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Sunday Snog with Lily Harlem #rockstars #threesome #romance #ebook

Welcome to Sunday Snog, here's a few from my hot new menage a trois story, MENAGE A MUSIC, the 3rd book in my ROCK STARZ series (fine as a standalone read).

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Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.
But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?
Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.

Two weeks later, beneath the red and gold tinsel sprawling around the ceiling of the BBC’s green room, I sat with the band, Jenny and Nina, waiting for Manic Machines’ slot on The Claudia Tate Show. We’d all had a glass or two of rich mulled wine, even though I was officially working, and the atmosphere held just the right amount of the anticipation of prime time TV and the relaxed hum that Christmas Eve brought.I sat on a straight-backed couch next to Tim. He was bulkier than his brother—I guessed it was from all that hammering he did on the drums—and each time he lifted his drink to his mouth the round ball of his shoulder brushed my thin red sweater. His wide thigh, encased in black jeans, the predominant color the band wore, was pressed against my tight gray pencil skirt, and heat from his body was pouring into me, giving me a lovely tingling glow that had nothing to do with the festive wine.I glanced at Jenny, who was sporting an enormous Ceylon sapphire on her left ring finger. The plan was for Robbie to announce their engagement on the show in a few minutes. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled as he sat with his arm wrapped around her shoulders.Dean was perched on the arm of my chair. “What are you up to for Christmas, Sylvia?” he asked, topping up my glass.My gaze moved up from the image of a skull smoking a joint on his t-shirt to his green eyes. “Not much,” I said as the scent of cinnamon and berries, man and musk, swirled around me. “Chilling out with the remote and a box of chocolates I expect.”Dean pulled his mouth down. “Sounds dull.”“After running around after you lot for months it will be a merciful relief,” I said with a laugh.“I can think of better ways to get some relief,” Dean whispered with a twinkle in his eyes and a naughty tilt to the corner of his mouth. “Much better ways.”“Mmm, I just bet you can.” I giggled and took a sip of my replenished drink. Lately I’d gotten used to the banter with Dean and Tim. It seemed they were always trying to evoke a blush from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp.“We could help you out with stress relief if you want, Sylvia,” Tim leaned into my ear to whisper. “Make sure your Christmas is a whole lot more interesting than TV and chocolate.”I turned and almost bumped noses with him. “Well, I—”“Come on, come on,” a sudden shrill voice called from the doorway. “You’re on in two, for goodness’ sake.”I looked at the skinny floor director flapping his arms and shuffling his feet in the doorframe.“Where’s your relations manager?” he directed at Robbie with a frown.“Just there,” Robbie said, smiling and pointing at me.I peered over my glass of wine with its bobbing slice of orange. I was hemmed in. Tim nestled close and Dean leaned over me. I liked it. Their big, gorgeous bodies were attentive, close and warm. It made me feel small and protected, but I knew it didn’t look professional to be giggling and drinking wine with the band.“For goodness’ sake,” the floor manager snapped at me. “Get these guys out there.”“Don’t stress it. We’re coming,” Ian said as he stood and pressed a kiss to Nina’s cheek.“You better get a move on,” I said to Tim, who was still leaning into me and, from his relaxed posture, appeared to have no intention of going anywhere. “There’s twenty million people waiting for you.”“Yeah, well, I’m sure they’ll wait. I kinda like sitting here next to you. You’ve got a lazy look in your eyes after that wine. Like you just want to slip into bed all warm and cozy and...” He paused and swept his tongue over his bottom lip.“And...” I said, and instantly regretted it when I saw his grin spread so wide, rarely seen dimples appeared in his cheeks.“And naked.”“Don’t be silly,” I said, desire sparking in my stomach. Lust and sex had been missing from my life for too long, and more and more I was wondering if maybe Tim or Dean could fill the void.Dean took the glass of wine from my hand then cupped my elbow as I stood.“Get yourselves out there.” I tried to use my most stern voice and narrowed my eyes.“Yes Miss,” Dean said, and before I knew it his lips had brushed mine, the merest of touches. But it gave me a hint of the softness of his mouth and the delicious flavor of him that matched his woodsy male scent.I caught my breath as he threw a cheeky grin upward. Following his gaze, I saw he held a sprig of mistletoe above my head. “Got you,” he said with a wink. Then he turned and headed out the door after Robbie and Ian.“Don’t go anywhere,” Tim said, reaching out and tucking a strand of my new hairdo behind my ear. “We won’t be long.” He ducked his head and before I knew it he too was kissing me. But his kiss was longer, harder, and his tongue peeped into my mouth.My heart fluttered, my knees weakened. What was happening? But before I could respond, he, too was gone. I faltered on my heels and pulled in a shaky breath.“Hey, you okay, Sylvia?” Nina asked, her eyes wide. “Er, yeah.” I touched my tingling lips. “I think so.”“Looks like you’ve got two admirers,” Jenny said with a grin, helping herself to another glass of mulled wine. “And a decision to make.”I swallowed tightly and sat back down, grateful for the chair to support my weak muscles. There had been no mistaking what the kisses had meant. I didn’t need it spelled out. This had been brewing for weeks. My hot new look and the return of my confidence had changed Tim and Dean’s view of me. I was no longer the girl who organized their day-to-day schedule and the details of their lives. I was hot and they both liked me. Both wanted me.My only dilemma was, I liked both of them, wanted both of them. How would I ever choose? Jenny was right, it was a difficult decision, a decision I didn’t know if I could make.

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week we're talking about Sexy has it's way so I'm going to share a snippet from Menage a Music the last in my Rock Starz series (fine as a standalone read).

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Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.
But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?
Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.


Tim’s hot breath caressed my scalp. “Much as I’ve been fantasizing about this obscenely tight skirt you wear, it’s time for it to go. It’s well and truly served its purpose.” He tugged the zip just below the arch of my back and I wiggled my hips to let the skirt slither down my legs.I stood before them in just my black silk garter belt and my delicate, lace-topped stockings.Dean ran his hand over my bare hips, the thin straps of my garters and down my thighs. When he reached the stocking tops he looked down at me, taking in my pale skin and my thin strip of light brown pubic hair. “Phew,” he said with a slight shake of his head. “Best damn Christmas stockings we’ve ever had, don’t you agree, Tim?”“Hell, yeah.” Tim was smoothing over my butt. “This is exactly what I asked Santa for in this year’s stocking,” he murmured. “I must have been a very good boy.”“Not everyone’s definition of good is the same as yours,” I said, watching Dean unhook the small, round clips of the garter belt. “I think you’re both being really bad, actually.”Dean looked at me and his eyebrows twitched.“In the best possible way,” I said with a smile and cupped his scratchy jawline in my palm.He grinned back as my garter belt fell to the floor. Both men squatted, each rolling down a stocking into a fat ring at my ankles. I placed my hand on Dean’s shoulder, lifted my left leg while he pulled his stocking off my foot and tossed it aside. I did the same with my right leg and let Tim take off my final article of clothing.They loomed back over my nakedness, tall and wide and oozing desire. Tim’s breath was hard and fast on my neck and Dean’s high cheekbones had flushed. I noticed beads of sweat on his upper lip, settling in his stubble. The running shower was heating up the room as much as our lust was.“I’m way ahead of you,” I said softly, sliding out from between them. I stepped toward the shower. “Slowcoaches.”

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COMING SOON #erotic #D/s #romance AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND

Due to hit the shelves over the next few days, my sexy new spanking novel, AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND coming from Stormy Night Publications.
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One Night in Manchester. Guest Post by Victoria Blisse

Upping the tension with  Submission and Spanking
One Night in Manchester is a sexy, spank- filled story all about when two internet flirting friends meeting for the first time. I thought it would be really fun to throw in a bit of dominance and submission into the mix to escalate the sexual tension.
  Grant and Jessica have just one day and night together before Grant flies back to America, they decide to make the most of the time they have. It becomes very apparent that Grant had planned a kinky experience for them when he packed for his trip when he unpacks some special items from his luggage. I’m just glad Jessica was up for it or my novella would have been way less exciting!
Excerpt:
“Lovely room,” I state, trying hard to fill the expectant silence. I know what I’m here for but I don’t know how it’s going to pan out. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice. Comfy bed anyways. I’ve not spent much time in here, really.” He walks over to the wardrobe, opens the door and pulls out a holdall. “Now, stop trying to distract me. You know why you’re here.” “Yes, Sir.” I pull in a deep lungful of air in hopes of calming down. It doesn’t seem to help. “Before we go any further, we need to agree a few things, so this is fun for both of us. Firstly, that is what this is, Jess; fun. Real, sexy, spanky fun. If at any point you’re not happy with what’s going on you just let me know.” “Using my safe word?” I enquire. “Yeah, yeah. Can you remember what you chose?”“Jumper.” It’s etched into my brain. It’s a word I’ll never be able to see in the same way again. Kneeling beside his bag, he opens it up. “This is the moment I show you how seriously I’ve been thinking about this.”He pulls out something long, thick and black. It’s only when the very end is revealed that I realise it’s a riding crop. He lies it down on the end of the bed. “I was thinking about you, about doing this, when I packed.” Next he pulls out something shorter and flatter. It looks something like a ping pong bat, but thinner. It doesn’t take too much thought to work out what he’s going to use it for. “I’m just glad I wasn’t stopped at Customs.” The next item he pulls out clicks and clanks. I am fairly sure I know what it is before I see it and I find myself internally clenching when he waves the handcuffs at me, dangling them casually from his fingers. He knows I’ve fantasised about being restrained. We chatted about it once, late at night. I told him many things, many desires I’ve never told anyone else before. “So you…you’ve thought about, I mean, doing this stuff to me, with me?” “Oh, yes. I’ve thought about spanking you, restraining you, fucking you. I don’t talk about my fantasies with just anyone, you know. Haven’t you thought about it?” “Oh yeah, lots, but I didn’t think anything would happen today. I just thought we’d meet up and chat and stuff. But not this stuff. I didn’t think you’d want to do this stuff, not with me, and I just said way too many stuffs.” I giggle awkwardly.“Are you kidding me?” He removes a length of red rope from the bag and places it with the other things on the bed. Then pulls out a handful of condoms, adds them to the excitingly scary pile of fun items, and walks over to me. “How could I not want to touch you?” Grant cups my face and looks deep into my eyes. I gaze back at him, unable to release myself from the depth of his deep blue stare. “How could I not want to kiss you?” His lips hit mine and I’m consumed with lust again. All my doubts, all my fears, are stripped away. “I wouldn’t normally be so forward, but I figure we already know each other. We’ve done all that small talk shit, you know?” I nod, not sure I trust myself to talk. “I just hoped I’d read the signs right, and it looks like I have. I really want my dominant side to play with your submissive side some more right now. Is that okay?”“Oh yeah, more than okay.” “Ahem?” “Sir.” At least this time I know why that stern look is flitting across his face. I’m getting good at this. “That’s better. Now I’ve got out my implements, I need to see what I’m going to use them on. So Jessica, strip.”
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 Bio: Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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Megan’s weekend just took a dangerous, sexy turn… 
What's not to love about a girl’s weekend in Dublin? Megan Sanders loves being out on the town and out on the pull with her mates, but unfortunately, she’s attracted the attentions of a man with downright murderous intentions. 
Seth Martin knows vampire Samuel Bennington is evil, and only his pack of elite wolf shifters can protect Megan. That is, if they can convince her that she needs their help. 
Soon Megan finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of fear and lust. She's being hunted for her blood, yes, but she's also crazy about the guy who has sworn to protect her. But which man will win? Will her blood sate Bennington's hunger, or will Seth remind her why it's good to be alive, and give her pleasure beyond anything she's known before? 

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Out Now! A Variety of Chains - Erotic paranormal novel by Christine Blackthorn (@CBlackthorn @sinfulpress)

Sinful Press is proud to announce the release of A Variety of Chains, an erotic paranormal novel by Christine Blackthorn, and the first in the Bloodhavens series.  Blurb
Kathryn McClusky is an ErGer – a rare and highly prized individual in the supernatural world.She has spent her life running and hiding, but circumstances have changed and the only way to protect her family is to hand herself over to the Vampire Lord of London to face slavery or death.Lucian Neben runs his London court with a stern but fair hand, but political pressures are building from both the human and fey worlds, and taking possession of an ErGer would cement his position of power. Kathryn is vulnerable and broken almost beyond repair, but she holds in her hands the one treasure Lucian desperately wants – the possibility of home and family.Can he teach her to open herself up; to choose to life, and him, before reality forces him to take her freedom?



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Excerpt
Quickly he attached a second cuff on her other thigh and tightened the ankle restraints, leaving her laid out on the bed, restrained and open, her legs parted and bent, entirely helpless and accessible to his touch.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are like this – splayed for my desire, unable to resist the pleasure I can give you." It was his voice that kept the rising panic at bay. She felt the bed dip on her side and knew he had come to kneel beside her, but the first real touch was a soft kiss on her belly, a loving touch more than a seduction. Then his hands began to play over her in gentle caresses and soft massages, touching her everywhere without a pattern that would have forewarned her. One moment his hands were playing along her flank, over her hipbone, the next they circled her wrists above the restraints, reminding her of them, or massaged along her thigh. But he never touched her pussy or let even the gentlest movement play over her breasts. This absence made her skin there hungry and sensitive to him, more so than he could have done with hands or lips. She started to burn, inside out, every cell of her body reorienting itself to him, her mind consumed entirely by the expectation of his touch. Her ears followed his movements, her nose noticing his scent over that of the fire and her own arousal. When his lips engulfed her nipple in wet, hot sensation, a strange sound was torn from her, a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry. His encouragement became a caress of its own on her sensitised skin.
"Sing for me, Kathryn. Let me hear your pleasure.”
He took his time with her breasts, sucking, licking, never pushing her endurance but centring all her attention on his mouth over her nipples and his hands roving over her body. Only when she felt both her breasts swollen and heavy, her nipples taut and engorged, did he let up. Her breath was panting and as he sat up, removing his hands from her, she whimpered from abandonment, not pleasure. Every aspect of her demanded his touch, his scent, his voice – him.
His dark laughter rose to engulf her.
"Shh, now. We have only just started. I am here, always at your side. Remember that to get relief you only have to tell me something intimate, something I cannot guess or reason out for myself. A secret of your heart." As he spoke she heard the sound of a bottle opening, and the smell of peppermint permeated the room. She felt the touch of a cool cloth over nipples, leaving behind a slight wetness, nothing else. She was distracted from the new sensation by the hand gently stroking along her thigh to her vagina, a teasing touch cumulating in a finger stroking along her labia, collecting the moisture at her entrance and spreading it along the length to circle once over her clitoris. Then she felt a second cloth stroking along each side of her engorged clitoris, not touching directly but applying something to the skin around it. And suddenly there was a burn – a warming of her skin first but then heat in ever increasing intensity.

Author Bio
In "real" life, I am an academic with degrees in Political Science, Economics, Philosophy and Law and an insatiable desire to confound, baffle and disconcert my students. Someone once suggested to me the reason for my stories lay in the desire to offset the tedium and rationality of academic life. He wasn't an academic or he would have known better. It is best to use research against tedium, students to offset the rationality and an unlimited supply of stressballs for the faculty meetings. The stories? Well, they are just for me - like a mental manicure.
I also write a blog on Feminism and Erotica - come talk to me:
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Menage a Music - OUT NOW!

The third and final book in my ROCK STARZ short story trilogy is OUT NOW!
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Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.
But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?

Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.




Excerpt


“That’s it, just there, I’m…I’m…” I cried out as I came. The explosive climax was hard and fast and my high-pitched gasp echoed around the kitchen. My pussy clamped Tim’s fingers as my clit pulsed in his mouth. Intense pleasure washed through me, spreading over my skin like liquid gold and twisting my insides until my body went boneless.
I felt myself slipping, my elbows gave way and my spine curled. I was sliding off the edge of the counter, the rim perilously near the edge of my buttocks.
Suddenly big arms clamped around me and hot lips pressed down on mine. I fed desperately off the demanding tongue as I was held tight against a wide, hot chest.
“It’s not polite to leave someone out of the party,” Dean breathed into my mouth.
I opened dazed eyes and stared straight into Dean’s mossy green irises. “Oh God, Dean, I’m so sorry,” I panted.
Tim raised his head and lifted my legs back over his shoulders, placing my feet on his knees.
“I didn’t mean…” I said in a shaky voice, curling my fingers into Dean’s t-shirt to keep him close. Keep him from walking away. “I’m sorry, I…”
One side of Dean’s mouth twitched into a half-smile. He glanced down at Tim, who was wiping his shiny chin with the back of his hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said again, shivering as a final orgasmic shudder claimed me. “I just, I don’t…” I shook my head. “It’s been a long time.”
Dean grinned. “I can tell,” he said. “Jeez, you just about exploded off the worktop. Good job I walked in and caught you when I did.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You—you don’t mind?” I asked, looking at his smiling face.
“Hell, no. Seems like the best solution for all of us. We both like you, you like both of us.” He paused. “At least I think you do—”
“Yes, yes I do.”
Dean smiled. “So let’s all have fun together.”
“Yeah,” Tim said, smoothing his hands up my legs to the tops of my stockings. “What better way to spend Christmas Eve than being surrounded by brotherly love, eh Sylvia?”
I looked between them. Was this really happening? Were they really suggesting I didn’t need to make a choice?
It seemed they were.
I swallowed tightly as Dean pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek. “Say yes, honey,” he murmured. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
I didn’t think for a minute I would.
“Yes,” I said, tucking my fingers under the hacked-off arms of his t-shirt and feeling smooth, warm skin. “Yes, I want you both, I didn’t know how to choose. I couldn’t. I—”
“Good, that’s all we need to know,” Tim said, pushing up from the chair and scraping the legs noisily on the floor tiles. “’Cause you got me so hard it’s getting damn uncomfortable in these jeans.” He plucked me out of Dean’s embrace into his and lifted me off the counter. “It’s time to all get naked. But first I need a shower. Pounding those drums under the studio lights worked up a bit of a sweat, as did that moment of excitement.” 

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Out Now – The Persecution of the Wolves by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #PNR #thriller #shifter

Please welcome author Lucy Felthouse to my blog today with her paranormal MM re-release The Persecution of the Wolves. I absolutely LOVE this story!

Blurb:
Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam, Derbyshire all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and have their reasons for keeping quiet. But this secrecy comes at a cost—the brothers can’t risk romantic entanglements.
Then, at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be a large animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts about who—or what—could have done it.
As the brothers fight to clear their names, things are complicated by unexpected opportunities to indulge their lust. Isaac is intrigued by a handsome newcomer to the village, and a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.
Can the men prove their innocence, or is their centuries-old secret about to be revealed to the outside world, bringing their carefully-crafted existence crashing down around their ears?
PLEASE NOTE: This book was previously published as Pack of Lies—the content has not changed. The novel also contains both M/F and M/M scenes.


Excerpt:
As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look? You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”“Goodbye.”Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least, inconvenience for him and his brother.Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored Matthew.“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it, stuffed it into his pocket, and made his way downstairs.Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.


Author Bio:
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) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 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 and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9