New Release: Sweet Spot

by | Jun 18, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Hi everyone,

I’m positively leaping around the room with excitement today… my second June release is now available!

Sweet Spot, my lesbian erotic romance novella, belongs to two series – Hot Pink from Ellora’s Cave, and Raw Talent. I had a great deal of writing this one. It has some crossover with the previous book in the Raw Talent series, Grand Slam, but can easily be read as a standalone title. And I still totally adore that cover!

Sweet SpotHere’s the blurb:

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?

An an excerpt:

Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”

I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,

PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.

*****

Sound like your kind of thing? Grab your copy here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

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

And, of course, don’t forget to enter the giveaway below!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


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Serial Love by Lisabet Sarai

by | Jun 16, 2014 | | 1 Comment

The Eyes Of BastThe Eyes of Bast was an experiment. I created the novella as a serial, writing and posting a chapter each month as part of my regular website update. I’ve never tried this approach before. Although I’m usually more of a plotter than a pantster, I had very little idea about what would happen next. Each month, I’d reread the previous installment, to help me maintain continuity, and then I’d just sit down and write whatever came to mind.

The process was remarkably liberating. I could set my imagination free.

The bulk of what I write is targeted for a particular publisher and often, a specific call for submissions. I usually have a predefined theme and both a minimum and maximum word count. These constraints shape my creative process. My internal editor is constantly active. Would the publisher object to this language? Was I taking too long to get to the clinch? Was my take on the theme close enough to satisfy the requirements?

With The Eyes of Bast, I was writing for my own pleasure – and of course that of my readers. The story could be as long (or short) as it needed to be. I could write sweet or raunchy, depending on my mood.  I could introduce plot twists as they occurred to me, without worrying too much about plausibility.

I was writing purely for the fun of it. What a novel concept!

I’m actually pretty pleased with the way the tale turned out. I especially like the dramatic ending, which borrows a bit from horror tales. And I’m delighted by the depths my villain ultimately revealed. I have a problem writing bad guys (or in this case, bad girls). Delphine Montserrat is one of my better evil-doers.

I hope my readers agree.

*****

Excerpt:

Go check the old elm. I swear, the voice was clear as crystal in my mind. Lack of sleep, I told myself. Or stress. The cage is still in my apartment. There won’t be anything there. But the urge to go back to the park just wouldn’t let go.

Trust your instincts. With a sigh, I turned and headed for the park, pulling my mace out of my purse as I walked.

The sky was still light enough for me to see shapes and shadows, even under the trees. As I’d expected, area beneath the elm was empty, the grass trampled from my previous visit. Of course no cats revealed themselves. If there were ferals around, they’d be hiding in the underbrush, wary of my scent and the sounds I made, despite my attempts to move quietly.

Tom wasn’t afraid of you. The thought made me ache. He’d been such a gorgeous, affectionate cat. I hoped he was okay.

“Hello.” The voice was male, low and throaty. I jumped and whirled around.

A man stood behind me, a fairly young man with sleek, dark skin and a wide, shy smile. Although his body appeared to be fit and muscular, he held himself in an awkward manner, as if he had some subtle handicap. His arms hung at his sides, his hands clenching and unclenching as though he didn’t quite know what to do with them.

I gripped my mace more tightly, although he didn’t appear at all threatening.

“Um – what are you doing here?”

“Nothing, nothing…” He shrugged and scratched the curly black locks that covered his head. “I heard your voice. I wanted to make sure you were all right.”

Had I spoken aloud? I returned his smile, still uncertain whether I should trust him. “I’m fine. Just taking a walk.”

“It’s not safe here after dark, you know.”

His earnest tone made me chuckle. I held up the can of mace. “I can take care of myself.”

Worry furrowed his high forehead. “That won’t help against some of the things that come out at night.”

A chill shot through me. I shook it away. “I was just headed home anyway.”

“Good. You should be careful.” His smile returned, melting my last vestiges of suspicion. He pronounced his English with a precision that made me wonder if he spoke something else as his native language. It wasn’t exactly an accent, but I could tell he wasn’t a native New Yorker.

“What about you?”

“Oh – I know my way around here,” he answered. He ran his fingers through his curls and arched his back a bit, as though stretching. Despite that odd awkwardness, he was lithe and graceful. A brief pang of desire shot through me. “And I have excellent night vision. Exceptionally sharp hearing, too.”

I couldn’t figure out why, but something about him felt familiar. “Have we met before?” I asked, then cringed, realizing it sounded like a pick up line. “I mean – um – I don’t mean…” Hot blood climbed into my cheeks, though the shadows were probably too dense for him detect my discomfort.

His bold laugh rang out in the growing darkness. “Maybe we have met,” he said. “I live in the neighborhood. Do you?”

“Pretty close,” I answered, alarm bells sounding in my head. No matter how handsome and charming he was, I wasn’t about to give him my address.

“Well, then, you never know. You said you were heading home. May I walk with you?” He took my arm without waiting for my permission.

“Um – actually—” His touch stopped me cold. It drove out rational thought. As if someone had turned on a faucet, hormones poured into my blood. My nipples tensed and my lower lips grew plump and slick. His fingers on my bare forearm were tipped with fire. I gasped, staring up in wonder at his strong, even features, overcome by his imminent maleness.

I wanted stretch out in the grass and pull him down on top of me. I was dying to feel his weight on my chest, his hardness probing between my thighs. Skin on skin was what I craved, with an urgency I’d never experienced in my all my twenty-eight years.

His nostrils flared and I knew he’d caught the ocean scent rising from my sex. I could smell it myself. My saturated panties and jeans were no barrier. He grinned, revealing teeth so white they gleamed in the twilight gloom. I shuddered with need, imagining those teeth tearing my flesh, and stumbled on the gravel path.

*****

Blurb:

Trust your heart. Follow your dreams.

Shaina Williams’ grandmother bequeathed her that wisdom, along with a old pendant from the Islands, carved from an ocelot’s tooth. When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she’d set in Central Park, she listens to that inner voice, She discovers she’s caged a magnificent black tom, but the cat inexplicably vanishes after she tends to his wounds. Seeking the errant feline, Shaina encounters instead a handsome stranger whose slightest touch sets her body on fire. As the day dawns after a night of ferocious passion, her mysterious lover is forced back into his true shape – the tomcat she’d rescued.

Born a cat, Tom was transformed into an unwilling shape shifter by a sorceress who craved a human plaything to satisfy her perverse lusts. Centuries old and irresistibly powerful, Delphine Montserrat will stop at nothing to find her runaway familiar. Shaina vows to do whatever is necessary to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and save the man she believes is her soul mate – even though it might mean losing him forever.

Buy Links:

Amazon UK | Amazon US

*****

About the Author:

When I was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me, fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers, heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and miraculous.

Now that I’m grown up, I create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire with its potent enchantments. In my paranormal tales, love works the most powerful magick.

Find out more about me and my books at my website, Lisabet’s Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) and my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). I also hang out on Goodreads (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai) and Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai).  I also have a VIP readers email list where I share release and contest information and run exclusive monthly giveaways. To join, just email me: lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com.

Sunday Snog – The Other Brother

by | Jun 15, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

The Other BrotherIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This week, I’m sharing a snippet from The Other Brother my M/F erotic romance novella, which is part of Decadent Publishing’s Calendar Men series.

“Okay, you’re sure, right?” he asked. “I don’t want you to feel like we’re rushing things.”

Melodie shook her head so hard she worried it would fall off. “No, we’re not rushing. Well, we are, but I don’t care. Now, kiss me, and for God’s sake, no more interruptions.”

“Yes, ma’am. You know you’re wearing far too many clothes, don’t you?”

She giggled. “So are you. But, pathetic as it sounds, I’m going to need some help,” she added, raising her bandaged hand.

“I know, don’t worry. It’s all part of the service.”

Sitting up, she allowed him to take off her top and bra, feeling a little self-conscious when he still wore all his clothes. But that would be rectified soon enough. Stripping her, he eased her gently onto the bed and began to kiss her. Relaxing, she kissed him back, pouring all her hopes and fears into the embrace.

When he broke away and started to trail his lips down her body, she called a halt. “Hey, no. Absolutely not. No more messing around until you’ve got your clothes off.”

“Christ, you’re demanding, aren’t you?” He chuckled.

“Not really. I just want to feel your skin against mine.”

“Well, when you put it like that….” Hopping off the bed, he undressed in record time then clambered back up beside her. They drank in the sight of one another’s naked bodies.

You can get your hands on The Other Brother 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 #27 – A Sexy Afternoon #MySexySaturday

by | Jun 14, 2014 | | 3 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 a sexy afternoon. I’m sharing another snippet from Grand Slam, a sports romance novel I co-authored with Lily Harlem. I thought it’d be perfect to get you in the mood for the second book in the Raw Talent series, Sweet Spot, which is due for release on the 18th June.

The engine rumbled to life and the boat began to meander out of the marina. I watched the shoreline shrink as we both enjoyed the tidbit, then I took advantage of Marie’s now relaxed demeanor and slipped my hand onto her thigh. She’d stripped to her bikini and hopped into the hot tub so fast that I hadn’t had chance to drink in the sight of her delectable body. So I decided I’d do it by touch instead.

She let out the cutest gasp then looked around. “Someone might see.”

“See what? I’ve got my hand on your leg. It’s hardly pornographic.”

“It’s always pornographic when you touch me.”

I moved my focus to the view out to sea beyond the boat to hide my pleasure at her words, and when she turned her head to look where I was looking, I let a grin spread across my face. I shifted my hand from her leg and slipped it around her shoulders, pulling her into me. She laid her head on my shoulder with a happy sigh.

“Aren’t you bothered that people will think there’s something going on between us?” she asked.

“Nah, not really. I was, but I figure if anyone asks, we just say we’re seeing each other. They’re not exactly going to start pumping us for information about our sex lives. Or at least I hope not.”

You can buy Grand Slam 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


Girl on Girl Action is Hot by Jennifer Kacey (@jenniferkacey)

by | Jun 13, 2014 | | 1 Comment

Buried PermissionGirl on girl action is hot!!! That’s right, I said it!

Girls are pretty and soft, and the connection, for the most part, is VERY different than what you’d have with a man.

When I heard about the open call from Ellora’s Cave Publishing for Hot Pink, an all FF line, I couldn’t wait to write it. I’ve dabbled in it for my Members Only Series but knew I could write something wicked hot if given the chance. Buried Permission was born and it releases today! Yea!!!

Wondering how people were going to react to this book made me think about labels. There are a billion out there and some I’d never even heard of. Lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender, bi-curious, queer, butch, dyke, femme, homosexual and OMG so many more I can’t list them all.

Want to know the only label I care about? It’s…..

That’s all that matters to me, and I wish it for everyone!!!

Thinking about all of this made me wonder what kind of numbers we have in the US so I looked up some statistics. Yes I’m a nerd at heart.

Gay or lesbian relations

2001: 40%

2014: 58%

City with the Largest Density of LGBT Population

San Francisco with 15.4% at 94,234

New York is actually 15th just because there are so many more people there. Total is 272,493

California has the largest # of Same Sex Couple Households.

19 states have legalized gay marriage – GREAT JOB!!!

31 states still have a ban on it – BOO!!!

Most shocking statistic to me?

Being lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender is illegal in almost 80 countries, and in at least five of them is still punishable by death.

OY.
Vay.

We’ve got a long way to go!! But hopefully with myself and others writing about how beautiful and wonderful it can be we’ll keep changing people one opinion at a time.

SMOOCHES!!!

*****

Excerpt:

“I want to touch you,” Kerrington admitted. “I want to feel every inch of you, naked, beneath me, over me, beside me.”

Indecision weighted heavy on Danielle’s face and Kerrington soothed it away.

“Please,” Kerrington pleaded as she kissed her throat, drawing the “V” of her T-shirt aside to kiss her collarbone, licking her skin.

“Don’t stop. I know I’ll regret this later, but I’ve loved you for so long I can’t say no.”

Kerrington wanted to stop.She knew she should and they should talk, and she had so much to tell her about the session she’s had with Dr. Mack.

But…

Good intentions flew out the window as Danielle began undressing. She revealed her belly, one tanned inch at a time as she tugged her shirt over her head. Kerrington felt like a kid at Christmas.

She attacked the button on Danielle’s shorts to release it, sliding the zipper down, letting the material fall to the ground. Danielle stepped out of them as she worked at the clasp of her bra while walking toward the couch. She unhooked it, slipping it from each of her arms looking like a Burlesque dancer, titillating with the sexy sway of her hips.

Before she could get to the front of the couch, Kerrington grabbed her, bending her, face first, over the edge of the big black armrest on the side.

The slap of her palms on the material was punctuated by, “What are you… Mmm…” Her moan as Kerrington cupped her sex made Kerrington feel like Superwoman.

Danielle’s naked pussy made her salivate.The fact that she could touch it, rub her hands all over it, and taste it… “I’ve got to taste you,” Kerrington admitted on a sexy groan. She hit her knees behind Danielle, pulling her cheeks apart. The sight of the wetness coating the lips of her sex, and watching her tiny asshole pucker in anticipation almost made her come right then. “You’re so pretty.”

It was such an understatement, but it felt like a prayer to finally get to speak it outloud.

She leaned toward her, tightening the grip she had on her ass, and Danielle arched back, seeking Kerrington’s touch where she needed it the most.

Kerringtonclosed her eyes on the first taste of her clit. She sucked it in her mouth, stretching the cheeks of Danielle’s ass so she’d feel the tightness in her pussy and her ass as well.

“Oh, God, I’m not gonna last. Please…”

Kerrington had never felt more powerful, and peaceful, and happy than in the time it took for her best friend to utter that last syllable.

“I want to make you come. I want to hear it.” She almost let her inexperience get the best of her.Instead of fumbling on how to pleasure Danielle, she did what she would have liked and treated Danielle’s body as the beautiful piece of art it was.

She ran her thumb along the lips of her sex, coating her slim digit in Danielle’s silky wetness. “You’re so wet.” She dipped the tip of her thumb into Danielle’s pussy and Danielle jerked with a groan of pleasure.

“I’m always…wet…for…you.”

Kerrington worked a thumb inside her core and Danielle’s breath caught on every shallow thrust. She grabbed a handful of Danielle’s ass, pulling it, stretching it so she could lean forward to suck her clit again. But this time she bit down, trapping the sensitive nubbin between her teeth and flicked the thousands of nerve endings attached to every pleasure center in her body.

That was all it took.

*****

Blurb:

Buried Permission – AVAILABLE ON JUNE 13th, 2014

Kerrington needed her best friend Danielle in her life. Secretly, she wasn’t just a need. She was an ache, buried so deep Kerrington couldn’t breathe without wanting her. But she’d promised her grandmother she’d make her proud and find a man to marry, to have children with, to love, to cherish…

Nothing else mattered more than following the straight and narrow path set before her. Until one night, when a simple kiss changed everything and put Danielle and Kerrington’s strained friendship into question.

Searching for answers, Kerrington finds the permission she thought lost forever—unearthed by hypnotherapist, Dr. Mackenzie Raith. Now Kerrington must convince Danielle to give her one last chance, if it’s not too late.

A Romantica® female/female erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Links

Buried Permission – Amazon
Buried Permission – B&N
Buried Permission – Ellora’s Cave
http://www.jenniferkacey.com/books/buried-permission.html

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The books in the Members Only Series can be found here…

Together In Cyn – some FF and MM
Haleigh’s Ink – some FF and LOTS of MM
A Very Menage Christmas
Duke’s Valentine

 

Jennifer KaceyJennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Website – http://www.jenniferkacey.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.kacey.7
Twitter – https://twitter.com/JenniferKacey
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Who’s Ready for the World Cup? – Scored by Lily Harlem (@lily_harlem)

by | Jun 12, 2014 | | 1 Comment

SCORED small-1Oh, thanks so much for inviting me over today, Lucy, it’s great to be here. I’m so excited about the FIFA 2014 World Cup because along with hockey and tennis, football (soccer to you US guys) is one of my favourite sports to watch – though on occasion I have been known to roll up my sleeves, show off my ball skills and get involved in the odd tackle! LOL

Scored isn’t about the World Cup but the European Cup, specifically the 2012 European Cup hosted by Ukraine. I watched it avidly and was so inspired by all those sexy athletes shooting up and down the pitch that I created an England captain all of my own – enter Lewis Tate. Yum! He’s the perfect combination of alpha male, considerate English gent and single-minded athlete.

The heroine in Scored is a sports journalist, and a serious one at that. She isn’t interested in the gossip and the scandal surrounding the players, she wants to give the lowdown on the formation, the starting line up and the on-pitch skills. Yes, of course she does, she also can’t help having a major crush on Lewis, and despite some of her Bridget Jones’ ways, it seems he kinda likes her too!

 

Blurb

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.

 

Here’s a snippet from the first chapter…

The large, golden doors of the elevator slid open and I stepped in, rattling over the rail between marble floor and green carpet. I hit level six and breathed in the waxy scent of polish.

“Wait.” Someone’s hand appeared around the shutting doors and stopped them closing. “Hang on.”

‘’Oh, sorry.” I quickly jabbed the door-hold button and the doors re-opened.

Lewis Tate stepped into the elevator holding a newspaper. He glanced at me. “Thanks.”

“That’s okay, er, which level do you want.” My heart was thudding. Gone were sleepy bedtime thoughts. Now all I could think of was that I was alone, in a very small space, with Lewis Tate, the Lewis Tate. Oh, if only time could stand still, freeze, then I could lick him all over, starting at his mouth and work my way down. See if he tasted as divine as he smelled—fresh citrus mixed with a deep base note of something like bergamot, or maybe sandalwood.

“Level eight, please,” he said, turning to face me. “Nicky.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, he remembered my name. I smiled and managed to suppress a delighted, girly giggle. “Eight, okay.” I pressed the button, relieved I’d removed my chipped nail varnish that morning and replaced it with clear.

Fleetingly I wondered if I should ask him another question about formation, or maybe something more personal like if he was looking forward to the first game. But my brain barely registered these thoughts, because as the elevator started moving, a low buzzing noise hummed around the small space.

Fuck!

The sensation of my guts pooling in my abdomen had nothing to do with the elevator taking off. Unfortunately the mechanics lifting us upward were smooth and silent and all that could be heard was an eager whirring coming from my holdall.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

The bump into the elevator must have jostled Big Ben. I wanted to be sick, let mortification eat me alive, fall through the floor, hell to the consequences. Where was a damn black-hole when you needed one?

I glanced at Lewis. He was looking straight at me, his brows raised and his lips slightly parted, as though about to speak. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he glanced down at my holdall and stared at it, as if he could see right into it.

Swallowing tightly, I gave the holdall a jolt against the floor, hoping to turn the damn rampant rabbit off. No such luck. If anything the drone increased in enthusiasm as though it had flicked itself up a speed. Big Ben was always enthusiastic, I would give him that. Though at this moment in time I wished he was the silent, droopy sort.

I buckled my legs—they felt like noodles—and tried to fight the blistering flush that was searing its way up my chest, neck and onto my cheeks. I could just ignore the sound. Hold my head high and hope that he hadn’t really heard it— either that or pray this was a bad dream.

Please let me wake up!

But it wasn’t a dream. This was real. Lewis Tate was standing right next to me listening to my vibrator having a solo moment.

I had to face the music with as much dignity as possible.

“It’s er, my…” Think brain, think. “My electric toothbrush, it has a faulty connection. Goes off on its own all the time. Drives me crazy.” I shrugged, hoping to project nonchalance.

His gaze settled on my hot face again. The right side of his mouth twitched, just a little. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” I pursed my lips, indignantly, to show I wouldn’t lie about such a thing and if he was thinking of something else he had a dirty mind.

“Well you should get it seen to.”?“I will.”?“Otherwise,” he said, folding his arms, his knuckles bulging his wide biceps outwards, “when you want to use it the batteries will be dead and you will be…”?The elevator was pinging up the floors, surely it had reached six. If it hadn’t I was just going to accept my fate and die of embarrassment. “And I will be what?”

Fuck, my voice had come out as a squeak.?He rolled his lips in on themselves and cocked his head. The buzz continued, oblivious to the acute state of discomfort it was causing.

Black Hole, I could really do with you right now.

“Because,” he said, tugging the right side of his mouth up into a definite half smile, “if the batteries wear out you’ll be left feeling very frustrated.”

How could this be happening to me? Was it some kind of sick, karmic joke to let Lewis Tate know that my only release was a vibrator? Next thing he’d know I fondly called it Big Ben—not that I was feeling fond of it right now.

Finally the screen flashed six and the elevator doors slid open with a faint whoosh.

“I will, get it seen to, that is,” I said, tilting my chin and willing my legs to work for at least another five seconds.

I stepped out, pulling my traitorous luggage with me. As it clanked over the brass bar onto the corridor carpet, the buzzing stopped.

Bloody typical.

“Good night, Nicky,” Lewis called.

I could almost hear the amusement in his voice. Well fuck him. Just because he had a super-model at his beck and call, some of us weren’t so lucky and had to rely on mechanical means of satisfaction.

Not replying to his goodnight, I stalked down the long stretch of corridor, holding my head up and forcing my shoulders down.

It wasn’t until I heard the elevator doors ping shut that I fell against the wall, dropped my head in my hands and let humiliation devour me. Crunch me up and roll me around in its jaws.

What the hell had I done to deserve that?

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Poor old Nicky, but it does get better for her, much better! Against the wall, in the bath and tied to the bed better! Here are a few reviews of Scored…

Lily Harlem’s story of a famous footballer and a hardcore sports writer is one of the best happily ever after erotica novels I’ve read.”

“Explosive, and oh my god wow, that’s all I can say. I could not put the book (Scored) down till I was finished. A must read!”

“From strangers to friendship to lovers, Nicky and Lewis were amazing. It felt like real life and I could picture all the events taking place. This is a must read!”

“An amazing story.”

“This is a must read. 123 pages of yummy goodness.”

 

And if you like Pinterest this might be right up your street… http://www.pinterest.com/lilyharlem/sexy-soccer-scored/

 

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