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New Release: The Big Book of Submission Volume 2

Hi folks,

I’m delighted to announce that I have a story in a brand-new anthology out today! The Big Book of Submission Volume 2, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, features my tale, The Sound of Silence. Read more about the collection below.


Whether you are simply curious about submission or regularly revel in the delights of BDSM, these sixty-nine erotic short stories about submissives will turn you on! From participating in a musical recital that takes a very kinky turn to making a grocery run while using sex toys to indulging in a risqué office encounter during working hours, these subs delight in obeying (or deliberately disobeying) their masters and mistresses in public and in private. They are rewarded and punished in the most wicked of ways that will leave you breathless. Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, with stories by Selena Kitt, Jade A. Waters, Dorothy Freed, and Sommer Marsden among other talented writers, The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2 offers arousing tales that delve deep into the thrills of spanking, bondage, power dynamics, service, exhibitionism, erotic adventure, and much more.

Grab your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-big-book-of-submission-volume-2/

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36286814-big-book-of-submission-volume-2

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

New Release: Best Bondage Erotica 2015

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce that Best Bondage Erotica 2015 is out now in paperback and eBook formats. The anthology contains my story, Trinity’s New Hobby. Here’s the skinny:

Rachel Kramer Bussel was at the vanguard of this new era of BDSM. Always a step ahead of the zeitgeist, this award-winning editor knows your private fetishes a lot better than you do. Now that 2 million readers are bondage curious, thanks to the runaway popularity of the Fifty Shades series, Rachel can help them explore their fantasies and realize their deepest desires.

Want your copy? Grab it here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/best-bondage-erotica-2015/

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

Christmas Wonder Giveaway Hop! #ChristmasWonderHop

Celebrate the Wonder of the Season! Visit all of the blogs to see what they love most about the season and which books have made their Christmas wish lists! There’s a giveaway at each stop so be sure to visit them all!


The past few months have been tough for me and my family, so what I’m most looking forward to this Christmas is some time off work, some serious sleeping sessions and lots of reading!

To me, the only thing better than reading is reading for a good cause – so why not check out Coming Together: With Curves? This is a charity anthology co-edited by myself and Victoria Blisse, with every single penny being donated to Parkinson’s UK, a cause very close to both our hearts. It’s available in both eBook and print format, so you can read it however you like – and even gift copies to your friends and family!

If you like curvy chicks, Rubenesque beauties, BBWs… you get the idea, then definitely check out this book as there are some seriously sexy ladies nestled between the covers. Containing stories from Tilly Hunter, Lily Harlem, JoAnne Kenrick, Elizabeth Lapthorne, Victoria Blisse, Bella Blake, Sommer Marsden, Giselle Renarde, Lucy Felthouse and Lexie Bay, this is one collection you do not want to miss!

So, what are you waiting for? Grab your copy here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/coming-together-with-curves/

Now check out the giveaways, then scroll down to see the links to the rest of the blogs on the hop.

Happy Hopping!
Lucy x


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A Snog for Sommer – Pack of Lies


Pack of LiesThis Sunday Snog is a little different to usual. This one is a special event – A Snog for Sommer. Sommer Marsden, fellow writer and all-round fantastic person, is currently going through a tough time – her husband has cancer and so they’re down to one salary, plus they have all his medical bills to pay. So this snog is to help out Sommer and her family – you can do that by buying her books (which are fabulous – I’ve read several and loved them), purchasing Summer Loving, where all proceeds go to Sommer, or by heading to the Smut for Good page and making a donation. Or you could do all three!

So, without further ado, here’s my snog from Pack of Lies, my recently-released paranormal romance novel. Don’t forget to scroll down and enter my giveaway, then check out all the other blogs on the hop!

“Yep. Come here.” Nathaniel snaked out a hand and gripped the back of Isaac’s neck, pulling him in for a heat-filled, passionate kiss. Their need for each other made them clumsy. Their teeth clashed together, but neither man cared. They continued to kiss hungrily, their tongues dueling for dominance, fighting then dancing together in an erotic movement that had them both gasping for air within seconds. Moving away to drag in precious lungfuls, they gazed at each other before diving back into their kiss.

Isaac cupped Nathaniel’s stubble-covered cheeks and pulled him in harder still, until their lips were pressed so bruisingly together they’d be showing signs for a long time afterward. God, he wanted him. Needed him. At this stage being sucked off and exploding down Nathaniel’s throat would do, but what he really wanted was to be buried deep inside his arse, fucking him until they both screamed their climaxes.

Kissing the other man until his jaw ached, Isaac pulled away and ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the hungry look on Nathaniel’s face, not to mention the glimpse of his cock, which was hard again despite his recent orgasm.

“Fuck, Nath, I want you.”

Nathaniel grinned, his green eyes glinting and his dimples deepening, threatening to send Isaac into a meltdown. “How do you want me, gorgeous?”

“On your back on the bed. I want to see your face as I fuck you.”

You can get your hands on Pack of Lies here.

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22756241-pack-of-lies

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Happy Reading,
Lucy x


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Poster Boy for Average by Sommer Marsden (@sommer_marsden)


Indie photographer and book cover artist Aubrey Singleton is living up to her last name. A long summer at the lake has cured her of her recent breakup, and she’s embracing life as a single woman. What she’s not prepared for is to come back home to find she has a handsome new single neighbor.

Mike Sykes is a roofer—though he’s afraid of heights—a father of two and recently divorced. Oh and one might classify him as smoking hot.

The photographer in Aubrey is smitten, the single woman in her is breathless. She’s ready to make Mike a star—on book covers and, though she’s wary of a broken heart, in her life. He’s not so sure. Mike sees himself as a life complication due to his younger son’s illness, and not hot by a long shot. In fact, he thinks he’s the poster boy for average.

But a “business” trip to Key West, rife with hunky models, sets a backdrop for a shot at true love…

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Poster Boy For AverageExcerpt:

They rounded Deerhorn Avenue and Aubrey turned left toward home. She could feel her pulse pounding heavily in her temples. She should never have thought to mix running and attraction. Not her smartest move.

“Not really. I haven’t had sex in eight months. I think a man full of himself would probably be having a lot more.”

She almost tripped, swayed on her feet and reached out blindly for support. He clasped her hand and steadied her.

“Did I surprise you?”

“Yeah. A bit. But…why would you tell me that?” she asked. “Most men I know would die first before copping to that.”

“Why’s that? It just means I made a choice.”

They were standing in the street, staring at each other. Aubrey wasn’t entirely sure when that had happened. She also became extremely aware that his hand was still on her elbow.

“Well, you’re not alone. I made a choice too. And ya know…why not tell a person I just met, right?”

“I told you because I’m flirting with you,” Mike said.

That shut her up. Few things did. Bradlee would be overjoyed.

“Is that wise?”

“Flirting with you or copping to it? Or both?”

“I just mean…we live next door to each other. What if it were to be a colossal disaster?”

“That would only happen if you were flirting with me too, Aubrey. Were you?” The pressure of his hand on her elbow increased just enough to quicken her heart.

“No! I mean, not really…” He stared at her with those pale-blue eyes. “Okay, maybe some. Just a bit.”

Hi gaze grew more heated and she felt it in her belly. Remembered the dream of him making her come. The image made her blush—she could feel it.

He touched her cheek. “I’m glad. Even if it was just a bit.”

She swallowed hard. “Maybe a little more than just a bit.”

He leaned in and her body seemed to tingle with electricity. “Even better.”

She was hot and sweaty and probably gross to look at, and yet all she wanted in the world was for him to kiss her. It was enough to make her feel a little lightheaded.

“I’d kiss you,” he said, plucking the thought from her mind. “But you look terrified.”

“I do?”

“You do. Is it because we’re neighbors and we get along and you want to take naked pictures of me?” Poster Boy for Average 33

She stood straight, giving an offended little cry. “Not naked!”

“Just trying to see if you’re paying attention.”


About the Author:

Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Called “one of the top storytellers in the erotic genre” by Violet Blue, Sommer Marsden writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Ellora’s Cave, Excessica, Xcite Books and Resplendence Publishing. She’s the author of numerous erotic novels including Poster Boy for Average, The Accidental Cougar, Lost in You, and Learning to Drown. Visit http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

Billionaires Abound… by Sommer Marsden (@sommer_marsden)

Really. They were everywhere for a while there. I guess we can thank Christian Grey for that one. And how many are there in the real world? I have no answer, maybe you do. Probably more than I expect but a lot less than the fiction world would lead us to believe. So when I was asked by an editor I adore to write an erotic romance that maybe included a rich guy, I had to think…how rich did I want to make him?

Lost In YouI wanted Dorian Martin to be believably rich. Not the kind of rich where I’d be like: really? Who can do that? Who can afford that? So I settled for old money. Family money. And just enough of it to have some luxury without testing the limits of my belief.

I have to admit, now that he’s available for the world to read, I think Dorian turned out quite yummy. Buying and revamping a luxury mall, having access to a small private plane, wooing a girl with his magical key that opens any store, offering up a trip to Paris…not very hard to believe for a lot of people.

And he’s not just rich. He’s handsome, funny, kind but no pushover. He’s perfectly imperfect and the kind of man it would be damn near impossible not to fall in love with. More than anything, he’s one of my favorite heroes ever. He’s a dream come true and not just because he has some moolah but because he had a very generous heart. And his body certainly isn’t hard to look at.

What’s not to like?


Trapped inside a luxury mall during a violent storm, small town girl, Clover Brite, is thrust into the arms of international playboy Dorian Martin. Lightning strikes inside the building as well as outside…

Clover is the site manager for the renovation of the Baltimore Rotunda and first meets the owner, Dorian, when the ‘storm of the century’ traps the two of them inside the luxury mall. Upscale stores surround them and all are available at the end of Dorian’s keyring, and though money doesn’t impress her much, they begin to fall for each other.

Too aware of the differences between them and struggling with angst from her childhood, Clover flees back to her small town world. Dorian follows in hot pursuit. But will Clover realise that what happened that stormy night could lead to a future?


He pulled me to him, his hand chivalrously against my lower back. He held my right hand, not stiffly and formally but close to his chest, and pressed his cheek to mine. We danced.

I shut my eyes and simply let myself be. I didn’t want to analyse this situation, I wanted to cherish it.

He hummed softly and we rocked. It wasn’t a big shiny dance number, it was subtle. It wasn’t that flashy movie moment, it was two people holding each other and moving just a bit as a storm raged outside.

‘What are you humming?’ I whispered. It felt right to whisper.

‘You don’t recognise it?’

I inhaled deeply and the scent of Dorian Martin filled my head. It was magical. It made me feel unhinged in the most wonderful way.

‘I do but I can’t quite put my finger on it.’

‘My mother used to play it endlessly when I was growing up. On an album, no less.’

That made me laugh. ‘You really are ancient, right?’

He chuckled. I felt him kiss my hair and desire, sudden and startling, hit me. I tried to remember wanting a man the way I found myself wanting this one. I couldn’t recall a single instance.

‘I know. Old as dirt.’ Then he turned me slowly and I could see the empty marquee over his shoulder. He hummed a bit more and then, softly, ‘Strangers in the Night . . .’

I smiled. ‘Only it’s not night.’

‘Sounds better than strangers in the rainy afternoon.’

‘Strangers in a monsoon?’ I teased.

‘It’s actually a super-storm. Like a sci-fi movie.’

‘When does the octosharkogator arrive?’

‘I’m not sure,’ he said. Up close his eyes were a true evergreen. He watched me intently. I’d never felt more naked. Especially while utterly clothed and upright.

‘Oh.’ I’d run out of pithy responses.

‘But I know I’d better do this before it gets here.’

We didn’t stop moving. We kept rocking gently, more of a cooperative sway than a dance, as he pushed his hands into my hair and held my head. His mouth was warm and soft and tasted of sweet red wine.

When he kissed me, I felt something in me crumble. Some part that I had fought to hold tight to, calm and stiff against all worry and loneliness. I had my grandmother, sure, but that was all I had. I treasured her but it was no substitute for some kind of romantic attachment in my life. I didn’t need a knight in shining armour, but a person to share things with wouldn’t hurt. It was a fact I rarely let myself examine. A craving I rarely let myself surrender to.

I kissed him back and the hunger in that kiss scared me. It was terrifying, in that moment, how my hands roamed over him and my heart beat just for him. How the sound I made was a very simple broadcast of desire. Normally I’d have been mortified, horrified, embarrassed.

I wasn’t. I was happy right there, right then, in his arms as the weather raged on.

[To be continued]


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Sommer MarsdenBio:

Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Called “one of the top storytellers in the erotic genre” by Violet Blue, Sommer Marsden writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Ellora’s Cave, Excessica, Xcite Books and Resplendence Publishing. She’s the author of numerous erotic novels including Lost in You, Restricted Release, Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, and Learning to Drown. Visit http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

Guest Blogger: Sommer Marsden

Restricted ReleaseWith a grain of salt…okay, a bucket.

There are books that are special somehow. Maybe there’s a tad more of me in them. Or I fell super duper hard for my characters. Or they come from a place inside me that’s a little deeper than the rest (hold your sex jokes!). For whatever reason, the releases of certain books are more nerve wracking than others.

Restricted Release is one of those books. First of all, I wrote it two summers ago and just sat on it. I have no idea why. I wasn’t ready to let it go and I wasn’t sure where I wanted it to go. Then when I was assigned an amazing new editor at Ellora’s Cave I thought hmm…After all that time, when I finally made up my mind and decided I wanted to submit it to her in hopes that she would want it, I couldn’t get it out fast enough.

But I was scared. More scared than I’d been about a book in a long time.

When my new editor proclaimed herself a fan and said she’d read and liked my other books, well, damn…that was really nerve wracking. What if she hated it? What if she thought it was horrible and then had to tell me? What if, what if, what if!

And why was I so paranoid about this damn book?

I figured out why one night out of the blue. I realized I’d written Restricted Release for me. Just for me. Which is probably why I sat on it for so long. I had no concrete plans for that book beyond getting it out of my head. That was where the thought processes stopped. And for a long time, I doubted anyone would want it.

While you’re in the process of writing a book just for yourself it’s freeing. While you’re waiting to hear about said book it’s terrifying.

Ellora’s Cave took it (as you can see), and now my fear lies with the reviews. It’s inevitable, really. The book will get reviews. Hopefully, (I think) by review sites. Definitely by people on Goodreads and the like.

I want readers to like it and the mere thought of them not liking it is horrifying. And yet, I must remember to take any criticism (and even praise) with a grain of salt…okay, a bucket. That’s a hard thing to remember at times like this. That’s a hard thing to remember, period, if you’re a writer (I think). When characters I spent an entire summer with are now cavorting around out there without me, it’s hard not to fret. But the point is for my characters to be read, beyond that I should have no expectations. As Shakespeare said, “Expectation is the root of all heartache.” So I shouldn’t have any, right? However, that’s much easier to say than to do.

But I’ll start practicing now. Om…



Copyright © SOMMER MARSDEN, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

We sat in the center of his box-cluttered living room floor on a large blanket. Around us was scattered some leftover takeout, cheese, crackers, a box of lemon cookies, mixed nuts, olives, pickles and a bottle of wine.

“This should be disgusting,” he said, eating a pickle with a piece of cheese on a cracker.

“But it‘s so, so good,” I said, eating my own cracker with cheese. I ate it in small nibbles because my stomach was electric.

“Really?” He cocked his head. “Because you barely seem to be eating.” He touched my leg with his bare foot. He was warm.

“I‘m eating.” I pulled the sweatshirt he‘d draped over me close to my body. Besides his sweatshirt, I wore my white slouchy socks and we‘d located my panties.

He held out a box of cookies. “I’m good,” I said.

Matt studied me. “I‘m not as dumb as I look, you know.”

I ate the rest of my cracker and took a sip of wine. It was nice. It had that whiskey aftertaste I usually hate and yet I didn‘t this time. There was enough of a fruity burst in it to temper the oak. “I don‘t think you look dumb at all. I think you look really smart,” I said.

I hoped he didn‘t hear the mixture of annoyance and anxiety in my voice. I wanted to get past the food thing.

No chance.

“So tell me, mysterious neighbor. Why do you seem to be a person who sticks very close to home? Why do you seem so…gun-shy? Is that a good description?”

I tried to nod but my head barely moved.

“I know why I‘ve been a monkish man for almost a year. Why have you been Sister Clara Barrett?”

I cleared my throat. “I don‘t know.”

He cocked his head and then cut his eyes away. He tried to make it look nonchalant, but I knew what he was doing. He was giving me a moment to consider the situation.



Matt held up a hand, looking me right in the eye so I felt totally naked. For a crazy moment I felt as if there were no barriers between what was inside of me and what was inside of him. He said, “You were bold enough this morning to straight up tell me you wanted to have sex with me.”

I opened my mouth but he kept that silencing hand up and I shut my mouth with an audible snap. His fingers slipped beneath my sock, circled my ankle and he said very softly, “Please let me finish before you throw up your security fences and barriers.”

My throat was tight. I nodded.

“You were bold enough to watch me in my bathroom. When I probably could have spotted you at any time, and I sorta kind of did at the end there. And…” He squeezed my ankle and the pressure went right to my pussy. “You were bold enough to come over here on a…” He chuckled. “Booty call.”

I made a small noise of protest but then laughed. Our laughter mingled and I felt a rightness I couldn‘t remember feeling. It scared the shit out of me.

“But you won‘t tell me what your history is, Clara?” He didn‘t say it to belittle me. I could tell he wasn‘t angry. It was simply a question to help him understand. And that made me tell him.

I finished my wine in three big gulps and leaned back on my hands, keeping my legs in crisscross-applesauce fashion.

“I was married.” I picked at a loose thread on my sock and then looked at him. His eyes were amazing. Gorgeous and kind and deep—if they were the windows to Matt Millen’s soul, his soul was a wonder of the Universe.

“I‘m going to say this in one big breath and get it over with, okay?” I said, feeling my eyes sting a little. I willed myself not to cry. I could not cry. That would be stupid. That bad part of my life was over. I needed to move past it.

“Okay,” Matt said. His hand stayed around my ankle, loose but comforting. He wasn‘t eating or drinking, but he wasn‘t poking or prodding either. He was waiting. Listening. Paying attention.

“I was married to a man who wasn‘t…nice.” I shrugged but it felt like I was being blasé about something that was anything but. So I stilled my body and went on, willing myself to be strong. “He didn’t beat me or anything. But he carved me up emotionally. My sister Cat once said it would have been better if he had beaten me.” My voice had gotten small. My stomach hurt.

His eyes flashed with anger but he kept his face schooled. “And why is that?”

I blew out a shuddery breath and whispered. “She said that if he‘d left bruises on me—broke bones—I‘d have known that it was wrong. But as it stood, he got inside my head and…” I tapped my temple. “Fucked with me. He played on my biggest fears and weaknesses to control me. It‘s like in those books where you read about demons and possession and Hell,” I laughed. “He infiltrated my brain and he trapped me with my own fear.”

Matt sighed and popped an olive in his mouth. “I‘m going to go out on a limb here, slim lady, and say one of your issues is food and body image?”

My cheeks heated and I nodded, saying nothing at all. I had to fight the urge to cover myself with his sweatshirt. To pull it down over my knees and hide myself in it. It was a war I still waged most days, even thought I was alone about 80 percent of the time.

He watched me. He was waiting.



Clara is the recovering anorexic who’s nearly become a shut-in after the end of her emotionally abusive marriage. Matt is the new boy next door. Graphic artist, nice guy, funny…accepting of Clara.  She wants him, he wants her—but Clara is afraid.

Nadia is the stand-in—Matt’s idea, Clara’s challenge to accept. A longtime friend of Matt’s, she’s a sexual surrogate intended to guide Clara until she’s not afraid of Matt’s desire for her or hers for him. Twosomes become threesomes, watching becomes touching and lust becomes love.

When Matt moved in next door, lust was the last thing Clara expected. Two lovers never crossed her mind. And the need to make a choice was something she thought she’d never encounter. But she’s bolder now, healing, and everything has changed. And a choice must be made, no matter how hard.

Inside scoop: Clara’s healing includes a hot woman who wants to show her how desirable she is, as well as f/m/f menagés.

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Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).

Her erotic novels include Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, and Learning to Drown. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.

Sommer’s short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and online.Visit her at Unapologetic Fiction http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com