Sex in The Louvre, Anyone? by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) (Incl.Gift Card Giveaway)

Posted June 27, 2014 by Nix in Active Giveaway / 12 Comments

When Tirgearr Publishing announced their City Nights erotic romance series, I was immediately interested in taking part. Quickly, I “reserved” Paris as my city to write about. At that point, I had no idea exactly what I was going to write about, who my characters would be, what they’d get up to—other than the obvious, anyway 😉

I decided not to worry too much about this and just start writing and see what flowed onto the page. The characters quickly asserted themselves, filled in a little bit of their backgrounds and hinted what they wanted going forward. Fortunately, the idea popped into my head quite readily. Without giving too much away, let’s just say that my characters decide to make the most of their attraction, and the male lead, Jacob’s, twenty four hour layover in the city. They embark on a sexy adventure which involves naughty fun in a bunch of Parisian landmarks—including The Louvre. Fortunately, I still have my map of the interior of the museum from my visit a few years back, so I was able to check out quieter areas, dark corners and the like. But then my brain took me down another route entirely… and I decided to go with it.

Find out just where my mischievous characters decided to get down to business by bagging yourself a copy of City Nights: One Night in Paris.

Happy Reading,

Lucy x



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