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Apologies, new release, and other news! ~ @LaynaPimentel

It’s been some time since I last posted and I’m dreadfully sorry. Shit seems to happen in three’s and my life for the last year has been no exception. That said, I’m back and excited to share a number of things with you over the next few months.

I have a new release!!! My first one in 1.5 yrs and thank goodness for that.

Shadowed By Sin is a Gothic romance around 42k and so full of twists and turns, I have no idea where the concept came for it. Here’s a bit of a teaser for you to chomp on:

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Released in eBook on August 17th, 2015

Liquid Silver Books

Novella – 83 pages

Historical Romantic Suspense/Gothic Romance

ISBN: 978-1-62210-245-7

Warning: This book is intended for a mature audience only, and contains frank language and adult situations.

Reviews:

The twists, diabolical turns and disturbing descriptions had me hooked and wanting more! I couldn’t put it down! ~ Goodreads review

Filled with emotional turmoil, danger, suspense, mystery, deceit, lies, scandal, murder and romance. What an awesome blend of romance with suspense, family turmoil and secrets. Not for the faint of heart… ~ My Book Addiction and More

Where I can usually figure out the intrigue element in most mysteries, I wasn’t exactly left guessing who the bad guy was, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out he had an accomplice! ~ Award winning author Nichole Severn

Blurb:

Every man has a price…

As Lord Benedict St. John and his fiancée prepare to marry, his family is blackmailed by a former acquaintance. Hoping to set things straight, he accepts an invitation to dine at the Blackmailer’s family estate.

But how many should die…

Estelle agrees to accompany Benedict, but nothing prepares her for the mysteries and bodies she stumbles across during her time at Hawthorne Hall.

Before the shocking truth is exposed?

Hawthorne Hall holds many secrets, but will Estelle and Benedict escape to see the day their union is blessed, or will they succumb to an untimely end?

Purchase:

Amazon (CA) (US) (UK) | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Liquid Silver | ARe

Print: coming soon

 

In other news, I’ve been creating a few new series for you to indulge in. All are sexy, full length, and 100% exciting. As I get more information regarding release dates and what not, you can be rest assured they’ll be announced here.

A Gift From Fate will also be re-releasing this year with some added content, so watch out for that novella, too.

Will you be attending Romancing the Capital in Ottawa this upcoming May? I hope so. It’ll be my 2nd year as an attending author, and the line up of authors are amazing. Read more about the event hosted by the lovely Eve Langlais here. The price is super reasonable, and you’re bound to have an amazing time.

Well, that’s it for me for this month. I’ll leave you with an excerpt from my brand new release, and hope you have an amazing Sunday.

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“Pardon the intrusion, my lords. This just arrived for Master Benedict.”

The butler passed him an envelope with the identical wax seal from the note his father received earlier. Only this time, the letter was decorated with intricate designs.

“Thank you, Horace.”

“What is it? Who is it from?” his father asked quizzically.

“I don’t know, Father. I’ll have a look at it later. I’m rather late for a few appointments now. I will check in on you later this afternoon. Do tell Mother I will be asking Estelle to join us for dinner tonight.”

His father groaned yet again. While his parents approved of his desire to marry, they simply did not care for his selection of a wife. The aristocratic snobs that they were, they had expected him to marry an equal, or a lady that came with an extremely large dowry. Estelle was Baron Humphrey’s daughter, and while her dowry wasn’t that of an earl’s or viscount’s daughter, her purse strings and entitlements didn’t bother him in the least.

From the moment he saw her for the first time at the market, he’d been smitten with the petite and exotic beauty. He’d lifted her from the muddy street, and as her deep dark eyes settled on his, she’d bewitched him. Mind, it took several weeks for him to dissuade another potential suitor, not that the lad stood a chance. Estelle was one catch he would never give up, and now he had to find the perfect home for them, but where? She lived in town with her father and widowed aunt in a modest townhouse during the season, and after that, they resided in a country home with a full set of staff and several tenants to oversee. All of which he could match with his inheritance; but for Estelle everything had to be perfect. She deserved nothing but the world, and if he could give it to her, he would.

“Horace,” Benedict called out, reaching for his hat. “See that my carriage is ready post haste. I have to go to town and begin looking at properties.”

“Yes, my lord. Right away.” The butler disappeared around the corner, leaving Benedict alone in the foyer.

He desperately wanted to open the envelope but refused to do it so close to home. He didn’t want his father to worry, nor did he want the servants to speculate on what was the matter. He’d open the blasted thing and read it in the privacy of his carriage.

Darkness shrouded the street, as if evil lurked for its first victim of the day. He stepped in, and gave his driver directions to Mayfair. A quick scout of the area would give him an idea of where there might be some opportunities. His future countess deserved the best. After scouring some neighborhoods, he’d collect his lovely bride and return home for dinner.

A few minutes into the drive, he pulled out the letter and opened it.

 

Lord Benedict St. John,

You are formally invited to Hawthorne Hall as a guest of Lord George Cuthbert. Celebrations are expected to last a week, and we hope that you will stay for the duration. Several festivities, including a masque, will be held in honor of George’s return from the continent. We hope you will attend, and look forward to being introduced to your lovely bride-to-be.

Regards,

Lady Cuthbert, Countess of Hawthorne.

 

Nothing made sense. Why would Lord Cuthbert send a letter blackmailing his father, and then invite him and Estelle to attend a party at Hawthorne Hall? It had to be a ruse of sorts, but then again, he could use this as an opportunity to dig more into the situation with his father. Yet, was it wise to introduce Estelle to this particular crowd of society, especially when there were other sinister things being plotted? If anything happened to Estelle while she was in his protection, he would never forgive himself. Nevertheless, if he told her about his plan and what was happening, she might be willing to aid him in freeing his father from the devil’s clutches.

 

 

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Line ‘Em Up, Knock ‘Em Down by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

checkSometimes it’s easy to feel a bit like a machine – research story, plan story, write story, self-edit story, submit story, hope it gets accepted. If accepted, sign contract, work on edits, release day, promo like mad and hope people buy, read and enjoy said story. Rinse and repeat.

It can feel even more like this when you have on a whiteboard in your writing room a list of the next six things you need to write – two short stories, a novella, a novel, and two novellas, in that order. As the post title says, line ‘em up, knock ‘em down. Take each piece of work, tackle it, cross it off, move on to the next. And things get added to the list a lot, too!

That, however, makes it all sound kind of negative. Which, on a bad day, it can be. And we all have our off days. On an ordinary or a good day, though, it’s fantastic. Why? Because it means a few things:

1. Publishers and readers want more of your stories

2. Your Muse is alive and well and working you hard

3. No casting around for the next project when you’ve finished one

4. The deadlines and the rapidly-growing list are a silent pressure to make you get on with it

5. Knowing #1 makes it all worth it!

I’ve been reminded this week just how lucky I am to be doing what I do. I love writing, love creating worlds and stories. Even better, sometimes people want to publish it, and after that, some people even want to buy and read it. How fantastic is that?! And on top of all that, sometimes people even send me lovely emails and write me lovely reviews about my books and make me grin from ear to ear.

So, next time I’m having one of my off days and wondering how on earth I’m going to knock ‘em all down in time for deadline – I’ll come back to this post, look at some of the fab reviews I’ve had and remind myself why I’m doing it. Because I love it :)

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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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 andTwitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Within the Cocoon of Silence…

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The silence is loud if you’re listening.

… is when the magic comes to life.

There are days when my mind is quiet and others when the words flow with no end in sight. Constant ramblings, snippets of story lines, dialogue, scene ideas, and what have you.

Today, though, has been a hushed day with little to no extra chatter. The normal built-in to-do list is on autopilot with little to no luck of turning it off, but from there, the home front is still. Calm even.

Come to think of it, this entire week has been quiet, with no rush to click open Facebook with some sort of sassy comment or quick words of encouragement I like to share at times. At first, I was worried. Worried because the words were few and I am in the middle of a story. A scary place to have a loss of words.

However, during the stillness of this morning, before the children roused and started their daily weekend activities, something occurred to me. It’s okay NOT to have something to say all the time. It’s okay to give myself the time to turn reflective and let the daily humdrum fade away. You know what I’m talking about? That special ‘you’ time?

What if this is the calm before the storm? The stolen time before all hell breaks loose and I have so much to say there won’t be enough time in the day to get it all out of my head? I crave those days, truly. But what am I to learn when the words slow? Should I force them or take a beat and let the silence speak?

In the last few days I’ve come to realize my muse is sneaky and clever, willing to give me my answers, if I only listen. Letting the thoughts, ideas and words accumulate, marinate if you will, is just as powerful as typing away word after word. I discovered this recently when my muse woke me from a dead sleep and gave me exactly what I needed to continue a scene. Perplexing and mind opening how it took the wee hours of the morning for my mind to be quiet enough to find what I needed.

In just a few hours I begin two long projects that I have no doubt will consume my every thought for the next four months. These projects have weighed on my mind for the last year and a half. My muse knows this and I suspect is preparing for the heavy work load, hoarding the creative energy until it’s time to let it overflow and pour onto the page.

For now I must embrace the quiet, enjoy the stillness, and let my mind harness the creativeness the universe is providing. My muse is smart enough to listen.

I just need to accept the quiet as a gift and sit back, ready for what is to come.

In the mean time, tell me what you do when the silence comes? Do you like to disconnect and relax with a good book? Take to writing in a journal maybe? Something I would love to pick up as a habit, by the way. Or do you just settle in for a good long ‘you’ time?

***Leave a comment with your answer and I’ll pick two winners for a Kindle copy of any title on my back list. Don’t forget to leave your email addy! AND I’ve extended my two day weekly giveaway so that everyone here can join in at this link HERE.***

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Until next time, keep it sexy!

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The Dreaded Sucknopsis by Lucy Felthouse

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

Ahh… the dreaded sucknopsis. Otherwise known as the synopsis. I’m sure many of the writers reading this post are already groaning or resembling the man in the photo at the mere mention of the word, and I don’t blame them.

A necessary evil, the synopsis is basically one big fat spoiler of your work. Describing your tale from beginning to end, including any plot twists, surprises and things to make your readers gasp. I hate writing them. There are several reasons for this. One, because of the spoiler aspect. I know that a synopsis is not something ever intended for a reader to see – otherwise what would be the point of them reading your book? They already know what’s going to happen. No, these are aimed at publishers who may potentially publish your work – they want to know that your work has a plot, a point, a beginning, a middle and an end, and so on. And they’re absolutely right. They don’t want to end up contracting something that’s crap. But it feels so wrong to me to write something down that’s saying what’s going to happen, especially since, for the most part, a synopsis is written before the actual story.

And, following on from that, often with my work I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen until I start writing. Even if I’ve done character profiles, chapter by chapter planning, etc, my creative brain often throws things in at the last minute, literally flowing from brain to fingers to keyboard, which may alter what happens next, throwing me off the line of the synopsis. Mostly, it’s a change for the better, too, so it makes sense to go along with it.

Also, writing a synopsis for something, especially if you haven’t written the book yet can make you lose all enthusiasm for the work. You’ve written four pages on exactly what’s going to happen, ending and all, and now you’re bleurgh about writing the thing. Hence the term sucknopsis – which I didn’t coin, by the way. It’s been around for a long time, and it’s easy to see why 😉

So, how do you feel about writing a synopsis? We’re all different, so maybe there are some of you out there that actually like writing them. Speak up!

Me… nah! Give me a blurb any day. Let me tease you, taunt you, and, above all, not give the plot and any surprises away! I want to make you gasp… in the best possible way 😉

Happy Reading,
Lucy x

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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 forCliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more athttp://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Orgasm Denial: Yay or Nay?

Have I got your attention yet? *grins*

So as I stare at my current manuscript that I’m hoping to have finished at some point this year, I’ve reached at a point where I can safely say there’s gonna be some kinky things going on. I thought I would start with something a little fun like orgasm denial. I suspect there will be all kinds of things I need to consider and many other opportunities for naughty things to happen seeing as it’s a novel. I’m just hoping I meet the perfect balance for my readers.

What sort of things do you love about kinky books? I mean, what sort of activities totally have you at the edge of your seat, your knickers soaking, and wanting to go in search of your own action? Wax play, menages, anal? I want to know what turns your crank.

For me, I pretty much enjoy reading anything under the umbrella of BDSM-which is a pretty wide ass umbrella-but I’ve got me an open mind.

Now it’s your turn…fess up!

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My NaNoWriMo Novel – Pack of Lies by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #werewolf #paranormal #erotic #romance

Hi everyone,

As NaNoWriMo approaches once again, I thought it’d be a good time to talk about my NaNoWriMo project for last year (it’s a paranormal, so it’s doubly topical with Halloween almost upon us). So here goes…

 

If you’d have said to me two years ago—maybe even just a year ago—that I would “win” NaNoWriMo, I’d have laughed at you. For those of you that don’t know, NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, is a yearly challenge which takes place in November. Writers sign up via the website and challenge themselves to write 50,000 words in a month—in order words, a novel. Or at least a good chunk of one.

I’m not a fast writer, but then nor am I a slow one. I sit comfortably somewhere in the middle. But for some reason, last year I decided I was going to give NaNoWriMo a go. I’d already done a ton of research for the novel I intended to work on next, all I needed to do was getting the planning done and I’d be ready to go. And so, having worked out that I’d have to write 2,500 per day for twenty days (I don’t work weekends, so I had to remove weekend days from the equation), I figured it was still achievable.

Come the 1st of November I was signed up, had everything planned out and once I opened that Word document, I quickly started to fill it with words. I’m a bit of a word count watcher when I write, anyway, so the only difference was, rather than simply updating the widget in my website’s sidebar, I would also update on the NaNoWriMo website. I started off really well, and was achieving my target each day. Of course, I dropped behind my “buddies” at weekends, but soon caught up again on weekdays.

I have to admit, it was addictive. Granted, I’d already done an awful lot of hard work before opening that Word document, but it didn’t mean the writing was easy, especially as it was the most complex piece of work I’d written to date. But somehow, come the 29th November (the 30th was a Saturday, and so the 29th was my finish date), I did it. I hopped over that 50,000 word mark, copied and pasted the text into the NaNoWriMo site to get it validated, and received my winner’s certificate and badge. It was a fantastic feeling—I’d done it!

However, the novel was far from finished. The challenge had really broken the back of it, but I knew I still had a long way to go. I didn’t stop writing, but I admit from the 50k mark until the end was a lot slower going because I didn’t have that urgency pushing me to write faster. Not to mention during November, I’d rejigged my days to make writing my priority.

Finally, in the New Year of 2014, I finished the book. It was almost twice the length it had been at the end of November—95,000 words. So personally, I still think I did pretty damn well to write it in that period of time, and I’m delighted to see it out there for people to read and hopefully enjoy. Sadly, personal circumstances dictate that I won’t be able to take part in NaNoWriMo this year, but hopefully I can do it again next year – it certainly spurred me on 🙂

The book has been incredibly well received so far, with lots of four and five star reviews—so if you’re a paranormal romance fan, I hope you’ll check it out!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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packoflies01Excerpt:

As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”

Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.

“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.

“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”

“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”

“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”

An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”

The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”

“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”

“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.

Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”

Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”

Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”

Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”

“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”

Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”

Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”

Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored his older brother.

“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”

Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.

Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”

“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”

“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.

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pack-of-liesBlurb:

Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/pack-of-lies/

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22756241-pack-of-lies

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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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Writing is Solitary by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

This isn’t going to be a very sexy post, I’m afraid, but I’m sure lots of people will identify with it…

 

Writing is a very solitary thing. Something you have to just sit down and do, all by yourself. Yes, you may have other people involved in the research stages, and you may have beta readers once it’s finished, then editors, publishers, cover artists… the list goes on. But the specific act of getting words down on the page is a lonely task. Nobody can do it for you, and unless you’re super-talented (and if you are, I’m very jealous), you probably can’t talk to people while you’re doing it.

Which is why it’s nice to have writer buddies. Whether you know them in real life or just online, they’re a valuable bunch. There to encourage, to rant with, offload on, ask questions, sympathise, celebrate, commiserate… as much as friends, partners and families may try to be and do all of those things, it’s really only other writers that truly get it.

I’m very lucky in that I have writer buddies living locally, ones I see on a fairly regular basis, as well as ones I chat to pretty constantly online. Some of those I get to see occasionally, too. One such example being last weekend (not the one just gone, the one before!). A whole bunch of erotica and erotic romance writers and readers descended on Scarborough on the east coast of England for Smut by the Sea, a day of smut, workshop, socialising and fun. And fun it was! There was lots of chatting, giggling and all of the above supportive-types things going on. It’s so nice to be reminded you’re not alone as a crazy writer that’s battling away on something that’s bloody hard work, often for very little reward.

Now it’s all over, I’m already thinking about the next such get-together. Which is in November. I’m sure it will be upon us within the blink of an eye. So if you’re in the UK and can get to Manchester… it’d be great to see you there!

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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, 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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Soap Operas, Smut, and Sisterhood!

You know what my favorite part of writing is? Well, other than the hot bi guys who share and the whole falling in love and living happily ever after part. I love, love, love getting to write a cast of characters. You might be wondering what I mean by a ‘cast of characters.’ Well, I am referring to the supporting people in the story. It’s kind of like a soap opera (cheesy comparison, I know)—there’s one couple (in my case, grouping) you focus on, but there are a whole host of characters surrounding them. And you can’t help but eat these people all up—even though, in the scheme of things, they’re not really the reason you’re watching the show in the first place.

Now I know most consider these people to be ‘secondary characters.’ But for me, they’re not. These people are essential—to the story and the other characters. See, we don’t live in a world where it is all about us and our significant others. We have families and friends. And while we often want to strangle them (or at least, I do), we love them. We want them to be a part of our lives. So how could I write a book where there were no relationships outside the ménage? I couldn’t. And frankly, I wouldn’t.

That being said, I don’t write non-sexual relationships because I have to. No, I find great pleasure in writing relationships that I would love to have myself. For example, in my Sweet Serenity series, there are three women who have the kind of friendship I would have given anything to have growing up. Jaycee, Katie-Anne, and Shannon have been friends through thick and thin for as long as they can remember. And nothing and no one could tear them apart. To me, that’s a true gift. In The Doms of Kinky, Kansas, there is a social circle that I find fascinating. Now, I haven’t had time to reveal the inner complexities of this group’s relationship to everyone. Yet. After all, I have only written one book in that series. But still, these people have a deep, rich history. It’s not like they just magically showed up in Kinky and Poof! they’re friends. No, these people are with the people they care about. They came to town to be with these people, not just to move to a place where BDSM and ménage relationships run rampant. I find that level of commitment and unity in a friendship to be a true treasure.

As you can imagine, my next release Their Luscious Dream (Love in Luscious, KS #2) is no different. I have a huge cast of characters. Probably the biggest group yet. But it isn’t about the size. It’s about the selfless, unconditional, generous love they share with each other—all of them. They don’t say that Love knows no boundaries in Luscious for nothing. Everyone (yes, everyone) cares about everyone else. It doesn’t matter if its the sexy beasts who run The Luscious Lady (yeah, you know who I’m talking about…Sam, Brett, and Ethan), the hippie lady living in a tent in the park, the incense-loving man who drives the vintage VW bus as a cab, or the full-grown flower children that run the Paisley House. They all have an emotional connection. Even the boho trio who own and operate Nature’s Garden get in on the love. (No, not that kind of love, you naughty, naughty man or wicked, wicked woman!)

Of course, like in Serenity, I have a soft spot for three women in particular in Luscious. Now don’t get me wrong. These three are nothing like Jaycee, Katie-Anne, and Shannon. They aren’t supposed to be. No, these three are sisters. But they’re not just any sisters. They’re the sisters I would have wanted had I not been an only child. They are smart and sassy, smart-mouthed and perverted. They pick and prod at each other. They joke and play pranks—like in this scene from Their Luscious Dream:

“Excuse me, Tate,” Haven said, her voice sounding as smooth as melted butter and as sweet as candy. “Can I have this?” When her best friend nodded, she grabbed Harper’s made-from-scratch muffin off his plate and threw it at Athena’s head.

Athena bent sideways, effectively dodging the projectile whole grain bread, then laughed her ass off. Harper and Haven joined in, and half of the damned café clapped as though they were at the opera rather than in a café with deviant workers.

And they’re completely, totally, utterly honest with each other—brutally so. They’ve been known to call each other on their bullshit a lot. Like here in Their Luscious Dream:

“Peckerface,” Athena muttered, using Haven’s favorite insult when someone pissed her off.

“Hey, that’s my word,” Haven grumbled as she stole a banana from Tate’s plate. Her best friend didn’t even bat an eyelash at her theft. “And you can’t call Jagger that. He’s my brother, and I love him.”

Harper snorted. “Didn’t you call him a peckerfaced fucknugget last week?”

“He called me a name first,” Haven defended before biting into the banana in her hand.

“Yeah, he called you Haven Moon Kelley,” Harper countered before snagging Haven’s banana and taking a bite of her own.

Grinning, Haven waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t get technical, sis. Haven Moon Kelley is a name.”

Harper threw her hands up in a dramatic display of exasperation. “It’s your name!”

Haven attempted to take back her banana. But Harper dodged her.

For all their posturing, bickering, and blustering, these three would go to the end of the world for each other. They have each others’ back. Like in this teeny-tiny snippet (if you would call it that) from Their Luscious Dream:

 A hush rippled through the room. All eyes turned on Athena, who paled visibly. “I, uh, don’t know how to say this.”

“Say what?” Haven bent at the waist and propped her elbows on the stainless steel countertop. “You killed someone, and you need us to hide the body. If so, we’re going to need some supplies.” She hummed. “Wonder if Maverick keeps a wood chipper at The Catch All.”

In all honesty, I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy for their sisterhood. I wish I had that kind of relationship. But since I wasn’t blessed with sisters, I have found that living vicariously through these three has been the most beautiful (and hilarious) non-bedroom, non-sexual-love experience of my writing life—to date. I just hope that the people who read this book will feel a kinship with these three, too. And if not them, someone else. After all, I’m a character driven writer. And as a character writer, I want everyone to love the characters as much as I do. Okay, that might not be possible because I’m a bit…attached to them. LOL. But if one person out there cares for the characters even a tenth as much as I do, then I’ve done my job right.

So now that I’ve teased you, scroll down a little bit, and you’ll get a bigger and better glimpse into the world of Athena, Harper, and Haven!

Until next time…

Love and cherries,

-Mia

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Athena Xanthopoulos is on a mission. She’s moved to Luscious, Kansas to reconnect with the parents she doesn’t remember and meet the siblings she’d only dreamed of having. But she didn’t count on finding men like Sam Carrington, Ethan Bartlett, and Brett Monroe.

Sam, Ethan, and Brett love each other, and they’re committed to their marriage. Yet still, they dream of a family that includes a wife and children. Only they believe their dream is just that—a dream.

Then Athena walks in.

Now the men who’d felt their dream was out of reach see babies in the mysterious blonde’s eyes. And the woman who’s lived life as an outsider yearns to belong.

But Athena’s conservative childhood tells her what she craves is wrong. Can the men convince her sharing isn’t wrong but oh-so-deliciously right? Or will she hold onto what she knows, dashing the men’s dreams and dooming herself to a lifetime without the men she’s grown to love?

NOTE: This book is not stand-alone. To find out how the dream began for Sam, Brett, and Ethan check out Luscious Beginnings (MMM).

Special 69 Shades of Smut Excerpt

Athena whirled around. “You’re like a dog with a bone.”

“What’s with all this animal talk?” Harper asked as she returned from delivering food to one of the tables. “I hear one of you yapping about cats in heat and the other blabbering about dogs with bones. I don’t get it.”

“You don’t have to get it.” Haven tugged on her sister’s recently dyed hair. “I never get your crazy hair, so we’re even.” Letting go of the rainbow-colored strands, she winked. “I have to get back to work anyway. I would really hate to burn my buns.”

“I’ll burn your buns.” Athena’s lips tipped up into a smile. “With a hot baking sheet to the butt.”

Like Athena had hoped, her sarcasm didn’t fall on deaf ears.

“Excuse me, Tate,” Haven said, her voice sounding as smooth as melted butter and as sweet as candy. “Can I have this?” When her best friend nodded, she grabbed Harper’s made-from-scratch muffin off his plate and threw it at Athena’s head.

Athena bent sideways, effectively dodging the projectile whole grain bread, then laughed her ass off. Harper and Haven joined in, and half of the damned café clapped as though they were at the opera rather than in a café with deviant workers.

Only one person didn’t seem amused in any way, shape, or form—her brother, Jagger Blue Star Kelley. He was scowling at them from his counter on the opposite side of the serving area. As usual, Mr. Stick Up His Ass had his eyes trained on her. Not that that was surprising. He didn’t hide his distaste for her or her antics. “Get to work,” he barked.

Athena knew he was talking to her, not Harper or Haven. And he made it known to everyone in the dining room when he turned to the two sisters he’d grown up with and said in a much softer voice, “You, too.”

Athena didn’t flinch at his obvious snub. She didn’t even acknowledge him. She spun on her heel and headed to the sink where she washed her hands with water that was painfully hot. When she was done, she wiped her reddened hands and got back to work.

A short time later, Harper and Haven returned to her side. Both of them patted on her back, the strikes gentle and surprisingly soothing, and she sighed.

“Ignore Jagger. He’s such a douchenozzle sometimes,” Haven said.

Harper was far more defensive of their older brother. “He just doesn’t know you. Once he does, he’ll warm up to you. He’ll love you. Like we do.”

Guilt speared Athena in the chest. She should tell them who she was. She should—right here, right now, this very second. She even opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Harper touched her chin then helped her shut her mouth. “It’s okay. We know. You don’t like him any more than he likes you.”

Wasn’t that the truth? She couldn’t stand Jagger. He treated her like crap. Every day, he tried to fire her for one reason or another. And every night at closing, he bitched at her for something she’d done. She was doing this wrong. Or she was doing that wrong. No matter what, she was in the wrong.

“Peckerface,” Athena muttered, using Haven’s favorite insult when someone pissed her off.

“Hey, that’s my word,” Haven grumbled as she stole a banana from Tate’s plate. Her best friend didn’t even bat an eyelash at her theft. “And you can’t call Jagger that. He’s my brother, and I love him.”

Harper snorted. “Didn’t you call him a peckerfaced fucknugget last week?”

“He called me a name first,” Haven defended before biting into the banana in her hand.

“Yeah, he called you Haven Moon Kelley,” Harper countered before snagging Haven’s banana and taking a bite of her own.

Grinning, Haven waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t get technical, sis. Haven Moon Kelley is a name.”

Harper threw her hands up in a dramatic display of exasperation. “It’s your name!”

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Where They Lead, I Will Follow…Grumbling and Cussing the Whole Way

Would you jump off a cliff if your friends told you to? Growing up, my mom pulled this goodie out of her wise parent arsenal more often than not. I’m sure yours did, too. After all, it’s a common mom-ism. Like Do as I say, not as I do, Because I said so, and Do you want a spanking?  Yep, as a red-blooded adult woman with kinky tendencies, that last one made me laugh, too.  Heaven knows I love a good spanking from the hubby.

But, as always, I’m digressing…

So before I fall into the gutter and play with my naughty mind, we should get back to jumping off cliffs and friends. Wow, that sounded seriously wrong. Ah crap, y’all know what I mean. I’m talking about following others obediently like a bunch of brainless minions trailing behind His Royal Evilness The King of Villain-ville.

Now, I’m not a fan of following people. Why? Because I like to be different. I like being the weirdo, the perv, and the freak. It makes life fun. At the very least, it makes life interesting. Or so that’s what my husband tells me—a lot. But as a writer, following the characters is necessary. And while it is a necessity, I hate it.

Yep, I admit it. I do not like being out of control. My inner control freak gets all pissy and starts pulling her frizzy hair out, which leaves me outwardly grumbling and cussing at anyone who comes within hearing distance. On a bad day, I’ll start growling and snarling like a deranged beast. Let me tell you, it’s not a pretty sight to see. However, the books I write are not about me. They are not my story. They belong to the characters they’re centered around. Ergo, I have to suck it up and be their puppet. Right?

Right.

Only I don’t work well that way. I swear I spend as much time fussing and fighting with my characters as I do writing their story. Why? Because I’m a glutton for punishment, of course. See, the characters always win. Always. I know that. And they know that. Still, I refuse to cave. But hey, no one can deny that I’m a stubborn and persistent and slightly off-kilter woman. I mean, seriously, I hear voices in my head, and I argue with them—even though I know it is a losing battle. I figure that puts me in the slightly off-kilter category. Well, that’s nicer than what a psychiatrist might tell me.

Geez. I’m getting off topic again

So what does my rambling have to do with the price of tea in China? Well, I’m getting to that. Patience, my friends. Patience.

Recently, I started working on a new story. No, I won’t tell you who. You’ll have to wait and see. But as I dug in to the meat of the book, I realized that she wasn’t ready yet. It wasn’t her time for a book. What do you think I did? I’ll give you three guesses:

1. I immediately stopped her story and started a different, more pressing one. After all, I’m a smart writer. Oh yeah baby, that’s me.

Or

2. I chewed my nails and prayed that she’d change her mind. That seemed like the best course of action. Who needs pretty nails? Certainly not moi.

Or

3. I said, “Aw, come on. You know you wanna find your HEA,” and dangled porn in front of the character. Then proceeded to write stuff that would eventually find a new home…in the garbage can. Makes sense to me.

If you took door number three, you would be correct. I continued to write. Of course, the harder I tried, the quieter she became. By the time I chucked her story, she was completely, totally, and utterly silent. Now, no one panic. This heroine and her heroes will be getting their story. Definitely. Without a doubt. One of these days. Just not yet. There are a few things that must happen first.

Yes, I’m planning ahead. And no, the world is not coming to an end. (sniffs) Can you believe it? (sniffs) I’m rather proud of myself, too.

So…are you getting curious yet? Have I intrigued you? (wiggles eyebrows) You know you want to find out who has become the center of my writing universe. You’re just dying to hear which characters are talking so loudly that I’d need ear plugs to muffle them. Aren’t you? Well, I guess I could tell you. But, you know what? I don’t think I will. I think it would be more fun to see if you can figure out who the characters are on your own.

Since I’m such a nice, sweet woman, I shall even share a hint or two or, maybe even, three with you.

  1. The heroine is a mystery.
  2.  One hero is a reader favorite.
  3. And there are not one, but two, other heroes. Mmhhmm…Talk about ‘the more, the merrier.’

Any ideas, anyone? Feel free to leave your guesses in a comment below.

And until next time, don’t do anything I wouldn’t. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,

-Mia

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Sizzing “S” Words

What is it about those sibilant words? You know. “S” words. Have you noticed how many sensuous (See! An “s” word) words we have at our disposal when we’re writing our smutty (another “s” word) stories?

Some give you a slippery (OMG – another one!) sound – slather, slide, slick, silky, slip…

And then there are those hard sounds – slap, slam, spank, smack, shatter, suck…

What about actions – saunter, shimmy, squeeze, simmer, snuggle, stamp, sheathe, spasm, submit, savor, smolder, spark, stimulate, screw, shudder, shiver, stroke, shimmer, sizzle, satisfy…

And the myriad descriptive words that begin with “s” boggle the mind – silken, seductive, sinewy, sensual, sexy, succulent, smooth, savage, sleek, smoky, spicy, sinful, steamy, stiff, strong, shiny, shadowy, sweaty, swollen, sultry, serene, sassy, sculpted, sinuous, searing, soft, sensitive…

I’m sure there are many more that I’ve missed.

For the record, though it’s hard to pick just one, I admit I love the word “sultry.” It can mean “very hot and humid” like summer weather. Or it can mean “hot with passion/capable of exciting strong sexual desire.” Mmm, sounds like a great “s” word to me.

What’s your favorite “s” word?

Natasha
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