Sunday Snog – Garden of Eden

by | Aug 18, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

HIS: Manlove EditionHere’s a very sexy snog from my m/m BDSM erotic romance story, Garden of Eden. It was just released as part of the HIS: Manlove Edition anthology from Evernight Publishing. Enjoy!

Instead of replying, Dale pulled Lee more tightly to him and kissed him. It was closed-mouth for barely a second, then both men parted their lips, eager for more. Lee put his arms around Dale’s neck, holding them both steady as their tongues battled, danced, explored. The younger man was blissed-out and overwhelmed all at once. Sensations battered him—arousal, ecstasy, a frisson of danger as Lee’s stubble brushed against his skin, reminding him that their union would not be all sweetness and light. It would be new, different, exciting and no doubt challenging.

He couldn’t wait to get started. He poured everything he felt into the kiss, hoping to say to Lee with his lips and tongue everything he couldn’t voice. He was on a natural high, he felt good, so damn good. Every nerve ending was alight, every millimeter of skin aching for more, his cock pressing so hard, so insistently against the inside of his boxers and trousers that he thought it might figure out how to undo the zip by itself.

Lee’s cock was much the same, an iron bar of need pressed against his groin, making him want to drop to his knees and take it in his mouth, worship it, love it. But that would come in time, he knew it would. It had to.


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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!

New Release: HIS: Manlove Edition

by | Aug 16, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to be a part of this m/m erotic romance multi-author anthology from Evernight Publishing – HIS: Manlove Edition. Here’s the skinny:

Strength. Power. Experience. There’s nothing like a man who knows how to get what he wants, both in and out of the bedroom. And these dominant alphas want nothing more than to please and possess the men they love. No kink is too risqué as these men ensure their lovers never want to be anywhere but under their command.

Come and find out how good it feels to be HIS.

Be Warned: m/m sex, BDSM

5 Author Erotic Romance Anthology

In His Name by Nicola Cameron

Garden of Eden by Lucy Felthouse

This Stage of Life by Giselle Renarde

Campaigning for the Billionaire by Noelle Keaton

Date with a Stranger by Pelaam

And here’s a snippet from my story:

As Dale approached the club, with its two burly and slightly threatening-looking doormen, he almost turned and walked away. It was just too much, too extreme. Somehow, though, he forced himself to put one foot in front of the other and continue right to the door, then, with a nervous smile at the bouncers, headed inside. He paid his cover charge and declined the offer to put his jacket in the cloakroom. There was every chance he was going to chicken out at some point this evening, so he didn’t want to run off, only to realize he’d left his coat behind. Especially since said coat contained his car and house keys, his phone, his wallet…

Plus it helped him hide a little. It covered him from neck—chin if he pulled up the collar—to ankle, secreting his black jeans, black t-shirt and the skinny body beneath them. All anyone could really see was his shock of black hair, his piercing green eyes ringed with eyeliner, fine bone structure and, right down there, his black platform shoes. Dale was a Goth, and proud of it. He got it, understood it, therefore he could deal with it.

What confused him, though, what he didn’t get, were the urges, the dark thoughts that had led him on his journey to Garden of Eden, his local BDSM club. He’d almost died of embarrassment when he’d searched online to find it and hoped to God no one would ever check his browser history.

It was a double whammy, really, the fact that he, a twenty-one year old virgin, wanted not only to be dominated, but to be dominated—and fucked—by a man. He’d taken some time to come to his conclusions, hence the fact he was twenty-one and still had his cherry. He’d never been one for hasty decisions.

And now he was here, at Garden of Eden, to do something about his desires. Of course, he could have gone on the Internet, filled in a profile, listed his wants, his preferences, his experience—well, lack of it—but he hadn’t wanted to do that. So many people online were not truthful. They hid behind their screens, their keyboards, pretending to be something they weren’t. Dale wanted something real, something honest, and he believed the way to get that was to meet people, people with his desires, face-to-face. That way he could assess their body language, their words. Lying is so much more difficult in the flesh.

He wanted transparency, something real and true. And he really hoped he would get it in this place. Even if he didn’t, though, he was confident he’d get an education.

He headed through the busy club, squeezing past people dancing, talking, or in much more intimate positions. No one here was too full on—there was lots of kissing, some groping, and a man being led around on a lead, but it was all pretty mild. The research he’d done online had told him that the more hardcore action took place in rooms off to the sides of clubs. All clubs were different, naturally, but many had rooms with varying equipment in each, catering to the specific needs of the patrons. He figured it would take some time to figure out his own specific needs, but perhaps if he managed to find a Master, he would help Dale to work all that out. He hoped so, anyway.

Eventually he reached the bar, where a shaven-headed guy in obscenely tight trousers and a tucked-in, unbuttoned shirt that flashed his entire chest, was shaking up a cocktail. He gave a short nod to Dale to acknowledge he’d seen him, then moved back over to the customer he’d been taking care of and served them their drink. He popped a straw into the glass, then took the customer’s money with a broad grin. As soon as he’d given the cocktail purchaser their change, the barman headed straight over to Dale.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, welcome to Garden of Eden. What can I get you, first timer?”

Sold? Grab your copy here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/his-manlove-edition/

Add it to Goodreads here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18306737-his

Out Now, Coming Soon and Various Updates

by | Aug 7, 2013 | | 0 Comments

As well as Testing Tom and A Taste of Paris, I also have another new title out. My smutty erotic story, Drawing a Crowd, was just released as part of The House of Erotica Summer Scorchers Collection:

A collection of three summer-themed erotic stories by Nicole Gestalt, Lucy Felthouse and Angela Sargenti. These fresh summer tales are sure to get you all hot and bothered.

Jungle Calls by Nicole Gestalt
On their wedding anniversary Samantha and Brian find a slightly different way to cool off.

Drawing a Crowd by Lucy Felthouse
When Samantha eats an ice cream on a tourist boat off the coast of Zante, she drives some of her fellow passengers wild. Years later, she uses her ice cream eating skills to snare herself some hot guys and tests her lips and tongue out on them, too.

Ellis in Wonderland by Angela Sargenti
Josh invites his college roommate, Ellis, down for the weekend to let him meet a young woman he knows and wants to share with Ellis.

More info, excerpt and buy links here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-house-of-erotica-summer-scorchers-collection/

*****

Next up is my second m/m piece (don’t worry, there’s more in the pipeline), Garden of Eden, a BDSM erotic romance. It appears in the HIS: Manlove Edition anthology from Evernight Publishing, coming 15th August:

Strength. Power. Experience. There’s nothing like a man who knows how to get what he wants, both in and out of the bedroom. And these dominant alphas want nothing more than to please and possess the men they love. No kink is too risqué as these men ensure their lovers never want to be anywhere but under their command.

Come and find out how good it feels to be HIS.

Watch this space for buy links, etc, when the book’s released.

More info and excerpt here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/his-manlove-edition/

*****

On the 23rd August comes my first novel. Sort of. I co-authored it with Lily Harlem, so it’s half mine. Grand Slam is book one in the Raw Talent series – a series of sports romance novels. This book is a BDSM erotic romance, with a hero to die for. We’ll also be doing a blog tour with this book, so keep an eye out for that:

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

More info and excerpt here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

*****

On the 20th September, my Rubenesque erotic romance novella, Mean Girls, is released. I love this story – it was so much fun to write. And the hero’s a total hunk, too.

Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.

As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.

You can pre-order this from Amazon already! https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/mean-girls/

*****

As for updates, well, I sold my first novel, Stately Pleasures to Xcite Books. I’ve signed the contract and hopefully it’ll be released towards the end of the year. I’ve also had my short story, Clipped, accepted for publication in Best Bondage Erotica 2014!

Also, Smut Alfresco had an awesome review from Erotica Revealed, where my story was chosen as the favourite. Whoop!

I’m sure there’s more, but I’ve forgotten in the excitement. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, because the very fact I’m excited is excellent 😀

Guest Blogger: Tyler Robbins

by | Aug 6, 2013 | | 0 Comments

Aftermath: Guts and GloryBlurb:

When the brother he idolized is killed in action in Afghanistan, Kyle Barrett is rocked to his core. With his only confidant gone, Kyle struggles to deal with the loss, while fighting to keep his hidden sexuality a secret from his parents.

If only he didn’t have to face them alone.

Army veteran, Ryder Bishop has returned from his final tour in Iraq, when severe PTSD forces him to seek help through a new counseling program back home in Texas.

Just when Ryder thinks he’s reached the end of his rope, he meets Kyle, and their lives take a remarkable turn.

Can the grieving brother and damaged soldier find the peace they so desperately need? Or will they become another statistic when the aftermath of war hits too close to home?

They might have shipped the soldier home, but his demons have come with him.

******

Adult Excerpt:

Kyle took a deep breath to steady his excitement then slowly unfastened Ryder’s jeans. He pulled them down just a bit, low enough to remove the semi-hard cock from Ryder’s boxers. The shaft stiffened in the palm of Kyle’s hand, and he liked the feel of the delicate flesh against his own skin. He slowly tightened his gripped and began to stroke.

“Shit.” Ryder moaned again, and rolled his hips.

Kyle watched Ryder’s expression as his movements hastened. Ryder, this strong, mountain of a man, who dominated the basketball court, and practically mopped the floor with Kyle every time they played, literally melted in Kyle’s hand.

Exhilarated by that extra confidence, Kyle found the courage to take the next step. The natural step he’d wanted to take since he first laid eyes on the other man’s cock. Kyle licked his lips, then flicked the head of Ryder’s dick with his tongue.

Ryder shuddered.

Kyle lapped the salty surface of Ryder’s crown then encircled it with his lips, until he lowered his head, and drew half of the fleshy shaft into his mouth.

“Fuck.”

Kyle’s ears rang, and his heartbeat boomed like a bass drum inside his head. The more he sucked in, the louder Ryder’s groans became, thrilling Kyle even more.

Ryder made a hissing sound. “Careful with the teeth.”

Kyle corrected his technique and covered the thick shaft with his lips instead, then dove back down for another plunge.

“Mmm.” Ryder bucked his hips, forcing himself deeper into Kyle’s mouth. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Kyle’s eyes watered as Ryder’s cock bumped the back of his throat, flooding his mouth with Ryder’s salty-sweet essence.

Ryder grasped the back of Kyle’s head and shoved himself in harder. “Feels so fucking good.”

Kyle gripped the base, and used his hand to jack Ryder off as he continued to suck and lick, until Ryder abruptly pulled back, and stopped him.

“What?” Kyle’s mind whirled, and he fought to take Ryder’s cock back into his mouth.

Ryder’s stomach muscles rolled, and his breathing deepened. He inhaled deeply before speaking. “You’ve seriously never done this before?” Disbelief resonated in his tone.

Was he serious? He’s asking this now? “Never.”

“Shit.” Ryder licked his lips, his eyes glazed over. “So that means,” Ryder skimmed his thumb over Kyle’s tingling bottom lip, “nobody’s ever done it to you either.”

Kyle drew in a deep breath, doing his best not to bust a nut just at the thought of it. “No.”

A gleam sparked in Ryder’s eyes “Lie back.”

Chills wreaked havoc across Kyle’s flesh. Oh shit.

Ryder’s eyes danced back and forth as though searching Kyle’s for an answer to a question he hadn’t bothered to ask. His brow bunched, and he eased closer. “Just don’t forget to breathe.”

Links:

Evernight Publishing
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Tyler Robbins Author Bio:

Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that gray hair is merely God’s graffiti!!

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/author.tyler.robbins

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo

More Hot Ice from Lily Harlem

by | Jul 2, 2013 | | 1 Comment

High-StickedHIGH-STICKED

LILY HARLEM

Available from:
Ellora’s Cave
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Hey Lucy, thank you so much for inviting me over today to chat about my new Hot Ice novel, High-Sticked. For anyone not familiar with this series I should point out that all books are stand-alone reads and can enjoyed without having read any others in the series. This is particularly true of High-Sticked if you are a fan of male/male erotic romance -though if you have read the previous book, Teamwork, you will have met one of the heroes, Todd ‘Pretty’ Carty already.

When I finished writing Teamwork I had a sense of having left Todd dangling a little, he was more than a secondary character, he was one of the players lucky Fiona gets to bed simultaneously. But there was a great deal more on the cards for him, his character demanded more of me which is why I gave him his own book.

High-Sticked is my first male/male novel, though I have dabbled with m/m sex scenes in the past (The Glass Knot being one of them) so I wasn’t daunted by the challenge. What I did have to work on was thinking like a man, talking, acting, being a man in my head as I wrote. The last thing I wanted was for the protagonist, Matthew, to come across as girly. He’s anything but with his super-short hair, wide shoulders and resistance to showing his emotions. He’s also not one to be pushed around, having had to face gay slurs growing up he’s learnt how to handle himself.

The other thing I had to take into account was what a hot topic gay athletes are at the moment in the US. Here are just a few links to recent articles

The Onion

http://www.theonion.com/articles/report-nhl-actually-has-had-hundreds-of-openly-gay,32639/

Reuters

http://www.reuters.com/article/2013/04/30/us-nba-gay-nhl-idUSBRE93T18220130430

The New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/12/sports/hockey/nhl-announces-initiative-in-support-of-gay-athletes.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0

The N.H.L. has also recently formed a partnership with the You Can Play Project http://www.youcanplayproject.org   – an advocacy group pledged to fighting homophobia in sports – to plan training and counseling on gay issues for its teams and players. Not only that G-Force is a hockey team where every players is gay http://www.gforcesports.org/home.html . By writing High-Sticked I really wanted to show my support of gay athletes and how much I believed a player’s ability to show skill and substance on the ice has nothing to do with who he loved off it. In High-Sticked, the same as real life, being gay is of no consequence to my heroes ability to score points and be the best of the best. I wasn’t writing a polemic, not by a long-shot, but I do hope High-Sticked is romantic, entertaining, sexy and real.

Thank you for reading. You can find out more about all my Hot Ice books here http://www.lilyharlem.com/hot-ice.html and if you want some eye-candy, check out my High-Sticked Pinterest board – http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/high-sticked/

Lily x

High-Sticked is Book #5 in Lily Harlem’s popular HOT ICE series – http://www.lilyharlem.com/hot-ice.html. All of these sexy hockey books can be enjoyed as stand-alone stories though if you read them in the order you’ll meet the hero of each next book as you go along. High-Sticked is the only M/M in the set and follows the story of Rangers player Todd Carty and professional photographer Matthew Foster. It’s hot, it’s spicy and is sure to hit the spot!

Blurb

Dating Todd “Pretty” Carty was a trailblazing, headline-grabbing ride that shocked and divided a team, a sport and a nation. While controversy ruled, our feelings exploded and we couldn’t deny the desire that sizzled between us. Nothing, however, was easy outside the bedroom. Not when my world-class, fearless athlete wanted to shout from Everest that he was in love with another man.

But laying my heart on the line and having my picture dominating the papers was worth it. Everything about Todd turned me on. His bold hockey skills, his courageous attitude and the way he melted in my arms when I kissed him. I melted too, because he knew how to press my buttons, remind me of the man I used to be and take me to those places where ecstasy ruled.

The world might have trouble accepting us, but we’d committed to each other, mind, body and soul, and nothing could change that.

*****

He looked so damn sexy standing next to the bed. Tall and broad but with a certain vulnerability about him that made me want to get all alpha and protect him. Though I knew that with those fine muscles of his and that sharp speed he needed no physical protection. But I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to make things right for him—more than right, perfect.

I stepped up to him, my cock already swollen well past a semi. “Lift,” I said, gripping the base of his jersey.

He raised his arms and allowed me to peel it over his head. I dropped it to the floor where it landed silently.

His chest was beautiful. I’d seen it many times on the shoots, but now I didn’t need to disguise the lust or admiration in my eyes. Now I could feast on the sight of his dark little nipples that were small and permanently erect. Stroking my hand over his sternum, I circled each one in turn. Felt him tremble beneath my touch and heard his sigh when I brushed over the slightly pliant stalks.

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” I breathed.

He didn’t answer. I guess he’d heard it enough times before.

My cock was full-on hard now. But I was under control. I had to be, for both our sakes.

Todd wore jeans and a brown leather belt with a silver buckle. Luckily my hands were steadier than the tripping of my heart as I released the clasp and popped open the buttons on his pants.

He was hard too. I could see his cock straining forward. The outline of it was visible beneath the material and the swollen head butted the tip of the waistband.

My mouth watered and my hands tingled at the thought of holding, tasting, worshipping his cock for the first time.

But that wasn’t what I had planned. Not yet, anyway.

After loosening his pants, I pushed them down his legs. It took all my willpower to leave his white briefs in place and not expose his cock, but I did it. I couldn’t trust myself. If I saw him all hot and hard then I would devour him. In one go.

He stepped out of the jeans and slipped off his socks.

I tugged back the thick navy duvet. “Get in bed,” I said, my voice husky even to my own ears.

Without a word, he slid in and lay on his back, his arms bent behind his head, his cock tenting his briefs.

He watched me as I began to strip. When I wore only my boxers, I scooted in next to him.

A small shiver moved over his body.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“Cold?”

“A little.”

I pulled the duvet so it covered both our shoulders then pressed the length of my body to the side of his. He wasn’t cold, he felt warm and solid and his leg hairs meshed with mine. “Turn this way,” I whispered. “Face me.”

He did as instructed, sliding one hand over my waist and tucking the other beneath his cheek. We were nose-to-nose.

“Remember when we first kissed on the sofa?” I asked against his lips.

“You know damn well I do.”

“Well, that’s what we’re going to do again. Only this time there’ll be no ordering me to leave.”

“If you left I’d die.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, you’re a sportsman not an actor.”

He laughed and as he opened his mouth I kissed him. Probed my tongue in and tangled it with his.

Instantly he kissed me back, a small moan filtering up from his throat and swirling out from between our lips. I ran my hand down his arm, onto his waist and stopped on his brief-covered hip. “Like this,” I murmured, “but closer.”

I tugged him toward me and he helped the movement by shuffling.

Our cocks came into alignment, only the barrier of our underwear separating them. “Matthew,” he gasped, gripping my hip the way I was his. “Fuck, you’re so hard.”

“Hard for you.” Damn, he felt good. His cock was as long as I’d suspected it would be from our brief introduction through jeans. It felt thick and wide too, a steel bar of burning rigidity.

“Feeling you against me makes my nuts so tight,” he groaned, shifting his hips so his shaft rubbed up mine on a long, concrete stroke.

I sucked in a breath of warm air. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” My balls were getting the familiar achy pressure that meant they’d be building to an explosion soon. “Lose these,” I said, plucking at the elastic waistband of his briefs.

He didn’t need asking twice.

As he pushed his down, I shoved at mine. My cock sprang free and a modicum of pressure lifted from the turgid shaft.

He gripped my hip again, tight.

I groaned and allowed the wondrous fist of desire to claim me, clamped my hand on his ass and squeezed our cocks firmly against each other.

“Matthew,” he gasped.

“That’s it. Fuck, it’s good.”

“Yes, oh god, yes. More. I want us to come together.”

“We will.” I began to shift my hips, a rhythmic grind that rubbed our cocks together, up and down. The shafts generated a scalding friction that heated with each and every movement.

He copied me, met me roll for roll, thrust for thrust. His fingers were pincerlike on my butt and his mouth covered mine.

We kissed, rubbed, slid into each other until our breaths were erratic and my heart pounded. My brain was sparking, firing from a hundred points all focused on Todd.

I wanted to reach down, fist our cocks in a clamping grip, but I didn’t. When I touched Todd’s cock for the first time I wanted to be calm and savor every moment. Right now I was on the brink of climax.

“Ah, I’m coming,” I gasped into his mouth.

“Yes, come, fuck, come now.”

Blistering pressure raced up the center of my cock, the intensity almost dragging my balls with it. I couldn’t breathe, my stomach pinched into a tight knot and suddenly it was there. A beautiful moment of fulfillment. Warm heat burst from me, another shot followed, fizzing and popping onto my stomach in a gooey slap.

A sharp cry escaped Todd and I let the sound swirl within me. He too was coming. The sound of his orgasm was gloriously uninhibited, unlike earlier when he’d tried to suppress it.

I tightened my fingers on his butt, holding him as he shook and shuddered and moaned through his release. More cum landed between us, sticky and hot, basting our abdomens.

He ran his hand to the back of my neck, supporting my nape as his tongue delved into my mouth. His breaths were erratic and noisy against my cheek. The smell of sex and cum and fresh sweat circulated upward, the stuffy air of the duvet intensifying the scent.

Suddenly hot, I flicked the covers off. A cool waft of air caressed my sticky body and I sucked in much-needed oxygen.

“That was fucking amazing,” Todd gasped.

“That was just foreplay.”

“Fuck!” He grinned and a wild, happy flash seared across his eyes.

I laughed and flopped onto my back, staring at the shadow-strung ceiling. “Yeah, fuck! Foreplay to fucking.”

*****

Lily Harlem Bio

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora’s Cave, HarperCollins, Total-E-Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeat Press. Her HOT ICE series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.

Her latest m/f novel, Breathe You In, is a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

Lily Harlem Links

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