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March 10, 2016
KJB’s Tip Time: Find all ‘the’ spots…
This is my last tip time for a while- so I thought I’d make it a good one!
This weekend, make it a game to find your partner’s other erogenous zones. Often if you’ve been together for a while, you might get into the habit of jumping straight to the obvious- time to expand your horizons a little!
First, slip a blindfold over your lover’s, which will help them focus on the sensate experience of your touch.
Make them wait (increasing the sexual tension), while you set up a tray with the following items:
1. Ice cube
2. Warm oil or hot face cloth
3. A feather or something that causes a tickling sensation
Now using your items either massage with the oil, caress with the feather, or trace with the ice cube the following parts of your lover’s body – The back, nipples, neck, earlobes, lips, feet, inner thighs, perineum…or where ever else the fancy takes you.
Pay attention to your lover’s responses. Does s/he cringe? Moan? Laugh? Do her nipples or his penis get erect? Does s/he tell you to stop, or does s/he beg for more? You might find spots on your lover’s body that are more excitable than you ever would have imagined, and you might find spots to avoid…
Enjoy for voyage of discovery!
Happy weekend,
Kay x
March 8, 2016
My First Time: Kd Grace
I’m delighted to be able to bring you another insight into an erotica writers’ first publishing experience. Today it’s the turn of my wonderful friend, the brilliant, Kd Grace…
Can you remember writing the first story you actually wanted to write, rather than those you were forced to write at school? What was it about?
It was actually my first novel – very much a trunk novel that shall never see the light of day – at least not as is. It was sort of a Pygmalion story about a woman who takes part in an insane bet in order to get fit and get the body she wants, only to discover that wasn’t the key to happiness.
What was your first official publication? Was that erotica?
It was erotica, yes. It was a very short piece for the now defunct UK sexy women’s magazine, Scarlet. It was about a chance encounter in the back of the night bus.
I had no idea I’d be an erotica writer- it just came from nowhere! Was writing erotica something you intended to do, or was it a bit of a shock?
It was definitely a bit of a shock. I always found writing sex scenes easy, so thought I’d give it a try, desperate to get anything at all published, and the I figured I’d move on from there … eventually … some day …
What affect did that have on your life?
It made me a lot more open minded about kink and sexual relationships, about how people see themselves sexually. It also made me much more compassionate when I came to realize just how many people out there have been very wounded sexually – emotionally as much as physically, and just how people struggle to make peace with sex. I try very hard to make all of my works a celebration of sex and romance and the human connection. I think that’s something erotica writers need to do because no one else is doing it.
Does your first published story reflect your current writing style?
Yes, I guess it does. It’s very tongue in cheek, it’s fun and doesn’t take itself too seriously.
What are you working on at the moment?
I’m working on a contemporary romance at the moment – quite sexy, but not erotica. I can thank you, Kay, for the inspiration for this novel, which was a tin of pears in heavy syrup. Who knew???
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Buy links
Sadly, The Night Bus is no longer available, and it happened before I had a website and blog or even imagined I’d need one.
Links to latest:
Interviewing Wade
http://kdgrace.co.uk/books-2/an-executive-decision-novel-interviewing-wade/
eBook:
Print:
Bio
About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
KD’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
Find K D Here:
Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace
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Many thanks Kd. Great interview.
Happy reading,
Kay x
March 7, 2016
Guest Post from Janine Ashbless: I Had a Dream. Writing the Lovers’ Wheel Books
It is with great pleasure that I welcome Janine Ashbless back to my site today. Not only is Janine a brilliant writer, she is a friend, and all round lovely person.
Over to you Janine…
I Had a Dream – writing the Lovers’ Wheel Books
One night some decades ago, probably before I was even a writer, I had a dream so real and so emotionally powerful that I’ve never forgotten it. I dreamed that I was standing at the gates of a big old house somewhere in the English countryside. The grounds were so overgrown that the gates were almost choked shut with brambles and weeds, but when I scrambled through and made my way up the drive I found that the house was still occupied despite being decayed. In fact it was a retirement home, with old people sitting around in wheelchairs, dozing and playing chess. Then I realized that these old men were the disguised King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table, who had retreated here to await in secret the last call to battle when England would need their heroes again.
That was it. That’s all I dreamed.
Years later, this became the seed for the Lovers’ Wheel quartet I’m currently writing for Ellora’s Cave.
Now I know roughly where the idea grew from. All my childhood I’d been reading stories from authors like Susan Cooper, Alan Garner, and Diana Wynne Jones, in which the nice cosy English countryside was a place where lurked gods and elves and Ancient Powers pretending to be human, just biding their time and perhaps waiting to be woken by plucky middle class school children on holiday. I LOVED those books! I wanted to write a wondrous story about a girl who discovers a hidden world of magical adventure, a girl who is marked for a special destiny, a girl whose choices decide the fate of the world.
Only I wanted to write the adult version, with really dirty sex and way more moral greyness.
So Lovers’ Wheel is about Liz, who goes to stay with her Great-aunt Moira at spooky old Enniswitrin House in Somerset, and finds that she’s been picked for the noble task of fucking each of the Twelve Months of the Year in turn, to keep the seasons turning. But being Chosen isn’t nearly as nice or as vanilla as she’s been lead to believe, especially as the Brothers start to lead her into the darker half of the year.
As for Arthur – yeah, he’s there too! Read Summer Seduction and Falling Deep to find out about him. And I promise that When Winter Comes and Joys of Spring will complete the cycle of the year in due course…
Blurb- Falling Deep
Book 2 of the Lovers’ Wheel series.
Liz is reeling with shock. She has just discovered that her Great-aunt Moira’s spooky old house is the last disguised remnant of mystical Avalon, and that Moira has been manipulating her into initiation as an immortal sorceress serving the old powers of nature.
Liz’s ordained role is to turn the Wheel of the Year through the seasons by having sex with each of the Twelve Months in turn. The Brothers of the Fall appear to be hot and handsome men, but they are far more daunting than their summer predecessors. Liz now faces three new avatars who are increasingly dominant and kinky. As the year turns inexorably toward the darkness, Liz must embrace the allure of total submission and give them complete control of her sexuality.
Inside Scoop: Liz explores a wide range of erotic experiences, including light bondage and brief f/f touching.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
A paranormal erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
Buy links
Falling Deep at Amazon US:
http://www.amazon.com/Falling-Lovers-Wheel-Janine-Ashbless-ebook/dp/B01C639HPC/ref=sr_1_1
Falling Deep at Amazon UK:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B01C639HPC
Summer Seduction (Lovers’ Wheel Book 1) at Amazon US:
http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Seduction-1-Janine-Ashbless-ebook/dp/B00OTU9SEQ/ref=sr_1_1
Summer Seduction (Lovers’ Wheel Book 1) at Amazon UK:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Summer-Seduction-1-Janine-Ashbless-ebook/dp/B00OTU9SEQ/ref=pd_sim_351_1
Janine Ashbless links:
www.janineashbless.blogspot.com
https://www.facebook.com/Janine-Ashbless-author-page-140154696078980/
Bio:
Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure. She likes to write about magic and myth and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.
Her work has been described as: “Hardcore and literate” (Madeline Moore) and “Vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love.” (Portia Da Costa)
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Janine
Photo care of David Woolfall
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Many thanks Janine- series looks fantastic!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
March 4, 2016
Erotica World Book Day!!!
While the rest of the book world enjoys World Book Day on 3rd March, those of us in erotica land celebrate it on the 5th!! And so- to celebrate- here is a little slice of action from The Perfect Submissive….
Blurb– Hidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.
When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.
Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.
Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…
Making a living out of writing sex scenes is great fun whichever way you look at it. For me however, it is the kinkier scenes that are the most interesting and attractive to both read and create. To be able to invent interesting and unusual- yet believable (if somewhat muscle stretching), ways to provide pleasure is a challenge I really enjoy. Taking everyday objects and turning them into instruments of eroticism- through either direct pleasure, or through pleasure via desired pain, is a wonderful way to spend my days! For example, why just use a paintbrush to paint with? Miss Jess Sanders has been tied to an art table in the Fable Hotel’s pseudo school room for what seems like hours, and now, at last, physical relief has arrived…
‘Master Philips, this is Miss Jess Sanders, the new administration clerk, and soon, well … let’s just say, I have high hopes for this young lady.’
Jess’s brain galloped off at a number of conflicting tangents as Lee nodded in evident understanding. An understanding Jess certainly did not share. What high hopes?
‘While you were lying here enjoying yourself, Miss Sanders, Master Philips here, has proffered me a great service.’
Jess said nothing, her eyes trained on the white tabletop before her, not wanting to see the predatory look of either of the people who towered over her. She could feel the sexual tension rising in the stale air of the room, and her body tingled.
Daring another glance at the young man, Jess took in the short dark hair, the slim body, the midnight blue eyes, and the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock beneath his suit trousers, which made her pussy give an involuntary spasm against the brush.
‘As you can see, Master Philip, Miss Sanders has been corked with one of the heftier classrooms paintbrushes. Just a little something to keep that untutored body amused in my absence.’
Jess closed her eyes as she heard Mrs Peters talking about her as if she was a mere thing, a toy to be played with. The idea appalled her, and yet, somehow the thought that they could do whatever they liked to her, sent another shot of desire through her abused frame, confusing her further.
Lee said nothing, but watched as Mrs Peters’ hand went towards the bristles that extruded from the girl’s cunt. Jess groaned as it was abruptly pulled out, leaving her pussy emptier than ever.
Sardonically observing Lee’s aroused state, the manageress asked him, ‘Would you like your dick to replace the brush handle for Miss Sanders? I’m sure that right now she is feeling particularly in need of filling, and I know you have a cock worthy of the job.’
Without raising his head, Lee replied, ‘Thank you Mrs Peters, I would.’
‘Then assist me.’
Swiftly Jess’s bindings were untied. It felt strange to be free, and the clerk’s shoulders cracked as she moved, flexing her arms and legs to get her blood circulating again. Jess wasn’t allowed her freedom for long however, as Mrs Peters yanked her arms sharply behind her back, re-tying her wrists, and shoving her into the larger and more comfortable teacher’s chair, her butt on the very edge of the seat, her legs spread.
‘As you are aware, Master Philips, I consider patience one of life’s greatest virtues, a lesson I think, by the look of desperation that is shining so blatantly in Miss Sanders’ eyes, it is high time she learnt.’
‘Yes Mrs Peters.’ Lee deflated slightly as he realised he would have to wait a little longer for his reward, but felt better when Laura passed him the paintbrush, knowing precisely what he was supposed to do with it.
Jess, her eyes wide, her throat drier than ever, watched as Lee ran the brush’s soft bristles between his fingers. Kneeling before Jess, he placed the tip of the paintbrush on the very end of her right nipple. Gasping with shock at the sensitivity of the touch, Jess began to shiver against the sweeping strokes Lee focused on her breast.
‘I must congratulate you, Master Philips.’ Mrs Peters spoke with approval. ‘You have an excellent technique there, arousing, and stimulating, without being quite enough to make your subject come.’
Jess groaned. Why wouldn’t they let her come? As the deliciously torturous brush moved onto her left tit, tears of desire and frustration gathered at the corner of her eyes. She knew she was minutes away from begging. Begging to be fucked, begging to be allowed to come; begging for a warm mouth to come to her pussy, her chest, her mouth.
Her quivers turned to shakes as her stomach knotted with the build up of a fast approaching climax.
A gesture from Laura and Lee dropped the brush, causing tears of desperation to course down Jess’s cheeks. ‘Now, Miss Sanders, you have to learn to pace yourself. This is as much for our enjoyment as yours, and we are not ready to let you come yet.’
Blinking in disbelief at her superior’s words, Jess felt the tears dry against her face, as once again the brush was employed by Lee, this time along her tethered arms, her unsteady legs and her taut stomach. Concentrating hard on not pleading for more direct attention, Jess tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs, and the increasingly obvious presence of Lee’s erection.
Jess’s persistent moans turned to helpless whimpers as Mrs Peters finally broke the tension, ‘You may remove your clothes, Lee.’
The young man moved with uncaring speed and Jess gulped as she saw the neatly circumcised penis that was pointing at her hungrily, slide into the waiting rubber.
Ordered to sit up straight, Jess obeyed as the barman gratefully sank his length into Jess’s slick snatch. Their mutual sighs of relief made Mrs Peters issue a sharp sneering laugh, ‘So young and so desperate.’
Picking up the brush, the manageress began to stroke the cream bristles back over Jess’s tormented nipples, as Lee heaved against her, slapping his backside and balls against her in his urgency to come.
Jess screamed out her climax, her body rocking in shocked pent up pleasure.
As Jess slumped against the barman, Mrs Peters dropped the brush to the floor. ‘You see, Miss Sanders, some things are so much better if they are promised, but withheld for a while. If you are made to wait, you appreciate things all the more. Don’t you think?’
‘Yes, Mrs Peters.’ Jess spoke automatically through breathless lips. There really wasn’t anything else she could say…
Buy Links
You can buy all 3 novels in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy as a boxed set-
OR
you can buy each book individually as either an e-book or paperback…the choice is all yours… all the links can be found here –
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Happy reading,
Kay xxx
March 3, 2016
KJB’s Tip Time: Be Spontaneous
This weekend why not “take” your partner by surprise- and when I say take I mean “ravage,” “sex-up,” “devour”….
Surprise your lover when he or she is doing something completely unrelated to sex – somewhere other than the bedroom.
Approach them partner from behind, grab hold and spin him or her around, kiss passionately, and let instinct take over. There’s nothing sexier than spontaneous sex. Let him know how irresistible he is when he’s folding that laundry or how sexy she is when she’s washing the dishes.
Make him feel even more manly when he’s hammering away in the garage, or sweep her off her feet when she’s sweeping the leaves from the porch. You get the picture…ENJOY!
Have a good weekend,
Kay xx
(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Be aware of allergies, personal limits, and your health at all times. I want you to have a fun weekend, not a trip to A&E. xx)
February 28, 2016
The Collared Collection Goes On Tour!
From 29th February until 4th March The Collard Collection is on tour!!
Celebrating the joint re-publication of Kd Grace’s novel, The Pet Shop, and my novel, The Voyeur, within The Collared Collection boxed set, this tour will give you an insight into our writing, our inspiration, and share an extract or two from our work. There will also be a chance to win a copy of The Collared Collection.
You will be able to find us on the following sites over the next 5 days!
29th February
http://onceuponanalpha.com/
1st March
http://fdotleonora.com/
2nd March
http://muffywilson.blogspot.com/
3rd March
http://romanticfanaticblog.com/
4th March
http://6feetunderbooks.blogspot.com/
Blurb
In The Pet Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James’s boss sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it’s extremely addicting. Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who looks like Tino, but couldn’t be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.
In The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff – his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper. Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge’s gentleman’s club, Anya’s previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark? In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.
You can buy The Collared Collection NOW via this link –
Buy links – http://mybook.to/collaredcollection
We look forward to seeing you on our tour!!
Kay and Kd xxx
February 26, 2016
Why I Write Erotica by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Today I am delighted to welcome Emmanuelle de Maupassant to my blog to discuss a question which, I imagine, is one we all get asked on a regular basis- Why do you write erotica and not something ‘proper’? (seethe…)
Over to you Emmanuelle…
Why I write erotica
I want. I want. I want so many things.
I want to explore what might be or might have been.
I want to rewrite the past and create whatever future I choose.
I want to reshape ‘the truth’, to view the world from inside other skins.
As Sylvia Plath said: ‘I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.’
Like many writers (I suspect), I have a laptop stuffed with snatches of writing and story outlines, ideas I’ve been exploring, thoughts I’ve spilled out, tens of thousands of words as yet unseen. Some of my most brutal writing is there: my resentments; the pain scraped from my bones and the pit of my belly; desire pushed from the slow ache of my cunt.
When you start writing from that deep place it changes you; all the creatures you’ve kept hidden in dark corners come creeping out.
It’s damn liberating!
When I write, I don’t need to hold back. The greatest challenge is only that I be honest with myself, writing what I want to rather than what someone else might think I should be writing. I’m often asked why I don’t write a ‘real’ book (in other words, one that doesn’t include sex).
Bizarrely, exploring sexuality and desire on the page isn’t celebrated in the same way as the exploration of other human themes, such as grief or unrequited love. No matter that literature exploring sexuality often does so in the context of far wider human experience. Think of Jeanette Winterson and Fay Weldon; they cover it all. They aren’t looking to someone else for permission as to what they write. They just bloody well do it.
There are things that won’t let me rest, themes I keep returning to, unpicking the knots. For me, it’s the desire for freedom, to be less constrained by social conventions, to speak my mind, and to speak the truth of my body too.
Other authors’ works which draw me back time and again explore, overtly or covertly, the themes of madness and imprisonment: as in Sarah Waters’ Affinity, Fingersmith and Little Stranger, in Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and the novels of Wilkie Collins. What is it to be ‘mad’ and are our minds ever ‘free’? Angela Carter and Michel Faber, in their gorgeously rich prose, tackle these themes too.
In my case, this search for freedom finds expression in wanting what society tells me is ‘forbidden’, and that has led me towards the erotic genre.
When I began, I remember feeling as if I were hacking off the outer layers of myself.
It felt dangerous. I was standing on a cliff edge, and that sense of stepping off the precipice made me feel sick, but also elated. I felt alive. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to turn back, because how can you when you’ve tasted freedom?
You’re pulling the words from where they resist being found but if you lock them away, they’ll squash the life out of you.
Everything I write draws on something from within myself. Yes, it’s fiction, but the heart of the story always reveals my preoccupations. My fears prowl the pages, as well as my fantasies.
I want to explore the bittersweet; those things we rarely dare look at, things intense and wild and violent and unexplainable. On the page, I can play out anything my heart desires, explore anything, be anything.
Bio
Emmanuelle de Maupassant’s latest work is a collection of tales combining eroticism, bawdy humour and horror, inspired by Slavonic folk customs and superstitions (Cautionary Tales: Voices from the Edges). She is also the author of the Noire series, set in the late 19th century.
She lives with her husband (maker of tea and fruit cake) and her hairy pudding terrier (connoisseur of squeaky toys and bacon treats).
Her works are for sale from Amazon.
You can find her on Twitter and Facebook
https://twitter.com/EmmanuelledeM
https://www.facebook.com/erotiquemuse
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Many thanks, Emmanuelle, for such an excellent blog. I agree with everything you say. For me, the best thing about writing erotica is the freedom it gives. The ability to be whoever you want to be is truly addictive!
Happy reading,
Kay x
(All images are reproduced with kind permission of Alex, and comply with the common use license)
February 25, 2016
KJB’s Tip Time: A New Position
Has your sex life come down to the same old same old foreplay followed by the same sex position which is followed by…snoring?
If so it’s time to liven up your love life.
Grab a book- think Karma Sutra or the equivalent- or simply use that imagination, and then pick a night (or a few nights) and try as many of the positions as possible.
You may not like them all- and some may not even be possible- but chances are the two of you will laugh, have fun, and possibly find a new position that hits all the right places in all new ways. Let’s face it, sex is supposed to be fun!!
Have a great weekend,
Kay xx
(PS- Have fun- but remember to stay safe. Be aware of allergies, personal limits, and your health at all times. I want you to have a fun weekend, not a trip to A&E. xx)
February 23, 2016
My First Time: Lily Harlem
It’s time to delve into the writing past of another fantastic erotica author. Today I’m delighted to welcome the incredible Lily Harlem…
Can you remember writing the first story you actually wanted to write, rather than those you were forced to write at school? What was it about?
Yes, it was a children’s story about a magic balloon that when you held the string and made a wish it would whisk you off to wherever in the world you’d asked it to take you. I even illustrated it. Sadly it proved to be my first rejection letter – I was six years old!
What was your first official publication? Was that erotica?
Yes, it was erotica. Two pieces could be described as my first. One, Madam President, I wrote for a competition and was thrilled to win first place. This spurred me on, I’d found my genre, and I submitted story to Best Women’s Erotica 2010, Stable Manners, which Violet Blue picked up to be included in her anthology. I remember several months later seeing Violet on The Oprah Winfrey show discussing sexuality and the book even got a mention! I was beyond excited, you can imagine the squeals. You can read both of these short stories and more in my collection Stories for When the Sun Goes Down.
I had no idea I’d be an erotica writer- it just came from nowhere! Was writing erotica something you intended to do, or was it a bit of a shock?
It was a bit of a shock to be honest, but I’ve always felt that my competition win with Madam President led me down this path and so it was fate.
What affect did that have on your life?
I’d just given up a career in nursing which had been a hard thing to do, I adored working as a nurse in London but circumstances had changed. My husband suggested I attend a creative writing course as it was something I’d always expressed an interest in. I’m so glad I followed his suggestion as I now write full time, have over one million words published in nearly one hundred novels and short stories and a pile of 5* reviews. Being able to use my imagination to create characters and situations that readers enjoy is tremendously fulfilling, and it was doing something with meaning that I needed to regain after my nursing years came to an end.
Does your first published story reflect your current writing style?
Well it’s contemporary erotic romance so that has stuck. I dare say over the last 5 years my writing has matured though. The great thing about writing is that it’s a constant learning curve, sometimes I feel the more I know about it the more I realise I don’t know.
What are you working on at the moment?
I’ve got deadlines coming out of my ears at the moment. I seemed to have said YES to every editor and publisher that asked for something LOL. But that’s okay I’ll get my head down and get those stories written. Today I’m working on an MM, BDSM biker story and it’s just heating up!
Buy links to your first story and most recent story
Stories for When the Sun Goes Down – only 99c/99p!
Muscling In – latest ménage a trois release.
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 HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work 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!
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Many thanks for joining me today Lily!
Kay xx
February 19, 2016
Is John Your Type?
I was scrolling through Facebook a couple of days ago, and the subject of Book Boyfriends was being discussed on a number of streams. The happy chatter over who was the most ‘appealing’ fictional chap out there got me thinking- I wonder how many people would like John from Not Her Type as their book boyfriend?
I know that many of my readers have developed a soft spot for this mysterious bad boy- but does he ‘do it’ for you?
Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).
Blurb
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type…
Here’s an extract from the kinky MF world of Not Her Type, and my sexy delivery man…Is John your type?
Conveniently forgetting that she didn’t like the feel of stubble against her skin, Jenny relished the burn of his unshaven face grazing her, scraping her cheeks as their lips and teeth clashed together.
Her head buzzed, and her nipples were tickled by his chest hairs, and Jenny began to feel as if she were overdosing on desire. She badly wanted to slow everything down but, at the same time, she needed to go faster. She wasn’t far from climax, and the mere idea of their illicit situation was enough to send Jenny to the very edge of orgasm.
Recognizing how close she was, John shoved his customer’s knickers unceremoniously to her ankles. “I want to see you on your hands and knees,” he ordered.
Sinking against the carpet as instructed, Jenny’s breathing snagged as she heard the sharp rip of a condom packet being opened. Seconds later, Jenny found her courier’s thick cock sliding into her from behind. She was about to tell him how fantastically full she felt when John wiped all coherent thought from Jenny’s head by jamming his thumb up her arse.
Nuzzling his mouth against Jenny’s neck, John thrust against her, holding her hips as they frantically moved together. Trembling, Jenny’s knees began to buckle, and her elbows quaked. Seeing she was about to collapse to the floor, John eased out of her body, and flipped her onto her back, before plunging his dick inside her again. She clung onto his tattooed arms (ignoring her lifelong aversion to body art), relishing in the glorious warmth of her orgasm, as he shot his spunk into her naked body……. “How did I not see that coming? How bloody naïve have I become? Jenny wondered. Shit, I don’t even know if he’s single…It’s been so long since I had a quick fuck. Too long…Hell, now I want another one, and soon. Damn.”
Running upstairs to her bedroom, Jenny stripped off her hastily donned clothes and stared critically into the full-length mirror. “Do I look different? No, my arms are still a touch too flabby, my backside a little too big, and my skin too pale.”
She felt different though. A bit like the girl she used to be, when she’d been a student. When she’d been braver.
As Jenny carried on staring at her reflection, she allowed her hands to trace the outline of her body, a body that was already infused with the heady aftershocks of being totally seen to. Flashbacks of her past assailed her. Things she’d consigned to the back of her mind and nailed up into a little box, never to be opened again—parts of her life that she had long since given up on.
Losing all concept of time as she stood there, naked, still able to feel the mark of his fingers on her flesh, Jenny shook her head, trying to dismiss the memories that her body’s unscheduled reawakening had brought to the surface. She wondered just how many customers John had seduced with those dangerous eyes. How many other sets of fingertips had tripped lightly over the Japanese-styled characters tattooed on his muscular arms?
“Let’s face it,” she spoke sternly to her reflection, “that was just a one-off. Next week he’ll just want a quick coffee as usual.” Doing her best to pull herself together, Jenny unhooked her wrap from the back of her bedroom door. Heading to the shower, her wits were a tattered mass of contradictions—the elation she felt from the astounding sex was at odds with the very clear proclamation that was niggling at the back of her head. “Jenny honey, he just isn’t your type. He isn’t even close!”
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A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…
Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!
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Kay xxx
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