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August 14, 2014
Letters to a War Zone Needs Your Votes!
Hi everyone,
My M/M military erotic romance novella, Letters to a War Zone, is part of Lolly Tova’s cover poll this month, and it really needs your votes.
If you’d like to vote for this beautiful cover, designed by the fantastic Posh Gosh, go here. It’ll only take a couple of seconds to vote, and you’ll have my undying gratitude.
Voting closes on the 31st August.
Thanks so much!
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August 13, 2014
Mid Week Tease: “You’re pierced.” #MWTease
Hi everyone,
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. This week I’m sharing a tease from Pack of Lies, my paranormal erotic romance novel, which released from Ellora’s Cave on Friday. I’m so excited about this one, and hope you will be, too! 
Crawling down the bed, Isaac settled between Nathaniel’s thighs, having another long, lingering look at the beautiful man in front of him. Then he reached out a tentative hand and grasped Nathaniel’s cock, which was long and thick but in perfect proportion with the rest of him and surrounded by closely trimmed pubic hair. It was then he noticed something which made him stop dead.
“Fuuuck!” he said, leaning in to get a closer look. “You’re pierced.”
Nathaniel’s grin was wide, wicked. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?”
“Christ, no. I’ve never seen one in real life before. It’s fucking hot.” With his free hand he reached for his own cock, giving it a couple of pumps just to relieve a little pressure. Then, having gazed at the silver bar that decorated the tip of Nathaniel’s dick for long enough, he lowered his head to see how it tasted.
Sticking out his tongue, he ran it over the metal, surprised that it was warm. Not as warm as Nathaniel’s skin, but not cold as he’d expected. A thrill ran through him as he realized that not only was he about to suck the cock of the most gorgeous man he’d ever met, but that he was experiencing something totally new—a rarity in someone his age. The slight taste of the metal was quickly overshadowed by the slick of precum that hit his taste buds, then the musk of Nathaniel’s skin. The combination made his mouth water and he immediately sank farther down the other man’s shaft, closing his lips around it, ready to create some suction.
You can get your copy of Pack of Lies here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/pack-of-lies/
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August 12, 2014
Fall Into Love This September with The Romance Reviews! #trrparty
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August 11, 2014
The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem (@lily_harlem)
“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”
New from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into a her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.
The Silk Tie is available from Amazon
The Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers
Back cover information
Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game.
But there’s always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do.
But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?
Excerpt
The bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.
“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.
Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.
He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”
“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.
“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”
“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”
“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”
I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”
He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”
There was a knock at the door.
We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.
The door opened and Brent walked in.
He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.
He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.
Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.
“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.
“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”
“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”
“Yes.” I nodded.
He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”
I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”
He released me and turned to Gabe.
I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.
“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”
Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”
“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”
“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”
Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.
I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.
Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.
Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”
I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.
“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”
That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.
Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.
When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.
“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”
“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.
Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.
I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.
“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.
“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.
Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.
He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.
Gabe was utterly still at my side.
Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.
Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.
“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.
“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”
Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”
I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.
Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.
Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.
“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”
“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”
Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.
“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.
I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.
“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”
Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.
Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.
Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.
Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.
Gabe panted and stared downward.
I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.
“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.
Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.
I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.
He began to withdraw.
Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.
Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.
Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.
Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.
“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.
“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”
Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.
Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.
My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.
Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.
Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.
“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”
Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”
“Not…like this…I want…I need…”
Lily Harlem Bio
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora’s Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite 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 Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.
Her latest novel, Breathe You In, is a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come. Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2013.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set Trilogy 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!
Lily Harlem Links
Website http://www.lilyharlem.com/
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August 10, 2014
Sunday Snog – Pack of Lies
It’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! I’m so excited, because I’m sharing another snog from Pack of Lies, which is OUT NOW! Yes, it released on Friday, woohoo!
With that, Isaac took a firm hold of the courage he’d managed to screw up and stepped even closer to his soon-to-be lover. They were the same height, more or less, so all he had to do was lean forward, slip a hand behind Aaron’s neck and pull him in for a kiss. It appeared that Aaron hadn’t shaved since that morning, or possibly the night before, and their considerable stubble scratched together, the sound and sensation sending thrills through Isaac’s body. Their lips pressed harder against each other, tentative yet curious, gentle but needy.
Suddenly Aaron’s hands came down and cupped Isaac’s buttocks through his jeans and pulled him close. Now their crotches were mashed together, two rapidly hardening cocks aching to be touched, pleasured, given release. The act ramped up their passion considerably and their relatively gentle kiss quickly turned into something much more desperate, feral.
The last thought that went through Isaac’s mind before he was lost to arousal was that it was going to be a long, hot night.
You can get your hands on Pack of Lies here.
Add it to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22756241-pack-of-lies
Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!
August 9, 2014
My Sexy Saturday #34 – Do You Think I’m Sexy? #MySexySaturday
Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is do you think I’m sexy? I’m sharing an excerpt from my brand new paranormal erotic romance novel, Pack of Lies, which released yesterday!
“Yes,” he said, picking up his glass and downing the amber liquid in one. “Yes I do.”
“Christ,” she said, eyeing the empty glass, “I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended by the speed you just gulped down that drink.”
“Flattered.” He grinned. “Most definitely flattered.”
“Hmm, okay then. But you’ll have to wait more than two seconds for me to finish mine. I’ve barely started it yet!”
“Not a problem. Take your time.”
Sally narrowed her eyes, seemingly not quite believing him. Then she picked up her drink and sipped at it. Slowly, delicately.
The wench—she was fucking teasing him! What’s more, he realized as more blood thundered to his dick, he liked it.
You can buy Pack of Lies here.
Please use the list below to head on over to the other blogs participating in My Sexy Saturday, and don’t forget to leave us all comments, we love ‘em!
Happy Reading,
Lucy x
August 8, 2014
New Release: Pack of Lies
Hi everyone,
I’m insanely excited about the release of my second novel (or, two a half, if you count Grand Slam), Pack of Lies, which releases today! This paranormal erotic romance thriller is pretty different to anything I’ve written before, and I really enjoyed working on it. My blog tour, which starts on the 18th, will be dishing lots of dirt about the research process and so on, so keep an eye out for that 
Here’s the blurb for Pack of Lies:
Werewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.
Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.
As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.
Inside Scoop: This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.
Like the sound of that? Go HERE for an excerpt and buy links.
Also, if you’re around at the weekend, I just wanted to let you know that myself and several of my fellow Brit Babes are taking part in a couple of Facebook takeovers. We’ll be chatting about our new and upcoming releases, hot guys and girls, running giveaways and lots more. We’d love to see you there. Details below.
Happy Reading,
Lucy x
August 7, 2014
Writing BDSM – Contemporary vs. Historical by Normandie Alleman (@normandiea)
As someone who writes BDSM erotic scenes in both a contemporary and a historical setting, I find that in historical books I have my work cut out for me.
Think back to the 1600’s. There were no “dungeon BDSM clubs”. Back then they were real dungeons and I don’t think many people getting beaten in them were offered the luxury of a safeword. The whips they used were intended to do serious harm and open the skin, while today’s floggings might raise a pink welt.
They didn’t have the toys we do. No magic wands or rabbits, no nipple clamps. (Imagine my chagrin to find they didn’t even invent clothespins for another century!) So what’s an author of days gone-by kinkiness to do? Get creative.
Rope is a pirate and a kinkster’s best friend. Pirate ships are filled with it, and our hero in the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge series, Gaston, uses it frequently on his beloved Frederica. In the following scene he uses another product easily found in the seventeenth century – candle wax – to enhance his bedroom play with his submissive Frederica.
Here’s an excerpt from my latest erotic historical novella Bound by the Buccaneer
Without preamble he spread her legs wide and swiftly entered her. Her drenched cunt offered him easy access to the depths of her canal, and he drove into her like a man possessed. His strokes were long and languid but powerful, dragging out their pleasure as if he wanted to wring every drop of passion from her. His deliberate pace increased her anticipation by making her wait for him to fill her each time. She writhed underneath him, thinking that his cock plundering her pussy was so delicious she might never be able to get enough. But then he buried himself so deep inside her that she felt the tip of his penis smash into her cervix. The result was the sweet combination of pleasure and pain. It hurt, but she desperately wanted more.
His fingers fisted her hair, and he yanked on it as he fucked her. Her scalp screamed, but her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, her walls contracting around him like a vice. She arched her back and he pinched both her nipples, rolling them between his fingertips. Then he pulled them upward until her cries of lust morphed to something darker.
Then he withdrew, reached over and removed the candle from the lantern. He held it over her body, a devilish look on his face.
She felt her body stiffen, her eyes widen. He’d done this once before and the experience had been an extreme combination of pleasure and pain. Overall she’d enjoyed it, but she remembered some of the hottest droplets of wax scorching her skin.
“Scared?” he taunted.
She struggled for something to say, but nothing came to her. She couldn’t honestly say no, but if she dared to deny it, she worried if he’d think of something even more dastardly to do to her. Yet her pride kept her from admitting to fear.
“What’s the matter? Lost your voice?”
“No, sir,” she gulped.
Waggling his brow he winked at her as he towered over her, candle poised just above her stomach. “That’s alright. Your face tells me all I need to know.”
She watched as the first droplet crashed against the pale, sensitive skin of her belly. The liquid fire burned. She winced and prepared for the next one.
In an unexpected but welcome move, Gaston rubbed the tip of his cock around the opening to her pussy. Her hips gyrated, wanting him inside her again. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the picture of his helpless, wanton captive beneath him.
“Who do you belong to wench?” he asked, anger in his voice.
Another droplet of scalding hot wax splashed onto her breast, and she found herself lifting her chest searching for the next one. Something in the back of her mind told her it was insane to want more of this treatment, but she squelched the intrusive voice and gave in to her cravings.
“You, master. I belong to you,” she answered. It aroused her to think of herself as his. His property. His woman to do with as he chose. She realized there was nothing he loved better than dominating her, and she drew in a ragged breath. Exhaling, she realized there was nothing she loved better than allowing him to.
Bound by the Buccaneer
Two years have passed since Frederica joined Gaston aboard the Ocean’s Knave, and with every passing hour they have fallen more deeply in love. By day she is the ship’s physician, but at night she serves her captain in his bed, offering her body for him to punish and pleasure until she begs for more. But after a successful run of raiding other pirate ships, the couple have a target on their backs.
Their only hope is to form an alliance with a trio of like-minded captains, but in order to guarantee the cooperation of these unyielding, battle-hardened men, Gaston is forced to offer them a night with Frederica. Reluctantly, she agrees to be shared with the men, but afterwards Gaston finds it difficult to forgive himself for bartering Frederica’s charms. As jealousy and desperation threaten to consume him, will Gaston lose his beloved Frederica or can he weather the storm and find a way to bind her to him forever?
Publisher’s Note: Bound by the Buccaneer is the second book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy, which began with Rescued by the Buccaneer. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a foursome, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more.
You can pick up your copy of Bound by the Buccaneer today:
Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/kcgqmgq
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Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/nclg55o
Since the Pirate of the Jolie Rouge Trilogy is best read in order, here’s more about the first book:
Rescued by the Buccaneer
When Frederica Beauchamp boards a ship for the Americas, she dreams of a life filled with adventure, but she gets more than she bargained for when her passenger ship is attacked by pirates. The heartless men kidnap her and force her to serve their captain—a fate that might be worse than death, since though he does not have his way with her, the captain delights in baring her, shaming her, and thrashing her bare bottom as punishment for every imagined disobedience.
After the pirates bring aboard an injured man found floating in the sea, Frederica tends to his wounds and learns that he is Gaston Galette, a survivor of a shipwrecked vessel. Gaston seeks her help to overthrow the vile captain, but when their plan goes awry he is forced to use all of his wiles to save them. As the naïve girl and the seasoned sailor navigate one perilous situation after another, he informs Frederica that the only way they can survive is if he is in command, and that if she thinks things can be otherwise, she will be taken over his knee for a bare bottom spanking.
As he watches the proud, willful Frederica bow to his authority, however, Gaston worries that her growing hold on his heart will be his downfall. He knows he cannot take a woman with him when he returns to his ship and crew, but when Frederica accepts his lustful dominance completely, submitting to him with grace and beauty no other woman could match, Gaston realizes that he may never be able to let her go.
Publisher’s Note: Rescued by the Buccaneer is the first book of the Pirates of the Jolie Rouge trilogy. It is an adventure and erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including elements of BDSM and humiliation, and more.
You can find Rescued by the Buccaneer here:
Amazon: http://amzn.to/MIQL4h
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1dXBCU5
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ARe: http://bit.ly/1hG7am4
Kobo: bit.ly/1hLLsfS
About the Author
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
Find her here:
Twitter at @NormandieA https://twitter.com/NormandieA
Pinterest at http://pinterest.com/NormandieA
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NormandieAlleman
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Normandie-Alleman/e/B00BNUDVFW
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6893037.Normandie_Alleman
Her website: www.normandiealleman.com
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August 6, 2014
Mid Week Tease: “Naked. Now.” #MWTease
Hi everyone,
Welcome back to Mid Week Tease. This week I’m sharing a tease from my F/F paranormal novella Weekend at Wilderhope Manor, which appears in the just-released What to Read After Fifty Shades of Grey Collection #4, which is 11 stories for just $0.99/77p for a limited time!
She sucked as much of Jenny’s plump flesh into her mouth as she could, relishing the feel of it and the slight salty taste of her skin. She dragged her tongue around and across Jenny’s breast, every now and again giving a teasing flick to the aching bud at its tip. Jenny’s hands were in Stephanie’s dark hair, holding her head tightly as if to prevent her escape. Which was silly, given there was nowhere else she would rather be. Except between Jenny’s naked and parted thighs, perhaps.
Before long, she was glad she had a hold of her girlfriend. Jenny was writhing madly on her lap and mewls and whimpers were issuing from her parted lips. Pulling her mouth from Jenny’s breast with a wet pop, she immediately latched onto the other one, giving it the same attention she’d given its twin. She swapped her arms around too, her more dominant right arm now being the one to keep Jenny in place. Taking full advantage of that fact, she danced her tongue relentlessly across the stiff bud of Jenny’s left breast, teasing and playing with her, enjoying each sexy reaction she elicited.
Despite the fact she was the one giving the pleasure, Stephanie was still plenty aroused. She felt her pussy becoming increasingly slick beneath her clothes. Her clit throbbed, aching to be touched. She suspected Jenny felt the same way as she rolled her hips almost violently, obviously trying to get some friction on that needy bundle of nerve endings at the apex of her vulva.
Disentangling herself from her girlfriend’s vice-like grip on her head, she pulled
Jenny’s luscious breast out of her mouth, and said, “Naked. Now.”
You can get your copy of What to Read After FSOG #4 here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/what-to-read-after-fsog-part-four/
And add it to your Goodreads shelves here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22837834-what-to-read-after-fsog
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August 5, 2014
Storm Stallion by Kate Hill
Book 8 in the Horsemen Series
Blurb:
From the moment Ivan rescued Bala from the inferno that wiped out her village, he has been in love with her. Knowing the young widow’s heart belongs to her husband who died from the Horseman Plague, he struggles to keep his passion for her a secret.
Bala is burdened by guilt over the lustful fantasies she’s been having about the handsome Fighting Carrier. When he surprises them both by asking her to marry him, she accepts. With Ivan she enjoys a sexual freedom she has never experienced before. Despite their love for each other, their marriage is threatened by the shadow of her first husband.
Ivan and Bala realize they’re meant to be together, but first they have to find their way back to each other.
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The following excerpt from Storm Stallion is for readers 18 and over.
Ivan stepped in, carrying the bucket of water. He emptied it into the tub and Bala took his shirt and knelt to wash it.
He glanced around and asked, “Where’s Reena?”
“At Jane’s. She’s going to watch her while we go to Jian’s.”
A grin tugged at his lips. “We’re alone?”
Still scrubbing, Bala tilted her gaze up to him and smiled. “Yes. We’re alone.”
Ivan knelt behind her and covered her wet hands with his as she washed his shirt. “You shouldn’t be doing all the work. I can help.”
Her smile broadened and she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, loving the sensation of his warm, hard body and the gentle brush of his bearded face against her cheek.
“It’s only one shirt,” she said.
“You don’t want my help?” he whispered close to her ear, then gently nipped the lobe.
Bala’s eyes closed for a moment and she leaned against him. “I didn’t say that.”
“Why don’t you wash the shirt later?” He tugged the garment from her with one hand while sliding his arm around her waist. He nuzzled her neck and Bala resisted the urge to moan.
He pushed the washtub away as he moved in front of her and took her in his arms. His mouth claimed hers in a tender yet passionate kiss. Sliding her arms around him, Bala moaned, pressing her body closer to his.
Ivan lay on his back, still holding Bala close. She laughed softly as she ended up on top of him, her breasts pressed to his hard, bare chest. For so long she’d admired Ivan’s strong physique. He was a warrior, a man of strength and stamina, but also one of compassion. She’d seen how gentle Ivan was with Reena. Even now he could crush her, but he touched and kissed her with tenderness.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, gazing into her eyes and caressing her face. His large hand splayed against her lower back. His hard cock pressed against her pelvis and her clit ached for him.
He kissed her again and she responded enthusiastically. Unable to resist, she undulated against him, loving how his stiffness rubbed where she was so warm and needy.
Their tongues danced and Bala threaded her fingers through his dark, wavy hair.
Groaning, Ivan rolled her onto her back and loomed above her, supporting most of his weight on his hands braced on either side of her head.
“Bala, I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
About Kate Hill
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.
When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and spending time with her family and pets.
Kate also writes under the pen name Saloni Quinby. She enjoys hearing from readers and she can be contacted at katehill@sprintmail.com. You can find Kate online at http://www.kate-hill.com, http://www.twitter.com/katehillromance and https://www.facebook.com/katehillsaloniquinby.
