My Sexy Saturday #114 – Everyone was getting up and moving to the staircase. #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. I’m sharing another snippet from my recently released M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Budapest. Enjoy!

City Nights: One Night in BudapestImmediately following his mention of an additional boat, a loud voice rang out. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are now ready for you to board the tour boat. Please be very careful while stepping from one boat to the other. As soon as you are all seated, we will begin the trip. Thank you.”

It was then Hermione realised that as she’d been gazing out of the window to one side, a smaller boat had pulled up alongside the one she was on. Everyone was getting up and moving to the staircase.

Buy your copy of One Night in Budapest here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/city-nights-one-night-budapest/

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Wicked Whispers (Book 2 – Dangerous Desires Series) by Tina Donahue (@tinadonahue)

Wicked WhispersBlurb:

Follow the heart through darkness…

As the Inquisition gains force, even the faintest rumor can brand one a heretic. In this world it is Sancha’s gift–or curse–to be blessed with the gift of healing. But the villagers are in need of her arts more than ever, and she feels it is her duty to help them at the risk of losing her life. And at the sacrifice of her heart…

Enrique has never wanted a woman as he does Sancha. Determined to have her love, he woos her with exquisite passion, giving her refuge to pursue her healing in secret. But their very desire and escape from the ruthless forces of the world may be their undoing. And together, they must pit themselves against a jealous rival and archaic tradition to secure their place in a hopeful new dawn…

Buy Links (available for preorder – ready to read May 24):

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Excerpt:

Her lips parted. She leaned into him rather than pull away.

Surprised and delighted, he brushed his lips over hers, astounded at their silky heat. Her breath smelled sweetly of orange, her usual rose fragrance mingling with a hint of musk. Her excitement as a woman.

He eased his tongue inside her mouth and waited for her response, praying she wouldn’t move away at his bold move.

A soft, wanting sound poured from her. Sagging against him, she gripped his doublet and used his garment for support.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly to him, his thickened shaft snug against her mound. She stilled for a moment, then suckled his tongue, her need of him obvious.

This was heaven, the only reason to be alive. These moments would change everything between them. He’d claim her and she would be his for a lifetime.

Dizzy with joy, he deepened the kiss, working his fingers past her dark green caul and through her hair, caressing tresses softer than fur.

She clutched him more tightly, her mouth wanton and willing beneath his.

Exactly how he’d hoped their first moments alone would be, though still falling short of what he had to have. He cupped her breast, testing its weight and warmth, savoring her nipple pebbled against his palm.

She froze.

He tempered his passion and caressed her more gently.

She tore her mouth from his and pulled away.

He’d frightened her. Fool. He should have known better and did now. Despite his arousal, he remained where he was and dropped his hand to his side.

Sancha breathed as roughly as he did. She touched her mouth still damp from his lips on hers. He expected her to turn and run.

She cupped his face and claimed his mouth, driving her tongue inside.

He suckled her greedily. She returned his kiss, both of them pushing against each other to get closer. Unable to, Enrique wanted to howl in frustration. She moaned softly then pulled away again. This time she put out a shaky hand even though he hadn’t moved.

He pulled in a deep breath. She stepped back again.

Before she could leave the balcony altogether, he stopped breathing. “Are you all right?”

“No. Enough of this.”

Those weren’t the words he wanted to hear, though he had expected something unpleasant. “Enough of what?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You kissing me.”

He risked a smile. “When I stopped, you moved back into my arms and began again without me having to ask.”

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About Tina:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, Decadent, and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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Sometimes it Sizzles When Things Go Pear-shaped by K D Grace (@kd_grace)

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Preorder: 30th August

Early Download (on the TB website): 13th September

General Release: 11th October

I’ve been barely able to contain myself this past two weeks, just bursting to tell you the good news, and now at last I can. Not only can I tell you that my steamy contemporary romance novel, The Tutor, has been snapped up by the Totally Entwined imprint of Totally Bound, but I can now reveal the gorgeous cover which sizzles with the creative genius of Emmy Ellis.

The Tutor has a very special place in my heart because it had its beginnings last October at Smut Manchester during Kay Jaybee’s wonderfully wicked “trip to the supermarket” workshop on inspiration. We were all given an item from the supermarket shelf and told we’d been called over the loudspeaker to go to the stockroom. From that we were to write the beginnings of a story about what we’d find in the stockroom and what we’d do with our item in said stockroom. I still remember the smug little smirk on Ms. Jaybee’s face when she handed me the slip of paper that read A tin of pears in heavy syrup.  I never imagined in my wildest dreams that before the weekend was out, I’d have the seeds for a novel that just had to be written. In fact, it needed to be written so badly that I signed up for NaNoWriMo — National Novel Writing Month in November and wrote the whole 95K in one month!  Here’s just a taste of the end result. Enjoy!

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Blurb:

Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valens, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their sessions due to what she considers her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues. The press feeding frenzy forces Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private tutor just until the press loses interest, and she can go back home. They discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions become more and more personal.

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Excerpt:

“Was this your idea or Dillon’s? Kelly asked, hoping to relax him.

“It was mine, after Andy told Dillon and he told me. I thought it was something that I …” The muscles along Lex’s jaw looked as though they were made out of iron, and a fine blush crawled up his neck tinting his ears bright pink. “I’ve never touched a woman … in that way.” He forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’ve …” the blush deepened and he avoided her gaze. “I’ve put lube on some of the sculptures – you know — down there, but I … well it isn’t the same.”

“The pears won’t be either,” she said, her heart suddenly aching at the physical isolation this man endured on a daily basis, and it wasn’t just her heart that ached, she felt his lack deep in her core. It had been easier with Andy. She had been almost flippant with him. She was sorry for that now. She spread one of the towels on the Queen Anne chair across from him and settled herself onto it so they were facing each other. “The texture will be different and with the pear there’ll be less give.” She dipped her fingers in the bowl and rubbed the heavy juice between her index finger and her thumb. “If you touch a woman, she’ll be much warmer.” She gave him a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll be amazed at how warm and how soft she’ll be down there when she’s ready to be touched. With Andy, this,” she nodded down to the pears, “was improvisation, this was the best I could do under the circumstances, but a woman, well a woman feels like nothing you’ve ever touched before.”

He was no longer avoiding her gaze. His eyes were locked on her, and he was struggling to keep them on her face, she knew that; she understood the urge for him to drop his eyes to the place of which she spoke, the place with which she was so intimate, the place that couldn’t help but respond to the topic, to the situation, to the strange intimacy they had shared almost since the moment they’d met. “You can look, if you want,” she opened her legs so that he could see the place in between clothed in black denim, completely disguised and yet so very obvious. “And I’ll look at you too,” she nodded down to his own jeans straining to contain him already. “It’s what men and woman are naturally inclined to do when there’s a sexual attraction.”

With her heart hammering in her throat, she took one of the pear halves into the cupped palm of her left hand, then she brought it down between her spread thighs, feeling the juice of it run over her fingers and drip onto the towel as she spread her legs a little farther and held her pam to mimic the position of her vulva. “Touch it like a woman would touch it, and you’ll always get it right.” She drug her index and middle finger up from the bottom of the pear to the center and felt her own body respond in empathy. “The pear has no folds, no secret valleys, no swollen flesh to be teased open, so you’ll have to use your imagination with that.”

Lex gave a little moan soft and deep in his chest as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. “I know the anatomy,” he said. “I’ve watched porn and I’ve studied drawings. I know how it looks like it might feel. I know the response it elicits.” His tongue flicked nervously over his upper lip. “Of course that’s just acting, isn’t it?”

“Porn is about fantasy, about voyeurism, and it doesn’t matter if it’s real if it gets you off. But when it is real,” she spread her index and middle finger up the sides of the pear’s central opening, “if you’re good, if your sensitive, you’ll feel the spasms of your lover’s orgasm, even see them if you’re using your tongue; and you can feel them gripping at your cock when your inside her. If you’re paying attention.

“The clitoris,” she laughed softly, “Well with Andy I used a Ticktack, but he’s a chemistry major. He likes charts and graphs and periodic tables. You’re an artist, you live in your imagination, so you don’t need a Ticktack. Some women like the thumb stroking and circling while the other fingers work inside. Some women like to use their fingers.” She demonstrated on the pear, and Lex groaned. “It’s always best to ask and be sure.”

“What do you like?” His words were a labored rasp against the back of his throat, and Kelly found herself stunned by the question, and way more aroused than she wanted to be. He shouldn’t have asked. She should have answered. But she did.

“I like it this way.” She shifted her hips and opened a little further so he could see her thrust and scissor, circle and probe technique, and her body responded with the tight grip and release of muscle memory.

“Jesus,” he whispered moving forward on the sofa and leaning closer for a better look. “And when someone uses their tongue?”

She caught her breath in a giddy laugh. “Afraid I can’t tell you what I do since, sadly I’m not that flexible.”

“But you can tell me what you like.” His voice had gone rough.

“I like the flat of the tongue to part me and then probe me, circle my clit and then kiss and suck.” She closed her eyes, finding it difficult to meet his gaze when she spoke about something so intimate, so secret. Come to think of it, she’d never had a man actually ask her how she liked it. The few who had given a rat’s ass about her pleasure had been happy enough to let her order them about, but never quite got the hang of it.

It was the loud schussing sound that caused her to open her eyes. Lex had moved the coffee table out of the way paying no attention to the slosh of pear juice all over the towel V had spread. His eyes were locked on Kelly as he fished out his own pear half and fell to his knees in front of her. When she realized what the man was about to do she dropped the pear she’d been holding with a little gasp of surprise and scooted as far back in the chair as she could. He knelt low, holding the pear in the cup of his hand, as she had, placing it against the edge of the chair between her legs! She gave a little yelp and scrambled back in the chair still further, spreading her thighs over the rise of the chair arms to keep from touching him. He moved forward, the back of his hand so close to her crotch that she could feel the heat of it, and he lowered himself still further until his hair nearly brushed the insides of her thighs. Then, still looking up at her from his position on the floor, he began at the bottom of the open pear half and ran his tongue flat and undulating all the way up, flicking in just slightly in a little circle at the top end before he closed his lips around the apex and she could hear the slurp and suck of the sweet syrup.

“Oh! Lex! Ah!” And then she went non-verbal, holding her breath, tightening muscles deep inside her body, the only muscles she dared to move if she were to keep from touching him. She raised both arms and fisted her hands in a suicide grip around the back of the chair to keep from curling them in his hair. Her thighs trembled from her efforts to keep her legs on the chair arms and not throw them over his shoulders for leverage. She didn’t move. She didn’t breath as he licked and nuzzled and suckled until pear juice ran down his chin and onto his tee-shirt, until his face was damp and sticky, until his forehead was sheened with perspiration, and still he held her gaze as though they were locked together in each other’s orbit neither able to move without the other’s consent.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come.” She barely managed a warning when his own convulsion brought him dangerously near her body. He had stopped breathing, she was sure of it. She practically climbed the back of the chair to keep from touching him as he lost control. Then with a tremendous gasp of oxygen, he straightened, let the pear fall from his hand onto the aubusson carpet and looked up at her.

“I’m going to pass out.” And he did.

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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace,Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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Mid Week Tease: So here she was, making the most of it. #MWTease

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Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Budapest. I hope you enjoy it!

One Night in BudapestSo here she was, making the most of it. Soon after arriving in the country, she realised she’d done the right thing—missing out on such a place would have been a travesty. From the start, the people had been wonderful—a middle-aged woman pointing her in the right direction at the airport so she could get transport into the city centre, and a man about her age helping her to lift her suitcase into the luggage rack when she got on the bus.

And now here was Emil—seemingly determined she should get the same happy hour offer as everyone else, despite being a solo traveller. Not that paying full price would have been much of a problem. Even for a student, the prices of, well, everything in Budapest were incredibly cheap. She’d wondered many a time if she was being undercharged for things in shops and restaurants, but apparently, you just got seriously good deals in the city.

Soon everyone was seated, and a tinny-sounding female voice was piped out of speakers mounted on the wall nearby. “Okay, everybody. Welcome on board the Hop-On, Hop-Off River Cruise, and thank you for choosing us. The tour is approximately two hours, takes a circular route, and is made up of three stops along the river. You may of course stay on board for the entire trip if you wish. From our position on the Danube River, you will see such sights as the Hungarian Parliament Building, the Fishermen’s Bastion, the Chain Bridge—which you can see now, of course—the National Theatre and much more.” She paused as the vessel fired up, waited until the initial roar of the engine died down, then continued. “We are beginning our tour now. Please enjoy yourselves, and if you have any questions or requests, please ask a member of staff. We will be pleased to assist you. Thank you.”

The speaker crackled as the microphone switched off, and almost immediately a low buzz of chatter and activity came from the other passengers. They retrieved cameras and maps and began admiring the scenery, pointing things out, nudging each other and laughing.

Grab your copy of One Night in Budapest here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/city-nights-one-night-budapest/

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I’m Teaching a Class! #teaching #writing #amwriting #erotica (@savvyauthors)

Hi everyone,

logoI’m delighted to announce that, starting 30th May, I’m teaching a two-week class on “Getting Started in Writing Erotic Fiction” with SavvyAuthors. I’m really excited – I’ve done some real-life talks and workshops on this topic, which have been fantastic, but it’s great to be taking it online and getting a bigger, more international audience involved.

Here’s a little bit about the workshop:

Fifty Shades of Grey has both thrust erotica and erotic romance into the limelight and spawned a whole bunch of people interested in exploring the genre. This workshop with multi-published author Lucy Felthouse will give advice on how to get started, and also include exercises to help get those creative juices flowing.

Registration is open now, and will end on 1st June – so if you’re interested, please do check it out, and tell anyone that you think might also be interested. The more, the merrier!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Not For the Faint of Heart by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #bdsm #eroticromance #victorian

My publisher has slapped a paragraph-long reader’s advisory on my new release, Incognito. Personally, I don’t like the prissy tone of their notice. On the other hand, I don’t want to offend any readers who pick up the book without a clear understanding that it contains taboo content.

And I’m willing to admit, some people might be shocked. The book is not for the faint of heart. Both Miranda and Mark are polymorphously perverse characters, attracted to both their own and the opposite sex. They’re natural switches, drawn to roles on both sides of the BDSM power equation. The book includes pretty much every variety of sexual encounter, from age play to cross-dressing. I’m sure that some readers would dismiss the book as nothing but gratuitous sex.

That’s not how I see it, though. Incognito is, first and foremost, the story of one woman’s journey to realize and express her sexuality. Miranda’s heart-crushing initiation into sex leaves her emotionally scarred, unable to reconcile the experiences of love and lust. She’s ultimately healed by her relationship with Mark, a man who’s open and accepting of all her desires.

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Blurb

Betrayed and abandoned by her first lover, shy and studious Miranda Cahill freezes in response to any sexual attention from someone she knows and likes.

During the day, she works diligently on her doctoral thesis. At night, though, she finds herself drawn into increasingly extreme sexual encounters with strangers. Her anonymous secret life begins to take over when she discovers that the masked seducer she meets in a sex club and the charismatic young professor courting her are the same man.

Reader Advisory: This book contains mention of incest involving an aunt and nephew and also scenes of incest involving a pair of M/F cousins. There is both M/M and F/F content within this book, as well as public sex, ménage et trois, swapping of partners, use of foreign objects during sex, anal sex and a scene of dubious consent.

Buy Links (Ebook and Print)

Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | Totally Bound | All Romance eBooks

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29383360-incognito

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Excerpt:

She stopped. She knew that it was enough. Turning from his leather-scarred form, she handed the flogger back to Mistress Carla. The dominatrix smiled approvingly.

“You have done well,” she said. “Both of you. And you deserve your rewards. Remove your dress.”

Under the weight of those emerald eyes, Miranda obeyed without thinking. A collective sigh escaped the audience at the sight of her taut, rosy nipples. She stood at attention before Carla.

“Those panties, too.” The Domme stroked one finger between Miranda’s thighs, making her squirm. “I imagine that they’re quite uncomfortable, being so wet.”

Miranda pushed the elastic down over her hips and stepped out of the sopping garment. Without modesty, she stood naked before the assembly, awaiting the Mistress’ next instructions.

“You are quite lovely,” remarked Carla. “A slave like you would be a fine adornment to my household.” Miranda blushed with delight.

The statuesque dominatrix flipped the turntable switch. The turntable rotated 90 degrees, until the man was oriented sideways with respect to the audience, his erection silhouetted against the red velvet curtains at the back of the stage. Carla unfastened the shackles on his ankles, then loosened his wrist bonds and fastened them lower down on the columns. She also removed his gag.

“Now, little one, on your knees.” A bit awkwardly, the young man obeyed. His penis jutted upwards, straining toward the ceiling.

“Come here, little slut.” Miranda realized that Carla was speaking to her. She had been almost hypnotized by the swaying of the man’s penis. She obeyed as quickly as she could.

“Straddle him, open yourself, and take him inside you. But I warn you, do not move! If either of you comes before I give permission, you will be very sorry indeed.”

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Lisabet SaraiAbout Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

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My Sexy Saturday #113 – “But perhaps you would only like one?” #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday! This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. I’m sharing another snippet from my recently released M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Budapest. Enjoy!

City Nights: One Night in BudapestHe paused, looked at the empty seat beside her, then glanced over his shoulder as though checking if anyone was coming to join her at the table. “But perhaps you would only like one? Maybe I can see if yours can be half price…”

“It’s okay,” she replied firmly. “I’m going to be on the boat for a while, I’m sure I can manage two drinks. I don’t have to have them at the same time, do I?”

He shook his head. “No. I will be serving on the other boat in a moment, so I will look after you and your drinks to make sure you get special price.”

Buy your copy of One Night in Budapest here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/city-nights-one-night-budapest/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29345184-one-night-in-budapest

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x