Lily Harlem's Blog, page 134
July 14, 2016
Guest Post - Rose Wulf
Hello my lovelies! Thank you so much, Lily for having me today!
I’m here this time to talk about my brand new release, Sparks of Blue (Dark Light 2)! I am beyond excited for this particular book and I just know you’re going to love it!
Sparks of BlueDark Light seriesErotic paranormal romanceMF
Blurb:Nearly a century ago warrior angel Kai and Nephilim Belle were lovers. Then he broke her heart and never looked back.
Now Second in Command of the angel armada, Kai knew he was the obvious choice for this long-term mission. And his job was clear: keep Belle and her patient alive. But he wasn’t prepared for the resurgence of old memories and long-ignored feelings. He’ll have to face what he did a hundred years ago if he wants a chance to be back in Belle’s arms…but even then, angels are forbidden from laying with Nephilim. If they were caught, Belle would be executed.
Born a Nephilim, Belle was neither angel nor human. But she was a healer, and she was damned good at it. Her reputation got her noticed by the armada and eventually earned her the title of Master Healer. It also earned her a terrible assignment: save the life - and therefore the soul - of a cursed human...under the protection of her ex-lover. And it turns out the chemistry they'd once shared may have been buried, but it's a flame that could never burn out.
Excerpt: She shoved the frustration of the never-ending struggle to prove herself from her mind as she checked out, doing her best to ignore the obvious flirtation attempt from the man at the desk. He could hardly meet her gaze long enough to smile. But she didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of there. As soon as she was done she moved out of sight, heading for a couple of trees that would make disappearing a little easier. “You want me to smite him for you?” Kai’s question startled her, as did the sound of his voice coming from behind her, and Belle jumped. “Kai, you scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed as she turned to face him. His words hit her, then, and she couldn’t stop the tease. “Smite, really?” “Seemed appropriate,” Kai said by way of explanation as he stepped into her personal space. Before she could catch her breath at his nearness he’d slipped her bag from her shoulders with one hand and caught her hip with the other. “Stop taking risks,” he added, the order roughened by a distantly familiar thickness to his voice that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Before she could process what he was doing he’d tugged her up against his chest and caught her lips in a hard kiss. Belle moaned as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, demanding and teasing at the same time. He kissed her like a man starved, winding both arms around her as she kissed him back. Her skin burned beneath his heavy, heated touch and she threaded her fingers through his hair. It was thick and soft, exactly the way she remembered. He rolled his tongue over hers, stroking and sliding, reminding her body of exactly what he was capable of. Heat pooled low in her belly and she leaned into him instinctively. For a long, blissful moment it was as if nothing had ever changed between them. The past ninety-plus years never happened. They were just two people with a powerful attraction to each other. They’d never broken up. He hadn’t ripped her heart out and torn it to shreds with his cruel words. Except that he had. And that reminder was enough to dampen the flame he’d reignited in her blood. No matter how mindlessly good a kisser he was, no man was worth that. She had more self-respect than to throw herself at someone who could think so little of her. Belle pushed back, taking a full step away from him as she fought to catch her breath. Her body rallied against her, remembering all too well the pleasure he could bring, but she held strong. She just hoped he couldn't see the tears stinging her eyes.
Buy Links:Amazon – Evernight – Barnes & Noble – AllRomance – BookStrand – Kobo – Website
About Rose: Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies! Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
Where you can find Rose:Website / Blog / Twitter / Facebook / Amazon / Goodreads / Tsu / Triberr / Instagram
I’m here this time to talk about my brand new release, Sparks of Blue (Dark Light 2)! I am beyond excited for this particular book and I just know you’re going to love it!
Sparks of BlueDark Light seriesErotic paranormal romanceMF
Blurb:Nearly a century ago warrior angel Kai and Nephilim Belle were lovers. Then he broke her heart and never looked back.
Now Second in Command of the angel armada, Kai knew he was the obvious choice for this long-term mission. And his job was clear: keep Belle and her patient alive. But he wasn’t prepared for the resurgence of old memories and long-ignored feelings. He’ll have to face what he did a hundred years ago if he wants a chance to be back in Belle’s arms…but even then, angels are forbidden from laying with Nephilim. If they were caught, Belle would be executed.
Born a Nephilim, Belle was neither angel nor human. But she was a healer, and she was damned good at it. Her reputation got her noticed by the armada and eventually earned her the title of Master Healer. It also earned her a terrible assignment: save the life - and therefore the soul - of a cursed human...under the protection of her ex-lover. And it turns out the chemistry they'd once shared may have been buried, but it's a flame that could never burn out.
Excerpt: She shoved the frustration of the never-ending struggle to prove herself from her mind as she checked out, doing her best to ignore the obvious flirtation attempt from the man at the desk. He could hardly meet her gaze long enough to smile. But she didn’t care, she just wanted to get out of there. As soon as she was done she moved out of sight, heading for a couple of trees that would make disappearing a little easier. “You want me to smite him for you?” Kai’s question startled her, as did the sound of his voice coming from behind her, and Belle jumped. “Kai, you scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed as she turned to face him. His words hit her, then, and she couldn’t stop the tease. “Smite, really?” “Seemed appropriate,” Kai said by way of explanation as he stepped into her personal space. Before she could catch her breath at his nearness he’d slipped her bag from her shoulders with one hand and caught her hip with the other. “Stop taking risks,” he added, the order roughened by a distantly familiar thickness to his voice that sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Before she could process what he was doing he’d tugged her up against his chest and caught her lips in a hard kiss. Belle moaned as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, demanding and teasing at the same time. He kissed her like a man starved, winding both arms around her as she kissed him back. Her skin burned beneath his heavy, heated touch and she threaded her fingers through his hair. It was thick and soft, exactly the way she remembered. He rolled his tongue over hers, stroking and sliding, reminding her body of exactly what he was capable of. Heat pooled low in her belly and she leaned into him instinctively. For a long, blissful moment it was as if nothing had ever changed between them. The past ninety-plus years never happened. They were just two people with a powerful attraction to each other. They’d never broken up. He hadn’t ripped her heart out and torn it to shreds with his cruel words. Except that he had. And that reminder was enough to dampen the flame he’d reignited in her blood. No matter how mindlessly good a kisser he was, no man was worth that. She had more self-respect than to throw herself at someone who could think so little of her. Belle pushed back, taking a full step away from him as she fought to catch her breath. Her body rallied against her, remembering all too well the pleasure he could bring, but she held strong. She just hoped he couldn't see the tears stinging her eyes.
Buy Links:Amazon – Evernight – Barnes & Noble – AllRomance – BookStrand – Kobo – Website
About Rose: Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies! Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
Where you can find Rose:Website / Blog / Twitter / Facebook / Amazon / Goodreads / Tsu / Triberr / Instagram
July 12, 2016
Out Now! Illicit Relations – M/M Erotic Romance by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)
Illicit Relations, a M/M erotic romance by Lucy Felthouse, with coming out and almost-taboo themes, has been re-released with a stunning new cover and a lower price! Please note, however, if you’ve read it before, that the content hasn’t changed.
Blurb:Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.
But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.
Buy links:Amazon: http://mybook.to/illicitrelations All Romance eBooks: http://bit.ly/29L2JMc Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/29At2jv iBooks UK: http://apple.co/29Ear9K iBooks US: http://apple.co/29L3dBX Smashwords: http://bit.ly/29BbODJ
Add to Goodreads:
*****Excerpt:
Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.
Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.
Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.
What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.
He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or not.
He also knew that part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.
His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.
It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”
Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”
His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.
Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.
It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.
He began to wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.
Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.
“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.
The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.
A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s behavior.
Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.
Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.
Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was he going to do?
*****
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Release blitz hosted by Writer Marketing Services.
Blurb:Terry’s had a crush on his second cousin Justin for what seems like forever. He’s hidden it as well as possible, knowing that the other man is out of bounds, forbidden fruit. Second cousins getting together isn’t actually illegal, but for Justin the relationship is too close—he just can’t contemplate them being together.
But when some new information comes to light about Terry’s birth and his place in the family, the whole game changes. Suddenly the relationship isn’t so impossible, and things soon begin to get hot and heavy.
Buy links:Amazon: http://mybook.to/illicitrelations All Romance eBooks: http://bit.ly/29L2JMc Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/29At2jv iBooks UK: http://apple.co/29Ear9K iBooks US: http://apple.co/29L3dBX Smashwords: http://bit.ly/29BbODJ
Add to Goodreads:
*****Excerpt:
Terry deliberately averted his gaze as Justin tugged off his T-shirt and dove into the pool. The last thing he needed was to see him topless. His libido was already in overdrive and he was having trouble not jumping Justin’s bones. In fact, the only thing that held him back was the fact that Justin was his second cousin. They hadn’t been brought up particularly closely, so it wasn’t as if he were lusting after someone he considered to be a brother, but still. They were related and it was weird. Or it would be weird if anything happened between them, which it wouldn’t, of course. It would be wrong and they both knew it.
Terry assumed that was the reason Justin was avoiding him, anyway. They got on well and there was an obvious spark between them, but nothing inappropriate had ever taken place. For the most part, they acted as cousins should. Every now and again, though, he’d catch Justin looking at him. Equally, Terry would drink his fill of his cousin when no one else was looking. Apparently it was getting increasingly difficult for Justin, too.
Right now, at the annual summer get together at Terry’s grandparents’ massive house in rural Warwickshire, the tension between them had never been higher.
What made the whole thing ten times worse was that neither of them had come out. So ending up together would be a double whammy for their families. He could see it now. Hey, everyone! I’m gay—and so is he. We’re together. Now as you were.
He didn’t know whether the reaction would be favorable or not.
He also knew that part of his frustration about the situation was because he hadn’t yet seen any point in coming out. His feelings for Justin ran deeper than he cared to admit, and for that reason he hadn’t been in a relationship with anyone—ever. Not a homosexual relationship, anyway. He’d had girlfriends back in the days when he hadn’t realized what his urges meant, but since then he’d been by himself and remained a virgin. He was surprised, actually, that no one in his family had asked whether he was gay. He could only assume that because he was so private generally, they thought he would only introduce them to someone when he felt it was absolutely right. That was his plan, in fact. To come out and introduce his partner at the same time. But until he got over this damn infatuation with Justin, he was never going to be any farther forward.
His thoughts ran on for several minutes until he was interrupted—and startled—by droplets of cold water falling onto his bare shoulder. He turned. Justin stood there, shaking his blond head and sending the droplets flying around. Apparently he wasn’t avoiding Terry anymore.
It was hot and he was wearing casual clothes, so Terry wasn’t bothered about getting wet, but for some reason, he snapped at Justin. “For fuck’s sake, do you have to do that here?”
Immediately Justin stopped and stared at him. They’d never had a cross word between them, not even when they were children. “Sorry, mate. I was just messing around. I didn’t think it would piss you off.”
His blue eyes were wide and Terry felt his irritation dissipating rapidly. He continued to rake his gaze down Justin’s half-naked form. His broad shoulders and wide chest, which was sprinkled with a handful of pale hairs. His toned stomach, the six-pack nicely defined but not too body-builderish. His arms were thickly muscled but suited his athletic frame. Deep-blue swimming trunks hid the area he most wanted to see but he relied on the glimpses he’d had over the years and his overripe imagination.
Thick thighs and calves and, unbelievably, nice feet—he didn’t generally like feet—finished off the package of perfection and Terry was suddenly extremely glad he had a book in his lap, because his cock was beginning to swell and press against the inside of his swimming shorts. He realized that a dip in the pool would be a pretty good antidote—the chilly water should take the heat from his cock. And if not, at least no one would be able to see the bulge unless they swam underwater.
It was stupid, really, trying to hide his erection from Justin. They both knew there was something between them, and he wanted to bury his hard cock inside Justin’s mouth or arse, not hide it beneath a fucking book.
He began to wonder whether they should just get together, and to hell with the consequences. It wasn’t illegal.
Justin sat down on the sun bed next to Terry and flashed him a smile. “Am I forgiven, then? I haven’t got your book wet, have I?” He reached out to grab the book, presumably to try to dry it, but Terry slammed his hand down quickly, catching Justin’s fingers beneath his in the process, not to mention giving his cock a bit of a smack.
“No,” he ground out, wondering how he’d managed to get even a single word to fall from his lips. As soon as their fingers had touched he’d felt a spark that had run straight up his arm and multiplied throughout his entire body. His ebbing erection had immediately jumped back to attention, lifting the book slightly. He hoped against all hope that Justin hadn’t noticed but he had no such luck.
The blond’s gaze dropped to their still-touching fingers and, presumably, to the book and the thing beneath it that had caused the movement. He stared for a few seconds that felt like hours, then looked back up at Terry’s face. He opened his mouth then closed it again. For the first time ever, it seemed Justin was speechless.
A huge splash and a series of laughs from the pool broke the spell between them. Justin snatched his hand back and raked it through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth again, but for the second time nothing came out. He let out a heavy sigh and stood up looking dazed. He appeared to have trouble putting one foot in front of the other, as though he were drunk or had just woken from a very deep sleep. Of course, only the two of them knew the real reason for Justin’s behavior.
Finally Justin got his limbs to cooperate, and he made his way across to the table that held food and drinks, sheltered from the bright sunlight by a large, green gazebo.
Terry watched him go, a tumult of emotions running through his brain. Disappointment, confusion, anger, lust…they all assaulted him, though admittedly the last was screaming the loudest, a fact certainly not helped by Justin’s damp and topless state.
Now a feeling of despair took hold of him. What the fuck was he going to do?
*****
About Lucy Felthouse
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Release blitz hosted by Writer Marketing Services.
July 11, 2016
Desert Heat & Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse Now Available in Audiobook Format! #audiobook #military #interracial #erotica #romance #gay #mm
The critically acclaimed military erotic romance duo, Desert Heat & Native Tongue by Lucy Felthouse are now available in audiobook format. Narrated by popular voice artist Joel Leslie, you can now listen to these stories on the go!
Blurb:
Desert Heat:Their love is forbidden by rules, religion and risk. Yet still they can’t resist.Captain Hugh Wilkes is on his last tour of duty in Afghanistan. The British Army is withdrawing, and Wilkes expects his posting to be event-free. That is, until he meets his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, who awakens desires in Wilkes that he’d almost forgotten about, and that won’t be ignored.
Native Tongue:They may be back on British soil, but the battle isn’t over.When Captain Hugh Wilkes fell for his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, he always knew things would never be easy. After months of complete secrecy, their return to England should have spelt an end to the sneaking around and the insane risks. But it seems there are many obstacles for them to overcome before they can truly be happy together. Can they get past those obstacles, or is this one battle too many for their fledgling relationship?
Audio links:Amazon UKAmazon US
Audible UKAudible USiTunes UKiTunes US
eBook and print links available here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/desert-heat-native-tongue/
Reviews:
Desert Heat: “I enjoyed this story. The build up of the sexual tension between Wilkes and Balkhi had me at the edge of my seat up until the explosive moment when it came to a head. Another great novella, a quick and enjoyable read and easy to recommend.” 4 out of 5,
Love Bites and Silk Ties“What a great start to the story this was! I absolutely enjoyed this story. One thing I loved about this book was the quality of the detail. The descriptive is brilliant and it allowed me to submerge in the place and the characters. Thank You Lucy for allowing to read this instalment. Have read the sequel so watch this space!” 4 out of 5, Jo&Isalovebooks
Native Tongue:“All in all, this is a fantastic story that brings the story of these two characters to a wonderful happy ever after. For sure, this is my favourite book from this author.” 5 out of 5, Love Bites and Silk
Ties
“Native Tongue is the perfect, sweet ending to Hugh and Rustam’s story. One that starts off with a lot of stress, hardship and hiding. Now they can be together and there for each other in the open, with support and no fear. Perfect!” 3 Chicks After Dark
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Release blitz hosted by Writer Marketing Services.SaveSave
Masturbation Monday
With thanks to Kayla for another fabulous prompt for this week's Masturbation Monday. Here's a sample from ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN - things are about to explode in Tia's Waterfront Hotel.
Tia reached her room and opened the door.The next thing she knew Levi had pressed up against her and harnessed her wrists to the wall. He kicked the door shut.She gasped. “Levi.”“Ever been so consumed, so desperate to get as close to someone aspossible?” he asked, his mouth almost touching hers.“Yes.” She was breathing hard.“Now?”“Yes.” She pressed her lips to his.Instantly he took control, kissing her wildly and leaning into her.His cock was hard and nudging at her belly. His chest rising and falling, touching hers.She struggled for breath. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy ached to feel him there again.“Levi... stop...” she managed.“Why?” He kissed across her cheek.“I need a shower. Like really...”He pulled back and stared down at her. His grip was still tight on her wrists.“Shower?”“Yeah, hate to be a fusspot but... I think it would be more fun if I smelt a little sweeter.”“Babe, you smell and taste like honey.”She laughed. “Nice of you to say so.” She tugged her arms. “Come on... we could always pick up from here in the shower.”He raised his eyebrows. “Now that, sexy lady, is a damn fine idea.” He released her and linked his hand with hers. “Come on then. Let’s get clean before we get dirty.”She giggled and followed him.As he stepped into the large, luxury bathroom, he peeled off his t-shirt.Tia paused for a moment to admire his wide shoulders, his golden skin and the sprinkle of blond hair on his chest.“This is a cool place,” he said, reaching into the shower cubicle and flicking on the water.“Yes, I thought so. Not that I’ve had my money’s worth out of it.”“That’s about to change.” He shoved at his jeans, pausing to kick aside his boots. “Get naked, babe.”“Er, yes...” She’d gotten carried away watching him strip. It was a sight to see, all those acres of perfect flesh, rippling muscles and long, lean limbs. And damn, his cock, erect and thick... she was looking forward to getting up close and personal with it again.She tugged at her fleece, dropped it to one side, then did the same with her t- shirt and bra.He studied her, his eyes brimming with fire, then turned and stepped into the water. “Ah, heaven.” He lifted his face to the stream and smoothed his hands over his head.Tia continued to admire him as she undid her boots and kicked them away. The water gave his skin a sleek shine and his hair darkened. His buttocks were a paler shade than the rest of him, the fine hairs on his legs flat now they were wet.Quickly she lost her jeans and underwear and stepped in beside him.The water was gloriously hot, the steam warming her throat as she breathed in.“Mmm, this is much better,” he said, pulling her close and rubbing his hands down her back to her arse. “Don’t you think?”“Yes.” She reached for a bottle of complimentary shower gel and squirted it between them so it basted their chests. It was fragranced with lavender.“You want me to smell like a girl?” he asked, grinning.“Better than the baboon scent that’s going on.”“Hey, I do not smell like a baboon.” He laughed and gave her arse a slap.“Ow.” She giggled and writhed from his grip. “I’ll have a hand print there now.”“That’s the idea, to remind you that, for this morning at least, you’re mine.”She pulled in a breath and rubbed the suds over her body. She didn’t like to think of how little time they had together.He quickly washed, his attention following her hands as she rubbed suds over herself.She pushed negative thoughts from her head. They had to make the most of it, as he’d said. Create memories that would last a lifetime.Once again, she looked at his cock. A few suds of shower gel sat in his pubic hair. “You ever had a blowjob from an English girl?” “Never.”“Well, we’d best change that.” She licked her top lip then sank to her knees. “Ah, fuck,” he said, running his hands into her hair. “Really?”“Yes, really.” She took hold of his cock and squeezed gently.He hissed in a breath.With her free hand, she cupped his balls and massaged them with her palm.He leaned backward, against the wall, and widened his stance. “Never had much stamina for this,” he said, “and you... well you’ve got me tied up in knots as it is.”“I think you’re hard for me. No knots from where I’m sitting.” She leaned forward and swiped her tongue over his slit. Despite the tang of shower gel, she could still taste the faint saltiness of pre-cum.He tightened his grip on her hair.Slowly, almost teasingly, she worked his cock, base to tip and back down again. He was so hard and hot, his flesh like velvet over steel, with a few dips and rises where thick veins lurked beneath the surface.The need to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, became overwhelming. She opened wide and took the first third of him in.“Ahh, babe... fuck...” he said, his voice strained. “That feels awesome.”If he thought that felt good, then he was going to love this next bit. She sank lower, curling her tongue around his shaft, until he was good and deep.“Mmm...” he moaned. “Oh, God.”She pulled back; sank down again. Soon she was in a good steady pace. He was still, and though his hands in her hair were tight, he didn’t keep her captive. She rolled his balls; they were packing up into his body. More pre-cum wept from him. He was getting ready to climax, she was sure of it.Pressing her free hand against the rise of his hip, she took him deeper, until the tip of his glans was as low as she could take it without gagging.She’d never thought she would suck another man’s cock. It had been Philip for so long. But now here she was, with Levi, and it was bloody brilliant. She knew he was enjoying it. The sounds he was making, gasps and moans, and the thickness of his dick told her that.“Ahh, fuck, I’m going to come,” he said, his body trembling. “Tia, if you don’t want...”She knew what he wanted to say but hadn’t finished. If she didn’t want him to come in her mouth, then now was the time to finish up.But she did. Wasn’t that the point of a blowjob? It was for her, anyway. She wanted to own, claim his pleasure, know that it was her that had created the orgasm he was experiencing.She upped the pace, sucking slightly to create tension in her mouth.“Oh fuck, too... damn... good...” He groaned, long and low.A spurt of semen shot from his cock. She swallowed it down, loving how his shaft pulsed gently in her mouth and the way his balls had all but disappeared into his body.“Ahh, yeah...”Another burst of pleasure.She moaned, the sound vibrating against him. She was horny, turned on.Feeling Levi come had made her pussy quiver. Hearing his appreciation, tasting him—it was incredible.“Jeez,” he said, releasing her hair. He put his hands beneath her arms and forced her to release him.He dragged her up, folded her against him and stared down at her. “You’ve just ruined me for all other women. That’s it... English girls only from now on.”
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The week before her big day, Tia catches her fiancé getting down and dirty with her best friend. She quickly washes her hands of them both. But why waste a perfectly good and very expensive honeymoon to her dream spot--South Africa?
After bumping into the same cute guy three times in Cape Town, Tia's reminded she still has desires. Before long, they’re hiking over Table Mountain together, and getting to know each other. Levi is charming and funny, sexy and strong.
When trouble brews in the African sky, a wild storm leaves them stranded on the mountain as night falls. Levi's survival skills provides them with quick shelter as the storm rages above. But for Tia, another storm rages between her and her sexy saviour. Will he teach her to trust again? Or is there more to the hot American than meets the eye?
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July 10, 2016
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week I'm transporting you to the dizzying heights of Table Mountain with a snog from my new City Nights story ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN.
A sudden extra strong gust of wind plucked at the tarp.“Hang on.” Levi shuffled to the right. “I should fix that.”Tia sat forward and watched as he secured it, once again blocking out the elements and keeping them safe.He turned back to her. “Your jeans are wet through.”“I know.” She ran her palms over the cool material covering her thighs. “So are yours.”“Perhaps we should take them off.” He tipped his head and gave her a wicked smile. “Hang them up to dry.”“Well, I...”“It’s bad news to be in wet clothing in this kind of situation.”“I agree.” She glanced at his jeans again. If she wasn’t mistaken, there was a definite bulge going on.Jesus, is he thinking we’re going to get it on? Here?He caught the direction of her gaze. “I...er...” He shifted on his knees. “Sorry— you’re cute, you’ve been snuggled up against me. I’m a guy...” He sat back against the wall and adjusted the creases in his jeans.She pressed her lips together. The electricity of their connection, their bodies aligned as he’d embraced her, had not gone unnoticed by Tia either.“I don’t know about you, but there’s not going to be much sleeping tonight and well...” Levi paused. “And since you just said that there hadn’t been enough sex on your honeymoon—”“Levi!” Her mouth hung open. “That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?”“Yeah, sorry, guess that’s how us Americans are.” He shrugged and tried to look nonchalant, but even in the dim light she could see a burst of colour on his cheeks.“You Americans...” She shook her head.“Yeah, we’re not stiff upper lip. Maybe we live in the moment. I do, these days, after...” He tilted his chin, squared his shoulders. “But don’t you want to join the half mile high club?” he said.“Half mile?”“Yeah, we’re at a decent altitude here.” He bit on his bottom lip.She giggled and knotted her hands together. Would it really be such a bad way to pass the time? Levi was hot. She’d been imagining getting her hands on his sexy body all afternoon. And what was more, she was a free agent, she could do what the hell she bloody well liked. There was no one to tell her what she should or shouldn’t be doing. No one to answer to. And had she ever had a wild night of no-commitment, no-strings sex?No.So if a good way to pass a cold night on a windy mountain was sex, then she could—if she wanted to.“Forget it.” He shrugged and glanced away. “I’m sorry, I just thought...”“You just thought it might warm me up, help me get over my ex...”“I guess.” He shuffled back to the wall and folded his arms.“Give me some memories to take back to England.”“Yeah.”She stared at him. Even damp, his hair in rats’ tails, and his jawline stubbled, he was still the sexiest guy she’d seen in Africa. Hell, the sexiest guy she’d seen in a long time.“Hey.” She knelt before him, between his legs again, but facing him this time. “I haven’t said no.”“But you haven’t said yes, either. Forget it, it was a stupid idea.”“No it wasn’t.” The JD had made her braver. “It might actually be our only chance of survival.”“It might?” He raised his eyebrows.“Yeah, we need to do something to stave off hypothermia, and as you said, sharing body heat is probably the most sensible thing we can do.” She pressed her palms to his cheeks, tipped forward and kissed him.He pulled in a breath, his lips still for a moment, then he kissed her back with enthusiasm. His lips were soft. He tasted of the alcohol they’d shared and a little of something richer, masculine, delicious.She sneaked her tongue forward and connected it with his.He moaned and ran his fingers into her hair, held her steady as he took control and deepened the kiss.Tia’s heart thudded. Lust raged around her system, her veins injected with desire. Levi was an expert kisser—so much better than Philip.No, don’t think of Philip.He tugged her hair band and the long strands fell loose. This seemed to please him and he combed his fingers through them, spreading them out.Tia pulled back and smiled at him.He stared into her eyes. “You have no idea, do you?”“What?”“How damn sexy you are.”She laughed. “I’m just me.”“Just you is special.”“Why?” She’d always thought of herself as fairly average. Thought herself lucky to bag a man like Philip and made the best of herself so she wouldn’t let him down.“You forget,” Levi said. “I come from a land of fakeness. Everyone projects an image, the person they want everyone else to see.” He paused as a rumble of thunder rattled overhead. “Fake tits, tans, faces are just the start, the fake personalities, the jealousy that eats people up when they see others successful and happy. The constant need to look right, be in the right place with the right people...”“Wow, why do you live there?”He ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer. “It’s my home. It’s also home to several million other people, but not one of them is like you.” He kissed her again, lightly, then spoke onto her lips. “You’re real, a proper person.”“I like to think so.”“I don’t know you well, Tia, but I suspect there’s nothing fake about you.”“I suppose not.” She held her breath as he dipped his hands beneath her fleece and pressed his palms to the bare skin on her back.
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The week before her big day, Tia catches her fiancé getting down and dirty with her best friend. She quickly washes her hands of them both. But why waste a perfectly good and very expensive honeymoon to her dream spot--South Africa?
After bumping into the same cute guy three times in Cape Town, Tia's reminded she still has desires. Before long, they’re hiking over Table Mountain together, and getting to know each other. Levi is charming and funny, sexy and strong.
When trouble brews in the African sky, a wild storm leaves them stranded on the mountain as night falls. Levi's survival skills provides them with quick shelter as the storm rages above. But for Tia, another storm rages between her and her sexy saviour. Will he teach her to trust again? Or is there more to the hot American than meets the eye?
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July 8, 2016
A Sexy Castle ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS149
Wishing you a very warm welcome to MY SEXY SATURDAY, this week a few lines from my new menage a trois release, CUFFED. If hot cops who don't mind sharing a woman are your thing, make sure you grab a copy today!
She shrugged. “So what about you? If you die now, here, when was the last time you had a good screw?”
“A good screw.” He kind of grinned, creases forming around his eyes. “And we’re not talking DIY.”“Nope, definitely not.”He appeared to think for a moment, then, “It was a one-night stand about three months ago.”“I wouldn’t have taken you for a one-night stand type of guy.”“Why not?”“I dunno. I guess I always thought cops would have too many hangups about knowing the person they were hooking up with, you know, in case of a criminal record.”“That’s a crazy idea.”She raised her eyebrows. “So who was she?”“Can’t remember her name. Vince and I were out onthe town—”“You and Vincent?”“Yeah, we’re mates as well as partners.”“Okay.”“We decided we needed a bit of light relief after a week of long shifts. Some food, a drink or two, you know. We ended up in a club at St. Paul’s, got chatting to a few birds...sorry, women.”“Go on.” She was fascinated by his story. The thought of Vincent and Rudy out on the town, dressed up, smelling gorgeous, a bit of action on their minds; she couldn’t deny that it turned her the hell on. She’d wished she’d been at that club in St. Paul’s to intercept them before these other women got their claws in.“Well, one of them was married. She stayed for a while, then headed home. The other one...” He paused. “Her name was... Jenny, yeah, that’s right. She asked if we’d escort her back to her place. Of course, we were happy to. The evening had come to an end.”“So then what? You got back to hers and said goodbye to Vincent?”“No, we didn’t say goodbye to him.” He reached up with his free hand and pushed a long strand of hair over her shoulder, his fingers just brushing her neck. “He came in, too.”“Oh. I see.” She didn’t really. And what was with it with the hair?Your sexy long hair.“And things...” His eyes sparkled. “Well, things got fun.”“So you and her...”“Yeah. She was cute, several years older than both of us, but up for a good time.”“Both of you?” A thought went through her mind. “So you and Vincent, you both...”“Don’t sound so surprised. We were all consenting adults.” He was watching her reaction closely.
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All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment, and she’s on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she’s partnered with couldn’t be more different. Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner’s cute ass and broad shoulders.
Roxie doesn’t count on getting involved in a human trafficking case. Before she knows it she’s snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Her sullen cop takes her safety seriously, but how can he protect her if they’re handcuffed together and locked in an abandoned warehouse?
Spending an evening skin to skin with Officer Rudy has Roxie thinking about all sorts of things. Just how close is he to his partner? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire if she confesses her lust? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament?
KD Grace and Landscapes
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Landscapes : A First Time for Lots of Things
Thanks so much for hosting me on Day 5 of my Landscapes blog tour and giveaway! It’s always a pleasure to spend time at yours, Lily. I’m especially glad to be chatting with you today, because Landscapes wouldn’t have happened without your coaxing and encouragement. I remember that lovely October day at your place while we sat over a nice glass of wine doing the usual writerly dreaming and scheming. That’s something the two of us, as well as all of the Brit Babes, have always been good at doing. You encouraged me to do an MM novella for a book bundle called Brit Boys: On Boys put out by a group of writers I nearly drooled over when you told me who they were – yourself included, of course. The fact that it was a real honour to be included in such a great group probably influenced me as much as your pep talk, but at any rate I left your house having agreed to do my first ever MM novella and wondering just exactly how I’d pull it off, since I really had no idea where to begin. As the deadline drew closer and closer, I really had no idea where to begin. While I’d written MM scenes in some of my novels before, I’d never tackled a story that would involve not just an encounter, but a romance between two blokes and, let’s face it, all of my stories involve romance, so I knew it would be more than an erotic encounter. As the deadline got scary-close, and I knew I had to get on with it I sat down and began my novella with these three sentences: It wasn’t that Reese Chambers made my cock hard – though he did. It wasn’t that he was beautiful in a rugged, leather and stone sort of way – though he was. It was that Reese Chambers moved me in ways I had not been moved in a very long time, in ways that I, who never lacked just the right words to express myself, found my vocabulary inadequate to the task. It wasn’t until I’d written that much of the first paragraph that I realized my hero was a vampire – another first for me. I honestly didn’t think I could write vampire stories. By the time I’d written the next couple of paragraphs, I knew that Alonso Darlington would be one of the most intriguing characters I’d ever written. I never dreamed that Landscapes would only be the beginning of my stormy relationship with Alonso Darlington and that he had way more secrets than how he met landscaper, Reese Chambers.There was another first in this novella. I’ve skirted very close to dubious consent. The trouble is that mortals aren’t safe with Alonso. At the end of the day, Alonso, for all of his civility and charm, is a monster. He’s not a safe person, so he sends a succubus to seduce the Reese Chambers, the mortal with whom he is obsessed, and bring back the details of him making the story very much a vicarious ménage that’s not quite totally vicarious either. The relationship that develops between Alonso and Reese is one of the most complex, and the hottest I’ve ever written. But a novella is not nearly enough to tell the whole story behind Alonso and his entourage living in the remote Lakeland fells in his ancestral heap. Alonso and Reese’s tale is just the beginning of this vampire’s story, the continuation of which will be out later this year with the novel, In the Flesh , which is the first novel of the series, Medusa’s Consortium. I can hardly wait to see what schemes and inspirations we dream up next time we’re together, Lily! Thanks so much for having me over to talk about Alonso.
Landscapes Blurb:
Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?
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Landscapes Excerpt:
The moonlight was bright and Reese’ night vision was good, but the path was rocky and steep. He stumbled and went down on his arse, catching himself on one elbow and cursing as the sensation of pins and needles shot up his arm. He forced his way to his feet slipping and sliding the last hundred meters on the dew-drenched stones. He was just about to call out, just about to shout Alonso’s name when the man moaned softly and Reese stopped in his tracks. Not only was Alonso no longer curled on his side, but the man was naked. He lay flat on his back, his knees bent, bare feet resting on the bench, one arm flung over his face, the other curved down low across his belly, his fisted hand moving up and down the length of his cock.
Reese froze, unable to move, unable to breathe. Alonso Darlington was beautiful, like no one he’d ever seen. His body was sculpted, not like polished marble, but with the ruggedness of the rocks of the fells, like he labored to be free from himself, like one of Michelangelo’s prisoners. The muscles of his belly tensed and relaxed and convulsed and relaxed again in response to his stroking. The movement of muscle beneath skin on his biceps and his forearms, on the rise and fall of his chest, on the tensing of the chorded muscles in his neck and throat as he swallowed was like a hypnotic dance. The muscles in his thighs twitched and bulged as he rocked and arched upward until Reese could see the clenched half-domes of his buttocks. He could smell the nutmeg and yeast scent of his heat, charged through with the crackle of ozone. He stood frozen on the spot, his own cock responding to the sensory overload, even as his brain demanded he give the man his privacy, demanded with a sense of half-frightened urgency that he leave as quietly as he could, but it was too late.
Alonso’s arm fell away from his face and Reese could feel the nearly physical press of his gaze.
I’m sorry,’ he managed around a tongue that felt too big for his mouth. ‘I saw you, and I thought that … I’ll go now,’ but even as he said it, Reese stepped forward, feeling reeled into the man like a fish on a line. Alonso eased himself up on one elbow, not taking his hand off his cock, not taking his eyes off Reese. ‘I should leave,’ Reese croaked, but instead he stepped nearer.
In a move that was not quite human in its grace, Alonso sat up and nodded to the bench next to him.
Cautiously Reese sat down struggling to keep his eyes off the man’s cock. He could still feel Alonso’s gaze on him as though he were the one who was naked. ‘I thought … When I saw you out here, lying on the bench at this hour … I was worried.’
‘That’s very kind of you, Reese, but there’s nothing wrong with me. My … afflictions, don’t trouble me much. I’m not ill. In truth, I’m the epitome of health. I’m just … different.’
‘I’m sorry. Of course you would be out after dark. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’ll go now.’ But before he could stand, Alonso’s hand shot behind his head with lightning speed, fingers curling in Reese’s sleep-mussed hair, and in that instant of reaction, the second Reese gasped for his breath, the man’s mouth was on his, warm and hard and terrifying in its command, a command Reese could do little but respond to. Even as fear battled lust low in his belly, he parted his lips, opened his mouth, welcomed the search and conquest of Alonso’s tongue, his own the white flag that instinctively yielded all else beyond the breach, all territories beyond the invasion.
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