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So Hot You’ll Burn Your Fingers

That’s definitely a phrase I’d use to describe The Big Book of Bondage, just released by Alison Tyler. I had been aiming to get a story published in one of Alison’s anthologies, and was absolutely delighted when she accepted not one, but three of my stories. One of them is in The Big Book of Bondage, and the others are coming later this year. But anyway, that’s not the point of this post, I just wanted to have a tiny squee there

Alison had the fab idea of doing a blog tour whereby people would review a single story from the collection on their or Alison’s blog. I nabbed Alison’s story, and here are my thoughts on Burned:

Um… wow. I could leave it there, leave you guessing, but I won’t. This is a kinky tale about a recently married woman, Lola, whose ex-lover comes back into her life. Her ex-lover happens to be a woman. A woman who tied her up, spanked her, belted her, made her come like she’d never come before. Jenny is also a very unpleasant person. A thief, a liar, a dragon, a bitch and a heartbreaker. So Lola is worried when she turns up, worried she’s going to ruin things between her and her husband, Rick. Rick, on the other hand, is fascinated by Jenny, about how hers and Lola’s relationship used to be. Despite Lola’s attempts to keep Jenny at arm’s length, she manages to get what she wants from the married couple, threatening to burn their relationship to the ground.

This was one seriously hot story. I don’t want to say any more and spoil it, but this is a fantastic example of a bondage story, one that has emotional sensation as well as physical. It’s kinky, sexy, and most importantly, it keeps you guessing. I didn’t see the ending coming, but I suspect that is exactly what Tyler wanted. Another top read from a top name in erotica. 

Want bondage? Get your copy of The Big Book of Bondage here.

New Releases: Loose Ends and The Military Wife

Three releases in two days – phew! You may recognise the title Loose Ends, because this erotic romance short story is actually a re-release. I got the rights back from its original publisher, and Resplendence Publishing has now released it again as part of their Erotic Gems line.

Here’s the blurb:

When Jonathan and Lauren met at University, it should have been the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Sadly, it wasn’t to be, and Jonathan became ‘the one that got away.’ Years later, at a University reunion, Jonathan shows up unexpectedly throwing Lauren into turmoil. The pair start talking, and soon all the old feelings come back. But will this time be different, or will their mutual affection continue to be unrequited?

And here’s an excerpt:

When Kat had called to tell me about the five-year University reunion, my reaction had been, “So?”

“Whaddya mean, so? You have to come! It’ll be a laugh. We’ll be able to find out how everyone’s getting on, what they’ve done with their lives and stuff.”

“Why do you want to know how everyone’s getting on? You’ve never bothered before and nor have I. I’ve only ever kept in touch with you and Alex, and there’s a bloody good reason for that.”

“Stop being such a stick in the mud! Come on, not everyone was that bad. There might be some interesting stories to hear. Somebody could be rich or famous. Or both!”

I stopped resisting. When Kat had a plan, it was futile to object.

So there I was with Kat and Alex, heading into the Student Union bar. I pushed open the double doors. It was as if we’d walked into some kind of time warp. The bar itself looked almost the same, a lick of paint here and there, but nothing major. As for the people, they seemed to have changed even less. Sure, they were better dressed (well, some of them were) and a little older, but everyone was the same.

The loner was still loitering at the very end of the bar, not engaging with anyone. The geeks had gravitated toward one another. The popular kids were strutting their stuff, their conversation no doubt as mindless and dull as it had always been. Kat, Alex and I were still hanging around together.

Nobody seemed to have brought partners. I hadn’t actually seen any information regarding the event. My intel had all come from Kat, so maybe partners weren’t invited. Or perhaps everyone just wanted to come alone and re-enact their young, free and single days.

Either way, it was going to be a looong night. I headed for the bar with Kat and Alex close behind.

“What’ll it be?” asked the barman, who looked to be a current student earning some extra cash. I suddenly felt old, despite not looking that much older than him.

“Make mine a vodka and Coke, no ice, please.”

As I turned to the girls to find out what they wanted, I saw the class busybody walking toward us. She smiled and waved.

“Better make that a double,” I amended. Then under my breath, “I think I’m gonna need it.”

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!”

Grab your copy of Loose Ends here.

Add Loose Ends to Goodreads here.

Also, a title I signed a contract for before Christmas is now hitting retail shelves. The Military Wife is a collection of three erotic romance stories, which is published by House of Erotica.

Here’s the blurb:

Three hot and romantic military tales from the pen of uniform aficionado, Lucy Felthouse.

The Military Wife

Tess’ salacious fantasies about her husband, Aidan, see her through the long periods of time when she doesn’t see him—when he’s away on tour with the Army. The rest of the time, she has to deal with day to day life alone. One day, a dull chore is interrupted by the unexpected arrival of her husband, and things quickly hot up in their kitchen, and beyond.

Passing Out Passion

When Christina attends her brother’s passing out parade with her parents, she’s full of pride at his achievement. What she’s not expecting, though, is to bump into old flame Phil Ashdown. They didn’t part on good terms and the atmosphere between them is awkward. But when they’re forced into conversation, it turns out that all those years ago, there was a misunderstanding. One that can very easily be put right.

Double Vision

Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.

And an excerpt: 

Tess grumbled to herself as she heaved the shopping bags out of the boot of her car. It was a pain in the arse having to do this all by herself. Yet she’d been through this more than once, and it was going to be for the foreseeable future. May as well just get on with it and shut up moaning, she thought.

Just as she got to her front door and started fumbling for her key, risking dropping all her bags in the process, a voice said,

“Let me help you with that.”

Tess dropped the bags.

She whirled to face the owner of the voice, unadulterated joy on her face.

“Aidan!” she shrieked. And, without caring who could be watching, she hurled herself into her husband’s arms. Luckily, Aidan had been fully expecting this kind of greeting and had braced himself. Supporting his wife’s bottom with his hands as her legs clasped around his waist, he felt himself stiffening almost immediately. You couldn’t blame him though, it had been months since he’d been home.

As she took his face in her hands, Tess was almost teary with happiness. She leaned in for a kiss that would show her husband exactly how much she’d missed him. Tightening her legs around him, she smiled into his mouth as she felt his erection nudging against her bottom.

What seemed like hours later, the couple finally came up for air. Surveying the damage around them, Tess made a quick decision.

“Grab the other bags while I dump this lot in the kitchen. Then lock the door behind you and get upstairs.”

Grinning, Aidan moved to do as he was told. Tess scrabbled items back into carrier bags and rushed into their home to put them down. Now the kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it. But she didn’t care. Her man was home. Smiling to herself, she turned as Aidan came in with the rest of the bags. She gestured to the floor and he put them down.

“Corporal Scott reporting for duty ma’am,” he said, snapping her a smart salute.

Bastard, she thought, he knows what it does to me when he goes all military on me. We’ll be lucky to make it upstairs at this rate.

Tess drank in every inch of her husband. The climate in Afghanistan had given him a decent tan, but of course he hadn’t been on holiday. He’d been fighting a war, and she was eternally grateful that he’d come back to her in one piece. He was still wearing his combats, with the regulation boots, but no headgear. He looked hot.

“Come here, soldier,” she said, crooking a finger, “and kiss me.”

 

It’s literally just hit All Romance eBooks, so you can grab it there, or hang fire for a few hours and grab it from Amazon. It’ll be rolling out to other retailers soon, too.

Add it to your Goodreads shelves.

New Release: The Big Book of Bondage

I’m delighted to announce the release of my first story purchased by Alison Tyler. Balancing the Books is a quirky and unusual bondage story that I’m very proud of, and it appears in The Big Book of Bondage.

Here’s more information on the anthology:

Surrender to your fantasies. Every submissive willingly does: bound and helpless, expecting the ecstasy of her master’s lash. Never mind the leather—clothed or naked, she is stripped down to only the most basic physical and emotional need, completely exposed. But it’s this swirl of sensations and feelings that combine in a perfect storm of kink and makes the seemingly impossible not only occur, but happen in a way that creates a sexy good time for everyone involved. The sensual stories that Alison Tyler has assembled in this collection delve into the dynamics of relationships filled with such unrestrained passion, revealing a world of beautiful contradictions that will thrill and inspire you. Some of these tales show how the everyday can be instantly transformed into pulse-quickening moments laced with eroticism.

Nobody likes bondage more than Alison Tyler who is endlessly fascinated with the sensation of giving up, giving in, of putting one’s pleasure (and pain) into the hands of another. To her, bondage means “I trust you to keep me safe,” and yet BDSM can also mean, “I trust you to hurt me.” Because the most important part of bondage, of dominance, of all the slippery ways one can play with those concepts is trust.In the BDSM realm, trust involves crops, whips, blindfolds, handcuffs, paddles, belts, gags, and toys. How deliciously, devilishly twisted is that?

And here’s an excerpt from my story:

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Philip’s head and trickled into his hairline. He’d been lying flat on his back on the cold parquet floor for what felt like hours. Realistically, it probably hadn’t even been one hour, but because he’d been trying so hard not to move a muscle for fear of toppling the stack of hardback books resting on his abdomen, every single minute was torture.

And yet, at the same time, it was complete and utter bliss. Giovanna was sitting on a wooden chair, the legs of which were either side of his hips – as were hers – and she was using the pile of books as a table. She idly flipped the pages of the weighty tome she was pretending to read, and studiously ignored Philip, as though he really were nothing but a table.

Philip’s cock had never been so hard. He was torn. Part of him wanted the books to fall so Giovanna’s beautiful eyes would flash with anger and she would punish him the very best way she knew how. The other part wanted to please her, in the hope that she might let him bury his face between her thighs and lick her delicious pussy to orgasm, and maybe, just maybe, be allowed to come himself.

Another droplet of sweat followed the first one into his rapidly dampening hair. Philip’s erection strained beneath his clothes, and he decided to try and distract himself by thinking of something else. Trees. Taxes. Tridents.

It didn’t work. Instead, his mind wandered to how he’d gotten into this predicament in the first place.

Giovanna was Philip’s boss – in the usual employment sense, as well as the mistress and slave sense. Just a few short weeks back, he’d been wandering the high street of the town he lived in, and had come across an amazing-looking bookshop. He’d peered through the window, fascinated. The slightly gloomy interior was all dark wood and spiral staircases, and was a book lover’s wet dream. And Philip was a book lover. Turning, he made for the door. As he reached it, he noticed a sign stuck to the pane of glass in its centre.

EXPERIENCED BOOK-KEEPER WANTED.

COMPETITIVE RATES.

APPLY WITHIN.

Philip didn’t need a job. He was, in fact, a highly qualified accountant, and some of the past investments he’d made had come good and meant that he could live very comfortably off the profits. In fact, it wasn’t worth his time to work as the tax man would pinch even more of his pennies.

Philip didn’t need any books, either. His custom-built home library was fully stocked with an abundance of fiction and non-fiction, and he really needed to read and get rid of some of them before he started purchasing more.

He peered through the door, catching sight of a voluptuous bespectacled woman standing behind the till, writing in a notebook. She sure was easy on the eye, with her long dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and the hint of ample cleavage peeking out of the top of her blouse. She must have caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye because her head snapped up from what she was doing and she looked straight at him. Peering over the top of her glasses, she continued to gaze at him, unsmilingly. Many people would have found her demeanour cold; unapproachable.

Philip pushed open the door and walked in. Before he knew what he was doing he’d walked straight up the counter and the aloof woman behind it, and said,

“I’m interested in the job.”

She put down her pen and raised an eyebrow.

“And what are your qualifications?”

He was, in fact, vastly overqualified for the job she was offering. He could do the paperwork for the bookshop standing on his head. With one hand tied behind his back. However, the cool, unimpressed stare the woman gave him made him want to impress her – and so he gave her the full whammy of his qualifications and experience.

The woman’s face had remained impassive.

“It sounds as though you’re used to much bigger accounts than you’d be dealing with here. Why on earth are you interested in this job?”

Because I want to fuck you.

 

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Q & A with Jocelyn Dex

Q: What’s your book, Araya’s Addiction, about?

A: Kean wakes up naked, collared and locked in a cell. To gain his freedom, Kean must provide Araya, a human-Sempire mix, with his semen to save her life and complete her transition to full Sempire. Problem is, she refuses it even though the lust between them is undeniable.

 

Q: Do you have a favorite quote or line from Araya’s Addiction?

A: I have several! Here’s one from Kean, the hero. “Either I’m giving you an orgasm or you’re giving yourself one. But I won’t be able to concentrate on anything else with the smell of your need clogging my brain. Your choice.”

 

Q: Where’s your favorite place to write?

A: I have two spots. One is a small chair and laptop table in one corner of my bedroom. The other is in bed with dogs cuddled up next to me. My youngest dog really doesn’t like it when I’m not paying attention to him, so he sometimes insinuates himself between me and the laptop. That’s when I have to move to my chair.

 

Q: Are you a plotter or a pantser?

A: Pantser. Wait, are you still considered a pantser if you aren’t wearing pants when you write?

 

Q: Is anything in Araya’s Addiction based on a real life experience?

A: Not in Araya’s Addiction but I wrote a sex scene for another story and told my husband that I wasn’t sure it would work. I joked that he needed to help me figure it out. He didn’t hesitate to say, “Let’s go.” Ha. I ended up slightly altering the scene after that.

 

Q: What was your favorite chapter or part in Araya’s Addiction to write and why?

A: I love writing the first sentence in any story! That is fun and exciting in my world. The first sentence in Araya’s Addiction is, “Kean always knew his dick would get him in trouble.” It’s a simple sentence but it makes me smile.

 

Q: Do you fear anything?

A: Zombies

 

Q: Last thing you ate?

A: Vegetarian Chicken Nuggets

 

Q: Introvert or extrovert?

A: Introvert

 

Q: Housework before writing or writing before housework?

A: HA! Much to my husband’s dismay, writing before housework. I’m sorry, awesome husband, but when the writing is going well, I just can’t make myself care about fur balls on the floor or about a cat turd the dogs pulled out of the litter box. Gross, I know. But hey! I’ll clean it up later. I swear!

 

Thanks for having me here today, Lucy!

 

Araya’s Addiction Blurb

When Kean wakes up naked, collared and locked in a cell, he knows thinking with his dick has finally gotten him into trouble. Kean, part Incubus, enjoys scorching and frequent sex. One night, he finds himself a prisoner forced to help a Sempire rescue her daughter from certain death.

To gain his freedom, Kean must provide Araya with his semen to save her life, but she refuses it, even though the lust between them is undeniable. Determined to escape and to help Araya, Kean ups the stakes and forces Araya into a situation that makes it impossible for her to continue refusing him. Feeling betrayed, Araya enacts a scheme to get Kean out of her life. Her best laid plans may awaken emotions that will bind them to each other forever.

Here’s where you can find me on the web. I’d love it if you’d like me, fan me, follow me, etc. New authors need love too!

 

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*****

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A $5 Amazon gift card
An Araya’s Addiction Trading Card
A “Demons do it Better” Koozie
A surprise $10 Gift Card

Just leave a comment with your email address for your chance to win. Winner will be chosen on the 17th January. Good luck!

Sunday Snog – Loose Ends

Here’s a delicious snog from my erotic romance short story, Loose Ends. It’s being re-released by Resplendence Publishing on this coming Wednesday – I’m very excited!

His next move took me completely by surprise. Downing the rest of his drink and putting his empty glass on the table, he said, “May I have this dance?”

 

Given the song was cheesy pop, it wasn’t as romantic as it sounded. Still, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity—both to dance to my favorite song and to potentially cop a feel—so I finished my own drink and took his proffered hand.

 

This was no romantic slow dance; we weren’t even touching. But, after a couple of minutes of bopping around, we both realised how silly we were being and started laughing. I was almost doubled over at one point, and when I looked back up, my mirth instantly disappeared.

 

Jonathan was looking at me with such a serious expression that I thought something was wrong.

 

“What’s up?”

 

He said nothing, grabbing my hands and pulling me to him. My blood was already thundering through my veins as a result of the attempted dancing and subsequent giggling, so it was a wonder that the sudden proximity didn’t make me explode.

The look in his eyes was earnest, his expression serious. “I still want you, you know.”

 

Then, he kissed me. There was no messing around—well, apart from the previous eight years, of course—he just leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Without a thought about public displays of affection, I slipped my arms around his waist and kissed him back, opening my mouth to admit his tongue.

 

It was incredible. The culmination of eight years of sexual tension and unexplored feelings. I could feel my pussy juices dampening my thong, and Jonathan’s cock pressed insistently against my stomach. If I’d have been someone else looking at us, I’d have been telling us to “get a room”.

 

After a few seconds, I became horribly self-aware of the fact that other people were probably thinking just that. I pulled away from the kiss, then stood on tiptoes to reach Jonathan’s ear.

 

“Is everyone staring at us?” I didn’t dare look around and see if anyone was giving us disapproving glares.

 

“No,” he replied, with his arms still encircling my waist. “I don’t think anybody noticed.”

 

“Phew. I had visions of people shouting at us to get a room!” I laughed, then stopped abruptly when he spoke.

 

“Well, why don’t we?”

Check out the blurb and buy links here.

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

Two New Reviews!

Wow, it seems the cities are getting some great reviews this week!

First, A Taste of London got a fantastic five out of five review from The Jeep Diva. Here’s what they had to say:

“With characters that were crafted with a great deal of fullness in this short read, Lucy Felthouse has managed to capture an intriguing series of sexual interludes that alternate between steamy and naughty with a dash of daring and bravado for effect… Funnily enough, the late-teen early twenty year old male voice was incredibly strong and finely honed, making this book a real treat with an interesting voice and perspective.”

You can read the full review here, and grab the book here.

This is made even more exciting by the fact that my Ellora’s Cave editor loved the second story in this series, A Taste of Paris, and has accepted it for publication! I’ll keep you posted on the details

Secondly, Smut in the City, which I co-edited with Victoria Blisse has received a five out of five score from Blood, Lust and Erotica!

Here’s what they had to say:

“…a wonderful collection of stories that will have you smiling, giggling, sighing and wanting to experience for yourself all these unique and pleasurable situations.”

You can read the full review here (which has a breakdown of each story), and grab the book here.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to do a happy dance!

Sunday Snog – Something in Common

Here’s a saucy snippet from my lesbian erotic romance story Something in Common, which is in the No Boys Allowed mini-anthology. It contains three of my sexy Sapphic tales.

Justine moved back towards Amber and slipped her arms around her waist. The women were roughly the same height, so their breasts, tummies and hips pressed together as they embraced. Then, as if they’d received an unspoken command, they kissed. Quickly, the room was filled with feminine moans and groans as the pair duelled with their tongues and grabbed each other’s bottoms to pull their bodies closer still.

 

After a few super heated minutes, Justine pulled away with a gasp. “Fuck,” she said, staring, wide-eyed at Amber. “If you’ll excuse my abruptness, I seriously need you to be naked and on my bed. Right now.”

 

Amber nodded and began pulling off her shoes and clothes, as Justine did the same. With seconds, they were both nude. They clambered hastily onto the bed, reached for one another and fell down onto the duvet in a tangle of smooth, pale limbs. Their mouths met once more, and the sounds of their increasing pleasure grew louder as they became lost in one another.

 

Justine rolled her hips towards her new lover. She could hardly help herself – by now her need was so great that she was desperate to have Amber’s fingers – and mouth – on and in her pussy. Thankfully, the redhead took the hint and without hesitation pushed her hand between Justine’s trembling thighs.

Check out the blurb and buy links here.

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

I’m An Xcite Awards Finalist!

Yay! For the second year running, I’m an Xcite Books Awards Finalist! I’m in two categories, one for this website, http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, and also as best reviewer for http://eroticaforall.co.uk.

I’m up against some seriously tough competition, so I’d love it if you’d consider voting for me. I would be very, very grateful!

Vote here:  https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/XciteAwards2013

Guest Blogger: Becca Dale

A fantastic snippet from Becca’s latest release, The Millionaire and the Girl Next Door.

Tired of chasing his family’s need for money and power, millionaire Jake Wescott heads to Freewill, Wyoming and the beautiful piece of heaven that calls to him.

The girl next door, Christa Dunham puts family first, and she’s determined to protect them from the city boy before he ruins their hunting grounds or steals her heart and then walks away when the lonely nights get too long.

Neither of them expect the attraction that pulls them together nor the lost spirit who wants to drive them apart. Confronting the past leaves them both anxious to find a love beyond a lifetime.

 

Excerpt:

“Try this.” She tossed a crowbar to him, and the wicked piece of steel whizzed toward his head.

He dodged the wild throw. Irritated for a moment, Jake bent to pick up the bar then caught her checking him out. Her blatant appraisal made him want to forget the cabin and haul her off to his bed. She affected him too much for the amount of time he’d known her. Everything from her hair, just long enough for a man to wrap his hands in, to her tiny feet encased in chunky work boots turned him on. A smart man would kiss her until she gasped for breath, snuggled her soft curves against his chest, and let him strip her naked. Shaking off the inappropriate desire, he stuck the crowbar beneath the hinge pin and pried upward, but it slipped out of the niche he’d made.

Jake tried again, several times. Finally, she took it from him with a wry grin. “How do you dress yourself?”

He probably should have been offended, but since she treated him to a nice view of her backside while she bent to work the lower hinge loose, he didn’t see a reason to complain. Her faded jeans stretched when she moved and clung to her hips. His body tightened, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, desperately thinking of the boardroom and stockholder meetings to ward off the need to caress her rounded curves.

Chris worked until the hinges and lock gave way, but the door remained in place despite her efforts to push it open. She looked over her shoulder at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Are you going to lend some muscle or let me do all the work?”

“I don’t know. I could get hurt. I broke a nail this morning putting on my socks.” He held back a grin. Ready color brushed her cheeks and made her skin glow. She deserved to be embarrassed. The brat tried to make him feel incompetent at every turn.

“Smart ass.”

He chuckled. “Arrogant know-it-all.”

Chris turned to stand inches from him. Merriment danced over her face. “Worthless urbanite.”

Jake moved closer still. If she wiggled at all, her breasts would press to his chest. “Hick.”

Her gaze shifted to his mouth. Jake nearly groaned aloud when she bit down on her lower lip and swayed toward him. “Is that what you really think of me, city boy?”

A soft moan slipped from him as he steadied her with a hand on her hip. “Your brothers would gut and hang me from the nearest tree if they ever heard what I really think about around you, sweetheart.”

 

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Guest Blogger: Ann Mayburn

Christmas Cats  

I admit it, I went out and bought a costume for my cat this Christmas. I had planned on putting said kitty into his cute little reindeer antlers and taking adorable pictures of him that would soon rule the internet. In reality I ended up with clawed up hands, pissed off cats, and a cute picture of my dog.

When I tried it with my first cat he promptly ran away, then booked out the door the second one of the kids opened it. The second cat let me cuddle him, but as soon as I tried to put the antlers on his head he contorted, scratched, and ran away. With the third cat I thought I could do it while he was sleeping. I’d just sneak up and put the antlers on his head and it would be magic time.

Unfortunately my third cat is a ninja and sensed me coming. He opened one eye, looked at the antlers, and booked.

Flustered, covered in Band-Aids, and yelling at the cats my dog came up and did that dog ‘Hi Master! This is the best day ever and I love you so much!’ thing. I suddenly realized why you see so many pictures of dogs dressed up in costumes, it’s because dogs have no pride! They’re happy to get dressed up like an elf as long as you give them love. Well maybe happy is an overstatement, but you get the idea.

I hope you have a wonderful holiday and I wish you nothing but the best in the New Year.

Ann

*****

Blurb

The drums of war are beating in both Heaven and Hell and only the love of a half-demon Princess, Natalia, can stop the oncoming slaughter. Unfortunately, Princess Natalia has her hands full trying to keep her human concubine from killing her demon lovers, in addition to learning how to survive the deadly pleasures and politics of the Court of Lust.

With the abuse of opium increasing in the mortal world, High Prince Belal, ruler of the Deadly Sin Sloth, is gaining power by the  day and threatens to soon rule all of Hell. In a desperate attempt to curb Belal’s powers, Natalia is sent to mortal earth to stop what has been prophesied to be a major turning point in the war. Cut off from her men in Hell, Natalia soon realizes that all is not as it seems.

What may have at first been a blessing has become a curse.

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Excerpt

She followed the psychic threads of their link, going through the large formal sitting area, down a hallway, and finally reaching her library. At the entrance to the room, she paused and took a moment to admire Gregor. He sat looking off into the distance in his favorite padded leather chair, facing the paneled windows. While she feared heights, he seemed to enjoy being able to see the intricate quilt of her father’s kingdom spread before them.

The deep auburn tones of his hair caught the light streaming through the window, and she longed to run her fingers through the rough silk. During his time in Hell, he’d been outdoors frequently and the slight tan to his skin seemed darker, especially in contrast to the unearthly pale tones of demons. Around his neck lay a gold collar made of links interspaced with dragon skin. A small swirling pattern of diamonds and sapphires made up the centerpiece of the choker. This, her personal mark, identified Gregor as belonging to her. Compared to some of the other collars she’d seen, it was simple but it suited her.

Gregor tilted his head slightly to the side, his rough features catching the light and throwing his profile into deep shadows. “I missed you last night. Though I’m not surprised you went to him instead of me.”

She flushed as the accusation hung in the air, his jealousy surging through their link and hurting her heart. Leaning against the doorway, she crossed her arms over her chest and watched him carefully. “I wasn’t with Raum last night.”

A small amount of tension went out of his shoulders. “Then you were with Eline.”

“No.”

He surged from the chair, knocking it over in his haste. Anger and disgust curled his handsome features as he gripped his hands into fists at his sides. “Another! How many men do you plan—?”

“Enough!” The word exploded from her, carrying a hint of the demonic power that still slept in her soul. It echoed through the room as if she’d screamed inside of a rock cavern. Taking a deep breath, she said in a much softer tone, “I wasn’t with another man.”

Gregor took a step forward, then another as his nostrils flared. Finally, he stood right next to her and placed his face against the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. His voice came out in a grating rumble next to her skin as he said, “I don’t smell either of them on you. The scent is almost…sweet.”

She stepped past him into the library and started to straighten the chair he’d turned over. Before she could do more than touch it, he was at her side and lifting it for her. Without another word, he took a seat in the chair and pulled her into his lap, pressing his face against her chest. “I missed you. Who was she?”

“The Queen of the Succubi.”

He laughed softly then harder, until she was glad he’d sat down or he would have fallen over with her in his arms. “Really? Next time can I watch?”

 

Bio

Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.

 

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