Interview/Spotlight with Lucy Felthouse

 I’m pleased to welcome Lucy Felthouse here today. A very talented woman, on many levels, settle in and get to know her…
Who is author, Lucy Felthouse – author, Mom, wife?
Not a mom, not a wife. Just me! And an author, avid reader, Supernatural obsessive (I’m a Sam girl!), friend, puppy owner, history buff.
You also run/own Erotica For All & Writer Marketing Services. How do you juggle all aspects of your daily life?
I often ask myself the same question. The key for me is prioritizing and organization. It can be tough at times, when lots of things all come in at once, but I just keep my head down and make sure everything is done to the best of my ability.
Can you tell us something quirky about yourself that readers might not know already?
I don’t know if this is all that quirky, but I’m probably the youngest member of English Heritage (a charity that looks after heritage properties in the UK).
When did you begin your writing career?
I guess my career in writing started with my first publication, which was back in 2006. I didn’t really know what I was doing then, I was just writing erotica for fun, and because I was dared to. But once I’d seen my name in print, I was addicted. It was a sideline for a long time, but once I quit my job and started working for myself it gave me more time to write, and since then I’ve been working hard on building up my backlist.
Has anything happened in your career that you found surprising? Something unexpected? If so, what was it?
Yes, very recently. I went to a local chapter meeting of the Romantic Novelists’ Association, and when one of the organizers went round and introduced me to people, most people knew who I was already. Apparently, I posted something from one of my erotic romance pieces on the group’s Yahoo loop which has now made me infamous. When I looked around and considered what many of the other members of the group had achieved, I found it crazy that people knew who little old me was!
How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use any set outline?
For short stories, I tend to just sit down and write and see what happens. But I’ve written a novella and am currently writing a novel, which have both taken lots more planning. I tend to let character development come naturally, for the most part, because I often change things as I’m writing, and surprise myself!
What do you think makes a good story?
Personally, I like characters that are engaging. Whether they’re good girls, bad boys or whatever, I want to like them, or at least love to hate them. An interesting plot that keeps you guessing is great. And of course lots of hot sex! 😉

Is there a genre(s) that you’d like to write that you haven’t tackled yet?
I don’t think so. I’m steadily checking them on in terms of pairings, i.e. m/f, f/f, m/m, m/f/m, m/f/f. And genres I’ve tackled are contemporary and paranormal. I think I’ll probably stick with that for now. I’m not keen on sci-fi, so I’d probably never write it. Historicals terrify me because I’d be too scared of getting a fact wrong. I do, however, have a hankering to write a spy thriller. I’ve already started plotting a paranormal crime novel, but who knows when I’ll actually get time to start writing it!

What books/authors have most influenced your life?
I wouldn’t say any have influenced my life, as such. But they’ve certainly influenced my career, in terms of spurring me on to write more and write better. And because I read so much and so widely, I won’t name any authors, there are just too many. But basically, anyone who is successful influences me, because that’s what I want to be. *sighs wistfully*

What book are you reading now?

I’m reading Gone Tomorrow by Lee Child. I’m eating up thrillers at the moment.

What did you want to be when you grew up?
I always wanted to be an author. Sometimes a vet, sometimes a teacher, sometimes a nurse. But I always came back to author. *g*

What do you like to do for fun and relax?
What does relax mean? *gets dictionary* Oh yes, I remember that! 😉 Hehe, no seriously, I love to read, watch films and TV, go out exploring the countryside, visiting stately homes and historical places, spend time with my family and other half, play with and walk my dog, etc.
Fast & Fun:
Boxers or briefs? Boxers
Star Trek or Star Wars? I’ve never seen either
Dean Winchester or Sam Winchester? SAM!!!! But I wouldn’t turn Dean down, either.
Supernatural or Vampire Diaries? Supernatural. But I love Vampire Diaries, too.
CSI or NCIS? Never seen either
Brad Pitt or George Clooney? George Clooney
Harry Potter or Twilight? Harry Potter (I’m wearing a Harry Potter T-shirt right now!!)
Big Bang Theory or 30 Rock? Never seen 30 Rock, but I love the Big Bang Theory. Raj is hot! 😉
HBO’s Game of Thrones or True Blood? True Blood, but I love Game of Thrones, too.
JD Robb or JR Ward books? I’ve never read either!
Silk or satin? Ugh, neither.
Long and slow kisses or rough kisses? It depends on the mood. I’m a sucker for both, dependent on the situation.
Wine or beer? Vodka!
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate
Heels or running shoes? Running shoes
What place to travel is on your Bucket List? It would be easier to say where is NOT on my bucket list. I’ve been lucky to do quite a bit of travelling, but there’s soooo much more I want to see! Pretty much everywhere in America, New Zealand, Australia, Europe, etc…
When traveling do you prefer hotels or Bed & Breakfasts?Bed & Breakfasts. Though I usually camp!
Was it love at first sight for you when you met your spouse?Nope.
What did you notice first when you met your spouse? His eyes.
Where can readers contact you?
Thank you very much for being here. We all wish you the best of luck!!
Private Damien Stone is living in a nightmare. He’s out on exercise on Salisbury Plain with Lance Corporal Michael Scott—who also happens to be a huge pain in the arse. He’s a teacher’s pet who seems to delight in bossing Stone around. But that’s not the real reason Stone appears to dislike him so much. It’s because Stone—who’s bisexual—is seriously attracted to his superior, but he can’t do anything about it, because Scott is straight. Or is he?

New Release: The Mercenary Slave by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Ambushed, captured and sold. After losing his best friend, Wybert is forced to give up his life as a mercenary and become a pleasure slave. The daunting task becomes harder than expected when the attraction to his slave master goes beyond the bedchamber.

Izz-Sarava was content with his life as the Zshanti’s slave master until the new serf appeared. Somehow, under his presence, his control slips and his heart becomes exposed.

As their feelings develop, will they be able to overcome a past that haunts them to pursue a future together?

Be Warned: m/m sex, menage sex, spanking.
Excerpt © Elyzabeth M. Valey:
Without knocking, Melassar entered the darkened chamber. It was small, with barely enough space to stand and fully outstretch your arms. If you walked more than two paces in either direction, you’d meet a wall. It was the Sledövat, or Zshanti’s watching cell. Here she would sit and observe her pleasure slaves bathe whenever she pleased. Sometimes, if she so wished, they would be aware of her heavy stares. Other times, they were ignorant to her peering.
The beauty of the Sledövat lay in its splendid peeping panel, designed to trick the person bathing. From inside the water chamber all that was visible was an impressive painting of mermen and merwomen bathing and alluring a boat of sailors. However, small slits were cut across several places in the panel, allowing Zshanti to glance into the room, without hindrance.
She sat now on a low cushion, her chemise gathered at the waist and her long legs crossed before her. Her hands rested on her naked thighs, her nails digging into the soft skin.  Zshanti turned to face him, her sky blue eyes sparkling in the dim light coming from the adjoining room.
“You took long enough, Izz-Sarava. Come here, you are missing quite a spectacle.”
Melassar hurried to his mistress’s side. Though she did not look up at him, he bowed low before taking a seat by her side.
“Look,” she whispered while leaning forward.
Melassar followed her lead. He gasped when he peered into the peephole. Zshanti chuckled softly at his side.
“I know.”
His mouth dried up as he watched the stunning figure of Wybert through the slit. The large man had not wasted any time in undressing after Melassar had left him in the room, instructing him to bathe and don clean clothes. 
Melassar’s cock twitched in his breeches. Wybert stood in the center of the room in all his naked glory. Melassar gulped as Wybert approached the panel. Blood rushed to his cock, hardening it. Wybert was pure muscle, a man made out of stone. The muscles on his arms were defined, the plains of his chest undoubtedly solid, the ridges on his stomach unyielding.
Wybert observed the painted wall for a moment before losing interest. He yawned and stretched, the corded muscles of his biceps tensing as he raised his arms above his head. Melassar’s cock began to throb with need. Abruptly, Wybert stepped away from the wall and turned his back to them, giving them a view of his sculpted ass. Melassar discreetly massaged his cock through his trousers. Slowly, the giant eased himself into the hot tub. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he began to hum a popular ballad while bathing with the scented soap left at his disposal.
A low whimper forced Melassar to regain his bearings. Turning his head, he watched as his mistress dipped her fingers between her folds. She breathed laboriously, her breath coming out in slow pants as her left hand worked furiously at her pussy, drawing circles on her clit with hard strokes. Melassar shifted in his seat and she glanced up at him, a mixture of guilt and pleasure written on her face. Without a word, she removed her hand and they watched in silence for a few more minutes. Finally, Wybert stepped out of the tub.
“Do you think it will fit, Izz- Sarava?”
Melassar stared at Wybert’s organ. Even flaccid it seemed to be long and thick. 
“It will take some getting used to, Zshanti, but I’m certain it will enter.”
His Zshanti nodded enthusiastically. “I can hardly wait for tonight. Come to me after dinner, Izz-Sarava.”
“As you command, Zshanti.” Melassar bowed his head.
Zshanti stood and left the room. Melassar took in a deep breath. The smell of her arousal coupled with his lingered in the air. He leaned towards the peeping slits, palming his cock through his breeches.
Droplets of water stuck to Wybert’s chocolate skin, mingling with the hair on his chest and running down his navel to the nest of hairs over which his marvelous cock rested.  The thought of tasting that body, running his tongue across every plane and ridge made his mouth water. He licked his lips in anticipation. Tonight, but not now. With a regretful sigh, Melassar got on his feet. He squeezed his cock one last time. 
“Duty first,” he chided. His pleasure could wait a little longer.  
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