Friday, 31 March 2017

Russian Heat - HOT ICE #7 - Free Sample


Russian Heat is the 7th novel in my HOT ICE series and fine as a standalone read (though of course it's fun to read them all and spot cameo appearances from the other hot hockey players). Click below to read a free preview...






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Thursday, 30 March 2017

World of Sin Erotica Series by Lucy Felthouse Now Available in Audiobook Format! #audiobook #audible #erotica


The first three books in the popular World of Sin erotica series by Lucy Felthouse are now available in audiobook format. Narrated by voice artist Peter Revel-Walsh, you can now listen to A Taste of London, A Taste of Paris and A Taste of Rome on the go!

A Taste of London Blurb:

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year traveling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.
Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.






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A Taste of Paris Blurb:

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to university.
Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.
In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.





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A Taste of Rome Blurb:

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting university. Now it’s on to Rome.
The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride, providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.






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Praise for World of Sin:

“With characters that were crafted with a great deal of fullness in this short read, Lucy Felthouse has managed to capture an intriguing series of sexual interludes that alternate between steamy and naughty with a dash of daring and bravado for effect… Funnily enough, the late-teen early twenty year old male voice was incredibly strong and finely honed, making this book a real treat with an interesting voice and perspective.” 5 out of 5, The Jeep Diva

“Talk about a hot quickie. This is all about the here and now as told strictly through Ryan. A supersonic journey into erotica with a Parisian flair.” 4 out of 5, BTS eMag



Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9




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Sunday, 26 March 2017

OUT TODAY - HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD

Out Now -  My super sexy, time travelling spanking novel...

 HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD



Back Cover Information

While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.

It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.

It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?




Excerpt

She didn’t trust herself to wander the house in her nightdress in search of him, and found herself sliding her legs between the cool sheets of her bed. As she reached for the lamp and turned it off, she sent a quick prayer heavenward that she’d still be in Fairbank Hall when she woke up.
Her door opened.
A shadow stretched on the floor and up the wall.
Liz sat up, and put the light back on. “Radley?”
He stepped in and shut the door.
She studied his face. His eyebrows were pulled low. His mouth a thin slit of determination. His jaw was peppered with stubble and he’d undone his shirt and removed his cravat.
“I couldn’t stay away,” he said, his arms stiff at his sides.
“I’m glad you couldn’t.” She pushed back the sheets and stood, the hem of the nightdress brushing her ankles.
As soon as she was upright he was in front of her, holding her face.
She gasped and gripped his hard forearms.
“I was rudely interrupted from doing this a few moments ago.” He set his lips over hers in a ravenous, passion-infused kiss.
She sagged against him, wanting more, wanting everything he had to give.
“Elizabeth…” he said breathlessly. “I need you.”
“So have me.”
He sucked in a breath. Desire flashed in his eyes. “Can you handle me?” He hesitated. “I’m not like other men, my pleasure, I find it in…” He shook his head.
“I know how you take pleasure. So yes, I can handle you. All of you.” Excitement raged within her. He’d come to her. Her kinky lord of the manor had been unable to resist in much the same way she was unable to. And the fact he knew he had particular tastes and was uncertain, made him all the sexier. “Take me. Take what you want, I want it too.”





Saturday, 25 March 2017

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks


Welcome to SATURDAY SPANKINGS. This week a snippet from my brand new, time-travelling spanking story... meet Lord Radley!



Back Cover Information


While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.

It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.

It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?




She clamped her lips shut. The look on his face, the tight set of his lips, and the way his breathing had picked up excited her. It shouldn’t but it did. It was as if she was in some erotic dream, and had found herself an austere Mr. Darcy or a wild Heathcliff to play with.
“Miss Moray,” he said.
“Er, yes.”
“Do you understand what I am saying?” He reached out and straightened her collar, his fingertips just brushing her neck.
A zing of sensation fizzed over her skin and scalp. She should run for the hills, she knew she should. Whatever whacky thing was going on with her, couldn’t last, it shouldn’t last. She’d landed in a different time, a different dimension. “Yes, I understand.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“I do.”
He shook his head. “I do, sir.”
“I do, sir.”
“Here at Fairbank Hall I have rules, and if they are broken I have punishments.” He paused. “And now I will show you what that punishment is, for you.”
“Really… but I—” Before she knew what was happening he’d spun her to face the table. She glanced down at the sand a second before her belly hit it and she was bent double. “Ohh…”
“I wish to keep you here at Fairbank,” he said, “the boys clearly like you, but you must obey my instructions at all times.”
“I’m glad they like me.” She pressed her palms to the desk and went to straighten. “Really I am…”
But Radley had his hand on her back and held her firmly in place with her breasts now pressing on the wooden surface and the sand scattering. “This is a respectable home and I will have those two young men educated as I see fit.”
“We were only… oh…” He’d yanked her skirt up, the material dragging over her knickers and the cool air washing over her thighs.
Damn it!
What the hell was she doing? She should be fighting him off. This stranger who had just tipped her over a desk and exposed her stockings and knickers. With his talk of spankings it was no mystery what was coming next.










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Weclome to MY SEXY SATURDAY, this week a snippet from my HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD a time travelling, sexy spanking story to heat your ereader. OUT NOW!


Back Cover Information

While visiting the Yorkshire Dales, Elizabeth Moray decides to explore the historic home of Lord Radley Fairbank. She ignores a sign prohibiting entry, but her curiosity turns to shock when she steps through a door within the abandoned estate and is transported back to the Victorian era.

It quickly becomes apparent that in this version of the past, she is the governess for Lord Radley’s two young nephews. Seeing no obvious way back home, she decides to make the best of things, but she soon discovers that her employer believes in strict discipline for his staff.

It isn’t long before her stubbornness earns her a thorough, humiliating spanking, but in spite of her embarrassment the stern chastisement leaves her intensely aroused. As time passes she finds herself yearning more and more for Lord Radley to take her in his arms and claim her properly, but will he ever see her as anything more than a disobedient servant in need of correction?




Snippet

Liz groaned. She was alone. And she was so turned on—her body alive with need. She stumbled toward the door and flicked the lock again. Her attention was then drawn to the window and she rushed over to it.
Her knees were weak so she rested her palm on the cool wall at the window’s side. The sill was low, thigh height, and she looked down at the neat gardens, uncaring that her skirt was still bunched at her waist.
There was no one there, just lawn, the empty maze, the still lake, and the trees in the distance.
Quickly, and needing release, she slipped her hand down the front of her knickers. She sought her clit and rubbed.
“What’s happening to me?” she moaned. She was in a new time and place. Giddy with want. Hot from a spanking. In lust with a man who was as lean with sentiment as he was generous with erotic pain.
She sped up the rotations on her clit and locked her knees. She was staring outside, but barely seeing anything other than a fuzz of green grass and blue sky as she swiftly brought herself nearer to climax.
The pressure was building, stacking up. She clenched her internal muscles and panted as she reached the last climb to release.
Suddenly Radley appeared on the lawn. He was striding past the lake, his paces long and his arms swinging. As usual he had his chin tilted upward.
“Radley,” she gasped, enjoying his name on her lips. “Oh, Lord Radley.”
She leaned harder against the wall and clenched her buttocks, the stinging sensation of his spanks spreading over them as her knickers dragged on her skin.
“Oh, God…” She came. A swift, hard orgasm that stole her breath.
At the moment of release, Radley stopped, turned and looked up at the schoolroom window.
He was a distance away, but she was sure he could see her; not only that, he would be able to see exactly what she was doing.






Friday, 24 March 2017

Coming Soon - HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD #timetravel #spanking #romance by Lily Harlem


Coming very soon...this weekend soon...my brand new novel HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD. Hang on to your corsets and bloomers and be transported back to 1850 and life in a grand stately home where the Lord of the Manor has some very sexy ways of keeping his staff in line.

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Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

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Monday, 20 March 2017

Masturbation Monday


It's here again, Masturbation Monday, and this week I'm offering up a snippet from X-RATED, which is the story of a husband and wife getting their mojo back and discovering their kinks. It all starts when Polly is found in a compromising position with a laptop and a vibrator when Lucan comes home from work early...enjoy...



“I’m…I’m not cheating.” She gripped the laptop harder. Maybe it would have been better if she was cheating. The thought of him seeing the porn movie she’d been watching was horrendous. He’d think her perverted and twisted.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. I’ve never cheated on you. I never would.” The pillow fell away completely.
His attention drifted over her naked body.
It was like a heated caress. When had he last seen her without clothes? She couldn’t remember.
God, what had happened to them?
“So you’ll show me then. If there’s no one there. No one on the other side of the camera?”
“Camera? You really think I’d be filming myself do that?” She was shocked at the thought. The porn stars did it sure…but her? Little Polly Hartgrove from Amersham, office mouse, wouldn’t say boo to a goose. “Of course there’s no one there.”
He gave an extra hard tug and she was forced to let go.
He huffed, a small triumphant sound, and marched to the opposite side of the room. His shirt had come partly untucked and hung in a ruck over his neat navy suit trousers.
Polly raced after him, the air cool on her skin. But she didn’t reach him fast enough and he’d flipped it open.
A wave of relief went through her as she looked over his shoulder. The password box sat safely in the center of the screen.
He stooped, fingers spread over the keyboard and typed.
A tinny ping reported he’d got it wrong.
He tried it again.
Polly’s heart was racing, her breaths shallow. She wanted to grab her robe but was too caught up in the moment. She prayed he wouldn’t guess her password was Tilly.
But of course he did.
The screen filled with the last shot Polly had seen. The actress’ butthole filled with thick cock. Her fingers were in her pussy and the man gripped her hips. The sounds that suddenly rang around the room were horrific. Wails and cries, panting and gasping. Crude words and the wet, slapping noise of flesh on flesh.
Lucan straightened, his gaze glued on the screen.
Polly clasped her hand over her mouth to hold in a cry of mortification.
“You were…watching this?” he said, not looking at her.
She didn’t think he needed an answer.
“While you were…with that.” He flicked his hand to the bed, in the direction of the vibrator.
She remained silent.
After what felt like the longest thirty seconds of her life, Lucan flipped the laptop closed, ending the onscreen action.
The silence was deafening.
Polly wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. She’d happily fall into a black hole and never be seen again. She’d never been so disgraced, so ashamed of her behavior.
Lucan turned to her.
She wrapped her arms around herself, covering her breasts. She crossed her legs as though it might hide her pussy, which was still damp from her climax.
“But why?” he asked quietly.
She shrugged and looked at the floor. Did it matter why? She’d done it. He’d seen. What else was there to say?
“Polly?” He rested his hands on her shoulders.
They were big and cool and a heavy weight. She stared at her toes, painted pale pink; the gray carpet seemed extra dark around them.
“Polly,” he said again. “Talk to me. I want to understand this.”
“No, no you wouldn’t understand. You couldn’t.” She tried to hold in a sob and failed. He wouldn’t want her now. The sweet young woman he’d married liked to watch porn and play with vibrators. And not any old porn—hardcore, butt-fucking porn.
“Try me,” he said, his voice gentler.
She shook her head.
He crooked his finger and hooked it beneath her chin, urged her to look up at him.
She did. His eyes were the same as they’d always been. Dark with thick black lashes and full of concern for anything that might upset her.
She tried to look away but he kept her chin held firm. “Look at me, Polly.”
Swallowing, she did as he’d instructed. It was hard, though. He looked the same as he always did, but she knew she didn’t. He was seeing a new her—a dirty, debauched version of his wife, naked and humiliated.
How could he ever love her now?
“What is it?” he asked. “What made you want to do this…watch this?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Of course you do.” He tipped his head, continued to study her. “Tell me.”
“No. You’ll be angry.”
“Angry?” He seemed surprised.
She bit her lip. How could she tell him that her muffled groans and moans on a Friday night had been fake? That she couldn’t remember when she’d last come with him inside her?
“I promise I won’t be angry,” he said, stroking her hair. “Really, I promise.”
“You will be.”
“But…” He frowned. “This is all about me, isn’t it?”
“No, no, of course not, it’s me…”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. “I’ve been neglectful. Once a week…it’s not enough, is it?”
“It is, it’s okay. Honestly, it’s not you.”
He shook his head. “I know I’ve been distracted at work, this last year or so, since I got the promotion. I’m sorry, Polly. I didn’t realize that I’d been so…”
“You haven’t been anything. It’s fine.” She closed her eyes. The words were hard to say. Because it wasn’t fine. Not by a long shot.
“Clearly I’ve been missing something. Not giving you something you need.”
His lips brushed hers.
She pulled in a quick breath. He’d kissed her, just lightly, but still, that bode well for him not drawing up divorce papers.
“No, Lucan. You give me everything I need. A wonderful home, nice holidays, gifts on birthdays and Christmas.” She looked up at him.
“That’s my duty as your husband. And so is…”
“What?”
He looked down at her body then took hold of her wrists, peeling her arms from around herself. “So is keeping you satisfied in the bedroom. You shouldn’t have to do that yourself. It’s my job.”
“Lucan, I love you. I love what we have. And you do your job perfectly.”
“I don’t think that’s quite the truth now, is it?” He huffed then a muscle flexed in his jaw. “God, you’re beautiful.”
A shiver spread over her. Her nipples peaked and her skin goosebumped.
“You don’t like the way I fuck you?” he said in almost a whisper.
God, the way he said fuck. She rarely heard him use that word and never in relation to her. He said make love if ever there’d been mention of it.
“Don’t answer me,” he said. “I know that’s the case.” He shook his head. “And I should have opened my eyes and realized that long ago.”
“Lucan.” She stepped a little closer to him, still feeling odd to be naked and him fully dressed. “We should just forget this. Carry on as normal.”
“Are you crazy? Everything has changed.”
“Don’t say that, please. We can go back to how we were.”
“And have you so frustrated that you have to finish work early and masturbate before I come home so you have fun on a Friday night?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Don’t deny it, Polly. I can see what’s been going on.”
She hesitated for a moment, then, “And what’s that? What can you see?”
“We’ve been stuck in a rut. I’ve been stuck in a rut.” He released her and reached for his belt buckle. “And now it’s time to get the hell out of that rut.”
Her belly clenched as she watched his big fingers work fast. There was urgency to his movements.
What the hell was he going to do?
She glanced lower, there was a long, thick bulge behind his suit pants. He had an erection.
“Lucan,” she gasped. “What…?”
“You want fucking like that woman on there.” He jerked his head at the laptop. “I can do that for you. You don’t need to watch porn to get what you need, baby. Not when I’m here and I’m hot for you.”
“But…” Oh God, was he going to ass fuck her? Is that what she’d brought on herself? She’d never seen him like this. Heard him speak to her like this.
It was new, exciting, but also terrifying.
He shoved at his pants, his red boxers going down with them. His crisp shirt hung over his patch of dark pubic hair and his cock stuck rudely from the slit of his shirt.
Damn, when had she last seen his penis? She’d forgotten how well hung he was.
“Turn around,” he said throatily as he took hold of her shoulders and spun her to face her dressing table.
She stumbled a little but he kept her upright.
He then tipped her over so her palms were flat on the table, and kicked her feet wide with his.
“Lucan, not my…oh…” She wasn’t ready for him to fuck her ass, and not like this…not…
“You’ll get what I give you.”
She stared at his reflection in the mirror as he gripped her hips, the way the man on the porn movie had gripped his co-star.
Oh God.

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Sunday, 19 March 2017

Sunday Snog


Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week an excerpt from X-Rated, a super sexy, super kinky novella about a  married couple finding their mojo!



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When Polly is caught in a compromising position with a toy and a naughty video, she doesn't think her husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet wife he married. Little does she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding Lucan's beast and making him sit up and take notice.

Finally.

But what about Lucan's needs? He's been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he can't even remember his fantasies.

During a weekend of passion and turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can imagine just how far they'll go to please the other, or how well matched their particular variety of kinks are.



He flicked on the TV then attached a cable from the back to her laptop.
She sat, sipped her drink again, and watched as he used the remote control to scroll through the settings.
Finally, the screen went from blank to full picture. Polly’s stomach did a flip of excitement. It was her selection of porn movies. Now, if they wanted to, they could watch them on full screen in the comfort of their living room.
He threw her a smile. “What do you think?”
“It’ll be good in high definition, I suppose.”
He chuckled and set about unwinding the cable so the laptop reached the table.
When task completed he sat next to her on the edge of the sofa. “So what shall we watch?”
“I don’t know.” She finished her drink. Maybe she’d need another one before they watched their first porno together.
He must have sensed that because he topped up their glasses.
“How about the one you were watching yesterday?” he asked.
“If you want to.”
“No, Polly.” He cupped her cheek and studied her face. “I want to know what you want to watch.”
She swallowed. “Okay, yes, the one from yesterday.” It seemed as good a place as any to start. But damn…it was so graphic and in the middle of the day, could they…yes, of course they could.
“It’s this one, isn’t it?” Lucan asked, hovering the mouse over Butt Babes.
She nodded.
He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Relax, this is all good and besides, you’ve got me curious.”
“I have.” What did he mean by that?
“Let’s just say I’ve been on a bit of a porn drought for the last ten years or so, ever since I met you. I’m keen to see if anything has changed in the way they’re made.”
“I doubt it,” she giggled.
“We’ll see.” He hit play and the scene started from the beginning with the characters getting to know each other.
Lucan stood and turned off the piano music.
Polly watched him. He was tall and lean and always moved with grace, but today, now, there was an extra confidence to his swagger, as though he’d had an injection of self-assurance.
Sitting back down next to her, he took her glass and set it on the table. “Was it the first time you’d watched this one yesterday?”
She nodded. 
“And have you watched all of the others on your laptop?”
“Most of them.”
“While you were…”
“Using the vibrator.” She shook her head. “No, that’s quite new.”
“I’m sorry you had to get one.” He sat back, pulling her with him.
“No, don’t be, it’s not like that.”
He kissed the side of her head. “It’s okay. Perhaps we’ll use it together.”
She turned within the curve of his arm. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know really. Perhaps I could use it on you, it might be nice not to be distracted as you orgasm. I can concentrate on watching you come, all of those little blissful noises you make, and your expressions.”
Her heart fluttered. Heat spread over her chest. “Lucan.”
He chuckled. “Oh dear, you do realize you’ve woken a monster.”


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