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End of Summer with a New Release #StirringUpGlory #StirredbyLove (@KaceyHammell)

Okay, everyone. What happened to summer, and can we turn back time? Seriously, I’m pretty sure it was just Canada Day a couple weeks ago but the calendar now says September. I would like summer back. Though we had some hot and humid days this year, we had more rain than we’ve had in years. And my kids return to school in 2 days! One is in second year of high school, the other starting his first year of college.

Cher says it best, but I’d like some time back, too.

But I end summer with a new release that I’m thrilled to share with everyone. I loved writing Drew and Glory’s story, whom you all met in book 1 of the Stirred by Love series, Stirring Up Dirty. They now have their own “a hot and sexy read” in STIRRING UP GLORY. Drew is a handful, he doesn’t remember one important evening years ago, and his attraction to Glory Pierce is intense and undeniable. Their story is a powerful journey that I had the pleasure of writing.

STIRRING UP GLORY
Stirred by Love Series: Book 2
Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rubenesque/BBW
ISBN: 978177394053
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Shaken and Stirred with a splash of dirty.

She’s not the one he wants…
Drew McKenna is obsessed with the woman who saved his family’s business. She’s the last woman he should want, but his dreams are flooded with the sultry, sexy woman who gets under his skin. He’d not prepared to end their lengthy riff just so he can give into his desire to have the gorgeous woman under him.

But she is the one he needs…
Glory Pierce gave up on Drew the second he flung vicious insults her way. The harder she tries to forget how deep those scars run, however, the more he invades her thoughts. When tragedy strikes, Glory is forced to put aside her anger and work with the man she despises. But as they mix business with pleasure, the heat between them reaches fever pitch, secrets are revealed, and passions are stirred up in ways neither of them can ignore.

Exclusive excerpt:

Glory exited her father’s room and leaned against the wall. Drawing in deep breaths, she closed her eyes and kept the tears at bay. It was so strange to see the strongest man she knew so vulnerable. Her father worked day in and day out with little time off. It was hard to equate him to the man in that room. Though Dr. Cooper had tried to sound optimistic, her gut told her otherwise. Her father might not make it and she had to reconcile herself to that fate.

She adjusted her duffle bag on her shoulder and headed toward the front exit. There was nothing for her do tonight and sleep was her best recourse. The next few days would be full of tasks she wasn’t ready to handle. But he’d left her in charge—for whatever reason—and she’d do everything possible to handle his affairs until he recovered. And she had to hope that he’d recover. But she didn’t like the thought that she could screw something up and he’d have to fix later.

Sadness and panic churned in her stomach at the possibility of losing him and what she’d have to face with the family either way. Most of the Pierce family thrived on drama and conflict. She’d escaped it when her folks divorced, but growing up, she’d still spent as much time with her father as he allowed. They didn’t always have the best relationship, due to the chaos Freddie and Tanya preferred to create whenever she was around, but she loved him. And she never questioned his love for her.

Her father had always been transparent in his views of her. He’d never had faith in her to carry on the tradition of the men in her family to become mayor, but he’d done his best she supposed. Every first-born child of the last five generations was male and she was an anomaly by the way her family carried on. And since they held the mayor occupancy in town, no one ever let her forget that she’d broken the lineage and would never carry on that importance. It wasn’t a shoe-in whenever there was an election, but for generations, her family held the most power in town. It saddened her that Freddie was the only one left now to task the job to. And his troublemaker ways and disregard for anyone but himself and his mother, did not go unnoticed. Most of the town prayed there’d be another person to go against Freddie if her father was no longer able to hold his post. There wasn’t much to be happy about with that scenario.

As she stepped outside, she breathed in deeply, filling her lungs with fresh air, and rolled her shoulders to relieve the tension. As always, her stepmother and the gossipmongers of her family never ceased to stress her out. She avoided every family gathering for the sake of her sanity, which always irritated her father. But, it was her only salvation against the nosey-nellies who never kept their noses out of her business.

“How’s your dad doing?”

Her heart rate kicked up a few notches. The last thing she needed was more of Drew McKenna tonight, dammit. Raw from the long-buried emotions about her father, having him around could only cause more chaos. And the usual heartache.

But damn if he wasn’t hell-to-the-oh-my-god sexy as he leaned against his Harley. Arms crossed, biceps bulged beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt tucked into the waistband of his blue jeans. It appeared multiple finger swipes pushed his hair back to maintain the untamable ringlets that fell over his forehead and curled around his ears. Those sexy strands were one of the best things she loved most.

Love? Ugh, as if, lady. Speak for yourself.

Glory shoved the nagging voice away, unwilling to handle such nonsense tonight.

“Why are you still here?”

He shrugged. “Thought I’d offer you a ride home.”

“I don’t need your charity, Drew. Since when do you care what I do?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to eat them back again. Like a bull poked, his nostrils flared as usual and reminded her that their tumultuous but civil relationship always ended in an argument. And too much resentment.

“Let’s not do this again.” Drew stood, and waved a hand at his back seat. “You’ve had a long night, you’re worried for your old man, and I’m too damn exhausted to go toe-to-toe with you, Glory. For once, please shut up. Can we put aside whatever keeps us at one another’s throat for one night?”

Surprised, her jaw fell open and her eyes widened. Had Drew McKenna sounded reasonable and mature? A foreign impression in the years she’d known him, but she supposed he had a point. Over a decade of combating with him was now tiresome. How she’d allowed it to go on for so long was ridiculous, but wearing her coat of armor against him was her only defense.

“Are you coming or not?” He sat astride the bike, a second helmet in his hand and extended toward her.

“I’m only doing this because my car is in the shop and too tired to wait for a cab. You better not get me killed on this contraption, McKenna. I swear, I’ll haunt your ass forever if you do.” Glory grabbed the helmet and placed it on her head, then adjusted the strap beneath her chin. She moved closer, made sure her duffle bag was over both shoulders was tight, and lifted one leg over the seat.

“You haunt me now, woman, but don’t worry, you’re safe with me.” The engine cut out many of his words and Glory wasn’t sure what he meant about haunting him, but she’d had to have heard him wrong. Her gut instincts knew better than to trust him.

“Ready?” he glanced back at her.

After a hard swallow, she set her hands at his waist. Her body shivered as his warmth curled around her fingers.

“You have to hold on tighter than that, doll.” Drew grabbed both her wrists and dragged her forward until her chin hit his back. She crossed her arms at the front of his waist and held on.

The bike vibrated beneath her as he gunned the engine and roared through the parking lot and into the streets.

Her nipples tightened beneath her bra as she rested against his hot back and his enjoyable rich aroma of sandalwood wafted into her nose. Glory leaned a cheek on his shoulder, closed her eyes and blocked out the buildings rushing by. His potent scent reminded her of one night, so long ago.

A memory that never stopped breaking her heart. No matter how much she tried, it played in her head over and over, when she least expected it and left her vulnerable and aching. With her forehead on his back, the vibration of the machine beneath her ass pulsed through her. Shit. A reminder of how long it had been since she’d been with a man was the last thing she needed. Though her dating life sucked and there had been a couple men in her life over the last decade, she’d hoped the heartbreaking memories would fade quickly. But the more she wished to forget the past, the less and less pleasure she found in dating because she couldn’t erase the memories.

During the nights at Controlled Iris—as she succumbed to her voyeuristic tendencies that appeased her well enough—never stopped her from going back again and again. The small solace of pleasure she sought there kept her sane with the unattended needs and hunger coursing through her often. One exciting night a decade ago had ruined her for life. She wanted the same thrill of pleasure and the powerful delirious ecstasy again. But it was unattainable.

He was unattainable.

Nothing compared to that one night. And while Controlled Iris fed a few of her baser needs and fetishes, it wasn’t enough. Though it wasn’t a place of orgies or bondage or chains and whips, Controlled Iris opened their doors for those who loved to watch, but not engage. Through glass windows or up on balconies looking into each room, those who entered could witness the carnal appetites of others. Patrons weren’t allowed to join in the sex, only to witness the bliss of voyeurism and the thrill of being a peeping Tom—or Thomasina in her case.

Though she had no trouble getting herself off, Controlled Iris pushed her harder and drove her faster to the edge of pleasure for when she returned home. Role playing and the uninhibited prowess of each person, men and women, showed her more about sex than she’d ever thought possible. One night of pleasure did not make her an expert in any way, and CI filled her curiosity.

She lifted her head when the bike came to a halt. So lost in her thoughts, she’d missed the short ride home. Drew shut off the engine. He slid off the bike, undid the helmet and handed it to him. He scooted back and got off.

“No need to stick around.”

“Not even a cup of coffee to repay me for going out of my way?”

Glory rolled her eyes and started up the porch steps. “You don’t drink coffee and I didn’t ask for the ride, you offered. Good night, Drew.” As if fire chased her, she hustled to her front door and stuck the key in the lock.

“We should talk, Glory,” his voice filled her left ear, and startled her. She whipped around, and found herself pressed against the door. Shit. She didn’t need to get trapped by him tonight.

“You’re too close. Back off. And we have nothing to discuss.” Body quivering from his closeness, she gazed up into his dark eyes. Lightheaded, Glory inhaled a shaky breath deep into her lungs. How evil was it to tempt her with such deliciousness when her heart and soul already ached from ripping emotions?

“Haven’t we done this Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing long enough?”

“Really, dude?” she scoffed. “That’s what you compare us to? Two gun-wielding married assassins who lie to one another? When have I ever lied to you?” Glory didn’t know if the comparison was accurate or not. They weren’t married, and they weren’t assassins either, but the sexual chemistry and tension between the Smith duo was always tumultuous and charged with chaos. She supposed there was justification for that comparison.

Drew crowded in on her, and she lifted her hands to his chest. Her knees shook as the heat of his skin beneath his shirt warmed her palms. The motherfucker didn’t play fair.

“I’m not the only one who gets turned on whenever we’re around each other. And you can’t deny it.”

Evernight Publishing – http://www.evernightpublishing.com/stirring-up-glory-by-kacey-hammell

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I hope you enjoy Drew and Glory’s story!

Kacey xoxo

 

(Sort of) New Releases Galore! #erotica #romance

Hi everyone,

As always, I’ve been a very busy bee of late. This time, it’s due to having received rights back to three more of my books. I’ve re-released them all with brand new (and totally gorgeous!) covers and lower prices. Please note, though, if you’ve read any of them before, the content hasn’t changed. So here goes…

Illicit Relations (M/M erotic romance novella)

Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.

But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.

Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/illicit-relations/

Mean Girls (M/F BBW erotic romance novella)

Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.

As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.

Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/mean-girls/

Grand Slam (co-authored with Lily Harlem, M/F BDSM sports romance novel)

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

Grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/grand-slam/

Now I’ve (hopefully) convinced you to load up your eReaders, I’ll love you and leave you, and I’ll be back later in the month with a post that’s going to involve lots of discussion! In the meantime…

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) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 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 and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Love is in the Air – Untraditional Romance by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

Stately PleasuresHappy February! So, it’s just a few short days until Valentine’s Day, and the Birdies are discussing love. I thought I’d narrow it down a little and talk about untraditional love, or untraditional romance. That is to say, in this case, ménage. My latest novel, Stately Pleasures (which has had a brand new cover, which I LOVE – see a pattern here?), is a M/F/M erotic romance novel, with a BBW heroine, lots of kink and BDSM thrown in. Yes, it’s untraditional, and yes there’s lots of naughtiness thrown in, but at the heart of the story, though it’s not apparent from the beginning, is a love story. I absolutely adored playing with the dynamic of these three characters and how they came to be together, and it seems readers are enjoying the novel, too. So love is definitely in the air for Stately Pleasures.

Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite, and hopefully get you in the mood for luuuurve:

‘Thank you. Both of you. I don’t deserve you two. You’re so nice to me.’

Another look was thrown across the table. Ethan ruffled her hair affectionately. ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe. Open the top envelope.’

She glanced suspiciously at each of them in turn, particularly since they were both grinning from ear to ear. What exactly did they have in mind? Surely not another task? No, they couldn’t do that – she’d done everything on their list. Any sexual encounters they’d had since had been purely for pleasure. Pushing thoughts of pleasure from her brain for fear of getting utterly distracted from their current conversation, she reached for the envelope. It was quite big, bordering on A4-size, and was heavy, as though it contained either several sheets of paper, or some thick card. Maybe it was just a large birthday card. She ran her fingers over the surface, searching for something that felt like a badge. OK, maybe not.

She stuck her finger under the flap and pulled it open. She was still none the wiser. All she could see was some shiny paper, and it was blank. Damn. Quickly, she pulled out the contents and turned them so they were facing up, and the right way around. It was a folder, made of thin card. Taking in the words on the front cover, she gasped, and opened it up to see what was inside. Her eyes skimmed the characters on the smaller piece of card within, then her mouth dropped open.

Wide-eyed, she looked at both men, who looked supremely smug – and with good reason. They were sending her to a spa for the day. And not just any spa – one of the most exclusive ones in the country, which was just up the road. They’d paid for her to have the works: use of all the facilities, any classes she wanted to take – fat chance of that – and as many treatments as she liked.

‘They’ve got my credit card details too, Alice, so if there’s something you want that’s not covered by that voucher, just charge it to me. Anything you want.’

Alice was speechless. Just when she thought the two men couldn’t possibly be any nicer to her, they went and outdid themselves. ‘Th-thank you. Both of you. I don’t know what else to say.’ The tears were threatening again, and Ethan pulled her into a hug and dropped a kiss to her damp hair.

‘There’s nothing else to say, Alice. Just go and get whatever stuff you need to take with you, then come back here to say goodbye before you leave.’

Jeremy nodded in agreement, so she went and did as he said. It was only when she started to shove swimwear, toiletries, clean clothes, underwear, and a book into a bag that she realised she hadn’t opened any of her other envelopes. Bollocks. She’d have to open them when she got back. She finished what she was doing and headed back into the kitchen, to find the men sitting down again, and a bacon sandwich waiting for her. Oh yes, she hadn’t eaten either!

‘Lunch is included, but I thought you should have something before you go. We don’t want you passing out in the sauna or anything, do we?’ Jeremy nodded towards the sandwich in question. ‘Now, hurry up before I eat it for you. And your lift is waiting too.’

‘My lift?’ She’d assumed she was driving herself. Which was no problem at all, especially considering she was having the day off work, leaving the men to cover for her. Making a half-hour’s journey in the car to an exclusive resort was no hardship.

‘Eat your sandwich, before it goes cold.’ Jeremy said.

She shrugged and did as he said. A couple of minutes later, her plate was empty and she was about to go and put it in the dishwasher. Ethan stopped her. ‘I’ll do that,’ he said. ‘Now go and brush your teeth and then go and enjoy yourself, for God’s sake!’

Alice was back within minutes, having brushed her teeth and rinsed with mouthwash. She grabbed her bag from the floor by the breakfast bar, then smiled at both men. ‘Thank you so much, you two. I really appreciate the effort you’ve gone to for me today. I’m going to make some new memories, OK?’

They slid from their stools and moved over to her. Both reached for her at the same time, so they were in a three-way hug. Or Alice was, anyway. They were cuddling her, not one another. Then, as if they’d choreographed it, they both kissed one of her cheeks at the same time and wished her a happy birthday.

‘We’ll see you later, OK?’ Jeremy said. ‘Your lift will be waiting outside the main doors of the spa at six. Don’t eat too much at lunchtime, because we’re doing something special for dinner too. Leave room for that, OK?’

She nodded, stood on tiptoes, and gave them both a quick kiss in turn, then left the room before she started crying again. No more tears, she told herself. Those two have gone to a lot of trouble to give you a good day. So that’s exactly what you’ll have.

When she stepped out of the Manor’s side door of and saw the white limousine waiting for her, her jaw almost dropped into the gravel beneath her feet. Immediately, the chauffeur got out and opened the back door for her.

‘Madam,’ he said, indicating she should get in.

Still gobsmacked, she turned back to the house and looked up. As she’d suspected, Jeremy and Ethan were standing at one of the windows that overlooked the staff and residents’ car park, grinning inanely at her. They waved. She waved back, then, regaining her wits, blew them a kiss. She got into the limousine before she was tempted to rush back inside and snog both their faces off.

Settling onto the cool leather of the seat, she felt like an utter tramp, dressed in such scruffy clothes yet about to be driven to a spa in the lap of luxury. Though the fact the car had blacked-out windows meant nobody could see her, anyway. People would probably look at the vehicle as it passed them on the streets and think she was some kind of celebrity, swigging champagne and generally being fabulous. She could dream, anyway. There was champagne, actually, she noticed as she spotted the cooler. But it was barely nine o’clock in the morning, so she wasn’t going to partake now. Maybe on the way home, after six. It was her birthday, after all. And so far, it was shaping up to be pretty damn good.

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Grab Stately Pleasures here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18756618-stately-pleasures

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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, and is book editor for Cliterati. 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