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A Sneaky Peek from Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Hi everyone,

As promised in my last post, here’s a sneaky peek of what I’ve been up to, and what’s coming soon.

Currently, I’m working on a short story for an anthology, which I’m really enjoying. So let’s hope the publisher enjoys it too and says yes when I submit it. Following that, another anthology submission for another publisher. Following that, I’m hoping to start work on extending what is currently a novella called Hiding in Plain Sight. It’s had a bit of a rocky journey, you see. It was originally written for ARe Books, and they accepted it and it was due to release on the 1st February. Well… then it all went wrong, didn’t it? Luckily I got the rights returned to me really quickly, so I decided to self-publish it. But it’s not been that simple…

When I first started writing the book, I didn’t know quite where it was going to go. But it ran longer, and longer, and I soon realised it wanted to be the first book in a series. Which was fine. But I’ve now decided I do want it to be a series, but a series of novels, rather than novellas. Hence the delay in releasing the book. It could be released as is, but I want to continue the story of the main characters in this book, rather than another one. I hope it will be worth the wait! What makes it all the more exciting is that this is my first spy thriller!

Here’s an exclusive snippet from the start of the book:

Mallory Scott spotted the people she was looking for as soon as she walked into the hotel bar. Hell, she hadn’t even needed to search, they were being so loud and obnoxious that they were practically screaming for attention.

Stupid, in Mallory’s opinion. If you’re going to run an international diamond scam, then surely you’d want to keep a low profile? But no, apparently these guys didn’t give a shit. Not only were they screaming for attention, and getting it, she noticed, as other patrons of the bar shot them the occasional glare, they were also projecting the fact that they were filthy rich. They were supping on the most expensive champagne money could buy and asking if they could have some oysters and caviar brought in. The overwhelming arrogance made her blood boil, but she consoled herself with the fact that by the time she was done with them, they’d be taken down by more than a peg or two—they’d be at rock bottom.

Heading for a table in a position where she could watch them, but remain partially hidden behind a pillar, she shook her head. She could hardly believe they’d kept their multi-million-pound enterprise going for so long. If they ran their operation as sloppily as their current behavior indicated they might, it was a miracle indeed.

Not that it mattered. They could be running the tightest ship ever known to man, and she would still find a way to take them down. It was what she did. For years now, she’d been successfully infiltrating illegal operations of varying kinds, then gradually dismantling them from the inside. Before the criminals realized what was happening, it was too late, their wrists were practically in the handcuffs, their asses on their way to jail.

This project was different from the ones she usually handled. Her past takedowns included terrorist plots, kidnappings, drugs, people trafficking… that kind of thing. She’d been involved because sending in police or military personnel wouldn’t work. Not in those particular circumstances, anyway. To be truly effective, Mallory needed to infiltrate the organizations at the top, gain their trust, or at least enough trust to allow her to snoop, anyway, and acquire evidence of their involvement to ensure their convictions. Otherwise, rushing in and stopping the terrorists, saving people and so on, important as that was, would only affect a tiny part of the organization. It was vital to dismantle the whole thing, from the big bosses and the money men, right down to the minions doing the leg work.

An added bonus to this approach was that the victims of these organizations, as well as being saved, would get a sense of justice having been done to those that hurt them, and the knowledge that they’d never get the opportunity to do it again. It was dangerous but fulfilling work, and Mallory couldn’t imagine doing anything else. She loved the adrenaline rush, the challenge.

And the challenge element was precisely why this job was different. In as much as it wasn’t supposed to be particularly challenging. Intel gathered over the past year had pinpointed the what, the who, though they couldn’t yet put faces to names, the where and the how, and that had been done covertly, without the need for an undercover operative. All that remained in this case was to find out the when, so they could be caught in the act. It should have been simple, really. But the group was careful, exceedingly so. One of their number was a hacker, meaning that trying to access their emails, internet search histories and voicemails, or tap their phones was a no-go. They were smart.

Which meant the only option remaining was the old-fashioned approach.

A honey trap. It was Mallory’s job to attract the attention of one of the men in the group, hell, even one of the women if any of them swung that way—and slowly, slowly cultivate and exploit their relationship in order to get the information she needed. Then boom, another international criminal enterprise would bite the dust.

Which brought Mallory to her current position, dressed up in ludicrously expensive designer gear and half-hiding behind a pillar in the bar of one of Amsterdam’s most exclusive hotels. Someone less experienced than Mallory might have found the idea of staying out of sight ridiculous. The aim was to get the attention of one of the gang members, after all. But Mallory was at the top of her game, the very best of the best, and she knew damn well that putting in a little groundwork early on would pay off in spades. Before she did anything, before she so much as batted an eyelash in the direction of the gang, she needed to identify her target. It was pointless trying to eye-fuck with a bloke from across the room, only to discover he preferred men, or was happily married. That would attract the wrong kind of attention. When she did get noticed by the group, she wanted it to be for the right reasons, and on her terms. If they caught even so much as a whiff of her deception, it would be game over.

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In the meantime, my latest release (well, re-release) was A Different Kind of Cosplay, if you want to check it out!

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), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 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 or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Welcoming 2017! (@KaceyHammell) #Writing #Author #ComingSoon

 

Good morning all! And hello to 2017!! I, for one, am glad to say goodbye to 2016. It was a difficult year — personally, professionally, for the world and everywhere in between. But going into the new year, I’m filled with some optimism and hope. My hubby says “it can’t get worse”. I beg to differ but that’s too gloom and doom. I don’t want to focus on all that negativity.

We ended Christmas day with a death in my family but from that sadness I (and my mom, whose father passed), we came away with one another and a strong connection of mother/daughter and how much her father meant to her. He was a man she had differences with but in the end had a great bond she can cherish. So the hope and love we always find solace in is stronger than ever and reminds me that family and love will always wrap their arms around us and keep us together. It reminded me about how romantic my grandparents were as well. They would have been married over 60 years and that number of years for a couple is quite unheard of these days. My hubby and I are approaching 16 years and we’ve never been happier together, despite the bumps in the road.

Writing romance, for me, is inspired by those previous generations (we are a family with no divorces), and how a simple song will prompt a dance around the kitchen (or a way to say goodbye at a funeral), a light touch down the arm rejuvenates that connection and heat between that couple. And thanks to my hubby, every day a simple kiss on the forehead a few times a day, has me closing my eyes and loving him completely, with his love wrapping around me like a blanket.

I hope all of you have those kinds of moments with the person they love this year and beyond.

And quickly, just FYI since I touched upon writing, I have a new release coming out next week — January 11th!

 

Payback’s a Bitch — a short quick, steamy hot erotica that was so satisfying to write. To learn more, visit here >> https://kaceyhammell.com/bookshelf-2/paybacksabitch

Contemporary Erotica
Publisher: EvernightPublishing.com
Release date: January 11, 2017

 

 

 

Until next time, be well, be safe!

Happy Reading!

Kacey xo
http://www.kaceyhammell.com

 

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Happy Holidays!! (@KaceyHammell) #Writing #Author

Good morning everyone! Happy Holidays!

The days are flying by faster and faster, aren’t they? It feels like we just celebrated Christmas last year. Summer flew by in the blink of an eye. We had a long hot drought through this summer and I was glad to see it end. But now there’s white stuff covering everything. Looks pretty but makes for some treacherous road conditions.

Kids start their Christmas holidays here at the end of the day tomorrow. My boys have never been happier to see the holidays arrive. School isn’t what it used to be, they are finding the teachers sarcastic and grumpy, and butting into their personal lives. I could go on for hours about a conversation I had with the principal last week, but I’ll spare you those details.

I just celebrated my 42nd birthday last week. It was phenomenal. I’m not one who cares about birthdays much or getting older, but it was lovely to have the kids and hubby spoil me rotten a bit extra. I never turn down presents or extra hugs and kisses! LOL

Book wise, I’m writing 2 stories at the moment. Back and forth and both are going well, but not fast enough – for my liking. I’ve been trying to take it one day at a time, write 2-3  one hour sprints during the day to keep myself moving and get other things accomplished as well but it’s not always as many words as I hope for at the end of every day.

I also received edits from my publisher for my next release, “Payback’s a Bitch” (formerly pubbed Prank Me), which will be out in the new year. It is such a fun story. I loved writing it, and the opportunity to add to it for re-release. I love revisiting old characters.

So watch for that book next year, as well as “Guarding His Anchor” (Canadian Muscle #2, sequel to Guarding Midnight). And of course more as each story is completed. I can’t wait to share new books with you.

Until next year, have a wonderful and safe holiday! May all your loved ones surround you with love and laughter throughout the holidays, and may all your prayers be answered.

Kacey
xoxoxo

www.kaceyhammell.com