Sunday Snog – City Nights: One Night in Paris

by | Jul 20, 2014 | | 1 Comment

Sunday Snog

City Nights: One Night in ParisIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This time, I’m sharing a less traditional snog from my M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Paris. Let’s just say there are lips involved, but some are lower down than others… 😉 This follows on directly from last week’s snog.

Jacob couldn’t have been happier as sweet pussy juices flowed onto his lips and chin, and the beautiful woman producing them swore, panted and wriggled beneath him. He had to push down harder on her thighs to hold her still, otherwise she would have bucked his mouth right off of her. He sensed she was growing close to coming, so that was absolutely not an option.

Annabelle’s clit grew and he continued to suck and flick it with his tongue, while moving his right hand from her thigh and slipping it between them. He quickly sought entrance to her soaking hole and pushed inside, the copious wetness easing his passage. Her walls clenched around him, and his neglected cock gave a lurch as his brain made the connection between what she felt like around his fingers and what she would feel like around his shaft. God, he couldn’t wait to get inside this amazing woman.

Curving his fingers, he sought her G-spot and found it without too much trouble—the spongy bump on the inner wall of her pussy was also enlarged. Shifting his hand a little, he figured out the best position to stimulate it, then went to town. Rubbing and pressing at her G-spot, he continued to torment her clit, bringing her ever closer to climax.

Jacob was soon glad he was in a high-class hotel with thick walls, because Annabelle, it seemed, was a screamer. First, her swearing and blasphemy grew louder and more frequent, then, as her body clenched and gushed at his ministrations, beyond the point of no return, she fell momentarily silent. She froze for a second or two. Jacob continued what he was doing, concentrating hard on the simultaneous stimulation of her two pleasure spots, determined to give her a damn good time. An instant later, it paid off.

You can get your hands on City Nights: One Night in Paris here.

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

My Sexy Saturday #31 – My Sexy Howl #MySexySaturday

by | Jul 19, 2014 | | 0 Comments

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, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is my sexy howl – so shifters. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to share a snippet from one of my older releases – F/F erotic romance, The Cottage in the Woods.

“No.” Heidi knew the next words on her lips should be, “But I do have a very comfortable sofa” but somehow she couldn’t force herself to say them.

“Oh. I guess I’ll just have to bunk in with you then. It’ll be like a girly sleepover! Not that I’ve ever been to one…” she tailed off, dropping her gaze to the floor.

“You haven’t?” Heidi asked, desperate to know what had made this beautiful girl look so sad. “Why not?”

“I could never risk falling asleep near humans. I often wake up in animal form, and that would be pretty difficult to explain. Not everyone’s as understanding as you.” Ava put her hand on the other woman’s arm and gave her a warm smile. Heidi’s heart leapt.

“Well,” Heidi replied, covering Ava’s hand with her own and giving it a squeeze, “whatever you wake up as is fine with me. Except maybe a spider. I won’t be held responsible for my own actions if I wake up with a spider in my bed.”

Both girls laughed. Then, hoping against hope she hadn’t misread the signs, Heidi linked her fingers with Ava’s and stood. “Come on,” she said. Her voice sounded husky. “Let’s get this sleepover show on the road.”

Ava followed without protest; eagerly in fact, and Heidi started to realize this was really going to happen. It was like something out of a fairy tale. She’d been all alone, then a hot girl who happened to be a shapeshifter turned up in her garden. All the signs pointed towards Ava liking her in that way, and now, she was happily going to bed with her. Heidi shook her head in disbelief, then sped up. After all, if it was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up before the good part.

You can buy The Cottage in the Woods here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


A “Those Boys” Backstage Pass by Alison Tyler (@alisontyler)

by | Jul 17, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Those Boys“Those Boys” is the sequel to a “novelette” I wrote for Go Deeper Press called “Those Girls.” (Currently, I’m going a little Star Wars and writing the prequel, a full-length novel called “Those Days.”)

But right now, I thought I’d hand you a backstage pass and slip you behind the scenes on “Those Boys.” In the story, I mention a few specific items:

Excerpt:

The dressing room door opened and a silver-haired man stepped out. I was leaning across the counter, talking shop with Elizabeth, when the man pranced by us, a pretty, pretty pony. He had that shimmering mane of shoulder-length hair, obviously a premature gray because his face was young and unlined. Before he spoke, I had him summed up neatly. He was one of those boys. Those “I like my hair” boys. Those “I need your approval of my outfit, and it will take me six hours to choose a shirt” boys.

Yes. I’d known boys like him before.

 

In my mind, the unique shirts that Rem is shopping for are by Rockmount. And they’re not just any Rockmounts, but the Vintage Western Shirts. You can check out the variety on my brand-new “Those Boys” Pinterest page.

Excerpt:

“Safe word,” I said again, “one you’ll be able to remember.”

His eyelashes fluttered. He looked wildly around the room. What was he thinking? Window. Chair. Black. Rug. Girl. I came closer to the bed. I bent and whispered five-dollar words to him. “Narcissist. Peacock. Pretty boy. Preener.”

“Peacock,” he selected, and I couldn’t help myself. I looked over at Vanessa and grinned at her. She had her back pressed against the wall. That dangerously sheer dress of hers did nothing to hide her perfect form, did nothing to offer her protection. But I could tell that she felt invincible with the dress on, especially in comparison to the naked and captured boy on the bed.

 

The dress worn by Vanessa apparently doesn’t exist in real life—trust me, I’ve looked—but you’ll find one on my board from All Saints.

Excerpt:

I’m going to say right now that the boy delighted me. All his sub attitude was gone when he was on the stage. Yes, he preened, as I had known he would. He tiptoed along the edge of the stage. He shimmied. He swiveled. He catwalked in those tight black jeans. The crowd adored him. I could imagine how easy he’d have it, snagging up girls to take home, tying them down however they wanted him to. He looked like he could make your wickedest, filthy dreams come true.

Vanessa danced in front of me, ever so gently rubbing her body against mine to the music. I let her, not caring that she had me hard, that she was doing her best to get a rise from me. I wanted to swallow the show. I wanted to devour Rem whole.

After the concert, we went to the dressing room. Rem was in his black jeans, no shirt, sweat still covering his torso. He didn’t look surprised to see us. He didn’t look frightened. He looked as if he needed me. I live for that look.

 

Rem’s band in my head was drawn from a mix of a few different musical groups, but influenced definitely by the performers at Rene and Arlene’s engagement party on True Blood mixed with a long defunct rock-a-billy band I was acquainted with back in the day. (And when I say “acquainted,” I mean, yes, I did make-out with the lead singer.)

And then, of course, there are the sex toys… Let’s never forget the sex toys.

• paddle

• crops

• purple anal beads

I’ll be posting more images as the “Those Boys” tour continues. Please stop by my blog for the line-up. And hey, shouldn’t dream-shopping guides always be this much kinky fun?

Those Boys Pinterest Board: http://www.pinterest.com/LaptopTrollop/those-boys/

Those Boys Tour Guide: http://alisontyler.blogspot.com/2014/06/those-fucking-gorgeous-boys.html

Alison Tyler is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and The Delicious Torment. Her work has been hailed as “kink that makes you think” by the Portland Book Review and she’s been called “a hell of a writer” by super-star Violet Blue. Visit her at alisontyler.blogspot.com and follow her at twitter.com/alisontyler.

Summer Reads #SummerReadsHop

by | Jul 17, 2014 | | 13 Comments

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Summer’s in full swing! Come in out of the heat and check out our favorite Summer Reads! Each blog will feature their favorites and a giveaway so visit them all! Plus there’s a Grand Prize giveaway happening too!

 

Hello and welcome to the Summer Reads Blog Hop! I’m definitely a summer person – I like the sunshine, the longer days, the warmth… so I’m sure I’d like California, which is where one of my latest releases, Sweet Spot is set. I’ve never been, but hopefully I’ll get there one day – just got to sell enough books 🙂

Here’s more info on Sweet Spot, which is F/F erotic sports romance. Even the cover screams summer, doesn’t it? 🙂

A Raw Talent book.

Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

Grab it here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot

Happy Reading!
Lucy x

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Mid Week Tease: “He Was About to Get Laid” #MWTease

by | Jul 16, 2014 | | 8 Comments

MidWeekTease2Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. This week I’m sharing a tease from Can’t Get Enough, an anthology that released yesterday from Cleis Press. It contains my story, When He Gets Home.

Owen’s body jerked as he responded to the shock of the back support disappearing from behind him. Nina’s expression still looked strange—yet eerily beautiful—and when she rested a palm on his chest and shoved him, he landed on the now-flat backrest with a thump which knocked the air out of his lungs. “W—what are you—” His hastily spoken words were cut off when Nina straddled his lap and silenced him by leaning down and pressing her lips to his.

Nina couldn’t help but find Owen’s reaction amusing. He looked as though he thought she was going to kill him, or something. Despite that, she felt his cock hardening beneath her and was glad her husband’s body was ready, even if his brain couldn’t quite catch up. She knelt up enough so she could slide her hand between their bodies and cup his crotch, squeezing and stroking his rapidly growing erection.

Owen’s eyes widened as his wife played with his hard on through his suit trousers, then abruptly tugged down his fly, slipped her hand through the gap and manoeuvred his cock out through it. Part of him wanted to say something about the fact the edges of the zip might scratch his shaft, possibly even draw blood, but the rest of him told him to shut up complaining—he was about to get laid. In the car, no less!

You can get your copy of Can’t Get Enough here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cant-get-enough/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18668160-can-t-get-enough

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Will and Pleasure by Iyana Jenna (@IyanaJenna)

by | Jul 15, 2014 | | 1 Comment

Will and PleasureBLURB:

After his parents’ nasty divorce, Jake Welther was raised by his mother, so when his father dies, he’s surprised to find his name among his brothers’ in the will. Jake never thought he’d get anything from his old man, but neither the house nor the money is his inheritance. It’s a young sex slave named Luke.

Luke is a product of the streets. One unfortunate night, a bad encounter with a client ended with him curled up in an alley, filthy and hurt. When Craig Welthier Sr. took him in, Luke thought he was finally safe and protected. Little did he know Craig would turn out to be worse than any of his previous clients.

With his father gone, Jake doesn’t know what to do with Luke. His three brothers see no harm in continuing to use their father’s slave for their own twisted purposes. Though he doesn’t think of himself as anyone’s hero, he knows what Luke has endured at the hands of his family is wrong. Can Jake stand up to his brothers to rescue Luke? Will Luke find his happy ending after all? 

 

EXCERPT:

Now Luke regretted not paying more attention to the other words Craig had spoken.

My family. In the darkness, his world was falling apart.

“Running away, are we? Forget it. Your place is here, among those of us who love you.”

His eyes flew open as his head was yanked back by his curls.

“And I see that you’re neatly dressed, eh? Since when have we permitted that?”

A flash of fury flickered in Luke’s mind. You can’t order me around, I don’t belong to you.

Alas, it seemed he could read Luke’s mind. The fingers around his arms tightened, so that he whimpered. His silent fury was replaced by trepidation. He looked up in terror at the man standing before him.

“You don’t think you belong to us now?” Craig Jr. gripped Luke’s jaw tightly. “What? What, you dare to talk back now?” The older man growled as he saw Luke attempt to say something. Craig squeezed his jaw one last time before he released it. Vision blurring with tears, Luke panted for a moment before he whispered his answer.

“I-I owe you nothing. My arrangement was with your father.”

That earned him a brutal backhand across his face. Luke almost forgot to breathe, and the brother clutching him was so surprised he almost let go, which would have sent Luke sprawling to the ground.

“You don’t talk to your owner that way,” said Craig. “Bring him inside!”

As the two at his sides heaved him back into the house and Craig slammed the door behind them, Luke realized that this time, the door was closed to him forever.

* * * *

That was the best dream ever, Jake thought, as he turned over, still half-asleep. His right arm stretched out and smoothed the pillow beside him, reveling in the warmth of it.

It sent Jake’s eyes flying open, a frown creasing his brow. Warmth? What was the meaning of that? Had someone been there?

With a start, Jake turned sharply to his side and lurched into a sitting position. His breath came hard and fast.

That wasn’t a dream at all. He’d experienced the most gratifying pleasure that was brought to him by … by Luke, his late father’s sex slave. Jake almost gagged at the thought.

Jake shot out of his bed, grabbing his jeans and buttoning his shirt as he rushed to the door. He had a hunch that Luke had attempted to flee and two things whirled in his head — one, that his brothers had captured him and were now giving him the most heartless punishment …

… and two, which shocked him, that he was infuriated at Luke’s ploy. Somehow he felt cheated. How dare Luke do something like that to me! Jake felt like thrashing the guy himself instead of letting his brothers do it.

* * * *

Luke stood in the corner of his small room, across from the door, clasping his hands between his legs, his body trembling.

The merciless brothers had forced the jeans down his legs and ripped them away, and then torn the seams of Jake’s T-shirt. Neither Seth nor Craig had bothered to ask him to take it off. They liked to see him writhe in agony as the tattered tee was pulled away from his body, cutting Luke’s skin, leaving it red and abraded. He slowly curled up against the cold floor with his back to them, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to keep in the tears. His lips tightened to suppress sobs.

But Craig wouldn’t let Luke alone. He barked an order to his brothers who jerked Luke back on his feet at once. Seth took Luke’s hands and wrenched them away from his body, while Luke tried very hard to pull them back. Horror filled his mind heard Craig’s heavy strides heading around toward his back.

Luke didn’t dare lift his face, though, and his eyes only caught the oldest Welther’s feet, so he missed Craig releasing his belt until it snaked from his hand, tip grazing the floor on the edge of Luke’s sight. Luke twisted in Seth’s grasp, weeping and pleading. Please, please. Not like this. Craig Sr. had never done this to him. He often threatened it, yes, but could often be dissuaded by a pathetic gaze.

 

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Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

 

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