Lily Harlem's Blog, page 132
August 3, 2016
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
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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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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August 1, 2016
Czech Adventures!
Last week I left my desk behind and set off to Prague - gorgeous capital city of the Czech Republic - with some girlfriends for fun and frolics. I just know I'll be inspired to set a story here very soon, the atmosphere, the architecture and the people were stories/plots/characters waiting to happen.
INXS - remember them? - were my first introduction to Prague back in the 80's so I was super keen to see how it compared to this moody video.
Main Square
I love the gothic steeples.
These guys were great and had quite a crowd!
Astronomical Clock. Beautiful. Apparantly the man who designed it (hundreds of years ago) impressed the local authorities so much that they cut off his tongue and gouged out his eyes so he couldn't build (or tell anyone how to) another one. Nice! He was obviously furious so climbed up the tower and hurled himself onto the clock mechanics. His body stopped it working and it took 100 years to be fixed. I guess he was ahead of his time.
Monument on the Charles Bridge.
View from the Charles Bridge - reminded me of Venice.
Entrance to Prague Castle - We climbed 260 spiral steps to the top to enjoy the views...
After a couple of days the busy city was making me a little stir crazy (I'm a country girl at heart) so we hired bikes and cycled 40k out of town to Karlstejn Castle. It was completely magical when we arrived but the journey there was equally so. I particularly liked these little 'summer houses'. When the country was communist, citizens were either allowed a car OR a second home. Second homes, despite building materials being in short supply, were very popular as they offered privacy from stewards (locals who would report people to the authorities for listening to the 'wrong' music or having the 'wrong' attitude toward their family) and the chance to grow their own food. They're very sweet, these houses, and actually quite expensive now.
View from the summer houses - this pretty, lazy river. And proof I was on a bike LOL
A refreshing glass of Kofola (see how they cleverly got around the copyright!). Cola was banned under the communist regime so a pharmaceutical company came up with this. It tastes like coke but with a healthy sprinkle of herbs. I really liked it, very refreshing. It's still incredibly popular with the Czech population.
Not a summer house, but a gorgeous chateau I could easily live in!
Our destination! Karlstejn Castle. Another endless set of steps to the top, but well worth it.
Original castle door.
Trip back to Prague with a stop off at the Ice Bar for a vodka cocktail!
Frozen wall decorations.
Then lazy jazz in the Square before heading to the airport. I'm already planning a trip back!
Thanks for reading, and if you've visited Prague do let me know your highlights.
Lily x
PS. Just to prove I'm totally inspired by beautiful cities, check out One Night in Cape Town, a story I was compelled to write after my trip to South Africa.
SHARED and SHARED TOO - OUT NOW
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.
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Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.
But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity.
I soon realized the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking, but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.
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July 31, 2016
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog! This week a snippet from SHARED my menage a trois novel that hits the shelves tomorrow!
“So I wait all day,” I said with a smile. “And you both appear at the same time.” I looked up from my painting of the bay, which was more or less complete. “Yeah, like buses,” Liam said, striding across the living room and lifting me to my feet. “Two come along at once.” He bent his head and kissed me soft and gentle. My knees weakened and I leaned into his granite body, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and molded to him as he held me up. “I think in this house it’s more like three come at once,” Quinn said in his most drawling, sexy voice. He tossed his jacket over the back of the sofa and walked over to Liam and me. Liam pulled his mouth from mine and I felt Quinn cup my cheek. “Hey,” he said. His black eyes flashed and a muscle flexed in his cheek. “You had a good day?” I nodded and reached for a kiss. As Liam held me tight, Quinn delved deep into my mouth. Our tongues began a wild dance and I slipped one hand from Liam to wind around Quinn’s waist. His kiss was tighter, harder, there was something wilder about it than Liam’s but I adored both sensations and being able to swap from one to the other was idyllic. “I’ve missed you this afternoon,” Liam said, brushing my hair aside and stooping to kiss my neck. “Been thinking of your body,” he said onto my skin. “Been remembering that adorable little shout you do just before you come, it makes me hard, so hard.” I splayed my fingers and pressed against the back of his neck, urging on his kissing and his talking. His words were like syrup running into my veins and pooling sweetly between my legs. How these guys could get me so turned-on so quickly was amazing. I guessed it was one of the benefits of having two lovers. “I want to hear it again,” Liam said into my ear. “I want to hear it shouted out, loud and wild...” he paused, “around my cock.” A whimper of desire escaped my lips, which Quinn caught in his mouth. Liam pressed his body closer and his erection shoved against my stomach. He was right, he was hard from thinking about my little shout of ecstasy. Quinn snaked his hand up my top, delved inside my bra and tweaked my nipple. “Do you want that, Ariane?” he asked in a gravelly voice, palming the underside of my breast. His breath was heated and coming faster by the second. “Do you want to suck Liam’s cock while I make you come? Would that thrill you, would it make you feel adored and cherished?” Did I want it? Hell yes! I nodded and pulled both men closer still. “Yes,” I said, catching in a breath as Quinn pulled my other nipple to the point of pain. “Yes, please.” I could barely fathom what I was agreeing to, how the logistics would work, but it sounded like enormous fun for all of us, and it had been a long, quiet afternoon alone with my thoughts. “Then strip,” Quinn said, pulling back with a decidedly predatory look in his eye. “Quickly.” He began to undo his trousers. Liam didn’t let me go. He plucked at my jeans and helped me shove them off along with my thong, then curled his fingers under my t-shirt and teased it over my head. He unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms. “You get more beautiful every time I see you,” he murmured, scanning the entire length of my body in an indulgent, lazy way. My skin pricked deliciously at his appreciative gaze. “Do you think anyone can see us?” I asked, glancing at the open door leading to the balcony. There wasn’t much other than the mirror-still sea and white-blue sky to look at. But there was a distant path running around the breakwater in the distance. “If they can they’re in for a treat,” Quinn said peeling off his shirt to reveal his mouthwatering chest. “That path must be nearly a mile away.” “Don’t worry, Ariane,” Liam said. “We’re looking after you, remember. No one will see.” Quinn came up behind me, wrapped his fingers over my bare hips and urged me toward the sofa. “Bend over,” he said by my ear as my knees touched the coolness of leather. “Get up on the cushions and bend over so I can take your hot little pussy from behind.” Liam moved around the back of the sofa and as I climbed on and curled my fingers over the backrest I realized I was perfect height for his groin. What they were intending to do suddenly became clear. My heart fluttered and a shiver of excitement tickled through my pelvis. They were going to fuck me in front and behind. “I love the shape of your lips,” Liam said, brushing a thumb over my mouth as his other hand fiddled with his jeans. “Mmm,” said Quinn, running his fingers up the inside of my thighs and urging them apart. “Me too.” I arched my back as his fingers slid into the soft folds of my pussy lips. He spread my natural lube, delving into every crease and crevice, leaving no patch of delicate flesh untouched. My clit swelled with need, I could almost feel it throbbing, aching for Quinn to rub me hard and fast the way he was so good at. I closed my eyes and pushed back onto him, wanting more. “Here you are, baby,” Liam said. “Open up.” I opened my eyes and looked at Liam’s offered cock. The deep red shaft lay cupped in his palm as his thumb raked back and forth over the long slit. The head was shiny with moisture, sparkling temptingly only an inch away. My mouth watered, I licked my lips. I was desperate to get him in my mouth, get him in so deep, my nose buried in his thatch of golden pubes and his slit rubbing against my throat. He pressed forward and as the musky taste of him touched my lips I felt Quinn’s cock prodding.
“You ready?” Liam asked as his other hand cupped my chin and squeezed either side of my mouth. “You ready to take us both?”
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July 29, 2016
Sexy on the Run with Lily Harlem ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #erotic #threesome #romance
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday - this week I have 2 new menage a trois novels that you can hit pre-order on right now!
But first... a snippet to whet your appetite...
Suddenly I was there. I exploded and shouted out his name. My body jerked and my spine arched. Quinn wrapped his free hand around my shoulders, held me tight as he continued to drive into me, eking out every last tremor of my glorious release. I felt another surge of wetness as my internal muscles pumped around his wickedly expert hand, and then I was panting, desperate for air and looking up at his face silhouetted by the bright ceiling light. He was staring at me, not smiling, just wide-eyed. “Stunning,” he said. “You’re so responsive, so reactive, I can hardly believe it.” “It’s been quite a while,” I confessed, dragging in lungfuls of oxygen and becoming aware once more of my surroundings. The marble really was hard and very cold on my naked behind. Suddenly another deep, male voice ricocheted around the kitchen and invaded our private moment. “I’m glad you two are getting on so well.” I looked around Quinn’s shoulder at the kitchen doorway. Liam stood, arms folded, feet apart, as he surveyed us draped over the marble island he’d designed. “Hey,” Quinn said, turning but making no move to take his fingers from inside me. My heart leapt and I pushed frantically against him. Prickles of mortification swept through the very core of my being as I squirmed and finally rid myself of his invasion. I slid ungracefully from the island and tugged up my jeans. I heard a whimper of embarrassment escape my lips, squeezed shut my eyes and prepared to take flight. “Hey,” Quinn said, reaching for me. “Ariane.” “No.” I shrugged him off and sidestepped. But it was no good. He was too strong and too quick. He scooped me against his chest and bent his head to my ear. “Ariane,” he said again, curling his arms around me in a vise-like grip. “It’s okay, really.” “I have to go.” I twisted away from where Liam stood. My heart was threatening to burst right out of my chest. He would think I was a tart, a whore, a slut. I’d been giving off serious signals of interest to him only hours ago and now he’d come out of his office to discover me sprawled wantonly over his breakfast counter being hand-fucked by his flatmate. “I can’t stay, not now, please, let me go. I have to go.” I pushed against Quinn with all my strength and shoved backward, but something caught me. Not something, someone. Liam. Suddenly I was trapped between two rock-hard chests and surrounded by four determined arms. “Don’t go,” Liam said into my ear. “I’m not mad at you.” He spoke with such softness that instantly my eyes filled with emotion. “I want you to stay.” “We want you to stay,” Quinn added.
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.
Amazon
Amazon UK
Free on Kindle Unlimited!
Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.
But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity.
I soon realized the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking, but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.
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Free on Kindle Unlimited!
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July 28, 2016
July 27, 2016
SHARED and SHARED TOO pre-order today! 99c/99p #erotic #threesome #romance by Lily Harlem
Due out on the 1st of August, my popular menage a trois novels SHARED and SHARED TOO, fresh with new covers and sure to hit the spot!*previously published with different covers, content remains the same*
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.
Amazon
Amazon UK
Free on Kindle Unlimited!
Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.
But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity.
I soon realized the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking, but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.
Amazon
Amazon UK
Free on Kindle Unlimited!
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.
Amazon
Amazon UK
Free on Kindle Unlimited!
Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.
But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity.
I soon realized the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking, but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.
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Menage a trois THE SILK TIE #erotic #romance from Lily Harlem #AmazonAudible @8BritBabes
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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?
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SUNDAY SNOG
Welcome to Sunday Snog - here's a seriously hot excerpt from my new novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. Much to Ashley's delight, Shane is up for acting out one of the sex scenes in her favourite novel, and he's not missing out any detail, no matter how frustrating it is for her!
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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.**
Maybe I should have chosen a less dangerous scene. The one from The Millionaire’s Bride would have been less wild and not at all kinky. But Shane hadn’t read that one, he’d read, and enjoyed, Stolen and Seduced. Clearly fate had brought that scenario upon us and now there was nothing to do but enjoy. Hastily, I brushed my teeth, staring all the time at my reflection. Once again there was something different about me, not just my rosy cheeks and windblown hair, but a hunger in my eyes, a longing, and a need that demanded to be satisfied buzzed between my legs and made my breasts heavy. Sex and getting naked with Shane was all I could think of. I finished freshening up and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was in complete darkness. It was so black that when I clicked the bathroom light off I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. Taking a tentative step onto the carpet, my heart thudded. I struggled to catch my breath. The thrill of handing over this fantasy to Shane was off-the-Richter-scale sexy. When will he grab me? Will he be gentle and sweet or will he launch into the rough-and-tough role of Hest? Walking farther into the room, slowly and hesitantly, I waited either to be captured or to bump my shins into furniture. I reached for something to feel my way around and blinked in the velvety blackness. Suddenly a big palm clamped over my mouth and my head was pulled back into the solid muscle of a shoulder. I yelped in shock but the sound was muffled. “Keep quiet, Miss Winters, if you value your life!” Something with an unnervingly metallic coolness pressed against my jugular, it slipped downward then around my neck, leaving a sharp trail of sensation. My whole body froze, except for my heart rate, which rocketed. Surely Shane wouldn’t use a knife for our game? It was what Hest had used but… He must have sensed my real fear, for the sharpness lifted and I heard a double click. The “weapon” was a ball-point pen. Phew! The pen was back at my neck and his hot mouth by my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. It was easy to imagine in the darkness that it was Hest with a razor-sharp knife holding me tight. “You’ve teased me for too long, Eliza. Made me want you until I was crazy with it and then you tossed me away. Do you really think you can do that with a man like me? Do you? Really?” He moved his hand from my mouth and I slipped happily into role. “Hest, get off me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I started to spin away but he clasped me to his body. His erection prodded at the small of my back and his arm became a tight band of granite around me. The pen flattened widthways over the lump in my throat. “Oh, no, you don’t, I have plans for you. Plans to make you mine, forever.” My excitement threatened to bubble over and my knees turned jelly-like. He even sounded like Hest and I swear his words were exactly the same as the book. Did he have a photographic memory or something? “You can’t do this, my father will be out searching for me, no expense will be spared. Hotel security will see us.” He laughed and lifted me as though I was no weight at all. As my feet left the floor, he began to stride forward, all the time speaking huskily into my ear. “No one will find you, Eliza, I’ve made sure we won’t be seen, and besides, who would expect you to be held in the very place you were taken from? What kind of gangster would stay at The Plaza?” I wriggled within his grip the way Eliza did in the story. Writhing and flailing. Fighting to be free. But it was no good, his hold was strong and firm and the more I tried to escape the tighter he held me. The pleasure of him increasing his grip urged me on with my squirming. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he dropped me backward, fast. Luckily, I landed on the bed. Air whooshed from my lungs and immediately I scrabbled to the opposite side, enjoying the chase but knowing I wouldn’t get away. And, of course, not wanting to get away. “Oh, no, you don’t.” His full weight was over me, his hands roaming fast and wild, pulling and dragging at my clothes. “You can’t escape, and soon you won’t want to. Soon you’ll come to realize only I can give you what you need, Eliza, and you’ll admit it’s me that you love, only me, for all of time.” Oh my, that was a bit too close to the truth. If I had to say those words, the lines between role-play and reality would blur. What if Shane was the man I was falling in love with for the first time? What if it was only going to be him for all eternity? I didn’t dwell on a truth that would overwhelm me if I admitted it. Instead I struggled and twisted as he tugged my sweater over my head and released my bra. Cool air breezed over my breasts, spiking my nipples so that they caught on the woolen material of his clothes as he pinned me down. There was a soft whump as my sweater landed on the floor. As we pushed and shoved at each other, our breaths quickened—mine rapid with excitement and exertion. Having him overpower me, physically dominate me so completely was thrilling and sexy. All of Eliza’s thoughts and emotions tumbled with my own. In a swift movement my arms were raised above my head. I knew what was coming but still it was a shock when something soft roped around them and snapped taut. “Hest,” I called, yanking at my shoulders. “What the—” He silenced me with a kiss. A hot, hard, open-mouthed kiss that had me panting for breath. His lips were savage, he was as hungry for me as I was for him. His tongue plundered into my mouth, stealing every part of me and making me forget my own damn name. It was so different from his earlier reverent, careful kisses. I loved it. “Keep quiet,” he snarled into my ear as he nibbled and licked across my cheek and on to my neck. “Keep quiet or I’ll gag you.” I closed my mouth, stared into the darkness at where I knew he was and became totally still. “You know what I am going to do, don’t you, Eliza?” “Please, no, let me go.” He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way. “Oh, but you don’t really mean that, do you?” “Yes, yes I do, let me go. Please, I want to go home.” He was silent for a long moment then whispered softly in my ear, “Do you need to say any words, honey?” What? Does he think I am not having the time of my life? No way am I about to utter bloody Paddington Bear. “No, no. Hest, just let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell my father about this. I promise.” His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke again, back in character. “Hah, I’m not scared of your father, and I’m not about to give up on you either, my love. I will tease you the way you have me, show you what you can have and then take it away.” He rose up and dragged at my jeans and knickers. I arched my spine and stiffened my legs, not wanting to make his job of removing my socks and fixing my ankles to the bedposts any easier. But my struggle was futile and even in the blackness he attached me quickly and efficiently. Tight material wound around my lower legs. It was impossible to tug them free or close them even a little. My pussy was exposed and vulnerable, just as Eliza’s had been. My arms were stretched high and taut, my back arched. An image of what I looked like filled my mind’s eye—naked and bound to a four-poster bed, my hair wild and messed up and my breasts heaving with each frantic breath. Thank goodness the lights were off. I must look such a sight. Shane’s weight left the bed.Brightness flooded the room. Blinking rapidly, I gasped. There was no hiding now. I looked down and spotted my stockings holding my ankles firm. Glancing up, I saw my new scarf wrapped tight around my wrists. Shane stood at my side, half silhouetted by the light of the bedside lamp. He was still fully dressed. His hair was mussed and his chest rose quickly as he caught his breath. His gaze roamed my bound, exposed body as if he were a starving man looking at his favorite dinner. If I could have moved I would have squirmed. “Ah, my lovely Eliza, now you can have nothing unless I want you to have it.” He dragged his sweater over his head in a quick, smooth movement. “You’re mine to do with as I wish, and, sweetheart, I have lots I want to do with you.” He bent and latched his hot mouth over my right nipple. I pulled at my restraints as he nibbled gently and swirled his tongue deliciously. This was exactly what it must have been like for Eliza, there was no control. Hest decided the next thing to do to her. The helplessness, the vulnerability, it was so huge, so trusting—but because I did trust Shane it was also laced with a wonderful sweet security. He’d only made me feel good and I trusted him to continue making me feel that way. “Please no,” I murmured. “Hest, don’t do this to me, to us. It’s futile.” He ignored me as he explored my body with his fingertips, feeling right up to my poor trapped wrists, down the inside of my arms, my underarm and to the outer edge of my breasts. It tickled and I shivered at the light caress. Then he touched both my nipples. Tugged, pinched, rolled and tweaked until I writhed with pleasure and gasped for more. He kissed lower, leaving my breasts wet and cooling and my nipples sharp points of bliss. When I realized what treat was coming my spine bowed like a lusty feline. But of course I wasn’t coming. Hest hadn’t let Eliza climax, even though she’d cried out in desperation. Begged in all manner of ways. That was what was really waiting for me. A ride almost to heaven. Shane didn’t need to spread my legs, they were already wide open. He swiftly settled between my thighs, parted my labia with his tongue and began to devour me as though my drenched pussy was the elixir of life itself. “Eliza, you’re so damn ready for me,” he grunted, snuffling in deeper. I bucked toward his face and cried out as he sucked my clit. Wet lapping sounds filled the room along with his groans of approval and my gasps of delight. He added his fingers to his tongue’s ministrations and entered me high and fast. “Oh god, Hest, please,” I groaned, thrashing my head on the pillow and clamping my pussy around him. Nothing existed except the pleasure of being eaten out, worshipped, catapulted toward an almighty orgasm. I was almost there. My climax was a spring wound as tight as it could go. I was about to find my release—spectacularly. Tearing open my eyes, I looked at his dark curls bobbing over my pussy and the tip of his nose buried in my pubic hair. “Don’t, don’t stop.”He lifted his head.Instantly, I realized my mistake and groaned in desperate disappointment. He wiped his forearm over his shiny mouth and glared down at me.“You gonna admit you love me?” he growled.“No, no, I can’t because it’s not true, but oh, please, let me, let me come.” “Tell me you love me.” He pitched forward and dropped his elbows on either side of my head. His breath smelled of my pussy. “Say you love me, Eliza, and I will make you the happiest, most satisfied woman in the entire world. Say you’ll be mine for all of time.” Twisting away, I whimpered in frustration. I’d been so near to orgasm. How could he? Okay, we were playing a game, but seriously?
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