Tuesday, 23 February 2021

Reluctant Bride #romance #eroticromance #anthology #coming soon


I'm thrilled to be part of an exciting new anthology from EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING titled RELUCTANT BRIDE.

My story HIGHLAND FLING features a hot billionaire in a kilt, a castle being ravaged by a wild storm, and a heroine on the run from danger.

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Sunday, 21 February 2021

OUT NOW - THE BAD GUY - #eroticromance #BDSM #romanticsuspense #romance


Filthy rich, seductively charming and absurdly handsome.

Dimitri Henderson.

I fell in love with a virtual stranger, the sweet talk and the fast cars, so when he invited me to Dubai, how could I refuse?

But he was nothing like he seemed.

Our twisted affair an illusion.

He filled my head with fantasy,

Then turned my whole world upside down.

Can I do the right thing, or will the bad guy win?

Publisher's note: The Bad Guy was previously released as Twisted.

Saturday, 20 February 2021

THE BAD GUY - Coming Soon #erotic #eroticromance #BDSM #FSOG #twinromance


Filthy rich, seductively charming and absurdly handsome.

Dimitri Henderson.

I fell in love with a virtual stranger, the sweet talk and the fast cars, so when he invited me to Dubai, how could I refuse?

But he was nothing as he seemed.

Our twisted affair an illusion.

He filled my head with fantasy,

Then turned my whole world upside down.

Can I do the right thing, or will the bad guy win?

*Previously published with the title TWISTED and a different cover.

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Wednesday, 17 February 2021

OUT NOW—Magnificent Manlove by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #mm #gay #erotica #eroticromance


If you enjoy testosterone-filled tales of men getting it on, then check out this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.

From stranded soldiers to submissive virgins, sexy firemen and second chances to shifters, and even some unexpected ménage, this book has variety galore. There’s something for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.

Enjoy six steamy stories, over 46,000 words of magnificent manlove.

Please note: The stories in this anthology have been previously published.


Nathan closed his book with a very final slap and put it on the coffee table in front of him, then leaned back in his chair. Stretching languidly, he said, “Bloody good, that was. Though, admittedly, I thought it’d last me all week. Wasn’t expecting to get through it on day one.”

Raising an eyebrow, Lee shot Nathan an amused glance. “Not far off myself. Fucking storm. Stupid us, eh, going on holiday in the UK in summertime—not like you can guarantee the sodding weather, is it? Should’ve gone to the Canaries.”

“No, we can’t guarantee the weather, but…” Nathan gave the window a sidelong glance, “I do have some good news.”


“Yeah. The torrential downpour has stopped.”

“Seriously?” Lee slammed his own book closed and scurried over to the window. “Oh, wow, it’s cleared right up, and I can see a rainbow. Wanna head out? Just a little wander down to that pond we saw on the way here, maybe? Get some fresh air. We’ve got loads of daylight left, haven’t we?”

Nathan checked his watch. “Plenty. Especially if we’re only nipping to the pond. It’s probably only a fifteen-minute walk.”

“Fantastic. I was going a bit stir crazy in here. I’ll grab our coats and shoes.”

Lee had disappeared into the hallway of their rented holiday cottage before Nathan had the chance to reply. Shaking his head with a smile, Nathan collected their empty mugs from the coffee table and took them into the kitchen, then got a bottle of water from the fridge. He doubted they’d need a drink during their short trek along the road, but he could just shove the bottle in his coat pocket and forget about it. At least it’d be there if they wanted it.

When he returned to the living room, Lee was just about to tie up his laces.

“I got water,” Nathan said, brandishing the bottle.

“Cool. Shoes are there.” He nodded to the chair Nathan had been sitting in. Sure enough, his trail shoes were waiting on the floor in front of it.


Within a few minutes, they were headed out of the door. Nathan locked up, pocketed the key, then checked the handle. He doubted very much the place would get broken into—they were in the middle of nowhere, after all. There were farms nearby, but the closest village was about a mile and a half away. So any thieves would have to make a considerable effort to get to the cottage in the first place, never mind attempt to break into it. Rolling his eyes at his own paranoia, he turned and followed Lee, who’d already started ambling along the road in the direction of the pond.

After falling into step beside Lee, Nathan pulled in some deep breaths, enjoying the fresh air after being cooped up in the cottage. It was beautiful, and cosy, but it was supposed to be a base for them to go walking—somewhere for them to eat, sleep and shower, not to be stuck in for hours on end, staring at the walls. Or climbing them.

He admired the rainbow as they walked, its vivid colours painted across the watery sky. It seemed the clouds had literally exhausted themselves—only occasional wispy streaks of white now interrupted the never-ending blue. The sun beamed down, heating up the ground and beginning to evaporate the huge puddles. It would take some doing—one such puddle stretched across the width of the road, and they had to skirt around its edge to avoid getting wet feet.

Nathan smiled. Though the storm itself had been grim, the washed-out aftermath made everything feel fresh, clean somehow.

“You look thoughtful,” Lee said, breaking into his reverie. “A penny for them?”

“Mmm. It’s one of those things that sounds better in your head than said out loud.”

“Try me.”

Shrugging, Nathan replied, “Nothing major. Just admiring the rainbow, the sky, the clouds… thinking how everything looks so fresh and clean after a good storm. Like it’s been purified or something… Ugh, it’s stupid.”

Lee stopped and reached for Nathan’s hand. His green eyes were wide and filled with wonder. “No, it isn’t. Not at all—I was thinking something similar myself. It’s kinda romantic, isn’t it? Purification, rebirth, and all that.”

“In a roundabout way, maybe. I dunno.” He shrugged again.

Lee’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “We could make it romantic.”

“How so?”

“Come here and I’ll show you.” Still gripping Nathan’s hand, Lee tugged him close and moved in for a kiss. Nathan went into the embrace willingly, the smile on his face soon smothered by Lee’s hot lips.

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), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here.


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Sunday, 14 February 2021

A Valentine's Day Gift For You! #valentinesday #valentines #free #ebook #romance


Wishing you a very happy Valentine's Day, I hope you're getting some of what she's having!

And when you've finished, here's a super sexy FREE story to get you in the mood for more fun...

Saturday, 6 February 2021

Find Your Next Hot Alpha Bookboyfriend! #eroticromance #romance #KindleUnlimited #KU



If you're a KINDLE UNLIMITED subscriber I have LOTS of steamy romances for you to choose from. 

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #historicalromance #kinkyvikings #kindleunlimited


Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Time for some Viking fun with SHARED BY THE VIKINGS...

“And I’d say a good red ass might remind this new woman of ours not to lie again.” Gunnvar’s voice was every bit as low and rough as Erik’s had been.
Ingrid glanced at him. His eyes reflected the flames and he sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands dangling between them as if eager for the show to start.The show of her having her bottom reddened. “You can’t do this to me. My father will have your entrails. Leave me be.”
“King Baardsen isn’t here.” Quick as a flash Erik whipped out his arm, encircled her waist, and dragged her over his knee.
Suddenly Ingrid’s world turned upside down. She flailed for purchase, managing to grab his leg with one hand and bury her fingers in the sand with the other. His thick pants were coarse on her naked flesh, scratching over her stomach. “Get off me!” 
“Keep still, woman, you’ll only make this harder on yourself.” He clamped one hand over her back, while trapping her legs with the other. Ensnaring her to him with all the strength of a wolf’s jaw.
He shifted his knees and she dipped further forward, letting out a gasp as she realized her rump was now the highest part of her body and was offered up and vulnerable. “Erik! I swear I will have you—”
“What? You’ll have me what.” He dragged her closer, so the side of her body molded up against his belly.
“I’ll have you... I’ll have you.” The blood had rushed to her head. Her scalp wound throbbed. She writhed and bucked.
“I mean it. Be still or I’ll have you spanked every day we are here. And Tali and Gunnvar can each have a go at this pale ass. Let’s see how you like it then, three of us reddening your rump.” 
“You wouldn’t dare...” She twisted and out of the corner of her eye she spotted Tali. Like Gunnvar he was leaning forward, anticipation etched on his face, his lips slightly parted.
They’d both spank me... happily. Tali and Gunnvar.
“You, I...!” She kicked up her heels, sending a spray of sand up to her ass. “Stop it.”
A resounding slap landed across both her buttocks.
She yelped and jerked, trying to get away from the pain searing over her skin. But she could go nowhere. Erik had her trapped against him.
“Sweet little ass,” Gunnvar said then chuckled. “Cute when it wobbles.”
Humiliation swarmed over her. She knew what she’d done was wrong, disgraceful even but this... to be spanked over the knee of Jarl Erik with two of the crew watching on... watching on and enjoying her disgrace.
Another biting spank landed on her ass. Again she jolted forward, her body seeming of its own volition trying to escape the punishment.
Her ass was heating, reddening, but so was her face. Warmth bloomed there as she imagined what she looked like to the other two Vikings. Placed over Erik’s lap like a naughty child, and his hand coming down on her. She didn’t know what was worse, to be slapped or to be watched.
Another slap, then another.
She cried out and struggled to no avail.
“Be still.” Erik’s voice was gruff and commanding.
Also his palm was shockingly large, and it came down with breathtaking force and precision. The speed of it took her breath away, the sound of flesh on flesh screamed through her ears.
She bucked and fought, then found her face against his calf. She opened her mouth and sank her teeth through the material. She tasted suede and the salt of the ocean, also a satisfying wedge of hard flesh.
“Ah, wench!” He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. “No more biting.”
“No!” she cried, staring wide-eyed at the shelter. “No more spanking.”
“I will say when I stop. And you just earned yourself more of this.” He thwacked the flat of his palm down; before the pain had bloomed, another searing slap landed over the last. On and on he went.
She cried out, her voice toppling into the forest. Tears of shame streaked from her eyes, flicking this way and that as she twisted her head within his grip on her hair.
Indignation roared through her. How dare Erik do this? She was treasured in Ravndal, the daughter of a powerful king. Food and wine brought to her. A servant to plait her hair and wash her clothes. Yet here she was, upended and being soundly spanked like an urchin child caught stealing apples.
“She’s a feisty one,” Gunnvar commented.
“Ja,” Tali said, as though he were watching a fish struggling in a net. “She is giving you a challenge, Erik.”
Their words made Ingrid fight harder. She would challenge this monster who was striking her ass. But her struggling was futile. Although she put muscle and energy into escaping she could go nowhere. Erik had her well and truly ensnared. He was simply too strong, and there was too much muscle for her to escape from.
And he wasn’t letting up.