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January 12, 2016
Special Guest - Sarah Masters
Please welcome my great friend, fellow Brit Babe and super-duper MM author Sarah Masters to my blog today. She's just released new books and one of them Mane Attraction stole me away from my to-do list yesterday as I immersed myself in a steamy shifter story set in London, it was one of those once I'd dipped into the first page, I was hooked.
Tell us a bit about Mane Attraction.
I wrote this book years ago. It was previously published elsewhere, but the publisher folded so I popped the story in a file and didn’t think about it until recently. I thought it was about time it was sent out into the world again, so I revised it and here it is!
What kind of story is it?
It’s a shifter book, about a lion called Levi who appears on Dominic Hurley’s fire escape. Dom is Levi’s mate, and it takes a while for Dom to accept that. It was fun to write. I didn’t plan for it to be funny, but Dom’s voice came out that way, as well as him being really Brit-blokey. I love him, he’s amusing and hopefully comes across as a typical British man.
Have you written any other shifter books?
Yes, I have one with Pride Publishing called Cabin Fever, about a panther and a man who lost his partner. The panther teaches him to love again. It was very emotional to write.
Do you have any more shifter books for us in the future?
I should imagine so. I wouldn’t mind writing another in the same style as Mane Attraction because it’s easy-going and laid back. I fancy a tiger next time, though!
Blurb:
Dominic Hurley is presented with a mission—by a lion who changes into a man. Can he fulfill destiny's wishes without bringing himself harm?
Dom is an average guy, working in a book packing company and getting through his boring life the best way he knows how. One Friday night, after sinking one too many beers, he finds an animal on his apartment balcony window—an animal that changes his life.
Levian Brooke is that animal, although he’s also one sexy-as-hell man. He has arrived in London to make Dominic his mate—and to get Dom’s help in a quest to free one of Levian’s family members from London zoo.
Dominic is drawn into the seedier parts of his beloved London in his search for someone to create fake passports so Levian can return to where he came from. A sinister element find out his involvement in Levian’s quest and come after him.
It’s a race against time and a fight for his life as Dominic finds inner strength to do things he’d never even dreamed about.
Excerpt:
This was the life. Sitting up on my bed, back against a few pillows, cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. All right, so it wasn’t the most exciting thing to do, but after a hard week working my arse off, a Friday night kicking back was just what I needed. Shame I didn’t have anyone to share this time with, but what the hell. I had no family, and Rick was out on the town—my pal, by the way—and I hadn’t much fancied joining him. Besides, I always felt awkward, you know? Like, I’m gay and he’s not. Watching him hit on women had got old a while back, and finding a bloke to spend some time with was hard in the clubs Rick took me to. Difficult to judge who was into what, know what I mean?I stared at the TV, the reception fuzzy because the damn whacky aerial needed tweaking. And I couldn’t be arsed to get up and tweak it. Too much effort, what with the alcohol flowing through my veins, the cigarette smoke making my head light. How many had I sunk so far? Three beers? Four? I glanced at the bedside cabinet. Eight empty bottles.Shit.The show on the TV was doing my nut in. Some boring crap about a cop trying to solve a crime. A cold case—been cold for so long the damn thing was iced up—and it didn’t take a genius to work out the cop was going to get a light-bulb moment in a minute and crack the fucking thing.Jesus. I should have gone out with Rick—Rick with the hairy chest and back that I kind of wanted to tell him might put women off.A creak outside had me jerking my head toward the fire escape doors. I rented an apartment—the Brit name for a flat that’s just a little bit fancier than your average place—with sky-high rent, a shower that dribbled water, and a bloody doorman who never manned the damn doors. I begrudged paying a service charge for that kind of rubbish.The creak sounded again, and I smiled. It had to be Rick, pissed as a fart and on his way up here to lament the fact there were no decent women out tonight, something he did way too often for my liking. I wished he didn’t use the fire escape. It wasn’t funny when you were sprawled naked in bed on a Sunday, morning glory standing to attention, and found your best mate staring at you through the glass in the door. Fuck, he was such a—I looked through that glass, frowning because, hell, Rick ought to be standing out there right about now. The stairs only creak twice—once on the middle step and once on the top—so unless he was crouching down behind the wooden bottom half of the door, something was way weird. He was probably fucking about, planning to scare me. Wouldn’t be the first time.I swung my legs off the bed and stubbed my smoke out in the overfull ashtray I kept meaning to empty but never did. After standing—head was a bit fuzzy, but hey, whatever—I tottered over to the door and peered out. Nope. No Rick. The only thing there was the sprawling city of London topped with a black sky and gray smoggy clouds. Lights, bright and multi-colored, stretched for miles, an expanse of illumination that never failed to amaze me.Yeah, I dug that kind of thing.But not the lion sitting on the balcony, looking up at me.Eight beers didn’t usually mess with my mind like this, but tonight they had. I shook my head and blinked. The lion was still there. Now, if I’d smoked a joint I could understand the big bastard’s appearance, but… My legs weakened, damn near sent me to my knees, and my heart beat so hard I thought I’d have a heart attack. Yeah, the reaction to a lion sitting on your balcony does that to a body, know what I mean? Who the hell sees this kind of crap after a couple—all right—eight beers, eh?Dominic Hurley, that’s who. Thirty-something, sad-bastard-with-no-life Hurley.The lion yawned, showing teeth that shit the life out of me and a cavity that could easily fit my head inside. Okay, having arms and legs like jelly wasn’t something I wanted to cope with—if it had been just from the beer I wouldn’t mind—and I staggered a little, reaching my hand out to steady myself on the wall beside the door.A groan that sounded human followed the yawn as the lion’s mouth closed, and that lion, that massive, should-be-in-a-zoo-or-Kenya lion, winked. Yeah, as insane as it sounds, it winked. Like it was more than just a lion. But that was stupid, wasn’t it, to think like that? Those animals didn’t have human qualities. And they didn’t damn well come visiting blokes on a Friday night for a bit of a chinwag and a game of poker.It was the beer. I knew it, the lion knew it, and I swung the door open. The lion remained seated, looking me up and down as though deciding which part of me to eat first. Surreal as all this was, I fully expected to snap out of whatever dream I was in any second…now.I didn’t snap out of anything. The beast was still there.
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Tell us a bit about Mane Attraction.
I wrote this book years ago. It was previously published elsewhere, but the publisher folded so I popped the story in a file and didn’t think about it until recently. I thought it was about time it was sent out into the world again, so I revised it and here it is!
What kind of story is it?
It’s a shifter book, about a lion called Levi who appears on Dominic Hurley’s fire escape. Dom is Levi’s mate, and it takes a while for Dom to accept that. It was fun to write. I didn’t plan for it to be funny, but Dom’s voice came out that way, as well as him being really Brit-blokey. I love him, he’s amusing and hopefully comes across as a typical British man.
Have you written any other shifter books?
Yes, I have one with Pride Publishing called Cabin Fever, about a panther and a man who lost his partner. The panther teaches him to love again. It was very emotional to write.
Do you have any more shifter books for us in the future?
I should imagine so. I wouldn’t mind writing another in the same style as Mane Attraction because it’s easy-going and laid back. I fancy a tiger next time, though!
Blurb:
Dominic Hurley is presented with a mission—by a lion who changes into a man. Can he fulfill destiny's wishes without bringing himself harm?
Dom is an average guy, working in a book packing company and getting through his boring life the best way he knows how. One Friday night, after sinking one too many beers, he finds an animal on his apartment balcony window—an animal that changes his life.
Levian Brooke is that animal, although he’s also one sexy-as-hell man. He has arrived in London to make Dominic his mate—and to get Dom’s help in a quest to free one of Levian’s family members from London zoo.
Dominic is drawn into the seedier parts of his beloved London in his search for someone to create fake passports so Levian can return to where he came from. A sinister element find out his involvement in Levian’s quest and come after him.
It’s a race against time and a fight for his life as Dominic finds inner strength to do things he’d never even dreamed about.
Excerpt:
This was the life. Sitting up on my bed, back against a few pillows, cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. All right, so it wasn’t the most exciting thing to do, but after a hard week working my arse off, a Friday night kicking back was just what I needed. Shame I didn’t have anyone to share this time with, but what the hell. I had no family, and Rick was out on the town—my pal, by the way—and I hadn’t much fancied joining him. Besides, I always felt awkward, you know? Like, I’m gay and he’s not. Watching him hit on women had got old a while back, and finding a bloke to spend some time with was hard in the clubs Rick took me to. Difficult to judge who was into what, know what I mean?I stared at the TV, the reception fuzzy because the damn whacky aerial needed tweaking. And I couldn’t be arsed to get up and tweak it. Too much effort, what with the alcohol flowing through my veins, the cigarette smoke making my head light. How many had I sunk so far? Three beers? Four? I glanced at the bedside cabinet. Eight empty bottles.Shit.The show on the TV was doing my nut in. Some boring crap about a cop trying to solve a crime. A cold case—been cold for so long the damn thing was iced up—and it didn’t take a genius to work out the cop was going to get a light-bulb moment in a minute and crack the fucking thing.Jesus. I should have gone out with Rick—Rick with the hairy chest and back that I kind of wanted to tell him might put women off.A creak outside had me jerking my head toward the fire escape doors. I rented an apartment—the Brit name for a flat that’s just a little bit fancier than your average place—with sky-high rent, a shower that dribbled water, and a bloody doorman who never manned the damn doors. I begrudged paying a service charge for that kind of rubbish.The creak sounded again, and I smiled. It had to be Rick, pissed as a fart and on his way up here to lament the fact there were no decent women out tonight, something he did way too often for my liking. I wished he didn’t use the fire escape. It wasn’t funny when you were sprawled naked in bed on a Sunday, morning glory standing to attention, and found your best mate staring at you through the glass in the door. Fuck, he was such a—I looked through that glass, frowning because, hell, Rick ought to be standing out there right about now. The stairs only creak twice—once on the middle step and once on the top—so unless he was crouching down behind the wooden bottom half of the door, something was way weird. He was probably fucking about, planning to scare me. Wouldn’t be the first time.I swung my legs off the bed and stubbed my smoke out in the overfull ashtray I kept meaning to empty but never did. After standing—head was a bit fuzzy, but hey, whatever—I tottered over to the door and peered out. Nope. No Rick. The only thing there was the sprawling city of London topped with a black sky and gray smoggy clouds. Lights, bright and multi-colored, stretched for miles, an expanse of illumination that never failed to amaze me.Yeah, I dug that kind of thing.But not the lion sitting on the balcony, looking up at me.Eight beers didn’t usually mess with my mind like this, but tonight they had. I shook my head and blinked. The lion was still there. Now, if I’d smoked a joint I could understand the big bastard’s appearance, but… My legs weakened, damn near sent me to my knees, and my heart beat so hard I thought I’d have a heart attack. Yeah, the reaction to a lion sitting on your balcony does that to a body, know what I mean? Who the hell sees this kind of crap after a couple—all right—eight beers, eh?Dominic Hurley, that’s who. Thirty-something, sad-bastard-with-no-life Hurley.The lion yawned, showing teeth that shit the life out of me and a cavity that could easily fit my head inside. Okay, having arms and legs like jelly wasn’t something I wanted to cope with—if it had been just from the beer I wouldn’t mind—and I staggered a little, reaching my hand out to steady myself on the wall beside the door.A groan that sounded human followed the yawn as the lion’s mouth closed, and that lion, that massive, should-be-in-a-zoo-or-Kenya lion, winked. Yeah, as insane as it sounds, it winked. Like it was more than just a lion. But that was stupid, wasn’t it, to think like that? Those animals didn’t have human qualities. And they didn’t damn well come visiting blokes on a Friday night for a bit of a chinwag and a game of poker.It was the beer. I knew it, the lion knew it, and I swung the door open. The lion remained seated, looking me up and down as though deciding which part of me to eat first. Surreal as all this was, I fully expected to snap out of whatever dream I was in any second…now.I didn’t snap out of anything. The beast was still there.
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January 11, 2016
Muscling In is a Top Pick
Muscling In, my new erotic menage a trois romance novel, has just got a great 5* review from The Romance Reviews. Check it out!
If there's one thing I've learned to expect from author Lily Harlem, it's got to be the explosive connections between her characters.
MUSCLING IN is certainly no exception. However, this particular story takes a fresh twist on the typical menage relationship and makes one of the males the anchor.
At a time when the military frowned on same-sex relationships, Coben and Edward didn't have any hopes for a future together. Five years later, Edward comes back into Coben's life. This time, however, Coben has a wife named Sian. It doesn't take long for old feelings to be rekindled, depicted in exquisite detail. Adding the drama of a third person creates a perfect area of development for the story that is realistically portrayed. There are plenty of questions that have to be answered before a happily ever after is possible.
From realistic characters to panty-melting anticipation, author Lily Harlem proves again that love knows no boundaries.
Grab your copy of Muscling In from Amazon/Amazon UK, ARe, Evernight and all other good ebook retailers.
January 10, 2016
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog! Here's a smooch from my story Mile High Kink Club which is in the new Brit Boys anthology, Brit Boys: With Toys. The toy in this story is a chastity device, and the boys are playing whilst high in the sky on a private jet.
Back Cover Information
From coast to coast and city to country Brit boys enjoy playing with each other and their toys. Not any old toys, though; guitars, rope, plugs and Moleskine journals all prove to be enormous fun. Throw in a shop that’s wall to wall with kinky ideas, a journalist on the lookout for the next big thing, and Dominants who insist on obedience and there’s sure to be something to cater for everyone’s taste.
Whether it’s a quickie or a slow indulgence, Brit boys know how to hit the spot and they aim to please every time. So take a ride, fly high, come enjoy these sexy boys and their toys.
Brit Boys: With Toys is an anthology of M/M stories written by British authors, featuring British characters in British locations.
“I love how pale you are,” Rhodri said. He stuck out his tongue and trailed it to Darius’ navel then to his opposite hip, kissed him in the same spot. He adored the feel of warm flesh on his lips, the smell of freshly showered skin and the body heat coming from his delectable little sub.But he wanted him naked—naked and secure.He sat back on his heels and removed first Darius’ left then his right shoe. Socks followed, then jeans.He stood and surveyed the man who’d messed up his head all week, had his libido raging and surprised the hell out of him ten minutes ago. “God, you’re gorgeous.”“Not so bad yourself,” Darius said, his chest rising and falling rapidly.Rhodri smiled and removed his jacket. He then dragged off the new dusky-red polo he’d bought especially for the occasion and threw it aside. The plane wasn’t cold; in fact it was warm with the sun pouring in from the left hand side.“Are you getting naked too, Sir?” Darius asked.“Not yet.”Darius pouted. Again it was an expression that went straight to Rhodri’s cock.“But it won’t be long. First this, though.” From his jeans pocket he pulled out two lengths of black ribbon. It was special ribbon, ribbon he kept at home, on his headboard in case he got lucky. Though today he’d decided to bring it with him, in case they’d ended up in a hotel or back at Darius’ place.“What’s that?” Darius asked.“Grip the seat again, the way you did when we hit that bumpy patch back there.” He nodded at the wide leather arms.Darius did as instructed.“Good.” Rhodri fed the ribbon beneath the left armrest then secured it over Darius’ wrist so he was attached to it. He repeated the action on the other side.Again he stood and absorbed the sight of his sub. Naked and unable to move his hands to grab his cock was exactly where he’d wanted Darius all week. “Now this,” he said, reaching for the key.“Oh God...” Darius groaned, tipped his head back and shut his eyes. “I’m going to explode, the minute you unleash me. I can’t, I won’t...”“No. You’ll keep it in, you’ll come when I tell you to.” He slotted the key into the tiny lock and turned it. “And only when I tell you.”“Fuck, yes, okay, Sir. When you say.”“You ready?”“Yes...Sir.”Rhodri released the device. His heart was thumping, his dick ready to go and excitement spun its way up his spine and over his scalp.Darius’ dick sprang forward, like a thoroughbred stallion let loose at the start of a race. He groaned, tugged at the binds around his wrists, and lifted his hips from the seat.“Shh...” Rhodri soothed, stroking his hair. “Settle, it’s off now.” Oh, how he loved this moment, the relief swamping his sub was such a turn-on. He’d spent the week caged and frustrated but now, because he, Rhodri, had said it was time, his cock was free. “How do you feel?”“Like I need to come, be fucked, suck you, you suck me, everything. I want it all.” He opened his eyes and stared at Rhodri, a glint of defiant determination in their depths.“You’ll get all of that, in good time.”“We haven’t got time. We’ll land soon.”Rhodri chuckled. “Don’t think you can dupe me again. I know we’ve got nearly an hour before we even start to descend.” He leant over him, his lips hovering a hair’s-breadth away. “Don’t try and top from the bottom, little one, it won’t get you anywhere.”
Grab your copy of Brit Boys: With Toys from Amazon and check out all the great stories!
January 8, 2016
Our Sexy New Year ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS123
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, this week a few from Muscling In my new MMF novel with a military theme. Phew, it's hot...
Back Cover Information
My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
“I’m glad you’re back safe,” Cohen said.“Not going to let those bastards get the better of me.” Edward took the steps two at a time until he reached the top. He came face-to-face with Coben and stared into his hazel eyes. “Fuck I’ve missed you and Sian. I always do, but this time...I just really fucking did.”“So show us just how much.” The right side of Coben’s mouth tilted into a smile.Edward ran his hand around the back of Coben’s neck. “She’s taken the kids to the car.”“So we’ll start without her. She’ll soon catch up.”“I like your way of thinking.” Edward pulled Coben close and kissed him. A hot, hungry kiss that barely scratched the surface of what he wanted.Coben groaned and fisted the lapels of Edward’s leather jacket.“This way,” Edward said, releasing Coben’s neck and grabbing his hand. “In the bedroom.” He marched forward with only one thing on his mind—fucking.
Grab your copy of Muscling In from Amazon/Amazon UK, ARe, Evernight and all other good ebook retailers and immerse yourself in a world of menage a trois where anything goes.
January 7, 2016
Coming 1st February - Accelerated Passion
When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.
Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.
So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.
However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure; when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.
Watch this space for pre-order links on the 15th of January
If you've read my novel Breathe You In you will have already briefly met Dean Cudditch as he has a small cameo as Ruben's friend and former colleague.
January 6, 2016
Guest Post - Kay Jaybee
"The Perfect Submissive blows Fifty Shades out of the water..."Jenkat c/o Lovehoney
Happy New Year everyone!
Many thanks for inviting me to your blog today Lily.
Over the past few months I have been overwhelmed by the continued popularity of my BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy , (followed by The New Room novella). Long before E L James stopped practicing psychiatry and became obsessed with re-writing Twilight, I wrote the story of Miss Jess Sanders...
If you haven't come across Jess before, here's an extract from the beginning of book one, The Perfect Submissive (Xcite Books, copyright Kay Jaybee)
...Jess was sat at her desk, a half eaten sandwich in one hand; the fingers of her other hand dancing over the computer keyboard. Laura watched her through the office window for a few moments before confidently stepping into the room, interrupting the clerk without hesitation. ‘Mr Davies informs me he has not yet had time to complete your preliminary tour of the hotel.’Understanding precisely where the manageress intended to take her, Jess spoke carefully, ‘I’ve seen most of it, but not all.’Without confirming the clerk’s suspicions, Laura said, ‘I have a few moments, so if you’d like to walk this way I’ll complete that area of your training.’ She pointed towards the office door, ‘You are bound to be asked for directions around the place by our guests and it doesn’t look very professional if a member of staff gets lost herself, wouldn’t you agree?’‘I would, Mrs Peters.’Although she’d now worked at the Fables for just over a week, Jess still hadn’t looked her boss in the eye once, a fact that sent a buzz of conviction through Mrs Peters; her initial instincts about the girl had been correct.‘Are you happy here so far, Miss Sanders?’‘Yes, Mrs Peters. Thank you.’ Jess muttered her response, almost managing to glance directly at her superior, but falling short at her shoulders. Laura’s heartbeat increased in response to the girl’s natural deference. Jess Sanders was just so perfect for what she had in mind.As they walked towards the staff lift Laura attempted to improve the flow of conversation, ‘And I don’t think you have yet been introduced to all the other members of staff?’‘Not yet, no.’ Again Jess spoke cautiously, and Laura knew from the expression on her face that she was both fearful and curious about meeting anyone who kept their business arrangements entirely to the Fables upper storey.‘We are one member of staff down at the moment; one of my assistants has left us for pastures new. I’m searching for a replacement. Master Lee Philips, who works in the bar downstairs, helps me out as and when required, but it’s not an ideal arrangement. He has many other duties, and besides, the fifth floor guests frequently prefer the female touch.’Following the clerk into the lift it was obvious that no small talk was going to come from her, so Laura calmly kept up her commentary. ‘My associate, Miss Sarah, should be on the premises by 10.00 each morning, unless she has had a complete night session, in which case she is not expected until 2.00 p.m. As I’ve said, Master Philips comes and goes, depending on our requirements and his bar and reception work. Miss Sarah has her first session of the day in a few moments, if we are lucky we should just catch the show.’Visibly shrinking back, Jess noticed how Mrs Peters walked a little taller now they’d reached her domain. Her face was more set, her back straighter, and somehow she appeared even more intimidating than before. Pushing her hands into the deep pockets of her clinging knee-length black skirt, Jess hid the growing sheen of perspiration on her palms, while trying to ignore the fearful beat of her pulse.Crossing the threshold of the room, into which she was being firmly steered by the elbow, felt like entering another world to Jess, or rather, another time. Manoeuvred towards a plush red velvet chaise longue, her eyes darting here and there, the clerk was pointedly sat down.Trying to ignore the light but persistent pressure of Mrs Peters cool hand against her wrist, Jess took in the reproduction William Morris wallpaper, the heavy dark-wood chest of drawers, the floor to ceiling bookshelves, and the faded brown leather wing-backed armchair. Centre stage, only a few metres from where they sat, was a huge writing desk. Its top was inlaid with a square of leather, a portion of which was covered with blotting paper, an accompanying ink well, pots of ink, and nibbed pens.Jess was reminded of a museum she’d once visited as a child, where rooms from a variety of different houses had been re-created from a number of historical periods. This room had Victorian study written all over it.The silence was beginning to get to her as she waited, perched rather than sat, on the unyielding seat. A faint voice of hope at the back of her head kept telling her that all this had to be some sort of practical joke, but one glance at Mrs Peters made Jess reconsider. Her eyes kept drifting towards the study door. Whatever she had been brought here to witness surely couldn’t begin until someone came in. Twenty seconds later, each one ticked off by the hammer of Jess’s heart beating, the door swung back with a confident push.‘Ah, Miss Sarah,’ Laura rose from her seat, a stern glare at Jess telling her not to move. ‘I hope you don’t mind, but Fables has a new member of staff, and I thought it would be a good idea to let her observe one of our sessions.’Miss Sarah, her face powdered to an ultra-pale complexion, her curling hair pinned up in the style of a Victorian lady, her exquisite outfit historically accurate down to the small white buttons that fastened her stylish black boots, curtsied at once to her superior, ‘Of course, Mrs Peters.’The stunningly slim woman glanced briefly at Jess, her grey gaze only lingering long enough to acknowledge the stranger, without taking in what she looked like or who she might be. Miss Sarah’s indifference, dismissing the office clerk as an unimportant factor in the room, made Jess feel smaller and more anxious than ever.The agonising lull continued and Jess’s imagination began to run riot as Miss Sarah sat at the desk in preparation for her client’s arrival. Images of pock-skinned overweight men, panting loudly as they fucked the employees of the fifth floor against the furniture made Jess’s stomach churn, but there was no way out. With a quiet determination that Mrs Peters would have been surprised to know Jess possessed, she thought, if the other members of staff here have survived this part of the tour, then so can I.As Mrs Peters returned to both the chaise longue and her application of gentle restraint against the clerk’s arm, Jess’s body stiffened. Someone was knocking on the door. Not daring to face her employer, Jess focused on the figure that, after being granted permission to enter, walked meekly into the study.If he hadn’t had his neck bent, his face to the floor with respect for Miss Sarah, who greeted him with a sharp ‘Good Morning’, Jess judged he would have been quite tall. And he was young; not the sweaty, aged bank manager Jess had conjured up in her head, but a man in his late 20s or early 30s, with a shaven face, short spiked ginger hair, and well built limbs. He was dressed as a servant, perhaps a stable hand. Jess was automatically reminded of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Gulping against her dehydrated throat, unwilling to see the sex that she was sure was about to follow, the clerk dropped her eyes, only to have her chin roughly jerked upwards by Mrs Peters, ‘No, child. You will observe. You will learn.’A patina of panic gripped Jess. Every hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. Until that moment it had been unreal. She hadn’t let go of the hope that at any minute someone was going to turn around and say, ‘OK, Jess, it’s just a joke. We play it on all the new girls. Let’s grab a coffee.’ No one did though. No one was saying anything...
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If you'd like to read on, you can buy The Perfect Submissive as a paperback, an ebook, or as part of an e-boxset of the complete The Perfect Submissive Trilogy... Boxed Set
The Perfect Submissive Book 1
The Retreat Book 2(paperback and kindle)
Knowing Her Place Book 3 (paperback and kindle)
And don't forget- there is a novella length extra story now available to finish Jess's erotic adventure!
The New Room (eBook only)
Thanks again Lily!Happy reading everyone,Kay xxxx[image error]
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETOKay was also nominated as the Best Erotica Writer in 2013 and 2014.Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep(Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am(Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two(Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 100 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.ukYou can follow Kay on Twitter- @kay_jaybee Facebook http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/35... Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.htmlPinterest- http://pinterest.com/kjberotica/ Amazon- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kay-Jaybee/e/B004O0S9GO/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
Happy New Year everyone!
Many thanks for inviting me to your blog today Lily.
Over the past few months I have been overwhelmed by the continued popularity of my BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy , (followed by The New Room novella). Long before E L James stopped practicing psychiatry and became obsessed with re-writing Twilight, I wrote the story of Miss Jess Sanders...
If you haven't come across Jess before, here's an extract from the beginning of book one, The Perfect Submissive (Xcite Books, copyright Kay Jaybee)
...Jess was sat at her desk, a half eaten sandwich in one hand; the fingers of her other hand dancing over the computer keyboard. Laura watched her through the office window for a few moments before confidently stepping into the room, interrupting the clerk without hesitation. ‘Mr Davies informs me he has not yet had time to complete your preliminary tour of the hotel.’Understanding precisely where the manageress intended to take her, Jess spoke carefully, ‘I’ve seen most of it, but not all.’Without confirming the clerk’s suspicions, Laura said, ‘I have a few moments, so if you’d like to walk this way I’ll complete that area of your training.’ She pointed towards the office door, ‘You are bound to be asked for directions around the place by our guests and it doesn’t look very professional if a member of staff gets lost herself, wouldn’t you agree?’‘I would, Mrs Peters.’Although she’d now worked at the Fables for just over a week, Jess still hadn’t looked her boss in the eye once, a fact that sent a buzz of conviction through Mrs Peters; her initial instincts about the girl had been correct.‘Are you happy here so far, Miss Sanders?’‘Yes, Mrs Peters. Thank you.’ Jess muttered her response, almost managing to glance directly at her superior, but falling short at her shoulders. Laura’s heartbeat increased in response to the girl’s natural deference. Jess Sanders was just so perfect for what she had in mind.As they walked towards the staff lift Laura attempted to improve the flow of conversation, ‘And I don’t think you have yet been introduced to all the other members of staff?’‘Not yet, no.’ Again Jess spoke cautiously, and Laura knew from the expression on her face that she was both fearful and curious about meeting anyone who kept their business arrangements entirely to the Fables upper storey.‘We are one member of staff down at the moment; one of my assistants has left us for pastures new. I’m searching for a replacement. Master Lee Philips, who works in the bar downstairs, helps me out as and when required, but it’s not an ideal arrangement. He has many other duties, and besides, the fifth floor guests frequently prefer the female touch.’Following the clerk into the lift it was obvious that no small talk was going to come from her, so Laura calmly kept up her commentary. ‘My associate, Miss Sarah, should be on the premises by 10.00 each morning, unless she has had a complete night session, in which case she is not expected until 2.00 p.m. As I’ve said, Master Philips comes and goes, depending on our requirements and his bar and reception work. Miss Sarah has her first session of the day in a few moments, if we are lucky we should just catch the show.’Visibly shrinking back, Jess noticed how Mrs Peters walked a little taller now they’d reached her domain. Her face was more set, her back straighter, and somehow she appeared even more intimidating than before. Pushing her hands into the deep pockets of her clinging knee-length black skirt, Jess hid the growing sheen of perspiration on her palms, while trying to ignore the fearful beat of her pulse.Crossing the threshold of the room, into which she was being firmly steered by the elbow, felt like entering another world to Jess, or rather, another time. Manoeuvred towards a plush red velvet chaise longue, her eyes darting here and there, the clerk was pointedly sat down.Trying to ignore the light but persistent pressure of Mrs Peters cool hand against her wrist, Jess took in the reproduction William Morris wallpaper, the heavy dark-wood chest of drawers, the floor to ceiling bookshelves, and the faded brown leather wing-backed armchair. Centre stage, only a few metres from where they sat, was a huge writing desk. Its top was inlaid with a square of leather, a portion of which was covered with blotting paper, an accompanying ink well, pots of ink, and nibbed pens.Jess was reminded of a museum she’d once visited as a child, where rooms from a variety of different houses had been re-created from a number of historical periods. This room had Victorian study written all over it.The silence was beginning to get to her as she waited, perched rather than sat, on the unyielding seat. A faint voice of hope at the back of her head kept telling her that all this had to be some sort of practical joke, but one glance at Mrs Peters made Jess reconsider. Her eyes kept drifting towards the study door. Whatever she had been brought here to witness surely couldn’t begin until someone came in. Twenty seconds later, each one ticked off by the hammer of Jess’s heart beating, the door swung back with a confident push.‘Ah, Miss Sarah,’ Laura rose from her seat, a stern glare at Jess telling her not to move. ‘I hope you don’t mind, but Fables has a new member of staff, and I thought it would be a good idea to let her observe one of our sessions.’Miss Sarah, her face powdered to an ultra-pale complexion, her curling hair pinned up in the style of a Victorian lady, her exquisite outfit historically accurate down to the small white buttons that fastened her stylish black boots, curtsied at once to her superior, ‘Of course, Mrs Peters.’The stunningly slim woman glanced briefly at Jess, her grey gaze only lingering long enough to acknowledge the stranger, without taking in what she looked like or who she might be. Miss Sarah’s indifference, dismissing the office clerk as an unimportant factor in the room, made Jess feel smaller and more anxious than ever.The agonising lull continued and Jess’s imagination began to run riot as Miss Sarah sat at the desk in preparation for her client’s arrival. Images of pock-skinned overweight men, panting loudly as they fucked the employees of the fifth floor against the furniture made Jess’s stomach churn, but there was no way out. With a quiet determination that Mrs Peters would have been surprised to know Jess possessed, she thought, if the other members of staff here have survived this part of the tour, then so can I.As Mrs Peters returned to both the chaise longue and her application of gentle restraint against the clerk’s arm, Jess’s body stiffened. Someone was knocking on the door. Not daring to face her employer, Jess focused on the figure that, after being granted permission to enter, walked meekly into the study.If he hadn’t had his neck bent, his face to the floor with respect for Miss Sarah, who greeted him with a sharp ‘Good Morning’, Jess judged he would have been quite tall. And he was young; not the sweaty, aged bank manager Jess had conjured up in her head, but a man in his late 20s or early 30s, with a shaven face, short spiked ginger hair, and well built limbs. He was dressed as a servant, perhaps a stable hand. Jess was automatically reminded of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Gulping against her dehydrated throat, unwilling to see the sex that she was sure was about to follow, the clerk dropped her eyes, only to have her chin roughly jerked upwards by Mrs Peters, ‘No, child. You will observe. You will learn.’A patina of panic gripped Jess. Every hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. Until that moment it had been unreal. She hadn’t let go of the hope that at any minute someone was going to turn around and say, ‘OK, Jess, it’s just a joke. We play it on all the new girls. Let’s grab a coffee.’ No one did though. No one was saying anything...
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If you'd like to read on, you can buy The Perfect Submissive as a paperback, an ebook, or as part of an e-boxset of the complete The Perfect Submissive Trilogy... Boxed Set
The Perfect Submissive Book 1
The Retreat Book 2(paperback and kindle)
Knowing Her Place Book 3 (paperback and kindle)
And don't forget- there is a novella length extra story now available to finish Jess's erotic adventure!
The New Room (eBook only)
Thanks again Lily!Happy reading everyone,Kay xxxx[image error]
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETOKay was also nominated as the Best Erotica Writer in 2013 and 2014.Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep(Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am(Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two(Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 100 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.ukYou can follow Kay on Twitter- @kay_jaybee Facebook http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/35... Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.htmlPinterest- http://pinterest.com/kjberotica/ Amazon- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kay-Jaybee/e/B004O0S9GO/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
January 5, 2016
January 4, 2016
Are You Sexy as Hell?
Start 2016 off with a bang and indulge in the Sexy as Hell boxed set, three hot BDSM novels and three steamy spin-off stories featuring secondary characters that will blow your mind!
You can buy the first book, The Novice, for just 99c/99p or the whole boxed set - bargain! - for $3.99/£2.99
Boxed SetAmazon/Amazon UK
Sexy as Hell
What's it all about...?
Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order and they have been supplied as such within this box set. Also included in this box set are three spin-off stories to satisfy your curiosity about the colourful secondary characters.
Find out more on the Harlem Dae website, including the FREE Harlem Dae magazine.
Praise for Sexy as Hell
Long and Short Reviews - 5* - An amazing trilogy, I’d recommend this series to anyone wanting a deeply complex, incredibly intense read. These authors write everything with style, care and such talent I’m pleased to have these additions on my shelves and know I’ll read them again in the future. Not a comfortable book (or series), this nevertheless balances perfectly between too much and not quite enough. I can’t imagine anyone reading it and not wanting more, so amazing is the mix of characters, plot, kink and emotion. A marvelous read that took me to dizzying highs and terrifying lows and a series I can strongly recommend to everyone willing to step on board for the ride of a lifetime.
EFA - If you’re looking for a bit of light slap-and-tickle, this isn’t it...If you’re looking for some superbly well-written and dark BDSM erotica, you should check out Sexy as Hell. You won’t forget it in a hurry.
Reader reviews
" I absolutely loved this book, it was by far better than the 50 Shades of Grey."
" I cannot express just how much this story touched me. I've read many erotic novels and BDSM books but these ones are by far my favourites and I have recommended them to everyone I know."
"This writing duo both got me vested in the characters and made me think. They made me curious, and made me question. What they made me question is for me, just as it will be for other readers, it will be personal to them. I cannot wait to find out where Victor and Zara end up. I also want to read more from these authors! Enjoy this trek thru the psyche of not one but two main characters in this trilogy!"
"The best erotic trilogy I have ever read! FSOG and Crossfire series have nothing on these books. If you like your books a bit edgier then you should read these. I could not put them down! Lots and lots of hotness but also a love story. I loved the style of writing, seen from both characters emotions. All I can say is read and enjoy!"
Sexy as Hell is intended for adults only.
Please note The Novice was previously called The Virgin but changed after a dispute with Amazon.
Masturbation Monday
Welcome to 2016's first Masturbation Monday! Here's a few from Heat of the Day which is available for early download now from the publisher or on Amazon from 19th of January - pre-order available!
Back Cover Information
When three become two with no explanation, emotions run high, passions flare and hearts are ripped apart.
Everyone can remember a perfect summer—one with endless blue skies, a heart brimming with true love and nights full of hot, sweaty lust. Well, we’ve just had a summer like that, Piper and I, and it was spent in Spain with a man who had that certain je ne sais quoi that we couldn’t resist.
Seraphim came into our lives and blinded us with his beauty, his charisma and his exotic charm. His generosity with his mind, his affection and his body blew us away and the three of us became a joyously tangled trio who needed nothing more than to be together.
So when he left, when we had no way of tracing him, the despair was black, the pain raw and our only comfort was each other. But why did Sera leave? What would make a man walk away from his lovers? And if he showed up again on the doorstep, what the hell would happen after so much angst? One thing’s for sure, it would be an explosive reunion in many ways. Absence might make the heart grow fonder, but it can make the rest of the body highly volatile as need wars with hurt, and pain collides with desire.
Reader Advisory: This book contains M/M and M/F scenes.
Eventually they wandered up the wooden steps to their two-bedroom mobile home. They’d never slept in the second bedroom, it was just used for storage, but it meant the living area was clear for lounging. Plus they had a nice bit of decking with a BBQ that had been well used during the summer.Flynn flung open a few windows to let the heat of the day out then pulled the guitar from his back.Piper switched on the shower then proceeded to strip off her clothes.He sat and watched, absently tuning and strumming, admiring the sway of her breasts and the way her limbs moved like fluid. Even hot and tired she was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.“Play while I shower,” she said, curling her hair onto the top of her head and securing it with a pin.“Anything you wish, my lady.”She disappeared into the small bathroom.Flynn listened as the sound of the water became interrupted by her body then he started a lilting melody he knew she adored. The music flowed from his fingertips, the words rolled from his mouth in one long sound. His breathing steadied and his bones relaxed within his skin.The song was about happy times. Lovers who’d smiled then left. How goodbye was the hardest word.Halfway through he stopped. A knot of determination twisted his gut. He had to snap out of this and be thankful for the love he had. The woman who made his life the one he wanted to live.He set down his guitar then quickly shucked off his shorts. He stood in the tiny bathroom and watched Piper holding her face to the stream of water. Her hair was flattened and hung like a long, thin snake down her back. Her breasts jutted upward and her small strip of pubic hair was pressed to her flesh.He pulled off his T-shirt.His cock was hard, his heart beating fast. It was time to say goodbye to Sera, for today at least, and claim his woman.He squeezed into the shower cubicle and circled her with his arms.“Flynn,” she said, tensing a little. “I was listening to that. Why’d you stop?”“Enough listening.” He nibbled her earlobe. “Time to start doing.”She spun in his arms and pressed close. Her skin was like wet silk, her arms a slender vise as they wound around him. “Okay, so where do you want to start?” Her voice held a tone of humor.“Right here.” He slipped down to his knees. His butt touched the cool, steamy wall and he was aware of Piper also pressing against the edge of the tiny cubicle. “Open up,” he said, his mouth against her belly as he pressed his palms to her inner thighs. “Let me in.”She did as he’d asked, widening her stance.He could see the delicate folds of her pussy, the crease of her lips and the trickle of the water over her mound. He adored tasting her, making her come on his tongue, and it was what he wanted to do right now.“Flynn,” she gasped, threading her fingers into his hair. “Oh God, yes, please.”“Are you begging for it?” he asked and glanced upward.“If that’s what it takes.” She grinned sinfully and tilted her hips.He’d have taken his tongue to her whether she’d begged or not, but it was nice to know she wanted it as much as he did. He cupped her ass and speared into the crack of her lips, arrowing through sweet skin and onto her clit.“Oh yeah,” she said on a moan, her knees giving a little.He flicked some more, using the flat of his tongue against her sensitive bud. He knew how to make her come in a minute or two like this but he hadn’t yet decided whether to or not. Maybe he’d just get her desperate for it with a fast oral session then toss her onto the bed and feel her come around his cock. God, he loved that, when she was hot and wet, gripping him, spasming around him.He released her ass and sought her entrance, pushed two fingers in, rejoicing in the tight sweetness that hugged him.“Flynn…oh, fuck…I’m going to…” She hooked one leg over his shoulder.No, you’re not.He continued to work her up but lightened the touch of his tongue. He wanted to keep her hovering.She ground against him and tugged his hair. Her body was hot, writhing, frantic almost. On and on he teased and pleased. Her juices mixed with the water and the scent of soap swirled around them.“Ah, fucking hell, Flynn, don’t tease…” She pressed her heel to his back and sank her buttocks onto his cupped hand. “Let me come.”He would in a minute. But right now he was enjoying the fact that only this miniscule cubicle, the water and his tongue existed for her.
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