Monthly Archives: October 2014

Coming Soon! Bound to Submit

Halloween is fast approaching, the perfect time to re-release what had once been a Halloween Quickie. I always thought I would like to do more with this couple and after I got the rights back to the short novella, I revised and expanded it, doubling the length. And since it had originally been part of a special call, it didn’t get it’s own cover the first time around. It has one now! I love this cover by the talented Lacey Savage.


Mason’s dark good looks and dominating personality stirred up Kelly’s forbidden fantasies, frightening her so much that she broke up with him.  When she agrees to help out at the community haunted house, she never expects to be tied to a bed, playing damsel in distress to Mason’s masked, whip-wielding villain.

Mason knows Kelly is fighting her sexual needs and he hopes that a few hours of playing out her fantasies with him will prove it to her. Bound and under his control, she can’t run away from him this time.  

Previously published as Nothing to Fear, but has been significantly revised and expanded.


His hot gaze ran over her and her breath caught in her throat. Oh God, it was like all her sick little fantasies coming true. Of course, she knew this wasn’t real. Mason wasn’t going to ravage her body while she was tied to that bed, but her panties got wet just thinking about it. Her breath came in short pants, her mouth suddenly dry.

She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them, but when she noticed Mason watching her, she clamped them together. Oh, she was so in over her head here. How had she let this happen?

“I’ve missed you, baby.” His words were soft and sincere. Tears prickled her eyes. She’d never seen Mason look so vulnerable. He’d always been the strong, confident…Dom?

Yeah, she’d done the research. Read the books and surfed the ‘net after their breakup. Those BDSM things might have pushed his buttons, but that stuff wasn’t for her. Couldn’t be for her.

“I’ve missed you too,” she admitted, because no matter what, he deserved that much of the truth. “But that doesn’t mean anything about this is right.”

“We’re just playing.” He was still holding onto her upper arm and led her over to the bed. “We’re acting out in a haunted house. It doesn’t have to be any more than that if you don’t want it to be.”

She backed up against the high mattress. “I don’t know.” She didn’t want to admit that the BDSM stuff had pushed her buttons too.

“It’s too late to change your mind now.” He ran the rope along her bare arm and she shivered. “But then you like to run away from things that make you uncomfortable, don’t you.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Mason, please. I don’t want to get into this now.”

“You’re right, we don’t have time. Get on the bed.”

If all goes well, Bound to Submit should be available early next week. You can check with your favorite ebook vendor, or sign up for my mailing list to be notified when it’s released. I love being able to give some of my older stories new life!


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A new cowboy!!!

I’m so excited to be a part of this great group of sexy writers. I love writing cowboys–sexy, rough & tough men who love to get their hands dirty. I wrote my first book in 2010, Second Chance Cowboy. Four years and six cowboys in the Second Chance Series later, I just finished the 7th book, Second Hope Cowboy. I’ve fallen in love with each of these cowboys…I mean, how could I not? Writing cowboys are exciting and hot!

Second Hope Cowboy releases October 15. I want to give you a taste of Tucker…so read the excerpt and try not to squirm.

When you’re finished, leave a comment including your email address (and I’ll send you an email to let you know Tucker is available). Also two winners who comment will be entered to win. I’m giving away (1) one bracelet and  (1) key chain. Good luck!


Five feet.

Three feet.

And he was almost there without falling on his ass—

Then it happened. His left boot slid, he flailed his arms to gain his balance, but then the other foot gave way and down he went onto his backside. His jaw clanked as he hit the dirt. “Shit!”

“Oops…now it looks like we both need a shower,” Hope said through laughter.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” He shook his head. He slowly came to a standing position, balancing his legs in the mud. “I think you just wanted to see me dirty.” She was still laughing.

“Want your hat back now?” she said through a smile.

“Well I did come all the way down here for it, didn’t I?”

Keeping the hat above the mud, she pushed herself to her knees, moving upward like a baby taking its first steps.

Tucker clamped his fingers around her elbow, helping her. When she was standing ankle deep in mud, he let go and she fell against his chest, her arms naturally came around his waist, holding on.

He looked down into her beautiful eyes. Tension spiraled through him, traveling excitement across his nerve endings, straight to the one part of him that had been hard since she came back into his breathing space.

He couldn’t get wrapped up in her beauty or her seduction again. The woman he’d known and loved wouldn’t have walked away from their marriage. She especially wouldn’t have settled for some pretty boy.

She didn’t release her hold on him—and he didn’t move away. They stood there, staring at each other. He should move all right—straight back up the hill and far away from her.

But what happened next blurred the barrier between right and wrong. She palmed his cheek, sweeping her thumb along the line of his jaw. Her shoulders slumped and her bottom lip trembled.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” His throat ached with each word.

“Like how?” Her tongue came out and brushed across her bottom lip. The tip of his cock tingled and his balls tightened. The woman had power—he had to admit it.

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking.” One corner of her mouth slipped into mischief.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ve lost my ability to read you.”

“I’m thinking that I want to kiss you. Any argument?”

Damn, yes, lots, but he couldn’t find his voice.

She lifted higher and brought her lips to his. The kiss was warm and nice, but she’d made the move that unleashed all of his guard and resistance.

Bringing his muddy hands up, he entwined his hands through her hair and tugged her against his chest. “Come on, sweetheart. Is that all you got?”

“I haven’t even started.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and their mouths met in a frenzied need—tongues battling, tasting, exploring. He couldn’t get enough.

Burying his hand under her shirt, he slipped his fingers under her bra and claimed one breast, rolling the puffy, thick nipple under his palm. She arched against him, her head dropped to the side and her hair spread like satin waterfall.

He lifted his mouth, only slightly, so he could look down at her. “If we don’t stop, this is going to go all the way.”

“Don’t stop, Tuck. Please.” Her breathless cry did him in.

Pressing his mouth against hers again, he licked her insides as he quickly undid the belt buckle and zipper of his jeans. He wanted to take things slow, but it wasn’t possible. And by the way she grasped at his clothes, his chest, scraping her fingernails over exposed skin, she needed it to go real quick too.

But they couldn’t do anything in the mud.

Lifting her into his arms, he carefully carried her a few feet away to a patch of grass in the sun. He set her on her feet, but she still clutched his shirt in her fists.  Moving his fingers to her waist, he realized she was trembling. He was shaking too. It’d been a long time since he’d felt like school boy on his first date.

Her shorts were easily lowered, falling to her ankles, revealing a slip of red panties. His mouth salivated and his cock twitched, aching for freedom. He pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Her gaze dropped to his length and a sweet smile curved her shell pink lips. That was almost his undoing.

If you want to read more, you’ll have to grab the book as soon as it’s available 🙂

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Unconditional Surrender – M/M Military Bundle Coming Soon! #sale #gay #romance #military

Desert-Heat_teaser1Hi everyone,

It’s almost here… the Unconditional Surrender boxed set releases on the 14th October, woohoo! Also, a heads up – the price will go up from its bargain amount of 99c/77p on the 21st October, so grab your copy FAST!


Strong. Sexy. Sizzling.

There’s nothing like a man in uniform, and thirteen of today’s hottest gay romance authors are celebrating military heroes and the men brave enough to love them.

These brand-new novellas feature all branches of the service and offer something for every reader. Almost 300,000 never before published words!

Contains stories from Cat Grant, Cassandra Carr, Annabeth Albert, L.A. Witt, E.M. Lynley, Lia Davis, Sasha Devlin, Lucy Felthouse, Rhi Etzweiler, Kerry Adrienne, Amelia Gormley, Keira Andrews and Brit Blaise.



We’re also having a release party on Facebook on the 14th, so be sure and join in with the fun! There will be chat, games, giveaways and more:

Grab your copy here:

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


Author Bio:

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

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Things That Go Bump

This is the month of Halloween here in the United States. One of the things I recall from childhood was watching scary movies with my family. I still can’t figure out what my parents were thinking subjecting us to the likes of Poltergeist, Amityville Horror, Chucky, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Christine and other movies of the mid to late 80’s early 90’s.

With all those crazy movies, no wonder I had to see if I could write a scary story of my own. Remember all those things that would scare you? The feeling of another presence? Maybe something moved from one room to the next and you know you’re the only one home? Maybe catching a glimpse of something insubstantial from the corner of your eye?

Yeah. That’s what I used for A Perfect Getaway. Who wouldn’t love a romantic getaway at a private lake?


Hoping to rekindle the sizzle in their marriage, Harmony Evans plans a romantic getaway. A secluded cabin at Juniper Lake resort is the perfect place to seduce his wife and if he can get in a little ghost hunting, even better.

Jade is more than happy to spend the weekend getting reacquainted with Harmony, without the ghosts, but when their cabin appears haunted and the spectral inhabitant shoves their belongings to the door, she figures it’s time to leave.

No one told them Juniper Lake had a sordid past complete with a serial killer and its own host of earthbound spirits. When the other guests begin to die, the best they can hope for is to survive the night. With a sadistic killer on the loose and bodies piling up, romance will take a backseat to murder.


The hairs at the nape of her neck lifted and Jade paused in chopping the stalk of celery for soup. She had the sensation of someone standing behind her. Breath, warm and a little wet, fluttered her hair.

Floorboards creaked and something brushed her shoulder. She gripped the knife handle tighter and whirled, brandishing the blade in front of her.


Her heart raced and she sucked in a breath to steady her rapid pulse. She scanned the room. Nothing was in the area that she could see, but she felt something.

She’d have dismissed her feelings as ridiculous if strange things didn’t keep happening. Like this morning, her bathrobe had been draped at the foot of her bed, but she found the garment hanging neatly in the closet along with her husband’s and he hadn’t placed it there.


She jumped. Someone was in the cabin with her. Her hands shook.

“Harmony?” Maybe he was playing a little trick on her. He knew she didn’t care for his hobby of ghost hunting, which was one reason they were in this little cabin tucked in the woods. The other reason was so they could spend time together. And he was off fishing or chasing a rabbit in the forest, while she was being…haunted.

With knife in hand she checked every room of the cabin, which didn’t take long. The cabin had open architecture, the living room flowed into the dining room and kitchen so she could stand in the living room and look into both rooms. The bedroom door stood open and if she leaned just so she could see into the bathroom. Nothing.

So why did she get the impression that someone was watching her?

She peered out the corner of her eye, hoping to catch a glimpse of what wasn’t there. A flash of light. She whipped her head to the left. Nothing.

Snap. Thud. Fingers swept down the side of her cheek while muted laughter wafted through the air.

“This isn’t funny,” she said to the empty room.

Metal scraped against metal. She hit the light switch, plunging the room in darkness. Jade fastened her gaze on the doorknob and clutched the butcher knife to her chest. She backed away, feeling for the wall with her free hand. If she had to, she could jump out the bathroom window.

A rumble of thunder rolled overhead. And that was another thing, their romantic weekend was turning into a soggy nightmare. She just wanted to go home and leave this place to its spectral inhabitants, if it was indeed haunted.

Wind shook the windows, rattling the glass in the panes. She tensed and bit back a shriek as her back brushed the wall. The fibers of the roughhewn walls grabbed at her shirt in an attempt to hold her in place. Damn Harmony and his quest to find the supernatural. Now would be the perfect time for him to be around to tell her there was no such thing as spooks.

Click clack. Her heart thudded against her ribs so loud she feared it would jump from her chest. This wasn’t the romantic weekend her husband promised her and now he wasn’t even here. Cursing the day Harmony ever brought her to this hellhole, she flexed her fingers.

The door wobbled. She sucked in a breath. Hinges creaked. Her back hit the wall.

Sweat slicked her palms. A shadow fell across the threshold.

She raised the knife.

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Just a little time away

I’m going to do something a little different and NOT talk about a book! Instead, I’m going to share a few photos from my recent trip to Norway. The scenery was gorgeous, the weather was perfect. I’m told they had a very warm summer, and that definitely followed us into our fall trip. We only had a few days of rain, and luckily they weren’t the days we were traveling on ferry boats along the fjords or riding bikes down the mountain after taking the Flamsbana train up.

Here’s a shot of the Geiranger Fjord taken from the Eagles Corner which had a marvelous view, as I’m sure you’ll agree. photo GeirangerFjord_zps5ff1b56d.jpgWe drove up the mountain of Geiranger in order to hike to the Storsæterfossen waterfall. We were able to climb down behind it, and I filled our water bottles with all that fresh mountain water. Delicious. photo Storsaeligterfossen_zpsf4913212.jpgAnd here are the mountaineers hiking up to the waterfall! photo Mountaineers_zps74d515e4.jpgOkay, so you see those mountains behind us? We drove through them, up, up, up. And we ended up in glacier territory. Cold as heck! See how blue the glacier is? They were amazing. And the glacier lakes are that same shade of turquoise. photo Glacier_zpsf6d2f5be.jpgOf course, what would a trip to Norway be without a ferry boat ride on the fjord? photo FjordfromFerry3_zpsba14ae6f.jpgThis is a view from the Oslo Opera House. Our cousin Line was a surveyor on this project. The roof of the Opera House is Italian marble and tourists can walk all over it. photo OsloOperaHouse_zps3357c841.jpgThis photo shows the reflection of the iceberg sculpture in the Oslo Fjord in the main front window you can see on the roof of the Opera House.

So that’s it for my travelogue!

Just a reminder, Revenge, West Coast Book 1 is still free for a few days more! iBooks iBooks UK iBooks AU Kindle Kindle UK Nook Nook UK Kobo All Romance Smashwords Coffee Time Romance. And my Jennifer Skully release, She’s Gotta Be Mine, Cottonmouth Book 1 is free for the month of October. iBooks and BN are free right now, but I’m still waiting for Amazon to price-match. Hopefully in the next day or so! iBooks: BN: iBooks UK: Kindle: Kindle UK:

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Ginger Ring’s 1920s Novel THE GANGSTER’S KISS Is Romance on the Dangerous Side

What happens when the one you love is on the wrong side of the law?

Thank you 69 shades for letting me share my newest book, The Gangster’s Kiss, with your followers. You probably don’t get too many historical books on this site. Before there were bad boy bikers, rock stars, and fighters, there were the original bad boys – gangsters.

My story takes place back in the 1920’s. It’s a saga of small time romance and big time thugs. It’s a tale of a young woman whose thirst for adventure gets her in more trouble than she bargains for. I welcome you to take a walk on the dangerous side and fall in love with The Gangster’s Kiss.





John O’Malley’s sister is missing. All the clues of her disappearance lead to Hayward County, Wisconsin and the crooks and questionable sheriff that reside there. Pretending to be one of them, John takes a job as bodyguard for the sheriff’s beautiful sister, Grace. It seems like the perfect way to investigate their crimes and corruption, but when someone threatens to kill Grace, the job proves harder than he thought. Is she an innocent witness to a crime, or just as guilty as everyone else?


Grace Sullivan just wanted a normal life: find a good man, get married and have a family. She has had enough of looking the other way while her brother hides behind his sheriff’s badge to conduct shady dealings. Hiring a gangster named John to watch her is the final straw. When a face from the past threatens her life, she is forced to put her life in John’s hands, but as time goes on, all she really wants is to be in the gangster’s arms.



She watched from the dining room window. When John still hadn’t returned to the house, worry set in. He’d disappeared after parking the truck in the shed. Despite the humidity, a chill ran down her arms. The light-peach lace slip did little to provide much warmth. It was the one indulgence she’d bought while in St. Paul but had never worn. Skinny straps held up the sheer lace bodice. A delicate bow was embroidered into the front over slinky satin. French lace fell from the short hem and just reached her knees. Sheer silk stockings were rolled above her knees. Matching slippers adorned her feet. The shift in the wind had her reach for her robe before walking outside and across the porch to lean against a front post. Her hair fluttered in the wind. It hung loose down her back. The ends were still damp from her bath.

There he was. John leaned against the garage, wearing a pair of clean trousers and a crisp white sleeveless undershirt. He watched the fast moving clouds on the horizon and she glanced at the dark sky. The wind ruffled the leaves on the trees and the birds had stopped singing and fled to their nests. Her gazed returned to John and she licked her lips. What was he thinking? Was he really the one for her or the one for right now? When she’d made up her little list of her ideal man, never had she dreamed he might fit the bill. How quickly she had come to depend on him, and want him. She inhaled the moist air and rested her head on the post.

He seemed just as deep in thought as she was. Was he worried about the storm? Worried about his sister? John had every reason to be. If Daniel were missing, she would be hysterical with worry. Especially now that she knew who he was in bed with. Why, the men at her father’s funeral were surely a virtual who’s who of wanted posters from the post office wall.

John observed the clouds for a few minutes longer and then started to come her way. It wasn’t until he was about half way there that he seemed to notice her.

“Some bodyguard you are, John O’Malley, why I could have shot you dead by now.” Amusement filled her heart and she giggled. For all his talk, she knew in her heart that he was no killer.

“I doubt that, since you still can’t hit the broad side of a barn.” His tanned arm rested on the railing at the bottom of the stairs.

“I don’t waste my time on such trivial marks as barns when there are more desirable targets to hit.” How she loved to tease him. And flirt. She wrapped her arm around the post and placed her other hand on her hip. A cool burst of wind chilled her skin, causing her nipples to harden. His eyes darkened and lowered to the tight peaks.

“And what targets would those be, princess?” He grinned. That smile never failed to cause her heart to skip a beat. The man had the whitest teeth. Horse feathers, my, she was silly. Standing on the front porch, wearing next to nothing, and all she could think about was how nice his smile was. From the beginning, John had turned her world upside down and it had been worth every minute of upheaval. With each step he took up the stairs, her heart beat faster. The first heavy drops of rain started to pelt the ground.

“Killian, for one.” Just the man’s name caused her to tremble and close her eyes. “Let’s not think about him tonight.” Shaking off her fear, she opened her eyes and smiled. He stood on the step below her and yet she still had to look up to see his eyes.

“Why, John? Are you going to sweep me off my feet?” Her hands were shaking, but she still kept up the flirting and brave face.

“Yes.” A stray curl blew across her face and he reached out and tucked it behind her ear. “And then I’m going to make love to you like you’ve never been loved before.”

Heat rushed to her face and she couldn’t catch her breath. “Is that so?” Her voice came out low and raspy.

His fingers reached for hers. John brought her hand to his lips. “Yes.”

“You are quite the cocky fella, O’Malley.” The right side of her lips rose.

“I’m only stating the facts.” He stepped to her side and led her by the hand across the deck.

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that.” Her chest puffed out, but her trembling legs followed.

“That’s the plan, princess.” John pulled her through the front door and locked it behind them. Spying the shotgun in the corner, he grabbed it.

“What is that for?” She pointed to the gun.

“I’m spending all night in your bed and if anyone interrupts us, I’m going to shoot them.”

“My, you do know how to sweep a woman off her feet.” Her nerves tingled all the way to her toes. John would be spending the night with her, in her bed, making love to her. Could her heart beat any faster? Surely it would burst from her chest soon.

“I want to do more than that, but if you don’t, tell me now and I will leave.” He cupped her jaw in the palm of his hand.

Nerves or not, she didn’t hesitate. “Top of the stairs, first door on the right.”

John grinned, took her hand again, and led her up the steps. Opening the door to her room, he motioned for her to go in first. Never would she dream of having a man sleep here. This was her father’s house. The Judge would be using the shotgun on John if he was here, but he wasn’t. Somehow it seemed right that it was John with her. Why? She wasn’t sure yet, it just seemed right.

He shut the door, looked around, and moved to the bed. He leaned the gun against the bed. “Come here, princess.” Another rumble sounded in the distance as she stepped closer. Heat settled low in her belly. “From the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted you to be mine.”

“John.” It was all she could say before his lips touched hers. Her heart melted and warmth flowed through his veins. Strong arms held her close. The taste of apple pie moonshine lingered on his lips. Did he need the liquid courage? Maybe he was just as nervous as she was. The kiss deepened until she gasped for breath. Her head fell back and his firm lips nibbled on her neck. If it weren’t for the strong arm around her waist, her legs would have failed to keep her upright.

John kissed her lips once more before lifting her in his arms and placing her on the bed. Sliding the suspenders off his shoulders, the mattress squeaked as his knee settled on the bed. The motion was reminiscent of her dream. A strong breeze raised goose bumps and John snuggled close. His warmth immediately warmed the chill. Resting his head on his fist, he stared down at her face. With his thumb, he caressed her kiss-swollen lips before stroking her cheek.

“Your skin is so soft.” His words were muffled as his mouth dropped kisses on her throat. Her pulse raced. The hand that caressed her cheek trailed down her neck to slide the robe and strap free from her shoulder. When his palm settled on her breast, her hips jerked. She threaded her fingers through his hair. It was soft and full.

Inhaling the sweet, clean scent of his hair, she sighed. When his mouth settled on her breast, a moan escaped her lips. Her pulse hammered in her ears. Her chest was flushed and whisker burned. John raised his head. Brown eyes filled with passion locked onto hers. Rising to sitting, he pulled his shirt over his head. Lean muscles flexed as he tossed it onto a nearby chair. Her fingers itched to play across his chest. She licked her lips and settled her head into the soft pillow. Inhibitions gone, she remained as he left her. Breast exposed, hair tousled, and heart beating fast.

“It can’t go slow. I’ve waited so long to be with you.” His voice was heavy with yearning and his fingers came to rest on her throat.

Of its own accord, her right hand settled on his chest. The tight skin was warm, and the feel of his heartbeat was strong and fast. “Then don’t wait.”


You can purchase The Gangster’s Kiss on Amazon.



Ginger Ring is an eclectic, Midwestern girl with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, playing with her cats, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn’t tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.

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