Welcome, my lovelies!
For those of you who have been around a while, you might recall a little group of authors I’ve been a part of for the last couple of years known as “The Wickedly Sexy Writers.”
My guest today, Lucy Felthouse, is one of those wicked and sexy writers, and she's been known to drop in from time to time on both of my blogs. We love it when she does!!
Today’s visit is extra special because she and I are both part of the hot and sexy Alpha’s Claim Manlove Anthology from Evernight.
Lucy's contribution, Out of the Cold, is everything we've come to expect from any story she's penned.
That being said, I promise not to make you wait a moment longer for a yummy morsel to nibble on, so let’s dig right in.
Writing a Delicious Alpha by Lucy Felthouse
When I saw the call for submissions for the Alpha’s Claim anthologies, I knew I wanted to give it a go. I saw it fairly last minute, so only had time to write for one of the anthologies, sadly. I thought about it for a while, about what I could write, and decided to go for the Manlove Edition. Soon, I had a delicious alpha in mind, an alpha that didn’t really know he was an alpha, had a chequered past and was still hiding from it.
Kane Wimborne was lots of fun to write. He’s gorgeous, dark, and has many secrets. But he’s not a bad guy, not really, just a victim of his circumstances. He was forced into the things he’s done in the past, and now lives a fairly normal, if isolated, life. I admit I was pretty mean to him, in a way. His existence is now stable, relaxed, and I went and threw some havoc in there for him, in the shape of a hunky young man almost on his doorstep.
Paul Barter also leads a pretty isolated life, he keeps himself to himself and moves around a lot. But when he ends up getting beaten up and takes refuge outside Kane’s property, things rapidly start to change for both men. There are so many elements at play here, and I had lots of fun tinkering around with them. I can’t say too much because I’ll give the game away, but let’s just say that neither Kane or Paul have entirely escaped their pasts...
Strength. Power. Domination.
The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their men.
Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?
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Excerpt from Out in the Cold:
Completing his stretches, Kane Wimborne grabbed his keys and left the house, locking the door behind him and pocketing the keys. Jogging down the driveway of his large mansion, he paused at a keypad to punch in the code that would open the gates and allow him off the property.
He’d barely gotten through the gates when he saw something that made him stop dead. A human-shaped bundle was lying next to the wall on his left. Instinctively, his hand went to his pocket to check if his phone was there. Yes, he could phone for help if it was needed.
Cautiously, he approached the shape, with many possibilities running through his head. It could be a homeless person or a drunk who had simply been looking for a sheltered place to sleep. It could be someone who was injured. Or he could be about to step onto a crime scene. Conscious of this last point, he called out before getting any closer—he didn’t want to inadvertently mar any evidence, should that last be correct.
“Hey. You all right?” He felt stupid saying the words, because someone lying next to a wall first thing in the morning couldn’t be classified as all right, for whatever reason they were there.
As there was no response, he edged a little closer and was about to shout again when a weird sensation overtook him. A sensation that he hadn’t felt in a very long time—the one that told him another shifter was nearby.
He’d already been on edge, but now he hurriedly looked around him, confident that even in the dull morning light his superior vision would immediately highlight anything out of place. There was nothing. Except for the fellow shifter who was on the ground in front of him, obviously.
It was clear the wall-hugger was a shifter, given that all of Kane’s senses told him there was no one else around. There rarely was at 5:30 in the morning. Now Kane realized what a good thing this was—he didn’t want any witnesses, just in case any random shifting took place. It was entirely possible—it was a natural response to threats, especially if one was injured.
And if he or she wasn’t injured, why in the hell were they here?
No longer bothered about contaminating a crime scene—he wouldn’t be calling the authorities on another of his kind, whoever they were—Kane crouched down beside the prone figure and searched for its neck, then its pulse. He found both, which was a relief, and at the same time he’d ascertained that the “it” was in fact a man. The stubble on the neck and jaw gave it away. It was either that or a bearded lady had absconded from the local circus.
After calling out a couple more times, Kane decided that the softly-softly approach was clearly not going to work. Checking that the two of them were still alone—what he was about to do could easily stir the guy into changing—he grabbed the man’s shoulders and shook him, hard, then slapped his face for good measure.
It took a few seconds, but finally, the man came round. Groaning, his hand came up to his face, where Kane had hit him. Then his other hand moved to the other side. As the guy attempted to sit up, Kane reached out to help him, then gasped.
He should not have slapped his face. All he’d done was add additional pain to an already affected area. A badly abused area, in fact. The other shifter looked like he’d taken a serious beating, or fallen from the top of a very tall tree.
“Christ,” Kane said, still supporting the man’s back, so he didn’t flop back down onto the pavement. “What the hell happened to you?”
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9