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August 12, 2016
Here Comes Sexy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS154
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week were chatting about Here Comes Sexy which is perfect for my novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. Here's a snippet when Ashley is on the dance floor and the hot guy she's been lusting after suddenly appears at her side.
I stood, arms at my sides, as a rush of joy washed through me. Shane was still at the party and not only that, he was looking at me with the same dark twinkle in his eye he’d had earlier. “Come here, lady in red,” he said, reaching for me with both hands. I stifled a gasp as he confidently wrapped one arm around my waist and caught my hand in his. He pulled our knotted fingers against his chest and tugged me close. My breasts pressed against our joined hands, the exposed flesh peeping over my dress just touching the back of his knuckles and the fold of my own thumb. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, coated it in a damp sheen, and kept his hand exactly where it was. Reaching up, I rested my palm over his shoulder and felt the hardness of taut muscle beneath his shirt, lean and strong, firm and toned. He set up a gentle sway to the music and I followed his lead, absorbing his body heat. “I thought you’d gone,” I said. “I had to make a call. My sister was driving back from Scotland after visiting a friend. I wanted to make sure she’d made it okay through the snow.” “And did she?” “Yeah, she’s home safe and sound.” His mouth broke into a smile and small creases darted toward his temples. “Sipping cocoa with the cat curled up on her lap.” “Good, I’m glad,” I said, mesmerized by his handsome face. He slid his hand up my back and ducked his head to my ear. I breathed in deep as the skin on his jawline came close to my face. He smelled divine, a “fresh from the shower scent” that reminded me of open water and clean air. “Just as well,” he murmured. “I’ve just looked outside. We’re well and truly snowed in here, not much I could have done to help her if she’d got stuck somewhere.” “We are?” I asked. “Snowed in?” “Oh, yes. We’re trapped, no one is going anywhere, in or out of this place.” As he spoke, his hot breath washed over my neck and generated a tickle over my scalp. I’d never experienced a feeling like it before. It was pleasurable. It was exciting. It was sexy as hell. “At least it’s nice and warm in the hotel and there’s plenty of food and drink,” I managed. He pulled back and grinned. “Yeah, but if this ancient heating system breaks down we may have to get inventive with ways to keep warm.” I looked into his eyes. They held a cheeky glint and one side of his mouth twitched, creating a tiny dimple in his right cheek. “What do you suggest?” I asked. “Well.” He tipped his head to the side and narrowed his eyes as if contemplating options. “We could always just drag extra blankets on to the beds, make hot water bottles and drink tea or, and this is probably more advisable, we could share body heat, generate our own warmth. I hear it can save your life to get close and cozy with someone on a cold winter’s night.” “Close and cozy,” I repeated in a whisper, hardly daring to acknowledge in my mind what he was suggesting. “Mmm.” His face was so near to mine, hovering just a hair’s breadth away. “Close and cozy and…naked.”
Back Cover Information
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.
Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.
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August 11, 2016
Olympic Fever!
Are all those sexy Olympic athletes getting you hot and bothered? If so check out RAW TALENT a selection of seriously hot sports-themed erotic romance by myself and my great friend Lucy Felthouse.
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August 10, 2016
Dangerous to Know - Coming Soon
*please note, previously published with different cover art*
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For too many years I’ve hidden a sinful, erotic craving in the darkest corner of my soul. Within this deeply buried sliver, shameful fantasies rule and images—seedy, degrading, filthy images—burn through the dark of night and hold my dreams hostage.
Luckily, the center of my whore obsession is keen to play my slutty game. I know nothing about him, other than his taste, touch and smell, but that’s how I want it, because of one thing I’m certain—this man is dangerous to know. But despite the risks, in the very heart of New York, in open view, I’ll tempt him with my wares, show him my skills and prove I’m up for the job.
Dangerous to know ISN'T romantic, it's pure erotica and downright filthy - you have been warned!
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Going Back in Time
Mr H and I decided to take a trip to Stonehenge at the weekend, it's only a few hours from us and having never visited we felt it was time - after all, some people travel for many hours to see the ancient stones.
The weather was grey and threatening rain when we arrived and the queue to get into the visitor centre and catch the bus to the monument was endless - not least because we hadn't bothered to pre-book. It's also quite a few ££££ to get a ticket.
But not put off we decided to walk to the stones rather than pay for the bus ride. This meant we would be a few feet further back from other people looking at the stones but only by ten meters or so and no one is allowed to touch them anyway so we figured it would be okay.
And it was more than okay, I'm SO glad we walked, it meant we got to see the cursus along the way.
Cursus are mounds set in the fields, it's thought they were to track processions to Stonehenge or maybe even the sun. And talking of the sun, the rain clouds shifted and blue sky arrived - quite a relief as we didn't have jackets!
It takes about thirty minutes over fields to get to the monument and it's a very scenic and peaceful route.
When Stonehenge comes into view on the horizon it really is majestic and having walked the route its creators used - rather than getting the bus - I was all the more in awe of it. By timing it right I took these shots without any other tourists in frame.
After a few minutes admiring we retraced our steps back to the main visitor centre. Here there are Neolithic dwellings re-created and a museum.
We hung around for a while, enjoyed coffee and cake, then hit the road back to Wales again, which also happens to be where the stones came from several thousand years ago!
Want to know more about Stonehenge? Details here. Thank you for reading.
Lily x
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August 8, 2016
Special Guest - Thom Collins
What can you tell us about your book?
Closer by Morning is a contemporary thriller set in Durham, North East England, which is where I live. It’s a love story and a murder mystery featuring two very hot guys; a young lawyer and an American actor. It’s a fast paced and sexy book. I’m a huge fan of film noir and erotic thrillers like Basic Instinct and Body Heat, and I’ve tried to bring a flavour of those movies to the book with a MM twist.
What was the hardest thing about writing this book?
The hardest thing about writing any book is finishing it. It took 7 months to complete the first draft of Closer by Morning. Round about the middle of any project your initial enthusiasm can start to lag and it’s important to keep going. Whenever I’ve stumbled in the past it’s always because I started to write without a clear plan. The approach of seeing where the story takes you has never worked for me, it always leads to a dead end. So with this book, I had a well planned outline in place before I started. If you don’t make it to the end, all you’ll have to show for your effort is an unfinished novel.
Is this a standalone or a series book?
Closer by Morning is as standalone book. It was always intended to be and reaches a very definite and hopefully satisfying end. I love both standalones and series novels. Variety in everything, that’s what I’m all about. My next book will the first in a trilogy. I’ve already completed the first novel and have started writing the second. But what I will say about series books, I think each novel should work in it’s own right. I’m not keen on books that build towards a climax and instead of reaching it, they end on a massive cliff hanger, leaving everything unresolved. As a reader I find that massively frustrating. Personally I think a book should be reasonably self contained but leave something unresolved for the next novel. Chapters should end on big cliff hangers but not novels.
What books are you reading at present?
I’ve just started reading Stephen King’s IT which is a massive book. It’ll probably take me the rest of the summer to get through it’s 1350 pages. It’s epic. But as I said before, variety in all things. The book I read last was a short MM novella Enough For Him by Em Woods. I never like to read the same kind of books one after the other, but rather mix it up with romance, thrillers, horror, classics, erotica, biographies. Even when I read a series of books, I like to pick up something else in between each volume. I’ve got a massive pile of books on my to-read pile. This year is the 50thanniversary of Jacqueline Susann’s Valley of the Dolls, the original glamorous blockbuster, so I intend to reread that right after Stephen King.
Which famous person, living or dead would you like to meet and why?
I wish I’d met the late, great Jackie Collins. More than any other author she’s had the biggest influence on me. She did a signing a few years ago at bookstore near me and I’ll always regret not taking the time off work to go and met her. Her novels are just effortlessly enjoyable and she had an incredible work ethic. As soon as she finished writing a book, she would start work on the next. Following her diagnosis with cancer, she wrote another 5 books before her death.
What advice would you give to aspiring writings?
Find the story you want to write and do it. And once you get started, see it through to the end. Your first draft might be rough and require a lot of work, but at least it’s a complete thing. You can’t polish an unfinished book.
And don’t make excuses. Don’t have the time? Find it. I don’t write full time. I wrote Closer by Morning on my evenings and days off. Do whatever it takes to get the book done. Set yourself a realistic target and deadline too. If you write 3000 words a week, which isn’t that hard, 600 words a day for 5 days a week, you will have a 78,000 word book within 6 six months. Another 4 to 6 months for revisions and within a year you’ve written a book. It’s totally achievable, you just have to do it. Don’t procrastinate, get on with it.
Title: Closer by Morning Blurb: When Matt Blyth, a handsome young lawyer, joins an early morning boot camp, all he wants is to get in shape. His 30th birthday is approaching fast. He’s ready to throw away the past and embrace a new future. The last thing he expects is to fall in love … or become embroiled in murder.Dale Zachary, an American actor, is stuck firmly in the closet. He spent his 20’s playing good-looking jocks in a bunch of bad horror films and romantic comedies. But that boy next door act has a limited shelf life. Dale has landed the role of his career playing a sexy psychotic killer in a major British TV series. It’s a part that could make him a star. It’s no time to fall in love but when Dale meets Matt, the attraction is impossible to resist and they both fall hard.Someone is killing young men in the city. A killer like no other. The murders bear an uncanny resemblance to the script Dale is shooting. A devious mind is at work. As their relationship becomes more complex, Matt and Dale find the murders intruding further into their lives. The killer is closing in on his next target … it could be either one of them … or both. Buy Link(s): https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/closer-by-morning
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Author Bio: Thom Collins lives in Durham, North East England. He enjoys writing racy, romantic thrillers and creating strong, sexy characters. He is currently working on a new romantic trilogy. He lives with his husband and two cats. Blog: http://thomcollinsauthor.blogspot.co.uk/ Twitter: @thomwolf @realthomcollins
COMING SOON - Mattress Music (Rock Starz #1)
I'm delighted to announce that my Rock Starz series (three short stories) has been given a new lease of life with beautiful new covers. Due out on the 18th of August, MATTRESS MUSIC is the first story that tells the tale of a seriously hot guitarist and a girl who needs her sex life jazzing up!
Look out for MIRROR MUSIC and MENAGE A MUSIC, also coming soon from Evernight Publishing...
BACK COVER INFORMATION
Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days...she’s just having a hard time admitting it.
It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing.
When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music.
Excerpt
He leaned forward and kissed me again, but this time harder, as if he meant business and wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. He darted his tongue into my mouth and his chest pressed against mine. Scooping me into the crook of his arm, he dragged me into a lying position, then flopped on top of me. My head sank in the pillow. I felt the hardness in his jeans press onto my bare legs as his body stretched out over mine. “I think we should put some music on,” he whispered into my mouth. “To cover up the squeals of delight you’re gonna be making in a minute.”Utterly convinced of his plan, I muffled a giggle and smoothed my palms over the beautiful planes of his shoulders. “Okay, hit shuffle and see what comes on.”He jumped up, clicked on the iPod and then shoved off his jeans and boxers as he walked back to the bed.He dropped on top of me, gave a lopsided grin then set about kissing his way down my neck.“Oh God,” Ian groaned, flopping his forehead against my collarbone. “The words work but this guy’s sappy voice really gets on my nerves.” “I like James Blunt,” I said, reaching for a condom and thinking You’re Beautiful was a sweet choice of song after what he’d just said about me being perfect.“Let’s hit shuffle again,” he bargained. “Get something with a bit more pace, a bit more rhythm.”“Okay.” I shrugged.He jumped up again, flicked the iPod with a definite impatience to his movement and then was hovering back over me.I traced my finger over the tattoo on his inner arm. It was like Chinese writing or something, but more intricate, more curly and pretty. I liked it but it must have hurt like hell on that sensitive patch of flesh. “You’re not allowed to change the next one,” I said. “Whatever it is, it stays.” I was impatient to get down to business now.“Suits me,” he said as he ducked to suckle my nipple. I arched into him, delighting in the suction he was creating and the gentle nipping of his teeth. He really was getting it just right, just how I liked it.The iPod howled like a wolf. The eerie sound echoed around my four walls.I ran my hands through his hair and shut my eyes. Perhaps Thriller could be sexy and it was certainly sonically dense enough to mask our noise.His hands were wandering, sliding up my thighs toward the juncture of my legs. He ruffled through my tuft of coppery pubes and nudged my thighs apart with his knee.An annoying zombie with outstretched, dangling arms loomed toward me, face ashen, dirty fingernails bloody.Damn it!I wished I had earplugs. I wished my flatmates had earplugs so I had no need for cover-up music. It was messing with my mind and my body.“Where’s the condom?” Ian asked, sitting back on his heels, his breathing coming fast and hard. I stared at the neat row of bricked abs running down his stomach, visible now I was seeing him in daylight.“Here.” I opened the wrapper and passed it to him. The blood that had been rushing to my clit was running scared, beating away at a hundred miles an hour, being chased by the bass of the music. He rolled the condom down his impressive erection.I tried to suppress the image of creatures crawling from the mud in the graveyard, eyes wide and ratty black teeth grinning manically at me.Ian looked hungrily at my waiting body, swallowed hard and then lay back over me. His weight was delicious, just right, half supported on his elbows, half pressed onto me. I squirmed, dragged in a breath full of his divine scent—man and musk, a lazy morning body infused with testosterone and coffee. I spread my legs wider. He kissed me again as he slid expertly into my hot flesh.I gasped. His cock was long and thick and so hard it was like steel. He tunneled to the hilt on that first push. I felt impaled, possessed by him—it was glorious. I gripped him with my vaginal muscles and he groaned appreciatively in my ear.The song blasted on. I could visualize the cheerleader with her frizzy hair, wide eyes and hands shaking at her screaming mouth.I broke the kiss and stared at the dusty floral lampshade to rid my mind of the doomed girl in the Thriller video.Ian thrust harder and began to rotate his pelvis against my clit. Any other situation, any other time, back in my old room, I’d have been clawing the ceiling, trembling with the imminent arrival of a fantastic climax. He palmed my right breast and nuzzled my neck. I tried to catch a spark as the song thumped out the chorus.“What’s up?” he asked, suddenly stilling all movements.“Nothing.”He muttered something and began to pull away. I saw a flash of disappointment cross his eyes.“It’s okay.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and clasped his taut biceps. “Carry on, you’re doing great.” I tried to reach for a kiss. He was a cute guy, even cuter in the light of day and I really hadn’t lived up to his expectations. It wasn’t his fault my mind was being overtaken by zombies.“Yeah, but you’re not.” He dodged my lips and slipped from me, swiveled to sit on the side of the bed and fisted his cock. His beautiful golden shoulders hunched and his head hung low. He was breathing hard.“Ian,” I said, laying my hand on his back, keen to make it up to him.“Don’t touch me.” He shivered, a trickle of spasms that seemed to rattle up his entire spinal column. “I can’t handle it. If you’re not into it, what’s the point?”“I am into it.”“No, you’re not. It’s obvious you’re trying to think of something else, anything except me.”“That’s not true.”“You’re staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed, groaning randomly, expecting me to believe you’re getting ready to climax.”“But—”“No buts.” He stood and turned to face me, his engorged erection jutted forward, the swollen head an angry burgundy. It looked painful. “Get dressed.” He snapped off the condom and aimed it at the bin. “We’re going out.”“But—”“No buts. I don’t give a damn what else you had planned for today.” His eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “Cancel it.”
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Look out for MIRROR MUSIC and MENAGE A MUSIC, also coming soon from Evernight Publishing...
BACK COVER INFORMATION
Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days...she’s just having a hard time admitting it.
It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing.
When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music.
Excerpt
He leaned forward and kissed me again, but this time harder, as if he meant business and wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. He darted his tongue into my mouth and his chest pressed against mine. Scooping me into the crook of his arm, he dragged me into a lying position, then flopped on top of me. My head sank in the pillow. I felt the hardness in his jeans press onto my bare legs as his body stretched out over mine. “I think we should put some music on,” he whispered into my mouth. “To cover up the squeals of delight you’re gonna be making in a minute.”Utterly convinced of his plan, I muffled a giggle and smoothed my palms over the beautiful planes of his shoulders. “Okay, hit shuffle and see what comes on.”He jumped up, clicked on the iPod and then shoved off his jeans and boxers as he walked back to the bed.He dropped on top of me, gave a lopsided grin then set about kissing his way down my neck.“Oh God,” Ian groaned, flopping his forehead against my collarbone. “The words work but this guy’s sappy voice really gets on my nerves.” “I like James Blunt,” I said, reaching for a condom and thinking You’re Beautiful was a sweet choice of song after what he’d just said about me being perfect.“Let’s hit shuffle again,” he bargained. “Get something with a bit more pace, a bit more rhythm.”“Okay.” I shrugged.He jumped up again, flicked the iPod with a definite impatience to his movement and then was hovering back over me.I traced my finger over the tattoo on his inner arm. It was like Chinese writing or something, but more intricate, more curly and pretty. I liked it but it must have hurt like hell on that sensitive patch of flesh. “You’re not allowed to change the next one,” I said. “Whatever it is, it stays.” I was impatient to get down to business now.“Suits me,” he said as he ducked to suckle my nipple. I arched into him, delighting in the suction he was creating and the gentle nipping of his teeth. He really was getting it just right, just how I liked it.The iPod howled like a wolf. The eerie sound echoed around my four walls.I ran my hands through his hair and shut my eyes. Perhaps Thriller could be sexy and it was certainly sonically dense enough to mask our noise.His hands were wandering, sliding up my thighs toward the juncture of my legs. He ruffled through my tuft of coppery pubes and nudged my thighs apart with his knee.An annoying zombie with outstretched, dangling arms loomed toward me, face ashen, dirty fingernails bloody.Damn it!I wished I had earplugs. I wished my flatmates had earplugs so I had no need for cover-up music. It was messing with my mind and my body.“Where’s the condom?” Ian asked, sitting back on his heels, his breathing coming fast and hard. I stared at the neat row of bricked abs running down his stomach, visible now I was seeing him in daylight.“Here.” I opened the wrapper and passed it to him. The blood that had been rushing to my clit was running scared, beating away at a hundred miles an hour, being chased by the bass of the music. He rolled the condom down his impressive erection.I tried to suppress the image of creatures crawling from the mud in the graveyard, eyes wide and ratty black teeth grinning manically at me.Ian looked hungrily at my waiting body, swallowed hard and then lay back over me. His weight was delicious, just right, half supported on his elbows, half pressed onto me. I squirmed, dragged in a breath full of his divine scent—man and musk, a lazy morning body infused with testosterone and coffee. I spread my legs wider. He kissed me again as he slid expertly into my hot flesh.I gasped. His cock was long and thick and so hard it was like steel. He tunneled to the hilt on that first push. I felt impaled, possessed by him—it was glorious. I gripped him with my vaginal muscles and he groaned appreciatively in my ear.The song blasted on. I could visualize the cheerleader with her frizzy hair, wide eyes and hands shaking at her screaming mouth.I broke the kiss and stared at the dusty floral lampshade to rid my mind of the doomed girl in the Thriller video.Ian thrust harder and began to rotate his pelvis against my clit. Any other situation, any other time, back in my old room, I’d have been clawing the ceiling, trembling with the imminent arrival of a fantastic climax. He palmed my right breast and nuzzled my neck. I tried to catch a spark as the song thumped out the chorus.“What’s up?” he asked, suddenly stilling all movements.“Nothing.”He muttered something and began to pull away. I saw a flash of disappointment cross his eyes.“It’s okay.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and clasped his taut biceps. “Carry on, you’re doing great.” I tried to reach for a kiss. He was a cute guy, even cuter in the light of day and I really hadn’t lived up to his expectations. It wasn’t his fault my mind was being overtaken by zombies.“Yeah, but you’re not.” He dodged my lips and slipped from me, swiveled to sit on the side of the bed and fisted his cock. His beautiful golden shoulders hunched and his head hung low. He was breathing hard.“Ian,” I said, laying my hand on his back, keen to make it up to him.“Don’t touch me.” He shivered, a trickle of spasms that seemed to rattle up his entire spinal column. “I can’t handle it. If you’re not into it, what’s the point?”“I am into it.”“No, you’re not. It’s obvious you’re trying to think of something else, anything except me.”“That’s not true.”“You’re staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed, groaning randomly, expecting me to believe you’re getting ready to climax.”“But—”“No buts.” He stood and turned to face me, his engorged erection jutted forward, the swollen head an angry burgundy. It looked painful. “Get dressed.” He snapped off the condom and aimed it at the bin. “We’re going out.”“But—”“No buts. I don’t give a damn what else you had planned for today.” His eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “Cancel it.”
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August 5, 2016
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a snippet from SHARED, my hot menage a trois story that has just been re-released with a sexy new cover! Grab it now at just 99c/99p!
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Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.
She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.
She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.
I squirmed as the need to feel him kissing me there became overwhelming. I jerked my shoulders and the headboard rattled. He let out a small chuckle. “Okay, you asked for it.” He moved down my body. I was very near the edge of the bed and as he settled between my legs, my left foot landed on the floor with a soft bang. “Good girl,” he said. “Nice and wide.” He pushed at my right leg so I was completely open. My bare pussy, I knew, would be shining with my lust for him, I could feel how wet I was, I could smell how turned-on I was. As I waited for the first touch, I arched my back, my stomach tensed and my breasts jiggled. And then very gently he blew on me. I moaned, a deep gurgling sound that came right up from my throat. “Quinn,” I groaned. “Please...” I needed so much more. And then the taut tip of his tongue was at the tight hole of my entrance. He circled and dipped, then worked his way up through all my folds until he reached my clit. He pressed his flattened tongue against my nub and I whimpered with delight at the delicious pressure. He began to swirl around, lapping at my juices. His chin, his nose, his lips were all on me. I pressed my face into my inner arm and tugged at my bottom lip. This was the first time Quinn had loved me with his mouth, it felt amazing but I was twitching for him to up the pace and treat me to an orgasm. His fingers joined in, he separated my folds and gently pushed back the hood of my clit. He spread my moisture around as his tongue circled and then I felt him penetrate me, first with one and then two long, beautiful fingers. I clasped him with my internal muscles. The soft pads of his fingers went straight to my G-spot with devastating accuracy. He built up a strong, steady pressure against the walls of my vagina. The glorious sensation spread around my pelvis and up to my chest. I groaned and, longing to put my hands on his head, rattled at my cuffs. His treatment of my special, internal place was so good, so exquisite. “Ah, don’t stop,” I begged, thrashing my head as his tongue thrashed my clit. “Quinn, it’s so near.” He stopped. I couldn’t believe it. He pulled out his fingers and lifted his tongue. “Turn over,” he said in a deep, stern voice. “Get your pretty little ass in the air for me.” I jerked my hips searching for his face and yanked at my cuffs, furious. I’d been ready to come, just about to explode, and it would have been delicious, my G-spot was in perfect tune with my clit, it would have been double the pleasure, double the intensity. “No,” I wailed like an aggrieved child. “Quinn, I was just about to, that’s cruel. Please.” “Turn the hell over.” He scooped me up and I yelped in surprise. The next thing I knew my wrists had crossed as my belly hit the mattress. My forehead sank into the pillow as he dragged me onto my knees. Again one leg, my right this time, slipped to the floor so I was half on, half off the bed with my behind in the air. “Do as I say, Ariane, remember this is me in charge and every time you don’t do as I say I will spank you all the harder.” I pushed to my elbows. The word spank had been used, again. My clit quivered, the exposed flesh on my behind tingled. Every time Quinn just uttered the word spank I got a thrill in a new, uncharted part of my being. I heard a rustle in the box as Quinn swept one hand over the orbs of my buttocks. “I love your ass,” he said in a tender voice. “So pale and creamy, so round and soft.” “And here was me thinking you were a tit man,” I said, with a healthy portion of irritation. “With you I’m both,” he said. And then it hit down. A whack from something hard and solid landed on my right butt cheek. I jerked forward and cried out, surprised by the sheer force. There was nothing gentle about the way Quinn had hit me, he’d put pure male strength behind it. Suddenly my whole buttock was ablaze, as though it had been pierced by a thousand needles, even the air in the room felt hot against it. Then he stroked over the seared skin and soothing noises escaped his lips. “So pretty,” he said. “You’re flushing pink already, I can’t wait to see you red, red and hot.” I let out a quiet moan. The pain was starting to ease. Another blow hit down. On my left buttock this time. I bit my lip, tears sprang in my eyes. But this time the pain, the burn, radiated outward and settled its intensity in my pussy. It was as though the heat, all those needles, were darting pleasure and stimulation to where I needed it most. I found myself squirming, wanting more. I groaned. Bemused at the conflict between my physical and sensual being. “You need to say anything?” Quinn asked from behind me. “You need to use any words, Ariane?” “No, no,” I said, shaking my head against the pillow. He slid his fingers down the crack of my butt cheeks and over my anus. I felt so hot, so wet, so supersensitive. He found my pussy and pushed in two fingers and began to fret at my G-spot again. I moaned and arched to his touch even as I was thinking I wouldn’t survive this. It was so concentrated, so intense. Another slap rained down. It definitely felt like wood hitting me, something round, like a table tennis paddle perhaps. And then the blows poured down fast and steady, alternating cheeks as Quinn’s wicked fingers pumped inside me. I was getting ready to climax, how could a spanking be bringing me so close to tumbling over the edge? My clit was humming but it didn’t need attention, I was going to come anyway. I could hear Quinn’s breaths harsh and ragged behind me. Each time a blow hit I could sense the change in air pressure just before the connection. “So red now,” he said hoarsely. “You’re so red, Ariane, not much more, not much more, come for me now, come.”
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Coming Soon - BAD IDEA
Due for release on 16th August, BAD IDEA, my super hot M/M BDSM bikers story!(Please note, BAD IDEA was previously published in the HIS RULES anthology.)
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Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening, obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and, most of all, wholly satisfied.
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August 3, 2016
The Fundamental Theory of Us By Alyse Raines
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Blurb:
Andrew Warren’s future was with the Marines, until an IED took his leg and derailed his career. Now he’s flunking Fundamentals, and he enlists the help of his fellow App State freshman and off-campus neighbor, Sawyer Layne. It’s not just the beautiful blonde’s looks that intrigue him, but the hurt in her eyes.
Sawyer spends her days surrounded by numbers and nights with a bottle of vodka to numb the darkness of her past. Guys like sexy, tattooed Andrew are exactly what Sawyer needs to avoid. Look but don’t touch—that’s the rule. If only his eyes weren’t so blue, and his abs not so chiseled….
When Sawyer resists his brand of charm, Andrew uses every devious tactic he knows to pull her from her shell. Falling in love was never part of the plan.
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Alyse Raines was born in Canada, and now lives in Los Angeles. She writes romance, and her obsessions include books, tea, sandals, turquoise jewelry, nail polish, and online shopping. Her debut NA contemporary romance THE FUNDAMENTAL THEORY OF US is out now from Evernight.
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Special Guest, Doris O'Conner
Thanks so much for having me on your blog, Lily with my new release Finally His, my May to December, Rubenesque, BDSM Office romance. This story started as a Friday Flash on my blog, and was one of those flashes that demanded to be written. You can find the original flash here.
I had such fun writing Richard and Jolie's story, and I hope readers will love these two as much as I do.
Blurb:
A nice hot, forbidden fling with her boss…what can possibly go wrong?
Jolie Pierson has lusted after her hot as hades boss forever, so when he finally takes notice of her, she can’t help but melt at his dominance. Besides, it would be rude to not give him a present on his birthday.
Richard Tomlin never dates the women at his office. However, when he realizes the sinfully curvy red head he’s been struggling to keep his hands off for ages is submissive…the gloves are off. This woman makes him forget all the rules and brings out his primitive instincts—to take, to devour, to mark her as his until everyone knows she belongs to him.
Jolie was ready to accept just one night of hot kinky sex, but when Richard pulls the boss card the very next morning, everything changes—she’s finally his.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, rimming
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18 +Excerpt:
“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.”He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him.“I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”“Oh.” Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her. To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.Mind made up he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.“Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”“Yes, Sir.”Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.“Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs. “Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.“Wider, girl, that’s it.”The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.“I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose. “Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.“So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”“God, yes, please, Sir.”She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.“Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.“Please, Sir, may I come?”
About Doris:Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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I had such fun writing Richard and Jolie's story, and I hope readers will love these two as much as I do.
Blurb:
A nice hot, forbidden fling with her boss…what can possibly go wrong?
Jolie Pierson has lusted after her hot as hades boss forever, so when he finally takes notice of her, she can’t help but melt at his dominance. Besides, it would be rude to not give him a present on his birthday.
Richard Tomlin never dates the women at his office. However, when he realizes the sinfully curvy red head he’s been struggling to keep his hands off for ages is submissive…the gloves are off. This woman makes him forget all the rules and brings out his primitive instincts—to take, to devour, to mark her as his until everyone knows she belongs to him.
Jolie was ready to accept just one night of hot kinky sex, but when Richard pulls the boss card the very next morning, everything changes—she’s finally his.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, rimming
Buy it from Amazon Amazon UK EvernightBookstrand ARe
18 +Excerpt:
“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.”He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him.“I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”“Oh.” Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her. To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.Mind made up he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.“Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”“Yes, Sir.”Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.“Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs. “Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.“Wider, girl, that’s it.”The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.“I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose. “Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.“So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”“God, yes, please, Sir.”She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.“Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.“Please, Sir, may I come?”
About Doris:Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places Website Reader Group Tumblr Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
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