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The Craziest Month of my Life – Guest Post by SJ Smith (@sjsmithauthor @sinfulpress)

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It’s been one hell of a June. In the past thirty days my wife has left me, I’ve had two novels published, Britain has voted to quit the EU, Wales has made the quarter-finals of Euro 2016 and I’ve made the acquaintance of a Parisian lady who will become my new lodger. And all of this against a background of insomnia, bruxism and a heady mix of depression, elation, bitterness and fury.

But hey! It’s the books I’m supposed to be here to tell you about, so I won’t bore you any longer with my whinging and we’ll get straight down to business.

June 24th saw the release of Leisure, an erotic comedy, packed with my usual stupidity and perversion. It tells the story of a young woman named Alice, who begins a new job in a sports centre where, left to their own devices for far too long, the staff team have entirely lost touch with reality. Alice gradually becomes drawn into the madness and embarks on an escapade full of filthy sex, mystical quests, naked nuns and eye-wateringly large penises.

Although it’s an essentially silly story, Leisure does have a serious message lurking at its core, about how we all put on different faces while we’re in the workplace; how we choose which parts of ourselves we reveal and which parts we hide. I deliberately framed the book in five parts, Monday to Friday, nine ‘til five, with little in the way of back-story or external reference, so the reader would only see the characters as they behave at work.

The publication of Leisure took a long time; probably three years between first draft and final release, owing largely to a series of mishaps including lost emails and forgetful publishers. But I’ve learned a lot during that period; I’ve developed my abilities to edit and construct paragraphs and to embrace my own style rather than attempt to imitate that of others, and so it’s definitely been a valuable experience.

On then to the end of June and my third novel The House of Fox hits the shelves. This is the book which will – fingers crossed – mark the beginning of the next stage of my career as a writer, in that I might finally earn a bit of cash out of it. House of Fox is, I believe, my best work to date. I threw myself entirely into its creation, letting my imagination run riot and pulling out all the stops to ensure it is exactly the kind of novel I always wanted to write.

The House of Fox is about four friends who find themselves trapped in a vast, supernatural brothel, where every kind of perversion and fetish is played out and every lurid fantasy comes true. I like to think of it as a sort of pornographic version of Dungeons and Dragons.

Anything goes inside the House of Fox, and so anything goes as far as the narrative is concerned. With no idea of a plot in mind, I improvised the first half of the book, making up the most crazy scenarios and mashing them together. With no rules to follow I could go off in any direction I fancied; car chases, gun battles, song and dance routines, it all went in. Writing this story was fun.

Right now I’m supposed to be working on a sequel to House of Fox, which is currently going under the title ‘The Girl with the Golden Vag’, but given the frenetic pace of the past few weeks and everything that’s been going on, I’ve barely had the time to sit down. Hopefully I’ll manage to get my head together and get cracking fairly soon.

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The House of Fox excerpt:

“God, look at the pair of them. They’re so fucking boring.”

Kitty was watching the live feed from the video camera; grainy, blue tinged footage on a fat backed TV.

“Like, any sane woman would’ve been bouncing on Dylan’s cock the minute she stepped through the door. But oh no, not little miss goody two shoes Donna; she’d never lower herself into doing anything quite so lowbrow.”

Jane, who was standing behind, massaging Kitty’s shoulders, nodded in full agreement.

“You know what? I’ll take great pleasure in throwing her to the flames. It’s no more than the dismal bitch deserves.” Kitty grabbed the clipboard and updated the dossier, scrawling nothing happening in the relevant box. “And here’s me damn fool enough to think pulling watch duty on that pair might prove fun.”

“Things may hot up… eventually,” Jane offered.

“Are you kidding? That bitch is so frigid she could raise penguins in her asshole.” Kitty swivelled around in her office chair and trapped Jane’s legs between her knees. “Fuck ‘em. Let’s get back to the game. Now remind me, honey pie, what was the score again?”

“Four all.” Jane shook her head, gutted at having squandered a four-nil lead.

“Then it’s time for the big decider.” Kitty’s beaming smile lit up Jane’s world. “What do you think? The loser has to do the next five hours’ watch?”

“Let’s do it.” Jane strutted up to the mound, confident she could pull this off.

Kitty sat back in her chair and spread her legs wide, hanging her knees over either armrest. She licked her fingertip, parted her pussy lips and pushed three ping-pong balls up her cunt. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Jane nodded. She steeled herself in preparation, and tightened her grip on the spank paddle.

Kitty pulled a face and thrust her hips, and a ping-pong ball flew clean out of her quim at high velocity and came arcing across the office. Jane swung the paddle, but missed by six inches. The ball sailed by and bounced off the coffee machine.

“Strike one,” Kitty yelled.

“Goddamnit.” Jane rolled out her shoulders to loosen them, and adopted the stance once again. “Ready.”

A second ping-pong ball flew from between Kitty’s love lips, this time on a much lower trajectory. Jane swung and caught the ball a glancing blow off the rim of the paddle, sending it straight downwards, where it ricocheted off the floor and bounced several times before dribbling to a pathetic stop between her feet.

“Strike two,” Kitty yelled. “The game now rests on this one final delivery. Will she step up to be a hero or will she fold under the pressure?”

“This time.” Jane was focussed now. She took a few practice swings before crouching sideways on. “Ready.”  She would not miss – she knew it.

The third ball, glistening with pussy juice, came spinning toward her, and she saw its flightpath almost in slow motion. She swung the paddle, catching the ball flush in the face, and sent it hurtling out through the open door into the corridor. “Home run,” she squealed, and danced a celebratory jig. “I win, I win.”

“Pah, you got lucky,” Kitty sneered.

“Luck had nothing to do with it. I won thanks to my natural ability at the game.”

The game – which they had been playing for the best part of two days – was called either Pussy Ping-Pong or Beaver Baseball; they still hadn’t made a final decision as to which they liked better. It had superseded ‘What’s the most unusual thing you can shove up your ass?’ which Kitty had won by successfully ramming a signed, first edition of Oliver Twist into her brown eye.

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2016-291 eBook The House of Fox 6x9The House of Fox blurb:

After a drunken night on the town, four friends awake to find themselves in the House of Fox, the ultimate brothel in the universe, where every sordid fantasy becomes reality.

But all is not as it seems.

The House of Fox harbours many dark secrets, and factions are plotting against one another.

The four newcomers must choose their friends carefully and take care not to lose their minds on the thrill ride of perversion that will carry them to the ends of the Earth and beyond.

The Great Voyeur in the Sky is watching . . .

Buy from:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/House-Fox-SJ-Smith-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/House-Fox-Sinful-Comedies-Book-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-house-of-fox-sj-smith/1123824728?ean=9781910908044

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-house-of-fox/id1126014781?mt=11

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-house-of-fox

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Author bio:

SJ Smith is a neurotic recluse who lives in North Wales. It has long been his dream to become a full time filth monger.

Links:

Twitter: @sjsmithauthor

Blog: http://sjsmithrants.blogspot.co.uk

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SJSmithWriter/

Publisher: @SinfulPress

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Positive Thinking and Exclusive Excerpt (@KaceyHammell) #CanadianMuscle #Writing

 

Good morning all!
Kacey here and I know it’s been a while since I’ve been a good Birdie and blogged here. But all is back to normal technically on the site, my health has improved (which was suffering) and I believe things are on a very positive incline. At least, that’s what I’m aiming for.

And on that positive note, I’ve just crested over the 1/2 way point of the sequel to GUARDING MIDNIGHT, in the “Canadian Muscle Series”. This is Charlie (Charlotte) & Frank’s story, who we met in book 1, and the ride has been pretty exciting so far. It’s approx 2 years since the ending of Guarding Midnight and their relationship has been … well on / off again.  Their story, currently untitled, has been a lot of fun to write and pulled me from months of terrible writer’s block. It is one of my favourite series that I’ve written so I’m glad I was able to get back to it.

So because the series is prevalent in my mind, I thought I’d share an exclusive excerpt from Guarding Midnight, which has never been posted on a blog before so most of you probably haven’t read it — unless you purchased the book already of course! *g*

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Series: Canadian Muscle 1
Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-292-6
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Blurb:
Canadian Muscle …
When Desires Need Protecting.

No one knows sacrifice better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.

Shree Walker is on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist.

When Shree is kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost, Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful than them both: Love.

 

Excerpt: (C) Kacey Hammell, 2016

Shree climbed the steps to her apartment, exhaustion dragging at her heels.

The day of adventure and crazy mental gymnastics was one she was glad to see end. She wanted a nice glass of white wine, a shower, and to slide into bed without any interruption—in that order.

Putting the key in the lock, she turned the doorknob and reached in to click the small lamp on. A dim glow filled the room. Shutting the door behind her, she stepped out of her shoes, dropped her gym bag beside them, and made her way to the kitchen. Taking the bottle of wine from the fridge—a cheaper version that she’d picked up at a kiosk at the local mall, which tasted quite good—she poured a full flute, then made her way to the bedroom.

Hot bath and bubbles, here I come.

She flicked on the light inside the door and let out a yelp. Her wine glass fell from her hand, breaking and splashing her feet with wine.

Jesus.

Gavin sat in the La-Z-Boy chair in the corner. Heart racing, thinking the worst kinds of thoughts of being attacked, she glared at him.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” Grabbing the towel off the chair of her vanity where she’d flung it after her shower that morning, she kneeled and sponged up the liquid, scooping the glass into the towel. Damn him for ruining a decent glass of wine.

She stood and moved further into the room. After setting the towel on the dresser, she faced him across the bed. Her gaze met his. Anger, harsh and formidable—this was a man whose temper was trying to get the best of him. His fists clenched on his knees. Grey shirt, black jeans, and black hiking boots gave her the idea he was gearing up for some kind of combat.

Her eyes wanted to rake over him, give herself the thrill that admiring his physique gave her, but she knew what lay beneath those clothes. The ridges, valleys, roughened skin and sensitive nipples she’d explored earlier today…

No, she needed to clear her mind of all of that. He didn’t look like he was here on a social call, and he was sure as hell invading her privacy and had scared the crap out of her. The last thing she needed to do was worship him in any way for bad behavior.

“Well, are you going to tell me what you’re doing here? And who gave you permission to just waltz into my home anytime you please?”

He glowered at her. “I got the key from Charlie. You weren’t here and I was concerned. Didn’t I just today tell all staff, especially the dancers, not to go anywhere alone?”

She didn’t much care for his hard tone. He wasn’t her keeper—no matter that he was hired to look out for her. She didn’t need him. “I drove Carla home. That’s not a crime.”

“Why didn’t you come find me instead?”

Exasperated, Shree threw her arms up in the air. “The last thing Carla needed was another large dude around her. I took her to one of her friend’s houses since her boyfriend likes to smack her around. I wanted to get her away from him. Simple. She needed a woman around, not another guy.”

Gavin leaned forward in his seat. She could see his nostrils flaring from across the bed. She unzipped her hoodie, leaving it open when he stood.

“So you decided to put yourself in danger, dealing with a sick bastard who likes to hit women? That’s just great, Shree. I’m trying to keep you safe and you could have walked right into it.”

She growled low in her throat, frustrated with the barbarian across from her. If it wouldn’t hurt her so much, she’d smack him upside the head and let him feel some pain. But she doubted any type of physical pain she tried to give him would bother him in the least. “Oh for heaven’s sake! Gavin, I don’t understand this supposed danger you keep telling me about.” A shiver snaked down her spine knowing she was a target, but she wouldn’t live in fear ever again. “I can take care of myself.”

He took a step closer to the bed. “Did you not hear Charlie today? This thug has been after her place for months. Each encounter is worse than the last, and his goons hang out here every night dealing drugs to half of the people here. Things are escalating. And the intel I’ve learned about him, hell, it’s just a matter of days—even hours—before someone gets hurt. This guy doesn’t like to lose.”

Shree sighed. His conviction and need to keep them all safe was admirable, but she’d known real danger before, and refused to let it rule her life again. “Okay, I get it. But nothing happened tonight, all right? I’m fine, I’m back and Carla is sleeping in a place where she’s safe tonight. That’s all that matters.” She sighed, knowing she needed to show him what had been left for her earlier. “Don’t freak out, all right? But this was left on my table in the dressing room earlier.” She reached into her bag and withdrew the envelope. She handed it to him, dreading his reaction.

“For fuck’s sake,” he snarled. “Son of a fucking rotting bastard.”

“Gavin, calm down.”

“Fuck that. I should head right over there and…that’s what I’ll do. I’m going to kill the bastard.” The steely determination and rigid set of his shoulders terrified her. She’d seen that look before…in Brian. But this was Gavin. He really wouldn’t hurt her. Not intentionally. And she needed to make sure he didn’t do something stupid. His hot temper at the moment showed her for the first time that he might not think before reacting.

Stepping in front of him, she laid her palms on his chest. He tried to push past her, but she kept her stance tight and wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t go do something stupid. You don’t know who left that.”

“Fuck that. Of course I do. One of Hagen’s pricks. I’m going to wring all their necks.”

She shook her head. “Take a minute and think about it. He wants you to go stomping in there half-cocked and off-guard.” While she was shaken by the fact that someone had been watching her, one of them had to think clearly. “You won’t be in the right frame of mind for a fight and he’ll have the upper hand. Look at me. I’m fine. No one hurt me. Charlie’s fine. For now, everyone is fine.”

Shree held his gaze. When his shoulders relaxed gradually, she released some of the air from her lungs she didn’t realize she was holding in. She needed to remember tonight, and how quick he was to act. And always ready to fight for those he loved.

He took a step back, turned, and paced beside the bed. The photo was still clasped tight in his fist, but he finally set it face down on the nightstand.

“Look, I’m sorry you were concerned earlier. And I’m sorry about the photo.”

“I’ll handle it,” he murmured, his tone still dripping with anger.

Tossing the hoodie toward the hamper, she looked away at his sharp intake of breath. Eyes hot and smoldering, his gaze wandered over her, warming her skin. She glanced down and swallowed hard when she realized she still only wore the red, nearly see-through leotard top she’d performed in and black yoga pants.

Her eyes met his. She could come to love the passion and desire in his eyes, staring at her like this every day of her life.

Whoa, crazy woman, what are you thinking?

This wasn’t the time for these thoughts, nor was she in any mood to deal with him anymore tonight. He was so hot and getting her all ramped up in excitement.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m tired. It’s been a helluva evening. I’m done with you today.”  She grabbed up her robe from the foot of the bed, anxious to get in the tub—with a bit colder water than she’d planned—and fall into bed.

“How am I looking at you? Like I want to eat you alive? I shouldn’t. Not now. But it’s not my fault when you’re standing there in that tight outfit. Your nipples tight, your cheeks flushed, and eyes pissed off at me.”

His words curled around her spine, leaving tingles along the nerves and her nipples tight.  Breathless, she shook her head and tried to shore up enough resolve to put him out of her home. “Don’t try to get me all worked up, not when you’ve been an ass by ordering me around. And you’re still angry.”

“Yes, I am.” He nodded and moved around the end of the bed. “Ever had angry sex?”

Shree gasped. “What are you talking about?”

He shrugged and smoothed her hair back. “Never heard of angry sex then?”

She shoved at the boulders he had for shoulders. “I’m not having sex with you right now. Forget it. Besides, what the hell is angry sex? I don’t like it rough, if that’s what you mean.” Taking a step back, she glared at him when he followed.

“I figured it’d be a nicer and more polite way to tell you I wanted you, now—right now—rather than come out and simply say I want to fuck the shit out of you.”

Available in ebook and Print!

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I hope to have news about book 2 being done very soon!! Hope you enjoyed the excerpt from Guarding Midnight.

 

Until next time. Happy Reading.

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World of Sin Series Released by Lucy Felthouse #erotica #newadult

Hi everyone,

Following up on my previous announcement about re-releasing my F/F sports romance, Sweet Spot, I’ve also now re-released three more books. The World of Sin erotic short story series is available now. Or the first three books, anyway. I plan to write more as my schedule allows.

Here’s the skinny:

atasteoflondon_200Book 1 – A Taste of London

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are heading off on the trip of a lifetime. They’re spending their gap year traveling the world and expect lots of sun, sights and sex. The guys have a couple of days in the English capital before catching the Eurostar to Paris. Unfortunately, a family emergency means that Kristian has to head back home for a while, leaving Ryan to continue the trip alone.

Luckily for Ryan, he’s an attractive guy and there is no shortage of gorgeous women available to help take his mind off Kristian’s family drama.

More info, excerpt and buy links here.

Add to your Goodreads shelves.

atasteofparis_200Book 2 – A Taste of Paris

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to university.

Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.

In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.

More info, excerpt and buy links here.

Add to your Goodreads shelves.

atasteofrome_200Book 3 – A Taste of Rome

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting university. Now it’s on to Rome.

The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride, providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.

More info, excerpt and buy links here.

Add to your Goodreads shelves.

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 (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, 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