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New Release: Girls Rule, Boys Drool by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to announce another new release! Girls Rule, Boys Drool is a f/f erotic anthology, published by House of Erotica. Here’s the blurb:

Girls Rule, Boys DroolThree lesbian erotic short stories from popular writer Lucy Felthouse.

Girls Rule, Boys Drool

Boyish dyke Toni is working at the local golf club, serving champagne to arrogant, privileged folk when she spots Clarissa. She’s one of the posh people, but she looks like she’d rather be somewhere else—anywhere else. Toni’s immediately smitten and wants to put a smile on the older woman’s beautiful face, so she decides to show Clarissa just why girls rule and boys drool.

Making An Impression

Joely’s holiday has consisted mainly of chilling out by the hotel pool, having the occasional swim and reading lots. That is, until a hot brunette arrives and suddenly, Joely has trouble concentrating on anything else. Her gaydar non-existent, Joely decides on an unusual course of action to find out whether the newcomer bats for the same side as her.

Fear as an Aphrodisiac

Girlfriends Nikki and Sonya are on holiday in Edinburgh, Scotland’s capital city. They’re having fun sightseeing, until a super-scary tourist attraction sends Nikki into meltdown. Once outside again, Nikki slowly starts to feel better—and, much to her surprise, horny. Quickly realising that the fear has acted as a potent aphrodisiac, she decides to take advantage of that fact, right there in the middle of the city.

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And an excerpt:

Finally, Nikki and Sonya found the turning off Edinburgh’s Royal Mile that they needed. They’d expected a road, but Mary King’s Close was nothing more than a narrow passageway that looked like it led to the next street along. Glancing at one another, it seemed both girls suspected they were in the wrong place—despite the name of the alleyway—but as they headed along the close, they came across more signage and discovered they were wrong. The signs proclaimed that they were indeed at The Real Mary King’s Close, and this time they exchanged a relieved look and moved inside the tourist attraction.

After paying their money, they were put into a group that was already waiting, and after a few minutes was called to attention by a member of staff. The young man, dressed in incredibly old-fashioned attire welcomed them to the attraction and gave some brief information about what they should expect from the tour, as well as some health and safety spiel.

Then they were ushered deeper into the building and down some stairs. Another peculiarly-dressed actor met them and gave his talk. The group soon learned that Mary King’s Close had been a town of sorts, a collection of streets and houses, named after the most prominent local—Mary King. It had functioned well, this part of Edinburgh—in its day. But it had also befallen hard times and tragedy, including the Black Death. It was rumoured that people affected had been bricked into their houses to prevent the disease spreading further. It had never been confirmed nor denied, but the very idea sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine.

As they advanced into the underground town—now covered over by modern Edinburgh—they learned more about the inhabitants, their lives and, in some cases, their deaths. By the time they were shown the shrine of a young girl, covered with offerings both old and new, Nikki was clinging onto Sonya’s arm so hard that the other girl gave her a nudge.

“Oi, you’re hurting me! What’s the matter with you?”

“Sorry,” Nikki replied. “I’m getting a little creeped out, that’s all.”

“A little? The way you’re squeezing my arm, I’m beginning to think you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“I said I’m sorry. God. Don’t you think it’s spooky down here?”

A meaningful glance from the tour guide shut them up. Nikki dropped her hand to Sonya’s and held it. The group continued through the subterranean labyrinth, listening to more tales of the past, the things that had happened within the very place they stood, over four hundred years ago.

Some periods of total darkness with recounts of history later, and Nikki was a nervous wreck. She’d always had an overactive imagination, and although she’d never seen a ghost—despite Sonya’s words—she believed in them and was really succumbing to the eeriness of the ancient place. She had gotten to the stage where she fully expected to see the spectre of little Annie—having left the site of her shrine—peering around a corner, beckoning to her. Or the chilly finger of a plague victim trailing down the back of her neck. She grew so paralyzed with fear that she fell silent and didn’t take in a word of the rest of the excursion—simply holding onto Sonya’s hand as they walked through the rooms and tunnels.

When they eventually emerged into the outside world once more, Nikki heaved a sigh of relief. “Sonya, darling, take me for a drink, now. A stiff one. A double vodka and coke sounds perfect right now. Maybe even a triple.”

“Were you really that scared?” The other woman looked disbelieving.

“What do you mean, were? I still bloody am. I’m sure I’d have found it interesting if I wasn’t so busy being terrified. I’m surprised I didn’t wet myself.”

“Aww, babe.” Sonya pulled the other girl into her arms. “I didn’t realise you hated it that much. We could have left if I’d known.”

“No,” Nikki shook her head. “It’s okay, I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I just got to the stage where I blocked it all out. But I’d still really like a drink, if you don’t mind.”

Sonya gently pushed Nikki against the wall of the alleyway and hugged her once more. “Okay, we’ll go for a drink soon. Let me hold you for a few minutes, first.”

The other girl said nothing, just relaxed into her lover’s embrace and slowly, very slowly, felt the fear ebbing away. With not a small amount of horror, she realised that she was turned on. Her knickers were damp and sticking to her, and the heat emanating from between her legs was unmistakable. What the actual fuck? She kept quiet, instead nuzzling into Sonya’s neck and pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there.

“Ooh,” Sonya said, shuddering, “that was lovely. What was that for?”

“For being nice.” Nikki’s voice was muffled, and she kissed her girlfriend again.

“Hey,” Sonya said, grabbing Nikki’s hands and squeezing them, “you’d better stop that, otherwise I’m going to get turned on. And that’s the last thing you want right now. I’m trying to be understanding here, sweetheart.”

Nikki came to the conclusion that she didn’t mind if Sonya got turned on, not at all. In fact, some sexy fun might just take her mind off the creepy underground place they’d just visited. It was damn weird that being scared had turned her on, but the more she thought about it, the more she figured it kinda made sense. Nothing, in her opinion, was scarier than death, and the French word for orgasm translated to ‘the little death’—so it was widely accepted that sex and death were connected. Sex was about life, death was about, well, death. So, in an attempt to stop thinking about things that confused the hell out of her, she was going to embrace life, wholeheartedly. And if that meant experiencing the little death, then so be it.

“I don’t mind,” she whispered into Sonya’s ear.

“What do you mean, sweetie?” Sonya replied, grabbing her shoulders and moving her back so she could look at her face. “You don’t mind what?”

“I don’t mind you getting turned on.”

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Want more? Buy links are here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/girls-rule-boys-drool/ – heat up your Kindle this holiday season!

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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 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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The House of Erotica Witching Hour Anthology

Hi everyone,

hoewitchinghourIt’s the run up to Halloween so I’m sure everyone is inundated with skeletons, witches, pumpkins and all manner of spooky stuff. So I thought I’d wade in with something of my own.

House of Erotica just published their Witching Hour anthology, which contains thirteen spooky stories, including mine, A Party to Remember.

Here’s the blurb:

Inside you will find thirteen spooky erotic stories. From shapeshifters to wild nights with the dead there’s a theme to suit everyone.

Stories from Victoria Blisse, Isabel Holley, Nicky Raven, Heather Lin, Vanessa de Sade, Gemma Parkes, Tilly Hunter, Lucy Felthouse, Elizabeth Black, Nephylim, Annabeth Leong and Daddy X.

And here’s an excerpt from my story:

I slicked on a last coat of scarlet lipstick, blotted, and grinned at myself in the mirror. I looked every inch the vamp; tight black corset, leather pants and killer spike-heeled boots. My pale face, smoky eye makeup and slutty lip color completed the effect. I was ready. This was going to be a Halloween to remember.

I dug out the party invitation to double check where I was going and headed off. When I got there, I managed to find a space on the street to park my car, then made for the venue across the road. On closer inspection, I was impressed. I mean, I knew this party was going to be something special, but I was completely blown away. These people had seriously gone to town.

People can decorate all they want to make their houses look spooky and creep out little kids (and some big ones), but some places are so sweet that they just don’t achieve the scary factor. This place, however, needn’t have bothered doing a single thing.

Set back from the road, it was necessary to walk down a hedge lined path to get to the door. Once there, the house’s presence was pretty intense. Dark and looming, it was gothic at its best. It was on three stories, with turrets and balconies and various spiky bits. Add to that the maniacally leering pumpkins, hanging skeletons and cobwebs, and the result was something that could have been the haunted house in any theme park. I liked it.

At the door, I was spoilt for choice. I couldn’t decide whether to pull the bell chain or use the gargoyle door-knocker. With my love of all things grotesque, I was certainly getting the goodies that evening.

Deciding on the bell chain, I sniggered into my hand as it made a noise so loud and theatrical that it was like something out of a horror movie.

I soon stopped laughing when the door opened. Stood there was the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. He had shoulder length brown hair, stylishly tousled. His eyes were a rich brown color, set in a face as pale as my own. He smiled, his lush lips curling up to reveal startlingly white teeth with rather pointed canines.

“Hello,” he said, stepping back to allow me entrance as I showed him my invite, “please come in. Normally I’d offer to take your coat, but you don’t appear to be wearing one.”

He turned to face me after closing the door. “I left it in the car. I’m only parked across the street.”

“I see,” he said, and I stood awkwardly before him, as he appeared to be appraising me. His eyes raked down my body, taking in my attire. His gaze strayed a little longer on my throat, no doubt admiring the beautiful choker I was wearing; black leather with a jewel-encrusted cross in the middle.

“You look good enough to eat, my dear,” he announced once he’d finished studying me. “Forgive me. Your beauty is such that it has made me forget my manners.”

He held out his hand. “I am Dracula.”

I felt the corners of my mouth twitching, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Sure you are, buddy, I thought. Oh well, for one night of the year you get to be anybody you want. It was just a bit of harmless fun. Who was I to deny him?

“I’m Tawny,” I replied, shaking his hand. It was cold. Of course it was. The guy probably kept running to the kitchen to stick his hands in the deep freeze to keep up the pretence. He was taking his vampire costume very seriously. Oh well, hopefully he’d loosen up after a few drinks.

“It is wonderful to meet you,” he said, bringing my hand to his lips. He lingered there a little too long, and I resisted the temptation to pull away. He had looks, style and manners. The perfect gentleman. But he was sending shivers up my spine, and not in a good way. The way he was adopting a posh European accent was freaking me out, too. It sounded so real that he must have been practicing for weeks before the party, just so he could sound like his paranormal idol.

“Okay, buddy,” I sighed, bored of the pretence now, “I’m gonna go and get a drink. Catch you later.”

“I hope to see you later, my dear,” he said, with a nod and a bow.

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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 eighty 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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Great Book Covers by Lucy Felthouse

I’ve been super-duper lucky with the book covers I’ve had just lately. It seems publishers are wising up – no longer are they using awful, cheaply-produced covers. They know that, whether someone is shopping for a physical book or an eBook, the cover has to be eye-catching, attractive, professional. And, ideally, relevant to the story!

Here is a selection of my latest yummy covers:

Mean Girls

Testing Tom

Grand Slam

hoesummerscorchers

Whaddya think? Nice, eh?

But, I must stress, I’m not the only lucky bunny. Check out these corkers:

Heart Trouble

High-Sticked

On His Terms

What’s your opinion? Do nice book covers draw your gaze, make you more likely to buy the book? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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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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