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Mid Week Tease: “I’m calling your boss, right now!” #MWTease

MWTease15Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week, I’m sharing another snippet from Fired Up, which appears in the just-released anthology, Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition.

Uniform Fetish: Manlove EditionA strangled sound came from behind him, and the woman stepped around and stood between Lucas and the man in the wheelchair, her face the very epitome of fury. “What the hell is wrong with you? You can’t speak to people like that! How rude, how disgusting—I’m calling your boss, right now!” Shooting Lucas a venom-filled glance, she stepped over to a side table holding a landline phone and picked up the receiver.

“Hey, hey,” said the man in the wheelchair, maneuvering himself over and taking the woman’s wrist. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s damn well not!” she fumed, glaring at Lucas once more. “He can’t go around speaking to people like that.”

“Seriously, it’s okay. I know him. Now put the bloody phone down.”

Lucas watched the exchange in utter confusion, and remained silent. What his brain was telling him and what his eyes were telling him were two completely different things.

Once the other man was happy there would be no phone call taking place, he gave the woman a reassuring pat on the arm and wheeled himself over to Lucas. Holding out his hand, he said, “Good to see you again, Lucas. It’s been a while.”

Still in a daze, he took the hand and shook it, but it was several long seconds before he managed to formulate a reply. “You, too, Greg. But seriously … what happened?”

You can grab your copy of Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/uniform-fetish-manlove-edition/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24753816-uniform-fetish

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My Sexy Saturday #61 – Sexy Me Once #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. This week I’m sharing another snippet from my M/M erotic romance story, Fired Up, which appears in Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition.

A silence, companionable this time, fell over them as they sipped at their drinks. When he’d finished the sweet beverage, Lucas reached over and placed his empty mug on a coaster on the table beside him.

“So,” he said, looking at his friend, “what happens now?”

Greg glanced down at his mug, then back up at Lucas almost shyly. “Well, um, I guess it depends.”

“On?”

“You. This, us meeting, talking, has happened way sooner than I’d planned, but it doesn’t change the way I feel. But if you’re not available…”

“I am.” Lucas replied quickly. He saw no sense in stringing it out. They’d wasted enough time. “I’m available, Greg. I always have been. It’s the soppiest, girliest cliché ever, so don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone else, but it’s always been you, for me. I’m not saying I’ve been the Virgin Mary, but it’s only been physical—nothing more. So, if you want to give it a go, I’m game.”

Greg downed the rest of his tea and dumped the mug and try on the nearest table. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m … like this? That I could be like this forever?”

Get your copy of Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/uniform-fetish-manlove-edition/

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: “Christ! What in God’s name happened to you?” #MWTease

MWTease15Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week, I’m sharing something different. This snippet is from my story, Fired Up, which appears in the just-released anthology, Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition, which has already hit bestseller lists on Amazon, All Romance eBooks and BookStrand!

Uniform Fetish: Manlove EditionLucas Hartley grabbed his helmet and equipment and jumped out of the fire truck. The helmet wasn’t a requirement to go fit smoke detectors, but if the house had kids, it was pretty much a necessity. He’d yet to come across a rug-rat who didn’t ask Lucas to put his fireman’s helmet on, then take it off so they could try it on. He quite liked kids, so it was nice to see their little grinning faces, to make their day. Plus, if they were a handful, he could use the helmet as bribery to make them behave while he fitted the detectors and ran through a comprehensive fire safety discussion with a responsible adult. It never failed.

The downside, however, was that the whole fireman-in-uniform thing often got the responsible adults of the female persuasion all hot under the collar. For most guys, this wouldn’t be a problem. After all, a little flirtation here and there was good for the ego. But for Lucas, it was a drag—why couldn’t there be a single dad somewhere who was gay and needed a smoke detector fitting? Sadly, it just never seemed to work out that way.

Sighing, Lucas slammed the door on the mocking comments of his colleagues, who’d opted to stay in the truck. It only took one person to do the job in question, and today Lucas had drawn the short straw—literally. The others would no doubt chill out, chat and use their phones to text and surf until he was done, or an emergency came in. Whatever was first.

Rolling his eyes, he let out another heavy breath, then rearranged his face into a smile. No point taking his grumpiness out on the home owner. Striding up to the door, he put his equipment down, then grasped the knocker and gave it a firm tap against the wood. After a short pause, he heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in a lock, and the door was opened a little. A woman’s face appeared in the gap. She looked him up and down, then peered around him to the large red truck parked at the end of her driveway.

Apparently satisfied he wasn’t a cold caller, she opened the door wider. “Hello,” she said, smiling. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” Lucas picked up his gear and moved into the hallway, waiting while the woman shut the door.

After doing so, she indicated he should head through an open doorway into the living room. Lucas entered the room, and was just about to ask the woman—Mrs. Judd, according to his paperwork—if she knew where she wanted the detectors fitting, when a man in a wheelchair appeared from another open doorway.

Opening his mouth to greet the man, Lucas then snapped it shut as his brain struggled to process what he was seeing. Trying again, he came out with, “Christ! What in God’s name happened to you?”

You can grab your copy of Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/uniform-fetish-manlove-edition/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24753816-uniform-fetish

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My Sexy Saturday #60 – My Sexy Addiction #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. This week I’m sharing something completely new – a snippet from my M/M erotic romance story, Fired Up, which appears in Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition. It released yesterday and is already selling like hot cakes! Enjoy my first fireman story 😉

“Your brother has finally decided where he wants the detectors. He’s just as indecisive as I remember.” On the surface, the words were harmless enough, but Lucas knew that Greg would understand the subtext, which, of course, was why he’d said it. Now the shock was wearing off, the resentment was starting to seep through. It was hardly a surprise, given the number of things they’d left unsaid.

Violet was either completely unaware of the tension between the two men, or was blatantly ignoring it. “Well that’s great. Do you want to get started?”

Get your copy of Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/uniform-fetish-manlove-edition/

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

New Release: Uniform Fetish – Manlove Edition #erotica #romance #gay #uniform

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce the release of Uniform Fetish: Manlove Edition, another amazing anthology from Evernight Publishing, which contains my story, Fired Up. Yes, I wrote my first fireman! *fans self*

Here’s the blurb:

Does the sight of a cop’s badge—or his handcuffs—make your pulse race?  Do you drive by your local firehouse just to catch a glimpse of your favorite fireman? Ever peek in the cockpit just to check out the captain?

If you agree the only thing sexier than a man in uniform is a man out of uniform, you’ve come to the right place. We’ve handpicked an assortment of sizzling hot, uniformed heroes to satisfy your uniform fetish.

Read an excerpt from my story, and grab your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/uniform-fetish-manlove-edition/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24753816-uniform-fetish-manlove-edition

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

New Release: HIS: Manlove Edition

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to be a part of this m/m erotic romance multi-author anthology from Evernight Publishing – HIS: Manlove Edition. Here’s the skinny:

Strength. Power. Experience. There’s nothing like a man who knows how to get what he wants, both in and out of the bedroom. And these dominant alphas want nothing more than to please and possess the men they love. No kink is too risqué as these men ensure their lovers never want to be anywhere but under their command.

Come and find out how good it feels to be HIS.

Be Warned: m/m sex, BDSM

5 Author Erotic Romance Anthology

In His Name by Nicola Cameron

Garden of Eden by Lucy Felthouse

This Stage of Life by Giselle Renarde

Campaigning for the Billionaire by Noelle Keaton

Date with a Stranger by Pelaam

And here’s a snippet from my story:

As Dale approached the club, with its two burly and slightly threatening-looking doormen, he almost turned and walked away. It was just too much, too extreme. Somehow, though, he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other and continue right to the door, then, with a nervous smile at the bouncers, headed inside. He paid his cover charge and declined the offer to put his jacket in the cloakroom. There was every chance he was going to chicken out at some point this evening, so he didn’t want to run off, only to realize he’d left his coat behind. Especially since said coat contained his car and house keys, his phone, his wallet…

Plus it helped him hide a little. It covered him from neck—chin if he pulled up the collar—to ankle, secreting his black jeans, black t-shirt and the skinny body beneath them. All anyone could really see was his shock of black hair, his piercing green eyes ringed with eyeliner, fine bone structure and, right down there, his black platform shoes. Dale was a Goth, and proud of it. He got it, understood it, therefore he could deal with it.

What confused him, though, what he didn’t get, were the urges, the dark thoughts that had led him on his journey to Garden of Eden, his local BDSM club. He’d almost died of embarrassment when he’d searched online to find it and hoped to God no one would ever check his browser history.

It was a double whammy, really, the fact that he, a twenty-one year old virgin, wanted not only to be dominated, but to be dominated—and fucked—by a man. He’d taken some time to come to his conclusions, hence the fact he was twenty-one and still had his cherry. He’d never been one for hasty decisions.

And now he was here, at Garden of Eden, to do something about his desires. Of course, he could have gone on the Internet, filled in a profile, listed his wants, his preferences, his experience—well, lack of it—but he hadn’t wanted to do that. So many people online were not truthful. They hid behind their screens, their keyboards, pretending to be something they weren’t. Dale wanted something real, something honest, and he believed the way to get that was to meet people, people with his desires, face-to-face. That way he could assess their body language, their words. Lying is so much more difficult in the flesh.

He wanted transparency, something real and true. And he really hoped he would get it in this place. Even if he didn’t, though, he was confident he’d get an education.

He headed through the busy club, squeezing past people dancing, talking, or in much more intimate positions. No one here was too full on—there was lots of kissing, some groping, and a man being led around on a lead, but it was all pretty mild. The research he’d done online had told him that the more hardcore action took place in rooms off to the sides of clubs. All clubs were different, naturally, but many had rooms with varying equipment in each, catering to the specific needs of the patrons. He figured it would take some time to figure out his own specific needs, but perhaps if he managed to find a Master, he would help Dale to work all that out. He hoped so, anyway.

Eventually he reached the bar, where a shaven-headed guy in obscenely tight trousers and a tucked-in, unbuttoned shirt that flashed his entire chest, was shaking up a cocktail. He gave a short nod to Dale to acknowledge he’d seen him, then moved back over to the customer he’d been taking care of and served them their drink. He popped a straw into the glass, then took the customer’s money with a broad grin. As soon as he’d given the cocktail purchaser their change, the barman headed straight over to Dale.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, welcome to Garden of Eden. What can I get you, first timer?”

Sold? Grab your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/his-manlove-edition/

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