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My Sexy Saturday #44 – A Sexy Halloween #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, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is a sexy Halloween. I’m sharing a snippet from my lesbian story, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, which is set over a Halloween weekend.

Struggling not to roll her eyes at the eternal geekiness of her beloved, Stephanie replied, “Well, I’m already feeling like that, so heaven knows what a bunch of chemicals hitting my bloodstream is going to do. I hope that bed isn’t valuable, because I have a funny feeling we’re going to break it.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?”

Stephanie didn’t reply, because they were pushing open the double doors to a reception room, which was full of other guests. A few turned to glance at the pair and gave polite smiles or nods, then turned back to the front of the room where an official looking guy tapped the top of a mike.

She and Jenny exchanged a look. It was bloody obvious the thing wasn’t switched on, and yet, he was still tapping it, blowing into the top and generally making an arse of himself. More amusing still, the room had a small enough crowd it’d be perfectly easy to hear him, anyway. He obviously just had an inflated sense of his own importance.

They both took the opportunity to scope out their surroundings. The room had beautiful fixtures and furnishings, gorgeous fireplaces and was just generally impressive. The garish Halloween decorations only slightly marred this. In fact, if the rooms were made dimmer, it was entirely possible the entire place would be pretty terrifying. Stephanie guessed that would be on the cards tomorrow when the Halloween party took place. Her mind wandered, thinking about the outfits she and Jenny had chosen for the next day, and she smirked as she thought about the reactions they’d get.

Finally, a youngish guy toward the front of the group took pity on the man in charge and reached forward to flip the microphone switch. It screeched to life, rudely yanking Stephanie out of her almost daydream. Everyone went quiet and paid attention immediately, waiting for the man to speak and introduce the evening’s entertainment.

* * *

Half an hour later, and Stephanie’s brain was in overdrive. Despite never having participated in one of these evenings before, she was a fan of quizzes, puzzles and brain teasers of any kind, so she was having great fun. Everyone had been briefed, though Jenny and she had been so eager to get going they hadn’t paid full attention. Then everyone split up, each sent off on their own quest in order to uncover the truth of “whodunit.” Stephanie, having narrowed it down to two suspects, headed to the library to check for extra clues and evidence to help her nail down the perpetrator.

You can buy Weekend at Wilderhope Manor here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


More Discounts and Would Love Your Votes!

Hi everyone,

I just found out that the fabulous All Romance eBooks and equally fabulous Ellora’s Cave Publishing have put together another excellent deal for readers. From now until 31st July, you can get a 30% rebate on ALL Ellora’s Cave titles. This includes:

A Taste of RomeSweet Spot (F/F Erotic Sports Romance novella – an All Romance bestseller)

Grand Slam (M/F BDSM Erotic Sports Romance novel – co-authored with Lily Harlem)

Mean Girls (M/F Rubenesque Erotic Romance novella)

A Taste of London (World of Sin #1, M/F Erotic short story)

A Taste of Paris (World of Sin #2, M/F Erotic short story)

A Taste of Rome (World of Sin #3, M/F Erotic short story and award nominee – see below)

Illicit Relations (M/M Erotic Romance novella)

Also, in other great Ellora’s Cave news, A Taste of Rome has been nominated for a Golden Ankh award! I’m stunned and excited. If you’d like to vote, the link is here (A Taste of Rome is in the ‘erotica’ category if you want to vote for me 🙂 ): https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/RCon2014 – voting is live until 23rd July.

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

Sunday Snog – Sweet Spot

Sunday Snog

Sweet SpotIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! My lesbian erotic romance novella, Sweet Spot, was released on Wednesday, so as part of the ongoing celebrations, I’m sharing a snog from that. Read on for sexy Sapphic shower snogging… try saying that fast! 😉

Instead I continued to explore her swollen folds, dipping into her molten core and enjoying the sounds she made and the wriggles that told me I was doing something right. Drawing more juices from her cunt, I spread them over her clit, which was distended, making its presence known. I began to play with it, paying attention to her reactions, figuring out what she liked, what she loved, what she was indifferent to. Learning her body, learning what would make her come apart.

Throughout, we continued kissing, her deft tongue caressing mine, exploring my mouth. Every now and again she would suck on my tongue, my bottom lip, even give the occasional nibble. I mirrored her movements, aware that they grew increasingly frantic—our mouths hungrily devouring, our fingers playing with needy pussies.

She was learning my body too. Her ministrations were sensual, erotic, yet precise. She’d quickly pinpointed the exact spot beside my clit that really got my motor revving. But instead of stimulating it relentlessly until I came, she teased me. Played me. Brought me close to orgasm, happy hormones rushing through my veins, then moved away, slipped her fingers inside me. Caressed my G-spot, coaxed more juices from me until I thought I had no more. Then started all over again. I grew lightheaded, desperate. Would she ever let me come?

Perhaps if I made her come first, once she’d ridden out her climax she’d concentrate on me and let me have my own. It was worth a try—and a damn good excuse to move things on. I could hardly wait to see her orgasm. She was beautiful already—extreme pleasure would only enhance that.

Pulling away from her lips, I leaned back a little until her face came into focus once more, and gave her a wicked grin. “Time for you to come, sweetheart.”

“And what about you?” she replied. I was gratified to hear that she sounded breathless, lust-drunk.

“After. You first.” With that, I gripped her upper arms, spun us both around and pushed her against the wall, careful to avoid the hook that held my wash bag. We’d moved mostly out of the spray now, though droplets still hit the edge of my buttocks, running into my crack, giving a little stimulation.

You can get your hands on Sweet Spot here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

New Release: Sweet Spot

Hi everyone,

I’m positively leaping around the room with excitement today… my second June release is now available!

Sweet Spot, my lesbian erotic romance novella, belongs to two series – Hot Pink from Ellora’s Cave, and Raw Talent. I had a great deal of writing this one. It has some crossover with the previous book in the Raw Talent series, Grand Slam, but can easily be read as a standalone title. And I still totally adore that cover!

Sweet SpotHere’s the blurb:

Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

An an excerpt:

Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia 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. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,

PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.

*****

Sound like your kind of thing? Grab your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

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

And, of course, don’t forget to enter the giveaway below!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


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Girl on Girl Action is Hot by Jennifer Kacey (@jenniferkacey)

Buried PermissionGirl on girl action is hot!!! That’s right, I said it!

Girls are pretty and soft, and the connection, for the most part, is VERY different than what you’d have with a man.

When I heard about the open call from Ellora’s Cave Publishing for Hot Pink, an all FF line, I couldn’t wait to write it. I’ve dabbled in it for my Members Only Series but knew I could write something wicked hot if given the chance. Buried Permission was born and it releases today! Yea!!!

Wondering how people were going to react to this book made me think about labels. There are a billion out there and some I’d never even heard of. Lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender, bi-curious, queer, butch, dyke, femme, homosexual and OMG so many more I can’t list them all.

Want to know the only label I care about? It’s…..

That’s all that matters to me, and I wish it for everyone!!!

Thinking about all of this made me wonder what kind of numbers we have in the US so I looked up some statistics. Yes I’m a nerd at heart.

Gay or lesbian relations

2001: 40%

2014: 58%

City with the Largest Density of LGBT Population

San Francisco with 15.4% at 94,234

New York is actually 15th just because there are so many more people there. Total is 272,493

California has the largest # of Same Sex Couple Households.

19 states have legalized gay marriage – GREAT JOB!!!

31 states still have a ban on it – BOO!!!

Most shocking statistic to me?

Being lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender is illegal in almost 80 countries, and in at least five of them is still punishable by death.

OY.
Vay.

We’ve got a long way to go!! But hopefully with myself and others writing about how beautiful and wonderful it can be we’ll keep changing people one opinion at a time.

SMOOCHES!!!

*****

Excerpt:

“I want to touch you,” Kerrington admitted. “I want to feel every inch of you, naked, beneath me, over me, beside me.”

Indecision weighted heavy on Danielle’s face and Kerrington soothed it away.

“Please,” Kerrington pleaded as she kissed her throat, drawing the “V” of her T-shirt aside to kiss her collarbone, licking her skin.

“Don’t stop. I know I’ll regret this later, but I’ve loved you for so long I can’t say no.”

Kerrington wanted to stop.She knew she should and they should talk, and she had so much to tell her about the session she’s had with Dr. Mack.

But…

Good intentions flew out the window as Danielle began undressing. She revealed her belly, one tanned inch at a time as she tugged her shirt over her head. Kerrington felt like a kid at Christmas.

She attacked the button on Danielle’s shorts to release it, sliding the zipper down, letting the material fall to the ground. Danielle stepped out of them as she worked at the clasp of her bra while walking toward the couch. She unhooked it, slipping it from each of her arms looking like a Burlesque dancer, titillating with the sexy sway of her hips.

Before she could get to the front of the couch, Kerrington grabbed her, bending her, face first, over the edge of the big black armrest on the side.

The slap of her palms on the material was punctuated by, “What are you… Mmm…” Her moan as Kerrington cupped her sex made Kerrington feel like Superwoman.

Danielle’s naked pussy made her salivate.The fact that she could touch it, rub her hands all over it, and taste it… “I’ve got to taste you,” Kerrington admitted on a sexy groan. She hit her knees behind Danielle, pulling her cheeks apart. The sight of the wetness coating the lips of her sex, and watching her tiny asshole pucker in anticipation almost made her come right then. “You’re so pretty.”

It was such an understatement, but it felt like a prayer to finally get to speak it outloud.

She leaned toward her, tightening the grip she had on her ass, and Danielle arched back, seeking Kerrington’s touch where she needed it the most.

Kerringtonclosed her eyes on the first taste of her clit. She sucked it in her mouth, stretching the cheeks of Danielle’s ass so she’d feel the tightness in her pussy and her ass as well.

“Oh, God, I’m not gonna last. Please…”

Kerrington had never felt more powerful, and peaceful, and happy than in the time it took for her best friend to utter that last syllable.

“I want to make you come. I want to hear it.” She almost let her inexperience get the best of her.Instead of fumbling on how to pleasure Danielle, she did what she would have liked and treated Danielle’s body as the beautiful piece of art it was.

She ran her thumb along the lips of her sex, coating her slim digit in Danielle’s silky wetness. “You’re so wet.” She dipped the tip of her thumb into Danielle’s pussy and Danielle jerked with a groan of pleasure.

“I’m always…wet…for…you.”

Kerrington worked a thumb inside her core and Danielle’s breath caught on every shallow thrust. She grabbed a handful of Danielle’s ass, pulling it, stretching it so she could lean forward to suck her clit again. But this time she bit down, trapping the sensitive nubbin between her teeth and flicked the thousands of nerve endings attached to every pleasure center in her body.

That was all it took.

*****

Blurb:

Buried Permission – AVAILABLE ON JUNE 13th, 2014

Kerrington needed her best friend Danielle in her life. Secretly, she wasn’t just a need. She was an ache, buried so deep Kerrington couldn’t breathe without wanting her. But she’d promised her grandmother she’d make her proud and find a man to marry, to have children with, to love, to cherish…

Nothing else mattered more than following the straight and narrow path set before her. Until one night, when a simple kiss changed everything and put Danielle and Kerrington’s strained friendship into question.

Searching for answers, Kerrington finds the permission she thought lost forever—unearthed by hypnotherapist, Dr. Mackenzie Raith. Now Kerrington must convince Danielle to give her one last chance, if it’s not too late.

A Romantica® female/female erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Links

Buried Permission – Amazon
Buried Permission – B&N
Buried Permission – Ellora’s Cave
http://www.jenniferkacey.com/books/buried-permission.html

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The books in the Members Only Series can be found here…

Together In Cyn – some FF and MM
Haleigh’s Ink – some FF and LOTS of MM
A Very Menage Christmas
Duke’s Valentine

 

Jennifer KaceyJennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Website – http://www.jenniferkacey.com/
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If You Could Choose… by Cheryl Dragon

Rough LandingWomen are resilient. Throughout history, we’ve adapted to whatever crazy ideas/laws men have laid down (like killing ‘witches’).

We out live men…raise kids solo when the men don’t stick around. Women stick together and help each other out. Think Golden Girls…it’s not about sex. (If you haven’t seen the Golden Girls…go watch some of that show! Betty White was retired way before she was Hot in Cleveland). Women, the right women, understand each other and get through things together—as friends.

Three of the Golden Girls were widowed…Dorothy was divorced but even with a jerk for an ex, she still liked men. We can’t choose, we’re wired how we’re wired…blue eyes, brown hair, tall or not—gay or straight.

If you could change it, would you? I know plenty of women with evil ex-husbands who might prefer to fall in love with their best friend…no risk of pregnancy. Double the wardrobe…

Don’t think about the sex part…just think if you’d been dealt the opposite orientation. Probably isn’t comfortable. Then again, some people are bisexual…in the middle of that sexy spectrum. That can be harder still. People like labels and categories. It gives us the illusion of control. But in the end, it doesn’t matter (unless you want to date that person in question…then their sexual orientation does matter).

The bottom line is…We can’t change who we are. But we can support equality for all. Two men together is hot! Two women together is hot! Reading either types of stories doesn’t change who you are. We can like all sorts of stories…

Being June and Pride month…I hope everyone comes out in favor of marriage equality! And, like the Golden Girls often did…try something new. It’ll give you something to talk about with your friends over cheesecake!

*****

Blurb:

Kate Pacinelli has been infatuated with fellow flight attendant Stephanie Carlson for months. While Kate is out, Steph’s preferences are a mystery. The former cheerleader has a complicated, bisexual past.

It’s a smooth ride for both women until a rough landing shakes them up and changes their relationship.

Hot sex in private doesn’t translate to the public relationship Kate is looking for. She’s fallen for women afraid to come out before and won’t have her heart toyed with again. When Steph avoids conversations and labels with expert seduction, Kate refuses to play closet games. Steph will have to come out or risk losing Kate for good.

A Romantica® lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Barnes & Noble

*****

Author Links:

http://www.cheryldragon.com
http://www.facebook.com/cheryldragon
http://cheryldragon.blogspot.com/