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I Got Chills…

They’re multiplying, and I’m loooooosing control… 

Ah, um, sorry. Got carried away there. And yes, my singing is truly terrifying. Let’s just say I won’t be queuing up to audition for the X-Factor any time soon.

I write quite a bit of paranormal erotica and erotic romance, but not all of it is scary. Much of it is just sexy, and sometimes bloody. But I have been known to dip into the scary side of erotica, sometimes bordering on horror. I’ve even given myself chills when writing some of this stuff. Here are some examples (click on the titles or book covers to find out more):

Weekend At Wilderhope ManorWeekend at Wilderhope Manor

That decided, the girls walked in. Stephanie, the more logical of the two, led the way through the narrow corridors in search of the elusive centre. She felt confident at first, but as the twists and turns continued, she felt less so. That and the fact that she’d been right about the creep factor. It was a clear but not particularly bright day, resulting in very little natural light penetrating the hedges that made up the maze. It was navigable but incredibly gloomy, and Stephanie sensed that Jenny was staying as close behind her as possible without treading on the backs of her shoes. Honestly, she didn’t blame her. Even Stephanie was starting to feel a little spooked. The silence wasn’t helping. From their sheltered position, they could see glimpses of the sky, but they couldn’t hear anything other than the sound of their own footsteps and breathing.

Stephanie picked up the pace, albeit subtly. She didn’t want to worry Jenny, but she wasn’t quite sure where they were and she was feeling really quite nervous. Despite the silence and the fact they hadn’t seen another soul since they’d left the house, Stephanie suddenly had the oddest feeling that they weren’t alone. It was a silly notion, because the walls of the maze were so thick that you couldn’t see through them, so it wasn’t like anyone could be secretly spying on them. But Stephanie simply could not shake her apprehension. She desperately wanted to get out of the maze, but saw no way of doing it quickly. Even turning back wouldn’t guarantee a swift exit because they wouldn’t remember each twist and turn they’d taken. They could just end up stuck in here even longer.

Suddenly, Jenny’s Alice in Wonderland comment didn’t seem so stupid after all. Refusing to let Jenny sense her fear, she looked steadfastly in front of her and carried on walking. Then she heard the crack of a twig which sounded like it came from up ahead. Unfortunately, Jenny heard it too.

“Wh – what was that?!” Jenny said, clutching onto the back of Stephanie’s coat.

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Love Through TimeLove Through Time

Emily worked in peace for a while longer . . . until she felt a draught on the back of her neck. Carefully placing down the book she was retouching, she fidgeted in her chair and moved her head from side to side and up and down, as if to erase the odd feeling. She forgot it almost instantly, until a few seconds later, it came again, as though someone was blowing on the back of her neck. Emily shivered, both at the sensation and at the thought that had entered her mind. Goosebumps crept over her entire body, and the third movement of air made her jump up out of the chair and spin around to face the source.

There was nothing there. No one. Emily rolled her eyes. Why on earth was she getting like this? She’d worked in dozens of rooms, perfectly alone, and not once had she creeped herself out. Why now? When her gaze fell on the window, she rolled her eyes again. Of course. Old houses like Westbury more often than not had panes of glass that didn’t fit into their frames properly. The draught was coming from the window. Emily crossed the room to the window, drew the curtains—she’d open them again before she left, and Mrs. Thompson would be none the wiser—and sat back down again. Shaking her head at her own stupidity, Emily continued working on the book she’d just abandoned, quickly becoming absorbed in her task once more.

A noise from over by the ladder startled her, making her jump and almost jab herself in the eye with the end of the brush she was using. Turning, she saw the photograph she’d righted earlier once more lying down. She’d obviously not fixed the stand properly. After downing her tools, Emily stomped across the room, cross at the seemingly endless interruptions, and grabbed the photograph. She checked it to make sure it held firm, wagging a finger at the man in the image.

“Just you behave. I’ve got too much work to do to put up with your shenanigans if you don’t mind.”

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Seducing the MythSeducing the Myth

The path forked, the left turning being the one which would lead me down by the water. I took it. The closer I drew to the mere, the more another part of me wished I wasn’t alone. The quiet was uncanny, as was the absence of any wildlife. You’d normally expect to find midges, dragonflies, and the birds that ate them around most bodies of water. There was nothing, which was strange enough. Stranger still was that despite its exposed location and the slight breeze in the air, the pool’s surface remained undisturbed. I wish I could have said the same for my state of mind.

I was still a short distance from the mere, lingering at the end of the path. I looked behind me at the setting sun, which would soon disappear behind the rocky mountain range to the west. I glanced back at the pool. My lengthened shadow stretched from my feet to the edge of the water, and beyond. From where I was standing, it looked like the shadow of my head had been chopped off, or swallowed into the murky depths of the mere.

Suddenly, I decided I really did not want to be there when there was no sun at all. I resolved to look around, take my photos, write my notes and be on my way as quickly as possible. My rational mind knew nothing was going to happen, that the recent disappearances had been nothing but elaborate hoaxes. Despite that fact, I still desperately wanted to get out of there.

A bench on the left-hand side of the path made me wonder why anyone would want to sit there, gazing upon this lifeless, creepy body of water. I walked over to the seat and read the writing carved into its surface.

In the summer at mermaid pool

As the grass grows all around

I think I sometimes hear her sing

For the mermaid’s home I’ve found

If I’d been creeped out before, that was nothing. It was past nine on a Wednesday evening and the sun was only just setting. That definitely qualified as summer in my book. And Blake Mere had grass growing all around, right up to the very edge of the water, in fact. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

Just then the breeze picked up, whistling past my ears, and I fancied I could hear singing. I’d had to stand with my back to the pond in order to read the writing on the bench, and as my brain registered the eerie sound I couldn’t bring myself to turn around. I was frozen in place. I looked up and saw that the sun was sliding closer and closer to the rocky horizon. I didn’t have much time.

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Happy almost-Halloween, folks! 🙂

Settings – Real and Fabricated by Lucy Felthouse

As most of you know, up until recently I’d only had short stories published. And short stories, due to their very nature mean that you don’t always have much word count to elaborate on settings for the action. A very short story, for example, could just take place in a bedroom (though when I think about how many of my characters actually get it on in a bedroom, the ratio is pretty low!), which could be anyone’s bedroom, anywhere.

Despite this, I do have some real settings in my books. They may not always be named, or places that people will recognise, but they’re there. So I’ve picked out a few of my published pieces and dished the dirt on location, location, location. Click the book titles if you want to know more about them, or even better, buy them! 😉

Off the ShelfOff the Shelf

This is my first novella, so naturally I had much more word count to play with, and therefore more room to elaborate on locations. These include an airport, a luxury hotel, the Portuguese countryside, a castle, a restaurant, and one of the lead characters’ houses.

The airport is based on a real airport, but it’s not named or described in such great detail that you’d know it was that particular airport—it could be any UK airport with a bookshop and a cafe. Which is all of them, I suspect. However, I had a very real picture of it in my mind as I was writing.

The Portuguese countryside is something I’ve explored a little myself, so although the setting isn’t exactly real, and again, there are no place names involved, it is drawn from my own experiences.

The restaurant, again not named, is a real place, but I’ve never been inside! So I could be all wrong in my descriptions, but you’ll never know because I haven’t said where it is! *evil laugh*

The luxury hotel, castle and character’s house are all completely fabricated.

Overall, I’ve used a mixture of real and fabricated settings, but the story is much more focussed on the characters and plot anyway, so the descriptions aren’t that in depth. But I have to say, I did find it easier to write a longer piece with a mental picture of the places in my mind, knowing I could add in relevant information here and there.

Off the Beaten TrackOff the Beaten Track

This is a short story with a lot of real setting wound in. It’s not related to the above novella, it’s just coincidence that action in both takes place in the Portuguese countryside. The places in this story, however, are completely drawn from memory. Admittedly, it’s around six years since I went on a jeep safari in Portugal, so my memory is probably quite hazy, but there are no names included, so it doesn’t matter. Unfortunately, the totally hot tour guide and scorching sex are completely made up.

Love Through TimeLove Through Time

The setting in this paranormal erotic romance is a country house. It’s not quite a real country house, but more an amalgamation of several I’ve been to. The majority of the action takes place in a library, and it’s a very real library in a very real house—so all that was drawn from memory of a recent visit, and I made no changes to the setting, except for some embellishments that were necessary for the story. It’s likely people would recognise this place if they visited it, having read my story.

Weekend At Wilderhope ManorWeekend at Wilderhope Manor

As above, this lesbian paranormal erotica is set in an amalgamation of country houses, though the library is the same (what can I say, the actual library is just so stunning it’s hard not to write about it!). The house name is real (though that wasn’t intentional, I only realised after it was published-oops!), the description of the outside is real, and the action that takes place in the garden is pulled from several beautiful British gardens I’ve been to. The image of the house is on the book cover, so people would probably recognise it—and indeed, it’s totally worth a visit and is one of my favourite mansions.

Bite With HeightBite with Height

All of this book is set in real places—with embellishments where necessary. The action takes place in Paris, and includes a branch of Starbucks, the Pigalle area, a bar in Montmartre and the Sacre-Coeur. The Sacre-Coeur itself is where a lot of the story takes place, and where the description is richest—everything here is totally based on what I remember from my visits, with one small exception. One of the main characters—a vampire—lives in the basilica in a room she’s furnished. I know there are rooms up there, but they’re not accessible to the public and I have no idea if living in one would be possible, but I’m allowed a little artistic licence, right? If you’ve been to this area of Paris, you would recognise all of the settings, except perhaps the bar, which isn’t described and the location is vague enough that you probably wouldn’t be able to pinpoint it.

Seducing the MythSeducing the Myth

And finally, my story, Down by the Pool, which is in this anthology, is set in a real place and based on a real legend. A mermaid legend about a pond high up on the Peak District moors. Totally bonkers, of course, since the Peak District is completely landlocked, so how would a mermaid get there? Anyway, Blake Mere—or the Mermaid Pool, as it’s also known—is 100% real, as is the area surrounding it, which is also described. If you visited, you’d definitely recognise it, and would hopefully get the hairs standing up on the back of your neck, as I did when I was writing the story. It’s a pretty eerie, strange place, and you’d probably be slightly creeped out, even if you didn’t read the story. But if you’re ever in the area, you should definitely check out the story first and find out more about the legend of the mermaid and her victims…

The Spanish StepsI think the longer I’ve been writing, the more I’ve been inspired by locations and that’s why increasingly I’m writing about real places. Some pieces I have out on submission, or are awaiting publication have settings including; Harrods, Borough Market, The Monument, Southwark Cathedral, Waterstones Piccadilly, The Ritz and Soho, all in London (not all the same story though!). I’ve also penned in locations including; Hunstanton, a seaside town in Norfolk, UK, and the Spanish Steps and surrounding area in Rome. I also have more stories planned with very real locations—so I’m definitely making the most of my travel bug!

I’ll stop waffling now, anyway. But I’d love to know if anyone reads anything of mine and visits the relevant area, or feels they can tell somewhere is a real place based on my descriptions. I’m intrigued to know the answers!

Monday Pimp: The Timeless Desire Collection

Hello, and a very Happy New Year to you all! I hope you had a good one with your loved ones. I had a fun but not overly crazy time with my family, which meant I was mercifully hangover-free the day after. Result!

My first post of the year is going to be a shameless Monday Pimp!

Timeless Desire Collection

The Timeless Desire Collection contains novellas from several Noble Romance Authors, and includes my story, Love Through Time. It’s available in paperback from Amazon UK, Amazon US and The Book Depository.

To long for a love lost, a love that never was, or a love one could only hope to gain . . . that desire never fades. From some of the newest and some of your all-time favorite Noble Romance authors, the Timeless Desire Collection is a selection of novellas guaranteed to warm your heart or fire up your libido. (Some might do both!)

The book is classed as sensual romance as some of the novellas within are hotter than others, but mine’s an erotic romance. Here’s a snippet from it for you:

Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive toward the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home, and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. She’d been invited. She had a job to do.

An elderly lady stood in the porch, smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the hall. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman at the door, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently to the side, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to enter. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.

Finally, the last of Westbury Hall’s visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single, stone step to the threshold, she took the hand already offered her.

Shaking Emily’s hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, “You must be Miss Stone.” Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her age, she was far from past it. “I’m Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor.”

“I am,” Emily replied, dropping her hand back to her side, “but please, call me Emily. It’s lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?”

Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.

“I do,” the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, “I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn’t worry about me disturbing you.”

“Oh no,” Emily said, worried she’d inadvertently rubbed Mrs. Thompson the wrong way. “I didn’t mean that. I was just curious. You’re more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson; although, I’m afraid you won’t see anything terribly exciting.”

Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily sighed silently with relief. She’d yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she’d been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.

“Oh, you’d be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall’s is particularly rich.”

Emily smiled. The woman’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Well then,” she replied, “I can’t wait to learn more about it. I hope you’ll feed me full of historical tidbits while I’m here?”

Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. “Come, my dear, I won’t hold you up any longer. I’ll show you to the library, where you’ll soon start uncovering Westbury’s illustrious history for yourself.”

I’ve read a couple of the other novellas within this collection and loved them, so as well as being biased about my own story (obviously) I can vouch for the fact that there is some superb reading nestling within the covers of this book! If you happen to buy it, I’d love to know what you think! 🙂