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June 2, 2015
Toy Boy by Lily Harlem out now!
Howdy, folks. Long time no blog. But I'll be back soon. I've been working a lot, juicing a lot (long story) and dealing with RL for the most part. I'll be back spouting some nonsense or other before you know it ;) But for now, let's look at this brand-spanking-new release from Lily Harlem.
Happy Tuesday!
XOXO
Sommer
TOY BOYBy Lily Harlem
Toy Boy is Lily Harlem’s sexy new release and is out now! It’s a cougar story set in beautiful Greece and tells the tale of Kay and Sullivan on their ‘first’ date. Here’s the low down…
Back cover information
Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.
Buy from Totally Bound Amazon Amazon UK and all other good ebook retailers.
Excerpt
My dreams were filled with blue skies, turtles and fluffy, white clouds that cradled around me, rocking me, soothing me, tilting me this way and that in a constant languid motion. I saw Greek gods, islands rising from an aqua sea, and heard the sound of waves slicing around dolphins as they rose and fell from the water as if flying. The images and sounds of my dreams faded, and reality broke into my consciousness. For a moment, I wondered where I was, then my foot touched the cool surface of the cabin wall, and I remembered that I was on Dolly Bird and Sullivan was sleeping up on deck. I turned to my back and looked up at the skylight. The stars had gone, and in their place was a clear sky fractured by a length of white mast holding a taut sail. I’d have to get up and grab a taxi to the airport. The thought made me sad all over again. It could have been so perfect. My body tilted slightly to the right, then upward and back down. The water in the harbor hadn’t been this rough the night before, and judging by the cloudless sky, it certainly didn’t seem like a storm was over us. I sat up and braced my hands behind myself, stared at my ruby-red painted toenails. Again I was jostled, not lots, but certainly more than I’d been the night before. I swung my legs around, exited the cabin, then stood on the rocking floor of the small seating area. I flicked open one of the drawn curtains. “What the...?” All I could see was water. No land, no houses, and certainly no Fiscardo. Just an endless expanse of blue occasionally topped with a burst of white froth. I spun around and looked out of the opposite window. It was the same. Nothing but water. I’m out at sea. A wave butted the boat, and I lurched toward the galley and grabbed the counter for support. What the hell was going on? I was confused, not to mention dry from the wine the night before. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. After a quick gulp of bottled water, I headed up the small steps and pushed open the door to the outside world. The glare of the sun hit me like a spotlight being turned onto my face, but I ignored it and climbed onto the windy deck. “What on earth,” I said, holding on to the table and staring at the front of the boat, “is going on?” Two white sails ballooned above me. Enormous and dramatic, they clung to the mast, ropes straining and groaning, reaching for the sky. “Good morning.” “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shouted, spinning and spotting Sullivan standing behind the large chrome wheel. He wore nothing but his swim shorts and shades. The breeze had flattened his hair backward, and his shoulders and upper arms were tense as he held the wheel. “Taking you for a spin,” he called over the breeze, grinning so wide his cheeks balled. “Like it?” “No...no...and that is not what’s happening. Take me back to Fiscardo right now.” How dare he? Anger coiled in my stomach. It felt like my veins were suddenly too narrow for my blood. “Can’t.” He shrugged. “Of course you can. Turn around.” I put my hand up to shield my eyes and looked over his shoulder. In the far distance, I could make out land, rising giant-like from the sea. “Back there, take me back there.” I pointed, as a pounding beat set up in my temples. “Can’t, the wind is blowing us this way.” He signaled to the sails. “We’re at the mercy of the gods.” I held on to the rail that supported the Bimini and hoisted myself upward onto the main body of the boat for a better look at my location. The wind caught my hair and cooled my cheeks. I peered into the distance. “There must be a way, and I demand that you—” He reached for my wrist, grabbed me, and pulled me down. “Hey, watch it,” I said, gripping a metal railing that ran around the side of the boat. I was struggling to keep my footing and bumped against the table. “No, you watch it.” He released me and gestured above me. “The boom nearly got you. Gotta keep an eye out for it. Wily sucker once the speed picks up.” He stepped away and grabbed the wheel again. “Why did it do that? It nearly killed me.” I looked up at the scarily heavy bar that had ropes slipping upward. It had nearly chopped my head off. Damn thing. “Probably won’t kill you,” Sullivan said, tightening something on his right. “But it will give you a thumper of a headache. Best you stay on this part of the deck for now.” Huh, I had a headache already. Temper did that to me. “Not very health and safety conscious around here, is it?” I stepped behind him, as far away as possible from the lurching pole, and held on to the stern rail. “Baby,” he said, still gripping the wheel but looking at me over his shoulder. “This is the big bad ocean. Danger lurks everywhere. Not even a guy with a hard hat and a clipboard can sort this out.” I frowned at him. “Seriously, take me back. I don’t want to be out here.” “I told you, I can’t. Besides, I want you to see some of the islands before you jump on a plane and leave me.” “What?” I put one hand on my hip but kept hold of the rail with the other—the boat was skimming over the water, bouncing rhythmically. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He’d taken me against my will. He knew I’d wanted to get back to the airport today. Did he really want to see me lose it with him? “So you’ve just gone and bloody kidnapped me?” He turned to me again and shoved his glasses to the top of his head in that cute way I’d noticed he did. He let his gaze settle on my face, then bit on his bottom lip, just a little—so I could see his top teeth—and let his attention slide over my body. I glanced downward. Damn. I was standing in just my new, white underwear. It was pretty damn sexy with the lace detail and the balcony cups, because when I’d bought it, I’d wanted to look hot for him. “Jesus, Kay. I’d say it was more like womannapped than kidnapped, wouldn’t you?”
First reviews
"Kick off your shoes, shed your clothes along with your inhibitions and indulge yourself in a sensual adventure."
"Wow! What a story!"
"What can I say but off the charts HOT!"
"Another fantastic book by Lily Harlem, she does such a great job of describing the characters and the place I could smell the sea and felt like I was on an island in Greece."
"A new romance book by Lily Harlem - no other words are needed, you just know it's going to be fabulous."
"Simply a beautiful, sexy, smile-inducing story that you will want to read over and over."
"An absolutely perfect book to read whilst pool side or lounging on a sun deck."
Oh the sun, the sea, the sex! Lily has a way of writing that puts you in the book. Her descriptions of Greek Islands had me day-dreaming I was on a boat, feel the wind and sun on my face, could smell the charcoal fires from the harbour side café's and taste the olives and wine.
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, multi-published author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Find Lily on the web.
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/ Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/ Twitter https://twitter.com/lily_harlem Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lily.harlem Facebook author page https://www.facebook.com/LilyHarlemAuthor Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/ Raw Talent http://rawtalentseries.co.uk BritBabes http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk Hockey Romance http://www.hockeyromance.com Newsletter Subscription http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html Hot Ice https://www.facebook.com/hoticeseries Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/106837751333678531161/posts Harlem Dae http://www.harlemdae.com Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4070110.Lily_Harlem
Happy Tuesday!
XOXO
Sommer
TOY BOYBy Lily HarlemToy Boy is Lily Harlem’s sexy new release and is out now! It’s a cougar story set in beautiful Greece and tells the tale of Kay and Sullivan on their ‘first’ date. Here’s the low down…
Back cover information
Getting something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly spoken words over the telephone.
But when she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more, his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.
Buy from Totally Bound Amazon Amazon UK and all other good ebook retailers.
Excerpt
My dreams were filled with blue skies, turtles and fluffy, white clouds that cradled around me, rocking me, soothing me, tilting me this way and that in a constant languid motion. I saw Greek gods, islands rising from an aqua sea, and heard the sound of waves slicing around dolphins as they rose and fell from the water as if flying. The images and sounds of my dreams faded, and reality broke into my consciousness. For a moment, I wondered where I was, then my foot touched the cool surface of the cabin wall, and I remembered that I was on Dolly Bird and Sullivan was sleeping up on deck. I turned to my back and looked up at the skylight. The stars had gone, and in their place was a clear sky fractured by a length of white mast holding a taut sail. I’d have to get up and grab a taxi to the airport. The thought made me sad all over again. It could have been so perfect. My body tilted slightly to the right, then upward and back down. The water in the harbor hadn’t been this rough the night before, and judging by the cloudless sky, it certainly didn’t seem like a storm was over us. I sat up and braced my hands behind myself, stared at my ruby-red painted toenails. Again I was jostled, not lots, but certainly more than I’d been the night before. I swung my legs around, exited the cabin, then stood on the rocking floor of the small seating area. I flicked open one of the drawn curtains. “What the...?” All I could see was water. No land, no houses, and certainly no Fiscardo. Just an endless expanse of blue occasionally topped with a burst of white froth. I spun around and looked out of the opposite window. It was the same. Nothing but water. I’m out at sea. A wave butted the boat, and I lurched toward the galley and grabbed the counter for support. What the hell was going on? I was confused, not to mention dry from the wine the night before. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. After a quick gulp of bottled water, I headed up the small steps and pushed open the door to the outside world. The glare of the sun hit me like a spotlight being turned onto my face, but I ignored it and climbed onto the windy deck. “What on earth,” I said, holding on to the table and staring at the front of the boat, “is going on?” Two white sails ballooned above me. Enormous and dramatic, they clung to the mast, ropes straining and groaning, reaching for the sky. “Good morning.” “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shouted, spinning and spotting Sullivan standing behind the large chrome wheel. He wore nothing but his swim shorts and shades. The breeze had flattened his hair backward, and his shoulders and upper arms were tense as he held the wheel. “Taking you for a spin,” he called over the breeze, grinning so wide his cheeks balled. “Like it?” “No...no...and that is not what’s happening. Take me back to Fiscardo right now.” How dare he? Anger coiled in my stomach. It felt like my veins were suddenly too narrow for my blood. “Can’t.” He shrugged. “Of course you can. Turn around.” I put my hand up to shield my eyes and looked over his shoulder. In the far distance, I could make out land, rising giant-like from the sea. “Back there, take me back there.” I pointed, as a pounding beat set up in my temples. “Can’t, the wind is blowing us this way.” He signaled to the sails. “We’re at the mercy of the gods.” I held on to the rail that supported the Bimini and hoisted myself upward onto the main body of the boat for a better look at my location. The wind caught my hair and cooled my cheeks. I peered into the distance. “There must be a way, and I demand that you—” He reached for my wrist, grabbed me, and pulled me down. “Hey, watch it,” I said, gripping a metal railing that ran around the side of the boat. I was struggling to keep my footing and bumped against the table. “No, you watch it.” He released me and gestured above me. “The boom nearly got you. Gotta keep an eye out for it. Wily sucker once the speed picks up.” He stepped away and grabbed the wheel again. “Why did it do that? It nearly killed me.” I looked up at the scarily heavy bar that had ropes slipping upward. It had nearly chopped my head off. Damn thing. “Probably won’t kill you,” Sullivan said, tightening something on his right. “But it will give you a thumper of a headache. Best you stay on this part of the deck for now.” Huh, I had a headache already. Temper did that to me. “Not very health and safety conscious around here, is it?” I stepped behind him, as far away as possible from the lurching pole, and held on to the stern rail. “Baby,” he said, still gripping the wheel but looking at me over his shoulder. “This is the big bad ocean. Danger lurks everywhere. Not even a guy with a hard hat and a clipboard can sort this out.” I frowned at him. “Seriously, take me back. I don’t want to be out here.” “I told you, I can’t. Besides, I want you to see some of the islands before you jump on a plane and leave me.” “What?” I put one hand on my hip but kept hold of the rail with the other—the boat was skimming over the water, bouncing rhythmically. I couldn’t believe what he’d just said. He’d taken me against my will. He knew I’d wanted to get back to the airport today. Did he really want to see me lose it with him? “So you’ve just gone and bloody kidnapped me?” He turned to me again and shoved his glasses to the top of his head in that cute way I’d noticed he did. He let his gaze settle on my face, then bit on his bottom lip, just a little—so I could see his top teeth—and let his attention slide over my body. I glanced downward. Damn. I was standing in just my new, white underwear. It was pretty damn sexy with the lace detail and the balcony cups, because when I’d bought it, I’d wanted to look hot for him. “Jesus, Kay. I’d say it was more like womannapped than kidnapped, wouldn’t you?”
First reviews
"Kick off your shoes, shed your clothes along with your inhibitions and indulge yourself in a sensual adventure."
"Wow! What a story!"
"What can I say but off the charts HOT!"
"Another fantastic book by Lily Harlem, she does such a great job of describing the characters and the place I could smell the sea and felt like I was on an island in Greece."
"A new romance book by Lily Harlem - no other words are needed, you just know it's going to be fabulous."
"Simply a beautiful, sexy, smile-inducing story that you will want to read over and over."
"An absolutely perfect book to read whilst pool side or lounging on a sun deck."
Oh the sun, the sea, the sex! Lily has a way of writing that puts you in the book. Her descriptions of Greek Islands had me day-dreaming I was on a boat, feel the wind and sun on my face, could smell the charcoal fires from the harbour side café's and taste the olives and wine.
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, multi-published author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Find Lily on the web.
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/ Blog http://www.lilyharlem.blogspot.com/ Twitter https://twitter.com/lily_harlem Facebook https://www.facebook.com/lily.harlem Facebook author page https://www.facebook.com/LilyHarlemAuthor Pinterest http://pinterest.com/lilyharlem/ Raw Talent http://rawtalentseries.co.uk BritBabes http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk Hockey Romance http://www.hockeyromance.com Newsletter Subscription http://www.lilyharlem.com/newsletter-subscription.html Hot Ice https://www.facebook.com/hoticeseries Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/106837751333678531161/posts Harlem Dae http://www.harlemdae.com Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4070110.Lily_Harlem
May 21, 2015
Salem's Revenge by Kiki Howell
And now some new news on one of my fave people and writers. Check out her newest...
SALEM'S REVENGEAuthor: Kiki HowellSeries: Salem Series #2Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal, Romantic Suspense, Occult Horror~ SYNOPSIS ~In this sequel to the Amazon Bestseller, Hidden Salem, the story resumes one year later, another present day October, in Salem, MA. Filled with the same cross of pagan and paranormal elements, as well as suspense and occult horror weaved into Book One in the Salem Series, Book Two also contains touches of romance, giving readers a sweet addition to the spells and rituals.
Denise Daniels came to Salem, MA to be in her best friend, Makayla’s wedding, but her matron of honor duties find her confronting more than she bargained for. In her first moments in Witch City, she’s greeted by a corpse used in a gruesome reanimation ritual.
Without warning, the final week of wedding preparations becomes mixed with a quick introduction to Wiccan practices, including necromancy used to communicate with the dead, as attacks by a mysterious, new coven seeking revenge increase. Denise soon becomes immersed in things she never expected, including automatisms—drawing elaborate pictures of two women in red cloaks in the woods—a pretty impressive feat for a girl who has only drawn stick figures prior.
As Denise tries to find her place in this world of magic, she discovers her own connection to the Salem of 1692. And, while losing the battle to save her heart from a romance that can never be, she ends up fighting to save her life.
~ PURCHASE ~AMAZON | B&N
Purchase Book One: HIDDEN SALEM today!AMAZON | B&N
~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~KIKI HOWELL
Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing.
She has now had over forty stories published between eleven different publishers. She could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. She's also had three flash fiction stories win writing contests. In the fall of 2013, her novel, Hidden Salem, made the Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers Lists in Paranormal, Suspense and Ghosts; and in the fall of 2014, her novel. What Lies Within Us, made the Amazon Top 100 Best Sellers Lists in Gothic Fiction and Occult Horror.
Social media links:WEBSITE | BLOG | FACEBOOK | FACEBOOK PAGE | TWITTER
SALEM'S REVENGEAuthor: Kiki HowellSeries: Salem Series #2Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal, Romantic Suspense, Occult Horror~ SYNOPSIS ~In this sequel to the Amazon Bestseller, Hidden Salem, the story resumes one year later, another present day October, in Salem, MA. Filled with the same cross of pagan and paranormal elements, as well as suspense and occult horror weaved into Book One in the Salem Series, Book Two also contains touches of romance, giving readers a sweet addition to the spells and rituals. Denise Daniels came to Salem, MA to be in her best friend, Makayla’s wedding, but her matron of honor duties find her confronting more than she bargained for. In her first moments in Witch City, she’s greeted by a corpse used in a gruesome reanimation ritual.
Without warning, the final week of wedding preparations becomes mixed with a quick introduction to Wiccan practices, including necromancy used to communicate with the dead, as attacks by a mysterious, new coven seeking revenge increase. Denise soon becomes immersed in things she never expected, including automatisms—drawing elaborate pictures of two women in red cloaks in the woods—a pretty impressive feat for a girl who has only drawn stick figures prior.
As Denise tries to find her place in this world of magic, she discovers her own connection to the Salem of 1692. And, while losing the battle to save her heart from a romance that can never be, she ends up fighting to save her life.
~ PURCHASE ~AMAZON | B&N
Purchase Book One: HIDDEN SALEM today!AMAZON | B&N
~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~KIKI HOWELL
Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing.She has now had over forty stories published between eleven different publishers. She could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. She's also had three flash fiction stories win writing contests. In the fall of 2013, her novel, Hidden Salem, made the Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers Lists in Paranormal, Suspense and Ghosts; and in the fall of 2014, her novel. What Lies Within Us, made the Amazon Top 100 Best Sellers Lists in Gothic Fiction and Occult Horror.
Social media links:WEBSITE | BLOG | FACEBOOK | FACEBOOK PAGE | TWITTER
May 20, 2015
Time for Smut by the Sea!
This year will be the third Smut by the Seaat Scarborough Library and it’s bigger and better than ever before with a schedule filled with sexy, seaside shenanigans. This year’s event is sponsored bySexhibition, the brand new and innovative Sex expo to be held in Manchester this August. Smut UKwill be there, you should be too! On the 23rd May 2015 Smut UK will take over the upstairs of Scarborough library from 9am -5pm with workshops, performances and more to delight you. All day you will be able to indulge in the delights of the erotic market place. Get your homemade gifts and treats from Bella Settarra, and Cara Sutra will be giving away goody bags and selling sexy treats including DVDs, bondage gear and lube. Pick up a book from the Smutty book stall, check out Steph’s Ann Summers table and of course you must have a go on the world famous Erotic Tombola, you never know what you might win.
There will be two reading slams filled with top quality authors, make sure you come and listen to Cara Sutra, Janine Ashbless, Kiki DeLovely, Charlie J Forrest , Bella Settarra, , Anna Sky
Slave Nano, Cameryn Moore, Helen J Perry, Ashe Barker, Jacqueline Brocker, Ashley R Lister, Lisabet Sarai, and Victoria Blisseas they read 5 minute excerpts for your aural pleasure.
Three diverse workshops will take place though out the day, Jennifer Denyswill be leading one on researching and writing Werewolf stories, Slave Nanowill be Kinking up the Past in his historical and sexy workshop and Cameryn Moore, professional potty mouth will be talking dirty to filth up your fiction or steam up your sex life.
And as if that’s not enough there will be performances from the Enchanting Bea Noir and the sensual Blue Belle and those brave enough can pick up a Free Spanking from Mistress Cara Sutra!Tickets are still available including a VIP package that includes a sexy goody bag filled with treats, your lunch and priority seating in all workshops, performances and slams.
May 18, 2015
A Blue Monday with Janine Ashbless
I admit it, whenever I heard the words Blue Monday I think of this:
But that's because the 80s are in my blood. But today it means I'm the Blue Monday spot on Janine Ashbless's blog with an EXPLICIT excerpt from my new book Haunted. Most excerpts I've posted aren't particularly explicit. So if no holds barred is your thing, go check it out HERE.
Happy (Blue) Monday!
XOXO
Sommer
But that's because the 80s are in my blood. But today it means I'm the Blue Monday spot on Janine Ashbless's blog with an EXPLICIT excerpt from my new book Haunted. Most excerpts I've posted aren't particularly explicit. So if no holds barred is your thing, go check it out HERE.
Happy (Blue) Monday!
XOXO
Sommer
May 13, 2015
Lucy Felthouse's Native Tongue: promo spot
Hey all, check out the deets on Lucy Felthouse's latest release Native Tongue. Sounds...*wait for it*...tasty.
XOXO
Sommer
Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial
Blurb:They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?
Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first— Desert Heat , which is available from all good retailers.
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/native-tongue/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25462496-native-tongue**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/**
*****
Excerpt:Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.
He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.
Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.
At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.
The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.
The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.
Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.
Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.
Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.
*****
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 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
XOXO
Sommer
Out Now – Native Tongue – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #romance #military #interracial
Blurb:They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?
Author’s note: Although this story does work as a standalone tale, it’s recommended that you read the first instalment of the characters’ journey first— Desert Heat , which is available from all good retailers.
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/native-tongue/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25462496-native-tongue**For those of you that haven’t yet read Desert Heat either, there’s a great value double pack containing both books available exclusively on Amazon (from 14th May), which is available for lending, and for Kindle Unlimited members: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/**
*****
Excerpt:Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him.
He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of Friday evening traffic. He wasn’t the most patient of people, so the slow progress should probably have been increasing his blood pressure, if not leading to full on road rage. But, although he’d have loved to be actually achieving the speed limit, not bumbling along at a mere fifty miles per hour, Wilkes was just glad the traffic was moving at all. Britain’s roads, the motorways in particular, soon came to a standstill if there was so much as a tiny bump between two vehicles. So any progress was better than none.
Besides, what could he do about it? His only other options to get to London from his base in Wiltshire were a train, or stealing a plane, helicopter or tank. The latter might just cause a little bit of bother, and mean the end of his army career, not to mention criminal charges. The former meant cramming in amongst sweaty, disgruntled commuters. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d be charged an extortionate amount to do so, probably wouldn’t even get a seat, and would likely be subjected to delays.
At least driving took him from door to door, with plenty of personal space. And if there were delays, well, he could sit them out from the comfort of his own vehicle, with the climate control set to the perfect temperature, and the radio blasting some of his favourite tunes.
The next song was even better, and Wilkes’ tuneless wailing became more enthusiastic, as did the drumming on the steering wheel. He was in one hell of a good mood, and if he was truthful with himself, he knew it wasn’t just the fact the M3 was moving at a nice pace. It wasn’t the Friday feeling, either. Sure, both of those things were contributing to his happiness, but the main reason he was grinning like a buffoon was the thought of what awaited him in the capital. Or rather, who.Rustam Balkhi. His gorgeous Afghan boyfriend, whom he’d met out in Afghanistan while they were working together for the British Army. Now, with their tour of duty over and the forces’ presence pulled out of the country, the two men had returned to England. Wilkes had gone back to his regular army life in Bulford Camp, near Salisbury. Balkhi was in London, where he’d recommenced the medical training he’d postponed to become an interpreter for the Brits.
The past few weeks had been somewhat of a whirlwind. Wilkes’ return to the UK had been straightforward, but Balkhi had had to jump through some hoops in order to get back onto his medical course. He’d been willing to start from scratch, but it’d seemed like an awful waste of time, so Wilkes had spoken to his superiors, who’d explained to the university what important work Balkhi had been doing. Fortunately, they’d been persuaded of Balkhi’s commitment and character, and allowed him to pick up where he’d left off. That settled, Balkhi had to pack up, travel back to the UK, find somewhere to live, move in… and all before the start of the next academic term.
Wilkes had felt terrible. His return had taken place a few weeks before Balkhi’s, so although he’d been granted some leave for R&R, he hadn’t been able to either spend it with Balkhi, or to use it help him with his relocation. By the time Balkhi had set foot on British soil, Wilkes was back to work. And, given nobody knew about the two of them, or even that Wilkes was gay, he couldn’t exactly ask for more leave in order to help his boyfriend move into his new flat.
Life had conspired against them ever since, so this was the first opportunity they’d had to see each other since saying goodbye in Afghanistan all those weeks ago. They’d communicated via email, text message and phone calls, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially since they’d gone from seeing each other every single day for the best part of six months to not setting eyes on each other for weeks on end.
Wilkes had struggled terribly in the interim. Life had been tough enough while they were still out in the desert. After weeks and weeks of trying desperately to ignore their growing attraction, they’d finally given in to it. It had been stupid and risky, but, having quickly realised there was more to their attraction than the physical, they’d decided to carry on their relationship in secret while they were in Afghanistan, see how it went, and figure things out once Wilkes’ tour of duty was over. Balkhi had always intended to return to the UK for his studies, so they would, at least, be living in the same country.
*****
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 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
May 9, 2015
Free smut for mothers...and others!
What does mom want? Smut! When does she want it? For Mother's Day!
My humble Mother's Day offering is below. A short story titled Earth from my most recent short story collection Lucky Streak . All stories previously unpublished, so this is the first time this baby's been posted online.
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms, aunts, grandmas, honorary aunts, baby sitters, daycare workers and anyone who has touched the life of a child and offered love, caring, and support. I salute you!
XOXO
Sommer
Earth
The summer we put in our box garden, I became fixated with earth. The smell of it after a heavy summer thunderstorm, the damp feel of it under my bare feet when the morning dew was still fresh, the way it provided life. Clark could find me outside at almost any time of day, clearing weeds, shoving my fingers into the dense, rich dirt, fiddling with our burgeoning garden.
“A man could get a little jealous,” he teased. “The way you’ve fixated on this box of dirt.”
“It’s also important to me because we did it together,” I said. “We got out here with pieces of wood, screws, mulch and top soil. We made something,” I said, softly, staking up a tomato bush that had seemed to triple in size overnight.
He squatted down and kissed me. “True. Very true.” There, in the back of the property, hidden by sprawling plants, he slipped his hand inside my tee and rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, making it stand on end.
I made a soft sound and let my eyes drift shut, the feel of damp earth beneath my knees ramping up my desire. The simple pleasure of tending something coupled with being tended to by Clark was overwhelming.
He sat back on his haunches and watched my face. “I think the garden has some effect on you. Maybe you’re turning into a pixie. An earth sprite. Maybe it’s magical.” He winked.
I shook my head, blushing. “You’re just giving me a hard time.”
He glanced around, though, back there on our property, there was nothing to see but us. Clark tugged the tee neck out and stretched it down. My breast popped free, and he leaned in to suck it hard. The tight knot of sensitive flesh grew even tighter, and the pleasure he delivered with fast swipes of his tongue created a chain reaction, rushing from nipple to chest, chest to belly, belly to pelvis. My insides contracted wetly, and that pleasure seemed to pool in my pussy.
I could feel that twin spots of color stood out on my cheeks. When he ran his finger across one cheekbone it was confirmed.
“I have to go to work, now. But how about you meet me in the garden after dinner, pixie? This magical garden that has you so transfixed?”
I laughed, but excitement flared deep inside me. I wiggled just a little, feeling the soil beneath my knees give with damp abandon.
“I’m not kidding,” he said, tilting my head up so I could meet his eyes.
I looked into those big blue eyes and saw he was dead serious. I nodded instantly. Yes, fucking in the box garden, earth beneath me, was exactly what I wanted. I hadn’t known I wanted it until he’d mentioned it, but it was out, now, and the craving was very real.
“Okay,” I said, finally. “Yes.”
Clark gathered my long red hair up in a messy knot and used it as a lead to pull me in for another kiss. “I plan to do all kinds of salty things to you out here. Just you wait and see.”
And wait I did. All day. Eagerly. For his extra-long work day to end and the evening to begin.Clark called at lunch. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” My mind had been racing all day. Constantly fast forwarding to us out there, in the growing darkness, together. I could, if I shut my eyes and grew still, smell damp dirt and lush green vegetation. And just the thought of him taking me out there where we’d worked side by side with tools and mulch and laughed…well, it was intoxicating.
“Yeah? You sound a bit distracted.”
“I am,” I said in a hushed voice.
“By what?”
“Don’t play innocent with me,” I laughed. “You know.”
His voice lowered, and I could picture him leaning in to whisper into his cell phone. “About me fucking you in the garden? About me driving my cock into you? About tomato bushes and squash blossoms brushing against your hair and against the soles of your feet?”
My tongue became sealed to the roof of my mouth. I could barely process his words through the arousal, let alone speak.
After a moment, Clark said, “Are you not speaking to me?”
“I am. I am, yes. I was just thinking…”
“About?”
He knew damn well, but him forcing me to say it made the anticipation that much worse—that much sweeter.
“About what you said.”
“Which was what?” he asked, putting just enough steel in his voice to trigger a shiver skittering along my spine.
I shook slightly, glad no one was there to see me, and said in a breathy voice, “You fucking me in the garden.”
“Good girl. I’ll be home a bit late, but you be sure to ready for me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said. Little did he know, I was counting the minutes. Or maybe he did know. It was turning out to be the longest day of my life.
I found myself holding my breath as the dinner hour passed, and I picked at a salad. My heart trip-hammered, and I wondered what to wear. That thought made me laugh. Did it matter what I wore if he was simply going to take it off? Should I wear gardening clothes? It didn’t seem very sexy, but it sure as hell would work. Or should I wear something sensual? Something I was willing to part with. Because big smears of earth and mulch were not going to come out of the more delicate things I owned.
I had about twenty minutes before Clark arrived, and I suddenly decided to go out there nude. Nude would work. Nude wouldn’t hold onto dirt and pollen. Nude was perfect.
I was half way out the back door in just a dressing gown, just to cover me until I got to the back of the yard, adrenaline making my limbs heavy and my head light when I heard him call out. His voice a deep note in our quiet house. I froze, my hand on the slider door, like the proverbial deer in headlights.
“Zarra?”
I held the door half-open with a shaking hand. As soon as I moved it, he’d hear. He didn’t see me in here in the sunroom. The darkness was darker in the addition to our living room. The French doors threw the light. It was the rabbit hole, Clark joked. You could look in the sunroom, and depending on natural illumination, it was impossible to tell if something in there was looking back.
I panicked, shoved the door, and it let out its signature squeal-rasp. I saw him in the next room, spotlighted by the floor lamps. His grin was wolfish, a predator scenting his prey. He tugged his tie loose, flipped off his shoes and whipped off his socks. I stayed there one moment longer, stomach swirling with a flock of butterflies. I bolted.
“Here I come, pixie!” he yelled.
A soft cry burst from me, and I ran faster. My feet flew through dense green grass that was just beginning to grow damp.
“You can’t run from me,” he said, and I let out a squeal. I wasn’t sure if I was going to laugh or cry. I had expected sex in the garden but not some god Pan on a rampage scenario. My blood was up, my feet fast, my pulse pounding.
When he caught up with me, I damn near came when he captured me in his arms.
“There she is. My magical, little being. And what’s this? What’s this bit of gossamer she wears?”
He whipped off my dressing gown and left me chilled and bare, shivering before him. Spectacularly. Gloriously. Nude.
Clark trapped me in his embrace, carrying me over the threshold of the box garden like a new bride. The darkness was full on now. Just a silvery spotlight supplied by the light of a fat, nearly-full moon.He laid me down in the largest clearing, the garden soil licking at my back. He yanked off his tie and bound my wrists. Then he began to undress, flinging his good work clothes over his back.
“Your suit!” I managed.
“My suit will come clean. Our cleaners work magic.” Then he was on me. Kneeling there in the leaves and shoots, spreading my thighs and putting his lips to my sex. His tongue nudged my outer pussy lips, outlining my need with his subtle stroke. I thrust up from under him, wanting more. Desperate. Greedy.
Clark sucked my clitoris hard. He painted it over and over with the tip of his tongue. He pushed his big fingers inside me and expertly prodded my G-spot until the coupling of mouth and fingers forced me to surrender to my orgasm.
I came, twisting on the ground, my hands bound by his silken gray tie.
“There she is,” he said. “My woodland spirit.” He kissed my belly, and my muscles quivered.
He hiked my hips up in his big hands and pushed his cock to my drenched slit. I gasped, my body writhing, getting dirty—so damn dirty.
Clark paused long enough to watch me struggle against my own pleasure, then thrust into me hard and fast. I groaned, and he followed suit. The base of his cock kissing my already tender clit. He held me there, captured in his grip, and drove into me over and over until I was begging. Mindlessly begging for him to give me another climax. Another peak to climb only to tumble down.
He grunted, very much the beast in the forest, and it sent a thrill straight down the core of me. His hips moved back and forth, back and forth, until I was clasping my fingers together inside the coil of his tie. Every thrust drove me higher, closer—reaching for that coveted release. I was panting like some cornered animal, and the goodness that soaked my limbs and my soul was overwhelming. Leaves tangled in my hair, my foot brushed a fat, wet stem.
I arched up, trying to loop my tied wrists around his neck. He let me, covered me with his body and pumped into me until I came a second time, saying softly, “Yes. Yessss…”
“Yes,” he agreed. He bent over me and suckled my nipple. His teeth made the next assault, tugging that bit of flesh out as far as it would go. The brief spark of pain augmented my orgasm, causing it to curl out long and sparkling in the darkness behind my closed eyelids.
“So pretty,” he said. “So pretty, this creature I captured.”
I squeezed my internal muscles around him, knowing that if he just gave me another minute, another waggle of his trim hips, I’d come again. He moved to the other nipple and delivered the same, sweet punishment. He did that thing with his hips, then thrust into me, hard and deep, repeatedly.
“Oh!” I said, in a silly, girly voice. “Oh!”
I came again. This one short but brutally lovely.
He roared into the darkness and came, his big body shaking over me, his fingers caught up like thorns in my hair.
When my breath came back, I found myself laughing. The laughter had a more musical quality than my normal sounds of amusement.
“What is it, then?” he asked, kissing my shoulder, pushing against me. His soft cock was still in me, and I was glad the contact remained.
“I think you’re right. The garden is magic. I might be magic.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, nuzzling me again. His beastly qualities having faded to tame attentions. “You are most definitely magic.”
Earth and twelve other all new stories can be found in Lucky Streak from Excessica.
My humble Mother's Day offering is below. A short story titled Earth from my most recent short story collection Lucky Streak . All stories previously unpublished, so this is the first time this baby's been posted online.
Happy Mother's Day to all you moms, aunts, grandmas, honorary aunts, baby sitters, daycare workers and anyone who has touched the life of a child and offered love, caring, and support. I salute you!
XOXO
Sommer
Earth
The summer we put in our box garden, I became fixated with earth. The smell of it after a heavy summer thunderstorm, the damp feel of it under my bare feet when the morning dew was still fresh, the way it provided life. Clark could find me outside at almost any time of day, clearing weeds, shoving my fingers into the dense, rich dirt, fiddling with our burgeoning garden.
“A man could get a little jealous,” he teased. “The way you’ve fixated on this box of dirt.”
“It’s also important to me because we did it together,” I said. “We got out here with pieces of wood, screws, mulch and top soil. We made something,” I said, softly, staking up a tomato bush that had seemed to triple in size overnight.
He squatted down and kissed me. “True. Very true.” There, in the back of the property, hidden by sprawling plants, he slipped his hand inside my tee and rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, making it stand on end.
I made a soft sound and let my eyes drift shut, the feel of damp earth beneath my knees ramping up my desire. The simple pleasure of tending something coupled with being tended to by Clark was overwhelming.
He sat back on his haunches and watched my face. “I think the garden has some effect on you. Maybe you’re turning into a pixie. An earth sprite. Maybe it’s magical.” He winked.
I shook my head, blushing. “You’re just giving me a hard time.”
He glanced around, though, back there on our property, there was nothing to see but us. Clark tugged the tee neck out and stretched it down. My breast popped free, and he leaned in to suck it hard. The tight knot of sensitive flesh grew even tighter, and the pleasure he delivered with fast swipes of his tongue created a chain reaction, rushing from nipple to chest, chest to belly, belly to pelvis. My insides contracted wetly, and that pleasure seemed to pool in my pussy.
I could feel that twin spots of color stood out on my cheeks. When he ran his finger across one cheekbone it was confirmed.
“I have to go to work, now. But how about you meet me in the garden after dinner, pixie? This magical garden that has you so transfixed?”
I laughed, but excitement flared deep inside me. I wiggled just a little, feeling the soil beneath my knees give with damp abandon.
“I’m not kidding,” he said, tilting my head up so I could meet his eyes.
I looked into those big blue eyes and saw he was dead serious. I nodded instantly. Yes, fucking in the box garden, earth beneath me, was exactly what I wanted. I hadn’t known I wanted it until he’d mentioned it, but it was out, now, and the craving was very real.
“Okay,” I said, finally. “Yes.”
Clark gathered my long red hair up in a messy knot and used it as a lead to pull me in for another kiss. “I plan to do all kinds of salty things to you out here. Just you wait and see.”
And wait I did. All day. Eagerly. For his extra-long work day to end and the evening to begin.Clark called at lunch. “How are you?”
“I’m good.” My mind had been racing all day. Constantly fast forwarding to us out there, in the growing darkness, together. I could, if I shut my eyes and grew still, smell damp dirt and lush green vegetation. And just the thought of him taking me out there where we’d worked side by side with tools and mulch and laughed…well, it was intoxicating.
“Yeah? You sound a bit distracted.”
“I am,” I said in a hushed voice.
“By what?”
“Don’t play innocent with me,” I laughed. “You know.”
His voice lowered, and I could picture him leaning in to whisper into his cell phone. “About me fucking you in the garden? About me driving my cock into you? About tomato bushes and squash blossoms brushing against your hair and against the soles of your feet?”
My tongue became sealed to the roof of my mouth. I could barely process his words through the arousal, let alone speak.
After a moment, Clark said, “Are you not speaking to me?”
“I am. I am, yes. I was just thinking…”
“About?”
He knew damn well, but him forcing me to say it made the anticipation that much worse—that much sweeter.
“About what you said.”
“Which was what?” he asked, putting just enough steel in his voice to trigger a shiver skittering along my spine.
I shook slightly, glad no one was there to see me, and said in a breathy voice, “You fucking me in the garden.”
“Good girl. I’ll be home a bit late, but you be sure to ready for me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said. Little did he know, I was counting the minutes. Or maybe he did know. It was turning out to be the longest day of my life.
I found myself holding my breath as the dinner hour passed, and I picked at a salad. My heart trip-hammered, and I wondered what to wear. That thought made me laugh. Did it matter what I wore if he was simply going to take it off? Should I wear gardening clothes? It didn’t seem very sexy, but it sure as hell would work. Or should I wear something sensual? Something I was willing to part with. Because big smears of earth and mulch were not going to come out of the more delicate things I owned.
I had about twenty minutes before Clark arrived, and I suddenly decided to go out there nude. Nude would work. Nude wouldn’t hold onto dirt and pollen. Nude was perfect.
I was half way out the back door in just a dressing gown, just to cover me until I got to the back of the yard, adrenaline making my limbs heavy and my head light when I heard him call out. His voice a deep note in our quiet house. I froze, my hand on the slider door, like the proverbial deer in headlights.
“Zarra?”
I held the door half-open with a shaking hand. As soon as I moved it, he’d hear. He didn’t see me in here in the sunroom. The darkness was darker in the addition to our living room. The French doors threw the light. It was the rabbit hole, Clark joked. You could look in the sunroom, and depending on natural illumination, it was impossible to tell if something in there was looking back.
I panicked, shoved the door, and it let out its signature squeal-rasp. I saw him in the next room, spotlighted by the floor lamps. His grin was wolfish, a predator scenting his prey. He tugged his tie loose, flipped off his shoes and whipped off his socks. I stayed there one moment longer, stomach swirling with a flock of butterflies. I bolted.
“Here I come, pixie!” he yelled.
A soft cry burst from me, and I ran faster. My feet flew through dense green grass that was just beginning to grow damp.
“You can’t run from me,” he said, and I let out a squeal. I wasn’t sure if I was going to laugh or cry. I had expected sex in the garden but not some god Pan on a rampage scenario. My blood was up, my feet fast, my pulse pounding.
When he caught up with me, I damn near came when he captured me in his arms.
“There she is. My magical, little being. And what’s this? What’s this bit of gossamer she wears?”
He whipped off my dressing gown and left me chilled and bare, shivering before him. Spectacularly. Gloriously. Nude.
Clark trapped me in his embrace, carrying me over the threshold of the box garden like a new bride. The darkness was full on now. Just a silvery spotlight supplied by the light of a fat, nearly-full moon.He laid me down in the largest clearing, the garden soil licking at my back. He yanked off his tie and bound my wrists. Then he began to undress, flinging his good work clothes over his back.
“Your suit!” I managed.
“My suit will come clean. Our cleaners work magic.” Then he was on me. Kneeling there in the leaves and shoots, spreading my thighs and putting his lips to my sex. His tongue nudged my outer pussy lips, outlining my need with his subtle stroke. I thrust up from under him, wanting more. Desperate. Greedy.
Clark sucked my clitoris hard. He painted it over and over with the tip of his tongue. He pushed his big fingers inside me and expertly prodded my G-spot until the coupling of mouth and fingers forced me to surrender to my orgasm.
I came, twisting on the ground, my hands bound by his silken gray tie.
“There she is,” he said. “My woodland spirit.” He kissed my belly, and my muscles quivered.
He hiked my hips up in his big hands and pushed his cock to my drenched slit. I gasped, my body writhing, getting dirty—so damn dirty.
Clark paused long enough to watch me struggle against my own pleasure, then thrust into me hard and fast. I groaned, and he followed suit. The base of his cock kissing my already tender clit. He held me there, captured in his grip, and drove into me over and over until I was begging. Mindlessly begging for him to give me another climax. Another peak to climb only to tumble down.
He grunted, very much the beast in the forest, and it sent a thrill straight down the core of me. His hips moved back and forth, back and forth, until I was clasping my fingers together inside the coil of his tie. Every thrust drove me higher, closer—reaching for that coveted release. I was panting like some cornered animal, and the goodness that soaked my limbs and my soul was overwhelming. Leaves tangled in my hair, my foot brushed a fat, wet stem.
I arched up, trying to loop my tied wrists around his neck. He let me, covered me with his body and pumped into me until I came a second time, saying softly, “Yes. Yessss…”
“Yes,” he agreed. He bent over me and suckled my nipple. His teeth made the next assault, tugging that bit of flesh out as far as it would go. The brief spark of pain augmented my orgasm, causing it to curl out long and sparkling in the darkness behind my closed eyelids.
“So pretty,” he said. “So pretty, this creature I captured.”
I squeezed my internal muscles around him, knowing that if he just gave me another minute, another waggle of his trim hips, I’d come again. He moved to the other nipple and delivered the same, sweet punishment. He did that thing with his hips, then thrust into me, hard and deep, repeatedly.
“Oh!” I said, in a silly, girly voice. “Oh!”
I came again. This one short but brutally lovely.
He roared into the darkness and came, his big body shaking over me, his fingers caught up like thorns in my hair.
When my breath came back, I found myself laughing. The laughter had a more musical quality than my normal sounds of amusement.
“What is it, then?” he asked, kissing my shoulder, pushing against me. His soft cock was still in me, and I was glad the contact remained.“I think you’re right. The garden is magic. I might be magic.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, nuzzling me again. His beastly qualities having faded to tame attentions. “You are most definitely magic.”
Earth and twelve other all new stories can be found in Lucky Streak from Excessica.
May 8, 2015
On waves and addictive books...
The following is pasted from my FB feed Thursday 5/7. Apologies if you've seen it but there's additional stuff below :) :
So my new system for what seems to be the never ending list of things that must be done/handled when someone passes is every day there are 3 things on the list. 2 easy (usually things that will never end. Mowing the lawn, calling about an insurance claim error, paying bills), 1 hard. No excuses. Today I dealt with a major one. It wasn't as hard as anticipated, like so many of the things on the list. The only explanation I have is, that when you lose the love of your life, *everything* seems overwhelming. The point being: I did it. And now I will reward myself. Probably by reading in the middle of the day :). I have been mostly silent but for reposts the last week or so, I suspect because Mother's Day is approaching and Jim always went all out for me on M's Day. So grief, does comes in waves, as I was told. I'm trying to just breathe and hang ten.
What I didn't say: I've been reading A LOT in this down time. Down both literally and figuratively. What have I been reading you ask? Well let me tell you!
I'm very excited about the upcoming show Wayward Pines. I discovered about a week or so ago that it's based on a trilogy by Blake Crouch. I decided to attempt to read at least the first book before the show premiered so I ordered them. Um...
I read the first book Pines in about 36 hours. Started it late Saturday morning, finished it early Sunday evening. So I moved on to book two Wayward . Which is odd for me. I usually like a palate cleanser between series books. I read that one from late Monday morning to early Wednesday evening. Girl child was amazed!
Then...even more amazing, I went right on to book three The Last Town . I started it yesterday and am well more than 1/2 way done. I fully expect to have inhaled the trilogy before the show starts. It's highly addictive, well written, and nothing like I've ever read before. I highly recommend it if you're looking for new addictive reading material!
Have a happy, happy weekend. And Happy Mother's Day to all you fabulous muthas!
XOXO
Sommer
So my new system for what seems to be the never ending list of things that must be done/handled when someone passes is every day there are 3 things on the list. 2 easy (usually things that will never end. Mowing the lawn, calling about an insurance claim error, paying bills), 1 hard. No excuses. Today I dealt with a major one. It wasn't as hard as anticipated, like so many of the things on the list. The only explanation I have is, that when you lose the love of your life, *everything* seems overwhelming. The point being: I did it. And now I will reward myself. Probably by reading in the middle of the day :). I have been mostly silent but for reposts the last week or so, I suspect because Mother's Day is approaching and Jim always went all out for me on M's Day. So grief, does comes in waves, as I was told. I'm trying to just breathe and hang ten.
What I didn't say: I've been reading A LOT in this down time. Down both literally and figuratively. What have I been reading you ask? Well let me tell you!
I'm very excited about the upcoming show Wayward Pines. I discovered about a week or so ago that it's based on a trilogy by Blake Crouch. I decided to attempt to read at least the first book before the show premiered so I ordered them. Um...
I read the first book Pines in about 36 hours. Started it late Saturday morning, finished it early Sunday evening. So I moved on to book two Wayward . Which is odd for me. I usually like a palate cleanser between series books. I read that one from late Monday morning to early Wednesday evening. Girl child was amazed!
Then...even more amazing, I went right on to book three The Last Town . I started it yesterday and am well more than 1/2 way done. I fully expect to have inhaled the trilogy before the show starts. It's highly addictive, well written, and nothing like I've ever read before. I highly recommend it if you're looking for new addictive reading material!
Have a happy, happy weekend. And Happy Mother's Day to all you fabulous muthas!
XOXO
Sommer
May 3, 2015
Fabulous Spring Giveaway!
Spring is here and it's time for a big giveaway from Laughing Vixen Lounge. 11 shops have come together to create one amazing Prize Pack ($280+) full of Jewelry, Perfume, Clothing, Vintage and much more! Many of the shops offer items perfect for any book lover along with lots of other unique, handcrafted and custom designs.
The Fabulous Spring Giveaway is open worldwide. 1 winner will win the Prize Pack. You can enter via the Rafflecopter below. Please visit the Laughing Vixen Lounge Blog and the Main Giveaway Post HERE to see the full prize list, participating shops and daily features during the giveaway.
Since Summer is right around the corner the giveaway theme is Vacation Memories. Each of our participating shops, and many of our blog sponsors, will be sharing some of their favorite vacation photos with you.
Giveaway runs May 4th - 18th. Laughing Vixen Lounge is responsible for all giveaway details. See full details HERE.
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April 30, 2015
Guest post on true love and Haunted...
Thanks to KD Grace who graciously invited me to
guest blog
on her site about my new release Haunted and the inspiration behind it...the love of my life.
Please pop over and check it out if you have some down time. Or some 'wasting time" time. ;)
XOXO
Sommer
Please pop over and check it out if you have some down time. Or some 'wasting time" time. ;)
XOXO
Sommer
April 28, 2015
Do yourself a solid: read this book!
Drawn That Way by Bronwyn GreenMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Full disclosure, I was a beta reader for this book before it was published. My plan was to read about a chapter a day due to my schedule. That went right out the window the moment I started reading. I inhaled the entire thing in two days. Drawn That Way is hands down my favorite erotica book I've read this year. I had all the feels, thanks to the wonderful talent of Bronwyn Green. I adored the characters, I loved the plot line, and the writing was spectacular. And did I mention it's hot? Like hot, hot, hot. With all the exclamation points. Do yourself a favor and read it. You won't be disappointed. Once I picked it up, I couldn't put it down.
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