It Isn’t All In The Mind

Today, I’m blogging about A Werewolf State of Mind, the new book by UK author Lucy Felthouse. I’ve read and enjoyed it myself, and happily recommend it to anyone who likes steamy paranormal romance novellas.

In my reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, I gave it five stars:

I thought this was a fresh and interesting idea for a werewolf story, where an unsuspecting new shifter approaches a psychiatrist for help with disturbing dreams. Fortunately, the psychiatrist just happens to be an empath. The fact that they both have an instant attraction for each other adds a nice twist and something they try to put to one side. I liked both characters, and enjoyed the climax of the shifter side of the story. And the romantic resolution was rather fun too!

 

Blurb:

Anneke’s typical day at the office is thrown into disarray when she finds her next patient is an unwitting werewolf. And it doesn’t end there.

awerewolfstateofmind_teaser02From the moment Caleb Kitt walks into Doctor Anneke Lund’s office for his psychiatry session, she knows his problem isn’t mental. He’s been experiencing night terrors, having violent and bloodthirsty dreams, and waking up naked in strange places. But he’s not losing his mind, as he suspects. He’s actually a werewolf—he just doesn’t know it yet.

Anneke isn’t just a psychiatrist—she’s also an empath, meaning she can read minds, and influence thoughts and behavior. She rarely uses her powers, but recognizes she may have no other choice as Caleb must be convinced of his supernatural status before the next full moon arrives. When it does, though, she finds herself going way beyond her duty of care to ensure Caleb doesn’t hurt or kill anyone when he transforms. But at what cost?

Please note: A Werewolf State of Mind was previously published in Coming in Hot: Rescue Me boxed set.

*****

Excerpt:

The intercom buzzed. “Anneke?” came the voice of her receptionist, Ellen. “Your one-thirty is here.”

Anneke pressed the button to respond. “Thanks, Ellen. Send him in.”

“Will do.”

Anneke took a moment—knowing she had a few as her patient made his way from the reception area, down the short corridor and to her office—to pull up and glance at his notes on her computer. There wasn’t much information, since he was a new patient, but there was a brief description he’d given of the problem, which had spurred him on to book the psychiatric consultation with her in the first place.

Caleb Kitt was a thirty-five-year-old personal trainer who, in his own words, thought he was losing his damn mind. He was experiencing night terrors, having violent and bloodthirsty dreams, and waking up in strange places—certainly not where he’d gone to bed.

A multitude of potential diagnoses popped into Anneke’s head, but she refused to jump to any conclusions. There was no way to know for sure what his problem was, not without speaking to him, hearing his story, finding out more. And if she struggled to get to the root of his issues using traditional methods, there was always her back up plan.

Anneke was an empath. Her unique talents comprised of mind reading, mild mind control, and being able to sense supernatural creatures. However, using those talents was always a last resort. She preferred to do things the right way, the way she had been trained to in her years at medical school. It felt like cheating otherwise, and she couldn’t help feeling it was unethical to tap into people’s brains without their knowledge or consent.

For the vast majority of the time, she didn’t have to use her gifts—just her skill and hard-earned education. But occasionally—very occasionally—when a patient wasn’t being forthcoming, or their problem proved elusive, tricky to diagnose, she would reluctantly tap into her powers. Rather that than have a patient suffer unnecessarily, when she had the tools to help them. This fine balancing act between using her paranormal abilities and her training and education made her an incredibly effective psychiatrist, and she had to be incredibly careful not to come across as too good, too quick at diagnosing patients, otherwise she’d attract attention for all the wrong reasons. She dreaded to think what would happen if people found out what she could do.

There came a knock at the door.

“Come in!” she called, minimizing all the programs on her computer screen, activating the screen saver, then getting to her feet.

The door opened, and a tentative looking, but incredibly handsome man entered the room. To her surprise, a millisecond later her gifts kicked in and she realized what his problem was—he was a werewolf. And he clearly didn’t have a clue.

She frequently sensed other supernatural creatures when she was out and about—in the street, the supermarket, the cinema. But this was the first time she’d ever had one walk in to her office, as a patient. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

*****

Buy links:

https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-werewolf-state-of-mind/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07GPQ9GSM

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GPQ9GSM

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

 

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Coming soon from Pandora Spocks – “Warrior Mine”

Pandora Spock’s new book, Warrior Mine (Dream Dominant Collection Book 4), will be released on August 14, 2018.

It’s a hot contemporary erotic romance of 116,000 words, with a great cover by Linzi Basset.

Best of all, it’s available for pre-oder at the special price of 99c until release day, at this Universal link: books2read.com/WarriorMine

I recently read one of her other books, “For Sparrow”, and enjoyed the way she wove the character’s very plausible emotions into the story, which made it particularly engaging.

Blurb:

She is the perfect combination of princess and warrior.

Warrior Mine 1 ebook coverScott Nielsen and Jackie Walker.
Their attraction is instant from the moment they meet.
But he’s Dominant.  And no way is she submissive.
Is it a missed connection?  Or a divine appointment?

Scott Nielsen is ready for change.  He’s walked away from his career as a wilderness counselor, planning to start his own outdoor survival school.  He looks up his old friend and former colleague Blake Walker, intent on leasing space at Blake’s family’s remote wilderness guest lodge.  That’s where he meets Blake’s sister Jackie, who runs the lodge with her brother’s help.  Her strength and independence intrigue Scott.  A single mom, Jackie has no intention of being anyone’s submissive.

In his personal life, Scott is tired of casual sex in the BDSM club scene.  Envious watching his buddy Blake fall head over heels for his own submissive, Scott thinks he might be ready to take the plunge himself.  As he and Jackie spend time together, he’s enchanted with her inner Warrior Princess.  But Jackie’s been burned before.  And she has two children who are her priority, not to mention the business to run.   As independent as she is, she can’t see relinquishing her power to a man, not even one she’s falling for.

Scott’s heart aches at the idea of not having Jackie in his life.  Can she take another chance on love, or will she insist on ignoring her submissive soul?

If you enjoyed LOST & BOUND, you’ll love this spin-off stand-alone story.

Pandora has an official book trailer on YouTube: https://youtu.be/3prNO9ANWYY

 

As a tease, here’s a somewhat steamy excerpt…

Enjoying the view, she watched as he walked to the bed and reached beneath it, removing a Kink Ink bag.  “I went shopping myself today while I was in town.”  His bag was larger than the ones she and Amy had returned with.

Warrior Mine promo2From the bag, he withdrew a mass of black straps and silver chain.  Arching an eyebrow dramatically, he carried the device toward her, stopping beneath the massive log that served as the center beam of the cabin.  Belatedly, Jackie noticed a heavy black ring attached to the beam.

Reaching up, Scott secured a thick steel chain to the ring overhead.  From the chain hung a curved black bar, with black straps in various lengths that dangled beneath.

Scott crooked a finger.  “Come.”

Ignoring the butterflies performing dive bombs in her stomach, Jackie slowly padded toward him.

“Do you know what this is?”

She chewed her lower lip.  “I have a pretty good idea.”

“And?”

Jackie flushed crimson.  “It’s a sex swing?”  She eyed the device curiously.  Two padded straps connected the ends of the curved overhead bar, one longer than the other.  Two short straps with cuffs at the ends hung suspended from a chain at the center of the bar.  And at either end of the bar hung a longer strap with cuffs at the end, presumably for ankles.

He nodded.  “I thought,” with his hands on her hips, he turned her around, “we might try something interesting.”  He moved the lower strap behind her thighs.   “Sit, Princess.”

Heart pounding, Jackie did as she was told, grasping onto the straps that hung down.  Scott knelt, fastening a padded black cuff around each of her ankles, spreading her wide.  Then he moved the shorter padded strap behind her shoulder blades.  “Now lean back, Princess.  I’ve got you.”

Shakily, she lay back against the thickly padded strap, gripping the side straps for dear life.  With a smirk, Scott peeled her right hand off the strap, kissing it lightly before raising it to the cuffs overhead.  He followed suit with her left hand.

When she was completely fastened in, he gave her a little push and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

“Whoa,” Jackie gasped as she swung around in a slow circle.

Scott grinned.  “How does it feel to be completely under my control?”

Jackie tried unsuccessfully to suppress a nervous giggle.  “It’s not so bad.”

“Not so bad?  I’d rather it was oh, so good.”

As she swung around, she lost sight of him.  When he came back into view, he was holding a black satin blindfold.

“Tonight, Princess, is all about sensations.  We’re going to cover your eyes, so you can concentrate on what you feel.”

He stepped toward her and stopped suddenly.  “Did you come up with your own safe words?”

Her eyes widened.  “Oh.  Yes.  I did.”  She looked to him, feeling suddenly sheepish.  Maybe we should just go with the original ones, she worried.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.

“Well,” she gestured with a shoulder, causing the swing to spin to the left, “I thought I’d use earth, water, and fire.”

Scott pursed his lips in amusement.  “Earth, water, and fire.  What about air?”

As she spun, she shrugged.  “Well, I only needed three, so…”

Earth is the same as green?”

Jackie nodded.  “And water is like yellow, and obviously fire is red.”

“Obviously,” he smirked.  “Alright, I’m about to blindfold you.  Give me feedback.”

“Earth.”  She watched him carefully.

“Earth it is.”  He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before he slid the black satin mask into place.

The next time he spoke, he sounded further away.  “If at any time you feel uncomfortable, use your safe words.”  She felt a swish of air, as though he’d moved by her.

“I considered a ball gag,” his voice came from in front of her, “but I need to be sure I can read your body language before we take away your voice.”

Strong hands gently gripped her lower calves as he trailed kissed up the inside of her right leg, his facial hair prickling in a maddeningly sensual way.  When he reached the place where her thigh joined her body, he skipped her needy place to travel back down her left leg.

Jackie groaned with disappointment, and she felt the vibration of his chuckle against her inner thigh.  “All in good time, Princess.  The King will feast, I promise.”

When he’d finished his travels, he released her, sending her spinning in a slow, dizzying circle.  With the blindfold, Jackie had no sense of up or down, left or right.  She felt as though she were floating.

Then she heard a soft buzzing sound, followed by Scott’s sexy chuckle.  “Oh, this is a naughty toy.  Just what did you get up to with this?”

Mortified, Jackie was at once glad for the blindfold, and sorry she wasn’t gagged.  “I, um…used it.”

He whispered into her ear.  “Yes, but how?”

Oh. My. God.  “I pressed it against myself.”

“And where exactly did you press it?”

Jackie cleared her throat.  “I pressed it against my pussy.”

“Your pussy.  This glorious pussy right here?”

She yelped as he unexpectedly touched the vibrator to her sex.  “Yes.”

She felt him stiffen.  “Yes, what?”

“Oh!  Yes, Sire.”

He applied an open-handed pop to her pussy, and she yelped again.  “How quickly we forget.  Perhaps we should stop and allow you to consider the error of your ways.”

Jackie’s mind flitted to what Amy had said about orgasm denial, and she panicked at the thought of not being allowed to come during this play session.  “Um, no, Sire, really, it was merely an oversight on my part, I’m so very sorry, please, I didn’t mean it, I just—”

Scott laughed out loud.  “You’ve been talking to Amy, I see.”  He whispered, closer now.  “Don’t worry Princess.  I plan to wear you out tonight.”

 

About Pandora

She describes herself as “a sassy ginger and hopeless romantic, living her happily ever after in South Florida”.  She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic romance.

She is the author of the three-novel epic romance Rannigan’s Redemption, modern-day adult fairy tale Chasing Ordinary, and a naughty little romantic novella, Just One Night.  Her Dream Dominant Collection is a series of light BDSM stand-alone novels featuring sexy Alpha males and the strong red-haired submissives who can’t resist them.  The collection currently includes four novels: Luke & Bella, Lost & Bound, For Sparrow, and Warrior Mine.

Pandora is busy on her laptop, working on her next spicy romance.

Connect with Pandora:

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Award-winning erotic novel at a special offer price

Today’s post is to help a writer attract the attention of potential readers. I read and enjoyed this story myself in 2017, and posted reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, so I’m very happy to help Scarlett as best I can.

Until 10th July, author Scarlett Flame has a Kindle Countdown special offer on her award-winning dark romance  “From Willing Sub To Enslaved Captive”, just 99p in the UK and 99 cents in the US.

This book was a “Best Indie Book” finalist in 2017, and nominated for the Golden Flogger Award for “Best BDSM Book of the Year”.

 

Kindle sale Captive

 

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The Blurb:

After discovering her submissive nature, Suzie Foster finds a Dom who she believes can give her everything she needs. But after a time, his attitude and treatment begin to change. Even with her limited experience in the Lifestyle, Suzie knows she has to end their Dom/sub relationship.

Then, just when things seem to be going right for Suzie, she is taken from her life and held captive.

Will Suzie ever get to experience the true Dom/sub relationship she seeks? Or is the life of an enslaved captive; at the hands of a cruel Dom, the last thing she will ever know?
 

 

**BE WARNED: Some descriptions are vivid and can be a trigger for sensitive readers.
**Graphic
**Sexual Content
**Language
**Suitable for ages 18 and over

Links:

Customer Review

 5 stars Outrageously thrilling.

ByAnthony Mcmanuson March 1, 2018

Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase

A terrific and outrageous romp. Outrageous? For sure. Scarlett Flame sets the page on fire. How can she write this stuff? But I’m glad she has as it’s so exciting.

Though not the main ingredient of my reading diet, I’ve been reading erotica since I was sixteen. In those days it was illegal, under the counter in plain brown covers stuff. My first encounter was with a novel called, ‘The Libertine’ translated from French and printed in France. I read it at night under the bedclothes and hid it among innocent boy’s books, terrified that my mother would find it. Nowadays anything goes.

I still read erotica, but it has to be good. And I know very quickly if it isn’t. And so much of it isn’t. This one is. For a start it has a credible and original story, fleshed out believable characters and a delightful protagonist in Suzie. I fell in love with Suzie, and her adventure held me spellbound. I should add that it’s a very well written novel.

I enjoyed the book immensely and recommend it highly. I look forward to more of Scarlett Flame.

As a writer of thrillers, I have to say that writing erotica is not an easy genre. Many writers think it is. They see it as easy way to make a quick income on the side. That’s why there is so much junk out there. I would never attempt it. I recognize my limitations. Writing erotica is like playing the violin. You do it very well or not at all.

 

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Remembering Roxy, the new book by Juliette Banks

I’m delighted to be able to help fellow-Brit author Juliette Banks publicise her new novella, Remembering Roxy, just published by Blushing Books.

I’ve enjoyed reading some of Juliette’s other stories, and treated myself to a copy of this new novella as soon as I heard about it. I read it in one sitting, and have posted the following five-star review on Amazon UK and Goodreads:

Great novella, a real erotic romance story with twists and turns

I read this in one sitting, as I was hooked immediately and wanted to know how the story would play out. Nicely told in two alternating first-person voices.

Roxy was immediately engaging and plausible, a woman who enjoyed kinky sex but wasn’t a sub. Oliver was exactly the sort of guy she needed to meet for an unpredictable and playful affair. Their intimacy and initial relationship were nicely described, a situation where mutual emotional attachments developed. Then the drama started, one twist soon followed by another, which was far more dramatic.

In future, when I’m asked “what’s the difference between porn and erotica”, I have this excellent piece of writing to illustrate what good erotica can be. This is a romance story with interesting characters, emotions, drama and sexy lovemaking scenes.

Universal Amazon link: myBook.to/RememberingRoxy

Blurb

Remembering_roxyRoxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission?

Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship.

When they meet the attraction between them is immediate and electrifying. They are both amazed by their chemistry. But Oliver’s secret life takes an unexpected turn and threatens their relationship as well as his life. Can they find each other again? Or will their relationship be doomed to failure?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt

I wandered out into the kitchen, still naked except for the stockings—but at least now with a clean face and teeth. I wasn’t a person who was shy in front of a lover, even in the cold light of day. I wasn’t perfect, but I was comfortable with how I looked. In front of me, at the stove, was a lovely pair of naked buttocks—well toned. Oliver clearly uses the gym a lot. He turned and smiled. He was wearing an apron to protect his tackle from a splattering of fat from the bacon.

“Like the informal breakfast wear. Come and take a seat.” He pointed to the kitchen stools. “Unless your behind is too sore to sit. In that case you’re exempted from sitting. You’re permitted to eat standing up.” He was having fun with me.

“Oh I think I will be able to sit—carefully.”

“Let me look.”

I turned around to give him a view of my bum. I’d already checked in the bathroom mirror and knew the marks wouldn’t last long—but I kind of felt they were a badge of honour. Stripes I received voluntarily, which excited me, by a man who excited me.

He ran his hand over my bottom. “Not too bad. No regrets?”

“None at all.”

I sat down carefully, but any soreness was only temporary. Oliver placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of me. “You do drink coffee, I hope. I don’t have any tea in the flat.”

“That’s fine.”

“Bacon sandwich?”

“Sounds delicious. For some reason I feel very hungry this morning.”

“I always like a girl who has a good appetite.” He gave me a wicked look. “I’m afraid I’ve plans for the rest of the weekend. But I’ll drop you off home after breakfast. I hope we can get together again very soon.”

I have to admit I was a little disappointed our date appeared to be over. But hey, no point in rushing a guy like Oliver. Any pressure and he would probably run for the exit. I wasn’t completely naïve about men like him. He probably had women all over the place. At least he didn’t wear a wedding ring.

I did the walk of shame back to my flat, knickerless, with laddered stockings, and in a sexy dress and heels. Anyone seeing me would know what I had been up to last night.

Oliver got out of the car and opened the passenger door for me, taking a look, I noticed, between my legs as I levered myself up from the seat.

“You know you really ought to wear knickers with this dress.”

I grinned. “Perhaps I’ll stop wearing them, just in case someone wants to rip them off me.”

He kissed me. “Bye, Roxy. It’s been a great night. I’ll catch you at work next week and we can fix something up. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

Then, with a cheery wave, he was gone. I took off my shoes and walked barefoot up the stairs to my place. My toes were still sore from the previous evening. My neighbour, a single guy of around forty, grinned at me as I reached the top of the stairs.

“Rough night, Roxy?”

I smiled, but said nothing.

About Juliette:

Juliette Banks is the other writing name of Rachel de Vine. She loves writing erotic romance, where her characters have lots of exciting erotic moments, but still believe in love and romance. She quietly admits to being a romantic herself.

When not writing, she loves to travel, read and enjoy the beautiful garden at her home in the heart of England. She loves to hear from her readers, so please feel free to contact her using the links below.

How to find Juliette Banks

Website: http://www.racheldevineauthor.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor/

Amazon Author Page:

https://www.amazon.com/Juliette-Banks/e/B01K0EIMNW

Lottery Losers, by Lucy Felthouse

I’m very happy to help the prolific British erotica writer Lucy Felthouse publicise her latest book, Lottery Losers, available as both an eBook and an audiobook

I really enjoyed reading this story myself, and this is the five-star review I posted on Amazon and Goodreads

An entertaining and well-told story

I really enjoyed this, two plausible characters in an entertaining story. Their less-than-blissful domestic situation is set up nicely, and the surprise holiday was a nice touch. There are some rather deliciously steamy scenes, then the couple’s adventure starts. I’d sort of guessed what might have been going on, but Lucy had a nice twist hidden up her sleeve! Overall, I particularly enjoyed the mix of tender and sexy moments within the rest of the story.

Blurb:

Winning the lottery is a dream come true… isn’t it?

lotterylosersSusie Parmenter and her husband of almost twenty years, Peter, are lottery jackpot winners. They’ve been able to do everything they’ve ever dreamed of—quit their jobs, design and build their perfect home, buy expensive cars, travel the world… So why is Susie bored out of her mind? She thought being a lady of leisure would be amazing, but unfortunately the reality is far from amazing. How can she possibly tell anyone that, though?

Climbing the walls, sinking deeper into irritation and misery, Susie can’t see a way forward. But what she’s not betting on is that Peter has noticed his beloved wife isn’t happy. And he’s taken steps—drastic steps—to turn things around. But will they live to tell the tale?

 

 

Note: Lottery Losers was previously published in the Love Me Hard boxed set.

All eBook and audio buy links here: https://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/lottery-losers/

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40233468-lottery-losers

*****

Excerpt:

Susie Parmenter let out a heavy sigh and closed her book, then put it down on the table beside her. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back on her shoulders, enjoying the warmth of the summer sunshine on her skin, which was pleasant but not too hot. It wasn’t the book that was boring her—under normal circumstances, she’d have been riveted by the crime fiction novel featuring a hunky lead detective—it was life. Just lately, her world had become so dull, so predictable, that she just couldn’t summon any enthusiasm for anything.

The worst of it was, she couldn’t tell anyone. It was a problem so utterly first world it was embarrassing. Humiliating, even. Admitting her permanent state of apathy would be ridiculous, and she doubted anyone would understand where she was coming from, anyway. After all, how could you possibly tell your friends, your family, your husband, that you were bored out of your damn mind when you had, quite literally, everything? Since winning a lottery jackpot twelve months ago, Susie and her husband, Peter, had had their worlds turned completely upside down.

At first, of course, it had been amazing. They had won more than enough money to live incredibly lavish lifestyles for the remainder of their years—even if they lived to be very old indeed. So, once the cash was safely in the bank, they’d quit their jobs. Then they’d taken off on an incredible round-the-world trip, spending much of their travel time plotting and planning what else they were going to spend their winnings on. By the time they arrived home, they were ready to hire an architect to draw up plans for a custom-build home. Another two weeks later, they’d found and purchased the plot of land, and were talking to builders. Things moved fast—but then, Susie had found that was often the case when large sums of money were involved.

Now their dream home was complete. It was, naturally, stunning. The huge house stood high on a hillside in the Derbyshire countryside, with only a handful of other properties in sight. It was situated so that from one side of the house, you could watch the sun rise in the morning, and from the other, you could watch it set in the evening. There was a covered and heated swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, a sauna, a gym, a home cinema… everything a person could possibly need or want, and then some.

They employed a cleaner and a gardener, so aside from cooking meals three times a day—if they didn’t eat out or order takeaway, that was—there was nothing to do around the house. Susie had moved the furniture umpteen times, which was a novelty at first, given their old house had been so small that every single item had a place that it fitted into—barely, in some cases—and that was that. She now found herself swapping pictures around and tweaking the positions of ornaments on a regular basis, often putting them back where they’d been to start with.

She’d gotten into a routine of using the pool, gym, and sauna every morning, but that still left hours and hours of the day just waiting to be filled.

It was all right for Peter—he might have ditched his job, but these days his time was divided between playing golf, and being involved in a bunch of stuffy business boards. She didn’t really understand what he did at the meetings, if she was honest, but it didn’t matter. What did matter was that, only weeks after moving in to their beautiful new home, Susie’s boredom was at fever pitch. She was climbing the walls. Surely even board meetings were more exciting than this?

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

 

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A reverse harem romance – Mia’s Wedding

Having just read and enjoyed both Mia’s Men and Mia’s Wedding, parts 1 and 2 of The Heiress’s Harem, I’m very happy to help Lucy Felthouse promote the latter, which was published earlier this month.

These are the first stories I’ve read from the “reverse harem” genre, where a woman is involved romantically with multiple partners, all of whom know about the others. In reality, I can imagine a situation like this might be a tad emotionally fraught, but it’s a nice escapist fantasy all the same.

I gave both books 4 stars in my reviews on Amazon and Goodreads.

Blurb, buy-links and an extract giving a taste of Lucy’s writing below…

Mia’s Wedding (The Heiress’s Harem #2) by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) 

Blurb:

Planning a wedding is stressful enough, and that’s without a harem of gorgeous men to deal with.

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Mia Harrington has had a difficult time of it lately—her father’s illness and subsequent death, then finding out she must get married if she is to inherit what’s rightfully hers. Fortunately, she’s tough and resourceful, and has emerged relatively unscathed from this period, as well as finding herself a suitable husband.

However, things are far from simple. Mia might be planning to marry investment banker Elias Pym, but she’s also having a relationship with his best friend, Doctor Alex Cartwright, and is in love with her gardener, Thomas Walker. Add to that broken dates, flashy proposals, a sexy Asian tech billionaire, and a nosey housekeeper, and you’ve got a situation hectic enough to drive even the most capable person to distraction. Can Mia juggle her men, her job, and the wedding arrangements, or is her happily ever after over before it has even begun?

Mia’s Wedding is the second book in The Heiress’s Harem reverse harem romance series.

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Excerpt:

Mia locked up and put the key in her bag, then took Elias’s arm. They walked down the steps and out into the chilly January night to the waiting black cab.

“I’m afraid,” Elias said, once they were settled into the back of the car, “Alex isn’t coming.”

“What do you mean, he’s not coming?” she squeaked.

Elias looked apologetic, but gave a one-shouldered shrug. “There was an emergency at the hospital—as their nearest surgeon, he got called in. Couldn’t very well say no, could he?”

Mia shook her head and sagged back into the seat, her heart sinking to her stomach. “No, of course not. I’m very sorry he won’t be joining us, but although we’re scintillating company, we don’t count as a life or death situation.”

He reached out and squeezed her hand, then kept hold of it. “No, we certainly do not. I hope, though, that I’ll be entertainment enough for you by myself this evening.”

She squeezed his hand back, then leaned over and kissed his cheek, pulling in the scent of his delicious cologne at the same time. “I’m sure you will. Besides, this was part of what you two meant when you were talking about being able to give a woman the attention she deserves between you, wasn’t it? Alex unfortunately can’t make it, but because I’m dating—or whatever the hell we’re calling this—both of you, it means I’m not left high and dry. I’m sure at some point you’ll be the one who has to cancel. These things happen.”

With a smile, Elias said, “They sure do. Though I don’t really get emergencies at work—and if I do, they’re all about which person gets to line their pockets the most, rather than saving lives. But enough of that!” he added brightly, clearly eager to change the sore subject of his chosen career. Though she still didn’t understand why he was so embarrassed about it. And if he hated it so much, why was he still doing it? She wasn’t going to broach that particular topic, though, not tonight. She already had one potentially hairy subject to discuss.

But then how could she, now? How could she talk about the situation with Thomas without Alex present? She stifled a sigh. Fuck it. Looks like it’s going to have to wait.

“So,” she said, “where are we going?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” he replied with a smirk.

She jabbed him in the ribs. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. Patience, woman! We’ll be there in…” he peered out of the window, presumably to check where they were, “in less than ten minutes, traffic permitting.”

“Hmph.” She folded her arms and pouted. “Guess I’ll just have to wait, then.”

“Don’t sulk.” Elias tapped the end of her nose. “We haven’t seen each other in a little while, so I want smiles and laughter, not pouting. Even though I know you’re faking it.”

She gasped. “I never fake it!”

“I should hope not,” he shot back, his grin turning wicked. “My future wife deserves nothing but the best, and that includes orgasms. Real ones.”

Her tummy flip-flopped. Bloody hell, she’d almost forgotten about that. She’d been so focussed on working up to telling Elias and Alex they weren’t the only two men to be sharing her that there hadn’t been much capacity left for thinking about her impending wedding. But then, technically speaking, she wasn’t engaged yet. They’d discussed it and informally agreed to it, but there’d been no proposal, no acceptance, no ring.

There was plenty of time left for all that, though. If she and Elias had to grab a couple of witnesses and go to a registry office at the last minute, it would still count—her father hadn’t specified a type of ceremony, thankfully. But that wasn’t how she wanted to do things, and she suspected Elias wouldn’t be too keen on that idea, either.

“Ooh, your future wife, am I?” she teased, figuring that since the topic of Thomas was off the table, she might as well put the topic of their engagement on the table, instead.

Elias frowned. “Of course you are. I know we haven’t sorted a ring yet, but we still know we’re engaged…”

She shrugged, hoping it appeared more nonchalant to him than she actually felt. “Well, not exactly. We never made it official, did we? More of a loose verbal agreement.”

Elias groaned and screwed up his nose. “When you put it like that, it sounds bloody awful. I know to all intents and purposes it’s a practical arrangement, but I want it to be much more than that, Mia.” He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb over her skin. “I’ve missed you.”

Warmth bloomed where he touched her, and radiated across her entire face and down her neck. She smiled and placed her hand over his. “I want it to be more, too. And I’ve missed you, as well. It’s been a long month, hasn’t it?”

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

Kiss Me, Bite Me…

No, the title isn’t meant to be a request, suggestion or hint, but who knows if I might not be tempted to accept an interesting offer…

Today, I’m posting about Saraya St Clair’s new release, Kiss Me, Bite Me, the first book in her Blood Kissed series. I’m very happy to help her publicise this new book because I like the sound of it. It looks like a nicely-told erotic paranormal romance, a story updating the vampire to our world. I’ll post reviews on Amazon once I’ve read it myself.

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She’s a scientist at a blood bank. He’s a newbie vampire with control issues. Is theirs a match made in heaven? Or hell?

I’d learned early on in life not to show weakness. Like messy emotions. Shedding tears in front of my family had a similar outcome to busting out of a shark cage wearing blood cologne.

The world hasn’t treated Kayana Castello Branco particularly kindly. So it’s no surprise to her when she literally bumps into her soul mate, only to find he’s already taken. He’s gorgeous, strong, smart, kind—every woman’s ideal guy. Of course he’s unavailable for soul-matey business.

When fate shows pity, putting Greg Morgan in her path a second time, the resulting collision is colossal. Their connection is epic, the stuff of romantic legends, fairy tales, sonnets. They’re like Romeo and Juliet (only, the R-rated version).

But something has happened to Greg. Now, every time he gets near Ana, he gets long and hard…and pointy in the fang area. He doesn’t know whether he wants to kiss her, lick her, do-that-thing-that-rhymes-with-duck her. Or bite and deprive her of every last molecule of haemoglobin.

Loving a newbie vampire with control issues really and truly sucks.

 

Excerpt:

When I reached Dean’s Coffee House, I was relieved to see my usual table in the back was the only one not taken in the otherwise crowded café. I rushed in before anyone nabbed my spot, sat down, and was busy rifling around in my bag, trying to get my hands on my book, when I felt someone standing beside my table.

I saw a pair of long legs clad in worn jeans. I looked up farther to see a muscular chest, broad, broad shoulders and bulging biceps that strained against a fitted grey T-shirt. This guy was a big, big bastard. I started to feel a little shaky and was almost too nervous to look at his face. Swallowing hard, forcing myself to do it, I looked up, way up, until I met his gaze. And was confronted by the most amazing deep green eyes I had ever seen in my entire life.

Or rather, that I’d seen once before in my entire life.

Holy. Freaking. Mother. Of. God!

Seemed like suddenly my physiological systems went all out of whack. I couldn’t breathe right and my heart took off with a rhythm like a white boy dancing.

Did Tall Dark and About To Give Me a Heart Attack remember me? Probably not. Perhaps he made a habit of grabbing girls in corridors all the time. Oh, plus I’m not six feet tall. Or blonde. Or a model. My nips went hard, though, at the sight of him. And since he must be attracted to hard N.I.Ps… But then, he didn’t even know I’d named his lover Nordic Ice Princess, a.k.a. N.I.P., so he wouldn’t get the connection—

‘Um, since you’re sitting in my chair,’ he began in that deep voice I remembered so well—the one that haunted my dreams. ‘I mean, my favourite chair,’ he amended, ‘the one I sit in every Saturday morning. And since all the other tables are taken, I was wondering if you’d be prepared to share?’

I blinked at him in utter disbelief. And had the urge to start screaming obscenities. His ass—his perfect, gorgeous ass—had been warming my chair on Saturdays, while my stupid ass had been sitting at home?

Well, fuck a goddamn duck!

I sat there gaping at him, unable to formulate a response. Attempting to calm myself, I tried some deep breathing, soon realizing it would take way more than a few ins and outs of my breath to regain my equanimity.

I heard chairs scraping the floor and my gaze flicked to the adjacent table, where the couple was leaving. The attention of the man who was waiting to share my table, however, didn’t waver. He stared into my eyes with such intensity it was as though he were willing me to comply by the sheer magnetic pull of his eyeballs. Lucky for him, he ignored the fact that there was now a free table. Because after all this time, if he went and sat somewhere else, I think I’d pick up a chair and brain him with it.

Apart from this strange potential for violence, I felt all teenage-crush fluttery. Be cool. Just be cool. It’s entirely likely he doesn’t even remember you.

I inhaled one last big breath—an attempt to suck up some nonchalance along with my oxygen. ‘So what—you think I’m like, Goldilocks perhaps, sitting in your chair?’  Ah, my level of nonchalance was awesome.

He bit the inside of his cheek and looked at me for a handful of seconds. ‘Yes, I think so.’

‘And if I’m Goldilocks, then I guess you must be…Papa bear?’

‘I might just be.’

‘Well, you’re certainly big enough…to be a bear.’ My voice did not waver. No sir, it did not.

‘I am indeed.’ He gave me a closed-lipped grin. And oh my hell, just kill me now, dimples appeared in his cheeks when he did it.

‘Problem with this scenario,’ I paused to tug at one of my own very un-goldy locks, ‘wrong hair colour.’

He eyeballed my long dark locks appraisingly, which caused a slight shiver to run through me. ‘No, not at all. Actually, your hair is…just…right.’ He said the last two words slowly, for emphasis.

I clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t laugh outright. After a few moments of us both pretending I wasn’t smiling behind my hand, I said, ‘Well, I’ll have you know, this happens to be my chair Monday to Friday.’ I watched his eyebrows as they took a trip towards his hairline. ‘But since it’s Saturday, and it’s usually your chair on Saturdays, I guess we can share. The table, I mean. You can sit over there,’ I said, pointing to the chair across from me. ‘I don’t think you’ll fit on this chair with me. Besides, I’ve already broken one of the chairs in your little cottage in the woods.’

‘There are a couple of ways we could both fit on that chair,’ he answered, now sporting the most beautiful, devious grin. ‘But maybe I’ll sit here for now and…we’ll see.’

 

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About Saraya

If someone told a young Sayara St. Clair that one day she would be an erotic/paranormal-romance-writing Aussie expat living in Thailand, she would have snort-laughed and yelled, “You. Be. Crazy!”

If someone told her the same thing now, she would not yell, only nod solemnly. Because that actually happened.

Sayara has a science degree, with majors in both microbiology and biochemistry. Working in the fields of serology and tissue banking, she got to do lots of cool and sometimes slightly weird stuff. She was employed as the manager/buyer for furniture retail stores, where she had a chance to unleash her inner interior decorator. (Interior design is one of her great passions.) And for a time, she taught English to students in Asia. (Hanging about in a roomful of extremely loud, pint-sized humans is not one of her great passions.) She has written: ads for TV, print and radio; real estate brochures; website copy; and a screenplay. Now she’s writing fiction and has discovered it’s her favorite thing to do. She’s also learned that writing sultry romances is so much more fun than writing dry old scientific journal articles. No one has sex in scientific journal articles. Not the ones she wrote anyway.

When not writing, she may be most commonly found in a horizontal position reading, in the kitchen baking, in the garden planting, or somewhere else singing at the top of her lungs. She loves music and is prone to spontaneous bouts of dancing.

With regards to vampires and chocolate: she bites one on a daily basis and has had a lifelong obsession with the other. And she’s not telling which one’s which.

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