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Monday Pimp: I Kissed a Girl edited by Regina Perry

I Kissed a GirlThis version of I Kissed A Girl comes from Black Lace, and is a combination of the original I Kissed A Girland I Kissed A Girl II anthologies from Ravenous Romance. It contains two of my stories, one from each volume.

Everyone’s heard the Katy Perry song but have you ever been tempted…?

An anthology of hot erotic short stories featuring women drawn to experiment with their own sex.

This diverse collection travels the globe proving that women from every walk of life and culture are curious and eager to explore their full sexuality…with each other.

Contributors include: C. Margery Kempe, Louisa Bacio, Inara Lavey, Samantha Jones, K. Ann Karlsson, Kilt Kilpatrick, Nola Erus, Farrah J. Phoenix, Jen Bluekissed, L.A. Mistral, Lucy Felthouse, Regina Perry

Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/i-kissed-a-girl/

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Nimble Fingers

It was the guitarist that did it for me; tall and athletic-looking with a mop of dark hair. And oh, those fingers. Long, slim and nimble with tidy nails, they manipulated the instrument into making the most intoxicating sounds I’d ever heard. The floor vibrated, the atmosphere was electric. I was hooked.

The place was packed. I listened to the band play with people singing and dancing all around me. They waved their arms, sloshing drinks everywhere and good-naturedly jostling one another. Despite all that, I felt like the only people in the room were the guitarist and I.

I watched those fingers glide up and down the fret board and wondered how they’d feel against my skin. Would there be calluses, dry skin perhaps, to chafe my most delicate parts? I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was deeply in lust and wanted those hands touching me, pleasuring me, delighting me.

I was quite surprised by the intensity of my feelings – after all, we’d never even met. I’d simply observed her from the floor. Yes, you read that correctly. Her. I’d shocked myself by developing a crush on a woman. It’d never happened before and it’s never happened since. But she was special, different somehow.

I watched her, fascinated and in awe. I was like a rabbit caught in headlights; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She captivated me, almost as if she’d cast a spell to make me hers, and hers alone. But of course, she never even knew I was alive.

Towards the end of the first set, the lead singer announced they were taking a break after their next song. As the music died down, so did the audience. They began to make moves towards the bar and restrooms, in anticipation of huge queues at either. I stayed put. I watched her play the final notes of the piece, fingers a blur and her wild hair swaying as she tossed her head with abandon in time to the music. Beautiful.

I stood glued to the spot as the rest of the group put down microphones and drumsticks. I watched as she bent her neck forward to pull the guitar’s strap over her head and place the instrument on a nearby stand. Then, she looked up. A spark of energy pulsed through me as we made eye contact. She smiled, and I was in heaven. Then she left the stage and headed where any sane person would – the bar.

I was thrilled. She’d smiled at me. Then, I berated myself for being such an idiot. She was just being polite, like anyone would. There was no point reading anything into it. As I was busy having this internal argument with myself, I was standing in the same spot I’d been all night; receiving odd looks from people who were milling around, getting drinks, chatting to friends, going for a smoke.

Suddenly, those odd looks changed to ones of interest, and in some cases, jealousy. I sensed a presence by my side, and turned. There she was, stood next to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She smiled again, and handed me one of the two bottles she was carrying. I took it from her, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“You looked as though you needed one. I’m Samantha, but most people call me Sam.”

“T-thanks,” I stuttered, brain stumbling to catch up with events, “I’m Jessica.”

“Good to meet you.” Sam stuck out her hand, and we shook. It was all I could do not to stare down at her hand, imagining once again what I’d like to have it and its twin do to me. I kept my eyes firmly focused on hers.

Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/i-kissed-a-girl/

Monday Pimp: Finally Found

Lover Unexpected: Sappho EditionHurrah! I have another new release. Yes, I bring you more lesbian erotic romance goodness courtesy of my story, Finally Found, which appears in Evernight Publishing’s recently released Lover Unexpected: Sappho Edition anthology.

Here’s the antho blurb:

Girlfriends share lots of things, including their most sinful secrets. When those secrets involve love, lust and long denied desire, sparks are sure to fly. And sometimes, there is no denying the need for a woman’s touch. In this volume you’ll find seven delicious stories of sensual, daring women who open their hearts to discover love, fulfillment and satisfaction—closer than they expected.

And here’s an excerpt from my story:

Chapter One

Natalia smiled as she caught sight of the familiar redhead sitting in the hotel bar. Thankful for the thick carpet masking her footsteps, she walked towards her friend from the back, ensuring she wouldn’t be seen. Then, she slipped her hands over her eyes.

“Guess who?”

An excitable squeak, then, “Oh, I don’t know. Is it Scarlett Johansson?”

“Hmm, close, but not quite. Guess again.”

“Oh, shut up you silly cow, and come here.”

With that, the redhead stood and turned, throwing her arms around Natalia and pulling her into a tight hug. “Hey, gorgeous. I missed you! How are you?”

“I missed you too, Ashleigh. I’m good, thanks. How about you? You look great.”

Disentangling from their embrace, Ashleigh looked down at her clingy black top and skinny jeans and shrugged. “Thanks. I’m okay, I guess. All the better for seeing you. It feels like forever! Come on, sit down. Let’s get a drink.”

They sat down, and a waiter appeared. Natalia suspected he’d been waiting at a safe distance until they’d finished their enthusiastic greeting.

He smiled. “What can I get you ladies?”

Natalia looked at her watch. “You know what, it’s Saturday and it’s after twelve. I’ll have a glass of white wine please.”

Ashleigh piped up. “Make it a bottle. Thanks.”

The waiter nodded, gave a little bow and walked away.

“So,” Natalia said, settling back into the plush armchair, “how was your journey? I always find getting into London a total nightmare, but it’s not so bad once you’re here. The Tube may be sweaty and crowded, but it’s damn fast!”

Ashleigh nodded. “It was all right, actually. The train into the city was on time and not very busy, and, like you say, the Tube is quick and easy. It was pretty stress-free. You?”

“Much the same. I’m just glad we’re finally here. I can’t believe it’s been a year since we’ve seen each other. It’s so easy to forget that when we talk almost every day.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just life gets in the way, doesn’t it? Especially as we live so far apart. And then there was all that stuff with Kayla…”

Natalia didn’t know how to respond to that, so she just nodded sagely. Kayla had been Ashleigh’s live-in girlfriend, until the discovery of some text messages and emails tipped Ashleigh off that she was being cheated on. Despite all of Kayla’s pleas and declarations of true and undying love, Ashleigh had no intention of being a doormat, so she’d thrown Kayla out, and that was the end of it.

Of course, Natalia had known that Kayla was going to be thrown out before Kayla did. As soon as Ashleigh had found the incriminating missives, she’d gotten straight on the phone to Natalia for advice. And as much as Natalia wanted to tell her friend to get the hell rid of the cheating bitch, she also wanted her to be happy, so instead she’d asked if Ashleigh if she thought she was being too hasty.

“Fuck no,” Ashleigh had replied, “as far as I’m concerned, she’s destroyed my trust, and once that happens things are never the same, so it’s not worth it. And if I meant that much to her, she wouldn’t have done it, would she?”

Natalia had been inclined to agree. And although she was glad Kayla was off the scene—even aside from the fact that Natalia had been in love with Ashleigh since their University days, she’d never liked Kayla—she still hadn’t plucked up the courage to confess her own feelings to her friend. She probably never would—there was too much at stake. Their friendship spanned over ten years, and Natalia didn’t want to risk losing that.

Tempted? Grab your copy here.

Monday Pimp: Off the Beaten Track and We Love Lucy

Hey everyone! I’ve had a busy couple of weeks, what with going on holiday to Rome for a few days (which has given me lots of inspiration) and having four new releases in seven days, eek!

Don’t worry, I’m not going to bombard you with them all… just two! So here goes:

Off the Beaten TrackOff the Beaten Track

When workaholic Libby Strong’s friends and family make her take a long overdue holiday, she’s not impressed. A week of lounging by a swimming pool and doing nothing is not her idea of fun. In an act of rebellion, she books a day trip, touring in a jeep. When her guide arrives, Libby’s astonished to discover she’s the only patron going on the trip. But as hunky Demetrio takes her off the beaten track and deep into the beautiful Portuguese countryside, she soon leaves her worries behind and hangs on tight for the ride of her life.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/off-the-beaten-track/

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We Love LucyWe Love Lucy (the title wasn’t my idea, before anyone thinks I have my head up my own arse)

House of Erotica brings you a thrilling collection of Lucy Felthouse’s best erotic fiction. From BDSM, M/F to F/F, this extensive range of exciting stories will leave you desperately wanting to read on…

Stories included: While The Boys Are Away, Beside The Seaside, The Inner Circle, Susie White and the Right Hand Man, Punish Me Good, Trophy Boyfriend, On the Prowl, A Stroke of Peach, Double Vision, Miri on the Wall.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/we-love-lucy/

I’ll be back later in the month with my contribution to the Dirty Birdies June theme of locations for our stories. See you then! 🙂