Release Blitz: Sated by Lucy Felthouse

Out Now! – Sated by Lucy Felthouse 

Blurb:

A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sexy is what happens next.

Since getting together with her vampire boyfriend, Ace, Aneesa is enjoying a sex life she could never have with a human. Ace has skill, strength, stamina…and is massively adventurous. Aneesa is checking things off her sexual bucket list at a rate of knots. However, she hasn’t even come close to experiencing the ultimate item on her list. So when Ace beats her to it, proposing a threesome with his werewolf friend, Barton, Aneesa’s definitely up for it.

Barton is attractive, smart and sexy—almost too good to be true, in fact. Aneesa decides not to jump straight into things, but makes sure it’s what she truly wants. However, it turns out Barton’s not so easily dissuaded.

Will Aneesa get the ultimate erotic experience she’s desired for so long? Will she be truly sated, or is the plan doomed to failure?

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Excerpt:

A human, a vampire and a werewolf walked into a bar. Sounds like the start of a bad joke. I can assure you it isn’t. And telling you that, actually, the human and the vampire walked into the bar together, and found the werewolf already there, probably doesn’t make it sound any better. Well tough, because that’s the way it went down.

Ace and I met at a Halloween fancy dress party. I know, I know—cliché of clichés. And yes, he was dressed as a vampire—Albeit a horrendously exaggerated one—all slicked-back hair, über pale skin and visible fangs. In real life, he actually looks no different to you or I. Okay, he is a bit pale. But at the time, I’d laughed at him and asked if he thought vampires weren’t a bit overdone—it was when Twilight was at the height of its popularity—all angsty teens and stalkerish behavior.

He’d laughed right back, a joyous, melodious sound that had heat pooling in my groin—then as suddenly as it had arrived, his mirth disappeared. Then he’d said, “Overdone or not, we’re here to stay. And I don’t fucking sparkle.”

My heart had been pounding, and my mouth had gone dry. Somehow, I’d known he wasn’t joking. And, although my conscious brain had shut down, my subconscious had had my back, because I’d heard myself say, “Well, thank fuck for that, because I’ve never been a fan of glitter.”

He’d laughed again, the sound tugging at my very core. And—apologies for yet another cliché—we’ve been together ever since.

Several years later and we’re still as madly in love as ever, and still fucking like rabbits. Sex with a vampire is everything you’d expect it to be—energetic, powerful, finessed, mind-blowing and packed with stamina. Providing you can keep up, that is.

In addition to our unquenchable lust for each other, Ace and I have engaged in bondage, sex toys, spanking, anal, pegging—almost an A to Z of things to do in bed. Some we’ve tried and discarded, others have been a regular part of our sexual repertoire.

And yet, our latest adventure was the most exciting yet. You see, after mine and Ace’s initial meeting, I was given an almighty education in everything it meant to be a vampire. Myths were dispelled, other beliefs were confirmed—he definitely didn’t sparkle—and yet more things I’d never even thought of were seared into my brain.

So when Ace announced he had a friend who was a werewolf, I didn’t even bat an eyelid. It was the follow up information that surprised me.

“He wants to what?” The tone of my voice by the end of the sentence was so high that probably only dogs could hear me. And yet it was genuine surprise, rather than disapproval, that fuelled my reaction.

Raising his eyebrows, Ace gave me that sexy smirk that always gets my blood pounding through my veins and my pussy aching to be filled. “You heard me, Aneesa. My friend Barton would like to screw you. With me present, of course, and actively taking part.”

“A th-threesome?” I stumbled over the word—not because I was horrified. Quite the opposite, in fact. Being fucked by two hot guys at once had long been on my sexual bucket list—a list that, since meeting Ace, had had items checked off it at a rate of knots. I was going to have to start thinking of some more shit to put on it. I was way too young to have completed my bucket list—sexual or not—for Christ’s sake!

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

From the other side of the fence and my alter ego: Here Comes Trouble!

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HERE COMES TROUBLE! 

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Ellie Hunter wasn’t looking for a protector, but she definitely wanted a place to lay low and hide. Divorced from her abusive husband for over six months, Ellie goes to Trouble’s gates as a last resort after her ex pays her a "final" visit.    

Allister McCall, Ryan Thomas, Derek Swinney, and Bradley Powers have known Ellie for the better part of their lives and the memory of sharing her is stamped in their minds. When Ellie arrives in small town Trouble, the men jump to all sorts of illicit assumptions.

Once Ellie reconnects with Allister, Ryan, Derek, and Bradley, Ellie’s life is seemingly complete, assuming her ex-husband will let her live in peace. With Navy SEALs training behind them, Ellie’s men are confident Ellie’s ex will finally let her go but if he refuses there will be hell to pay. One way or another, four men will ensure Ellie is protected, loved, cherished, honored, and adored.

Story Excerpt

“Markie’s story is Markie’s story,” Draegan said, forever protective of him. He and Markie were like brothers. “The only reason I mentioned him is because he has been known to go on shopping trips with some of the women. Ellie, he is trained. He can fire any weapon and put a man down quicker than I can.”

“If he’s trained, I imagine so. Tough guys probably never suspect Markie as a threat.”

“That’s the understatement of the year,” Derek mumbled. “He can bring me to my knees without so much as breaking one of his manicured nails.”

Bradley chuckled. “If he takes you to your knees, he probably wants you there for another reason.”

“I heard that.” Markie’s high pitched voice filled the room.

“That was quick,” Allister grumbled, never really a fan of Markie’s, but obviously willing to pull out all the stops to keep Ellie at Trouble.

Markie and his flamboyant self sashayed into the room. His white-cotton colored hair was stacked in soft pink curlers and he wore a short burgundy silk robe with a bold floral print and a sash tied in the front. “I was up. Met Harley in the hall and sent him for breakfast.” Markie’s southern drawl was Alabamian overkill. “Oh my!” He went to the glass and cried out, “Oh boys. Just you look at my baby girl.” He covered his mouth and muted a cry. He dropped his hand and waved his arm. Turning to the others with marked rage in his red cheeks, he quickly asked, “So when do we kill that despicable bastard?”

“If I could, I would,” Derek said. A real brute of a guy, if Derek made a threat, he generally followed through. Fortunately, Derek also played by rules, too. Unless a child was endangered, the founding fathers did not leave Trouble to go and rectify a problem. Generally, the exes showed up at their gates anyway.

Markie turned to Allister and frowned. “I ought to fuck that son-of-a-bitch up with Allister’s gun.” He fluttered his eyelashes, clearly taunting Allister. “Fuck means beat and gun means weapon in this case, sugar.”

“I assumed.”

“Don’t assume, sugar. In my world assuming is nothing more than an ass shared between you and me.” Markie waggled his brows and growled. “Now that’s a picture I could paint with all sorts of good—”

“Markie, please.” A peace maker with little patience, Bradley often stepped between Markie and Allister. Known for saying off-color remarks, Markie seemingly stepped things up a notch whenever he thought he could devil Allister.

“Where does he come up with this shit?” Allister asked, going to the coffee pot.

“Let’s focus on you for now, Ellie,” Draegan said in an elevated voice.

“Keep it down guys,” Bradley said. “Too much commotion in here. I’m guessing Draegan can hear us.”

“Ellie, be honest with me,” Draegan continued. “I know this is very difficult. Coming here couldn’t have been easy. Yes, we know one another and I hate this is uncomfortable for you. Since I also know Denny personally—and it’s fair to say I’ve heard about his recent activities—what’d ya say I make this part easy for you?”

“Okay.” Ellie nervously swiped her hair from her face and then jerked as if she’d thought of something. “I uh…I um…didn’t know where else to park…my car that is. It’s mine. I paid for it with my own money. Denny, he’ll, uh, see my car.”

“We’ll talk about your car in a minute.” Draegan emphasized her ownership in the vehicle since she seemed to take genuine pride in owning something of her own. He took a seat on the edge of the table. His hips were parallel to her coffee mug and she quickly picked it up and took a sip.

Draegan stared at her full lips and Ryan could only imagine what he might have been thinking then. Draegan and Allister were brothers, so Draegan definitely knew about the group romp he’d missed.

Ryan could only hope he wasn’t entertaining his own ideas for Ellie. She wasn’t exactly Draegan’s type. Then again, he wasn’t exactly hiding the fact that he took a minute to body surf.

Damn cocky bastard.

Allister returned to his chair with a Styrofoam cup in hand. “What the hell is he doing?”

“If you ask me, sugar, he’s trying to make her feel comfortable.” Markie rested his hand on Ryan’s shoulder. “Don’t you boys go and get any foolish suspicions now. Ellie doesn’t look the least bit interested.”

“I know Ellie a little better than you do, Markie,” Allister said. “And if that’s not a look of interest, I haven’t seen one.”

“Then work the brother angle, if ya know what I mean. Tell Draegan to do a brother a favor and keep it zipped.”

“As if—” Ryan deliberately trailed his voice and caught a scowl from Allister. Yeah, he was thinking along the same lines.

Hell’s fires wouldn’t stop him and the devil wouldn’t detain him. If Draegan had set his mind on Ellie then they’d have to make a little room in the bedroom, assuming they could ever lure her back to their beds in the first place. The only ace they were holding was a high one indeed. By his own countless admissions, Draegan wasn’t through playing the field.

“Here’s what I think happened. Tell me if I’m right.” He hopped off the table and went into detective mode, not that he had any legitimate experience, but he’d watched enough movies. Draegan had just stepped into his swagger when he stopped in front of Ellie. Apparently noticing another shift in her expression, he knelt in front of her.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and Draegan cupped her hands with his. “Look, Ellie. I’m not judging you. I’m the last person on this earth who would judge anyone.”

She thinned her lips, setting them in a tight line. “I know.” Her voice cracked and she ducked her head. Then, she added, “It’s just—so—hard—you know?”

“Yeah, honey. I do.” He stood up and grinned at the glass.

“Fuck him,” Allister grated out. “He’s making a play for her.”

“Nooooo! Surely not! Are you absolutely certain we’re talking about the same Draegan McCall?” Markie snapped his tongue and his wrist at the same time. “And here I’m just full of disappointment now. I had my eye on Draegan.”

“If you had your sights on Draegan then your disillusioned self deserves to be disappointed.” Harley thrust his arms forward. “Donuts are hot. Pass ‘em around.” 

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New Release: Rise to Power, Search for Pride--Power, Book One

    There’s nothing sexier than a successful man except maybe the passionate beast living inside him.

New this week at eXtasy Books

“Naturally, you’d assume that I’m no threat to you. Being at the top of the food chain, it’s so easy to forget the route taken to get there, to claim that spot and keep it. Leon, darling, let me give you a couple of lessons in power. When you recognize the power in another, you don’t ignore it or you risk diminishing some of your own. And two? Power isn’t handed to you on a silver platter all neatly set up to service one. It’s typically found in the dirtiest of places, and often discovered behind closed doors.

“Those who stumble across such an extraordinary find play their hand as carefully as they can, realizing their one shot may be just that, and taking the keys to the kingdom is never easy, but it’s often just.”

“What the bloody hell are you rambling about?” Ariela asked, stepping closer to the phone that Leon now turned her way.

“I didn’t expect to find you and Leon fucking today. I overheard some of the most extraordinary tidbits of information, Ariela, the kind of information destined to destroy a man and his work. I’d hate to see that happen. Wouldn’t you?”

Ariela leaned forward, crossing her arms over her T-shirt-clad chest. “Shall I presume you’ve thought about the terms? The real ones, I mean.”

Leon shook his head behind the phone. He evidently thought there was another way, and perhaps they’d discuss their options later, particularly if Leon could find a way to get them out of this mess. For now, the ball was in Melinda’s court.Ariela wanted to see if she could dribble and shoot or just run up and down the court mouthing off about the three-pointer she planned to make as soon as everyone moved the hell out of her way.

“It’s like this,” Melinda went on. “I want a title. VP of Hotel Operations will suffice—the position is open. Tomorrow at eight o’clock, it will be mine.” She released a sigh and turned to face Jagger, who stood at the window behind his desk. He didn’t turn and face the phone, yet he must’ve been aware of the camera at his back.

Ariela’s heart broke for her mate then. He’d endured so much over the last few days, and now he faced the possibility of bedding a woman he knew Ariela hated.

Jagger despised her just as much.

Her gaze bounced between Melinda and Jagger. On second thought, he didn’t look nearly as disgusted as Ariela felt and that alone enraged her. Was Jagger actually attracted to Melinda? Was that why he wouldn’t look at them? Was he infatuated by his employee after all? Did he admire this power play she was making, regardless of what it might cost them?

“Don’t worry, Ariela. I’m too busy for an ongoing affair,” Melinda snapped. “Unlike you, I’m not interested in waiting at home for a dutiful lover to come to bed and stroke me a few licks before rolling over and staring at the wall.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jagger still didn’t turn around. He crossed his arms over his chest, acting more interested in the Las Vegas skyline than the pending conversation with the potential to damage their futures.

“See Ariela, I believe there’s nothing sexier than a successful man, except maybe that passionate beast that lives inside him—the one that drives him forward and makes him crave the success that he alone believes he deserves.”

“I get that you want to be affiliated with Jagger,” Ariela growled, “But he won’t go to bed with you. Unlike women, men have a problem sleeping with women when they aren’t turned on and aroused.”

“I can turn him on, Ariela. I promise you that.”

“What. Do. You. Want?”

“I’ve told you. Perhaps your defense mechanism is shutting out what you don’t want to hear, but listen closely, dear. Jagger will be in my bed twice a year. With the new expansion, I realize he has his head somewhere else, so I’ll give him a few months to wrap his mind around the idea. Besides, I like foreplay. Anticipation is everything, darling.”

Leon hit the mute button. “The woman is a terrorist! She wants you to dread the act. That’s a power play right there. She’s proving to you she is in control.”

So Melinda had taken her shot and made it count. Her three points were on the board—the position of power as VP of Marketing, and two nights a year with Jagger. Now it was Ariela’s turn. And by damn, Ariela knew what to do when the ball was in her court. She’d draw the foul.