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Release Blitz for Smut in the City!

Smut in the City, edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse

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.

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Excerpt:

Within the Crumbling Walls By Lucy Felthouse

Exiting the Colosseo Metro station, Libby shot a grin at her boyfriend, Ciaran. “I don’t think we’ll have any trouble finding it, do you?”

“Hmm?” Ciaran frowned, then turned his gaze in the direction that Libby was pointing. He gave a sheepish smile. “No, I don’t think we will. Shall we put the map away?”

Libby nodded, and Ciaran spun round so she should take the map and load it into his backpack. Zipping it back up, she patted it twice to signal she was done. Ciaran turned and held out his hand. She took it, and together they took their lives in their hands crossing the busy Roman road and walked to the Colosseum.

Despite the early hour, the queue was already considerable, and the couple exchanged a wry look. But then Libby remembered something. “Hey, don’t look so glum babe. We can skip the queue, remember?”

Ciaran frowned. “We can?”

Pulling a small credit card shaped and sized item from her pocket, she replied, “Yes! Our Roma cards mean we can get in quicker. That was one of the selling points the rep kept going on about when she was trying to flog them to us.”

Ciaran slapped his forehead theatrically, then retrieved his own card from his pocket. “Of course!” He used his not inconsiderable height to peer over the heads of the group in front of him. “Okay, I see it. There’s a separate line for Roma Pass holders, and it’s moving tons quicker. Hurrah!”

He made his way through the crowd, using a combination of touches on people’s backs and the words “excuse me.” Libby followed quickly in his wake. Soon they were at the back of the very short and swiftly-moving queue. People passed through, showing their cards to a very stern-looking Italian man, who nodded and pointed them towards another line.

This time they scanned their cards through some kind of barcode reader, and finally, they were in. Within the crumbling walls of the ancient Colosseum, probably the most famous landmark in Rome. Looking around, Libby could see why.

Photos and videos didn’t do it justice. She wasn’t sure if Colosseum translated to colossal or not, but it was certainly the most apt word to describe the place. It really was huge—and they hadn’t even seen the best part yet. Following Ciaran from the ticket booth area—which was literally within the great walls—they passed out into the open area in the middle. Libby gasped. It was amazing.

They were at ground level, with two or three levels above—she wasn’t sure which—and of course, the one below. Where the gladiators, warriors and fierce creatures would have been kept before being forced to fight in the arena.

Realising Ciaran was gaping at the sight before them too, she encouraged him forward. “Come on, we’re kind of in the way here.” Looking left, she saw an area which was fenced off and held warning signs urging the public not to enter. Libby snorted. The whole place was falling to pieces, how could they possibly deem one section more dangerous than another?

Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the right and saw an area which would allow them a better view of the arena floor. She grabbed Ciaran’s hand and pulled him with her.

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.

*****

Lucy Felthouse: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk

Victoria Blisse: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk

WIP Wednesdays

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Talk about irons in the fire! I thought - yeah, I know, never think - I had myself whittled down to two stories going. I thought I did. And then I saw a call and said, yanno... what if... and then the characters started talking. I really like them, too. So.... back up to three. Oh well.

Gymnasts are coming along. Almost to 5k on them. Pretty cool and writing the first love scene, which when it's totally new - not a second chance (yet) - it's really sexy to me to write. I've got an idea what the major conflict will be, too, so that's good. Now to hope I not only get it done, but Editor likes it.

10k into the second vampire story. It's probably only going to be a two story series, mainly because I don't want too many series running crazy, but it happens. I like Daisy, so shouldn't be hard to finish it for her - character/heroine. Grin.

But I'm off to the bat cave. I totally forgot to post some excerpts today and need to, then must write! I must! I must! (And yes, now "I must increase my bust" is in my head. Thank you Lords of Acid.)

Ten Line Tuesday!

I've been working hard on my gymnasts story and I'd like to share ten lines of it with you! Yep. Ten lines. That's all you get. Grin.

“Perfect.”Aiden brushed a quick kiss over Dylan’s lips, then strolled to the door.

Dylan slumped back onto the chair. Getting intimate with a teammate wasn’t the brightest thing he could do. If that teammate happened to be the closest thing to a best friend, even worse. He scrubbed both hands over his face. And if Jerome found out...he preferred not to think about that event coming to fruition.

The longer Dylan sat thinking, the more his shoulder ached. He might as well head home and let the meds do their job. Part of him wanted Aiden to show. The rest of him wasn’t so sure. “Guess I’ll find out if I managed to fuck up my life later on tonight,” he muttered and eased his arms into his jacket. “It’ll be really great, or really suck.”

Indulgent Winner!

I know I am super late at posting this, but if you've had the weekend I had, you'd understand. HECTIC! I'm finally getting my bearings back and I'm ready to reveal the winner!!! So who is it? 
 Kelly!!! (RonnKelly3)
 :::Throws confetti:::: 
 I'll contact you shortly off list. Thanks to everyone who stopped by and commented. I hope you get all your indulgences at least once in the next week!

Sunday Snog!

It's time for the Sunday Snog!! I thought I'd feature something from my latest story... but it's not out yet. In fact, I just turned the story in. So, here's a snog from Watch Me! Hope you enjoy.

“Have a seat.” Marc waved his hand. “Have a seat.” Kacey plopped onto his lap and he palmed her thigh. “Have you ever tried pegging? Or are you just adventurous?”

“I say adventurous.” Kacey giggled. “And curious.”

Curious explained things well. Tony sat on the edge of the closest chair. The glint in Kacey’s eye hinted to more than innocence. Mischief? Desire? He wasn’t sure, but he’d come this far.

“I sent the box on purpose.” He sat up straight and looked both Marc and Kacey in the eye. “I wanted you to have it.”

“Oh?” Marc crooked one brow. “For?”

“This.” Tony slipped to his knees and crawled to Marc. No turning back. He planted a kiss on Marc’s lips and pinned Kacey between them.

Instead of the expected shove or snarl, Marc wrapped his free arm around Tony’s torso. He swiped his tongue along the seam of Tony’s mouth. Shocked, Tony opened to Marc. Tony’s cock thickened behind his jogging shorts and pressed into the slippery fabric. Thoughts of Marc filling his ass played in a loop in Tony’s mind.

Tony rubbed his rock hard dick along Marc’s thigh and groaned. Marc rewarded him with a moan.

“That’s...so hot.” Kacey’s voice filtered through Tony’s haze. She stroked his hair and from the corner of his eye he caught her smiling. “Marc?”

Marc broke the connection with Tony and tugged Kacey close. “We didn’t forget you.” He threaded the fingers of the hand he had on her thigh, through her hair. “I think he wants to play, don’t you?”

Welcome to the Neighborhood! Hot, Hot, Hot!

I love to read. Love it. And I love to read my fellow authors where I'm published. I grabbed a copy of Welcome to the Neighborhood by Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler. Whew! Talk about hot!

So what are my thoughts?

This is a hot story. Hands down, it's hot. I liked the interplay and teasing that takes place between these characters. The emotions are right out there and written with a loving touch that makes me want to delve into more works by these authors. I want more!

Totally worth the buy and I'm glad I got my copy! Want your own? Read on!

Whit and Miguel are happy together, but when Meaghan moves in next door they decide they'd like to add a third to their household.

Cover art: Marteeka Karland
BIN: 05945-01907
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Gay
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 22
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Five Sentence Friday!

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Five Sentences from my WIP, currently entitled, Tumbling. Might be the title, might end up changing it. Not sure. Anyway, enjoy!!

“You. I want you.” Aiden bridged the gap between them and thrust his fingers into Dylan’s hair. He swiped his tongue across Dylan’s bottom lip, then pressed his body flush into Dylan’s. When Dylan gasped, Aiden took the kiss farther and stroked Dylan’s tongue with his own.

WIP Wednesday!

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I had a mini-rant over at my Wendi blog, but that's because I'm getting more accomplished with my Megan stories at the moment. The stories are just flowing more. I am one of those authors who goes where the stories take me, and they want to run with Megan right now.

Not a big deal. I kinda like it.

I'm almost done with Watch Me. I know, I know...I've been saying that for a while. But I am. One more scene and I'm done and it's off to be worked on. :-)

I'm also about 3k into my gymnastics story. It's called Tumbling at the moment, but that could change. The gymnasts are vaulters, but Vaulting doesn't sound as good, whereas Tumbling seems to fit better. We'll see.

Once I get those two conquered, I'm heading back to Glow land and working on Sarah and Callum's story. They really want theirs told, too.

So many stories, so little time. Grin. Thanks to all my readers, I hope to keep you captivated. Now I'm out to head back into the bat cave. Enjoy!

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Watch Me

I've been hard at work on the next Challenges story. I had no intention of making the group four, but this story had to be told. Watch Me. Yep, it had to be. Anyway, here's a tasty ten line tidbit! Enjoy!!

“I’d have told you if I wanted to try pegging.” He flipped the flaps closed on the box. “Um, hon.” Marc waved his hand again. “You did look at this right, didn’t you?”

“What do you mean? It was in our mail box.” The tips of her ears burned. What in the name of God had she done? “Why?”

“Have a look-see at that.”

She peeked at the address label. Tony Fallows. Their next-door-neighbor. She met Marc’s gaze. “I guess I opened it without looking.”

“I didn’t think he knew anything about strap-ons.” Marc tipped his head to the side. “He’s invited us over for drinks lots of times...why don’t we take him up on the offer? That is his mail.”

Monday Moans ~ Under and Over It

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Available atChangeling PressBarnes and NobleAll Romance EbooksAmazon
Rock hero Camryn Tate makes the girls scream, but his roommate, Regan, holds the key to his heart.What happens when an artist finds his muse? Regan Finley's photography makes the local music scene shine. He's four months from his final exhibition and graduation with a Masters in Fine Art Photography. But instead of preparing for the party, he's fretting about his exhibition theme--bondage and passion. There's one person he wants to make his exhibition come to life, if he can convince his housemate to participate.  Camryn Tate plays the music that makes the young girls scream. He likes being a local rock hero. His time on campus is coming to a close as well. In four months time, he'll have earned his Bachelor's of Music degree in composition. The moment he finds out what Regan wants to do for the exhibition Cam has to make a decision. He can let Regan have his commanding way and get the pictures he needs for the exhibition or he could walk away from the best roommate and friend he's ever known... all because of a little ball of nylon rope.          Available NOW from Changeling Press!

And now for that Moan!
“Bullshit. But I like it when you drop the punk facade.” Regan smoothed his hands over Cam’s shoulders. His lips feathered over Cam’s. “I want to see you on display -- every last bit of your body just for me.”

“Yes.” Cam panted. “Now.” He pressed himself from head to toe against Regan. His tongue pierced the seam of Regan’s mouth.

Regan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he licked and nibbled Cam. God, he’d waited for this. Waited for Cam to want him. But things could certainly slow down a tick. Regan pulled away from Cam and smacked his lips together, tasting Cam on his tongue. Mint, cola, and delicious.

“What?” Cam’s gaze darted around the room and settled on Regan. “What did I do?”

“Please?” Regan stepped back a foot, shocked by his newfound commanding tone. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Please.” Cam’s nostrils flared, and his eyes widened in the low light. “Do with me what you please. I belong to you.”

Regan slid to his knees and unzipped Cam. He’d dreamt about doing wicked things with Cam for so long… to have it happen was like having his deepest wish granted. With a little shifting, Cam’s cock sprang free from his jeans and boxers.

“So thick.” Regan closed his eyes and marked himself with Cam’s scent. He rubbed his cheek against Cam’s penis, gently nuzzling the nest of curls. Regan glanced up at Cam. Eyes closed and lips parted, Cam clenched and unclenched his hands.

“Do you want to touch me?” Regan sat back on his heels once again and worked his wallet out of his pocket. The foil packet crinkled in his hand.

“Need to touch you.”

Regan took his time tearing open the condom. “Say it.”