Writing About My Favourite City by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
I was in my twenties the first time I visited Paris (I still am, actually, but what I mean is I hadn’t visited until I was in my twenties!). It was only a day trip—I was spending a week in France with my other half and his parents—but I very quickly worked out it wasn’t enough. My other half and I returned to the city the very next day to carry on exploring. We checked the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe, Shakespeare and Company and the Sacre-Coeur off our to-visit list. And still there was more... but on that first visit, I’d seen and absorbed enough to be inspired.
Not long after then, my first story set in Paris started to flow from my brain and onto the page. Now, a few years later and two more trips to Paris under my belt, I’ve got two pieces set in the French capital published (the first one is actually no longer on sale due to the publisher shutting up shop, but I’m extending it into a novel in any case) and another one coming in just a few days.
A French Affair is an erotic romance novella, which is partially set in a teeny-tiny village in rural France (which is actually the place I stayed on that very first visit), and partially set in the City of Light. I adored writing the novella because it had so much wonderful scenery, and the story and romance itself was so touching, yet hot. If you want to check it out, see my website: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-french-affair/
A Taste of Paris (World of Sin Book #2) is a pure erotica story, which is part of Ellora’s Cave’s For Men series. It’s the second book in my World of Sin series, which is about two men on their gap year, travelling the world before they start university. It was fun to explore the seedier, more erotic side of Paris in this story, and there are some incredibly naughty scenes in there! http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-paris/
City Nights: One Night in Paris is part of the City Nights series from Tirgearr Publishing. It’s a new series, and mine is the second book. When the call for submissions was posted to in-house authors of the publisher, I knew I had to snag Paris. There were many other cities I could have chosen, but Paris was top of my list. Luckily, I was able to bag it before anyone else, then I set out to write yet another novella about the City of Light, going back to the romantic side of the city again this time... but also adding in a great deal of kinky, sexy fun. Smokin’ hot sexual encounter in The Louvre, anyone?
The next instalment of the Lucy Felthouse Love Affair with Paris is released in just a few days... the 27th June, to be precise. I hope you’ll check it, and my other Parisian books, out.
Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?
He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?
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Jacob huffed out a breath as he reached the kerb, shooting a dirty look at the motorist who’d caused him to leap for the relative safety of the pavement. Christ, he’d heard talk of Parisian drivers, but until he’d experienced the place for himself, he’d thought the claims were exaggerated. Apparently not.
Running a hand through his hair, he tried to regain some modicum of composure. It was not the best start to his day—all he’d done was catch the Metro to the Eiffel Tower so far, and he’d barely caught sight of the iconic monument before an insane motorist had almost run him down.
Checking his pockets to make sure nothing was amiss, he retrieved his pre-booked ticket for one of the hop-on, hop-off bus tours of the city while he was there. Horribly touristy, he knew, but given he’d never visited the French capital before, he felt it was excusable. Hell, he’d even booked a plane ticket with a nice twenty-four-hour layover so he could sneak in some sightseeing. It was going to be non-stop work when he got to Abu Dhabi, so he felt he was entitled to a little chill-out time before he got there.
He was the boss, anyway, so nobody could tell him what to do, where to go, or when. If he wanted to head for a brief jolly in Paris before a bunch of intense meetings with his Arabic clients, then he damn well would. What was the point in working his arse off constantly if he couldn’t reap the benefits? His fortieth birthday was approaching and the realisation had made him think. Almost forty and he hadn’t seen nearly enough of the world. Especially if you discounted hotels and conference rooms. Once, he’d flown to Rome, had a meeting in a hotel near the airport, then turned around and boarded a flight home. It had been worth it financially, but only months later, it hit Jacob what a colossally wasted opportunity it had been. Yes, the client had insisted on a face-to-face meeting, rather than a Skype chat, and yes, he’d needed to get back home to continue with yet more work, but it could have waited a day or two. Even a couple of days in the Italian capital would have been better than nothing.
What was the point in having plenty of money if one couldn’t enjoy it, after all?
With a decisive nod, Jacob checked his ticket for the location of the bus stop. He’d just headed for the Eiffel Tower in the first instance because he’d figured it would be the easiest thing in Paris to find. He’d been right in assuming that; the mighty iron structure pierced the sky, impressive and strangely beautiful. It was next on his list, after the bus tour, which he felt would help him get his bearings. He only had twenty four hours—there was no time to waste getting lost.
He quickly located the bus stop he’d been looking for, helped by the vehicle that had just arrived, emblazoned with the tour company logo. There was already a group waiting, and he hurried over to join the back of the queue. After a couple of minutes, it was his turn to have his ticket checked, then he was ushered onto the bus.
It seemed the majority of people who’d alighted in front of him had snagged seats on the bottom deck. It was far from full but somehow already felt crowded, so Jacob headed up the stairs, the child in him making a bee-line for the back seat.
He’d taken a couple of long strides when he saw someone already sitting there. A blonde, maybe a decade younger than him, and gorgeous. Their gazes met and they exchanged a polite smile before breaking eye contact.
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, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. 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
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