Monday, 18 August 2014

Smut by the Sea vol3

New Release: Smut by the Sea Volume 3, edited by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) and Victoria Blisse (@victoriablisse) #erotica #anthology #romance
Blurb:
Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From exotic locales such as Croatia and Australia to the coastal caves of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 3 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Kinky role play, gorgeous artists, bobbing boats, sexy cougars, hunky hermits and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
*****
Excerpt from Hermit by Lucy Felthouse:
Karen grimaced as she drove the car onto the Dungeness estate. She knew for a fact she was on said estate because she’d just passed a sign proudly proclaiming her whereabouts. Personally, she couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. It looked pretty damn grim, in her opinion.
She sighed. As soon as she’d been handed the assignment, she’d known it would be a bitch. The blog she wrote for, Universe of Quirk, published just that—anything quirky. This meant there was a huge amount of scope for articles for the site. Mostly it was about weird phenomena, picking out oddities in popular culture and freaky findings the world over. For the most part, Karen loved her job—she had a genuine interest in the bizarre and unusual, and a good nose for sniffing things out to write about. She didn’t often have to leave the comfort of her office chair to write her articles—the Internet gave her all the information she needed, at the touch of a button. And what she couldn’t gather via Google, she could find out by interviewing people. By email, phone or Skype.
But not Tom Pettyfer, it seemed. According to her notes, he was an ex-army dude who’d had some kind of meltdown, quit his job and moved to a shack in Dungeness. He was now a total hermit—hence the in-person interview. He had no telephone, let alone a computer or Internet access. Her boss had had to arrange the appointment by snail mail, for heaven’s sake! As such, there’d been no way of double checking he was still available. Karen hoped like hell he hadn’t suddenly decided to go out—leaving her with a long journey home with no article in the bag.
Continuing along the poorly-surfaced road, Karen slowed the car to a crawl—both to avoid damaging the rental vehicle and also to squint at the shacks she passed to find the one she was looking for. They all seemed to have names rather than numbers, which made the signs easier to read, but it was more difficult to find the right one, as there was no rhyme or reason to the layout. For all she knew, Tom Pettyfer’s shack could be the very last one on the lane.
Soon, she discovered that was not the case. Tom’s home was a strange-looking wooden building that wasn’t near to anything else. It sat alone in the shingle, a sparse garden-type thing surrounding it, and an ancient rusty car on the driveway. She supposed there was no point buying and running an expensive car if one didn’t go anywhere. Perhaps he just used it for errands and grocery shopping. He couldn’t shop online—so how else would he buy food and other necessities? How did he pay for those things if he never went out, didn’t have a job?
She reminded herself that this was the whole point of the trip. To meet this hermit and ask him questions, to find out why he lived the way he did, what made him tick. What had happened to make him choose this lifestyle?
Her car wouldn’t fit on the driveway behind his so she parked at the side of the road in front of his house, figuring traffic wouldn’t exactly be a problem anyway. Looking around, she was struck by the eeriness of the place, the loneliness. Add that to the ugly nuclear power station perched at the edge of the estate and you had a recipe for… well, hell on earth, really. And they called Kent the garden of England.
Pulling herself back to the task at hand, Karen grabbed her stuff then stepped out of the car, locking it and walking up to Tom’s shack. The sooner she got the interview over with, the sooner she could leave this desolate dump. Grey clouds overhead threatened rain, and she could hear the sea crashing mercilessly against the shore, the saltiness in the air filling her nostrils and coating her tongue. None of those things endeared her to the place.
Reaching the front door of Tom’s shack, she sucked in a deep breath and let it out, then straightened her stance. She was so used to working from home, lounging in her office chair as she researched and typed away, that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to meet someone on a professional basis. It was imperative to get this guy to trust her, so he’d open up and give her some good stuff for her piece. The project was a pain in the arse, but she couldn’t grumble too much—the site’s editor had made it worth her while financially.
Satisfied her body language was business-like yet friendly; Karen knocked on the door, and waited.
A couple of seconds later, the door opened. “Hi,” said a guy about her age, “you must be Karen, from Universe of Quirk.”
“Uh, yeah… that’s me.” So much for being professional. She hadn’t been expecting a god to answer the door. It had totally thrown her. “I mean, sorry, yes. I’m Karen Wilson. Lovely to meet you.” Holding out her hand, she tried not to swoon as the hottie reached out and gripped it, his own hand warm and dry, the shake firm but not crushing. Her belly did flip flops.
*****
Editor Bios:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9 

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut Events, get togethers for authors and writers alike. Check out http://smutters.co.uk for the details of the next smut gathering.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebookhttp://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse  and if you want to know more check out her website http://victoriablisse.co.uk


Sunday, 17 August 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #78


            Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am continuing with eight from my new release, 'Fevered Kisses' an anthology of lust. This week I am continuing with the second story 'Too Darn Hot' carrying on from where we left off last time:



                                                       MY EIGHT:
                       
Instead he lowered his eyes from Miranda’s to gaze at the soft bob of her small, pert breasts sitting level with the water line.
“You swim beautifully.” he managed.
Miranda smiled briefly before turning to swim back the way she had come, away from Jamie. Suddenly bereft and not wanting her vision to fade from his eyes Jamie pursued her, soon catching up with his much stronger strokes.
As they reached the shallower end of the pool Miranda turned suddenly, putting her arms behind her back and fixing Jamie with an enticing stare.

He hesitated, suddenly cautious and trailed careful eyes over her body above and below the water. The pout, the breasts pushed outwards towards him, the way her legs parted slightly when he stared at them and the slight tremble across her skin barely visible to all but the most attentive eye. He couldn’t be mistaken could he?

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Thank you or stopping by today, please leave a comment as I really appreciate it. To visit the other authors taking part today click on the link below:


Synopsis:


 Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
·        A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
·        An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
·        Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
·        Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.

                                       
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Saturday, 16 August 2014

Smashwords Interview

Interview with Gemma Parkes
When did you first start writing?
I have written all my life one way or another. It started as small poems or short stories as a child and developed into a hobby that I had little control over! I first started writing to sell around 2010.


What's the story behind your latest book?
Fevered kisses started life as a series of short stories hidden away in a folder marked antho’ subs. These were stories that I had written at various times throughout the past year hoping that a submission call would come up that would be suited to one or more of them. You know how it is, a story pops into your head and you just have to roll with it. At the end you think ‘What am I going to do with that now?’ Over time they have been growing in size and gathering dust in the dubious folder which forms part of my WIP section. There are a mixture of stories included in the anthology written with a variety of themes and first and third narrative. Sometimes I write in first person because it’s easier to express my emotions that way, these stories can be exceptionally sensuous, written straight from the heart and encouraging the reader to share in the experience with me.
What motivated you to become an indie author?
I'm not exclusively an indie author as I do have work published with various publishers all of whom I would heartily recommend. I do enjoy being free to choose the time and subject of my writing though and I enjoy the process of self-publishing from start to finish. There are benefits in both and I wouldn't choose one over the other.
How has Smashwords contributed to your success?
Smashwords has given a platform and 'shopfront' for my self-published work. It's easy to keep track of sales and change things like book covers if they are proving unpopular.
What are you working on next?
I have several anthologies that I would like to submit to, whether or not I make the deadlines remains to be seen! I also have a few stories to complete that are sitting in my wip folder. It may be a long summer!
Who are your favorite authors?
Charles Dickens, Anais Nin, Philippa Gregory and D.H. Lawrence (what a mixture!)
How do you discover the ebooks you read?
Usually through recommendations on sites such as 'Goodreads'.
How do you approach cover design?
Choosing covers is extremely difficult and I often wish that I could paint one for myself. I like stylish covers but realise that covers (especially as thumbnails) need to stand out. I also think that this genre demands a certain type of cover, designed to reflect the content.
What do you read for pleasure?
Classics, biography's and Anais Nin!
What book marketing techniques have been most effective for you?

Blog sharing, obviously these wouldn't be possible without the might of Facebook and Twitter, but blogs give you the freedom to sell your wares through examples, excerpts and special features.
Fancy a free book in exchange for a review? Contact me and let me know which book you would most like to read!

Friday, 15 August 2014

Valves and Vixens Steampunk Erotica

Valves & Vixens

Thank you for having me over on the blog!

Valves & Vixens is a multi-author steampunk erotica anthology. It's now available in both ebook and print format and published by House of Erotica. I was so happy to edit this book as steampunk is a genre that I love.

Why Steampunk I hear you ask?

Well Steampunk is something that has been around for many years and in fact far longer than many would suspect. It's a genre as much as it's a concept and a way of re-imagining the world. It is very often linked quite strongly with science fiction and by many is considered to be a sub-genre.

Steampunk is very closely linked to the Victorian era due to the prevalence of steam and the use of clockwork. Most stories tend to be focused on the Western World particularly the United Kingdom but I'm glad to say that in the Valves & Vixens we have stories that spread out a little further.

Steampunk stories usually contain elements of technology made from clockwork and or steam as well as methods of transport such as the airship. The stories of steampunk primarily tend to be in an alternative history that mirrors ours closely but tends to never veer too far away from the Victorian era.

Steampunk type films that are well worth a look include: Wild Wild West for it's Wild West Steampunk spin, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, The Time Machine, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Journey to the Centre of the Earth.

You can get Valves & Vixens from the following places:

Valves & Vixens is available here:
Amazon UK
Amazon USA
All Romance

And if you visit here: http://www.nicolegestalt.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/valves-vixens-give-away.html you can learn all about the great give-away we are doing!


Sunday, 10 August 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #78


            Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am continuing with eight from my new release, 'Fevered Kisses' an anthology of lust. This week I am continuing with the second story 'Too Darn Hot' carrying on from where we left off last time:



                                                       MY EIGHT:
                         
An accomplished, placid breast stroke followed during which not a single splash of water touched the hair neatly piled up on top of her head.
As she swam closer Jamie felt his loins stir. Miranda was a beauteous woman with olive skin and shiny, jet black hair which normally hung in soft curls down to her shoulders. Years of dance training, then teaching, had kept her body in shape. Behind her, through the crystal water, her tawny, toned legs pushed outwards and then round in strong, elegant circles. Her buttocks lay just beneath the surface bobbing rhythmically up and down with each measured stroke.
Miranda stopped when she reached Jamie, holding onto the marble lips that formed a hand rail her legs cycling slowly beneath her. Their eyes locked momentarily causing Jamie to brush away thoughts of slipping his hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. 

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Thank you or stopping by today, please leave a comment as I really appreciate it. To visit the other authors taking part today click on the link below:


Synopsis:


 Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
·        A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
·        An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
·        Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
·        Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.

                                       
Buy Links

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Thursday, 7 August 2014

Thursday Taster #8




Hi and welcome to this week's Thursday Taster!  I am continuing with an excerpt from the third story 'Insatiable' in my new anthology 'Fevered Kisses':

My Excerpt:

Across the other side of town Amber entered a busy night club feasting on the hungry stares that followed her everywhere. She was on fire; unsatisfied from her too brief encounter she immediately began to scan the room for a possible lover.
As she sipped the cold white wine she had just bought, her eyes fell on a man dancing with two women. He was an accomplished mover and Amber watched as he gyrated his body this way and that, in perfect time to the pulsating beat.
Amber’s skin prickled excitedly as she observed him, each careful rotation of hips made her heart quicken and a deep longing stirred in her core. She wanted him, really wanted him. All her desire became focussed on this young man and the way he moved his lithe body in accomplished rhythm.
Another man approached offering her a drink which she politely refused. Then another tried his hand, she told him that she was waiting for someone. Slowly Amber made her way to the edge of the dance floor.
The dancer was around 26 years old. He had fine black hair and the tanned features of Latin origin. He was tall and slim with long legs encased in fitted black trousers. His shirt was pure white with short sleeves; the top two buttons were undone exposing sparse wisps of jet black hair. His eyes were bright with deep brown centres and his lips were full.
Amber leaned over the bar that surrounded the dance floor; everyone was noticing her except the dancer. True he had two very pretty girls dancing with him, but that wouldn’t normally stop the men around Amber from sneaking furtive and appreciative glances. Amber leaned further over, just enough for her breasts to spill teasingly above the tight green dress she had on. She was close enough to see the beads of sweat forming above his eyebrows. Amber could feel other men around her growing restless, she was standing alone and she knew that would be torture for many of them. Usually this would fill her with intense feelings of sexual power, but not tonight.
The track changed and the man stopped dancing. The girls remained on the dance floor so Amber seized her chance. She followed him to the bar, squeezing through the crowds and ignoring the stray hands that couldn’t resist a slight, ‘accidental’ brush of her pert rear through the dress. When she was level she leaned against him, apologising innocently for her ‘stumble’ when he looked up.
For a moment Amber thought that he was going to glance away, but he stopped, probably trapped by her eyes and the deep longing behind them. He smiled and Amber felt triumphant.
“Can l buy you a drink?” he asked her.
Amber nodded.
They made their way back through the crowd to drink in a relatively quiet area.
“My name’s Philippe,” he told her, “I’m French.”
For the next 20 minutes Amber listened attentively to Philippe’s broken English. The heavenly accent smoothed over her skin and made her ache with desire. However, just as things seemed to be going her way and she was sure she had Philippe’s full attention; the two girls from the dance floor joined them.
“Hi I’m Colette and this is Marie.” One of them said.
Amber didn’t care who they were, she just wanted them to leave. Her body was anxious now, she desperately needed relief.
But to Amber’s annoyance the three of them started talking excitedly in French, they were throwing glances towards Amber and she was sure that they were discussing her. One of the girls leaned forward,
“You are very pretty.” She said smiling.
“Thank you.” said Amber flatly.

“You want to come with us?” asked Philippe.
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Thanks for stopping by, please leave a comment I really do appreciate it! To visit the other authors taking part today please click on the links below:

Naomi Shaw: http://www.eroticfantasies.weebly.com/blog
Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com
Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com



Synopsis:


 Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
·        A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
·        An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
·        Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
·        Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.



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Wednesday, 6 August 2014

'The Black Door' by Charlotte Howard

The Black Door by Charlotte Howard

Blurb:
Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?

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Excerpt:
Men. All the bloody same.
My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships.
The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office.
I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea.
I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde.
I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response.
The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show.
Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled.
I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist.
Connor. Holly.
I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list.
I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.
Author Bio & Links:
British author Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.
Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.
During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.
Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers.