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Wednesday, 7 October 2015

WMS: Release Blitz: Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse

Out Now! – Eyes Wide Open 
by Lucy Felthouse 

#erotica #romance #bdsm #menage #mmf


A standalone novel from the Totally Five Star imprint.

An ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers their sexy secret?

Fiona Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later, she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do, career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel, she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned. Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of her league.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is something she’d never even considered before, something that piques her interest.

After discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found knowledge?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play, spanking, sex toys and bondage.


Continuing to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit her that this was the first time in months that she’d looked at a man with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! But, ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at her, she realized that it wasn’t surprising that the pair had attracted her attention.
The tailored business suits would draw the eye even on an ugly guy. But on these two, the fine clothing was practically an orgasm for the gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to her meant that she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.
The one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this distance and perspective.
The one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out close up, preferably naked.
Shocked at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to herself, that she made it worse. Snatching up the thick linen serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth as she spluttered in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. By now, she was sure that the whole damn restaurant was staring at her, and she wished the tablecloths reached the floor, like the ones in the restaurant upstairs, so she could hide under the table until she regained her composure.
Swallowing repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.
“Oh God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could help.”
Unable to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay, but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge to hide underneath the table grew stronger. Christ, it was only the hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, his sexy friend with the green eyes was also hovering close by, concern etched into his handsome features.
Managing to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”
Just then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all right? Anything else I can get you?”

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. 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

Monday, 5 October 2015

RBTL Tours: Braid of Tongues by Monica David

Title: Braid of Tongues 

Author: Monica David 
Series: Braids Series (#1)
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: May 27 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print


What if your perfectly contented life was suddenly turned upside down and you were forced to face a decision you never imagined you’d have to?
Ariane Reis has a husband who loves her, a young son and a cosy family routine.
When she starts a new job in the heart of London, she has no idea she is about to embark on a scorching sensory journey of eroticism and self-discovery that will irrevocably alter her life.
Luka Volkov is a smart and unnervingly intense Russian on her team. He is young, sharp and insatiable. He doesn’t just seduce her body. He seduces her mind and the very essence of her being.
Despite the emotional angst she finds herself in, Ariane must fight to get through the impossible task of untangling love from lust, or risk losing everything she holds dear. The problem is - not everything is black and white. 
A story both delightful and heartbreaking about regular people in unanticipated circumstances.

Book Links:
Amazon UK
Amazon US

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As fast as I can, I get inside the cottage. It’s dark, but the outside light shining through the window is enough. I go around the sofa towards the three doors, giggling away. No harm done. Maybe Olivia is olfactory impaired and didn’t notice I stink of weed.
I open a door. Merda. This is somebody’s room. Giggle Giggle Giggle. I close the door as quietly as possible and go over to the second door. Merda. Another room. I shake my head and turn the handle of the third door. It’s locked. I must be stoned out of my head. Where’s the door to the corridor that leads to the stairs? I look around and spot a stairway on the other side of the lounge. That must be it.
A door unlocks and opens unexpectedly behind me and my body jerks towards it, startled.
The sight takes a while to register. Standing in the doorway, lit from behind, is Luka, wearing nothing but a white towel around his hips. I turn every possible shade of red.
“Oh Merda! Sorry! ...”
He looks as taken aback as I am. Is he in the wrong cottage? Am I? Of course I am, I’m stoned and in a boys cottage with an almost naked Russian.
His chest is hairier than I imagined, but not like a Latin man, tidier, and he is surprisingly toned. My eyes glue themselves onto the V line, below his belly button, the shadows playing with his muscles. I can’t move.
“Hello, Ariane,” at last he whispers.
I close my mouth and swallow.
“Er. Hello. I’m so sorry. I’m in the ... I must be in the wrong house.”
I turn to leave and hit an armchair.
“Merda. Sorry.” My linguistic prowess is sure to impress him. He has a decidedly thrilled expression.
“Don’t go,” he whispers.
He closes the distance between us. Oh dear lord. I’m nailed to the floor. My attention drifts back to the V that disappears into the towel, and I curse the terrible lighting. He stops mere inches away and his freshly showered scent reaches me.
“Have you been smoking?”
I take a half step back.
“No. I ... Me and ... I bumped into a few people ... they offered me some. No big deal.”
“I see.”
My entire body responds to his proximity as surely as if he were touching me. But Luka doesn’t touch me. Instead he murmurs, “Look at me, Ariane.”
And it is then, tilting my head upwards, that I lose my eyes in the shadowy blur of his. I have to go to my room. I have to turn around and get out of here. Except that I’m frozen to the spot.
My mind reels with thoughts forming and thoughts fleeing and thoughts conflicting and thoughts merging and I don’t know if it is because of the wine, the joints, or the incredibly handsome man before me, but I have cravings in me, so sweet, so brutal that I suddenly hear my own voice whispering, “Please ...”

Author Information:

Monica David was born in Zimbabwe but she grew up in Portugal, by the sea. She has been living in London for nearly two decades, initially on and off in between travels and now permanently with her family. In addition to writing, Monica loves to read, photograph and travel. She values kindness, honesty and a good sense of humour.