Saturday, 30 May 2015

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Friday, 29 May 2015

Eroticon 2015

Eroticon 2015 is fast approaching! Here's the low down...

Eroticon is the UK's conference for sex bloggers and erotica writers. A weekend of workshops where you can learn, share, network and meet the people behind the names on your computer screen.

Eroticon 2015 takes place on 1st & 2nd of August in Bristol UK.

There's loads going on over the weekend, including get-togethers on the Friday and Saturday evenings. The Brit Babes love Eroticon and in the past have been there in force, but this year the dates haven't worked so well for everyone. However, Lily Harlem and Kd Grace are not only attending but also running a 45 minute creative writing workshop on the Saturday afternoon.

There are lots of great speakers lined up and you can read all about them here.

The session Lily and Kd are running is called Crafting Creativity and is aimed at new writers preparing to publish their work for the first time, but will also be of benefit to bloggers who want to polish their short stories and create a more professional image for their blog. 

The session will start by discussing the big picture when writing erotica/erotic romance (timelines, characterisation, plot) and  aspects such as avoiding head hopping, ‘showing not telling’ and then work down to the fine details of crafting each sentence. By the end of the session the audience will have a better understanding of how to create an ‘arc’ in their story and how to make characters believable and 3D. They should also be able to analyse their own writing to eliminate common mistakes that make their work look unpolished and unappealing to publishers and in turn readers.

You can check out the Eroticon Blog and find out more on the website. If you haven't been to Bristol before it's a modern and vibrant city on the River Avon about 2 hours west of London.

Thursday, 28 May 2015

Tell Me

My latest release is up on Amazon. Tell Me is a sizzling story about trust, barriers, and about keeping secrets.
You can grab it now, from  Amazon US   Amazon UK
Here's the back cover stuff...
Tell me, Thea. After months of frequenting her local BDSM club, Thea has found what every submissive dreams of, the perfect Dom. He understands every gasp and shiver of her response and gives her exactly what she craves. He pushes her limits, takes her to the edge and then holds her while she floats back to reality. He knows every inch of her body in intimate detail, but nothing else about her at all. Though he tries to delve into her personal life, he respects her wishes when she refuses. Thea feels compelled to keep her ‘real’ life separate from anything that happens on the BDSM scene, it's the only way she can exist. Tony is bewitched from the first moment he lays eyes on his perfect little sub at The Wicked Club. Months of scening with her only makes him crave more. But any pressure for information about her private life has her scurrying away like a frightened kitten. He needs to keep his cool and take it slow in order not to scare her away. That is until a twist of fate lands Thea in Mr Tony diMarco's office and her worlds collide. Her perfect Dom is sitting behind the desk at her new job. It's too much and she refuses to mix her personal and professional lives. But Tony won't take no for an answer. He needs Thea Richmond in his bed and in his office and he is determined to have his way. Thea is reluctant to blur the lines, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to maintain her well-ordered existence. Will she trust her Dom to push her to the edge like he always does? Or will she risk losing the man she has come to love?
... and of course  a HOT excerpt to set the mood.
“Sir, stop… Please, I can’t…” Thea allowed her head to drop backwards, dislodging the loose knot her Dom had fashioned in her hair at the start of their scene. It tumbled down her back in dark waves, a light caress against her shoulders, tender from the lash of the flogger. She hissed in a sharp breath, battling to ride the waves of exquisite agony shooting in a direct line from her clamped nipples to her clit. The relentless flogging paused. Thea gasped, dragging in precious oxygen during this brief lull. A few seconds, just a few sweet moments would be enough for her to regroup and be ready to continue. “Sir stop? Since when was that a safe word, girl?” Thea’s pussy clenched at the low, rich tone of the man behind her, as he leaned forward now to murmur the words right into her ear. He had a unique quality in his voice, some special timbre which seemed to resonate right through her soul. She could never say no to him. “It isn’t. I mean, I don't want to stop, I apologise, Sir.” “Tell me, Thea.” He reached around her to cup her breasts in his hands, briefly relieving the tension created by the nipple clamps gripping each of her swollen nubs. Thea sighed in relief, loving the intimacy of this moment, the certainty that he knew, without her even needing to tell him, that she was close to her limit. Except she had told him. She had asked him to stop, though not in the customary manner, the manner guaranteed to bring a scene to a shuddering halt. If she’d uttered her safe word her Dom would have released her from the restraints which held her suspended from the beam across the ceiling in the dungeon. There would be no questions asked, she would be whisked straight into the aftercare suite. There she would be wrapped in a blanket and snuggled up to his warm solid body before she could say ball gag. Thea hadn’t said ‘red’; but through her tone, her body language, he knew anyway. Tony always knew. “I just need a moment, Sir. Oh, that feels good.” Thea allowed her head to rest against her Dom’s shoulder as he massaged her breasts, his fingers gentle against her delicate, sensitive skin. For several more seconds he caressed her, drawing her back into the scene, back under his spell. He seemed to know the exact moment she was his again. “We continue?” “Yes, Sir. Please,” There was a faint swirl of air against her naked back as he stepped away, and a rustle as he bent to retrieve the flogger he had laid to one side in order to calm her. Thea shivered, then exhaled as he drew the strands of the flogger across her shoulders, her already heated skin prickling under the caress. He walked around her to trail the suede tendrils over her breasts, paying close attention to her throbbing nipples. Thea tensed, willing him not to flick or nudge, but at the same time longing for him to do just that. He didn’t. Instead he brushed her lips with his own, just the lightest suggestion of a kiss before he circled around behind her again. Thea wondered if it was possible to die from longing, from sheer anticipation. “Sir…” “I know.” His tone was clipped, all business. Gone now the tender lover of just a few seconds ago, “Now, right?” “Now, Sir … aaagh” Despite her readiness Thea let out a startled yelp as the flogger landed across her naked shoulders. The pain was sharp at first, shimmering across the surface of her skin, then sinking into her flesh, rich and heavy. She sagged forward, allowing the restraints which held her secure by the wrists to take her weight now. Wordless, her Dom continued to drop stroke after stroke across her shoulders and buttocks, her breasts, her hips, each one perfectly placed and timed to ensure she had sufficient space to absorb the impact before the next fell. His movements were economical, efficient, precise, his skill long-practised. He circled her slowly, her body open to him, exposed. BP web banner  AB TM  

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

Innocence is Live

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Innocence Blurb
Book 1
Calvin Edwards has everything he could dream about— perfect lifestyle, running the family real-estate company back in London. He takes a holiday up north to visit his parents only to find a young pregnant woman attempting to take her life. Wishing to help, Calvin becomes a friend to her, only fears he’s out of his depth. Just when he thinks he can do this his past resurfaces, sending his life crashing.
Kacey is pregnant and her life is out of control with nowhere left to go. She descends on her mum for one last chance for help, only to have the door slammed in her face. At her wits end, she is alone, scared, and helpless until Calvin comes along. He becomes a dear friend giving her kindness, something she thought no longer existed in the world. Only she finds what she’d pushed to the back of her mind through selfish pain is back. Her past with all its mistakes has come back to life!
       “We could go and get some breakfast too, dinner and tea, I don’t mind, it’s something I would enjoy,” he continued to say behind her.
      “Lovely,” she said, feeling a stinging sensation taking over her internal organs. She took a sip of her hot tea, trying to force the lump in her throat down.
      “Right! Is it okay if I go and grab a quick shower?”
      “Sure.” There is no way I am turning around to look at you and allow you to see my disappointment. What the hell will happen to me when you’ve gone? How will I cope without having his kindness around me? Can I not just keep him for a few extra days?
      Kacey waited a few minutes before spinning around and found Calvin gone and no doubt already stripping off his clothes. She let out a large breath, struggling to think clear. Calvin felt like a severe addiction and one she wouldn’t forget in a hurry. She turned to stare at the bedroom door, no doubt him already naked in the shower, having the water cascading over his delicious body. She put her hand over her mouth, appalled to be thinking such a way, endeavouring not to have the image in her mind.
      Nevertheless, all she could see was Calvin standing under the shower and the water dancing over his fine features. Closing her eyes and feeling terribly sick, longing to touch, feel, and have him wrapped around her tight the way he held her last night. How she resented the fact her nostrils were bunged up, preventing her from inhaling his wonderful aroma.
     “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it now for goodness sake,” she said needing to shake off those silly thoughts.
     Kacey walked to the bedroom, unsure if it was safe to enter. She stood, gawping at the door debating whether to wait for him to come out or not. The bathroom was separate from the bedroom and surely, as much as she craved to see him, she wouldn’t. She decided to enter the room to get dressed.
     Only, when walking inside the room she crashed into Calvin. His towel dropped and so did hers.     
     They both stood gormlessly staring into one another’s eyes looking mortified.
     "Jeez, I am so sorry,” Calvin muttered and quickly bent over and she caught the sight of his naked bottom. Her eyes shot wide-open. Then, Kacey used her hands to cover her large breasts and her womanhood. Calvin wrapped the towel around his waist, holding it tight and turned his body around facing the opposite way, using his hand to blindfold his eyes.
     “Bloody hell, I am so sorry,” he said while she watched him taking side steps to reach the bedroom door. A large lump formed in her mouth, shocked, unable to take her eyes of him, holding his head low, keeping his eyes covered at all times. Once he reached the door he dashed out of the room, and he was gone. Kacey stood astonished at what had just happened.
      “I’m so sorry, Kacey,” he voiced sincerely.
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Author Holly J. Gill
A wife and a mum to three grown up children, and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is a romance writer, her main genre being erotic, romance and has recently been exploring new channels, paranormal and contemporary. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her, and longing to get their stories written. Finally, her dream came true two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her Desires series. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, seeing friends for lunches and sharing her new potential ideas for books. She enjoys listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.
Writing is where Holly’s heart is… 
Where to find Holly

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

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Jodi Redford ~ Perfect Passion ~ Perfect Chemistry 
Zara Cox ~ Indigo Velvet ~ Indigo Lounge Series 
Renea Mason ~ Tasting Paris ~The Good Doctor Trilogy 
Piper Denna ~ Confidential Craving ~ Fantasies Inc. Series 
Erzabet Bishop ~ Black Magic Café 
Iyana Jenna ~ Strictly Professional 
Anne Lange ~ Blind Taste Test 
S.J. Maylee ~ Common Grounds 
Terri George ~ Feast on Me 
Lee Rene ~ The Sweetness in the Pudding 
Mindy Larson ~ Sweet Tooth 
Felicity Kates ~ Super-Sex Me ~ The Little Miss Kick-Ass Series 
Emma Nichols ~ Sinfully Sweet ~ The Sweet Series 
Libby Sinclair ~ Cake Topper ~ The Incarnation Chronicles 
Rissa Blakeley ~ A Little Taste of Naughty ~ The Shattered Lives Series 
Mariah Kingsley ~ Sugar and Spice 
Rosemary Rey ~ Always the Last One 
Persephone Jones ~ Cherry Tart 
Christine Severin ~ Cherry Lips 
J.S Snow ~ Claiming

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Weekly Book Focus

Marissa Lambert is furious her agent hired a security agency to protect her. Just because two plus-size models have turned up dead doesn’t mean she’s at risk. Besides, she can take care of herself!

Beau Evans owns Evans Security. The moment he watches Marissa sashay down the runway, he gets a serious itch that doesn't go away. Once they succumb to the lust in their blood there's no turning back.

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Handsome stud or not, Marissa decided to get right to the point. “Nothing against you, but you’re fired.” She tried to ignore the tiny scar at the corner of his sensual mouth.

“I don’t work for you. You can’t fire me.” He cocked a brow. “Even if you can take care of yourself.” His sexy drawl clearly said he didn’t think so.

Marissa pressed her lips together. “You caught me by surprise.” All of him caught her by surprise. He had the whole package right down to his muddy cowboy boots. He was a true Texan, and nothing close to her unflattering description to Kirk.

He laughed. “You think the killer is going to announce himself?”

Damn him! “Well, maybe I can’t fire you, but after what you just did, I can call your boss and demand another bodyguard.” Marissa slapped her hands on her full hips.

Why is he laughing again?

“My brothers and I own Evan’s Security and I’m afraid they’re all on assignments right now.”

Good God, there was more like him?

“I’m afraid I’m stuck with you.”

Marissa was preoccupied with the way his sensuous mouth formed the words, until what he said reached her on a conscious level. He was stuck with her? Her gaze returned to his. There was amusement swimming in his chocolate eyes. Rich, decadent chocolate that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful. Her lips twitched in response. She liked a man with a sense of humor, even directed at her.

Beau Evans was a big, well-proportioned man, and the way he filled out a pair of jeans revealed his powerful, muscular thighs. Marissa couldn’t help her wandering gaze as it moved down his body, then back up again. She gauged his height to be somewhere around six feet five. Not too many men made her feel small, but this one did.

“So, where’s the hat, cowboy?”

“In my truck.”

It figured he’d have a truck. Didn’t all macho Texans?

“What did you mean earlier when you said, ‘I have a lot to learn?’”

“I’ll show you after you put some clothes on.”

After years of modeling, Marissa was used to being in various states of undress around people. It came with the business, and she was very comfortable in her own skin. The minute she’d entered her dressing room she’d kicked off her heels and removed the sheer thigh length shirt.

“I am wearing clothes.”

If eyes could strip, she’d be naked right now. “If you insist, ma’am.”

Monday, 18 May 2015

Make Do and Mend by Lorna Peel (@peellorna)

At the outbreak of World War Two in September 1939, almost a quarter of the British population was entitled to wear some sort of uniform. The increased demand for uniforms put enormous pressure on Britain's textile and clothing industries and rationing was introduced in June 1941. Silk was one of the first fabrics to go as it was needed for the war effort, so Into The Unknown’s Kate Sheridan was very lucky to have been bought two sets of silk lingerie by her aunt Helen to replace her embarrassingly old-fashioned underwear.

Rationing worked by allocating each type of clothing item a value in points. Every adult was initially given an allocation of 66 points to last one year, but this allocation shrank as the war progressed. Eleven coupons were required for a dress, two needed for a pair of stockings, and eight coupons for a man's shirt or a pair of trousers. Women's shoes meant handing over five coupons, and for men's footwear seven.

Despite these shortages, people were encouraged to keep looking fashionable in order to keep up morale and the 'Make Do and Mend' campaign was launched to encourage people to make their existing clothes last longer. The ability to repair, alter and make clothes from scratch became increasingly important as the war went on. Kate would have studied needlework at school in Ireland, so she wouldn’t have found making clothes from a pattern too daunting a task.

Over 40 million gas masks had been distributed around Britain by the outbreak of war. The population were told to carry them at all times in the standard-issue cardboard box tied up with string. Fashion designers quickly saw a gap in the market, turned the ugly boxes into handbags at the top and a space at the bottom for the mask, and these were snapped up by many women like Kate.

Make-up was never rationed, but was taxed and very expensive. As with their clothes, women found imaginative ways around shortages. Bright red lipstick was a way to look glamorous, even if you couldn’t afford any other cosmetics. And when it just couldn’t be found, beetroot juice was used instead of both blusher and lipstick and boot polish instead of mascara. When stockings were in short supply, an eyeliner was used to draw a ‘seam’ up the back of the legs—which may also have been carefully painted with gravy browning to appear like a tan shade of stockings. So, instead of being moth-balled for the duration of the war, fashion became more inventive and individual—the colours brighter and the colours bolder.


Following Helen into a department store’s lingerie department, and into a changing room, Kate stripped right down to her embarrassingly old-fashioned underwear. Catching sight of the shop girl’s smirking face in the mirror, Kate wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. The girl measured her before bringing a selection of bras and knickers for her to choose from. Kate stared in consternation. How could she choose? They were all beautiful. Thankfully, Helen decided for her.

“We’ll take the peach set and the white,” she said. “Would you like to wear the peach set now, Kate?”

Kate had been running her fingers over the silk in awe and jumped. “Yes, I will. Thank you.”
She changed into the lingerie and stared at herself for a long time in the mirror. Silk. She had never felt anything so soft before.

“Let’s see, Kate.” She heard her aunt’s voice, opened the curtains, and both women stared at her. “Good Lord.” Helen seemed astonished. “You do have a figure, after all.”

Passing a boutique a little later, Kate stopped and gazed at a suit in the window. Helen had walked on but returned to her and smiled. “That’s very smart, isn’t it? Do you want to try it on?”

“Oh, no, it looks very expensive.”

“It doesn’t cost anything to try it on.”

So the suit was tried on and Kate paraded up and down the shop examining herself from all angles. The suit was deep green and flattered her curvaceous figure.

“Do you like it?” Helen asked.

“Oh, yes, it’s lovely.”

“That’s just as well because it’s yours.”

“Mine?” Kate’s mouth fell open. It must have cost a fortune. “Oh, thank you.”

“Nonsense, you’re starting to look feminine at last. Shoes and a handbag next.”

They found a black handbag and matching shoes in a shop across the street. Again, Kate paraded up and down, but this time to get used to the high heels. Standing up in them for the first time, she had almost toppled over. Kate tottered along the street, finding herself much taller than Helen, and followed her into a hair salon.

“Your hair isn’t too bad, actually,” Helen told her before turning to the stylist. “A trim, and style it, please.”

Within an hour, Kate’s hair had been swept back from her face into a chignon. Her aunt leaned forward.

“Cheekbones, too,” she murmured and nodded. “Beauty salon next.”

A further hour passed with various powders and lipsticks being tried and tested before Kate opened her eyes and gazed at the film star in the mirror, hardly recognising herself.

“Oh, Kate,” Helen breathed. “You’re beautiful.” She turned to the three women standing behind Kate’s chair. “Whatever she’s got on, we’ll take it.”

Out on the street, Kate found herself being stared at and even attracted wolf whistles
from a group of soldiers. It felt strange—embarrassing—but flattering, too.

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London on 3 September 1939 is in upheaval. War is inevitable. Into this turmoil steps Kate Sheridan, newly arrived from Ireland to live with her aunt and uncle, and look for work. When she meets Flight Lieutenant Charlie Butler sparks fly, but he is a notorious womaniser. Should she ignore all the warnings and get involved with a ladies man whose life will be in daily danger?

Charlie Butler has no intention of getting involved with a woman. But when he meets Kate his resolve is shattered. Should he allow his heart to rule his head and fall for a nineteen-year-old Irish girl while there is a war to fight?

Private conflicts and personal doubts are soon overshadowed. Will the horrors of war bring Kate and Charlie together or tear them apart?

Author Bio and Links

Lorna Peel is an author of contemporary and historical romantic fiction. She has had work published in three Irish magazines – historical articles on The Stone of Scone in ‘Ireland’s Own’, on The Irish Potato Famine in the ‘Leitrim Guardian’ – and Lucy’s Lesson, a contemporary short story in ‘Woman’s Way’.

Her first novel, Only You, a contemporary romance, was published in 2014. Into The Unknown, an historical novel set during WWII, will be published on 5 May 2015.

Lorna was born in England and lived in North Wales until her family moved to Ireland to become farmers, which is a book in itself! She lives in rural Ireland, where she write, researches her family history, and grows fruit and vegetables. She also keeps chickens (and a Guinea Hen who now thinks she’s a chicken!).


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Friday, 15 May 2015

The Importance of Being There: Looking For Charlotte by Jennifer Young (@jynovelist)

In another life (and, like every writer, I have many other lives) Im a travel writer. I use words to describe the places Ive been and the experiences Ive had, and to try and pin down the essence of a place. And theyre different, not just in terms of language or culture. The rough volcanic rocks of the English Lakes have a totally different feel to the soft fields of southern Scotland, not too many miles away.
Im telling you this because places are important to me. Almost without exception, the starting point for my novels is the location. Then come the characters and then, bringing up the rear, the plot. Thats why my books tend to be set in places that arent just scenic but are interesting as well (and are usually somewhere Ive been on holiday because thats when I have time to think).
Looking For Charlotte is different. The idea came from a newspaper cutting which gave me  both plot and characters, though obviously I tinkered with them. But it didnt give me the location. The real life location, Pennsylvania, is somewhere Ive never been and about which I know nothing so it clearly wouldnt do. So I took my characters, Flora and Suzanne, and I moved them across the Atlantic to Scotland.
Perhaps I should tell you what its all about. Hearing that the police have abandoned the search for a toddler, Flora Wilson embarks on a search for the childs body so as to bring closure to Charlottes mother, Suzanne a quest which takes her through large and empty tracts of the Scottish Highlands.
Why Scotland? Its where I live. The Highlands, the focus for most of the novel, is somewhere I spend a lot of time (though admittedly never enough). And the Scottish landscape fits the tone of the book to perfection.
In a search for a buried child, the land is the key. First, following the clues left in the killers suicide notes, Flora must identify the area where the body might be buried she must read the landscape. It changes with the seasons; she must read that too. The book is set in winter where the mountains and moorlands are bleak, sometimes even hostile and Floras misreading of nature leads her into peril.
Looking For Charlotte isnt a travel book, but the story is closely integrated with the land in which Flora lives a land of brooding beauty and fierce contrasts, and a land I love.

They fell into silence as they thought about the past. Perhaps theyd rambled the same hills at the same time with their previous partners. Maybe she and Danny had straggled separately along rocky paths while Philip and Jo walked hand-in-hand a few hundred yards away. Perhaps. Perhaps. She looked sideways and saw that Philip had a pensive look on his face, as if he were thinking the same thing. But she didnt ask. Philip made her feel young and happy, but the shadow of Jo scared her in some mad, inexplicable way, haunting the day out like a ghost of the Scottish hills. Always, surely, at the front of Philips mind, at the very kernel of his being.
They sat for a while longer in silence against the sun-warmed rock, looking to the south. Here, a window of perfect autumn weather had surprised them. To the south there was more of a haze, where a low glaze of cloud lay over the Great Glen and the hills around it. In the distance, if Flora looked hard, she could see faint scars on the landscape a short distance from the road, close to a glass-roofed extension to a crumbling house and a rusty old farm vehicle. If she hadnt known what it was shed never have guessed. The police had gone now, though they hadnt quite been able to bring themselves to abandon their search site completely. When she and Philip had driven past on the way up, theyd seen the blue and white tape and the Keep Out signs. From a distance it just looked like another swathe of peat cutting, though one where there was no peat to cut.
Sitting beside her, Philip, whod suggested this walk, glanced at his watch. His sigh was one of reluctance; she knew that, like her, he loved to walk but spent little enough time on the hills once work, football, and domestic chores were taken care of. She worried that he took a puritanical view of self-indulgence, felt guilty about enjoying himself too much or too often. She wanted to make him smile.
Thats three oclock,he said reluctantly.
She glanced at her own watch for confirmation. Should we head back?There was a tempting summit a little further on, but shed spent enough time in the hills to know how false the promise of even the smallest detour could be.
I suppose so.
Standing up, they dropped down below the ridge to where the elements once again became bearable. Out of the wind it was warm again. Flora unzipped her jacket and looked towards Loch Broom and the glittering jet and silver jigsaw which the light had made of the Summer Isles and the sea. The fretted outline of the coast always made her stop and think, and today it reminded her of something. What was it Joanne said?
Once again Philips mind was following her own; he answered without the slightest puzzlement. When the tide goes out were all part of the same landscape.
Its a very nice idea. That were all interconnected.
Apparently its a very strong Celtic concept. I must read up on the Celts.
They were silent as they scrambled down the steepest part of the path. A quick glimpse to the south showed the fold of cloud had drifted a little closer. You must miss her,she observed with daring, as they reached a flatter part and began making more rapid progress, side by side on the widening path.

Divorced and lonely, Flora Wilson is distraught when she hears news of the death of little Charlotte Anderson. Charlottes father killed her and then himself, and although he left a letter with clues to her grave, his two-year-old daughter still hasnt been found. Convinced that she failed her own children, now grown up and seldom at home, Flora embarks on a quest to find Charlottes body to give the childs mother closure, believing that by doing so she can somehow atone for her own failings.
As she hunts in winter through the remote moors of the Scottish Highlands, her obsession comes to challenge the very fabric of her life her job, her friendship with her colleague Philip Metcalfe, and her relationships with her three children.

Author bio
I live in Edinburgh and I write romance and contemporary womens fiction. Ive been writing all my life and my first book was published in February 2014, though Ive had short stories published before then. The thing that runs through all my writing is an interest in the world around me. I love travel and geography and the locations of my stories is always important to me. And of course I love reading anything and everything.

Twitter: @JYnovelist

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial


They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.

When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?

Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first—Desert Heat, which is available from all good retailers.

**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: **



Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.

He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.

Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.

At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.

The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.

Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.

The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.

Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.

Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.

Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.


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