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Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial

nativetongueBlurb:

They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.

When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first—Desert Heat, which is available from all good retailers.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/native-tongue/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25462496-native-tongue

**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/ **

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Excerpt:

Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.

He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.

Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.

At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.

The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.

Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.

The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.

Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.

Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.

Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.

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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 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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Blurbtastic! by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

This post originally appeared at the Erotica Readers & Writers Association blog.

Following on from my little rant about the dreaded sucknopsis, I thought I’d better do something more useful this time. And since, as you probably gathered if you read the previous post, synopses (??) are not my strong point, my natural progression was onto blurbs. Something I can do.

Yes, I am one of these rare writer-types that actually likes writing blurbs. Crazy, eh? I’ve even had folk pay me to write or re-write blurbs for them. I suspect my blurb writing skills come from the marketing side of my brain (my creative and marketing sides seem to live in a lovely harmony up in the old grey matter). When I graduated, I ended up in a PR & Marketing role and was immediately pointed in the direction of press releases, sales sheets and advertising copy, and told to “go create!”

Okay, those weren’t the exact words they used, but the bottom line is I was thrown in at the deep end. Fortunately, I discovered I did have an aptitude for writing copy that would entice consumers and retailers to buy products, and I think this is something I’ve continued to improve on over time. So now, when it comes to writing a blurb, I find it pretty easy. It does require a certain amount of distancing yourself from your work, though. It’s simple to think to yourself, oh well, this book is about X, Y and Z, if I just write that, people will get it, and buy the book.

But the thing to remember is that blurbs are meant to entice, to tempt, to intrigue. Not just tell people what the book is about (which is the difference between a synopsis and a blurb). You want to hint what the book is about (while giving enough information so that they know what the genre is, and if it’s their kind of read), but without giving away any major plot points or twists. Try and pick out the most important themes of your book and find a way to include them in the blurb. If possible, ask a question, as many people’s brains will be wired to want to know the answer to that question. And, of course, the way for them to get the answer… buy and read the book!

This may seem obvious, too, but mention your characters – or the main ones, anyway. Blurbs are fairly short and to the point, so you can’t give any great detail, but if you can present potential readers with enough information about your characters and your plot to let them know whether it sounds like a book they’d be interested in, with characters they’d like to read about, then you’re onto a winner.

Desert HeatHere’s one of my own blurbs as an example. This is from Desert Heat.

Their love is forbidden by rules, religion and risk. Yet still they can’t resist. [a lead in. Not necessary, but the publication the story was originally written for wanted a short, enticing strap line. This is what I came up with, and I liked it so much I kept it. It immediately tells you that it’s a love story, then goes on to indicate forbidden love, and risk. But then it teases – they can’t resist. So you know pretty much straight away that this is no straightforward love affair, and not a simple story.]

Captain Hugh Wilkes is on his last tour of duty in Afghanistan. [Now you know the name of the lead character, and that he’s military. You also have the setting of the story, not always necessary, but when it’s as interesting as a war zone, it’s probably worth a mention!] The British Army is withdrawing, and Wilkes expects his posting to be event-free [Now you know the character is a Brit, and that he’s expecting no drama on his tour.]. That is, until he meets his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, who awakens desires in Wilkes that he’d almost forgotten about, and that won’t be ignored. [Now you know that the potential love interest is an Afghan national, which goes some way to explain the part about their love being forbidden by rules, religion and risk. The fact that the story is M/M is now fairly obvious from the names, but the cover has two men on it – so there should be no confusion there!]

And there you have it – hopefully my notes in brackets all made sense, and pulled out what I believe are important points for a blurb. Basically, keep it short and to the point, don’t give too much away, distance yourself from the story enough that you can see what will appeal to potential readers, and remember, you’re selling your story to someone, making them think “Ooh! That sounds interesting. Click.

If you can, get someone you know and trust to be honest with you to read the blurb. Even better if they haven’t read the story already – if they then want to read the story based on your blurb, then you know you’ve done a good job.

As with most things, writing blurbs takes practice. All publishers are different – some will literally take what you’ve written and use it, others will work with you to improve it, and others still will write something themselves. But the person that knows your story the best is you, so you’ve got the knowledge, the background, to know what will excite readers and pull them in. So it’s definitely worth spending time on your blurb, especially if it’ll be used word for word. You only have a short amount of time to make them want to click that buy button, so don’t waste the opportunity!

I hope you find this useful. Of course, things like this vary from person to person, but you may find this works for you.

Happy Blurbing!
Lucy

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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 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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A Brilliant Brit Bonanza by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Hi everyone,

As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I’m part of the recently-released Brit Boys: On Boys M/M erotic romance boxed set. Myself and the other authors went on blog tour with the collection this month, and we all answered ten questions. I’ve compiled all the questions and my answers here so you can get all the details on my story in the collection – Love on Location. Here goes:

britboysonboys200What inspired your story?

It was nothing specific, really. The brief we’d agreed on for the collection was that it was to be oh-so-very British. I let my mind wander and it decided it wanted to do a story based in a rural location. The Peak District, in Derbyshire, is one of my very favourite places. I thought it’d be great to have an actor go and film on location and meet someone locally… things developed very quickly from there.

A lot of British authors set their books in the US, are your books normally set in the UK and does it make a difference to your style of writing?

The vast majority of my stories are based in the UK, purely because it’s the place I know best. Some of my much shorter works could, in theory, be based anywhere. But because I live in the UK and I’m British, I know I can write a more realistic story with realistic characters by using the Brit angle. I have written stories based elsewhere, including Paris, Rome, New York and California, to name but a few. The latter two in particular took a lot of research as I’ve never been to those places, and some of the characters involved were American. We may technically speak the same language, but there are so many nuances between British and American English that you just don’t realise until you’re trying to write it down!

Where are you from in the UK and does this influence your writing?

I’m from south Derbyshire, in England. Pretty much right in the middle of the country. In fact I’m just a few miles from the village which is officially the furthest from the sea in England. It doesn’t consciously influence my writing, I don’t think, because I write stories set all over the UK, depending on my inspiration. Some of my much shorter works could, in theory, be set anywhere. But I guess, because I don’t spend much time by the sea, that more of my stories are set inland. I have a particular fondness for stately homes and the British countryside, which I think is clear in my work, especially my novella in this collection!

What is it about British guys that non-Brits seem to love?

I think the accent is one, and I totally get that. I’m a sucker for certain British accents myself—I love a posh British accent (like Theo from Love on Location), also I also like northern English accents (like Eddie from Love on Location). I think maybe part of it is the country British guys come from, too—it’s got stunning countryside, a varied and amazing history, intriguing places, plenty of mystery… and who doesn’t love a guy with a bit of mystery? 😉

How is the process of writing a short story different to writing a full length novel?

I started out in short stories, and it took me a long time to progress because I was frightened. Frightened of getting it wrong, of not being able to finish it, of not being able to think of a storyline big enough to develop into a full length novel. I took a baby step and wrote a novella first, and that was only because one of my publishers asked me and I didn’t want to say no. When I agreed I immediately panicked. But I sat down and figured it out, wrote a plan and eventually achieved my goal. From there I wrote a few more novellas. Having proved to myself I could do it, I decided it was then time to bite the bullet and write a full length novel. It took lots of research and lots of planning, but I found once I’d started, it became quite addictive, especially when the word count started racking up.

For me, a short story is something I can just sit down and write and see what happens. Whereas a novel needs serious thought to make sure there really is enough there to sustain the word count, keep it interesting and also satisfying for the reader.

What British tradition do you think the rest of the world should know about?

I think everyone knows about the best one, don’t they? Drinking lots of tea!

I know we have tons of traditions and some of them are very specific to certain areas. Some of them don’t even make sense to other Brits—like rolling cheese down hills and morris dancing. I love our quirks and eccentricities—and that’s why I love the premise of this book. It’s thoroughly British and will hopefully teach the world some more British slang!

When writing a book set in the UK, do you use slang or do you tend to stick to the more well known words to describe things?

I don’t deliberately use slang. I tend to write the way I speak, so yes, my writing is probably packed full of slang, even more than I realise, no doubt. To me, this is much more authentic—this is the way Brits speak and think, so I’m always really reluctant to change out slang words and phrases if I think a reader won’t get it. I do an awful lot of reading myself, and if I read a word or phrase from a non-Brit author’s work that I don’t understand, if I can’t work it out from the context, I’ll just Google it. I’d much rather learn the word so I know what it means for future reference—and I’d never complain. This is the author’s way of writing, and why should they change it just in case?

What famous Brit past or present would you like to spend a day with and why?

At the moment, it would have to be Benedict Cumberbatch. He’s my current favourite obsession—hence the fact the main character in Love on Location, Theo Samuels, looks incredibly like him. Benedict keeps invading my dreams, and we keep going off and solving crimes together (no, this is not a joke), so I’d like to meet him and ask him why he’s visiting me in slumber. And then I’d snog his face off. He’s on my “allowed” list so my other half wouldn’t mind. As for his other half… well, she’d have to catch me, first 😉

Whats the one place you would recommend to people coming to visit the UK?

Wow, just one? I’m really not sure I could choose just a single place. There are so many incredible places to go—and I haven’t even managed to visit them all myself, yet! I think I’m going to cheat and suggest the Peak District—it’s a huge area to cover, but there are so many amazing sights within the area that lovers of the countryside won’t want to miss out.

How is writing m/m fiction different to writing m/f?

It’s not hugely different, I don’t think. People fall in love just the same, regardless of genre. The things to keep in mind, though, are that men and women speak differently, so I have to remain conscious of that all the time, and I often get feedback from beta readers to “man up” my speech a bit. Also, when it’s m/f, you can just say he and she, and not have to mention names all the time. But to keep saying he did this, he did that, you have to really make sure it’s clear to the reader who’s doing what—especially when it comes to sex scenes! But it’s worth it… two guys together is hot! 😉

 

I hope you enjoyed learning more about me, the novella and the collection. If you want to check it out, be sure and buy your copy by the end of January – the special introductory price of $0.99/99p ends on the 31st! And tell your friends 😉

Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/brit-boys-on-boys/

BB #1

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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 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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Coming Soon – Brit Boys: On Boys

bb-box_jpeg - CopyDue for release on 30th December, Brit Boys: On Boys, a collection of 8 M/M novellas written by 8 top British M/M authors. This smokin’ hot box set is initially available at the bargain price of 99c/99p, that’s a steal for 147,000 words/440 pages of unforgettable M/M erotic romance that will leave your eReader, and you, burning up.

 

Brit Boys: On Boys

From east to west and north to south, these British boys are having a blast in and out of the bedroom with the men of their dreams. They’re topping and bottoming from London to Cardiff, living out fantasies in the wildest fells and hooking up while serving HRH Queen Elizabeth II.

With passion and lust the name of the game, nothing is off limits. Throw in honed muscles, high-strength testosterone and an accent to die for and there is nothing they can’t do and no one they can’t get in this world or another.

 

Bodywork

By Ashe Barker

Alex is doing okay. His body repair shop makes enough to live on, he has a decent apartment, life is fine. That all changes when he runs into Graham in a supermarket car park – literally. He offers to fix the damage to Graham’s car free of charge. The sparks soon fly, and the heat between them has nothing to do with welding equipment.

 

Breaking the Marine

By M.K. Elliott

Brandon Rosen hadn’t planned for his final night before enrolling in the Royal Marines to involve a hot stranger and a pub car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned for that same hot stranger to turn up at the barracks in the form of his Drill Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In the testosterone fuelled environment of the training camp, can Brandon and Will overcome past pains and face up to what they really want? Or will the Royal Marine Commando School break their relationship before it even gets started?

 

Love on Location

By Lucy Felthouse

When Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he’s expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they’re drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?

 

Landscapes

By K D Grace

Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?

 

The Chase

By Lily Harlem

Steve’s killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.

 

Dish of the Day

By Clare London

Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster – until his friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.

 

E2

By Sarah Masters

When Archie meets Dan after The Change, he realises there is no such thing as a random meeting of soul mates, it’s all mapped out in the stars. Now all he’s got to do is hope those orbiting planets stay in alignment and true love finds him again.

 

Locked Out

By Josephine Myles

Getting accidentally locked out of his hotel room on Valentine’s Day night is embarrassing enough for teacher Martin Cooper, but the fact he’s stark naked makes it even worse. It doesn’t help that the one person he runs into is Rod, the gorgeous man he’d been checking out earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod offers Martin a refuge, the night heats up. Now if only Martin could get the hang of this seduction business…

Find out more and pre-order your copy at Brit Boys: On Boys.

 

Awesome British M/M Authors
Ashe Barker
M.K. Elliott
Lucy Felthouse
K D Grace
Lily Harlem
Clare London
Sarah Masters
Josephine Myles

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New and Coming Soon from Lucy Felthouse

By Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

Following my post about sexy characters, now it’s time to share some more new ones 😉 Yep, I just had a new release and have another one coming very soon.

Here are the details:

A Taste of RomeA Taste of Rome – Out Now!

M/F Erotica – third book in the series.

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting university. Now it’s on to Rome.

The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride, providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-rome/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18399288-a-taste-of-rome

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Letters to a War ZoneLetters to a War Zone – Coming 28th March!

M/M Military Erotic Romance

When lonely insurance broker, Bailey, gets himself a new hobby, he ends up exchanging letters with a war zone. But he’s not expecting what happens next…

Bailey Hodgkiss is lonely and dissatisfied with his boring life as an insurance broker. In an attempt to insert some variety, he signs up to a website to write to serving soldiers. He’s put in touch with Corporal Nick Rock, and over the course of a couple of letters, the two of them strike up a friendship. They begin to divulge their secrets, including their preference for men.

Nick encourages Bailey to add more interests to his life. As a result, Bailey picks up his forgotten hobby, photography, and quickly decides to team it up with his other preferred interest, travel.

Booking a holiday to Rome is his biggest gesture towards a more exciting existence, and he eagerly looks forward to the trip. That is, until Nick says he’s coming home on leave, and it looks as though their respective trips will prevent them from meeting in person. Is there enough of a spark between them to push them to meet, or will their relationship remain on paper only?

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/letters-to-a-war-zone/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20722128-letters-to-a-war-zone

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 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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Happy New Year!

Wishing you all a very Happy New Year! And a pretty picture to celebrate too. Taken after the ice storm we had the weekend before Christmas. Fairey Lake ice And, coming January 8 from Ellora’s Cave, Four For The Show. Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué. The idea of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe to not be able to keep their hands off each other. Inside Scoop: In addition to being with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.

An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

fourfortheshow_Q_msrExcerpt

I chewed my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?

I widened my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep breath as I positioned the curser over the words. Before I could change my mind, I highlighted, right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.

Get hot and wet @desireafterdark Friday night w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen

My heart pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I hit Send then laced my fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin on them. How long would it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right now I was dying to know what he’d say.

We were fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a couple. We’d met a few months ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right away. Our chemistry was almost uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was fucking unbelievable. We’d just clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were not a forever couple and had made it clear to each other right off the top. It wasn’t as if there were anything wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and knew all my buttons. He’d be a perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready for that yet.

One thing we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t even talked fantasies or desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect time to start. Holy shit. Well, this email would certainly separate the men from the boys.

Spectator sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really given it thought before, but a little twizzle of excitement made me catch my breath. It meant we could go without any self-imposed pressure of having to join into any groups. Sit in the back. Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.

I sat up when a new message announced its arrival into my inbox with a ping. That was quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if that were any indication, I knew exactly what his answer would be.

Clicking the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s going out to party tonight!

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“Parking is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of frustration. One of the things I liked about him—how he just goes with the flow. He wheeled the big truck through the cramped parking lot. I glanced around and couldn’t agree more.

“I bet I can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop out because the door will be up against that bush.”

I grabbed my purse and after a brief contemplation of bringing in our gym bag with our swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We could always get it later. The chill of fall was in the air and struck me after being in the warm truck cab. The gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto heels so I put my weight onto the toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was frigging cold and goose bumps rippled along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to keep my body heat close.

I was definitely still in summer mode. The micro-mini and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called suitable for this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having been once a long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more. Skimpy is in. Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of the mini, and my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

Joe had the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The intensity in his eyes, dark and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve endings into a surge of awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the chill of the night but also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.

“You’re shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.

“Suffering for the cause.”

“When the hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have you hidden it?” He squeezed me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear between his lips. Gawd, I loved it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already excited libido. “You’ll be the hottest bitch in the place.”

I moaned when his lips moved down my neck. “Hardly. Wait ’til, ahh shit…um, you see how they dress in there.” My legs wobbled when his hand swept down my back and squeezed my ass in a tight grip. “Joe, stop.”

He turned me and pushed me up against the cab of the truck. I yelped when the cold metal shocked my heated flesh.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

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New Release: Illicit Relations by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

I’ll keep this brief as I know everyone’s busy, buying presents, wrapping presents, delivering them, visiting family and so on – no one wants to hear me waffle on Christmas Eve 😉 So I’ll just leave you with this post, a suggestion for kinking up your Kindle this holiday – and I promise I’ll be back with more waffling posts in the New Year! Here’s Illicit Relations

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!

Lucy x

*****

Illicit RelationsBlurb:

Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.

But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.

*****

Excerpt:

Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.

Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.

Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.

What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.

He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or not.

He also knew that part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.

His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.

It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”

Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”

His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.

Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.

It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.

He began to wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.

Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.

“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.

The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.

A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s behavior.

Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.

Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.

Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was he going to do?

*****

Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/illicit-relations/

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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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Learning Something New and Naughty Every Day!

In the evening after the house quiets down, my hubby, Kick, and I sit in our comfy chairs in the living room and play dueling media. No, it’s not anything naughty. I fire up my laptop and he powers up his Kindle Fire.

We talk about things we’ve discussed during the day and each of us searches for answers on Google. It’s a lot of fun and we get into some interesting subjects.

I’m working on a male/male series of books – starring cowboys, of course – and I’m reading a number of great erotic romances to learn more about the genre.

While in the middle of one of the books, I ran across a new word. Frot. I asked Kick if he’d ever heard of it. He hadn’t, so we began our dueling Googling.

I think we both came up with the answer at the same time because I sucked in a surprised breath at the same moment he let out a startled, “Huh?”

From the Urban Dictionary*: A sexy act between two men that involves them being naked, and rubbing their penises together. It can involve one’s hand, trying to bring the two together for pleasure, but isn’t always a necessity in the act.

He read that the word ‘frot’ is a slang term shortened from the word frottage, derived from the French verb frotter, which means ‘to rub’.**

Of course, some of the online sites had photos and instructional drawings as well, but we really didn’t need to see them. The description of frot is more than enough to put accurate visuals into our heads. True?

The next morning, I cracked my knuckles (figuratively) and got to work writing my first frot. Here’s the scene from my work in progress, Hot Springs Temptation, Book 1 of the Temptation Springs Ranch series. Hopefully it’ll put a sexy visual into your mind.

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Unedited excerpt: Brace wrapped his hand around the back of Ethan’s neck. Their eyes locked in the bright moonlight. “I shouldn’t.”

The moving water of the hot spring caressed Ethan from his belly down to his toes, sliding over his erect penis inside his trunks like a lover’s hand.

The cowboy tugged Ethan closer and pressed their lips together.

Ethan’s response nearly shot him over the edge. He opened his mouth, welcoming the invasion of Brace’s tongue. And it was an invasion. Their tongues parried as his cowboy licked and sucked, bit and teased. They found every inch of each other’s mouths, the tasting desperate, the passion exploding.

Brace kept one hand on Ethan’s neck, the other slid down his hip and into the waistband of his trunks. Cupping his ass cheek, Brace squeezed and drew him closer.

Ethan needed to feel everything, every inch of his cowboy. His hands traced the bulging muscles at his shoulders, the rocks that bulged as biceps, chest muscles covered in the slick, soft water, and abs that were created from hard work.

Brace ended the kiss and pulled back. “Fuck.”

The curse was all Ethan needed to hear. Tugging the front of Brace’s boxer briefs from his hard rod, he slid the underwear down over the corded muscles of his thighs. Ethan nipped at Brace’s lower lip as he wrapped a hand around his huge, pulsing cock.

The cowboy’s body shuddered and a feral moan escaped his lips.

Sliding his hand along the slick length, Ethan closed his eyes, picturing the perfect cock he held in his hands. Thick, it would stretch his jaw when he sucked it, open his anus wide when he took it in his ass. Both images made that hot spot in his lower back tense with need.

Wrapping his hand around the head, he explored the ridge with his fingertips. The man’s cock was a handful, and just getting that big head into his sphincter would be enough to make him come like a geyser.

Brace’s hands fumbled at the string on the front of Ethan’s trunks then jerked as he tore the damn thing in two. “Sorry.”

Ethan smiled. Always courteous, always the gentleman. “Fucking rip the trunks off me if you want, cowboy.”

Looking into his eyes, Brace slipped his hand into the front of Ethan’s trunks and grabbed his shaft.

The sky swam above him as rivers of heat flowed from his cock to his balls. Using one hand, he tugged at his trunks while Brace use his free hand to help haul the waistband from him. The fabric slid down Ethan’s legs and pooled around his ankles, rubbing softly as the slowly moving water brushed against them.

Against Ethan’s palm, a spurt of slick pre-cum pulsed from Brace’s slit. He rubbed in circles around the big knob, using his thumb to tease the sensitive spot on bottom of the ridge.

Brace sucked in a breath and slid a rough hand up and down Ethan’s erection. Where his calluses rubbed, Ethan’s flesh tweaked with intense pleasure. Staring into Brace’s eyes, he watched the cowboy’s eyes narrow, heard his breath hitch as Ethan changed the motion of his hand to exactly match Brace’s motion on his staff.

With a hand on his ass, Brace tugged him closer until their cocks touched. The instant explosion of pleasure raced up his spine, and only a firm command to his brain kept him from shooting his load.

Brace’s big hand grabbed both their cocks and pressed them together.

Ethan did the same with his hand on the other side of their joined shafts, creating a slick channel.

The mineral-rich spring water made a natural lubricant, and the cowboy jerked his hips up, rubbing himself along Ethan’s cock, inside the tight tube of their hands.

Ethan fell into the opposite rhythm, sliding their cocks across each other’s in long, smooth glides, across their palms and fingers in hard, tight pleasure.

Brace used his free hand to make palm circles on the top of their shafts, the extra friction sending pulses of manic pleasure blasting through his staff, tightening his balls as a flare of heat burned up his spine. “Can’t stop it…” he cried as the orgasm overtook him.

Ethan grabbed Brace’s hair and pulled him in for a kiss more demanding than he’d ever dared take from a dominant. His mind exploded like beebees from a shotgun, wild and hot, scattering through his body in extreme flares of pleasure.

Cum, damn near hotter than the steaming water, shot from his sack and scorched through his cock in exquisite pulses. His muscles shook as his brain flooded with white noise and he sucked Brace’s tongue into his mouth.

The cowboy tensed and rammed his cock harder against Ethan’s. In his hand, the cowboy’s staff hardened and swelled even larger, hotter.

Brace twined his tongue around Ethan’s and cried out, a sound of pleasure and pain as he came hard and wild.

Ethan’s brain stutter stepped into another quick orgasm before the first had finished, the tingles from the earth-moving blast raced through his body as his balls pumped furiously, squeezing out another hot rope of cum.

Sharing fast breaths, they slowed the kiss and pulled back.

Ethan slid his hand from Brace’s hair, down to his neck where his pulse throbbed strong and rapid. Looking down, he watched as their cum mixed together and moved off in the light current of the spring.

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Whew! That got me a little warm just copying and pasting it! 😉

What smutty term have you learned that you’d love to share with us? I’m always searching for something new to try…um, I mean, try out in my books! *giggle*

Hope you learn something new and naughty today!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
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Turn Up the Heat, Chase and Seduction, and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon
Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords and Amazon
and in paperback from Createspace and at Amazon
Cowboy Lust is available in paperback and Kindle format at Amazon
*Urban Dictionary: Frot
**Wikipedia: Frot

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