Dungeon Crawl #16 #dungeoncrawl

by | Jun 25, 2014 | | 1 Comment

candles-600pxWelcome to the Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

This week, I’m sharing another snippet from my co-authored novel, Grand Slam, to extend that awesome Wimbledon excitement – the lead male, Travis,  is a top tennis player. I co-wrote this super-hot sports romance with my good friend, Lily Harlem. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

“Just feel,” he whispered, hovering his lips over mine. “Endorphins are rushing into your bloodstream, giving you a natural high as pain alerts your nerve endings that something exciting is happening.” He slid his free hand up my back, tracing the outline of my spine through my blouse.

I breathed in the air he was breathing out, warm and sweet. The scream of hurt in my scalp made me want to wriggle but being held so firmly and confidently kept me still. The heat of the discomfort slipped down my nape and neck and over my shoulders, then combined with the lovely sensation of him stroking my back.

“Can you feel it?” he whispered. “Pain mixing with pleasure, the lines between the two blurring.”

I could feel it with every fiber of my being. My skin was alive with awareness, my breasts were heavy and desperate for stimulation, and between my legs I was buzzing for action. Good, hard man action, preferably of the naked, sweaty variety. “Yes,” I gasped.

He adjusted his hold on my ponytail of hair, stepping the pull up another level.

“Ouch.” I fisted my hands against his chest. “Travis, please, let me go.”

“If you promise me one thing.”

“Ow, yes, come on.” I squirmed against him. That really did bloody hurt now. “What?”

He shut his eyes, sucked in a breath. Pushed harder into my body as he squeezed me closer.

Even with the distraction of having my hair yanked I could make out his now completely solid erection. “Travis!”

“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.

Want more? Grab your copy of Grand Slam here.


Sensual, Sinful Chocolatey Indulgence is Here

by | Jun 24, 2014 | | 1 Comment

Hi everyone,

The rumours are true… More Smut for Chocoholics is now available!

This melting hot anthology contains my sexy F/F tale, Dip it Low. Here’s the blurb:

More Smut for ChocoholicsYet more Tales of Sensual, Sinful Chocolately Indulgence is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Tilly Hunter with assistance from Kev “Mitnik” Blisse.

More Smut for Chocoholics is all about over indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors.. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

More Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Tilly Hunter, Victoria Blisse, Aurelia T Evans, Lucy Felthouse, Ruby Madsen, Jacqueline Brocker, James McArthur, Vanessa de Sade, Wendi Zwaduk, Jillian Boyd, Nicole Gestalt, Slave Nano, Annabeth Leong and Anna Sky.

And don’t you just loooove that cover?!

Grab the book here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/more-smut-for-chocoholics/

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Taking Eve by Tina Donahue (@tinadonahue)

by | Jun 23, 2014 | | 4 Comments

Taking EveBlurb:

A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…

Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draws Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he looks remarkably like her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her.

Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave. The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all.

Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.

Available from: http://www.ellorascave.com/taking-eve.html

*****

Excerpt:

Eve was still bathing when he came for her. A man whose presence she’d frequently felt. A stranger she’d often seen riding past this cottage, his steed magnificent, a sorrel with a startling white mane and tail.

At those times, she’d noted the man’s well-defined features, noble bearing, the way his attention had focused on her alone. How his gaze had lingered and possessed, warming her skin, calling to everything female within her, demanding her submission. She’d given it, not moving, scarcely drawing a breath, her work forgotten.

Nothing except him had mattered.

Not once had he spoken or made a demand. During his increasingly prolonged observations of her, he’d been content—or obliged—to do no more than look.

Now, she saw the rope he held in one gloved hand.

Eve’s belly fluttered.

The ends of the rope jumped as he moved past the doorway, his height requiring him to stoop to avoid striking his head. He wore no top hat. Snow dusted his dark hair and shoulders. His ankle-length cloak was of fine black wool, lined with fur, his eveningwear consisting of a dark coat cinched at the waist and trousers of the same color. Fresh milk couldn’t compete with the flawless white of his vest and cravat, tied perfectly about his throat.

He closed the door, bolting it against interruption of what he was about to do.

The thought of it—and the metal’s sharp clack—caused Eve to start. Her pulse pounded fiercely. The candles Mrs. Trumble had lit stopped flickering at the wind’s departure. A few stray snowflakes floated in the air.

Eve felt none of the chill that he’d brought inside, only intense heat, spreading from her chest to her belly and cunt, then to her neck. Her throat tightened, not allowing her to make any sound as he stopped just short of the tub. Close enough for her to see his lushly lashed eyes, of the purest blue, more glorious than any sky.

He regarded her naked breasts to the exclusion of every other part of her and spoke for the first time. “Pull back your arms and arch your back. Present yourself to me.”

His voice was quiet yet commanding, smooth yet rough with arousal.

Unsteady with desire, Eve did as he wanted. She had no other choice. She wanted none. With her back arched and her arms drawn back, she lifted her breasts in offering.

He studied the ripe globes and her tightened nipples at a leisurely pace, moving from one side of the tub to the other to get his fill.

Eve remained a silent, obedient witness to his brazen perusal. Craving and enjoying it, desire pulsing through her.

A small smile touched his lips as her breasts quivered with her quick breaths. At length, his attention moved lower, to the part of her the bath continued to hide. Its violet-scented water reflected the candles’ flames, which tinted it gold and orange. Warm colors that hardly matched the heat blazing within Eve.

“You know what to expect?” he asked.

She nodded.

“All of it?”

Eve thought not, so she shook her head.

He seemed pleased by that and began, “From this moment forward, you’re never to cover yourself in any of your Masters’ presence. Your breasts, nipples, mouth, cunt, ass and anus are ours to use as we please. Whatever we require of you, no matter how demanding or indecent, you’re to obey with the greatest haste. You belong to us now. We have your agreement. Did you make it willingly?”

Eve had.

*****

Bio:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

FB Fanpage: https://www.facebook.com/TinaDonahueBooks
Email: tina@tinadonahue.com
Website: http://www.tinadonahue.com/
Blog: http://www.tinadonahue.com/blog/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/tinadonahue
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/tina.donahue.75
Triberr: http://triberr.com/tinadonahue
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/authortina/my-books/
Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/tinadonahue
My page at TRR: http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/mypageprofile.php?location=tinadonahue
EC Author Page: https://www.ellorascave.com/index.php/authors/index/author/slug/tina-donahue/
Samhain Author Page: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/Tina-Donahue-pa-1630.html

*****

CONTEST:

Please leave a comment. Tina will be choosing one winner randomly from the comments section. The winner gets her choice of one of Tina’s backlist ebooks – FIFTEEN IN ALL – contemporary, paranormal, suspense, ménage. From this list:

1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT

2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit

3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award

4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT

5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT

6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller

7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books

8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR

9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR

10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book

11.  Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR

12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times

13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures

14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads

15. Shameless Desire – Four and Half Stars – The Jeep Diva

Sunday Snog – Sweet Spot

by | Jun 22, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Sweet SpotIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! My lesbian erotic romance novella, Sweet Spot, was released on Wednesday, so as part of the ongoing celebrations, I’m sharing a snog from that. Read on for sexy Sapphic shower snogging… try saying that fast! 😉

Instead I continued to explore her swollen folds, dipping into her molten core and enjoying the sounds she made and the wriggles that told me I was doing something right. Drawing more juices from her cunt, I spread them over her clit, which was distended, making its presence known. I began to play with it, paying attention to her reactions, figuring out what she liked, what she loved, what she was indifferent to. Learning her body, learning what would make her come apart.

Throughout, we continued kissing, her deft tongue caressing mine, exploring my mouth. Every now and again she would suck on my tongue, my bottom lip, even give the occasional nibble. I mirrored her movements, aware that they grew increasingly frantic—our mouths hungrily devouring, our fingers playing with needy pussies.

She was learning my body too. Her ministrations were sensual, erotic, yet precise. She’d quickly pinpointed the exact spot beside my clit that really got my motor revving. But instead of stimulating it relentlessly until I came, she teased me. Played me. Brought me close to orgasm, happy hormones rushing through my veins, then moved away, slipped her fingers inside me. Caressed my G-spot, coaxed more juices from me until I thought I had no more. Then started all over again. I grew lightheaded, desperate. Would she ever let me come?

Perhaps if I made her come first, once she’d ridden out her climax she’d concentrate on me and let me have my own. It was worth a try—and a damn good excuse to move things on. I could hardly wait to see her orgasm. She was beautiful already—extreme pleasure would only enhance that.

Pulling away from her lips, I leaned back a little until her face came into focus once more, and gave her a wicked grin. “Time for you to come, sweetheart.”

“And what about you?” she replied. I was gratified to hear that she sounded breathless, lust-drunk.

“After. You first.” With that, I gripped her upper arms, spun us both around and pushed her against the wall, careful to avoid the hook that held my wash bag. We’d moved mostly out of the spray now, though droplets still hit the edge of my buttocks, running into my crack, giving a little stimulation.

You can get your hands on Sweet Spot 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 #28 – Sexy Forever #MySexySaturday

by | Jun 21, 2014 | | 2 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 sexy forever. I’m sharing a snippet from my brand new release, Sweet Spot, my lesbian sports romance novella from Ellora’s Cave. I hope you’ll check it out.

At the same time I licked and sucked at her nipples, making them swell and protrude, I rocked my hips, rubbing our cunts together and stimulating us both in all the right places. I moaned against her skin as a spark of pleasure exploded through me.

Bucking up against me, it was apparent that Nadia wanted more, needed more. So I rocked my hips faster, bore down harder so we ground together almost roughly. At the same time, I became harsher on her tits, bringing her to the very edge of pain as I sucked hard at her nipples, then nipped each one in turn. She yelped. Her entire body jerked and almost threw me off.

“You little minx,” I growled, moving up her body, kissing her cleavage and décolletage before nibbling and sucking at her neck and jaw—though not so hard I’d leave marks. I didn’t want anyone asking questions, not yet. We’d go public when we were ready, and I had a feeling it was going to be pretty soon anyway. I couldn’t keep my relationship status with the most beautiful woman in the academy secret for long.

Soon my lips were next to her ear and I whispered, “I’m going to lick your pussy now. Any objections?”

“No. None at all.” She shook her head to emphasize her point, and I moved quickly down her delicious body, settling between her thighs and shoving them roughly apart. I was eager to get to her cunt, to taste her again, to make her come. Then we’d start all over again, perhaps in a sixty-nine position, or even with some toys. God, the thought of fucking her pussy with a glass dildo got me hot. Juices trickled down my thighs, and as I pulled in a breath I could smell the tangy scent of our mixed musk.

With a growl, I buried my head between her legs and began to devour her. I sucked and licked, cleaning up her juices, though I knew she would only produce more. And to me, that was beautiful. I could stay in this position for hours on end, bringing her to climax after climax, and she’d never run out of cum. It would continue to smear my lips and face, coat my tongue, slide down my throat.

Even as my libido raged, my heart soared. The future was bright, even without tennis. But with my two loves—Nadia and my career—things were going to be just great. We’d find a work-life balance and life would be perfect, no matter what it threw at us. With Nadia by my side, I could achieve anything.

You can buy Sweet Spot here.

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


I Do Like To Be Beside the Seaside – At Smut by the Sea! (@smutbythesea)

by | Jun 20, 2014 | | 4 Comments

Hi all,

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

Yes, I know, I’m terribly behind in writing and getting this post up, but I have been stupidly busy all week, what with a new book coming out, and a bazillion and one other things to do. I’m sorry 🙁 *slaps own wrist* but I’m here now, so here’s my write up of Smut by the Sea…

This year, the journey up to Scarborough was a breeze. Last year we had to leave late afternoon, which of course meant we hit rush hour traffic, and it went to hell from there. This year, the other half and I zipped away around lunchtime and pootled north east until we got our feet wet. We had a few hours wandering, playing 2p machines and buying fudge, before we convened in The Black Lion pub to start the celebrations off right! We didn’t have too late a night, though, knowing we had to be up early and reasonably sensible the following morning. After all, I had to be all editor-like, and the other half had to be a book selling maestro!

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

Saturday arrived without too much trouble, where we quickly realised one book selling table was not going to be enough – there were lots of awesome smutty books up for sale at a mere £5 each! The other half arranged them all (I don’t interfere – he likes things just so) while I wrote jazzy price labels, highlighted trilogies, exclusive tomes and encouraged folk to get their purchases autographed (what can I say – it makes us writers feel very special when we’re asked for an autograph!).

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

I’m sorry to say I missed the welcome session and the sessions from Victoria Blisse and K D Grace as I was still busy helping out on the book stall, putting swag on the lovely swag table and generally chatting with folk I see once a year if I’m lucky! By the time my session rolled around, I just about tore myself away from my lovely networking and headed in to the main room to be all editor-like. It was nerve-wracking indeed to see people sitting there who’ve been writing much longer than me and looking for editorial advice! I’d deliberately added in some interactive parts to the session so I didn’t just chat at people. Questions/prompts included:

  • Think outside the box! I shouted out several themes in turn and the attendees were to scribble down a story idea on that theme that was outside the box. The themes: seaside (well, it would have been rude not to!), alfresco, city, curvy women (or men!), lesbians (I was thinking of Sapphic Smut for this one).
  • Input time. I asked the audience to put their hands up if they knew how to double space a document and add indents.
  • Input time. What do people do, or think they should do when writing to avoid repetition.
Photo by K D Grace (used with permission)

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

There was a great deal of frowning (which I was later told was a thoughtful expression), pursed lips, “eureka” moments and frantic scribbling, so it seems my session hit the spot for a lot of people. Hopefully I armed the group with enough information to increase their chance of impressing editors in future – or at least making editors’ lives easier.

Lunchtime ensued, which prompted a mass exodus to the groaning (with weight, not disappointment!) sandwich table, where I was delighted to see Cadbury’s Mini Rolls. Loooove me some Cadbury’s. I reconvened with my book selling maestro other half to let him know how the session had gone, and he let me know how book sales were going. It seems there’s been a definite shift over the past few years we’ve been doing this – people have gone from preferring anthologies to preferring novels, so I was very glad I had copies of Stately Pleasures available 🙂

Photo by K D Grace (used with permission)

Photo by K D Grace (used with permission)

Next, Victoria Blisse started the Reading Slam, which was broken into two sessions so we could have a break in between for refreshments. I was in the last session, but went along to the first to cheer along my fellow readers, especially since there were a couple of first timers in there. Nerves were high, especially since Mistress Kay (also known as my lovely and not very scary at all friend Kay Jaybee) was dressed to thrill, armed with a stopwatch and a paddle, ready to apply said paddle to the arses of those that went over their allotted time. I think the audience enjoyed the anticipation of Mistress Kay stepping out from her podium and sidling towards the current reader as much as the readings themselves. I’m glad to report that there were some spankings doled out – namely to myself and Victoria Blisse! But I got my own back, for when Mistress Kay did her reading, I took over as timekeeper got in a sneaky thwack on her bottom! The crowd were most impressed – I don’t think they’ll forget that in a hurry 😉 It was fantastic for me to read out loud from Stately Pleasures for the first time, and I’d deliberately picked an utterly filthy bit, which seemed to go down well, if you’ll pardon the pun!

Victoria Blisse Gets Spanked! (Photo by Me!)

Victoria Blisse Gets Spanked! (Photo by Me!)

After a sad goodbye and rounds of thanks to attendees and the wonderful sponsors, other half, myself and others helped Victoria and her hubby Kev pack everything down, clear up and make sure Scarborough Library was left more or less as we’d found it.

But the fun was not over! Folk staying in town overnight headed to The Black Lion once more for (absolutely terrible) karaoke (except for Victoria and her sister, who were, um, better), lots of giggling and chatting and annoying the other punters by totally ignoring the football match. Much of what happened will stay between those four walls I’m afraid, but needless to say there was much laughter and rude talk!

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

Photo by Cara Sutra (used with permission)

And that, my friends, is Smut by the Sea in the smallest nutshell possible. My highlight, as always, was seeing old friends and meeting new ones, most especially the members of The Brit Babes Street Team who attended, where I was able to give hugs and get to know them better, after corresponding online for so long!

There is a come down after every one of these events… people not chatted to, or not for long enough, people who couldn’t make it… but the bright side is in just a few months, we’re doing it all again, but in the city. Yes, Smut Manchester is nigh! The event is still in its planning stages, but I’m already hearing whispers of fantastic sessions, cool readings and lots more naughtiness. So if you can get to Manchester, England, on 15th November, I’ll see you there!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Important info: As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. This applies to any Amazon links you click from this site.

Blog Tours