Lucy Felthouse's Blog, page 127
February 14, 2017
The Writing Experiment by K D Grace (@kd_grace)
When I wrote Toys for Boys, I had already been playing around with placing myself in the story as writer, as scribe. Because I’d walked the Wainwright Coast to Coast, and because I remembered those days when all I wanted at the end of the day was to be warm and dry and asleep in my bed, I already had common ground with Doc and Will and their trials. Writers are always voyeurs to some extent. Certainly we’re always people watchers. And quite often we feel like we’re doing little more than reporting our characters’ stories as they whisper them in our ear. When that happens, it’s always amazing, the unexpected directions a story can take.
I wanted to bring that experience of the characters telling their story to the forefront of Toys for Boys and make it a literal part of the story – sort of share with the reader what we writers experience with our characters on a daily basis. I was very lucky because Will and Doc were more than happy to share.
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High tech meets low tech in a wilderness adventure that sizzles.
Toys for Boys Blurb:
Alpha nerd Will Charles teams up with Caridoc ‘Doc’ Jones in a coast to coast walk across England reviewing outdoor gift suggestions for the Christmas edition of Toys for Boys—an online magazine dedicated to the latest gadgets to tickle a man’s fancy. Will is recording their adventures with the latest smart phone technology. Doc is reviewing the latest outdoor gear. The two quickly discover the great outdoors provides even better toys for boys, toys best shared al fresco, toys that, in spite of Will’s great camera work, will never be reviewed in Toys for Boys.
Note: Toys for Boys has been previously published as part of the Brit Boys: With Toys boxed set.
Buy Toys for Boys Here:
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Excerpt:
In that drowsy disconnected place between sleep and wakefulness, Doc was aware of only two things; the warm, hard body he held against his chest in a spoon position, and the fact that his hard-on was pressed up nice and tight between the pillowed muscles of two firm arse cheeks, Will fucking Charles’ arse cheeks and, damn if he wasn’t shifting and shoving against the bloke like some horny dog.
Suddenly he was wide awake as the events of the past day came flooding back to him. He stopped moving, stopped breathing, feeling the beat of his heart in the leaden weight of his balls. He lay with one arm folded beneath his head like a plucked chicken wing, and just as goose bumped for being outside the warmth of the sleeping bag. He held Will secure against his body with the other arm, which curved low over Will’s hip, low enough that he could cup the man’s sac in his palm. The soft tickle of pubic curls against his fingertips assured him, to his horror, that was exactly what he was doing.
Before he could withdraw from the bloke’s personal space, Will fucking Charles shifted slightly and Doc not only found his erection pressed even tighter between clenching buttocks, but the man’s cock was suddenly in full contact with his groping hand, too hard, too warm and silky smooth for him to ignore. Before he could make a conscious decision of what to do, Will made the choice for him, moaning in some dream, which Doc could only imagine was partly responsible for the urgency of the bloke’s hard-on. He shifted again and curled his fingers, vice-grip tight around Doc’s, effectively securing his clench on his penis, demonstrating how he liked to be touched, then he began to thrust with purpose in and out of Doc’s hand.
Fucking hell! Doc was not about to take advantage of a sleeping man, no matter how tempting. He held his breath, held dead still, which took a gargantuan amount of concentration, the ache in his own cock at least as urgent. He’d never be able to explain the situation to Will if he woke up like this. It was taking advantage. His thoughts flashed on the shivering, nearly incoherent, man he’d held to him last night, praying to all the gods of the great outdoors that his body heat would bring the man’s temperature up. And just when he was about run the risk of embarrassing both of them by waking Will, the bloke once again took the choice out of his hands, quite literally, by moving his own hand down to cup his cock himself.
Doc jerked away a little more quickly than he intended. Will caught his breath and thrust back against Doc’s aching load, and that was it. Doc was scrambling out of the sleeping bag, battling with the zip to the tent, holding on with all the self-control he had.
“You all right?” Will’s sleepy voice called after him as he shoved his way out of the tent.
“Gotta pee,” he managed, which was the truth, but nothing was going to happen until he took care of more urgent needs. He managed half a dozen steps, tripped over a tree root and went down on one knee in the wet leaf litter.
“Fuck me!” he heard Will gasp from behind him. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if he suddenly found himself on a stage in the West End amid a line of dancing girls doing the can-can for a packed house. Urgent had become critical and there was nothing to do but hold on for dear life and let nature take its course. Jerking at his cock with a choke hold—one thrust, two, and three, and his whole body tightened and convulsed. Vesuvius erupted. And kept erupting until he feared the effort would turn him inside out. Even as the chill of morning bathed his back in goose flesh, the front of his body still held the heat, the muscle memory of clenching Will tight against him.
“Fuck me sideways!”
Breathing like a hurricane, Doc fell back on his arse in the wet grass and looked up to see Will fucking Charles standing bare arsed in front of the tent having his own eruption in one hand while the other aimed the goddamned urBrain at Doc.
When Will had finished shooting his wad, he knelt and wiped his hand on the wet grass. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he managed, still struggling to breathe. His eyes were bright with mischief, and his lips parted in just such a way that Doc had a sudden urge to bite the bottom one before he covered that mouth with his own. That desire was quickly superseded, however, by the urge to throttle the bastard.
“I should have left you outside to freeze your balls off last night.” Doc forced his way to his feet.
“Oh God, you have to see this, mate.” Will was already watching the playback.
“Fuck you, William! This isn’t over.” As an afterthought, he reached out and viciously pinched the man’s nipple, which was chilled to a hard peak from the slight morning breeze. The catch of breath and the little hiss of pain caused his cock to surge again. “This isn’t over, you bastard.”
“I’m counting on it!” Will called after him.
He headed down to the stream to clean up. “And if you point that thing at me again, I’ll make you eat it.”
“If you’re talking about urBrain, well I suppose I could try. I’m pretty good at opening my throat. But if you’re talking about this,” he reached down and waved his cock in a rude gesture. “Afraid I’m gonna have to rely on you for that.”
Fucking hell, if the man kept it up, Doc was gonna need another wank before they even got to breakfast.
He caught a hint of hearty laughter before he stepped into the icy stream, and in spite of the awkward wake-up call, he found himself smiling too. The man had thrown down the gauntlet and then given him permission to play. This walk was really looking up.
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About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology. She enjoys spending time in the gym – right now she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. She loves to read, watch birds and do anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
Find K D Here:
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February 13, 2017
New Release! Jaegar by Gale Stanley (@GaleStanley) #Paranormal #ManLove
Jaegar is book 4 in the Hybrids series. They’re best read in order, but if you haven’t read the others, there’s enough backstory here to get you up to date.
Jaegar
Hybrids 4
Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifters
Length: 21,876 words
Blurb
Panty-melting rocker Jaegar Nash is really a hybrid passing as human. Then, he falls for his bodyguard and discovers a jaguar can’t hide its spots.
Sexy Israeli bodyguard Abram Galante can’t resist his attraction to Jaegar, but when he finally makes his move, he puts them both in danger.
When the existence of hybrids was exposed to the world, their creator, Dr. Joseph Shepard, fled to Russia. Now, he’s back in the States and working for Brian Abbot, CEO of a biotech company. With the fear of terrorism so widespread, Shepard and Abbot know the timing is right to create a new army of super soldiers.
And they plan to start with Jaegar Nash.
Get your copy at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/jaegar
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Jaegar knew he should throw Bram out of his room, the man could be a bounty hunter in disguise, but lust was the enemy of reason. He wanted Bram. Wanted him bad. And he could rationalize it easily. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. It was crucial to find out exactly what Bram knew, and it might be even more important to learn his strengths and weaknesses. That knowledge could be critical to Jaegar’s survival. “Maybe you’re right, Bram.”
“I know I am. I love my job, but my life has been all work and no play. I always thought if I took a risk the sky would fall.
“And what if it does?”
“I think it might be worth it.” Bram leaned in as if he were about to—
Jaegar was totally shocked by the kiss. He’d fantasized about Bram for months, but in his dreams Bram’s lips were always on his cock. He never imagined how warm and soft Bram’s lips would feel against his. Seconds later, Bram took the heat level up a notch. His tongue pressed for entrance, and Jaegar opened his mouth with a low purr. Electricity sparked in the air. The world shifted. Everything changed. It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time. No other act had ever felt so intimate. Bram pulled him closer and deepened the kiss as if he wanted to swallow Jaegar whole. All rational thought disappeared. Only feelings and sensations remained. Jaegar needed to touch Bram. He slipped his hands under Bram’s shirt and gripped his strong back, moaning at the contact.
The kiss went on and on. Jaegar never wanted it to end, but finally they came apart. Bram rested his forehead against Jaegar’s and they both inhaled deeply.
Jaegar wasn’t prepared for these feelings. He had no idea a kiss could feel so sensuous and intimate. “Bram?”
“I know. I feel the same.” Bram sat back. “Can I stay?”
Way past the point of saying no, Jaegar nodded. Bram stood and started removing his clothes. Jaegar watched for a few seconds, and then got up to close the drapes. The room was dim, but not dim enough to hide the feral features that became more pronounced in the heat of passion. Jaegar’s eyes would intensify to a unique shade of amber and his pupils turned into slits. Few had ever noticed, but Jaegar had a ready excuse. He explained it away by saying he had coloboma, a congenital defect in humans. Trying to hide his subtle differences had become second nature. He climbed onto the bed and assumed the position.
Bram chuckled. “Does this mean you want me to top?”
“You said you wanted to fuck me.”
“Oh, yeah. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, but what do you want?”
Jaegar inhaled slowly, impatient to feel the big man mount him. He was pleased that Bram gave him a choice, but his ass clenched with the desire to be filled. “Fuck me, Bram.”
“My pleasure.”
Happy Reading!
Get your copy at Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/jaegar
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Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
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February 12, 2017
British Bad Boys Boxed Set Available for Pre-Order! #99c #99p #preorder
Hi folks,
You might have already heard whispers about this on social media (or possibly excitable shouting), but I wanted to sit down and write a blog post about it. So… yeah… the British Bad Boys boxed set is happening! It’s all come together very quickly, and I confess my head is spinning a little bit, but I’m delighted! This contemporary romance boxed set is releasing on 4th May, and contains novellas from yours truly, Marissa Farrar, Tabitha Rayne, Lexie Bay, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse and K D Grace. My tale is called Fast Lust, and is about a motorcycle racer (ooh, leather!) and a journalist. Read on for a hint of what to expect…
Blurb:
Indulge yourself with this boxed set of stories written by bestselling and award-winning British romance authors. No one knows British bad boys better than they do!
Come and spend time with a dirty-talking London tattoo artist, a Scottish bad boy, a British gangster who won’t take no for an answer, and MORE! These men are all hotter than hell and have accents to die for. Whatever your desire, you’ll find it within these pages.
Packed full of brand new standalone, steamy stories with no cliff-hangers. With happily-ever-afters guaranteed, you won’t want to miss out on this limited collection, available for a short time only!
The set is just 99c/p on pre-order, but this price will go up after release, so to ensure you get the set at this amazing price, pre-order now. All the links are here.
Also, please do add the set to your Goodreads shelves, and “like” our Facebook page for sneak peeks, hot guys, giveaways and more!
Happy Reading,
Lucy x
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February 11, 2017
Saturday Spankings #119 – “I suppose we’ve been too busy…” #SatSpanks
Hi everyone,
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs.
I’m continuing with Doctor’s Orders this week. I hope you enjoy it!
“I couldn’t help but notice just how favourably you reacted when I dragged you into that cupboard the other day at the hospital. I mean, you always react favourably, but you seemed particularly enthusiastic about getting your cock sucked by a doctor in uniform. I hadn’t given much thought to the uniform aspect at the time, as I was just trying to give you a birthday surprise I knew you’d enjoy. But after some consideration, I figured it couldn’t hurt to bring out the medical play element again. In fact, I’m amazed that after all these years, one of us hasn’t thought about it before. I suppose we’ve been too busy with… other things, haven’t we?”
His smile wide, Blake lifted one end of his stethoscope pointedly, then dropped it again.
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…
February 9, 2017
Check out the Sweet Treats Valentine’s Day #99cent #Book Blast & #Kindle + Gift Card #Giveaway! #romance @ginakincade
Welcome to the Sweet Treats Valentine’s Day 99cent Romance Book Blast & Kindle + Amazon Gift Card Giveaway!
February 10th through to February 14th, Valentine’s Day, we have some awesome love gifts for readers!
A group of authors decided to get together and put their books on sale for 99 cents for YOU for Valentine’s Day!
And, cause everyone deserves bit o’ extra love, one lucky giveaway entrant will win a Kindle Fire + $25 Amazon Gift Card to get them started!
So, ladies and gents, click the link below to be swept off to the hidden, deliciously sweet destination filled with all the happily-ever-afters your heart desires, and where our giveaway is just waiting for you to grab hold and enter!
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Multi-Orgasmic is in Kindle Unlimited! #kindleunlimited #ku
Hi everyone,
Kindle Unlimited is a controversial programme. Some people love it, others hate it. Some authors make a ton of money from it, others make very little. But, regardless of all that, and regardless of what I think about it all, I want to be fair to all my readers and give them as many opportunities as possible to read my books. So what I’m going to start doing is putting my self-published books into Kindle Unlimited for one 90-day period to give subscribers a chance to read them. If page reads are off the scale, I may leave them in for another 90-day period, but all I can do is wait and see in that regard. I don’t intend to put my books into KU indefinitely, though, because that’s then being unfair to my Nook, iBooks, Kobo, etc, readers. What I’m trying to do is be fair all round.
So, with that in mind, I’m kicking off this new idea with Multi-Orgasmic, my short story collection, which is now in Kindle Unlimited until the end of April.
Blurb:
From the pen of award-winning erotica author Lucy Felthouse comes a collection of short stories and flash fiction sure to hit the spot.
There’s something for everyone nestling between the pages of this sexy anthology. From spanking to voyeurism, bondage to pegging, solo loving to ménage, with a sprinkling of femdom, maledom and magic, fans of M/F erotic stories will soon discover why this book is described as multi-orgasmic.
Enjoy twenty one titillating tales, over 52,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.
Please note: Many of the stories in this book have been previously published in anthologies and online, but three of the tales are brand new and never-seen-before!
Universal Amazon link: http://mybook.to/multiorgasmic
Happy Reading,
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February 8, 2017
Mid Week Tease: …even the villain of the piece had sex appeal… #MWTease
Hi everyone,
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease! I’m sharing another snippet from my geeky novella A Different Kind of Cosplay. I hope you enjoy it!
After putting the disc in the player, he headed into the kitchen to see how his dinner was coming along. A meal in front of the television was the order of the day, it seemed.
A few minutes later, he settled onto the sofa with his lasagna and garlic bread, a bottle of beer on the table next to him. Time for some Avengers action.
Within half an hour, he’d ascertained that the film wasn’t just for geeks. In fact it was easy to see why it had such a wide appeal—the cast was supremely attractive, whatever gender you were into, the plot was interesting and the dialogue seriously witty. He’d already developed quite the crush on the Black Widow, and Nick Fury’s right-hand woman had a lovely pert backside.
Trying to put himself in Reese’s shoes, Zach looked at the male characters. Okay, when it came to this film, straight women clearly had more eye-candy than they knew what to do with. He vaguely remembered a bunch of crazy stuff going around on the internet about Loki—even the villain of the piece had sex appeal, for heaven’s sake! So much so that it had spilled over into even Zach’s limited social media presence. He barely used Facebook, and he’d never gotten the hang of Twitter. And yet he knew about the rabid fangirls. That was another score for The Avengers, then—truly mass-market appeal. If only there were mass-market gift-buying options.
Sighing, he tried to empty his mind and concentrate on the film. The more he tried to force an idea to present itself, the less likely it would be to happen. He’d just enjoy the entertainment and keep his fingers crossed that his subconscious provided something useful.
Once he’d made the decision, it wasn’t difficult to get sucked back into the narrative. It was engaging, easygoing and fun. Zach surprised himself by thoroughly enjoying the entire thing. Reese would be pleased—not to mention surprised—when the next film came out at the cinema and he offered to go along with her.
Grab your copy of A Different Kind of Cosplay here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-different-kind-of-cosplay/
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February 6, 2017
Wednesday on Thursday: Coffee, Words and Sex by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)
I have never made a secret of my love of coffee. I can’t function without a generous cup of Americano- black and hot- first thing in the morning. There is certainly no way I could get my words down without its magic imagination enhancing qualities. Caffeine is my addiction of choice…
…apart from words. You could easily make a case for claiming that I am equally addicted to words and writing. I am fascinated by words. How they can about, the way we use them, and the power they have. They are, without doubt, the most powerful weapons on earth. Used thoughtlessly, they can cause great hurt and harm; break hearts, minds and start wars. Used well, and the results can be beyond rewarding.
The inspiration behind my new novella, Wednesday on Thursday, came from my belief in the power of words. What would happen, I wondered, if someone became obsessed with how individuals react to certain words when used in certain situations? Certain erotic situations.
I extended this thought a little by asking myself what might happen if that fascination with behaviour reactions to words was observed through a serious of experiments conducted via crossword puzzles and quizzes.
At this point you may be worrying about how much thinking I do- or you may want to read the blurb.
Blurb
There are rumours that the coffee guy has “a thing” about words.
Shrugging off her friend’s concern about the way the man in the cafe stares at her every lunch hour, Wednesday can’t see how his love of words could possibly be hazardous.
The fact is, Wednesday rather enjoys being the centre of an attractive man’s undivided attention. His dark blue eyes alone have provided her with many delicious erotic fantasies, a welcome distraction from the pressures of the real world and a dull job.
It’s totally harmless…
…until there’s an accident with a cup of coffee.
After soaking Wednesday with a hot latte, the coffee guy’s attention suddenly becomes far more enticing—and dangerous.
Drawn into a bizarre world of human behavioural research, where crosswords are used to initiate sexual experiments, Wednesday finds herself driven, not by a desire to further scientific research, but by the need to be rewarded for her hard work by the coffee guy’s captivating research assistant.
A stunning redhead by the name of Thursday…
This novella, as the blurb reveals, is a work that combines everything I love. Coffee, cafes (I write all my stories in my local cafe) and words- not to mention sex. Quite partial to that as well – and if pushed, I rather like redheads…
Here is a little taster from Wednesday on Thursday to whet the appetite.
Chapter One
His hands moved so fast that Wednesday didn’t register what was happening until her top was by her ankles. A large palm came to her neck. She was pinned to the spot, and her bra was tugged down until it lodged beneath her breasts. Then a pair of masculine lips greeted her right nipple.
A delicious wave of climactic shock spun her head with images of what the man with the dark blue eyes might do once he tired of feasting on her chest. Of what it would be like to experience his agile tongue lapping at her pussy, over her butt, around her…
‘Wednesday!’
Snapping out of her recurring fantasy, Wednesday Taylor blushed. ‘Sorry, Carol. I was thinking.’
‘Again?’ Carol smiled. ‘Come on, who is it that’s captured your imagination and lured it away from the paradise of data input? Every time I look at you you’re miles away.’
‘No one. I was planning a holiday.’
‘If you expect me to believe that, then you must think me blind as well as stupid.’ Perching on the edge of Wednesday’s desk, Carol shoved a pile of papers to one side. ‘It’s that guy from the café, isn’t it?’
‘Which guy?’ Wednesday deliberately kept her eyes on her screen.
‘Come off it, Nez. The one who can’t take his eyes off you. Until you take a quick look at him, that is. Then he studies his espresso cup with an expression that suggests he’s trying to work out its molecular structure.’
‘The man to whom you are referring sits in a corner.’ Wednesday flapped away the suggestion with a wave of her hand. ‘He is automatically observing everyone because his seat oversees the entire cafe. I really was contemplating the advantages of Portugal over Spain.’
Carol rolled her eyes and sighed. ‘If you say so, but be careful.’
‘Use a high factor sun screen on the beach, you mean?’
Getting to her feet, Carol seemed to give up on her pursuit of gossip. ‘Seriously, there are rumours about that bloke. He makes me uneasy.’
Winking playfully, Wednesday said, ‘Rumours? Do tell.’
‘I’m serious! Apparently he has this “thing” for words.’
Putting inverted commas around the word “thing” with her hands as she replied, Wednesday laughed. ‘A “thing” for words. Now that is scary. If you’d said he had a “thing” for sharp blades, I’d have been worried.’
‘I’m serious. It’s weird. He doesn’t just watch the women that appeal to him; he sort of visually dissects them. It’s like he’s hunting for something. Or someone.’
Waiting until Carol had returned to her work, Wednesday opened the top drawer of her desk and stared at the napkin she’d slipped in there an hour ago.
That lunchtime, as usual, Wednesday had been trying not to make it obvious that she was watching the coffee guy as he was watching her, when he’d surprised her by a break in his routine. He had got up to leave the cafe exactly two minutes earlier than usual.
As he passed her table en route to the exit he’d almost brushed her shoulder, but not quite. After dropping a napkin lightly onto her lap without uttering a word of explanation, he’d walked out of the door and disappeared into the afternoon.
Back in the safety of her office, regarding the folded serviette as if it were an unexploded bomb, Wednesday felt her palms prickle with perspiration. By comparison, her throat had gone Sahara dry. Even though he hadn’t looked at her as he’d passed by, Wednesday had the strangest sensation that his inkwell eyes saw straight into her soul. That somehow the coffee guy knew what her late night dreams were about.
And who they featured.
Checking to make sure that Carol wasn’t watching her, Wednesday unfolded the note and read the neat looped writing.
I would very much like to see you, Wednesday, on Thursday. I need to check you weren’t burnt. Regards.
Thursday? That’s tomorrow. But when tomorrow? Did he mean he wanted to apologise for spilling the coffee? If so, why hadn’t he said so before? The accident was days ago. And what did he mean by I need to check?
Wednesday pictured the coffee guy steering her into the nearest secluded area of town, trapping her between a wall and his six foot frame, ripping open her shirt, passing his gaze over her pale flesh to check for burn marks…
A sudden tightening of her chest made Wednesday drop the note and slam her desk drawer shut. If she carried on like this, not only would she fail to get anything done, but she’d be sat in damp panties for the rest of the workday.
Again.
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If you’d like to find out what happens next, then you can buy Wednesday on Thursday in e-book format from Amazon UK and Amazon US.
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Many thanks to my lovely friend and fellow Brit Babe, Lucy Felthouse, for hosting me on her fantastic blog today.
Happy reading,
Kay xx
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Bio
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO, and received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has written over 150 erotic stories, including Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector, (KDP, 2016), The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013.
Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on –
Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee
Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor
Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
Bound To Their Faete (Beyond the Veil #3) by Elena Kincaid, Maia Dylan and Sarah Marsh
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: January 25, 2017
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Genre: MFM paranormal romance
Thank you so much for hosting us on your blog today. Bound To Their Faete is the third book in our Beyond The Veil series and we are currently working on the next book. What started out as a fun exercise in our Sinfully More Erotic street team turned into an entire series that the three of us fell in love with. A mysterious world Beyond The Veil as well as our very overprotective Shifters on this side of the Veil.
To be given visions of the future is no small gift, but gifts such as these do not come without a burden…
Blurb
Corrine, a Fae Seer, has spent a long time running. She finds sanctuary with a wolf pack after the Goddess sends her a vision that threatens to rob her of her mate. Her actions to save him come with grave consequences. When one mate turns into two, Corrine returns through the Veil seeking help to reverse what she’s done.
Wolf Alpha Gabe Errikson has spent years pining for a woman who was never meant to be his—or at least not according to his wolf, but he would give up anything, including a traditional mating to be with the woman he loves. When he finds out Corrine has been keeping something from him since day one, he wonders if he will be able to forgive her.
Braxas Beaumont, a cougar Alpha, knew from the moment he laid eyes on Corrine that she was his mate. He also discovers quickly that his long-time friend, Gabe, is hopelessly in love with her as well, but Braxas isn’t accustomed to sharing, especially when it comes to his mate.
Can two powerful Alphas come together to save the woman they are fated to from a darkness that is unlike anything they have ever known? Or will they be bound to their fate?
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Excerpt
“Before we go, there is something I have been meaning to do for quite a long time, Corrine.”
“Oh?”
Braxas let go of her hand as well, and she looked from one to other with suspicion.
“I think you need to be reassured that you belong to Braxas and me. That we are both fully committed to you.”
“I believe you,” she threw in quickly. Braxas assumed that she did not need her seer abilities to know where this was heading.
Gabe however, continued as if she hadn’t spoken. He held up his right hand in a fist, his knuckles facing forward and popped his forefinger up. “You ran from us.” Next up came his middle finger. “You didn’t tell us where you were going.” His ring finger followed. “You lied.” Then his pinky. “You’re very haughty.” And finally his thumb. “You are way too stubborn for your own good.” He tilted his now open and raised palm to the right, poised to strike a particularly beautiful derriere.
“Anything else?” she responded in exactly the haughty manner that Gabe’s fourth finger had coincided with.
Gabe smiled slyly. “That’s reason enough for now.” He lowered his hand and placed it on his knee. “Hike up your dress and come lie across my knees.”
Corrine leaped to her feet. “So you can spank me like some wayward child? I think not.”
“No, so I can spank you like a lover spanks his woman when she aggravates the hell out of him.”
Corrine’s mouth opened on a silent O, and a blush swept over her face and neck. Braxas inhaled her sweet scent of arousal and felt the pressure of his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. Gods, he wanted to be inside of her. “That shade of rose looks lovely on your cheeks.”
Corrine’s head whipped in his direction. “You’re just going to let him do this to me?”
Braxas chuckled. “Let him? Hell, I encourage him. I have no doubt that all three of us are going to enjoy it immensely.” He smiled widely at her. “Especially if that lovely rose color blooms across your ass as well.”
She opened her mouth as if she had something to say, but shut it just as quickly. She took one step towards Gabe and paused, looking from one to the other. Braxas knew she was excited by the prospect of being spanked by Gabe while he watched, but he also sensed her trepidation. In the end, fear won out, and their little doe, temporarily mesmerized by headlights, broke her own spell and bolted out the door.
Gabe stared at the empty doorway as he spoke. “Tell me something, Braxas. Do cougars like the chase as much as wolves do?”
Braxas smiled widely again, but more for himself since Gabe still stared straight ahead. “Indeed we do.”
It took only a few seconds before the pair of them, in unison, chased after her.
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About Maia Dylan:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!
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About Sarah Marsh:
Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives. She has only recently began her writing career, finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures, she decided to try writing something of her own.
Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind … she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.
When it comes to life in general, she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.
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About Elena Kincaid:
Elena Kincaid is an award winning author. She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.
She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.
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February 4, 2017
Saturday Spankings #118 – He was doing his sexy smoulder… #SatSpanks
Hi everyone,
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs.
I’m continuing with Doctor’s Orders this week. I hope you enjoy it!
After admiring the sight before him, Aaron dragged his gaze up to Blake’s face. He was doing his sexy smoulder—which never failed to make Aaron’s stomach flip and fill with tiny bubbles of excitement—and he continued to do it for several more seconds, sending Aaron further into squirm territory. Then, apparently unable to keep a straight face for any longer, he gave an equally sexy smirk. “Like what you see, huh?”
Suddenly dry-mouthed, Aaron nodded.
“I thought you might.”
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…
