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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!

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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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Not Cadbury’s Drinking Chocolate – Inspiration for a Choccyrotica Story by Slave Nano

More Smut for ChocoholicsMore Smut for Chocoholics is a collection of erotic short stories edited by Tilly Hunter and Kevin Blisse on the theme of chocolate. The anthology is all about over-indulgence and taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate.  It includes stories by Tilly Hunter, Victoria Blisse, Aurelia T Evans, Lucy Felthouse, Ruby Madsen, Jacqueline Brocker, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk, Jillian Boyd, Nicole Gestalt, Annabeth Leong and Anna Sky.

My contribution to More Smut for Chocoholics is a story called ‘Los Conquistadores and the Goddess of Chocolate’. The story is a humorous one and follows two adventurers, Juan and Alonso who, inspired by stories about the legendary Aztec city, desert from Cortez’s army of conquistadores to seek out an erotic paradise fuelled by the drink xocolatl made from the cacao bean. In the story Juan and Alonso get to sample the aphrodisiacal qualities of the Aztec beverage. But be warned, this drink is no Cadbury’s Drinking Chocolate!

Pouring chocolateIt was the Europeans who sweetened and lightened the drink by adding refined sugar and milk and it wasn’t until the 19th century when John Cadbury (why isn’t this man a saint!) developed an emulsification process to make solid chocolate to create the modern chocolate bar.

No, the Aztec version of drinking chocolate was a very different beast. The cocoa beans were ground to a powder and other ingredients, corn and spices such as chillies, were added. The resulting powder was mixed with cold water and stirred with a spoon until foam rose to the surface. The mixture would be poured from one ceramic vessel to another to enhance the foam. Sometimes it was prepared not as a beverage but with a texture more like porridge.

The resulting drink was dark, greasy, thick and bitter tasting. In fact, it sounds quite disgusting!

 

If you want to give it a try yourselves I’ve found a recipe for an authentic Aztec Chocolate Corn Drink:

¼ cup dry corn

1 Mexican vanilla bean (cooked in 1 cup water)

¼ lb cocoa beans, dark roasted

¾ cup honey

Dried chilli peppers to taste

Toast the corn in a dry frying pan and soak overnight in a cup of water. The next day grind the cocoa beans in a blender with enough hot water to form a sauce then mix in the honey and ground dried chillies. Boil the vanilla bean in a cup of water for about 10 minutes and add that to the corn and chocolate mixture. Blend all the ingredients together with icy water. The chillies are optional!

 

So, there you go – an authentic Aztec xocolatl as experienced by Juan and Alonso, the two conquistadores in my story. I’ve got to confess I’ve not tried the recipe myself. I think I’ll stick to a bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk!

Grab your copy of More Smut for Chocoholics here.

 

Story extract

The high priestess had laid out ceramic vessels at the foot of the great statue of Ixcacao.  She had taken the red pods of the cocoa plant and ground their beans into a powder.  She blended a small amount of corn and other secret spices.  This was all mixed with water and stirred in the ceramic bowl until froth rose to the top of the mixture.  She poured the drink out into a set of smaller ceramic bowls decorated with the image of a jaguar-headed man.

“The xocolatl is prepared, “announced Ixquic.  “You must come forward and receive it.”

The two men were accompanied out of the plunge pool.  Alonso felt a bit disappointed; he was enjoying the attention of the girls, but Juan was eager with anticipation.  This was the moment he had been waiting for, the fulfilment of the erotic visions old Gonzalo had described to him.  The high priestess gestured to them to kneel in front of the statue of Ixcacao.

“You are privileged.  This is the food of the Goddess.”

She offered a bowl to each of them and at the foot of the statue and in the presence of her high priestess decorated in gold jewellery they took their first tentative sips.  At first they both pulled a face.  They didn’t know what to expect.  The beverage was thick, more like porridge than a drink.  It was greasy, dark and bitter.  They took a few more sips, conscious that this was clearly a ritual that should not be rushed and, in any case, the texture of the drink was such it could hardly be guzzled down.  It was Alonso who reacted first.

“Hmm, I’m not sure.  It’s a bit bitter.  I reckon if you added something to sweeten it and some milk to make it creamier and then squashed it down into little solid blocks you might be onto something.”

“Little blocks?  You come up with the most idiotic of ideas Alonso!”

 

Grab your copy of More Smut for Chocoholics here.

 

Slave NanoAbout the author

Slave Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, bdsm and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.  His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica and Coming Together. His full length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a bdsm/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. You can find out more about Slave Nano and his writing on his website at www.slavenano.co.uk

Sensual, Sinful Chocolatey Indulgence is Here

Hi everyone,

The rumours are true… More Smut for Chocoholics is now available!

This melting hot anthology contains my sexy F/F tale, Dip it Low. Here’s the blurb:

More Smut for ChocoholicsYet more Tales of Sensual, Sinful Chocolately Indulgence is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Tilly Hunter with assistance from Kev “Mitnik” Blisse.

More Smut for Chocoholics is all about over indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors.. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

More Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Tilly Hunter, Victoria Blisse, Aurelia T Evans, Lucy Felthouse, Ruby Madsen, Jacqueline Brocker, James McArthur, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk, Jillian Boyd, Nicole Gestalt, Slave Nano, Annabeth Leong and Anna Sky.

And don’t you just loooove that cover?!

Grab the book here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/more-smut-for-chocoholics/

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Spooky Smut in the City

spookysitcThe brief for the hop was that my post should be sexy and scary, not wet your pants scary, which actually, is utterly perfect for me. Because that sums up what I like as a person, and what I like to write. I have such a vivid imagination that I won’t read serious  horror books or watch horror films. I wouldn’t sleep – and that’s definitely not a good thing. I’m terrifying when I haven’t had enough sleep!

So, here’s my sexy snippet, which is from my vampire erotic story, A Party to Remember, which appears in the newly-released The House of Erotica Witching Hour anthology. Enjoy!

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Then he kissed me. Once my body processed what my brain was screaming at it, I reacted. I pushed his chest as hard as I could, then ducked out of the way, moving for the door.

“What the fuck!”

Before I could get even halfway to the door, he was on me again. He gripped me around the waist and pulled me to him. He seemed not to notice my stamping hard on his foot, or elbowing him in the ribs. He didn’t even blink when I slapped him in the face. But his pupils seemed to grow and he grabbed my wrists and slammed me against the wall.

I’d never been so turned on in my life. And the realization shocked me to my very core.

Dracula’s lithe yet fiercely strong body had me pinned to the wall. I was completely helpless. When he bent to kiss me again I didn’t resist. It was like he’d put some kind of spell on me. If vampires were real, I’d have said he was glamoring me. Part of my mind knew I didn’t even like the guy, let alone want to do anything with him. But the rest of it, and my body, wanted him naked and fucking me like there was no tomorrow.

In the blink of an eye, he’d swept me up in his arms like some helpless damsel in distress and carried me to the bed. All the drapes were pinned back so he deposited me on the mattress before climbing in after me. Then he went about closing all of the curtains, leaving us cocooned in complete darkness.

I lay waiting for his next move. Oddly, I was no longer scared. I was truly living for the here and now. And, let’s face it, who knew how much here and now I had left? Whatever spell he’d put on me, it was a good one.

I felt him move beside me, then a cool hand slipped around my face and turned it towards him. His lips met mine once more, and I opened my mouth. His tongue slipped inside, caressing and dancing with mine until I was dizzy with lust. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip and smiled to myself. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

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You can grab your copy of The House of Erotica Witching Hour anthology here. It also contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Isabel Holley, Nicky Raven, Heather Lin, Vanessa de Sade, Gemma Parkes, Tilly Hunter, Elizabeth Black, Nephylim, Annabeth Leong and Daddy X.

Don’t forget to head back to http://spooky.smutinthecity.co.uk tomorrow for the next post. Happy hopping!

New Release: Coming Together With Curves

If you swung by yesterday, you probably already know that Coming Together With Curves is out. If you did, I’m telling you again… I’m just that excited! If you have no idea what I’m going on about, read on…

Curvy girls and the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.

Sales proceeds benefit Parkinson’s UK.

Contents: Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter), Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem), Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick), Captivated (Elizabeth Lapthorne), Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse), Girl Next Door (Bella Blake), Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden), The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde), The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse), Riding School (Bella Blake), Flesh For Fantasy (Lexie Bay).

There’s more info, an excerpt and buy links here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/coming-together-with-curves/

Add this awesome anthology to your Goodreads shelves.

Why is the Seaside Sexy? By Tilly Hunter

I’m delighted to announce this post from Tilly Hunter, who has a story in Smut by the Sea Volume 2. Here, she tells us more about it…

I’m specifically talking about the British seaside here, which is a special case far removed from the shimmering seas and golden sands of Biarritz or the Caribbean. It is often cold and wet, grey sea blending with grey sky, while the ‘attractions’ tend to be a bit shabby and very tacky. You can’t even eat a bag of chips without aggressive seagulls trying to pinch them.

So why the hell do we cling to the idea of the seaside as being a place of fun and frolics? Because sometimes, maybe on about three days of the year, it gets warm enough for hardy types to strip to their bikinis. Because, as an island people, the sea draws us to itself. We paddle despite the chill; it simply has to be done. Because a trip to the seaside, even for a day, gives you that holiday feeling, the urge to do something a little crazy, whether it’s stuff your face full of candy floss or find a hot guy to fuck under the pier. I find it easier to suspend my disbelief for stories of that kind of escapist fantasy when they happen at the seaside.

It’s that escapism and sense of fun that the Smut by the Sea anthologies tap into. They’re light-hearted and carefree. They’re a little taste of summer holidays that remind you of a fresh breeze on your face and sand between your toes.

I tried to capture something of that contradiction, between the reality of a cold, grey seaside and the fantasy of sun and sex, in my story, Stuck on the Edge. The weather is cold, the sea is cold, the sky is grey, but the couple involved reach that place where the fantasy takes over and they’re going to fuck in the sea despite the risk of hypothermia.

I reached for his flies, popped his button and fumbled with the zip until he took over. I slid my jeans and knickers down in one go. Thank God for hipsters that don’t actually need undoing. Kicking them off one leg, I left them trailing from the other. The cold hit me again as parts that had been wrapped in fabric, however thin and wet, were exposed. I welcomed it in, feeling that cold hit my outer labia like the tease of an ice cube. I made friends with it, chatted it up and seduced it. Cold was my new fetish. But all I said was, “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” Gareth agreed. We’d been married fifteen years. One word carried a wealth of understanding.

You can buy Smut by the Sea Vol 2 at All Romance, Amazon UK and Amazon.com.

Tilly Hunter is a British author and proofreader with a wicked imagination and a fondness for tales of fresh air and kinky fun. She has stories in anthologies from House of Erotica, Xcite Books and MLR Press and her first solo collection Miranda’s Tempest: Three Classic Tales with a Kinky Twist is out now from House of Erotica. She blogs at www.tillyhuntererotica.blogspot.com.