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Guest Blogger: Tabitha Rayne

Wow, the Brit Babes are clocking up some serious new releases just lately. Here’s another one – the fabulous Tabitha Rayne just had her novel, Taking Flight, release with Xcite Books. And she’s here to talk about doing it outdoors, with me…

Doing it outdoors with Lucy

Thank you so much for having me here Ms Felthouse

I know Lucy has a love of the great outdoors (and a love of love in the great outdoors – just take a read of some of her saucy books…) – and so do I.

Which is rather handy as many scenes in my new book, Taking Flight, are set in the wilderness – with the main characters fleeing from the authorities.

There’s nothing quite like the thrill of being up high in the hills on a windy day with ominous dark clouds rolling in. It always gives me the squeaky excitement that I’m not quite in control – that at any moment, the elements could overpower me. I guess I wanted to emulate that feeling of vulnerability throughout my novel. It’s something that fascinates me. When are you able to give up your power and completely trust in the person, people or situation you are in?

This thread winds its way throughout most of the story, picking up on different ways to take control and power out of the hands of my leading lady, Deborah, and how she finds ways to take it back, however small.

Here’s a little snippet for you

‘We made it!’ he panted, clutching at his chest. Deborah knelt up and tried to catch her breath as her shoulders heaved and her lungs burned. Euphoria began to overtake her as the adrenalin subsided and she let her head fall back, staring up into the canopy of trees just visible in silhouette against the dark sky above. Kneeling there in the damp undergrowth, a new vigour and excitement for life bubbled in the pit of her abdomen. Lifting her hand, she stroked her cheek where Marcus had struck her. It was still warm and she smiled as he eased himself up and knelt beside her. He lurched towards her and kissed her with a ferocious hunger she hadn’t witnessed before. It was a feral passion and she responded instantly, devouring him back with searing kisses. He roughly pulled her layers of clothing apart, hands raking her body, greedy with lust. She tore at his, grabbing the button of his jeans, and was amazed at the strength of his hard-on beneath the thick denim. He was so rigid there was barely space in his crotch to pull down his zip. Her clothes were open and her breasts exposed to the night and he staggered to his feet, pulling her up as he went, while she still battled to release him.

At last she managed to free his thick shaft from his jeans, out into her hands. He pushed her fingers away and grabbed at her behind, lifting her up easily with new strength. She’d only managed to pull on a woollen skirt and he yanked it up over her hips as he carried her towards the trunk of the closest tree. He slammed her against it, kissing her mouth, chin, jaw, neck, then breasts, suckling her, nibbling her, taking great mouthfuls of flesh and biting into her. Every hair on her body stood to attention with the arousal and fear that he was going to eat her alive. Her mouth watered for him too, and she tried to prise his face back up to hers for a taste of his delicious mouth. He gave it up to her, taking her tongue and wrestling it with his. The wetter their mouths became, the damper she felt between her legs. Her pussy was hot and plump with want and he curled a finger from under her buttocks and dipped it into her dripping folds. A throaty groan moved from his mouth to hers and he withdrew his tongue, leaving her lips feeling empty and bruised. The rough bark grazed at her back where her clothes had ridden up, and memories of the slap played over in her mind. Her pussy flooded with more juices as he pressed her harder into the tree with legs wrapped around him, open to him, beckoning him. He wriggled his hips, letting the jeans slip down a little while he kept a good grip, supporting her. Without another sound, he thrust his cock into her swollen cunt. She let out a yelp of joy and he smothered it with his forearm, keeping her weight jammed into the tree with the force of his fucking…

 

And there you have it! I hope that whets your appetite for more of the story

Taking Flight is the second book in The Meeting Point trilogy – the first installment, A Clockwork Butterfly is also out – but it doesn’t matter which order you read them in.

 

Blurb

“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?

 

Buy Links for Taking Flight

Available in ebook and paperback

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Buy links for A Clockwork Butterfly

Available in ebook and paperback

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Bio:

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.

TabithaRayne.co.uk

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Thanks for letting me share, Lucy x x x

Sunday Snog – Another Dance

Welcome back to Sunday Snog. This week, I’m sharing another sexy Sapphic snog from my story, Another Dance, which appears in the just-released lesbian erotic romance anthology, Love’s Reprise. It also features stories from Cassandre Dayne, Olivia Starke, Kate Richards and Anastasia Vitsky.

Janine’s grip on the back of Eden’s neck tightened, bringing their faces ever closer, their lips mashing together. Their teeth clashed, but they barely noticed. They continued kissing like there was no tomorrow, like they’d never see each other again.



Eden had never felt so turned on in her life. She’d been with a couple of guys, but they hadn’t aroused her so much with foreplay and full sex as Janine did with just a kiss. And it wasn’t as if Janine was massively experienced, either. Their experience was about on par, and yet, here they were, doing this.



They carried on for a minute or two, their tongues tangling together as the rest of the world paled into insignificance. Eden knew, suddenly, that even a lifetime of this would not be enough. She wanted her friend more than she’d ever wanted anyone.

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My Sexy Saturday #2 – #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. The theme is seduction. So I’m going to start with a snippet from Finally Found, my lesbian erotic romance story, which appears in Lover Unexpected: Sappho Edition. Enjoy!

“Nothing.” Ashleigh spoke too quickly, and now Natalia was even more desperate to know what she meant. Could she mean…?



Grabbing the wine bottle, Natalia splashed the last remaining dregs of liquid into her glass and downed it in one. She’d had enough of this. Enough of this pussy-footing around. If Ashleigh was going to say things like that, then Natalia had every right to know what she meant. Even if it didn’t include her, she’d rather know one way or the other. This limbo was torture.



She put the empty glass down once more, then moved over to Ashleigh’s bed and sat down next to her.



“Ash. Are you flirting with me, or what? I can’t fucking tell and it’s driving me crazy.”



Ashleigh looked momentarily taken aback by Natalia’s outburst. Then she gave a small smile, and said, “Do you want me to be flirting with you?”



“More than anything.” A combination of the alcohol she’d consumed, and just wanting to know either way whether she was in with a chance, she continued to speak, baring her soul to her best friend. “Ash, I’ve been in love with you for years. Since University. Couldn’t you tell?”



Now Ashleigh looked more than taken aback. Her face took on an expression of total and utter shock. For a couple of seconds, she said nothing. She opened her mouth as though she was going to say something, then closed it again. Swallowed, and tried again. “Nat, are you serious?”

You can buy Lover Unexpected: Sappho Edition here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Guest Blogger: C. Margery Kempe/K. A. Laity

Continuing our theme of cops and robbers (surely secret agents count?)

C. Margery Kempe wanted it noted for the record that Chastity Flame started out as her sexy book and then it became K. A. Laity‘s book and now this third one has almost no sex at all! Okay, there’s some but a lot of it takes place off screen, so to speak. It’s mostly a break-neck thriller. There’s a terrible killer at large, but there’s also a dangerous ex-colleague who wants to knock off Chas—and perhaps most terrifying of all for the wildly free and sexy secret agent, there’s moving in with her former colleague-now-history professor Damien.

He’s hot.

She’s not exactly a cop, but Chastity is one of the people who protect us that we never see. This guy she’s after is really bad news. So what’s this killer like? Here’s a snippet from the opening chapter–

Daddy’s girl. That’s what she’d always been. As she sprinted down the dark street, the phrase kept repeating in her head. Her heart beat a tattoo in her chest and her lungs burned as she raced along. Adrenaline filled her veins as she sought a way out, away from this, but she could still hear his footsteps behind her.

Daddy’s girl. He had grinned as he said the words, onto her wavelength, her weakness, in just a few minutes of conversation. She had actually been pleased. He was smarter than they usually were, the men who fluttered around her like moths to a flame. She always found it easy to charm them, to make them desire her.

You’d hardly believe she had once been a plain tomboy. Her well-toned legs might be a legacy of that time, though exercise these days meant helping her maintain the look that turned heads. Right then she wished she’d worked more on pure endurance instead of shapeliness because his seemingly tireless steps got closer as she grew tired.

She skidded around a corner and her terror exploded. It was a dead end. Panicking, her gaze darted back and forth, looking for some break in the brick walls that lined the narrow lane. With a glance over her shoulder she stumbled forward into a ragged trot, eyes wild as she hoped there must be a way out of this. Someplace to hide would appear, like it always did in bad dreams, in movies, just when there was no more hope. Then a bin or a box would be there where you hadn’t noticed and behind it a narrow passage that led to freedom.

Her heart raced faster as the sound of his footfalls came closer.

Bricks, bricks, more bricks: up too high, a few windows with broken glass. If she had wings, a rocket, a fiery dragon—her thoughts were getting wild, hysterical. Isn’t that the word they always used, the word only for women? She had such contempt for her gender. She had felt hunger and contempt in equal measures for men, those she desired and those who desired her.

He paused at the entrance to the narrow lane, staring at her. Earlier she had preened as his interest became plain, but now she wished she had never seen him.

“Come to daddy,” he growled in an obscene parody of the fatherly approval she craved.

There had to be some way out! She ran to the far wall, overly conscious of her own panting breaths. Her fingertips scraped against the bricks on vain, her overheated brain suggesting that there could be some kind of secret exit if she applied the right pressure. What was that movie where the bricks moved and opened, revealing a secret alley? When she realised it was one of the Harry Potter movies a giggle began in the back of her throat.

This is what it’s like to be hysterical.

Her giggles grew. No wonder they said a joke was hysterical when it was good. She stiffened when she heard his step so close behind her. The giggles becoming little gasps. She sank to the ground, hands up in a defensive posture.

“Now, now. This won’t do.” He grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet…

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Guest Blogger: Alison Tyler

Inked

You remember Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man? Well, I was going to be the illustrated woman. Oh, yes. I was. From the moment I first walked into a tattoo parlor, I was addicted. There’s an intensity once you make the decision to let someone write on you. Permanently. I got my first tattoo early, and then I slowly started to add the designs.

At some point in my journey I came up with the brainiac decision to get inked for every book I sold. (No, not individual copies. But every time I signed a contract I planned to celebrate with fresh ink.) I had no idea (obviously) that I was going to be even remotely capable of selling books. I thought I might sign for one here, one there. Based on how many rejections I received for my shorts, I believed book deals would be a long time coming…

When I got to Blue Sky Sideways, I stopped. I could not decide how to commemorate that particular title. A window? A cloud? A swath of blue. A sill. The word “sideways” in cobalt written, you know, sideways…

Being tattooed is important to me. I wrote about one inking session in Dark Secret Love, my new meta-novel.

On Sunday night, his last night in town, Connor took me up to the Sunset Strip Tattoo parlor and explained to the man behind the counter exactly what he wanted. As if he were the proprietor, Connor led me to the back room and lowered my jeans, and I dropped my chin to my chest, mortified, not only because Connor was baring my ass to strangers but because I sported bruises from when his silver buckle had caught my skin, magenta stripes from his belt, those fine thin welts from his crop. On a fair space of skin on my right hip (had Connor intentionally left that patch alone?), the tattoo artist transferred the cherries that Connor had chosen for me. Connor held my hands in his, and I looked into his eyes and stayed totally still. This was not my first tattoo, but it was the first one given to me.

“I can tell she’s a naughty girl,” the man said casually, as we got ready to leave. “But keep that bandage on for at least two hours, and then rub lotion in.”

We fucked one last time on Lois’s bed that night. We fucked until dawn, when Connor took off the bandage and touched me so softly, so tenderly, that it made me shake more powerfully than anything else we’d done. I’d taken pain for him. I’d been marked for him. I’d done everything I set out to do.

Even now, when I drive by tattoo parlors, I have the urge to pull in. To roll up a sleeve. To lower my jeans. I crave that sensation. The connection of the ink traveling past the surface layers. The point of the pen and the tip of my soul.

 

Dark Secret Love is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US and all other good book stores.

Alison Tyler is the author of more than twenty-five erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and the upcoming sequel: The Delicious Torment. She has edited 50 anthologies from Cleis Press and written several novellas, including Those Girls for Go Deeper Press. Visit her at alisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 and she’s a total insomniac.

Hump Day Hook No. 28 #HDH

Hi everyone and welcome to Hump Day Hook, which is basically where authors post a paragraph from a WIP or a published work to show it off to the world. This week, I’m sharing another snippet from my new release, Rubenesque erotic romance novella, Mean Girls. It follows on directly from last week’s post.

Which was why she visited her local leisure center three times a week. She used the gym and sauna, and went swimming. And every single time she went, she’d catch someone gawping at her. But because of the years she’d spent—especially at school—being called all the names under the sun, she’d developed an incredibly thick skin. She was happy and healthy—so healthy in fact that she could probably beat all of those skinny bitches at a swimming race. Of course she never offered, never called anyone out on their rudeness and ignorance, but it made her feel better to know that she was fitter and much more polite than them.

Want more? Of course you do! Here’s the page  for Mean Girls. And click here to go and visit the rest of the Hump Day Hook gang. Leave us comments about our pieces – we love it!

Happy Reading x

Guest Blogger: Tamsin Flowers

International Zombie Day

Hi,

I’d like to thank Lucy for having me here on – guess what? – International Zombie Day! Who knew? But for me, it’s a great excuse to talk all things zombie – not least my new collection of erotic zombie shorts, Zombie Erotoclypse.  I’ll be giving you a super steamy excerpt in a moment but, to celebrate all things zombie on their special day, I’m starting with some amazing zombie facts!

Did you know…

It’s against the law in Haiti to turn someone into a zombie
Zombie stories have been told all over the world including Europe, Asia, Africa and the Middle East
In Scandinavia zombies are called draugr and are fierce warriors who refuse to die
Hospitals, police stations, churches and shopping malls will be infection hot spots in a zombie apocalypse
The worst zombie movies are reputed to be Zombie Strippers and Zombies, Zombies, Zombies
In a zombie apocalypse (or erotoclypse) never give a weapon to someone hysterical
Fans of all things zombie are called Zombophiles!

Now, for all you zombophiles reading this, here’s what you’ve been waiting for – hot zombie erotica! This excerpt comes from my story I Was A Teenage Zombie Virgin.

Excerpt:

Teenage virgin zombie John has just been rescued from a baying mob of healthy humans by a girl he used to know before he became a zombie. She saved him for the sake of her brother who, when bitten by a zombie, was taken from the family and killed.

Like I said, every zombie has the vestige of the human he once was flickering inside him, and at that moment, I forgot our differences.  I forgot that I was zombie and she was a healthy girl.  I forgot that all I wanted to do was fuck her and then eat her and I caught her up in my arms and held her tight against my chest.

Great sobs pulsed through her for a couple of minutes, then she sniffed loudly.

“So you see, I couldn’t let them take another boy away from his family.”

She looked up at me, her dark hair curling in sweaty tendrils round her forehead, her liquid brown eyes full of trust.  I bent my head and I kissed her.  I kissed her in a way that I’d never kissed a girl before I was a zombie.  Our lips met, hers so soft compared with mine, rough and chaffed and scabby.  Her mouth opened and her tongue glided against my mouth, applying a gentle pressure until I let it slip inside.  I can’t say how it must have compared with her other experiences of kissing, though it was obvious she’d had some, but for me it was sublime.  Fireworks and flares went off in my gut and a burning sensation made my cock surge forward against my cut-offs.  I heard a low, guttural moaning, like an animal in pain, and took a moment to realize that it was me.  I held her close against my chest and through the thin fabric of our T-shirts, her nipples felt like rough pebbles.

Her arms slipped round behind me and started pulling up my shirt and I followed her lead, drawing her tank up to reveal the soft curve of her belly.  It made me catch my breath and I felt suddenly dizzy.

“Eve,” I managed to grunt, not knowing where to put my hands—onto the soft flesh now revealed or to carry on pulling the garment off her.

“Shhhh,” she whispered in my ear.  “Come.”

She stood up and tossed her top to one side.  Then, as I gawped, open-mouthed, at her small, perfect breasts, she grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom.  This room was junk food free but there were clothes all over the floor and the bed sheets were tangled and grimy.  Did I give a shit?  It was literally months, probably more than a year, since I’d been in a bed and here I was, diving into the softness with the most divine, half-naked angel.

 

I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it’s only 99c or 77p for all five until October 13!

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See you at our next stop!

Tamsin xxx

 

To find out whom else the zombies will be visiting over the next few days check out the schedule on Tamsin’s Superotica .

 

Author bio: Tamsin Flowers

Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun.  In the words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus in the very near future.  In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on Twitter @TamsinFlowers or on Facebook Tamsin Flowers.

The Retreat – Book Two in the Perfect Submissive Trilogy by Kay Jaybee

My good friend and fellow Brit Babe, Kay Jaybee, has a new novel out, woohoo! Kink galore in The Retreat, check it out!

Blurb:

Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…

Get your copy now at Amazon UK or Amazon US! Coming soon to all other good retailers.

Sunday Snog – Another Dance

Welcome back to Sunday Snog. This week, I’m sharing a sexy Sapphic snog from my story, Another Dance, which appears in the just-released lesbian erotic romance anthology, Love’s Reprise. It also features stories from Cassandre Dayne, Olivia Starke, Kate Richards and Anastasia Vitsky.

Just as she had that thought, the boys started talking to one another, and made to move away. She couldn’t allow that—Janine had wanted to get their attention and Eden was going to make damn sure they kept it.



Shifting her hand back up, she placed it behind Janine’s neck and pulled her friend toward her. She saw, just for a split second, the look of utter surprise on her face before Eden closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Janine’s.



Deep down, she knew she was kissing her friend for another reason, but on the surface she maintained that it was essential to keep playing their little game with the lads in the dark t-shirts.



Janine hadn’t pulled away or screamed blue murder, so Eden pressed her lips harder onto her friend’s for a few seconds longer before opening them and attempting to push her tongue into Janine’s mouth. Janine allowed it, parting for her, then paused for a second before returning the kiss with enthusiasm.

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My Sexy Saturday #1 – #MySexySaturday

Welcome to my first appearance for 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. The theme is wicked sexy games. So I’m going to start with a snippet from Naughty Delivery, my erotic short story. Enjoy!

Ben looked up from where he’d been weeding the garden, a smile spreading across his face. Sonia’s excitement was catching. Plus, he was just as interested in the contents of the package as she was.



Standing, he followed his girlfriend as she scampered back into the house, retrieved a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and made her way upstairs. Ben paused to wash his dirt-encrusted hands in the kitchen before following Sonia to the bedroom.



Upstairs, she was sitting cross-legged on their bed, scissors at the ready. Ben tucked his lanky frame into a mirror image of Sonia’s position, and nodded.

You can buy Naughty Delivery here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x