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.

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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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Summer Heat by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

I’m a total sucker for this time of year – long days, hopefully packed with lots of sunshine and warmth. I have no idea if it’s because I was born in the summer, but I definitely prefer it to winter. Short, cold days and snow definitely don’t do it for me! *shudders*

Which is why I very much enjoyed co-editing the just-released Smut by the Sea Volume 3 with Victoria Blisse. Granted, the call for submissions was broad enough that stories didn’t have to be set in summer, or even warm weather… but it seems the seaside seems to inspire stories set on nice sunny days.

I, however, decided to twist this somewhat. My story, Hermit, is most definitely set by the sea. But there’s no fine, golden sand, no tourists, no sunshine. In fact, my tale takes place in the shadow of a nuclear power plant. Erotic, huh?

Smut by the Sea Vol 3Here’s a snippet from the story:

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.

So, if you want to see how my crazy brain managed to turn England’s only desert into a fantastic setting for an erotic story (and if you’re a Tom Hiddleston fan, you’ll like my hero), then check out Smut by the Sea Volume 3. There are some more traditional seaside tales in there, too, if that’s more to your taste ;)

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:

Hello from the new bird in the nest @mamaD8 #giveaway

excited frog

Happy Monday, lovely people. Now, ordinarily speaking I would not be this chirpy come Monday morning, believe me. I’m usually more the slumped over my coffee up, sticking my head back under my duvet, and do my best to block out the hyper excited children, kind of woman.

So, what’s different today, I hear you ask? Well, for starters…


*dances very badly*

As a long term follower of this blog I was delighted when I was asked to join the birdies,  I really was.  :-D

Why did they ask me, I hear you say? For my wit and sparkling personality, of course. Why else would have they asked me to join?


Yeah, okay, there might have been a formation of pigs just been spotted flying backwards too.


Being serious for a minute now, I truly am delighted to be here. I’m not entirely sure the birdies may not regret letting me loose on their blog, mind you. You see, my muse is a very naughty, and rather perverted little thing, who leads my characters into all sorts of deliciously smutty shenanigans. I’m told by my readers that they always come prepared when reading my books.

Extra batteries and tissues…


Yes, my stories are always naughty, extremely hot, and above all emotional. As much as I can’t stop my characters from jumping each other’s bones, there is always a heart wrenching love story in my books.

I’m not ashamed to say that I often cry when writing. I keep saying that one day I’ll write a story, that doesn’t put me through the emotional wringer but then again, I guess, I wouldn’t be me, if I did that.

As for reading back the sex scene I wrote the night before…


Yeah… I usually shake my head and wonder what on earth I was on at the time. You see, I’m entirely character driven, and simply take dictation from them. It’s how I ended up on this path of writing erotic romance and erotica in the first place. Believe it or not, I didn’t set out to be.

Oh no, sirree, not me, thank you very much indeed. I hadn’t even read any erotic romance at that point.  I was a big fan of mainstream romance, and I cringed and blushed myself through those extremely awkward first sex scenes I ever wrote.. all half a page of it.


Nowadays my sex scenes can span an entire chapter or more, and my heroes do like to talk  dirty, and without exception are dominant alphas, who only have eyes for their woman.

Not that my heroines ever make it easy for their men. Nope they tend to be feisty, one could even say bratty, strong willed women, who choose to submit to their man, or men as the case might be.

Thanks to my unpredictable muse I write across several genres and sub genres. So far I’ve written the following: Contemporary, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, BDSM, F/F, M/F/M, M/M/F, M/M.

I think that’s all of them. You can check out all of my available books here.  Just last week I had a hot little Arabian BDSM fantasy accepted, which will be the start of a new series called Services to Sisterhood.

Imagine a tropical island, where sexual fantasies come to life… I have a pirate abduction one planned next.

*rubs hands in glee*

Those are just for fun. My just released Warriors series, however. Well, they’re still fun, but I did cry buckets when I wrote them. Today is the start of my blog tour for Taken by her Alien Warriors.


[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.

Available from Bookstrand.

I’m holding a tour wide giveaway and you can enter it via the raffflecopter

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I’m also part of the BDSM Blog hop, during which I’m giving away two e-books, reader’s choice. Check out my post on my blog here.


Right, I think, I’ve warbled on enough for now. No need to breathe a sigh of relief over in that corner….


Thanks for reading and have a great week.

Stay naughty

D x

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Roz Lee – Two Truths and A Lie

Hello! My name is Roz Lee, and this is my first post as a Dirty Birdy!

First, let me wish all my fellow Americans a Happy Independence Day!

Since we don’t know each other all that well yet, I thought I’d tell you a little about myself—stuff you won’t find anywhere else. In order to do that, we’re going to play an icebreaker game popular in the U.S called Two Truths and a Lie.

Here’s how it works -

I’ll make three statements about myself. Two of them are true. One is a lie. It’s your task to figure out which one is the lie.

Enter your guess in the comments below. All correct answers will be entered to win the Roz Lee eBook of their choice! (One guess per person, please!)

Winner will be chosen on Monday, July 7th. Winners name will be posted on my Facebook page no later than noon on Monday, July 7th.

 Good luck!

  1. I was kidnapped when I was two years old.
  2. I almost died in a boating accident when I was in high school.
  3. I was once repaired dishwashers for a living.

Trilogy 300 x 250jpegWhile you’re thinking about your answer, let me tell you about my latest release, SPRING TRAINING – Mustangs Baseball #5. I first introduced Todd and Brooke to readers as secondary characters in GOING DEEP, the second installment of the Mustangs series. Readers wanted to know more about the couple, so I took them back to the beginning of their relationship in FREE AGENT – the free prequel novella to the series. Even that wasn’t enough for my readers, so I gave them what they asked for – a happily ever after for Brooke and Todd.

Spring Training

Here’s the blurb for SPRING TRAINING –

After months of frustrating failures, Todd’s relationship with Brooke is teetering on the edge of self-destruction. Entering into a full-time Master/slave lifestyle without proper instruction was a mistake he’s determined to correct, so, after arranging a training program at home for Brooke, Todd heads to Arizona with the Mustangs for some Spring Training of his own.

Overwhelmed by her lessons, and suspicious as to what her master is doing, Brooke pulls a disappearing act on her instructor, showing up in Arizona to find the Mustangs’ Training Camp isn’t the only work out Todd is receiving. The training is brutal, but with the help of Mistress Lola the couple learn to live the lifestyle they’ve chosen.

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So, which one of my statements is the lie?


When and how to end a series?

JenniferLynne_IceQueen_200pxI have a dilemma. I’m in the process of writing Ice Queen, a novella that is planned as a September release and the final in my Gods of Love series about sexy Greek gods looking for love in a modern-day world. But I’m having so much fun exploring different themes and topics within this series that I will be really sad for it to end.

From ménage fantasy within a long-term marriage, to a transsexual heroine looking for acceptance, to a tortured demon lover, this series has explored many different facets of love.

Readers, too, have been asking for more after the latest release, Demon of Envy:

“Ms. Lynne can weave a story around the Gods better than anyone…Keep writing them Ms. Lynne.  I will gobble them up every single time.” ~ Harlie’s Books

“This is a series I simply can’t get enough of.” ~ D.F.Krieger’s Must Read Monday

Jennifer Lynne’s Gods of Love series is one of my favorite series out right now…sexy, emotional and passionate…” Wicked Readings by Tawania

So, do I finish the series with Ice Queen, as originally intended, or do I keep going? Hence my dilemma.

When is the right time to finish a series – particularly one like mine in which each of the stories is stand-alone? There is a common theme, of course, but without an underlying story arc there isn’t a natural “ending point”, as such. Lisa Shearin’s Raine Benares novels are among my favorite series reads, and after six books had the perfect ending moment. Sad to reach that point, but it felt right as a reader.

Is there a point in a series in which you think it’s time for the writer to put an idea to bed? Times when a series just goes on too long? Conversely, are there any series that ended and you wished like crazy they had gone on longer? I’d love to hear your thoughts. 

JenniferLynne_DemonOfEnvy800If you’d like to find out more about Demon of Envy, the (possibly) pen-ultimate release in Jennifer Lynne’s Gods of Love series, read more or buy a copy here:

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It’s Release Day for Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse!

Hi everyone,

I’m incredibly excited today as it sees the release of my second book this month – Sweet Spot. It’s a lesbian erotic romance novella, and is part of both the Hot Pink series from Ellora’s Cave and the Raw Talent sports romance series.

Here’s the skinny:

Sweet SpotRaw Talent book.

Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

Here’s an excerpt:

Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”

I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,


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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:

Writing a demon hero

JenniferLynne_DemonOfEnvy800As writers we all have favorites amongst our books and our characters. Some projects call to us more intensely than others. I love all my book babies, and of course I love all my gorgeous heroes and heroines, but I must confess to a special interest in my latest hero, Thon.

Phthonos is a Greek god, guardian of envy and jealousy. Past indiscretions have led to his banishment from the world of mortals, but now he has a second chance to prove himself in love. When he falls for a mortal woman fighting inner demons of her own, will their love be strong enough to tame the demon Envy, or will all Hell break loose?

I love a tortured hero. The idea that love might be powerful enough to save someone from their own darkness, is highly appealing to me. In DEMON OF ENVY I took that idea and upped the ante just a tad, making Thon the holder of all the world’s envy – a greedy demon itching to get out and spread its destructive force.

But Thon is also someone who desperately wants to be good. There are shades of both light and dark in his being that are struggling for ascendancy. That inner struggle between what he is, and what he wants to be, is what makes Thon one of my favourite heroes.

Do you believe it is what we are, or ultimately what we do through our actions, that defines us?

While you ponder that question, here’s a short (adults-only) excerpt illustrating Thon’s difficult struggle between light and dark:

He bent and took her lips, fucking her mouth with his tongue as hard and as desperately as his cock rammed itself home into her pussy.

Liv, my Liv, you taste so fucking good…

She was kissing him back with the same urgency that drove his need, biting, and sucking, and licking so hard and so fast that his walls of control began to tumble. The rhythm of their love-making intensified, like a drum beat in the jungle getting faster, stronger, and louder. He seized her by the buttocks, adjusting the angle, pounding into her, losing himself…

Blackness compelled from within, like a pressure cooker about to explode. It was desperate to escape, desperate to devour whatever was light and good…Fight. Fight it and win. Don’t let it out. Protect her. Hold it in…

He broke off their kiss and cupped her face, wanting to connect and yet not like that, not with the pain. It has to be purely pleasure now, it has to be joy and brightness. The dark can’t survive, if I concentrate on the light.

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Researching Crazy by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Hi everyone,

Happy June! As I mentioned in my last post, I have three new books releasing this month, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to delve a little deeper and dish some dirt on the first one, which has already released – Calendar Men: Mr June – The Other Brother.

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The Calendar Men project is a twelve-author series which centres around a calendar. Each author that agreed to take part was assigned a month, and they’d write their story based on this. The idea was that there would be a hunky guy in each tale who would get involved in a shirtless-men calendar, whereby all proceeds would go to a military charity. Naturally, I jumped at the chance of writing such intriguing hotness, but this brought its own set of problems. The brief dictated the action should be set in the US, with American characters. Having only been to the US once, fourteen years ago, my knowledge is pretty limited. And so I went researching crazy. I decided to set my story in New York, and then headed online. This is where the internet really came into its own. It’s packed full of information, photographs, videos and, of course, Google Street View. It’s not the same as a research trip, naturally, but my budget definitely didn’t stretch to a visit (hopefully next year!), so I had to make do. Central Park, its layout and its zoo were just a few of the things that I looked up online, as they feature heavily in the story.

I was pretty confident I could paint a picture of the setting via my research, but getting the characters’ speech right was a whole other matter. Thankfully, I had an American editor, who turned my manuscript into a mass of red squiggles! I’d tried my best, of course, but I’m just no match for a native speaker, not even with my avid watching of US TV shows. It’s crazy to think that, technically, British people and Americans speak the same language, and yet there are so many things which don’t translate. It’s enough to make your head spin. I just hope readers will enjoy the book – I had such a great time researching and writing it, and the whole premise for the series is fascinating.


The Other BrotherExcerpt:

Melodie Carr reluctantly clicked delete on the e-mail with a disappointed sigh. She couldn’t contribute to the charity calendar for the Hero Family Fund, a cause very close to her heart, because she didn’t know anyone suitable to photograph. Although her photography work varied—from children to pets, landscapes to portraits, she’d done a bit of everything—she got the impression the call for calendar models sought hunky guys to create a collection to make women swoon. Unfortunately, she didn’t work with professional models and therefore had to give up on the idea. A cute dog, something she had plenty of images of, simply wouldn’t cut it.

She might not be able to contribute, but resolved to find out when the calendar would be available and do her bit to help by buying a few copies. Some eye candy on her wall would definitely not go amiss, and her friends Poppy, Lola and Charis, and her grandmother, Joyce, would no doubt appreciate it. She grinned. Joyce, always good fun, said, there’s no such thing as too much eye candy. The saucy old broad.

Her smile faded. She missed her, having not been back to Boston to see her friends and family for a while. She should ask Joyce to come and visit her in New York—she hadn’t traveled much, and would love the hustle and bustle, the endless opportunities to people watch. Maybe Melodie and the rest of the family could buy her a ticket for her birthday. She’d have to give it some thought. It sure would be nice see a familiar face, other than via Skype.

Someone pressed the buzzer to her apartment and she sighed again. It was probably a delivery driver trying to get into the building. It wouldn’t even be a package for her.

Taking her time getting to the intercom, she hoped whoever it was would go away. No such luck—the buzzer squawked again. She inhaled deeply, trying to rein in her annoyance and avoid being rude or abrupt.


“Hi,” a male voice said. “Are you Melodie? Melodie Carr?”

“I am.” A caller looking for her? Had she ordered something and forgotten about it? “Who’s calling?”

“It’s Patrick,” the voice replied. “Patrick Brogan.”

“Patrick….” Speechless, she laid a hand on the wall to steady herself as the bottom dropped out of her world. Evidently, running to New York—albeit under the pretense of a good career move—hadn’t been enough. Her past still followed her, still tried to flood her with reminders of what she’d lost.


Damn, the man’s persistent. She never should have admitted her identity before asking his. She could have told him he’d gotten the wrong place and sent him away.



Photographer Melodie Carr moved to New York City to escape and make a fresh start. Her soldier fiancé was killed in a friendly-fire incident in Iraq, and she has been struggling to come to terms with it ever since. She still feels strongly about needless death and those left behind, so when she sees a call for photographs for a calendar of topless men, with profits going to the Hero Family Fund, she’s eager to help out. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know any men that fit the profile, so she gives up on the idea. That is, until Patrick Brogan—her late fiance’s brother—turns up in New York. Seeing him brings up all kinds of memories, but she’s determined to push them aside and be friends with Patrick. She also realizes he’d be perfect for the calendar. But can she persuade him to take part?

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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 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:

Tara Loves Henri, The Existential Cat

a13d25859fc68b395eca14a7c7902b64Hi everyone –

I’m in the final stages of writing a huge book and am sinking under the pile of to do items! Not an unusual condition for a writer who also has another full time job. LOL. So i thought for my blog post i’d share one of my favorite things. If you follow my Facebook Page at all, you know i’m a serious cat lover. I often write the fuzzy devils into my books. My Aloysius Tales (Spell Cat, Brush with Catastrophe, and Cataclysmic Shift) all have a cat in them, while The Pack or the Panther explores the battle between cats and dogs. My heroes often have cats as pets as in my novel, Knight of Ocean Avenue, that will be coming out next year.

And here is Henri, one of my favorite cats! I hope you enjoy his very feline malaise.

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