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My Sexy Boyfriend ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MSSAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS105

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week I have a bargain boxed set for you to grab. Brit Boys: On Boys is a set of eight super sexy novellas that includes my story The Chase and for this weekend you can grab it for just 99c/99p. All stories are written by British authors, characters are British and the locations are in the British Isles so you can really get a feel for the UK when you start reading. 

Here's a snippet from The Chase.
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Steve's killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.

Their toes touched. They were both breathing hard, the air misting between them.“I need...” Robert whispered.“What?” Steve asked again, knowing full well what Robert needed—and it was the same thing as him.“I need to kiss you. So long...for so long I’ve wanted to kiss you again, Steve. Please.”“Yes, kiss me, fuck...” Steve clenched his fists, bunching Robert’s jacket. “Kiss me now.”Robert kind of groaned then ducked his head and claimed Steve’s mouth.Steve opened up and let Robert’s tongue sweep between his lips. A blizzard of remembered sensations blustered through this mind. The taste of Robert—beer, heat and raw maleness—the texture of his mouth, the determination of his tongue. It all sent Steve crazy with want.Robert released his face and wrapped Steve into his arms.Steve sagged into him, glad of the support and feeling like he’d come home. Why the hell had they been denying themselves this?Robert broke the kiss. “Fuck,” he said, grinning.



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For one week only you can grab the steamy M/M boxed set, Brit Boys: On Boys at a bargain price. Immerse yourself in eight sexy novellas by eight of the hottest British M/M authors - includes my story The Chase - all characters are British and all locations are in the British Isles, go on, what are you waiting for, come be seduced by these sexy English, Welsh, Scot and Irish men... Need more convincing, check out the many 5* reviews!
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Good Manors by Victoria Blisse - Coming Soon

It has been a long time coming, but finally I have a new release to shout about and I’m very excited to have another What’s Her Secret…novel to my name. It’s Totally Bound’s best selling imprint, of course! We all love a juicy secret. We all enjoy knowing something someone else doesn’t know and watching the action unfold. India’s secret is a biggie and she tries desperately to keep it under wraps –does she succeed? You’ll have to read Good Manors to find out.
Good Manors Coming Soon.
Exclusively download from Totally Bound: 18thAugust. General release date: 15th September.



Blurb:
Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?
India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.
Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meager profits are mysteriously disappearing.
The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.
In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.
Excerpt: 
I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was walking. I never really did, it was like my shoes knew their way around the place without my brain having to give directions. So when I came body to body with a blockage I was quite easily tipped back onto my arse. And as an instinctual reaction I grabbed onto the item that had destabilized me and pulled it down on top of me.
“Oh my God, Xander, I mean, Mr. Patrick, oh shit, are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine, are you okay?”
India’s warm curves pressed me down into the soft grass. I tried not to think too much about her body so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
“Oh, yeah, yeah, nothing broken.” Her gaze kept me pinned down. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair draped forward and into my face, the pink tips tickling my nose.
I wiped it away and hooked it around the back of her ear without thinking.
“Jeez, I should get up off you, shouldn’t I?” She shook her head and scrambled backward.
I watched her breasts swaying in the bright turquoise top and coughed. I hoped she hadn’t caught me leering at her. I couldn’t help it, she fascinated me.
“Sorry, again.” She scrambled to her feet and smoothed down her long, white skirt. “Do you need a hand up?” Thrusting her hand forward, she smiled down at me.
I reached up and took the proffered fingers in mine. I attempted not to put too much of my weight on her as I scrambled up. Her fingers were smooth and delicate, her hand cool in my own. I didn’t want to let go.
“Thanks.” I grinned. “I think I should be the one apologizing. I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going, I was walking on autopilot.”
“Oh, no, no. I didn’t see you coming either. I was wrapped up in thinking about stuff to add into my article.”
“All good, I hope.” I was still holding her hand and was sure she was as aware of it as I was. I didn’t know how to let it go. I mean, clearly I knew physically what to do, but I was caught in the awkwardness of the situation. I didn’t want to be the one to let go first, I didn’t want her to think I was eager to get away. An awkward schoolboy had nothing on me. Hot cheeks, tapping foot, dried mouth. I might not be the heart and soul of a party but usually I was cool, calm, collected and able to hold a whole conversation with someone without dithering. Not with India, though.
“It’s a secret.” She winked. Squeezed my hand and let it drop. “I don’t tell anyone before it comes out in the magazine.”
Oh God, she thinks I’m an idiot.
I cringed internally. Clearly all the weird chemistry stuff was on my side only. I’d have to restrain myself.
“Sure, of course, well, I better go. I’ve got so much to do.”
I didn’t wait to hear what else she had to say. I walked off, but I might as well have run away crying. It was so obvious I was making a tactical retreat. I didn’t have time or energy to waste on being infatuated with a woman. Especially a journalist. Mum had often tried to match-make me with suitable women. She’d not even have put India down on a reserves list. I resigned myself to a life of singledom, dead on track to becoming a crazy sheep man.



Good Manors is available to pre-order now from Totally Bound!


Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://ilovesmut.uk  for more details. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse, Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk

Wattpad #wattpad #free #romance #erotica #ebook #amreading Scored by Lily Harlem

Do you have a Wattpad account? If not then why not create one? It's a great site with so many stories to lose yourself in. Currently I'm posting Scored chapter by chapter and you'll be able to read it all for free!

Sunday Snog - Scored by Lily Harlem #football #soccer #Amazon #romance #ereader #Kindle #beautifulgame

Welcome to Sunday Snog. I'm going to tease you this week but then send you off for more... here's a few from Scored my sexy soccer novel.

“I can just imagine you,” he said, tweaking my nipple through silk. “Lying on the bed, legs spread, that buzzing shaft penetrating your sweetness, getting you off, making you pant and sweat.” He paused. “Did you think of me?”Fuck yes.“Tell me,” he whispered, “Please, I want to know.”“Yes. Yes I did.”I felt his body tense and his shoulders hitched, like he was pulling in a deep breath. “And did you say my name?” He switched his attentions to the opposite breast.“Yes, over and over.”He fluttered his eyes shut and let out a long deep sigh. “Oh, fuck, that mental image of you is so hot,” he muttered.“Lewis Tate,” I said in a scolding whisper. “You’re a bad boy picturing such things in a holy place.”His eyes pinged open and his gaze trapped mine. For a split second I thought he might grin. He didn’t. “Tell me you’re not thinking them too.”“Yes, I am, but—”“But the difference is you’re not going to have zipper marks permanently imprinted on your genitals.” He shifted on the seat. “Fuck, you make me so hard.” He shook his head and muttered, “So hard it hurts.”That knowledge thrilled me utterly. “Is that so?” I ran my hand down over his chest, his abdomen, then settled it on the solid wedge of flesh at his groin that was pushing and straining against the denim.“That’s not helping.” He moaned. His face twisted and his eyes screwed up tight.“I know what will, though.”Fuck. Had I really just said that? Double fuck. Had I really just thought that? I had, and it seemed I was the biggest sinner of the lot because I didn’t care. I wanted to act on my impulse. In fact, I wasn’t sure anything could stop me. Not now the need, the desire, had flooded my brain like a tsunami.I tugged at the button on his jeans, freeing it with a quick flick of my wrist.“Nicky,” he said, parting his lips on a pant. “What are you doing?” He opened his eyes. They were dark and smoky, their normally crystal-clear depths clouded with lust.“I’m going to help you out with that zipper problem.” As I spoke I tugged down the zip on his jeans. The flesh beneath burst forward, the cotton of his briefs not as efficient at containing his cock as the denim had been.“Ah, fuck, really, here?” He hissed in a breath as I cupped his shaft through cotton.I glanced around. “We seem to be alone.”“But anyone could walk in—”I kissed him, cut off his words, the same way he had me earlier. “I somehow don’t think it will take long.” I sought the waistband of his boxers and delved inside. Bulging, heated flesh strained forward and I gripped it eagerly. Ecstatic to finally have his cock in my hand. “Now just let me down there,” I said, nodding between his knees and finding myself admiring the proud, scarlet shaft filling my palm. The head was wide and shiny and blushed with arousal.He didn’t speak, just spread his thighs and let me maneuver myself between him and the pew in front. “Keep look out,” I said, finding a prayer cushion for my knees and settling into the softness.“I’ll try.” His cheeks were flushed, his jaw tensed.


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Late Summer Sexy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MSSAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS104

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday . This week we're talking about late summer sexy. For me summer has always been about football (that's soccer to you US folk!). Having three brothers who were always kicking a football meant I had no choice but to join in, or at the very least watch from the sidelines with my mates who fancied them! So it's not a surprise that I thought of Scored when I saw this topic.

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Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after? 
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no? 
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare. 

Excerpt - Nicky is in a cathedral with Lewis, captain of the England football team, enjoying a secret moment that soon turns seriously hot...
He brushed his lips over mine. “Yes, honey, I mean this is just the start of something. Well, it is for me anyway. It’s been a long time since I’ve met anyone who’s been my last thought as I’ve gone to sleep and my first thought each morning.” Oh, fuck. Now he’s got me.  I became a puddle of romantic ideals falling toward him. Didn’t he know what kind of effect sentiments like that had on a girl? I reached for his shoulders, pressed my body to his and allowed him to kiss me into a stupor of longing. He was my every thought too. When I wasn’t with him I was thinking about being with him and when I was with him I just couldn’t get close enough.He tangled his fingers in my hair and held me firm as he kissed and explored my mouth. I let him in and melted under his touch. The way he was clasping me was so possessive, so masculine and dominant. Little thought kernels of what he could do to me, how he could make me feel, in bed, began to pop like candy in my belly. Imagine if he held me like this when he…Oh, sweet Jesus. I was getting turned on again. Shit, and in a holy place.Lewis groaned and sent kisses across my cheek, tugged my hair firmer so my head tipped, then licked and nipped at my neck. Lust shot to my pussy. It was like there was a wire from the skin on my neck to my clit and his attentions sent white-hot streaks of pleasure zapping down it.“Lewis,” I murmured, trying to move my head but unable to. I discovered that far from feeling frustrated I reveled in the hold he had on me. That fact that I couldn’t move and he was doing what he wanted to my neck was a massive turn-on.“Ah, honey, I could have fucking killed Fellows the other night. Walking away from you took every ounce of control I had.” His breath was scalding hot against my flesh and I shivered with pleasure at his heated words.“It was okay for you, though,” he went on.“What do you mean?”He released the grip on my head and brought my face level with his. “I think you know.”I swallowed. I did know.“You used it, didn’t you?”“What?”“Don’t act coy.” A slow smile spread on his face. “Because it makes me so horny to imagine you using your vibrator and thinking of me.”
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Eroticon 2015

Eroticon happened last weekend and naturally a few of us Brit Babes headed off to Bristol to join in the fun. I was lucky enough to be one of them and my partner in wine and crime was the wonderful Kd Grace.
As always the event was packed with incredibly workshops and filled with fascinating people. I adore being able to chat erotica/erotic romance from dawn till dusk with other authorly types. It's so good for my soul.
Kd helped kick off the event by joining in the panel which was discussing the state of the genre after 'that' book. Here she is being brilliant along with Remittance Girl, MK Elliot and Zak Jane Keir. The funniest moment being when Zak's top caught on the tac holding the tablecloth and she yelped "I've just stuck my tit to the table" then it was back to intense and serious discussion... of course!

The morning then became a whirlwind of picking and choosing which workshops and luckily we were kept well provided with plenty of tea and biscuits and even our own mug!

After lunch Kd and I ran our own workshop 'Crafting Creativity'. We had an inspiring bunch of attendees and kept the whole thing very relaxed. We used one of our favourite Dr Seuss quotes (yes, really) "The writer who uses more words than he needs makes a chore for the reader who reads". This kick started a talk on writing tight and how to avoid errors in those all important first few pages and what makes a book a page turner. 

Feeling high at the end of the afternoon, and with our workshop completed, we headed off to what has become a favourite haunt in Bristol - Molloy's. We were soon joined by other authors in need of lubrication including MK Elliot and F Leonora Solomon (who'd travelled all the way from the US to join in the Eroticon fun).

A quick change and a hydrating cup of tea and it was off to dinner at a sizzling Cuban restaurant on Bristol's harbour front. Plenty of food, wine and wonderful chatter, we were even entertained by beautiful dancers.


After a late night and an early start the next day of informative fun began. I adored the photography session by Molly Moore and feel inspired to dust off my camera. Learning about internet security was a great one for me as I'm not the most technical person in the world. All in all a wonderful weekend with so much information to process (including Dirty Smurfing, thanks Ashely Lister for that one LOL). I've come away full of inspiration and with the urge to sit and write, write, write.
A million thanks to Ruth for organising another brilliant event and to Kd Grace and MK Elliot for making the weekend so utterly memorable and special. And I also have to mention that it was wonderful to meet Brit Babes Street Team member, Helen. So cool to be able to put faces to all the names I see on the word wide web!
Lily x

Kd Grace and MK Elliott outside Armada House and getting ready to head home.

New 5* Review for The Silk Tie #review #GBLT #ebook #Amazon #romance

Inked Rainbow Reads has given The Silk Tie a great new 5* review.

I absolutely loved this book. The entwining of a happily married couple with a man who is going through a divorce.
It’s sexy and interesting as is normal with every other Lily Harlem book I’ve read. I can’t believe how well she portrayed the feelings each of the characters was going through at each point in the story as things change unexpectedly (or dealing with emotions that were unexpected).
Lily Harlem’s books suck you in on the first page and only release you once you have finished the story and this one is exactly the same. Each character is real and relatable.
I can’t wait for more from Lily!
Renee



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Coming Together: In Verse - Call for Submissions

- Please welcome Ashley Lister to my blog today.
There once was a writer called LilyWho wrote about sexual thrill-iesHer books are such funYou should check out each oneAnd admire what she does with her quill-y




My name’s Ashley Lister. I’m currently compiling an anthology of erotic verse and the lovely Lily Harlem has said I may do a ‘call for submission’ post here on her blog. The call for submissions is reprinted below but I’d be keen to hear from any writers or poets who think they’ve got something appropriate. If you’re stuck for inspiration on poetic forms, I keep sharing some of my favourite types over on my blog (http://ashleylisterauthor.blogspot.co.uk/). And, if you’re stuck for inspiration on what’s erotic, check out Lily Harlem’s superb backlist. 


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I'm asking for your best poems. 

Coming Together: In Verse will be a collection of erotic poetry and risqué verse edited by Ashley R Lister. Sales proceeds benefit Hope for Paws.
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.
Whether it’s blank or free verse, or a rigid rhyming metrical form, well-written poetry can touch us in places deeper and more personally than any fiction. There's nothing sexier than a poem that speaks to us on such an intimate level.
Author, lecturer and occasional performance poet, Ashley R Lister, is looking for your best pieces of original poetry, erotic verse, risqué rhymes, cheeky cinquains or saucy sonnets. The collection will contain a broad range of quality erotic poetry submissions, from the rude, ribald and vulgar through to the suggestive, sensuous and sensitive.
Standard Rules apply: No underage, no non-consensual, no scat, incest, or necrophilia. Any pairings or groupings accepted and encouraged.
Deadline for submissions is October 1, 2015.
Send poems double-spaced, 12 point font (Times New Roman or Georgia) in .doc or .rtf format to me@ashleylister.co.uk, with “ATTN: Coming Together, your pen-name, your story title” in the subject line. British English grammar please. Double quotes around dialogue.
Only submit your final, best version of the poem; do not send multiple versions of the same piece. Up to three poems will be considered from each author. Include your legal name (and pseudonym if applicable and be clear which one is which), mailing address, and up to 250 word bio. You will be notified as to the status of your poem by no later than November 1, 2015.

This is a charity anthology. Contributors will receive ebook copies of the publication. Additional compensation is likely to come in karma and tax-write offs. Hope for Paws will benefit from all proceeds. Hope for Paws is a non-profit animal rescue organisation. They rescue dogs (and other animals) who are suffering on the streets and in shelters. Their goal is to educate people on the importance of companion animals in our society. Find out more at hopeforpaws.org.

Such a great cause, Ashley. This is my rescue dog (who we've had for eight years now) having a lovely time climbing mountains in the Brecon Beacons last Christmas. We've only ever had rescue dogs, there's something so rewarding about giving a home to a soul that's had a rough start in life.
Right, now I must start penning poems, I hope you all will to.
Lily x

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