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Screaming Orgasm – Kinky Cocktails and Digital Drinking!

Hi everyone,

As part of the celebration of the launch of Kristina Lloyd’s Undone blog tour there’s a cocktail party going on! Undone is set in a cocktail bar, so there’s themed blogging and a Facebook party, which you can find here.

We’ve all nabbed the name of a cocktail and will be sharing excerpts which match up with that name. So here goes… here’s a screaming orgasm from Stately Pleasures. Enjoy… the excerpt and the digital cocktail 😉


Stately PleasuresFuck, Alice. You are just so gorgeous. I love the fact that there’s plenty of you to go around. A man could get lost in your curves for ever. And I know I can treat you roughly and not break you. Ethan and I are very lucky to have you.’

She had absolutely no idea what to say to that, so she simply made some encouraging noises and rocked her hips up to meet his, hoping to distract him before he realised she hadn’t replied. It worked, and his gentle thrusts became faster and harder until Alice squeezed her eyes closed as blissful sensations swept through her body. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, but in a good way. With each upward stroke, Jeremy was managing to tease exquisite sensations from both her G-spot and her clitoris. If he thought he was going to come before she did, he had another think coming. Each movement pushed her closer and closer to the edge, and the hands that were gripping his muscular back curled, her nails digging into his skin.

‘Uh, fuck, Alice!’ His words sounded harsh, but his tone and the extra forceful jerk of his hips told her that he didn’t just like to give pain, he liked to receive it too. She didn’t think it was possible, but his cock grew harder inside her, and she became aware of just how close he was to his own climax.

‘Hey,’ she whispered, opening her eyes and urging him to do the same. ‘I’m almost there. Keep hitting that angle and we might just get there together.’

He said nothing, just nodded once. He kissed her, then pushed himself up on his hands again. Alice could no longer wrap her arms around him properly, so she got hold of his biceps instead. They weren’t quite as large as Ethan’s, but they still felt damn good beneath her fingers. She couldn’t help herself – she squeezed the muscles, digging her nails into their firmness and smirking as the pain caused Jeremy to grunt and pick up his pace even further.

Alice bowed as the sensations rushing through her body reached fever pitch and her climax became a dam on the edge of breaking. Her nails dug harder into Jeremy’s arms, her toes curled and she let out a stream of unintelligible sounds as she inched closer and closer to coming. A handful more thrusts – and the consequent strokes against her clit – later and she was screaming her climax until she was hoarse. It was long, hard, and intense, and she was vaguely aware of Jeremy yelling his own release as her internal walls gripped his cock like a vice.

Writhing beneath him, she sucked in hasty breaths as the blissful sensations of her orgasm raced through her body. Eventually, they began to wane, and she relaxed into the soft, cushiony material beneath her. Jeremy slumped onto her and dropped gentle kisses to her face and lips, before snuggling his face into the crook of her neck. He sighed happily, and murmured something that Alice didn’t catch.

‘What did you say? I didn’t hear.’

He raised his head enough that he could whisper into her ear. ‘I said that was absolutely amazing.’


Grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20718063-stately-pleasures


Now be sure to join us at the Facebook party, and Kristina’s place!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Delicious Torment from Alison Tyler (@alisontyler)

I’m delighted to welcome Alison Tyler to my blog today to give us a tantalising teaser from her new novel, The Delicious Torment.


The Delicious TormentIn The Delicious Torment, Sam falls down the rabbit hole. That is, if the rabbit hole is a new term for a glistening pit of jealousy. She not only has to learn to deal with her own desires, but she has to decide whether she can deal with Jack’s. That is, if what Jack wants isn’t only her. If what Jack desires is Alex, as well. How does she do? Well, see for yourself…


What the fuck? I thought. Oh, Jesus. What was going on?

Jack stood behind Alex, and he had a flogger in place. My mind tripped over itself in a mad rush to explain the situation. But my pussy didn’t need any explanation. I grew instantly wet at the sight, as I realized I hadn’t seen Jack in action like this before. Not outside of gazing into a mirror while he punished me, making me watch while he tanned my ass for me.

This was different. Jack was in charge of someone else’s pain. Someone else’s ultimate pleasure. Have I ever felt such a surge of white-hot jealousy before? I can’t think of a time. My stomach twisted, but my sex responded as strongly as if Jack had picked up a flogger and walked toward me.

Alex didn’t say a word. Didn’t make a sound. Jack leaned forward, so that his strong chest pressed firmly against Alex’s naked back, and I could imagine the words he was whispering in Alex’s ear. I told myself that this was about me—about Alex being unable to tail me proficiently. But that was only the story I made up for myself. I had no idea what the true dynamic was between these two men. I’d come into their game late. Alex had been working for Jack since his senior year in college. They had history I couldn’t begin to unravel.

Jack took a step back and started to work, and I saw Alex’s muscles tighten and release upon each blow. The room was starting to fill up as more guests arrived. There were a host of devices in the room, and I could hear different sounds as other slaves were buckled into place, or whipped, or chastised. But that was white noise to me. I was focused, intent, on the action right before my eyes.

Too intent, it turned out. Because before I was aware of what was going on, a queenly platinum-blonde woman in tight black satin stepped in front of me. She gripped my chin in her hand and forced me to face her. I tried to pull away, wanting to watch now as Jack dropped the flogger and reached for a crop. Some other little minion nearby undid Alex’s belt and dropped his slacks. And oh, I wanted to see that.

The woman, displeased that I had not paid her proper attention slapped my cheek hard and I broke from my daze.

“Jack’s asked me to take care of you,” she explained, her voice cold. “While he’s busy.”

I nodded, quickly, trying to catch up with the script that seemed to be moving at fast forward. Alex was groaning. Not loudly, butt loud enough for me to hear. I really wanted to know was what Jack was saying to him. The burn of jealousy intensified, and I would have wept had the lady before me not forced my focus on her deep green eyes. Fake green, I saw immediately. Too emerald to be true.

To my horror, she released the cuffs and the bindings holding me in place. She was going to take me somewhere else, somewhere away from Jack. I pulled back from her immediately. No thought of what might happen. No consideration of who she was, who she might be. I could not leave Jack and Alex by themselves—even if they were “by themselves” in a room of people. I wanted to see how Jack touched Alex afterwards. Would he be gentle with him? Would he wrap Alex in his arms? That thought made me want to double over, my stomach clenched.

The woman was not someone to mess with. I should have understood that by the fact that she’d slapped my face within seconds of “meeting” me. She gripped my hair in her hand and pulled back, hard, and in seconds, she had assistants at her side, two men who crowded close to me. They didn’t touch me. But their sheer size was intimidating. I looked from her to the men and then back to her again.

“Jack has asked that we take care of you,” she said, and her voice was lulling now, as if she intended to quiet me, the way you’d soothe a spooked animal. “Will you come on your own?”

I looked at the men, looked through the gap between them to Jack and Alex, and I felt myself digging in my heels. Quite literally. I was going nowhere until Jack told me to. They could drag me out, and I’d cause a scene, and maybe that’s what people around here lived for, but I’d take that risk.

“Jack has to tell me that himself,” I said, and I saw a glimmer of something in the woman’s faux jewel eyes. A flicker of understanding. She touched one of the men’s shoulders and nodded, and he headed over to where Jack was now methodically cropping Alex. I could see the marks, the welts, and I felt a shudder work through me.

There was a hushed conversation out of my earshot, and then Jack leaned against Alex once more, and I knew in my head he was promising pain, more pain, in a moment. Then Jack was at my side, and the lady and her enforcers gave us space. “They’re to get you ready for me,” he said. “Don’t worry so much.”

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US and all other good booksellers.

Alison Tyler is the author of The Delicious Torment, the sequel to Dark Secret Love (both published by Cleis Press and Black Lace Books). She has edited anthologies for Harlequin, Plume, Cleis, and Pretty Things Press. Visit her at alisontyler.blogspot.com for kink and coffee.

Alison Tyler is loyal to coffee (black), lipstick (red), and tequila (straight). She has tattoos, but no piercings; a wicked tongue, but a quick smile; and bittersweet memories, but no regrets. She believes it won’t rain if she doesn’t bring an umbrella, prefers hot and dry to cold and wet, and loves to spout her favorite motto: You can sleep when you’re dead. She chooses Led Zeppelin over the Beatles, the Cure over NIN, and the Stones over everyone. Yet although she appreciates good rock, she has a pitiful weakness for 80s hair bands.

In all things important, she remains faithful to her partner of eighteen years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume.

Visit her website at www.alisontyler.com.

Interview with Portia Da Costa

I’m very (very, very) excited to announce that I have Portia Da Costa on my site today. Portia’s books were some of the first erotic books I ever read, and I’ve enjoyed her work ever since. I’m delighted that she’s here today to tell a little more about her writing career in general, and what other naughty goodness she has coming out.


Thanks so much for agreeing to be interviewed, it’s great to have you here. So here are a few questions to help readers to get to know you better.

Have you always written? How did you get started?

No, I didn’t start writing until I was in my thirties. I’ve always been an avid reader, but before that it had never occurred to me that someone like me could write a book or a story. But then, I started attending Star Trek and media conventions and I became friends with lots of lovely fan fiction writers there. I didn’t write Trek fiction myself, but I did try my hand at writing a short story to celebrate another fandom I was into at the time… and I was completely amazed to find I *could* actually write something. It was pretty terrible, admittedly, but it was a start. I went on to write more stories in that series, learning as I went, and eventually I decided that I’d try and get something published. The stories I’d been writing were erotic, but also romantic, so I set my sights on Mills & Boon initially. Getting accepted by Mills & Boon was as tough then as it is now, so after half a dozen attempts, I switched to submitting my work to erotica publishers instead. Last year however, Mills & Boon reprinted one of my HQN books in the UK. It’s only taken me twenty five years to get there! LOL

Did you write other genres before erotica and erotic romance?

Not really. I’ve been writing romantic erotica from day one, really, although I have also written a couple of sweeter romances since.

How did you start writing erotica and erotic romance?

I think I’ve pretty much covered that one in my previous answers. I’ve always written erotica and erotic romance. Many of my friends in fan fiction were writing the more erotic stuff, so it seemed natural for me to start there too.

What was the first piece you had published, and where?

It was a short story called THE MAN IN BLACK, and it was published in Forum magazine in 1991. My first erotic novel was published in 1992, and my first Black Lace novel, GEMINI HEAT, was published in 1994. Curiously enough, the hero of Gemini Heat is a gorgeous billionaire who’s into BDSM… so there’s nothing new under the sun, is there?

How did you feel about your first publication?

Elated! I found it hard to believe it had actually happened, even though I knew it had. I was still feeling that only ‘other people’ could be real writers, not me.

How did you come up with your pen name?

After I’d been writing for my first publisher for a little while, I had a book accepted for Black Lace and they asked me to come up with a new pseudonym. Fast! That evening, I watched ‘A Fish Called Wanda’ and the character of Archie had a daughter called ‘Portia’. The next day, I was watching some motorcycle racing on the telly, and heard the orthopaedic surgeon who looked after the riders referred to as ‘Doctor Da Costa’. Ta da!

What did you do before you started writing full time?

For many years I worked as a librarian, and then after that, I worked as a clerical officer in Local Government.

What inspires you?

It’s hard to pin that down. Ideas just seem to come to me out of the blue, but sometimes they’re prompted by something I’ve seen on the television, or in a film. Or something I’ve read in books, magazines, newspapers, or online. Or something I’ve seen when I’m out and about, in everyday life, or something I’ve overheard. It’s like a lot of little things gather in my subconscious and gradually blend together to make a story idea.

Who inspires you?

As a muse? Well, it’s usually some gorgeous actor or singer or other famous man that’s taken my fancy. My current inspiration is mainly Simon Baker, as the Mentalist, with a side order of Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock. In the past I’ve written books and stories with heroes inspired by Vincent D’Onofrio, James Marsters, Edward Norton, Dean Cain, David Krumholtz and many, many others… oh, I’ve had dozens of crushes!

What’s next for Portia Da Costa?

Well, I’ve got THE ACCIDENTAL CALL GIRL out now, and the next book in that series will be THE ACCIDENTAL MISTRESS, which continues the love story of John Smith, an urbane, kinky, drop dead gorgeous multi-millionaire, and Lizzie Aitchison, the young woman he originally met in a bar and at first believed to be an escort! These two have a fiery passionate relationship, but they both have issues that stand in the way of them reaching ‘happily ever after’. They’ll get there in the end, but it’s not going to be an easy ride…

THE ACCIDENTAL MISTRESS is out in August, and THE ACCIDENTAL BRIDE, the conclusion to Lizzie and John’s love story, is out in October.

I’ve also got the second novel in my Ladies’ Sewing Circle series out in May/June. It’s called DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH, and it’s super-hot Victorian historical romance about two distant cousins, Adela and Wilson Ruffington, who have a thorny, difficult relationship, but who still can’t keep their hands off one another. As well as Diamonds, I’ve also got a Ladies’ Sewing Circle novella anthology coming out, called A GENTLEWOMAN’S QUARTET. This features all four of the Sewing Circle stories, originally published as Spice Briefs, and it’ll be published on the 15th March.

Bonus question: What do you think about “that book” and how it’s affected the erotica and erotic romance industry?

I’ve never read ‘that book’. When I’m writing, I always read mainly outside my own genre, in order to bring fresh and different ideas to my own books and stories. I’m very grateful to ‘that book’ though, because it’s generated a wider interest in erotica and erotic romance, and that’s brought my books to the attention of many, many more readers, ones who may not have discovered my work otherwise.


The Accidental Call GirlThe Accidental Call Girl

When Lizzie Aitchison meets John Smith in the Lawns Bar of the Waverley Grange Hotel she doesn’t realise at first that he thinks she’s “working”. The chemistry between them is dynamite from the very first glance exchanged across the room, and she can’t resist the allure of his fallen angel face and the way his lean body looks in a sharp business suit. Pretty soon, she’s playing a dangerous game with him. John’s a no nonsense guy who seems to be set on engaging an escort for sex rather than simply meeting a pretty girl to chat up in a bar, and if that’s the only way she can get this gorgeous, irresistible man, Lizzie decides to act the part. Over just one drink, she becomes “Bettie”, the high class call girl…

Read an excerpt of The Accidental Call Girl

Available from Amazon.co.uk, Kindle UKKobo and UK Nook


Portia Da CostaAbout Portia Da Costa

Portia Da Costa is a SUNDAY TIMES best-selling British author of romance, erotic romance and erotica, whose short stories and novels have been published in the UK and elsewhere since 1991. She loves creating stories about sexy, likeable people in steamy, scandalous situations, and has written for various publishers over the years, including Black Lace, HQN, Spice Briefs, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press and a good many others. Though her best known titles are mainly contemporary erotic romance, she also enjoys writing super?hot Victorian historical romance, and erotic paranormals. She’s even turned her hand to a bit of erotic sci-fi and horror on occasion.

Recently, her Black Lace contemporary erotic romance IN TOO DEEP, reached Number #5 in the Sunday Times paperback fiction chart, with only books by E L James and Sylvia Day outselling her!

When Portia isn’t writing she’s usually to be found loafing around watching the television or reading the works of Agatha Christie or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sometimes both at once. She lives in the heart of West Yorkshire in the UK, with her long suffering husband and their two beloved cats, Mork and Mindy.

Find out more about Portia at the following…

Twitter: http://twitter.com/PortiaDaCosta

Website: http://www.portiadacosta.com

Mailing list: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/planetportia/

Blog: http://wendyportia.blogspot.com

Sunday Snog – Nimble Fingers

Sunday Snog

I Kissed a GirlHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Nimble Fingers, which is a hot virgin lesbian story featured in I Kissed a Girl, from Black Lace.

Sam grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a just-vacated cubicle suddenly shook me from my thoughts. We crammed into the tiny space, and she reached over me to lock the door. Just as I thought she was about to pounce, she unbuttoned her jeans before wriggling them and her panties down and crouching over the porcelain. Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of peeing. She looked up at me and my face must have been a picture because she laughed.

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen another woman pee before?”

“Of course I have, I just …” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t very well admit that I was thinking she’d been about to seduce me. How arrogant would that have sounded?

She stood up, completely unabashed and grabbed some paper to wipe herself, before pulling up her jeans and fastening them. She shuffled around to let me use the facilities and she watched me as I went. By this point, I was pretty confused. Did she want me or not? Or was she just teasing?

I didn’t have to wonder much longer. When I was all buttoned up and ready to go, Sam pushed me against the cold tiled wall of the cubicle and kissed me. Her body felt alien against mine, breasts pushing against my breasts, long hair tickling my collarbones and no hard lump in the groin. It felt different … but incredible. I relaxed into the embrace and opened my mouth to admit her tongue. Her lips were soft, as was her approach. It was passionate and intimate rather than rough. Her hand cupped my face and pulled me more tightly to her as she explored my mouth.

I felt my pussy getting hotter, and my juices starting to flow. Then, just as I was starting to get used to the feeling of kissing another woman and being ready to reciprocate more fully, she pulled away.

“Come on,” she said, “before the guys send out a search party. We’ll finish this later.”

You can get your hands on I Kissed a Girl here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Look What I Got!

I Kissed a GirlLook what came in the post for me today! Black Lace sent me a lovely parcel with their latest print releases, plus a cute little vibe. But perhaps the most exciting part was the fact one of the books has my stories in it!

Yes, lesbian erotic anthology I Kissed a Girl is a combination of the Ravenous Romance titles I Kissed a Girl and I Kissed a Girl II, and since I have stories in both of them, this iteration contains two of my sapphic tales.

I am officially a Black Lace author, yay! 😀

If you haven’t read this title, grab your copy here – it’s selling like hot cakes!

Two New Releases – Smut in the City and I Kissed a Girl

Smut in the CityIt’s an exciting day for me – as two new releases have hit the shelves! Smut in the City, the erotic anthology I co-edited with Victoria Blisse is now available in eBook format (coming soon as a paperback)!

Sultry, smouldering sex in the city is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

The line-up for this anthology is seriously impressive, and I had great fun working on this project with Victoria. Also, if you’re in the London area, or can get there, you should come to the launch next month. We’d love to have you there!

Grab your copy of Smut in the City here.

I Kissed a GirlMy second release today is I Kissed a Girl, from Black Lace, which is a super hot lesbian anthology, which contains two of my stories.

Everyone’s heard the Katy Perry song but have you ever been tempted…?

An anthology of hot erotic short stories featuring women drawn to experiment with their own sex.

This diverse collection travels the globe proving that women from every walk of life and culture are curious and eager to explore their full sexuality…with each other.

Contributors include: C. Margery Kempe, Louisa Bacio, Inara Lavey, Samantha Jones, K. Ann Karlsson, Kilt Kilpatrick, Nola Erus, Farrah J. Phoenix, Jen Bluekissed, L.A. Mistral, Lucy Felthouse, Regina Perry.

Grab your copy of I Kissed a Girl here.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to dance around the room like a crazy person! 😉