Blurb:
Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this
erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From exotic locales such as Croatia and Australia to the
coastal caves of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 3 has it all. Whatever your
interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the
covers for you. Kinky role play, gorgeous artists, bobbing boats, sexy cougars,
hunky hermits and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from
erotica’s finest authors.
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22703850-smut-by-the-sea-volume-3
*****
Excerpt from Hermit by Lucy Felthouse:
Karen grimaced as she drove the car onto the Dungeness
estate. She knew for a fact she was on said estate because she’d just passed a
sign proudly proclaiming her whereabouts. Personally, she couldn’t see what all
the fuss was about. It looked pretty damn grim, in her opinion.
She sighed. As soon as she’d been handed the assignment,
she’d known it would be a bitch. The blog she wrote for, Universe of Quirk,
published just that—anything quirky. This meant there was a huge amount of scope
for articles for the site. Mostly it was about weird phenomena, picking out
oddities in popular culture and freaky findings the world over. For the most
part, Karen loved her job—she had a genuine interest in the bizarre and
unusual, and a good nose for sniffing things out to write about. She didn’t
often have to leave the comfort of her office chair to write her articles—the
Internet gave her all the information she needed, at the touch of a button. And
what she couldn’t gather via Google, she could find out by interviewing people.
By email, phone or Skype.
But not Tom Pettyfer, it seemed. According to her notes, he
was an ex-army dude who’d had some kind of meltdown, quit his job and moved to
a shack in Dungeness. He was now a total hermit—hence the in-person interview.
He had no telephone, let alone a computer or Internet access. Her boss had had
to arrange the appointment by snail mail, for heaven’s sake! As such, there’d
been no way of double checking he was still available. Karen hoped like hell he
hadn’t suddenly decided to go out—leaving her with a long journey home with no
article in the bag.
Continuing along the poorly-surfaced road, Karen slowed the
car to a crawl—both to avoid damaging the rental vehicle and also to squint at
the shacks she passed to find the one she was looking for. They all seemed to
have names rather than numbers, which made the signs easier to read, but it was
more difficult to find the right one, as there was no rhyme or reason to the
layout. For all she knew, Tom Pettyfer’s shack could be the very last one on
the lane.
Soon, she discovered that was not the case. Tom’s home was a
strange-looking wooden building that wasn’t near to anything else. It sat alone
in the shingle, a sparse garden-type thing surrounding it, and an ancient rusty
car on the driveway. She supposed there was no point buying and running an
expensive car if one didn’t go anywhere. Perhaps he just used it for errands
and grocery shopping. He couldn’t shop online—so how else would he buy food and
other necessities? How did he pay for those things if he never went out, didn’t
have a job?
She reminded herself that this was the whole point of the
trip. To meet this hermit and ask him questions, to find out why he lived the
way he did, what made him tick. What had happened to make him choose this
lifestyle?
Her car wouldn’t fit on the driveway behind his so she
parked at the side of the road in front of his house, figuring traffic wouldn’t
exactly be a problem anyway. Looking around, she was struck by the eeriness of
the place, the loneliness. Add that to the ugly nuclear power station perched
at the edge of the estate and you had a recipe for… well, hell on earth,
really. And they called Kent the garden of England.
Pulling herself back to the task at hand, Karen grabbed her
stuff then stepped out of the car, locking it and walking up to Tom’s shack.
The sooner she got the interview over with, the sooner she could leave this
desolate dump. Grey clouds overhead threatened rain, and she could hear the sea
crashing mercilessly against the shore, the saltiness in the air filling her
nostrils and coating her tongue. None of those things endeared her to the
place.
Reaching the front door of Tom’s shack, she sucked in a deep
breath and let it out, then straightened her stance. She was so used to working
from home, lounging in her office chair as she researched and typed away, that
she’d almost forgotten what it was like to meet someone on a professional
basis. It was imperative to get this guy to trust her, so he’d open up and give
her some good stuff for her piece. The project was a pain in the arse, but she
couldn’t grumble too much—the site’s editor had made it worth her while
financially.
Satisfied her body language was business-like yet friendly;
Karen knocked on the door, and waited.
A couple of seconds later, the door opened. “Hi,” said a guy
about her age, “you must be Karen, from Universe of Quirk.”
“Uh, yeah… that’s me.” So much for being professional. She
hadn’t been expecting a god to answer the door. It had totally thrown her. “I
mean, sorry, yes. I’m Karen Wilson. Lovely to meet you.” Holding out her hand,
she tried not to swoon as the hottie reached out and gripped it, his own hand
warm and dry, the shake firm but not crushing. Her belly did flip flops.
*****
Editor Bios:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and
erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100
publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several
editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic
Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and
co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house.
She owns Erotica For All, is book
editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth
of The Brit Babes. 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
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut Events, get togethers for authors and writers alike. Check out http://smutters.co.uk for the details of the next smut gathering.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebookhttp://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse and if you want to know more check out her website http://victoriablisse.co.uk
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