Off the Shelf – An Erotic Romance Novella – is FREE on Amazon!
Yes, you heard right! Lucy Felthouse’s erotic romance novella, Off the Shelf, is FREE on Amazon for a limited time.
From 11th – 15th July ONLY, you will be able to download this hot erotic romance to your Kindle without spending a penny.
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At 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?
And a saucy excerpt to get you going…
Pushing the ‘on’ button, Annalise moved the vibrator down between her parted legs and eased it inside her eager pussy. As the ears of the Rampant Rabbit slid into position on her clit, she groaned with pleasure and rolled her hips, desperate to get more delicious friction. Then she pressed another button on the toy’s control panel to ramp up the power another notch. As much as she’d prefer a slower build-up to her orgasm, she just didn’t have the time. She had to leave for the airport in a couple of hours, and she hadn’t even packed her case. A quick knee-trembler would have to suffice.
As the vibrator buzzed away between her thighs, Annalise closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind of anything but the pleasure she was experiencing. After a brief flirtation with the thought that she’d much prefer a hot man between her legs bringing her to orgasm, Annalise simply enjoyed the feeling of her impending climax. The busily-vibrating bunny ears pressed tightly against her sensitive flesh soon had her pussy fluttering. Then, without warning, Annalise was quickly yanked onto her pleasure plateau and immediately pushed off, leaving her writhing and shouting on the bed as a powerful orgasm overtook her body.
Annalise arched her back as waves of pleasure crashed over her, and her cunt clenched and grabbed at the toy buried deep inside. Her swollen clit throbbed, quickly becoming too sensitive for the unrelenting stimulation from the vibrator. Switching it off and pulling out, Annalise dropped the toy onto the mattress by her side and gave a satisfied moan as she rode out the remainder of her climax. Finally, when the twitches and spasms had abated and her heart rate and breathing were almost back to normal, Annalise grabbed the Rabbit and rolled across to the side of her bed where the toy box was kept. She made short but thorough work of cleaning it, then reluctantly put it in its case, popped it into the small bedside cupboard and shut the door.
Annalise hated leaving her favourite toy behind when she went away, but she just wasn’t brave enough to take it with her. She usually only took carry-on luggage, and the very thought of the distinctive shape of the Rampant Rabbit popping up on the screen of the airport scanners made her shudder. It would be bad enough for the staff to see it on their monitors, knowing what it was and giving her knowing looks; imagine what would happen if they decided to check inside her bags! She would want to curl up and die of embarrassment, she just knew it.
No, it was much better off staying here. She could make do with her right hand for a few days. Even better, she might even meet someone. Annalise smiled. She’d had some pretty steamy encounters on her travels. The desk clerk in Dubai, the gym manager in Turkey, the waiter in Corfu…
Annalise shook herself. This wasn’t the time to let her mind wander down that path and get herself all worked up. She had to go and get ready now. There’d be plenty of time for daydreaming later, when she was in long and boring queues, and on the flight.
So go on, what are you waiting for? Bag your copy quick, while it’s FREE! And if you like it, be sure to leave a review for others to read.
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
We’re thrilled to welcome British author Keith Brighouse to our pages today, here to talk about his new release, The Peep Show!
Politics And Sex
There was a time when sex and politics was strictly a ‘no no’, it just didn’t happen. Politicians were married to asexual wives who had children through immaculate conception and the odd politician who had a beautiful wife, the wife was so beautiful, one couldn’t imagine the politician straying into someone else’s bed. In a time before the communications revolution, secrets on the whole, could be kept in-house, and while politicians had sex, in theory at least, it was just impossible to imagine it.
How things have changed, such is the low public opinion of politicians, we expect them to spend half their lives with their trousers around their ankles. Now it isn’t so much a question of whether they’re having sex, but what type of sex are they having? And how taboo is it? A simple sexual affair no longer means the end of a politician’s career, in Britain at least, it all depends on the circumstances. A politician who never pontificates on moral matters, and never spouts on the sanctity of marriage, will on the whole, have no career damage if his (I say his, as it is almost always a man) affairs are made public in the tabloid.
In Britain we have had a whole raft of politicians being exposed as philanderers over the last twenty years with no negative impact on their careers. It is the type of affair and its context that matters, not the actual act itself. Politicians who have beautiful wives are thought to be more likely to stray, after all, they have the gift of attracting beautiful women, and for politicians to have such a gift, one expects them to be underhanded enough to use it. There simply have been too many revelations in our modern age where secrets are almost impossible to keep. One Conservative government minister, the aristocratic Alan Clark, not only bedded another man’s wife but his two daughters too. Ex-Prime Minister John Major had a four year affair with ex-Minister and MP, Edwina Currie, much to the amusement of the British nation. We also now have openly gay government ministers who are quite happy to be seen with their lovers in public and not an eye-brow is raised. It wasn’t so long ago a mere rumour of being gay, never mind the brazen act of being openly gay and having a lover, would have, if not immediately ended a political career, would have sent it into a nosedive from which it would have never recovered.
According to English poet Philip Larkin, Sex began in 1963/ Between Lady Chatterley’s Lover/ and the Beatles first LP. Well not exactly. In British politics it was 1961 when the seeds of the Profumo Affair took root, when John Profumo, the British Minister of State for War had an affair with a beautiful young woman, Christine Keeler, who the press labeled a call girl, who was also having an affair with a Russian spy at the time. It led to an almost immediate end of the Minister’s career, who had lied in Parliament to keep the affair secret. It was a sexual scandal which played a major part in the then Conservative government losing the following election. It was a sex scandal in a more puritanical age when politicians were expected to be honest (how naïve!), moral (what a laugh!) and with all the integrity of your local bank manager (once you have stopped laughing, I’ll carry on). Now, in a more cynical age, all politicians are tainted and no one expects them to be honest and moral, and integrity belongs to the naïve past. However, such a view has had the positive affect of allowing politicians to have a sex life, as long as their ‘willy waving’ is kept within acceptable boundaries.
George, the politician in my story ThePeepShow doesn’t just break one taboo but several. His story is based on a story I was told about by an actual owner of a London peep show, and the person who told me vowed it was true, though I remain skeptical. I have made fictional enhancements for the benefit of the romp. For me, George is a sympathetic figure, a lonely man looking for solace, one could question his judgment but he certainly isn’t predatory, but people for the most part, judge actions, not motive. Not only does George frequent seedy sex establishments, already enough for the tabloids to create a week of lurid headlines but he is having an affair with one of the young strippers there, the gorgeous Oliva. To make matters worst, in our times of hysterical pedophilia, the young woman in question is not only young enough to be his daughter but comes from a comfortable bourgeois family. Now this might seem trivial but not to the tabloids. One might expect a young working class girl of morals loose enough to work in such a sex establishment to anchor herself onto an affluent man. However, a young woman like Olivia, from an upright family and with a good upbringing and a bright future to be working in such a place and on the arm of a ‘dirty old man’, one assumes she must have been groomed and taken advantage of. Along with the devastation caused to his family, George would suffer trial-by-tabloid and be found guilty if his story leaked out. He would be forever marked as the sleazy politician who used his money and influence to corrupt an innocent young women. Truth! What of it?
Despite us thinking we live in a more worldly, more liberal age, we have merely redrawn the boundaries to render our own hypocrisies redundant. As always, we rationalize and justify our own behaviours by widening the boundaries for other people. When it comes to politicians, the public is still largely puritan, expecting better behavior from them than from ourselves. We are allowed our peccadilloes because they only affect us and those near to us, but for politicians, how can they possibly run the country properly if they have no sense of decorum when it comes to sex, as though sex interferes in their ability to run the economy. Rightly or wrongly, I suspect their economic competence or incompetence has more effect on the economy than which way their pendulum swings.
London’s backstreet “peep show” acts as a crossroads for four fascinating people: Lucien, the misogynistic and perverse owner who takes advantage of his sexy employees every chance he can get; gorgeous, young Olivia, who performs in the peep show as a way of rebelling against her strict upbringing; Sharon, the curvy and lusty career stripper; and George, a politician at the end of his game who seeks a diversion at the peep show from his miserable marriage and career, and comes out with more than he bargained for. The story unfolds as the characters clash together and come apart, and come together again. In the end, for each of them, sex is both the problem and the solution.
Keith Brighouse was born in Liverpool, England, in 1955 and grew up in a coal mining village in Yorkshire from the age of four. On leaving school he traveled widely, working in many countries, mostly employed in menial jobs, fitting in his art education along the way, which all gave him an education in life. He also worked in the probation service for a time, offenders being an important source of many of his ideas and caused him to question many mainstream values. He now devotes his time to art and writing poetry, dividing his time between Rotterdam and Berlin. Writing prose is a new venture. Find him at: www.keithbrighouse.nl and http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1110926737 and http://www.borisandbettybad.blogspot.com/
Reluctant Romance: Guys and Girls by Various Authors
Sometimes true love is reluctant to blossom and needs a little bit of coaxing in order to come out. But a strong will and a heart filled with determination will triumph every time! The authors of the Bigger Briefs present to you these m/f tales of lovers who just need a gentle prod to push them into the relationship they’ve been yearning for.
Lori very carefully re-folded the twenty and put it safely in her pocket. She didn’t want to run the chance of smearing the numbers any more than they already were.
Confidence fueled her steps as she checked on the last of her customers. It wasn’t her imagination. Julian really was checking her out. But for what? He was a sophisticated looking guy, what could he possibly want with her? Probably looking for an easy lay.
Her heart sank a little at that notion. Nothing ever came easy in her life and it was no use getting her hopes set too high that Julian really liked her. All she could offer was love, and sometimes that just wasn’t enough.
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The twenty dollar bill propped up against her bedside lamp taunted her. Every time she saw it she was tempted to call, but she hadn’t. The fear of disappointment was just too high. By not calling Julian, the fantasy of the unknown wouldn’t be crushed if he did turn out to be a slimy bastard who only wanted one thing.
It had been three days since she saw Julian. He hadn’t tried to contact her and that was telling in itself . Had he truly wanted to get to know her, then he would have called the pizzeria or stopped by. But he hadn’t.
The crowd was light for a Tuesday evening. She tended to her tables in a mundane fashion. Just going through the motions until she could go back to her apartment and stare at the stupid twenty again. At a set of numbers she would never ever have the courage to call.
It was fifteen minutes to closing when the bell chimed on the front door. She didn’t have the energy to shout a greeting or tell them they’d be closing soon. One of the other waitresses could handle it.
At a light tap on her shoulder, she clasped her chest in fear as she spun around. Her mouth fell open; Julian stood in front of her, a shocked expression on his face, his hands held up in the air.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Just as her heartbeat had started to fall back to a normal rhythm, it spiked again. The object of her desire stood right in front of her, his upper lip curled into a very enticing grin.