Author Archives: Lucy Felthouse

An Interview with Janine Ashbless (@sinfulpress) #giveaway

Janine Ashbless is visiting with the Birdies today. Welcome, Janine!

  • What inspired you to write The Prison of the Angels?

It’s the third in my Book of the Watchers trilogy, about what happens when a young woman frees a fallen angel from imprisonment. They’re all based on Judeo-Christian angelic mythology. By the time I got round to publishing the second novel, The Prison of the Angels was already clamouring to get free from my head so I just launched straight into it – I had the characters established, I knew the secrets they were hiding and what the stakes were, I knew it had to end with a war between the fallen and loyal angels.

  • Did you get any writers block while writing this story?

No writers’ block, though there were some brief lumpy patches where I was struggling to see the characters’ way out of some situations, and how the logistics of the plot would work. Internal logic is really important to me. I take a long hot shower when that happens, and inspiration strikes eventually.

  • Do you have a favorite place when you write?

Not really – it has to be quiet, with no TV or music audible. I work either at my PC or on my laptop.

  • What do you like to do in your spare time? 

Travel, which I didn’t get to do nearly enough for this book! I went to Montenegro and Ethiopia in order to write the first two books, but for the third – which is set largely in Norway and Rome – I just had to rely on memories and photos of old holidays. And the Internet of course 😉

  • Do you have anything new coming up? 

At the moment I’m concentrating on a house-move, but once that’s done I hope to return to an old series, The Lovers’ Wheel, and complete that. The first two books came out through Ellora’s Cave – which went bust this year – so I’ll have to reprint those and write the last two books.

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Excerpt from The Prison of the Angels:

The cold water flashed like white fire over every inch of my skin. It burnt my eyeballs and my lips and the inside of my throat, and beyond the white fire was a darkness so immense that it swallowed me whole.

I fell forever.

Something grabbed my wrist. Something so hot that it boiled away the darkness, so that there was suddenly light flashing in my eyes. I felt myself grabbed up bodily and lifted. I felt heat against my lips, blowing fire into my frozen lungs. I saw the wooden posts of a flight of steps, and then I pitched forward onto hands and knees in the shallow snow, choking up pond-water. In front of my blurred vision an inchoate swirl of darkness poured up the steps onto the lit porch and then disappeared. Unseen, something slammed against the door, a knock that made the house shake.

I was on the ground beneath the back porch of John’s house, I realized, shuddering.

Mama. Oh Mama. The thought seemed to come from nowhere.

Three times the knock sounded, and on the third the door burst open—outward, onto the porch—to reveal Egan in the lit room within; shaven, shirtless, and frozen mid-lunge for what I could only assume was a weapon of some sort.

He stared.

I tried to cry out.

“Milja?”

Grabbing his pistol he ran out barefoot onto the porch and looked around for enemies that were not there. Then he clattered down and pulled me up into his arms. I pressed my face to his neck and he carried me up the steps and over the threshold—not like a bride, but like a child he could hold tight against his torso, his wrists locked under my thighs. His skin blazed against mine. He hefted me into the kitchen and propped my ass on the table in front of the range.

“What the hell?” he demanded in a low fierce voice, sweeping locks of sodden hair back from my face. My hat seemed to have disappeared. “What happened, Milja? What were you doing out there?”

“Ice. I fell in the lake.” My jaw chattered. It was obvious I was telling the truth—I was soaked from head to toe, and after clasping me so close he wasn’t much drier himself.

“Feckssake, woman!” he growled. “What the hell were you thinking of?” He shucked off my coat, which lifted a sodden ton from my shoulders, then stooped to pull my boots off; ice-water spilt all over the floor.

I tried to strip off my gloves but my fingers weren’t capable of gripping anything.

“Come here, come here,” he said softly from where he knelt at my feet, grabbing my wrists and peeling away the useless gloves. He pressed my hands on either side of his warm neck, holding them there. They must have felt like ice-blocks to him, but he didn’t wince.

He looked like a knight kneeling before his queen, I thought. I could feel his pulse.

“I’ll go get towels, Milja. Are you going to be okay a sec?”

I nodded, though he probably couldn’t see it through the shuddering. He rose and hurried off, leaving me with the radiant warmth of the stove. I thought I should probably get the rest of my clothes off, but even after I struggled with my fly zipper my jeans seemed determined to cling to my bum-cheeks.

I heard the back door bang shut and I flinched.

Azazel?

Had he been gathering himself to come get Egan? Was he the one who had saved me from the black waters? Where was he now?

Egan came back in carrying armfuls of towels. “Alright?”

“I’m okay,” I told him, smiling through my shudders. He was still shirtless, and I could see the faint Ethiopian scars on his arm and chest.

He wrapped my hands one at a time in a towel, chaffed them dry, and then set them deliberately against the hard, hot wall of his torso.

Oh God.

Then he slipped all the buttons on my thick flannel shirt—the one I’d chosen this morning precisely because it wasn’t provocative or distracting—and he only slowed when he realized I was wearing just a bra-top underneath. My nipples stood in shamefully hard points under the stretch cotton. I tried to wriggle out of the long tartan sleeves of my shirt on my own, to spare his blushes, but everything clung like a freezing cold second skin and he had to help.

The shallow slash on my forearm wasn’t bleeding anymore, but each brush of his fingers felt like hot coals.

My wet garment made a slap as it struck the floor.

He draped a towel around my shoulders and another over my head. He started rubbing the water from my face and hair and scalp, his movements precise and gentle. For long moments I was buried in a soft darkness. I reached out, blind, to put my hands back on his bare ribs. I could feel his heart pounding beneath them, like a beast pacing a cage.

I have no idea when it all changed for him. When his grueling self-denial simply fell apart, like a garment worn and washed until the fabric was weakened beyond all use. All I knew was that he dropped the towel off my damp head, cupped my face in both his hands and—absolutely without warning—kissed me.

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Blurb:

Milja Petak’s world has fallen apart.

Her lover, the fallen angel Azazel, has cast her aside in rage and disgust. The other contender for her heart, the Catholic priest Egan Kansky, was surrendered back into the hands of the shadowy Vatican organization, Vidimus, after sustaining life-threatening injuries.

She has killed and she has betrayed. She is alone, homeless, and at the end of her tether – torn apart by guilt and the love she has lost.

But neither Heaven nor its terrifying representatives on Earth have finished with Milja.

Both her lovers need her in order to further their very different plans, and both passionately need her, though they may try to deny it.

Milja is once again forced into a series of choices as she uncovers the secrets Heaven has been guarding for centuries. But this time it is not just her heart at stake, or even the fate of a fallen angel.

This time, the choices she makes will change everything.

This time it’s the End of the World.

The Prison of the Angels is the third in the acclaimed Book of the Watchers trilogy, following on from Cover Him with Darkness, and In Bonds of the Earth.

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Author bio:

Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure. She likes to write about magic and myth and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Buyer beware! If you like dark romance and a hard-won Happily Ever After, try “Cover Him with Darkness,” “Heart of Flame,” or “The King’s Viper.” If you prefer challenging erotica, go for “Red Grow the Roses” or “Named and Shamed” instead. All her other books lie somewhere on the spectrum between.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology ‘Geek Love’.

Born in Wales, Janine now lives in the North of England with her husband and two rescued greyhounds. She has worked as a cleaner, library assistant, computer programmer, local government tree officer, and – for five years of muddy feet and shouting – as a full-time costumed Viking. Janine loves goatee beards, ancient ruins, minotaurs, trees, mummies, having her cake and eating it, and holidaying in countries with really bad public sewerage.

Her work has been described as:

“Hardcore and literate” (Madeline Moore) and “Vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love.” (Portia Da Costa)

Author Links:

Janine Ashbless website: http://www.janineashbless.com/

Janine Ashbless on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/janineashbless

Sinful Press website: https://www.sinfulpress.co.uk

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Writing to Market – What are your Thoughts? #writing

Hi everyone,

Today I’d like to do a quick post on writing to market. I’ve been writing for quite a few years now, and I’ve always either written whatever I felt like, or answered calls for submissions and so on. My readers are used to me having tales that are M/F, F/F, M/M/M, menage, paranormal, contemporary, long, short, etc… But I’ve never written to market – i.e. looked at what’s selling well and deliberately written a book on that topic.

Until now.

Probably the main reason I’ve never done this before is because those “crazes” for want of a better word (huh – you’d have thought a writer would be able to come up with a better word!) have never really appealed to me. Alternatively, in the case of Fifty Shades of Grey and BDSM, I was writing BDSM long before E L James hit big. Another reason is that generally I just can’t write flipping fast enough to keep up with the trends.

But now, after much encouragement from one of my writer buddies, I’ve gone and done it. I signed up for NaNoWriMo when I previously had no intention of doing so, and with barely a book idea in my head. And now, with two days to spare, I’m under 2,500 words away from “winning” NaNoWriMo (which for those of you that don’t know, the aim is to write 50,000 words in a month). With a reverse harem romance book. The first in a series of three (with potential for a fourth). Reverse harem is insanely hot right now, but the question is… will folks buy my reverse harem books? Guess there’s only one way to find out.

I’ve actually really enjoyed writing this genre – though admittedly it wasn’t something I’d given any thought to beforehand. I figured it was basically menage with a few twists and turns and differences along the way and just held on for the ride. It’s not too much of a departure from what I’ve written before, so fingers crossed my existing readers will check it out, too.

So… what are your thoughts on writing to market? Does it make a writer a sell out? Would you read a book from one of your favourite writers if you knew they’d deliberately written it to hopefully capture a piece of a large market?

Would love to know your thoughts on this!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter

New Lesbian Romance Release from Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Hi folks,

I’m just stopping by to let you know about a lesbian romance short story I just released – Finally Found. Here’s the skinny (and don’t you just love that cover?!):

Natalia has been in love with her best friend Ashleigh for years, ever since they were housemates at university. Unfortunately, circumstances, and then Natalia’s unwillingness to jeopardise their friendship, mean that she has never confessed her feelings, choosing instead to be grateful for the close relationship they do have. However, on a weekend away together, a bottle or two of wine and an erotic book place the girls in a highly charged sexual situation. Will Natalia make a move, or is she too afraid to rock the boat and risk losing Ashleigh altogether?

Please note: This story was previously published as part of the Lover Unexpected: Sappho Edition anthology

Like the sound of this? Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/finally-found/

Happy Reading!
Lucy x