House of Erotica House Party

House of Erotica House PartyAs part of the House of Erotica House Party, I’m going to dish the dirt on my single-author collection, We Love Lucy. Here’s the blurb:

House of Erotica brings you a thrilling collection of Lucy Felthouse’s best erotic fiction. From BDSM, M/F to F/F, this extensive range of exciting stories will leave you desperately wanting to read on…

Stories included: While The Boys Are Away, Beside The Seaside, The Inner Circle, Susie White and the Right Hand Man, Punish Me Good, Trophy Boyfriend, On the Prowl, A Stroke of Peach, Double Vision, Miri on the Wall.

There really is something in this collection for everyone. While the Boys Are Away, Beside the Seaside and The Inner Circle are all hot lesbian tales. Susie White and the Right Hand Man is a sensual fairy tale. Punish Me Good and Trophy Boyfriend are kinky fem-dom stories. On The Prowl is a saucy ménage.  Double Vision is a military erotic story. And finally, Miri on the Wall is rubenesque.

And here’s a sexy excerpt from While the Boys Are Away:

“C’mon,” said Amelia. “Let’s go get showered while the boys are doing their cavemen piece.”

Gemma giggled. Her boyfriend Rob and Amelia’s bloke Tony were hunkered over the barbeque, desperately trying to get it to light. The breeze wasn’t helping, and the boys were getting increasingly irritable. It was time to make a hasty retreat before they started beating their chests.

The girls dashed into their respective tents and grabbed their stuff. As they started walking across the campsite to the shower block, Amelia said quietly, “I don’t know why we can’t just go to the pub, like normal people.”

“Heard that!” yelled Rob, glowering at them both. The girls scurried quickly away, not wanting to incite any more of the boys’ wrath.

Pulling the door shut behind them, Amelia remarked, “Ahh, it’s lovely and warm in here. Ya can’t beat a heated toilet block.”

“Too true,” responded Gemma, moving over to the sinks to put her things down. She looked around, checking that they were alone.

“Now, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Wha—” before she could ask the question, Gemma had depressed the tap, filled her hands with water, and thrown it at Amelia.

“You bitch!” Amelia squealed, running over to Gemma. She began to tickle her, knowing the other girl would be helpless with giggles in a matter of seconds.

As she tried to block Amelia’s onslaught, Gemma sucked in a breath and gasped, “I thought we were going for a shower.”

Relenting, Amelia said, “You’re right. We were.”

Dropping a kiss on Gemma’s tousled head, she grabbed their stuff and headed for the biggest shower cubicle. Her lover followed, almost recovered from her giggling fit. Sliding the lock home, Gemma turned, only to see that Amelia was already stripping.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Gemma said, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Shut up and get undressed,” Amelia responded, grinning at her. “We can’t be too long, or the boys’ll send a search party. Remember last time?”

Gemma laughed as she thought about the last time they’d come camping. The girls had been making love in the shower when they heard a knock at the door and a childish voice call out their names. It turned out that Rob and Tony had sent the little girl from the pitch next door to see if they were okay. Little Amy was very confused when both girls emerged from the same cubicle, and they’d had to come up with some lame excuse about Amelia having tangled her hair in her necklace.

Luckily, Amy had been young and naive enough to swallow their excuse. The boys had never been any the wiser. Still, they didn’t want to take any chances, especially since it could be the campsite warden knocking on the door next time, and they’d have to come up with a watertight excuse to fool an adult.

Kicking off her shoes, Gemma undressed. All the while she watched Amelia, whose nipples, despite the heat in the room, were hardening. Gemma expected it was due more to arousal than the temperature.

Reaching out a hand, Amelia switched on the shower then ducked back quickly. The water pounded down into the tray, and seconds later steam started to fill the air. Amelia tested the heat and, satisfied, stepped in. Gemma quickly joined her, but not before retrieving her bottles of shampoo and shower gel from her bag.

Dropping the containers onto the shelf behind her girlfriend, Gemma happily let herself step into Amelia’s embrace. They stood there for a few seconds, not moving, letting the water pummel and heat their skin.

Check out the buy links for this collection here.

Other House of Erotica titles I have published are: On the Prowl, Punish Me Good, While the Boys Are Away, Susie White and the Right Hand Man, Smut in the City, Smut by the Sea, Uniform Behaviour, Flesh Spills and Secret Thrills and Absolute Valentines.

Sunday Snog – Miss Pemberton’s Drawers

Sunday Snog

Miss Pemberton's DrawersHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, Miss Pemberton’s Drawers, which appears in the Xcite Books anthology of the same name.

Careful not to crush her with his weight, Owen leaned down and captured Miss Pemberton’s swollen mouth in a kiss. Her eyes fluttered open and he saw them crinkle at the corners as she eagerly reciprocated. It was a chaste kiss—both of them were too breathless for anything more, and soon Owen pulled away and rolled onto the table next to her. She twisted her head to look at him, and they grinned at one another, basking in the afterglow of their respective orgasms.

After a few minutes, when he’d regained his presence of mind and the ability to speak, Owen said, “So, er, Miss Pemberton, was this a one-off thing, or what?”

“Bloody hell, don’t call me Miss Pemberton, you sound like one of my pupils! It’s Sally. And actually, if you’re willing, I was wondering if you’d like to check my drawers on a more regular basis.”

Owen laughed. “Is the sky blue? Though maybe we shouldn’t make fucking on school property a regular occurrence, eh? I need this job.”

“Agreed. Next time, Mr. Caretaker, you’ll have to make a home visit.”


Check out the blurb and buy links here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

Another Review for Ditched!

DitchedJust spotted online, this quickie review of my first m/m erotic story, Ditched. If you love military gay stuff, you’ll love this. Hopefully 😉

Here’s what Day Dreaming had to say:

“It was fast paced and so hot that it even had me panting. I would have loved for this story to be longer to see how this could have developed into an actual relationship. All in all, I enjoyed this short story which satisfied my reading habit.”

Check out the full review here.

Grab your copy of Ditched here.

Sunday Snog – Ditched

Sunday Snog

DitchedHere’s a saucy snippet from Ditched, my first m/m story, which was released on Wednesday, and got a silver star on All Romance eBooks in less than 12 hours!

“Well,” Scott said, his grin widening, “that’s very interesting.”

“It is?” Stone frowned, still half-expecting the other man to punch him in the face. He’d never shown any inclination toward homophobia before, but then Stone had never told him he liked men before.

“Yes,” Scott moved closer still, until they were almost toe-to-toe, “because I happen to bat for both sides, too.”

Stone’s jaw almost hit the floor. Of all the words that could have come out of the other man’s mouth, he was not expecting that particular combination. He couldn’t believe it—Scott liked men, too? The blond, blue-eyed, muscular, towering hottie was bi? And even more strangely, it appeared that Scott was interested in him, too. Either that or he’d suddenly forgotten about the unspoken personal space rules between people who weren’t intimate.

“Y—you do?”

Instead of replying, Scott slipped his hand behind Stone’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. Stone’s semi immediately snapped to attention, and after spending a couple of seconds wondering if he’d somehow fallen asleep and was dreaming, he returned the other man’s kiss. A thought popped into his head that they might be caught—and the consequences would be so severe they didn’t even bear thinking about—but then he shoved it away, reasoning with himself that they were the only people on the plain for miles, and if the helicopter approached, they’d hear it before they could see it. Therefore, the people in the chopper wouldn’t be able to see them, either. And by the time they could, the two men would be standing meters apart, acting normal. Probably.

Having put his mind at rest, Stone relaxed and allowed himself to fully enjoy the kiss. And what a kiss it was. A combination of having fancied Scott for ages; thinking it would never happen because the other man was straight; and the fact they were effectively making out in work time made an already super-hot kiss positively explosive. His cock pressed insistently against the inside of his boxers and combats, a firm reminder he hadn’t used it in a while.


You can get your hands on Ditched here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

New Release: Ditched – My First M/M!

DitchedSo, what an exciting day. First, my Avengers Assemble DVD turned up (and yes, I just watched it), and now my first ever m/m story has been released. Yes, Ditched is a m/m military erotic short story, set on Salisbury Plain, England. Given my love of all things military, I guess it makes sense that my first gay story was about Army men 😉

Here’s the blurb:

Private Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?

And an excerpt:

“This can’t be fucking right!” said Lance Corporal Michael Scott, checking his map for the umpteenth time.

“I can assure you, Scott, that it fucking is,” responded his colleague, Private Damien Stone. He nudged the other man, pointed to a place on his own map, then raised his arm and indicated a rise in the ground in the near distance.

“See, that’s that long barrow, so we are in the right place.”

Looking at the barrow—one of the many on Salisbury Plain—then down at the map, and finally at his compass, Scott had to agree.

“So where the fuck are they, then?”

Stone had no answer for that one. He looked up into the lightening sky, which in the distance was being slowly tinged with pink, but saw no sign of their pick-up helicopter. Straining to hear even the faintest sound of rotor blades, Stone remained silent. Hearing nothing, he shrugged.

“Dunno. Perhaps we got the time wrong, or something?”

“I hope not, otherwise they’ve gone without us!”

“Nah. We’re early, if anything. The sun’s only just coming up.”

Sighing, Scott stuffed his map and compass into a pocket, and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find somewhere to shelter. I don’t like the look of that.”

The that he was talking about was an ominous-looking black cloud being buffeted in their direction by the wind, which was picking up rapidly.

“With you on that one.”

On an unspoken command, the two of them immediately split up and started to look around for somewhere they could keep out of the wind and imminent rain. It wasn’t long before Scott shouted out, and Stone immediately turned and headed in the direction of his colleague’s voice.

When Stone arrived, Scott had already removed his backpack and dropped it into the ditch he’d found and was striding down the slope to join it. Luckily, there’d been no rain over the past few days so the ground was dry. If the coming rainstorm ended up being heavy, it was entirely possible they’d get wet arses, but for now at least they’d be reasonably comfortable.

Following his colleague’s example, Stone shrugged off his pack. Turning, he saw that Scott was standing with his arms out, ready to catch it. Tossing it, he gave a curt nod of thanks before heading down into the ditch.

Once there, he saw that some scrub covered a couple of sizeable rocks, meaning that they would at least be able to sit down. It would have to rain pretty damn hard for the water level in the ditch to get as high as the top of the rocks, so they’d be all right until the chopper arrived.

He hoped.

Want to bag this hot military story? Check out the buy links here – I’ll add more as they become available.

Fun on the South Coast

Hi all, I’m back from my trip to Brighton for the UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet. Both Brighton and the Meet were fabulous, and I’m still recovering from lots of travel and a bulging inbox. I’ve now sorted out photos, etc, and am now ready to blog!

So, here goes:

The UK GLBTQ Fiction Meet

The reason I was in Brighton in the first place, the UK Meet was a place for readers and writers of GLBTQ fiction to meet, exchange ideas, show off their work and skills, and so on. I took part in three events: a reading of 150 words from the beginning of a story, a panel on LBTQ fiction and a talk on marketing. All were fun, but I must admit to being relieved when my last panel was finished so I could just relax and enjoy the day.

Also, as a result of being involved in three sessions, I didn’t get to sit in on many panels. However, over the course of the day I got some questions answered, was asked some questions, met some cool people, talked to people I already knew and just generally had fun. I was also paid a very high compliment about my work. A person who shall remain unnamed came up and said that they never read lesbian fiction, it wasn’t their thing,  but when I read my 150 words out, they got goosebumps. I was silent for a second, then said thank you about a dozen times because I just didn’t know what else to say. It was a massive compliment and put a silly grin on my face!

Overall, it was a very worthwhile day. Fun, informative, well-organised (thanks, organisers – you did a super job!) and definitely worth attending. Happy news is that next year’s meet will be in Manchester, which is easier for me to get to. Plus, hopefully I’ll be able to drag my buddy Victoria Blisse along with me! 😉

Brighton

Gorgeous seaside town. I didn’t see nearly as much of it as I would have liked, but I saw enough to make me want to go back. The town is big and quite spread out, so there’s plenty of walking to be done. I’m not much of a shopper, but it’s a good place for shopping. I visited my usual haunts, i.e. Waterstones, Paperchase, sex shops, chocolate

shops. But I also did the seaside thing of visiting the pier (but I don’t look down. Hate it!!), eating candy floss, playing on 2p machines, eating fish and chips, and so on. I even took a photo of the dodgems as a nod to my story, Dodging, which appears in Smut by the Sea. And if we do a second volume, I have some inspiration, too! 😉

The road between the campsite we used and the town took us straight past Devil’s Dyke, which is part of the South Downs Way – another reason I want to go back. That, with the town and the close vicinity of lots of country houses and the like, mean Brighton is definitely on my list for a longer visit in the future.

Other

I also sneaked in some novel research on the way home. I visited Cliveden (albeit briefly) to go in the maze. I have a maze scene planned into my novel and wanted to get some ideas. It proved fruitful! 🙂 I took plenty of photos and had a good think about the scene – hopefully it’ll be as fun to write as it was to visit the maze!

In other news, I have a new release in two days! My first m/m erotic story, Ditched, is released on Wednesday by Resplendence Publishing. I can’t wait to see what people think – I hope they like it!