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Coming July 1st – Learning Her Curves by Anna Lund

It doesn’t happen very often – a story that practically writes itself. I have to admit this coworkers-to-lovers, big-girl heroine, kinky-sex, spanking romance only took me a couple of weeks to write. The characters emerged full-blown – the smart, sassy plus-sized heroine who’d been jaded by too many one-night stands. The good-guy hero who turned alpha when she talked down about her body.They had the sexy banter down from the get go and I felt as if I was just along for the ride.

Unfortunately, all my stories don’t come that easily, but thank goodness this one did. And on July 1st, you can catch Meredith and Sam’s sexy, emotional story and go along for the ride.

Learning Her Curves

Excerpt:

Delightful shivers danced along her skin and she leaned in close, placed her hand on his shoulder. “Okay, Sam. What are we doing here?”

He leaned in even closer. “Getting to know each other a little better?”

The scent of spicy musk reached her over the smells of booze and perfume in the air around them, and she took a big whiff. He smelled great. “Are you hitting on me, Sam?”

“I’d hoped the hitting on was mutual.”

It was hard to resist a guy who made her laugh. Especially a hot guy who made her laugh and squirm on her seat, even an uncomfortable seat. But from prior experience, she knew a hot guy like Sam wouldn’t want her for more than a one-night stand. “We have to see each other at work.” Life could get awkward fast.

“I know.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Those guys are leaving. Want to grab that booth?”

“Yes!”

He laughed, grabbed her arm and snagged the back booth before anyone else noticed it was free. She scooted onto the bench seat and instead of taking the seat on the opposite side of the table, Sam slid in beside her. Between the two of them—one big and tall, one big and wide—they took up most of the space.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit beside you,” Sam said softly. “We can talk without shouting across the table and besides, now I can do this without drawing too much attention.” He placed his hand on her knee, then began to slide it slowly up her bare thigh until he reached the edge of the hem of her dress. Her sex quivered in anticipation and he wasn’t even close to her center.

Two could play that game. Meredith put her hand on his thigh. It was so hot and hard. But his leg was covered by fabric and that was so not fair.

Her mind was whirling with the implications of what was happening here tonight. She’d been stood up by one guy but now was getting up close and personal with a coworker. A totally hot coworker who at this moment was sneaking his fingers underneath her dress. She slid her hand up at little closer to his groin.

“It’s your turn,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

His slow slide up her thigh stopped and he gently squeezed her flesh. “My turn?”

She settled in closer, shoulders touching, thighs rubbing, hands a little hungry for more. “For another bad-date story. Surely there was someone worse than the greedy woman who just wanted you to buy her food for the next week.”

Sam smiled and resumed his voyage beneath her dress. The waves of arousal swimming through her system grew larger and more insistent. She was glad she hadn’t worn a tight dress, she’d hate to have missed the feeling of Sam’s fingers stroking her inner thigh.

The waitress came and they ordered another round of drinks. This would have to be her last one, and then she’d have to get some food in her stomach. Her head was whirling slightly but it was more from the sexy man beside her and the intimate way he was touching her, than from the alcohol.

Meredith shifted in the much-more-comfortable seat, dropping her leg to the side to give his fingers better access. She barely worried about what he thought about her fleshy thigh. The liquor had apparently done a good job of lowering her inhibitions.

“There was the woman who took her cat with us on our date,” he said. “The furry thing was curled up in her lap the entire time. She petted it and talked to it for the entire drive down the coast. I might as well have been their chauffeur.”

“Maybe she was afraid you were going to try to get in her lap and she wanted protection.” She laughed louder when the thought hit her. “Wait. Ha! She was petting her pussy so you couldn’t.”

Sam joined in her laughter. His fingers had made it to the edge of her panties. Any worries she had about her thick thighs went flying from her mind when he skimmed a finger down the wet center.

Mark your calendar for July 1st! Then enjoy the ride!

Anna

www.annalundauthor.com

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Turning The Innocent Into Something Dirty by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Stately PleasuresToday, I’d like to talk about turning the innocent into something dirty—a skill I’ve had for many years, but one that’s been exacerbated greatly since I started writing erotica and erotic romance. Now, I can turn pretty much anything, any person, situation, place or item into something smutty. I haven’t yet decided whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

When it came to writing my first novel, however, it was definitely a good thing. Because I set my book, Stately Pleasures, in a stately home. Nothing erotic about a stately home, you might think. I beg to differ. I’ve been fascinated by this type of place for years, about what could go on behind those closed doors, those shut-off rooms and so on. The rooms the huge houses have that mostly, normal people don’t have in their homes. There’s lots and lots of scope for my fertile imagination. That, coupled with my skill for turning innocent things into dirty things, made for an interesting writing experience.

Here are a few examples. You wouldn’t think the following items or places were particularly erotic, would you?

Pestle, carpet beater, wooden ruler (okay, that one you can probably guess already), dining room chair, library ladder, trestle table, maze… the list goes on. But when you add a dirty mind and two gorgeous male characters, also with very dirty minds, then you can start to piece the puzzle together. A pestle, for example, is phallic—need I say any more? A carpet beater can be used to beat something other than carpets…  you get the picture.

As I said, I can’t quite decide whether my increasingly smutty imagination is a good thing or a bad thing, particularly when I end up visiting places, coming up with ideas and giggling to myself at the most inappropriate times. On the other hand, when those ideas transform into words on a page and eventually actual stories, well, that’s awesome. So I guess I’ll continue allowing my dirty mind to pervert innocent items for now. It’s kinda fun.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

 

*****

Blurb:

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

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

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

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18756618-stately-pleasures

*****

Excerpt:

Alice took a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Repeated the process once more. Then, realising she could sit there all day doing it and not feel any calmer, she forced herself to step out of the car and close and lock the door.

She bent to peer into the wing mirror of the vehicle and checked her hair and make-up. Satisfied, she straightened, then turned on her heel and walked quickly across the driveway to the great house before her nerve failed her.

Davenport Manor was currently open for visitors, so she walked in through the front door and was met by a smiling elderly lady.

‘Can I help you?’ the woman asked kindly.

‘Yes, please.’ Alice twisted her hands together nervously. ‘I’m here to see Mr Davenport. I’m here for an interview for the property manager’s role.’

‘Yes, of course,’ the woman replied, ‘that’s today, isn’t it? Follow me; I’ll take you to Mr Davenport’s office. But just hang on one second.’

She ducked through the doorway into the next room and spoke with her colleague. Alice guessed she was letting her co-worker know she’d be gone for a few minutes. A few seconds later, she was back. ‘OK, follow me, Miss …’

‘Brown,’ Alice said, then fell in behind the other woman as she led her to Mr Davenport’s office, and the interview that could change her life for ever. It was hardly surprising that she was shaking like a leaf.

Alice quickly felt lost as their journey took several twists and turns along dim corridors – their blinds drawn to protect paintings, tapestries, and furniture from the sunlight – and up a flight of stairs. She had a few seconds to worry about finding her way if she was lucky enough to get the job, then, suddenly, her guide stopped outside a door and turned around.

‘Here you go, Miss Brown. Mr Davenport’s office. Good luck with your interview.’

Alice smiled and thanked the elderly woman, then smoothed down her skirt, which also conveniently helped wipe the nervous sweat off her hands. She stood up straight, gave herself a mental pep talk about being more than qualified for the role, and knocked on the door.

‘Enter.’

Alice knew that voice could only belong to Jeremy Davenport. The posh accent, and the fact he’d said “enter” instead of “come in”, screamed money and an upper-class upbringing. Alice was suddenly nervous of her broad Midlands accent and lowly background, despite the fact she’d worked her backside off to get into a decent university in order to gain a Bachelor of Arts degree and then a Master’s degree. No matter what she sounded like, or what her past was, she had all the skills necessary to do the job she was about to be interviewed for.

Suddenly, she realised that she’d left rather a long pause before opening the door, and she turned the handle before the occupants of the room thought they were about to interview some kind of simpleton who couldn’t follow a simple instruction.

Fixing a polite – but hopefully not inane – smile onto her face, Alice stepped into Jeremy Davenport’s office. Her first thought – which certainly did nothing to help her nerves – was good God, he’s hot.

Jeremy sat behind a desk, with a heavily pregnant woman sitting beside it. Alice barely noticed the woman. All she saw was him. A man with cropped dark brown hair, hazel/green eyes, a jawline you could cut bread with, and lips that looked capable of doing incredibly wicked, sexual things to a woman. Or a man. Alice had no idea what his sexuality was, but she found herself hoping he liked women.

She chastised herself. Even if he did like women, he wouldn’t go for someone like her. A Plain Jane, with mousy brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, average height and above average weight. Alice had always known she’d never be a supermodel, so she’d worked extra hard academically, and here she was. About to be interviewed for her dream job.

*****

Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Sexy Characters

by Lucy Felthouse

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

*****

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

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

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

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

*****

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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New Release: Stately Pleasures by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

Happy New Year! Hope you all had a fantastic Christmas and New Year. I did, and now I’m back to normal work wise and spreading the word about my new releases, which includes my debut novel! Yes, Stately Pleasures, my M/F/M BDSM erotic romance is out now – I’m so excited!

Stately PleasuresHere’s the blurb:

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

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

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

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18756618-stately-pleasures

I hope you’ll check out my debut novel – I’ll be happy if readers enjoy it even half as much as I did writing it 🙂

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 eighty publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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New Release: Mean Girls

Hi all,

Mean GirlsI’m delighted to announce my new release, a Rubenesque erotic romance novella called Mean Girls. It’s released as part of Ellora’s Cave’s Curve Appeal range, and I hope you enjoy it! Here’s the skinny:

Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.

As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.

And an excerpt:

As usual, Adele Blackthorne felt the weight of gazes on her as she walked from the changing room to the steps to get into the swimming pool. She was used to it by now, and had learned not to react, to just carry on as though she hadn’t noticed people staring and not-so-subtly pointing at her.

With a polite nod to Oliver, the lifeguard, as she passed him, Adele was grateful for his much more favorable reaction. If he thought she resembled a beached whale, he hid it much better than everyone else did. The warmth in his eyes as he nodded back even looked genuine. But she had no illusions, he probably slagged her off the moment he got into the staffroom, or home, talking about the fat woman who went swimming three times a week without fail. But for now, she’d pretend he didn’t. Pretend he thought she was sexy, and wanted to get lost in her abundant curves. God knows she’d like him to.

It was true, she was a big girl and she was most definitely aware of it. Ever since she’d gotten to the age where her excess weight could no longer be called puppy fat, she’d tried to do something about it. Every diet under the sun, ridiculous amounts of exercise… nothing worked. Adele had grown so depressed in her teens that she’d become bulimic. Naturally, she’d lost some weight that way, but she’d also made herself so ill that she’d had to be hospitalized. It had terrified the life out of her, and ever since, she’d resolved that she’d much rather be healthy than skinny.

Which was why she visited her local leisure center three times a week. She used the gym and sauna, and went swimming. And every single time she went, she’d catch someone gawping at her. But because of the years she’d spent—especially at school—being called all the names under the sun, she’d developed an incredibly thick skin. She was happy and healthy—so healthy in fact that she could probably beat all of those skinny bitches at a swimming race. Of course she never offered, never called anyone out on their rudeness and ignorance, but it made her feel better to know that she was fitter and much more polite than them.

Slipping into the fast lane, she settled her goggles carefully into position—she hated getting water in her eyes—then lifted her legs to rest the bottoms of her feet against the end of the pool. Looking at the clock on the wall that counted seconds, she waited until the hand reached the top, then pushed off from the side and launched herself into the lane. It was quiet, so she had this section of the pool to herself. Her arms cut through the water, her legs flapped wildly and she did ten laps without losing any speed. Emerging from the water, she checked the clock again and was pleased to note she’d beaten her previous time.

She was just about to start another ten laps, when she heard voices from the other side of the pool. Voices that clearly forgot how well they carried on water. It was as though they were right next to her.

“God, I’m surprised all the water doesn’t jump out of the pool when she gets in. And the way she swims—she’ll cause a tidal wave one of these days.”

The spiteful words were followed by a trio of sniggers, and Adele gritted her teeth. Part of her wished that she could create a bloody tidal wave, so it would sweep those bitches under water and drown them. The other part of her tsked at the thought. Ideas like that made her just as bad as them, just as unpleasant, just as cowardly.

Because they were cowardly—the way they spoke about her behind her back proved that. If they ever passed her somewhere in the leisure center or its car park, they never said anything, not one word. They’d just scurry away as fast as they could, then titter when they thought she was out of earshot. She hoped that just one time, someone would say something to her face, so she could retaliate, speak up for herself. There was no way she’d start anything—she didn’t want to add confrontational to the list of faults that the mean girls had obviously compiled about her.

Sucking in a deep breath, Adele launched into another ten laps, allowing the chilly water and the exertion of powering through it to burn away her irritation. Because that’s all it was—irritation. She wasn’t angry. Anger was too powerful an emotion, and one that was totally wasted on those ignorant women. She almost felt sorry for them, actually. If they had nothing better to do than to stare at her and slag her off all the time, then they clearly had very dull lives.

The thought cheered her considerably and when she completed her twentieth lap, she lay her forearms on the edge of the pool and hoiked herself up. Her back was pressed against the side, and from here she had a perfect view of the rest of the pool. Tugging her goggles down so they hung around her neck, she had a damn good look at everyone else. The small children and their guardians in the kids’ pool right at the other end of the enormous hall, the old people who swum so slowly as they chatted that she was surprised they stayed afloat, the relentless movement of the man in the medium-speed lane and, of course, the mean girls who were in the same sort of position she was, but at the side of the pool rather than the end. The side which faced the lifeguard station.

Adele narrowed her eyes and watched them—the two waif-like blondes and a brunette—as they chatted and giggled, and it seemed for a change, not about her. They’d clearly changed the subject since their previous spouting of vitriol. Their focus was very firmly on Oliver as he sat on his lofty perch, surveying the pools before him, ready to jump in should anyone get into trouble. She often toyed with the idea of faking a problem, just to get him into the pool and his strong arms around her. However, she knew that although he’d undoubtedly do his duty and help her, he’d never believe such a strong swimmer would need his assistance. Then he’d lose all respect for her, and probably stop hiding his disdain for her so effectively. And the polite nods and smiles she got from him were the only thing—aside from the center’s top-notch facilities—that made the place bearable. She was sure that if the three witches—a nickname she’d secretly come up with for the women—had their way, there would be a sign on the main doors to the building saying ‘No Fat People Allowed.’

There’s more info and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/mean-girls/

And you can add it to Goodreads here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18147145-mean-girls

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 seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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