Seduction for only .99cents #sexyromance #erotic #newrelease #kindle

Seduction cover jpgSeven seductive stories for only 99 cents? Yes, you heard it right! I’m excited to announce that Seduction – One Fortune at a Time is now available for pre-order at Amazon. Click here to reserve your copy today.

There are not one, but two Dirty Birdies appearing in this anthology collection of never-before-published novellas. Hearts on Fire by Roz Lee and Heart’s Destiny by moi (Jennifer Lynne) are accompanied by five other romance stories that range from sensual to erotic.

Today I thought I’d bring you an Adults-only excerpt from Heart’s Destiny – hopefully it will whet your appetite for more:

Waves of sensation kept washing through her body. She couldnʼt stop shaking, especially when he stood, grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted her up in the air, and then straight down onto his waiting cock. There was no finesse. No delicate prodding to ensure the breach was gentle. No chance to change her mind. He was big, and she was out of practice, but the force of his thrust as well as their combined sex fluids aided his entry. Her eyes widened and she clutched at his shoulders to maintain balance. His guttural groan, and the pressure of his organ rooted so deep inside her, ignited little flames within her womb. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and hooked her ankles together behind his back.

Donʼt think. Just feel.

He took a step forward and lay her on the table top, their bodies still joined. When he bent to kiss her, she could taste her own fluids on his lips and tongue. It mingled with his flavor to create a heady aphrodisiac that ramped up her need ten-fold. She sucked in his tongue, forcing it deep in a parody of what they were already doing. He moaned down in his throat with a vulnerable sound that she swallowed into oblivion.

The thrust when he fucked her was harder than sheʼd ever felt, and she broke off the kiss to release her own pent-up moans. “Ky.ˮ She couldnʼt say anything beyond his name. There was so much going on, not only physically but in her mind and her soul. Itʼs too much. All she could do was go with this moment, let him fuck her, until there was nothing left but this gorgeous creature hammering into her body with a force that rasped the flesh of her back along the wooden table. Pain. Pleasure. Up and down. Over and over. Pounding. Grunting. Groaning.

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Lynne

Here’s the blurb:

Seven steamy novellas from seven acclaimed romance authors, guaranteed to bring good fortune (or at least a hot read) to any romance fan. There’s a seduction for everyone in this collection of never-before published stories that range from sensual to erotic—all for one seductive price!

Temptation Returns by Lisa Carlisle – Antonio returns from the Marine Corps and runs into the woman he never forgot at a rock club. Lina can’t believe Antonio is back in town, right before her wedding. Can she resist temptation in the form of a dark-haired Italian Marine?

Love Charm for Fiona by Carly Carson – When Fiona receives a fortune teller’s love charm, she casts the spell to bring her dead fiancé back to life. But a love charm has its own magic, and what she gets is a surprise in the form of a SEAL on “shore leave.”

Fear Of Flying by Leigh Court – Book publicist Jessie Jordan is deathly afraid of flying, which prompts travel writer Regan Quade to come up with a highly imaginative (and intimate!) way to calm her anxiety. Thrown together on a two-week book tour, the result just might be a bestseller!

Hearts on Fire by Roz Lee – They’ve been burned before, but desire will rekindle the flames of love in this sensual and heart wrenching story of redemption and second chances.

Heart’s Destiny by Jennifer Lynne – Eve Perroniʼs quest to find her past leaves no time for love, until a chance prediction leads to the seductive Ky Ransom and a destiny that could make—or break—both their hearts.

Moonlit Seduction by Anne Kane – Winston is a mutt with a mission – to convince Natalie that her fortune lies in surrendering to the seductive Jacob McKinley.

Hidden Fortune by Laura Sheehan – Ava has always played it safe, but after a midnight run-in with a handsome stranger, she discovers that perhaps fortune favors the bold. Can she find the courage to seek the ultimate treasure?

Order your copy of Seduction – One Fortune at a Time here!

Aliens – love them or hate them?

Happy Monday, folks.


I’m pondering the above question today, as you do, mainly because my second book in my Warriors series is now available for pre-order.

If you haven’t met my drool worthy Warriors yet, let me tell you about them, and why I love them so much.



I’ve always been somewhat fascinated by the whole concept of Aliens. As a child, long before I watched ET, I used to lay awake at night, and stare at the starry sky, visible through my window and wonder…

It seemed logical to me that all those planets out there would hold other forms of life somehow. Maybe not life as we know it, but life, nonetheless. I guess it also helped that my gran, being an Atheist, had no religious prejudices influencing her answers to all of my questions. To her, things were not set in stone and Mother Nature was a never ending place of wonder and discovery.

A keen amateur astrologist she knew all the constellations by name and was only too happy to share that knowledge with me.

So, even back then I spun stories in my head, involving Alien life forms, and once I could read devoured Sci-fi books. Needless to say we were and still are huge Treckie fans and Dr. Who is a must watch in our house.

So, it was inevitable, really, that my writer’s brain would eventually latch onto writing Aliens, especially as I write erotic romance and erotica, and well….


You can have so much fun with that.

My Aliens are not little green men, of course. No, they are droolworthy seven foot hunks of male perfection, who only have eyes for their human heroines, and each other.

Females are scarce in this future, so having mated triads is more or less the norm, and love knows no boundaries J

Here are my top ten reasons for loving those Warriors.

  • Heh, they’re Aliens that alone peeks my interest, nuff said.
  • Their unique mating practices, shall we say, or what goes where :-P
  • Its sci-fi… anything goes….
  • The glimpse into our possible future.
  • The technology and the endless possibilities for new inventions.
  • Their code of honour. They all have one, even if it’s different from ours.
  • They make the best villains.
  • They make the best lovers.
  • They’re dominant and hot as hell.
  •  Horn sex (You’ll see, when you read the books.)

Like I said book two has just become available for pre-order!




[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois, M/M/F, with M/M elements, HEA]

A warship is no place for a human mother and her child. However, Drakan Commander Alzaar and his second-in-command, Bentaan, have no choice but to bring Sapphyre and Jayde on board. Not least, because their instincts scream at them that she is the one woman who can turn them into a family again.

Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter safe. How on earth does she do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her libido keeps leading her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn’t want her on board the ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this world. If only her heart wasn’t involved, and she didn’t want both of them.

When the Tamarillion is attacked, Sapphyre has to fight for her men and the ship she now calls home. Without her all would be lost, and Alzaar finally shows his emotions.

However, when regulations and their pasts collide, can they rescue each other?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Pre-order it here.

Ready for an excerpt?

“I told you she’d react like that,” Bentaan said.

“I fail to see what’s so bloody amusing about this,” Sapphyre said, and Bentaan sobered.

“I’m not laughing at you, but my stupid brother-in-law over there, my sweet.”

Her eyes widened at the unexpected endearment, until the words hit her in the gut. Brother-in-law? Alzaar is married?

“Second, I order you to stop talking right now. This has got nothing to do with my decision.” Alzaar’s sharp command froze the blood in Sapphyre’s veins with the ice behind the words, but Bentaan just grinned and winked at her.

“This has got everything to do with this, and you know that, so with all due respect, Commander, Sapphyre has a right to know this.” He ignored Alzaar’s warning growl and continued. “Throw me in the brig, if it makes you feel better, brother, but Shaliah would be appalled by your behavior and you know that.”

Alzaar visibly flinched at the mention of that name, and Sapphyre’s heart clenched at the raw pain that crossed his warrior features.

“Keep her out of this, Bentaan.”

“No, I will not. Shaliah’s last words to me were to promise her to make sure you carried on living, and I’m damn well going to make sure that is what you will do.”

Alzaar looked all set to pounce on the other man, and Sapphyre edged away slowly. The air was so thick with tension, breathing was once again difficult, as the two men circled each other hands down, her presence almost forgotten it seemed.

“I said to stop talking, second.”

“No, this conservation is long overdue.” Bentaan threw her a glance and smiled, and Alzaar, too, looked across at her.

Gooseflesh broke out over her exposed skin at the intensity of those stares, and she clasped her arms to stop her hands from shaking.

“Please, stop. I don’t want you two fighting,” she whispered.

Bentaan smirked and some of the tension left the room.

“It’s good of you to want to protect the commander’s ass, Sapphyre. I’d beat the old man hands down, that’s for sure.”

Alzaar swung his fist and punched Bentaan in the gut in answer to that statement, and Sapphyre gasped at the dull thud that seemed too loud in the quiet room.

Bentaan grunted and blocked the next punch aimed at his face, and before Sapphyre could do anything at all, the two of them were locked in an all-out brawl. Fists flew and bones crunched as either man gave as good as they got in a display of testosterone-filled one-upmanship that would have done any cave man proud. Sapphyre groaned. It seemed men the galaxy over were the same. After several minutes of this, she’d had enough. She noticed the refreshment station and having asked for two jugs of ice water, she proceeded to chuck them over the fighting duo in one fell swoop. Water and ice cubes went flying, but it had the desired effect, as they stopped and glared at her. Their identical bewildered expressions were too much, and Sapphyre burst into laughter.

“What the fuck was that for?” Bentaan asked, and Sapphyre shrugged her shoulders, and followed the trails of water as it rendered both men’s tunics transparent. The fabric clung to their muscular torsos, which were liberally covered in dark chest hair, and she clenched her thighs to relieve the instant ache in her clit. Seriously those two were like walking, talking, Viagra to her system. It was insane.

“Well, if you will act like rabid dogs, I’ll treat you like it,” she said and immediately took a step back when they both straightened and growled low in their throats. She put her hands up to stay them off, as they slowly advanced on her, and she backed away until the wall stopped her. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to tweak the metaphorical tiger’s tail. She sure felt like their prey right now, and her body responded to their dominance with embarrassingly obvious results.

Her breasts grew heavy and her nipples puckered under their heated gazes. Bentaan groaned and adjusted himself under his tunic, and Alzaar’s blue eyes darkened until they were almost black. A rush of moisture coated her pussy lips, and Alzaar’s nostrils flared as though he could smell her need for him, for both of them. Bentaan stepped closer still, but Alzaar hung back, and simply stood watching her. By the time Bentaan placed either hand on the wall next to her head, effectively crowding her against the cool metal, she was so aroused, her juices coated the tops of her thighs, and they hadn’t even touched her.

Lord help her if they ever did. She would combust on the spot, for sure.

“You are comparing us to dogs, woman?”

Bentaan growled the words into her ear and she shut her eyes as the vibrations of his deep tenor trembled through her body.

“If the shoe fits.” How she managed to get the words out of her parched throat she would never know, and a shiver went down her spine when she heard the click, as Bentaan’s fangs descended. Warm puffs of air slid across her neck, as he ran the tips of his incisors along her skin with just enough force to leave marks. Sapphyre’s hands clenched in the wet fabric of his clothes and she gasped when he ground the hard ridge of his erection into her lower belly.

“If you were mine, my sweet little human, you’d be over my knee, and I’d be spanking your luscious behind until it was hot and red, for that insolence. And then I’d fuck you like the rabid dog you likened me to.”

Oh, god!

That thought really shouldn’t turn her on.

Alzaar’s low growl made her open her eyes. He had stepped closer to see what Bentaan was doing. Fangs fully extended, he watched the two of them with such a look of hunger on his face, Sapphyre was again reminded of a huge predator ready to devour her. Her gaze dropped to his groin and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the enormous erection he was sporting. Bentaan felt long, hard, and thick against her belly, but Alzaar looked even bigger, and Sapphyre forgot to breathe altogether, until Alzaar spoke.

“She isn’t yours, however, second, so stop manhandling her.”

Stay naughty, folks


D xx

NYC Book Signing & Anthology Release



Next week, I’ll be attending the BDSM Writers Con in NYC! I’m so excited about all the workshops, presentations and field trips planned for attendees. Full registration is closed now, but day passes are still available if you are in the area.

What you don’t want to miss is the Book Signing on Sunday, Aug. 24th. It’s open to the public, and I will be there signing copies of my Mustangs Baseball series as well as the brand new – first ever- BDSM Writers Con Anthology! Yep, I’ve got a story in there!! How awesome is that?

Here are the deets:

Book Signing

Roosevelt Hotel

45 East 45th Street, NYC, NY

 Noon – 4pm

Anthology -- SmallSo, how do you get your hands on the anthology? Follow this link to preorder the  print version. Use discount code RAB to save 30%. (discount offer ends 8/18)

As soon as the ebook version becomes available, I’ll post that info on my website.

Want to win some goodies from the conference? I’m giving away some awesome stuff I’m collecting at the two conferences I’m attending this month (Authors After Dark and the BDSM Writers Con). Hop on over HERE to add your name to the drawing!


New Release: Pack of Lies by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #romance #paranormal #werewolves

Hi everyone,

Me again! I’m dancing by (yes, I’m really that excited) to let you know that Pack of Lies, my paranormal erotic romance novel, is now available.

I absolutely adored writing this book – I had fun right from the research stages, through planning and writing. I wrote just over half of the book during NaNoWriMo (winning the 50k banner!) and then finally finished it in the New Year. I’ll be sharing lots of background information when the book is on its blog tour later on the month – see the button below (click it for dates, etc).



In the meantime, if you’d like a sneak peek into the inspiration and imagination behind this whopping 96k book, check out my Pinterest board.

Without further ado, then, here’s the blurb and an excerpt for you:

Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

Inside Scoop: This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.


As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”

Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.

“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.

“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”

“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”

“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”

An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”

The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”

“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”

“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”


Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.

Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”

Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”

Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”

Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”

“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”

Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”

Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”

Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored his older brother.

“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”

Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.

Retrieving his keys from the hook by the front door, he called up to his brother. “I’m going now, Isaac. I’ll see you after my shift at the pub. I’m working until closing time.”

“Okay. Don’t forget to keep me posted!”

“I won’t.” As if he could forget. The dead sheep was going to be a big thing, he just knew it. The vicar might not think he and his brother had anything to do with it, but some of the other villagers might. When there was no proof either way, just his and Isaac’s word, it was understandable, really. Since he and his brother changed into wolves every full moon, it was a natural conclusion to draw. Particularly since normal wolves had been extinct in England for over five hundred years.

Intrigued? I hope so. Grab your copy here, and add it to Goodreads here.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x


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 Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

New Release: What To Read After FSOG, Various Authors #wtrafsog4

Hi everyone,

Apologies in advance, I’m going to be pretty promo heavy this month – I’m in the fourth What To Read After Fifty Shades of Grey box set, and my next novel, Pack of Lies, is released on Friday, so things are going to be crazy. Hopefully September will be calmer so I can write a nice waffling post for you :D

So, here’s the skinny on #wtrafsog4 (that’s much quicker to type!) – it contains stories from eleven authors, including my F/F novella, Weekend at Wilderhope Manor. It’s available for just $0.99 and will be out for a limited time, so be sure to grab this total bargain of a box set now. And please tell all your friends!

Lucy x

Grab your copy here:

Add to your Goodreads shelves:

What-to-read-after-50-part-4Heidi and the Kaiser by Selena Kitt

Mousy little Heidi is a wanna-be designer who works as nothing more than a glorified go-fer for one of the largest and most well-known companies in the world of fashion. When she accidentally stains CEO Warren Kaiser’s pants, she gets two things she didn’t expect–a spanking…and a job. Kaiser hires her as his assistant, and her “training” proves to be quite a test of surrender.

Yield To Me by Sarah Castille

Amateur MMA fighter, Marcy Foster is determined to win the state championship. But dark secrets and a broken trust mean there’s one submission she just can’t master. Fortunately Club Excelsior has hired a coach who knows all the right moves.

Sexy, confident and commanding, fight consultant Jax demands control, both in and out of the ring. But once he has Marcy against the ropes, Jax knows he’s in too deep. He has the dominance to give her what she needs, but once he unleashes her hidden passions, there’s no going back.

Under Jax’s skilled hands, Marcy submits to her deepest desires. But when her personal and professional worlds collide, she is forced to face a brutal truth — yielding to her darkest needs may be the one thing that costs her the fight…and her heart.

Finding Love’s Wings by Zoey Derrick

CAMERON ENDERS seems to have it all: a brand new condo in a city she loves, a top executive position at an international entertainment firm, an insane amount of money, and a gorgeous boyfriend. But when Cami catches the boyfriend in the act with another woman, it triggers all the anguish from years of neglect by her parents, and she realizes she never learned how to love or be loved. Cami flees to the remote tropical island of Tarah, but she can’t avoid facing her problems any longer when she meets the man of her fantasies…

Butterfly by Elle Harper

Grace Elliot is falling apart. Overwhelming tragedy has turned her world into a dark and lonely place. She’s alive…but not living.

Counsellor Ben Hardy is certain he can help Grace heal. Maybe it’s a way to rid himself of the demons haunting him from that one horrific night when his life shattered. When they meet, everything changes, and their pasts offer them a remedy to save each other.

Weekend at Wilderhope Manor by Lucy Felthouse

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?

At Any Price by Brenna Aubrey

When Mia Strong, proud geek-girl and popular gaming blogger, auctions off her virginity online, she knows she’ll make waves. But what she will not be making is a love connection. Her rules are set in stone: One night. No further contact. It’s a desperate step, but it’s the only way she can go to medical school and pay her mother’s mounting hospital bills.

Adam Drake, the enigmatic auction winner, is a software prodigy who made his first million at seventeen. Now, in his mid-twenties, he’s sexy, driven and–as CEO of his own gaming company–he’s used to making the rules. Before Mia knows what’s happening, he’s found the loophole in the rules of her auction. Every stipulation she’s made to protect her heart gets tossed by the wayside.

Closure by Kim Carmichael

There’s always the one…He’s one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one who leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you need closure. For Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor. After he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew and reinvented herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name, Riley Williams is now an up and coming journalist given the assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected he would be her Mike Taylor. With Mike having no hint of Riley’s true identity, she must decide if she will make him pay for sins he doesn’t remember committing, or if she can wipe away the past and be with the one man who she has always wanted?

Devil’s Kiss Trilogy by Gemma James

Kayla Sutton faces a question no mother wants to face: what would you do to save your daughter? Broke and desperate, she siphons thousands from the company she works for to pay for her daughter’s life-saving treatment, but when Gage Channing discovers her theft, she learns her boss has no intention of turning her over to the police. Instead, he issues an ultimatum—submit to him, or go to jail. As her daughter’s life hangs in the balance, Kayla must dig deep to find the strength to travel down the path of pain and pleasure. But when her past catches up to her, prompting a free fall into forbidden territory with a man she once loved, she knows her only recourse is to come clean and beg her Master’s forgiveness. INCLUDES: Ultimatum, Enslaved, Retribution.

Touched By Death by Dale Mayer

Anthropologist Jade Hansen returns to Haiti to face the demons of her past and finds herself back in the path of danger…and falling in love with a man who’s in the middle of it all.

Just Another Day At The Office by Hedonist Six

It’s Cath’s first day at the new job, and she’s feeling overwhelmed. Her colleague, John, is able to set her pulse racing just with his presence, while their sleazy boss, Richard, seems unable to grasp that she’s not into him.

John is used to being ignored, or worse, by the opposite sex. When new girl, Cath, tries to get his attention, he reacts in the only way he knows how: with suspicion. Can she convince him he truly is the man of her dreams?

Summer’s Journey by Summer Daniels

Join Summer on her journey of sexual self-discovery; a well written, intelligent and sexy series about the beginning of her sensual, sultry love affair with life, and all the joys of being a woman.

Grab your copy here:

Add to your Goodreads shelves:


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 Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Commonwealth Games Lapel Pin

Commonwealth Games Lapel Pin

The other day, I was looking at the website for the Commonwealth Games currently going on in Glasgow, Scotland. I’ve never been to a multi-national sporting event such as the Commonwealth Games or the Olympics, but I do have some experience with tournaments.

For many years, my daughters played competitive softball. This meant almost weekly travel to all parts of the United States and once, to Mexico.  Some of our favorite memories were the National tournaments where the best of the best gathered to compete. Imagine the Little League World Series, but all girls.

A big part of those events was, and still is, pin trading. Every team came armed with bags full of their own brightly colored pin. The object was to trade yours, one at a time for someone else’s. Between games, girls would congregate in the common areas to examine each other’s collections, making deals, much like the MLB trade frenzy, for unique pins to add to their collections. Not only did the activity provide a fun interlude, but it brought competitors together as friends off the field.

According to a 2012 article in the New York Times, Olympic pin trading is a sport in it’s own right. Based on my own observations, I can imagine the excitement of pin trading on that level. Oh, what fun!

Recently, I was shopping for a new piece of SWAG (Stuff We All Get) to take to conferences, and those trading pins my daughter collected came to mind. Since I write baseball romances these days, the idea clicked. Next week, my new Mustangs Baseball collectors pin will be making its debut at Authors After Dark in Charlotte, NC. If you happen to be there, I’ll be handing them out, all you have to do is ask for one.

Who knows? Maybe one day the idea will take hold at romance reader conventions and those huddles in the bar will take on a new dimension – pin trading!

Mustangs Baseball Trading Pin

Mustangs Baseball Trading Pin

The F-Word

Happy Monday, folks.

I’m here to talk about the F-Word today.

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To an Erotic writer the F-Word  is like waving the red flag to a bull, right?


My heroes and sometimes the heroines too, can be right potty mouths, but I thought I would come up with other F-Words for you for this post. So without further ado, here they are .


  1. Fruit: It goes without saying that my writing gets decidedly fruity, if not to say downright kinky, but I also use fruit and more generally food in the literal sense.

There is something very intimate about a candle lit dinner, or a picnic, or a take away whilst sat in the car in the rain, is there not? You can very easily show the emotional connection as your h/h connect over the food. The way the moisture runs down the wine glass. The way he swallows and you can’t take your eyes off the movement of that Adam’s Apple. The way she licks her lips, wraps them around her fork and…

You get the idea, and let’s not forget the fun you can have with food items in the bedroom. Chocolate, strawberries, pineapples, ice cubes, champagne … I’ve used them all in those moments when I throw the bedroom door wide open. Well, actually, quite often there are no bedrooms involved at all.


In Through the Dom’s Lens Master J decides to use his sub as a plate and literally eats his dinner off her. Messy, sure, but a delight of the senses for both of them

  1. Fun: Life is far too serious and I firmly believe in injecting a good old sense of fun into my stories. The ability to make the other person laugh is sexy in itself don’t you think? I write tough Alpha males, yet they know not to take themselves too seriously, and my sassy heroines tease them mercilessly. Of course in turn this will invariably lead to punishments, but then they are a whole lot of different type of fun.


3. Foreplay: Where would we be in writing romance without foreplay, and I don’t just mean that in the literal sense. Sometimes, whether I’m writing or reading for that matter the whole dance around each other until they finally give into their attraction is sexier than the actual act. Sexual tension that leaps off the page, as the two or three of them fight their attraction to each other. The looks across the crowded room, the stolen kisses, the dreams, and then of course the actual act of foreplay.

I sometimes despair when writing at how much time my heroes take to simply enjoy their ladies, to tease and titillate and get them so worked up that I am screaming along with them. You will quite often find a status on my Author page to this effect.

For goodness sakes, jump her already.


Of course it all adds to the tension, and the heroine’s pleasure is always foremost in my hero’s minds, just like it ought to be. It’s not just the heroes that do the teasing, oh no. My heroines aren’t shy wallflowers, and they get their own back. Such fun to write.

4. Fur: Yes, you read that right, fur, and I’m not talking about muffs here.

I write a lot of shifter books, where my heroes are dominant alphas who shift into great big furry bears, tigers, wolves, panthers, and so forth. Now, I’m sure in real life it would probably be rather a pain. Imagine the amount of hair balls you’d have to pick up off the carpet, and the left over fur when they molt and what not.


However, this is fiction, and in that a man who can shift into a big majestic creature ready to kill for you at a moment’s notice, yeah, that’s hot. Not to mention the mating bond, that mystical connection that means he will only have eyes for you.

Writing paranormal brings an extra dimension to the love scenes. The scent, the sensing of emotions, the struggle between their animal and human side, and the delicious growling.

I do have a thing for a man with a deep, growly, gravelly voice.


In fact, my editor is convinced that I only write shifter stories so that she can’t flag up the amount of growling that goes on. I will neither confirm nor deny that assumption…

Then, there is the added element of danger in a paranormal story. Yes, huge fun to write and read.

5. Family: None of us are isolated. We all have family and friends who influence our decisions, and to some extent the life-partner we chose, so it only makes sense to include them when writing, and that goes for children too.

I’ve heard it say that children have no place in an erotic romance, but by the time I read that, I had already written several where children are very much involved. They are part of everyday life and as a mum of nine they are very much part of my life, so naturally they find themselves into my writing.

Children can be a great source of inserting humour and conflict into a story, and I don’t know about you, but there is nothing sexier than a great big hunk of an alpha male, who holds a tiny baby in his big hands, or who stoops down to talk to the toddler.

And let’s not forget the tried and tested heroine’s best friend, who wants all the filthy details from your night with the sex-on-legs hunk.

The meddling mother-in-law, the disapproving sister-in-law, the hero’s ex, yep, we can use all of those to give our characters depth and to place them firmly in the real world, so to speak.


So, there you have it. Five words beginning with F. I could have used, foul mouthed, filthy, fornication, fetish, fellatio, flaccid, flogger, to name but a few, but, I’m behaving myself… sort of.


Feel free to add your own F-Words in the comments. I would love to see what you come up with.

Before I go, let me draw your attention to my latest release. This time the heroes are dominant Aliens.



[Ménage Amour: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M elements, public exhibition, HEA]

The men of any species have needs…

Gemini Hudson has grown up, knowing the truth behind those words, but what happens when those needs pitch lovers against each other in a war torn galaxy?

Cirrion Warrior Zorran rescued a nine year old Gemini in a rare show of compassion. Twelve years later his slave has grown into a beautiful young woman which he feels inexorably drawn to. However, she is only human and too fragile for his dark desires. Desires he is certain he can only share with one man—his Drakan lover Ornack.

With Drakan at war with Cirrion the men’s relationship seems doomed to failure. Giving Gemini to Ornack will fulfil their emotional needs in a way Zorran can’t.

From the minute he sees her, Lord Ornack knows this female is the one woman who can complete their circle, because she loves Zorran as much as he does.

There’s only one solution. Claim both his mates and damn the consequences.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Buy it from: Bookstrand Amazon

Taken by her Alien Warriors became available on Amazon last week, and promptly became a best seller in SciFi.


*insert happy dancing me*


Anyway, I’ve rambled on enough,  so I’ll sign off.

Stay naughty, folks (oooh, another F-word)

D xxx

New Novel Coming from Lucy Felthouse – Pack of Lies

Hi everyone,

I’m very excited to announce that I have a release date for my next novel. Pack of Lies, my werewolf novel, is coming out with Ellora’s Cave on the 6th August!

pack-of-liesHere’s the blurb – and isn’t the cover gorgeous?

Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

Inside Scoop:  This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.

I’m very excited to have another full-length novel coming out. It’s very different to my previous one, Stately Pleasures, not only because it’s a paranormal, but because it’s more of a thriller than a romance. But don’t worry, there’s plenty of romance and hot sex in there, too!

You can add it to your Goodreads shelves here:

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to happy dance around the room!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x


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 Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Christmas in July – winter warmth or summer sizzle?

All depends on your location, doesn’t it? Hello everyone, it’s Jennifer here and  I’m currently shivering through winter in Australia. It’s damn cold, with our best snow season in 30 years, apparently. So I thought it was the perfect time to warm things up with a taste of Christmas in July. ;)

No matter which hemisphere you live in, I hope you enjoy this little piece of summer sizzle…or is that winter warmth?

JenniferLynne_IceQueen_200pxSpeaking of winter…

ICE QUEEN is the upcoming release in the GODS OF LOVE series of erotic romance novellas about the Greek gods of love in a modern-day world.

When a former killer, who hates what she has become, meets the sexy Greek god of desire, heat ignites right from the first moment.

But this ice queen has been in the business so long her soul feels as black as the night in which she operates. Can Eros draw upon the erotes and their many aspects of love to help melt Meika’s heart, or has the god king of desire finally met someone who is immune to the heat of his touch?

ICE QUEEN will be out later this year. If you’d like to catch up on the GODS OF LOVE series so far, please check out Jennifer’s books at Amazon, All Romance or at her website.

Above photo © pawelsierakowski –

Switch Hitter Steps Up to the Plate

Smiling happy beautiful muscular man in rainbow swimtrunks in viThis past week, Major League Baseball named former player, Billy Bean as the League’s first Ambassador for Inclusion. (No, that’s not him in the picture!) In accordance with the League’s policy forbidding players to harass or discriminate against other players based on sexual orientation, Bean will provide guidance, training and support for those in the LGBT community.

Last fall, I released SWITCH HITTER – Mustangs Baseball #4 – about a bisexual player and a gay player. I like to think all the players on my fictional baseball team represent real people, and Bentley Randolph and Sean Flannery are no exception. However, the book has received mixed reviews, but the one that sticks in my mind is a one star review from a woman who claims to be the wife of a Major League player. According to her, my book depicted unrealistic relationships and destroys the image of athletes.

I respectfully  disagree with her statements.  I think it’s completely unrealistic to think there are no gay, bisexual or transgender players within the League at this very moment. One of the reasons I wrote this particular story was to call attention to that very idea, and to show that a player’s sexual orientation has no bearing on his ability to play the game at the highest levels.

I’d love to hear what you have to say on the subject. Drop me a line below!

He's at home on both sides of the plate.

He’s at home on both sides of the plate.

Blurb -

Five years ago, switch-hitting left fielder, Bentley Randolph ran from his private shame and never looked back until the Mustangs new trade acquisition, Sean Flannery, walked into the locker room and laid him flat with a single punch, bringing the memories back in a flash of pain and humiliation. Unable to escape this time, Bentley has no choice but to face his complicated feelings for Sean, as well as the woman he loves.

Sean Flannery hasn’t forgotten the incident that changed his life or forgiven Bentley for the cowardly way he handled the encounter—asking to be traded to another team. Recently traded to the Mustangs himself, Sean is determined to keep his distance from the man of his dreams, up until the moment his fist connects with the left fielder’s face and the ensuing brawl on the locker room floor reveals something he never dared hope for—Bentley still wants him.


Here’s an excerpt from SWITCH HITTER.

Bentley gulped the beer, placed the empty bottle on the kitchen counter, and grabbed another from the still open refrigerator. The chilled air raised gooseflesh on his bare arms, but did nothing to cool his raging temper. Using his forearm to wipe the sweat from his brow, he slumped against the counter and raised the bottle to his lips. The frosty liquid went down smooth, providing a momentary distraction.

His eye socket throbbed where the son of a bitch hit him.

Closing his eyes, he brought the cold bottle to his temple, gently rolling it over the tender flesh around his right eye. The bruising was going to be epic in a few hours. Just fuckin’ fantastic. With a little luck, he’d messed up Sean’s face, too. The asshole was too damn pretty for his own good.

An image formed in his pounding head. His cock sprang to attention. His stomach churned. Why Sean Flannery? He’d never had any reaction to a man before, and he damn sure didn’t want it now any more than he’d wanted it five years ago.

He rubbed his aching cock through his trousers. Shit. He’d hoped the intervening years along with the move to Dallas would have cured him of his perverse desires, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. All Sean needed to do was look at him and he got hard. It was those damn blue eyes of his. They did something to Bent, made him crazy because they saw too much. Saw things no one else did, things that shouldn’t be there in the first place.

Five fuckin’ years since he’d left the Pioneers, and he still remembered the kick to the gut that sent him running as clear as if it happened yesterday.

The circumstances hadn’t been unusual. Naked men in showers and locker rooms were a part of baseball, but they’d both been late leaving. He had no idea what Sean’s excuse had been, but he’d spent too much time with the trainers after the game. The locker room was empty when, naked, he’d headed to the shower.

He always remembered the moment in slow motion as if it had been over too soon, when in reality it seemed like forever. The hiss of water spraying, the plop-splatter of large soapy drops hitting the tile floor, beckoning his tired muscles. As soon as he breached the curtain of heat and humidity, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Sean Flannery stood there with his back to the open doorway. Desire hit Bentley like a wrecking ball to his gut. Blood rushed to his groin, short-circuiting his central nervous system and robbing him of good sense. He couldn’t move. His cock throbbed, demanding attention. He automatically fisted the heavy flesh, seeking relief he had no right wanting.

He watched, transfixed as Sean slicked his too-long black hair back from his face. Water sluiced over his muscled back forming a wide river running along the deep valley created by his shoulder blades. Bentley’s gaze followed the stream down, down…down to the first baseman’s tight ass. He couldn’t look away, could only stroke himself, imagining what it would be like to touch his perfect skin, to slide his cock between those taut cheeks, to command and possess such a glorious creature.

He had no idea how long he stood there holding himself…staring, creating fantasy after fantasy in his mind of them together, fucking, kissing—doing every perverted thing he could dream up. But then the object of his desire noticed. Bent felt like a deer in headlights, the car speeding right at him a hundred miles an hour. He knew he needed to get out of its way or die, but he couldn’t. The bright lights blinded him to the danger, held him enthralled, so deep down his fear became need.

When Sean twisted his torso, his chin skimming his shoulder like some fucking porn star, those goddamn blue headlights locked on him, he welcomed the head-on collision—anything to put him out of his misery, to end the sick, perverted thoughts running through his mind before he acted on them.

Sean took advantage of Bentley’s paralysis, looking his fill, his gaze pausing on his fisted erection, which just made the damn thing grow harder. Without a word, Sean turned so the shower beat against his back.

Bentley’s brain screamed, “Don’t look,” but the message from his cerebral cortex never made it to his eyes. His gaze traveled south. Water drops glistened on Sean’s bronzed chest, clung to whirls of dark hair matted over flat copper nipples. A smattering of hair arrowed downward, drawing his attention to an impressive erection.

His mouth went dry. His cock throbbed in his fist. Warning bells clanged in his head. What the fuck are you doing? Get out! Now! His gut twisted. Forbidden yearnings heated his blood, tightening his scrotum. Sweat stung his eyes. He was one dying brain cell away from dropping to his knees and sucking Sean’s enormous appendage into his mouth when the harsh clank of a door slamming nearby jolted him out of his stupor.

Fear of discovery doused his ardor faster than a cold shower. Breathing like a racehorse on the backstretch, he locked gazes with Sean who didn’t seem in the least disturbed by the encounter. The bastard pursed his lips in a mock kiss then turned around to resume his shower as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Bent’s stomach heaved. Panic released a flood of adrenaline, loosening the shackles of desire binding his feet. Turning, he fled to the restroom where he bowed to the porcelain god until his abdominal muscles cramped and his head felt like it might burst.

Five years later, the memory still made him harder than cured lumber, striking fear in his heart. He’d asked to be traded the next day. Within a week, he’d landed in Dallas. He’d faced Sean on the field over the years but managed to keep his distance. Until today.

In an instant, everything he’d felt in the Pioneers locker room rushed back in a tidal wave of wretched need and sickening desire. He had no idea why the fucker swung at him today, but he had. The instant Sean’s fist made contact with his face, something inside him burst loose.

Bent used the back of his hand to swipe at the tears streaming down his cheeks. Damn it. Fuck yeah. He’d wanted to hit Sean for years. Had dreamed of beating the shit out of the man. And, goddamn, it had felt so fucking good to touch him at last—to feel those muscles beneath him, the solid weight of Sean pressing into him as they rolled around on the floor.

After all the intervening years, not a goddamn thing had changed. He still wanted Sean Flannery.

He drained the bottle in his hand then opened another, slinking down to the floor, his back to the cabinets. Toeing off his shoes, he released his belt buckle with his free hand then fumbled with the zipper. His head hit the cupboard with a thump.


Another long drag from the beer bottle then he gave in to his need. He worked his zipper down, sighing at the sheer relief of releasing his cock from its imprisonment. Drowning his desire with alcohol was useless. He’d tried it countless times since that day in the showers, to no avail. Desperate, he’d endeavored to bury his unholy need for Sean under a slew of women. One after another paraded through his life, until one, with her honesty and devotion, captured his heart.

Ashley made him forget about Sean. He’d even begun to think about marrying her, but hadn’t yet gotten up the nerve to pop the question. Thank God, she wasn’t home to see his sorry state or everything he’d built with her would be over.

Taking his dick in hand, he pumped, savoring the languid push and pull that couldn’t make him forget, but would at least give him a few seconds of peace. He worked his cock, while at the same time he tried to numb his brain with legal depressants. Watching the purple head rhythmically peek through the ring formed by his thumb and index finger, he thought about the fight. God, Sean was in great physical shape. His abs were sculpted marble, his arms, solid muscle. Those thighs! Oh man. He’d imagined how they would feel five years ago, but now he knew. There was strength there.

Bentley spit on his palm. Moments later, he gave up on saliva as a lubricant and poured the last of his beer into his lap, the cold brew was no match for the flame burning inside him. Scrunching his eyes tight, he pulled is knees up, letting them fall wide. He increased the tempo. With every slap against his pubic bone, he imagined it was the sound of Sean’s thighs slamming against his ass. The groans escaping his lips became his lover’s. When he came, spewing cum over his dress shirt, the name on his lips was one he hated.


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