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Texas Heat from Denysé Bridger

This story came into existence via a strange route. When I write cowboys, I tend to write them historically. I’ve had an on-going love affair with the Old West my entire life, my first heroes were cowboys. I saw a call from Delilah Devlin on Facebook, and she was requesting submissions for an anthology called Cowboy Heat. So, I decided to see if I could write a modern cowboy. In the end, the story wasn’t what she was looking for, and I took another look at it. It’s now about 2500 words longer, and while it remains a short story, it’s one with a sexy kick. Chase was a fascinating challenge as a large part of the story is written from his point of view, but I really like this story and I hope readers will enjoy this hot hero as much as I enjoyed creating him.

Thanks, Lucy, for allowing me to introduce your readers to my latest bit of fun!

TEXAS HEAT

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Short contemporary erotic Western

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Blurb:

Chase Jordan is a man with half his life missing since his return from the war in Iraq. He arrives back in Texas, a drifter looking for home. When he arrives at the Double D ranch, the owners know him, even if he can’t remember them. Cheyenne’s been infatuated with Chase since her high school days, but Deke MacKenzie’s already made it clear to Chase that his kid sister is off limits.

A loner by nature, and even more so now as PTSD plagues him, Chase rejects Cheyenne’s efforts to seduce him. He senses complications he wants no part of if he gets too close to her, and part of his soul is very much at home on the Double D. When an old boyfriend of Cheyenne’s goads him into a fight, his anger put him on all kinds of edge–and Cheyenne’s determination to turn up the Texas Heat get her in over her head…

Chase has warned her, he doesn’t play nice. When she ignores his invitation to leave, she puts herself at the mercy of his anger, his lust, and the most explosive passion she’s ever experienced… But what happens when the “job” is over, and Chase turns his back on her again? Memories are waking, the kind that will change both their lives in dramatic ways.

 

Excerpt:

“Miss MacKenzie,” he said.

She walked around the truck and looked at him.

The speculative look in her eyes kissed the back of his neck with a tingle of uncertainty. He was always edgy around her, like something was close but still eluding him. He didn’t like it.

“It’s Cheyenne, Chase,” she reminded him.

He nodded. They’d done this dance a time or two before. There was something too familiar about her, but he couldn’t pin it down. The now customary flare of annoyance woke inside him. Half his damn past was missing since he’d come home from Iraq. Maybe he’d known her once, though he couldn’t imagine forgetting someone like her. “Something I can do for you, ma’am?”

She laughed and dropped the tailgate on the pickup, bending over with what he knew was deliberate intent. There was no denying the appeal of her well-shaped ass in the tight jeans, and his cock twitched in response. She turned, tossed him a beer, and sat on the tailgate looking at him while she took a swig of her own drink.

Chase opened the can of beer and drank half of it. He strolled to the truck, braced his arm casually on the side as he stared at her. “You haven’t answered my question, Cheyenne.”

She twisted around until she faced him, and cradled the cooler between her breasts. Her nipples were clearly outlined and pushing against the thin cotton of her tank-top.

He met her candid stare and grinned at the challenge in her expression.

“Why don’t you like people, Chase?”

“I like people just fine, ma’am,” he said. “I just prefer my own company to that of idiots.”

She considered his reply then shrugged. “Do you consider me an idiot, Chase?”

He laughed. “No, ma’am.”

“Good answer,” she said.

“I have work to do, Cheyenne.” He finished his beer and tossed the can into the ice-filled hamper containing the rest of the six-pack she’d brought with her.

“You work for me, too, Chase,” she reminded him softly.

He took a long look at her, his appraisal meant to be offensive and blatant.

At only a little over five feet tall, Chey was stacked and curvy in all the right places. Her long auburn hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and she wore no makeup.

He dropped his gaze to her breasts, fingertips tingling as he contemplated what her skin would feel like, and taste like if he leaned in and took one of her ripe nipples into his mouth. She slid a little bit closer to him and he shook off the heat that was building inside him. “Thanks for the beer, ma’am. I’ll be getting back to my work now.”

He would have left but she grabbed his arm and he was too aware of the pebbled point of her nipple brushing against his bicep.

“I want?”

He put a finger over her lips, silencing her as he shook his head. “Baby, I know what you want, but I’m not playing that game.”

She slid her hand along the front of his jeans, stopping to squeeze hard and his cock reacted instantly and pushed against the heavy denim.

“I want you to fuck me, Chase,” she whispered, her gaze locked with his, the glint in her dark eyes a clear dare. “I think you want it, too.”

He smiled and let the predator in his nature emerge in his expression. More than one woman had backed off when his smile went dark and warning.

Cheyenne’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down. Her chest rose and fell as her breaths quickened with obvious excitement.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Cheyenne,” he told her. “I don’t play nice.”

“Maybe I don’t want nice?” she said, uncertainty in her words.

He needed to push her away while he still had some control over the situation. He took the bottle she’d been clutching and tossed it aside, grabbed her ponytail and eased her head back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Leaning in, he licked the smooth hollow at the base of her throat, smiling against her skin when the tang of sweetness and sweat touched his tongue. “You have no idea how tempting you are, Cheyenne, but I like my job here, so you have to go.”

She moved her head a bit, what her restricted freedom would allow. When she laughed, the whisper of her breath fanned across his skin. “I’m not going anywhere, Chase.”

“Yes, honey,” he paused, smiled, and finished, “you are.” He let go of her and stepped back, adjusting his jeans as he fought down his arousal. “I have work to do, and fucking you isn’t part of my job.”

Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures

It’s time for another Sunday Snog, and this time I’m actually going to post a snog from Stately Pleasures. Did anyone notice my screw up last week? I signed up, cloned my post and forgot to update it! *headdesk* Anyway, Stately Pleasures officially came out on Thursday, so perhaps it’s fitting there’s been no Sunday Snogging yet. But here goes…

Alice was very much enjoying the feel of Ethan’s mouth against hers, but couldn’t help wondering why he hadn’t yet deepened the kiss.



Seconds later, she got the answer to her question. It was delivered in silence. Ethan merely pulled away from her with a guttural – and very sexy – groan, gave her a look that made her feel like a juicy slab of meat to a starving predator, then put his large, strong hands on her hips. Alice frowned, then let out an involuntary squeal as he lifted her onto the work surface. She threw her arms around his neck to steady herself as he shifted her, and once she was safely settled, she couldn’t see any reason to move them.



Tangling her hands in the chin-length hair she’d been dying to touch since she met him, Alice drew in a deep breath. The scent that hit her nostrils was a combination of shampoo and a delicious aftershave. She pulled in another breath, savouring the smell of him. Then she moved in to kiss him.



He accepted her eagerly, his hands on her arse sliding her to the edge of the work surface so their groins pressed together. A powerful zing of lust rushed through her body as she felt the impressive erection crushed against her vulva, albeit through her thong – her skirt was up around her waist by now, pushed there by the necessary spread of her legs to accommodate Ethan’s hips – and whatever he was wearing. Tight-fitting boxers beneath his trousers, she hoped. Or nothing at all.



Suddenly, nothing at all was her preferred option as Ethan slipped his tongue between her lips and sent her libido climbing to oh-my-God-I’m-so-horny-fuck-me-right-now heights. The touch of his tongue against hers sent searing heat scorching through her body before centring in her pussy. God, she wanted him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so fired up, wanted a man so much. Because it was him she wanted, not just sex. The tall, handsome head of security, who was on the verge of reducing her to a teeming mass of female hormones with his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her arse, massaging and squeezing her buttocks.

You can get your hands on Stately Pleasures here.

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

My Sexy Saturday #14 – #MySexySaturday

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 underneath your sexy. Enjoy this snippet from my just-released M/F/M erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures.

Alice frowned. Ethan hadn’t looked at the piece of paper and yet he was returning his friend’s smile, so he obviously already knew what the contents were. A trick they always played on new staff, perhaps?



She didn’t quite buy that idea. She couldn’t see the men joking around with most of the people who worked or volunteered at Davenport Manor. From what she’d seen of them so far, they were stoic, old, or both. Somehow, she didn’t think that Jeremy and Ethan would expect Mrs Jenkins to run across the garden naked. Not that anyone would want her to. Alice suppressed a shudder.



Mind you, why the hell would anyone want her to run across the garden naked? Granted, she had nice big tits that didn’t swing around her knees, but the rest of her was certainly nothing to write home about. If someone was being polite, they’d call her curvy, or Rubenesque. Otherwise, they’d just say fat, plump, or overweight. Or chunky. She’d heard them all.



The sound of Jeremy clearing his throat brought her back to the present, and he picked up the piece of paper and held it in front of him as if he were about to start reading. He caught her gaze, and there was something dancing behind his eyes that she felt like he was trying to hide from her. Excitement perhaps? Whatever it was, it was intense.



‘This,’ he said in his Queen’s English accent, ‘is a list I made not long after my father died and left me Davenport Manor. Sadly, it’s been neglected for the 18 months since then. But now, Miss Brown, I think it’s time to give the list an airing, and start checking things off of it.’



‘W-why’s that?’ What she really meant was why now?, but she didn’t want to say that in case this whole thing was nothing to do with her and she put the idea in his head that it could be.



‘Because, my dear, of you.’

You can buy Stately Pleasures here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Delicious Torment from Alison Tyler (@alisontyler)

I’m delighted to welcome Alison Tyler to my blog today to give us a tantalising teaser from her new novel, The Delicious Torment.

 

In The Delicious Torment, Sam falls down the rabbit hole. That is, if the rabbit hole is a new term for a glistening pit of jealousy. She not only has to learn to deal with her own desires, but she has to decide whether she can deal with Jack’s. That is, if what Jack wants isn’t only her. If what Jack desires is Alex, as well. How does she do? Well, see for yourself…

 

What the fuck? I thought. Oh, Jesus. What was going on?

Jack stood behind Alex, and he had a flogger in place. My mind tripped over itself in a mad rush to explain the situation. But my pussy didn’t need any explanation. I grew instantly wet at the sight, as I realized I hadn’t seen Jack in action like this before. Not outside of gazing into a mirror while he punished me, making me watch while he tanned my ass for me.

This was different. Jack was in charge of someone else’s pain. Someone else’s ultimate pleasure. Have I ever felt such a surge of white-hot jealousy before? I can’t think of a time. My stomach twisted, but my sex responded as strongly as if Jack had picked up a flogger and walked toward me.

Alex didn’t say a word. Didn’t make a sound. Jack leaned forward, so that his strong chest pressed firmly against Alex’s naked back, and I could imagine the words he was whispering in Alex’s ear. I told myself that this was about me—about Alex being unable to tail me proficiently. But that was only the story I made up for myself. I had no idea what the true dynamic was between these two men. I’d come into their game late. Alex had been working for Jack since his senior year in college. They had history I couldn’t begin to unravel.

Jack took a step back and started to work, and I saw Alex’s muscles tighten and release upon each blow. The room was starting to fill up as more guests arrived. There were a host of devices in the room, and I could hear different sounds as other slaves were buckled into place, or whipped, or chastised. But that was white noise to me. I was focused, intent, on the action right before my eyes.

Too intent, it turned out. Because before I was aware of what was going on, a queenly platinum-blonde woman in tight black satin stepped in front of me. She gripped my chin in her hand and forced me to face her. I tried to pull away, wanting to watch now as Jack dropped the flogger and reached for a crop. Some other little minion nearby undid Alex’s belt and dropped his slacks. And oh, I wanted to see that.

The woman, displeased that I had not paid her proper attention slapped my cheek hard and I broke from my daze.

“Jack’s asked me to take care of you,” she explained, her voice cold. “While he’s busy.”

I nodded, quickly, trying to catch up with the script that seemed to be moving at fast forward. Alex was groaning. Not loudly, butt loud enough for me to hear. I really wanted to know was what Jack was saying to him. The burn of jealousy intensified, and I would have wept had the lady before me not forced my focus on her deep green eyes. Fake green, I saw immediately. Too emerald to be true.

To my horror, she released the cuffs and the bindings holding me in place. She was going to take me somewhere else, somewhere away from Jack. I pulled back from her immediately. No thought of what might happen. No consideration of who she was, who she might be. I could not leave Jack and Alex by themselves—even if they were “by themselves” in a room of people. I wanted to see how Jack touched Alex afterwards. Would he be gentle with him? Would he wrap Alex in his arms? That thought made me want to double over, my stomach clenched.

The woman was not someone to mess with. I should have understood that by the fact that she’d slapped my face within seconds of “meeting” me. She gripped my hair in her hand and pulled back, hard, and in seconds, she had assistants at her side, two men who crowded close to me. They didn’t touch me. But their sheer size was intimidating. I looked from her to the men and then back to her again.

“Jack has asked that we take care of you,” she said, and her voice was lulling now, as if she intended to quiet me, the way you’d soothe a spooked animal. “Will you come on your own?”

I looked at the men, looked through the gap between them to Jack and Alex, and I felt myself digging in my heels. Quite literally. I was going nowhere until Jack told me to. They could drag me out, and I’d cause a scene, and maybe that’s what people around here lived for, but I’d take that risk.

“Jack has to tell me that himself,” I said, and I saw a glimmer of something in the woman’s faux jewel eyes. A flicker of understanding. She touched one of the men’s shoulders and nodded, and he headed over to where Jack was now methodically cropping Alex. I could see the marks, the welts, and I felt a shudder work through me.

There was a hushed conversation out of my earshot, and then Jack leaned against Alex once more, and I knew in my head he was promising pain, more pain, in a moment. Then Jack was at my side, and the lady and her enforcers gave us space. “They’re to get you ready for me,” he said. “Don’t worry so much.”

Available from: Amazon UK | Amazon US and all other good booksellers.

Alison Tyler is the author of The Delicious Torment, the sequel to Dark Secret Love (both published by Cleis Press and Black Lace Books). She has edited anthologies for Harlequin, Plume, Cleis, and Pretty Things Press. Visit her at alisontyler.blogspot.com for kink and coffee.

Official Release Date For Stately Pleasures!

I’m happy dancing around the room this morning, as it’s the official release date for my debut novel, Stately Pleasures! It’s been available on a few digital outlets for a little while, but from today you should be able to order the paperback, too, and bag the Nook edition and also purchase directly from the Xcite Books site (which means I make a little more cash per copy!).

Here’s a reminder of what it’s all about:

Alice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.

Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.

When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.

So, what are you waiting for? Get your hands on this kinky ménage now: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Also, just to let you know that Best Bondage Erotica 2014, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, is available early. The eBook edition is available worldwide, and it looks as though US folks can get the paperback now, but UK folks will have to wait until March. This sexy anthology contains my story, Clipped, and marks three years in a row that I’ve been in Best Bondage Erotica – I’m so happy about this. Hopefully I’ll get in next year, too!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Kayelle Allen (@kayelleallen) Talks Tales of the Chosen

Thank you for the opportunity to share background on the Tales of the Chosen and other books set in the Tarthian Empire. When I created the concept, I decided to do full scale world building, and even did a layout of TarthCity. I used the map as my desktop background while I wrote. It helped me keep track of everyone as went go from place to place. If you look, you’ll notice West is at the top. That’s because when I first sketched the drawing, it seemed natural to put the starport there, then Top Tier (an upscale shopping district in Tarth City), then the vast park that runs thru the entire city. Below that are the business district, and other areas where the action takes place.

Once it was finished and all the layers were complete, I realized I had forgotten to add the symbol for direction – N, S, E, W. That’s when it dawned on me that several times when I’d mentioned characters seeing the starport, it was to the West. Which meant the map had West at the top. I’d spent days working on the detailed layers of this map in Photoshop and the idea of re-doing it… Well, it boggled my brain.

So I fixed the problem by saying that “Tradestandard” (the measurements which Empress Destine Pietan had required on all planets in the empire) declared that all maps should orient with West at the top. In other words, I blamed it on one of my characters. As Paul Harvey would say, “And now you know the rest of the story.”

My site also has Imperinet http://kayelleallen.com/Imperinet.html — a mock up of the empire’s Imperial Internet service. Almost all the businesses have “real” websites you can visit. Top Tier, an exclusive shopping area in Tarth City, has its own cool site too. http://kayelleallen.com/toptier.html

The best way to see the empire is to stop in at The Tarthian Tour Company and take a click-through tour. When I started this, my son was in college studying graphic design, so I recruited him to do art and design the planets. They’re amazing, and have won art awards over the years. Hidden around the site are links to find the empire’s rebels – look for little icons that seem out of place, and point to them. If they tell you to “Trust the Sleeper” be wary. A few take you to the hidden rebel base, and others to an Armada trap! You can download wallpaper here. http://kayelleallen.com/Wallpaper.html Have fun exploring the site.

Tales of the Chosen: Wulf, Alitus, Jawk

SciFi Romance for the Gay Geek

When the fate of hearts rivals the fate of worlds, victory costs everything.

Wulf

Superstar Wulf Gabriel must depend on the one man he swore he would never trust again. The most powerful and feared man in the empire – the Harbinger. Lust. Power. Forgiveness. A Chosen loves forever.

Wulf Gabriel longs for freedom. A superstar in the Tarthian Empire, he is bound by an unscrupulous agent to a restrictive contract. With his career threatened and his life at risk, Wulf must trust the one man he swore would never again control him — Luc Saint-Cyr, the Harbinger.

For the Harbinger, saving Wulf is a simple matter of asserting his will. The enigmatic man’s legendary power makes him the most feared person in the empire. To win the heart of Wulf, Luc will have to risk baring his own.

Amazon http://amzn.com/B00HRKLUP0

Amazon UK https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HRKLUP0

 

Alitus

The empress asks her trusted spymaster, Alitus, to discover if a friend’s lover is having an affair. The truth could alter age-old alliances and rock the empire to its core. Passion. Submission. Loyalty. A Chosen bares his heart forever.

Alitus lives in a world full of political intrigue, and he is supremely alone. As a Better, an enhanced human, he can touch no one — his pheromones are addictive. He keeps his affair with Wulf secret, because Wulf belongs to another, a powerful man allied with the empress. When the man asks the empress to investigate whether Wulf is having an affair, Wulf’s relationship with Alitus could be exposed. Complicating matters, the empress reveals her immortality, and requires Alitus to prove his loyalty. Her test will throw him straight into Wulf’s arms, right in front of the empress and Wulf’s lover. Hiding what they are to each other has taken discipline and denial. Now, it will take a miracle.

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HSO0BA0

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HSO0BA0

 

Jawk

When immortal Luc Saint-Cyr arranges a ménage with Wulf and Jawk, he gets far more than he bargained for. Pleasure. Trust. Possession. A Chosen’s betrayal is forever.

Jawk works at Batchelors, a gay club in the Top Tier district of TarthCity, where he meets Luc. Luc offers Jawk a deal too good to pass up, one night showing him and his lover a good time in exchange for far more than his usual pay. But the sensual Jawk is not what he seems, and one night with him will change the immortal’s alliances forever.

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HSO0DIU

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00HSO0DIU

 

GIVEAWAY

Thank you for reading today. The Tarthian Empire Companion Book, First Edition is 23 pages of images and info about Tarth and all the other places in the empire. When you click it, this will either offer you a download, or open in a new window, depending on your settings. To read it, you need Adobe Reader, available free. http://is.gd/seeTarthCity

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An Interview with Tabitha Rayne (@tabithaerotica)

I’m delighted to welcome another of the Brit Babes to my site. The lovely Tabitha Rayne is here to dish the dirt on herself, her writing and her obsession with Tom Hardy. Enjoy…

Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

Well Lucy-Loo I live midway between a town and the countryside – I’m an outdoorsy gal so get very claustrophobic if I have to be hemmed in between buildings for too long. I go running to clear my head and sort out any plot tangles. I love burlesque and have a huge collection of corsets, boas and pasties!

I do indeed have a day job to fund my writing habit! I didn’t used to – when I started to get published, I assumed that my career would be writing. But alas, it wasn’t so… one day perhaps. It’s the dream of many a writer, I guess, that writing be their sustenance both physically and spiritually. I wouldn’t ever stop writing though – my sanity depends on it.

 

Give us the background on your latest release.

My latest release is Taking Flight – the 2nd book in The Meeting Point trilogy. I guess my inspiration is linked to my love of the wild – I think it combines my 3 obsessions – sex (mais bien sur!), the apocalypse and spirituality (our own inner selves). I like to think of it as an action adventure trilogy – saving the world one bonk at a time! There’s a bit more to it than that, of course – it’s quite a spiritual book – delving into how sex unites us on more than the physical level and how we can transcend our worries, fears and guilt by letting go and feeling the love…

 

How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

I have always written stories but my real first love was painting. I always thought (and possibly still do) of myself as an artist. Though I realised the pictures I was creating just didn’t match the images I had in my mind. It was extremely frustrating and disappointing. It was when I started to think of words as an artistic medium that I began to ‘paint’ the pictures accurately. Does that make sense? Probably sounds totally pretentious but it’s the best way I can describe how I work!

I’ve had things published in different genres under different names but it was only when I started writing erotica that I really felt in my element. It has been the most successful genre for me in terms of publication and satisfaction. I was worried that my work would be too filthy to publish and kept it hidden for a few years until I started reading some books by my fellow Brit Babes especially Kd Grace at the time and some others – Justine Elyot, Lisabet Sarai – that I realised that my particular brand of naughty was indeed not too filthy! In fact, I really ought to ramp it up! Isn’t that right Lucy

 

What are you currently working on?

I’m currently working through edits for the final book in my Meeting Point trilogy, Finding Unity. I am also determined to finish a novel I started writing last year called The Baker’s Wife – it’s completely different from the trilogy as it is set in the real world on a cruise liner in the 50s. Even so, I guess the same internal battles will be fought in the mind’s of my characters and let’s be honest – it will all be worked out by some sex and a spanking or two…

 

Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

My muse is my A – my partner of like, a million years! A constant source of inspiration. My Sailor Riply. I watched Wild at Heart when I was about 14 or something and watched it again recently… still my fave – I think my writing is inspired a lot by emotional intensity like in that film. There’s loads of celebs I drool over… wanna list? Christian Bale, Sam Rockwell, Lady Ga Ga, Maggie and Jake Gyllenhaal – (are they related?) Tom Hardy, Jack White, Peaches, Lana Del rey… the list goes on and on!

 

Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Well, I hope to be sipping margaritas at the beach hut with the Brit Babes being gently fanned with palm fronds by some of the people mentioned above…

Seriously though… I don’t have a five year plan – I’m a complete fly by the seat of my pants kinda gal. I do love learning new skills though – last year I tried surfing and high(ish) diving and I’m determined to learn how to backflip on a trampoline.

As for writing – I will have to see where the muse takes me. Though one of my biggest achievements this year was hosting a book launch and actually reading my filthy words out loud! I might like to try that again as I do love facing my fears and having an excuse to party. But I really ought to get more of these books sold – that would be a plan indeed.

 

And now for some silly questions…

Muscled or skinny? Muscled

Tall or short? Tall

Boxers or briefs? Neither

Moustache or beard? Moustache – with a sprinkling of beard too – and that’s just the ladies…

Long hair or shaven head? Long hair

Tattoos or piercings? Nah

Intelligent or funny? Don’t they go hand in hand?

Blond, brunette or red head? Brunette

Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)? I’m into Tom Hardy right now and Lana Del Rey

Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!) See above!

Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like) – I’m not saying

Favourite food – chilis, dates and liquorice all mixed together

Favourite book (tell us why, if you like) – Oh Lucy – you’re torturing me with these questions! I couldn’t choose a book! Good grief… The Arrival by Shaun Tan perhaps? I’m desperate to read The Lost Girls by Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbe. And choosing a favourite erotica book is like choosing a favourite sister or best friend… come on now…!

Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like) – my bed – wherever that may be. I do love Poland and Italy and everywhere I’ve ever been. You may realise I cannot pin something as my favourite anything! There’s just too much stuff to love!

Anything else you’d like to add? Love is everything.

 

Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

Yes ma’am! I liked that bossy tone right there

Taking Flight Book 2 in The Meeting Point trilogy by Tabitha Rayne

“Find me at the meeting point. We are more than the physical.”

Four generations from now, toxins are ravaging the land and the future of mankind is in peril. The surviving men are being rounded up and taken to holding facilities. Research scientist, Dr Deborah Regan is hoping to stabilise the decreasing male population before her lover, Marcus becomes one of those taken away.

When the authorities come looking for Marcus, Deborah abandons her research to go on the run with her lover. They flee to the forests where they stumble across a couple who are intent on finding an ultimate sexual union where at the point of climax their spirits break free from their bodies and unite. Plunged into a life of lust and survival, Deborah soon realises she can easily slip into this trancelike state and she and Marcus set out to create a transcendent bond of their own. Can they achieve the ultimate unity before fate separates them for good?

An erotic dystopian fantasy following a young couple trying to elude capture and separation.

The prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly.

In a dying world – is love the only means of true survival?

 

Excerpt -This is from a part of the story where my leading lady has voiced her desire to be tied up in the forest…

Anyone could find her here, bandits, guards … She tried to rationalise her fear but her physiology took over, flooding her senses with fight or flight cortisones. The sensation started in her chest and swelled and radiated to every cell, making her soar above herself and stare down at the sight of a naked, dishevelled forest nymph, bound and hanging. The imagined sight made her part her legs and bear down, catching her arousal in her abdomen and forcing it into her pussy, where she tried to focus all the energy that was threatening to send her out of control. It took all her concentration to keep everything centred there – all her fear, desire, lust, euphoria – but she knew it was essential, somehow.

A sharp crack snapped her back to the reality of her situation again; someone was close. She tensed every sinew. Alert and staring, Deborah scoured her surroundings. Something moved in the shrubbery. It darted like an animal, low and erratic, as if cornered, but it didn’t add up. She strained her senses in its direction and tried to catch the scent on the barely breathing breeze. Human. Shuddering, she could feel her body expand to a vast canvass of nakedness. The nasal breathing of someone staring hard at the object of their intent filled her ears. Deborah gripped the strapping on each wrist tight and tensed her muscles in a way that she hoped would alert the watcher to her strength in this situation, not her vulnerability. Her skin flushed with warmth under the scrutiny of the shadowy, hidden figure. They stared at each other; she completely exposed and he – she could smell it was a he – completely obscured. There was a strange control conundrum going on in Deborah’s head: as long as he kept himself hidden and meek, she felt like she was holding the power. She let this thought roll around in her psyche and was amazed to feel her body relax and melt into this newfound confidence. Letting the ropes take her weight, she hung a little, shifting her feet apart and opening her legs to share her wet treasure with the voyeur.

 

Taking Flight is book 2 in The Meeting Point trilogy – but don’t worry if you haven’t read book one yet (A Clockwork Butterfly) because it doesn’t matter which order you read the first two.

Buy Links for Taking Flight

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Buy links for A Clockwork Butterfly

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Tiny snippet

“If we part ways,” he started but Deborah pressed a finger to his lips, she didn’t want to hear it, speaking it might make it true. He pushed her hand from his face and held it at his chest, his woozy gaze fixed on hers. “Deborah, if we part ways, I’ll find you. I’ll find you at the meeting point. Do everything you can to come. We are more than the physical.”

 

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Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore any genre.

Her short stories are included in anthologies from Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleis, Ravenous Romance, Mischief, and House of Erotica. She has novels with Beachwalk Press and Xcite Books.

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Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

And with you Lucy-Loo! Thank you for having me x x x

Justine Elyot (@justineelyot) Talks Swash and Buckle With Your Slap and Tickle

It’s wonderful to be here with Lucy who, for my money, must surely be in the top ten of hardest working and most energetically inspiring people on the erotica scene. Thanks for having me, Lucy!

I’m here to talk about my new fantasy erotic romance, Princess In Chains. It’s book one in a trilogy, and just as well, because I realised pretty soon into writing it that one book wasn’t going to be enough. So when the amazing Elizabeth at Xcite asked if there was any chance of making it a three-book story, I was more than ready to say yes. I’d been having so much fun in this world of my own making that I wanted to spend more time there with the characters.

This book focuses on Princess Leonore of Ystra, and her quest to right a wrong she has done her beloved handmaiden and bosom companion, Asta. This wrong has resulted in Asta’s capture by rebels fighting against their unpopular King. Leonore has quite a task ahead of her – but she is helped by handsome strangers and mysterious charismatic scholars along the way.

I had a fantastic ride writing the story of Leonore’s adventures, and I’m having just as enjoyable one right now, writing a sequel that focuses on some of the other members of the rebel band. If you like a bit of swash and buckle with your slap and tickle, maybe this book’s for you!

 

Here’s the blurb:

Leonore, heiress to the Kingdom of Ystra, is promised in marriage to Corvin, unpopular monarch of the neighbouring Kingdom of Vala. When their first meeting ends in disaster, she is tempted to take her handmaiden, Asta, out of the castle to sample an evening of common delights in the city – but forces she hasn’t reckoned with are against her, and Leonore finds her destiny taken from her hands.

She must embark on a quest to undo the wrong she has accidentally done, accompanied only by a handsome cooper’s boy and the address of a mysterious alchemist whom, she hopes, will be the key to her success.

But nothing is as it seems, least of all Leonore’s own heart.

 

The book is available from all ebook retailers, including Waterstones, Amazon UK and Amazon US.

Thank you for reading!

Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures

It’s time for another Sunday Snog and more tantalising lip action from my M/M erotic romance novella, Illicit Relations. Happy reading!

With that, they fell silent. Justin closed the gap between their faces and pressed a tender kiss to Terry’s lips. It was chaste for barely a second before they reached for each other and things became much more passionate. Lips parted, tongues explored, teeth clashed.



Soon the silence was replaced by heavy breathing, gasps and moans. They touched each other’s backs, shoulders and arms, eager for contact. Eager for…more.



Terry had been stiff pretty much as soon as they’d gotten into the taxi. The promise of what would happen next had seen to that. But now he felt close to exploding. His shaft pressed hard against the inside of his boxer shorts and he was damn glad he’d worn them. If not, his poor cock would have been in danger of being shredded by the unforgiving metal of his zipper.



He pulled back, his eyes wide, his chest heaving. “Fuck,” he said in response to Justin’s confused expression. “That’s just…wow. Can we get naked now?”



The blond grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.”



Their lips melded once more and they turned their exploring hands to the task of undressing one another. They parted briefly to tug off T-shirts, but then they were drawn back together as if by magnets.



Terry scrambled wildly at Justin’s waist, desperate to render him naked so they could roll around on the bed, skin-to-skin. “Argh,” he finally said, the angle just too difficult to achieve his aim. “Just get them off.” He waved at the offending jeans.



As one, they reached down to undo their shoes, tug off their socks, then finally remove their jeans and boxers. Finally they stood facing each other, raking their gazes over each other’s unclothed forms.

You can get your hands on Illicit Relations here.

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

My Sexy Saturday #13 – #MySexySaturday

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 justify my sexy. Enjoy this snippet from my just-released M/M erotic romance novella, Illicit Relations.

Terry looked up at his cousin, who still looked pretty mad and had spots of color high on his cheeks. He felt color coming to his own face due to Justin’s proximity. It also sent blood rushing to his nether regions at a rate of knots. If Justin didn’t kiss him, didn’t do something, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He’d grab the other man and slam him onto the wooden boards, then take what he’d been longing for for so long. He’d kiss him until he either kissed him back or threw him off. One way or the other, he’d know if they had a future.



He didn’t need to make the first move. He was still thinking dirty thoughts when rough hands gripped his head and held it still while an equally rough mouth captured his.



His first thought—finally. His second—fuuuck! Shortly afterward, his mind went blank of anything but arousal—of anything but want, need, desire. It grew rapidly as their lips melded, their tongues battled and explored and their hands wandered. Before long, Terry had a firm bum cheek in each hand and wanted nothing more than to render them naked and push his tongue between them, to taste, tease and lubricate the tight hole before pressing his cock past its resistance and deep inside Justin. He couldn’t of course—not here, not now. Their entire family was out there, including lots of impressionable young minds. They’d have to stick to slightly more innocent pursuits.



There was nothing innocent about their passion, however—their eager lips, the way they fit together so well, so perfectly. He was consumed—the fact he was kissing a man at all was new, never mind the one he’d been in love with since he was old enough to know what love really meant. He had to fight incredibly hard to hold on to his rational thoughts, to hold back, prevent himself from going too far.



Eventually the fire between them grew so hot, so powerful, that they had to pull away before they got burned. Gasps and murmured expletives filled the air.



“So,” Terry panted, “does this mean you’re willing to give it a go? You’re not bothered if it doesn’t work out and we end up splitting up?”



Justin said nothing. His eyelids were hooded, the orbs beneath still full of intensity, of lust. Of want. In lieu of a reply, he grabbed Terry’s hand and pressed it over his hard cock. After a beat he said, “What do you think?”

You can buy Illicit Relations here – there’s a 30% rebate at All Romance eBooks throughout January, too, if you like to bag a bargain!

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x