New Release: Native Tongue #mm #gay #romance #military #interracial

Hi everyone,

I’m insanely excited to announce the release of Native Tongue, the much-anticipated follow up to Desert Heat. When I wrote Desert Heat, I never intended to write any more about those characters, but it seems they struck a chord with folk, because I actually got emails about Hugh and Rustam, begging for a sequel. I was more than happy to oblige, as, along the way I’d become very fond of those boys, too. So here it is… their follow up story!

Blurb:

They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.

When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

Grab your copy here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/native-tongue/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25462496-native-tongue

The Hugh and Rustam news doesn’t stop there, however. I’ve put together a bundle of both books for those that haven’t read either, and it’ll be available exclusively from Amazon from Thursday. ALSO, I’m putting both books together in paperback format, too! I’m at the mercy of Createspace for timing on that, though, so watch this space.

I really hope everyone enjoys this story – I certainly enjoyed writing it!

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Guest Blogger: Amber Morgan (@AmberMothling)

Through Her EyesBetween submitting THROUGH HER EYES for publication and completing the final edits, I found myself reading a lot of true crime books. Lots of stuff on criminal profiling, unsolved cases, and serial killers. It was coincidence, but it was also great timing when the edits came in! I didn’t want to make the story procedural-heavy, but as the hero, Dom, is a police detective, I think I was able to make him a little more real by working in some of the facts I’d picked up. I was also able to flesh out the villain of the story by adding in little behavioural cues based on real-life serial killers. I didn’t want to shoehorn anything in, like “look at me, I read some stuff!!!”, but hopefully the extras I did squeeze in help to build the tension and chills in the story!

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Excerpt:

Cold hands seized her, wrapping round her throat in an iron grip. The scream that spiraled up in her lungs was crushed from her. He shoved her hard against the wall, face first. If there’d been any air left in her that would have knocked it out. The brickwork scraped her cheek and the stinging pain brought tears to her eyes.

She felt him push against her, his body hard and unrelenting. Through the flimsy material of her skirt, she felt his cock strain against her ass cheeks. Horror turned her stomach and she tried to struggle, kick, anything that might free her. It was impossible. He was strong and unyielding. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, “They all try to fight. They all fail.”

His words were like an icy lance through her heart. She whimpered, the only sound she could make while his fingers squeezed at her throat. Her vision was blurring, growing steadily darker as her heart fluttered uselessly against her ribs. He was going to hurt her and she couldn’t stop it. It would be a mercy to lose consciousness.

And then she felt the blade against her cheek.

His voice was rough with dark pleasure. “Say goodnight, sweetheart.”

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Blurb

Six years ago, Keira nearly died at the hands of a serial killer. The experience left her with more than just physical scars. She was psychically linked to the killer, a helpless witness to all his crimes. Now the man known as the Shoreditch Slasher has killed again, and Keira is dragged right back into his path. Detective Dom Abbott believes Keira’s link to the killer will help the police finally catch him, even if it means putting the woman he loves in danger. With Dom to protect her, Keira is willing to risk almost anything…But where will her strange gift lead her?

Buy links: Amazon UK | Amazon US | Evernight Publishing

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Author Bio and Links

Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She’s based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and a demanding cat.

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AmberMorganWrites
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Blog – http://ambermorganwrites.weebly.com/

My Sexy Saturday #70 – Tom slid off the sofa and onto the floor, shuffling between her legs. #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. This week I’m sharing another snippet from Testing Tom. Several of you expressed an interest in finding out what happened next! (P.S. I’m sorry I haven’t been as good at commenting and sharing as usual. I have some real-life stuff going on right now.)

She didn’t do any of those things. She kept her face straight, her thoughts whizzing through her head at a hundred miles per hour. Eventually, after letting him squirm in his seat for a minute or so, she replied. “So what exactly are you saying, Tom? What do you want?” She knew the answer, but she wanted to make him suffer, the way he had done to her after ditching her for something, someone, that could never satisfy him.

Tom slid off the sofa and onto the floor, shuffling between her legs.

Get your copy of Testing Tom here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/

Add to Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18147133-testing-tom

Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ’em!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Saturday Spankings #52 – “Just remember what it is your body is crying out for at this moment in time.” #SatSpanks

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It’s time for another Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. Here’s another snippet from Grand Slam, the tennis-based M/F BDSM novel I co-authored with Lily Harlem. It follows on from last week’s. Enjoy! (P.S. I’m sorry I haven’t been keeping up with sharing and commenting as much lately – I’ve got some real-life stuff going on just now.)

“Just remember what it is your body is crying out for at this moment in time.”

More.

That was the word that jumped into my brain, flooding my thoughts and blinding me with shock that I could want more pain, more hair-pulling, more heat blasting through my body.

Suddenly he released me and stepped back. I staggered as he turned and left me staring at his shoulders.

I let my hands fall to my sides, pulled in a deep breath and watched as he walked to the window, spread out his palms on the glass and leaned forward.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at his feet.

I straightened my glasses and ran a hand over my disheveled hair, the sting in my scalp receding rapidly.

I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can grab the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…

Being Unique by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke)

Longing for HerEvery individual is just that—a person with their own thoughts, actions, and quirks. I look at my three brothers, all from the same two amazing parents as me, and they’re so different from each other you wouldn’t think they were siblings. While some mannerisms and sayings are similar from a shared childhood, they are three very different men.

When writing, I believe it’s important to let who we are shine through. While I would love to write a story like Roni Loren and be hugely successful, using her style—her voice—would be a lie. I am not her.

When we put our thoughts onto paper we are baring our souls and the voices within our heads. We all have stories to tell, ones unique to us and our thought processes and patterns. If we all told stories in the same way no one would buy books anymore.

Lets face it. We humans are fickle creatures. We like variety, the ‘greener’ grass on the other side of the road. For me, there’s nothing more thrilling than picking up a book and finding a fresh new outlook on life EVERY SINGLE TIME. Personally, I want to be challenged. I want to meet new people and make new ‘friends’, authors who speak to my senses and introduce me to the worlds found within their minds.

There’s nothing better than having close friends and family read my manuscripts and tell me they can see me—HEAR—me within the lines. Gives me that ‘woohoo!!!’ feeling.

Is it scary making ourselves so vulnerable?

Absolutely, but who doesn’t want others to like us, who we are within the deepest part of ourselves?

I may never make a million bucks with my writing, but if I make a few new friends and connect with readers, then I’ve accomplished an even greater goal.

Sharing my unique self.

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Excerpt:

I rounded the couch, but halted as a body came into view.

Cole lounged against the far side, one hand behind his head, half-empty beer bottle in the other. “Hey.”

Our gazes collided, sending a shock wave of energy through my blood. My heel itched to spin, but his focus wandered down my body and back up again, lingering on my bare thighs.

Oh, the temptation to taste him one more time. Three years of simmering desire had my kettle ready to scream hallelujah. “Hey,” I whispered back. “I thought you’d left.”

His smile melted my bones. “Decided to stay a while and reminisce.”

My lips tugged up. “I was eyeing the back of the couch while stealing some whiskey and doing the same thing.” Kind of.

“Care to join me?”

I considered the cushion closest to me and bit on the inside of my lip as temptation and love for the sexy man a few paces away warred in my brain. Knowing I owed Cole an apology, I decided to sit, curling my legs under me. “Sorry for being so harsh earlier. I…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Cole twisted sideways to place the bottle on the coffee table. “I shouldn’t have cornered you like that.” He started to sit up, but hesitated, a question in his eyes.

“It’s all right. I won’t run.”

The leather squeaked as he swung his feet to the floor and leaned back, hands on his thighs. His blue tie hung loose, the top two buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. A hint of dark hair called out to my fingers. Averting my eyes, I focused on the tumbler clasped in both my hands.

“I know I’ve said it hundreds of times, Gwen, but I’m sorry. Please say you forgive me.”

Another gulp of whiskey gave me courage to speak. “Forgiving in my mind means making things right—getting back to normal and moving on.” I lifted my head enough to focus on the knot of his tie. “I can’t do that with you, Cole.”

“Why not?”

“Because even though it’s expected you’ll marry an uptight, snobbish princess,” I sucked in air and allowed the words to spew, “I want you every second of the day.”

His chest stopped its rise and fall, and I glanced up at his face.

Mistake.

Longing like I’d never known reached out from his eyes and froze me in place. My breath caught. Nipples pebbled beneath my thin shirt.

Every muscle in my body quivered as he stood and walked toward me, unwavering gaze on my face.

“What—” I licked my lips, hating how my voice wavered. “What are you doing?”

“Give me the whiskey.”

My pulse thrummed with life, and I put the glass in his outstretched hand.

He set it on the coffee table without breaking eye contact and leaned down, placing his hands against the back of the couch on either side of me, making an effective cage. His face hovered mere inches from mine.

I breathed in as he exhaled, the subtle scent of peppermint flooding my mouth with saliva. His lower lip called out to my teeth; the shadow lining his jaw begged for my tongue.

“Did you mean what you said about once being enough, Gwen? Because it’s not for me. I want to taste every inch of your skin. Bury myself inside you.”

My breath caught, and moisture flooded my panties making me squirm on the cushion.

I opened my mouth, having no idea what words would tumble out, but he swooped down, capturing my parted lips before I could speak.

Blessed Mary, mother of God.

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Blurb:

Straight-laced Cole Risso has longed for his sister’s bohemian best friend Gwen since he first laid eyes on her as a kid. Now, as future patriarch of the Risso Family, he’s expected to marry well. A free spirit and unconventional daughter of a pot-toking hippie hardly qualifies.

When one night of giving into temptation ruins them both for any other, Cole and Gwen are faced with a decision – love the other enough to let them go, or defy family expectations and fight for their hearts’ desires.  No matter the decision, their choices have the power to destroy all they hold dear.

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing

Amazon

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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

Website:  http://www.authorlynnburke.com/

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Lynn-Burke/555282497937461

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/38758632-lynn-burke

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Giveaway:

An ecopy of Longing for Her, Heart Pendant, and a $10 Amazon Gift Card

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Kola by Kiru Taye – An Essien Trilogy Spinoff

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When sassy heiress with a heart of gold, Tari Essien, needs a place to escape the pressures of the hounding press, she turns to Kola Banks, a deeply scarred ex-soldier who’s also the Essien chief of security. Kola can’t offer Tari anything more than his protection. She’s family for goodness sake, even if they share no blood ties.

It’s a weekend of lessons for both of them. Together they can’t avoid the explosive heat that sizzles between them, nor help pushing each others’ boundaries physically as well as emotionally.

But when the weekend ends and Tari’s life is in danger, Kola will put his body as well as his heart in the line of fire to keep her safe.

 

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TEASER

If she even sensed half of the things he wanted to do to her, she’d run a mile.

He jumped into the pool. When he came up for air, she was gone from the window. He swam a few laps before the skin on his nape prickled and he lifted his head.

Tari stood at the edge of the pool, wearing what he could only describe as a very skimpy emerald bikini set, her hourglass curves barely tamed by the scraps of fabric, her flawless caramel skin tempting him to touch and taste her.

Damn!

How was he supposed to keep his hands off her if she walked around his house with next to nothing on?

 

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