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My Sexy Saturday #109 – Or was she just a dogsbody? #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. Here’s another snippet from my M/F May to December erotic romance novella, Love Through a Lens. Enjoy!

Love Through a LensCould a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just a dogsbody?

She’d had no choice. It was this job or nothing. Crap money or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her CV or no credit at all. She knew she had to start racking the credits and references up soon, if she wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.

Buy your copy of Love Through a Lens here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/love-through-a-lens/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29339082-love-through-a-lens

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

Mid Week Tease: “I’ll catch up with you… eventually.” #MWTease

MWTease15Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my M/F May to December erotic romance novella, Love Through a Lens, released recently. I hope you enjoy it.

Love Through a Lens“I’m all right,” Celine replied, her chest heaving as she fought to regulate her breathing and slow down her heart rate while she had the chance. “Just not used to this sort of thing. A walk for me is a stroll by a riverbank, or hitting the shops. I’m sure my fitness level will improve as we continue with the project. Go ahead, if you like. I’ll catch up with you… eventually.”

Edward shook his head. “No, let’s have a rest. I could do with a drink and a snack.” Turning, he looked around, then pointed. “Let’s head there. It looks as though there’s a patch of flattish ground big enough for us both to sit down.”

“Okay.” She followed him again, but this time only for a few seconds. Edward helped her remove her rucksack—which was almost as big as she was—and then immediately opened it and began removing things. It was only when she saw he’d long since taken out the drinks and snacks that she queried what he was doing.

“I’m taking some of the heavier items out of your bag. If I re-jig things, we’ll still fit everything in, but you’ll have a lighter load. Would you mind making some tea for us both while I do this?” He indicated the miniature camping stove, metal cups and other tea-making paraphernalia.

“No, of course not,” she said. “But there’s no need for you to do that. I’m perfectly okay with carrying my share of the weight.”

Grab your copy of Love Through a Lens here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/love-through-a-lens/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29339082-love-through-a-lens

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!

My Sexy Saturday #108 – …it was easy to see why she’d gotten the job with Edward… #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. Things are still utterly chaotic here, so I apologise if I don’t get around to visiting the other posts. Here’s another snippet from my M/F May to December erotic romance novella, Love Through a Lens. Enjoy!

Love Through a LensCeline Patterson, however, was a different story altogether. Newly graduated from university, she’d struggled to find filming work in her preferred field—fashion—and so she’d had to cast her net wider. Incredibly wide, as it happened.

With hindsight, it was easy to see why she’d gotten the job with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul. Traipsing around the Peak District wasn’t so bad, but add in heavy camera equipment, camping gear, food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone and makeup—for Edward, not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling trek. The money was poor, too, especially considering she was the only member of Edward’s crew.

Buy your copy of Love Through a Lens here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/love-through-a-lens/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29339082-love-through-a-lens

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

Mid Week Tease: She’d had no choice. It was this job or nothing. #MWTease

MWTease15Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Things are still completely chaotic here, so I apologise if I don’t get around to visiting the other posts. Here’s another snippet from my M/F May to December novella, Love Through a Lens, released recently. I hope you enjoy the snippet.

Love Through a LensShe’d had no choice. It was this job or nothing. Crap money or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her CV or no credit at all. She knew she had to start racking the credits and references up soon, if she wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.

So here she was, dragging herself up a heart attack inducing hill in the wake of an actor-cum-presenter. At least the project was interesting; they were checking out sites of myths, legends and ghost stories, that kind of thing. Edward was nice, too—kind, polite and pretty funny. Even better, it wasn’t raining. Overall, things could be a damn sight worse. She could be working with animals or children—or even both. And she’d heard many times over that they were the absolute worst.

She was still convincing herself that things weren’t that bad after all, when she glanced up and came to an abrupt halt as she realized there was a crotch practically in her face. Snapping her head up so fast it made her neck hurt, she made eye contact with Edward, who was standing a couple of paces farther up the slope, hence the awkward face-to-crotch angle. Her already hot face blazed with embarrassment. For once, she hoped the fact she was overheated would hide her mortification. The slight breeze that blew was doing nothing to lower her temperature.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his blue-green eyes soft with concern. “I’m so sorry, you must think me incredibly rude. I honestly thought you were right behind me—you being a young thing and all that. It was only when you didn’t reply to me or answer any of my questions that I realized I’d inadvertently left you behind.”

Grab your copy of Love Through a Lens here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/love-through-a-lens/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29339082-love-through-a-lens

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!

My Sexy Saturday #107 – Celine gritted her teeth and hung tightly onto the straps of her backpack… #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. Things are still utterly chaotic here, so I apologise if I don’t get around to visiting the other posts. I’m changing books now, and will be sharing from my M/F May to December erotic romance novella, Love Through a Lens, for a little while at least.

Love Through a LensCeline gritted her teeth and hung tightly onto the straps of her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up the steep incline. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, and her lungs screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really, she needed to stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward was already way ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen path were perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn’t seem to be slowing him down a jot.

But then, this was the difference between the two of them—or one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list British actor, was also a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds of walks all the time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.

Buy your copy of Love Through a Lens here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/love-through-a-lens/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29339082-love-through-a-lens

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

Mid Week Tease: …it was easy to see why she’d gotten the job… #MWTease

MWTease15Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Things are still completely chaotic here, so I apologise if I don’t get around to visiting the other posts. I’m switching to a different book now, since my M/F May to December novella, Love Through a Lens, released yesterday. I hope you enjoy the snippet.

Love Through a LensCeline gritted her teeth and hung tightly onto the straps of her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up the steep incline. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, and her lungs screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really, she needed to stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward was already way ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen path were perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn’t seem to be slowing him down a jot.

But then, this was the difference between the two of them—or one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list British actor, was also a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds of walks all the time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.

Celine Patterson, however, was a different story altogether. Newly graduated from university, she’d struggled to find filming work in her preferred field—fashion—and so she’d had to cast her net wider. Incredibly wide, as it happened.

With hindsight, it was easy to see why she’d gotten the job with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul. Traipsing around the Peak District wasn’t so bad, but add in heavy camera equipment, camping gear, food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone and makeup—for Edward, not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling trek. The money was poor, too, especially considering she was the only member of Edward’s crew. Could a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just a dogsbody?

Grab your copy of Love Through a Lens here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/love-through-a-lens/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29339082-love-through-a-lens

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!