Blurb
If
you enjoy short tales of ladies loving each other, then get your
hands on this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy
Felthouse.
From
Zumba classes to army basic training, surfer chicks to mechanics, and
even a lost dog, this book has variety galore. There’s something
for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.
Enjoy
twelve titillating tales, over 45,000 words of Sapphic delight.
Please
note: The stories in this anthology have been previously published.
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Excerpt
Verity’s
phone buzzed in her pocket, reminding her of an angry—and
insistent—bee. Sighing, she pulled the device out and looked at the
screen. Rolling her eyes, she rejected the call, then pressed the off
button. Fuck her family and their petty dramas—she did enough for
them, and they never appreciated it. Let them deal with their own
shit for a change. She’d come here for some peace and solitude, and
that was what she was damn well going to get.
After
showing her membership card to the kindly old lady at the kiosk,
Verity passed through the gate and into the gardens of Biddulph
Grange. The beautiful stately home, sadly, was private, but the
stunning landscaped gardens were open to the public. The place was
already off the beaten track—nestled as it was, deep in the
Staffordshire countryside—but once Verity stepped inside the huge
gardens, she felt a million miles from anywhere.
Closing
her eyes momentarily, she pulled in a deep breath through her
nostrils, and released it from her mouth. Already she felt better,
the stress and irritation seeping out of her and disappearing into
the gravelled path beneath her feet. This place was her refuge, her
sanctuary. She never told anyone where she went when she disappeared
off for a few hours every couple of weeks—more often if her family
was being more difficult than usual—and that was the beauty of it.
No one knew where she was, no one could bother her. All she had was
herself and the cacophony of nature within the garden walls, and that
was precisely how she wanted it.
Letting
out a contented sigh this time, she shut out all the unpleasant
thoughts, emptying her mind, and concentrated only on what was around
her. What she could see, what she could hear, what she could smell.
Her
favourite thing about the gardens—aside from their being her
escape—was the fact they seemed to look different every time she
visited. Nature took its course: trees and bushes grew, plants
flowered, leaves turned and dropped. New plants were introduced, old
or diseased ones were removed.
The
wildlife was wonderful, too. A huge variety of birds fluttered,
swooped and hopped around, tweeting, twittering and singing.
Butterflies and squirrels also made frequent appearances. They never
failed to make Verity smile, and today was no exception. A further
weight was lifted from her as her lips curved into a grin, and she
breathed in deeply through her nostrils. The air smelled fresh, yet
something lingered, hinting at something to come.
Verity
tilted her head back and looked up at the sky. Hmm, that could be it.
There was a thick covering of cloud, not particularly
ominous-looking, but then that was British weather for you. It could,
and did, change in the blink of an eye.
Shrugging,
Verity carried on walking. She was here now—she wasn’t going to
leave just in case it rained. Even if it did, so what? A little rain
never killed anyone. It could actually be kind of refreshing.
Putting
one foot in front of the other, she followed her nose through the
landscape, admiring everything she saw, and exchanging polite nods
and smiles with the handful of people she met. And it was only a
handful. Perhaps others had checked the weather forecast before
coming out and had been deterred. More fool them.
On
the other hand, though, she thanked them. It meant she had the place
pretty much to herself. Smiling, she allowed her imagination to run
away with itself, painting a picture of a scenario where Verity owned
the stately home currently hidden from view, and was wandering in her
own private gardens. Every tree, every bush, every flower, every
blade of grass was on her land, and she loved it. Having such an
amazing place to call her own… well, she knew how lucky she was.
She
was snapped out of her grand and wonderful fantasy by something that
didn’t look quite right. Blinking, she focussed on whatever it was
over to her left-hand side that seemed to stand out like a sore
thumb. She frowned and stepped closer, still not entirely sure what
she was seeing. Though it definitely wasn’t a thumb, sore or
otherwise.
About
the Author
Lucy
Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels
Stately
Pleasures (named
in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That
You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes
Wide Open (winner
of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an
Amazon bestseller), The
Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight
and The
Heiress’s Harem series.
Including
novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to
her name. Find out more about her writing at
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk,
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1 comment:
Oooh, this sounds lovely!
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