I love a good boxed set. It's a chance to find new and interesting authors and usually great reading value for money. Sweet Sensations has it all. Eight awesome contemporary romances by award-winning, bestselling authors.
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In
the Cards, by Lynn LaFleur
Catherine found her fantasy man stepping
out of a greeting card…Can love break a curse put on Kane centuries ago, and
bring him to her forever, this time?
Love
Me Forever, by USA TODAY bestseller, Ari Thatcher
Lovers for one idyllic summer, he said he’d
call but never did…
When the laid-back billionaire and the new
divorcee meet again by chance, can they rekindle a summer love to last forever?
A
Patchwork Romance, by Ann Jacobs
A self-made billionaire, Jared has come
home to the Smoky Mountains, looking for an elusive something that’s missing
from his life…Will he find it in the arms of Althea, a simple country quiltmaker?
Major
Pleasure, by Denise A. Agnew
Jemma has always wanted Blayne, but his
army career makes her afraid to give her heart…
Will love let her overcome her fear, and
commit to forever with the hot Special Forces officer?
Escaping
the Past, by L. M. Connolly
His shady past, her present danger, and an
international plot bring Jade and GARY together…
Can love thrive as they dodge bullets from
New York to Naples and beyond?
A riveting tale of romantic suspense, never
before published.
Love
Through a Lens, by Lucy Felthouse
On location shooting film together, new
graduate, Celine, is drawn to Edward, a British actor 30 years her senior…
Can the inevitable romance between them
blossom into love?
A heartwarming original novella, never
before published.
Loving
a Go-Go, by Anh Leod
Lexie, an heiress, finds her match in
fellow boot fetishist, Adrian, who sells shoes in her family’s store…
Can a sexy romp during the holidays lead to
a lasting relationship between these two?
Cat’s
Play, by Marilu Mann
In this sexy game of cat’s play, a thief
and a billionaire make some interesting discoveries about each other...Will
they learn things aren’t always exactly as they seem?
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An
excerpt from Love Through a Lens by Lucy Felthouse:
Celine gritted her teeth and hung tightly
onto the straps of her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up
the steep incline. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest,
and her lungs screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really,
she needed to stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward
was already way ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen
path were perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn’t
seem to be slowing him down a jot.
But then, this was the difference between
the two of them—or one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list
British actor, was also a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds
of walks all the time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.
Celine Paterson, however, was a different
story altogether. Newly graduated from university, she’d struggled to find
filming work in her preferred field—fashion—and so she’d had to cast her net
wider. Incredibly wide, as it happened.
With hindsight, it was easy to see why
she’d gotten the job with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul.
Traipsing around the Peak District wasn’t so bad, but add in heavy camera
equipment, camping gear, food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone
and makeup—for Edward, not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling trek.
The money was poor, too, especially considering she was the only member of
Edward’s crew. Could a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just a
dogsbody?
She’d had no choice. It was this job or
nothing. Crap money or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her
resumé or no credit at all. She knew she had to start racking the credits and
references up soon, if she wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.
So here she was, dragging herself up a
heart attack inducing hill in the wake of an actor-cum-presenter. At least the
project was interesting; they were checking out sites of myths, legends and
ghost stories, that kind of thing. Edward was nice, too—kind, polite and pretty
funny. Even better, it wasn’t raining. Overall, things could be a damn sight
worse. She could be working with animals or children—or even both. And she’d
heard many times over that they were the absolute worst.
She was still convincing herself that
things weren’t that bad after all, when she glanced up and came to an abrupt
halt as she realized there was a crotch practically in her face. Snapping her
head up so fast it made her neck hurt, she made eye contact with Edward, who
was standing a couple of paces farther up the slope, hence the awkward
face-to-crotch angle. Her already hot face blazed with embarrassment. For once,
she hoped the fact she was overheated would hide her mortification. The slight
breeze that blew was doing nothing to lower her temperature.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his
blue-green eyes soft with concern. “I’m so sorry, you must think me incredibly
rude. I honestly thought you were right behind me—you being a young thing and
all that. It was only when you didn’t reply to me or answer any of my questions
that I realized I’d inadvertently left you behind.”
“I’m all right,” Celine replied, her chest
heaving as she fought to regulate her breathing and slow down her heart rate
while she had the chance. “Just not used to this sort of thing. A walk for me
is a stroll by a riverbank, or hitting the shops. I’m sure my fitness level
will improve as we continue with the project. Go ahead, if you like. I’ll catch
up with you… eventually.”
Edward shook his head. “No, let’s have a
rest. I could do with a drink and a snack.” Turning, he looked around, then
pointed. “Let’s head there. It looks as though there’s a patch of flattish
ground big enough for us both to sit down.”
“Okay.” She followed him again, but this
time only for a few seconds. Edward helped her remove her rucksack—which was
almost as big as she was—and then immediately opened it and began removing
things. It was only when she saw he’d long since taken out the drinks and
snacks that she queried what he was doing.
“I’m taking some of the heavier items out
of your bag. If I re-jig things, we’ll still fit everything in, but you’ll have
a lighter load. Would you mind making some tea for us both while I do this?” He
indicated the miniature camping stove, metal cups and other tea-making
paraphernalia.
“No, of course not,” she said. “But there’s
no need for you to do that. I’m perfectly okay with carrying my share of the
weight.”
“I know you are. But I’m not. You’ve enough
to put up with on this crazy project. I don’t want you getting injured or ill
on me—I need you. Not to mention my conscience wouldn’t take it.” He sat beside
her, looked at the large pile he’d made, and began sorting it into their
respective rucksacks.
Shaking her head, Celine lit the stove and
set about making the hot drinks. “Sugar?”
“Yes, please. Three.”
She shot him a look. “Three?”
His eyes glinted with amusement. “Yes,
three. What can I say, I like my tea sweet. And while we’re on this project
I’ve got a good excuse—I need the energy. You should try it, it’s delicious.”
Wrinkling her nose, Celine nevertheless
added three sugars to each of the mugs of tea. “Here you go.” She handed Edward
his, then cradled hers, blowing on the liquid until it was cool enough to
drink. “So, what did you mean when you said I’ve enough to put up with?”
Frowning, Edward took a gulp of his tea
before replying. “I know this project isn’t ideal, Celine, not for you. For me,
it’s wonderful—the melding together of several of my passions. But for you,
it’s trekking through often unforgiving countryside with a shed load of gear
and filming an old fart going on about big black cats, the ghosts of Roman
soldiers and mysterious lights in the sky. And I know your wages aren’t very
good, either. Believe me, if I could have offered you more, I would have.”
Gazing intently at the surface of the tea,
she mumbled, “You’re not an old fart.”
Edward threw his head back and laughed
loudly. The joyous sound rang across the lonely hillside for several long
moments. Then he said, “But you’re not denying any of the rest of it!”
Lucy
Felthouse Author Bio:
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 ForAll, is book editor for Cliterati,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes.
Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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