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Masturbation Monday

It's here again, Masturbation Monday, and this week I'm offering up a snippet from X-RATED, which is the story of a husband and wife getting their mojo back and discovering their kinks. It all starts when Polly is found in a compromising position with a laptop and a vibrator when Lucan comes home from work early...enjoy...


“I’m…I’m not cheating.” She gripped the laptop harder. Maybe it would have been better if she was cheating. The thought of him seeing the porn movie she’d been watching was horrendous. He’d think her perverted and twisted.“Don’t lie to me.”“I’m not. I’ve never cheated on you. I never would.” The pillow fell away completely.His attention drifted over her naked body.It was like a heated caress. When had he last seen her without clothes? She couldn’t remember.God, what had happened to them?“So you’ll show me then. If there’s no one there. No one on the other side of the camera?”“Camera? You really think I’d be filming myself do that?” She was shocked at the thought. The porn stars did it sure…but her? Little Polly Hartgrove from Amersham, office mouse, wouldn’t say boo to a goose. “Of course there’s no one there.”He gave an extra hard tug and she was forced to let go.He huffed, a small triumphant sound, and marched to the opposite side of the room. His shirt had come partly untucked and hung in a ruck over his neat navy suit trousers.Polly raced after him, the air cool on her skin. But she didn’t reach him fast enough and he’d flipped it open.A wave of relief went through her as she looked over his shoulder. The password box sat safely in the center of the screen.He stooped, fingers spread over the keyboard and typed.A tinny ping reported he’d got it wrong.He tried it again.Polly’s heart was racing, her breaths shallow. She wanted to grab her robe but was too caught up in the moment. She prayed he wouldn’t guess her password was Tilly.But of course he did.The screen filled with the last shot Polly had seen. The actress’ butthole filled with thick cock. Her fingers were in her pussy and the man gripped her hips. The sounds that suddenly rang around the room were horrific. Wails and cries, panting and gasping. Crude words and the wet, slapping noise of flesh on flesh.Lucan straightened, his gaze glued on the screen.Polly clasped her hand over her mouth to hold in a cry of mortification.“You were…watching this?” he said, not looking at her.She didn’t think he needed an answer.“While you were…with that.” He flicked his hand to the bed, in the direction of the vibrator.She remained silent.After what felt like the longest thirty seconds of her life, Lucan flipped the laptop closed, ending the onscreen action.The silence was deafening.Polly wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She’d happily fall into a black hole and never be seen again. She’d never been so disgraced, so ashamed of her behavior.Lucan turned to her.She wrapped her arms around herself, covering her breasts. She crossed her legs as though it might hide her pussy, which was still damp from her climax.“But why?” he asked quietly.She shrugged and looked at the floor. Did it matter why? She’d done it. He’d seen. What else was there to say?“Polly?” He rested his hands on her shoulders.They were big and cool and a heavy weight. She stared at her toes, painted pale pink; the gray carpet seemed extra dark around them.“Polly,” he said again. “Talk to me. I want to understand this.”“No, no you wouldn’t understand. You couldn’t.” She tried to hold in a sob and failed. He wouldn’t want her now. The sweet young woman he’d married liked to watch porn and play with vibrators. And not any old porn—hardcore, butt-fucking porn.“Try me,” he said, his voice gentler.She shook her head.He crooked his finger and hooked it beneath her chin, urged her to look up at him.She did. His eyes were the same as they’d always been. Dark with thick black lashes and full of concern for anything that might upset her.She tried to look away but he kept her chin held firm. “Look at me, Polly.”Swallowing, she did as he’d instructed. It was hard, though. He looked the same as he always did, but she knew she didn’t. He was seeing a new her—a dirty, debauched version of his wife, naked and humiliated.How could he ever love her now?“What is it?” he asked. “What made you want to do this…watch this?”“I…I don’t know.”“Of course you do.” He tipped his head, continued to study her. “Tell me.”“No. You’ll be angry.”“Angry?” He seemed surprised.She bit her lip. How could she tell him that her muffled groans and moans on a Friday night had been fake? That she couldn’t remember when she’d last come with him inside her?“I promise I won’t be angry,” he said, stroking her hair. “Really, I promise.”“You will be.”“But…” He frowned. “This is all about me, isn’t it?”“No, no, of course not, it’s me…”He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. “I’ve been neglectful. Once a week…it’s not enough, is it?”“It is, it’s okay. Honestly, it’s not you.”He shook his head. “I know I’ve been distracted at work, this last year or so, since I got the promotion. I’m sorry, Polly. I didn’t realize that I’d been so…”“You haven’t been anything. It’s fine.” She closed her eyes. The words were hard to say. Because it wasn’t fine. Not by a long shot.“Clearly I’ve been missing something. Not giving you something you need.”His lips brushed hers.She pulled in a quick breath. He’d kissed her, just lightly, but still, that bode well for him not drawing up divorce papers.“No, Lucan. You give me everything I need. A wonderful home, nice holidays, gifts on birthdays and Christmas.” She looked up at him.“That’s my duty as your husband. And so is…”“What?”He looked down at her body then took hold of her wrists, peeling her arms from around herself. “So is keeping you satisfied in the bedroom. You shouldn’t have to do that yourself. It’s my job.”“Lucan, I love you. I love what we have. And you do your job perfectly.”“I don’t think that’s quite the truth now, is it?” He huffed then a muscle flexed in his jaw. “God, you’re beautiful.”A shiver spread over her. Her nipples peaked and her skin goosebumped.“You don’t like the way I fuck you?” he said in almost a whisper.God, the way he said fuck. She rarely heard him use that word and never in relation to her. He said make love if ever there’d been mention of it.“Don’t answer me,” he said. “I know that’s the case.” He shook his head. “And I should have opened my eyes and realized that long ago.”“Lucan.” She stepped a little closer to him, still feeling odd to be naked and him fully dressed. “We should just forget this. Carry on as normal.”“Are you crazy? Everything has changed.”“Don’t say that, please. We can go back to how we were.”“And have you so frustrated that you have to finish work early and masturbate before I come home so you have fun on a Friday night?”“It’s not like that.”“Don’t deny it, Polly. I can see what’s been going on.”She hesitated for a moment, then, “And what’s that? What can you see?”“We’ve been stuck in a rut. I’ve been stuck in a rut.” He released her and reached for his belt buckle. “And now it’s time to get the hell out of that rut.”Her belly clenched as she watched his big fingers work fast. There was urgency to his movements.What the hell was he going to do?She glanced lower, there was a long, thick bulge behind his suit pants. He had an erection.“Lucan,” she gasped. “What…?”“You want fucking like that woman on there.” He jerked his head at the laptop. “I can do that for you. You don’t need to watch porn to get what you need, baby. Not when I’m here and I’m hot for you.”“But…” Oh God, was he going to ass fuck her? Is that what she’d brought on herself? She’d never seen him like this. Heard him speak to her like this.It was new, exciting, but also terrifying.He shoved at his pants, his red boxers going down with them. His crisp shirt hung over his patch of dark pubic hair and his cock stuck rudely from the slit of his shirt.Damn, when had she last seen his penis? She’d forgotten how well hung he was.“Turn around,” he said throatily as he took hold of her shoulders and spun her to face her dressing table.She stumbled a little but he kept her upright.He then tipped her over so her palms were flat on the table, and kicked her feet wide with his.“Lucan, not my…oh…” She wasn’t ready for him to fuck her ass, and not like this…not…“You’ll get what I give you.”She stared at his reflection in the mirror as he gripped her hips, the way the man on the porn movie had gripped his co-star.Oh God.
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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week an excerpt from X-Rated, a super sexy, super kinky novella about a  married couple finding their mojo!

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When Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a naughty video, she doesn't think her husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married. Little does she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding Lucan's beast and making him sit up and take notice.
Finally.
But what about Lucan's needs? He's been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can't even remember his fantasies.
During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they'll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of kinks are.


He flicked on the TV then attached a cable from the back to her laptop.She sat, sipped her drink again, and watched as he used the remote control to scroll through the settings.Finally, the screen went from blank to full picture. Polly’s stomach did a flip of excitement. It was her selection of porn movies. Now, if they wanted to, they could watch them on full screen in the comfort of their living room.He threw her a smile. “What do you think?”“It’ll be good in high definition, I suppose.”He chuckled and set about unwinding the cable so the laptop reached the table.When task completed he sat next to her on the edge of the sofa. “So what shall we watch?”“I don’t know.” She finished her drink. Maybe she’d need another one before they watched their first porno together.He must have sensed that because he topped up their glasses.“How about the one you were watching yesterday?” he asked.“If you want to.”“No, Polly.” He cupped her cheek and studied her face. “I want to know what you want to watch.”She swallowed. “Okay, yes, the one from yesterday.” It seemed as good a place as any to start. But damn…it was so graphic and in the middle of the day, could they…yes, of course they could.“It’s this one, isn’t it?” Lucan asked, hovering the mouse over Butt Babes.She nodded.He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Relax, this is all good and besides, you’ve got me curious.”“I have.” What did he mean by that?“Let’s just say I’ve been on a bit of a porn drought for the last ten years or so, ever since I met you. I’m keen to see if anything has changed in the way they’re made.”“I doubt it,” she giggled.“We’ll see.” He hit play and the scene started from the beginning with the characters getting to know each other.Lucan stood and turned off the piano music.Polly watched him. He was tall and lean and always moved with grace, but today, now, there was an extra confidence to his swagger, as though he’d had an injection of self-assurance.Sitting back down next to her, he took her glass and set it on the table. “Was it the first time you’d watched this one yesterday?”She nodded. “And have you watched all of the others on your laptop?”“Most of them.”“While you were…”“Using the vibrator.” She shook her head. “No, that’s quite new.”“I’m sorry you had to get one.” He sat back, pulling her with him.“No, don’t be, it’s not like that.”He kissed the side of her head. “It’s okay. Perhaps we’ll use it together.”She turned within the curve of his arm. “What do you mean?”He shrugged. “I don’t know really. Perhaps I could use it on you, it might be nice not to be distracted as you orgasm. I can concentrate on watching you come, all of those little blissful noises you make, and your expressions.”Her heart fluttered. Heat spread over her chest. “Lucan.”He chuckled. “Oh dear, you do realize you’ve woken a monster.”

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week we're all about sexy warriors and what is sexier than a warrior on ice? I'll tell you what...a FREE warrir on ice.


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“Please, climb aboard, we’re almost set for takeoff.” He gestured up the steps then took my suitcase from Clifford. I touched the single metal rail to aid my trip up the steps. I wasn’t as used to high heels as Giselle, but I only made contact with the rail for a second—it was piping hot and seared my palm. Frowning, I rubbed my hands together as I stepped into the fuselage. I glanced left and saw the pilot studying his instruments, then turned right to search out a seat. There were only six seats and the front five were empty. In the sixth seat at the back sat an enormous hulk of a guy dressed entirely in black. He had tousled russet brown hair that touched the base of his collar, and a square jawline dense with stubble, heaviest over his top lip. His wide mouth was pressed into a thin line, his glossy Ray-Bans directed out the small oval window and his huge arms folded tight over his chest. Logan Taylor made no move to acknowledge my arrival aboard the plane, not a hello, not a curious glance, not even a twitch of his head. I didn’t let my gaze linger. If he wasn’t the chatty, sociable sort that suited me all the better. Taking the front seat, the one nearest the door, I buckled my belt and pulled a book from my handbag. The copilot dragged up the steps, shut the door with a series of levers and gave me a wink. “All set?” “Yes,” I said with a smile.  “We’ll be in the air for just over an hour, it’s not far down to Mr. Gunner’s island retreat. Help yourself to refreshments once we’re up.” He nodded at a small glass-fronted fridge apparently stocked entirely with individual bottles of champagne. “Thank you.” “My pleasure.” He ducked into the tiny cockpit and closed the door. 

NEW RELEASE - A Mate for The Sheriff Shifters Match.com book #4 by April Zyon

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Jessica Morris has a secret that could get her killed. Hiding in plain sight, pretending to be normal, is all she’s ever known. And even though she’s been lucky so far, she knows that she can’t hide in Shifter Falls forever. Getting involved with the town sheriff is the last thing she needs, but lately it’s all she can think about. 
Novak Porter has watched Jessica since the first day she came into town. He suspects that, like everyone else in Shifter Falls, she’s got a skeleton or two in her closet. She’s nervous around him, and for years he’s forced himself to give her time. But when a chance encounter throws them together for more than five minutes, Novak decides he’s tired of waiting. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her around. Convincing her to work for him is easy, but getting her to believe in happily ever after might be a little more difficult. 


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Jessica turned to the voice in the darkness. The sexiest voice on the face of the planet. “Sheriff,” she said, her pulse increasing when she turned to look at him. 
He looked as if he had been built of stone, and again she wondered just exactly what sort of shifter he was. No one seemed to know, or be willing to share, which was very strange in a town like Shifter Falls. Then again, she didn’t let anyone know what she was, either, so it could just be a privacy thing. 
“I’m not sure what’s going on, but suddenly all the electronics inside the car went completely dead. The lights, dash, everything. I’m afraid it’s the alternator, since it has a brand-new battery.” She might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t completely stupid. “And I think that Jagger’s cub swiped my cell phone, again, so do you think you could maybe call a tow for me?” She shook her head. “That little guy gets me every single time. I swear he’s taken more cell phones off of me than I can count. Phi is never able to find them, so there’s no telling what he does with them.” She was snickering as she said that. She didn’t know why she was talking so much, but she was. 
The sheriff was watching her intently and didn’t seem all that bothered by her random rambling. He merely pulled out his cell and put in a call for a truck. “Mick will come get your car. He said to leave the keys on the passenger front tire since he might be a while. They had to pull a couple cars from a slough after some young twits decided that drag racing with their parents’ cars was a good plan. Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.” 
She whistled. “Oh boy. I bet there are going to be some kids in serious trouble about right now. Thanks for the offer of the ride.” She grabbed her purse, locked the car, and put the keys on the front passenger tire as she had been instructed. “You’ll probably be going out of your way a bit. I live at twenty-nine Forest Acre Road.” It was a dirt road surrounded by forest and she loved it. Nature called to her, and at least there she didn’t have to worry about nulling any abilities as she typically did when she was near other witches. 
“No worries at all. It keeps me out of the station until the parents have finally wound down to a dull roar and the kids have had a few minutes for everything to sink in. Anyhow, I think that an hour’s worth of stewing before I arrive to come up with some interesting charges might help the situation. By then I’ll know if the lawyers have actually been called in or not and can figure out how to play this to keep the kids from doing something worse down the line.” The sheriff held her door for her, then shut it when she settled into her seat. A minute later he was setting out reflective markers behind her car before sliding in behind the wheel to take her toward town and home. 
“You are a good man. Too bad you can’t keep a secretary to save your gorgeous ass.” She felt her face turn red from heat when she realized she’d blurted that out. “Crap, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m saying.” She cringed, but then shrugged. Since it was too late to take her candid observation back, she pressed on. “Well, from what I understand, you have gone through thirteen of them inside of three months. That’s outstanding right there.” 
He leveled a look on her she couldn’t read. She was only thankful he seemed to ignore her initial comment and it allowed her cheeks to cool. “I have a specific way I expect things to be done. And, I admit, my temper can get the best of me. Everything we do can be called into question inside a courtroom. If even one I isn’t dotted right, or a T was missed being crossed, that is potentially a dangerous offender being allowed out on the street due to clerical error. Unacceptable in my book so, yes, I have some impossibly high standards I expect to be carried out by every man and woman in the department.” 
“No, not impossibly high standards. They are perfectly reasonable. The way that everyone made it sound you were seriously a neat freak nut job, but what you’re saying doesn’t sound like that at all.” She understood the importance of perfect record keeping, of ensuring that everything was where it should be at all times. “When the council took me on as their secretary, I had to redo a hell of a lot of stuff because the person before me couldn’t seem to understand that paperwork is filed by number then letter. Idiots.” She smirked and looked over at him. “I guess I have high standards as well. Then again since I’m a witch without abilities, I have to be able to contribute somehow, right? Especially with my mother’s coven proclaiming me to be nothing but a human.” That’s what all of Shifter Falls thought of her, and she was happy to keep it that way. When she’d first started out on her own, she’d wondered if it wouldn’t have been smarter, and safer, to try to hide even the fact that she’d been born into a witch family. Ultimately she’d decided that it was better to stick as close to the truth as possible. So she never tried to hide the fact that she had been born to witch parents. It was unlikely that she would ever run into anyone from her old coven, but on the off chance that she did, she didn’t want to arouse suspicion by being caught in a lie. Besides, being known as a witch without powers—therefore, more or less, human—kept her just as safe as if she’d tried to pass herself off as a normal human.
“I’m glad you understand. Few do,” he muttered. “I think the council foisted their rejects my way for some form of payback. They all loved the idea when the mayor had me run for office and I won by a landslide, but the minute I arrested the first council member and wouldn’t take a bribe, they started to wonder. Told them the same thing I told the mayor when he hired me—I was going to run things my way, and if they found someone that could run against me and get elected that would be the only way they’d get me out of that seat. They haven’t had any luck yet.” 
Jess knew it was because the sheriff was respected by every citizen in the Falls as well as the other two cities that made up their exceptionally small county. While not everyone agreed with his methods and strict by-the-book ways, they liked how he’d cleaned up and kept the area protected from a drug problem several years back when he’d first taken the position. 
“You cleaned up the area. No one would run against you. You’re too good at your job, so it is what it is.” She shrugged. “You are strict and you can be an ass from what I’ve been told, but then again there are a lot of falsehoods that fly through Shifter Falls, aren’t there?” she asked with a smile. 
“True enough. The trick is determining what’s truth and what’s lie in everything that goes around town. It’s amazing what one can discover the moment they find that tiny thread and give it a tug. After all, there’s not a soul in this town that is exactly who they appear to be on the surface once you dig down a little further.” 




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Other Books in the Series 
Book 1 – A Christmas Home
Shifters-Match.com, 1 
Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day. 
She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she’d been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile. 
Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn’t know why. 
When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out? 
Book 2 – The Kodiak’s Mate
Shifters-Match.com, 2
An ancient evil has come back to Shifter Falls… 
Living in a town called Shifter Falls isn’t always easy. Alaska Ceridwen has lusted after Harley Ogden for years, even though she learned the hard way that you can’t trust bears. But when Alaska becomes the target of a dangerous stalker, Harley may be the only one who can save her. 
Harley thought that rescuing a terrified, bound woman on the street would be the most excitement he’d see all day. Then he found out she was his mate. Now he’s fighting to hold on to what’s his. He knows that keeping Alaska safe and teaching her to let go of her fears won’t be easy, but for Harley, nothing less than forever will do. 

Book 3 – The Jaguar’s Mate
Shifters-Match.com, 3 
Quinn Ash is as human as they come. She came to Shifter Falls to hide from the danger. Too bad trouble always has a way of finding her. 
Piran Raske works with wood. It makes his Jaguar happy, plus he makes a great living doing it. But he’s lonely and needs more to keep him and his cat satisfied. 
Quinn comes into Piran’s life with her shockingly dark secret, and he knows he must protect her. As much as he doesn’t want to, Piran asks his friends for help to keep his mate safe. But is it too late to save the love of his life? 
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Rough 'n' Tough - BRITISH BAD BOYS

I'm thrilled to announce you can still pre-order BRITISH BAD BOYS for just 99c/99p. This 7 book set is all about those sexy Brit boys with their hot accents and even hotter desires. My story Rough 'n' Tough is written and now with the editor getting polished ready for you. I'm super excited to share an excerpt here today and show you a few images I used for inspiration.

My bad boy hero is Harper, an Irish traveller, and he's captured the attention of rich girl, Carmel as she studies in her parents' lavish home in England.


She risked another look at the man she knew only as Harper. Her father had paid him a week’s wages to manage the overgrown shrubs in the garden. The weather was so hot here in Hereford, though, and she wondered if Harper was regretting taking on such a physical job. His young helper, Bart, certainly seemed to be moaning about it a lot, though he wasn’t a slacker. Neither of them were.As Bart ambled out of sight, alongside the house to the front drive, Harper wiped his forearm over his brow, flashing his dark underarm hair.He looked straight at Carmel.Quickly she looked away, and peered at the lecture notes set before her. God, if just his gaze upon her made her blood heat, her nipples tighten, what the hell would it be like if he actually stripped her naked and fucked her hard and fast?Not that she’d ever know.Girls like her didn’t get fucked by men like him.That wasn’t how it was.Daddy would have a fit.She read the lines she’d pondered over for an hour, their meaning slipping through her brain like dust on a breeze. She just couldn’t form them together, each sentence a tumbleweed drifting past her. Damn the guy who’d knocked on their door offering a good deal on garden maintenance just when her father had been saying how overgrown some of the hedges were. If only he’d driven past, or they’d been out, then maybe she’d be getting on with her work.“Can I bother ya for some water, Miss?”She looked up.Harper stood before her holding an empty bottle. He tipped it up, as if proving there was nothing left inside.“Yes, of course.”He’d stepped under the red canopy that stretched over the table she was working at and it had illuminated his body in a scarlet glow.He smiled, flashing neat teeth, and nodded at her notes. “Sorry, you’re busy.”“Not really.” She shrugged and stood.He passed her the bottle. As he did so she caught his scent. Raw male, fresh sweat and something she couldn’t identify. It was spicy. Ginger perhaps? Sandalwood? Whatever it was she enjoyed it settling in her nose and breathed a little deeper“Seems you are. Been sat for two days with your head in books.” A shard of sunlight, bouncing off the kitchen window caught on the gold hopped earring he wore, from it hung a small cross. She noticed, now she was closer to him, the tattoo on his neck was of three feathers, starting behind his ear they fell downward to his collar bone, the ink black as night.“I have exams coming up.”“Ah, you’re one of those.” He nodded knowingly. “What does that mean?” She hadn’t meant to inject so much indignation in her voice, but it had just come out. Perhaps it was because she was self conscious of their very obvious, and very different backgrounds.He grinned, a cocky but oh-so-sexy smile that tilted his lips and sent creases darting from the corners of his eyes. “I just mean, you’re a clever sort, not like me.”“I’m sure you are…clever that is.”“Nah. Didn’t bother with school.”“But you must have?”“Nope. Me ma and pa were always on the move. Where they went, I went. Showed up a few times to keep them from getting banged up, but no one could be assed to teach me stuff.”“So you can’t…” She paused, the words sticking on her tongue. Was he illiterate?“What?”“It doesn’t matter.” She held up the bottle. “Water or squash? I think we have lemon and barley, or perhaps some elderflower.”“Water’s grand.” He shrugged and let his gaze slip from her face to her chest.She wore a pink v-neck vest top and a necklace an ex had bought her. It was a small butterfly with diamonds on the wings—one of her many Tiffany & Co pieces. She didn’t like the guy who’d bought it for her anymore, not one bit, but she loved the necklace so still wore it.She twirled the pendent between her fingers, somewhat of a habit.“That’s nice,” he said, nodding at her hand.“Thanks.”“Pretty like you.”His words were unexpected and brought a rush of heat to her cheeks. “Oh, well…I…”He chuckled and rubbed his fingertips over the centre of his chest, flattening the damp patch of hair that sat at his sternum. To the right of the hair, across his right pectoral was another tattoo, this one of a skull, atop it a crow cawing and its wings half outstretched. “Sorry, I’m one of those blokes who says what I think. Guess me ma and pa didn’t teach me to hold my tongue either.”She swallowed, a prickle of sweat formed at her temples. “I’ll er…get you some water. 


Phew, nothing quite like a meeting of two opposites, throw in a good dose of kink, a wild storm, and a ride on a stallion and it makes for a fun and super sexy story.

Out Now—Unconventional by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #bdsm #spanking #romance

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Penny was caught out in the wrong place, at the wrong time. As a recently graduated law student, the brush with the law could put an end to her career before it’s even begun. But thanks to her lawyer daddy’s contacts, she’s been given a second chance. A chance to redeem herself and make her stupid behavior go away.
Which is how she ends up working in a soup kitchen, preparing and serving meals to those who are having a rough time of it. She’s not keen on the idea, and when she meets Maddox, the guy in charge, she’s even less keen. A tall, skinny, mad-haired, tattooed guy, 
Maddox is the sort of person Penny would normally cross the road to avoid. But once she gets to know him, she starts to see things differently. He’s had a checkered past himself, and has now put it behind him and enjoys a glittering, prosperous career as a top chef.Maddox may have unconventional looks, but Penny quickly grows to like him, and, much to her surprise, finds herself attracted to him. He’s a lot older than her, and their lives are at completely different stages, but in spite of this, there’s an undeniable connection between them.
When Maddox makes Penny an unconventional offer, will she have the courage to take him up on it? And if she does, where will it lead?


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From the very second I laid eyes on him, it was clear he was unconventional. If I’m being truthful, I thought he looked like a complete nutter—someone I’d probably cross the road to avoid. Even in the daytime. He was tall and skinny, with a shock of black hair—still apparent under his hairnet—and pale skin. Kind of like Edward Scissorhands. Only—mercifully—without the scissors for hands part. A vine-looking tattoo began at his left wrist, worked its way up his arm, then snaked beneath the sleeve of his T-shirt…to who knew where?Oddly, even though I mentally kicked myself for thinking it, I found myself wanting to find out. Did it stop at his upper arm, his shoulder? Did it continue over his back, his chest, twine its way around a pectoral, sneaking in toward the nipple? Or even farther south, perhaps?Even if you took Mr. Unusual out of the equation, there was nothing normal about the situation I found myself in. After all, what recent graduate of law school finds themselves volunteering in a soup kitchen? A recent graduate who lost her head—and heart—over a bad boy, that’s who.Most people seem to think that those who study law are smart. Super smart, actually. There’s a reason for that—folks who study law are smart. If they pass all the exams, that is. And I did—with distinction. Which makes me clever on paper, I suppose, but apparently lacking in common sense, or perhaps I just have severely poor judgment. Or both.However you want to look at it, I fucked up. Big time. I fell for the wrong guy, trusted him, and ended up caught up in something that got me arrested.It could have been the end of my law career. Before it had even started, and after all those years of education—not to mention a rather large chunk of my parents’ cash. Fortunately, they’ve got plenty of it, due to my daddy’s successful career. He works in law, too, which, luckily for me, means he’s got friends in high places.So it was less voluntary work, more community service. Otherwise known as do-this-or-you’ll-get-a-criminal-record-and-kiss-your-career-goodbye.Fixing my potential glittering career in my mind, I took a deep breath and crossed the industrial-looking kitchen, heading toward him. He looked utterly at home chopping carrots—he was like one of those chefs you see on the telly, his hand and the knife he gripped moving so fast they were almost a blur. I cringed at the thought of trying such a thing. Never mind the end of my career, it’d be the end of my fingers.Approaching cautiously—I didn’t want to startle him and cause a horrific accident—I waited until he’d finished his carrot before speaking. “Um, hi.”Turning quickly, still with his knife in his hand, he smiled. “Ah, hello. You must be Penny.”For a moment, I was so caught up in his eyes that I couldn’t reply. Fortunately, I managed to get a grip before I was the one who was a nutter. “Um, yes, that’s right. I’m here to help out.”As though suddenly realizing he still held the knife, he glanced at it in his hand, then quickly put it down on the counter. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to greet you with a blade! I’m so used to using the things that it’s like they’re an extension of my arm.”Hmm, so maybe he’s Edward Knifehands. I suppressed a shudder.Those stunning eyes—such an unnatural yet beautiful blue—twinkling, he held out his now empty hand. “I’m Maddox Black. Pleased to meet you. And very pleased to have you here.”We shook. As we did so, the heat that had sparked inside me when we’d made eye contact began to intensify.Christ, no, Penny. You just ditched one bad boy. The last thing you need to do is swap him for another one.



Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9



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