A trip down erotica lane...

Many years ago, I used to go to a lovely old gentleman's house for some drawing classes - mainly cartoons and pen and inks - well, one day, he tentatively asked me if I liked erotica - "Hell yeah!" I replied and so we started drawing erotic inspired pictures together.


We couldn't afford a model and so looked through old lingerie and Ann Summers catalogues for inspiration. Anyhoo, I was having a clear out the other day and came across some of the pictures I drew from that time. Here's a few for you to take a squizz at.

Tricks For Kicks!

Hi there chaps and chapesses,

Gosh, I have been so busy, I don't know where to start - I just DON'T know how all the other writers do all the stuff they do - I really don't - takes me an hour to compose a bloody Tweet!

Anyhoo - part of the business - as in 'busy'ness is a new release for you to have a squizz at - Tricks For Kicks is a new anthology by the lovely Xcite Books people crammed full of lovely saucy tales. It contains my story, I Am Matilda Jenks - here's the blurb and a little taster...

Quiet and overlooked by day, hotel waitress, Matilda Jenks is maid to the most self important guests and serves with timidity and submission. By night, though, she revels in her role as Ms Tilly Spanks catering for the guests' more nocturnal requirements and takes great pleasure in deceiving her unwitting clients.

I am Matilda Jenks.

I am unremarkable. I am of average height, average build. My eyes are a nondescript blue – they appear brown in some lights and even hazel in others. My hair is what used to be called “mousy”, but I’m guessing even that has a fancy name now – perhaps “dusky suede”. God forbid we are average. For me, though, being average is an advantage. A certain physical anonymity is just what I require. Yes, exactly what I need.

To be completely unmemorable. The ultimate disguise. Even my one distinguishing feature is manufactured; a tattoo of a black cat on the outer edge of my left hand, the tail snaking up and around my pinkie. If anyone were to pay me close attention, they could identify me from this one unusual addition. But they don’t. I may even be talking about you …

I left school and worked in a hotel to fund my way through college. You know the kind – all fat business men in suits being important. The studying fell by the wayside but the uniform stayed and here I am talking to you with a tray in my hand.

Let me show you what I mean …

Tricks For Kicks

Meeting Her Match with Justine

Hi There,

Well, I've been a very lucky girl to get hold of my very own copy of Meeting Her Match by Justine Elyot - she sent it to me herself - me, a prize winner!

Now, I am already a fan of Justine's work and am always hopping about to read anything new by the lovely lady.

With that in mind - it's another belter ladies and gents.
By day, Cherry is a music teacher at a posh school, by night she is tentatively embarking on a trip to explore her kinkier side.
A chance encounter with a gentleman sailor all too willing to oblige at a speed dating night, shows Cherry how much fun a bit of spanking can be. Sadly, he has to go back to sea, leaving Cherry with the need to delve further into the BDSM scene. She chooses a website and the world is opened up.

This is one pacy book - I tell you, if I can read a book within a week, it must be smokin' hot. One of my favourite scenes is when Cherry takes the sailor, Stuart back to her flat and they indulge in one of her inner fantasies for the first time. I really felt like I was on a journey with Cherry and I loved her as a character. She is intelligent, witty, sexy, and full of turmoil about her fetishes which added to the realism and empathy I felt for her.

My other favourite bit is when she joins a website to find a dom. The way Cherry filters the emails offers from willing partners is just brilliant, and the naughtiness when she finds the perfect match - boy-o-boy.

Justine combines humour, worry, shame, desire and excitement with lashings and lashings of lust in the perfect balance.

I have to say I have only one gripe with this book - and that is it finished too soon! ;) - I wanted more of the relationship she finally ends up with... I'm not saying who though, but, yum! Justine always has me falling in love with her leading men... I'm always sorry to say goodbye.

Party Favours and Tricks for Kicks!

I've got a new story in Tricks For Kicks from Xcite! I Am Matilda Jenks is the story of a hotel waitress who has a secret role of catering for the guests' more nocturnal requirements. Overlooked by day, Matilda revels in her secret identity of the dominant MsTilly Spanks.  I'm so excited to be in between the covers with some of my favourite erotic authors.

The story is also in this mini anthology - Party Favour - available to download now!

Here's a little teaser...


I am Matilda Jenks.

I am unremarkable. I am of average height, average build. My eyes are a nondescript blue – they appear brown in some lights and even hazel in others. My hair is what used to be called “mousy”, but I’m guessing even that has a fancy name now – perhaps “dusky suede”. God forbid we are average. For me, though, being average is an advantage. A certain physical anonymity is just what I require. Yes, exactly what I need.

To be completely unmemorable. The ultimate disguise. Even my one distinguishing feature is manufactured; a tattoo of a black cat on the outer edge of my left hand, the tail snaking up and around my pinkie. If anyone were to pay me close attention, they could identify me from this one unusual addition. But they don’t. I may even be talking about you …

Easter Blog Hop

Hi there, welcome to Hoppy Easter on my Blog- thanks for stopping by! I write erotic romance and am offering a copy of my e-novella, Mia's Books to a commenter. As an extra prize to the winner, and one other commenter I would like to give a copy of my new e-novel, A Clockwork Butterfly which is due for release on June 18th (I would contact you on that date with the extra prize).

Mia's Books -
Ghost lover or mortal—can Mia have both? Mia has a big problem. She is in love with two people, and one of them happens to be a ghost. After a late night seduction in a deserted library, Mia brings home a haunted book. The book contains a ghost which instructs her to seduce strangers on its behalf. Mia falls in love with one of her conquests and finds herself in a romantic tangle. Can she keep both her lovers, or will she have to choose?


Content Warning: graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction.

A Clockwork Butterfly

***Release date - June 18th 2012

The future of mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile males are housed in Manors where their essence is collected. Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to counteract the poison. Assigned a male predicted to be a perfect match, will she be the saviour of the human race? Or will her heart overrule the weight of her responsibilities?

Content Warning: graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction.

I will pick names out of a metaphorical hat - or Easter bonnet! Just leave me a comment and I'll get in touch with the winners at the end of the hop. If you have trouble leaving a comment - let me know, tabitharayne (at) gmail.com. 

Please remember - my books are for adults only so by commenting, you are confirming that you are over 18! Thank you.

Remember to visit all those other fab blogs on the Hoppy Hop!

Thank you for taking a look and good luck. Enjoy!

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

Love Tabitha x x

You can also get news of my newest releases on my Facebook page - see link on the left x x 

Crossfire of Love with Ella Jade

Hooray - today's an Ella Jade day! Here she is telling us about her new novel from Beachwalk Press, Crossfire of Love and why it was...

A Long Time Coming…

My new release Crossfire of Love was a real labor of love for me. It was a long time in the making. Like 22 years in the making. Now, of course I didn't know when I was 16, I'd eventually be an author. I'd always wanted to write, but I could never have dreamed back then that there would be something called the Internet and people would be able to read books on-line. If I had, I'd be in a whole other profession.

What am I talking about? Oh, yes, my new release. Let me go back to the beginning. I've always been intrigued by mob movies, books and real life history. I grew up in South Philadelphia in the early eighties. It was a tight-knit Italian community with lots of mafia activity. Naturally, being the curious girl that I was, I researched as much as I could on the topic. It wasn't as easy as it is today. Again, no Internet, and when a 16 year old girl walked into a library and asked for reference books on organized crime, a few eyebrows were raised. Hey, it was all in the name of research. The writer was born.

I lived for movies like The Godfather, GoodFellas and Once Upon a Time in America, to name a few. To this day, I'll watch anything Robert DeNiro is in. He was probably the first crush I had on a bad boy. And, Martin Scorsese is a genius. Just sayin'.

Here it is, 22 years later and I'm penning my first mafia themed story. There was a reason I was doing all that research, even if I didn't know why back then. Crossfire of Love is ultimately a love story, but it has a mob flair. The story begins when Gabriella is forced into an arranged marriage to Lorenzo, the son of a big NYC crime lord. It seems her father Ace has gotten himself into a bit of trouble with the Don and owes some big money. The head of the family offers him a way out. He'll forgive the debt if Ace's daughter agrees to marry his son. Hmm... I wonder how that will turn out?

I'll leave you with the blurb and excerpt…

Can an arranged marriage lead to love?

Recent college graduate Gabriella has finally married the man of her dreams, the older, charismatic attorney Lorenzo Martinez. She's had a crush on him for as long as she can remember and always imagined they'd one day find their happily ever after. Unfortunately, they enter into a union arranged by their fathers.

Lorenzo is charming, protective, and loyal to his crime lord father Carlo. When Carlo asks Lorenzo to marry Gabriella he jumps at the opportunity. He's been drawn to her for many years and knows by marrying her he's helping to protect her father.

Gabby is resentful and won't be Lorenzo's charity case. But sparks fly and the couple soon gives into their desire, realizing they were meant to be together.

What happens when Carlo's enemies threaten their future? Will someone get caught in the crossfire?

Excerpt

Lorenzo walked up the porch steps, turning to stare at her. "Are you coming, Gabriella?" No one but Lorenzo and his father called her by her full name. She liked when Lorenzo said it. He'd always made it sound so formal and sexy.

These were the first words he had spoken to her since they left the courthouse. They were married in the chambers of the prestigious Judge John Cartwright. He'd been a family friend of the Martinezes for many years. He was their go-to man whenever they needed something done fast and legally. Well, legal in her new father-in-law's eyes anyway.

She hurried up the steps and followed Lorenzo inside their new home. It was built within a matter of months after she'd agreed to marry him. Carlo wanted them to have their privacy, but he also wanted to keep them close. He didn't trust she'd hold up her end of the bargain, and keeping her on the property was the best way to ensure she wouldn't run.

It was silly, really. How could she run from a family like this? They had ties all over the world. There wasn't any place she could escape to that they wouldn't know about. She was a woman of her word. She said she would marry Lorenzo and she did. She'd find a way to cope. She always had.

Lorenzo pulled his jacket off, poured himself a scotch, and then loosened his tie. "Would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you," she said.

Most brides would be dancing the night away and drinking champagne by this point in their wedding night. She didn't think that was part of Lorenzo's plan.

"I didn't think you'd go through with it." He sipped the amber colored liquid as he looked her over.

"I said I would."

"I know, but when push actually came to shove, I thought you'd run."

"You don't know me that well," she said. "I don't run."

"Good." He smirked as he put the glass to his lips.

Gabby couldn't take her eyes away from those lips. She'd never had the pleasure of having them on her own. Judge Cartwright hadn't asked him to kiss his bride. She hated herself for thinking about him that way.

"You could've stopped this. Why didn't you?" she asked.

As they stood in front of the judge, she kept hoping he'd put an end to the charade and stop the wedding. It didn't make sense to her why he had agreed to marry her. She didn't have a choice. Her father's gambling debts made sure of that. But she didn't understand why he'd allowed things to get as far as they had.

"I was just as trapped as you were." He downed the rest of his scotch.

She didn't believe that. She knew he respected his dad, but she didn't get why he wouldn't have put his foot down and said no to such a life-altering decision.

"You could've told your father no from the beginning. Why would you agree to marry someone if you didn't have to?"

"Look." He shook his head. "It's done now. We're going to have to make the best of it."

"Make the best of it?" She plopped down on the leather sofa. "I'm twenty-two years old. I just graduated from college, and you want me to make the best of it?"

"I know this isn't what you might have wanted, but it is what it is. You agreed, and now it's done. You can't go back on it now. My father won't forgive that."

http://beachwalkpress.com/crossfire-of-love/

http://www.amazon.com/Crossfire-of-Love-ebook/dp/B007LO8JME/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_t_1

Ella

http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com

The Cottage in The Woods

Fancy some lesbian paranormal romance? Thought so... well, why not have a look at Lucy's new release - be sure to watch the lovely book trailer too. T x

The Cottage in the Woods by Lucy Felthouse

Blurb:

Living in her remote cottage in the woods, Heidi doesn’t get many visitors. So when she spots a fox in her garden, she’s delighted. However, her joy quickly turns to dismay when she thinks the beautiful creature may be injured. Heading out to see how she can help, Heidi is astounded when something happens that makes her question her eyesight – not to mention her sanity. Once she gets over her shock and discovers the reason behind the peculiar encounter, Heidi is mighty glad that the fox chose her garden to visit.

Excerpt:

A movement in the garden caught Heidi’s attention immediately. She peered out into the dark, her hands still immersed in the washing up bowl as she tried to catch another glimpse of whatever was lurking in the darkness outside her kitchen window. She wasn’t frightened, merely curious. She lived so far out in the wilderness that it could only be an animal, and the last time she’d checked, they couldn’t open locked doors. So she was perfectly safe.

What made her nocturnal visitor so unusual was its proximity to the house. Animals were braver in the city, where they’d become used to humans. But out here, they were still timid and very wary of man. Heidi’s little cottage was practically screaming that it was occupied, with its smoking chimney and blazing lights and yet the creature – whatever it was – was almost outside the window. Heidi frowned. Something definitely wasn’t right.

Another flash of movement, and Heidi finally identified her visitor. The beautiful russet fur, big bushy tail with flecks of white – there was a fox in her garden.

Grinning, Heidi rushed to dry her hands on a tea towel and then moved across the room to flick off the light switch. She waited until her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, then made her way back to the window. She spied the fox immediately, crouched down beside the hedge surrounding her garden, as though it was hunting something. A life-long nature lover, Heidi smiled, truly appreciating the stunning beauty of the creature. But the longer Heidi watched the animal, the more confused she became.

The fox hadn’t moved for some time. If it was hunting, surely it would have pounced by now? A sinking feeling rolled through Heidi’s stomach. Perhaps it wasn’t stalking after all, but lying down because it was injured? She knew that out here, if the fox was hurt, it had been attacked by another predator, rather than had a run-in with a moving vehicle. After all, the only vehicle around these parts was hers, so unless her truck had gone all Christine, it certainly wasn’t that.

No, it had to be another animal. It was survival of the fittest, the food chain and all that. She knew how these things worked, but there was no way she could leave the poor creature suffering in her garden. Not if she could do something about it.

Heidi began to plan exactly what to do. She knew that if the fox was injured and couldn’t move, it could snap at her in self-defence, it having no idea that her intentions were good. She desperately wanted to help the vulnerable creature, but preferably without ending up needing stitches and a tetanus shot.

As Heidi gazed into the darkness, trying to work out a solution, she lost her mind. At least, that’s the conclusion she came to as her eyes relayed an image to her brain which couldn’t possibly be accurate.

Book trailer link: http://youtu.be/utJRVepZ6Mw

More info & buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-cottage-in-the-woods/

*****

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

Fancy a Hot Aussie Weekend?

Well look no further than Liia Ann White's New release!

Hot Aussie Weekend

Blurb

Newlyweds Jaycee and Campbell are stressed. Constantly working, trying to set up a secure future for themselves, they rarely spend time alone, enjoying each other’s company.

So, to celebrate their first anniversary, Campbell whisks away his wife on a romantic getaway where he plans to pamper her and lure her into the ultimate relaxed state. But what is his ulterior motive? What secret has he been keeping from his new wife?

Whatever it is, it’s guaranteed to be a weekend full of eroticism, love, romance and some surprises on a Hot Aussie Weekend.

****

Excerpt

 Starting at her shoulders, Campbell worked his magic fingers down her body, massaging her tight, tense muscles until she felt like she would melt into mattress. He finished massaging her toes and ran his hands slowly up her legs.

Jaycee was unable to stop the moan that escaped her throat as she focussed on the movements he made. His fingers left behind a heated trail that aroused her again. Passed her knees, they made an intricate trail around her thighs and skipped to her hips and ass before moving up her back. Kneading the muscles on her shoulders once more, Campbell leaned down, his breath hot on her skin as he spoke.

“Roll over, beautiful,” he whispered into her ear.

With a small moan, she obeyed, her relaxed muscles protesting when she moved. Her eyes opened to find his deep blue ones gazing at her with adoration. Jaycee’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the love and lust he projected. Reaching up, she cradled his face in her hands and kissed him.

Their lips moved in leisurely movements, exploring each other’s mouths as Campbell’s hand roamed across her breast, cupping it before he rolled the nipple between his fingers. Jaycee’s mouth opened on a moan and Campbell took the opportunity to slip his tongue passed her lips.

Deepening the kiss, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. Arousal tore through her body like a wildfire, awakening muscles that moments earlier had been languid and relaxed. Campbell’s hand moved to her neglected breast and teased her nipple. Letting out a small moan, Jaycee brought her leg up, only for it to be pushed down and have Campbell break contact with her completely.

“You’re not finished with your massage yet.”

He grinned at her frustrated groan and moved off the bed to grab the massage oil again.

“You enjoying torturing me don’t you?” she whined when he returned and ran his oiled hands up her torso, settling them on her breasts.

“Yep,” he quipped. “Hands behind your head please. I know how impatient you are and I don’t want to trying to pleasure yourself before I’m ready to do it.”

Go on, treat yourself!

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Erotica and me

This post will probably never see the light of day - you see I have a strange problem - a kind of internet OCD. Anything I write or comment or submit to online, including emails, blog posts, letters, has been worried over, written, re-written - is it saying what I want it to say? Will it be taken in the spirit I intended? Could it be interpreted badly? Even clicking 'like' on a post sends my heart racing.

The only exception to this rule, is my actual story writing. That is where I am free and easy with everything I've got to say. It's like it comes from somewhere other than myself - I go into the realm of my own imagination and just let it all out. I can write over 60k words and not worry about it at all.

So why erotica?
When I was a teen I found some gentlemen's magazines and my world was complete - what fun I had, the things I was reading put into words the images I had in my head and wow, it was exciting! And then, I read My Secret Garden and Men In Love and Women on Top. Even better! These books with women's fantasies inside were amazing to me - some of the activities didn't ring my bell, but I feel richer for having read them, and some, well, I can close my eyes even now and read those beautifully put together words of erotic fantasy. And there's the word - fantasy.

Then, one day it somehow filtered into my mind through friends and the media that it was wrong to be titillated by such work. Porn was degrading to women and evil. I was horrified. I had never felt degraded, only extremely turned on, therefore, I must be evil - or worse, a bad feminist - or not a feminist at all. It really damaged me to feel like this. I really felt ashamed of my love of reading about sex - not the factual how to sex, but the explicit fantastical depictions in writing.

And so, I buried my love in a shameful grave, saving my exploration for my own mind and body with my partner. For a very long time.

And then, I started to write my own stories. And one day I submitted one to an Xcite anthology - and guess what? It got published and here I am over a year later with many more stories out, a novella and a soon to be novel. And yes, they are all about sex and erotica. I was worried my work would be too explicit - what with using such terms as the C word...

I needn't have worried at all - I started reading everything Xcite had to offer (well, that's an exaggeration - I'm a slow reader but you get my drift) - then Total E bound, Beachwalk, Ravenous and on and on. I filled myself up with the stories I'd craved for so many years. And the erotica community welcomed me. In all my life, I have never been made to feel part of something more than I have with the writers of romance and erotica - what a wonderful, lovely bunch of people.

But, something still lingers from my years of suppression. I do not shout loud and proud about what I do - close friends know - some think it's ace, others (strangely those I thought most open minded), visibly squirm and I have to assure them that no, I won't make you read it. As soon as someone hesitates with their response, I dive back into my shell.

I love that some of the erotica writers I have become friends with online have some really positive articles published in the news, really bigging up erotica to be the wonderful thing it is, thank you.

I think that sexual love is the most amazing thing you can share with another human - it heals, it bonds, it transcends, it thrills, it sets the relationship apart from all others. And to read and write about it is even better (well, not quite)!

So readers, if you have made it to the bottom of this post - thank you - this opening of myself has been pure torture for me and I may delete it by tomorrow, but for today, here I am.

Love T x x

The Waiting Game

I'm so excited about my new futuristic erotic novel, which is being published by the lovely Beachwalk - and here's the cover - how lush is that?

A Clockwork Butterfly is about the future of humankind being dependant on the arousal of its women - so some lovely world saving romps occur. There is a problem though, our heroine, Lena, has a big moral dilemma about what is best for the planet...

OK, the other big thing is - it's not coming out until June 18th! Help! My fingers will be mere bony nubs from biting my nails so.
It's the waiting game for me.

In the meantime, I will have to content myself with writing the next novel and there's some inspiring calls for short stories.
I know the time will fly by and I'll wonder where it went, but for now...

Hope you all have a lovely day and don't have too much waiting to do.

T x x x

I really ought to take care of that...

Well, I don't think it's escaped anyone's notice that the pinnacle of the romantic year is almost upon us. Valentine's day. Hmmm, dreaming about heart shaped chocolates, roses, poems with sublime naughty undertones.

But first - another vitally important ceremony which determines whether afore mentioned loveliness will happen...

The post winter moult. Yikes.
In nature this happens spontaneously and without any implements of torture (my carpets bear testament to this by my animal friends depositing little piles of fur and fluff all over). In my human world though, the defuzzing is a torturous affair that I take the whole winter to work up to.

And today is the day.

I have to wear nylon stockings tomorrow (yay a party!) now those of you who have worn real nylons before know how they ruche and wrinkle at the merest hint of lady growth beneath them. So ankles, shins, calves, knees and thighs must be silky smooth.

So I am writing this blog waiting for the soluble aspirin to take effect. Here's a tip if you are about to get your legs waxed - taking aspirin (if you can - I'm no medic - read the label and all that...) may help stop the redness and blotching - it does for me anyway. Then it's off with my hair!

I was thinking how lovely to be a character in a naughty romance - I have never had any of mine that I've made up or read about have to go through this ordeal (unless it's part of a saucy scene).

When I'm writing, my ladies are all fully prepared at all times, their legs all soft and smooth, for themselves or whoever they chose to run their fingers up and down without cringing inside thinking I really ought to take care of that...


Anyhoo, the wax is-a-bubblin'.

Thanks for reading, have a lovely day,
Tabitha x x x

Things that will distract me all day

Hi there,

I have just got the first round of edits back for A Clockwork Butterfly - my futuristic romp - and it is always something I enjoy doing - first of all - there is always a deadline; I thrive on a deadline. Secondly, thank goodness there's an editor to pick up on the things I've missed and bring out the best.

However, deadline or no deadline, there are a few things which will distract me until I get into my writing room - where all outside life ceases to exist - I just have to make it through the door...

Until then, I will be thinking about:

1. Unblocking the kitchen sink - think somebody might have pushed spaghetti down it instead of pulling it out - grrr.
2. My new shoes - they are gorgeous - think I may just put them on anyway...
3. What is involved in a blog hop and should I sign up for one? There's loads right now and they look like fun.
4. My jaw which seems unable to shut completely - maybe slightly unhinged? (the jaw...not me)
5. Ughhh, the wallpaper which is hanging off in the hallway... shall I just...
6. This is the biggest one - HOW CAN I GET TO EROTICON 2012 in three weeks? It's miles away so will involve a mini-break and being able to meet all the ladies I love (yeay! - but major household organisation, train/flights/hotel)
7. The script I'm currently writing.

As I will have written on my gravestone - It all seems so important at the time!

Now, I think I have chased everything out of my brain sufficiently to make space for my edits.

Thanks for sharing the rant and have a lovely day,

T x x

Limes and sales...

I'm over at Spicin It Up today talking about how buying limes has inspired my editing... come on over and see what I'm on about.

But, and here's the thing - THE BEACHWALK SALE IS NEARLY OVER!  If you haven't read my (award winning... yeeha!) paranormal novella, Mia's Books yet, or the other fab Beachwalk books on offer, quick - they're going for cheap - but not for much longer x x x

Lucy Felthouse and Susie White

Today I'm very pleased to let you know about another new release from the fab Lucy Felthouse - Susie White and The Right Hand Man - here's a little taster - treat yourself!

A wedding, an evil plan, a love story and a sacrifice are the order of the day in this modern retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman.

Susie White and her stepmother-to-be have never seen eye to eye, despite all of Susie’s best efforts to be friendly. Eager not to spoil her father’s happiness, Susie still agrees to be bridesmaid at their wedding. When the big day comes, she meets Louise’s right hand man, Scott. Susie had never believed in love at first sight until that moment. The pair hit it off, sharing a mutual dislike of Louise and her wicked ways. Their camaraderie quickly develops into something more, and they date in secret until it’s time for Susie to leave for University – and freedom. Unfortunately, Scott has an earth-shattering revelation, which means the two of them of them must work together to unravel Louise’s evil plan, before it’s too late.

More info and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/susie-white-and-the-right-hand-man/

*****

Excerpt:

I should have known my stepmother was up to something when she offered to help me move all my stuff to my University digs. It wasn’t like her to be civil, much less helpful, but I figured that she was happy I was moving hundreds of miles away, and therefore would do anything to make sure it happened as quickly as possible.

As my father’s only child, I’m the sole heir to White’s Bites, a massively profitable confectionary company based in Wiltshire, England. My stepmother had made no secret of the fact she resented that she wouldn’t get a stake in the business, should anything happen to my father. Of course, the reason for this was that my father knew the first thing the witch would do was put the business on the market to get her greedy little hands on the cash. I, on the other hand, loved White’s Bites and would continue to run it to the best of my ability.

We’d never seen eye to eye, my stepmother and I. However, it wasn’t the usual ‘child resents someone trying to replace their parent’ syndrome, it was her that resented me.

My mom had died of cancer when I was fifteen. My father and I were devastated, as you’d expect, but I’d always urged him to get on with his life. After all, it’s what mom would have wanted, and I certainly didn’t want my dad to be lonely when I got married and left home.

So, a couple of years later, when dad met Louise and they started dating, I was thrilled. He was happy, therefore so was I. Soon it became more serious and dad wanted me to meet her. I was excited, but nervous.

When the time came and Louise had walked into our house, I’d been in awe. Don’t get me wrong, my mom had been beautiful, but in a natural way, as if she didn’t realise, or care. But Louise clearly did. Her gorgeous hair was perfectly quaffed, and her attractive features were enhanced by expertly applied makeup. Her outfit looked like something from a fashion magazine. I managed to pull myself together before she saw me standing there, all slack-jawed and stupid-looking. Walking towards her, I’d held out a hand.

“Louise!” I’d said, beaming, “I’m so pleased to finally meet you. Dad’s told me so much about you.”

She’d smiled thinly and without any real emotion. “Charmed, I’m sure, Susan.” She’d shaken my hand gingerly, as though she was afraid she’d catch something. I’d half expected her to wipe her hand on her clothes afterwards.

“Oh please, call me Susie.” I’d said, ignoring her odd behaviour. I’d been eager to get on with the woman, knowing it would please my father. “Everyone does.”

Another tight-lipped smile. I’d tried hard to make conversation with her and make her feel comfortable in our home. But I never felt like I was succeeding. At first, I put it down to her being nervous or shy, but as weeks and months passed, I still never felt as though Louise warmed to me. I never bothered my father with my concerns. After all, as long as she liked him, what did it matter?

While Louise and my father were just dating, things weren’t too bad. They went to restaurants, the theatre, the cinema, and so on. I didn’t see her very often, and therefore didn’t have to put up with her frosty behaviour towards me.

Naturally, everything changed when dad told me he was going to ask Louise to marry him. He’d sat me down to break the news – fortunately – and I’d done my best to act delighted. Luckily, dad hadn’t noticed anything was amiss, and as he’d chatted about ceremonies, honeymoons and Louise moving in, a cold shiver had run up my back. This could not end well.

More info and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/susie-white-and-the-right-hand-man/

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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, 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. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter. You can also subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

It's Easy as Editing!

Hello again,

Well, I don't know about you, but this new year has got me wanting to clear out all the old stuff that seems to just over take my home!

I am not what one would term 'a domestic goddess' so when I decide that I really must get on with some housework, I usually drift off into that dreamy writer zone and waft my way over to my laptop - and where a shiny new room should be, a story is formed instead.

So how did I manage to spend the day yesterday clearing everything out, sorting, folding, cleaning ironing (!) and even hoovering (!!) until a house of joy appeared?

Well, I'll tell you...

It's as easy as editing! That's it. Pretend your house is a story and you have to make it better. Just cut all the stuff that doesn't help or isn't needed and hey presto - a streamline sexy clean house. It was a total revelation for me. I know what I'm supposed to be doing and how to do it if I think of it in writing terms. Now, where to submit it?

And on submission news - I have just signed a contract with Beachwalk Press for my new saucy novel, A Clockwork Butterfly- yay! Be sure to check out Beachwalk as they are having a New Year Sale right now - so if you haven't read Mia's Books yet, grab it for a bargain.

Now, I'm off to see what else I can 'edit'.

Love T x x

Happy New Year!

2012 already? How did that happen?

So what's all the resolution action going on out there then? I usually resolve not to resolve anything - that way, I can always feel good about my achievements and never have any disappointments... that's the theory anyway.

My favourite resolution that I did keep to was to stop wearing black all the time. I stuck to that one and now relish colours and fabrics. All sorts of inspirational feelings can come from wearing particular colours. Like putting on your favourite song, a colourful skirt or top can make you feel fab. Orange is a favourite of mine with turquoise a close second. Oh, and RED!

Of course, there are a few things where my beloved black still lives on - like stockings and undies... but on the whole, colour, colour, colour!

Something I do need to do is tell you all about the sale at Beachwalk - where you can get Mia's Books - click here to read a fab review...

So, here's to 2012 - May all your dreams come true!

Love T x x x

Missed You!

Oh my little blog, how I've missed you!

I have been beavering away finally finishing my novel, The Clockwork Butterfly. I'm really pleased with it and now working on the synopsis... this, my friends is a different matter. Trying to condense your riveting, witty, sexy, 255 page book down to a few key scenes is just horrendous! In fact, it is a real skill, I think. There must be professional synopsis writers out there...?

Anyway, my poor book, which this morning I was floating on air about, now sounds just chaotic and odd. I think my deadline for submitting it to publisher by Christmas, may have to be rethought...

Enough of this! Let's talk about Christmas and New Year!

I just love this time of year - I dread the dark nights so the holiday season is very welcome indeed! I will be up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning, tearing open my stocking and getting tiddly on Champers first thing - my little tradition I keep all for myself.

My very exciting news for January is that the Wonderful, delicious, Justine Elyot will be joining me over at Spicin' it Up on the 17th to talk about her new book, Meeting Her Match.

So, my friends, I wish you joy, peace and love for the holidays - and I hope Santa is good to you!

Love T x x x

Immoral Views - Big Release!

Oh what a happy girl am I! Two of my very favourite things in one book - erotic stories and erotic drawings - I introduce to you, Immoral Views with tales from some of my very favourite authors too... Be sure to get a copy - put it on your Santa list  (I know I am;))  - it looks fabulous x x x

Immoral Views is a deliciously dissolute anthology of voyeurism!

Sweetmeats Press proudly presents FIVE titillating tales from erotica's sultriest mistresses!

In THE CIRCUS, the line is blurred between spectator and performer in a theatre of pleasure and pain!

Then, adventurous Izzy searches two continents for her perfectly perverted Prince Charming in INSIDE LOOKING OUT.

In ALLOTTED VIEWS a nosey gardener is treated to a raunchy ritual through her bedroom window.

PAINTED PUSSYCAT sees an innocent student welcomed into the Circle of Ink where tattoos, bondage and exhibitionism are all part of her initiation.

And finally, a young policeman risks his reputation and his job for the adrenaline rush of sex alfresco in CAUGHT IN THE ACT!

It may not be polite to stare.....but it's certainly a lot of fun. Slip inside these pages to celebrate your secret voyeur, and it will be our perverse pleasure to share our Immoral Views with you!

Edited by Kojo Black, and containing stories from Kay Jaybee, Lexie Bay, K D Grace, Rebecca Bond and Lucy Felthouse. Illustrations by Florian Meacci are only available in paperback editions, and eBook edition from Waterstone's.

Available from:
Sweetmeats Press (print)
Amazon UK (print)
Amazon UK (Kindle)
Amazon US (Kindle)
Barnes & Noble (Nook)
Diesel eBook Store
eBook Eros
Sony Reader Store
Kobobooks.com
Smashwords
Waterstone’s (print)
Waterstone’s
WHSmith (print)

Hello out there!

Well, I've been tucked away in my writing shed, completely neglecting my little blog - I'm sorry, sometimes, something's gotta give... though I am up to a very respectable 46,000 words on my current novel, The Clockwork Butterfly. It was meant to be an erotic steampunk romance, but it has turned into a futuristic romp instead - you never know where these things take you (well, I don't at least...).

BUT I am still the Tuesday Girl over at Spicin' It Up - so come and join us girls there if you're cravin' the chat!

I am on the Beachwalk Holiday Blog tour and will be sharing my Holiday Chaos at Getting Naughty Between The Stacks this week.

Have a lovely week - and don't forget to join us on the Holiday Scavenger Hunt from Beachwalk which starts on Friday - prizes and fun!

T x x

A Death That Lingers - Launch

I'm so excited to have a fellow Beachwalk author here today, Kaylie Newell is promoting her debut romance novel, A Death That Lingers. Welcome and huge congratulations on your release!

Tabitha, thank you so much for having me today!  I’m over the moon about the release of my very first book, A Death That Lingers.

 

I started writing it on Valentine’s Day, 2010.  It’s been a long, hard road, full of too many ups and downs to count.  But I can’t describe how truly great it’s been.  I’ve grown as a writer and as a person.  I’ve learned what disappointment is and what true happiness feels like.  If you can name an emotion, I’ve felt it!

A Death That Lingers is a story about a woman who discovers strength she never knew she had when she leaves an abusive husband, and in the process discovers a brand new life, and a brand new love.  It’s the book I always wanted to write.  The book of my heart, as my best friend calls it.  And that’s very true.  It’s my hope that it will touch the hearts of others, as well.

      

I love to hear from readers J  You can find me at www.kaylienewell.com,  and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/kaylienewell

Go on treat yourself!

Available now - Please go to Kaylie's website or Beachwalk to buy this fab new book

Tabitha x x