The Smut and Magic Extravaganza!

I’ve only just had chance to sit down and write about the fantastic launch which took place last Saturday. Luckily, I’ve had some fabulous guest bloggers to keep you entertained!

So, 27th October brought the Smut and Magic Launch to Sh! Hoxton. And what a night it was! Myself, Victoria Blisse and K D Grace shared the launch, with myself and Victoria launching Smut in the City, and K D launching Lakeland Heatwave Book 2: Riding the Ether. There were readings, there were prizes, there were laughs, and of course, goodies and fizz!

It all started out with a mad dash across London which always happens, no matter how early we set out! We managed to get into the hotel room and back out again in around 20 minutes which is amazing considering I had to get changed and put makeup on. Then we headed up to Hoxton and the Bluu Bar where we all converged, and I lubricated my throat with a couple of vodka and cokes 😉

Jo Takes ChargeThen it was over the road to Sh! where we had a lovely warm welcome from the Sh! Girlz, as always. Jo quickly took charge, handing out balloons (which I’ll explain later) and helping us give out smutty sentences for the giveaways. Fizz and whoopie pies were consumed and soon it was time to begin.

Victoria Reads from Smut in the CityThe lovely Jo introduced the launch and the books in question, and then it was time for the readings to begin! My fellow Northern Bird and partner in crime, Victoria Blisse read some of her story from Smut in the City. It’s set in Manchester and is all about a dull conference and what a couple of attendees do to liven it up. As usual with Victoria’s writing there were funny parts which brought laughs from the audience.

K D Reads from Riding the EtherK D Grace then went all spooky on us by reading a passage from Lakeland Heatwave Book 2: Riding the Ether. It was sexy, saucy, ghostly and demonic, and that’s all I’m saying. I’ve read the book so I, of course, knew what happened but it was still fab to hear it read out by the author in her usual engaging way.

Then, a break. Sh! Lady Renee (who sadly couldn’t be there with us that evening, and was sadly missed) had arranged a Sh! giveaway, whereby we all had a balloon each. Each balloon contained a raffle ticket. Jo drew a ticket and the corresponding ticket popped from a balloon was the winner. And would you believe the winner was…. me! I won a gorgeous Sh! pack with love balls, lubes, massage oils and other luscious goodies – thanks Ladiez!

I honestly don’t remember if we also drew the other raffle at the same time, so I’ll tell  you about it now anyway. Victoria, K D and I all contributed prices to two giveaways, as well as sponsorship from our publishers (thank you Xcite Books and House of Erotica!) which enabled us to also giveaway some Sh! vouchers. We’d all selected sentences from our work, which Victoria kindly printed and brought with her. One sentence was given out, and the other popped into the draw bag. Jo again drew sentences and two lucky winners were presented with their prizes; vouchers, sex toys, books, author swag and much more.

Me Reading from Smut in the CityNext, it was time for my reading from Smut in the City. My tale is set in Rome, which I visited in May. I told the audience this, and the fact that the story was further proof that I’m getting to the stage where I can turn almost anything into a story. I also emphasised that although the story is based in truth (i.e. the setting), I did not, in fact, have sex in the Colosseum. I don’t think anyone (except for the one person that can verify the truth) believed me, but oh well! Anyway, I started to read my tale and although I definitely had not intended certain parts of it to be funny, the filthy minded audience giggled anyway, which of course started me off. Then almost any word or sentence that could be construed in a naughty way, was! I punished my misbehaving listeners by stopping before I got to the sexy part 😉 Ha!

Q & AFinally, K D gave the audience the choice of two readings. The majority voted for the demony part, which I thought was rather fitting, considering how close it was to Halloween. She wrapped it up and then we had a Q&A session. We had quite a few questions from the crowd, which was great. And also lots more laughs! I also signed several copies of Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea (which Sh! also have in stock, as well as Uniform Behaviour, if you’re in the area and want a copy!) which always makes me smile.

Then it was off for dinner and more drinks in Byrons burger bar, just down the road. The fun didn’t end until the wee hours of the morning, and I think everyone was glad that the clocks changed and gave us an extra hour to sleep!

So, to wrap up, I’d like to say a huge thank you to Victoria and K D for being my partners in crime. Many, many, thanks to the girls at Sh! for being such wonderful hosts. And last but not least, thank you to friends, husbands, partners and new friends for attending and supporting us. I appreciate every one of you.

P.S. More thanks to R, especially since I stole some of your photos to add to this blog post 😉

A Display of Our Books

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!

Three New Releases!

Phew! What a busy day – I have three new releases. I’m excited to announce:

Raising the BarRaising the Bar, which is my first release with Decadent Publishing and is part of their The Edge series, which is basically super hot erotic short stories. Here’s the blurb:

When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.

That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?

More info, excerpt and buy links: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/raising-the-bar/

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Miss Pemberton's DrawersMiss Pemberton’s Drawers, which is a six-story erotic anthology from Xcite Books, which contains my eponymous story. Here’s the blurb:

An Xcite Books collection of six erotic stories with mixed themes including contemporary, m/f, menage, CP, bondage and BDSM.

Miss Pemberton’s Drawers by Lucy Felthouse

After leaving the Armed Forces following an injury which left him unable to serve on the front line, Owen is now working as a caretaker in a school. The role is pretty uneventful, but he just wants something to keep him going while he decides what to do next. When the holidays arrive, Owen realises how quiet the place can be when no one is around, but at least he can get on with his job undisturbed. However, when he discovers the hot young art teacher working in her classroom, he realises there are perks to working during the school holidays.

Dinner Break by Ariel Graham

Shelly’s first science fiction convention as an assistant for a small press sees her working the book dealers’ room in a totally unique way. When the dinner break means the room’s mostly empty, and the curtained storage area where extra books are kept means privacy, she takes advantage of the situation to go fangirl on her favourite writer – who turns out to be a fan of Shelley’s.

Suitable Punishment by Abigail Thornton

When Lisa Rawlins’ laptop captures two of her work colleagues discussing what they’d like to do to her, she is appalled. However, after thinking through the situation, Lisa realises she has been presented with an unmissable opportunity; to enact a fantasy with Flynn, a man who is unable to refuse her chosen punishment. Flynn submits to Lisa but it is the return of Hansard, who chose to resign rather than succumb to Lisa’s dirty demands, which gives the opportunity for Lisa to enact her most-secret desire.

Ideal Homes by Tilly Hunter

Amy’s looking for a house to buy after moving to a new town for work. The fact her estate agent is hot is an added bonus. But after one drunken fumble with the gorgeous Michael, she can’t work out how to tell him she prefers her men tied to the bed and eager to please. Fortunately for her, the ideal opportunity arises when he takes her to see a house and she finds two sets of handcuffs in place in the master bedroom. And it turns out Michael is more than happy to play the submissive. The pair find themselves in a sticky situation with the unexpected arrival of the property owner – but he has a proposal of his own for Michael.

Elevator Pitch by Zara Stoneley

Charlotte’s business is in trouble, but she isn’t sure she wants a partner until Martin Sanders walks in and won’t take no for an answer. So she challenges him to deliver an elevator pitch that she can’t resist. He’s got until the elevator gets to the top floor to sell himself, to make her want him enough to hang around and find out more. What he delivers isn’t quite what she expected, but it certainly leaves her begging for more and agreeing to his proposal to thrash it out in the boardroom.

A Night Off by Jenna Bright

All Hannah wants after a really long day is the chance to spend the night in one of the luxury suites of the hotel she works in. She wants to relax in a hot, deep bath, and sleep all alone in a king-sized bed. But her plans change when a beautiful, sensual couple arrive late at night wanting to book out the last available suite. They make her an offer: is she willing to share her night off with them?

More info, excerpt and buy links: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/miss-pembertons-drawers/

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Anita and Angie Get WetAnita and Angie Get Wet, containing five lesbian erotic stories taken from Lipstick Lovers (which is coming next month).

An Xcite Books collection of five lesbian erotic stories with mixed themes including f/f, contemporary, BDSM, fem dom and rubenesque.

Anita and Angie Get Wet by Alex Jordaine

The last thing Angie wants to do on this rainy night is visit her stepmother, a woman she can’t stand. Angie’s lover, Anita, taunts and teases her unmercifully with lurid accounts of the raunchy things she’ll be doing in Angie’s absence. Angie becomes thoroughly juiced-up as a result of Anita’s efforts, as indeed does Anita herself. Angie wonders desperately if there might be a way she can get out of the visit she’s dreading and instead stay in and have hot sex with Anita. Her lover shows her the way – outrageously.

Lucky Charm by Kate Dominic

When it’s ten below, where would you rather be – shopping for pretty things or out on the ice while your sporty girlfriend indulges in a spot of competitive fishing? Luckily, there are ways a pampered princess can heat up even the coldest places, and prove she’s Maribelle’s lucky charm in more ways than one.

Fine Print by Emma Lydia Bates

Getting lost coming out of a meeting leads Lily unexpectedly into a beautiful but dilapidated room that’s being restored. It isn’t the room that interests her though, but the woman redecorating it. When the door is locked behind her, it’s the cue for Lily’s most private fantasies to be explored.

A  Change of Heart by Lucy Felthouse

When Alexis’ friend Kelly asks her to go to an aerobics class with her, she’s dead set against the idea. Kelly’s very persuasive, though, and eventually Alexis gives in. Once there, she immediately feels out of place amongst all the skinny, attractive girls in their tiny outfits. The instructor, Zoe, is even worse. With her athletic figure, bouncy ponytail and gorgeous smile, she’s perfection personified, and she makes Alexis sick. There’s no way she’s going to come back to the class – it’s just not for her. After meeting Zoe properly, though, Alexis has a sudden change of heart.

Back to Square One by Angel Propps

A young woman from a small town finds out making it in the big city and making the grade at her university is not as hard as she thought it would be after she steals a coat belonging to womanising professor Louise Hall. Louise tracks her quarry through the crowded city streets and when she catches her she gives her a tough lesson in public sex and submission, but she is about to learn a lesson of her own because her prey is a hunter too and she knows just how to snare the elusive Louise.

These stories have also been published in Lipstick Lovers.

More info, excerpt and buy links: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/anita-and-angie-get-wet/

Happy Reading! x

A Sexy Snippet from The Look of Lust

The Look of LustI’m continuing to highlight some of the stories I have in anthologies as they don’t usually get as much exposure (if you’ll pardon the pun) as my single-author stories. Here’s an excerpt from my story, Farm Hand, which appears in Xcite Books anthology The Look of Lust, which also contains my story, Spa Daze, under the name of Louisa Harvey. Enjoy! :)

As Ramona made her way down the gravel track, she spotted some farm buildings. Glancing down at her map, she nodded. Her route would take her right through the farm yard and then the public footpath continued over a stile into the adjacent field.

She just hoped she didn’t meet any hostile dogs. Or geese. She shuddered. Geese could be vicious creatures.

As she drew closer to the yard, Ramona could see someone hefting bales of hay off a truck. She sighed with relief. At least the farmer would be able to control any unruly animals.

As he turned to place a bale on the ground, Ramona saw the man in profile. He was younger than she’d expected. Much younger, in fact. As his powerful body moved beneath his clothes, Ramona watched, open-mouthed. All thoughts of scary dogs and geese were erased from her mind. She was still drawing closer to him, though her steps were stealthier now. Ramona didn’t want him to know she was there just yet. She was enjoying the flex of his muscles far too much to want to disturb him.

By now, Ramona was close enough to make out his features. Mmm, she thought, he is absolutely not your typical farmer. This guy is hotter than the surface of the sun.

Stopping, she stood at the end of the lane, still within the cover of the trees and hedges lining it. The farmer continued working, his big body heaving the hay around as though it were feathers. It didn’t look as though anyone else was around. He unloaded the lorry without pausing. The only telltale sign of his exertion was the sweep of his sleeve across his forehead, mopping up the sweat that threatened to trickle down his face.

Ramona was in danger of some trickling of her own, only much lower down. Then, just as she thought she’d better get on with her walk, the farmer stopped. Ramona froze, thinking he’d seen her lurking in the shadowy lane. He hadn’t. It appeared the beating sun and his workload were getting to him.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he tugged it up over his head, then balled it up and tossed it into the cab of the truck. Ramona suppressed a lusty moan. Hotter than the surface of the sun had been a completely apt description.

The farmer’s long lean body tapered down into narrow hips, from which hung loose combat trousers. They were slung so low that she could see the line of dark hair running from his bellybutton southwards.

Completely oblivious to his appreciative audience, the farmer carried on with what he’d been doing. Now he was moving the bales into a nearby barn. Ramona drank in his every detail: the dusting of dark hair on his broad chest; his muscular arms; handsome face and ohhh – she bit her lip as he bent over – his tight arse.

Any minute now and his wife was going to come out with a cool drink, Ramona was sure of it. There was no way a man this attractive hadn’t been snapped up. She waited. Nobody came.

By now, she was getting really rather agitated. Her lusty behaviour meant the gusset of her knickers was wet. It stuck to her skin, and her pussy ached. She stuffed her hand between her thighs and squeezed them together, hoping the friction would provide some relief. It didn’t.

Across the yard, the hard-working hunk wiped his brow again, then glanced at his watch. A surprised expression crossed his attractive features. Ramona checked her own watch. Lunchtime.

There were only a few stacks of hay left sitting on the concrete to be taken into the barn. Ramona could see what was going to happen. He was going to put the last few bales away and head in for lunch, leaving her there, insanely horny and with no chance of relief. She wasn’t even half way through her walk, so it wasn’t as if she could rush home to stroke herself to climax.

Ramona’s brain whirred, flicking through a multitude of devious plans, none of which seemed plausible. The sweaty sex god was now walking out of the barn once more, having deposited his last load. He moved in the direction of the farmhouse.

Ramona’s hormones took over and forced her brain into a quick – probably quite reckless – decision. Stepping out of the shady lane, she pretended to turn her ankle and went down with a loud yelp, her map slapping down on the concrete next to her.

Turning at the sound, the farmer couldn’t help but see her hunched on the floor, clutching her ankle. He ran over, muscles pumping and flexing as he moved. Ramona swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. She was going for damsel in distress, not drooling mess.

‘Hey, are you OK?’ Stupid question aside, the farmer’s deep, seductive voice made Ramona hot. She wanted him. If he turned her down for whatever reason, then fine. She’d just have to go home and wank herself silly. But she was going to give it her best shot.

He crouched beside her, hands already reaching for her “injured” ankle. He wore no wedding ring. Adrenalin pumped through Ramona’s body and her heart fluttered in her chest. Then she mentally shook herself. That didn’t mean a thing. He probably didn’t wear it for work in case he lost it. Or perhaps he had a girlfriend, but wasn’t married yet.

When he touched her, Ramona’s brain promptly disengaged from that thought process.

‘Ooh,’ she moaned, then remembered to sound uncomfortable, rather than aroused, ‘ouch. I turned it on a stone or something.’

Want to find out what happens next? Grab your copy of The Look of Lust here. It’s a bargain, and you get five other sexy stories, too! Even better, one of them’s mine, and another is by Victoria Blisse! 😀

New Release: An Executive Decision by Grace Marshall

An Executive DecisionA hot romance novel – first in a series of three.

Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?

When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passion in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?

Amazon UK
Amazon US

Excerpt here: http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/books/an-executive-decision/

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Grace Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.

Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. An Executive Decision, the first novel in the trilogy, will be available soon at all your favourite book sellers with lots more romance served hot to follow in the near future.

Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace, writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.

Find Grace here:

Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/GraceMarshallRomance

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/GM_Romance

Sunday Snog – In Search of Bookcases

Sunday Snog

Cougars and JackalsHere’s a saucy snippet from my story, In Search of Bookcases, which is a hot older man/younger woman story featured in Cougars and Jackals, from Xcite Books.

I simply stared at him.

‘Come on, Sophia. Help me out here. I went to all this trouble to get you here, the least you could do is let me know if I’m barking up the wrong tree or not. I thought you liked me, but my radar could be off.’

‘No.’ I said, more forcefully than I’d intended. He looked crushed, obviously getting the wrong end of the stick, ‘I mean, no, you’re not barking up the wrong tree. I like you, too. A lot.’

‘Well, I’m glad we got that cleared up. They were very nice knickers, by the way. I’m sure they don’t leave much to the imagination, though.’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ I retorted, my embarrassment making me defensive.

‘Now you come to mention it, I’d love to. May I?’

I said nothing, just nodded. Declan put his burdens down on a randomly placed table and came to relieve me of mine – including the goddamn pen. Then he moved back towards me and took my face in his hands. As he leaned down to kiss me, I closed my eyes and slid my arms around his waist, relaxing into him.

Sliding my hands onto his buttocks, I pulled him to me, feeling his erection already straining against his jeans. I moaned into his mouth, and that noise seemed to flip a switch in us both. Our movements went from sensual to frenzied in a millisecond. Picking me up, Declan walked over to a rug on the floor and deposited me on it unceremoniously. Tugging off his T-shirt, he revealed a body that many a younger man would have been jealous of. He didn’t have a six-pack or pecs of steel, but he was toned and – I reached up to find out for myself – hard. He had a dusting of fine hair, and a treasure trail that led enticingly to his crown jewels.


You can get your hands on Cougars and Jackals 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!