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Back Lot Beauties Blog Hop

Hello and welcome to the Back Lot Beauties Blog Hop. Keep reading to be in with a chance to win an ebook copy of my MMF novel The Glass Knot.
If this is your first time stopping by my blog then I extend to you a big hello. As you can see from the side bar on the right of this post I have many, many books for you to choose from if you're looking for something sexy and romantic. I don't spare the details, the bedroom door is left well and truly open so expect to find out exactly how the hero performs when things get sweaty and naked!
My latest release is Muscling In. It's a novel about a married couple who invite a third into their relationship. But Edward isn't a random stranger, Coben and he had a wild and intense 'secret' relationship when they were in the military together...


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 going to share the entire prologue of Muscling In with you today - it's been described by a reviewer as the 'hottest prologue I've ever read' so you have been warned! It's MM though the book has many MF scenes as well as MFM and MMF, basically  Muscling In has a bit of everything!
Prologue
Coben Wright paced to the far wall of his small room and stared at the wall—it was nothing fancy, bricks painted standard issue green, likely with a standard issue paintbrush by a standard issue decorator.His shoulders were tense, his guts tight and a weight tugged at his cock and balls. He pushed out a breath and shoved his hands through his hair, kept them there, pulling at the roots and with his elbows pointing outward.He’d be here soon.Or so they’d planned.But perhaps something had come up? Maybe he hadn’t been able to get away or walk in this direction without being seen.He couldn’t be seen. That was non-negotiable. It meant mission abort.Because they couldn’t arouse suspicion, not after all this time of being so careful and of keeping what they felt for each other under wraps. Sure, they’d had a couple of close calls but they’d been lucky. They were watertight, solid. They were in the clear.Coben turned and strode to his bed. He sat and rested his palms on the scratchy gray blanket. He’d be glad to get out of military digs and enjoy home comforts on a daily basis rather than just when he was on leave. His parents’ house in Surrey might be a bit chintzy and covered in cat hair, but it was warm, soft and peaceful. A direct contrast to the last ten years he’d spent in the Royal Air Force, and until he found his own place, a flowery suburban bungalow would more than do.He tapped his foot on the floor. Then, irritated by seeing his dull khaki socks, he jiggled his knee.Damn. He hoped Edward hadn’t run into a serious plan changer on his way from West Two Wing. What if he didn’t get here? Coben would go insane with need. It would tear his heart in two. Okay, so this was the last time they’d be together, but still, it had to happen. They couldn’t leave it like this. Hanging, dangling, no goodbyes, no kiss, no fuck...Tap.Coben sprang to his feet. A shot of adrenaline went through his system. Just one quiet knock was their signal.Edward had arrived.He dashed to the door and pulled it open.Edward had a dark green cap pulled low, and his shoulders were hunched. He didn’t say anything, just stepped past Coben into the room.Coben stuck his head out and glanced left and right. The long corridor was empty.Good.He quickly shut the two of them off from the world and flicked the lock. As he turned to Edward he dragged in a deep breath, enjoying the smells his visitor had brought with him—the outdoors, spiced musk, pine needles...man.A fresh wave of arousal shot through Coben. Edward’s scent always did that to him. Combined with how his presence filled a room with so much more than just his physical size, fuck, he was enough to turn a straight man gay.And Coben had been straight. When he’d joined the military he’d enjoyed many a happy romp with gorgeous girls, in the plural on a few memorable occasions in Hong Kong. But now...now he’d had Edward in his life, he definitely had to tick the bisexual box. Because there was no doubt about it. He found this rough-and-ready soldier really fucking hot. Really fucking irresistible.Edward tugged off his cap and tossed it to the one chair in the room, which sat beside a skinny-legged desk. It landed on the hook of the straight back. Perfect shot. He scraped his hand over his crew cut and frowned. “Couldn’t get away from Walker. Can talk the bloody hind leg off a donkey, that one.”“Yeah,” Coben agreed, walking up to him. “But you did. Get away, that is.”“Wasn’t going to miss saying goodbye to you, was I?” His voice was gruffer than usual, likely because it was brimming with emotion. He normally flashed a smile as soon as they were alone, but not this time. This was goodbye.Coben felt a stab in his heart. He wished this wasn’t the end of what they had, but they’d been through it many times. They had to move on, get on with their own lives now. He’d be in civvy street and Edward would be working in his new position in special forces.There was no way they could carry on this thing, whatever it was. It would be too damn complicated.Edward reached out and held Coben’s face, his palms rough on his cheeks. He clasped him beneath his jaw with his thumbs and stared at Coben with fiery intensity in his eyes.“Have you found out...I mean, when you go, that is?” Coben asked.“Yes.”“When?”Edward hesitated. “Soon.”“Where?”“Somewhere.”Coben’s breath caught his throat. Of course, Edward was no longer allowed to divulge such information. The Official Secrets Act prevented him from giving out any details, even to other members of the military. And there was no way Coben had that level of clearance, not now he was on his last few days of service. At one time he had, but not anymore. That hurt. It did. But he squashed it down. No time for pain.“You’ll be careful, won’t you?”“Always.” Edward leaned forward and swiped his lips over Coben’s. “I’ll always be careful.”“Don’t take risks.”“I can’t guarantee that, but they’ll be calculated ones.”“And with the odds in your favor.” Coben couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to Edward. Even if he wasn’t in his life, he wanted to go about his days knowing Edward was okay, that he still walked on the planet—somewhere.“Yeah, something like that.” Edward smirked.Damn, there was that smile. Coben felt like he’d won every medal, prize and award whenever he was the recipient of it. Edward was everything he’d ever wanted in a bed partner of the same sex— sexy, dark, protective and brimming with passion.He pressed his body against Edward’s, shoving his hard cock, through his trousers, into Edward’s groin. “So...” he said breathily.“So what?” Edward asked, parting his lips and holding Coben’s face tighter, his fingers pressing into his temples.“So exactly how are we going to do this?” Coben took hold of Edward’s forearms, feeling the sinewy tendons and bulked muscle beneath his sweater. The heat of Edward’s breath warmed his face.“Do what?” Edward dropped his knees a fraction, then ground upward so their cocks rubbed together.Coben held in a groan. Fuck. He was so turned on. “How,” he managed, “are we going to say goodbye?”The right side of Edward’s mouth twitched. “Oh, don’t you worry,” he said. “I’ve got it all planned out. I’m going to show you exactly how we’re going to say goodbye and you’ll never forget it.”“That goes without saying and—”Edward smashed his mouth down on Coben’s. His tongue plundered between his lips and he dragged him close.Coben groaned and wound his arms around Edward’s body, delighting in the sculpted contours of his shoulders and the heat that blasted through the material of his clothes. He gave as good as he got, slicking his tongue over Edward’s, pressing their lips together and pulling closer still.Edward spread the heated kisses over his cheek. He smoothed his hand down his neck and cupped his pectoral muscles as though they were breasts. “I hope you have the stamina for more than once,” he said gruffly, “because I don’t think one unload is going to be enough to keep me going until the day I die.”“Don’t talk about the day you die,” Coben said, tipping his head back so Edward could lick the column of his throat. “And besides, you’ll find a new lover.”“Yeah, one day...but it won’t be you. This memory has to keep my fantasies alive.”Emotion stung Coben’s eyes and he squeezed them shut.Edward slid his hands lower and undid the top button on Coben’s combats. He gripped the zip. “You’re so fucking hard. This zipper’s going to fucking split.”“Tell me about it.”Slowly Edward drew down the zip.It sat directly over Coben’s shaft and he could make out each set of teeth freeing. “Ah, fuck...” he murmured, frustrated by the slow speed but relishing the anticipation.“Yeah, we’ll fuck in a minute...but first.” Edward sank to his knees.Coben looked at the top of Edward’s head. He could just make out his scalp through his short hair. Shit, if he was going to...then he wasn’t sure how much stamina he’d have. Edward had a hot, talented mouth and could deep throat for England.“Big, hungry soldier,” Edward murmured in a sinfully sexy voice. The zipper was completely down and he took hold of the waistband of the combats and tugged, pulling them and Coben’s boxer briefs to his knees.Coben’s cock sprang free. He moaned, glad to be relieved of the constraints of clothing. “Edward...”Edward glanced up at him through hooded eyelids. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, then took hold of Coben’s cock.Locking his knees, Coben tensed his abdominal muscles and steadied himself. The touch of Edward’s hand could almost be his undoing. Scorching heat, rough palms, a steady squeeze...“You ready?” Edward asked.“Yeah.” Coben nodded, once.Edward leaned forward, stretched his mouth into a large O and took the head of Coben’s cock onto his moist tongue.Breath held, Coben’s chest expanded and his heart rate sped up.Reaching around Coben with his free hand, Edward grabbed his left buttock and squeezed.Coben stared as Edward sank onto him, feeding his cock into his mouth. He watched as his shaft disappeared. On and on Edward took him. No messing about, no teasing, just a long, luscious ride to the very base of his throat.Once seated fully, Edward’s lips hovering near his pubic hair, Coben blew out a breath through gritted teeth. It felt so damn good. Edward’s grooved palate was pressed up against his glans, his tongue hugging the length of him.He unclenched his fists and rested his hands on Edward’s sharp hair.Edward swallowed, the action tugging the tip of Coben’s cock. “Ah...yeah...” Coben gasped. “More.”Edward did as he’d asked.Coben groaned. He adored that sensation. It was only a small movement, delicate, but it sent a powerful zing of pleasure through his cock to his balls. He held still for a moment, summoning control. Then he pulled back, watching his saliva-coated shaft emerge. Tightening his grip on Edward’s head, he smoothed back in, full depth.Edward took him, urged him deeper still by gripping both of his buttocks and pulling him closer.“Fuck...really...” Coben said, wondering how the hell Edward could tolerate him so far down his gullet. He’d never get blown like this again. Edward’s talents were unique.Again he pulled almost out, pushed back in. Faster this time, enjoying the tight seal of Edward’s lips around his cock. “I’m gonna...fuck your mouth.”Edward didn’t answer but he nipped the flesh on Coben’s ass, digging his fingertips in like pincers.Coben gasped, the nip of pain adding to his cresting pleasure. He swung his hips forward with more vigor. Dragged them back again, forging in and out of Edward, who huffed and puffed but took it all.“Get ready,” he managed. His balls were so tight, packed into his body, almost painful with their need to release. “Oh, God...it’s here...” He gave in to the moment, let the cum surge free, shoot up his dick and into Edward’s throat.He gripped Edward’s head, making sure he was lodged as deep as possible as he came.Edward swallowed, creating that heavenly tugging as he took what Coben gave him.“Ah...ah...yeah...” Coben said, then bit his bottom lip. He couldn’t make too much noise. What if someone was walking past? But damn he wanted to scream his pleasure, let Edward know how fucking fantastic he made him feel.He withdrew, steamed back in, more cum shooting from his cockhead. He squeezed his eyes shut and committed this moment to memory. It would be wank fodder in the months to come.A final spurt of release flooded Edward’s mouth. Coben stilled. A full-body tremble attacked him. Gently he stroked Edward’s hair. “Thank you.”Edward released his buttocks and drew back. He caught Coben’s shaft in his hand and looked up at him. “No thanks necessary.” He wiped the back of his forearm over his mouth and stood. “My pleasure.”“You want me to return the favor?” Coben grinned and cupped his hand over Edward’s cock. It was surging against the material of his combats, the glorious width and girth easy to feel.“Nah,” Edward shook his head, “I’ve got other ideas for you.” “That sounds interesting. I...oh—”Coben was now staring at the blanket on his bed. Edward had spun him around and tipped him over.He fisted the sheet and again locked his knees.“My dick needs your ass,” Edward said, palming Coben’s buttocks and pushing them apart. “Now.”“Okay...yes, do it...”“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Edward kind of chuckled but it was deep and strained. “I will.”Coben heard the hurried whoosh of Edward’s zipper, then the rustle of material as he shucked down his pants. He glanced between his torso and his underarm and caught a glimpse of Edward’s big, circumcised cock arrowed toward him.“Keep still,” Edward said. “I fucking need you so bad.”He glanced at his own cock, softer now that he’d come but still at half-mast. “Get inside me.”Edward ran his cool, lubed fingers down the cleft of Coben’s buttocks. “So fucking hot to see you like this,” he said, finding the center of Coben’s hole and pushing in, knuckle deep.Coben shut his eyes and relished this initial invasion. He felt tight, taut, and guessed it was the intensity of this, their last time, making him tense.“Open up.” Edward’s voice was almost a growl. “More.” He added another digit and swirled his fingertips over Coben’s sensitive internal spot.“Ah, yeah...” Coben said, a fresh wave of arousal darting through him.“I’m not feeling patient. This hard-on fucking hurts.” Edward stretched his fingers wide, scissoring them and in turn parting Coben’s hole.The burn was intoxicating. Coben wanted more. “Do it. Just fucking fuck me.” He twitched his hips from side to side, then bucked back, forcing himself onto Edward’s fingers.“Greedy bastard,” Edward said, pulling out. Instantly his cock was at Coben’s pucker. He gripped Coben about the waist, a vicelike hold, then pushed in.Coben opened his mouth but no words came out. The width of Edward always took a moment to adjust to. Fuck it felt good, though—hot, edgy, blissful.Edward eased in farther until the flared head of his glans popped inside Coben. He held it there.“I thought...you were...going to...fuck me...” Coben managed breathlessly.“I am.” Edward suddenly tunneled to full depth, fast, hard, until his balls bashed up against Coben’s.Coben again bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from crying out.Edward was silent except for his grunting breaths. He pulled back, slammed in again, keeping Coben exactly where he wanted him. Coben hung his head and allowed himself to be used like a fuck toy. On and on Edward blasted in and out of him, smoothing over his prostate, drawing Coben to another full-blown erection. But he wasn’t going to come again, not this time.Edward was on the edge, his cock so thick and hard. “I’m coming,” Edward said on a gasp. “I’m coming in your sexy fucking...soldier...ass.” He punctuated the last words with wild thrusts.“Yes, yes...”Edward reached forward, gripped Coben’s shoulders and pulled him back, impaling him onto his cock.“Yeah. Ah, it’s here...”Coben gripped his own cock and squeezed. He didn’t want to climax again, not yet. This would even them up. Then they could fuck some more, soon...“Yeah,” Edward said, slamming to the hilt and freezing. “That...is...it.”Coben was aware of the cock in his ass pulsing through release, filling him with spunk. He groaned, adoring being so possessed, so needed, so fucking fucked.“Ah, bloody hell,” Edward groaned.“Shh,” Coben whispered. “Shh...”Edward went silent, though the vibrations of sheer pleasure emanating from him went through Coben’s body.Coben clenched his sphincter, squeezing the big cock in there. “Oh God...Cobe,” Edward said, releasing Coben’s shoulders.“Yeah.” He palmed Coben’s buttocks and rotated the flesh, stretching his cleft, then bunching the soft orbs around his cock. “Does your ass feel well and truly fucked?”“Do you even need to ask?”Edward kind of chuckled as he began to withdraw.Coben held his breath. He enjoyed this bit, the feel of a sated cock slipping from his body.Once the length had popped out, he exhaled a long, low breath. His brow was hot and his heart racing—he could hear the beat of his pulse in his ears.“Fuck, that was good,” Edward said, flopping onto the bed with his feet on the floor.“Yeah, not bad for starters.” Coben leaned over him and pressed a kiss on his lips.“I might need a couple of minutes before the main course.” “That’s fine, we’re not in any rush.”“No, we’re not.” He gave a languid grin.Coben set about removing Edward’s boots and socks. He tugged off his trousers and folded them over the back of the chair. Aware of Edward watching his every move and his gaze following him around the room, Coben was also conscious that Edward’s cock was at full hardness again and tapping his belly. Turning to the bed, enjoying the attention, he peeled off his t- shirt. He tensed his abs, knowing he looked good. He was a man in the prime of his life. At optimum fitness. His strength had been honed in the gym and he was a skilled fighter, marksman and computer software expert.“Gonna miss that sight,” Edward said, running his gaze fromthe tip of Coben’s head to his toes, hovering his attention on his cock. “Yeah, I know what you mean?” Coben gave Edward, who was only half-naked, the same languid once-over.Edward tapped the bed. “Come here, big boy.”Coben didn’t need asking twice. He slipped into Edward’s embrace, settled his face by his neck and breathed in his delicious sex-sweat smell.Edward tangled their legs together and stroked down the gutter of Coben’s spine, tapping over each vertebrae as though memorizing every detail. “You excited about getting on with your new life?”“Yeah, it will be cool.” Coben hesitated. “To be my own boss, not have to answer to anyone. Forgotten what that’s like.”Edward huffed. “I still say it’s a loss for the Air Force.” He paused. “And me.”“I know, but...”“Yeah, yeah, you’ve given Queen and Country your best years and now you want to go it alone.”“I can make it work.” Coben propped onto his elbow. “Cyber security is big business now, what with all the hacking and the threats from terror organizations and—”“I get it, Cobe. Believe me, I get it...” He ran his hand over Coben’s head as though soothing him. “And I know you’ll be in demand, crazy fucking demand because of your experience. You’ll have the upper edge on all those other techno geeks out there because you’re ex-military.”“Are you calling me a geek?” Coben pulled a mock angry expression.“Might be?”Coben reared up, then flung himself on top of Edward, grabbing his wrists and pinning them over his head. Their cocks pressed against each other.A flash of excitement passed over Edward’s face and he parted his lips as air huffed from his lungs.Coben knew Edward could have a damn good go at shaking him off, but he didn’t think his lover wanted him to go anywhere.“How many geeks can pin down big, bad SAS men?”“Only you.”“Yeah, and don’t you forget it.” Coben dipped his head and kissed him. He was enjoying having Edward beneath him—hot, sexy, tough Edward all surrendered and pliant.As they kissed, their shafts swelled against each other. Coben rocked his hips.Edward groaned into his mouth.“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Coben said, then tugged Edward’s bottom lip with his teeth. “Mmm...” Edward smiled.Coben released him.“Do it,” Edward said. “Lube’s here.” He shifted his arms. Coben unpinned his wrists and sat back on his haunches, between Edward’s legs.Edward slipped his hand beneath the pillow and retrieved the lube. He passed it to Coben, a look of barely controlled patience on his face.Coben wasn’t feeling very patient himself. But he didn’t want to rush this—it was too special. He hooked his hands beneath Edward’s thick thighs, the right of which was heavy with tattoo, and parted his legs wider.Edward curled forward and took his own cock in his hand, began to slowly work his shaft.Coben adored watching Edward touch himself—the way his big fingers curled around his thick girth, how the tendons in his wrists shifted beneath the skin, the blocks of muscles rippling in his belly.Quickly Coben coated the tips of his fingers with lube. He lifted Edward’s weighty balls upward, then skimmed over his hole.“Yes,” Edward hissed, shutting his eyes. He clenched his teeth and a muscle flexed in his jaw.Coben sought purchase, then eased into the dark heat. “More...” Edward demanded. “More...”He added another finger, loving seeing how Edward opened for him. “I will always have more for you.”“We both know...that’s not true.” Edward opened his eyes.“This is it. This, now...”Coben tried to ignore the stab of pain in his heart. He didn’t want this moment spoiled by remembering it was their last night together. “Shh...” He frowned. “Just lie back and enjoy.”Edward did as instructed. He relaxed his shoulders onto the bed again and his head melted against the pillow.Coben set up a steady rhythm, fucking him with his fingers and being sure to swipe over his prostate on each ride inward.Edward groaned as a tremor trekked over his body. His knees tightened against Coben’s torso.Coben’s cock was hard and needy. As he continued to work Edward he slathered some lube over his own glans. He was becoming eager for the main event. He wanted to be inside Edward, feel him hugging his erection, gripping his root, noose-like. He wanted to see his face, for the last time, as he penetrated to full depth.He pushed another finger into the gripping hole.Edward groaned and tossed his head left to right.A coil of lust unwound within Coben and he pushed in faster, harder, knuckle deep.“Ah fuck...” Edward said, screwing up his nose. “Get in me. Fuck, I don’t want to come with your fingers.” He stared at Coben. “I want to come with your fucking cock.”“Yes.” Coben withdrew. He quickly shuffled so his cock was lined up with Edward’s hole.Edward drew up his legs, clutching the back of his thighs and tilting his pelvis.The tip of Coben’s slippery cock took aim. Then he slid forward a fraction, relishing the almost impossibly tiny space he was about to ram into.“Do it.”He did. He forged forward, opening Edward around his meaty shaft. The head of his dick disappearing from view. He didn’t pause. He rammed to full depth until their balls slapped together.“Argh...” Edward arched his neck and cried out. “Argh...”Coben quickly whacked his left hand over Edward’s mouth. “Shh...fucking hell, shut up.”Edward stared up at him, his mouth parted behind Coben’s palm, the echoes of the cry trapped. His eyes were wide.Coben smiled, but it was strained. The temptation to just tip into a wild, animalistic fuck was almost too much. “You gonna be quiet?”Edward nodded and shut his eyes. When Coben removed his hand he was panting hard. “So...fucking...good.”“Yes...” Coben withdrew a little, then smoothed back in.A groan rumbled up from Edward’s chest but he kept it contained.“That’s it,” Coben soothed. “Just feel, just enjoy. No rush.”“No rush.” Edward reached for Coben. He pulled him into a kiss and held him close.Coben rocked his hips, loving the feeling of being so deep, of having Edward’s arms and legs wrapped around him. They were almost one person. So close, so together.On and on they kissed, fucked, cocks straining as they held back orgasm. Coben felt like his balls were on fire and as though his skin was alive with hungry need for Edward. He could feel Edward’s cock trapped between their abdomens. It was stiff and bloated, craving release.“It’s time to come,” he said. “I can’t...keep it...in...”“Me neither...come.” Again Edward clasped Coben’s face, holding him still and staring into his eyes. “Come, come in me. Claim me forever.”Those words were Coben’s undoing. Cum gushed from him into Edward. He withdrew, barged back in. More release emptied from him.Ropes of cum slicked between them—Edward’s undoing. They fed off each other, swallowed each other’s moans and grunts of ecstasy. Clung with more fervor to shoulders and faces, limbs tangling with torsos.Coben had never felt so happy. He’d never felt so sad. How could this be the end? How could this sweet sin be so wrong they had to throw in the towel on their relationship?He shut his eyes and held back a tear. This was it. By the time he’d caught his breath the bliss of being inside Edward, the man he’d loved for the last year, would have come to an end.They’d part.Forever.And forever was a long fucking time.



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Lily x

10 Questions about Rule Breaker

I've been interviewed by Happy Ever After about Rule Breaker and my quirky writing habits. Check it out...


Rule Breaker
Locks, keys and prison bars can’t contain a love that’s meant to roam wild and free, but when that love is let loose, will Lacey be able to handle what’s heading her way?
Rules are meant to protect the innocent and keep danger at bay—except for me. The lines blur, and it all started when I met the ultimate bad boy. But is he? Miller Davenport might be big, bad and brimming with sin but he’s confessed his crimes and for ten years he’s served his time and walked the line.
Everyone deserves a second chance, right? And as his nurse—the one person who understands him—I can’t help but count the days till we can be together properly, without guards watching over us and without every look and word we share censored.
When that day comes, though, will our desire for each other explode and take me to the new heights he’s promised? And if so, how will I survive such intensity?
One thing is for sure. With Miller I’ll be whisked up in a whirlwind of his dark energy and a tornado of his lust, and likely taken to the very edge of what I can handle. I can’t help a few nerves, though, as release day approaches, because if it all comes crashing down, who can I depend on when I’ve ridden into the sunset with a man who’s broken all the rules? Will I be saved or will I have pushed everyone and everything too far?
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Mid Week Tease #MWTease

Welcome to Mid Week Tease. Here's a few from Rule Breaker my steamy new MF erotic romance.



“You should get naked,” he said as he pushed at his own trousers and stepped out of them. He then tossed his T-shirt aside so he was wearing only tight black boxers. A sinful smile tugged at his lips.
My belly went tight and my nipples peaked against my bra. A tremble set up home way down deep in my belly and the cool air of the bedroom seemed to intensify it. The tiny tremors went down my thighs and up my spine. God, I wanted him.
I stripped to my bra and knickers.
“You see these,” Miller said, undoing the thick tasseled ropes that held the curtains back at the end of the four-poster bed. “I’m going to use them, on you.”
“To do what?” I asked, tipping my chin and placing my hands on my hips. I tried to project extreme confidence, though the truth was curiosity and a few nerves were creeping up on me.
“To tie your arms, to the posts. I want you at my mercy. I want your total, undivided, unhindered trust.” He held one of the long ropes between us and snapped it straight and taut.
I pulled in a breath and studied the sturdy fibers.
“I want you to give everything up,” he went on, “and allow me to control your pleasure, your orgasm, how and when you come.”
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry and that tremble intensifying. “Yes, that’s what I want.”
Bloody hell. Only days before this guy hadn’t been trusted to be in the same room as me alone, yet now he wanted to tie me up, take away any chance I had of defending myself and fuck me any which way he decided.
“You know I won’t do anything you don’t love, hen.” He frowned slightly, as though guessing my thoughts didn’t tally with my words. “I promise. It’s all good.”
I looked at the bedposts. They were wide, far apart. My arms wouldn’t reach them but the ropes were long. They’d do the job of making up the distance. “Yes,” I said, that fluttery, throw-caution-to-the-wind feeling blustering around me, then lifting me high. I wanted more high. More daring. More of everything. No regrets. “Let’s do it.”

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Romancing the Book Interview

I've been interviewed at Romancing the Book, come on over for a chat!

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday and wow, I'm loving this weeks' prompt, it makes me think of gorgeous Victor from the Sexy as Hell trilogy when he's all churned up over Zara and her wicked games.

Sexy as Hell: 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.

This is an excerpt from book 3, The Vixen (it includes fisting so if that's not your thing you've been warned) when Victor and Zara are attending a masked ball in Venice. They've slipped away to fight some of Zara's demons...


Zara’s pussy was damp and spread before me, her labia moist with want, her entrance a small, rosy hole inviting me in. But my hand? Really?I’d said I would go along with it, but I wasn’t as sure as I’d sounded. She felt pretty snug down there when I fucked her, and my cock was not as thick as my whole hand.Her scent wafted upwards. Musky and spiced, the smell made my dick go from a semi to a full hard-on in seconds. Everything about Zara turned me on. Even when she pushed me to my limits and made me question my sanity.I drew my attention to her mask, wishing to heck and back that I could see her face. But that wasn’t the deal, or was it?“Your mask,” I said, “take it off. I need to see you.”“But I—”“You didn’t wear a mask in the shed, you don’t need one now.” I used my best Master voice. Taking the decision from her—or so I hoped.For a second I didn’t think she’d obey, but then she lifted her hands and took off the mask, set it on the small table she could just reach. Her cheeks were glowing, her lips looked freshly licked, and her eyes, they sparkled with desire.Did she desire me? Did she desire my hand? Or did she desire me to fight her past?I guessed it was a combination of all three—at least I hoped it was.Carefully, I slid my fingers over her pussy, spreading her juice and then circling her clit. She arched on the bed, shifted her hips and murmured my name.I reached for the lube, smothered her rippling folds with it, smiling behind my mask when she gasped at the coldness. She was so soft, like liquid silk, and warm, too, blood temperature. I pushed one finger inside her, exploring the ridges and pillows of her entrance.My mouth watered. I’d never truly got to taste her, to lap at her flavour—one swift lick did not make an oral session in my book. Since I’d refused to that one time it had been off the menu.“Victor, talk to me,” she said. “I need to hear your voice.”“I love you,” I said. “Let me inside you, let me make you feel good and full and like you can never get me out of your mind, body and soul.” I added another finger, worked lube into her and over my hand. Small squelching noises filled the room. Zara groaned and shut her eyes.“You feel so perfect,” I said, “hot and warm and tight and as though you’ve been made especially to fit me. In fact, I believe you were, Zara Watson, made just for me, that is. Everything about you is in tune with me. Our lives were meant to cross, twine together, it was set out in the stars many years ago that this is where we’d be tonight.”“With you about to…?”“Yes, with me about to do this.” She was supple now, her pussy taking three fingers easily, and she was wet—dripping, sopping wet.I shifted, my cock so swollen it ached and strained against my zip.“Yes, yes,” she said, slipping her hand down and fretting her clit.“No,” I said. “That’s not for you to do.” I pushed her hand away and set my index and middle finger of my free hand over her clit, pressed, not too hard, just enough to make her groan. I then rubbed, very gently, knowing it would set her on a slow burn to desperation.I created the same pointed shape with my fingers she’d shown me and began to press into her pussy. Slowly, gently, small thrusting movements that claimed a little more depth each time.“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well, taking me, inviting me in,” I said. “Zara, look at me, see where we are, who you’re with.”She opened her eyes, stared at me. At my mask.“Who do you see?” I asked.“You, Victor, wearing a mask.”“That’s right, it’s me, the man who loves you. Now just relax some more, take me in.”She was so warm and lush, stretching around my hand. I was knuckle deep now, her tender pink flesh stretched taut.“Oh, God,” she said, a quiver attacking her belly and trembling through her mound.I kept up my firm pressure on her clit.“Is it feeling good?” I asked, sending a quick prayer heavenward that it was.“Yes, oh, Master, yes, I’m yours.”“And I’m yours, this is how it is now. Me and you, no one else.”She blew out a long, low breath, and I was aware of some give, took advantage and forced my hand into her. My knuckles disappeared; I could feel her cervix, smooth and hard on my fingertips, the walls of her entrance clamping around me.“Ah, ah…” she panted.“That’s it, fight those demons. Take pleasure from me owning you this way.” Damn, I didn’t think she could stretch much more, her pussy was so extended.“Give me more, Victor. I want more from you, more than they gave me, please.”“Does it feel nice?” I had to ask.“Yes, fuck yes, it feels incredible. Oh, and what…oh, fuck, what you’re doing to my clit, too, at the same time… Please, Victor, give me more, give me it all.”“You want me to push in?”“Yes.” She thrashed her head from side to side, reached for her breasts and squeezed them roughly through her dress. “Yes, yes, yes.”Fuck, it was working. I was sure it was. Glad the lube had seeped to my wrist, I pushed in further. Her insides shifted to accommodate me, and blistering heat, unbelievable tightness, surrounded my hand.“Victor,” she cried out. “Oh, Victor, fuck…” She was staring straight at me, wide-eyed and slack-mouthed.I could take it no more. I yanked at my mask, flung it to the floor then dropped my mouth over her clit. Suckled, laved, pulled her swollen bead onto my tongue.Even when I’d been in her arse or her pussy with my cock, I’d never felt as in her as I did now.Her body jerked, my hand moving with the canting of her hips.“Ah, oh, fuck, please, I don’t know if I can…” she cried.She didn’t know if she could orgasm with my hand in her? She could. I knew damn well she could because I’d hold her together, like I had that other time.“Come,” I said, pausing in my lapping. “Come and trust me to be here with you, loving you, adoring you.”“Oh, but…” She stared down at me, released one breast and jammed her fingers into my hair. “But, Victor, you don’t know… I don’t know if I can…”She didn’t finish, so I didn’t press. Now was a time for action, not words. She was close, so close. I worked her up, felt her tense, freeze, teeter on the cliff of ecstasy.Still I kept going, circling the tip of my tongue over her clit. She grabbed in a breath, held it deep and then toppled into bliss with an ethereal wail.He pussy hammered around my hand, a long sequence of powerful contractions that threatened to stop the blood supply to my fingers—so hard, so potent, a violent force.She wailed again. Bucked. Lifted off the bed.I carried on laving at her clit with the flat of my tongue. Staying with her, taking her through to the completion of her orgasm. Riding the wave. But still her internal muscles clamped around me, the force that had seized her not abating.I slipped my free hand to her lower back, supported her torso, squeezed her close. I was aware of her legs fastening around my shoulders, bracketing me into her.“Oh, it’s so much, too much,” she sobbed, gripping my hair, yanking it to the point of pain. I was sure she’d removed several clumps but I didn’t care. I kept on worshipping her clit.As wild as it had been, she stilled suddenly. Her legs relaxed and her hold on my hair slackened. Quivers and tremors still held her pussy hostage, and I felt every single wonderful one of them as I finally lifted my face from her.She blew out a long breath; it held a pleasure-soaked sigh and the sound gave me a warm feeling in my chest. Her back relaxed against my embrace, falling heavy on my arm, and I licked my lips, revelling in her delicious flavour.Carefully I withdrew my hand, slowly, allowing her pussy to close in its wake. I then kissed her entrance, her small folds of skin, circled my tongue over her clit again and dropped a lingering kiss to her bare mound.“Victor,” she gasped. “Victor. Oh, my God.”I moved over her, gathered her into my arms and tucked her face into my neck. “Shh,” I whispered, tangling our legs. “Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”She shook and trembled. I held her tighter. Had I gone too far? She hadn’t asked me to make her come, only that I put my hand in her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have. Maybe that had caused her more trauma than what I was trying to fix.“Are you all right?” I asked, kissing her hair, swiping the lube off my hand onto my trousers then smoothing her hair.She lifted her face from my neck and stroked her finger down my cheek. “Yes, that was perfect. How did you know?”“Know what?”“That an orgasm while being so full, of you, was just what I needed to get rid of Conner’s memory.”

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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week my novella Spicing it Up released as an individual ebook - it also features in the Over the Knee anthology - so I thought I'd share a moment with you from this hot story about Ginger Figging!


“What is that, Sir? That requires ginger in it?”“Guess.” He took a small knife from the drawer and began to peel the fibrous root.The spicy scent drifted toward Cassandra, making her think of Christmas and mulled wine and dunking biscuits in tea after long walks through the woods.“I don’t know if I can guess, Sir.”He set the now peeled root on the chopping board. He began to carve and sculpt, shaping the ginger and removing all but the longest protrusion. “Well?”“I’m sorry, Sir.” She shrugged and shook her head. “I really don’t know.”“What does it remind you of?”“A... A carrot?”“Yes, I suppose it does. But I didn’t mean another vegetable. I meant what does it remind you of that I have in my special cupboard.”Special cupboard? That was where he kept floggers and whips, bondage straps, ball gags, vibrators, wands, lubes, handcuffs, butt plugs... Butt plugs.She swallowed—her throat suddenly tight. Yes, that’s what it reminded her of—a butt plug. He’d carved it to the same conical, tapered shape. It even had a ridge at the bottom that would, if inserted there, stop it going too deep.“Good girl,” he said, tipping his head and smiling. “You’ve got it, haven’t you?”She nodded. “Yes, it’s a butt plug, isn’t it, Sir?”“Yes. It is.” He held it up to the light and spun it in his fingers. Its moist surface shone and a few fibrous strands hung from it. “And, my darling girl, it’s going to heat you up from the inside out in the most delightful way.”


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Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.
Cassandra lives by a set of rules that both thrill and complete her. Having Master Raif attend her every need in and out of the bedroom is perfection. She trusts him absolutely, and he wields his power over her with a great sense of responsibility.
But when he announces an erotic new way to spice up their after-dinner party she can’t help having a few nerves. Really? That? There? And would it feel good?
There is only one thing for it, and that’s to smile through the evening and let the anticipation build. When it finally happens and she gets what’s coming to her, Cassandra knows she’ll never look at spice the same way again. The heat is intense, the burn scorching, and her Master takes her to new highs that make her sizzle with satisfaction.


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Coming Together in Verse

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Coming Together in Verse is a collection of poems to titillate and thrill, all proceeds go to the charity Hope for Paws. I have a poem, An Orgy of Collectives, nestled in these pages. With thanks to Ashley Lister for including my fledgling attempts at verse and for his hard work putting together a book for a cause that's close to my heart.
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Erica Jong said, “Poetry is what we turn to in the most emotional moments of our lives – when a beloved friend dies, when a baby is born, when we fall in love.” Wallace Stevens said, “A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.” Edgar Allan Poe said, “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.” Most of us agree, when it comes to expressing passion, there is nothing more effective than poetry. 
THE POETS: Ashley R Lister, Alessia Brio, Victoria Blisse, Rachel Woe, Janine Ashbless, Liv Honeywell, AJ Chilson, Roy Clements, Katy J, Ashe Barker, Lisa Bower, PJ Bayliss, Geneva Rose, Jay Willowbay, Slave Nano, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee, KD Grace, Norbert Gora, IG Fredrick, Jade A Waters, Adrea Kore, Bella Settarra, Okami No Koga, Daniel Davis, Joanna Harrington-Cruise, Sophia Sophia, Le Petite Mortimer, Eleanor Meadows, Angell Brooks, L Hollamby, Blacksilk, CA Bell, Ian Jade, Tamsin Flowers, Ruby Red, Colin Davies, Desmond Field, Rachel McGladdery

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 I have an interracial M/M erotic romance, Dark Warrior, set in Africa. I adored writing it and was particularly inspired by photographs of Kenya. Here's a few...




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While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep. 
Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik. 
Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he? 
No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night. 
Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them. 
Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.


I've also been lucky enough to travel to Africa recently, here's a few pictures of some of the beautiful creatures I saw while out on a safari drive with Mr H.

Water Buffalo

White Rhino - they had an armed guard!

Zebra crossing!




My favourite, the giraffe, so majestic and gentle.


Excerpt from Dark Warrior
“Fuck,” Leo said, coming to an abrupt stop. “You scared the shit out of me.”“What? Why?”“Going under for all that time.”“I wasn’t under long. I was just checking my nets.”“Nets?”“Yes. I have captured us some dinner, for tonight.” He held up a black stringy bag that contained two writhing silver fish.Leo grinned. “Looks good.” He pushed backward, moving to the bank where he could stand.“They will be. I will cook them for you,” Malik said, following.Once at the bank, Malik tied the fish bag to a twisted root so that the creatures were still in the water. “They will stay fresh like this. Until we have built up our appetite again.”“Mmm, I think we should start working on that soon.” Leo could stand now and the water sat at his waist. The sun on his wet skin tingled and he relished feeling cool for the first time all day.“I agree,” Malik said, coming to stand next to him. “In fact, I think we should start right now.” He leaned forward and kissed Leo—a long, deep kiss that included lots of tongue and a close cuddle.Leo’s cock pressed up against Malik’s abdomen. Just contact with his flesh, even in the cold water, had blood rushing to Leo’s shaft. God, he needed this man.Malik slid his hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Leo’s erection.Leo broke the kiss. “Damn, I love you touching me. Every time feels like the first time.” “That was hot. That first time, in your room. I had to detour on the way home.”“You did?” Leo moved his hips in time with the slow, steady rub of Malik’s hand on his cock.“Yeah, I had to find a quiet spot and relieve myself. My dick was about to explode.” “And you thought of me?” Leo asked, struggling now not to flutter his eyes shut. The sensation of Malik’s hand on him in the water was blissful—enough to turn him on but not enough to have him coming.“Of course I thought of you. You’re all I have thought of, Leo, since the first moment I saw you.”“Really?”“Yes, really.” Malik leaned in. He kissed Leo’s cheek then around to his ear.Leo could hear and feel his hot breaths. He clutched Malik’s wet shoulders and held on. “And now,” Malik murmured, “I’m going to fuck you again.”“Yes,” Leo said on a sigh. “Yes, please, that’s what I want. No, I need it. I need you to fuck me, Malik. Now.”“And what my Leo needs, is what my Leo has.”Malik released Leo’s dick but took hold of his hand. Leo noticed that Malik was erect and ready to go again.“Come, this way.” He led Leo to a big, hippopotamus-shaped rock on the bank. Next to it was a manmade rug of some sort.“What’s this?” Leo asked, his wet cock tapping against his abdomen and his retracted balls making walking a little awkward.“It’s a reed bed,” Malik said. “I told you. I want you to be comfortable while you are here.”Leo nodded. He was struggling to stay calm. He wanted to just bend over the rock and offer himself open to Malik. He didn’t need reed mats. But Malik, despite his promises, seemed in no rush to get the fucking started.“Lie down. Facing upwards,” Malik ordered. “I will be right back. Don’t start anything without me.”Summoning patience, Leo did as Malik had asked, stretching out on the soft reeds that rustled beneath his back and buttocks. He stared up at the perfect sky again and resisted the temptation to play with himself. Instead, he took several deep breaths and clenched his arsehole, hoping that he’d soon have something to clench around.Suddenly Malik’s face filled his vision. “Good,” he said, dropping to his knees and kissing Leo. “You waited.”“It wasn’t easy.”Malik straightened and he let his gaze linger over Leo, head to toe. He seemed to be visually drinking him up, committing every detail of Leo’s body to memory. He reached out and traced Leo’s nipples, first one then the other, with his fingertips.Leo shuddered, desire racing through him. His nipples peaked and tightened, his stomach tensed.“I like your pale hair, here,” Malik whispered, bending forward and snaking his tongue through the small triangle of blond hair that sat over Leo’s sternum. “It’s so delicate.”“Mmm...” Leo managed, shifting his hips.“And also this bit, here,” Malik said, sitting up again but letting his touch wander to Leo’s navel then wind through his pubic hair.His knuckles brushed Leo’s straining cock and Leo jerked.“Steady, boy,” Malik murmured, slipping lower and cupping Leo’s balls. “I’m going to take you exactly where you want to go.”



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Out Today - Spicing it Up, my scorching hot 'ginger figging' short story that features in the Over the Knee anthology. You can now purchase it as an individual read.
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Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.
Cassandra lives by a set of rules that both thrill and complete her. Having Master Raif attend her every need in and out of the bedroom is perfection. She trusts him absolutely, and he wields his power over her with a great sense of responsibility.
But when he announces an erotic new way to spice up their after-dinner party she can’t help having a few nerves. Really? That? There? And would it feel good?
There is only one thing for it, and that’s to smile through the evening and let the anticipation build. When it finally happens and she gets what’s coming to her, Cassandra knows she’ll never look at spice the same way again. The heat is intense, the burn scorching, and her Master takes her to new highs that make her sizzle with satisfaction.

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