Book Spotlight~ Lucy Felthouse’s Mean Girls

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Mean Girls by Lucy Felthouse

Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.

As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/mean-girls/

Excerpt:

As usual, Adele Blackthorne felt the weight of gazes on her as she walked from the changing room to the steps to get into the swimming pool. She was used to it by now, and had learned not to react, to just carry on as though she hadn’t noticed people staring and not-so-subtly pointing at her.

With a polite nod to Oliver, the lifeguard, as she passed him, Adele was grateful for his much more favorable reaction. If he thought she resembled a beached whale, he hid it much better than everyone else did. The warmth in his eyes as he nodded back even looked genuine. But she had no illusions, he probably slagged her off the moment he got into the staffroom, or home, talking about the fat woman who went swimming three times a week without fail. But for now, she’d pretend he didn’t. Pretend he thought she was sexy, and wanted to get lost in her abundant curves. God knows she’d like him to.

It was true, she was a big girl and she was most definitely aware of it. Ever since she’d gotten to the age where her excess weight could no longer be called puppy fat, she’d tried to do something about it. Every diet under the sun, ridiculous amounts of exercise… nothing worked. Adele had grown so depressed in her teens that she’d become bulimic. Naturally, she’d lost some weight that way, but she’d also made herself so ill that she’d had to be hospitalized. It had terrified the life out of her, and ever since, she’d resolved that she’d much rather be healthy than skinny.

Which was why she visited her local leisure center three times a week. She used the gym and sauna, and went swimming. And every single time she went, she’d catch someone gawping at her. But because of the years she’d spent—especially at school—being called all the names under the sun, she’d developed an incredibly thick skin. She was happy and healthy—so healthy in fact that she could probably beat all of those skinny bitches at a swimming race. Of course she never offered, never called anyone out on their rudeness and ignorance, but it made her feel better to know that she was fitter and much more polite than them.

Slipping into the fast lane, she settled her goggles carefully into position—she hated getting water in her eyes—then lifted her legs to rest the bottoms of her feet against the end of the pool. Looking at the clock on the wall that counted seconds, she waited until the hand reached the top, then pushed off from the side and launched herself into the lane. It was quiet, so she had this section of the pool to herself. Her arms cut through the water, her legs flapped wildly and she did ten laps without losing any speed. Emerging from the water, she checked the clock again and was pleased to note she’d beaten her previous time.

She was just about to start another ten laps, when she heard voices from the other side of the pool. Voices that clearly forgot how well they carried on water. It was as though they were right next to her.

“God, I’m surprised all the water doesn’t jump out of the pool when she gets in. And the way she swims—she’ll cause a tidal wave one of these days.”

The spiteful words were followed by a trio of sniggers, and Adele gritted her teeth. Part of her wished that she could create a bloody tidal wave, so it would sweep those bitches under water and drown them. The other part of her tsked at the thought. Ideas like that made her just as bad as them, just as unpleasant, just as cowardly.

Because they were cowardly—the way they spoke about her behind her back proved that. If they ever passed her somewhere in the leisure center or its car park, they never said anything, not one word. They’d just scurry away as fast as they could, then titter when they thought she was out of earshot. She hoped that just one time, someone would say something to her face, so she could retaliate, speak up for herself. There was no way she’d start anything—she didn’t want to add confrontational to the list of faults that the mean girls had obviously compiled about her.

Sucking in a deep breath, Adele launched into another ten laps, allowing the chilly water and the exertion of powering through it to burn away her irritation. Because that’s all it was—irritation. She wasn’t angry. Anger was too powerful an emotion, and one that was totally wasted on those ignorant women. She almost felt sorry for them, actually. If they had nothing better to do than to stare at her and slag her off all the time, then they clearly had very dull lives.

The thought cheered her considerably and when she completed her twentieth lap, she lay her forearms on the edge of the pool and hoiked herself up. Her back was pressed against the side, and from here she had a perfect view of the rest of the pool. Tugging her goggles down so they hung around her neck, she had a damn good look at everyone else. The small children and their guardians in the kids’ pool right at the other end of the enormous hall, the old people who swum so slowly as they chatted that she was surprised they stayed afloat, the relentless movement of the man in the medium-speed lane and, of course, the mean girls who were in the same sort of position she was, but at the side of the pool rather than the end. The side which faced the lifeguard station.

Adele narrowed her eyes and watched them—the two waif-like blondes and a brunette—as they chatted and giggled, and it seemed for a change, not about her. They’d clearly changed the subject since their previous spouting of vitriol. Their focus was very firmly on Oliver as he sat on his lofty perch, surveying the pools before him, ready to jump in should anyone get into trouble. She often toyed with the idea of faking a problem, just to get him into the pool and his strong arms around her. However, she knew that although he’d undoubtedly do his duty and help her, he’d never believe such a strong swimmer would need his assistance. Then he’d lose all respect for her, and probably stop hiding his disdain for her so effectively. And the polite nods and smiles she got from him were the only thing—aside from the center’s top-notch facilities—that made the place bearable. She was sure that if the three witches—a nickname she’d secretly come up with for the women—had their way, there would be a sign on the main doors to the building saying ‘No Fat People Allowed.’

About the Author

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. 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

 

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In this hop, the blogs/hop hosts have been charged to feature at least one novel (whether romance, erotic or glbt) they’d recommend to newbies as well as long-time lovers of the romance genre, and for me, I am showcasing Haunting Magic (Devon Falls 4), a paranormal Erotic Romance.

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About ‘Haunting Magic (Devon Falls 3)’

Rodrick Dracon is the twin heir to the Dragon Inn. When he finds himself longing for a mate after being footloose and fancy free, he finds himself drawn to the most obnoxious, brassy woman he has ever met: Jaxon Sinclair. She is the one woman who doesn’t melt when he goes by or hangs on his every word. Jaxon is just aggravating and down right sexy as sin! Soon the sparks fly, passion goes into boiling and Halloween approaches. Can this wolf shifter get this woman to heel before the full moon? Will Jax turn the tables on this ladies man and tame the wolf?

Why I am recommending it

Rodrick Dracon was one character that just dared me to write a story about. He is a Lothario, one who enjoyed the ladies and when Jaxon Sinclair came onto the scene in Fiery Magic (Devon Falls 3), I knew she was the one to drop Rod down a peg or five. If you enjoy two people who could be oh so wrong for one another yet so right then try Haunting Magic and see a man who sneered his nose at romance but finds himself in the cross hairs of fate. I hope you enjoy these two sparring like mad in the story even as they try to deny the sparks between them.

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Cover_PastRegretsPast Regrets by Shelley Munro

Never look back…unless that’s where your heart belongs.

Love and Friendship, Book 2

Julia Maxwell was a seize-the-moment party girl until the night she spent with up-and-coming rocker Ryan Callander. From that moment, she was a one-man woman. Pity he hasn’t kept with the program.

Tired of the secrets that have kept her out of the press and Ryan’s fans happy, angry with mounting evidence of infidelity, Julia is older, wiser, and determined to divorce his cheatin’ ass.

Ryan’s long European tour had more than its share of hard knocks—one of which landed on his head when he was mugged. Divorce papers waiting for him at home are a shock that fills in some of the holes in his sketchy memory. But it could be too late to salvage his marriage.

If Ryan thinks flirtatious smiles, seductive touches, and hot-and-heavy kisses are going to smooth things over, Julia’s got a hammer with his name on it. To her surprise, he picks it up, determined to rebuild a bright future for both of them. But the past is lurking with some missing pieces that could bring their hearts crashing down.

Warning: Contains a pissed ex-stripper turned burlesque dancer, a bunch of nosy friends and a smooth-talking rocker with one thing on his mind. Stripper poles and skimpy costumes may be involved.

Teaser Excerpt:

“You went to your family christening over Anniversary weekend. Julia and I went to Fiji for a four day break and married while we were there.”

“Congratulations.”

“She’s served divorce papers on me,” Ryan said with a snarl, anger warring with the jagged knife slicing into his brain. He loved her, damn it. “I’m not letting her go without a fight.”

Caleb’s grin lit up his face. “And I worried I’d be bored taking a three-month break.” He rubbed his hands together. “This should be fun.”

“There’s nothing funny about a divorce.”

The amusement quit Caleb. “I know that, man, but I know you. Julia won’t stand a chance. She’ll be putty in your hands again in days. I’ll be your wingman.”

Ryan’s hackles rose and his fingers balled to fists. “You won’t be putting your hands on my wife again. That was a one-time thing.”

Caleb raised his hands in surrender, his gaze steady, reassuring, and some of the tension seeped from Ryan. Caleb was his friend, not the enemy.

“Why don’t we go back to the apartment, grab a few hours’ sleep then stake out her place. You can confront her when we run her to ground.”

It was a sensible solution, despite his need for immediate action. He hesitated before admitting to his exhaustion. The damn headache had taken hold, and his skull thumped like the crazy beat of Neil’s drums during a solo spot. “Yeah, okay. Sounds like a plan.”

Down but not out. Julia was his wife. His woman, and soon no one would doubt it, least of all her.

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About the Author

Shelley Munro is tall and curvaceous with blue eyes and a smile that turns masculine heads everywhere she goes. She’s a university tutor and an explorer/treasure hunter during her vacations. Skilled with weapons and combat, she is currently in talks with a producer about a television series based on her world adventures.

Shelley is also a writer blessed with a VERY vivid imagination and lives with her very own hero in New Zealand. She writes mainly erotic romance in the contemporary, paranormal and historical genres for publishers Carina Press, Ellora’s Cave and Samhain Publishing. You can learn more about Shelley and her books at http://www.ShelleyMunro.com.

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Book Spotlight/Giveaway~ Delena Silverfox’s Devil’s Bitch

devilsbitch-coverDevil’s Bitch by Delena Silverfox

Erotic Historical Romance

Categories: Action/Adventure

Publisher: Naughty Nights Press

Release Date: July 24, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 70,000 

Available at:

Amazon (Kindle): http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E5GI39K

Amazon (Print): https://www.createspace.com/4345627

Naughty Nights Press: http://naughtynightspress.com/nnpstore2/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=32&products_id=95

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/340960

Description:

Norelia, Imperial heir and zealous second-in-command of the Endless Army, is cornered by a wager against her father, the Emperor.

The stakes? To marry the winner of the next Summer Games in order to ensure the continuation of the Imperial line. Confident she will win, she is devastated when a mysterious contender named Reoth defeats her and claims not only the title of Champion, but claims Norelia as well. A misplaced note reveals Reoth and her father placed wagers on Reoth’s ability to “tame” her, proving it was all a game after all.

When her father is killed in a surprise invasion, the Empire stands on the brink of war and Norelia is thrust into the center of it with Reoth, a man she’d sooner kill than trust. As Reoth admits knowledge regarding who is behind this invasion, can Norelia determine where his true allegiance lies before the Empire, and her heart, are destroyed forever?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes (including BDSM) and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Teaser Excerpt:

For the tenth time that afternoon, Norelia landed facedown in the dirt. She felt more than heard the guttural scream of frustration tear from her throat. “You want the impossible!”

Reoth just laughed. He always laughed at her. “The ‘impossible’ is what landed you on your pretty rump during our match at the Games. Do you wish to call it impossible, or do you wish to learn it and finally kill me?”

She spat sand out of her mouth, ignoring her skinned cheek and other numerous aches and stings. “I’ll shove your mocking smile into the dirt.”

He laughed. “Then come get me, Princess.” He beckoned her with a mocking grin.

She came in low.

He dodged, smacking her rump as she flew past him. Squealing at the indignity, Norelia spun and hooked his foot with hers. He went face down. She caught one of his hands and feet, and trussed him with a move he’d shown her earlier.

“You begin to understand.”

The excitement and pride in his eyes was evident. Norelia found herself smiling back, and her hand lingered in his a moment longer as she helped him up.

For a moment it seemed he would use the physical contact to pull her close, and she felt the unmistakable power in the tension between wanting to pull away…and wanting to stay, wanting him to pull her close.

“So let’s try this again.” All focused instructor once more, he turned away and Norelia felt her smile deflate. Sometimes he looked at her after a match and it did things to her. Something had happened in the last week to turn the shudder of revulsion in her middle into a quiver of…something else.

It pulled her, made her tremble, and there were times the nameless yearning made her physically ache inside. Three days now, she’d found herself asking for “just one more round.” Reoth’s reply was always, “You may practice more with me, if that is what you want.”

She soon was giving almost as good as she got. A few of the bruises he sported were from her, she was proud to see. Sometimes when he pinned her, he would run his hand slowly up her shoulder to wrap around her throat. His hazel eyes held her immobile more than his holds did, which she now knew how to escape.

Knew how, but didn’t.

When he let go of her, Norelia continued to lie where she was, staring up at him. “When your enemy is already defeated in their minds, it is a simple matter to make it come true. You can read it in their eyes, feel it in the passion of their fight. The harder they fight at the end, the more they are fighting their own fear of defeat.”

“And me?” she murmured. “Was I so easily defeated?”

Reoth looked down at her. His eyes traced the contours of her face. Finally, he shook his head. “No man could ever hope to truly defeat you.”

She allowed him this kind lie. “Then why did you come here?” Norelia trailed her fingertips down the sides of his face, across his brow, down his slightly crooked nose, across his lips. “I can’t imagine you fearing anything.” It was a whisper.

He choked on a breath, then ripped her hands away from his face and pinned them back down above her head. His face was inches from hers. Time seemed to stretch into infinity. She no longer felt the hot, packed dirt beneath her, didn’t hear the sounds of the stable yard in the distance, or the workers and servants and guards contributing to the ever-present din of the palace grounds. She didn’t see the clouds above them, didn’t notice the pain as Reoth held her wrists too tight in his hands. There was only his gaze, fighting something down within himself that struggled for release.

Again, something moved her. Unable to reach out to him, she lifted her face up to meet his. They touched noses, and he hissed a sharp intake of breath. Norelia could feel his breath, his lips so close to her own. All at once she was aware of just how big Reoth really was, how wide his shoulders compared to hers. How strong he was; so much stronger than she. He was an undeniable weight pinning her, pressing down atop her so she couldn’t breathe. Every tight breath was filled with the scent of him and Norelia was soon intoxicated. Her bumps and scrapes and bruises from their fighting smarted, but she welcomed the pain. For some reason, every ache and throb made her even more aware of him.

He shifted his grip so he pinned her by the upper arms. His breath was hot against her ear and she gasped at the delicious chills that coursed through her. His arms felt like iron pinning her against him. Not that she was unwilling, strange as that was. She reached up just enough and ran her fingers along his forearms, feeling the hard strength of his muscles, so unyielding beneath soft fingertips.

“You’re toying with me.” His voice was hard, coiled as taught as the rest of him. She could hear the slight strain in his voice, the strain that spoke of the primal male in him fighting to come to the fore. It was a familiar sound, but it took her completely by surprise to hear it in Reoth. From the way he’d been behaving toward her, she had believed he was unaffected by her and had taken it for granted he was like any other of her soldiers.

Wasn’t he still her enemy? He wanted to possess her. They all did.

Reoth tightened his hold on her and she gasped. But not in fear, or surprise. This was excitement. By the gods, if only he could hold her against him like this! She closed her eyes and pressed into him, letting her head fall back.

What was wrong with her?

When she felt his lips softly brushing up and down her neck, her breath caught and she tilted her head to bare more skin for him. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage, and there was an ache deep inside her so strong it brought her close to whimpering.

So much for hard self-discipline.

“Is this what you wanted?” His sultry voice was a purr that melted her inside. He pressed himself against her, slowly rubbing until there was no denying his tension. The hard heat she felt was undeniable. Suddenly, violently, every part of her body from the palms of her hands to the place deep within ached to touch him. She pressed back against him, meeting the insistent pressure of his hips with insistence of her own. A throbbing heat polled in her groin, and it spread to the damp heat between her thighs.

Her heart was racing. No! No no no… 

“Right here in the dirt, Princess? You never struck me as common.” His voice was tense, low.

Yet even as her body trembled with a sudden need against which she had believed herself immune, panic began to build in her chest. It was hard to breathe, and harder still with Reoth so close. He ground his hips into hers and the hardness of him made her groan. Dear gods, what had she done?

What was happening to her?

He clutched her at her, and she winced. His voice darkened. “This will be my only warning. Don’t ever entice me with your lies unless you’re willing to deal with the consequences. I know you still call me your enemy.” And just like that, he was gone, and it was over. She felt cold without his strength and heat, and she felt strangely vulnerable without him there.

What was happening?

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For as long as she can remember, Delena Silverfox has always loved writing more than anything. When she was three she taught herself how to read with alphabet magnets and her trusty Speak n’ Spell, but it was when she realized she could use those same words to share what was in her imagination that the magic took hold.

She pursued an English/Creative Writing degree in college, but after seeing so many friends lose their passion in school, she changed her major to Psychology and pursued writing on her own. At 21, she moved to Portland, OR where she spent the next eleven years, and considers that the city where she truly “grew up,” as it influenced so much of who she is today as a person and an author.

She discovered an affinity for erotic romance after getting to know the underground BDSM community and trying her hand at adding a few elements into her romance writing. What she encountered was, to her, overwhelming encouragement to seek publication. Without that support, she would still be writing serial installments on BDSM forums.

Delena lives in Indianapolis, IN with her daughter, husband, and a klutzy cat named Pícaro. When she’s not writing, she’s working on finishing up her Psych degree, cooking, making crafts with her daughter, or sewing and crocheting.

Connect with Delena Silverfox

Blog: http://theprintedfox.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/delenasilverfox

Twitter: https://twitter.com/delenasilverfox

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/12844627-delena-silverfox

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New Reviews for Fantasies Unbound

Harlie’s Books gives Fantasies Unbound a five harlie riding rating and a recommended read! 
 
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saying about the book…”….If you are looking for a humorous and sexy tale about finding your soul mate with a bit of magic, Fantasies Unbound is for you.”
 
 
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Four Fairies for Fantasies Unbound from Indy Book Fairy
 
“…It was a naughty little book that I of course enjoyed! I would LOVE to see more from this author!
I would recommend this to someone who wants a quick yummy read!..”
 
 
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“….The story is quite engaging as it is and the writer she is quite talented. She has a beautifully woven tale of two worlds closer although some details were missing. I would recommend her to elaborate the book into a beautiful novel worth reading…”