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New Release: Bondage Bites, edited by Alison Tyler (@alisontyler)

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce the release of Bondage Bites, 69 super-short stories of love, lust and BDSM, edited by Alison Tyler. The collection contains my story, I’m Tied Up Right Now.

Here’s the blurb:

Get ready to kink your Kindle and hook up your Nook with these delightful and delicious short shorts from top BDSM eroticist Alison Tyler. Every kind of bondage is fully explored in this fun and romantic romp of kinky confections. Playful, inspirational and filled with surprises, Bondage Bites is a supremely pleasurable read.

Grab your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/bondage-bites/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23168281-bondage-bites

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

It’s My Birthday! – News and Celebrations

Hi everyone,

Since it’s my birthday (hip hip hooray!), I thought it would be a good excuse to swing by and give you some updates. There have been so many that I haven’t been able to squeeze them in amongst all my awesome guest bloggers and other posts – I like to only post one thing a day on here, if possible. Social media, of course, is fair game. As you probably already know, I waffle on rather a lot over there 😉

Firstly, today is the release of the WTRAFSOG box set number four, of which I’m excited to be a part. It’s a bundle of previously-released stories, including mine, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor. There’s a Facebook party taking place all day, and it’d be fantastic if you could swing by and say hello. It’s here.

Next up… just in case you missed it amongst all the insanity, these new books hit the shelves:

Smut by the Sea Volume 3 – co-edited by myself and Victoria Blisse, and containing my story, Hermit.

The Big Book of Submission – contains my story, Without Question.

Can’t Get Enough – contains my story, When He Gets Home.

Summer Loving – this one deserves a special mention. Not because the others are rubbish or anything, far from it, (trust me, click the links, check out the pages and read the reviews!) but because every single sale of this book is going to help Sommer Marsden and her family. Her husband, “the man” as he is affectionately known, has pancreatic cancer, and as such the family’s finances have been drastically reduced – as if the situation wasn’t stressful enough. So a bunch of fantastic writers have donated stories, with Alison Tyler compiling and editing them, and Selena Kitt’s eXcessica publishing them. And every penny goes to help Sommer and her family. That’s why I love the erotica and erotic romance community so much. Well, one of the many reasons, anyway! So please, if you can only buy one book, make it this one. My story is called Heat Upon Heat.

Also, the popular Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology from Evernight Publishing is now available in paperback format. Links here.

As if all that wasn’t exciting enough… I have two upcoming releases which I’d like to share (well, I have more than two, but these are the ones I can dish the dirt on!).

In just FOUR DAYS (told you I was excited) my second novel, Pack of Lies, will be released. It’s a paranormal erotic romance with both M/F and M/M pairings. I absolutely adored writing this book and hope that my readers enjoy it. There will be more information on Wednesday, of course,  but for now, here’s the blurb (and don’t you just love that cover?!):

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.

I’d love it if you could add it to your Goodreads shelves here.

And last but certainly not least, here’s some information on another bundle I’m taking part in. Unconditional Surrender is a M/M military erotic romance collection containing sixteen brand new novellas, including mine, Desert Heat, which is about a British Army soldier and his Afghani interpreter. Yum 😀 It’s due onto digital shelves in October. Here’s the blurb:

Strong. Sexy. Sizzling.

There’s nothing like a man in uniform, and sixteen of today’s hottest gay romance authors are celebrating military heroes and the men brave enough to love them.

These brand-new novellas feature all branches of the service and offer something for every reader. Almost 300,000 never before published words!

Contains stories from Cat Grant, Cassandra Carr, Annabeth Albert, Brien Michaels, L.A. Witt, E.M. Lynley, Lia Davis, Sasha Devlin, Sam Schooler, Lucy Felthouse, Rhi Etzweiler, Kerry Adrienne, Amelia Gormley, Keira Andrews, VJ Summers and Brit Blaise.

Add it to your Goodreads shelves here.

Think that lot will keep you going for a while? Hope so – I’m off to collapse in a corner with a cold drink 😉

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

A “Those Boys” Backstage Pass by Alison Tyler (@alisontyler)

Those Boys“Those Boys” is the sequel to a “novelette” I wrote for Go Deeper Press called “Those Girls.” (Currently, I’m going a little Star Wars and writing the prequel, a full-length novel called “Those Days.”)

But right now, I thought I’d hand you a backstage pass and slip you behind the scenes on “Those Boys.” In the story, I mention a few specific items:

Excerpt:

The dressing room door opened and a silver-haired man stepped out. I was leaning across the counter, talking shop with Elizabeth, when the man pranced by us, a pretty, pretty pony. He had that shimmering mane of shoulder-length hair, obviously a premature gray because his face was young and unlined. Before he spoke, I had him summed up neatly. He was one of those boys. Those “I like my hair” boys. Those “I need your approval of my outfit, and it will take me six hours to choose a shirt” boys.

Yes. I’d known boys like him before.

 

In my mind, the unique shirts that Rem is shopping for are by Rockmount. And they’re not just any Rockmounts, but the Vintage Western Shirts. You can check out the variety on my brand-new “Those Boys” Pinterest page.

Excerpt:

“Safe word,” I said again, “one you’ll be able to remember.”

His eyelashes fluttered. He looked wildly around the room. What was he thinking? Window. Chair. Black. Rug. Girl. I came closer to the bed. I bent and whispered five-dollar words to him. “Narcissist. Peacock. Pretty boy. Preener.”

“Peacock,” he selected, and I couldn’t help myself. I looked over at Vanessa and grinned at her. She had her back pressed against the wall. That dangerously sheer dress of hers did nothing to hide her perfect form, did nothing to offer her protection. But I could tell that she felt invincible with the dress on, especially in comparison to the naked and captured boy on the bed.

 

The dress worn by Vanessa apparently doesn’t exist in real life—trust me, I’ve looked—but you’ll find one on my board from All Saints.

Excerpt:

I’m going to say right now that the boy delighted me. All his sub attitude was gone when he was on the stage. Yes, he preened, as I had known he would. He tiptoed along the edge of the stage. He shimmied. He swiveled. He catwalked in those tight black jeans. The crowd adored him. I could imagine how easy he’d have it, snagging up girls to take home, tying them down however they wanted him to. He looked like he could make your wickedest, filthy dreams come true.

Vanessa danced in front of me, ever so gently rubbing her body against mine to the music. I let her, not caring that she had me hard, that she was doing her best to get a rise from me. I wanted to swallow the show. I wanted to devour Rem whole.

After the concert, we went to the dressing room. Rem was in his black jeans, no shirt, sweat still covering his torso. He didn’t look surprised to see us. He didn’t look frightened. He looked as if he needed me. I live for that look.

 

Rem’s band in my head was drawn from a mix of a few different musical groups, but influenced definitely by the performers at Rene and Arlene’s engagement party on True Blood mixed with a long defunct rock-a-billy band I was acquainted with back in the day. (And when I say “acquainted,” I mean, yes, I did make-out with the lead singer.)

And then, of course, there are the sex toys… Let’s never forget the sex toys.

• paddle

• crops

• purple anal beads

I’ll be posting more images as the “Those Boys” tour continues. Please stop by my blog for the line-up. And hey, shouldn’t dream-shopping guides always be this much kinky fun?

Those Boys Pinterest Board: http://www.pinterest.com/LaptopTrollop/those-boys/

Those Boys Tour Guide: http://alisontyler.blogspot.com/2014/06/those-fucking-gorgeous-boys.html

Alison Tyler is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and The Delicious Torment. Her work has been hailed as “kink that makes you think” by the Portland Book Review and she’s been called “a hell of a writer” by super-star Violet Blue. Visit her at alisontyler.blogspot.com and follow her at twitter.com/alisontyler.

Guest Blogger: Alison Tyler

Inked

Dark Secret LoveYou remember Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man? Well, I was going to be the illustrated woman. Oh, yes. I was. From the moment I first walked into a tattoo parlor, I was addicted. There’s an intensity once you make the decision to let someone write on you. Permanently. I got my first tattoo early, and then I slowly started to add the designs.

At some point in my journey I came up with the brainiac decision to get inked for every book I sold. (No, not individual copies. But every time I signed a contract I planned to celebrate with fresh ink.) I had no idea (obviously) that I was going to be even remotely capable of selling books. I thought I might sign for one here, one there. Based on how many rejections I received for my shorts, I believed book deals would be a long time coming…

When I got to Blue Sky Sideways, I stopped. I could not decide how to commemorate that particular title. A window? A cloud? A swath of blue. A sill. The word “sideways” in cobalt written, you know, sideways…

Being tattooed is important to me. I wrote about one inking session in Dark Secret Love, my new meta-novel.

On Sunday night, his last night in town, Connor took me up to the Sunset Strip Tattoo parlor and explained to the man behind the counter exactly what he wanted. As if he were the proprietor, Connor led me to the back room and lowered my jeans, and I dropped my chin to my chest, mortified, not only because Connor was baring my ass to strangers but because I sported bruises from when his silver buckle had caught my skin, magenta stripes from his belt, those fine thin welts from his crop. On a fair space of skin on my right hip (had Connor intentionally left that patch alone?), the tattoo artist transferred the cherries that Connor had chosen for me. Connor held my hands in his, and I looked into his eyes and stayed totally still. This was not my first tattoo, but it was the first one given to me.

“I can tell she’s a naughty girl,” the man said casually, as we got ready to leave. “But keep that bandage on for at least two hours, and then rub lotion in.”

We fucked one last time on Lois’s bed that night. We fucked until dawn, when Connor took off the bandage and touched me so softly, so tenderly, that it made me shake more powerfully than anything else we’d done. I’d taken pain for him. I’d been marked for him. I’d done everything I set out to do.

Even now, when I drive by tattoo parlors, I have the urge to pull in. To roll up a sleeve. To lower my jeans. I crave that sensation. The connection of the ink traveling past the surface layers. The point of the pen and the tip of my soul.

 

Dark Secret Love is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US and all other good book stores.

Alison Tyler is the author of more than twenty-five erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and the upcoming sequel: The Delicious Torment. She has edited 50 anthologies from Cleis Press and written several novellas, including Those Girls for Go Deeper Press. Visit her at alisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 and she’s a total insomniac.

Fancy Some Sudden Sex?

Who doesn’t, eh? Well, you’ve come *ahem* to the right place. The fabulous Alison Tyler has compiled the Sudden Sex anthology, which is full of 69 hot and quick stories (including two of mine – The Not-So-Blushing Bride and At the Car Wash). Here, I’ve reviewed two of them, so you can get an idea of what this super hot book is all about.

The Scribe by Tabitha Rayne

A nameless woman has an unusual use for pen, paintbrushes and ink. When her lover walks in on her kinky interlude, she’s embarrassed, ashamed. But he forcefully sweeps aside such notions and demands to know, and see, more of what she’s been up to. He quickly embraces the idea, joins in, resulting in a highly sensual and inventive sexual encounter, which will make all the hairs stand up on the back of your neck – in a good way.

A smokin’ hot quickie from Tabitha Rayne, and one that will appeal to creative and artistic types.

Crawling Through Temptation by Elise Hepner

Lela and Max are celebrating their one year anniversary by going caving – an idea many would find bizarre, but given the hobby was how they met, it’s the perfect way to celebrate. Crawling through narrow tunnels and caves, it’s difficult to see how the story is going to become erotic, but it soon becomes apparent as the tiny space opens out, and the couple indulge in something else they enjoy – one another.

Brief, but intensely sexy, this is a quirky and exciting tale from Elise Hepner.

Sound like your thing? Well, what are you waiting for? Sudden Sex is available several months earlier than originally anticipated, so why not take advantage?

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So Hot You’ll Burn Your Fingers

The Big Book of BondageThat’s definitely a phrase I’d use to describe The Big Book of Bondage, just released by Alison Tyler. I had been aiming to get a story published in one of Alison’s anthologies, and was absolutely delighted when she accepted not one, but three of my stories. One of them is in The Big Book of Bondage, and the others are coming later this year. But anyway, that’s not the point of this post, I just wanted to have a tiny squee there 😉

Alison had the fab idea of doing a blog tour whereby people would review a single story from the collection on their or Alison’s blog. I nabbed Alison’s story, and here are my thoughts on Burned:

Um… wow. I could leave it there, leave you guessing, but I won’t. This is a kinky tale about a recently married woman, Lola, whose ex-lover comes back into her life. Her ex-lover happens to be a woman. A woman who tied her up, spanked her, belted her, made her come like she’d never come before. Jenny is also a very unpleasant person. A thief, a liar, a dragon, a bitch and a heartbreaker. So Lola is worried when she turns up, worried she’s going to ruin things between her and her husband, Rick. Rick, on the other hand, is fascinated by Jenny, about how hers and Lola’s relationship used to be. Despite Lola’s attempts to keep Jenny at arm’s length, she manages to get what she wants from the married couple, threatening to burn their relationship to the ground.

This was one seriously hot story. I don’t want to say any more and spoil it, but this is a fantastic example of a bondage story, one that has emotional sensation as well as physical. It’s kinky, sexy, and most importantly, it keeps you guessing. I didn’t see the ending coming, but I suspect that is exactly what Tyler wanted. Another top read from a top name in erotica. 

Want bondage? Get your copy of The Big Book of Bondage here.

New Release: The Big Book of Bondage

The Big Book of BondageI’m delighted to announce the release of my first story purchased by Alison Tyler. Balancing the Books is a quirky and unusual bondage story that I’m very proud of, and it appears in The Big Book of Bondage.

Here’s more information on the anthology:

Surrender to your fantasies. Every submissive willingly does: bound and helpless, expecting the ecstasy of her master’s lash. Never mind the leather—clothed or naked, she is stripped down to only the most basic physical and emotional need, completely exposed. But it’s this swirl of sensations and feelings that combine in a perfect storm of kink and makes the seemingly impossible not only occur, but happen in a way that creates a sexy good time for everyone involved. The sensual stories that Alison Tyler has assembled in this collection delve into the dynamics of relationships filled with such unrestrained passion, revealing a world of beautiful contradictions that will thrill and inspire you. Some of these tales show how the everyday can be instantly transformed into pulse-quickening moments laced with eroticism.

Nobody likes bondage more than Alison Tyler who is endlessly fascinated with the sensation of giving up, giving in, of putting one’s pleasure (and pain) into the hands of another. To her, bondage means “I trust you to keep me safe,” and yet BDSM can also mean, “I trust you to hurt me.” Because the most important part of bondage, of dominance, of all the slippery ways one can play with those concepts is trust.In the BDSM realm, trust involves crops, whips, blindfolds, handcuffs, paddles, belts, gags, and toys. How deliciously, devilishly twisted is that?

And here’s an excerpt from my story:

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Philip’s head and trickled into his hairline. He’d been lying flat on his back on the cold parquet floor for what felt like hours. Realistically, it probably hadn’t even been one hour, but because he’d been trying so hard not to move a muscle for fear of toppling the stack of hardback books resting on his abdomen, every single minute was torture.

And yet, at the same time, it was complete and utter bliss. Giovanna was sitting on a wooden chair, the legs of which were either side of his hips – as were hers – and she was using the pile of books as a table. She idly flipped the pages of the weighty tome she was pretending to read, and studiously ignored Philip, as though he really were nothing but a table.

Philip’s cock had never been so hard. He was torn. Part of him wanted the books to fall so Giovanna’s beautiful eyes would flash with anger and she would punish him the very best way she knew how. The other part wanted to please her, in the hope that she might let him bury his face between her thighs and lick her delicious pussy to orgasm, and maybe, just maybe, be allowed to come himself.
Another droplet of sweat followed the first one into his rapidly dampening hair. Philip’s erection strained beneath his clothes, and he decided to try and distract himself by thinking of something else. Trees. Taxes. Tridents.

It didn’t work. Instead, his mind wandered to how he’d gotten into this predicament in the first place.

Giovanna was Philip’s boss – in the usual employment sense, as well as the mistress and slave sense. Just a few short weeks back, he’d been wandering the high street of the town he lived in, and had come across an amazing-looking bookshop. He’d peered through the window, fascinated. The slightly gloomy interior was all dark wood and spiral staircases, and was a book lover’s wet dream. And Philip was a book lover. Turning, he made for the door. As he reached it, he noticed a sign stuck to the pane of glass in its centre.

EXPERIENCED BOOK-KEEPER WANTED.
COMPETITIVE RATES.
APPLY WITHIN.

Philip didn’t need a job. He was, in fact, a highly qualified accountant, and some of the past investments he’d made had come good and meant that he could live very comfortably off the profits. In fact, it wasn’t worth his time to work as the tax man would pinch even more of his pennies.

Philip didn’t need any books, either. His custom-built home library was fully stocked with an abundance of fiction and non-fiction, and he really needed to read and get rid of some of them before he started purchasing more.

He peered through the door, catching sight of a voluptuous bespectacled woman standing behind the till, writing in a notebook. She sure was easy on the eye, with her long dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and the hint of ample cleavage peeking out of the top of her blouse. She must have caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye because her head snapped up from what she was doing and she looked straight at him. Peering over the top of her glasses, she continued to gaze at him, unsmilingly. Many people would have found her demeanour cold; unapproachable.

Philip pushed open the door and walked in. Before he knew what he was doing he’d walked straight up the counter and the aloof woman behind it, and said,

“I’m interested in the job.”

She put down her pen and raised an eyebrow.

“And what are your qualifications?”

He was, in fact, vastly overqualified for the job she was offering. He could do the paperwork for the bookshop standing on his head. With one hand tied behind his back. However, the cool, unimpressed stare the woman gave him made him want to impress her – and so he gave her the full whammy of his qualifications and experience.

The woman’s face had remained impassive.

“It sounds as though you’re used to much bigger accounts than you’d be dealing with here. Why on earth are you interested in this job?”

Because I want to fuck you.

 

Want a copy? Get yours here.