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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

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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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Voluptuous Heroines

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I’ve had a great response to Voluptuous, my new release from Ellora’s Cave, part of their Curve Appeal series. Readers have been thanking me for giving them a plus-sized heroine they can root for. I’m as guilty as most romance writers in making the majority of my heroines slender. And I’m not going to stop because, you know, some of my heroines are going to be long and lean, or short and athletic. But I think a few more are going to be curvy and round and zaftig and voluptuous.

Here’s a little excerpt from Voluptuous from our hero, Sam’s, point of view:

“I’m up for pretty much anything, sweetheart. But I won’t let you talk down about yourself. You deserve a spanking.” He pushed the coffee table out of the way and sat down on the center of the sofa, then gestured her over. “Come here.”

Meredith hesitated, caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She still wore the lacy bra and panties and he was looking forward to stripping them from her body. But that could wait. He’d never seen a woman as sexy as Meredith was at this moment. Her shiny golden hair shimmered around her shoulders. Her magnificent breasts were pushed up by the lacy bra and he liked to think they were an offering just for him. The matching panties hugged her lush hips and hid the treasures between her legs. And the ass that would soon turn red beneath his hand.

“Now, Meredith.” He reached out to her and she met his gaze. Hers was a little nervous but he was sure he saw arousal there too. She took his hand and let him draw her over to him. He pulled her down. Her knees hit the cushion beside him but she didn’t immediately sprawl over his lap.

“I don’t know,” she murmured.

He cuffed one of her wrists with his fingers. “You’ve been a bad girl. You did what I expressly told you not to do. Don’t you think that deserves a punishment?”

Her eyes were wide, bright. Her breathing became faster, shallower. Her lips quivered but she nodded slowly. “Yes sir.”

His cock jerked at his kinky girl’s breathy agreement. He wanted to grin but he frowned instead. “Then don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

She grimaced. “Next I suppose you’re going to tell me this is going to hurt you more than it will me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh no, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy it.” He yanked and she fell over his lap.

Meredith’s soft cry of surprise fueled his arousal even more. She struggled weakly but he realized she was really squirming to get into position. She flung her arms above her head and dropped her face to the cushion. Her ass was poised perfectly, tempting, teasing.

Sam swept his hand over her panty-covered ass, caressing her, learning the curves. “This is a beautiful bottom,” he said. He slid his hand between her thighs. The silky center was wet and hot, just as he knew it would be. With both hands, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband at each side of her body. Slowly lifting, he bared her pale flesh as he drew the scrap of lace over her ass. She whimpered but he ignored the sound. He left the fabric just below her cheeks, so the lace would tickle and torment her pussy with every slap and twitch.

She squirmed then and he held her down with one hand on her back, while stroking the soft bare cheeks with the other. Her ass was perfect for spanking, wide and firm and so pale. He could already picture the luscious flesh turning red and hot under his hand. Her stomach rubbed against his already throbbing erection and he bit back a moan.

“This is a beautiful bottom,” he repeated, letting his voice become deeper, darker. He slapped one cheek and then the other. Not too hard. Not yet. She gasped but didn’t move. “I don’t want you to say anything bad about it.” He slapped her again. And again. Harder. Faster.

She cried out now with each new strike, the sound an erotic mixture of pained yelps and aroused moans. He began to vary the delivery, some quick and sharp, others slow and heavy. It wouldn’t do for her to be able to anticipate the next blow too easily.

Sam loved the way her pale skin quickly turned pink. How could she not understand how beautiful she was? “You are not to say anything bad about your body,” he growled. “Do you understand?”

She whimpered again, nodded, her face buried in the cushion.

He stopped for a moment, let his stinging palm rest heavily on her warm flesh. Meredith’s short panting breaths were nearly as loud as her cries had been. He slid his fingers down to where the edge of her panties rubbed her pussy. The fabric was drenched with her fragrant moisture.

He slipped a couple fingers beneath the lace and teased the slick flesh there. When she began to wriggle, her stomach ground against his aching cock and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep this up.

Had she learned her lesson yet?

“This is a beautiful bottom,” he repeated. If she heard it enough times, maybe she’d believe it. He continued to spank her, the sharp sounds ringing through the room. If he paused in his strikes, she pushed her ass up into his hand, arching her back and silently begging for more. He grinned and gave her more.

He realized his heavy breathing had become as loud as hers. His arousal every bit as strong. His palm was hot and red too.

“This is a beautiful bottom” he said again. He brushed back her golden hair so he could see her face. “I want you to say it.”

“What?” She looked over her shoulder at him and he could see her eyes were arousal-glazed. She was still panting, her pink lips parted.

He rubbed his hand over her ass. It was hot and red enough. No more spanking tonight. He hoped he’d gotten his point across. “Repeat after me, sweetheart. This is a beautiful bottom.”

She rolled her eyes at him and dropped her head back down onto the sofa.

Sam grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back up. “Say it, Meredith. This is a beautiful bottom.”

“Sam…”

“Say it.”

She swallowed, moistened her lips with a sweep of her tongue. “Okay. This is a beautiful bottom.”

One of the best things about writing a Rubenesque heroine is giving her a man who appreciates her curves. What do you think?

Natasha
Voluptuous – available now
Her Royal Masquerade – coming Oct 2013
Playing for Real – coming Feb 4, 2014
www.natashamoore.com

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Bad Date Stories?

voluptuous_msr (1)My Curve Appeal novella for Ellora’s Cave, Voluptuous releases next Friday, Sept 6th! I’m so freaking excited about this story. I loved writing this story. Loved writing a couple “real” characters, the kind of people you’d meet in your daily life, and giving them a really sexy hook-up.

But one of the other fun parts of writing this story was the bad date stories. Meredith and Sam both had their share of bad dates, as I’m sure we all had. They try to one-up each other with their horror stories. This was one of Sam’s:

“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. 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 man beside her and the intimate way he was touching her.

Meredith shifted in the much more comfortable seat, dropping her leg slightly to give him 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. “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.

How about you? Got a bad date story you can share?

Natasha
Voluptuous – coming Sept 6th – pre-order now
Her Royal Romance – coming October 2013
Playing for Real – coming Feb 4, 2014
www.natashamoore.com

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