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Saturday Spankings #95 – …I was going to allow my dominant side out to play again. #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Hi everyone,

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. I’m moving on to something different now. Recently, myself and Lily Harlem re-released our BDSM sports erotic romance novel, Grand Slam. It’s got a brand new cover, but please note, if you read it while it was available before, the content hasn’t changed. I hope you enjoy the snippet – it’s just a little build up for you. 😉

Grand SlamIn doing that, I’d left behind a very important part of me. Now I was wondering if I’d made the right decision.

What if denying myself what I really wanted sexually was preventing me from returning to peak fitness? What if my subconscious cravings were holding me back because not giving in to them was taking up the mental strength that I needed to get my career back on track?

Call me cold, call me single-minded, selfish, whatever. But it was that thought that helped me make my decision.
Whether it was with or without Marie, I was going to allow my dominant side out to play again. And soon.

I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can buy the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…

My Sexy Saturday #123 – I was really getting back into the swing of things now. #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. I’m moving onto something new now. Well… sort of. Myself and Lily Harlem recently re-released our BDSM erotic sports romance novel, Grand Slam. It’s got a brand new cover, but please note, if you read it when it was available before, then the content hasn’t changed.

Grand SlamI admit I was dragging my feet as I headed to the top floor of the academy for my first official meeting with the new sports psychologist. All that psychology crap was just that… Crap. Yes, I’d been in a car accident and had broken two ribs, but it was no big deal. I was really getting back into the swing of things now. Training with Peter, my coach, and working my way to peak fitness once more. I didn’t see what fractured bones had to do with my thoughts and feelings and all that, but unfortunately it was in my contract that I had to go and see this woman and let her work her mumbo jumbo on me. Ugh.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

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 admit I was dragging my feet… #MWTease

mid-week-tease-buttonHi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m changing things up. I’m sharing a snippet from the recently re-released Grand Slam, a BDSM erotic sports romance novel I co-authored with Lily Harlem. It’s got a brand new cover – but be aware, if you read this when it was available before, the content hasn’t changed. I hope you enjoy the tease!

Grand SlamI admit I was dragging my feet as I headed to the top floor of the academy for my first official meeting with the new sports psychologist. All that psychology crap was just that… Crap. Yes, I’d been in a car accident and had broken two ribs, but it was no big deal. I was really getting back into the swing of things now. Training with Peter, my coach, and working my way to peak fitness once more. I didn’t see what fractured bones had to do with my thoughts and feelings and all that, but unfortunately it was in my contract that I had to go and see this woman and let her work her mumbo jumbo on me. Ugh.

Exiting the elevator, my trainers—or sneakers, as my new colleagues called them—sunk into the thick carpets and I almost felt as if I were bouncing down the corridor toward the relevant room. The academy had obviously been well prepared for her arrival because there was already a name plaque on the slightly ajar door—Marie Sherratt, Ph.D.
So now I knew her full name, as well as her job title and that she was from England, like me. That was the sum total of my knowledge. Oh, and that she liked to wander into male changing rooms and gawp at players while they were showering.

Grab your copy of Grand Slam here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam

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

New Release (Sort of): Travis Connolly is Back! And Just in Time for #wimbledon

Hi everyone,

Lily (Harlem, good friend and fellow Brit Babe) and I are delighted to announce that everyone’s favourite dominant tennis player, Travis Connolly, is back – and just in time for Wimbledon! And he’s got a brand new cover and a brand new price! If you’ve read Grand Slam before, the content remains the same.

For those of you that aren’t familiar with the book, here’s what it’s all about:

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.

So, if you want to get your hands on this book, the buy links are here. More will be added as soon as they’ve gone live.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

My Sexy Saturday #106 – Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. #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 sharing some more from my re-released lesbian sports romance, Sweet Spot.

Sweet SpotNadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”
I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun.

Buy your copy of Sweet Spot here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot

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: But I was determined, if nothing else. #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 sharing some more from my re-release, F/F sports romance, Sweet Spot. It’s available on all of the usual eBook retailers now.

Sweet SpotI remained in my seat for a couple of seconds, utterly stunned, as Travis Connolly’s grand slam victory was announced. He’d done it! In spite of his accident, his hard work had paid off and he was now racing off the court and toward his team—Peter, Marie, Austin, Samuel and a few others. I was a few rows back, which was perfectly understandable given that the only link I had to Connolly was the fact we shared the same training facility. Though looking at him now, he probably didn’t need Los Carlos any more. He was back on form, the world at his feet once more. Hopefully, if I worked hard, I’d be in his position one day. Not winning the men’s title, of course, but I, Virginia Miller, could be another British tennis champion.

I had a long way to go, obviously. I wasn’t even seeded yet, never mind in the upper echelons. But I was determined, if nothing else.

Shaking my aspirations from my thoughts, I carefully pushed my way through the excitable crowd to get down to the group from Los Carlos. I knew I was lucky to be there in the first place. As someone so low down on the sporting career ladder, I should really have been back at the academy, working my arse off, but apparently Austin had been feeling generous and thought I should have first-hand experience of a major tournament. I hadn’t had the heart to tell him I’d been to Wimbledon a couple of times already. It had practically been on my doorstep back in London, and a visit at an early age had sparked my love of the sport in the first place. Plus there was no way I was going to turn down the chance to visit a foreign tournament. Especially since Nadia was playing. And she’d gotten right through to the final.

Grab your copy of Sweet Spot here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot

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