Suddenly she felt the cold hardness of the leather under her and she shifted in the seat. It squeaked and protested with every move and Kyle looked down at her wiggling bottom. His gaze met hers and the only thing she could do to avoid fainting from lust was to avert her stare. She looked to her left and saw the glass of scotch. That wasn’t going to do the trick. All it did was make her think of his sandpaper tongue on her clit, licking the amber concoction from her mound.
Kyle watched her vibrate in the chair for a second, drinking in her suckable, perky tits with his eyes. “Oh, you do please me. Just watching you breathe pleases me.” Her little pink nipples were rock hard and his cock twitched under his towel. “Check this out.”
When Hannah looked back at the computer she saw a woman in a small window, lying on her bed, naked from the waist down, working her clit. The screen was split and Hannah saw herself in the other window, sitting at the big desk, half her body lit up, the other half lost in shadow.
“Dios, Kyle.” Unconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together and brought a hand up to her breast, rubbing a palm over her nipple. A small whimper of excitement passed her lips.
“You’re so damn sexy.” Kyle stared at her nearly naked body, then up at the screen. “Saxon showed me this site the other day on his computer.” His eyes didn’t stay on the screen, they returned to wonder across her body, from her neck all the way down to the red silk underwear covering up her Promised Land.
The girl on the screen bucked her hips and thrust a finger between her folds. “Can she see us?” Hannah asked.
“Usually they can. But no one can see this feed but me and you, it’s not being recorded.” He pointed to the window where Hannah could be seen, her breasts rising and falling with her excitement. “That’s what they would be seeing, but I haven’t activated the webcam on my computer, so nobody can see us.” Kyle placed a hand on her left breast, rubbing a finger softly back and forth over Hannah’s erect nipple. “There are things said and done in this office that I wouldn’t want paraded around. No use giving the other side an unfair advantage.”
“I don’t know how to use a webcam,” Hannah admitted. “Do you like her?” Natalie and Diana had told her that guys love to watch, and their words rang in Hannah’s head. ‘My ex used to put on a porno clip and have sex with me while he watched it. It was kind of hot to be honest. Guys love that added stimulation.’
Kyle looked away from the now bouncy Hannah for the first time. “She’s okay.” He looked back at her and their eyes locked. “But I like you better. A lot better.”
He’d just said the magic words. Kyle’s dick was now at full-mast and the sight of it poking out the side of his towel had Hannah burning up. She stood from the chair and Kyle put his hands on her waist. He pulled her close for a kiss and his cock pressed against her middle. Hannah reached down and unwrapped the towel from around his waist, dropping it on the floor behind him.
She stroked his length with her palm turned up. “Hand me that mask.”
Kyle lifted the mask he’d been wearing off the desk and handed it to her. Hannah slipped it over her face and pushed him back into the chair she’d just been occupying. She checked him out, amazed she was here in this room with Kyle Chancellor. Bending over, she repositioned the laptop so it faced Kyle directly, giving a little wiggle of her rear as she did. Checking the window at the bottom of the screen, she saw that Kyle was almost completely lit up by the raging fire. It was perfect, the window showed his sexy form and she would still be in the frame when she got on her knees in front of him. Stepping between his legs, she took the glass of scotch off the desk and lowered herself slowly to the floor.
Guys love to watch.
Kyle smirked. “Whatchadoin’?”
Hannah slowly poured the liquid over the head of Kyle’s twitching cock. “Playing.”
She kissed the head, and Kyle jerked as she wrapped her tiny fingers as far around his girth as she could and started to work it up and down, rubbing the palm of her hand up and over the tip with each pump.
“Feels so good,” he growled.
She kissed the head of his wet cock again. The excitement of having him between her lips overrode the terrible taste of the scotch. “You just watch,” she said and pointed at the computer screen. Hannah wanted him to have that added stimulation, just in case she wasn’t enough.
Kyle looked to the side and saw the girl in the screen at the top playing with herself. But his interest in her was fleeting. He was far more interested in Hannah’s soft, moist lips sliding over the head of his dick. Was he dreaming? He looked down and saw her slowly taking him in her mouth. Inch by inch, Kyle’s pulsing erection disappeared behind Hannah’s swollen lips. Working him over, she slid her mouth up and down over his shaft as her hand led the way. “Fuck,” he moaned as she picked up her pace. Kyle placed his palm on her head and worked his fingers into her hair.
Wanting it to last, she took his cock out of her mouth and kissed his stomach, smelling for the first time the light spray of some intoxicating scent he’d misted over his abs. Hannah kissed her way down his stomach, then down the shaft of his cock and onto his thigh. There, she saw again that spot on his leg. It was dark enough to stand out against Kyle’s tanned skin. She worked her hand over the head of his cock and as he shifted in his seat, the mark came into clearer view. She’d heard rumors of his birthmark before she’d seen it the other day. The girls in the office gossiped about it, speculating what it was and where it was located. She’d smiled, secretively knowing she was the only one who had seen the Thunderbird firsthand.
Kyle groaned and gripped her hair tighter, snapping Hannah back to the moment. Her knees scraped on the warn hardwood floor, but she ignored the pain. There were other parts of her body demanding more attention. Never had she craved the touch of a man more than now. Her head was swimming from the thrill of being near him. Everything she did to his package felt so effortless, so fluid. Hannah was getting into this. She licked Kyle’s hardness up and down, kissing his balls and stroking him with her hand.
Kyle put voice to his pleasure. “You’re amazing.”
Hannah’s clit popped with his words and she ached to feel him inside of her again. Opening her eyes, she turned to face the computer, needing to see a vision of the two of them, how they looked together. The sight of her pleasing Kyle would be thrilling. But the effect was spoiled by the sight of the woman who was still there, still pleasuring herself. Hannah was sure Kyle was watching the stranger, but when she looked up at him, his eyes were locked on Hannah and what she was doing.
Unwrapping her lips from around his cock, Hannah looked up at him. “Kyle. Watch the computer.” His invading eyes had stolen some of her confidence.
“You’re all I want to watch. And right now I want to watch you on top of me.”
He pulled her up from the floor by the shoulders and spun her around. Hannah was sure he was going to bend her over the desk again and she readied herself. Instead, Kyle nipped her hip and Hannah shimmied her feet apart as he put his hand between her thighs, caressing the damp fabric of her underwear.
“Kyle, yes,” she moaned when his finger brushed over her clit and then retreated back through her legs. Her legs trembled and she fell forward, palms on the desktop. Kyle placed kisses all over her lower back to her hip, as he slipped a finger in the side of her underwear. Hannah jerked when she felt him push a finger up inside her sheathe. He worked it in and out three or four times. Hannah quaked with each invasion.
“So wet, you’re ready for me this time,” Kyle murmured as he pulled Hannah’s underwear down, peppering the back of her left leg with soft kisses as he descended.
Hannah kicked her heels up one at a time to step out of her underwear. “Yes, sir, I am.”
“Good, come here.” He kissed the base of her spine, then pulled her gently down onto his lap.
A drop of pre-cum from the head of his hard-on smeared Hannah’s thigh and as he parted her legs so he could guide himself inside of her, she felt her pussy flower in anticipation. The head of Kyle’s cock spread her wet lips slowly as he eased her down onto him. The burn felt so good, she whimpered. Hannah wiggled down onto him until he had every inch he owned in her.
Kyle tenderly kissed the side of her face, right below where the mask rested on her cheek. “Feel better than before? No pain?”
She could feel him deep inside of her and when Kyle rocked his hips, Hannah gasped. “Feels wonderful.”
“Yea, it does.” He chuckled, kissing the middle of her back as Hannah rocked back and forth on him. Her back nestled perfectly against Kyle’s broad chest. Hannah reached back to cup his cheek. Turning her head, she sought his lips for a kiss. He rewarded her, sucking on her lower lip, making Hannah tingle. “Look at us.”
She turned, ignoring the woman who was now in the throes of an orgasm, watching their image through half-closed eyes as Kyle’s hand moved to cup her breast. He rolled her tight nipple between his fingers and moved over to the other breast, repeating the process until Hannah was sure she was about to explode.
“Kyle,” Hannah purred. “Oh, God. It feels so good.”
His gripped the top of her thigh and moved her faster and faster on top of him. Hannah couldn’t have fought him off even if she’d wanted to. He was so big and powerful, he controlled her body and at this moment, he owned her soul.
“Are you okay?” Kyle asked in her ear before kissing the back of her neck.
He knew his size had caused her some discomfort earlier, and he worried she might be in pain again. The gift of her virginity was a precious thing to him. She had been with no one else, no man had ever possessed her but himself and that thought made him feel possessive and powerful.
“Yes, don’t stop, Kyle,” Hannah breathed. “Please. Don’t stop.”
He released her thigh and his hand found the pulse of her clit. He rubbed the pad of his broad finger over her as she rocked back and forth. Hot, wild shards of pleasure struck her. Hannah was on the verge of flying apart. The more he took, the more she felt, and when bright white lights flashed behind her eyelids, pulsing in time to his powerful thrusts, Hannah screamed his name. “Kyle!” Small inner muscles, fragile and at his mercy clenched rhythmically, and she writhed against him. Shamelessly she moaned, opening her thighs wider, bowing against his body as the coils deep inside of her tightened and tightened.
Kyle knew she was there and he wanted it all for her. “Come for me, Hannah. Shine for me.” He took her breasts in his palms, rubbing the nipples and at the same time, he licked her neck, nipping at the tender flesh. The added stimulation sent her crashing, pulsing, vibrating as her ravished pussy clenched and fluttered around him. It had to be the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed in his life. In utter rapture, Kyle’s breath heaved, his whole body quivered and with a force beyond his control, he shot off inside of her, his cock being milked by her pleasure. He cradled her, clung to her, held her back against him, rubbing his hands all over her body. Letting them come down together, sealing himself to her in mind, body and spirit. “Are you all right?”
Hannah lay back against him in the big, comfy chair, fused together by their sweat and desire for each other. She panted, trying to get her breath back. “I’m wonderful.” She sighed. “Do you want me to get up?” Hannah asked once she felt in control of her legs again.
He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Just stay here for a minute.”
Hannah crossed her hands on top of his, loving the way they looked in the screen in front of her.
Kyle kissed her shoulder. “Will you stay?” He kissed her shoulder again.
“The night?”
“The weekend.”

Here’s the blurb
Soulmates. Twin souls. Two people destined to be together. Their journey to love is never an easy one, but when they meet – their hearts beat only for one another.
Kyle Chancellor is a hero, an honest to God hero. After winning a Heisman, he turns down a lucrative career as a professional football player to fight in Afghanistan. Not many know he enlisted because his heart was broken. When his time is up, Kyle comes home to form the Equalizers with the members of former Seal Team 7, they band together to fight battles for those who cannot fight for themselves.
Hannah Montenegro is a woman who has sacrificed her life to help her family, never knowing the joys and freedom a young girl should enjoy. She lives in constant fear of being discovered in a country where she has no citizenship and no hope for the future.
But fate has a plan…the night Kyle comes back to Texas, they meet in a bar where he is drowning his sorrows and she is spreading her wings to learn how to fly. From the moment they touch, the heat between them is undeniable. But unfortunate circumstances separate them and neither dares dream they will see one another again.
Kyle is from a powerful Texas family. Because of his work with the Equalizers, his stance on stem-cell research and internet security, he is the only one surprised to find the people of the Lone Star state want him to run for Governor. Many get behind him, including the McCoys. But the one person he wants at his side eludes him.
Hannah is always on his mind. From the beginning their relationship is complicated, but when she comes back into his life, he grabs onto her with both hands. Politics, a sex tape, immigration issues and a baby complicates their pathway to happiness. But Kyle is the Thunderbird and Hannah is his soul mate in the truest sense of the word. Their journey to love is one you’ll never forget.
A modern day Cinderella story with a twist…

And the buy-link – thank you

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All Things in Time

This year has been a slow start for me. While I’m awaiting edits on a couple of books, I’m working on a series and a menage as well as trying to finish up a couple of projects from last year.
I wanted to focus on my writing, really delve into characters and conflicts to give them more realism, to make the romances more passionate and embrace what I truly enjoy doing. So these romances may be a little edgier or grittier, or angrier, but they will be real.
Quality, not quantity. Of course I would love to put out a book a month, but I’d rather get a few that sell really well then to have several that do okay. (Ideally I want all to do phenomenal, but I’m grateful for what comes.)
So don’t worry. There will be more books from me soon. Just keep watching my page. I’m still around and still trying to take over the world.
Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desire.

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Discount on “In Too Deep” @anitaphilmar

So excited to share my latest release with everyone here. In Too Deep is the other side of the story of In Deep Water.

The tales starts with both Sadie and Carolyn enjoying a day by the river, hoping simply to cool off. Then life takes each of them on a different journey. Sadie’s story is “In Too Deep” while Carolyn’s is “In Deep Water.”

In Too Deep –
On the banks of the Trinity River,
Sadie Pepperman is looking for a chance to escape the demands of her in-laws.
With her husband’s dead, they want her to marry her brother-in-law so they can
take control of her farm.
Suddenly, the peace of the day is
shattered when her best friend steps too far into the river. Rushing to save
her, Sadie meets a handsome stranger that ignites her dormant lust. She sees
her friend rescued by a steamship and backs away from Logan Jansen, only to
turn her ankle.
The agonizing pain leaves Sadie
with the inability to walk. Needing help, she offers Logan a place to stay if
he’ll help with the chores on her farm. With his agreement, Sadie adds another
problem to her list. Now, not only does she have to worry about how to bring
her crops in from the field and run her farm alone but she also has to fight
her attraction to Logan.
Can Sadie end her in-laws’
interference in her life,
run her farm alone,
and give love another chance?


 “Zack, damn it.”
The loud shout caught Sadie by
surprise. She scanned the shoreline and spotted a man. Drawing to a stop, she
threw on the brake, scouting the river bank.
 Two horses grazed nearby. Their saddles, along
with other gear, lay discarded in a heap in the middle of a small clearing, as
if two people had camped there over night.
A man stood at the edge of the
clearing, turning at her approach. Dressed in only a pair of dark cotton pants,
he rushed forward. His bright, curly blond hair and his broad shoulders
registered briefly with Sadie but with her friend in trouble she didn’t let her
sway her from the problem at hand.
“Are you a friend of the woman who
is drowning?”
Unable to certain what to say to
the stranger, she nodded and worked to clear the lump in her throat. How did
this man know about Carolyn?
“Move over. I’ll drive. If we hurry
I should be able to save her and my friend.” He placed a foot on the side step
of the wagon and crowded onto the bench.
She quickly scooted along the
wooden plank, allowing him room to settle beside her. Long fingers closed over
the reins and he tugged the leather from her grip.
He didn’t wait for an answer.
Lifting the reins, he released the brake.
Right now for my friends at 69 Shades of Smut, I’ve put my book on sale for 99 cents at smashword just use the code  AF89T

Purchase In Too Deep at Smashword –

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Thanks everyone for your support,


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New and Coming Soon from Lucy Felthouse

By Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

Following my post about sexy characters, now it’s time to share some more new ones 😉 Yep, I just had a new release and have another one coming very soon.

Here are the details:

A Taste of RomeA Taste of Rome – Out Now!

M/F Erotica – third book in the series.

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting university. Now it’s on to Rome.

The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride, providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.

More info, excerpt and buy links:

Add it to your Goodreads shelves:


Letters to a War ZoneLetters to a War Zone – Coming 28th March!

M/M Military Erotic Romance

When lonely insurance broker, Bailey, gets himself a new hobby, he ends up exchanging letters with a war zone. But he’s not expecting what happens next…

Bailey Hodgkiss is lonely and dissatisfied with his boring life as an insurance broker. In an attempt to insert some variety, he signs up to a website to write to serving soldiers. He’s put in touch with Corporal Nick Rock, and over the course of a couple of letters, the two of them strike up a friendship. They begin to divulge their secrets, including their preference for men.

Nick encourages Bailey to add more interests to his life. As a result, Bailey picks up his forgotten hobby, photography, and quickly decides to team it up with his other preferred interest, travel.

Booking a holiday to Rome is his biggest gesture towards a more exciting existence, and he eagerly looks forward to the trip. That is, until Nick says he’s coming home on leave, and it looks as though their respective trips will prevent them from meeting in person. Is there enough of a spark between them to push them to meet, or will their relationship remain on paper only?

More info, excerpt and buy links:

Add it to your Goodreads shelves:

Happy Reading!

Lucy x


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, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Whip me, Cane me, Make me write a blog post…and give away an ebook!

It’s been awhile Smut lovers, and for that I’m truly sorry. As it does to most of us on a regular basis, Life keeps getting in the way of my good intentions. However, today I’ve shut the door and braced it with my sofa, so that I can get a post up on 69 Shades of Smut.

2 - Flawless SurrenderSince I last posted a lot has happened, so let me give you the short version. Flawless Surrender – released, Caress of the Wolf – accepted, Weekend Surrender – goes to PRINT, Wild Wicked Weekend – WOOT SO MUCH FUN, Primal Surrender – accepted, Dreams of the Wolf  – goes to PRINT, Caress of the Wolf – scheduled for April 9 and cover received, and I just received my cover for Primal Surrender which is releasing in May. *huge sigh of relief* And while you’re reading this lovely post, I’m on a plane flying back from Las Vegas for a JK Publishing event.4-DOTW-Large

You know, two years ago, when I wrote Fire of the Wolf (The Gray Pack Book 1), I really had no comprehension of what it meant to be a published author. In my mind (as well as in some of yours I’m sure) there was a small cabin in the woods involved, and a quill with ink on a tiny desk next to a special writing chair. There would be tea, and solitude, and lots and lots of time to write……EEEEEHHHHH WRONG!1-FOTW-Large

In all actuality, there is a TON of work that goes along with publishing a book. The writing is the easy part! No lie! Once the book is written and sent to the publisher there is still a lot to do. Creating a cover is my favorite part as it involves getting to share my ideas with someone who loves to create things as much as I do. Look at these two pretties that I have to show off!

The Gray Pack Book 5 Releasing to Siren-Bookstrand April 9! Cover created by Harris Channing.

The Gray Pack Book 5 Releasing to Siren-Bookstrand April 9! Cover created by Harris Channing.

The Surrender Trilogy III Releasing May 2014 to all sites via JK Publishing. Cover created by Jess Buffett.

The Surrender Trilogy III
Releasing May 2014 to all sites via JK Publishing. Cover created by Jess Buffett.

Yeah, they don’t get much better than that. Harris Channing and Jess Buffett both do amazing work! Anyways, other than the cover, there’s also editing, formatting, scheduling, final review, and that’s all before the book releases. On release day, most Authors watch their sales vigilantly, while sharing the link everywhere they possibly can, and thanking the people who share it for them. My favorite thing to do is give shit away on release day. People like winning prizes. I like giving prizes. Win-Win.

I’m also supposed to keep my own blog up to date, and so truthfully I’ve slacked in every category except writing. Now it’s time to reintroduce myself and say, I’m sorry for being away, but I’M BAAAAAAAACK!!!!!  *run while you still can*

I hope you’ll take a peek at the books I have out right now: Amazon, and that you’ll let me know which book you’re most looking forward to reading. One lucky commenter will win an ebook from my backlist, so leave me a note along with your email address!

As always, Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance! ~Lori


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A Sexy Excerpt from Skin Deep – My Short Story in the Cowboy Heat Anthology

Skin deep was so much fun to write. One of my readers suggested I write a story about a man so ugly, he rarely left his ranch, and a woman so beautiful, it had nearly ruined her life.


Book Blurb of Skin Deep: A pretty city girl and a scarred country cowboy discover love waits when you’re ready to look beneath the surface.

Layne Starwood drives all the way from Denver to a barely-there town in rural Colorado to drink away her self-pity in a watering hole aptly-named The Wrong Turn Bar. Taking a seat near one of the three customers, she orders a beer and begins her mission. Starting up a conversation with the quiet cowboy hiding in the shadow of his Stetson, she unburdens her sad story on him then is shocked to learn of his tragic history.

The scar on his face mirrors the ache in his heart, and after a long evening of talking, Layne realizes the man is as modest and kind as he is funny. She lets herself indulge in a touch, a kiss, and a wild, hot hour in his arms. Can she convince him to spend the rest of the weekend with her, or are his scars too deep for her to try to heal?

Excerpt from Skin Deep: Layne placed her hand in his and the zing of awareness rattled her. She stood and found herself almost a foot shorter than the cowboy.

Kyle set his hand on her lower back and guided her toward the door. His height and the sure way he led her caused her heartbeat to rev. As they passed the pretty boys, she could almost smell the testosterone wafting off Kyle, as if he was marking what was his.

The thought of being his made her core jitter with delight. His hand on her back warmed her through her whole body. The rain had slowed, and as he helped her up into his truck, his hands lingered on her just long enough to make her crazy for more of the cowboy.

He slid into the driver’s seat and turned the ignition. “Your bachelorette party, huh?”

“I must have forgotten to tell you that part.” She’d intentionally left it out of her story. “Guess it makes me look kind of…” She stared out the side window. “Pathetic.” Driving all this way for a canceled party. Pathetically crazy.

“Hey.” His voice came out stern.

She turned to look at him.

“I’d say you were brave to do this. Seeking closure, right?” He got the truck moving toward the motel and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “I’m impressed. You’ve got a lot more going for you than your looks.”

She sucked in a breath. He was pretty damn amazing. Every instinct told her she could trust him, and every intuition said she shouldn’t let him slip away.

Kyle pulled up in front of room seven, jumped out, and helped her down from the high seat. He walked her to her door, opened it and flipped the switch to turn on the lamp. He leaned in and glanced around her room to make sure it was safe.

“Can I pay you for the ride?” They stood outside under the overhang as rain formed a wall, sealing them alone together.

He looked down at her, his gorgeous eyes narrowing with a sexy look. He took her wrist and tugged her close. “Yeah, you can.”

Oh hell, yes! She wanted this cowboy, every perfectly macho inch of him. Wrapping her hand around the nape of his neck, she pressed her breasts to his chest and went up on tiptoes.

He groaned and lowered his lips to hers.

Her skin flushed hot, her heart thudded, and between her legs, her pussy tingled and ached.

His kiss took everything she had, his tongue feasting on her, tasting and teasing.

The earth moved, but wait—it was him walking her backward into her room. The door slammed and he pressed her back against it.

His steaming-hot body flattened against her front as the door cooled her back. His kiss slowed while he sucked her tongue into his mouth, encouraging her to explore and sample him. Beer and spices from the burger, and a male taste all his own combined on her tongue. She ran her tongue over his lip, loving the texture of his scar.

He ground the rise in his jeans into her mound, hot and hungry.

She needed to be closer. Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled and buttons popped.

He tossed his hat, ripped away the rest of his shirt, then went for her T-shirt, ripping it down the front.

Animal instinct arose in her and her hips bucked forward, demanding his intrusion into her, his hard cock into her wet slit. He ripped the front of her bra in two, mumbling, “I’ll pay for it.” Her breasts spilled out and her puckered nipples prickled in the cool air, then warmed as his gaze locked on them.

“I don’t give a damn about my clothes.” She reached for his belt.


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TALL, DARK AND ALPHA Blog Tour – What is an Alpha!

Tall, Dark & Alpha: An Alpha is Masculine


Thank you for hosting us today. We’re excited to talk about the alpha trait masculinity and our stories for the boxed set Tall, Dark & Alpha as we try to figure out: what IS alpha?

An Alpha is Masculine

From his searing gaze to his rock-hard torso, the alpha man is all male. His masculinity fills all five senses. Only a real man can make her feel like a woman.

The alpha hero in Rock My Boat by Afton Locke, a paranormal romance, is a shape shifter. Picture a muscular guy in uniform with a five o’clock shadow and fierce, dark eyes focused on YOU. Simon is tall, dark, and alpha. Need we say more? (Once addicted to the sea, you can’t escape its pleasures.)

Silver Tongued Devils by Dawn Montgomery, a sci-fi romance, has two alpha heroes. Na’varr has never wanted for female company. Only one woman, however, has ever matched his needs: Raesa. Brom is a hybrid of human and cat DNA. His body was built for sin but his heart has never been touched. Until Raesa. (She was always one step from hell until she found redemption in their arms.)

In Fight for Love by Delaney Diamond, a contemporary romance, the alpha hero is a former professional wrestler. Rafael is all man and filled with testosterone. He’s used to women coming onto him, but he only cares about impressing and pleasing one woman – Rebekah. (A former pro wrestler fights to hold onto the woman he lost, but still loves, and the son he never knew existed.)

The alpha hero in Crazy by Eve Langlais, a paranormal romance, is a vampire. Tall dark and handsome. Zane is the ultimate bad vampire oozing sex appeal and danger. (Ella hears voices and they don’t like anyone.)

In Sex With an Ex by Eve Vaughn, a contemporary romance, the alpha hero is a lawyer. Ethan Boudreaux is the kind of man women want and men want to be like. His tight, toned body is every woman’s wet dream come true. (When two divorcees reunite in the bedroom, the sex is hotter than ever, but can their hearts survive the second time around?)

The alpha hero for In Her Wildest Dreams by Farrah Rochon is a CEO chocolatier. With a body sculpted by years of pick-up basketball games with his boys and mixing up batches of luscious chocolate, Gavin has a body to die for.  (When the woman of his dreams asks him to create a Valentine’s Day fantasy, Gavin plans to show her just how sweet their reality could be.)

In Two Cops, a Girl and a Pair of Handcuffs by Paige Tyler, a contemporary romance, the heroes, Reed and Hayes, are both cops and hot, hunky guys, something the heroine, Cilla, appreciates. (Working the late shift just got a whole lot more fun!)

The alpha hero in Chase and Seduction: Hot Country Series, Book 1 by Randi Alexander, a contemporary romance, is a musician. Chase Tanner, country western superstar, broke his personal best record for orgasms the night he and Reno Linden first made love – even though it took all night and a whole box of condoms. (Come backstage and get your hands on country superstar Chase Tanner!)

In Tall, Dark & Apocalyptic by Sam Cheever, a paranormal romance, Audie, the alpha hero, is a bounty hunter.

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The sound of his footsteps across the littered floor was like a series of cannon blasts, and she winced under every one. His massive arms arched from his sides as he walked, the huge hands loosely fisted. He held a long knife in one hand. Thick, muscular legs stuck out from underneath a bloody and tattered kilt, the burgundy and black pattern barely visible under the filth of an extended battle.

Yeira noted the blade in his hand, knowing it was meant for her.

He stopped a foot away, his intense, dark-blue gaze sweeping over her. “My god, woman. You look like hell.”

(A grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.)

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He makes your heart pound and melts your resistance away. He promises you a world of passion and you find it impossible to resist his dark charm. When he catches your eye across the room, you know he means business. He could be an executive, cop, shape shifter, or a bad boy looking for a little fun. Once he has you in his sights, you can’t get away—and after one sizzling night in his arms, you won’t want to. He’s Tall, Dark & Alpha. The alpha male is the ultimate indulgence…the richest dark chocolate…and we’re offering him to you in abundance.

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Featured Story – Rock My Boat by Afton Locke


Workaholic CEO Rhonda Simms embarks on a Caribbean cruise to create an ad campaign for a big maritime freight client. She finds it impossible to concentrate, however, when Simon Mann, a blue marlin shifter, sets his sights on her. From a private, hands-on safety briefing to a wild ride in the ocean, he rocks her ordered world.

Simon drowned years ago in a shipwreck caused by Rhonda’s client, and he’ll do anything to be a normal man again. As his mate, Rhonda is the only person who can help him.

Tired of being so responsible, Rhonda is ready to let loose with a shipboard fling. Mating with Simon could cost a lot more than her virginity, however. Will she stick to her present course or will she let this sexy alpha rock her boat?

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“I’ve never appreciated heartless decisions CEOs make that affect people’s lives.”

Maybe that explained why he seemed to have a need to control everything, including her.

“We’re not all heartless.”

“Maybe not.” The pad of his finger brushed her cheek. “I didn’t know they could be so sexy either.”

A second call came through, announcing another mini crisis. If only she’d stayed home so she could keep things running. By the time this cruise from hell was over, Simms Creative Advertising Agency would probably be in ruins.

When the call ended, Simon snatched the phone out of her hand.

“What are you doing?” That rectangle of metal and plastic was the lifeline to her business.

“Throwing this thing into the ocean so we can have some peace.”

“The hell you are!”

Her heart pounded as she grabbed it from him. Maybe he was right. The constant interruptions would make it hard to work on her campaign, and the international rates were probably costing her a fortune. He was the next distraction she needed to get rid of. She turned the phone off and stowed it in her tote bag.

That must have been the signal he was waiting for because he also put her pen and notebook in the bag.

“Simon, you have to go.”

Instead of answering, he scooped her into his arms and crushed her body against his. The scrape of his unshaven jaw across her cheek was her only warning before he kissed her. It was more of an assault than a kiss. His mouth clamped to hers, opening and filling her with his slashing lips and tongue.

“Look, you alpha brute. Who do you think—?”

He swallowed the rest of her sentence with another brutal kiss while he gripped the back of her neck.

Too senseless to breathe, she clenched his shoulders, fisting the shirt fabric as her back arched above the cushion. His salty taste tingled on her tongue, whipping it into a frenzy. She wanted more, more, more.

Despite being in public, she couldn’t suppress a soft moan. Need, hot and slick, coated the seat of her bathing suit. When he tugged one strap off her shoulder, she shivered with longing and thrust her bare breast toward his mouth.

Her body was his now, completely beyond her control.

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Sexy Characters

by Lucy Felthouse

I’m a sucker for a sexy character. Be it in a book, film, TV show, whatever. This is why I’m such a fan of Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, Grimm, Sleepy Hollow, True Blood, Arrow, X-Men, The Avengers, Sherlock, too many books to mention… you get the picture.

sherlockbbcI don’t have a type, either, apparently. Some of the characters I like are tall, others short (okay, mainly tall). Short hair, long hair, blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes. Big nose, small nose. Wicked cheekbones (yeah, okay, I have one in particular in mind here). For me, it’s not just about the looks – it’s about attitude. There’s something about each of those characters that floats my boat, though I can’t always put my finger on it.

So when it came down to writing my first solo novel, Stately Pleasures, I had a couple of my favourite celebrity crushes in mind. I figured if I could visualise the sexy men in my book and found them attractive, then my female lead was bound to fancy the pants off them. It worked – Alice was attracted to Jeremy Davenport (who has an uncanny resemblance to Jeremy Renner) pretty much as soon as she met him. Her attraction to Ethan Hayes (looks rather like Jared Padalecki) wasn’t quite so instantaneous, but when it hit Alice, it hit her hard.

Naturally, it wasn’t enough for me and my lead female character to fancy the men. Readers had to like them, too. And fortunately, the feedback and reviews I’ve had so far indicate that they do – hurrah! Probably my favourite comment so far is that I had basically written one woman’s fantasy. Which she then followed up by saying as soon as she finished the book, her boyfriend grabbed it and was reading it instead of playing on his Playstation! What better compliment is there?!

For a long time, I’ve had someone visualised for my male characters as I write them. Someone I find hot, and it’s always worked for me. I don’t necessarily describe them down to the last millimetre, which is okay, as that’s when you run the risk of turning someone off. Their personalities just seem to come naturally as I write and again, so far I seem to be doing okay with capturing sexy characters with sexy, attractive attitudes.

I know I’ll never please everyone – it’s impossible. But if I can please myself, then finish a book and send it out into the world, then that’s half the battle over. A hot fictional guy is no good if he only ever lives on a writer’s computer, is he?

Happy Reading!

Lucy x


Stately PleasuresAlice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.

Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.

When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.

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I’m a romantic at heart. So when I see people separated by circumstance, through no fault of their own, I can’t help but wish them back together.

I came across this pin on Pinterest:

Sex, when preformed correctly, is a series of blissful fleeting moments of joyful ecstasy. But love, real love, is spiritual, eternal, limitless, and of course radically dangerous; because love, in its purest form, is much deeper than any primal act and more meaningful than any sexual crescendo….


Writing erotica is beautiful. Eroticism is inside all of us, even inside those who deny it. Heck we’re all sexual creatures. We’d be in a perpetual vegetative state if we didn’t feel even a smattering of lust or hear Sex’s siren call. And when we have fallen in love with someone taken away from us, we pine for that person not knowing what to do with our lives.

This was what happened to Roarke and Deanna in Forever at Midnight, but Roarke is a man who never gives up. Especially when it comes to Deanna.


With an intensity which thrilled her, Roarke kissed her again, backing her to the bed. When Deanna felt the edge of the bed behind her, she eased herself on it, pulling Roarke down with her. When he parted her legs with his thigh, she sighed in pleasure and mewled when he cupped her mound and rubbed her clit. The friction of the slacks and the lace against her pleasure button made her arch in delight. She was in a vortex of carnal bliss with Roarke’s mouth sliding down the column of her throat, his tongue flicking at the erratic pulse at the base of her neck, down to her sternum, then to her breasts. She unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans, and oh so slowly unzipped him. Roarke stood up to shuck his shoes and socks before he removed his jeans. She looked at his erection with hunger. It stood hard and thick and bounced a bit as he moved.

Slowly Roarke bent down to remove her slacks. She saw his eyes widen before his gaze scorched her with his lust. She lifted her buttocks and felt the material slide first against her lace underwear, then down to her lace edged stockings. She sat up to take off her hose.

“Leave them on,” he growled.

Suddenly, it was as if they went back in time. His words gave her the oddest sense of déjà vu. He had said this to her before—before everything. Deanna panted, her entire body sensitized by the desire in Roarke’s eyes. God, she was about to come and Roarke hadn’t even touched her!

Roarke knelt down at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. Slowly, he removed the tiny scrap of lace which covered her mound. Then he looked down, reverently. “Everywhere.”

As a slow smile lit his face, so did the slow burn begin in her sex, making her hips writhe beneath his gaze. He held her thighs, spreading them wider before his fingers trailed a hot path toward the apex. She watched mesmerized as his mouth followed his fingers. Nipping, kissing, licking her inner thighs. Her womb tensed. Desire coiled toward her centre, and her whole vagina throbbed. This was the only man who’d ever mattered to her. All the pent up passion she’d had stored up in her heart for decades came pouring forth. Deanna bit down on her lower lip.

She was about to come.

Then Roarke’s mouth was on her. His tongue parted her folds. He laved her from bottom to top, flattening his tongue against her throbbing clit before swirling it round and around. His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady when she just couldn’t be still. He speared her sweet channel, dipping his tongue as far as it would go before going back to suck on her swollen clit and labia lips. She looked at him. His eyes locked with hers as he continued to pleasure her.

She threw her head back as wave upon wave of incredible bliss brought her closer to the edge. She panted and moaned, nearly delirious with ecstasy. She didn’t know whether to hold on to his head or to grab the silk sheets into her fists. A powerful current in the centre of her sex threatened to drown her. Roarke’s tongue and mouth were voracious and she loved every minute of it. His tongue made languorous flicks around her clit without let up. Then he inserted two fingers into her, rubbing hard and fast inside, and she combusted. Her cries of release merged with his growl of passion. His fingers and mouth continued to pleasure her until her orgasm subsided.

She floated in a cloud of bliss, boneless but not sated. She felt the bed dip. When she opened her eyes, Roarke was hovering over her. The gold flecks in his eye more prominent, and she knew his lust had grown. She purred as her hands caressed the hard planes of his chest.

“There is no one like you, no one,” he said.

Deanna’s mouth curved into a pleased smile when she heard his sharp intake of breath. Her hands continued to trace down the length of his body, lower to his rock hard stomach, his hips, circling around to clasp his taut buttocks before ever so slowly moving to the front to wrap around his turgid erection. She pumped one hand up and down while the other gently cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Roarke thought he’d stopped breathing and gone to heaven. As soon as Deanna touched his cock, he pulsated, becoming so rock hard he didn’t know if he was feeling pleasure or pain. His stomach bunched at the intensity of the sensation. And her taste! Ancients! How he’d missed her taste. Her touch. Her scent. The only scent that could drive him out of his mind with lust.

“Kiss me,” she begged, her eyes deep blue pools of desire. Her lips parted to cover him with her sweet breath, inviting him to partake of her mouth once more. He nibbled on her upper lip, her lower lip, then her entire mouth. Sensual. Languid. He felt her open up to him. Lust surged fast through him as she greedily sucked on his tongue, tasting herself on him. Roarke wanted her mouth on him, but that could wait. Deanna raised her legs, parting them wide and enticed his cock toward her opening. With one thrust he sheathd himself into her. Their mixed groans of pleasure filled the room, his cock enveloped in Deanna’s wet warmth. He closed his eyes, giving a guttural growl when Deanna arched her back in ecstasy.

“Roarke,” she gasped, her pupils dilated with desire. “Take me hard. I want you deep inside me. I missed you.”

Roarke didn’t need further prodding. He held her hip while his other arm held his weight. He groaned when Deanna encircled his waist with her legs allowing him to go deeper. He hissed as lust swirled around inside his bloodstream. Each thrust was a step up the passion ladder. He felt his wereblood pulsing through his cock, making him thicker. Harder. Longer.

“Oh, God, yes!” she cried out.

He watched Deanna as pleasure suffused her face. Her head thrown back on the bed, her breasts with their hard peaks arched as delectable offerings to him. Her channel, wet and wild, squeezed him.

“More Roarke! Please!” Deanna whimpered.

He rode her hard like she asked. His balls slapped rhythmically against her bottom as he thrust in and out of her slick heat. He groaned as his cock revelled in Deanna’s velvet sheath, covering him with her delicious cream. Her whimpers spurred him on. In and out. Deeper and deeper. He rotated his hips, branding her.


He kissed her hard. His tongue in her mouth imitated his thrusts between her legs. Suddenly Deanna pushed against his chest and rolled him onto his back. He looked at her in surprise, but pleased she was taking the initiative. In the glow of the lights from below, she looked like fire and desire personified.


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