Blog Tour: Letters to a War Zone by Lucy Felthouse

Today we have the lovely Lucy with us for an interview as part of the Letters to a War Zone blog tour.

Tell us a little about yourself?

I’m Lucy Felthouse and I’m 28. I’m from Derbyshire, in England, UK. I write erotica and erotic romance, and also do many other things that together, make up a full time job. This includes editing, as well as running my business, Writer Marketing Services ( I enjoy reading, spending time outdoors with my other half and my dog, films, TV and knitting.

How did you first start writing?

I’ve written ever since I could use a pen, I think. As a child I would always say I was going to be an author when I grew up. But I got seriously into it when doing a Creative Writing degree at University. Someone dared me to write an erotic story, and it all went from there. I’ve never looked back!

What inspired you to write Letters to a War Zone?

I’m a sucker for a man in uniform and am also fascinated by military life when soldiers are deployed. So when the publisher, Totally Bound, put out a call for submissions for gay military erotic romance stories, I knew I had to give it a go. I knew about this site that hooked up people in the UK and serving soldiers so they can write to each other, so used that idea and ran with it.

Who was your favourite character to write and why?

I loved writing both of them. They’re so different, have such different lives and jobs and yet have enough in common to make them compatible. The bedroom action was lots of fun to write! 😉

What actors/famous people do you picture for Bailey and Nick?

This is one of those rare stories where I didn’t actually have any hot male celebrities in mind for my characters. But now, thinking about it, I think Tom Hiddleston would be a great Bailey, and Philip Winchester a gorgeous Nick.

Who designed the book cover? I love it *drools*

That would be the awesome Posh Gosh, who’s head of the art department at Totally Bound. She captured what I wanted so perfectly that when she sent the cover through I could hardly believe it was real. I LOVE it!

What are you working on now?

I’m working on a novella set in Paris, and a short story set in Dungeness, on the south coast of England. After that, I’m going to edit the novel I finished in January and hope to have that sent off to a publisher by the end of April at the latest.

What is your poison when writing? (Mine’s hot chocolate with whipped cream, preferably from Costa)

I’m not too fussy. There’s usually a can of Diet Pepsi or Diet Coke not too far away, and some squash. As long as I’m not parched, it’s all good.

What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Read books and stories in your chosen genre, study the market and learn to edit your own work.

If you had to describe yourself in three words what would they be?

Determined, driven, crazy.

If you could have one superpower what would it be and why?

Invisibility, without a doubt. Come on, I write erotica and erotic romance… think of all the inspiration I could get from spying on people that couldn’t see me! 😉

Thank you for joining us Lucy 😀

About the Book
Letters to a War ZoneTitle: Letters to a War Zone
Series: None
Author: Lucy Felthouse
Age Group: Adult
Genre: M/M Romance
Publication Date: March 28, 2014 by Totally Bound
Organised by Writer Marketing Services
When lonely insurance broker, Bailey, gets himself a new hobby, he ends up exchanging letters with a war zone. But he’s not expecting what happens next…

Bailey Hodgkiss is lonely and dissatisfied with his boring life as an insurance broker. In an attempt to shake things up a little, he signs up to a website to write to serving soldiers. He’s put in touch with Corporal Nick Rock, and over the course of a couple of letters, the two of them strike up a friendship. They begin to divulge things that they perhaps wouldn’t have said in person, including their preference for men.

Nick encourages Bailey to add more interests to his life. As a result, Bailey picks up his forgotten hobby, photography, and quickly decides to team it up with his other preferred interest, travel.

Booking a holiday to Rome is his biggest gesture towards a more exciting existence, and he eagerly looks forward to the trip. That is, until Nick says he’s coming home on leave, and it looks as though their respective trips will prevent them from meeting in person. Is there enough of a spark between them to push them to meet, or will their relationship remain on paper only?


After clicking all the available links on the website to find out more about it, Bailey decided to go ahead and sign up. He’d never know what it was really like unless he gave it a go.

He’d read about the site in an article somewhere, about how it linked people with serving soldiers, pilots, marines and sailors in order to write to them. It had been proven that receiving mail—even from someone they didn’t know—improved military morale. It sounded like a damn good use of time to Bailey, and it would be interesting, too.

He began typing his details into the online form. Of course, the chances were that he’d be paired up with a man, given the ratio of males to females in the forces. It didn’t matter, though. He could still exchange letters with a guy, become friends. It seemed like such an old-school way to communicate with someone, given how technology had come on over the years, but at least it was different. Perhaps it would give him something in his life to look forward to, something other than getting up, showering, going to work, coming home, eating, watching television and going to bed. The watching television—and even the eating—were occasionally replaced by nights out with friends or seeing family. Weekends were spent cleaning, washing clothes, gardening and odd jobs. Dull stuff, in other words.

He had an utterly mundane life, and Bailey knew it. It wasn’t even as if his job was exciting. Insurance broking was hardly thrilling, game-changing, or going to save the world. He didn’t expect having a pen pal to change his entire life, but it would certainly break the monotony. Hopefully.

He went through the various steps to fill in his details and create a profile, then continued right through to the information on actually writing and sending the letters. It looked straightforward enough.

His mind made up, Bailey immediately went in search of a pen, some nice paper and an envelope. Armed with a print out of exactly what to do when the letter was finished, he settled down at the kitchen table. Instantly, his mind went blank. What the fuck was he meant to say? He didn’t know any soldiers or other military personnel, didn’t know anything about their lives, other than there was a great deal more to it than shooting people and being shot at. His own existence was so fucking boring that he didn’t want to write about it. Unless there were any insomniacs in Afghanistan—telling them about his day would solve that particular condition right away.

After chewing on his biro until it broke, covering his lips and chin with ink, Bailey replaced it, resolving to try harder. He’d tell his pen pal the bare essentials about himself, then ask lots of questions about them and their work. That was bound to rustle up some conversation.

That decided, he began to write, absentmindedly swiping at his inky skin with a tissue. He’d have to scrub it off when he was done with the note. His wrist and hand had begun to ache before he was halfway down the page. He rolled his eyes. He sat on his arse at a desk all day, using a computer. As a result, even writing something short by hand was hard work! There was no way he was going to divulge that particular piece of information to someone that was willing to lay down their life to protect their country.

He just about managed to fill a single side of the A5-sized paper. And that was only because he’d formed large letters and spaced his words and lines out plenty. But he tried not to worry—at least he’d finished it, his first letter to a war zone.

He read through it carefully, relieved to find no mistakes. He’d forgotten how much more difficult—and messy—errors were on the written page. Computers let you edit and rewrite to your heart’s content. No correction fluid or crossings-out necessary.

Finally, he addressed the envelope. It felt like the longest address ever. The area and country was bad enough, even without including the soldier’s name and BFPO address. But it was done—Bailey Hodgkiss had penned a missive to Corporal Nick Rock, currently stationed at Camp Bastion, Helmand Province, Afghanistan.

Now he’d just have to post it and wait for a reply. The website had said his missive would take between one and three weeks to reach Corporal Rock. Then he had to allow for time for him to read it and send a reply. It could be around six weeks before he heard anything. If he heard anything at all.

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About the Author
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, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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