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New Release: Loose Ends by Lucy Felthouse

Loose EndsI’m delighted to announce the release of Loose Ends, from Resplendence Publishing. It’s actually a re-release, so if the blurb and excerpt sound familiar, please check to make sure you haven’t already read the book 🙂

It’s an erotic romance short story with a reunion/second chances theme. Here’s the blurb:

When Jonathan and Lauren met at University, it should have been the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Sadly, it wasn’t to be, and Jonathan became ‘the one that got away.’ Years later, at a University reunion, Jonathan shows up unexpectedly throwing Lauren into turmoil. The pair start talking, and soon all the old feelings come back. But will this time be different, or will their mutual affection continue to be unrequited?

And here’s an excerpt:

When Kat had called to tell me about the five-year University reunion, my reaction had been, “So?”

“Whaddya mean, so? You have to come! It’ll be a laugh. We’ll be able to find out how everyone’s getting on, what they’ve done with their lives and stuff.”

“Why do you want to know how everyone’s getting on? You’ve never bothered before and nor have I. I’ve only ever kept in touch with you and Alex, and there’s a bloody good reason for that.”

“Stop being such a stick in the mud! Come on, not everyone was that bad. There might be some interesting stories to hear. Somebody could be rich or famous. Or both!”

I stopped resisting. When Kat had a plan, it was futile to object.

So there I was with Kat and Alex, heading into the Student Union bar. I pushed open the double doors. It was as if we’d walked into some kind of time warp. The bar itself looked almost the same, a lick of paint here and there, but nothing major. As for the people, they seemed to have changed even less. Sure, they were better dressed (well, some of them were) and a little older, but everyone was the same.

The loner was still loitering at the very end of the bar, not engaging with anyone. The geeks had gravitated toward one another. The popular kids were strutting their stuff, their conversation no doubt as mindless and dull as it had always been. Kat, Alex and I were still hanging around together.

Nobody seemed to have brought partners. I hadn’t actually seen any information regarding the event. My intel had all come from Kat, so maybe partners weren’t invited. Or perhaps everyone just wanted to come alone and re-enact their young, free and single days.

Either way, it was going to be a looong night. I headed for the bar with Kat and Alex close behind.

“What’ll it be?” asked the barman, who looked to be a current student earning some extra cash. I suddenly felt old, despite not looking that much older than him.

“Make mine a vodka and Coke, no ice, please.”

As I turned to the girls to find out what they wanted, I saw the class busybody walking toward us. She smiled and waved.

“Better make that a double,” I amended. Then under my breath, “I think I’m gonna need it.”

Soon I remembered why I hadn’t been up for this in the first place. The busybody was driving me up the wall. My face and neck hurt from all the smiling and nodding. Jenny, or whatever her name was, was currently on maternity leave from her (wonderful) job. Her “perfect” husband had stayed home to look after their “delightful” children so she could come to the reunion and see how everyone was getting on. Despite this statement, she hadn’t asked any of us a single question. She was too busy talking about herself.

I zoned out of Jenny’s inane chatter and stared into the middle distance. Suddenly, something moved into my line of sight that snapped me back into the land of the living. Or should I say someone.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, gaining a disapproving look from Mrs. Busybody and puzzled ones from the girls.

“He’s fucking here!”

Intrigued? Grab your copy here. And happy reading!

TV Shows and Dipping into New Pairings

I don’t really think of myself as much of a TV watcher. I don’t watch soaps, or reality TV, or even the news, really. But I do watch quite a few dramas, namely Supernatural, True Blood, Being Human, The Vampire Diaries and many more. But the one that perhaps stands out the most – in that the others are all paranormal shows – is Strike Back. It’s a thriller/military show, nicknamed by my other half’s friend as “tits and guns.” It’s currently in its third series, Vengeance, and I love it! Yes, there are tits and guns, but there are also fabulous plots, fascinating locations, and men in uniform. And out of it.

The two main characters, Michael Stonebridge and Damien Scott are part of an elite military unit, called Section 20. It’s very covert, spy-ish, terrorist-catching type stuff. And the two men do all the field work. They’re also both pretty damn hot, and the dynamic between the two characters is fantastic. Which is how TV shows led me into writing a new pairing.

I’ve written m/f, f/f, m/f/m and f/f/m before, but I hadn’t gotten around to writing any m/m. But Michael Stonebridge and Damien Scott pushed me into it. With their sexiness and their attitude and the way they bounce off one another (verbally, I mean!), it just had to be done.

Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t fanfic. It’s just the idea of the characters and their military status I’ve wound into my dirty little tale. And boy, is it dirty. Here’s more info:

DitchedPrivate Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?

And an excerpt:

“This can’t be fucking right!” said Lance Corporal Michael Scott, checking his map for the umpteenth time.

“I can assure you, Scott, that it fucking is,” responded his colleague, Private Damien Stone. He nudged the other man, pointed to a place on his own map, then raised his arm and indicated a rise in the ground in the near distance.

“See, that’s that long barrow, so we are in the right place.”

Looking at the barrow—one of the many on Salisbury Plain—then down at the map, and finally at his compass, Scott had to agree.

“So where the fuck are they, then?”

Stone had no answer for that one. He looked up into the lightening sky, which in the distance was being slowly tinged with pink, but saw no sign of their pick-up helicopter. Straining to hear even the faintest sound of rotor blades, Stone remained silent. Hearing nothing, he shrugged.

“Dunno. Perhaps we got the time wrong, or something?”

“I hope not, otherwise they’ve gone without us!”

“Nah. We’re early, if anything. The sun’s only just coming up.”

Sighing, Scott stuffed his map and compass into a pocket, and said, “Well, I guess we’d better find somewhere to shelter. I don’t like the look of that.”

The that he was talking about was an ominous-looking black cloud being buffeted in their direction by the wind, which was picking up rapidly.

“With you on that one.”

On an unspoken command, the two of them immediately split up and started to look around for somewhere they could keep out of the wind and imminent rain. It wasn’t long before Scott shouted out, and Stone immediately turned and headed in the direction of his colleague’s voice.

When Stone arrived, Scott had already removed his backpack and dropped it into the ditch he’d found and was striding down the slope to join it. Luckily, there’d been no rain over the past few days so the ground was dry. If the coming rainstorm ended up being heavy, it was entirely possible they’d get wet arses, but for now at least they’d be reasonably comfortable.

Following his colleague’s example, Stone shrugged off his pack. Turning, he saw that Scott was standing with his arms out, ready to catch it. Tossing it, he gave a curt nod of thanks before heading down into the ditch.

Once there, he saw that some scrub covered a couple of sizeable rocks, meaning that they would at least be able to sit down. It would have to rain pretty damn hard for the water level in the ditch to get as high as the top of the rocks, so they’d be all right until the chopper arrived.

He hoped.

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My next post is a little later in the month, where I’ll be talking scary stuff! See you then 🙂

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!