Pros
It’s great fun looking at women through a man’s
eyes—fictionally, anyway!—and focussing on sexy encounters only, rather than
any romantic entanglements.
I get to explore the friendship between my two lead
males, how they speak to each other, wind each other up and egg each other on.
It’s a challenge, one that’s a great deal of fun and
allows me to use, in this series anyway, some of my travel experience, but dig
deeper below the surface and explore what young men would do put in those
places.
I can be even ruder and cruder than usual.
I get to use some of the fantasies my male friends
have told me about in a more realistic way.
Cons
I have to be careful about the language used – I’m
writing for men, from a man’s perspective, so I have to make sure the boys
don’t say something girly!
It’s sometimes difficult to remain in that mindset,
because for the most part, I write how I speak, but as a female, I can’t do
that in this series!
The readership is much smaller, and these particular
books don’t sell anywhere near as well as my stuff aimed at women. Having said
that, most of the comments I’ve had about these books have been from women who
have also enjoyed them.
Happy Reading!
Lucy x
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Book three of the World of Sin series.
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting university. Now it’s on to Rome.
The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride, providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.
More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-rome/
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Excerpt:
Ryan came to the conclusion that perhaps this
journey wasn’t so horrendous after all. He’d been a little miffed that the
American girls, Shanna and Taryn, had wanted to tag along from Paris to Rome
with him and Kristian. He’d been keen not to end up with any chicks who wanted
more than a one night stand, figuring that any romantic entanglements would
screw up their footloose and fancy-free gap year trip. Their last year of
freedom, without commitment, before they went to University and had to grow up,
buckle down.
In the here and now, however, Ryan decided that
Shanna actually wasn’t that bad. It seemed she was determined to spice up the
never-ending coach trip from Paris to Rome. Eight hundred and seventy miles,
thirteen hours. They’d known when they’d booked it that it would be nigh on
intolerable, but it was the cheapest way to travel. And having sat in the
increasingly stuffy, tiny coach, Ryan could see why. It made cramped seats in
coach class on a flight feel like first class.
Shanna had removed her jacket as the crap
air-conditioning was utterly failing to cool down the cabin. It had been draped
over her lap for a while before she slid it across so it covered part of his
too. Ryan frowned, wondering why she thought it was a good idea to make him warmer.
He was already melting in the heat. Then she slipped her hand beneath the
jacket and moved it over his crotch. She squeezed his flaccid cock, making her
intentions absolutely clear. He realized that if he continued to stare down at
their laps it would be painfully obvious to anyone who glanced in their
direction what they were up to. So he leaned over and kissed Shanna’s cheek,
nuzzling her red hair out of the way to murmur into her ear.
“I’m going to try and act natural.” Then,
remembering what had happened to him back in London when he’d ended up with
cum-filled boxer shorts, he added, “Can you, uh, catch it in a tissue?”
Grinning, Shanna revealed the flimsy white material
in her other hand. It appeared she’d already thought of that. Saucy wench—he liked
her. She was a fun girl, gorgeous-looking and a great lay. Had things been
different, he might have considered pursuing something long-term with her, but
it wasn’t going to happen. He and Kristian had this one chance, this few months
to live life to the fullest, do what they wanted, do who they wanted, go where
they liked, and he wasn’t going to throw it away for a green-eyed,
cute-accented chick. No way.
He wasn’t worried about upsetting her, though. He
knew that she and her friend had a similar pact and outlook on their European
travels. They too were hooking up, having a good time and moving on.
Ryan grinned out of the window. Life was good. A
sexy girl was about to get his cock out on a coach and toss him off, and he was
heading to the third destination on his gap year adventure. The Italian capital
awaited and he couldn’t wait to see what it had in store.
Before he got there, though, he was going to have
another orgasm on public transport. First the toilets on the Eurostar, now
beneath a jacket on a coach. God, what was it with women and doing it in
cramped, risky places? And Blanche—the French bird on the Eurostar—and Shanna
weren’t the only ones he was thinking of. He was beginning to forget what it
was like to have sex in a bed. Not that he was complaining—Christ, no. If a
sexy woman propositioned him, who was he to refuse?
By now Shanna had undone his belt, button and fly
and released his cock from his boxers. It had taken a while as she’d had to
keep her movements slow, subtle, so no one realized what was happening. As a
result of all the fumbling, his dick was rock hard by the time she got it out,
and it sprung eagerly into her hand.
She leaned her head on his shoulder and he slipped
his arm around her, pulling her close. Anyone who looked now would just see a
couple of young people having a cuddle. Or possibly a hot redhead sleeping on
the shoulder of a young man who could either be her boyfriend or a total
stranger.
Carefully, she began to stroke him, getting into a
rhythm that would drive him to climax without anyone knowing.
Ryan turned back to the window, giving the
appearance of looking out at the darkening sky. Shanna’s grip tightened, her
movements grew faster and he grew closer to coming. He dug his teeth into his
bottom lip in an attempt to regain some kind of control. It didn’t help—his
hormones raged and the familiar tingle at the base of his spine was a dead
giveaway.
Looking as chilled out, as casual as possible, he
turned to Shanna and whispered, “You’d better get that tissue ready—otherwise
I’m going to make an awful mess.”
She gave a single nod of understanding and moved her
other hand beneath the jacket, slowly, languidly. It probably looked as though
she was just changing position, rather than anything naughtier. Ryan, however,
was at the stage where he didn’t care. If anyone happened to look across,
happened to confront them, he’d hold a hand up to keep them quiet until he
finished.
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Interesting post, Lucy. I think it must be tough trying to speak like a man. Do you get a man to read it through before you submit it, just to be sure it sounds right?
ReplyDeleteGood point.Maya. I'm wondering the same thing too. It's got to be tricky trying to understand what men like.
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Thanks for stopping by, Maya! I don't get a man to read it through, I'll be honest, but I have some good male friends and my lovely other half to help me out if I get stuck - and I've had really good feedback so far. Also, my editor is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteFantastic excerpt!!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like loads of fun! I guess that I have to channel my more masculine feelings when I play with a guy who's a switch.
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