My First Review for Ditched!

DitchedYay, I got my first review for Ditched, which is my first m/m release. It gained a silver star within twelve hours of its release on All Romance eBooks!

Rainbow Book Reviews covered it, and here’s what they had to say:

“Short, hot and unashamedly erotic, this is a snippet from the life of two soldiers who suddenly discover they are interested in each other in a totally non-work related way. If you like short, hot stories that focus on the physical, and if fit soldiers getting out of their uniforms and forgetting where and who they are sound like a fun read, then you will probably like this short story.”

Check out the full review here.

Get your copy of Ditched here.

Sunday Snog – Ditched

Sunday Snog

DitchedHere’s a saucy snippet from Ditched, my first m/m story, which was released on Wednesday, and got a silver star on All Romance eBooks in less than 12 hours!

“Well,” Scott said, his grin widening, “that’s very interesting.”

“It is?” Stone frowned, still half-expecting the other man to punch him in the face. He’d never shown any inclination toward homophobia before, but then Stone had never told him he liked men before.

“Yes,” Scott moved closer still, until they were almost toe-to-toe, “because I happen to bat for both sides, too.”

Stone’s jaw almost hit the floor. Of all the words that could have come out of the other man’s mouth, he was not expecting that particular combination. He couldn’t believe it—Scott liked men, too? The blond, blue-eyed, muscular, towering hottie was bi? And even more strangely, it appeared that Scott was interested in him, too. Either that or he’d suddenly forgotten about the unspoken personal space rules between people who weren’t intimate.

“Y—you do?”

Instead of replying, Scott slipped his hand behind Stone’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Stone’s semi immediately snapped to attention, and after spending a couple of seconds wondering if he’d somehow fallen asleep and was dreaming, he returned the other man’s kiss. A thought popped into his head that they might be caught—and the consequences would be so severe they didn’t even bear thinking about—but then he shoved it away, reasoning with himself that they were the only people on the plain for miles, and if the helicopter approached, they’d hear it before they could see it. Therefore, the people in the chopper wouldn’t be able to see them, either. And by the time they could, the two men would be standing meters apart, acting normal. Probably.

Having put his mind at rest, Stone relaxed and allowed himself to fully enjoy the kiss. And what a kiss it was. A combination of having fancied Scott for ages; thinking it would never happen because the other man was straight; and the fact they were effectively making out in work time made an already super-hot kiss positively explosive. His cock pressed insistently against the inside of his boxers and combats, a firm reminder he hadn’t used it in a while.


You can get your hands on Ditched here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Filthy Friday: Lucy Felthouse

Yep, I’m welcoming myself to Filthy Friday again! This time, though, I’m going to tell a little about my story in Smut in the City

My tale, Within the Crumbling Walls is set at the Colosseum in Rome. Why, you might ask? Well, it’s simple. I visited Rome for the first time in May and did lots of exploring, so it made sense to set my story in that particular city, as I suspected popular cities others would have chosen would be Paris and London. Oddly, we didn’t have one set in Paris, which surprised me.

When I visited the Colosseum, I noticed an area that had been fenced off to the public. It made me a laugh a little that that particular area had been deemed unsafe, when the entire building was ancient and crumbling. Then I went on my merry way, exploring the awe-inspiring structure. But obviously that particular thing stuck with me, as when I sat down to think about what I was going to write about, I decided on Rome, and then the Colosseum. And that’s how my characters ended up doing naughty things in an ancient monument.

So, there you have it. Another insight into how my crazy mind comes up with story ideas.

Smut in the City

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.

Grab your copy of Smut in the City here.

New Release: Ditched – My First M/M!

DitchedSo, what an exciting day. First, my Avengers Assemble DVD turned up (and yes, I just watched it), and now my first ever m/m story has been released. Yes, Ditched is a m/m military erotic short story, set on Salisbury Plain, England. Given my love of all things military, I guess it makes sense that my first gay story was about Army men 😉

Here’s the blurb:

Private Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?

And an excerpt:

“This can’t be fucking right!” said Lance Corporal Michael Scott, checking his map for the umpteenth time.

“I can assure you, Scott, that it fucking is,” responded his colleague, Private Damien Stone. He nudged the other man, pointed to a place on his own map, then raised his arm and indicated a rise in the ground in the near distance.

“See, that’s that long barrow, so we are in the right place.”

Looking at the barrow—one of the many on Salisbury Plain—then down at the map, and finally at his compass, Scott had to agree.

“So where the fuck are they, then?”

Stone had no answer for that one. He looked up into the lightening sky, which in the distance was being slowly tinged with pink, but saw no sign of their pick-up helicopter. Straining to hear even the faintest sound of rotor blades, Stone remained silent. Hearing nothing, he shrugged.

“Dunno. Perhaps we got the time wrong, or something?”

“I hope not, otherwise they’ve gone without us!”

“Nah. We’re early, if anything. The sun’s only just coming up.”

Sighing, Scott stuffed his map and compass into a pocket, and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find somewhere to shelter. I don’t like the look of that.”

The that he was talking about was an ominous-looking black cloud being buffeted in their direction by the wind, which was picking up rapidly.

“With you on that one.”

On an unspoken command, the two of them immediately split up and started to look around for somewhere they could keep out of the wind and imminent rain. It wasn’t long before Scott shouted out, and Stone immediately turned and headed in the direction of his colleague’s voice.

When Stone arrived, Scott had already removed his backpack and dropped it into the ditch he’d found and was striding down the slope to join it. Luckily, there’d been no rain over the past few days so the ground was dry. If the coming rainstorm ended up being heavy, it was entirely possible they’d get wet arses, but for now at least they’d be reasonably comfortable.

Following his colleague’s example, Stone shrugged off his pack. Turning, he saw that Scott was standing with his arms out, ready to catch it. Tossing it, he gave a curt nod of thanks before heading down into the ditch.

Once there, he saw that some scrub covered a couple of sizeable rocks, meaning that they would at least be able to sit down. It would have to rain pretty damn hard for the water level in the ditch to get as high as the top of the rocks, so they’d be all right until the chopper arrived.

He hoped.

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Guilty Indulgence Anniversary Hop

Indulgent Blog HopWhat do I indulge in? Hmm… let’s see. I’m not a very good girl, so the list is quite long:
– Supernatural (love those Winchester boys!)
– Chocolate (particularly Cadburys)
– Steak and chips (my favourite meal)
– Sleeping (I love to sleep!)
– Reading (’nuff said!)
– Writing (I love how you can be as indulgent as you like when writing fiction – characters can do whatever (or whoever) they like and it doesn’t matter too much, because it’s all made up!)

I’m sure I could go on for longer, but I don’t want to keep you, you’ve got hopping to do! So, without further ado, use the Rafflecopter below to enter to win a copy of one of my backlist titles (and the grand prize for the hop – a $100 Gift Card!), then use the list underneath to continue hopping!

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Filthy Friday: Justine Elyot

I’d like to welcome Justine Elyot to Filthy Friday. She shares some insight into the choice of location and subject for her bittersweet story in Smut by the Sea. Take it away, Justine!

 

An End of the Pier Affair by Justine Elyot

I knew when I saw the call for Smut By The Sea that I had to send something in. I live in a seaside town, after all. My problem came in deciding which of the many and varied aspects of resort life I wanted to include in my story.

In the end, I found my inspiration at the end of the pier. Every self-respecting seaside town has its Winter Gardens or its Pavilion – the palace of delights built to entertain the summer masses during the sultry evenings of their holiday. An ‘end of the pier show’ is part of the British lexicon, describing a mix and match variety performance of cruise-ship singers, spangly-tight-wearing dance troupes and comedians unsuitable for younger audiences. (‘If easily offended, please stay away,’ the handbills often recommend.)

A lot of these theatres are in financial difficulty now. A night out at a show is no longer an integral part of the British seaside experience – besides, the camping and caravan sites offer their own on-site entertainment for nothing. The summer revenues can’t pay for maintenance of the draughty, ageing buildings. I went backstage at my local specimen earlier this year and was shocked by the dilapidated state of the dressing rooms and corridors. The ‘famous names’ aren’t so famous any more. As my opening paragraph says: “There was a saying in the business that you played Goldsands Winter Gardens twice in your career – once on the way up, once on the way down. This was Mark’s second appearance there.”

The male protagonist of my story, Love In The Low Season, is a faded singer, once popular, now only able to make a bare living in cabaret-style shows at obscure provincial venues. He’s exactly the kind of man who appears in front of eight people on a Wednesday night in February at my local theatre, poor fellow. But I appreciate him, and I appreciate the efforts that are made to keep these places open.

More and more of them are closing every year. I hope mine won’t be next.

Find out more about Justine at http://justineelyot.com

 

Smut by the SeaLight hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Buy your copy here!