Out Now – Sweet
Sensations: A Boxed Set of Sensual Contemporary Romances #romance #erotica #ku
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EIGHT AWESOME CONTEMPORARY ROMANCES BY AWARD-WINNING,
Bestselling Authors
Available to buy
exclusively from Amazon, or to read as part of the Kindle Unlimited programme: http://getbook.at/sweetsensations
In the Cards, by Lynn
LaFleur
Catherine found her fantasy man stepping out of a greeting
card…Can love break a curse put on Kane centuries ago, and bring him to her
forever, this time?
Love Me Forever, by
USA TODAY bestseller, Ari Thatcher
Lovers for one idyllic summer, he said he’d call but never
did…
When the laid-back billionaire and the new divorcee meet
again by chance, can they rekindle a summer love to last forever?
A Patchwork Romance,
by Ann Jacobs
A self-made billionaire, Jared has come home to the Smoky
Mountains, looking for an elusive something that’s missing from his life…Will
he find it in the arms of Althea, a simple country quiltmaker?
Major Pleasure, by
Denise A. Agnew
Jemma has always wanted Blayne, but his army career makes
her afraid to give her heart…
Will love let her overcome her fear, and commit to forever
with the hot Special Forces officer?
Escaping the Past, by
L. M. Connolly
His shady past, her present danger, and an international
plot bring Jade and GARY together…
Can love thrive as they dodge bullets from New York to
Naples and beyond?
A riveting tale of romantic suspense, never before
published.
Love Through a Lens,
by Lucy Felthouse
On location shooting film together, new graduate, Celine, is
drawn to Edward, a British actor 30 years her senior…
Can the inevitable romance between them blossom into love?
A heartwarming original novella, never before published.
Loving a Go-Go, by
Anh Leod
Lexie, an heiress, finds her match in fellow boot fetishist,
Adrian, who sells shoes in her family’s store…
Can a sexy romp during the holidays lead to a lasting
relationship between these two?
Cat’s Play, by Marilu
Mann
In this sexy game of cat’s play, a thief and a billionaire
make some interesting discoveries about each other...Will they learn things
aren’t always exactly as they seem?
Available to buy
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An excerpt from Love
Through a Lens by Lucy Felthouse:
Celine gritted her teeth and hung tightly onto the straps of
her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up the steep incline.
Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, and her lungs
screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really, she needed to
stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward was already way
ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen path were
perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn’t seem to be
slowing him down a jot.
But then, this was the difference between the two of them—or
one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list British actor, was also
a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds of walks all the
time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.
Celine Paterson, however, was a different story altogether.
Newly graduated from university, she’d struggled to find filming work in her
preferred field—fashion—and so she’d had to cast her net wider. Incredibly
wide, as it happened.
With hindsight, it was easy to see why she’d gotten the job
with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul. Traipsing around the
Peak District wasn’t so bad, but add in heavy camera equipment, camping gear,
food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone and makeup—for Edward,
not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling trek. The money was
poor, too, especially considering she was the only member of Edward’s crew.
Could a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just a dogsbody?
She’d had no choice. It was this job or nothing. Crap money
or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her resumé or no credit at
all. She knew she had to start racking the credits and references up soon, if
she wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.
So here she was, dragging herself up a heart attack inducing
hill in the wake of an actor-cum-presenter. At least the project was
interesting; they were checking out sites of myths, legends and ghost stories,
that kind of thing. Edward was nice, too—kind, polite and pretty funny. Even
better, it wasn’t raining. Overall, things could be a damn sight worse. She
could be working with animals or children—or even both. And she’d heard many
times over that they were the absolute worst.
She was still convincing herself that things weren’t that
bad after all, when she glanced up and came to an abrupt halt as she realized
there was a crotch practically in her face. Snapping her head up so fast it
made her neck hurt, she made eye contact with Edward, who was standing a couple
of paces farther up the slope, hence the awkward face-to-crotch angle. Her
already hot face blazed with embarrassment. For once, she hoped the fact she
was overheated would hide her mortification. The slight breeze that blew was
doing nothing to lower her temperature.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his blue-green eyes soft with
concern. “I’m so sorry, you must think me incredibly rude. I honestly thought
you were right behind me—you being a young thing and all that. It was only when
you didn’t reply to me or answer any of my questions that I realized I’d
inadvertently left you behind.”
“I’m all right,” Celine replied, her chest heaving as she
fought to regulate her breathing and slow down her heart rate while she had the
chance. “Just not used to this sort of thing. A walk for me is a stroll by a
riverbank, or hitting the shops. I’m sure my fitness level will improve as we
continue with the project. Go ahead, if you like. I’ll catch up with you…
eventually.”
Edward shook his head. “No, let’s have a rest. I could do
with a drink and a snack.” Turning, he looked around, then pointed. “Let’s head
there. It looks as though there’s a patch of flattish ground big enough for us
both to sit down.”
“Okay.” She followed him again, but this time only for a few
seconds. Edward helped her remove her rucksack—which was almost as big as she
was—and then immediately opened it and began removing things. It was only when
she saw he’d long since taken out the drinks and snacks that she queried what
he was doing.
“I’m taking some of the heavier items out of your bag. If I
re-jig things, we’ll still fit everything in, but you’ll have a lighter load.
Would you mind making some tea for us both while I do this?” He indicated the
miniature camping stove, metal cups and other tea-making paraphernalia.
“No, of course not,” she said. “But there’s no need for you
to do that. I’m perfectly okay with carrying my share of the weight.”
“I know you are. But I’m not. You’ve enough to put up with
on this crazy project. I don’t want you getting injured or ill on me—I need
you. Not to mention my conscience wouldn’t take it.” He sat beside her, looked
at the large pile he’d made, and began sorting it into their respective
rucksacks.
Shaking her head, Celine lit the stove and set about making
the hot drinks. “Sugar?”
“Yes, please. Three.”
She shot him a look. “Three?”
His eyes glinted with amusement. “Yes, three. What can I
say, I like my tea sweet. And while we’re on this project I’ve got a good
excuse—I need the energy. You should try it, it’s delicious.”
Wrinkling her nose, Celine nevertheless added three sugars to
each of the mugs of tea. “Here you go.” She handed Edward his, then cradled
hers, blowing on the liquid until it was cool enough to drink. “So, what did
you mean when you said I’ve enough to put up with?”
Frowning, Edward took a gulp of his tea before replying. “I
know this project isn’t ideal, Celine, not for you. For me, it’s wonderful—the
melding together of several of my passions. But for you, it’s trekking through
often unforgiving countryside with a shed load of gear and filming an old fart
going on about big black cats, the ghosts of Roman soldiers and mysterious
lights in the sky. And I know your wages aren’t very good, either. Believe me,
if I could have offered you more, I would have.”
Gazing intently at the surface of the tea, she mumbled, “You’re
not an old fart.”
Edward threw his head back and laughed loudly. The joyous
sound rang across the lonely hillside for several long moments. Then he said,
“But you’re not denying any of the rest of it!”
Lucy Felthouse 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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