Sunday Snog – Desert Heat

by | Sep 28, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Sunday Snog

Unconditional SurrenderIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This week, I’m sharing a snog from my upcoming m/m military novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle. It’s due for release on the 13th October, and is available for pre-order now at just $0.99/77p!

“I don’t, either,” he murmured, looking into Wilkes’ eyes. “Everything you have just said, I’ve been feeling it too. And I think the only option available to us right now is to give in to it. Give in to what we want, and go from there. The situation can hardly get more awkward, can it?”

Only if someone catches us.

The thought dissolved as rapidly as it had appeared when Rustam slipped a hand behind Wilkes’ neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

As soon as their lips touched, Wilkes knew there was no going back. Not now.

The kiss was rough, needy. Their hands wandered, grasped, gripped as their mouths battled for dominance, their gasps and groans filling the room.

Tingles erupted throughout Wilkes’ body as his brain finally caught up with what was happening. He was getting the very thing he’d been thinking about for months. Letting go of any modicum of restraint he might have had, Wilkes deepened the kiss. Tongues tangled, stubble scratched against goatee, teeth clashed, grips increased.

Blood thundering through his veins, Wilkes was utterly overtaken by lust, any thoughts of consequences chased from his mind as Balkhi gave as good as he got. Shifting his hands up to Balkhi’s shoulders, Wilkes shoved him roughly, following his backward momentum and bearing down until they were lying on the floor, Wilkes on top. Now he could feel more of the other man, more than just his lips and hands. Firm thighs and hard torso pressed against his, and between the two, an insistent cock.

More. He needed more. He grabbed the hem of Balkhi’s t-shirt and yanked it up over his head, carelessly tossing it across the room and following it quickly with his own. Leaning down, he resumed their kiss, the passion between them burning ever hotter as they enjoyed skin-to-skin contact. Now he was torn. Torn between kissing Balkhi until they were both breathless and practically coming in their pants, or pulling away once more so they could get completely naked.

Eventually he made a decision that was more to do with his cock than his brain. Rolling off of Balkhi, he began removing his clothes, knowing without saying a word that the other man would mirror his actions. Fortunately, he hadn’t done his boots up in the shower room, he’d just shoved them on his feet, and soon the rest of his clothes had joined the rapidly growing pile strewn across the floor.

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My Sexy Saturday #40 – Getting Your Sexy On #MySexySaturday

by | Sep 27, 2014 | | 0 Comments

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is getting your sexy on. I’m sharing a snippet from my M/M novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the upcoming bundle, Unconditional Surrender. It’s due for release on the 13th October and is up for pre-order now.

“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.

Shifting 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.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


Mid Week Tease: “He certainly wasn’t going to fantasize about what he’d seen” #MWTease

by | Sep 24, 2014 | | 5 Comments

MidWeekTease2Hi everyone,

Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. From this week I’m going to start teasing you with snippets from my M/M military erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, which is part of the upcoming Unconditional Surrender bundle. It’s due for release on the 13th October and is available for pre-order at just $0.99/77p!

Unconditional Surrender“No,” Wilkes replied, mirroring the gesture, “after you.” He told himself it was just his upbringing and his Britishness making him so polite. It was nothing to do with the fact he saw an opportunity to see how Balkhi’s backside looked in his combats. Really.

Balkhi conceded, stepped out in front of Wilkes and strode over to get some food. Wilkes followed, checking to make sure his men were too busy feeding their faces to take any notice of him. Satisfied no one would catch him, he took what he hoped was a subtle glance at Balkhi’s posterior. Damn. Just like his biceps and pecs, it wasn’t huge, but just fleshy enough to give a little stretch to the fabric covering it.

Snapping his gaze back up to a more respectful place, Wilkes stored the image in the back of his mind, telling himself that was it. He’d seen all he needed to see now, and he was going to stop looking, stop even thinking about looking. And he certainly wasn’t going to fantasize about what he’d seen. It was stupid of him to have even sneaked a peek, to have fed the silly crush he seemed to be developing.

Taking his food with thanks, he returned to the table, resolving to sit somewhere else tomorrow. He couldn’t very well bugger off today, as it’d look weird and rude, but from the moment he left the mess he was going to be strictly professional when it came to Balkhi. No more chatting about backgrounds and personal stuff. Just work, work, work.
That’s what they were both there for, after all.

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

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Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway from Unconditional Surrender! #mm #military #gay #romance

by | Sep 22, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Hi everyone,

Desert-Heat_teaser1Here’s a delicious treat for you all… an exclusive excerpt from my m/m military erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, which will be released on the 13th October as part of the Unconditional Surrender boxed set. Be sure to pre-order your copy now to ensure you get it at a bargain price, as we’ll be raising the price after release. When you’ve checked out the excerpt, be sure to scroll down and check out the giveaway details, too!

 

Excerpt:

Closing 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.

Shifting 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. Working his throat around Balkhi’s cock, he hoped it would be enough to make him come. His hands now free, he reached down and began teasing Balkhi’s balls, rolling them gently in the soft sac, tugging, squeezing lightly. A strangled sound came from above, and Wilkes smiled in his head.

 

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Lucy x

25% Rebate on Totally Bound Books at All Romance eBooks! #erotica #romance #mm #military #gay #bargain

by | Sep 11, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Hi everyone,

I do like to share a bargain! So here I am. During the month of September, you can bag a 25% rebate on all Totally Bound titles on All Romance eBooks. This includes my m/m military erotic romance short story, Letters to a War Zone. OR you can grab this story and five others in the Stand to Attention anthology.

Here’s the skinny:

Letters to a War ZoneLetters to a War Zone

When lonely insurance broker, Bailey, gets himself a new hobby, he ends up exchanging letters with a war zone. But he’s not expecting what happens next…

Bailey Hodgkiss is lonely and dissatisfied with his boring life as an insurance broker. In an attempt to insert some variety, he signs up to a website to write to serving soldiers. He’s put in touch with Corporal Nick Rock, and over the course of a couple of letters, the two of them strike up a friendship. They begin to divulge their secrets, including their preference for men.

Nick encourages Bailey to add more interests to his life. As a result, Bailey picks up his forgotten hobby, photography, and quickly decides to team it up with his other preferred interest, travel.

Booking a holiday to Rome is his biggest gesture towards a more exciting existence, and he eagerly looks forward to the trip. That is, until Nick says he’s coming home on leave, and it looks as though their respective trips will prevent them from meeting in person. Is there enough of a spark between them to push them to meet, or will their relationship remain on paper only?

Grab it from All Romance eBooks here, or see all other retailers here.

Add the book to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20722128-letters-to-a-war-zone

Stand to AttentionStand to Attention

‘Almost’ by Sean Michael

Hammer let Lane drive him away, but now he’s determined to make Lane the one who almost got away.

Lane lost his legs while saving his unit overseas. It’s been two years and he’s doing his best to come to terms with things, including the fact that he dumped his lover to free the man up from being stuck with a gimp for the rest of his life. Luckily, Lane inherited his Gramps’ cottage — it just needs some renovations to make it wheelchair friendly. He’s determined to make the best of what he’s got.

Hammer was one of the men Lane saved… and his lover while they were in the army together. He let Lane drive him away back when the man first got hurt, but now he’s hunting Lane, determined to make Lane the one who almost got away. Will Lane be able to see past his legs far enough to realise Hammer’s in it for the long haul?

‘On the Home Front’ by Jambrea Jo Jones

Forgiving yourself is the hardest battle…

Peter “Bulldog” Jakes killed his mother. People tell him it isn’t his fault, but he is just as guilty as if he pulled the trigger. Bulldog knew being in the Army Special Forces would eventually hurt his family.

Moby Edwards’ heart aches for his First Sergeant and he wants to help, but Bulldog blows him off — every time.

When Bulldog is forced to take leave, Moby follows, but will things out of their control ruin what could be the healing power of friends turned into lovers?

‘Who Dares Wins’ by Lily Harlem

When secret service becomes not so secret servicing by not one, but two sexy soldiers, Ken learns that dreams can come true in explosive style!

Waiting for my SAS husband Jack to come home safe and sound is always a gut-wrenching, heart-twisting time. I have no idea where he is, what jungle swamp he may be lying out in or desert he might be marching across.

So naturally when he returns to me, our emotions can’t fail to run hot and our lust for each other cranks up to sky-high levels. But the one thing about Jack is he lives for the extreme and seizes the moment. I really should have known what would come of me telling him my wildest fantasies.

Oh, yes, he’s a guy who gets results…and when he brings home his colleague Slider, equally tough, equally rough, the pair of them can’t fail to hit the target. That target happens to be lucky old me and I head off on the ride of my life…

Reader Advisory: This book contains D/s elements and a MMM ménage.

‘An Act of Duty’ by Elizabeth Coldwell

When duty becomes mixed up with desire, can a battle-scarred soldier leave behind the horrors of war and enter a world of fantasy and fulfilment?

For Corporal Mark Stockdale, a trip to Amsterdam won’t just provide some much-needed R and R away from the horrors of the Afghanistan battlefield — it’s also a way of keeping a promise to a fallen comrade. But violence has a way of seeking Mark out, even in the most peaceful of locations, and when he stops for a drink in a quiet bar, he finds himself stepping in to help its owner, Robin Sneijder, fight off a group of opportunist thieves. Robin shows his gratitude, and Mark is stunned by the depth of the passion between them, and when Mark wakes in the night from a vivid nightmare of the attack that killed his best friend, Ozzy, Robin is there to comfort him.

Robin seems like the perfect partner, and what started as an act of duty turns into an unforgettably erotic encounter. But when Robin confesses he has an overwhelming urge to submit to a hunk in army uniform, Mark is not sure whether he can put aside the realities of war and fulfil his new lover’s most cherished desires. Can he separate fact and fantasy, and give Robin the domination he craves?

Reader Advisory: This book contains graphic descriptions of a roadside explosion, and acts of domination and submission between men.

‘Trusting the Army Captain’ by Noelle Keaton

When it comes to choosing between advancing his career in the army or being truthful with the man he loves, Patrick learns everything ultimately boils down to trust.

Ambitious army captain, Patrick Bosworth, is eager to advance in his career so that he can live up to his family’s distinguished legacy. But having been passed over for promotion to major twice already, Patrick fears his career has stalled. He worries he’ll never match the accomplishments of other family members, especially his brother, a Bronze Star recipient recently promoted to lieutenant colonel.

When a superior office suggests a way to get the promotion that involves gathering information on a fellow army captain in the Medical Corps, Patrick reluctantly agrees to participate. He regrets the assignment almost immediately, especially when he falls for Craig, the guy he’s supposed to be investigating.

When he forms a passionate and intense bond with Craig, Patrick finds it difficult to separate where his professional obligations end and his personal feelings begin. After working for so long to prove himself a worthy member of his accomplished military family, Patrick has to decide if finally finding the love of his life is worth sacrificing advancement in the army, or even giving up his career itself.

‘Letters to a War Zone’ by Lucy Felthouse

When lonely insurance broker, Bailey, gets himself a new hobby, he ends up exchanging letters with a war zone. But he’s not expecting what happens next…

Bailey Hodgkiss is lonely and dissatisfied with his boring life as an insurance broker. In an attempt to shake things up a little, he signs up to a website to write to serving soldiers. He’s put in touch with Corporal Nick Rock, and over the course of a couple of letters, the two of them strike up a friendship. They begin to divulge things that they perhaps wouldn’t have said in person, including their preference for men.

Nick encourages Bailey to add more interests to his life. As a result, Bailey picks up his forgotten hobby, photography, and quickly decides to team it up with his other preferred interest, travel.

Booking a holiday to Rome is his biggest gesture towards a more exciting existence, and he eagerly looks forward to the trip. That is, until Nick says he’s coming home on leave, and it looks as though their respective trips will prevent them from meeting in person. Is there enough of a spark between them to push them to meet, or will their relationship remain on paper only?

Grab it from All Romance eBooks here, or see all other retailers here.

Add the book to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20491009-stand-to-attention

 

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

In the Pages of a Good Book is One!

by | Aug 29, 2014 | | 0 Comments

Blog-Invite-300x264In the Pages of a Good Book is celebrating its one year anniversary! Congratulations!

The celebration involves a blog hop around the theme of friendship. So I’m going to share a little snippet from Letters to a War Zone, which is an m/m military erotic romance novella. As the title hints, my characters write to each other, establishing a good friendship long before they even meet in the flesh…

*****

“Hi,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t really sound as high-pitched as it had seemed to his own ears. “Great to see you. Come on in. Do you have any more bags I can get from the car for you?”

“Hi, Bailey. Great to see you, too. And nope, this is it.” He stepped over the threshold and put his case and bag down next to him, then held out his hand.

Bailey closed the door and took Nick’s hand, and they shook heartily. It felt odd, doing something so normal, so innocent as shaking hands, when what Bailey really wanted to do was something much ruder. Nick was even hotter in the flesh than he was in his photograph, and his looks, voice and personality combined were perfection. Then he had to go and wear the damn uniform, didn’t he? He could admit it only to himself, but deep down, part of the reason he’d started the whole pen pal thing in the first place was because he was a fan of men in uniform. And Nick was most definitely a fine example.

“Run out of clean civvies?” he said, before he could stop himself. Why? Why had he drawn attention to the uniform? Idiot.

Nick laughed. “Not quite, but as you can see, I’ve packed light and I wanted to make sure I’ve enough clean clothes for tomorrow and for the holiday. I may have to find a launderette at some point while we’re away.”

“So you’re wearing the uniform all day?” Now his voice definitely had a higher pitch than it should do.

“Yeah, why? Have you got a problem with it?”

“N-no, quite the opposite, actually.”

*****

I hope you enjoyed that snippet! If you want to check out the rest of the book, go here. And add it to your Goodreads shelves here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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