A Story That Even Shocked the Writer by Lucy Felthouse

Please welcome the lovely Lucy Felthouse to my blog today, take it away Lucy...

My novella, Testing Tom, is a femdom erotic romance. It’s the story of professional Dominatrix, Katrina, and her ex, Tom. A while ago, he left her for a vanilla chick, devastating her. So when he comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness, she simply can’t bring herself to welcome him back with open arms. How does she know he won’t get scared of the BDSM lifestyle once more and leave her again? She decides to set him a series of tasks to test his devotion to her. Only if he passes will she consider taking him back.

I didn’t plan the novella before I wrote it (I rarely do), so the tasks just flowed onto the page as I got to writing them. As a result, I managed to shock myself with some of the things I put Tom through. I’m not going to give anything away by telling you, but let’s just say things started off fairly easily for the wayward submissive and got to the stage where I was sitting, open-mouthed and staring at the computer screen, hardly able to believe the words that were appearing on them. There’s a seriously scary sense of humour going on there, and I’m not sure if it was mine, or Katrina’s. Or somewhere in between. Either way, it was a tad scary to see what sort of thing my imagination can produce. I just hope readers find it as fun to read as I did to write. And hot, of course.

Thanks so much for stopping by! Don’t forget to scroll down, add the book to your Goodreads shelves and enter the awesome giveaway.

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When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/

Add to Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18147133-testing-tom

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Sexy as Hell - Location, Location, Location! #newrelease #kindle #erotica #bdsm

Just out, Sexy as Hell, a new BDSM trilogy to light your fire! I say light your fire because although for us in the UK at the moment we're sweltering under a heatwave, Sexy as Hell is actually set in a wintery London to begin with, it then moves on to Tuscany in the New Year and then Venice.

I've co-written these novels with Natalie Dae and we've published under the name Harlem Dae. When we first started on book #1 The Virgin, it was a few weeks before Christmas so I guess that is why the book took this wintery slant. We were full of thoughts of sleet hitting the windows and a chill wind stinging our cheeks, also the first pretty lights of Christmas twinkling in the evenings.

Tuscany came next in book #2 The Player and since we were starting to long for some sunshine we used this picture as inspiration for the location our characters Victor and Zara visited.

We loved the isolation and the grandeur of this villa, it offered loads of potential for all the naughty kinky things our characters could get up to! And let's just say, they certainly make the most of it.

Finally we headed to Venice for #3 The Vixen. I've been there once, loved it, and my visit was also out of season, which meant it wasn't too busy, nor too hot (or smelly from what I've been told) and Mr H and I had a wonderful time strolling down all the narrow alleys, sampling the local dishes and mooching in and out of small boutique shops.

In Sexy as Hell Venice proves to be a very healing place, here's a short extract, Victor and Zara are just heading back from a masked BDSM ball -

The driver held out his hand. I didn’t take it; instead, I let Victor support my elbow and together we stepped onto the slightly unstable deck and sat on the soft leather seat that spanned the stern. Victor slipped off his jacket and laid it around my shoulders. I didn’t bother to protest, letting his body heat infuse into me and his faded aftershave fill my nose. He pulled me close and gave a quick instruction in Italian to the driver.

The boat hummed to life, a front light flicked on, and we pulled away from the mooring into the still water on a purring glide. Venice was eerie this time of the night. The grandeur and gaiety of the day had been switched to a ghostly, almost surreal scene, one you couldn’t run from because of the canals and warren of alleys, all of which led to more cold, murky water.

A bluish mist hovered all around, and we seemed to sit within it, as though we had become part of the vapour. Our headlight sliced a path ahead but it was a smoky illumination, unhelpful, and if anything it added to the spooky thoughts I was having about lurking spirits below the surface with reaching, stretching hands searching for something to grip.

I shuddered. Victor noticed and held me tighter, his fingertips squeezing into my upper arm and his thigh pressing into mine.

Stately buildings loomed over us, tall and dark, their eyes shut for the night. What was going on behind those shuttered windows? Pain and pleasure-play? Were memories being purged all over Venice? Was it a city of rebirth?

As we passed a church, angels, standing like weeping widows, bent their heads over praying hands and stared into the blackness beneath them. I could make out their stone toes, peeping from their heavy, sculpted gowns. I wriggled my own toes, cold now, and wondered if those angels had ever had anyone pass them by who was as fucked up as me. Sure, they’d been there hundreds of years, but still, I really was a seriously messed-up case.

“You’re quiet,” Victor said, a huff of air billowing from his mouth and adding to the damp mist surrounding us.

“Just taking it in.”

“Do you like Venice at night?” he asked.

“It’s creepy.”

“I agree. Without human noise, just the slosh of the water on the foundations of the houses, it really does feel deathly still.” He kissed my temple, my cheek and then my ear. “I’ll be glad when we’re warm and cosy in bed.”

“Me too.”

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Lily x

The Virgin - FREE BDSM Novel #freekindle #freeebook #freebie

THE VIRGIN is book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy written by myself and Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae. To celebrate the release of these three erotic BDSM stories we are giving away the first book, The Virgin, for free on Amazon, be quick though the 29th of July is the last day!

Blurb for The Virgin

London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.

My journey to Hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.

One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette. 

She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.

Her world.

Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.

And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.

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If you fancy the other books in the series here they are, click on the covers for Amazon US. Also available from every other Amazon around the world including UK.

This trilogy is already set to rival all others!

And don't forget about the Sexy as Hell magazine, full of gossip about the characters and the authors!

Sunday Snog - The Virgin is Free! #freekindle #freeebook #erotica

Big welcome to Sunday Snog, my favourite smooching day of the week! Today, a special treat for you all because not only a lip-smacking moment but a FREE BDSM novel, yes that's right! To celebrate the release of the Sexy as Hell Trilogy - co-written with Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae - we're giving away the first, super-erotic novel in the series, The Virgin.

So, to whet you're appetite for the delectable Victor, here's some oral action taken from the end of Chapter Two...

Light suddenly blazed through the window as the automatic curtains pulled back. I blinked, turning to look at Victor to see his reaction to the room ahead.

He darted forward in his seat, peering as though unable to believe his eyes. I knew what he was looking at, knew the layout like the back of my hand. Black walls, black floor, a somewhat out-of-place chandelier sparkling from the ceiling. Row upon row of toys hanging from hooks on the wall opposite, the metal of some twinkling. And Julie standing in the centre, naked except for a pair of shiny red thigh-high boots, her back to us. She was Barbie doll perfection, long, wavy blonde hair, and slender legs. 

Victor blinked. 

I looked through the window. Julie reached up and gathered her abundant mane in one hand, securing it into a knot with a scrunchie. 

Victor gasped. “Her skin...”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” I looked at him.

“No, no it isn’t. Where the hell did she get those scars?”

“You’ll see. But if you meet her, never tell her you think those scars are ugly. To her they’re beautiful. A part of her. A very important part. There’s a lot you won’t understand this month, a lot you’ll think is wrong, Victor, but you must always bear in mind it isn’t wrong to those who are doing it.” 

“But she’s been hurt!” 

“Yes, she has.” I didn’t offer any more information. Sometimes it took seeing something before you could believe things weren’t as bad as they seemed. That what you saw wasn’t the first impression you’d got. I was going to open this man’s eyes so wide he’d think his pretty eyeballs were going to pop. 

Julie stepped forward and took a whip from one of the hooks. She moved a few feet in reverse so she was once again in the centre of the room. With a flick of her wrist she tested the whip against her booted leg, the sound of it hitting the leather filtering through the slim slats built into the top of the window. 

In my peripheral, I caught sight of Victor jumping, balling his hands into fists in his lap. I imagined his heart rate speeding, him not knowing what she was about to do, rolling information around in his mind with regards to her scars. They criss- crossed her back, some creamy and raised, old, others light pink, and others still red from a more recent whipping. She wore them as her armour, a badge displayed proudly, for they represented who she was, who she was finally allowed to be. Herself. I didn’t expect Victor to understand. Not many people did, I’d found. 

Julie drew the whip up in front of her, and its tail sliced across her shoulders. Victor let out an “Oh, shit!” but didn’t look away. Julie whipped on, one lash following the other with incredible speed, no long gaps in between strikes, no chance for a breather. This was how she liked it, hard and fast, and, like she’d said, if no one had the bottle to strike her in the way she liked it done, she’d do it to herself. 

“Oh, God,” Victor breathed. “What is she doing?” 

“Pleasuring herself,” I said, shifting slightly so I could look at him. Tonight his expression fascinated me more than Julie’s show. 

“That isn’t normal,” he said. “Sorry, but it isn’t.” 

“Not normal to you, maybe, but very normal to her. She loves it. You wait. She’ll come like a train in a minute.” 

“How can you come from that?” he asked, moving his head as though to turn to me but failing to pull his gaze from her. “How can that be nice, make you feel nice?”

“Have you ever tried it?” I asked, knowing full well he hadn’t. If he’d had to ask me such a thing, he didn’t understand. 

“No, and I don’t bloody intend to either.” He rested into the chair then crossed his arms over his chest. 

Defence mechanism. A way to distance himself from what he was seeing. 

Julie groaned, whipping on, frenzied in her attack. She turned then, continuing to whip, and stared directly at our window. Clips adorned her nipples, joined by a silver chain. She lifted it and draped it behind her bottom teeth, then closed her mouth. 

“What the hell?” Victor said quietly. 

Eyes closing, Julie flagellated with one hand and cupped her sex with the other. Moaning, she used her thumb and pinky to spread her wet slit wide, then dipped her middle three fingers into her hole. She fucked herself, body jolting from each strike and more than a little pleasure she was unleashing down there. Legs widening, she withdrew her fingers and circled her clit, vigorous movements that had her hips lifting and her back arching. Her change in position meant the chain raised her breasts, each nipple distended, elongated. She trembled from the force of her whip. 

I glanced across at Victor. He was breathing heavily, and sweat had broken out at his temples. He still had his hands fisted, and I noted a severe blush on his cheeks. And I noticed something else too. 

“Quite a bulge you have going on there,” I said. 

For all his bluster on this being wrong, he was turned on. Some part of his brain recognised that Julie was getting off on the pain. 

“I can’t...can’t help it,” he whispered. “She’s just so violent, so...into what she’s doing. Look at her nipples. She’s tugging them so hard. Christ...” 

“She won’t last long now,” I said, still watching Victor. I knew Julie’s performance off by heart. Once she turned, once she put that chain in her mouth, she was almost there. 

Julie wailed out the beginning of her release. The long, drawn-out yell combined with the crack of the whip was undeniably arousing. I was wet and I needed to touch. I reached across and deftly pulled down Victor’s zip. Freed him and enclosed my hand around his hardness. I pumped his fat length, manoeuvring onto my knees so I could lean over the arms of our chairs. He didn’t protest, but lifted his hips as though silently offering his cock to find a home in my mouth. I sucked him in, and with three suctioned pulls I had him coming. Wet heat flooded my mouth, and I swallowed just in time for the next shot. He gripped my hair, grabbed the chair arm with his other hand, and gave a hoarse cry. 

Victor, the man who might have thought he knew it all, was only just seeing the tip of the iceberg.

Grab your FREE copy of The Virgin from Amazon US or Amazon UK or whichever Amazon around the world you prefer, but be quick, the first part of Victor and Zara's story is free for a few days only!

Also please LIKE the Harlem Dae Facebook page and make sure you check out the Sexy as Hell Magazine for all the juicy inside information about the characters and the authors.

Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWrWa #Sundaysnippet

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, I do hope everyone is over 18 today as I'm giving away an 18+ BDSM novel called The Virgin for FREE. Here are 8 lines from the first chapter, written from Zara's point of view, Victor has just lost a bet...

“Well, it’s the dress itself. I mean, who wears this kind of get-up?” 

Again, I wondered what he was seeing when he looked at me. Some slut?

“I do. And…” Releasing my hair, I swivelled to face him, ensuring there was adequate space between us. “I do believe you’ve lost already.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Pardon?”

“You said you know everything, yes?”

“I…”

“Yet you don’t know who wears this kind of get-up.”

He closed his eyes for a moment. His long lashes almost rested on his cheeks. “Damn.”

Grab your copy from Amazon US or Amazon UK. The other books in the series, The Player and The Vixen are also available for your enjoyment. More details on the Harlem Dae website.

Weekend Writing Warriors

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

FREE novel for all you spanker lovers today, and what's more it's a BDSM story with tons of spanking with hands and paddles and whips and... the list goes on, oh yes, this will really light your fire!

The Virgin is the first in the Sexy as Hell series that I've written with Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae. You can find out more about our writing together on the Harlem Dae website.

So first things first, here is the spank... Zara has taken Victor to watch a sex show, and is giving him a good paddle and a hand-job while he's watching the strange Harlequin act through the window of their small viewing room. This particular chapter is written from Zara's point of view, and believe me, it starts off hot and it just gets hotter!

“Oh, God,” Victor groaned.
“That’s it,” I said, “come, come for me now and take all this pain with you.”
But he didn’t come, he just kept on taking the slaps as The Harlequin stood, removed the costume and raised the snake in the air.
“She’s a fucking man!” Victor said, dropping his hands and stepping backwards. “Jesus Christ, a man with tits like that. And what the hell just happened, he came with the snake around his cock, fucking hell, too bloody freaky…”
“Yeah, but look at your dick.” I chucked the paddle onto the chair, gripped his chin and harnessed his attention. “He turned you on. Did you ever think a spank and a bloke would get the great Victor Partridge just about coming all over the wall in a sex den?”
He gripped my wrists, hard, yanked them upwards, towards his chest. My whole body jerked into his, our chests colliding.
A wild, feral flash seared over his white-hot eyes as he forced me backwards, up against the wall, his movements swift and strong.
Finally, I could see what I’d been searching for.

Grab your copy of The Virgin from Amazon US or Amazon UK (or whichever other Amazon serves you around the world) and then once you've immersed yourself in Victor and Zara's world, look out for the other two novels, already available for your enjoyment - it is advised that these stories are read in order to fully appreciate the characters and plot.

About the trilogy...


Sexy as Hell: an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

FREE BDSM novel - The Virgin by Harlem Dae

THE VIRGIN is book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy written by myself and Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae. To celebrate the release of these three erotic BDSM stories we are giving away the first book, The Virgin, for FREE on Amazon.

Blurb

London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.

My journey to Hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.

One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette. 

She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.

Her world.

Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.

And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.

Amazon US        Amazon UK

If you fancy the other books in the series here they are, click on the covers for Amazon US. Also available on every other Amazon around the world including UK.

This trilogy is already set to rival all others!

First Chapter of The Virgin #excerpt #erotica #bdsm

The Virgin, Book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy will be FREE between the 25th and 29th of July on Amazon, but if you just can't wait to meet Victor and Zara read the first chapter today on D Renee Bagby's First Chapter Blog!

One Day to Go!

Make a note in your diaries to download your FREE copy of The Virgin from Amazon tomorrow. The Virgin is the first in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and will knock your socks off!

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Find out more about my writing as Harlem Dae and the Sexy as Hell series on the Harlem Dae website!

OUT NOW -The Sexy as Hell Magazine! FREE!

Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.

First novel The Virgin FREE from 25th of July on Amazon!

Make sure you check out the Sexy as Hell magazine for all the inside gossip about Victor and Zara and the erotic adventures.