Lucy Felthouse

(Re)Release: Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse

sweetspotI’m a huge tennis fan.  I can’t tell you one single thing about rugby, or American football, or hockey, or any team sport, but if you want to know who won Wimbledon in 2006, or the players in the women’s game with the best one-handed backhand, well, I’m your woman. Most years, I go to the Brisbane International tournament and watch matches and practice, and soak up the atmosphere.

So when a story comes out that is a lesbian romance with tennis, I’m all over it.

I read Sweet Spot some time ago, and loved it, so I’m very happy to participate in the blitz for its re-release.  Lucy always tells a good story–a good steamy story–and in Sweet Spot those two things are both to the fore(hand). But it’s also a great story about tennis, and for all the out players in the women’s game, and for the fact that tennis is one sport where the women earn equal winnings as the men (and quite often more in endorsements), there are surprisingly few lesbian tennis stories.

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2015 in review


2015 was a good year in many ways for me.  It brought much pleasure and achievement, much laughter and good times.

I continue to live in south east Queensland, one of the most beautiful parts of Australia.  I live in a rural community, in a house perched on the side of a hill with views forever (that’s the view above on a misty morning).  The joy and inspiration this setting brings cannot be underestimated.  I love the sub-tropical climate, the ability to grow my own vegetables and source much of what we eat from local small producers.  So much better than the mass production supermarkets, with their dubious ethics and lack of accountability. Continue reading “2015 in review”

Christmas Kisses: Five Merry Tales of Lesbian Lust


Today marks the release of another mini anthology put out by Ladylit Publishing.  I’ve had the pleasure of being included in these collections before, along with Erzabet Bishop, Laila Blake, Harper Bliss and Lucy Felthouse.  The five of us now have six of these anthologies to our collective names.

This latest, Christmas Kisses: Five Merry Tales of Lesbian Lust arrives as a collection of pixels just before the holidays.  I hope you will check us out, and the five happy, horny and holiday tales within that very sexy cover (Thanks, Caroline!). Continue reading “Christmas Kisses: Five Merry Tales of Lesbian Lust”

Lucy Felthouse: Girls Will be Girls

Girls Will Be Girls - Lucy FelthouseBe sure to check out this new release from Lucy Felthouse.  Six of her best loved lesbian shorts in one volume.  Unmissable!


Six sexy Sapphic tales from the pen of popular lesbian erotica author, Lucy Felthouse.

Christmas cheer with colleagues, a driving disaster turned good, hot older women, girls in uniform, gorgeous gardeners and naughty fun in a changing cubicle… this collection contains a variety of erotic tales sure to tickle your fancy. Continue reading “Lucy Felthouse: Girls Will be Girls”

New novel from Lucy Felthouse: Eyes Wide Open

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Lucy Felthouse is so reliable. I don’t mean that she’ll remember your birthday and pick up a pint of milk for you if you forget (although she’s also so nice that she probably would!). I’m talking about her writing. If you pick up a story of hers you know, without a doubt, that you’ll get a well-written engrossing story,with believable characters. Oh, and it will be steaming hot and sexy. STEAMING hot and VERY sexy. It takes a lot of skill and professionalism to get such a reliably consistent level of great story-telling, and Lucy has that in spades. Buckets. Continue reading “New novel from Lucy Felthouse: Eyes Wide Open”

Erotic Books for the holidays

My mother emailed me recently and part of her email mentioned the Amazon Gift Card that would be coming my way very soon. While I responded that all I really wanted for Christmas was love and good cheer, I have to say that books and wine come in a close second, as my mother well knows. In fact, going through my credit card statement this month, I see it’s all e-books, wine, and petrol. Luckily love and good cheer are free.

I’m not going to give a wine buying guide (except to say that if you love a rich red you really can’t go past an Australian Coonawarra Cab Sav) and petrol is petrol is gas, but books. Well, that’s different.

So, want some holiday reading suggestions, for you or for someone else? Try the below.

It’s the feel good season, so for feel good erotic romance that always leaves me with a smile, it’s hard to go past Sommer Marsden. Sparkling humor, real and likeable characters, and hot and emotive sex that takes your breath away. Plus if you fall in love with Sommer, you’ve a lot to chose from. Check her out. (There’s zombies too).

Sporty? Lucy Felthouse’s lesbian zinger Sweet Spot pushes all the right buttons.

Want unputdownable intense emotion and hot, hot sex (and lots of it)? Try Alison Tyler’s stories of submission, starting with Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission.

Sex and food? Lisabet Sarai’s hot and extremely readable story, Her Secret Ingredient, is a winner. Or for short stories on this theme, All You Can Eat: a buffet of lesbian erotica and romance edited by Andi Marquette and R.G. Emmanuelle.

Sweet hot prose and romantic BDSM? Laila Blake’s Driftwood Deeds is for you.

And of course for stories of lesbian love and desire, my own collections Blue Woman Stories Volume 1 and Volume 2 are available. There’s five of my best erotic stories in each volume.

Want a longer lesbian read, chock full of convoluted relationships and drama? Then the entire Season 1 of Harper Bliss’ French Kissing will keep you occupied – and you can read the first part for free!

Rollicking, good humoured sex? Try Jeremy Edward’s brilliant novel The Pleasure Dial.

A different sort of erotica: Annabeth Leong’s Untouched features a main character who can’t stand being touched.

For some of the finest lesbian erotica around, try Sacchi Green’s single author collection “A Ride to Remember“.

And finally, of course, for stories of forbidden lesbian desire, check out my anthology “Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire“.

And finally, finally, if you have any non-bookish people in your life (if such a person exists!), then check out my favorite Zazzle store, Annika Eklind.

Cougars: The Allure of the Older Woman


The allure of the older woman. Or desire for a much younger one. If these scenarios are your thing, then you are going to love “Cougars” the upcoming mini anthology from Ladylit.

Following the successes of Bossy, Sweat, and A Christmas to Remember, Ladylit has once again rounded up the same five authors for their latest collection.

Here’s the Table of Contents:

Reunion Tour by Harper Bliss
Gorgon and Goat by Cheyenne Blue
Bali High by Erzabet Bishop
The Girl Next Door by Laila Blake
Returning Riley by Lucy Felthouse

Look out for “Cougars” in early November.

Cheyenne’s Holiday Gift Guide – Part 3

ipottyI’m leaving kitchen gadgets behind for today’s Bad Santa gift idea. At least, I hope I am. The Ipotty is woeful enough already, without having it in your kitchen. The Ipotty is a toilet training potty for your toddler with an Ipad attached to it. My first thought was shitty fingers all over the Ipad right before it’s dropped somewhere that would make you think twice about retrieving it. My second thought was that it’s the foundation for a lifetime of constipation. “Not finished mummy… Still not finished…” Maybe it’s made by the makers of Ex Lax.

Quick… Another idea, before my brain implodes.

A far better idea, and today’s Good Santa gift is the brand new lesbian erotica anthology from Ladylit. “A Christmas To Remember” features five brand new stories from Ezrabet Bishop, Lucy Felthouse, Laila Blake, Harper Bliss and moi. This is the same line up who scorched the pages earlier in the year in “Sweat”, also from Ladylit.

christmastorememberThere’s a fine variety of stories in this anthology. From the obligatory office party to a cabin in the woods, Christmas celebrations come in all shapes and sizes. The ladies in this Christmas anthology like to keep it original though, and get their festive groove on in bed shops and the Australian outback, not to mention the ‘Mermaids and Mistletoe Masquerade Ball’… A Christmas to Remember contains five lesbian erotica stories that will make your Christmas merry AND hot.

My story, “Outback Christmas” is set in the Australian Outback (duh!). Simona’s lover, Casey, has snapped her Achilles tendon falling off a ladder. While Casey is going crazy from the enforced rest, Simona is working for two, slaving in the heat and dust of a Queensland summer. A hot and sweaty story in more ways than one.

Here’s an excerpt:

She was doing everything, while Casey lay on the bed and listened to Radio National or spent short periods at the computer. Casey was frustrated; she was helpless, angry, and worried she wasn’t pulling her weight. It wasn’t about a Christmas gift. It went deeper than that. It delved into the layers of their relationship, the give and take.

Simona narrowed her eyes. “Well, I want a present,” she said. “And I want it now. It’s Christmas Eve. I’ll have my present early.”

A tiny wrinkle of confusion creased Casey’s forehead. “But I just said-“

“You big nong.” Simona stood, and her fingers moved to the front of her lightweight shirt. “There’s something you can give me.” The shirt fell to the floor, followed by her cotton bra.

The movement of air felt good on her bare skin. Still hot, still sweltering in the hottest part of the day, but better. She unzipped her jeans, and peeled them down her sticky legs. Horsehairs came loose and drifted in the current from the fan, joining the dust on the timber boards she hadn’t had time to vacuum.
Her panties were damp with sweat, and she hooked her fingers in the band, dragged them down, kicked them away. Naked, she stood at the end of the bed, hands on her hips, tendrils of long dark hair clinging damply to her neck.

“No present? You have something I want, Casey Jane Morotti, and it’s time you delivered.” She stepped around the bed and locked eyes with her lover. There was a wicked gleam in Casey’s eyes, one that Simona hadn’t seen since the day she’d found her crumpled in a heap at the bottom of their roofing ladder. Dark eyes locked together, offered, accepted, and sparkled in anticipation.

“I’ve been working hard,” Simona said in conversational tones. “I’ve exercised four horses, backed the colt, taken the ute down the bore paddock to fix the fence along the creek. Had to push start it by myself too, which isn’t easy. Killed a mulga snake, finished the guttering you left incomplete when you inconveniently fell off the ladder. Talked to Matt about the colt’s progress, and you know I loathe talking to owners. Swept the yard, shot half a dozen rabbits, did the laundry, fixed the dishwasher, and cooked dinner every night. Not bad tucker either, if I say so myself. But now it’s reward time.” She kneeled on the bed, swinging one lean thigh over Casey, so that her spread thighs were above Casey’s face. “I want to come twice before we even think about you. Tongue only the first time; the second you can use fingers or toys as well.”

There was just time to see the surprise in Casey’s eyes before she lowered her pussy onto Casey’s face. Surprise because Simona was seldom the assertive one, preferring to satisfy her lover before taking her own pleasure. She clutched the iron bedhead to help support her weight, and closed her eyes.

Casey’s fingers smoothed their way up Simona’s thigh, their light touch deepening the well of desire that already pooled in her belly. Simona tightened her calves around Casey’s ears. “I said tongue only.”



Some time ago, I was telling a friend about my latest run. I described how beautiful it was running along the Maroochy River as the sun set, seeing the pelicans glide in like 747s, dodging the walkers and the fishermen, being deafened by the cacophony of the lorikeets in the gum trees. I finished by saying that I’d stepped up the pace for the last kilometre, so hard that at the end I was bent double, head spinning, trying my best not to puke.

“It was the best run in a long time!” I said.

There was a silence. My friend looked askance. “I can’t believe you used “best” and “puke” in the same sentence,” she said. “That is so wrong.”

But it was so right. The joy of movement, of exercising to your limit, whatever that limit may be, is one of the sweet things in life.

And now “Sweat”  edited by Harper Bliss is here. A collection of sweaty lesbian stories from five sweaty writers of lesbian erotica.

My story “Marathon Woman” kicks off the collection. It’s the tale of Vinnie and Riz, and how running fits into their relationship and what it means to each of them. And “Sweat” goes on from there, with wonderful stories about yoga (Laila Blake), swimming (Lucy Felthouse), tennis (Harper Bliss) and (my favorite) roller derby (Ezrabet Bishop).

Check out “Sweat”  at Ladylit or on  Amazon

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