Blurb:
If you enjoy
testosterone-filled tales of men getting it on, then check out this collection
from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.
From stranded soldiers to
submissive virgins, sexy firemen and second chances to shifters, and even some
unexpected ménage, this book has variety galore. There’s something for
everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.
Enjoy six steamy stories, over
46,000 words of magnificent manlove.
Please note: The stories in this
anthology have been previously published.
Available from: http://books2read.com/magnificentmanlove
Excerpt:
Nathan closed his book with a
very final slap and put it on the coffee table in front of him, then leaned
back in his chair. Stretching languidly, he said, “Bloody good, that was.
Though, admittedly, I thought it’d last me all week. Wasn’t expecting to get through
it on day one.”
Raising an eyebrow, Lee shot
Nathan an amused glance. “Not far off myself. Fucking storm. Stupid us, eh,
going on holiday in the UK in summertime—not like you can guarantee the sodding
weather, is it? Should’ve gone to the Canaries.”
“No, we can’t guarantee the
weather, but…” Nathan gave the window a sidelong glance, “I do have some good
news.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. The torrential downpour
has stopped.”
“Seriously?” Lee slammed his own
book closed and scurried over to the window. “Oh, wow, it’s cleared right up,
and I can see a rainbow. Wanna head out? Just a little wander down to that pond
we saw on the way here, maybe? Get some fresh air. We’ve got loads of daylight
left, haven’t we?”
Nathan checked his watch.
“Plenty. Especially if we’re only nipping to the pond. It’s probably only a
fifteen-minute walk.”
“Fantastic. I was going a bit
stir crazy in here. I’ll grab our coats and shoes.”
Lee had disappeared into the
hallway of their rented holiday cottage before Nathan had the chance to reply. Shaking
his head with a smile, Nathan collected their empty mugs from the coffee table
and took them into the kitchen, then got a bottle of water from the fridge. He
doubted they’d need a drink during their short trek along the road, but he
could just shove the bottle in his coat pocket and forget about it. At least
it’d be there if they wanted it.
When he returned to the living
room, Lee was just about to tie up his laces.
“I got water,” Nathan said,
brandishing the bottle.
“Cool. Shoes are there.” He nodded
to the chair Nathan had been sitting in. Sure enough, his trail shoes were
waiting on the floor in front of it.
“Thanks.”
Within a few minutes, they were
headed out of the door. Nathan locked up, pocketed the key, then checked the
handle. He doubted very much the place would get broken into—they were in the
middle of nowhere, after all. There were farms nearby, but the closest village
was about a mile and a half away. So any thieves would have to make a
considerable effort to get to the cottage in the first place, never mind
attempt to break into it. Rolling his eyes at his own paranoia, he turned and
followed Lee, who’d already started ambling along the road in the direction of
the pond.
After falling into step beside
Lee, Nathan pulled in some deep breaths, enjoying the fresh air after being
cooped up in the cottage. It was beautiful, and cosy, but it was supposed to be
a base for them to go walking—somewhere for them to eat, sleep and shower, not
to be stuck in for hours on end, staring at the walls. Or climbing them.
He admired the rainbow as they
walked, its vivid colours painted across the watery sky. It seemed the clouds
had literally exhausted themselves—only occasional wispy streaks of white now
interrupted the never-ending blue. The sun beamed down, heating up the ground
and beginning to evaporate the huge puddles. It would take some doing—one such
puddle stretched across the width of the road, and they had to skirt around its
edge to avoid getting wet feet.
Nathan smiled. Though the storm itself
had been grim, the washed-out aftermath made everything feel fresh, clean
somehow.
“You look thoughtful,” Lee said,
breaking into his reverie. “A penny for them?”
“Mmm. It’s one of those things
that sounds better in your head than said out loud.”
“Try me.”
Shrugging, Nathan replied,
“Nothing major. Just admiring the rainbow, the sky, the clouds… thinking how
everything looks so fresh and clean after a good storm. Like it’s been purified
or something… Ugh, it’s stupid.”
Lee stopped and reached for Nathan’s
hand. His green eyes were wide and filled with wonder. “No, it isn’t. Not at
all—I was thinking something similar myself. It’s kinda romantic, isn’t it?
Purification, rebirth, and all that.”
“In a roundabout way, maybe. I
dunno.” He shrugged again.
Lee’s eyes narrowed, and his lips
curved into a wicked grin. “We could make
it romantic.”
“How so?”
“Come here and I’ll show you.” Still gripping Nathan’s hand, Lee tugged him close and moved in for a kiss. Nathan went into the embrace willingly, the smile on his face soon smothered by Lee’s hot lips.
Author Bio:
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), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love
Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts 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, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover
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