Monday, 1 September 2014

Author interview - Lucy Felthouse

This month’s author interview is Lucy Felthouse who I have met at several different conferences/events for erotica writers (and attended several of her workshops!). Over to you, Lucy…

Thanks, Jennifer. I am a very busy woman! I write erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and have over 100 publications to my 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 my bow is editing, and I have edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edit for a small publishing house. I own Erotica For All, am book editor for Cliterati, and am one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join me on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to my newsletter at:

About You

What’s your guiltiest pleasure?

Brushing my teeth in the shower. What can I say? I’m nowhere near as badass as my characters.
(LOL – you mad woman!)

What do you do when you’re not writing?

Brush my teeth in the shower, LOL (hehehehe!). I run my business (, I edit, I read, I watch TV, I play with my dog and spend time with my other half.

Name three people you would like to be shipwrecked with (and why)?

Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch and Jared Padalecki. Because they’re all funny and totally gorgeous. Need I say any more?

Your Writing

Tell us about your latest book.

Pack of Lies is a paranormal erotic romance which is also a thriller. It’s the most complex piece of work I’ve written to date and I had loads of fun with it. It’s about two werewolf brothers who are framed for a crime they didn’t commit. It’s pretty different to anything I’ve written so far, but don’t panic, it’s still got super hot sex and delicious alpha males ;)
(I like….)

Is there any trivia about your latest/forthcoming story that you can share with us (eg, the name of a real life pet that you used in the story)?

Well, I wouldn’t call it trivia as such, but a big part of my storyline is based on real historical happenings from the 1600s. It’s a fictional novel which is based on stunning fact.
(Oh, how intriguing!)

What’s the hardest part of writing?

Editing myself. I think I’m getting better, but even when using methods like reading your stuff out loud, it’s still so much easier to pick up on other people’s errors than your own.
(Yep, know what you mean).

Quick Fire round

Tall skinny men or short but muscular? Tall and skinny. Ideally, tall and muscular, really, but if I can only have one, definitely tall. I’m a sucker for a tall guy.

Hawaii or Norway? Hawaii. Mainly because the British summer seems to have disappeared.
(Hasn’t it just!)

Turquoise or mauve? Turquoise.

A juicy grilled steak with garlic butter or vanilla & raspberry cheesecake with white chocolate? Why can’t I have both? That sounds like a complete two-course meal to me!

Historical or sci-fi movie? Historical. I’m really not a sci-fi fan.

George Clooney or Brad Pitt? Neither. They don’t do it for me.

Flogging or paddling? Paddling.

Bouquet of roses of bunch of wild flowers? Neither. I’d rather have chocolate.


Links of how fans can find you on the internet?

Here’s an excerpt from her book:

As Matthew and Isaac Adams opened the front door to their house, the telephone started ringing. Matthew sighed. “Typical. No rest for the wicked. I’ll answer it, you go and get ready for work.”

Isaac nodded and headed off to do as his brother advised. Matthew, the older of the two, walked toward the ringing phone and snatched it off the hook. Then, remembering that the person on the other end of the line would have no idea what a rough night he’d just had, he made the effort to inject some politeness into his tone.

“Hello? Adams residence.” Isaac had told him time and time again that the last part about the residence was old-fashioned, that people didn’t say that anymore, but Matthew couldn’t seem to shake it.

“Hello, Matthew? It’s Richard.” The village vicar’s voice, even though he’d only spoken four words, sounded strained, almost panicked. “You boys just get back?”

“Yeah, a moment ago. Why, what’s up?”

“I, uh… I got a call. A dead sheep has been found up on the moor. Not just dead. Mutilated. Like a wild animal attack.”

An unpleasant feeling wormed its way under Matthew’s skin and his stomach flipped. “Oh?” He paused, then figured he had nothing to gain by not saying the next words he wanted to. “You don’t think it was us?”

The vicar’s gasp was instant, one of genuine surprise. “Lord, no! Absolutely not. I just phoned to let you know and I was wondering if you’d come up there with me and take a look. You and Isaac are probably more qualified than anyone else in the village to tell what did this.”

“Isaac has to work, he just went to get ready. But yes, I’ll come up. I’ll let my brother know where I’m going, then I’ll be straight over. Are you at the rectory?”

“Yes. Okay, I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Matthew. Bye.”


Matthew hung up the phone with another sigh. The horrible feeling that had crept under his skin and taken over his gut seemed as if it was there to stay, and it was never a good sign. The vicar’s news was surprising, yes, but he also had an inkling that it was going to spell trouble, or at the very least inconvenience, for him and his brother.

Pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jangling nerves, Matthew walked upstairs and toward his brother’s bedroom. The door was closed. He knocked. “You decent?”

“Yeah,” Isaac replied, “close enough.”

Stepping into the room, Matthew looked at his brother. He was half-dressed, ready for his shift at the doctor’s surgery, where he was a general practitioner. “Sorry to interrupt, mate, but that was Richard on the phone. They’ve found a mutilated sheep up on the moor, and he’s asked me to go with him to check it out.”

Isaac paused with one arm pushed into his shirtsleeve. “He doesn’t think—”

Matthew cut him off. “No. He was quite adamant about that. He just thought we’d be able to help figure out what did it. I explained that you’ve got to go to work, though. I’m going to head across there now and go up with him.”

“I could phone in, let them know I’ll be late.”

Matthew held up his hand. “There’s no need, brother. Relax. Just go to work and help the sick people. I’ll let you know what—if anything—I find out.”

Opening his mouth, then closing it again, Isaac seemed to have thought better of whatever he was going to say. He continued to dress. “All right, I will. But make sure you let me know what happens. Send me a text or something, and I’ll phone you as soon as I have a gap in between patients.”

Matthew grimaced. He hated texting. Hated mobile phones, actually. Technology was one of the things he disliked most about modern-day life, though he realized it was a necessary evil. It solved as many problems for him and his brother as it created, so he dealt with it as best he could. Fortunately, Isaac had always had an affinity with computers and phones, so he tutored his older brother.

“Yeah, all right. I’d better go and find my phone first then, eh?”

Smirking at his brother’s rolled eyes, he left the room and headed for his own bedroom, where he thought he’d left the device the previous night, before he and Isaac had headed for the caves. Immediately spotting the mobile phone—which Isaac often made a point of telling him was akin to a brick—he grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket and made his way downstairs.

Thanks for being interrogated, Lucy. It was great getting to know you. Next month is the turn of Melanie Fletcher.

1 comment:

  1. Enjoyed the interview! The excerpt was really good and I can't wait to read this book!