Sunday, 4 November 2012

Sunday Snog - That Filthy Book



Welcome to another Sunday Snog, hosted by Victoria Blisse - thanks to her as always - this week I'm offering an excerpt from That Filthy Book which I co-wrote with Natalie Dae.


This story is about a couple rediscovering their sex life and their passion. A long forgotten erotic book is the catalyst for their many fantasies and this excerpt is the prelude to them trying anal sex...




Monday dawned grey and drizzly. The usual scramble for school had me tense and rushing. Jacob stayed in bed, at my instruction, and I plonked a cup of sweet tea next to him as I raced into the room to grab a fleece and a book.
“I’ll be back by ten-thirty. I need to call in at the chemist and the library. The books are due back today and the girls have so many out I daren’t risk a fine.”
Library fines bothered me, but I couldn’t put my finger on exactly why. “Sure.” He grinned sleepily up at me. “You do that and I’ll get ready.”
I paused and twitched my brows. “Ready? I thought you were always ready?”
He smirked. “I am, but today requires extra preparation.”
I brushed my lips over his. “Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
The chemist had a long queue and I tapped my foot impatiently, willing the pharmacist to hurry. The library was quiet, but the absence of sound seemed to make the erotic images in my mind more vibrant. My anticipation more encompassing.
I was caught at every red light on the way home, and by the time I pulled into our drive my clit was buzzing, my heart racing and my arse cheeks had clenched so hard I was lifting from the driver’s seat.
Bolting through the front door and throwing my keys and handbag down, I was suddenly hit by the sugary scent of vanilla. I paused.
“Jacob?”
“Up here, love.”
I climbed the stairs, shrugging out of my fleece. His deep, steady voice was an aphrodisiac all of its own. “In here.”
The scent was stronger on the landing and the air held a hint of steam. I pushed into the bathroom, following his voice.
He’d drawn the blinds, and a long row of candles stood regimented on the windowsill, their flames shivering. The golden shimmer and heavy fragrances were startling after the dull Monday morning chores. It was like being transported to another world.
Jacob sat on the side of the bath wearing just black boxers, his skin shiny and his jawline unshaven.
“Hi,” he said in a lazy, sexy drawl.
“What’s all this?”
“I want you good and relaxed and I know how a hot bath with candles and a shoulder rub makes you all pliant.”
“Pliant?” I grinned at the opportune use of one of my favourite words.
“Yes, pliant. Soft and mellow. Ready for me.”
I stepped out of my shoes and tugged down my jeans and knickers. A hot bath with a shoulder rub sounded perfect. Because even I had to admit, my muscles and tendons were tight to the point of discomfort. Not good for what we had in mind this morning.
“Mmm,” he said, eyeing my neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. “You look good on a Monday .”
I whipped off my sweater. “Don’t I every day?”
“Yeah, love, I just don’t often get to see you stripping naked on a Monday morning. It’s a treat.”
I flicked the clasp on my bra and cupped my breasts. Tweaked my nipples to hard little points as I jutted my hips jauntily.
He stood. “Get in the bath,” he ordered, his voice rasping. “While I still have the self- control to give that shoulder rub.”
Not wanting to miss out on the treat, I hopped in, faster than I should have. The temperature was lobsterpot hot, and I gasped as I sank low.
He shifted to the back of the bath, dipped his hands in the water, and set up a firm squeeze on the tendons between my shoulders and the nape of my neck.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” I said, the heat penetrating my skin as I breathed in the vanilla scent. It reminded me of my favourite cakes.
He dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “I want to make you feel more than nice, love. I want to make you feel like you’re flying high.”
I shifted on the base of the bath, and the piping hot water flowed into my pussy. Sighing, I shut my eyes. “Great plan,” I whispered, thoroughly looking forward to the promise of flying high.
He continued to rub and squeeze, easing knots from my shoulders and scooping water and frothy bubbles onto my skin. The steam was heavy with our desire and the quiet splosh of the water echoed erotically around the tiled walls. I began to feel dreamy, his big, firm, familiar fingers transporting me to a wonderful place where only we existed.
Eventually he lifted his calming hands and I opened my eyes to the dim light.
“You ready?” he asked quietly.
The lust already pooling in my belly tugged at my pussy and clit, and my nipples peaked. I was more than ready. I’d been ready for weeks.
“Yes,” I said, reaching for his offered hand.
He urged me up, helped me out, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around my shoulders. My skin was hot and tingly, the towel super-soft, as if my senses were heightened. I leaned into him as he smoothed his hands over my back, drying and warming me further.
“That was perfect,” I said.
Crooking his finger beneath my chin, he tilted my head. I stared into his face, his handsome, adorable face that I knew better than my own, and felt my heart would burst with love. What we were about to do I could only do, would only do, with him.
There was only Jacob.
Our lips connected and, in a sudden flourish, he scooped me up, holding me tight against his bare chest.
I linked my fingers behind his head as he kicked the door open and marched into our bedroom.
He searched my mouth with his tongue even as he lowered me onto the bed. I explored his mouth, too, absorbing his flavour, his texture, knowing I would never get enough.
As he dipped his head to my breasts, I noticed the candles set around our room. There was a hint of vanilla in the air here too, and briefly I wondered if he’d been out and bought candles especially. James Blunt played softly on the stereo Jacob had brought up from downstairs, his voice dreamy and calming.
“Mmm, you taste divine,” Jacob whispered, nipping at my puckered areola.
I writhed for more. I wanted him to touch me all over. I was like a hot mass of wanton need infused with excitement. “Jacob,” I moaned. My patience had run dry. I needed him inside me, inside my forbidden entrance.
He must have sensed my urgency. “Turn over,” he said and nudged me with flattened palms.
I willingly rolled onto my belly.
Scooping his forearm beneath my hips, he raised me and eased a pillow, and another, beneath my body.
“Just relax and let me do the work,” he murmured, his breath warm in the hollow of my back.
“Yes, oh, yes, Jacob, please, now.”
“Patience.” He planted a hot, wet kiss on my left buttock and wound his fingers up my thighs, easing them apart so he could sit between them. “Patience, my love. Let me adore you in a way I never have before.”
I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my cheek onto the soft cotton duvet cover. This position was sexy as hell if he were about to fuck my pussy, but knowing his attention was going to be elsewhere gave it a whole new dimension. I squirmed and deepened the arch in my spine, offering my cleft up to his mouth as he kissed the globes of my arse.
My breathing quickened as he travelled the warm flat of his tongue down the crease between my arse cheeks. He kept going until he was actually licking over my puckered hole.
“Oh, God,” I groaned into the mattress. Of all the things I’d imagined, having him put his mouth there was not one of them. My face burned. Even though I’d bathed... This was all so new, so... My whole life that hole had been mine, private, just known to me. And there was my husband, licking it. Could I cope with that?
The muscles in my legs tightened on his shoulders—my little warning that I was embarrassed—but he took no notice. Instead, he firmed his grip on my buttocks and stretched them apart, exposing my most secret place some more.
Letting out a groan of part mortification, part desperation, I twisted my neck to face the other way. The sight of the butt plug, my vibrator, and a tube of lube on the bedside table greeted me.
“Jacob,” I gasped, needing to say his name as a whirlwind of thrilling images besieged me. Images of what was going to happen next. “Jacob.” 


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Thanks so much for reading :-)

Lily x

Friday, 2 November 2012

Special Guest - Mia Downing



Please welcome the lovely Mia Downing who has stopped by with tons of information about herself and her wonderful books, keep reading to find out how you can not only grab yourself a free copy of Lethal Limits but also enter a contest to win more...





Mia, I am so thrilled that you’ve stopped by my blog today. Your stories look super hot and I’m sure we are going to have a great time.

Thank you so much for having me, Lily! I’m going to give away an e-copy of one of my books, winner’s choice, to a lucky comment leaver.

Can you start by telling us whereabouts in the world you sit and dream up your stories?

I dream up my stories in rural Connecticut, just outside of New Haven. We’re far enough out in the country so it’s very peaceful on my little farm.

How many books do you have published to date? 

I have 5 books out right now, and another novella to be released any day. Four are with The Wild Rose Press and there’s one novella I had edited and self-published since it’s straight erotica and TWRP only takes erotic romance.




Ripped (m/m short novella, very light BDSM):

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Exceeding Boundaries (m/f office romance, light kink and BDSM):

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Spy Games: Trained for Seduction (m/f/m super spies! Light kink and BDSM) (Spy Games #1)

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Spy Games: Birthday Games (m/f/m short novella, light kink and BDSM) (Spy Games 1.5)

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Spy Games: Lethal Limits (m/f, with kink and very light BDSM) (Spy Games #2)

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Lethal Limits will be FREE on Amazon 
Nov 7-11!!!!!

I love your covers! Do you get any say in their design?

Thank you! I think they’re rather yummy, too. As far as a say in design, yes, and no. My editor is my cover artist—how lucky is that? So she knows the books intimately, and has an idea of what to put on them. We have detailed art sheets we fill out as well. Unfortunately, what you picture isn’t always what you can get because there are just so many things to be done with stock art. You have a better chance of striking gold in downtown Manhattan than you do of finding a hot blond guy. She won’t put horses on my cover unless I write a Cowboy Kink. ::sniff::

The cover needs to reflect your genre, so an erotic romance cover has to be sexy. If you want to write erotic romance, suck up to the fact it’s going to contain a hot, nearly naked man or woman. The cover for Ripped was not what we originally wanted, but I’ve gotten a lot of compliments on it!

I notice you have two books in your Spy Game series. What is it about writing a series that you enjoy?

There are actually going to be three full-length books in the series, and a set of shorter novellas to fill in the gaps between. I love the world I’ve created for them, and how the characters interact from book to book. Because they’re super spies a la James Bond, they are cooler and more bad ass than your normal character. They don’t get the cool gadgets, though!

Describe your writing schedule in the winter? I know you have animals, do they take up a big chunk of your day?

My schedule changes from day to day. Right now writing and editing are my only jobs, so I try to get to the desk first thing and get to work. I usually do any promo that needs to be done first thing or last thing. My best writing time is at night, but I can write during the day as needed. I’m a fast writer, so 10-30,000 words a week is standard if the story is flowing. It comes in fits and spurts, though.

The animals are fairly easy despite having a herd of them. We have cows, a horse, chickens, a dog and 2 cats. The horse needs regular exercising and care, which is done after school when my daughter gets home. The cows are the beef kind, so no milking required.


Do you have an overall favourite character in your books?

I really like them all, but I think I admire Kate Wells from Spy Games: Trained for Seduction the most. She’s caught between a rock and a hard place, and fortunately, that hard place is Chase’s chest! She’s the genius daughter of a mad scientist, and she’s been trapped in his lab, creating bombs and other weapons of mass destruction for him. She thinks they’re selling their weapons to the US, but eventually discovers she’s been used as a smart pawn. Chase was the man sent in to bust her father, and was also the man who took her to third base. She eventually discovers he’s her boss, and he’s been chosen as the man to finish the job so she’s trained for seduction.

Kate is strong, sassy and though she didn’t choose to be a spy, she’s happy with her new life. She has an incredible partner and trainer, Jake Anderson, who is her best friend though he lusts after her. And slowly but surely, she’s falling for Chase.

Is there anywhere in the world you haven’t set a book yet but would love to – and by that I mean visiting first for that all important research!

I’d love to visit Egypt and the pyramids. Ireland. England. And there are tons of places in America I haven’t yet seen.

Do you have a beta reader?

I actually have several. Everyone has preferences, so m/m may not be for some of them, or they may not really enjoy a ménage. My two main go-to women have been my friends for over a decade and are both published. They also know how to tell me I suck without making me curl up into a fetal ball for days.

For the Spy Games series I actually went and hunted down fresh victims who had never read the previous books so I could make sure the books could stand alone. I hate jumping into a series and being confused. I also rely heavily on my editor for her input.

Any tips for new writers?

Write! Write lots! Send your books out, collect the rejections and then write your next book. Don’t spend precious time revising over and over when publishers tell you no. Put it away and write something different. Learn from your mistakes and realize you’ll make new ones. Bad grammar is not synonymous with voice. Learn the writing rules before you try to break them. Blog even if you hate it. Always be nice.

Have you ever had extreme reviews for the same book? For example I had one reviewer say my book was ‘disturbing on so many levels’, and then another reviewer say it was ‘Hot, Hot, Hot and she wanted more’? How do you cope with reviews?

Oh yes, I’m just starting to get into the world of weird or conflicting reviews. I have a DNF (did not finish) from a reviewer nestled between two reviewers who had stayed up all night reading and loved it. I’ve now made it a goal to get a DNF for each book from a reviewer, since embracing the embarrassment instead of hiding from it seems to be more fun.

It’s definitely hard to read a bad review, because I put long hours into writing what they read. People starved, went to school in wrinkled clothes and lived in a dirty house while I wrote that (they have more right to complain.) I wouldn’t go to a dinner my Aunt Fanny cooked for me and write all over my blog that she serves the worst roast beef, ever. She spent time cooking it, so I should be nice. However, I’m selling a product and if I had to pay for Aunt Fanny’s crappy food then I’d be more apt to complain about choking it down.

So how I deal: I give myself 24 hours to have a pity party. I write whatever I wish to say about that bad review and I send it to my friend. If she feels it is fit to print somewhere, then I’m allowed to do so. But usually she says hell no, do not post that anywhere. Then I move on from it and remember there are total strangers out there liking what I write. So I go write for them.

When did you start writing and what led you down the path of erotic romance?

I started writing in 4th grade when I penned the sequel to Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. I wrote my first historical in college. After I was diagnosed with lupus right after getting married, I picked up writing again as a creative outlet. I joined RWA and became a contest diva, but eventually I turned to technical writing to make money.

I started writing a few erotic romance pieces and put them away. Then my New Year’s resolution for 2012 (which I never make because I set myself up to fail miserably) was to finish what I had started and to submit it. I have written over 450,000 words in 2012, contracted 5 books and self-published one novella. I guess for once I didn’t fail!

What are the best and worst things about being a writer?

The best thing: I wake up, take the 30 second commute to work in my jammies carrying coffee from the Keurig. I search for hot men on stock photo sites. Reading books about sex and searching out DH for fun could be construed as research. I live in someone else’s world, manipulate them like God and someone pays me (eventually) to do it.

The worst thing: I spend a lot of time in front of the computer. The internet is easily distracting. You get people that love what you write and HATE what you write. The cookies call to you.

Any tips for staving off the dreaded writers bum? Do you force yourself to exercise or do your daily chores keep you active?

Is making coffee considered exercise? I have a really big mug. It’s heavy. I do walk, but I’m not nearly as active as I should be.

Do your family and friends read your books?

NO. Well, my sister has, and that’s it. My friends—a few have read them. Erotic romance is not for everyone, so they’ve been warned just because there’s a ménage, it doesn’t mean it’s happening here.

Have you ever written a dominant character who you’ve had to really work with to make likeable?

Chase Sanders is probably the most difficult character I’ve written. He’s all boss, strong and invincible, in control of every aspect of his life. He expects your best and won’t take less than that. He takes no prisoners. He has no problem omitting the facts to get the mission done.

And then Kate came into his life. She shakes up the boss side of him and drives him to distraction. Unfortunately, Chase’s need for control stretches into every aspect of Kate’s life and into their bed. In the first book it’s easy to see why he does what he does, but in the second book, Lethal Limits, Chase gets himself into trouble by micromanaging Kate’s life a little too much. I understand why he did it, but readers have been hating on my poor Lord of the Spies.

It doesn’t get much better for Chase, either. He’s between a rock and a hard place when he gets to Charlotte’s book, Spy Games: Endgame. Things might be happier at home, but he his job means balancing getting the bad guys and making sure his spies return from the job. Charlotte is like his sister, and she’ll question if he ever loved her at all in her book.

Sexy spy’s are always great reading fodder, what was it that drew you write about these particular heroes?

The first Spy Games book was something I had dreamed up while my DH was snoring and I was too lazy to get out of bed. I had different scenarios, but Kate always ended up with Jake, and it just never seemed to work as well. Then one night, I let Chase win Kate. While I was writing Exceeding Boundaries, I wondered why it couldn’t become a book. I started thinking about it in a more sexy way, and the series was born!

Can you give us some links so we can stay in touch?


What’s coming next from Mia Downing?

I have a m/m coming out very soon with The Wild Rose Press. Just Ask is a gay for you contemporary set in Fiji.

Blurb

When business mogul Jordan Hill inherits half of Bendura Island Resort, a posh vacation destination in the Fiji Islands, the will demands he release his half uncle's ashes somewhere on the island and that he indulge in a real vacation before he sells. As Jordan is reeling with grief and under good circumstances doesn't do vacations, especially if they include horses and looming volcanoes, he finds himself on uneven footing. The footing turns treacherous as Jordan realizes, for the first time in his life, he's attracted to a man--his new business partner.

For resort entrepreneur Ryan McCale, Bendura Island is a dream come true as well as his livelihood. He was warned Jordan would try to sell sight unseen, and after meeting him, there's no doubt the business shark has dollar signs in his eyes. But there's also vulnerability and desire in that chocolate gaze. Suddenly, Ryan's looking forward to showing Jordan the delights of the island and hoping to convince his new partner Bendura could be his dream, too.

I’m also working on another series, out the first of the year and other short novellas to go between the Spy Games books.

WOW! Thanks so much for stopping by, Mia, and sharing inside information all your lovely books and giving us an insight into your life and your writing. I'm itching to get reading now and immerse myself in the worlds your sexy characters live in!!

Don't forget readers, Mia is giving away one of her books, so leave a comment, say hi, add in your email address and you could be in with a chance.

Lily x

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Elise Hepner and me!

Today the lovely Elise Hepner, fellow Ellora's Cave author, has invited me over to her blog.

I hope you can join me for a chat.


Tuesday, 30 October 2012

K D Grace

My lovely friend K D Grace has invited me over to her place to chat about self-publishing. It would be great to see you there.


Lily x

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Peeping Tom!



Head on over to When One Is Not Enough where I'm talking about voyeurism and giving a sneaky peak into The Glass Knot.



Happy Sunday

Lily x

Saturday, 27 October 2012

FREE book!


Weekend at Wilderhope Manor by Lucy Felthouse is FREE from 27th – 31st October!


That's right! Lucy Felthouse's lesbian erotic story set over a Halloween weekend is FREE on Amazon UK and US from 27th – 31st October. Make sure to grab your copy, and tell all your friends!

Get it here: Amazon UK | Amazon US

Blurb:

When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?

Excerpt:

The car trundled up the long driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the only sound as Stephanie and her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at their surroundings.
Even at dusk the tree-lined driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained parkland, spanning for acres on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the Fiesta around a bend in the track, they both gasped. Their destination, Wilderhope Manor, had come into view and it was stunning. The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than three frontages visible from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built patterns jutted into the darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of the manor, giving the place an appearance that was both beautiful and foreboding.
Presently, the driveway opened out into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could tell, doubled as a car park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into a spot between two vehicles and killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped, startled. Her girlfriend had leaned in close, making a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.
“Are you ready to be scared out of your wits, young lady?” Jenny rasped, wiggling her eyebrows and fingers theatrically.
Stephanie shoved her playfully, laughing. “Come on, you silly cow. It’s a murder mystery weekend, not a monster hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or vampires involved.”
Stephanie got out of the car and closed the door. She’d already popped open the boot and started unloading their bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting petulantly.
“But it’s Halloween tomorrow,” Jenny insisted. “Anything could happen. The veil between the living and dead will be at its thinnest, and this place is meant to be swarming with ghosts.”
“If you say so, sweetheart,” she replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny’s crazy beliefs by now. “Grab your bags and let’s get inside. It’s cold. You got the tickets?”
Jenny nodded, brandishing her handbag in response. Jenny picked up her overnight bag as Stephanie slammed the boot lid before locking the car, then followed her toward the grand entrance to Wilderhope Manor.
* * *
A little while later, they were installed in their room. They’d each been handed a “Welcome Pack” by the staff member who had attended to them at Reception, which consisted of their itinerary and instructions for the weekend.
As they unpacked, she voiced one of the thoughts that had run through her head. “Have you ever noticed how places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and yet, if it’s two guys, they automatically assume they’re gay?”
“They’ll soon change their tune when they see your outfit for tonight!” Jenny replied, grinning cheekily at her. “It screams ‘lesbian’ with every stitch!”
“Whatever do you mean, you saucy wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as a distinguished gentleman does not a lesbian make.”
“True, but I wonder what it’ll do to you? Perhaps it’ll work in reverse and turn you straight!”

Get it here: Amazon UK | Amazon US

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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. 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