I love Lucy!

Hello again,

It’s my big pleasure to bring another helping of the lovely Lucy Felthouse who is introducing her new release, Brick Dust & Bedsprings!

There are chores to be done, but it’s
much more fun to stand at the window and watch the rippling muscles and sweaty
torsos of the men paving her driveway- her window sill never got cleaned so
thoroughly before!
But when sexy brothers Marcus and Jamie
catch their customer looking, the action rapidly moves from the front of the
house to the bedroom…
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Lucy is a graduate of the
University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year,
she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and
she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble
Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite
Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find
out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
You can also find her on Facebook
and Twitter.
 And now for your pleasure – 
an excerpt:
I heard the rumble of an engine, and
craned my neck to look out of the window. Yes, they were here. My lips curved
into a smile, and I scuttled out to meet them.
“Morning!” I chirped brightly. The
two men turned from their van at the sound of my voice.
“Christ,” exclaimed the larger and
older of the two, “I wasn’t expecting you to be up at this hour!” It was nine
in the morning.
“You cheeky so and so. I’m not that
lazy. Besides I had to get up to move the car. You’d have struggled to dig the
drive up with my car on it, wouldn’t you?”
He winked cockily at me. “Mine’s a
coffee, please. Two sugars, plenty of milk.”
“Yes, Marcus. God, what did your last
slave die of? Jamie?” His brother looked up from the papers he was shuffling.
“Um, I’m alright for now actually.”
“Are you sure? I was only messing
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll have one
I sauntered back into the house and
started making drinks. I’d already flicked the kettle on in anticipation of
their arrival, and as I poured the milk into Marcus’ mug I chuckled to myself.
I’d delib¬erately used a pink one, just to piss him off. It wasn’t exactly the
most manly of mugs, as I’m sure you can imagine. Mind you, it would take more
than that to rob Marcus of his masculinity. Mmm.
He wasn’t my usual type. I usually go
for the more classic good-looking guy. You know, clean-shaven, nicely dressed,
and all that. Marcus definitely didn’t fall into that category. He wasn’t ugly,
by any means, but he’d never be on the cover of a magazine either. And you
certainly wouldn’t take him home to meet your parents. But he still oozed
sexiness out of every pore. Whether it was the fact that he was rough around
the edges, I don’t know. Maybe I was looking for a bit of rough.
I handed him his coffee with a cheeky
smile. After a question¬ing glance at the mug, he took a sip. He winced as the
hot liquid scalded his tongue. He swallowed slowly. I watched his Adam’s apple
contract and relax and felt my face start to heat up.
Against my better judgment I studied
him: his broad chest, huge biceps, strong-looking thighs clad in denim. Christ.
I felt my pussy twitch involuntarily and closed my eyes. When I opened them
again, he was looking at me. Oops. A moment of charged silence, then he smiled,
all the while staring at my chest. I glanced down, and wanted to die of
embarrassment. My nipples were rock hard and straining against the thin cotton
top I was wearing.
“Must be cold,” I blurted, not
wanting him to know the effect he was having on me. Marcus looked at me, then
glanced up at the burning sun. He raised his eyebrows.
“Right,” I mumbled, desperate to get
away. “I’ve got chores to do indoors; gimme a shout if you want anything.”
“Anything?” he enquired.

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