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April 6, 2013
Sunday Snog – A Menu with a Difference
I have literally run out of new snogs (though I have lots of upcoming releases so hopefully that will be rectified soon!) so I’ve had to recycle an older one. I don’t think you’ll mind though. Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my erotic short story with threesome action, A Menu with a Difference.
I looked at Jed and thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he watched Tamara lean in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as our lips touched. I was a little hesitant at first, unsure if I was going to like it. But a couple of seconds later I realized everything was going to be just fine. I slid my arms around Tamara and our kiss deepened.
She pushed her tongue between my lips. She’d obviously noticed that I was now feeling much more comfortable. Letting the mood take me, I dashed my tongue out to meet hers, and they caressed, just as our bodies were doing.
Tamara tangled a hand in my hair and pulled my head back. Then she began an assault on my throat, peppering it with butterfly kisses and little nibbles. By now my pussy was getting seriously hot and sticky, and I wanted release. She was kneading my ass with her other hand, and I couldn’t help but wish she’d just stick it inside my panties and bring me off.
Suddenly, Tamara pulled away. Biting back a moan, I followed her eye line. Jed stood beside us in just his boxer shorts. His cock was clearly desperate to come out and play. A tiny wet patch was visible on his underwear—evidence of his arousal. He palmed his cock through the material, his gaze flitting between Tamara and me.
“Are you feeling left out sweetie? Sorry. Come on, Annette. Let’s give Jed a proper thank you for our gifts.”
You can get your hands on this dirty little book here.
Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!
New Releases and Bargains
Hi everyone, and happy April. So, it’s just a few days into this month and already I have news, woohoo!
First, The Master is now available. It’s a male-dom anthology and contains my story, The Unexpected Submissive. Here’s the blurb:
The Master is a collection of short stories selected and edited by Peter Birch, all on the theme on the dominant male. This is erotica, proud and uninhibited, with eight stories from seven different authors chosen for their knowledge and experience as well as for their ability to write. From the subtle touch of Lucy Felthouse to Penny Birch’s unabashed delight in submission, all are designed to thrill, exploring both fantasy and reality to the very edge of what is permissible.
Excerpt and buy links are here.
Also, All Romance eBooks have a 50% rebate on all Ellora’s Cave books for the month of April. That currently only includes one of mine – A Taste of London – but at least you can grab it cheap in time for the next instalment, which should be available in the next couple of months. I also have three other contracted works coming from Ellora’s Cave, so next time they do such an amazing deal, you’ll be able to bag more of my books on offer 
More info on A Taste of London is here.
Happy Reading!
Lucy x
April 5, 2013
Guest Blogger: Jacqueline Brocker
I’m delighted to announce Jacqueline Brocker, who’s here to tell us more about her fab story in Smut Alfresco, which is based in the beautiful city of Cambridge.
Days of Idyll: Writing ‘Meadow’ for Smut Alfresco
‘Write what you know’ is an oft-quoted phrase given to writers. I’ve not always found this particularly helpful, especially when writing, for instance, m/m fiction, or about detectives, or something set in space. There is, though, some wisdom in the statement, and I find it especially relevant when it comes to writing about place.
So while my short story ‘Meadow’ in Smut Alfresco isn’t exactly autobiographical, I am very familiar with the place it is set on: Grantchester Meadows in Cambridge.
Grantchester Meadows are located immediately south on the river Cam, just before you reach the village of Grantchester. They have been owned by King’s College, Cambridge since 1452, but are easily accessible to all, and are as much part of Cambridge as the University itself. (In fact, I didn’t know until doing a Google search for images of the meadows, that Pink Floyd, who formed in Cambridge, wrote a song about them.)
It seemed the perfect location for a sexy interlude (ok, yes, I have taken walk along the meadows with an ex-boyfriend, so I can’t pretend the story has no bearing on my reality 
). Not just for the idyllic, soothing setting – with the quiet river running past, punts and canoes making their gentle progress towards the village of Grantchester for a pint, lunch, or for afternoon tea at the Orchard (an apple orchard where writers such as Virginia Woolf and Rupert Brooke used to spend time), trees drooping into the water, and cows grazing (walkers do have to be mindful of cow pats along the paths!) – but also because, at the height of summer, it is full of people. Families, couples, friends, and visitors come with picnics, or to swim in the river itself, or just to stroll or take a bike along the bank. With that many people around, it increases the chance of being caught, or spotted, or attracting an unwanted (or indeed, wanted!) onlooker.
How could I not write that story?
The delightful thing about writing ‘Meadow’ was being able to draw on my own experience and knowledge of Cambridge. The types of people who might be on the river – students, people who are born and bred in the city – the kind of activities that happen along the river, even the likely occurrences. One brief scene is dedicated to a swan harassing someone in a canoe. Up until recently, the Cam was stalked by a misbehaving swan nick-named ‘Mr Asbo’ (that’s ‘Anti-Social Behaviour Order’ to those outside of the UK).
More than that, I wanted to convey the gentleness of the place, the warm, hazy idyll that it is to sit on the meadows, and the slow burning sexiness of being there with someone you fancy the hell out of. I hope I’ve succeeded in conveying that.
Biography
Jacqueline Brocker is an Australian writer who lives in the United Kingdom. Her erotic fiction includes the ménage novella Body & Bow, while she has had several short stories appear in various anthologies, including Smut Alfresco, The Mammoth Book of Quick and Dirty Erotica, and My First Spanking. Her latest short story, Oasis Beckoning, is an erotic tale about man, and most intriguingly, a pool of water…
Find Jacqueline at:
Website: http://jacquelinebrocker.esquinx.net
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ms_jacquelineb
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jacqueline-Brocker/350975778281809
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/jacquib19/
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5249251.Jacqueline_Brocker
Tumblr: http://jacquelinebwrites.tumblr.com/
Picture by William Marnoch, found on flickr, and used under the Creative Commons License.
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Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.
Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.
Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-alfresco/
April 4, 2013
The Brit Babes Are Here!
It’s official – I’m a Brit Babe!!!
You may have noticed the phrase Brit Babes floating about on Facebook and Twitter lately – and this is why.
Myself and seven of my erotica writer friends have come together to form a group to give you, the wondrous reading public, a fantastic place to visit to find information about ALL our stories in one place!
I think I can confidently guarantee that all erotica tastes are catered for. Whether you are brand new to erotica, or a regular reader who’d like to try out a new author- we have something that will tickle your fancy!
So – here we are:
Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, K D Grace, Lexie Bay, Tabitha Rayne, Lily Harlem, Natalie Dae and Victoria Blisse.
Eight British-based authors dedicated to bringing you the best erotic reads we possibly can!!
So – what can I offer you via my busy pen:
I have been described as ‘a true mistress of the erotic word’ – and as you’ve probably spotted from the banner at the top of my website, I write all sorts. I write erotica and erotic romance with all different pairings, different settings and different genres. Contemporary, paranormal, semi-historical… I’ve penned BDSM, shifters, vampires, lesbians, gay men, flings, ghosts, interracial, threesomes, femdom maledom, modern fairy tales, from the male perspective and much, much more. At the moment, much of my work is in the form of short stories, but I have a novella available, some longer short stories and the first book in a series. I’ve got a co-authored novel contracted to be released, as well as more novellas, and I also have a novel out on submission. So hopefully I’ll have some longer works available for you in coming months. Just check out the ‘Writing’ page on my website to see everything I can offer to steam up your eReader
All this week you can visit my fellow Babes personal blogs to find out all about them!
1st- Lily Harlem
3rd- Kay Jaybee
4th – Lucy Felthouse
5th – K D Grace
6th – Tabitha Rayne
7th – Emmy Ellis
8th – Lexie Bay
9th - Victoria Blisse
So why not visit all my other Babes sites? And don’t forget The Brit Babes Blog itself! Come and join in the fun!!
Happy Reading!
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April 2, 2013
Hump Day Hook No. 8 #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 a snippet from my BDSM mini-anthology, The Perfect Dom.
“Spank me. Is that an invitation?”
Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten.
Want more? Of course you do! Here’s the page for The Perfect Dom. 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: Nicole Gestalt
I’m delighted to introduce Nicole Gestalt, who contributed an excellent Africa-themed story to Smut Alfresco, and she’s dishing the dirt here:
When it came to submitting to Smut Alfresco, I already had the perfect story written, it just needed a few tweaks here and there and all was good. I love animals, so much that recently I retrained to work with animals, although that has been put on hold whilst I focus on my writing. As part of my retraining I worked in a zoo and animals were very much at the forefront of my mind, I started working on a story that became When The Rains Come.
Of course the difference between the zoo I worked in and the animal reserve in the story apart from the types of animals (I worked with birds, in the story they work with various big cats) is that it isn’t raining! For a week we had rain every day which isn’t an issue, until you find yourself washing out areas in the middle of a thunder and lightning storm so despite the mantra ‘write what you know’ I decided to write about a centre where it wasn’t raining every five seconds and picked the savannah of Africa as my destination.
Once I had the place and the animals, then the people popped into my head and before long I had a fully formed story and one I am very happy to have in Smut Alfresco.
In this little excerpt Kim and Matt are discussing the dire situation they currently find themselves in.
“All done for the moment. The cheetah was a bit reluctant to take her medicine but a little coaxing and some fresh meat persuaded her to do so in the end.” Matt’s voice cut through the silence of the room. Sitting up with a start Kim blinked, phone still in her hand. Matt’s laughter reached her.
“You fell asleep didn’t you?”
Her thoughts were muggy as she tried to think. Dream and reality mixed as she straightened her hat. Her whole body felt like a bolt of electricity had been shot through it. Her trembling increased as more of the dream she had been having become clear.
“I closed my eyes for a moment. Still no reply from Davies. I haven’t been asleep for long I don’t think.” She kept her back to him as images of her dream hit her one after another.
“Dream anything interesting?”
Inwardly she groaned; he knew her too well.
“Oh, just of water, swimming pools, vast lakes and cool, crystal clear seas.”
And both of us naked writhing with one another . She stopped herself before she spoke those words. She didn’t want to tell him the full nature of it. Not that she was ashamed, but she didn’t want to upset the working relationship they had.
Nicole Gestalt has been writing erotica for many years. When Nicole is not writing she loves spending her time with her partner, walking and drinking lots of mocha’s, particularly if they have whipped cream on top. Nicole loves hearing from her readers and can be found at http://www.nicolegestalt.blogspot.com
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Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.
Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.
Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-alfresco/
March 31, 2013
Blisse Bunnies Week
So, another fabulous event from Mr. and Mrs. Blisse is here. It’s time for Blisse Bunnies! The idea is, a bunch of authors get together and post on the theme of new beginnings, and our wonderful readers hop (no pun intended) around from post to post gathering the information they need to be entered into the prize draw. So, without further ado…
New beginnings – a theme that is often ripe in the romance genre; i.e. new relationships, marriage, divorce, having children… the possibilities, for a writer, are endless. I haven’t covered them all, not by a long shot, but I’m getting there! My absolute favourite story about new beginnings is Loose Ends. It’s an erotic romance short story about two people that have known one another for years, but for various reasons have never gotten together. The story is about giving them another chance, a chance at happiness, a chance for a happy ever after. Here’s a snippet:
Soon I remembered why I hadn’t been up for this in the first place. The busybody was driving me up the wall. My face and neck hurt from all the smiling and nodding. Jenny, or whatever her name was, was currently on maternity leave from her (wonderful) job. Her “perfect” husband had stayed home to look after their “delightful” children so she could come to the reunion and see how everyone was getting on. Despite this statement, she hadn’t asked any of us a single question. She was too busy talking about herself.
I zoned out of Jenny’s inane chatter and stared into the middle distance. Suddenly, something moved into my line of sight that snapped me back into the land of the living. Or should I say someone.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, gaining a disapproving look from Mrs. Busybody and puzzled ones from the girls.
“He’s fucking here!”
If you want to read about the characters and their new beginning, there’s more info and buy links here. Then, don’t forget to head back to Blisse Bunnies to see who else is playing.
Happy Hopping!
Lucy x
LGBT Event – Hosted by Scorching Book Reviews
Why LGBT?
Why not?! As you can see from the header on my website, I write all kinds of genres and all kinds of pairings. I love having the freedom to write what I like, about whatever kinds of people I like. Out of everything I write, my lesbian books sell the best. I’m not sure why, but as long as people are reading and enjoying my books, I don’t mind. My latest GLBT release is actually part of a group project where myself and six other writers took on the Seven Deadly Sins. Mine was Pride, and my story, The Sweetest Revenge, is a hot and sexy F/F tale about what happens when one of the characters is too proud.
Here’s the blurb:
Abigail’s had a crush on Mackenzie the motorcycle courier for months, but Mackenzie doesn’t even know she exists. Nothing exists for Mackenzie, though, except for her pride and joy – her Ducati Monster.
After an unpleasant encounter, Abigail decides to get her own back on Mackenzie – in the worst possible way. Despite the pleas of her colleagues, Abigail plans to hide Mackenzie’s precious motorbike, and take the haughty bitch down a peg or two.
Naturally, when Mackenzie discovers her bike is gone, there are fireworks. It’s April 1st, so she suspects trickery rather than criminal activity, but that doesn’t mean the person responsible will be getting off lightly…
Read an excerpt and check out the buy links here.
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March 30, 2013
Sunday Snog – A Bit of Rough
I have literally run out of new snogs (though I have lots of upcoming releases so hopefully that will be rectified soon!) so I’ve had to recycle an older one. I don’t think you’ll mind though. Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my erotic short story, A Bit of Rough:
I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he’d heard me or not. I wasn’t bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.
I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, “Come on sweetie, I’m sure those can wait, can’t they? We have better things to be getting on with.”
Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, “We most certainly do.”
He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he’d clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn’t sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn’t care. I was about to get my bit of rough.
In classic cliché style, I took Andrew’s hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I’d yet to go.
Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to curb my hilarity if we’d started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.
Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he’d regaled us with in the pub.
He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn’t seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.
I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn’t planned, eh?
From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That’s when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.
You can get your hands on this naughty short story by checking out the buy links here.
Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!***
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New Release: Beast in Me – Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy by Sommer Marsden
Blurb:
Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
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Excerpt:
A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.
‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.
Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.
‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’
Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.
‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.
‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.
Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow-witted and thick-tongued.
‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.
Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.
Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.
Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’
Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.
He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.
‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.
The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’
‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.
‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’
The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’
How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.
Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’
‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’
That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.
Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!
Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.
The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’
‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.
‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.
‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.
‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’
‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’
The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.
‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’
‘You were watching me in wolf form.’
‘I was.’
‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.
‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’
‘No.’
‘Well, it does.’
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Bio:
Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).
Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer’s short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and online.
Links:
Blog: http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com
Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/sommer_marsden
Facebook: http://facebook.com/sommermarsden
Twitter: @sommer_marsden
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