Thursday, 26 September 2013

The Game

Out now from Natalie Dae. A dark and twisted BDSM love story based in Oxford and a brilliant addition to the series after the success of the The Contract

The Game, part of The Masters of Oxford Series.


Stretton is a Master—and also a gangster in a firm handed down to him by his father. He’s done bad things, things most people would find appalling. But Stretton isn’t wicked right down to his marrow. He wants love, a good life, but the woman he’s fallen in love with is from the opposite side of life. Someone he shouldn’t adore but does. Someone who can put him in jail with the click of finger against thumb.

Violet is a submissive—and also policewoman, working undercover as a prostitute in order to get close to Stretton. She’s on the game and also playing a dangerous one. She knows his bad side, his faults, yet she loves him still. Her morals tell her she shouldn’t be with him, but her heart says otherwise. How can she continue to spy on him, knowing that she could be the one who has to slap the cuffs on his wrists and read him his rights?

As the time for one of Stretton’s dodgy dealings draws closer, when the police cast their net to catch him, Violet has to extricate herself from his life. She can’t bring herself to do it and acknowledges that in order to be with him, she may well have to turn bad too. Do things she’d said she’d never do, breaking the very law she’d promised to uphold. But love is a strong emotion, one she cannot deny, and being with him becomes her sole purpose. 

Stretton must learn to love, to give up his way of life for his woman. Violet must learn to trust, to give up her way of life for her man. Two hearts, two very different people, but with the same goal in their future. And they intend to score it. No matter what.

Find out more about Natalie and her awesome books on her website.

Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Three New Releases from Lucy Felthouse

I'm celebrating a hat trick of releases. Three! Well, sort of. One is a brand new release, and the other two are re-releases of books which I gained the rights back to. So here goes, starting with the brand new book...

Mean Girls

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.

More info, excerpt and buy links:

A Bit of Rough

When Alison meets Andrew, she instantly pegs him as a moron. He’s a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She’s not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there’s no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.

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A Menu with a Difference

Will a weekend in a luxury hotel make Annette’s deepest fantasies come true?

When Jed and Annette spend a weekend in a luxury hotel, they’re planning to take full advantage of the hot tub and large bed – preferably with a third party. Annette’s never been with another woman before, but she’s eager to experience some Sapphic delight. When the couple meets waitress Tamara at the restaurant they’re lunching at, they agree she’s perfect in many ways; but is she on the menu?

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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 Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Monday, 23 September 2013

Hours of reading... for less than the cost of a cup of tea

I am very happy to launch my latest historical romance, "Mistress Angel," for £0.77p and I do also have other romances at this attractive price, or even less. 

Hours of reading can be yours for less than the cost of a cup of tea! 

Here they are:

"Mistress Angel."

To save her son she must risk losing the love of her life.

“Mistress Angel” is a medieval historical romance novella of 28,000 words. It is a sweet to sensual romance story, set in medieval London, at a time when women had little power and fewer choices.

Once a child-bride, intended to stop a blood-feud between rich and ambitious families in fourteenth century London, Isabella is now a young widow, a medieval Cinderella, tormented and blamed. Seeking always to escape her grim destiny, she can just endure it but when her beloved son Matthew is torn away from her care, spirited somewhere into the country by her malicious in-laws, Isabella is desperate. To save her son she will do anything, risk anything. Even if it means she must lose the love of her life, the handsome, brave armorer Stephen Fletcher, who catches her when she falls from a golden cage and who calls her his Mistress Angel.

Mistress Angel is a KDP Select title at £0.77 and $0.99

Buy now at and 

"Flavia's Secret." £0.77 ($0.99) from Bookstrand. 

How Far Dare You Trust Your Lover? Especially When He is Also Your Master? 

"Flavia's Secret" is a historical romance novel of 83,000 words. It's a sensual historical romance set in Roman Britain.

Spirited young scribe Flavia hopes for freedom. She and her fellow slaves in Aquae Sulis (modern Bath) have served the Lady Valeria for many years, but their mistress' death brings a threat to Flavia's dream: her new master Marcus Brucetus, a charismatic, widowed officer toughened in the forests of Germania. Flavia finds him overwhelmingly attractive but she is aware of the danger. To save her life and those of her 'family' she has forged a note from her mistress. If her deception is discovered, all the slaves may die.

For his part torn between attraction and respect, Marcus will not force himself on Flavia. Flavia by now knows of his grief over the deaths of his wife Drusilla and child. But how can she match up to the serene, flame-haired Drusilla?

As the wild mid-winter festival of Saturnalia approaches, many lives will be changed forever.

"Silk and Steel." £0.96 from Amazon UK 

Can a gladiator and a bath girl find love?

Decimus buys beautiful, red-headed Corinna from Silvinus Cato, a nominal Christian and her cold Roman master. Corinna, also a Christian, is terrified to be sold to a hired killer but finds Decimus to be an honorable, caring man--and overwhelmingly sexy.

Their lovemaking introduces her to passion she has never known before, and love-spanking that she finds deeply erotic. Happy for the first time in her life, she is horrified when her former master, Silvinus Cato, comes to Decimus' house with devastating information. Decimus, whom she is beginning to care for deeply, has killed Joseph, the holy man who converted her to Christianity. Silvinus Cato says she must be like Judith in the Bible and kill Decimus in his sleep. Corinna is appalled and suspicious. Why does Silvinus Cato want Decimus dead? And what should she do?

After I wrote "Flavia's Secret", I found myself fascinated by the story of a Roman girl who served as a toga girl in the public baths. Could there be a happy ever after for her and a man equally reviled and desired in Roman society - a gladiator? 'Silk and Steel' is my story of two people redeemed by love.

A Siren Historical Erotic Romance

Finally, my collection of short stories, "A Rose of Midsummer," is just $0.99 from Barnes and Noble, Apple, Smashwords and Sony.  

It's just £0.64 from Kobo and WHSmith!

Happy Reading!

Best wishes, Lindsay Townsend

Sunday, 22 September 2013

Free Sexy Romance Novel by Lily Harlem about the English National Football Team!

That's right, my sexy soccer novel SCORED is FREE for a limited time only on Amazon. Quick, go, run, grab your copy and let Lewis Tate heat up your ereader! And if you enjoy please feel free to leave a review on Goodreads or Amazon and tell all of your friends.

Friday, 20 September 2013

Grab An ebook Bargain Today & Discover How You Spell Love

My publishers are having a sale which means my novel How Do You Spell Love? can now be downloaded for just 77p via Amazon UK

Here's some info on the book:

Kat can’t help wishing there was more to life than this. What happened to her dream job? What happened with Nathan?
Summer is wondering where her life is going too… battling the developers of a controversial housing estate and working out why boyfriend Rob is increasingly distant.
When the developers win the battle and move into town everyone’s life is turned upside down.
Kat meets building site project manager Alex. She enjoys his company far too much, even though he’s on the town’s most hated list.
Summer meets Tom who has plenty of relationship troubles of his own, so things could get really complicated.

Soon everyone is keeping secrets, lives change and hearts are broken. Is everything falling apart, or does life just work in mysterious ways…

Here's an extract from the book:

How Do You Spell Love?

Kat pushed the last of the cottage cheese and shrimp sandwiches into the cool box and slammed the van door shut. As if her life wasn’t enough of a disaster zone as it was – no money, lousy job, losing Nathan, having to move back home to live with her parents – now this had to go and happen. Plus, of course, it didn’t help that today she was feeling shattered after spending half the night chanting some ridiculous protection spell in the middle of the allotments with Summer.
Cringing as a van full of builders stopped at the nearby traffic lights, Kat braced herself for the inevitable. After the standard-issue wolf whistles had drifted across from their van, next came the leered, “Wouldn’t argue with that, love!” as one of them nodded towards her sparkling clean van, parked neatly at the curb. The words “A Bit of Crumpet on the Road” emblazoned down the side in deep purple, glittery lettering. Not for the first time Kat cursed her boss Janice for calling her bakery-cum-deli that name. Kat sighed, well it certainly drew comments from the public and from their customers, not always welcome ones, but as Janice was always keen to point out, any kind of publicity and attention was, in her eyes, good publicity and attention. Pulling her navy and white striped apron more tightly around her T-shirt and shorts, Kat ignored the builders and climbed into her van to begin that morning’s deliveries.
As she indicated to pull out into the busy street in Luisborough, she mulled over the bad news – that she was to add the controversial Netherton Meadows housing development to her daily sandwich round. Netherton Meadows. Yippee. If Summer found out, she’d surely be ostracised for fraternising with the environmental enemy. This was a development that pretty much everyone in Luisborough had fought against for getting on towards a year. It had been the focus of STW campaigns. It went against everything that Kat believed in environmental-wise. Everyone hated the Netherton Meadows developers. Except, it seemed, Janice, who was perfectly happy to, in her words, ‘supply yummy builders with yummy sandwiches.’
Lost in thought, Kat just managed to spot the approaching traffic lights had turned to red and hastily slammed a foot on the brake. The van lurched to a halt and several boxes of crisps and one of the cool boxes in the back tipped over. Damn. It was shaping up to be one of those days. Two hours later Kat had visited all her usual drops, was extremely hot and bothered, and could put off going to Netherton Meadows no longer. Driving through the assorted vans, machinery and portacabins Kat parked next to a building marked as being the Site Office and hit the button on the dashboard. Tinkling chimes filled the air as Kat climbed from the driver’s seat and made to open the back doors of the vehicle. It was embarrassing enough that the van had the company name in large lettering along its side but, just to make sure that it received maximum exposure – and achieved maximum embarrassment – Janice had had some irritating chimes fitted to the vehicle too. Kat was under strict instructions to sound the chimes when she called at all of the sites where people came out to the van; such as they were about to at Netherton Meadows.
A man came down the steps of the office with a grin on his face and walked towards her. “Hi, you must be Kat.” He wedged a clipboard under his left arm and offered a hand to shake. “I’m Alex. Project manager for the site.”
“Hi,” mumbled Kat, spotting a group of hard-hat-clad builders advancing towards her with hungry expressions on their faces.
 “Right, lads,” Alex turned towards the men. “This is Kat and she’s very kindly agreed to venture onto this site to bring you all your lunch. Don’t give her any hassle, OK?” The men laughed and then nodded. “Sure, Alex. You’re the boss.”
Fifteen minutes later it seemed that all of the team at the development had made their sandwich, crisp and drink selections and sloped off to devour them in the sunshine. Only one of the builders, a portly man who must have been twenty years Kat’s senior, had pushed the boundaries a little, despite Alex’s earlier warning. As he’d selected a smoked salmon and cream cheese roll – a choice that had surprised Kat somewhat, having pegged him as a ham and cheese kind of guy – he’d asked Kat if she’d fancy joining him for a drink sometime. She’d politely declined his offer, saying that she had a boyfriend. No need to tell him that, technically, she and Nathan were no longer an item. No need to tell him why either.

Wednesday, 11 September 2013


Famous Five Plus: WHAT A DIFFERENCE A YEAR MAKES: Lizzlie Lamb,   a rookie writer, looks back over then last 12 months and what a year it has been1 I’m about to publish my second ... Thanks to everyone who's been over and left a comment. I really appreciate it.

Friday, 6 September 2013

Alexa Bourne: 'Dance Away, Danger'

Dance Away, Danger
Book 1 in the Hanover Haven Series

Coming soon from Fated Desires Publishing (

Leave a comment on either the story or the cover and you’ll be in the running for winning a prize from Alexa! The contest will run throughout the weekend and winner(s) will be chosen from all commenters during the “cover reveal” party.

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Jean Hart Stewart: 'Daunting Pursuit'

Can't seem to drag this cover to where I want it, but Dangerous is set in the London of 1934 and Daunting in 1949. Three more to go in this series of a story of  sexy, long haired elves with pointed ears. All are based on the times of that era, and are factually correct in the historical aspect. What the gorgeous elves do can't be proven as factual, but is fun.

These are erotica, but I'll pick a toned down excerpt from Daunting, newly released from Ellora's Cave.

"Jane kept her head down as they walked. The two gorgeous elves, so alike in looks except for their hair, had shaken her to speechlessness. Garth’s beautiful golden tresses were perhaps more eye-catching but she preferred Ben’s brown with myriad golden streaks. Not only his hair but his aristocratic features, his powerful body, everything about him somehow seemed to her to proclaim his honorable steadiness. Garth was as handsome, she imagined some might find him more handsome. But to her he was an unknown quantity. She knew, she simply knew, Ben would never break his word or shirk a duty.

She’d been wrong to shun him as she had. He at least deserved to know the truth, and to know it from her. If he hated her afterward, at least she’d have been honest. Deep in her heart she prayed he would accept the facts as they were.

He’d said he was her mate. True or not, he wouldn’t ever tolerate hiding the facts or, worse yet, not acknowledging the truth to one’s self and one’s love. She feared he was indeed her love, even though she couldn’t have him. She led him to the same room they’d used for her first experience in loving, and where she’d lied to him.

That he was her love she had no doubt. She’d tried to ignore him but night after night he’d invaded her dreams as her unruly mind replayed every passionate move he’d made. She’d fought it, lord knows she’d fought, but she couldn’t escape the knowledge she loved him with all of her being.

He opened the door to the same room where they’d had so much pleasure and followed her in. This time they found a comfortable-looking arm chair in the corner, with bright flowered upholstery and soft-looking cushions. Surprised, she turned to him.

“That wasn’t here before.”

Ben smiled one of his knowing-a-secret smiles. “I’m sure it’s courtesy of Vale.”

She looked baffled but motioned him to the chair. She started to perch on the desk when he grinned and pulled her over to sit on his lap. Wrapping his arms firmly around her, he made it plain she wouldn’t escape for while. Smoothing back her hair, he kissed her forehead.

“Now, love. Tell me your big dark secrets.”
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Wednesday, 4 September 2013

100th Sunday Snog - calling all BRF authors!

On the 22nd September Victoria Blisse is celebrating the 100th Sunday Snog at and she's looking for 100 authors to join in with 100 kissing excerpts and a prize giveaway on their blog. It's a huge event hoping to raise some money for Médecins Sans Frontières (doctors without boarders) and the brilliant work they do too. Lets kiss it better for those in need.

Please note a kiss from any book of any heat level of any pairing is welcome at the Sunday Snog. It doesn't even have to be a kiss on the lips, feel free to use your imagination!

For more info check here:

And if you need more details or help getting set up for the snog then please email Victoria at (no spaces) victoria @ .uk and she'll do all she can to answer your questions.

Monday, 2 September 2013

David Russell: 'Fools' Paradise'

In the heyday of the Hippie Counterculture, Jim, a disaffected postgraduate, goes on a rural retreat in quest of his identity. He finds a cool alternative abode, which initiates in a bizarre relationship with the housemother, Celia, who turns out to be an undercover police officer, but also with dubious connections. Things develop, including a delicious one—off with Celia, and Jim is drawn towards the edges of nefarious activity. He ends up waiting for his Barrister, convinced he will clear him.


She looked me straight in the face with a cold, penetrating glare. “You responded to the bait. I’ve got you cornered and there’s no escape. I’m undercover police, keeping an eye on anything suspicious. As you know, there’s quite a lot of trafficking going on at these festivals. The most unlikely looking people, the least eccentric and suspicious, can be involved with it. So, I’ve got to search you, darling, though I have to say, you’re a very presentable man for a search.”

She did a deft, delicate examination of my pockets.

“All pristine pure there, darling.”

Then, with equal dexterity, she peeled off my layers of clothing. The hardness of her eyes mellowed with the sight of my body. Celia squeezed my waist.

“Quite presentable, darling. You’re a welcome arrival. I’ve got my job to do, and have to keep up my cool, detached interface. But one still has one’s needs, one’s desires . . .”

“It gives me great uplift to be laid bare as squeaky clean. Could I assume the identity of another undercover policeman, and do the same for you?”

She spread out her arms as if to beckon me. The gown lifted easily. On gentle probing, her bra, girdle, and corset revealed no hidden packages.

“I’d love us to do that again some time,” I said. “Perhaps next time we could start with uniforms."