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March 10, 2015
Breathe You In - Release date 13th March
My novel Breathe You In is due for release this Friday. I self-published Breathe You In a few years ago and it was named a USA Today Reviewer's Recommended Read of 2013. It's now been picked up by my publisher Totally Bound, revamped, has a new cover, and an extra chapter. It's also going to be available in paperback. Check out it's lovely video too...
Blurb
Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.
If the road to heaven starts in hell, then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline, he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy—because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.
Available for early download NOW at Totally Bound but will be available from all good ebook retailers on Friday 13th March.
Want more? Find out all the gossip about Breathe You In HERE and read an excerpt too.
Blurb
Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.
If the road to heaven starts in hell, then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline, he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy—because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.
Available for early download NOW at Totally Bound but will be available from all good ebook retailers on Friday 13th March.
Want more? Find out all the gossip about Breathe You In HERE and read an excerpt too.
March 9, 2015
Special Guest - Kay Jaybee
Please welcome my good friend, fellow author and Brit Babe, Kay Jaybee to my blog today...
Let’s Enter ‘The New Room’Kay Jaybee
Many thanks to Lily for letting me creak open the door to my New Room on her blog today.
I suggest you all wrap up warm if you feel brave enough to walk across the threshold with my “perfect submissive”, Miss Jess Sanders...
Blurb
Miss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotels adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.
With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the new room.
Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and with the assistance of her colleagues, Lee and Sam, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for...at freezing temperatures.With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond...
****
When Xcite asked me to write a novella length finale to The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place), I didn’t hesitate before saying yes. I’d been really sad to say goodbye to Jess, Miss Sarah, Sam, Mrs Peters, and the staff from the Fables Hotel special adult entertainment department. It was only after I’d agreed that I sat down (with my habitual black coffee to hand) and realised that I had never considered continuing the story before. Knowing Her Place had ended in a very definite way- where on earth could I take Jess next without being repetitive?
It took several cups of coffee, a bar of chocolate, and a chat with a few members of the Brit Babes Street Team before the plot fully formed itself in my head. Having taken on many travels before, I wanted her to stay at home, within the Fables Hotel- but I didn’t want to use any of the five rooms that I’d previously explored- the medical bay, the dungeon, the school room, the Victorian study and the mysterious White room. There was only one real solution- Mrs Peters, Jess’s manageress, would have to get the builders in. It was time for the Fables Hotel to have a brand new room.
As you’ll know if you’ve read any of the Perfect Submissive books, just an ordinary room would never be enough of a challenge for Jess. I had to give any space she entered an edge... in this case, a very chilly edge.
Here’s an extract! (I’d put a coat on before reading if I was you...)Her instructions had been to go through the door, walk three paces forward, and then stand and wait inside the fifth floor’s latest facility. Frost crusted over Jess’ shoulders, and the dampness of anticipation that gathered at her crotch prickled as it chilled against her surrounding’s winter-like caress. Her eyes stung as she blinked into the stark brightness of the space, but as Jess’ hands had been secured behind her back, she couldn’t wipe them to stop them watering. As the submissive looked about her, she saw that not only could the discerning paying guest at the hotel enjoy the delights of a pseudo-school room, a Victorian study, a dungeon, a medical bay, and the intimidating White Room, they could now experience icy arousal in a fairy-tale style snow grotto. The ceiling and walls had been studded with crystals and draped with shimmering chiffon fabric that took away the room’s rectangular proportions, making the space feel cavernous. Tiny silver fairylights sparkled like glitter, while genuine ice granules clung to every surface, including the fake snow that made a distinct crunch beneath Jess’ strappy silver heels. Having been stripped of all her clothes by a silent Mrs Peters, prior to being thrust through the new room’s threshold, Jess had been surprised when she’d been allowed her to keep her shoes on.Now she understood why. Only the heavy silver and green velvet robe that had been hung around her naked shoulders gave the submissive any level of protection against the all-invading cold.If she’d had to stand on bare feet in the room, even after all her endurance training, Jess wouldn’t have lasted for more than a few minutes before she had frost bitten soles and toes. Surveying her surroundings more thoroughly, Jess was just contemplating how easy it would be to hide instruments of sexual play and deprivation between the fake cavern walls and the real walls when she became aware of the sound of a faint hum. The distinct brrring vibration of a refrigeration unit. No wonder it was so cold; the room was a freezer. A freezer that held nothing but two chairs, which had been placed in the very centre of the frost-crisped pseudo-cave. One seat was more like a fairytale throne than a chair. Made of wrought iron and painted silver, its high back was decorated with intricate butterfly and flower shapes. Well padded with plush, silver satin cushions over the back and seat, Jess already knew it was far too comfortable to have been placed in the room for her to use. The chair to the throne’s right was stark by comparison. Wooden and straight backed it had been painted a plan white, and held neither ornamentation nor cushions. That’s where I’ll have to sit, Jess thought, if I’m permitted to sit at all. The crunch of snow being scraped behind her told Jess that someone had opened the door. She didn’t turn round to see who it as. She knew better than that. A pair of hands came to her shoulders, but the heavy fabric of her cloak prevented Jess from being able to tell whose grip it was. Mrs Peters had told her this was to be the first staff training session in this room; therefore the hands had to belong to a member of the Fables staff. The tone of the breathing behind her, combined with the size of the handhold, informed Jess the newcomer was male. That meant it had to be either Master Lee Philips, the barman and occasional helper on the fifth floor, or Mr Sam Wheeler, Mrs Peters’ personal slave, business partner, and artist. The hands didn’t move from their position on Jess’ shoulders as the whirr of the generator was abruptly drowned out by the activation of some ethereal music from a speaker hidden in the folds of the fake ceiling. The haunting Celtic lyrics drifted into Jess’ ears, adding to the eerie atmosphere and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as the unknown person stepped closer to her back. With each fresh second that passed, Jess had the uneasy feeling that she’d walked into the throne room of the Snow Queen – a wicked Snow Queen. The masculine hands moved slowly. The confidence of touch that Jess had come to recognise from the men on the Fables staff was missing. As the palms slid down her arms, ducking beneath her cloak, the visitor took each of the submissive’s tethered wrists in his hands, and briskly marched Jess forward. The submissive’s mind raced. Who is this man?
****I hope that warmed you up a little bit!
If you’d like to read more, then you can buy The New Room in e-format from-
Amazon UK
Amazon
The New Room is best enjoyed if you have already read The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, which is available as either individual book (e-book or paperback) or in a box set (ebook only) from all good suppliers, including-
Amazon UK Amazon
Thanks again for letting me come and play today Lily!
Happy reading,Kay xx
Bio-
Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.
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 Oneand 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 http:// www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor
Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
Let’s Enter ‘The New Room’Kay Jaybee
Many thanks to Lily for letting me creak open the door to my New Room on her blog today.
I suggest you all wrap up warm if you feel brave enough to walk across the threshold with my “perfect submissive”, Miss Jess Sanders...
Blurb
Miss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotels adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.
With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the new room.
Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and with the assistance of her colleagues, Lee and Sam, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for...at freezing temperatures.With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond...
****
When Xcite asked me to write a novella length finale to The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place), I didn’t hesitate before saying yes. I’d been really sad to say goodbye to Jess, Miss Sarah, Sam, Mrs Peters, and the staff from the Fables Hotel special adult entertainment department. It was only after I’d agreed that I sat down (with my habitual black coffee to hand) and realised that I had never considered continuing the story before. Knowing Her Place had ended in a very definite way- where on earth could I take Jess next without being repetitive?
It took several cups of coffee, a bar of chocolate, and a chat with a few members of the Brit Babes Street Team before the plot fully formed itself in my head. Having taken on many travels before, I wanted her to stay at home, within the Fables Hotel- but I didn’t want to use any of the five rooms that I’d previously explored- the medical bay, the dungeon, the school room, the Victorian study and the mysterious White room. There was only one real solution- Mrs Peters, Jess’s manageress, would have to get the builders in. It was time for the Fables Hotel to have a brand new room.
As you’ll know if you’ve read any of the Perfect Submissive books, just an ordinary room would never be enough of a challenge for Jess. I had to give any space she entered an edge... in this case, a very chilly edge.
Here’s an extract! (I’d put a coat on before reading if I was you...)Her instructions had been to go through the door, walk three paces forward, and then stand and wait inside the fifth floor’s latest facility. Frost crusted over Jess’ shoulders, and the dampness of anticipation that gathered at her crotch prickled as it chilled against her surrounding’s winter-like caress. Her eyes stung as she blinked into the stark brightness of the space, but as Jess’ hands had been secured behind her back, she couldn’t wipe them to stop them watering. As the submissive looked about her, she saw that not only could the discerning paying guest at the hotel enjoy the delights of a pseudo-school room, a Victorian study, a dungeon, a medical bay, and the intimidating White Room, they could now experience icy arousal in a fairy-tale style snow grotto. The ceiling and walls had been studded with crystals and draped with shimmering chiffon fabric that took away the room’s rectangular proportions, making the space feel cavernous. Tiny silver fairylights sparkled like glitter, while genuine ice granules clung to every surface, including the fake snow that made a distinct crunch beneath Jess’ strappy silver heels. Having been stripped of all her clothes by a silent Mrs Peters, prior to being thrust through the new room’s threshold, Jess had been surprised when she’d been allowed her to keep her shoes on.Now she understood why. Only the heavy silver and green velvet robe that had been hung around her naked shoulders gave the submissive any level of protection against the all-invading cold.If she’d had to stand on bare feet in the room, even after all her endurance training, Jess wouldn’t have lasted for more than a few minutes before she had frost bitten soles and toes. Surveying her surroundings more thoroughly, Jess was just contemplating how easy it would be to hide instruments of sexual play and deprivation between the fake cavern walls and the real walls when she became aware of the sound of a faint hum. The distinct brrring vibration of a refrigeration unit. No wonder it was so cold; the room was a freezer. A freezer that held nothing but two chairs, which had been placed in the very centre of the frost-crisped pseudo-cave. One seat was more like a fairytale throne than a chair. Made of wrought iron and painted silver, its high back was decorated with intricate butterfly and flower shapes. Well padded with plush, silver satin cushions over the back and seat, Jess already knew it was far too comfortable to have been placed in the room for her to use. The chair to the throne’s right was stark by comparison. Wooden and straight backed it had been painted a plan white, and held neither ornamentation nor cushions. That’s where I’ll have to sit, Jess thought, if I’m permitted to sit at all. The crunch of snow being scraped behind her told Jess that someone had opened the door. She didn’t turn round to see who it as. She knew better than that. A pair of hands came to her shoulders, but the heavy fabric of her cloak prevented Jess from being able to tell whose grip it was. Mrs Peters had told her this was to be the first staff training session in this room; therefore the hands had to belong to a member of the Fables staff. The tone of the breathing behind her, combined with the size of the handhold, informed Jess the newcomer was male. That meant it had to be either Master Lee Philips, the barman and occasional helper on the fifth floor, or Mr Sam Wheeler, Mrs Peters’ personal slave, business partner, and artist. The hands didn’t move from their position on Jess’ shoulders as the whirr of the generator was abruptly drowned out by the activation of some ethereal music from a speaker hidden in the folds of the fake ceiling. The haunting Celtic lyrics drifted into Jess’ ears, adding to the eerie atmosphere and making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as the unknown person stepped closer to her back. With each fresh second that passed, Jess had the uneasy feeling that she’d walked into the throne room of the Snow Queen – a wicked Snow Queen. The masculine hands moved slowly. The confidence of touch that Jess had come to recognise from the men on the Fables staff was missing. As the palms slid down her arms, ducking beneath her cloak, the visitor took each of the submissive’s tethered wrists in his hands, and briskly marched Jess forward. The submissive’s mind raced. Who is this man?
****I hope that warmed you up a little bit!
If you’d like to read more, then you can buy The New Room in e-format from-
Amazon UK
Amazon
The New Room is best enjoyed if you have already read The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, which is available as either individual book (e-book or paperback) or in a box set (ebook only) from all good suppliers, including-
Amazon UK Amazon
Thanks again for letting me come and play today Lily!
Happy reading,Kay xx
Bio-
Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.
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 Oneand 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 http:// www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor
Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
March 7, 2015
Sunday Snog
Hello and welcome to Sunday Snog This week a smooch from my new BDSM novel, In Expert Hands.
Blurb
Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.
Snog
“Please,” he said. “Leave that on. For a little while longer.”“The collar?”“Yes.”“Okay.” She took hold of the top bow that held the front of her outfit together. He wanted the collar on but would he object to her removing the dress? She didn’t think so but she couldn’t be sure—predictability didn’t go on Kane Ward’s résumé.But she’d take the chance. For the sake of her sanity, she’d offer him what she thought he wanted, hoped he needed. Even if it meant her ass cheeks got a beating—which didn’t sound like a wholly unpleasant option, even if it was a bit scary.She tugged and the ribbon slid free.Kane shut his eyes. His lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.For a few seconds she thought he would stay that way but then he opened his eyes and stared straight at her. He tipped his chin upward. His expression was stern.Her heart rate skittered, but Imogen continued to pull the lace, threading it through the eyelets. The dress relaxed around her breasts, and air washed over her cleavage as it was revealed.“Imogen,” Kane said breathily, with a slight frown marring his brow.“What?” she asked. Damn, was she reading this all wrong? Well, it was too late now, the dress was coming off. Another few tugs and the straps would slip down her arms and it would pool at the floor around her feet.“I want you,” he said hoarsely.He did. Thank God.“And I want you.” She paused. “And if you need to bend me over, tie me up, hit my backside to get off then I’m willing to try it.” She would, right now, for him. If it was what he needed.He reached for her face, his fingers gentle on her cheeks. “Baby,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. “I have my kinks, no doubt about that, but not tonight. Not this first time with you.”She held onto his forearms.He was tense, the muscles and tendons taut and sinewy.“But I thought—” she started.“You thought wrong.” He touched his mouth to hers. It was a gentle, respectful kiss, no tongues, just lips pressing together. He pulled back a fraction and stared into her eyes.“I did.” She curled her toes on the carpet and was aware of the dress slipping until the straps caught halfway down her upper arms. “I thought wrong?”“Yes. Because sometimes…” He glanced downward, at her breasts partly exposed now by the gape in her outfit.“Because what?”“Because sometimes vanilla is the best flavor.” He slid his touch from her face to her shoulders then to her arms. “Sometimes vanilla is the only flavor that will do, Imogen.”“Vanilla?”“No spanking, no bondage. Just us.”She let out a breath she hadn’t known had trapped itself in her throat. “Okay.” She could handle that. Maybe it would be for the best. This time at least.She released his arms and allowed the straps to fall. The entire dress landed on the floor. She kicked it aside, aware of her naked breasts swaying as she moved.He rubbed the tip of his finger over his left eyebrow and stared down at her. He pressed his teeth into his bottom lip.Imogen forced herself still. All the times she’d fantasized about Kane she’d never envisioned this moment. Wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black knickers in a top-class suite in New York hadn’t entered her imagination. Nor had the thought that he’d be into bondage and floggers.Yet now it couldn’t be more perfect.“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Even more so than I thought possible.”Her nipples were tight, hard peaks and the tiny hairs on her arms prickled. A warmth went through her at his words—he thought she was beautiful.“Turn around,” he said.
Buy Links
Amazon Amazon UK
In Expert Hands has a spin-off short story In Safe Hands which features Kane's brother, Taylor. You can find In Safe Hands nestled within the pages of Sexy Just Got Rich a Brit Babes Anthology.
March 6, 2015
Sexy Me Once ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS82
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week a few from Breathe You In which is due out on the 13th of March in ebook and paperback but available now for early download from Totally Bound.
He raised his head, stared down at me. A devilish smile curled his lips. “Say that again.”“What?” I pushed his flopping hair back from his forehead.“What you just asked me to do.”Ah, he likes dirty talk. I can do that. “Fuck me, Ruben, fuck me now, make me come, make me scream your name.”“Oh, Jesus.” His mouth went slack. “Get naked.” He reached for his top, yanked it off, his face now a picture of urgency.I did the same with my T-shirt, wriggling on the sofa then tossing the material aside.He dipped his head to my chest, tugging at my bra.“Oi! Get a room!” shouted a deep, bellowing but distanced voice through the window.We both froze.“Shit,” Ruben said, screening my body with his. “What the…?”I looked outside. Not thirty feet from the flat was a huge basket with two men in it. A massive flame burned bright behind them, sending an orange glow over their bodies. They wore flat caps but didn’t look particularly old—one had a black moustache, the other was holding a rope.“I have got a bloody room,” Ruben shouted. “Bugger off!”
Blurb for Breathe You In
Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.
If the road to heaven starts in hell, then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline, he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy—because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.
Totally Bound - available now for publisher's exclusive early download.
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #BDSM #erotica #romance #ebook
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a few from my BDSM novel that's absolutely bursting with spankings - In Expert Hands.
She watched him move into another cubicle. This one contained what appeared to be a board that a person could be strapped onto.Kane released a lever and pushed the top of the board. The whole thing tipped, completely, so that if anyone had been on it they’d be upside down.“What the…?” she murmured, wondering how a head rush could be erotic.“This,” Kane said, “is very popular and you shouldn’t rule it out until you’ve tried it.”“Jesus, you want me to have a headache all night? That’s hardly going to be conducive to sexy times.” As she’d spoken she knew full well she’d been out of line. Not only had she not tagged Sir onto the end, she’d stared right at him.He pressed his lips together and his chest expanded. In ten big strides he was beside her.Suddenly, Imogen found herself in exactly the position she’d just scorned—inverted.He’d tipped her over his knee as he’d sat hastily on the nearest sofa.“Hey,” she gasped, the world turning upside down and her hair falling over her face and sweeping onto the floor. “What…?”“I gave you plenty of warning,” he said, clamping her legs between his and pressing between her shoulder blades.A hard whack landed on her ass, then another and another.“What the…? Ow…” She squirmed and tried to protect her ass with her hands.He pushed them away and continued to rain slaps over her leather-clad buttocks.
In Expert Hands has a spin-off short story in Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires Anthology that features Kane's equally kinky brother, Taylor Ward.
March 5, 2015
Lily Harlem Library
Check out my library on the Brit Babes Blog. There's a list of all my books and their pairings (MM MF MFM MMF etc) and sub-genres.
March 4, 2015
Erotic World Book Day! #EWBD
Erotic World Book Day is an exciting event that is taking place today! There is a slew of spectacular prizes up for grabs, and I’m sure you will want to get in on that action! Click here to learn more from Cara Sutra.But that’s not all! In addition to the EWBD festivities, there will be a brand new erotic anthology available. All profits will benefit Brook, a wonderful organization that provides free and confidential sexual health services and advice for young people under 25. Learn more by visiting their website www.brook.org.uk.The anthology is titled “An Intimate Education” and here is a sneak peek at the fantastic cover, created by Kev Blisse:
Erotic World Book Day is a collaborative effort, initiated by Emily Dubberley, founder of Cliterati.co.uk and Scarlet Magazine, and author of 28 non-fiction sex books and one erotic novel, Blue Mondays. Other key members of the group include award-winning sex writer Cara Sutra, Smut UK founders, Victoria and Kev Blisse, and erotic author Rebecca Black.Authors who contributed stories to the anthology include: Cara Sutra, Lexie Bay, Tabitha Rayne, Kay Jaybee, Madeline Moore, Lucy Felthouse, Victoria Blisse, myself and more. The link to purchase “An Intimate Education” will be revealed during Erotic World Book Day, which kicks off at 7:00 pm on Facebook.
Please join us!Lily x
Many thanks to Totally Bound for offering this amazing discount!
March 3, 2015
March 2, 2015
Competition!!!!
Hello gorgeous readers!!Today I have a message from Brit Babes Land. We have an amazing competition for you to enter – with some totally INCREDIBLE sex toy prizes, all thanks to our lovely friends at Ann Summers.
THE TITILLATING TITLE COMPETITION!!Can you think of the perfect title for an erotic novel? The ideal name for a steaming story?
All you need to do is make up the title of a book you’d really love to see written one day. Head on over to the Brit Babes blog to ENTER -leave the title in comments along with your email address.
The closing date is 17th March.
The winners will be chosen by a crack team of erotica writers. (The Brit Babes!!)
The overall winner, who suggests the title we like the most will win the Ultimate Rampant Rabbit Set from Ann Summers
And the runner up will win the Noir Naughty Gift Set….
SO GET THOSE THINKING CAPS ON!
Good luck…Love Lily and the Babes xx
