My Sexy Saturday #44 – A Sexy Halloween #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, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is a sexy Halloween. I’m sharing a snippet from my lesbian story, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, which is set over a Halloween weekend.

Struggling not to roll her eyes at the eternal geekiness of her beloved, Stephanie replied, “Well, I’m already feeling like that, so heaven knows what a bunch of chemicals hitting my bloodstream is going to do. I hope that bed isn’t valuable, because I have a funny feeling we’re going to break it.”

“Ooh, is that a promise?”

Stephanie didn’t reply, because they were pushing open the double doors to a reception room, which was full of other guests. A few turned to glance at the pair and gave polite smiles or nods, then turned back to the front of the room where an official looking guy tapped the top of a mike.

She and Jenny exchanged a look. It was bloody obvious the thing wasn’t switched on, and yet, he was still tapping it, blowing into the top and generally making an arse of himself. More amusing still, the room had a small enough crowd it’d be perfectly easy to hear him, anyway. He obviously just had an inflated sense of his own importance.

They both took the opportunity to scope out their surroundings. The room had beautiful fixtures and furnishings, gorgeous fireplaces and was just generally impressive. The garish Halloween decorations only slightly marred this. In fact, if the rooms were made dimmer, it was entirely possible the entire place would be pretty terrifying. Stephanie guessed that would be on the cards tomorrow when the Halloween party took place. Her mind wandered, thinking about the outfits she and Jenny had chosen for the next day, and she smirked as she thought about the reactions they’d get.

Finally, a youngish guy toward the front of the group took pity on the man in charge and reached forward to flip the microphone switch. It screeched to life, rudely yanking Stephanie out of her almost daydream. Everyone went quiet and paid attention immediately, waiting for the man to speak and introduce the evening’s entertainment.

* * *

Half an hour later, and Stephanie’s brain was in overdrive. Despite never having participated in one of these evenings before, she was a fan of quizzes, puzzles and brain teasers of any kind, so she was having great fun. Everyone had been briefed, though Jenny and she had been so eager to get going they hadn’t paid full attention. Then everyone split up, each sent off on their own quest in order to uncover the truth of “whodunit.” Stephanie, having narrowed it down to two suspects, headed to the library to check for extra clues and evidence to help her nail down the perpetrator.

You can buy Weekend at Wilderhope Manor here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


Fright Night Blog Hop #thriller #romance #erotica #gay #mm #werewolf #shifter

frightnightJoin us for a little Halloween fun in the Fright Night blog hop! Stop by each blog to check out their favourite paranormal or spooky reads and enter their giveaways!

To really whet your appetite for all things spooky, here’s a snippet from my paranormal romance thriller, Pack of Lies. Werewolves, anyone? It’s over 96,000 (plus novel) words of lies, deception and intrigue… a book you can really get your teeth into this Halloween 😉

*****

Then all they could do was wait. They had the power to initiate the change earlier, but there was no point. It was easier to wait until the moon forced them to, making the entire transition faster and much less painful.

“Okay,” Matthew said, after what felt like forever. “Here we go. See you on the other side, brother.”

Isaac nodded, and after a beat an invisible force made them drop simultaneously to the ground, their hands and knees crashing onto the unforgiving rock floor. But that was the least of their worries. Small fry compared to the agony they experienced as their bones began realigning, their muscles and tendons stretching, popping, tearing, skin stretching and sprouting hair.

Matthew wished, and not for the first time, that their human consciousness was not involved in the change. Because everything they felt, experienced as they morphed from man to wolf, was imprinted into their memories forever, and of course made them dread each and every time they changed. The pain and discomfort never got any less. The only saving grace was that the process had grown quicker over the centuries, so their agony was that much briefer.

Before long Matthew was aware he was no longer a man. He looked over at his brother, now totally unrecognizable as the tall, handsome doctor he’d been just a few minutes ago. Glancing down at his own huge, hairy paws with their long, scary-looking claws, Matthew remembered the other side of the argument. Yes, they had to endure and remember the pain they went through as they transformed, but as that consciousness remained throughout, it meant they knew exactly what they did when they were wolves and could control themselves.

Not that there was anything to control down in the caves. There was no temptation of any kind, unless you liked the taste of bats, spiders or insects. Both brothers had tried bats before, catching the darting winged creatures in strong, long-toothed jaws for entertainment value, but they’d agreed the next day that they weren’t worth the bother. They were so small and irrelevant to their huge wolves that they took more energy to catch than they provided.

And so, once they’d gone through the transformation, a night in the Stoney Middleton caves proved pretty dull. It was a means to an end, a way to let their wolves roam free without endangering anyone or risking the exposure of their secret. It was certainly better than being locked in cages. They loped around the areas of the cavern that were large enough and occasionally crawled along some of the side passages just for something to do. Neither of them found it easy to sleep in wolf form, as there was so much raw energy, so much adrenaline coursing through their veins. In a way, changing on Eyam Moor had been better because there had been room to run around, burn off some of that energy. But that wasn’t an option—especially not now.

Though they’d said they weren’t going to head deeper into the cave system, Matthew turned tail—literally—and headed across the Oyster Cavern and into Eyam Passage. He was bored, and they’d already been down there for hours—if he didn’t do something, he was going to go crazy. Continuing through foot after foot of dark, damp tunnel, he passed a turn off on the left that he knew was a dead end. He was roughly underneath the electricity substation by the side of the Eyam road by now, and he kept going. Now he was beneath the road, now the woods on the other side of it.

There was an old mine shaft that opened up in Eyam Dale, and he made for it. He had no intention of attempting to get out of it—it would be impossible in any case, even more difficult than trying to get back out of the Gin entrance in his wolf form. All he wanted was a change of scenery, an excuse to stretch his legs and something to occupy his mind.

Just then he got it. A loud scuffle from above, the sound of rocks clattering against one another, against the ground, and some swearing. A man’s voice. Christ, Tom and his gang hadn’t seriously decided to come and check on them after all, had they?

*****

Still not convinced? The book has over fifteen four and five star reviews… this isn’t your traditional romance 🙂

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Lucy x

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Mid Week Tease: “…and it was perfect. Utterly perfect.” #MWTease

MidWeekTease2Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. Here’s another sexy snippet from my M/M military erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle. It’s very hot, and follows on from last week’s snippet.

Unconditional SurrenderShifting a little to get the perfect grip, Wilkes then began to masturbate Balkhi, in long, steady strokes, squeezing just a little harder as he got to the base, releasing the tension as his hand traveled up the length. Then he reversed the technique, playing around to see what Balkhi liked best, what made him gasp, what made him moan. Everything seemed to have the desired effect, so Wilkes picked up speed and grew rougher with his strokes, delighted when more clear liquid beaded at the dark purple head.

Unable to resist, he stuck out his tongue and tasted it. A hiss escaped from between Balkhi’s teeth. Wilkes did it again, and again, poking his tongue deep into the slit, pulling out more of the salty liquid and drinking it down eagerly. God, he wanted to make him come in his mouth, make his cock throb between his lips and his balls empty their load down his throat.

Making sure his mouth was plenty wet, Wilkes licked his lips then sunk them onto Balkhi’s cock. It tasted good, so fucking good. Clean, musky, salty. Masculine. Wilkes had barely started and already he was hooked. Concentrating on the head for a while, he got it soaked with saliva, letting it dribble down the shaft and onto his fingers. Then he used his hand to pump the base while his lips, teeth and tongue teased the tip, gradually working down and down until he needed to move his hand out of the way. Continuing on, Wilkes pulled in a deep breath through his nostrils, willing himself to relax as the head of Balkhi’s cock flirted with his gag reflex. Pushing through the initial discomfort, he swallowed, taking it in, gratified to hear Balkhi’s yelp, and feel desperate fingers grip his scalp.

Fuck, he felt powerful and vulnerable all at once, and it was perfect. Utterly perfect.

You can grab your copy of Unconditional Surrender here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/unconditional-surrender/

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Sunday Snog – Desert Heat

Sunday Snog

Unconditional SurrenderIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This week, I’m sharing another snog from my m/m military novella, Desert Heat, part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle. It’s out now, and if you like a bargain, I’d recommend grabbing it now as it’s $0.99/77p, and this price is due to increase on the 21st October!

Wilkes kissed Balkhi harder, pouring every ounce of need he felt into it, gratified to feel that need returned. He reached out and grasped Balkhi’s buttocks, rutting against him. The other man removed his hand from Wilkes’ cock and echoed the movement, allowing their shafts to rub and press against each other. Slicks of pre-cum painted their torsos, but neither of them cared.

Twisting his head away, Wilkes murmured, “Rustam? Get the condom and lube. I need to fuck you, now.”

“You need to fuck me?”

Wilkes quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah? Why?”

“Well, what about me?”

Chuckling, Wilkes said, “We’ll have to take it in turns. You like it both ways, huh?”

Balkhi nodded.

A growl rumbled low in Wilkes’ throat, and he gave a sharp nip to Balkhi’s earlobe. “That just makes you even more perfect.”

“If you get to go first,” the Afghan replied, “then you have to promise you’ll let me go right after you. I already feel as though I’m going to explode.”

Wilkes nodded frantically. Honestly, he’d have sold his granny to get his cock inside that delicious arse at that moment. “Okay, okay. Get another condom and lube out of my bag then, so we’re ready. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

A flurry of movement, and Balkhi was back, a grin on his face. “Here,” he said, tossing the items onto Wilkes’ chest. “Now hurry. Please.”

Wilkes didn’t need to be told twice. Sitting up, he grabbed his cock, stroking from root to tip a couple of times, before grabbing a foil packet and opening it. Discarding the wrapper, he rolled the protection on, closing his eyes for a second as he heard a gasp from Balkhi. God damn it, if he carried on like that, he was going to come before he even got inside him.

You can get your hands on Unconditional Surrender here.

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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 #43 – A Sexy Thriller #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, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is a sexy thriller. I’m sharing a snippet from my M/M novella, Desert Heat, part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle, out now. If you like a bargain, I’d recommend grabbing it now as the price will go up on the 21st October.

The Afghan strode into the room, then spun on his heel, his eyes flashing. “Shut the door, Hugh. We need to talk.”

Wilkes did as he was told, trying not to pay any attention to the weird feeling he’d gotten in his gut when Balkhi called him by his first name. The feeling intensified when the rest of what he’d said sunk in. We need to talk?

“O-okay. What about?”

Balkhi let out a heavy sigh. “You are not a stupid man, so please do not behave like one. We need to talk about… whatever is going on here.”

Crossing to his bed, Wilkes dropped heavily onto the mattress. “Yeah. You’re right. But the trouble is, I have no idea what to say.”

Much more gracefully, Balkhi sat down at the other end of the mattress. “I don’t, either. But we cannot go on like this. People are going to notice, and that won’t be good for either of us.”

A smidgen of relief wormed its way into Wilkes’ brain. That was positive, at least. Balkhi understood the dangers of this… thing… between them, so he wasn’t about to demand they go public and start wandering around the Afghanistan desert hand-in-hand.

You can buy Unconditional Surrender here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


Mid Week Tease: “Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax and let his brain do what it wanted.” #MWTease

MidWeekTease2Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. Here’s another sexy snippet from my M/M military erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle, which came out YESTERDAY! It’s available for just $0.99/77p! If you like a bargain, though, be sure to grab it quick as there will be a price increase on the 21st October.

Unconditional SurrenderClosing his eyes, he forced himself to relax and let his brain do what it wanted. Naturally, it veered straight back to Balkhi. Balkhi as Wilkes had first met him, in dish-dash and flip-flops. Balkhi in British Army uniform and sturdy boots. Finally, Balkhi in nothing but a smile, his long, lean body hard and tempting. His dark skin shone in the light, shifting over muscles and sinews as Balkhi waited for Wilkes to make a move.

“Touch your cock,” Wilkes said in his fantasy, while in real life his hand tugged down his boxer shorts and released his own. “Touch it for me. Stroke it. Squeeze it.” Each sentence mirrored his own actions, and within seconds his shaft was as hard as fantasy-Balkhi’s, which was now tipped with pre-cum.

Balkhi did as he was asked, his long fingers wrapping firmly around his dick, shifting up and down. The skin around his knuckles paled slightly as he obeyed the last command—squeeze it. His pupils were so large that his eyes looked almost black, and his bottom lip jutted out temptingly as he panted. Wilkes wanted to nip it between his teeth, make Balkhi gasp with the sharp bolt of pain, then pull the plump flesh into his mouth and suck it all better.

Remembering it was all in his head and that he could do whatever the hell he damn well wanted, Wilkes acted on his impulse. Balkhi tasted and felt as good as he looked, and Wilkes pumped his cock harder and faster, wishing he didn’t have to keep quiet. Not that anyone would do anything if they noticed what sounded like come-noises emanating from the boss’ tent, but no doubt he’d have the piss taken out of him at some point for being heard tossing off. And, knowing his luck, they’d bring it up in front of Balkhi, and then Wilkes would die of embarrassment on the spot.

Dropping to his knees, Wilkes hurriedly shoved Balkhi’s hand away from his shaft and took a moment to study it. Just like the man it belonged to, it was not too big, not too small, and yet far from average. Circumcised, the head was fully visible; nothing was hidden beneath folds of skin. Reaching out, Wilkes wrapped his fingers around it, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face as it hardened further beneath his touch.

You can grab your copy of Unconditional Surrender here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/unconditional-surrender/

And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22763272-unconditional-surrender—an-m-m-military-bundle

Don’t forget to check out all the other blogs taking part!