Please welcome the delightful Lucy Felthouse - she's spotlighting her new book, Sweet Spot
Blurb:
A Raw
Talent book.
Virginia Miller is an
up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in
a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training
facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the
talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the
most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place
there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.
But Virginia finds
herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis
player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering
where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or
can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before
it’s too late?
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Excerpt:
Nadia Gorlando and I
had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the
academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.
“Hey, Nadia,” he
said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down
over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”
I flicked my gaze to
Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for
him to continue. He did.
“I totally lost track
of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly.
Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note
on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all
sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll
owe you.”
My jaw almost hit the
floor.
Now Nadia rolled her
eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter.
“Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s
number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”
He babbled a load of
thanks, then jogged out of the gym.
I gaped at her. “You’re
not going to do it, are you?”
Nadia chuckled. “Of
course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for
the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his
mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just
vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with
this.”
I followed her,
grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun.
Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.
Sure enough, when she
returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of
paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my
view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet.
Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the
writing was on view to anyone who happened past.
When I’d read and
absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up
her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed
with amusement.
It was in that moment
that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.
The sign read,
PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE
OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF
TIME”.
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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.
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