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Filthy Friday: Lucy Felthouse

Yep, I’m welcoming myself to Filthy Friday again! This time, though, I’m going to tell a little about my story in Smut in the City

My tale, Within the Crumbling Walls is set at the Colosseum in Rome. Why, you might ask? Well, it’s simple. I visited Rome for the first time in May and did lots of exploring, so it made sense to set my story in that particular city, as I suspected popular cities others would have chosen would be Paris and London. Oddly, we didn’t have one set in Paris, which surprised me.

When I visited the Colosseum, I noticed an area that had been fenced off to the public. It made me a laugh a little that that particular area had been deemed unsafe, when the entire building was ancient and crumbling. Then I went on my merry way, exploring the awe-inspiring structure. But obviously that particular thing stuck with me, as when I sat down to think about what I was going to write about, I decided on Rome, and then the Colosseum. And that’s how my characters ended up doing naughty things in an ancient monument.

So, there you have it. Another insight into how my crazy mind comes up with story ideas.

Smut in the City

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.

Grab your copy of Smut in the City here.

Sex: The Bible – 20 Years of Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium

Sex: The BibleWould you believe that my favourite shop, Sh! is 20 years old? Well, it is, and they released a fab book to commemorate the iconic anniversary. It’s a mixture of erotic stories and poetry, erotic art, sex tips and humorous tales from the Sh! Girlz themselves.

I read it over several sittings, enjoying stories from some of my favourite writers, including Lexie Bay, Miss Player, K D Grace and Victoria Blisse. Sadly, I don’t have a tale in this saucy book, but I’m proud to know so many talented people that do.

As well as enjoying the sexy tales, I also had great fun reading some of the amusing anecdotes from the Sh! Girlz, learning more about sex and society (a similar topic to the one I did my dissertation on), orgasms, g-spots, fellatio, spankings, Sh! customers and the sex toy market.

Overall, this was a sexy, fun, enlightening read. And they’re all words that I’d use to describe the shop and the gorgeous ladiez that work there. I’m looking forward to seeing them all on 27th October, for the Smut and Magic event!

Want to know more about Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium and the fabulous work they do? Check out their website. Or even better, if you’re close by, go in and see for yourself!

New Release: Ditched – My First M/M!

DitchedSo, what an exciting day. First, my Avengers Assemble DVD turned up (and yes, I just watched it), and now my first ever m/m story has been released. Yes, Ditched is a m/m military erotic short story, set on Salisbury Plain, England. Given my love of all things military, I guess it makes sense that my first gay story was about Army men 😉

Here’s the blurb:

Private Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?

And an excerpt:

“This can’t be fucking right!” said Lance Corporal Michael Scott, checking his map for the umpteenth time.

“I can assure you, Scott, that it fucking is,” responded his colleague, Private Damien Stone. He nudged the other man, pointed to a place on his own map, then raised his arm and indicated a rise in the ground in the near distance.

“See, that’s that long barrow, so we are in the right place.”

Looking at the barrow—one of the many on Salisbury Plain—then down at the map, and finally at his compass, Scott had to agree.

“So where the fuck are they, then?”

Stone had no answer for that one. He looked up into the lightening sky, which in the distance was being slowly tinged with pink, but saw no sign of their pick-up helicopter. Straining to hear even the faintest sound of rotor blades, Stone remained silent. Hearing nothing, he shrugged.

“Dunno. Perhaps we got the time wrong, or something?”

“I hope not, otherwise they’ve gone without us!”

“Nah. We’re early, if anything. The sun’s only just coming up.”

Sighing, Scott stuffed his map and compass into a pocket, and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find somewhere to shelter. I don’t like the look of that.”

The that he was talking about was an ominous-looking black cloud being buffeted in their direction by the wind, which was picking up rapidly.

“With you on that one.”

On an unspoken command, the two of them immediately split up and started to look around for somewhere they could keep out of the wind and imminent rain. It wasn’t long before Scott shouted out, and Stone immediately turned and headed in the direction of his colleague’s voice.

When Stone arrived, Scott had already removed his backpack and dropped it into the ditch he’d found and was striding down the slope to join it. Luckily, there’d been no rain over the past few days so the ground was dry. If the coming rainstorm ended up being heavy, it was entirely possible they’d get wet arses, but for now at least they’d be reasonably comfortable.

Following his colleague’s example, Stone shrugged off his pack. Turning, he saw that Scott was standing with his arms out, ready to catch it. Tossing it, he gave a curt nod of thanks before heading down into the ditch.

Once there, he saw that some scrub covered a couple of sizeable rocks, meaning that they would at least be able to sit down. It would have to rain pretty damn hard for the water level in the ditch to get as high as the top of the rocks, so they’d be all right until the chopper arrived.

He hoped.

Want to bag this hot military story? Check out the buy links here – I’ll add more as they become available.

Fun on the South Coast

Hi all, I’m back from my trip to Brighton for the UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet. Both Brighton and the Meet were fabulous, and I’m still recovering from lots of travel and a bulging inbox. I’ve now sorted out photos, etc, and am now ready to blog!

So, here goes:

The UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet

The reason I was in Brighton in the first place, the UK Meet was a place for readers and writers of GLBTQ fiction to meet, exchange ideas, show off their work and skills, and so on. I took part in three events: a reading of 150 words from the beginning of a story, a panel on LBTQ fiction and a talk on marketing. All were fun, but I must admit to being relieved when my last panel was finished so I could just relax and enjoy the day.

Also, as a result of being involved in three sessions, I didn’t get to sit in on many panels. However, over the course of the day I got some questions answered, was asked some questions, met some cool people, talked to people I already knew and just generally had fun. I was also paid a very high compliment about my work. A person who shall remain unnamed came up and said that they never read lesbian fiction, it wasn’t their thing,  but when I read my 150 words out, they got goosebumps. I was silent for a second, then said thank you about a dozen times because I just didn’t know what else to say. It was a massive compliment and put a silly grin on my face!

Overall, it was a very worthwhile day. Fun, informative, well-organised (thanks, organisers – you did a super job!) and definitely worth attending. Happy news is that next year’s meet will be in Manchester, which is easier for me to get to. Plus, hopefully I’ll be able to drag my buddy Victoria Blisse along with me! 😉

Brighton

Gorgeous seaside town. I didn’t see nearly as much of it as I would have liked, but I saw enough to make me want to go back. The town is big and quite spread out, so there’s plenty of walking to be done. I’m not much of a shopper, but it’s a good place for shopping. I visited my usual haunts, i.e. Waterstones, Paperchase, sex shops, chocolate

shops. But I also did the seaside thing of visiting the pier (but I don’t look down. Hate it!!), eating candy floss, playing on 2p machines, eating fish and chips, and so on. I even took a photo of the dodgems as a nod to my story, Dodging, which appears in Smut by the Sea. And if we do a second volume, I have some inspiration, too! 😉

The road between the campsite we used and the town took us straight past Devil’s Dyke, which is part of the South Downs Way – another reason I want to go back. That, with the town and the close vicinity of lots of country houses and the like, mean Brighton is definitely on my list for a longer visit in the future.

Other

I also sneaked in some novel research on the way home. I visited Cliveden (albeit briefly) to go in the maze. I have a maze scene planned into my novel and wanted to get some ideas. It proved fruitful! 🙂 I took plenty of photos and had a good think about the scene – hopefully it’ll be as fun to write as it was to visit the maze!

In other news, I have a new release in two days! My first m/m erotic story, Ditched, is released on Wednesday by Resplendence Publishing. I can’t wait to see what people think – I hope they like it!

Guilty Indulgence Anniversary Hop

Indulgent Blog HopWhat do I indulge in? Hmm… let’s see. I’m not a very good girl, so the list is quite long:
– Supernatural (love those Winchester boys!)
– Chocolate (particularly Cadburys)
– Steak and chips (my favourite meal)
– Sleeping (I love to sleep!)
– Reading (’nuff said!)
– Writing (I love how you can be as indulgent as you like when writing fiction – characters can do whatever (or whoever) they like and it doesn’t matter too much, because it’s all made up!)

I’m sure I could go on for longer, but I don’t want to keep you, you’ve got hopping to do! So, without further ado, use the Rafflecopter below to enter to win a copy of one of my backlist titles (and the grand prize for the hop – a $100 Gift Card!), then use the list underneath to continue hopping!

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Filthy Friday: Justine Elyot

I’d like to welcome Justine Elyot to Filthy Friday. She shares some insight into the choice of location and subject for her bittersweet story in Smut by the Sea. Take it away, Justine!

 

An End of the Pier Affair by Justine Elyot

I knew when I saw the call for Smut By The Sea that I had to send something in. I live in a seaside town, after all. My problem came in deciding which of the many and varied aspects of resort life I wanted to include in my story.

In the end, I found my inspiration at the end of the pier. Every self-respecting seaside town has its Winter Gardens or its Pavilion – the palace of delights built to entertain the summer masses during the sultry evenings of their holiday. An ‘end of the pier show’ is part of the British lexicon, describing a mix and match variety performance of cruise-ship singers, spangly-tight-wearing dance troupes and comedians unsuitable for younger audiences. (‘If easily offended, please stay away,’ the handbills often recommend.)

A lot of these theatres are in financial difficulty now. A night out at a show is no longer an integral part of the British seaside experience – besides, the camping and caravan sites offer their own on-site entertainment for nothing. The summer revenues can’t pay for maintenance of the draughty, ageing buildings. I went backstage at my local specimen earlier this year and was shocked by the dilapidated state of the dressing rooms and corridors. The ‘famous names’ aren’t so famous any more. As my opening paragraph says: “There was a saying in the business that you played Goldsands Winter Gardens twice in your career – once on the way up, once on the way down. This was Mark’s second appearance there.”

The male protagonist of my story, Love In The Low Season, is a faded singer, once popular, now only able to make a bare living in cabaret-style shows at obscure provincial venues. He’s exactly the kind of man who appears in front of eight people on a Wednesday night in February at my local theatre, poor fellow. But I appreciate him, and I appreciate the efforts that are made to keep these places open.

More and more of them are closing every year. I hope mine won’t be next.

Find out more about Justine at http://justineelyot.com

 

Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Buy your copy here!