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Smut by the Sea: Vol 1

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

‘By Moon and Sea’

Fascinated by the sea, Olivia stares upon its moonlit waves from the balcony of her hotel. Married but a month, she awaits the return of her new husband from urgent business.

When a hard chest traps her against the balcony, when warm hands drive her mad with lust, she knows her beloved has returned and, what’s more, wants to play…


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A hard, naked chest pressed against Olivia’s back, masculine hands sliding over her own to trap them against the balustrade. She gasped, her heart beating mad at the sudden presence of another. Just as quick, happiness filled her.

Richard was home.

Delicious heat washed through her as his hips pressed into her, pushing her own against the carved stone. He wore only his trousers, and he must have removed his shoes else she would have heard him approach. Maybe he’d entered the hotel room, weary from his work. Maybe he’d began to disrobe and then, after removing jacket, waistcoat and shirt, he’d spied her on the balcony. Maybe he’d joined her with indecency in mind.

The beginnings of lust unfurled inside her.

His arms tightened about her, trapping her further. She gasped again, this time in false dismay. She could never truly feel such an emotion, not with her Richard, but she knew he adored it when she acted so.

Lips brushed against her cheek. “What are you looking at?”

Arching her neck, she shivered as his mouth traced the cord. “The sea.”

She felt his smile against her skin. “And what is it about the sea that so holds your attention?”

“Everything.” His hands were heavy upon hers, a hot contrast to the coolness of the stone balustrade. “It is still so new to me.”

“Then you are glad we came here?”

“Oh yes.” She smiled as he kissed her jaw. “Did you complete your business?”

“I did. It was dull, and I would rather have been with you.” His hand left hers, travelling over her forearm, cupping her elbow, moulding her shoulder. “How did you spend your day?”

“Along the foreshore.” Head falling forward, she bit her lip as he traced the edge of her bodice over her shoulder blade. “I bought an ice.”

“Did you?” Fingers tangling in the laces closing her gown, he gave a sharp tug.

Her breath caught in her throat as her back was forced into a sudden arch,. Her chest rose and fell, and her heart beat an erratic rhythm, pushing her breasts against the filmy material of her bodice.

“Did you buy an ice, Olivia?” His hand tightened in the laces, a demand to answer him.

Oh, how she adored his demands.