Monthly Archives: April 2014

A Little This n That

Life will not let me sit still long enough to do much of anything except live. Of course this could be a bad thing if I were one of those rigid, inflexible persons who can’t roll with the punches, but I’m flexible. I’ve learned how to use iCloud and sync Pages. (That’s what I use on my Mac, I refuse to put Microsoft Word on my Mac) So while I’m on the go I write.

On my recent trip to Houston, I may have managed about 300 words, if that the entire time I was there, but I had so much fun. I got a change to meet long time crit partner and friend, Emma Lai along with a few other people. While I was there I got lots of ideas. A mystery comes to mind. Yep, a mystery with romantic elements. That’s rattling around in my head.

Oh and check this out. I was able to submit two stories to different publishers. One requested to read the full manuscript. Fingers crossed folks, I’m waiting to see if my menage has a home. 🙂

And you know I gotta share the new cover for Breaking Delia’s Rules. It’s all shiny and pretty. I didn’t change the storyline, but added a little to the story. Delia is still sassy and Jace is as romantic as ever. Look for it in July from Sugar and Spice Press.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires


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Sexy Royal Giveaway

Her Royal Masquerade and Her Royal Bodyguard, the first two books in my Her Royal Romance series, are now available in print as well as e-book. To celebrate, I’m giving away one autographed copy of book #1, Her Royal Masquerade, to a random commenter on today’s blog post.


Time is running out for Prince Vittorio. His father’s health is failing and he must find a royal bride. Fast. He’s never forgotten his glimpse of a beautiful Scandinavian princess and lures her to his Mediterranean country with an invitation to his father’s birthday ball. He’d planned to propose a marriage agreement as cold as her icy reputation, but then he discovers she’s as colorful and warm as a summer sunset. The heat between them flares red-hot and when she allows him to seduce her, Vittorio sees his future unfolding just as he had planned. But what he doesn’t know is that the woman in his bed is not a princess at all.

The last thing schoolteacher Mia Holmberg expects when she masquerades as her royal cousin is to be swept off her feet by a charming prince. The incredible night in Vittorio’s arms is like a fairy tale come true, but she’d never want the life of a real princess, with all its pomp and politics. Knowing they can never have a future together, she slips out of his bed and back to reality, where she belongs.

But Vittorio discovers the deception and kidnaps Mia back to his palace, demanding she be his mistress until the real princess appears. Despite her attempts to stay aloof, Mia soon learns there’s more to the prince than arrogance and attitude, but now she’s in danger of falling in love with a man she can never have.


And because we can never have enough excerpts, here’s one to tempt you 🙂

“So what now?” she demanded as she dragged her attention away from the direction to which her gaze had been drawn. “Are you going to keep me locked up in here until she appears?” She propped her fists on her hips and leaned forward, getting in his face. His handsome, stormy face. “Are you going to throw me in the dungeon? You must have a dungeon in the palace somewhere to hide away your enemies and kidnap victims.”

“You are being ridiculous.” His voice rumbled through the highly charged air surrounding them.

Her heart began to race but not from fear, not from his dark frown. “It’s probably in the dark and moldy cellar, right? I’ll bet it has rusty chains and hungry rats and a torture chamber.”

Vittorio grasped her shoulders with his long fingers and she wanted to sigh. “Now you are being childish.”

She shouldn’t have goaded him into touching her. A dangerous buzz grew under her skin. “Or, I know, maybe you’ll just keep me cuffed to the bed. Yes, that would be what you’d do to a woman who refuses to be your mistress, wouldn’t you? Keep her here at your mercy until—”

Vittorio crushed his lips to hers, silencing her. Devouring her. Mia opened to him, allowing his invading tongue to sweep into her mouth, drinking from her. She wrapped her arms around his neck because she simply couldn’t stop herself from doing so. Her brain was so overloaded with sensations, she forgot why she didn’t want to press up against his bare chest.

She savored the delicious shivers dancing over her body and Vittorio’s lips sliding along hers.

Soft knocking broke through the haze of arousal. Vittorio groaned and pulled away. She couldn’t decipher the expression on his face before he turned and strode through the suite to the door. Mia stepped into the doorway of the bedroom to see Tony lean in and speak softly to Vittorio.

Now that Vittorio’s body wasn’t pressed up against her, his scent not invading her senses, his taste not lingering on her tongue, Mia’s brain began to work again. How could she have melted against him like a weak, needy woman? Only minutes after refusing to become his mistress, she’d kissed him as if she wanted him to toss her on the bed and ravish her.

She did. Heaven help her, she wanted to throw her self-respect to the wind and agree to anything if it meant she’d be in his arms again.

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Texas Passion – My First Historical Western

I enjoyed writing this book so much I decided to start a Western Historical series. Naked Bluff, Texas is a set of stories set in Texas during the 1860’s. In Too Deep and In Deep Water are the first two books, but Texas Passion set me on the road to write historical erotic westerns.

Another reason why I wrote my free read Hot Prairie Night, though that story is set in Kansas.

Texas Passion

by: Anita Philmar

Blurb –

After a long cattle drive to Abilene, Trent McCall just wants to unwind. But in his absence, his father’s been making wedding plans…for Trent. The last thing he needs is a spoiled and pampered socialite for a wife. What he needs is a hard drink and a willing woman. An uncomplicated woman who understands a man’s need for release after a hard ride. Good thing he’s got one waiting for him.

Four years back East haven’t changed Catherine Turnberry’s mind. Her heart is set on neighboring rancher, Trent McCall. When an end-of-the-trail party threatens to put him in the arms of another woman, Catherine grabs the bull by the horns. Taking the place of the whore hired to pleasure Trent, she intends to give him a welcome he’ll never forget and show him what Texas passion is all about.


“Well, now, did you think I’d ever arrive?” He shut the door and tossed his hat onto the table by the door. Dark curly hair circled his head, and his dark brown eyes met hers.

“I had no doubt you’d get here eventually.” Her hands shaking, Catherine laid her book on the rocker and tried for a more seductive tone. “But I’d like to know what delayed you.”

One corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin, he stepped forward, and then paused. “Wait a second, don’t I know you?”

Catherine nodded and toyed with the knot holding her robe together. Should she shed her robe and try to seduce him first? Or just tell him her name?

He tilted his head slightly, and a frown formed on his lips. The subdued lighting of the lantern didn’t mask the lines marring his brow.

Apprehension slithered over her skin, and a lump the size of Texas grew in her throat. “I…uh…”


More of an accusation than a question, her name echoed in her head. “Yes, I…” She edged closer.

He shuffled backward until his back hit the door. “What the hell are you doing here?” His gaze dropped to swell of her breasts, and the cattywhumped expression on his face registered. Clarity filled her head. The man might deny it, but the heat in his eyes proved he found her appealing. Energy pulsed through her, and she untied the knot at her waist. “I decided, since we’re practically engaged, I didn’t want you sleeping with another woman.”

“Whoa, don’t even think about removing that robe.” He held out his hands to stop her, but his tongue slid over his parched lips and the blaze in his eyes sparked higher. Catherine’s confidence grew, and the doubt that had plagued her for the last few hours faded. He might resist, but she’d show him this was what they both wanted.


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A Taste of Rome is Going On Tour!

Hi everyone,

A Taste of RomeI’m just stopping by to let you know that from the 28th, one of my latest releases, A Taste of Rome, will be going on tour. There will be five guest posts, so five opportunities to find out more about the book, and also a giveaway.

Here’s a reminder of what the book’s all about:

Book 3 in the World of Sin 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.

Here’s where I’ll be and when:

28th April
29th April
30th April
1st May
2nd May

I hope you’ll stop by and leave me some comments and enter the giveaway.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

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Should Men Shave It All Off…Down There?


By Em Petrova


Well, should they? Let’s explore this fun topic today. I’m looking for lots of comments on this post, so get those fingers poised!


This is a common subject amongst erotic romance authors and smutters. When talking manscaping, exactly how much is too much?


While lying in bed the other night, staring at my man’s hairy front, I have to admit I did some mental waxing. Yes, it’s true. I’d contour the belly hair a little, trimming it to a perfect love trail. But other than that, I wouldn’t touch him. To me, being all bare might rank up there with carrying a man purse. (Mama likes to nuzzle!)


As an erotic romance author, I look at a lot of…um…inspiration. *wink* It’s impossible not to be influenced by publishing’s vision of the perfect man. After all, romance book covers typically sport shirtless heroes. But have you ever, in all your life, seen a hair? No wonder men feel compelled to shave, right? Women are lounging around devouring these books about hairless men, while our significant others wonder what those images have that they don’t.


In movies, it’s not that often you see a real hairy man chest. I’m sure these actors are subjected to torturous hours on the waxing table. I guess the good thing is they aren’t forced to have all their hair plucked by clam-shell wielding old women like some of the American Indian tribes, where hair was considered unsightly.


Some guys think that shaving their lower parts makes the tool look bigger. But in my opinion, when it comes to grooming the nether-regions, I’ve got one word for you—CACTUS. That’s right, guys. Ain’t no woman willing to take a ride on that.


What are your preferences? I can’t wait to hear your juicy comments!


Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~


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New Release and giveaway

Book number two in my Wild Alaska series is here, and to celebrate I’m giving away a copy of book one to a lucky commenter today.


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Kate Baker came to Alaska on the arm of the man she thought she would marry, only to be abandoned in the little town of Ketchikan—a ruined woman and afraid to face her family. She knows she should try to find the independence her roommates have, so Kate turns down Carter’s offers to take care of her. When he wants to tie her up and use her body she knows she shouldn’t let him but every touch from Carter breaks down her resistance. Soon Kate finds herself submitting to Carter’s every desire and melting under his expert touch.

Find it at Amazon and Ellora’s Cave


Leave a comment about Alaska or sexy mountain men or pretty much anything else you want to talk about and you’re entered to win a copy of Gold Lust.
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Thanks for stopping by!

Sky Robinson
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Why Paranormal Romance?

7414781[1]   People often ask me why I am drawn to writing paranormal romance. I’ve asked other writers this question as well, and many of the answers are the same. They like a world where the rules can easily be bent and reshaped into whatever they want. Vampires exist. All manner of creatures who go bump in the night put on a trench coat and walk the streets after dark. For me, it’s a little different. My attraction to the paranormal began when I was a child, and I can’t really say what drove the interest only that it was always there. I grew up in a world filled with magic.
My grandmother used home remedies that basically amounted to sympathetic magic where pain or any ailment would be drawn from a person and put into an object. She was a devout Baptist but she carried a real rabbit’s foot in her purse until the day she died. I now have the rabbit’s foot. Her husband, a Baptist Deacon, had more than one encounter with things that were there one minute and not there the next. On the other side of my family, my great grandfather was part Native American and could walk so soundlessly, he would easily sneak up on people. There was always an air of magic and mystery in every family gathering, with discussions about strange feelings people got about upcoming events, dreams that ended up coming true and people who could predict the future before it happened with things as simply as “someone is coming to visit” ten minutes before someone drove up.
I grew up in a tiny community of about 2,000 people, and the communities were joined by one main highway, which was about ten miles long. Along that highway, there are several roadside memorial crosses, and each one of those crosses has a story of a life lost, but the story is usually something more than just “hey there was a really bad accident here.” There is one curve in particular that has been home to many wrecks, one involving my younger brother. The night his car went airborne, he and his passengers survived. One of the passengers was thrown from the car and had been wearing a white t-shirt. That shirt has tire marks on it. He was run over by the car in mid air and survived. The Baptist church right down the road from the wreck site had a sign up that night that said “Is the road you are on leading to Heaven?” My brother and his friends survived and slowed down a little since that night.
Several other people have not been so lucky. One of the young men who died was killed in a motorcycle accident. It was probably five years after his death that I was driving home along the highway. It was just turning dark, that weird twilight time of day when things look strange anyway. As I approached the church, I saw someone riding a bicycle in the middle of the road. I thought to myself “Why is he in the middle of the road?” Most bicyclists drive on the shoulder. As I kept driving, I watched the person on the bicycle disappear in front of me. He had been there for maybe 60 seconds, maybe not that long, but he had clearly been there. When I told my dad about it, he said “You probably saw Justin,” without thinking anything strange about the encounter.
In the center of this curve is a yellow house that was reputed to be built “during slavery times” which was a long time ago to anyone whom you ask. I grew up with a guy who lived in that house. The whole community will tell you the house is haunted by the ghosts of slaves who were killed and tortured in the house. In fact, if you hear the legends, they resemble those of the LaLaurie House in New Orleans. The person who grew up in the house never saw or encountered anything weird, and I had been in the house several times in my teen years. The house has been abandoned for maybe ten years, and the last time a hurricane blew through, the front door opened, inviting anyone in who might venture that way. I don’t consider it breaking and entering, even though it was definitely trespassing.
I went into the house with a group of teenagers and a ghost detector. We entered through the side door and immediately saw that the house had seen better days. The floor was caving in throughout the lower level and the walls were peeling and moldy. We made our way up the creaking stairs, which are very rickety but still sturdy enough to hold us. At the top of the stairs is a bedroom and the attic area, which is open and easy to see because so many boards have fallen down. When you enter the master bedroom, you can walk through a door that takes you to the “Secret Room.” This room is one that has spawned many legends but is actually just a remodeled room that still houses a jukebox.
Going back downstairs, we stepped over the hole at the end of the staircase and moved to the right of the staircase to a room whose entire center is sunk in. The room has blue carpet and lets in a lot of light. At this point in my investigation, the teenagers started screaming and my ghost detector started picking up a very strong EMF (electro-magnetic frequency) which means something was going on in the room that was a little different from normal. I recorded the room and quietly made my calculations on my detector while trying to keep the kids from freaking out any further. When we left, I played back my recordings and looked at the readings I had gotten. Every recording was messed up. The sound was draggy and the video was blurred. All the video I had recorded immediately before and immediately after that room was fine.
When I got home, I decided to do some real research on the house. It didn’t take long to uncover the history of the place, including the dates when it was built. As it turned out, the original owner of the house was killed in his sleep by one of his slaves. Does anyone have a guess as to which room was the owner’s bedroom? It was the room with the blue carpet. The original owner is buried on the property, though I have not located his grave.
So why do I write paranormal romance? My answer is because my entire world is paranormal. I grew up around magic and am constantly surrounded by it. Things that are impossible in most people’s worlds are Tuesday in mine. No, I don’t know any shape shifters, and no, I’ve never met a vampire. However, so many things that only happen in paranormal romance happen on a daily basis in the land I call home. So paranormal for me is normal. It is what makes sense in a world where many things don’t make sense at all. That is why I was originally drawn to the paranormal and why I continue to work with it today.

Start the Soulbound Series with Book 1

When Genesis Martinez went into Lake Ponchartrain and died, her nightmare was just beginning. Resurrected and soulless, she falls victim to wandering souls seeking a body. Cassius Ramirez went into the Lake sixty years ago and knows he died, but when he woke up in the morgue, everything has changed. Something is killing people in New Orleans, and Cass knows he’s responsible. But when he meets Gen, he knows he will do anything to protect her. Cass isn’t the only man who feels a connection to Gen, and when his brother Craven catches her scent, all bets are off.

Detective Brick Parker has seen a lot of things in his years with New Orleans Police, but he’s never seen anything quite like what’s happening now. Bodies torn to shreds, brains missing, creatures roaming the night, victims with human teeth marks in their flesh. Worse of all, his partner, Jules, has been throwing around a Z word usually reserved for late night horror movies.

As creatures roam the streets of New Orleans, Gen’s very existence is on the line. She’s unleashed a creature unlike any other and now she may have to pay the ultimate price. There’s a cure, but it may cost her even more than her soul.

**Content Warning: May contain explicit content and scenes. Intended for 18+ Audience.

Gen tried not to flinch when he touched her but everything about this situation was setting off alarms in her head. Not to mention what it was doing to her stomach, creating little flip-flops that were making her nauseated. As much as she wanted to pull away from him, his touch was soothing, which in itself should have been enough to send her running. And her tough girl attitude, the one that had saved her so many times and was currently fueled by her Metallica t-shirt, could only take her so far.
She found herself mesmerized by the steady movements of his hands and the gentle way he cleaned then wrapped her arm. His fingers were rough but instead of chafing her skin, the calloused surfaces made her want to purr with delight. Something was definitely wrong with her. Genesis Martinez did not react like this to men, even ones who were built like action heroes with silver eyes that looked entirely other-worldly. His pupils seemed to appear and disappear as he touched her, as if the contact was having an effect on him too. He wore his hair and beard close cropped, neat, no frills, 100% man with definite Hispanic blood in his veins.
He was definitely built like a boxer, with wide shoulders, narrow hips, and thighs that fit very nicely into his jeans. His dark t-shirt hugged against his chest, outlining the proof of hours spent in the gym. He had haunted the few dreams she’d managed to have between ten pm and three am last night, his smile an intoxicating blend of sin and salvation. The man in the flesh was both calming and powerful, a paradox of danger and safety, the kind of man who could really get a girl into all the right kinds of trouble. But Gen already had a working relationship with trouble, and she didn’t need the kind that would come with smoldering eyes and sensual lips.
But the thing inside her wouldn’t let her trust him, didn’t want him to be close. It was almost as if it knew him and was warning her against him. Of course that made sense. The body was in his gym, and the chances that he was the reason for that were pretty solid. Still, he had so much to lose if he were a killer, which would probably explain why the body was so well hidden.
His boxing career was on fire right now, and the odds of him winning his match tonight were very high. The bets had been coming in for a couple of weeks, but the past twenty four hours had seen an influx, enough to pay her rent for a couple of months and have plenty left over. Her business as an online bookie depended on guys like him, but she never imagined she’d be sitting here letting him wrap up an old wound that had popped open in last night’s scuffle.
There was something about him that was extremely familiar, and it went beyond the fact that she could spout off all his stats for the past two years. It was as if she knew him, and not the Cash Money side of him but the man whose hands were making her stomach churn. He looked down at her arm, concentrating on every movement, touching her so gently it made her want to scream at him. When he finally looked up at her, his pupils had disappeared and were just now coming back into view.
It was there, right on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to ask him a question that defied logic, but instead she swallowed it. Do you believe in life after death?
“There,” he announced. “I think that should hold.”
“Yeah.” She pulled her arm away as quickly as possible and slid her sleeve back over it. “Thanks.”
“You look a million miles away. You okay?”
“Just focusing on the pain,” she lied.
“Hmmm.” He leaned back in his chair, his eyes focused on her, making her feel very self-conscious. It felt as if he were looking straight into her, seeing things she never showed anyone. “Sometimes it takes pain to get you through, huh?” It wasn’t a question but a statement, as if he understood exactly what she meant.
“Yeah. Whatever. Thanks.” She stood and tucked the first aid kit under her arm.
“Wait.” She had almost made her escape when his deep timbre stopped her.
Turning slowly, she realized her hands had been gripping the first aid kit to the point of causing numbness in her fingertips. “Yeah?” Her voice was softer than she would’ve liked, and she cleared her throat and set her jaw, steeling herself for whatever he said next.
“You never said what you were doing here.” His long legs made him seem predatory as he walked across the room, his eyes never leaving her face. He made her nervous but at the same time, the sensation was a welcome one. It had been a long time since she’d been touched so gently by someone who she knew could tear her apart if he wanted to.
“Guess I was wrong,” she shrugged. “No. I think you were looking for something.”
For the third time in recent history, she found herself trapped between a man and a wall. Only this time, she wasn’t afraid. She was practically tingling with wanting, wishing he would reach out and touch her again. The way his eyes flashed, she wondered if he could feel it, too. The predatory look on his face should’ve frightened her, but there was something there so familiar she couldn’t bring herself to be afraid.

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Sneek Peek

I apologize for being missing for the past month. My hubby and I were traveling around Florida and Georgia, visiting friends and family, and escaping the cold that hung around western New York since last November. If I’d been more organized, I would have scheduled posts ahead of time, but then, I’ve never claimed to be organized.

I’ve also been busy working on edits for my September Samhain release, The Cottage Next Door. It’s not smutty in the least, but emotional and romantic, but of course, there’s sex because realistically, grown-up relationships usually include sex.

Because I’m sure that, like me, our readers like some variety in their reading and love romances of all kinds, I’m giving you the first peek at this second-chance-at-love beach romance:

Sylvie waited on the deck while Hunter let Riley into his cottage and got him some water. She felt lighthearted and scared to death at the same time.

Maybe it would have been easier to jump his bones last night in the dark. They could have said they were overcome by passion. By the spur-of-the-moment need. But now…this was thought out. Planned. Agreed to.

They were going to have sex. No strings attached and with an end clearly in sight.

Hunter joined her at the door to her cottage. She avoided his eyes as she opened the door. He followed her in and closed the door behind him. The small cottage seemed to shrink down to miniscule. Hunter wasn’t huge, but he took up a lot of space in the little living room. A buzz of nervous anticipation danced along her skin.

He was a stranger. He had Fletcher’s stamp of approval, but that didn’t mean she felt all that comfortable about taking off her clothes in front of him. She wasn’t as young as she used to be. And no other man but Matt had seen her naked.

Hunter tipped her chin up with one finger. She hadn’t realized she’d been staring at the floor.

“Okay, now it’s my turn to ask you if you’re all right. Are you changing your mind? Do you want to go a little slower? I could take you out for lunch and—”

Sylvie forced out a laugh and grabbed his forearms. “No. God, no. We don’t need to go out on a date. That’s not what this is about, right?”

He studied her for a moment. “You look like you’re having second thoughts to me.”

“No. I’m so horny I can hardly think straight. That’s not the problem. I want to have sex. With you. I’m just nervous.” She chewed on her lower lip for a moment and then admitted, “I feel like this is the first time for me. I know it’s dumb, but I’ve never had sex with anyone but Matt, and I don’t know how to do it with anyone else.”

“I think we all probably do it the same way,” he said softly. He was most likely trying not to laugh at her.

“I know. I’m being silly.”

“I have a confession to make.”


“I’ve never had sex with anyone but Jenny.”

“Really?” She couldn’t stop the hint of skepticism from sliding into her voice.

“Yeah, I know. Guys are supposed to have had sex with lots of women, but I wasn’t that way. Jenny was my high school sweetheart. My only love. I didn’t want anyone else.” He swept her wispy hair back from her face. His hand was warm on her cheek. “Until you.”

She shivered. “So here we are, almost like a couple of virgins.”

“I don’t know if I’d go that far.” He brushed his lips over hers, oh so slowly. “I’ve learned a few things since high school.”

Her lips tingled. So did the rest of her body. “That’s good to know.”

She couldn’t believe they were really going to do this. For all her fantasizing, reality was a little scarier than she thought it would be. She did feel like a virgin in Hunter’s arms. No matter how much she wanted this, she wasn’t sure how to proceed. Did he want to take charge? Did he like to take it fast? Slow?

“Hey.” Hunter pulled back to look her in the eye. “You tensed up. Are you okay?”

She nodded. Smiled at his concern. “Virgin nerves.”

He chuckled softly. “No expectations. We can take things slow.”

“Slow,” she repeated. Why was she a little disappointed? What had she expected, that he would take her hard and fast because he couldn’t help himself? Matt had been in love with her and they’d never had sex that way.

Hunter ran his lips along her jaw and over her throat. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmured. His hands rested on her hips, heavy and warm, but he didn’t move them over her body. His lips were all that were moving. He didn’t slip his fingers beneath her shirt to feel her bare skin. He didn’t slide a palm up to cup her breast. She ached with the longing for him to do just that. Her breasts felt heavy. Her nipples prickled.

He wasn’t rushing her. Sylvie supposed she should be grateful for his consideration, but she’d wanted this for days. Nights. She grabbed his arms, right below the edge of the short sleeves. The hard, warm skin nearly burned her hands. She curled her fingers into his flesh, holding on tight when her knees began to tremble.

God, she needed this so badly. To feel like a desirable woman again. To slake this need with a hot, hard man.

The Cottage Next Door releases September 16th and I’ll be back to share the beautiful cover as soon as I can!

Playing for Real
Her Royal Masquerade
Her Royal Bodyguard

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I Think I Might Be Having an Affair with Benedict Cumberbatch

Hi everyone,

On Location 1fLast month I posted about sexy characters, including the delectable version of Sherlock Holmes played by the even more delectable Benedict Cumberbatch. Well, I think I may have started something, sparked something in my insane subconscious, because ever since then, I’ve been having dreams about him.

Not particularly dirty dreams (sadly), which is surprising given the sort of filth I write, but dreams about us going off solving cases together (he has the Sherlock look in my sleeping world), stopping for the occasional canoodle in dark corners and alleyways and the like. I can testify to the fact that that curly black mop is very soft and is lovely to play with, and that he smells very nice. You know, in my dreams, where all this shit is made up. Damn.

I had yet another dream this weekend, and I woke up and told my other half I thought I might be having an affair. He asked who with, and when I told him Benedict Cumberbatch, he shrugged. It seems that Benedict is so cool that most blokes wouldn’t mind their girlfriends having an affair with him. In fact, they’d probably be kinda jealous… that they weren’t the ones having the affair with him.

Lovely, lovely Benedict, appealing to men and women of all ages and sexualities, I applaud you. Also, when you next step into my slumbering brain, do you think we could have sex, please? You know, purely for research purposes… 😉 Maybe you could even bring your buddy Tom Hiddleston with you. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it?

Happy Reading!

Lucy x


Latest release:

Letters to a War ZoneWhen 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?

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Love’s Submission Cover Reveal

It’s so much fun getting pretties in my inbox. Actually I have two, but I’m sharing one today. I don’t have a release date yet, but the cover is super sexy.
Here’s the blurb for Love’s Submission.
From the moment BJ met Kalista he know she was the one for him, but too much alcohol and a bad decision left him on the outside looking in. He’ll do anything to make up for the pain he’s caused her. All he needs is a chance to prove he’s worthy of her trust and love again.
Hearts and trust were never meant to be broken and as much as Kalista wants to see BJ suffer, she can’t deny that the attraction and love is still there. Maybe giving him another chance wouldn’t be so bad, if she didn’t have someone else.

And the cover…


Until next time Indilge Your Inner Desires.

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