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My Sexy Saturday #58 – A Sexy Valentine #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 a snippet from my story, The Next Big Thing, which appears in the just-released Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires anthology, which is just $0.99/99p for a limited time!

“Oh?” Surprise seemed to be her default setting for the day. “You’re buying it for yourself, then?”

He grinned. “Yes. No point in lying now, is there? What can I say—the, uh, subject matter floats my boat.”

“Really?” The guy grew more intriguing by the second. And now she came to think about it, he was hot, too. Tall, just a touch wider than athletic, dark cropped hair, a couple of days’ worth of scruff, and browny-green eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. An image of him, naked and blindfolded and on his knees before her popped into Catriona’s mind, but he spoke before she could explore it any further.

“Yes, really.” A faint flush coloured his cheeks, and a responding burst of heat hit Catriona, only much lower down. He was adorable. “Sorry if that was too much information, but I figured since you’re here, that maybe we had that, uh, interest in common. But then, you never said you were buying it for yourself…” He tailed off, ran a hand through his hair and looked chagrined. “Sorry.”

“No,” she said, reaching out and touching his arm, “it’s okay. No need to apologise. You’re right—we do… I mean, I am buying it for myself.” Damn, now she was the one blushing. “I’m just not used to people being so honest about this kind of thing, especially to total strangers.”

“You’re right,” he said, holding a hand out, “I’m sorry. I’m Elijah. Pleased to meet you.”

Catriona took the proffered hand and shook it, trying not to think about how it would feel caressing her naked skin. “I’m Catriona. So, what—now we’re not total strangers any more, then it’s okay to overshare?”

Get your copy of Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sexy-just-got-rich-brit-babes-do-billionaires/

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Out Tomorrow – Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires @8britbabes #erotica #romance #bdsm

Hi lovelies,

Just popping by to let you know that the second Brit Babes collection, Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires is out tomorrow! We’re proud to announce the release of our BDSM billionaire collection just in time for the Fifty Shades of Grey film – fans of Doms/Dommes and rich folk are going to be absolutely in their element! The collection will be available at an introductory price of just $0.99/99p for a limited time, then we’ll raise the price, so be sure and grab yours at a bargain price! There’s such a wonderful variety of stories in this collection – billionaires will never be the same again 😉

Here’s the blurb:

Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this brand new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

You can read an excerpt and pre-order your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sexy-just-got-rich-brit-babes-do-billionaires/

So, what are you waiting for? Kink up your Kindle now!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Billionaires Abound… by Sommer Marsden (@sommer_marsden)

Really. They were everywhere for a while there. I guess we can thank Christian Grey for that one. And how many are there in the real world? I have no answer, maybe you do. Probably more than I expect but a lot less than the fiction world would lead us to believe. So when I was asked by an editor I adore to write an erotic romance that maybe included a rich guy, I had to think…how rich did I want to make him?

Lost In YouI wanted Dorian Martin to be believably rich. Not the kind of rich where I’d be like: really? Who can do that? Who can afford that? So I settled for old money. Family money. And just enough of it to have some luxury without testing the limits of my belief.

I have to admit, now that he’s available for the world to read, I think Dorian turned out quite yummy. Buying and revamping a luxury mall, having access to a small private plane, wooing a girl with his magical key that opens any store, offering up a trip to Paris…not very hard to believe for a lot of people.

And he’s not just rich. He’s handsome, funny, kind but no pushover. He’s perfectly imperfect and the kind of man it would be damn near impossible not to fall in love with. More than anything, he’s one of my favorite heroes ever. He’s a dream come true and not just because he has some moolah but because he had a very generous heart. And his body certainly isn’t hard to look at.

What’s not to like?

Blurb:

Trapped inside a luxury mall during a violent storm, small town girl, Clover Brite, is thrust into the arms of international playboy Dorian Martin. Lightning strikes inside the building as well as outside…

Clover is the site manager for the renovation of the Baltimore Rotunda and first meets the owner, Dorian, when the ‘storm of the century’ traps the two of them inside the luxury mall. Upscale stores surround them and all are available at the end of Dorian’s keyring, and though money doesn’t impress her much, they begin to fall for each other.

Too aware of the differences between them and struggling with angst from her childhood, Clover flees back to her small town world. Dorian follows in hot pursuit. But will Clover realise that what happened that stormy night could lead to a future?

Excerpt:

He pulled me to him, his hand chivalrously against my lower back. He held my right hand, not stiffly and formally but close to his chest, and pressed his cheek to mine. We danced.

I shut my eyes and simply let myself be. I didn’t want to analyse this situation, I wanted to cherish it.

He hummed softly and we rocked. It wasn’t a big shiny dance number, it was subtle. It wasn’t that flashy movie moment, it was two people holding each other and moving just a bit as a storm raged outside.

‘What are you humming?’ I whispered. It felt right to whisper.

‘You don’t recognise it?’

I inhaled deeply and the scent of Dorian Martin filled my head. It was magical. It made me feel unhinged in the most wonderful way.

‘I do but I can’t quite put my finger on it.’

‘My mother used to play it endlessly when I was growing up. On an album, no less.’

That made me laugh. ‘You really are ancient, right?’

He chuckled. I felt him kiss my hair and desire, sudden and startling, hit me. I tried to remember wanting a man the way I found myself wanting this one. I couldn’t recall a single instance.

‘I know. Old as dirt.’ Then he turned me slowly and I could see the empty marquee over his shoulder. He hummed a bit more and then, softly, ‘Strangers in the Night . . .’

I smiled. ‘Only it’s not night.’

‘Sounds better than strangers in the rainy afternoon.’

‘Strangers in a monsoon?’ I teased.

‘It’s actually a super-storm. Like a sci-fi movie.’

‘When does the octosharkogator arrive?’

‘I’m not sure,’ he said. Up close his eyes were a true evergreen. He watched me intently. I’d never felt more naked. Especially while utterly clothed and upright.

‘Oh.’ I’d run out of pithy responses.

‘But I know I’d better do this before it gets here.’

We didn’t stop moving. We kept rocking gently, more of a cooperative sway than a dance, as he pushed his hands into my hair and held my head. His mouth was warm and soft and tasted of sweet red wine.

When he kissed me, I felt something in me crumble. Some part that I had fought to hold tight to, calm and stiff against all worry and loneliness. I had my grandmother, sure, but that was all I had. I treasured her but it was no substitute for some kind of romantic attachment in my life. I didn’t need a knight in shining armour, but a person to share things with wouldn’t hurt. It was a fact I rarely let myself examine. A craving I rarely let myself surrender to.

I kissed him back and the hunger in that kiss scared me. It was terrifying, in that moment, how my hands roamed over him and my heart beat just for him. How the sound I made was a very simple broadcast of desire. Normally I’d have been mortified, horrified, embarrassed.

I wasn’t. I was happy right there, right then, in his arms as the weather raged on.

[To be continued]

 

Buy Links:

Mischief Books | Amazon USAmazon UK

 

Sommer MarsdenBio:

Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Called “one of the top storytellers in the erotic genre” by Violet Blue, Sommer Marsden writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Ellora’s Cave, Excessica, Xcite Books and Resplendence Publishing. She’s the author of numerous erotic novels including Lost in You, Restricted Release, Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, and Learning to Drown. Visit http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

An Interview with Victoria Blisse

Please welcome my friend, fellow Northern Bird, fellow Brit Babe, fellow editor and co-author, Victoria Blisse. Wow, we do a lot together, don’t we? It must be a good sign that we’re not sick of each other yet 😉 Anyway, I interviewed Victoria about herself, her writing, her latest release and more, so check it out.

1. Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Okay, I’m Victoria Blisse. I love to bake, sew and read when I’m not writing and when I am writing I’m serving up sexy stories about Rubenesque beauties.  Writing is my life, as is being a wife and a mum. My guilty love is Strictly Come Dancing and if you want to buy me a sweet treat I love Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. Mmm, yum.

2. Give us the background on your latest release.

Sharing Nicely features not one but two hot billionaires with a curvy cutie who won’t take no for an answer. She gets these two sworn enemies to share nicely and both spend one night with her.

It was a fun novel to write and gave me an opportunity to write about a masquerade ball, something I’m fascinated by.

3. How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I’ve always written, well, since I was old enough to know how to. I’ve written stories and poems forever and got erotic about 12 years ago. I haven’t looked back since! I was first published in 2006 and now have over 50 stories out there and published ranging from short stories to novels.

4.  What are you currently working on?

I’m editing up a novella which I’m hoping to extend into a novel. Originally I wrote the novella in a weekend (yeah, really!) and I’m enjoying going back over it and expanding on it. The working title is Unscripted Desires and the story is set in a theatre.

5.  Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

I pick up inspiration everywhere and anywhere, often when I’m sitting on a bus or train, actually. My WIP has a hero who’s very similar in my mind to John Simm, better known as The Master from Doctor Who. Mmm, tasty.

6.  Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

In five years time I’ll have a daughter who’s finished secondary school, wow. I would like to see me still writing, being published and keeping my readers happy.

I love my life just as it is.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny?   Love me some skinny goodness. Mmm.

Tall or short? Whichever way he comes. 😉

Boxers or briefs? Boxers

Moustache or beard? Neither *shudders* but if I have to choose, moustache.

Long hair or shaven head? Long Hair I reckon, something to hang on to.

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos are pretty!

Intelligent or funny? Gah, can’t I have both? I do love a funny guy, though.

Blond, brunette or red head? I don’t care, really. I do have a soft spot for gingers though.

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? I love David Tennent of Dr Who Fame. It’s all in the eyes.

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) I would like Shakira to show me how to wiggle my hips like she does!

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) Will Young, he sounds like a strangled cat!

Favourite food All of it! I do love cheesecake and meringue and chocolate and parsnips and…no, I can’t choose really.

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) One? Just one? You cruel thing. Okay I’ll go with my favourite Romance, Jane Eyre.

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) Scarborough, the bestest Seaside town in the world. I’ve been there at least once a year since I was a kid.

Anything else you’d like to add?  Thanks for having me!

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Excerpt:

“So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll get Chester to bring the limo round.”

“We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.

“Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”

If the billionaires could be so abrupt with me, I’d be snappy with them.

“Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going back to my hotel.”

“Where are you staying?”

While the boys argued amongst themselves I took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With the business I’d secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away from Diamonds long enough.

When I walked back over to them the boys were silent.

“So, are we actually ready now?”

Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into mine and smiling.

“Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying at the same hotel.”

“Wonderful,” I smiled, intensely relieved. “Lead the way.”

Darren took hold of my other arm and we strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car to the driver who was way, way down at the front.

“Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of the limo and pressed a button.

“Yes, please, Chester.”

I would have liked more space to actually enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions. Both were squeezed up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly crazy.

“What perfume are you wearing?” Darren ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.

“Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My mind went completely blank.

“You smell good enough to eat.” Darren continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.

“Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”

“Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”

Tension zinged through me, sexual and otherwise. These two guys who I’d only just met were making me into a battlefield. They were warring to control me.

I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways. I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.

But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.

I waited for the next move but we pulled up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the elements.

They whisked me across the marble frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy. There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever imagined visiting.

We moved across the hall into the bar. Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.

“What would you like to drink?” Darren asked and smirked at Greg.

“I’d love a glass of water, really,” I replied, “I’m so thirsty.”

“I’ll get them to send over some water too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all after all.”

Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.

“Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me. “Champagne sounds good.”

When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.

“Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”

“This is you being nice?”

“Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”

“No.” I was very firm, it surprised even me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“God, woman. You’re infuriatingly stubborn.” He growled.

“Now that is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.” I laughed.

Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”

“I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.

“Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.

“Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in and kissed him. He was shocked, almost as much as I was. His lips were hard and ungiving for a moment—I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far—but then they melted, opened and pushed back and I felt his pent-up arousal running into me. I released my frustrated desire with every move of my lips.

We pulled apart and I had to pant to regain my breath while he licked his lips like he was savouring the taste.

“I’ll do it for you,” he said. I was intoxicated with the power of having him under my control.

“Hey, I want one too.” Darren came back, placed a glass of water before me and pressed his lips to mine. His were plump and giving. He prodded his tongue between my lips, into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and control of me. I felt like I might explode into a million pieces. I hadn’t been kissed in months and now I’d had two smoking hot smooches in as many minutes from two very hot but very different men.

“Okay,” I gasped when he pulled away, “now you’re even.”

The guys glowered at each other. I looked around the room to calm my nerves. Not a single person looked at us. Obviously such things happened often in bars of high-class hotels. It didn’t happen often to me. At all, in fact. I wondered if I was dreaming. I pinched my thigh below the table. It hurt. I definitely wasn’t dreaming.

A tall, skinny waiter brought us a bottle of champagne stood in a silver ice bucket. Balanced on his tray were three tall flutes. He transferred everything to our table with great pomp. I was in awe of his skill.

“Thank you,” I called. He nodded his head politely and walked off.

I knew a little about wine and champagne, only because my barman told me what I needed to order. The champagne in the bucket was clearly expensive—I’d never even heard of the name—and it was suitably French, obviously. I was sure Darren had ordered the most expensive in the place just to outdo Greg. I outdid both of them by just sipping at my water.

“Shall we take the rest of the bottle to my room?”

I nearly choked when I heard what Greg had said.

“Pardon?”

“Well, you wanted us to share nicely and I don’t think that even in an establishment like this where confidentiality is taken seriously we could share you, nicely or otherwise, right here in the bar.”

It took a moment to register that Greg Stamford, billionaire high-flyer and serious hottie, was propositioning me for a threesome. I’d agreed to it earlier, but it still seemed too much like a fairy tale to be actually real.

“I agree, mate. We’d get chucked out. Want to go to my room? It’s the Ambassador Suite.” Darren announced this like I should be impressed. Maybe it was the most expensive room in the hotel? I wasn’t sure.

“My room has the best view over the city,” Greg snapped.

“Yes, that’s what they tell people who can’t get in the Ambassador Suite.”

“Boys, stop it.” My voice was quite loud. The low murmur of conversation stopped for a moment, then carried on.

“Look. You are both very rich, I get it. You both want to be top dog, I get that too, but would you stop bickering like bloody schoolboys, okay? I am very flattered, truly, and I never in a million years would have imagined being in this situation…” I left the sentence hanging and gathered my thoughts.

“Please don’t say no.” Darren’s smile dissipated. “I’m sorry.”

“Well—” I tried to continue with my tirade. I had the moral high ground. I was going to say thanks but no thanks and leave both gentleman hanging, but say that I hoped they’d both still honour their bookings. I was going to make a stand, I really was. Then… Well, I’m not quite sure what happened.

“I’m sorry too,” Greg added. “We’re just billionaires used to getting our own way. Let’s go to the Ambassador Suite, it’s a lovely room.”

Had I heard that right? Had Greg Stamford apologised and ceded to his most hated rival?

“Yes, let’s,” Darren nodded. “Please, Kerry?”

I challenge any woman alive to not cave in when hit with not one but two sets of puppy dog eyes from intensely handsome men. I couldn’t do it.

“Come on then,” I whispered, “lead the way.”

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Sharing NicelyTwo hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?

Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.

Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.

Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.

Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.

Book Link: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/sharing-nicely

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Victoria BlisseBio:

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s Resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

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Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!