Monthly Archives: July 2014

It’s Only a Test

In  two weeks I will have my first test for purple belt in the martial arts style of Tang Soo Do. As with anything that requires normal vision, this has been a challenge, but the instructor has been very patient and a lot of fun.

The hardest thing for me in this class has been the one steps and sparring. After a certain distance, people disappear from my visual field. We don’t do much sparring, but one steps, where one partner attacks the other and the attackee counters while the attacker remains still- and we perform the moves we’ve learned in class like roundhouse kick, inside/outside block or a punch.

Since starting this class, I’ve lost weight and gained much confidence in the ability to defend myself should the unthinkable happen. Now if there was a way to defend against tripping and falling over obstacles in the middle of sidewalks that would be great. 🙂

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Love Is…

On August fifth, the LOVE IS… anthology will release at e-tailers near you! A collection of 300,000 words, and more than 40 authors, covering all heat ranges and genres, there’s something in here to appeal to everyone. And all of the proceeds are going to charity — specifically, to:

Reach out and Read which prepares America’s youngest children to succeed in school by partnering with doctors to prescribe books and encourage families to read together.


a collection of more than 40 authors and 300,000 words.

And my own contribution to Love Is…

HER ROYAL RENDEZVOUS – a Her Royal Romance story.

Love is…
reunited lovers risking their hearts for a second chance.

Two years ago, Liliana Gullotti broke off her engagement to Tony Barone, head of royal security, because his job took over his life and left no time for her. But when she sees him at the prince’s wedding reception, she knows she’s never gotten over him. And she agrees to meet him at their old rendezvous spot one last time.

Tony never stopped loving Lil, but has honored her request to stay away from her. But once she approaches him at her cousin’s wedding, all bets are off. He’ll do whatever he can to show her she means the world to him. And that a single rendezvous will never be enough.


“Dance with me, Liliana.” His voice was soft and deep and seductive.

She didn’t even try to resist him. Liliana wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him.
She’d always loved dancing with Tony. There was something about resting her head on his chest and being enveloped by him that had always made her feel safe and protected. Not that she needed to be protected from anything.

She just liked being in his arms. That hadn’t changed. He hadn’t changed. Or had he?

“I thought you were working,” she murmured as the musicians slid from one love song to another.

“I’m taking a break.” The warm amusement in his voice relaxed her even more. “My team has everything covered.”

“Oh.” They moved together seamlessly, as they always had. Thighs brushing. Hips shifting as they danced to a song about love lost and found. Of wasted time and seizing the moment. His breath was warm against her cheek as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Meet me in the garden, Lil. The bench in the center. You know the one.”

“Of course, I know the one.” She swallowed, but didn’t lift her head from his shoulder. Her heart raced eagerly. “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

His lips tickled her ear. “It’s a great idea.”

It was tempting. He was tempting. Her body wanted to seize the moment but her brain reminded her of the reasons she’d left. “I can’t. I’m on duty in the morning.”

“Then don’t keep me waiting.”

Now she did lift her head, narrowed her eyes as she looked up at him. “Me? Keep you waiting?”

“I know.” He stroked her hair softly until she rested her head back down on his shoulder. Their dancing was now not much more than swaying in place. “I know.”

Before she could say anything else, the song ended. Tony eased away when it was announced that the bride and groom would be departing soon. He grasped her hands, caught her gaze. “Midnight in the garden.”

Liliana found herself nodding before Tony turned back to the job that was taking him from her once again.

I’m so excited to be part of this anthology! Feel free to visit our Facebook page, where you can like us and be kept up to date on the release and get in on the big release day contest! 40 authors! 300,000 words! All heat levels and sub-genres! 99 cents! Proceeds to literacy! How can you lose?

Aug 5th! Only a week to go!


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BrainStorm Session of Romantic Ideas

Hi everyone,

As some of you may know I have a blog where I post romantic ideas every day.

I like to keep them fresh.

Today, I’d love to do a Brainstorm session with 69 Shades of Smut readers.

You can either post them here or on my Spice It Up blog.

So let’s narrow down the categories





So what’s your favorite idea?

Can’t think of anything?

What was your favorite romantic gesture from your lover?

Favorite romantic destination? Why?

There are endless possibilities.

Everyone who leaves a comment will be entered to win a copy of my latest release In Too Deep


You can read more

So let’s get those ideas flowing, you can put in more than one comment.




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New Novel Coming from Lucy Felthouse – Pack of Lies

Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to announce that I have a release date for my next novel. Pack of Lies, my werewolf novel, is coming out with Ellora’s Cave on the 6th August!

I don’t have a cover at the time of writing this post, but here’s the blurb:

Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.

I’m very excited to have another full-length novel coming out. It’s very different to my previous one, Stately Pleasures, not only because it’s a paranormal, but because it’s more of a thriller than a romance. But don’t worry, there’s plenty of romance and hot sex in there, too!

You can add it to your Goodreads shelves here:

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to happy dance around the room!

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, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Ebook Giveaway! Get an early copy of Submission Dance

Releasing next Monday, my new book Submission Dance, is the second story in my Fetish & Fantasy Series. All of the standalone stories in this series revolve around one night experiences, and people getting to live out their deepest, darkest fantasies.

A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story1 - 200x300In the first book, Watching Sin, Alana and her husband Doug reach out to his best friend Killian for a hand in making their fantasies come true. Neither of them ever expected what they got….

And now, Submission Dance, follows the footsteps of a BDSM virgin as she crosses over into the darkside, and is swept off of her feet by a delicious Dominant. Lex Gregory and Marley Saltzman start with a dance, but end with….well, you’ll have to read the book to see what they end up with. 😉


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Marley Saltzman has a secret fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.

Lex Gregory has been nursing heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has to have her.

The two began a subtle dance of sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find their darkest fantasies fulfilled?

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, spanking, public sex, HEA.


“The paddle she’s using is specifically for pleasurable spanking. It’s made of Ash, which is an extremely hard wood, and it has holes drilled through it that add to the sting on his skin. If you were to look closely at it, it is engraved with her name, so that every time she paddles him she is marking him as her property.” Lex’s deep voice vibrated in her ear as he spoke against it, and she shivered again. His tone was low enough that the people around them would only hear a murmur of sound but no words. The heat of his body at her back, and their height difference made her feel dainty and delicate in the curve of his body. “That intrigues you, doesn’t it, princess?”

She nodded, and when he remained silent, she forced herself to speak, “Yes.”

The one word was apparently spoken too loudly, because several people glanced their way, and even Mistress Ana tossed a glare her direction. Flushing with embarrassment, she didn’t argue when Lex tugged her away from the open door and a few feet down the hallway where they wouldn’t be interrupting.

“Tell me, Marley, why do you want to be subjugated and treated like property?”

Her temper flared briefly at his description, and she realized that he was likely trying to push her buttons after her temper tantrum a few minutes ago. She should still be upset with him, and avoiding him, but she found herself answering his question breathlessly. “I don’t wish to be treated harshly. I’m intrigued, as you so eloquently put it, about the freedom of giving up control. I wonder if it’s as good as it sounds to let someone else take the reins and lead while I follow.” She made a move as if to go back to her viewing spot, but his next words froze her in her tracks.

“So you want a babysitter?”

Her body stiffened as she whirled to face him. Meeting his eyes steadily she glared at him. “No, Sir.” Even she could hear the sass in her tone, “I want a man. I’m tired of dating boys who want a woman to cook and clean for them, and take care of them, but they aren’t capable of taking the lead. I want a man who can be gentle—or hard—because he knows I like it both ways. Someday I want someone who will appreciate me caring for him, but isn’t afraid to wash his own laundry. Who will indulge in fantasy with me, because it makes us both happy, but who can also live a normal life and enjoy Chinese take-out on the couch after work. But tonight, all I want is to learn more about myself, and believe me, I damn sure don’t want a babysitter.”

Spinning on her heel with the intention of storming away again, she yelped when he jerked her back by her hair, and then quickly released her, before his arms were wrapping her tightly to his chest. “Easy there, little warrior. I had to make sure you were here for the right reasons. I don’t want to be in a 24/7 babysitting position. I don’t even want to own a slave. I just want a woman who can submit to me because she knows that I control her pleasure. You’ve got a bratty side, and it both pisses me off and turns me on. All I can think about is getting you over my lap and spanking that pretty round ass of yours until it’s bright, fuckably red.”


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Bad-ass Bikers

Hello, dear friends! I’m Em Petrova and I’m talking dirty-hot bikers today. I can’t wait for you to get a taste of my hunky new hero, Jamison.




Jamison is into some dark shit–illegal activities and killings. But he knows how to treat his woman. Read an excerpt of LOVE TIES and comment for a chance to win a $5 Amazon or B&N gift card!


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You can take the motorcycle chick out of the club, but she’ll always come back.


When her momma saddled her with a name like Ever, she didn’t have a prayer of a normal life. Mix in a motorcycle club and a lot of rough adoptive fathers, and Ever is raised not to take any flack. Five years ago she battled her way out of the Life, got a degree and a good job. The only thing that would bring her back to Heller’s Gap and within range of her ex is revenge.


Jamison’s motorcycle club doesn’t live, breathe, and ride for drugs and guns, unless they’re fighting to uncover the roots of the crimes. After years of watching his friends and loved ones die, Jamison’s only desire is to stop more of the trade from coming into Heller’s Gap. At least until he gets an eye—and hand—full of the redheaded vixen, Ever.


In spite of the world she hates, Ever can’t stay away from the god dressed in black leather. When he discovers she’s practically MC royalty, and that she’s being hunted by her ex and his gang, Jamison’s instincts to protect rev to new speeds. He’d do just about anything to keep her, even help her get the revenge she craves…if it doesn’t break him first.



Excerpt rated ADULT:

The instant he walked into The Gearhead bar, she knew it. Chatter stuttered to a stop, and the cover band seemed to trip on the beat. Without looking over her shoulder, Ever felt Jamison’s heavy stare.

A shiver raced down her spine, but she managed to keep from contorting into a strange shape on the barstool. Jamison Montgomery. Hell, even his name had serious swagger.

Gripping her glass, she stared at the green contents. Sex with an Alligator was her drink of choice, which had amused the hell out of Jamison from the very beginning. Ever hitched her boot heel on the stool rung and tried not to squirm.

From the corner of her eye she glimpsed the man who stopped every lady—and quite a few men—in their tracks. Six-feet-two with a chiseled chest that served as a fine pillow. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.

The pretty bartender leaned across the polished surface. “Wow, look at him. I bet a girl could ride him to Sturgis and back.”

As if she didn’t know exactly who the brunette referred to, Ever glanced around. And instantly regretted it.

Jamison’s deep hazel gaze latched onto her like a motorhead attached himself to a restored Harley. Ever’s skin broke out in goose bumps at the sight of the same five o’clock shadow that had burned her inner thighs so deliciously not twelve hours ago.

She clenched her knees together and took a slug of the green drink that tasted like a sour apple hard candy.

“Do you know who that is?” the bartender asked.

Barely turning her head, Ever tried not to let him catch her gaze again, but damn if he wasn’t a professional at it. She let him consume her with his eyes a heartbeat too long. Then shaking her head, she dragged her gaze away from his ruggedly beautiful face and tried to play it cool. “Just some dirtbag.”

Her drawl was Deep South even to her own ears—something Jamison had commented on. That and her name. There weren’t a lot of girls named Ever on the big blue ball they called Earth. When explaining her name, she always claimed her mother had named her this, because given a choice, she’d never, ever get pregnant again.

Three stools down, the scrape of metal legs on the dusty wood floor made Ever’s nipples pucker. Anything the man touched or looked at turned her into runny grits. The bartender smoothed her hands over her perfectly trim hips before bouncing down to take his order.

“What can I get ya tonight, loverboy?”

“Double of Jack.” When he spoke, his gritty tone ignited Ever. Too well she recalled him calling her baby in the same voice, sounding as if he’d swallowed gaskets and chased them with moonshine.

Ever’s pussy squeezed with fresh need.

She’d regretted coming back to this Podunk town where she’d spent too many years as someone’s wife. Then the purdiest man in the state of Alabama had wandered through the door.

Too bad he was not a cowboy. Or a banker. A post office worker. Hell, she’d prefer a sewer employee over another man wearing leather and sporting too much horsepower between his legs.

She shifted in her seat, aware of Jamison’s gaze. She didn’t dare turn her head because her face would light up like the Fourth of July. With a complexion like hers, she had little control over her blushes.

Last night Jamison kissed her heated cheeks and rumbled a laugh. “You match your hair,” he’d said.

“I’ve gotta use the lady’s room. Save my drink.” Ever’s mutter to the waitress didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Tight Jeans. She didn’t get halfway down the corridor leading to the restrooms when leather and earthy aftershave overwhelmed her.

He grabbed her elbow and whirled her. Her back struck the wall, but he slid a hand behind her in time to cushion the impact. As Jamison leaned in, breath minty and lips inviting as hell, she panted for control.

“Just some dirtbag, huh?”

He was dressed to kill in those dark jeans, his motorcycle club T-shirt, and a black leather vest that fitted to every muscled inch of his torso. Ever’s knees sagged, and he trapped her more firmly against the wall.

Dipping his head, he nuzzled her throat. She sucked in a harsh breath and fought the urge to twist her fingers into his leather cut and yank him down. The memory of those heated lips gliding over her flesh was almost too much to bear.

“Was I just some dirtbag to you last night?”

“Y-yes.” Her whisper was a lie, and they both knew it. God, how was she going to continue to resist this man? Every nerve ending in her body begged for his callused touch. But no, she had too much to lose.

Going back to the Life wasn’t an option. She’d busted her ass to break free of the world of guns, drugs, and anything on two wheels.

In the background the band struck a new song, the drummer a little too enthusiastic. Heller’s Gap had never been known for its musical talent, but someone had to keep couples revolving on The Gearhead’s dance floor.

What the hell had she been thinking to even come into a biker bar? Old habits would kill her in the end.

Jamison skated his perfectly hard lips down her neck to the hollow of her collarbone. Last night he’d drizzled cheap wine on her and lapped it up from that very spot. She melted down the wall, but he pinioned her crotch on his steely thigh.

She wet her lips. “I don’t plan on hanging around some guy wearing patches on his vest.” She’d almost chanted this mantra for twelve hours since meeting him.

Last night a single look from Jamison was all it took. Two slow dances later she was wrapped around him on the back of his bike.

Sure, it would start like this—scorching hot sex with a very considerate lover. But over time she’d be up all night, worrying about why he’d gone out packing more heat than the police force. Or whether or not he was with some sweet butt.

Her father had been a MC officer, and her ex patched in when he was barely eighteen. She’d learned how to hate men from the very best.

Guys like Jamison were also too damned sexy for her sanity. She planted her boots and tried to straighten away from him, but he rocked his thigh against her pussy. As hard muscle met needy flesh, even through the barrier of jeans, her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Just some dirtbag who can do this to you.” He pressed his knee upward, lifting her onto tiptoe. She bit off a cry. “And this.” He palmed her breasts, and heat tore through her as if she weren’t wearing a cotton shirt. “Or this.” He nipped her earlobe, and she couldn’t stop herself.

She turned her mouth into his, desperate for his taste. The instant she parted her lips, he plunged inside. For two mind-blowing minutes she forgot her name, her reasons for coming back to Heller’s Gap, and every good intention she had.

Jamison’s kisses stole all rational thought. He angled his head and drank from her, flicking his tongue along her lower lip until her panties were a soggy mess. He cradled her jaw and drove his tongue into her mouth again.

Whimpering, she clung to him.

He leaned away with a satisfied smirk. “Pretty good for just some dirtbag, eh, Ever?”

“I can’t do this. Please let me go.” But at some point he’d already released her. She was standing on her own two feet and holding on to him. Self-disgust surged through her.

Shuffling to the side, she escaped into the ladies’ room, heart thundering as though she were being chased.

Not being chased. Running from my own desires.

And demons.





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Dark Secret by Michelle Escamilla

Emma Blackwood was the epitome of ordinary. She lived in a small town, where she excelled in school and loved to hang out with her friends. Wanting to escape from her ordinary life, she headed to college in the city. But as soon as college life was over, she found herself back to the same old routine. Normal.
After a night on the town with her best friend, Kyle, Emma meets a mysterious man. One small touch of his hand made her feel things that she’s never experienced before. That moment changed everything for Emma. ‘Normal’ was never going to be a word to describe her ever again.

Micah Oliver didn’t grow up in a normal world. His mother, a witch, had passed on her powers to him. He had a gift, one that could sense when others, like him, were near. Finding Emma was supposed to be a blessing for him, someone that would understand his way of life. Or was it?
Emma doesn’t know her past, or her future and Micah has the answers, but there is one problem.
He has a Dark Secret….
Daek Secret

Spread your legs a little further,” he whispered into her ear. “Yes, like that.”
Micah’s hand slowly moved up and down her thigh, before tying her ankles down to the footboard with her wrists already bound to the headboard. “Please, I want this,” she begged. “I know you do, once you tell me all of your secrets, we can have a lot of fun together.” His voice sounded cold. So cold. He began to kiss her calf, moving up her leg. Her back began to arch as he teased her clit with his tongue. She cried out, feeling so close to losing herself. “I don’t know what secrets you want to know,” she moaned. “I saw what you did at the coffee shop, the thunder, it’s not just a coincidence. I know your secrets, Emma. But you need to tell me what you know.” “I don’t know!” “Emma, I want to be with you. We can be amazing together, but you have to admit what you are.” “What am I?” she moaned. “A witch.”

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BDSM Backlist-Bound by Design

While I wait for some new releases (and some re-releases) in the next few months, I thought I’d share an excerpt from one of my previous releases that is still available. Bound by Design is not only available on its own as an e-book, it is also part of a print anthology, Binding Ties.

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He may bind her body, but can he bind her heart?

A Binding Ties story.

Jenn spends her days crafting custom-designed slave jewelry, but wear a collar herself? No, thanks. Been there, done that, burned the T-shirt. That whole Master/slave scene was too much of a roller coaster ride. Then Scott, an architect with a dominant side, enters her life. Something about him makes her body come alive with longings for another taste of the lifestyle.

Scott’s life fell apart when he tried to deny his dominant tendencies. He’s determined to convince Jenn that denying her submissive needs would be a big mistake. Her response is so strong, so sweet, he finds himself falling again and falling apart for the smart and sexy sub.

Suddenly, something he thought he’d never have seems within reach—a forever love tied up in a nice leather bow. But any mention of 24/7 sends Jenn flying away in panic. If any real healing is to take place, he’ll need to take a giant step back and design a new approach using ropes, chains…and a whole lot of trust.


He led her through the crowd. Amazingly, people just seemed to move out of his way. Before she knew it, she had a tall rum and coke and she and Scott were seated on a small loveseat tucked into an alcove in the back of the room.

Jenn wrapped her hands around her glass and stared down into the drink. The ice cubes must have been tinkling against each other, but she couldn’t hear it over the noise in the room. Or was it because of the rush in her ears from the blood tearing wildly through her veins? She was so aware of the man sitting next to her. His scent surrounded her. His khaki-covered thigh pressed into hers. She’d never been good at small talk, so she didn’t say anything. Somehow she didn’t think any talk with Scott would be small.

“So how far back do you and Tori go?” he asked her, lounging back into the cushions of the loveseat. He seemed relaxed while Jenn’s entire body was on edge.

“Since kindergarten.” She took sip from her drink and savored the smooth burn. “We used to get yelled at by the teacher because we whispered together when we were supposed to be taking a nap.”

“Ah, troublemakers from an early age.” She noticed the little crinkles at the corner of his eyes when he smiled. They shouldn’t make her like him more.

She tried to lean back, to show him he didn’t affect her. But she was too restless. “If I told you it was all Tori’s fault, would you believe me?”

“I’d believe anything you tell me, Jenn.”

His tone was light-hearted, but she had a feeling the words were serious. She was so not ready for serious. ”So, Tori said you just moved to town?”

He nodded and didn’t comment on her change of topic. “I was ready for a change. Doug seems to like it here, so I concentrated my job search in this area.”

“No family around here?”


Okay, that sounded like a touchy subject. That was all right, she didn’t like to talk about her family either. “So you’re an architect?”

“Yes. I just joined a new firm that’s doing some interesting work in the area.”

“Well, you did a great job on this house.” She’d always dreamed of having her own house someday, built especially for her, not someplace owned previously by someone else. Left by someone.

“Thanks. I’d like to say Doug and Tori were easy to work with, but they were pretty stubborn about what they wanted, even when it made the design a little tougher.”

Jenn laughed. She was already feeling her drink. “I know what you mean. I helped Tori with the decorating and she didn’t compromise one inch.” Someday she’d be able to decorate her own place, but it would be a long time before she could afford to buy even an old, rundown house, much less an awesome new construction designed just for her. She took another swig of her drink. “What are you working on now?”

“My first project with my new firm is for an office building on the edge of town. It’s going to be a challenge, but I really love taking the customer’s ideas and making it real for them.”

“That’s just how I feel.”

He leaned forward and placed his empty glass on the trunk that served as a coffee table. “I didn’t realize you did custom design.”

“Actually, most of my work is custom design.” Her mind again flashed to the piece on her workbench. The intricate collar connected to the nipple rings. Her nipples prickled.

He reached out and traced his finger along the chain of the necklace she wore. Her skin tingled where he touched her. “Did you design this?”

She nodded. He didn’t drop his hand. His finger was warm against her skin as he played with the silver teardrop pendant hanging from the chain. “Yes.” She swallowed the last of her drink. “I design and make all my own jewelry.”

“It’s lovely.” He swept the back of his hand along her throat and sent her dangling earring swinging. “You’re very talented.”

She felt her face grow warm. She’d never had such a hard time accepting compliments before. “Thank you.” She jiggled the ice cubes in her empty glass. When had she finished the thing?

He played with her earring for a moment while he studied her. She caught his gaze and then lowered her eyes to her glass.

“Do you have a shop?” he asked, leaning even closer. The drink and the heat from his body made her warm and a little off-center. “A store front?”

“I wish.” She wished he wasn’t so close, but she couldn’t seem to move away. “No, I work out of my apartment. I turned the dining area into my workshop. Most of my commissions come from word of mouth and my website. I’m actually very busy. Any more business and I’d have to hire someone to help with making the pieces. But I don’t want to give up that part of the process.” Still, if she expanded the business, she might finally make enough money to buy a house.

“I’m impressed.” He tangled his fingers in the tips of her hair. She could almost feel his touch, as if the strands of hair were as sensitive as her heated skin. “With all the jewelry stores out there, I wouldn’t think there would be such a great business for custom-designed pieces.”

She shifted on the cushions. The tingles from his touch tickled her between her legs. “The majority of my work is for a specialized market.” Shit. Why had she said that? Now she’d have to explain.

“Really?” His fingers dropped from the edges of her hair and he traced the neckline of her dress. “What market is that?”

She swallowed before she spoke. She was never sure how people would react when she told them. “I craft erotic jewelry.”

She could have lied. She could have been vague. She’d like to blame the rum and coke, but she couldn’t. There was something about Scott, something that put her at ease and on edge at the same time.

Erotic jewelry?” Scott’s brows lifted and he leaned in even closer to her. His breath was warm on her cheek. “As in…?”

He hadn’t twisted his face into a smirk, so that was good. He seemed interested. Intrigued, even. “Collars. Cuffs. Chains.” Her mouth was dry, but her drink was gone. “I specialize in chains actually.”

“Really?” His deep voice seemed to vibrate through her body. “I’m fascinated. There are a lot of people who want custom-made chains for erotic purposes?”

“You wouldn’t believe some of the crude, ugly chains out there. My clients are people who have been disappointed in the quality of the standard bondage jewelry available. They care for their slaves, their subs, and want them to be able to wear beautiful jewelry. Luckily, I have enough clients who are willing to pay the price for custom pieces.”

“So, how did you get into creating erotic jewelry?”

She shrugged. It had started so innocently and then things just went wild. “A friend of Tori’s wanted me to make her a pair of nipple rings. Then she asked if I could craft a pretty chain to connect them. She recommended me to some people she knew. And before I knew it, I was getting calls from all over the world.”

“Interesting.” Scott trailed his hand down her arm, until he reached her wrist. He circled it with his long fingers, just as she had imagined him doing when she first saw him. The thrill that shot through her system was troubling, but it was there all the same. “Do you ever wear cuffs and collars, Jenn?”

The room shifted and her breath shortened. She didn’t want to answer him.

He tightened his hold on her wrist, caught her chin in his other hand, and lifted her face to his. “I asked you a question.”

Her heart was scrambling in her chest. She licked her dry lips. “I have never worn any of the cuffs and collars that I make.”

“But you’ve worn them before, haven’t you?” His voice was deep, compelling.

Just because she made the jewelry didn’t mean she ever wanted to wear it. She didn’t want to examine that part of her past. Didn’t want to think that she could possibly become active in the lifestyle again. She was afraid of what would happen if she ever did.

He leaned over and brushed his face against her hair. His lips moved against her ear, his voice soft, yet clear. “Jenn, do you like to be tied up?”

She shuddered. She dropped her gaze to her wrist, shackled by his fingers. Her pussy gushed. Her stomach tightened.

He nipped her neck, just below her ear. “During sex, Jenn. Do you like to be tied up while a man plays with your body? While he gives you pleasure? While he takes his pleasure?”

She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t admit she loved it. Couldn’t admit the idea of getting back into the lifestyle scared the hell out of her and excited her at the same time. Or that the idea of him tying her up tempted her more than she could say. So she did the only thing she could think of.

She bolted.

Enjoy 🙂




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Chocolatey Goodness by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

A few weeks ago, I spent a day combining two of my very favourite things. No, not Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch (puts on bucket list). The Peak District in Derbyshire, England, and chocolate. I went to a place called Cocoadance, which is on a National Trust farm on the outskirts of the beautiful town of Castleton, which sits on the border of the White Peak and the Dark Peak. It’s a haven for outdoorsy folk, and, apparently, chocolate lovers.

lucyblindfoldCocoadance has been going for almost twenty years, and as well as making chocolate for the likes of Harrods and Harvey Nichols, they also run workshops for the public to go and attend. You have to pay, naturally, but you get a thorough education, lots of tasting and a whole pile of chocolate to take home with you. What could be better?

It was indeed a fantastic day. We started out by settling in, meeting the guy who runs the workshops, Dave, and generally chatting until everyone turned up. We were only allowed to drink water to start with, as we had to keep our palates clean ready for the tasting session. After donning aprons and name badges, it was time to start.

Dave talked us through the invention of chocolate, how it’s made, how it’s sourced, and so on. Then the reason for the blindfolds on the tables became clear. Having been reassured there was nothing untoward going on – there were children there, after all! – we reluctantly donned our masks as Dave pressed chocolates he’d made into our palms. We were then to eat them and try and guess things like how much cocoa powder was in them, how many cocoa solids, any other tastes, and so on. It was interesting to see what other people came up with – and I learned a whole new appreciation for milk chocolate after being given a couple of seriously bitter pieces of dark chocolate. It’s certainly an acquired taste!

Next, it was onto making our own. We donned very sexy hairnets. First of all we made chocolates in moulds – we could use white, milk or dark chocolate (or a combination), along with various other things like sprinkles, Smarties, marshmallows and more. Cue lots of giggling and mess, and a whole bunch of noise as we were encouraged to bang our moulds on the surfaces to remove any air bubbles.

creationsAfter that, we were given trays with greaseproof paper and told to go nuts. Basically, the faster we made things, the more we’d have to take home with us. At one point, my hands were entirely covered with chocolate due to a poorly made piping bag! But I did, in fact, fill my tray with a mad combination of swirls, buttons, flowers, a rubbish drawing of my dog, a book, a pen, my name, dipped marshmallows, and lots more. I kept mine fairly simple, using sprinkles and a combination of white and milk chocolate – no dark chocolate for me.

The trays were then stacked on a rack to set, and we grabbed our moulds from the fridge to see how they’d turned out. Cue more banging on the table to get the little chocolates out. Some of mine turned out better than others – apparently I should have banged on the table more, but my poor sensitive ears couldn’t take it! However, it didn’t affect the taste one bit – they were delicious.

We then started boxing our creations up. Dave generously told us to help ourselves to any of the chocolates he’d pre-made before the session for us to taste, so I ended up with several pieces of chocolate looking much more professional than mine! Adding our tray-made chocolates into bags (the box was long since full!) and washing up, removing our hair nets and aprons, lots of very happy chocolate lovers headed back out into the Peak District and onward with their goodies, along with lots of sarcastic comments about the chocolates not managing to survive the journey home!

After a delicious meal in a nearby pub, we headed home, exhausted but happy.

Now, I hear you ask – what’s that got to do with smut? Absolutely nothing, unless you include the muttered-under-the-breath comments when the blindfolds were put on. But… chocolate can be very smutty, and very erotic indeed, as evidenced by the release of another anthology of chocolate smut! I contributed to the first anthology, and couldn’t resist penning chocolate smut for this one, too.


More Smut for ChocoholicsContains my Sapphic tale, Dip it Low.

Yet more Tales of Sensual, Sinful Chocolately Indulgence is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Tilly Hunter with assistance from Kev “Mitnik” Blisse.

More Smut for Chocoholics is all about over indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors.. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

More Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Tilly Hunter, Victoria Blisse, Aurelia T Evans, Lucy Felthouse, Ruby Madsen, Jacqueline Brocker, James McArthur, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk, Jillian Boyd, Nicole Gestalt, Slave Nano, Annabeth Leong and Anna Sky.

Sounds delicious, huh? What are you waiting for?! Grab your copy here:

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, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Being A Transition Girl by Palessa

It took me a while but I finally admitted it: I was once a transition girl. You know, the one he poured his heart out to while she listened, empathized, criticized, fantasized, all of that. The only problem was that I didn’t know it…or at least I didn’t want to admit it. He was the first guy I had feelings for, serious feelings and they reared themselves in one casual moment when he put his hand around my waist. It was a bolt and I liked it; I knew what would happen eventually and I let it go there. But in the throes of that curious passion, little cracks started to creep in. He would constantly talk about her, his ex-wife, and while she had moved on, he was pretty upset about it, venting it to me. If course,I was the listener and that’s what I did. He took up smoking again which made it tough to kiss him (and I wanted to kiss him) He also had an addictive personality so smoking was his way of indulging because I made it clear that I was not into drugs of any kind. He called me ‘brusque’ once when I told him that she had moved on and maybe he should have done the same. That should have been a clue but at the time, what did I know? And when we were in bed together for one of our marathon sessions, he confided that he seemed to have a little, itty bitty issue with my stomach. That was the part that got me. I had my issues with my body but for him to have them too, I didn’t like that. So you know what I did? I let it slide. Then he had to move to another state. When he got settle, I visited him there, met his mother, learned about her family, stayed at a hotel because, well, we needed our privacy. I did all the “girlfriend” stuff without the official title or even “the talk.” I was happy.
Then came the call when I got back home. The call where I told him “I miss you” and all I heard was silence. He found someone else, and it was serious. That was when I understood but my ego was not about to admit it and I lashed out as anyone would in that situation. I was his placeholder for something else, someone better which basically meant that I wasn’t good enough. He had exorcised his demons with me in bed, in the woods, at the movies. From me came out all clean and happy and happened upon the “her” that I thought should have been me. Thank God Florida is a tall state because the distance helped me and some really great friends took me on vacation fast.
No one likes to be seen as “the one you’re with until something better comes along.” Everyone wants to be wanted for who they are and not “who they aren’t.” Everyone needs to feel special and when you’ve felt it only to have it slapped away with the truth that you’re not, it hurts like hell. This is one of the reasons why the character of Carla Genny just hit a nerve with me. She spent years with a man, Zach Bramwell, who told her constantly in one way or another that she was not Jessy, the woman he really loved. Carla gave and absorbed all of that until her self-esteem was shredded. When you take the time and energy to give yourself to a relationship like that, it leaves indelible scars. For a while, I know, I was just scared to even be with anyone else, much less be my naturally bold, naked self who opened the door in nothing but her birthday suit to greet her boyfriend. I convinced myself that I was just going to play for a while and not let emotions in or out. And I did (the playmates I found…for another post). And just like Carla, I guarded my heart for a while and focused on my career.
But that’s where our similarities end.
Eventually, she met Grayson but in him she initially saw shades of what she felt with Zach and she stood up to them. Carla’s a lot braver than I was and she was willing to just walk away. She was a woman who knew how to survive and she sure as hell wasn’t going to take a step backwards no matter how good a kisser he was. So, in essence, Carla Genny was the person I wished I became at that time when I was a transition girl, trying to heal and get on with it.
I am a firm believer that people come into your life for a reason. For me, it was to show me what I didn’t want and how glad I am to have been let go of something that was so wrong to find my happiness in life elsewhere. With Carla and Grayson, I wanted to share the hope I feel; that eventually, you’ll find that person who loves you enough to heal you if you’re strong enough to let them.
Check out the trailer for Book 2 – Portrait of Gray:
For a steamy, chocolaty, excerpt of Portrait of Gray, check out:
To see how the Baxter Family Saga got started, learn more about Book 1, Unchained Hearts

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