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September 21, 2012
Filthy Friday: Lucy Felthouse
Yep, I’m welcoming myself to Filthy Friday again! This time, though, I’m going to tell a little about my story in Smut in the City…
My tale, Within the Crumbling Walls is set at the Colosseum in Rome. Why, you might ask? Well, it’s simple. I visited Rome for the first time in May and did lots of exploring, so it made sense to set my story in that particular city, as I suspected popular cities others would have chosen would be Paris and London. Oddly, we didn’t have one set in Paris, which surprised me.
When I visited the Colosseum, I noticed an area that had been fenced off to the public. It made me a laugh a little that that particular area had been deemed unsafe, when the entire building was ancient and crumbling. Then I went on my merry way, exploring the awe-inspiring structure. But obviously that particular thing stuck with me, as when I sat down to think about what I was going to write about, I decided on Rome, and then the Colosseum. And that’s how my characters ended up doing naughty things in an ancient monument.
So, there you have it. Another insight into how my crazy mind comes up with story ideas.
Sultry, smouldering sex in the city is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Grab your copy of Smut in the City here.
September 20, 2012
Sex: The Bible – 20 Years of Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium
Would you believe that my favourite shop, Sh! is 20 years old? Well, it is, and they released a fab book to commemorate the iconic anniversary. It’s a mixture of erotic stories and poetry, erotic art, sex tips and humorous tales from the Sh! Girlz themselves.
I read it over several sittings, enjoying stories from some of my favourite writers, including Lexie Bay, Miss Player, K D Grace and Victoria Blisse. Sadly, I don’t have a tale in this saucy book, but I’m proud to know so many talented people that do.
As well as enjoying the sexy tales, I also had great fun reading some of the amusing anecdotes from the Sh! Girlz, learning more about sex and society (a similar topic to the one I did my dissertation on), orgasms, g-spots, fellatio, spankings, Sh! customers and the sex toy market.
Overall, this was a sexy, fun, enlightening read. And they’re all words that I’d use to describe the shop and the gorgeous ladiez that work there. I’m looking forward to seeing them all on 27th October, for the Smut and Magic event!
Want to know more about Sh! Women’s Erotic Emporium and the fabulous work they do? Check out their website. Or even better, if you’re close by, go in and see for yourself!
September 19, 2012
New Release: Ditched – My First M/M!
So, what an exciting day. First, my Avengers Assemble DVD turned up (and yes, I just watched it), and now my first ever m/m story has been released. Yes, Ditched is a m/m military erotic short story, set on Salisbury Plain, England. Given my love of all things military, I guess it makes sense that my first gay story was about Army men 
Here’s the blurb:
Private Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?
And an excerpt:
“This can’t be fucking right!” said Lance Corporal Michael Scott, checking his map for the umpteenth time.
“I can assure you, Scott, that it fucking is,” responded his colleague, Private Damien Stone. He nudged the other man, pointed to a place on his own map, then raised his arm and indicated a rise in the ground in the near distance.
“See, that’s that long barrow, so we are in the right place.”
Looking at the barrow—one of the many on Salisbury Plain—then down at the map, and finally at his compass, Scott had to agree.
“So where the fuck are they, then?”
Stone had no answer for that one. He looked up into the lightening sky, which in the distance was being slowly tinged with pink, but saw no sign of their pick-up helicopter. Straining to hear even the faintest sound of rotor blades, Stone remained silent. Hearing nothing, he shrugged.
“Dunno. Perhaps we got the time wrong, or something?”
“I hope not, otherwise they’ve gone without us!”
“Nah. We’re early, if anything. The sun’s only just coming up.”
Sighing, Scott stuffed his map and compass into a pocket, and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find somewhere to shelter. I don’t like the look of that.”
The that he was talking about was an ominous-looking black cloud being buffeted in their direction by the wind, which was picking up rapidly.
“With you on that one.”
On an unspoken command, the two of them immediately split up and started to look around for somewhere they could keep out of the wind and imminent rain. It wasn’t long before Scott shouted out, and Stone immediately turned and headed in the direction of his colleague’s voice.
When Stone arrived, Scott had already removed his backpack and dropped it into the ditch he’d found and was striding down the slope to join it. Luckily, there’d been no rain over the past few days so the ground was dry. If the coming rainstorm ended up being heavy, it was entirely possible they’d get wet arses, but for now at least they’d be reasonably comfortable.
Following his colleague’s example, Stone shrugged off his pack. Turning, he saw that Scott was standing with his arms out, ready to catch it. Tossing it, he gave a curt nod of thanks before heading down into the ditch.
Once there, he saw that some scrub covered a couple of sizeable rocks, meaning that they would at least be able to sit down. It would have to rain pretty damn hard for the water level in the ditch to get as high as the top of the rocks, so they’d be all right until the chopper arrived.
He hoped.
Want to bag this hot military story? Check out the buy links here – I’ll add more as they become available.
September 18, 2012
Totty Tuesday: Double Bill
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September 17, 2012
Fun on the South Coast
Hi all, I’m back from my trip to Brighton for the UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet. Both Brighton and the Meet were fabulous, and I’m still recovering from lots of travel and a bulging inbox. I’ve now sorted out photos, etc, and am now ready to blog!
So, here goes:
The UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet
The reason I was in Brighton in the first place, the UK Meet was a place for readers and writers of GLBTQ fiction to meet, exchange ideas, show off their work and skills, and so on. I took part in three events: a reading of 150 words from the beginning of a story, a panel on LBTQ fiction and a talk on marketing. All were fun, but I must admit to being relieved when my last panel was finished so I could just relax and enjoy the day.
Also, as a result of being involved in three sessions, I didn’t get to sit in on many panels. However, over the course of the day I got some questions answered, was asked some questions, met some cool people, talked to people I already knew and just generally had fun. I was also paid a very high compliment about my work. A person who shall remain unnamed came up and said that they never read lesbian fiction, it wasn’t their thing, but when I read my 150 words out, they got goosebumps. I was silent for a second, then said thank you about a dozen times because I just didn’t know what else to say. It was a massive compliment and put a silly grin on my face!
Overall, it was a very worthwhile day. Fun, informative, well-organised (thanks, organisers – you did a super job!) and definitely worth attending. Happy news is that next year’s meet will be in Manchester, which is easier for me to get to. Plus, hopefully I’ll be able to drag my buddy Victoria Blisse along with me!
Brighton
Gorgeous seaside town. I didn’t see nearly as much of it as I would have liked, but I saw enough to make me want to go back. The town is big and quite spread out, so there’s plenty of walking to be done. I’m not much of a shopper, but it’s a good place for shopping. I visited my usual haunts, i.e. Waterstones, Paperchase, sex shops, chocolate
shops. But I also did the seaside thing of visiting the pier (but I don’t look down. Hate it!!), eating candy floss, playing on 2p machines, eating fish and chips, and so on. I even took a photo of the dodgems as a nod to my story, Dodging, which appears in Smut by the Sea. And if we do a second volume, I have some inspiration, too!
The road between the campsite we used and the town took us straight past Devil’s Dyke, which is part of the South Downs Way – another reason I want to go back. That, with the town and the close vicinity of lots of country houses and the like, mean Brighton is definitely on my list for a longer visit in the future.
Other
I also sneaked in some novel research on the way home. I visited Cliveden (albeit briefly) to go in the maze. I have a maze scene planned into my novel and wanted to get some ideas. It proved fruitful! 
I took plenty of photos and had a good think about the scene – hopefully it’ll be as fun to write as it was to visit the maze!
In other news, I have a new release in two days! My first m/m erotic story, Ditched, is released on Wednesday by Resplendence Publishing. I can’t wait to see what people think – I hope they like it!
September 15, 2012
Guilty Indulgence Anniversary Hop
What do I indulge in? Hmm… let’s see. I’m not a very good girl, so the list is quite long:
- Supernatural (love those Winchester boys!)
- Chocolate (particularly Cadburys)
- Steak and chips (my favourite meal)
- Sleeping (I love to sleep!)
- Reading (’nuff said!)
- Writing (I love how you can be as indulgent as you like when writing fiction – characters can do whatever (or whoever) they like and it doesn’t matter too much, because it’s all made up!)
I’m sure I could go on for longer, but I don’t want to keep you, you’ve got hopping to do! So, without further ado, use the Rafflecopter below to enter to win a copy of one of my backlist titles (and the grand prize for the hop – a $100 Gift Card!), then use the list underneath to continue hopping!
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September 14, 2012
Filthy Friday: Justine Elyot
I’d like to welcome Justine Elyot to Filthy Friday. She shares some insight into the choice of location and subject for her bittersweet story in Smut by the Sea. Take it away, Justine!
An End of the Pier Affair by Justine Elyot
I knew when I saw the call for Smut By The Sea that I had to send something in. I live in a seaside town, after all. My problem came in deciding which of the many and varied aspects of resort life I wanted to include in my story.
In the end, I found my inspiration at the end of the pier. Every self-respecting seaside town has its Winter Gardens or its Pavilion – the palace of delights built to entertain the summer masses during the sultry evenings of their holiday. An ‘end of the pier show’ is part of the British lexicon, describing a mix and match variety performance of cruise-ship singers, spangly-tight-wearing dance troupes and comedians unsuitable for younger audiences. (‘If easily offended, please stay away,’ the handbills often recommend.)
A lot of these theatres are in financial difficulty now. A night out at a show is no longer an integral part of the British seaside experience – besides, the camping and caravan sites offer their own on-site entertainment for nothing. The summer revenues can’t pay for maintenance of the draughty, ageing buildings. I went backstage at my local specimen earlier this year and was shocked by the dilapidated state of the dressing rooms and corridors. The ‘famous names’ aren’t so famous any more. As my opening paragraph says: “There was a saying in the business that you played Goldsands Winter Gardens twice in your career – once on the way up, once on the way down. This was Mark’s second appearance there.”
The male protagonist of my story, Love In The Low Season, is a faded singer, once popular, now only able to make a bare living in cabaret-style shows at obscure provincial venues. He’s exactly the kind of man who appears in front of eight people on a Wednesday night in February at my local theatre, poor fellow. But I appreciate him, and I appreciate the efforts that are made to keep these places open.
More and more of them are closing every year. I hope mine won’t be next.
Find out more about Justine at http://justineelyot.com
Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
September 13, 2012
Guest Blog: Harry Blue
Just because I’m in my mid 60s doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten about sex
Indeed, the older you get, in my case, the more I think about the enjoyment of it, the fulfilment, the excitement, the satisfaction. So that means that I can re-live what I used to be able to do, with the reader benefiting from my experience.
That’s why when I sat down to write Hot Vegas, I wanted it to be a suspense book with sex, as well as a sex book with suspense. They go hand in hand in Hot Vegas, just like laughter belongs in a successful sit-com. The humour is in the situation, the sex in Hot Vegas is a result of the characters. They have to belong together, otherwise the reader won’t enjoy the narrative.
It’s great for me, in a way, because I have experienced a lot in my life, either first hand or by knowing that they occur, so a lot of these experiences are shared in Hot Vegas. No, I have never won the lottery (yet) but I can imagine what it would be like to win a large sum. But yes, I have been to Vegas, and I have stayed in top hotels around the world, experiencing the high standards expected when you spend large sums of money on luxury. No, I’m not going to tell you if the wife and I have ever fucked in a huge private swimming pool, with her giving me oral sex while I kept myself afloat, neither am I going to tell you if she went knickerless so was prepared to lift her dress when it was just the two of us in a lift, going to the penthouse suite, with me erect as usual, slipping effortlessly into her ever willing love box but insufficient time before the doors opened for me to come. Which I did in the apartment. But I am not going to tell you about us doing any of that. You will have to imagine the two main characters, Prudence and Jeff, fucking in these ways.
As well as many others.
They also have problems with the Mafia during their holiday of a lifetime, because Jeff is mistaken for the drug running courier with an Australian rock band. The FBI are on hand to ensure that all’s well that ends well, but in the meantime there’s quite a few deaths, Jeff is captured and held over the Grand Canyon while the goodies and baddies work out whose side he’s on, so by the time that they’ve recovered, they are ready for some relaxation. There’s a blackjack tournament that they have entered, big money jackpot, which they can afford because while in Vegas they have also been winning on the tables. They both love to play blackjack, so it’s only natural that they should continue with their playing. Do they win the jackpot? You will have to read Hot Vegas to find out.
I am writing a series of ‘Hot’ books, and the next one is called Hot Hits. This is about a contract hit woman who likes to get her revenge. But it starts with Roger, a 21 year old hunk who’s looking after his parent’s small hotel while they are away on holiday. Roger isn’t wearing much, as he is making beds and preparing the rooms for the next occupants. He’s all hot and sweaty as he makes the worst hotelier mistake – walks into a bedroom without knocking. Coming out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel is a sex hungry cougar, who doesn’t want to waste the opportunity of fucking a very willing big prick with stamina. When she’s finished with Roger, he is well fucked.
He meets up with Sue, who plays the trumpet in a local seaside silver band. Her lips have had many years practising with her instrument, so Roger’s instrument gains the benefit. Her band has been taken over by people smuggling crooks, who are also involved with Club Sadist, where people are strung up on stage to be tortured for the entertainment of the audience. Then killed. Roger is the last victim of Club Sadist. Who saves him? There’s a twist in the tale.
The next book is Hot MILF. I am writing that one now, so it should be ready soon.
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‘Soft Lips’ Prudence checks her lottery ticket in bed, and the noise she makes takes Jeff ‘Sex Machine’s attention away from the soccer results. Fulham have drawn again. They celebrate by making love, and then it’s off to Las Vegas first class for the holiday of a lifetime. Luxury all the way. But Jeff is mistaken for an Australian mobster, as they make love in a hotel lift, and a private box in a theatre, and their own intimate pool, and….Pop stars, the Mafia, and the FBI are all involved as we tour the gambling capital of the world, culminating in the biggest black jack gambling tournament to be held off the famous Strip.
Hot Vegas is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble and all other good eBook retailers.
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I write under the name Harry Blue, because that’s what I write – Blue.
It’s all romantic, full blown, one on one sex, with a good story to go with the erotica. A hero, a heroine, danger, suspense, everything’s in my books, all starting with the word Hot.
The reality is that I am a happily married man in my mid 60s, one daughter, three grand daughters, living on the south coast, dealing in antiques and a sight-seeing guide when I am not writing erotic novels.
I have been writing for thirty years, mainly comedy, so you can find out a lot more about me on www.harrythewriter.com
September 11, 2012
Guest Blog: Blak Rayne
The Best OVA
First, I’d like to thank Lucy for having me at her blog today! Thanks so much!
This article is dedicated strictly to OVAs, and graphic novels, which are another forever-growing part of the Japanese anime/manga industry. There isn’t anything new about OVAs, or graphic novels, both have been around for decades. OVA means ‘original video animation’ (not the plural for ovum), it is an animated movie released as ‘direct-to-video’, which translates the movie hasn’t had prior theatrical or TV viewings. A graphic novel is a narrative work where the story is presented to the reader through art in either an experimental design or a traditional comic format. These novels have plots that range from romantic to action and every genre in between. I like to call the GN a fancy-shmansy comic book. LOL It’s like taking LOTR, and cutting all the description out, add basic dialogue then pump the images up on steroids. Yeah that works!
My awakening happened in 1998. I was surfing through the Internet on a friend’s computer (because I didn’t have one of my own) when I happened to come across these unbelievable Japanese anime pictures. I’ve been into anime since childhood, and I’d seen some Yaoi images, but nothing quite like Ai no
Kusabi. It was love at first sight. The story and characters were amazing, and I was instantly hooked. This was the very first yaoi OVA that I watched. After downloading every picture I could find, I took an interest in writing yaoi-based novels, which was a departure from my usual fantasy, sci-fi, and fiction writing.
As an artist myself, I find Japanese anime/manga to be unique, beautiful, and unparalleled in the animation world. To this day Ai no Kusabi remains my favourite yaoi. Iason Mink and Riki are gorgeous. In my opinion the art work in the original OVA is the best and the new OVA (released in 2009) doesn’t quite do the characters justice.
Written by Rieko Yoshihara, Ai no Kusabi, which has several English translations, ‘Wedge of Interval’ or ‘Love’s Wedge’ is a sci-fi drama. The central characters are Iason Mink (seme/blond) and Riki (uke/dark). These two men meet by fate, and Iason, though considered above the slum dog, Riki, ends up falling for the young man. Of course, the sex is borderline abusive in the beginning, but that soon fades. These two men have quite the history together as you discover later, and their relationship seems to be in constant peril spanning a long period of time. Soon as they reach some type of understanding, and Riki begins to accept the love that he holds for Iason, someone tries to destroy their relationship. If you’re looking for humour, a huge climax, or maybe a happy ending, move on my friend. This story doesn’t have any of those qualities. Ai no Kusabi is dark, dramatic, and bitterly sad. Believe me, I cried at the end. But that isn’t to say the story is poorly written. ANK just doesn’t have a happily-ever-after, which is rare but remains true to the original yaoi guidelines. The very first Japanese homoerotic stories didn’t have happy endings. Most were filled with angst, and if you’re a yaoi fan you know exactly what I mean. LOL
When I first discovered this yaoi, no one had heard of it–well Western culture knew little of the Japanese yaoi world at that time anyway. Now, things have changed with the spread of the Internet. There are over 99,000 websites dedicated to, or have pictures/write-ups, or mention Ai no Kusabi. Yes, I said 99,000–unbelievable isn’t it? The author, Ms. Rieko Yoshihara, passed away, and wherever she is, I’m sure she’s thrilled with the success of her novel. If you’re interested in learning more about this yaoi, the first website is totally awesome, one of the best I’ve ever come across, and I’ve come across quite a few! LOL Ai no Kusabi has graphic sex, gorgeous characters, realistic plot, and sad ending; the story sticks to its yaoi roots.
Happy Yaoi Hunting!
Blak Rayne
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http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product/author&author_id=400
A Sexy Snippet from Desperate Measures
I figured that some of the stories I have in anthologies probably don’t get as much exposure (if you’ll pardon the pun) as my single-author stories, so I’ve decided that I’ll post a few sexy snippets for you over the next few weeks. Here’s an excerpt from my story, Desperate Measures, which appears in an Xcite Books anthology of the same name. Enjoy!
By the time Poppy had finished rooting through all her various toys and props and gone back to her computer, the new account on the webcam chat site she’d signed up for had been approved. All she had to do now was set up an anonymous profile, add a photo, post an ad and wait for the offers to come in.
It didn’t take long. The photo she’d posted wasn’t brilliant quality, as she’d taken it with the webcam and uploaded it directly, but it sure was sexy. After closing the curtains and checking there was nothing to identify her within sight, she’d posed in front of the webcam—which was still perched on her computer monitor—in the mask, some sexy black lingerie and a matching feather boa. It had obviously done the trick. The first message simply said ‘u r very sexy’ so Poppy deleted it immediately. She wouldn’t tolerate time wasters. When the site refreshed, she already had another note in her inbox. It was much more promising, too.
Hi Jane0874, it said, love that profile pic. You are gorgeous. Would love to have some fun with you. So what do you do, and how much?
That gave Poppy pause. What did she do? There wasn’t much she wouldn’t do—after all, she was limited as to what she could do herself in front of a camera—so what to say? And how much to charge? After thinking for a few minutes, Poppy typed out a reply.
Hi Jase69—Poppy had to snigger at the name—why not make me an offer?
Hitting ‘send’ she sat back and waited. A reply came back almost instantly.
How about a striptease? £10?
Poppy grinned. This guy was easily pleased. He was also going to get the performance of a lifetime. She’d once attended a workshop at a nearby women’s sex emporium on how to drive a man wild with a striptease. After the initial embarrassment of doing it in front of complete strangers, and a couple of glasses of wine, Poppy had actually really enjoyed herself. She’d dashed home after the class and demonstrated her new-found skills to her boyfriend at the time. He’d been very impressed; even slipping a £20 note into the front of her G-string, waiting until she was completely naked and fucking her brains out right there on the living room floor. She’d had carpet burns for days afterward.
Answering ‘Jase69′ in the affirmative, Poppy then looked around the room. It was the room she used as an office so it was functional and tidy, but not exactly seductive. Reaching forward to pick up the webcam, she pulled it towards her to see how long the lead was that attached it to the computer. Not very long at all. It certainly wasn’t long enough to reach through the adjoining door and into her bedroom. Shrugging, Poppy decided it would have to do for now. She could always get an extension lead if her money making scheme took off.
As she put the webcam back in its original position, her email pinged. Opening her new message, Poppy scanned it and raised her eyebrows under the mask. This was going to be easier than she thought. A donation had been received from ‘Jase69′, and she hadn’t even done anything yet. Firing off a quick message to her first ‘customer’, Poppy dashed into her bedroom to get ready. She was still in the black lingerie and feather boa that she’d worn to take the profile photo, which was fine, but she needed more layers on top to strip out of, or it would all be over far too quickly.
Poppy quickly selected her outfit and pulled it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded with satisfaction. It wasn’t particularly original, but the nurse’s outfit was an old faithful that most guys loved. Perhaps in future she’d list the outfits she had and give them the choice, but for now this would have to do. Considering the way the neckline of the skimpy dress pushed her tits up and out, Poppy was pretty sure she’d have no complaints. She couldn’t get the cap on over her mask, so she just swapped the feather boa for the fake stethoscope, added a pair of sexy stilettos and strutted back into the office.
Poppy flicked on the webcam and fired off another message to ‘Jase69′ to let him know she was ready. He must have been waiting, as seconds later an instant messaging window popped up and a little icon appeared. Poppy squinted at it and frowned. Then the penny dropped. The picture was of two tiny fists, giving her the ‘thumbs up.’ Smiling, she nodded at the camera then clicked play on the song she’d selected to dance to. Stepping back, she counted in the beat and waited for the song to start properly. Then she began her routine.
Want to find out what happens next? Grab your copy of Desperate Measures here. It’s a bargain, and you get five other sexy stories, too!
