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Monday, September 9, 2013

Getting Personal With Author Lucy Felthouse

This week we’re Getting Personal With Author Lucy Felthouse! Lucy talks about the writing life, reveals her ‘guilty pleasure' and shares an excerpt from her HOT male/female BDSM Erotic Romance, “Grand Slam”!

About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of sub-genres 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.

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And now, let’s get personal with author Lucy Felthouse!

What’s the best part of being a writer?
Feedback from readers saying that they’ve enjoyed your books.

What’s the most challenging part of being a writer?
Working through tough sections on books.

What’s the most challenging part of writing erotic romance?
People assuming that you write everything from experience. Which would make me a man, a vampire, a werewolf, a policeman, a policewoman, a soldier, etc, etc…

What is your writing process?
I don’t outline most of my stuff, though for my first novel (coming out late 2013) I did do chapter by chapter outlines, and just moved stuff around and added/removed as necessary. I don’t always write every day, as I run my own business (http://www.writermarketing.co.uk) which takes priority, so I squeeze my writing in when I can. I tend to write in the afternoons, as I’m too sleepy in the mornings.

Where do you write?
Mostly directly onto my laptop, in my office. Sometimes I’ll take a notebook into my bedroom or out into the garden if I need a change of scenery, or to focus myself. Whatever works, really.

What are you working on now?
I’m working on a couple of short stories, and also a couple of co-author projects. One of them is book two in the Raw Talent series, the follow up to Grand Slam. I’m co-writing this series with Lily Harlem. The other co-author project is with Victoria Blisse, and we’re just writing and seeing what comes of it. I’m also about ready to start researching for my second solo novel, which is going to be a paranormal… and that’s all I’m saying for now ;)

What is your most current release and what is it about?
Grand Slam is a BDSM erotic romance novel by myself and Lily Harlem. It’s the story of tennis star Travis Connolly. Following an injury, he’s gone to a tennis academy in California to get back into shape and start claiming titles again. As part of his rehabilitation he has to see a psychologist—something he’s not very happy about. But once he gets to know Marie a little, all that changes…

How did you come up with the title?
I didn’t. Lily Harlem came up with it—we changed it probably a dozen times throughout the writing and submissions process!

What would readers be surprised to know about you?
People are often surprised to find I’m only 28. They often think I’m older. Not sure if this is a good thing or not!

What’s your ‘guilty pleasure’?
Supernatural. Those Winchester boys have got me wrapped around their, well, them.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
Watch TV and films, read, spend time with my other half and my dog, walking, visiting stately homes and historical places.

Where’s the one place in the world you’d like to visit?
Really? Just one. There are hundreds! But one of my “if I win the lottery” fantasies is to take a huge camper van and tour America and Canada in it. It would be so cool to meet some of the people I speak to online on a regular basis, but have never actually met. Not to mention I’d be visiting some awesome places!

Favorite swear word?

Favorite food?

Do you have any pets?
Yep, I have a dog called Scamp and he’s insane and incredibly cute. He gains admirers everywhere he goes. Mainly humans, as many dogs don’t like the fact he’s cuter than them.

Thanks so much for visiting the blog, Lucy! Be sure you put me on your itinerary when you make that If-I-Win-The-Lottery bus trip across North America! In the meantime, we’ll enjoy an excerpt from your new novel “Grand Slam!”


He looked at my feet. “Do you really think so?”

“Think what?”

“That all pain is bad?”

“Yes, it’s the body’s warning system to let you know something is wrong.”

“Or right,” he said quietly, his lips barely moving, his attention rising from my feet to my face.

“I’m not following you.”

He sat and swung his feet to the floor. Rubbed his hand down his cheek and around his chin,; the stubble making a rasping sound against his palm.

“Travis?” I said, closing the notebook and hoping that would send a signal that whatever he wanted to tell me would be off the record. Was he still suffering when he was training? Had he not healed properly? If so that was something we needed to take very seriously.

He stared at me, almost as if he was angry that I’d made him think of something, then stood, walked to the window and surveyed L.A.

I couldn’t help but ogle his cute behind. I knew what his arse looked like naked but bloody hell, he could fill out a pair of jeans to perfection. His tennis gear looked amazing on him but jeans, especially a pair that suggested he’d spent many an hour lounging in them, were enough to actually make my mouth water.

He placed his hands on his hips, kept his back to me. “Come here, Marie.”

“Why?” I looked at the back of his head, how his dark hair sat like silken fingers on his collar.

“Do as I ask.”

I was about to retort that I’d do no such thing. I was his psychologist and I’d stay in my chair, but something in me wanted to comply with his request. Perhaps it was the way he’d said it, as if I had no choice but to go to him, or maybe it was some kind of magnetism his sexy aura gave off that pulled me in like a fish on a line.

Placing the notebook and pen on the chair, I moved to the window and stood next to him, about a foot away.

“Some people like pain,” he said, still not looking at me.

“Masochists you mean?”

“Yes, I suppose.”

Shit, was he trying to tell me that he enjoyed the pain the accident had left him with? If so, we really needed to discuss this. “That’s not the majority of people though.”

“No, but more than you think. And some people like administering pain.” He turned to me, cocked his head slightly and moved into the space I’d left between us.

I looked into his eyes. Swallowed and tasted his cologne as it traveled into my nostrils and then laced my tongue. “Would you consider them to be good people, Travis? These individuals that like to hurt others.”

“I’ve known a few people who like to give and receive higher sensations, and most of them I consider to be good friends as well as good people.”

I hesitated, felt his body heat radiating toward me, wrapping around me as I pondered his words. We were close, very close, and his consuming presence made logical thinking much harder than normal. “I’m not quite sure what you’re telling me.”

“You talk about pain like it’s a bad thing, Marie.”

“It is.”

He smiled but it wasn’t a sweet smile, more like one of a hunter who’d spotted prey.

“Pain is unpleasant for a reason,” I said. “Because it’s bad.”

“I disagree.” He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes. It was a challenging, cocky gesture.

A tingle snaked its way up my spine and threatened to wreak havoc in my body by turning into a tremble. But I beat it down. I wouldn’t let a patient get to me this way. I was the one supposed to be holding the reins here.

“Maybe, Marie, you should open your mind to new ideas with a little more grace.”

“I fail to see how I haven’t been graceful in discussing your theory that pain is good.”

“Can we keep it that way?”

“I hope so.”

“In that case,” he flicked his attention from my eyes and looked at my hair, “would you like me to demonstrate?”

Damn, the guy made me feel tiny. Even though I was wearing heels, his broad chest and wide shoulders were looming over me. “Okay.”

He twitched the right side of his mouth into a half-smile. Now he looked like a hunter who’d captured his prey. A trickle of fight or flight seeped into my system. Which would be my best option?

“Now that’s the first rule.” He reached up and undid the clasp holding my hair on the top of my head. It tumbled around my shoulders as the clasp fell to the floor. “Consent.”

“Doesn’t consent require knowing what you’re agreeing to?” Fuck, with him this close and stroking my hair, spreading it out, I’d pretty much agree to anything. Who was I kidding? Fight or flight was not an option, the only thing that shot through my mind was giving myself over to him. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted, control my body, feed it what it needed.

Damn, it had been too long since I’d been with a man. It was making me desperate.

He slotted his other hand over the left side of my head, the sound of him sliding his fingers over the shell of my ear noisy. My breath hitched and I locked my knees to stabilize my stance. I stared up at him, noting the small shafts of black hair sneaking out of his skin on his chin and the way his bottom lip was a little plumper than the top.

“You see, some pain,” he said, gathering my hair up at my crown and tugging to create tension on the roots, “can heighten the awareness of everything else going on in the body.”

He pulled harder, forcing my head to tip back.

I gasped as discomfort shot across my scalp.

He increased the pressure a little more.

I reached out and clutched at his shirt, felt his hard chest beneath. “Travis, I—”

“Shh, I’m just showing you.” He slipped his arm around my waist, dragged me close and yanked my hair, really hard.

“Ow, I—” A barrage of sensations blasted through my system. The feel of him pressing up against me, hot hard male, all wide pecs and solid thighs. The pain from having my hair tugged with force, and the awareness that my belly was shoved right up against his groin. A groin that held a wedge of thick flesh.

“Just feel,” he whispered, hovering his lips over mine. “Endorphins are rushing into your bloodstream, giving you a natural high as pain alerts your nerve endings that something exciting is happening.” He slid his free hand up my back, tracing the outline of my spine through my blouse.

I breathed in the air he was breathing out, warm and sweet. The scream of hurt in my scalp made me want to wriggle but being held so firmly and confidently kept me still. The heat of the discomfort slipped down my nape and neck and over my shoulders, then combined with the lovely sensation of him stroking my back.

“Can you feel it?” he whispered. “Pain mixing with pleasure, the lines between the two blurring.”

I could feel it with every fiber of my being. My skin was alive with awareness, my breasts were heavy and desperate for stimulation, and between my legs I was buzzing for action. Good, hard man action, preferably of the naked, sweaty variety. “Yes,” I gasped.


Like what you’ve read so far? Find out what happens next! Buy “Grand Slam” by Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse.


  1. Thank you so much for hosting Grand Slam, Lucy and I had great fun writing it :-)

    Lily x

    1. Lily, you and Lucy are welcome any time. In fact, I'm sure your readers are wondering when we're going to Get Personal With Author Lily Harlem! ♥