New Release: Off the Shelf by Lucy Felthouse

For the eagle-eyed amongst you, you’ll know that I’ve posted information on Off the Shelf before, when it was included in The Secret Library: Silk Stockings, which contains three erotic romance novellas.

Now, however, it’s available as a standalone novella, at an absolute bargain price. It’s currently only available on Amazon, but will be available at all other good eBook retailers in a couple of months. I hope you’ll check it out – it’s my favourite story to date!

So, just in case you didn’t catch my previous post, here’s the cover, blurb and excerpt:

At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?

Excerpt:

Pushing the ‘on’ button, Annalise moved the vibrator down between her parted legs and eased it inside her eager pussy. As the ears of the Rampant Rabbit slid into position on her clit, she groaned with pleasure and rolled her hips, desperate to get more delicious friction. Then she pressed another button on the toy’s control panel to ramp up the power another notch. As much as she’d prefer a slower build-up to her orgasm, she just didn’t have the time. She had to leave for the airport in a couple of hours, and she hadn’t even packed her case. A quick knee-trembler would have to suffice.

As the vibrator buzzed away between her thighs, Annalise closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind of anything but the pleasure she was experiencing. After a brief flirtation with the thought that she’d much prefer a hot man between her legs bringing her to orgasm, Annalise simply enjoyed the feeling of her impending climax. The busily-vibrating bunny ears pressed tightly against her sensitive flesh soon had her pussy fluttering. Then, without warning, Annalise was quickly yanked onto her pleasure plateau and immediately pushed off, leaving her writhing and shouting on the bed as a powerful orgasm overtook her body.

Annalise arched her back as waves of pleasure crashed over her, and her cunt clenched and grabbed at the toy buried deep inside. Her swollen clit throbbed, quickly becoming too sensitive for the unrelenting stimulation from the vibrator. Switching it off and pulling out, Annalise dropped the toy onto the mattress by her side and gave a satisfied moan as she rode out the remainder of her climax. Finally, when the twitches and spasms had abated and her heart rate and breathing were almost back to normal, Annalise grabbed the Rabbit and rolled across to the side of her bed where the toy box was kept. She made short but thorough work of cleaning it, then reluctantly put it in its case, popped it into the small bedside cupboard and shut the door.

Annalise hated leaving her favourite toy behind when she went away, but she just wasn’t brave enough to take it with her. She usually only took carry-on luggage, and the very thought of the distinctive shape of the Rampant Rabbit popping up on the screen of the airport scanners made her shudder. It would be bad enough for the staff to see it on their monitors, knowing what it was and giving her knowing looks; imagine what would happen if they decided to check inside her bags! She would want to curl up and die of embarrassment, she just knew it.

No, it was much better off staying here. She could make do with her right hand for a few days. Even better, she might even meet someone. Annalise smiled. She’d had some pretty steamy encounters on her travels. The desk clerk in Dubai, the gym manager in Turkey, the waiter in Corfu…

Annalise shook herself. This wasn’t the time to let her mind wander down that path and get herself all worked up. She had to go and get ready now. There’d be plenty of time for daydreaming later, when she was in long and boring queues, and on the flight.

Grab it from Amazon UK or Amazon US today!

*****

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more athttp://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

New Release: Off the Shelf by Lucy Felthouse

This is a very special post for me. Unlike the other Wickedly Sexy Writers, I haven’t yet written a full length novel (though I’m getting there), but I have finally made the step up from short story into novella! This week sees the release of my first ever novella, Off the Shelf, which appears in Xcite Books anthology, The Secret Library: Silk Stockings.

This erotic romance story was a learning curve for me, but once I got into it, I had such fun writing it and adore the finished product (not to mention having the biggest crush on the hero, Damien). Here’s the blurb:

At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?

And, just because you’re all so awesome, here’s a snippet from the beginning:

Pushing the ‘on’ button, Annalise moved the vibrator down between her parted legs and eased it inside her eager pussy. As the ears of the Rampant Rabbit slid into position on her clit, she groaned with pleasure and rolled her hips, desperate to get more delicious friction. Then she pressed another button on the toy’s control panel to ramp up the power another notch. As much as she’d prefer a slower build-up to her orgasm, she just didn’t have the time. She had to leave for the airport in a couple of hours, and she hadn’t even packed her case. A quick knee-trembler would have to suffice.

As the vibrator buzzed away between her thighs, Annalise closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind of anything but the pleasure she was experiencing. After a brief flirtation with the thought that she’d much prefer a hot man between her legs bringing her to orgasm, Annalise simply enjoyed the feeling of her impending climax. The busily-vibrating bunny ears pressed tightly against her sensitive flesh soon had her pussy fluttering. Then, without warning, Annalise was quickly yanked onto her pleasure plateau and immediately pushed off, leaving her writhing and shouting on the bed as a powerful orgasm overtook her body.

Annalise arched her back as waves of pleasure crashed over her, and her cunt clenched and grabbed at the toy buried deep inside. Her swollen clit throbbed, quickly becoming too sensitive for the unrelenting stimulation from the vibrator. Switching it off and pulling out, Annalise dropped the toy onto the mattress by her side and gave a satisfied moan as she rode out the remainder of her climax. Finally, when the twitches and spasms had abated and her heart rate and breathing were almost back to normal, Annalise grabbed the Rabbit and rolled across to the side of her bed where the toy box was kept. She made short but thorough work of cleaning it, then reluctantly put it in its case, popped it into the small bedside cupboard and shut the door.

Annalise hated leaving her favourite toy behind when she went away, but she just wasn’t brave enough to take it with her. She usually only took carry-on luggage, and the very thought of the distinctive shape of the Rampant Rabbit popping up on the screen of the airport scanners made her shudder. It would be bad enough for the staff to see it on their monitors, knowing what it was and giving her knowing looks; imagine what would happen if they decided to check inside her bags! She would want to curl up and die of embarrassment, she just knew it.

No, it was much better off staying here. She could make do with her right hand for a few days. Even better, she might even meet someone. Annalise smiled. She’d had some pretty steamy encounters on her travels. The desk clerk in Dubai, the gym manager in Turkey, the waiter in Corfu…

Annalise shook herself. This wasn’t the time to let her mind wander down that path and get herself all worked up. She had to go and get ready now. There’d be plenty of time for daydreaming later, when she was in long and boring queues, and on the flight.

See, I even started it off with some filth. I’m a Wickedly Sexy Writer for a reason

So if you love erotic romance, check out The Secret Library: Silk Stockings, which also contains novellas from Constance Munday and Jenna Bright. I can’t wait to hear what you think of my first novella!

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

Time for something a bit…Far From The Usual

No, that’s not my new motto…although I think it should be ;D

Howdy, Wickedly Sexy Peeps. It’s Avril all up in your face. I’m bringing you a taste of Far From the Usual, my interracial novella out NOW! from Evernight Publishing.

It’s sexy. Of course. And just this side of dirty.

Hell, yes.

Raunchy, but then you expect that from Av, don’t ya?

I was just minding my business like I usually do (not) when this hot story hit me upside the head.

What if my heroine is in love with her ex’s brother? And not just his brother, nooo. His twin. Hell yeah, I had to write the story.

Far From the Usual was written with a quickness…Av speak for pretty fast, and the result is below. I hope you enjoy Arden and Cam, I’ve shared one of what I think is the sexiest scenes in the book.

He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.

Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.

EXCERPT

Cam had long silenced the annoying voice calling him all kinds of bastards. He knew the spiel by heart, but he wasn’t a masochist. The woman he wanted was single and he didn’t give a fuck who she’d been with before.

Arden had always been his.

He could barely focus on the task of fixing his mother’s dishwasher. He managed to fix the damned thing, though, and hightail it out of the house before his mother found something else for him to fix.

He drove through town searching for Arden’s car, cursing the drugging need he had for her that discarded common sense. She was his brother’s ex, barely. Feisty and haughty and spoiled. All the things he usually hated in a woman, but found he wanted to see in her. She was better than the image she projected, he knew that much.

She was out on a date and fuck, but he needed to hit something. Or someone. He’d waited patiently for months for her to wise up, see that Clark was using her for nothing more than her family’s power and status, because as much as the Mercers had money and prestige, Clark hungered for more.

All the time.

Dating the daughter of the Mayor of Ridgefield certainly gave Clark a measure of security and prestige, but what was his brother thinking, calling things off?

Cam knew Arden cared for his brother. He didn’t doubt Clark cared for her, but those two had never been in love. No way could Clark have walked away from the caramel-skinned beauty if he was in love with her, and Cam knew enough about Arden to know he wouldn’t have gotten as close as he had if she was in love with his brother.

All’s fair in love and war.

Due to his brother’s stupidity, Arden was free and Cam would be staking his claim. This time he wasn’t allowing his brother’s feelings to factor into his decisions. He’d done that for a very long time and now he was going to be selfish.

He wanted Arden Windham. He wanted her slick and tight around him, eyes on him as he fucked her hard, and he wanted to watch that mask she wore fall apart. He wanted to watch her fall apart then put her back together.

That his brother once had her only sweetened that hunger.

He spotted her car in front of Marty’s Eatery downtown Ridgefield. Cam tightened his hold on the steering wheel, but didn’t stop. Instead he dialed the number he’d saved in his phone. Her number.

Parking the truck in front of his shop, he leaned back in his seat, eyes closed and listened as the phone rang over his Bluetooth headset.

“This is Arden.”

Her voice was soft, tone considerably subdued.

“You’re on a date?” The tension in his body reverberated through his gruff words.

“Who is this?”

“Like you don’t know. I’m not happy, Princess.” Cam smiled at her swift intake of breath. He could definitely picture the panicked look in her eyes. He frightened her and he doubted she really knew why.

“Wasn’t I clear earlier?” he asked. “It’s you and me, Princess. Get rid of whoever you’re with before I do it for you.”

He listened as she mumbled an excuse to her companion and silence reigned while he assumed she found privacy. A door banged in the background.

“Where the hell do you get off?” She raged at him but he made out the tremors in her voice. “You don’t own me, Mr. Mercer. You’ll never have me.”

“We both know that’s not true. I can see the hunger in your eyes and the fear. You want me, Princess, you just don’t know what to do about it.”

She choked. “You’re a delusional bastard who wants what his brother had. It will never happen. Never.”

Such vehemence. Cam squirmed and palmed his hard cock through his jeans. Fuck. “I bet you’re wet right now, Princess. If you slid a finger under those tight ass shorts, would they be slick with your cream? Are you creaming for me, Princess?” He squeezed his bulge and widened his legs, hips lifting as he thrust into his palm.

Arden fell silent, her heavy pants telling him enough.

“I’d lick it all up,” he whispered. “Spread you wide and bathe in all that wetness.”

She made a sound, he thought he heard his name, but then she took an audible breath.

“I’m not doing this with you, Mr. Mercer.”

Cam grinned. “Ah, but you will. You know where I am and how to reach me.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Mercer.” She ended the call and Cam bolted out of the truck and up to his apartment above the shop. He needed to jerk off in the worst way.

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