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August 4, 2013
August Alfresco Is Here!
Yay, it’s my turn for August Alfresco! If you haven’t already joined in on the action, this is basically an opportunity for you to read a bunch of sexy outdoors excerpts from the participating authors’ books. I’m sharing a snippet from my story, Being Free, which appears in Smut Alfresco. Be warned… it’s hot! Once you’ve read it, scroll down to find out more about the giveaways. Good luck!
She exclaimed again as she realised her hand was down her knickers. At some point during her kinky fantasy, she’d forced her fingers under the waistband of her trousers and then her thong, and was now cupping her mound, stroking the short wiry hairs adorning it. Shocked at her subconscious behaviour, she simply stared down at where her wrist disappeared into the black material. Apparently with a life of their own, her fingers delved deeper, pressing into the damp crack of her vulva. A moan escaped her lips as her clit was stimulated.
Moving to touch it properly, Violet was surprised at just how large her bud had grown, particularly as it hadn’t been pleasured yet. All of a sudden, the thought overtook her that she would do just that—pleasure herself. She glanced up and out from under the trees. There weren’t even any civilian citizens around, never mind any belonging to the law. In order to get caught, there would have to be someone to catch her. And there was nobody. Not a single soul, and even if there was, they’d have to be really close to see what she was doing—otherwise the sheeting rain would impair their view of her and what she was doing with her hand in her pants.
She decided to take the risk, minimal as it was. She’d keep an eye out, and if she saw anyone coming, she’d stop what she was doing. It was as simple as that. Relaxing against the tree trunk, she shuffled her feet further apart to give her better access to her pussy. The rough bark of the tree trunk dug into her back, but she didn’t care. Curling her fingers into her channel, she marvelled at how wet and warm it was. And tight, but then that was hardly surprising—it hadn’t been breached by finger, nor sex toy, nor cock for God knows how long. In fact, she wouldn’t have been shocked to find it had healed up altogether!
Pushing deeper, she coated her digits liberally in her juices, before pulling out and smearing them over her eager clitoris. A thrill ran through her at the touch, and her cunt clenched. Closing her eyes in bliss, they then flew open again as she remembered she had to keep them open, so she could see if anyone was coming. Duh.
As it had been so long, she started off slow. Gently circling her clit, she became reacquainted with the long-neglected area, reminding herself how she liked to be touched. Where, how hard, and how fast. She had the hang of it within seconds, but deliberately didn’t push on with the technique, because she wanted to savour the moment. To tease herself to a slow and well-deserved climax.
Phew! *fans self* I hope you enjoyed that smutty outdoor session. Now, without further ado, here are the prize details:
Comment on this post to be in to win one of these fabulous prizes:
A Kindle and £50 worth of Total-E-Bound ebooks
£50 worth of Xcite ebooks
And be sure to check out all the August Alfresco posts at http://smutalfresco.co.uk and comment on each one to have more chances to win.
All terms and conditions are available at smutalfresco.co.uk and the winners will be announced on the 1st September at the website.
Even better, I’m running my own giveaway for a couple of weeks, and I’d love for you to get in on that, too. Check out the Rafflecopter below for details on how to win. But make sure to leave a comment to be in with a chance of winning the grand prizes. Then head back to Smut Alfresco tomorrow for the next fantastic post!
August 3, 2013
Sunday Snog – A Taste of Paris
Here’s a very sexy and naughty snog from A Taste of Paris, which released Friday. It’s available from the publisher website, and should be available from the third-party sites soon.
“Hey,” he said, grasping her arms and pushing her gently away from him. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous and very, very sexy, but you’ve been drinking. I don’t want you to do something you might regret later.”
The woman laughed, long and loud, and Ryan worried that someone might have heard her and wonder why on earth there was a woman laughing to herself in the train toilets. The last thing he wanted was to open the door and find a pissed-off member of staff waiting there. There was no excuse for two adults being in a locked cubicle together that anyone would believe.
Clapping her hand over her mouth, the woman suppressed her mirth, then finally spoke. “Yes, gorgeous blond one.” Her French accent surprised him—he’d thought she was a tourist heading to Paris. “I have been drinking champagne. But only a glass. I’m certainly not drunk.”
With that, she pounced on him once more, and Ryan decided not to resist any longer. They were both consenting adults and he had protection in his pocket—so where was the harm in indulging their baser instincts? His cock definitely didn’t see any further reason for delay as it filled with blood and pressed against the crotch of his jeans.
He pushed his fingers into her thick black hair and pulled her more tightly to him, deepening their kiss. She was eager and, judging by the way she was rocking her hips against him, incredibly horny. He held out for as long as he could, exploring her mouth with his tongue, nibbling at her plump lower lip and pulling her hair to expose her white throat. Before long, though, the pants and tiny mewls coming from the woman’s mouth pushed him to the point of no return. His cock was all but bursting from his jeans and he really needed to be inside this woman’s pussy.
Disentangling from her, he silenced her protests with a finger to her lips. Her frown quickly turned to a smile as she watched him retrieve the condom from his wallet. A wicked smile that made her eyes glint and glimmer with intent and a fresh rush of blood pump into his cock.
Carefully holding the corner of the condom packet between his teeth, Ryan undid his belt and the button and fly of his jeans and freed his prick. The woman gasped, clearly pleased with what she saw, and Ryan grinned proudly. He knew his cock was bigger than average, and he’d worked damn hard to ensure he knew what to do with it.
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Saturday Spankings #9 – #SatSpanks
I’m excited to be taking part in Saturday Spankings again! This is basically a hop where authors post eight-ish sentences from a spanking book and link back to the other authors taking part. So, here goes, here’s my spanking snippet, which is from my newly released femdom erotic romance novella, Testing Tom:
Lifting her arm, she trailed the end of the whip over his buttocks. Lightly, almost a tickle, a whisper. As much as she wanted to just lay into him, to stripe his arse until they were both so horny they were likely to explode, she also wanted to take her time. To reacquaint herself with his body, with his pain threshold, to see how much he could take before he cracked. She found herself remembering the time she’d beat him so hard and for so long that the sensations had overtaken him and made him come. That had aroused her beyond belief, so much so that she’d quickly stroked him back to stiffness, sat on his thick cock, then ridden him until she’d found her own release.
She couldn’t help wondering if she could do it again—make him come without touching his cock. It would be a wonderful—not to mention memorable—way to rekindle their relationship.
I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can grab the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…
August 2, 2013
New Release: A Taste of Paris
Hey everyone. I’m not actually here. I’ve gone away for the weekend for my birthday (it’s on Sunday), but of course I still had to let you know about my new release, A Taste of Paris. It came out today, and you’ll be able to buy it from the Ellora’s Cave website right away, and third party retailers within a few hours/days. Though it’s cheaper direct from Ellora’s Cave and comes in all formats for your eReader.
Here’s the skinny:
Book two of the A Taste Of… series
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to University.
Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.
In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.
There’s more info and an excerpt here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-paris/
Add it to your Goodreads shelves here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17368766-a-taste-of-paris
Also, don’t forget I’m on tour at the moment, so head on over to my tour pages for Testing Tom and A Taste of Paris, check out the posts and enter the giveaway!
P.S. Grand Slam now has a release date… the 23rd August. Very excited!
August 1, 2013
Sweet Proposal by Celia J Anderson
Books, chocolate and a Jacuzzi: could there be a better combination? Gorgeous Geordie Leo arrives in Clayton-on-the-Bream with a mission to make his mark. When he reveals his ideas for a bespoke bookshop and chocolate-themed cafe, struggling writer Mab can’t resist his plea for help.
However, Leo’s timing is disastrous. Engaged to flighty, super-thin Sophie and knowing that Mab is up to her neck in a mysterious scheme of her own, Leo fights hard to ignore the warm, sensual friendship that is growing between them. When their eclectic mix of family and friends weigh in to help, the dream seems almost possible, but can Leo ignore Mab’s shady past? As they battle with sabotage, jealousy, vindictive neighbours and unpredictable relationships, Mab and Leo find that even chocolate can’t always make miracles happen . . .
Available from:
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Excerpt:
Leo swerved to avoid a dead badger. The A1 was still so quiet that groups of starlings rose in disgruntled crowds as he disturbed their breakfast, and the café where he had once eaten the best bacon sandwich of his life was firmly shuttered.
He gave in to the violent rumblings of his stomach and reached into the glove box, tearing the emergency chocolate bar open with his teeth and chewing until the bitter sweetness melted on his tongue, soothing and sensual. Chocolate and the future – they were closely linked in Leo’s mind. He sighed deeply. It was a pity that Sophie didn’t share his enthusiasm, but he supposed it was hard to get enthusiastic about a chocolate-based dream when all you ate was lettuce. Sophie was only twenty-five after all, ten years younger than Leo, stunningly beautiful and harder to amuse than a teenager on a family holiday. Maybe after they were married she would realise what a brilliant opportunity this move was going to be, and would be ready to leave Newcastle and her weird friends behind.
Stretching his legs, Leo decided that this cab must have been designed for a much smaller man. He yawned, felt his eyelids droop and blinked furiously, thinking of hot baths and strong coffee. He’d had no sleep for almost twenty-four hours. Celebrating was fine, but work would have to come first from now on. It was time for the Chocolate Project. The excitement that had been building up in waves washed over Leo again, and he gave the middle-aged lady driving towards him the full benefit of his flashing grin and dimples. He saw her jaw drop and laughed for the sheer joy of living – at last, Leo was about to make his mark, and no one was going to stop him.
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Author Bio:
When she’s not marking children’s work, or writing stories involving pants, Celia spends far too much time on Facebook (Celia Joy Anderson) and does a lot of walking to counteract the cooking, eating and drinking which form another of her hobbies. She blogs as part of the Romaniacs online writers’ group – http://theromaniacgroup.wordpress.com and tweets as @CeliaAnderson1. Her own website was recently launched thanks to Lucy Felthouse – http://celiajanderson.co.uk and she has an author page on Facebook (Celia J Anderson)
Her ultimate dream is to have her children’s books published too. Usually sea-starved in the depths of the Midlands, she can often be found wandering happily around Brighton visiting her two daughters and pretending to collect ideas for her next book.
July 31, 2013
Hump Day Hook No. 21 #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 femdom erotic romance novella, Testing Tom, which is out now!
He adopted the puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.
“You’ve got five minutes. Sit down.”
They moved over to the sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.
“Kat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.”
“She dumped you, has she?” Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another think coming.
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Happy Reading x
July 30, 2013
The Other Side: Book #1 in the Island Girls Trilogy by Zee Monodee
Blurb:
Divorce paints a scarlet letter on her back when she returns to the culture-driven society of Mauritius. This same spotlight shines as a beacon of hope for the man who never stopped loving her. Can the second time around be the right one for these former teenage sweethearts?
Indian-origin Lara Reddy left London after her husband dumps her for a more accommodating uterus—at least, that’s what his desertion feels like. Bumping into him and his pregnant new missus doesn’t help matters any, and she thus jumps on a prestigious job offer. The kicker? The job is in Mauritius, the homeland of her parents, and a society she ran away from over a decade earlier.
But once there, Lara has no escape. Not from the gossip, the contempt, the harassing matchmaking…and certainly not from the man she hoped never to meet again. The boy she’d loved and lost—white Mauritian native, Eric Marivaux.
Back when they were teens, Eric left her, and Lara vowed she’d never let herself be hurt again. Today, they are both adults, and facing the same crossroads they’d stood at so many years earlier.
Lara now stands on the other side of Mauritian society. Will this be the impetus she needs to take a chance on Eric and love again?
Buy Links:
Decadent Publishing
Amazon US
Amazon UK
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Excerpt:
She shouldn’t have come. The sound of her mother’s high-pitched voice crept over the din, asking if someone had heard a car stop in the driveway. They’d come out in the next minute.
Picking up her courage, and wishing it were Dutch courage despite her not being a drinker, she tore her fingers and head from the wheel and threw the door open. Lara peeled herself out of the vehicle at the same time a chorus of gasps resounded in the garden.
All three older women were over her like a bad rash. Hugging and kissing her cheeks, holding her face in their hands while they exclaimed how beautiful she had become. All of which were simply tactics to lull her into complacency for when they’d really pounce on the meaty topic—her divorce.
With their deceptively frail-looking hands on her shoulders, they pushed her toward the back door to the kitchen. A memory of being pushed around in the same way toward the altar on her wedding day, the glittery gold and red veil over her eyes, assaulted her. She stopped in her tracks, the pain coming in from nowhere to slice through her heart. The biddies must not have noticed her stilling; they simply continued to steer her inside until she was seated at the table. A plate of towering hot bhadias appeared in front her, along with a bowl of satini cotomili, the coriander, tomato, and chili paste-like dip Mauritians ate with all their fried foods.
Auntie Ruby, resident gossipmonger, lived up to her reputation. She had been the first to mention Lara’s failed marriage before they made it back into the house.
The sound of the grating voice droned on, Lara choosing to ignore it, before her mother gave her a small slap on her shoulder.
“You wicked girl. You said you were coming on Monday, and here you are surprising us now.”
She sighed. This was code for “how could you have kept this a secret and made me lose face in front of everyone, when I’ve been telling them you are coming on Monday?” Her mother lived for hearsay and the general idea of “what will people say.” In fact, most people in Mauritius lived by the standard. Whoever said the ton and all its silly rules had died in the Regency era had not taken a trip to Mauritius, in eighteen-ten or the year two thousand.
“But my poor little girl,” Auntie Ruby said in a cajoling tone bringing nothing but danger to mind. “Of course you wanted to come home earlier. Who wouldn’t? Look what that awful, awful man has done to you.”
Translation: “And here’s your cue to air out the laundry, from the sheets to the knickers, you silly goose.”
“Our hearts went out to you, dearest girl, you who are like a daughter to us,” Auntie Zubeida chimed in. “We never saw this coming. How could you not have told a soul you and that scoundrel were having problems? We would’ve spoken to him, set him right, showed him this is not how he is supposed to treat our daughter.”
“Tsk-tsk. And what a beautiful couple you two made. How could anyone have thought you would break up?” Auntie Ruby added.
Lara forced a small smile. Damn, how she wanted to be out of here. She had a duty to do, though—the sooner she was done, the better, so she could run back to Grand Baie and leave those old cows behind. And yes, in that lot, she included her mother, who had yet to speak out. Bad vibe.
“I’m doing fine, Auntie,” she said. “That’s what matters.”
All three women watched her with narrowed eyes. No way was she doing away with the Inquisition.
“How can you be fine?” Auntie Ruby asked. “We have been so preoccupied with your plight. How on earth are you going to get along? How will your parents bear all this? To think they still have an unmarried daughter on their hands, now they are ending up with two daughters. Oh what fate God has dealt them.”
Lara bit her lip to keep from answering back. Right, the ton must’ve been more solicitous than this. The aunts were simply nosing for gossip. But then, that’s what Jane Austen wrote in her subtext, too. The concern was merely the polite way of enquiring about gossip in their society.
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Trailer:
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Random Facts:
- The Other Side is Zee’s first-ever penned novel, written in the year 2005, when she was diagnosed with breast cancer and thus decided to live her dream of writing a book. She drafted this book mostly during sleepless nights between chemotherapy sessions, the outpouring of this tale becoming her therapy to cope with her treatments.
- The book trailer features images of locations mentioned in the story. The second image, at 0.08, is of the Grand Baie beach, where Lara lives. At 0.58 is the Swami Vivekananda International Conventions Centre located inland in Pailles, that Zee used as the inspiration for the centre Lara manages in Grand Baie. 2.09 features the Coin de Mire Island, a visual that can be admired from the terrace of Eric’s residence in Cap Malheureux.
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About the Author:
Stories about love, life, relationships… in a melting-pot of culture
Zee is an author who grew up on a fence – on one side there was modernity and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she’d stand tall on her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her non-conventional upbringing.
From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the world were on their own fence.
This particular position became her favorite when she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of writing – her heroines all sit ‘on a fence’, whether cultural or societal, in today’s world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life and love.
Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree holder in Communications Science. She is a head-over-heels wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween son, best-buddy-stepmum to a teenage lad, an incompetent domestic goddess, eternal dreamer, and an absolute, shameless bookholic. When she isn’t penning more stories and/or managing the Ubuntu line at Decadent Publishing, you can bet you’ll find her with her nose in her tablet, ‘drinking in’ a good book.
July 29, 2013
I’m On Tour!
Hey everyone, and happy Monday. I just wanted to let you know that for two weeks from today, I’m on tour. Virtual book tour, that is.
Testing Tom and A Taste of Paris come out so close together that I decided to run the tours back to back and run one giveaway across them both. So be sure to check out each post and enter the giveaway.
Here’s the skinny:
Testing Tom Tour
29th July: http://smutters.co.uk
30th July: http://jacquelinebrocker.esquinx.net
31st July: http://lilyharlem.blogspot.com
1st August: http://elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com
2nd August: http://kdgrace.co.uk
2nd August: http://nephylim-author.blogspot.co.uk/ (extra stop)
A Taste of Paris Tour
5th August: http://liv-honeywell.com
6th August: http://adrianakraft.com/blog
7th August: http://readersedyn.blogspot.com/
8th August: http://www.myeroticnotions.blogspot.com/
9th August: http://jangraham.blogspot.co.uk/
Also, just so you know, Testing Tom should be uploaded to the third party retailers today, according to the publisher. So you should be able to get it on Amazon and All Romance eBooks pretty quickly, with the other sites following in a few weeks.***
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July 27, 2013
Sunday Snog – Testing Tom
Here’s a very sexy and naughty snog from my femdom erotic romance novella, Testing Tom, which released early, on the 23rd July. It’s available from the publisher website, and should be available from the third-party sites from tomorrow.
When he nodded, she kissed him long and hard, wrapping her legs around his back and pulling him more deeply into her. Their moans mingled in their mouths, their thrusts jerky and shallow. Then Tom broke their kiss, rolled over and pulled her on top of him, holding tight onto her hips as he continued to rock in and out of her.
“Wait,” she said, pushing down on his stomach to stop him moving. “Shift back a bit.” They were still close to the edge of the bed, their legs and feet hanging off it, and what she had in mind needed a more secure footing—literally.
Want more information? Head here. Add the book to Goodreads here.
Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!
Saturday Spankings #8 – #SatSpanks
I’m excited to be taking part in Saturday Spankings again! This is basically a hop where authors post eight-ish sentences from a spanking book and link back to the other authors taking part. So, here goes, here’s my spanking snippet, which is another one from Meet Me at the Spanish Steps, another story in The Perfect Dom:
Despite this, he’d taken great care to ensure that he was covering different parts of my ass and even the tops of my thighs, so by the time he’d completed the round of punishment—fifteen spanks—the entire area was burning. You could have fried an egg on my ass.
I slumped down a little, resting my forehead on the bed, my chest heaving. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so incredibly horny. My cunt was so ready that I fancied it was gaping, ready to gobble the next cock that came within fucking distance, and my clit ached, almost to the point of pain.
I was on the knife-edge of climax, so when I heard the open and close of a drawer, the tearing of a wrapper, and the snap of rubber, I quickly pushed myself back up on my arms, presenting my reddened ass to him once more. William stroked his finger along my vulva, and finding me soaked, bothered with no further foreplay. With one hand he aimed his cockhead at my entrance, and with the other he gripped my ass cheek.
I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can grab the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…
