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Sunday Snog – Within the Crumbling Walls

Here’s a saucy snippet from Within the Crumbling Walls, my Rome-set erotic story from the Smut in the City anthology, which contains hot city-themed erotic stories, edited by myself and Victoria Blisse.

Leaning on a barrier and looking out, Libby saw that arena “floor” was not an accurate description. At one end of the enormous structure, a wooden base had been erected, but the rest of the oval was open, displaying what lay beneath. It looked like a labyrinth, and suddenly she became aware of an English-speaking tour guide telling his group the history of the place. She eavesdropped for a while, then fell to thinking how lucky she was to have been born in this day and age. She’d never know anyone who’d be thrown to their deaths in such a place—or be forced to watch them killed in such a brutal manner.



A little shudder ran down her spine as she thought of the horrific violence that had taken place in the structure. Yet now it sat majestic and even quite serene as thousands of tourists per day wandered within its boundaries. Her morbid thoughts reminded her how alive she was, and what a good life she had. A great job, fantastic boyfriend, and the means to be here, in Rome, visiting the Colosseum. Not everyone was so fortunate.



As if he’d read her thoughts, Ciaran slipped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, and pressed a kiss to her hair.



“It’s great, isn’t it?” he said, grinning down at her. “Such an interesting place, and yet it has such a horrible history.”



Libby nodded. “I was just thinking something pretty similar myself.”



“Ah, you see, great minds think alike.” He leaned down to kiss her and she returned it eagerly, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to admit his tongue. With the sun beating down on her and her previous thoughts of feeling very alive, Libby suddenly felt horny. Despite her dislike of over the top public displays of affection, she managed to forget the crowds that were milling round them and enjoyed a long and delicious kiss with Ciaran. She only pulled away when her hormone level suddenly shot up to fever pitch and urged her to take things to the next level.



She stepped back a little, opening her eyes and squinting in the sudden light. Then she sucked in a lungful of air and felt her cheeks heat up as she realised she’d just gotten hot and heavy with her man in front of dozens of complete strangers. Not that it would have been better if it had been dozens of people she knew—but still, they’d gone way past a chaste kiss on the lips in public, and now she was embarrassed.



Giving Ciaran a wry grin, she nodded in the direction they needed to go to see the rest of the Colosseum, and asked, “Ready to see everything else?”



“Sure am, baby.” His eyes glinted with amusement, and if she wasn’t mistaken, arousal. Libby’s gaze flicked down to her boyfriend’s crotch, and a fresh rush of heat rushed to both her cheeks and her groin when she saw the erection he was sporting pressing against his cargo trousers. It wouldn’t have been nearly so noticeable had he been wearing jeans, but of course, it was far too hot for denim. And now, as her libido went crazy, Libby decided it was far too hot for any clothes at all, and wished more than anything that the crowds would disappear and leave her and Ciaran totally alone and able to act on their lust.



Unfortunately, the crowds didn’t disappear. They didn’t even lessen, and Libby was left with the choice of sucking it up and continuing their visit, or grabbing Ciaran and dragging him all the way back to their hotel for sex. That would mean going back on the Metro, avoiding smelly people and pickpockets, then heading through the busy area they were staying in—and all in extreme heat. She shook her head. No, she’d shove her sudden friskiness to the back of her mind and act on it later. For now, they had an ancient monument to explore. They wouldn’t be in Rome again any time soon, so they should make the most of it.

You can get your hands on Smut in the City 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!

Off the Shelf is on General Release

Hurrah! After being exclusive on Amazon for three months, my erotic romance novella, Off the Shelf, is now on general release. That means it’s rolling out to all other eBook retailers as we speak.

Here’s a reminder of what the book’s about:

At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?

It’s had some really great reviews which have made me dance around the room. Check them out on the book page, as well as an excerpt and the buy links.

I hope you enjoy Damien. I know I did Grab your bargain copy here.

Filthy Friday: Lucy Felthouse

Er, yes, that would be me! So, give a big welcome to me as I blog on my own website about Smut by the Sea, for the Filthy Friday series! *applauds crazy self*

The name of my story in the Smut by the Sea anthology is Dodging. Funny true fact here: when my buddy and fellow editor, Victoria Blisse, first received my story, she thought it said dogging! Oh, how we laughed!

But no, this story has nothing to do with having sex in car parks, flashing lights, etc. Instead, it has to do with a super cute fairground worker and the girl that sets out to seduce him. It’s set in my favourite seaside town–and the one I know best–Hunstanton, which is in Norfolk, East England. It’s a really nice Victorian town with a mix of beautiful buildings and gardens, spectacular beaches and cliffs, and the usual seaside stuff of amusement arcades, fish and chip shops, crazy golf and funfairs. My story, as I’m sure you’ve already guessed, has to do with the fairground, and also the cliffs.

When Victoria came up with the idea of the anthology and asked me to co-edit and contribute, I immediately fell to thinking about the seaside for inspiration. I could have used a foreign beach for a location, but I wanted to write something very British which captured the light-hearted meaning of ‘smut’ and also was very sea-related, if that makes sense. So, I thought about the seaside town in the UK that I know best, and lo and behold, an idea came to me. Sadly, the hot male character is completely fabricated–I’ve never seen a hot guy working at the fair there–and so is the entire situation. But the location is very real, and I’m sure people (not me!) have really had sex on that beach. So it won’t take much imagination to picture the happenings in my naughty story.

Here’s a snippet to whet your appetite:

The thrum of anticipation had been rushing through my body ever since we’d set off that morning. By the time we passed the sign welcoming us to Hunstanton and made our way into the long stay car park, I was almost delirious with excitement. The worst part was, I had to hide it from my friends. As far as Sophia and Chloe were concerned, we’d just come for a nice, fun, girly day out at the seaside. They had no idea about my ulterior motive. And I didn’t intend to tell them. Until afterwards, maybe. I didn’t want to risk them ruining my master plan, or trying to talk me out of it.

So far, it seemed like everything was on our side. The traffic had been light, we’d got a parking space with no trouble, and the sun was shining. It was a perfect day, and I had every intention of putting a cherry on top of all that perfection. A very sexy cherry.

Sophia parked the car, then hopped out to go and get a parking ticket. Chloe and I got out too, stretching our limbs after being cooped up in the car for a couple of hours.

“So,” I said, tilting my head back to catch the rays of the sun on my face, “what’s the plan then?”

“I dunno,” Chloe replied. “I’ve never been here before, you have. What do you suggest?”

“Well, there’s the beach, obviously. There are amusement arcades, mini-golf, the Sealife Centre, a few shops, the old village…”

I deliberately didn’t mention the funfair. That was my destination, and I wanted to go alone.

Sophia rejoined us and put the ticket in the windscreen of the car. “Got everything, girls?”

Chloe and I nodded, and she checked for valuables before locking the doors. “So, do we know what we’re doing yet? I guess we’ll be led by you, Abigail, since you’ve been here before. Did you say you’d visited with your parents, or something?”

I moved away from the car and started to walk down towards the seafront, though purposely leading the girls in the opposite direction to the funfair. They followed without question.

I nodded. “Yeah. We used to come here all the time for family holidays when I was younger, but now we mostly come on day trips. We last came a month or so ago. I was just telling Chloe what there is to do. There’s the beach, amusement arcades, mini-golf, the Sealife Centre, a few shops, the old village…”

“Ooh,” Sophia said, doing a little jump, “I love mini-golf! Do you fancy a game of that before it gets too hot, then we’ll go from there?”

Chloe nodded her agreement, and I said, “I’ll take you there, ladies, but I can’t play.”

“Why the hell not?” Sophia asked. “It doesn’t matter if you’re crap. I’m crap at it too, it’s just a laugh.”

“No, it’s got nothing to do with being crap, Soph. I have a bad back and swinging a club around and doing all that bending is just going to make it worse.”

It was a blatant lie of course. There wasn’t a thing wrong with my back, and I was actually a little gutted not to be having a go on the best mini-golf course I’d ever played on, but missing out was a necessary evil if I was to go through with my devious plan. If it came off, then the result would be a great deal more fun than a round of mini-golf, anyway.

Grab your copy to read more about the Blond God, Finlay, and how he makes Abigail’s knees tremble on the beach!

Find out more about me, er, here!

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.

Buy your copy here!

Two New Releases – Smut in the City and I Kissed a Girl

It’s an exciting day for me – as two new releases have hit the shelves! Smut in the City, the erotic anthology I co-edited with Victoria Blisse is now available in eBook format (coming soon as a paperback)!

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.

The line-up for this anthology is seriously impressive, and I had great fun working on this project with Victoria. Also, if you’re in the London area, or can get there, you should come to the launch next month. We’d love to have you there!

Grab your copy of Smut in the City here.

My second release today is I Kissed a Girl, from Black Lace, which is a super hot lesbian anthology, which contains two of my stories.

Everyone’s heard the Katy Perry song but have you ever been tempted…?

An anthology of hot erotic short stories featuring women drawn to experiment with their own sex.

This diverse collection travels the globe proving that women from every walk of life and culture are curious and eager to explore their full sexuality…with each other.

Contributors include: C. Margery Kempe, Louisa Bacio, Inara Lavey, Samantha Jones, K. Ann Karlsson, Kilt Kilpatrick, Nola Erus, Farrah J. Phoenix, Jen Bluekissed, L.A. Mistral, Lucy Felthouse, Regina Perry.

Grab your copy of I Kissed a Girl here.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to dance around the room like a crazy person! ***

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Totty Tuesday: Jeremy Renner

Ugh, I hate not being able to grab any photos I like and put them on my site any more *cries*. But I’m playing it safe so I grabbed this photo from Flickr with the Creative Commons Licence thingy. It’s pretty cool, actually. It’s Jeremy Renner, in a suit, on a motorbike. Three of my favourite things!

So, yeah. Lots of my Totty Tuesdays got wiped, including one of my latest crush, the lovely Mr. Renner, so I’m using that as an excuse to post him again Plus he’s the Muse for one of the lead male characters in the novel I’m writing, so it’s “research” if I’m looking at photos of him… honest.

Anyhoo, enjoy!

Sunday Snog – We Love Lucy

Here’s a saucy snippet from Double Vision, which is a military erotic romance story from the We Love Lucy anthology, which contains ten of my short erotic tales.

Clomping up the stairs in his heavy boots, Paul thought, as he often did, how lucky he was to have Becky. Many of the guys he worked with complained that their sex life had dwindled the longer they’d been with their partner. Of course, Paul and Becky weren’t quite the rampant teenagers they’d been when they got together, but they still had sex several times a week. And it was rarely a single-position repetition of the last time they’d done it.



Paul knew that Becky loved him in uniform – she often accosted him on his return from work and dragged him straight to bed. Being a man, he certainly wasn’t complaining, After all, it was really no different from him getting off on her wearing sexy outfits – much like the one she had on now.



Becky let go of Paul’s hand and sauntered to the bed. She turned and sat, looking at him. As her gaze raked him from top to bottom, he felt his cock beginning to stir beneath his combats.



Becky took in the delicious sight of her husband and felt her pussy pulse in response. Everything, from the regulation boots to the beret on his head, screamed “fuck me!” And that’s exactly what Becky intended to do.



“Come here, gorgeous,” she said, in what she hoped was a seductive tone, “let me look at you.”



Paul moved towards the bed, his cock rapidly hardening in anticipation. Becky reached out and grabbed his belt, yanking him towards her. Immediately, her hands grasped his t-shirt and untucked it from his trousers, sliding it high up his torso. Her lips met naked skin. She kissed his smooth, muscular stomach, then licked him, her tongue riding the ridges of his six pack.



Playfully, she poked her tongue into his belly-button. She could feel the heat emanating from his groin and couldn’t wait to get her hands on his cock, but she knew it was worth waiting for. She slid her hands up to his nipples and tweaked them, grinning into his stomach as she felt him flinch. She released his nipples and moved her hands back down his body, purposely dragging her nails, not-so-gently, across his skin as she did so.



Without hesitation, Becky undid Paul’s belt and combats, almost drooling in anticipation of what was beneath. And Paul had a surprise of his own – nothing. He’d gone commando today, so that all Becky had to do was reach down and manoeuvre his prick out of his trousers and into her waiting mouth.



Paul groaned at the sensation of his wife’s hot wet tongue on his bell-end. She licked the shiny, purple head like it was an ice cream, lightly flicking into the tiny hole at the end and lapping up his pre-cum. Paul reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair for leverage. Smiling inwardly at her husband’s impatience, Becky reached round to his buttocks, grasped them tightly and pulled him towards her, causing his cock to slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Soon, she could take no more and it took all of Paul’s concentration not to come as he felt her gag reflexes tighten around his shaft.



“Babe,” Paul said, his voice husky with lust, “you’re going to have to stop that or I’ll come. It feels bloody amazing.”



Sliding his dick slowly out from between her lips, Becky replied, “Well, that’s kind of the plan.”

You can get your hands on We Love Lucy 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!

25% off Ravenous Romance Titles at All Romance eBooks!

[image error]Wow! The last two weeks had Resplendence Publishing titles with 25% off, and the next two weeks has Ravenous Romance books with the same deal! So now you can buy two of my short stories, which were already bargains, for even less!

Brick Dust & Bedsprings is a super hot threesome story about a woman who has builders in doing her drive. They’re two incredibly sexy men, and it seems they think the same about her. Let’s just say one thing leads to another, and leave it at that. You’ll have to read the story to see what happens. Here’s the link.

Naughty Delivery is a BDSM short story. It’s about a couple who order some sex toys over the internet. When they arrive, they’re astonished to find that instead of the items they ordered, they’ve received something considerably more kinky. But they append the rule of waste not, want not, and end up having a spanking good time! Here’s the link.

You can grab Brick Dust & Bedsprings and Naughty Delivery from All Romance eBooks until the 15th September with 25% off!

Filthy Friday: Slave Nano

This is the third blog post in a series I’m hosting to give readers an insight into the stories in erotic anthology, Smut by the Sea.

Say a big hello to Slave Nano!

Random musings on ice cream!

First up, can I thank Lucy for inviting me onto her web site to contribute to her series of ‘Filthy Friday’ blogs offered by authors of the ‘Smut by the Sea’ anthology.

My contribution to ‘Smut by the Sea’ is a story called ‘One Scoop or Two?’ and, yes, you’ve guessed, it features a lot of ice cream…and an equal portion of oral sex too!

‘Danatoni’s’, the ice cream parlour in my story is based on my childhood memories of another ice cream parlour, ‘Morelli’s’ in Broadstairs, a seaside town in the south east of the UK, also famous for its association with a rather more illustrious writer, Charles Dickens.  I love ice cream.  When I read through my story and came to the description of the character Darren, ”stood, goggle-eyed and drooling, gazing at the ice cream looking like a pervert let loose in the red light district of Amsterdam” I suddenly realised, oh my god, that’s me, I do that!  Darren returns with his girlfriend, Keeley, to the ice cream parlour he remembers from his childhood and that’s where the fun really starts.

These days you can get a cornucopia of varieties of ice cream and exotic flavours.  But back when I was growing up in the early 1960s there was no such choice.  There was the ice cream van selling ‘Mr Whippy’ (tee-hee, a name that has amusing connotations for a writer of BDSM erotica!), which came down the road I lived with its ‘Greensleeves’ jingle.  Now, what is it about ‘Greensleeves’ and ice cream vans?  What marketing man dreamed up the idea that, oh let’s play a Tudor ballad, that’ll get the kids flocking in?  The funny thing is it worked, as the sound of the jingle was a call to all the children on the street to rush out and buy a cornet or a strawberry Mivvi.  Aah, Mivvi’s – now there’s the classic ice lolly for you!

But the height of exotic ice cream experience then (this was before the days of those US interlopers Baskin-Robins with their new-fangled blueberry cheesecake ice cream) was a block of Wall’s Neapolitan.  I mean, it had three flavours, all in one block, how good was that?!  I remember that before it settled down into its classic combo of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate an early version had green ice cream, how amazing?  I suppose this was meant to be pistachio though I doubt if it had ever seen a real pistachio nut but it was green, so, hey, that’s ok.. Because of that, and to this very day, my favourite flavour is still pistachio. When I was last in Italy faced with an ice cream parlour in Sam Gimignano (the Tuscan hill-top town with all the towers) with an amazing range of flavours and boasting both that it made the best ice cream in Italy (an awesome claim) and also that Tony Blair frequented it on his many holidays in Tuscany (hmm, not so great a claim) I chose pistachio for that classic Italian gelato experience.

Sorry, I’m digressing.  Now, of course this was why Morelli’s was such an inspiring place for a kid.  Genuine Italian ice cream parlours were a pretty rare occurrence when I was growing up and this one was amazing with a choice of flavours that was mind boggling to a child brought up on Arctic Roll (hands up who remembers that!).  And of course, just like Danatoni’s in my story, Morelli’s made damned fine ice cream! This was clearly one of my formative childhood experiences, which is why I simply had to pay homage to it in my story.  So folks, will it be one scoop or two?

One Scoop or Two?

Keeley’s boyfriend, Darren, had promised to take her on a weekend away.  Anticipating a romantic city break she is disappointed to discover what he has in mind is a trip to a traditional seaside town from his childhood.  But things take a distinctive turn for the better when the couple accidently get themselves locked into an ice cream parlour.  Ice cream sundaes will never be the same again for Keeley!

Story extract

“You’ve been a good boy,” she smiled, “so I think I’m going to treat you to an ice cream.”  She picked a metal scoop up and cast her eyes across the coloured mounds of ice cream, “Hmm, what flavour? I know just the thing, the classic Italian ice cream, pistachio.”

She plunged the scoop into the pastel green mound of ice cream covered with chopped nuts.  She held the scoop over his crotch and looked him in the eye with a wicked gaze and then released the scoop of ice cream onto his cock.  He gasped and wriggled in the chair, gripping tightly onto the arms just as she had done.

“Hmm, I think we’ll have some whipped cream on that,” she said as she squirted oodles of cream from an aerosol can, “and some chocolate sauce,” as she squeezed a stream of syrupy brown sauce onto the ice cream, “oh, and some hundreds and thousands to decorate,” as she took a handful of the multi-coloured sugar strands and sprinkled them over the ice cream and chocolate sauce.

Darren sat there in ecstasy as he looked down on his erect cock smothered in the combination of ice cream, cream, chocolate sauce and sugar strands….

Slave Nano

Find out more about Slave Nano and his writing at www.slavenano.co.uk

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.

Buy your copy here!

 

A Week to Go…

It’s just one week until I’m published by Black Lace! Yes, that’s right, the publisher I always aimed for but then sadly closed their doors before I got chance is back. And they have some fabulous titles coming out – re-releases of their classic titles, new titles and titles they’ve licensed from other publishers. Which is why I can now say I’m published by Black Lace. They’re publishing some titles from Ravenous Romance, including I Kissed a Girl, which is a combination of I Kissed a Girl and I Kissed a Girl II, which both have my stories. Therefore the BL version has two of my dirty tales! Woohoo!

So, yes, it’s just a week until this luscious lesbian book hits the UK shelves. It’s available for pre-order, and it looks like people are grabbing their copies already, if the Amazon charts are anything to go by.

My stories (as are all the others in the book), Show Me Yours and Nimble Fingers are about virgin lesbians. One is about two girls who have a disagreement but make up over a dildo, and the second is about a woman who goes to a bar and finds herself attracted to the guitarist in the band, much to her astonishment.

So, what are you waiting for? If you’re in the UK, head to Amazon and pre-order your paperback or Kindle copy now – and look out for it in the shops!

Want Some Smut and Magic?

Of course you do! And I’m happy to say that myself and my good buddies Victoria Blisse and K D Grace are going to give it to you. The smut and magic, that is.

We’re having a joint book launch at the wonderful Sh! Women’s Store in Hoxton, on the 27th October. The title of the event is a reference to the books we’re launching (and the fact it’s almost Halloween!).

Myself and Victoria are launching the anthology we edited together, Smut in the City – hence “smut.” And K D Grace is launching her new paranormal erotic novel, Lakeland Heatwave: Riding the Ether – which is the “magic” part.

It’s going to start at 6.30, tickets are FREE and there will be readings of smut, champagne, cupcakes, biscuits, etc available to delight your taste buds. And the three of us (along with the super Sh! Girlz) are putting our heads together to come up with some awesome prizes to give away as a thank you for attending the event.

So, if you want to attend, just let the Sh! Girlz know by dropping them a line at shop@sh-womenstore.com, so they know how many people are coming. Don’t forget to tell all your friends – it’s going to be a fabulous night, and we’d love to see you there!