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Duty Bound Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance Collection Just 99c/p! #reverseharem #whychoose #rh #99c

Hi folks,

Just a quick note to let you know that, if you’re in the UK or US (if you’re elsewhere, blame Amazon’s stupid rules, not me!), the Duty Bound anthology is currently on a Kindle Countdown. Which means you can bag this bumper collection for just 99c/p for a few days only (until the 30th in the UK, and the 29th in the US). It’s also available to read for free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber.

Here’s what it’s all about:

When their uniforms come off…

Bossy, dedicated, overprotective, super complicated. A woman needs a man like that in her life like she needs a temporal lobe headache, right? Think again, because when the uniforms come off and the temperature skyrockets, it’s time to forget Hell and take a trip straight to Heaven.

How about multiplying that by three, four, or more? You get the picture? This set of panty-melting reverse harem stories will have you gasping, panting, squirming and sweating. Read late into the night with these steamy tales featuring priests, military men, S.W.A.T. officers, gardeners, waiters, and more.

For a limited time only, grab your own harem of hot men who are determined to be the best of the best, especially when it comes to adoring their woman.

So, if this sounds like your thing, grab yours here: http://mybook.to/dutybound

The collection is only going to be available until the middle of July, so this is one of your last opportunities to get hold of it.

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Grand Slam Now in Kindle Unlimited! #bdsm #sportsromance #spanking #ku #kindleunlimited

Hi folks,

Just a quick note to let you know that the BDSM sports romance novel I co-wrote with Lily Harlem is now back in Kindle Unlimited. So if you’re a subscriber, you can read this sizzling book for free.

Here’s what it’s all about:

He’s Master of more than just the tennis court…

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

Check it out here: http://mybook.to/grandslam

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

Mid Week Tease: I’m not giving up. #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid, from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Duty BoundChapter Two

Surprisingly, everything did look—and feel—better in the morning. Though that was most likely the result of spending the best part of two days tucked up in a warm, comfortable bed—despite not being aware of it for much of the time.

Connie’s temporary bedroom was filled with light, and on this occasion, it had nothing to do with electricity or light bulbs. The sun forced its way through and around the fabric of the curtains, apparently trying to make everyone aware it had won the battle with the clouds and rain—for now, at least.

She let out a yawn and stretched, while psyching herself up to clamber from the warm, soft embrace of the bed. Just because things seemed better now didn’t mean she relished the day ahead. She had no idea where she was going to go, or what she was going to do, for starters. That had been a perfectly acceptable state of affairs when she’d first taken off, since all she wanted to do was put as much distance as was physically possible between her and him. Now, though, she couldn’t stop her brain from chiming in with questions:
Where will you go? Where will you sleep? Where will you wash yourself, your clothes? What will you eat? What will you do when your money runs out?

Unable to answer any of the questions, Connie growled at her own annoying—not to mention extremely concerning—thoughts, then reluctantly threw off the thick duvet and got up. Padding over to the en suite, she resolved to take things one step at a time to avoid becoming overwhelmed and sending herself into a panic. She wouldn’t get anything done if she became paralysed by fear. Her mental state was fragile enough as it was.

First, use the bathroom. Then get cleaned up. Get dressed. Pack your bag. Leave this room in a tidy state. Go downstairs and find the kitchen to get some food. Then go and see Frances.

She stopped there, since there was nothing else beyond that. But that was seven things to do. Maybe if she did them all at a fairly languid pace, by the time she’d checked a few off, her brain would have supplied something to tack onto the end. Some kind of action plan. Or even just an action would do. Anything that wasn’t nothing. Nothing was hopeless. Pointless. If she fell down that particular rabbit hole, she may as well turn around and head back to where she’d come from.

No. No way. I am a strong, intelligent, resourceful woman. I’ve got this far, which is an achievement in itself. He is nowhere to be seen. I’m the one in control now. I can do this, make a new life for myself. People survive much worse situations than this—even thrive. And so will I. I’m not giving up.

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Mid Week Tease: “Blowing a hoolie, it was.” #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid, from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Duty BoundThis time Connie couldn’t stop her voice from trembling, just as she couldn’t stop the tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill. “I, uh… thank you. I will. S-see you in the morning then, I guess.”

Will cleared his throat, obviously uncomfortable, and jumped to his feet. “Right, well, I can see I’m no longer needed here, so I’ll be on me way.”

Connie watched as he tucked the chair he’d been sitting on up against the wall, then hurried to the door. Just before he disappeared, she called out, “Thank you, Will. For finding me… helping me.”

He gave a curt nod. “Yer welcome, lass. I’d have done the same for anyone. Not good to be wandering these hills in filthy weather like that. Blowing a hoolie, it was. I’m just glad I found ye when I did. Sleep tight, and safe travels, wherever yer going.”

He’d gone before she could respond. With raised eyebrows, she turned back to Frances, who’d also got up, but didn’t appear to be in quite such a hurry to leave. “Eat your soup,” she gestured to a tray Connie hadn’t previously noticed on the dressing table, “then get some sleep. You know what they say—everything will look better in the morning. I can’t guarantee the weather will conform—this is Scotland, after all—but you’ll feel better after some more sleep and a nice, hot shower. Or a bath. Whatever you prefer. Like I said, there’s plenty of hot water.” She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “See you tomorrow, Connie. Sleep well.”

“Y-yes, I will. Thank you.” God, how many times have I said thank you, now? I’m like a bloody parrot.

But then, she realised, thank you was the very least she could say to the people who had, in all honesty, probably saved her life.

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City Nights Books Available at Only 99c/p! (@tirgearr) #tirgearr #erorom #erotica #romance #99c

Hi folks,

Excellent news for you avid readers out there… the City Nights series from Tirgearr Publishing has reduced the books currently in its catalogue to just 99c/p! These erotic romance novellas allow you to travel the world from the comfort of your favourite reading spot. They’re all standalone books, so you can either binge the whole series, or cherry pick whichever ones you’d like to read. My contributions to this series (so far…) are One Night in Paris and One Night in Budapest. There are other names in there you’ll recognise, like Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse, Jan Graham, Charlotte Howard and Elizabeth Coldwell. So, what are you waiting for? Grab your passport to erotic romance today!

Check out the whole series here.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Mid Week Tease: “…ye were in quite the state when I found ye.” #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid, from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.

Duty Bound“Aye.” He nodded, which flipped some strands of his ginger hair into his eyes. He shoved them away with the impatient scrape of a hand. “Like Frances said, ye were in quite the state when I found ye. Wetter than a loch, shivering worse than anything I’ve ever seen, yer teeth chattering and all. I dumped all me tools where I stood and tried to help ye. Wake ye up—but ye were seriously out of it. I gave up in the end, just scooped ye up and brought ye back here. Thought it was for the best. Frances took over then—she got ye undressed and warmed ye up. And not a moment too soon, I reckon.” He absentmindedly scratched his beard, the same burnished-copper colour as his hair, then gave a decisive nod. “I’m mighty glad ye are all right. Like Frances said, ye had us worried.”

“Will’s right,” Frances put in, drawing Connie’s attention back to her—a shame, really, as she much preferred looking at Will. “You can’t go anywhere now. Well, you can, if you want. You’re not a prisoner here, obviously. What I mean is, it’s dark, it’s cold, and it’s wet. Surely wherever you need to be can wait until tomorrow? You’re welcome to stay here another night. This room is spare at the moment anyway.” She paused. “Is there anyone you need to call? Anyone who will be wondering where you are?”

Connie swallowed hard, hoping her voice wouldn’t betray her. She shook her head. “No. I don’t need to call anyone.” Well, that was true, at least. She deliberately ignored the second question, hoping Frances would think the answer Connie had just given covered that, too.
He would most definitely be wondering where she was, would be out looking for her. Her friends and family, on the other hand, wouldn’t yet know anything was amiss. Not until the letter Connie had posted near King’s Cross Station landed on the doormat at her mother’s house, anyway. And that wouldn’t have happened too quickly, given the sheer amount of post which went through the system in central London, plus she’d deliberately used a second-class stamp, buying herself some time to put plenty of distance between her and her home. Her old life.

She’d worked her week’s notice at her job, so her boss—ex-boss, now—wouldn’t be expecting to see her again. All ends were neatly tied up. Or at least as tied up as they could be when you’d done what Connie had done. Had a mental breakdown, then taken off and left everything behind.

She forced a smile. “Thank you. For everything. Again. And yes, if that’s all right, I will stay another night. Then I’ll be out of your way tomorrow morning.”

Frances watched her for a moment or two, as though assessing her, then nodded slowly. “Of course. You’re very welcome. And welcome to stay. There’s no need to rush off tomorrow, though. Get up whenever you’re ready. The clothes you were wearing have been laundered and dried, and everything in your bag has been dried.” She gave a wry grin. “It wasn’t just you and your clothes that got soaked through.” Jerking her head towards a door off to her right, she went on, “Bathroom’s through there. Plenty of hot water for a shower. In the morning, make sure you go down and get some breakfast. The kitchen is out of this door,” she pointed behind her, “turn left and make your way to the end of the corridor, where you’ll find the stairs. Go down to the ground floor, and the kitchen is your first door on the left. Whoever is in there will find you something to eat and drink. Then please, come and find me before you leave, just so I know you’re all right. Okay?”

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Mid Week Tease: Connie gaped at him. #reverseharem #whychoose #ku #kindleunlimited

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! Here’s another snippet from Duty Bound – a reverse harem collection featuring stories from myself, Felicity Brandon, Katie Douglas and Lily Harlem. You can buy it or read it as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription. I’ll be sharing a few snippets from my story, Chasing the Chambermaid.

Duty BoundI wouldn’t? She hoped she’d stifled her surprise. Guess I’m determined to protect myself, even when I’m totally out of it. “I, uh,” heat bloomed in her cheeks, and she shifted uncomfortably beneath the bedclothes, “I’m feeling okay, I guess. Tired, and I ache all over, but it could have been worse, all things considered.”

“Aye,” Frances replied, sterner now. “It could have. You could have been suffering with hypothermia. You’ve been incredibly lucky. So, what’s your name, honey? And why are you so petrified of doctors?”

Petrified of…? The penny dropped. Of course—that was the conclusion they’d drawn when she’d insisted she didn’t want to go to hospital, or see a doctor. Still, it was better to let them keep believing that than have them know that, technically speaking, she was on the run and was desperate to keep her identity, her location, a secret.

And she was desperate. She didn’t want him tracking her down, trying to persuade her to go back home with him. She wanted him out of her life for good, having put up with his shit for far too long. He’d find her eventually, she was sure, but she’d be stronger then, after some time away. More able to stand up for herself. To tell him to get lost and leave her alone. If she could just keep her identity under wraps, not leave or create any kind of trail leading to her, for as long as possible, everything would be all right. It had to be. She couldn’t go back to how things were.

She forced herself to respond before she aroused their suspicions—if she hadn’t done that already, that was. “My name’s Connie Smith.”

The first name was accurate, of course, and she wasn’t carrying any documents which proved the surname to be a lie. So they could either believe her, or not. Their choice. “And the doctor thing… well,” she let out a humourless laugh to buy herself some time to come up with something, “let’s just say I had a traumatic experience as a small child, and I’ve never quite got over it.” They were total strangers, surely they wouldn’t press her for any more information than that? She hoped not—the more complex lies became, the easier it was for them to trip you up. The key to getting out of the other side of this situation was keeping it simple.

Frances’s pretty face creased into a sympathetic expression. “Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Connie,” she corrected herself, “that must have been so awful for you. Of course you wouldn’t want to see a doctor. Anyway, enough of that—you seem much better now. Out of the woods, as the saying goes.”

“Yes.” Connie nodded emphatically. “And I’ll be out of your hair as soon as possible.” She looked around, taking in more detail of the small room, and the fact the light filling it was artificial. The curtains were tightly closed, without a smidgen of brightness shining through or around them. It was night time, then. Shit. She couldn’t very well take off in the dark—not unless she wanted to end up in this situation yet again, but perhaps without anyone finding her. Or someone dodgy finding her, or even someone unsympathetic to her plight and eager to turn her in to the police, who could well be looking for her, if he’d filed a missing person’s report. Hopefully he hadn’t. Hopefully his stupid masculine pride wouldn’t have allowed it. It would mean people finding out she’d left him, after all. “Um, what time is it? What day is it, actually?” She scratched her head, immediately regretting it when she felt the state of the bird’s nest which used to be her hair.

Will laughed, but not unkindly. “Bless ye, hen. Ye’ve had a bit of a time of it, haven’t ye?” He pushed up the cuff of his well-worn sweatshirt and checked his watch. “It’s almost half past eight. At night,” he added, a twinkle in his blue eyes. “Ye cannae go anywhere now, lass. And it’s Friday. I found ye on Wednesday. The Wednesday two days ago, that is.”

Connie gaped at him. “Two days ago? I’ve been asleep for two days?” No wonder I’m dying for a pee.

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