Ideas
by Lucy Felthouse
As a writer, one of the most common questions I
get asked is ‘where do you get your ideas from?’ I answer anywhere and
everywhere. A film, TV show, book, person, overheard conversation, dream...
inspiration can strike at any time.
When it comes to Grand Slam, though, my answer is I really don’t know. My lovely
co-author, Lily, came up with the first chapter, and I just carried on from
there. We had no guidelines, no plan, no idea where the book was going at all, other than it was going to be an
erotic romance, so someone would get together at some point, and it would be
hot.
I found writing Grand Slam a really interesting way to work. I was worried at
first, I admit, as I’d never co-written before, but as Lily and I have fairly
similar writing styles, we just took a chapter each and literally waited to see
what would happen. We surprised one another constantly, and couldn’t try and
think ahead to our own next chapter, as the next chapter we received from our
co-author could change things utterly. It was crazy, fluid, and massive fun.
And I genuinely have no idea where my chapters came from... except for the
depths of my fertile imagination.
Grand Slam by Lucy Felthouse and Lily Harlem
Ellora's Cave
BDSM/Kink Erotic Contemporary
Publisher link: http://www.ellorascave.com/grand-slam.html
Add to Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18212109-grand-slam
Blurb:
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.
Excerpt:
“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.
About the authors
Lily
Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK HOT ICE series
regularly receives high praise and industry nominations and sportsmen who are
talented both in and out of the bedroom often feature in her novels. But whichever
book you choose of Lily's one thing you can be sure of is it will be wildly
romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/
Twitter https://twitter.com/lily_harlem
Facebook author page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lily-Harlem-author-page/200182030094568
Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/
Lucy
Felthouse
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
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1 comment:
Co-writing- thats always been tricky for me- you have to have really reliable people. I'm so glad it worked out for you too and great cover!
~Decadent.
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