Hi everyone,
It’s that time again! Time to load your eReaders/apps up with some totally bargainous books! Most of mine are a whopping 50% off, so if you’ve been hanging on, now’s a great time to get clicking. Smashwords provides formats for all eReaders and apps, so you can read your purchases on your preferred device.
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Happy Reading!
Lucy x
Hi lovelies,
Happy July! As always, the first of the month brings a bunch more amazing book promotions for you. So get clicking on the banners below to stock up your eReaders/apps!
Also, a huge thank you to everyone who got their copy of Cut and Run yesterday. I hope you’re enjoying the read!
Happy Reading!
Lucy x
Hi everyone,
I’m delighted to announce the release of the second book in The Dreadnoughts reverse harem series, Cut and Run! It’s been a long time coming (I write way slower than I’d like!), but now it’s here I’m hoping you’ll check it out and find out what’s next for Kim and the gang. After a little breather, I will be starting on the next book in the series, so hopefully it won’t be such a long wait – but please bear with me!
Here’s the blurb:
Kim’s on track to save the world—but will she pay with her life?
Kim Medhurst, ex-British military intelligence officer turned scientist and climate activist, has a vitally important project on her hands. The mysterious object she set out to retrieve from the remote Scottish island has the potential to power the entire planet. All she needs to do is figure out exactly how to make it happen, and the Scottish Highlands seems the perfect place to complete her research in peace—as well as enjoy the company of the gorgeous Greig twins.
Unfortunately, things aren’t that simple. Someone knows what Kim’s up to and wants to get their hands on her and the object she now calls the ygrene. As if that wasn’t concerning enough, Chastain goes missing, spurring Kim and the others into action. The team’s newfound abilities come in handy as they attempt to find their friend and navigate the murky underworld of dirty energy and those who profit from it.
But, even with their powers, will they be a match for a greedy megalomaniac with no morals?
PLEASE NOTE: Cut and Run has a cliffhanger ending.
Grab your copy from Amazon, or read it in Kindle Unlimited (and please, please do leave a review when you’re done – they really help! 🙂 ):
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Happy Reading!
Lucy x
New York Times bestselling author Sabrina York kicks off her brand-new Stirling Ranch miniseries by asking does blood make you family?
Danny Diem’s life is upended when he inherits a small-town ranch. But learning he has a daughter in need of lifesaving surgery is his biggest shock yet. He’d never gotten over telling his ex Lizzie Michaels that he wasn’t the marrying kind. But her loving strength for their little girl tugs at his heartstrings—and makes him wonder if he’s ready to embrace the role he’s always run from: father.
From Harlequin Special Edition: Believe in love. Overcome obstacles. Find happiness.
READ AN EXCERPT
He broke the silence with four sharp words. “Why are you here?”
“Why don’t you sit down?” She did so herself, sliding into the banquette of his booth—her knees were about to give in, anyway.
He ignored her request. “Why are you here?”
“Danny, this is hard enough, and you’re not making it any easier for me—”
“Oh, I’m not making it easier for you? You’re the one who left me. No warning. Nothing. Just…gone. Poof.”
Irritation bubbled, and though she’d told herself she wouldn’t allow her anger to surface, she couldn’t help snapping, “There was plenty of warning. You weren’t paying attention.”
“Really? I was sure paying attention during our last fight. I remember that pretty clearly.”
“Do you? Do you remember what we fought about?”
His face went blank and he dropped into his seat, where he could face her, but not come too close. As though he were protecting himself from her.
What a laugh. She was the one who needed protecting. He was far too addictive for her own good.
“Why don’t you tell me what you remember?” he suggested.
She sighed. “We’d been talking about the future.”
“Ah, yes.” He settled back into his seat, his expression still mutinous.
“And you freaked out.”
He frowned. “I did not freak out.”
“You made it pretty clear we had no future together.”
“I didn’t say that. I just said I didn’t want marriage.”
“Or kids.”
“And can you blame me? With parents like mine? What kind of father would I be?”
That comment hit her like a blow. Stole her breath. Made her question her own sanity for coming here.
Nothing had changed. Nothing had changed at all.
“And my mother?” he continued harshly. “Did Darla tell you what my mother has done now?”
“She said she skipped bail.”
He barked a bitter laugh. “Skipped bail, then skipped town. But before she disappeared, she cleaned out my bank accounts, and my apartment. She hocked everything I own. Everything I’ve worked for.”
Anger raged in Lizzie’s heart. The woman truly had no moral compass.
“You’re not like your mother.” She’d told him that a thousand times, but too many years raised by that horrible woman had clouded his self-image.
“And then, there’s the father. The man who wanted nothing to do with me. The man who wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence. He certainly didn’t support us.”
“You’re not like him, either.” She hoped…
He shook his head and scrubbed his face with his palms. “It doesn’t matter. None of that matters. Not anymore.” She hated his expression, the resignation and the pain. “So, why are you here?” The question again, this time, whispered.
She might as well just dive in. “I…need your help.”
He frowned again. “What do you want?”
Her heart stuttered. Oh, Lord. Now that the time was here, she didn’t know what to say. Or how to say it. Or anything.
Danny waited, silently, watching her. Then his lips tweaked into a hint of a sad smile. “You’re procrastinating, Lizzie. You never procrastinate unless it’s something bad.”
Her expression must have given something away because he paled.
“Are you okay? Are you sick?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine. And no. It’s not bad. Not bad at all. Well, not all bad. There is some bad, I suppose. But it’s…” She trailed off. She was babbling—she knew she was. It was yet another way she avoided unpleasant topics.
Danny pinned her with a sharp look. “What is it you want to tell me?”
She wrinkled her nose. “About that last fight had—””
“What about it?” His tone was tight, as though the words were bitter on his tongue.
Right. “The one where you told me you didn’t want marriage or children.” She tried not to sound bitter as well, but failed.
“For good reason,” he snapped.
“Right,” she snapped right back. Then she met his gaze as bravely as she could. “Well, I was pregnant.”
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Blurb
For some people, kink is a game, a way to spice up sex by adding a hint of taboo. This book isn’t about those people.
These stories dig deeper, baring souls, exposing the heady thrill of power and surrender, intimacy and complicity. In the passionate dance of dominant and submissive, there is no tomorrow. There is only now, balanced between pleasure and pain, breathless with forbidden possibilities.
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*****
R-Rated Excerpt – from Just a Spanking
I am dressed as he requires, short skirt with no panties, silk blouse with no bra, and my favorite lace-up boots. I fidget on the seat as he drives up 101. The plastic is sticky against my bare skin and getting stickier by the minute. He stubbornly keeps his eyes on the road.
I part my thighs. The car fills with the ripe scent of my pussy. His nostrils twitch but otherwise he ignores me. My nipples feel as huge and hungry as they do when he winds them with rubber bands. I try to keep still. Each whisper of silk across my breasts makes my cunt clench and weep.
He opens the car door – a gentleman Dom – and helps me out. The brief contact of palm on palm makes me shudder with want. I follow him up the stairs to his apartment, watching his strong buttocks shift in his trousers as he climbs. I think about how they tense and relax when he fucks me. I’m panting by the time we reach the third floor, but not from exertion.
The door swings open. He steps aside, gesturing for me to enter. Normally he’d have me pressed against the wall, knee in my crotch and hands under my blouse, before the lock clicked shut. Today he simply stands beside me, a half-smile on his full lips, as I survey the familiar room.
He has already set things up. In the dining area, the table has been pushed out of the way. Two of the chairs face us, side by side, flanked on the left by the ottoman that normally sits in front of the armchair. That armchair is the usual location for his spankings, but I can see that tonight will be different. He’s trying to minimize my contact with his body. Clever man.
“Strip,” he orders, as he has so many times before. My heart somersaults in my chest, as it always does. He seats himself in the middle chair to watch me remove the few clothes I’m wearing.
I can feel the weight of his eyes, tracing my curves, lingering on my swelling breasts. I move as slowly and sensuously as I can, working to arouse him, to undermine his resolution not to touch me. His pants are loose. I can’t really tell whether his cock is hard, but his lips are parted and there’s a flush on his cheeks.
“Behave yourself, Becca,” he warns. “No teasing, or you’ll get the cane after I’m finished with your spanking. In fact, you’re guaranteed the cane if you’re not naked in ten seconds.”
His threat has the desired effect. I tear off my blouse and a button goes flying into the corner. I don’t care. I stand naked before him, awaiting his instructions.
He makes me wait. Heat shimmers through me. Blood pounds in my ears. I study my toes and listen to my breath. Fear and excitement co-mingle, until I can’t tell one from the other. My bratty determination to make him touch me fades away, although my clit still throbs and my juices trickle down my thighs. All I want is to please him. I’ll wait forever if that is what it takes. Indeed, a part of me would rather wait than know what comes next.
“All right, Rebecca,” he says finally. “Kneel on the footstool and stretch your body across my legs.”
I look up to find that he has placed one of the throw pillows on his lap. I understand that he wants a barrier between my body and his possible erection. Plus the cushion is too soft to provide much friction. Obviously he has planned this carefully. I would not have expected less from him.
I am awkward as I clamber onto the ottoman and spread my body across his lap. The padded stool is the perfect height. When I bend at the hip, my belly rests on the cushion and my ass is in air, just to the right of his body. I rest my chest on the chair to his left, cradling my head in my crossed arms. I’m not uncomfortable. I feel stable and well-supported.
“Thighs together. That’s right. Bring your knees closer to the chair. Good.” I comply as promptly as I can. The shift raises my butt higher. I’m totally accessible. Completely vulnerable.
It’s delicious.
Usually he warms me up when he’s about to spank me. He will stroke and knead my buttocks, then pinch me hard just as I am starting to relax. More often than not he’ll slip a blunt finger between my cheeks and swirl it around in my pussy. He’ll tell me what a pervert I am, to be so wet at the mere thought of being beaten. I’ll be torn between embarrassment and pride. I know that this is one reason why he wants me.
Tonight, though, the only warm up is more waiting. He doesn’t touch me, though I can feel his eyes like ghostly fingers on my exposed flesh. My cunt feels heavy and swollen, pressed against the cushion. I shift my position the tiniest bit and pleasure sparks from my clit to my nipples and back again in a maddening cycle.
“Be still,” he orders. “No squirming around. No humping the pillow. This is a spanking, pure and simple. You may yell or cry as much as you want. But I don’t want you to move. That will spoil it.”
There’s menace in his voice, and promise. We are about to embark on a new adventure together.
“Do you understand?”
I’m sure he feels me tremble as I nod, but he doesn’t chide me. Instead he brings the flat of his hand down hard on my ass.
“Ow!” I’m startled more than hurt. The sting races like a wildfire from my cheek to my clit. The swollen nub compressed between my thighs is a red hot coal. “Ouch!” Before the echoes die he lands another blow, sharp and precise, on the opposite mound. Brief pain flares before pleasure drowns it.
*****
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh
Hi everyone,
Excellent news for those of you who enjoy erotic short stories – my collection, Multi-Orgasmic Vol 2, is just 99c/p for a limited time on eBook!
Blurb:
If you’re a fan of erotic short stories, then get your hands on this collection from the pen of award-winning erotica author Lucy Felthouse.
From famous movie stars to sexy farmers, holiday flings to seducing delivery drivers, and even unusual household items being used as bondage, this book has variety galore. It’s sure to get you hot under the collar and eager to turn just one more page.
Enjoy nineteen titillating tales, over 54,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.
Please note: Many of the stories in this book have been previously published in anthologies, as standalones, and online, but three are brand new and never seen before!
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Lucy x
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