New
Release: Smut by the Sea Volume 3, edited by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) and
Victoria Blisse (@victoriablisse) #erotica #anthology #romance
Blurb:
Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the
theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From exotic locales such as Croatia and
Australia to the coastal caves of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 3 has it all.
Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling
between the covers for you. Kinky role play, gorgeous artists, bobbing boats,
sexy cougars, hunky hermits and more abound in this exciting collection of
stories from erotica’s finest authors.
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to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22703850-smut-by-the-sea-volume-3
Excerpt
from Hermit by Lucy Felthouse:
Karen grimaced as she drove the car onto
the Dungeness estate. She knew for a fact she was on said estate because she’d
just passed a sign proudly proclaiming her whereabouts. Personally, she
couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. It looked pretty damn grim, in her
opinion.
She sighed. As soon as she’d been handed
the assignment, she’d known it would be a bitch. The blog she wrote for,
Universe of Quirk, published just that—anything quirky. This meant there was a
huge amount of scope for articles for the site. Mostly it was about weird
phenomena, picking out oddities in popular culture and freaky findings the
world over. For the most part, Karen loved her job—she had a genuine interest
in the bizarre and unusual, and a good nose for sniffing things out to write
about. She didn’t often have to leave the comfort of her office chair to write
her articles—the Internet gave her all the information she needed, at the touch
of a button. And what she couldn’t gather via Google, she could find out by
interviewing people. By email, phone or Skype.
But not Tom Pettyfer, it seemed. According
to her notes, he was an ex-army dude who’d had some kind of meltdown, quit his
job and moved to a shack in Dungeness. He was now a total hermit—hence the in-person
interview. He had no telephone, let alone a computer or Internet access. Her
boss had had to arrange the appointment by snail mail, for heaven’s sake! As
such, there’d been no way of double checking he was still available. Karen
hoped like hell he hadn’t suddenly decided to go out—leaving her with a long
journey home with no article in the bag.
Continuing along the poorly-surfaced road,
Karen slowed the car to a crawl—both to avoid damaging the rental vehicle and
also to squint at the shacks she passed to find the one she was looking for.
They all seemed to have names rather than numbers, which made the signs easier
to read, but it was more difficult to find the right one, as there was no rhyme
or reason to the layout. For all she knew, Tom Pettyfer’s shack could be the
very last one on the lane.
Soon, she discovered that was not the case.
Tom’s home was a strange-looking wooden building that wasn’t near to anything
else. It sat alone in the shingle, a sparse garden-type thing surrounding it,
and an ancient rusty car on the driveway. She supposed there was no point
buying and running an expensive car if one didn’t go anywhere. Perhaps he just
used it for errands and grocery shopping. He couldn’t shop online—so how else
would he buy food and other necessities? How did he pay for those things if he
never went out, didn’t have a job?
She reminded herself that this was the
whole point of the trip. To meet this hermit and ask him questions, to find out
why he lived the way he did, what made him tick. What had happened to make him
choose this lifestyle?
Her car wouldn’t fit on the driveway behind
his so she parked at the side of the road in front of his house, figuring
traffic wouldn’t exactly be a problem anyway. Looking around, she was struck by
the eeriness of the place, the loneliness. Add that to the ugly nuclear power
station perched at the edge of the estate and you had a recipe for… well, hell
on earth, really. And they called Kent the garden of England.
Pulling herself back to the task at hand,
Karen grabbed her stuff then stepped out of the car, locking it and walking up
to Tom’s shack. The sooner she got the interview over with, the sooner she
could leave this desolate dump. Grey clouds overhead threatened rain, and she
could hear the sea crashing mercilessly against the shore, the saltiness in the
air filling her nostrils and coating her tongue. None of those things endeared
her to the place.
Reaching the front door of Tom’s shack, she
sucked in a deep breath and let it out, then straightened her stance. She was
so used to working from home, lounging in her office chair as she researched
and typed away, that she’d almost forgotten what it was like to meet someone on
a professional basis. It was imperative to get this guy to trust her, so he’d
open up and give her some good stuff for her piece. The project was a pain in
the arse, but she couldn’t grumble too much—the site’s editor had made it worth
her while financially.
Satisfied her body language was
business-like yet friendly; Karen knocked on the door, and waited.
A couple of seconds later, the door opened.
“Hi,” said a guy about her age, “you must be Karen, from Universe of Quirk.”
“Uh, yeah… that’s me.” So much for being
professional. She hadn’t been expecting a god to answer the door. It had
totally thrown her. “I mean, sorry, yes. I’m Karen Wilson. Lovely to meet you.”
Holding out her hand, she tried not to swoon as the hottie reached out and
gripped it, his own hand warm and dry, the shake firm but not crushing. Her
belly did flip flops.
Editor
Bios:
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
Victoria Blisse is a
Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica
Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the
co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the
Sea anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut Events,
get togethers for authors and writers alike. Check out http://smutters.co.uk for
the details of the next smut gathering.
She is equally at home behind
a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB’s resident “Naked Chef”) and she loves to
create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born
near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in
all of her stories.
Passion, love and
laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebookhttp://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse
and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
and if you want to know more check out her website http://victoriablisse.co.uk
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