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Our Sexy Little Words ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to this weeks My Sexy Saturday. The theme is the sexy things lovers say to each other before during and after making love. Here's a few from my MMF novel The Silk Tie.

He paused and glanced at his iPhone, seemingly oblivious to me watching him, then he placed that and his keys and wallet on the dresser.Pushing my hand through my hair, I continued to study him closely.He tugged the shirt from his suit trousers and let it hang open while he unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops.I swallowed and stared at the thin strip of leather hanging in his hands. That would be fairly efficient at tying me up, too.He glanced upwards at me. His lips parted but he didn’t speak. He looked from me to the belt that had harnessed my attention and back at me.I raised my gaze to his and tilted my head.He shut his mouth and his lips twitched into a half-smile.“Really?” he asked.I shrugged, playing it cool. “Really what?”“You really want this belt?” He stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the deep-pile carpet.“I want you but if you can think of something fun to do with that belt…” I paused and pressed my wrists together, “then perhaps you should just do it.”He held the both ends of the belt and snapped it straight. The dark, excited look in his eyes was thrilling and beyond sexy.

To read all the sexy scenes in The Silk Tie please purchase from Amazon/Amazon UK

Burning Rubber - Available Now!

My bad ass biker story, Burning Rubber, isn't due for general release until 2nd of January, but if you head on over to the publisher, Totally Bound, you can grab your copy now!

When trouble rides into town, what girl can resist the ultimate bad boy?
Handling men isn’t an issue for me. I’m not a girly girl and my best friends are the machines I spend my days fixing, tweaking and servicing. So when the Wild Angels roll onto my forecourt and need my help, I’m happy to be of assistance.
But I’ve always been a magnet for trouble and when the leader of the pack, Gid, questions my ability, I can’t help the sassy backchat. Seems it doesn’t bother him too much and before I know it, I’m climbing onto his beast and hanging on for the ride.
Bad ass guys like him don’t come without baggage, though, and it seems he wants to get rid of mine. Who am I to complain when it means revenge is hot, his body is hotter and we leave a trail of burning rubber as we head into the sunset? Biker girl, me? I guess it’s in the blood.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene involving mild breath play.
Publisher's Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Wild Angels anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.

The Telegraph Interview with Lily Harlem

With the Bad Sex in Fiction Awards upon us I got a call from a reporter at The Telegraph - one of the UK's largest newspapers - asking for my thoughts on where the nominees had gone wrong. I was a little daunted at first, some of the writer's up for the not-so-prestigious-award are really pretty awesome (until it comes to sex scenes) but I soon got into my stride and I'm pleased with the final result.
Here's is the article.

Out Now – Multi-Orgasmic: A Collection of Erotic Short Stories by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #erotic #ebook #ku #kindleunlimited

Blurb:
From the pen of award-winning erotica author Lucy Felthouse comes a collection of short stories and flash fiction sure to hit the spot.
There’s something for everyone nestling between the pages of this sexy anthology. From spanking to voyeurism, bondage to pegging, solo loving to ménage, with a sprinkling of femdom, maledom and magic, fans of M/F erotic stories will soon discover why this book is described as multi-orgasmic.
Enjoy twenty one titillating tales, over 52,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.
Please note: Many of the stories in this book have been previously published in anthologies and online, but three of the tales are brand new and never-seen-before!
Buy links:
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Excerpt:
Private Jesse Bagnall glowered and muttered to himself all the way to the mess. He’d just been bawled out by Corporal Roxanne Grey—yet again—and he was getting seriously fed up of it. He knew he wasn’t perfect in the drill exercises, but then nor were any of the other guys. It was like she was singling him out and aiming all her abuse in his direction. Being shouted at was to be expected in the army—it was almost part of the job description—but Corporal Grey’s attitude was bordering on discriminatory, and he didn’t know what to do about it. Especially without looking like a total pussy.Spotting some of his closest friends at a table towards the back of the mess, he caught the eye of one of them—Matt Kay—raised a hand in greeting, then got in line for his food.Several minutes later he loaded his cup of tea onto his tray along with everything else and headed over to where he’d seen Matt and the boys. Hopefully they’d take his mind off the Queen Bitch. They were always game for a laugh.“All right, lads?” he said, sliding his tray onto the table and taking a seat.There were mumbles of assent.“Yeah,” replied Ed Patterson. “You?”“Yeah, I suppose.”Ed raised an eyebrow, and the other men turned their attention to Jesse, too. “Well,” Ed said, “that wasn’t very convincing. What’s up, mate?”Jesse sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s the drill instructor.”His friends exchanged confused looks. “Care to elaborate?” Matt said.Not wanting to look like a wimp in front of his mates, Jesse changed his tone. But once he had, the anger took over him. “She’s a fucking bitch, that’s what!”The confused expressions turned to surprised ones.“I’m fed up of her treating me like a twat. I know it’s her job to bawl us out, but she takes it too far. I do my fucking best, work my arse off, and it’s still not good enough for her.”He barely noticed the gazes of his friends shifting slightly, and carried on regardless. “She definitely picks on me more than everyone else. As though I’ve seen sitting on my arse when everyone else is killing themselves to get it right. She’s just being a complete and utter bitch. Bitch face fucking Grey!”Matt cleared his throat, to no avail.“You know what her problem is?” Jesse continued. “She needs a fucking good shag, she does. That might cheer the miserable cow up. Mind you, Christ knows what man would be brave enough to go there. She’d probably bite your cock off as soon as suck it.”As the red mist of his anger dissipated, Jesse finally clocked the reactions of the other men around his table. They weren’t at all what he’d expected. Ed and Matt looked mighty chagrined, staring at a point over his left shoulder. Private Graham Pilgrim had actually put his head down and begun to bang it on the table.A cold trickle of dread ran down his back, and he turned, wondering which of his superiors had heard his rant.Fuck. It was none other than the target of his diatribe.Corporal Roxanne Grey stood, her arms crossed, one high-heeled foot tapping on the floor. Her facial expression was as far from impressed as it was possible to be.Coolly, she said, “Bagnall. Guard room, now.”Jesse’s heart sunk into his heavy-duty boots, and he had to resist the temptation to drop his gaze to the floor. His buddies would never let him live it down. He had to do as the woman said otherwise he’d be guilty of insubordination, but he was going to do it in the manliest way possible.Turning back to the table, he sneaked a quick glance at each of his friends in turn, hoping his expression looked irritated, not shit scared, which was what he really was. Standing, he left his lunch tray where it was and followed Corporal Grey out of the mess, across the yard and into the scruffy-looking building that was the guard room. God, the government really needed to put some money into this place—it certainly didn’t give off the air of tough professionalism that the personnel were expected to show.Opening the door, Corporal Grey stood aside and ushered him in, before following him and shutting the door behind them and twisting the lock. The room was empty. She moved to sit in a chair, and motioned him to take another one.“I suppose you know why you’re here?”“Yes, ma’am. My unforgiveable words and actions back in the mess.” Now it was just the two of them, he could grovel as much as he felt necessary without worrying about losing face.“Hmm. Yes. But actually, it’s more the reasoning behind the words that I’m interested in.”“W—what do you mean?”“You mentioned that you feel like I pick on you, more than I do anyone else during drill instruction. As though you’re sitting on your arse, I do believe were your words.”Jesse fought the colour coming to his face, and failed miserably. “Y—yes, ma’am.”“Do I really make you feel that way? Or were you just having a whinge to your mates? Tell me honestly, please.”The anger had gone from her tone, and her expression was open, expectant. She really and truly wanted him to be honest. He opened and closed his mouth—not unlike a fish—a couple of times, before clearing his throat and attempting to form an answer. It didn’t help that, now she’d stopped screaming at him and was actually being quite pleasant, he’d come to the conclusion that she was hot. Even in her army uniform, she looked feminine, as though she was hiding a delicious body underneath all that olive green.“O—okay then. Yes, you do. Ever since you turned up to drill us in preparation for the parade, you’ve made me feel like a useless sack of shit. I know it’s important, God do I know, and I want to get it right, but I really am trying my best. I’m giving this my all, and it seems as though it’s just not good enough for you. Some of the other guys are worse than me, and you don’t come down on them like a ton of bricks. Maybe just half a ton.” He smiled weakly, hoping she’d realise he was joking.A tiny smile played at the corners of the corporal’s lips. “Would it make you feel any better if I told you why I’m doing it? Shouting at you more than the others, I mean.”“Um, I guess it depends on what you’re going to say. I’m really not as shit as some of the other guys.”“I know. But…” She got to her feet and moved to stand in front of Jesse. Leaning down and placing her hands on the arms of his chair, she continued. “Let’s just say I’m trying not to let my true feelings show. If people found out how much I want you, I don’t think it would go down too well.”“W—want me? You want me?” His heart pounded, and his brain raced to keep up with what she was saying. Did she really mean what he thought she meant? Was there a way he could have misunderstood her words? He didn’t think so. “You mean, like, want me in the sex way?” He knew his phrasing was ridiculous, but he couldn’t think of anything better right at that moment. His brain was too fried.Corporal Grey laughed, her blue eyes sparkling as crinkles appeared in their corners. It was adorable and sexy all at once, and Jesse’s cock surprised him by hardening.“Yes,” she said. “I mean in the sex way. But I guess you know now why I’ve been behaving the way I have? Can you forgive me? I didn’t mean to make you feel like a useless sack of shit. I’m sorry.”“Yeah, I can forgive you. But only if you make it up to me.” It seemed his cock had taken over control of his mouth now, because as the words floated into the air, he realised he had no idea what he actually meant.“Oh yeah?” Moving her hands to her hips, Corporal Grey adopted a saucy stance. “And how am I supposed to do that?”Jesse cast his gaze about the room rapidly, hoping for inspiration. Thankfully, he spotted something that would serve his purpose perfectly. Standing, he gently pushed past her and retrieved the pace stick that was propped up in the corner. Designed for marking time in parades and similar, when it was open it formed a ‘V’ shape; closed it was just a wooden stick. One he could use to get his own back on Corporal Grey. And he really had to stop thinking of her as Corporal Grey, especially considering what he was about to do. She was Roxanne.Turning back to her, he stifled a grin when he saw the look on her face. She obviously hadn’t been expecting that. Pointing to a nearby table, he commanded, “Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend over.”“O—okay.”She sounded nervous, and he didn’t blame her. Frankly, he was surprised she’d agreed. He was wielding quite an interesting weapon, and she was going to allow him to use it on her. Perhaps she was into a bit of pain. He’d soon find out.Following her to the table, he waited while she summoned her courage, then lifted her skirt. His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his close-cropped hairline when he saw the skimpy black thong that had been hidden beneath her drab skirt. It bisected lovely pale, round bum cheeks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to pull the material aside and bury his cock in her warm depths.First, though, Roxanne had some making up to do. “Ready?”Pressing her hands to the surface of the table, she nodded quickly.Jesse moved into the position he thought best and waved the pace stick around a little, to get used to the way it moved and balanced. He’d never spanked a woman before, never mind with one of these things. God knows why he’d even suggested it. She probably thought he was some kind of kinky bastard, now. Never mind, it was just a bit of fun.


Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Prologue - The Silk Tie

The Silk Tie is my new MMF novel that's getting 5* reviews. The bulk of the story is told from Hayley's point of view but the two heroes, Gabe and Brent both get their say too. Gabe in the prologue and Brent in the epilogue. Here's the prologue to whet your appetite for this steamy story.


Prologue
Gabe
“Meet for drinks at seven?” I asked down the line to Hayley. “The Golden Goose?”“Perfect, I should be finished in court by then.” There was a breathless quality to her words and the tap of her stilettoes in one of London’s old courthouse corridors told me she was walking.I glanced at the clock and drummed my pen on the black leather mat that sat on my desk. “Me too. I’ve only got one more appointment and a closing to write.”“It’s a date then.”I smiled. “Hopefully a hot one.” I ended the call then slipped my phone into my breast pocket. A sudden steamy memory of Hayley dressed in the sexy red underwear she’d bought the week before came back to me. She’d been waiting behind the living room door when I’d arrived home from the office at some ungodly hour, pounced on me and told me to close my eyes. She’d then tugged my silk tie loose before she’d slipped it from my neck and wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes. “I’ve bought you an anniversary present,” she’d whispered into my ear—her warm, sweet breath had made me shiver with desire. “Use your hands to decide if you want to open it.” I’d set about exploring my wife’s body, delighting in the delicate lace of the underwear and every curve of her breasts, hips and waist.Knock. Knock.I was brought back to the reality of my office by a couple of raps on the door.Drawn from my reminiscences, I shifted on my seat and hoped my semi wouldn’t turn into a full-blown hard-on. That wouldn’t be good, not at work. Surely I had a bit more control than that? I was a big boy—a senior partner at Gosford and Bingley Law, for goodness sake.“Come in,” I called, knotting my fingers on the desk.My secretary, Ethel, peeked in. “Your four o’clock is here, Mr. Stone.”“Okay, give me a minute to finish this paperwork.”“Of course.” She nodded and her graying bun wobbled on the top of her head as she shut the door.Hayley’s image still hung before me. The tie had only stayed over my eyes for thirty seconds or so, then that and the new underwear had been discarded, as had my suit trousers and boxers. I could picture her now, spread-eagled on the couch, panting, flushed, arms outstretched. I’d kept my shirt on, and my suit jacket for that matter. Time had been of the essence by that stage and besides, she seemed to like it when I fucked her wearing half of my suit. It was as if the sensible lawyer persona I’d carried all day had been peeled back to reveal the beast beneath and only she got to see it—or so she’d once told me.“Enough, Gabe,” I muttered, having to actually press on my groin to prevent my cock from hardening further.Think of something else. Something that won’t turn you on.My four o’clock client was a divorcee, his wife of eight years trying to take him for every penny. I felt sorry for him. He’d been a good husband from what I could gather, provided well for her and allowed her to give up work to pursue an expensive hobby in horse breeding.She’d had an affair, though had denied it until a private detective produced photographic evidence. But she was claiming all kinds of emotional abuse and infidelity on his behalf in an attempt to keep the house, the stables, horses and a large portion of his company and pensions.Personally, I couldn’t see why she’d needed to go elsewhere in the first place. She’d been living in the lap of luxury. Plus, Brent Dawson, her now-estranged husband, was a great-looking bloke, and if I were honest, out of her league. She had an overly fussy style; stiff hair, too much makeup, tight clothes, and nails like talons. Plus, from what I’d seen of her she never seemed to smile. Not like Hayley, who could smile even when she was exhausted and under pressure. Hayley always had a lightness to her face, a sparkle in her eyes and a tilt to her lips.God, I loved her.I wondered if she’d be totally bad again on our “date” later. The Golden Goose was notoriously crowded early evening. Set in Tudor Street, it attracted journalist types and the law crowd. When we’d met there last, she’d kissed me hello then set about texting. I’d been put out that I didn’t have her undivided attention until my phone beeped and a message from her read: I’m not wearing knickers.I’d swept my gaze over her smart, navy work suit. Her tight pencil skirt had indeed appeared incredibly smooth, but then it always did. We’d found a corner seat, and while sipping our drinks, under the cover of the table she’d slid my hand up her skirt to her bare pussy and let me feel how wet she was for me. She told me that she’d been thinking of our last holiday at Christmas to Switzerland and couldn’t get the longing for another bondage session out of her mind.Damn it. Now I did have a hard-on. Fuck.I glanced at the clock again. I couldn’t keep Brent Dawson waiting. And certainly not with the excuse I had an erection because I couldn’t stop thinking about tying up my wife later. Certainly not when he didn’t have a wife to go home to and fuck anymore.Poor bugger. He was having a really shit time of it. We’d become friends. A few times he’d stayed over his consultation time and we’d shared a Scotch and talked things through. I hadn’t added it to his bill, I was happy to do it. He’d lost his mother when the whole thing had blown up, so he was also sorting out estate matters and grieving. Not fun in any situation—worse when your wife had pulled the wool over your eyes for months.I stood, walked stiffly to my cabinet then poured a glass of water. I took a long drink and concentrated on Brent’s case rather than the man himself. It was complex, his assets were numerous, and although mainly protected I had to play it clever to ensure he came out with what was rightfully his. Though if I had time there was one delicate matter that I needed to air with him. I couldn’t put it off any longer. And I had to admit, since I’d found out about the accusation, I was also pretty intrigued. It had played on my mind at night—Brent doing that; being a man who enjoyed that.Why, though? I was married, to a beautiful, sexy woman. Why did these new thoughts about him keep swirling in my head?I should be thinking of only Hayley.Another rush of heat went to my cock.No, don’t think of her. Not for an hour at least.Again there was a knock on my office door.I sat and placed my water on my desk, atop a coaster with a picture of a gold crown. “Come in.”The door opened and Brent Dawson strode into the office. He wore a black suit of an exquisite cut—no doubt Savile Row—and a deep purple tie over a white shirt that had thin, black vertical lines. He was tall, his shoulders broad, and his dark hair had a few flecks of gray at the temples. He sported facial hair, not loads, just a neat, trimmed beard that was only just longer than stubble.“Mr. Dawson,” I said, standing and extending my hand. I struggled not to grimace as my cock nudged up against my zipper.“Please, call me Brent, I told you that last time and the time before that.” Brent took my hand, wrapped his warm, strong fingers around mine, and smiled.“Of course, I’m sorry, and please, like I said, most people around here call me Gabe.” That wasn’t true, it was always Mr. Stone or sir, but there was something about Brent that made me want to be on a first-name basis with him. Maybe it was his sincere eyes that shone with quick wit and a sense of fun despite the hell he was going through with his divorce.If Hayley did that to me I wouldn’t be able to go on living. But she never would. We’d made our solemn vows ten years ago and hadn’t wavered in our promises since. Our feelings had only grown. Hard to believe when we’d thought ourselves so in love back then that the emotions could have intensified one hundredfold.“So, Gabe,” Brent said, taking a seat in front of my desk and crossing his legs. “What have you got for me today?”I sat then reached for his file. “We have plenty to get through, but it should be fairly straight forward. Your financial consultant sent me all the information I needed and I’ve examined it carefully. As I’ve said before, there’s a lot we can do to protect what’s yours. I don’t think a judge in the land will give Mrs. Dawson what she is demanding.”He ran his finger around his collar. “Well, that’s a relief to hear you say.”I went to cross my legs but stopped when my still swollen cock complained. Brent wore a delicious aftershave and it had filtered toward me. It was a combination of pine forest and spiced apple and it laced my tongue in the way a yearned for flavor did. He always smelled nice; I’d noticed that about him.“It’s my job,” I said. “To make sure you get what you deserve and are satisfied with the outcome.”“Again, that’s good to hear.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, leaving a damp sheen.I opened his folder. I didn’t usually study other men, that wasn’t how I was, but Brent Dawson, well, there was just something thickly masculine about him yet also congenial. It pressed buttons I didn’t know I had. Buttons I had yet to admit to having, even to myself, although the more I saw him the tougher it was to deny their existence. I liked him in a way that was totally new to me.“We should probably just confirm the contributions and totals for the pensions, so you know how it stands,” I said.“Sure.” He leaned forward and set his elbows on the table with his fingers steepled beneath his chin. The sleeves on his suit jacket slipped, exposing dark hairs peeking from his shirt cuffs, engraved silver links and a heavy watch, the face hidden on the underside of his wrist.  He wore it back to front. “Take it away, Gabe.”I set about showing him the figures, confirming it was as he’d expected then outlining the reasons why I felt he would get to keep the majority of his funds.He sighed heavily a couple of times and blew out several low breaths as if relieved by what I was saying.Eventually he sat back in the chair and gripped the armrests. “I think you’ve done a great job. If it goes as you say when we reach court, that is. I really don’t want to give up what I’ve worked hard for to someone who has lied and cheated.”“And why should you?” I adjusted my tie. It felt a little tight. I’d be glad to take it off soon. The office was warm and the air heavy. “She’s committed adultery and that’s grounds for divorce.”He glanced at his watch, having to turn his palm up to see the face. “I never thought it would happen to us.”“Divorce?”“Yeah.” He set his gaze on mine. “You told me before, last time we chatted, that you’ve been married for ten years.”“Yes, very happily.”“I’m pleased for you, genuinely. Because it’s wonderful to share your life with someone you love…” He agitated the knot of his tie, the way I had. “I thought I had that with Nadia, or at least I kidded myself that I did. But looking back, she always had a roving eye.”“What do you mean?”“She was a flirt. Even on our wedding day she danced in an overly suggestive way with one of the ushers to some rock song at the end of the evening. I just put it down to her being drunk by that point, but really, I should have seen the signs back then.”“Overly suggestive?”“Yeah, riding his thigh with her wedding dress hoisted up, gyrating and bucking, shouting yeehaa.” He pulled his lips down, as though the memory made him want to shudder. “Were there other signs?”He stood, pointed at the decanters and crystal glasses that sat on the cabinet. “May I?”“Help yourself.”He moved across my office, and I found myself again admiring the cut of his suit. The jacket stopped just below his buttocks and hung in a perfectly straight line. His legs were long and lean—he’d told me before that he played tennis and liked to cycle, that would explain his athletic physique.He poured water, the chink of a single melting ice cube on glass rattling around the quiet office, then turned and took a sip.After he’d swallowed he spoke again. “Yes, there were signs. She insisted on having passwords for her mobile phone and personal computer, ones she wouldn’t tell me. She used to tap her nose and say a lady needed some secrets. I just presumed she was shopping online and didn’t want me to see the cost of some of the things she bought for the damn horses, or that she and her friends sent silly, maybe naughty texts to each other that she preferred to keep private.” He gave a resigned huff. “Once, I overheard her telling a girlfriend that she and I had enjoyed a great night together, you know, in bed, and she’d text her the details later. I suppose I was flattered that she was talking about my sexual prowess, and that her friend was interested.” He shook his head. “Trouble is, for the last eighteen months of our marriage, she was texting him, talking to him about their sex. Planning on meeting up so they could have more sex. If only I hadn’t been so damn naïve.”“How were you to know? She’s a skillful liar and devious too.”“Hindsight and all that.” Brent finished his water and set the glass aside. He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. The base of his jacket hooked behind his forearms and I couldn’t help but study the way the triangular point of his tie stroked the silver buckle on his belt. There was a bulge beneath—not an erection, just the hint of a weighty cock. I would hazard a guess that he hung to the left.What the hell am I doing?I forced myself to turn away, spread my fingers on the desk and stared down at his file. Fuck, my cock was bloating again, and a tingle in my balls was spreading up from the base of my spine to my neck and over my scalp.“There’s one more thing,” I said. “Another spanner she’s thrown into the works, just this week.”“Oh?” Brent sat before me again and his brow creased. “I don’t like the sound of that.”I cleared my throat, the words stalling.“Gabe?”I took a deep breath. “I’ve become privy to some information.”“What, for heaven’s sake?”“She’s threatening to accuse you of adultery too.”“What?” He leaped to his feet with his fists clenched at his sides.“I’m sorry,” I said, looking up at him.Hurt and confusion swept over his handsome features.“But it gets worse,” I went on.“How the bloody hell can it get worse than a blatant lie? She has no proof because it’s not true, she has no grounds. How can this stand in court?”“It won’t, I hope.”“You hope?”I shut the file then placed my hand over the top, wishing I could keep the information in and save hurting Brent. He was the type of man who wouldn’t take having his masculinity or his sexuality questioned. He oozed testosterone, a potent maleness that couldn’t be ignored. Not that there would be anything wrong with being gay, I just didn’t think he was.“Gabe?” He flattened his hands, palms down, on the table and tipped forward. His tie swung into the gap between us. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”I nodded. “Yes.”“So spit it out.” He pressed his lips together and a flash of determination crossed over his eyes. “Whatever the hell it is.”I swallowed. “She’s accusing you of having an affair with an old university friend.”“That’s ridiculous. I’m not in touch with anyone from my university days.”“Are you sure?”“Fuck, yes.” He hesitated. “I went to a reunion, a year before I proposed to Nadia. It was up in Durham, that’s where I studied business. Loads of the old crowd went, mostly all doing well for themselves…”His face softened and he stared past me, no doubt looking at the London skyline out of my window. I got the feeling he wasn’t really seeing and his mind had wandered elsewhere.“And?” I asked gently.“There was one person I was pleased to see but…” He straightened and shoved his hand through his hair. It sprang back into place all bar one strand, shaped like a tiny comma, which stayed sticking up just over his right ear.I itched to flatten it. Comfort him. The information I was going to have to dig for next would not be easy. “But what?” I asked.“But we didn’t stay in touch, not after…”I stood. Walked around the desk, leaned my buttocks against it. I gripped the rim and looked at him. We were close now, very close and I could feel his body heat. “I understand this kind of thing can be hard. Having worked in this area of law for many years, I’ve seen countless marriages being torn apart and a million accusation flung about, but the thing is…” I tightened my hold on the table. The urge to press my hand on his shoulder or take his hand in mine was almost overwhelming. “We have to be honest with each other if I’m going to help you.”“I’ve always been honest with you.” He folded his arms.“Good, so you’ll tell me if this person you connected with was someone you met up with after you married Nadia.”“I just told you, no, not at all, we haven’t had any communication since I married Nadia, there couldn’t be.”I nodded. “Okay, that’s great. So there won’t be any phone calls or pictures or social media evidence that you continued to have a relationship.”“No, absolutely not.” There was a hardness to his voice, a conviction, and I really did believe him. However, he did need to know the full details of what he was being accused of because it was bound to come up in court when I made sure things didn’t go Nadia’s way. “There’s more,” I said.“I can handle it.” He gave a stiff shrug.I wasn’t convinced he could but I went on anyway, “She’s implying that person you met up with was a man.” I paused. “She’s accusing you of having an affair with a man for the last eight years.”

To continue reading The Silk Tie please purchase from Amazon/Amazon UK

Cyber Monday Holiday Book Blast

Cyber Monday! That means there's bargains and deals on books too. Join in the fun at the Cyber Monday Holiday Book Bash. I'll be there chatting at 2 p.m. EST - that's 7 p.m. GMT!

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week a smooch from my novella, Burning Rubber, which features in the Wild Angels Anthology - available now from Totally Bound.

Burning Rubber by Lily Harlem
When trouble rides into town, what girl can resist the ultimate bad boy?
Handling men isn’t an issue for me. I’m not a girly girl and my best friends are the machines I spend my days fixing, tweaking and servicing. So when the Wild Angels roll onto my forecourt and need my help, I’m happy to be of assistance.
But I’ve always been a magnet for trouble and when the leader of the pack, Gid, questions my ability, I can’t help the sassy backchat. Seems it doesn’t bother him too much and before I know it, I’m climbing onto his beast and hanging on for the ride.
Bad ass guys like him don’t come without baggage, though, and it seems he wants to get rid of mine. Who am I to complain when it means revenge is hot, his body is hotter and we leave a trail of burning rubber as we head into the sunset? Biker girl, me? I guess it’s in the blood.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene involving mild breath play.

I tilted my chin. “You didn’t answer my question.”“Why am I here?”“Yes.”He unfolded his arms and stepped closer.Damn, he was so fucking big and looked so out of place in my twee old lady home that was all flowery and pastel colours.“I couldn’t ride away from you,” he said.“Why not? I’m sure you’ve driven away from hundreds of women.”“Yeah, but fuck...you’re...you’ve got a brain up there—a biker brain.” He tapped his head.“So I know my way around an engine or two.”Suddenly he reached out and grabbed me round my upper arms. He pushed me up against the wall and glared down at me.Excitement and fear warred within me. I could see what he wanted now. It was in his eyes. He wanted me. He wanted me in a very basic, animalistic way.“I might be a cunt,” he said, “but I ain’t into rape so you better tell me now, blondie. Do you want it or not, ‘cause Heaven help me, I’m about to lose control and then I’ll just fuck till we both go unconscious.”So he wasn’t as good at ignoring an erection as he’d pretended to be. Well, that suited me, because my control was slipping. I’d been neglecting my body’s needs for too long.I stared at his face, his flashing eyes and the way a small muscle flexed in his cheek.“One word,” he said through gritted teeth. “Yes or no. No and I’ll go. You’ll never see me again, choose yes and I—”“Yes, fuck it, yes, yes, yes—”His mouth hit down on mine, hard. Our teeth clashed and his tongue shoved forward. A thrill shot through me. What had I done? What had I unleashed?His hands were everywhere, as though he wanted to touch me all over at once but didn’t know where to start. He lifted my bra, shoving it upwards so that my breasts bulged out underneath it.My flesh felt alive—everywhere he explored was sparking with sensation. He tweaked my nipples, hard then harder.I groaned at the sweet torment, clutched his shoulders and pulled him close.But he had too many clothes on. If we were going to do this I wanted him naked, I wanted it all.

If you just want to get your hands on my story, Burning Rubber it's out as an individual read on the 2nd of January. Thanks for stopping by Sunday Snog and have a great day.
Lily x

Sexy Down the Avenue ~ #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week a snippet from Caught on Camera, my new MM serial. Part One is out on 26th December and what's more it's FREE! Head on over to the Caught on Camera page at Totally Bound and get all the details!

Part One is set in a lovely old Georgian house in London that's full of period furniture and features. Reece is a decorator and Cade is in charge of the wonderful garden. But remember the saying 'while the cats away the mice will play'? Well in this case it's when the owners are out, the boys get up to some seriously sexy mischief in the outdoor pool.

Cade shoved his jeans down and kicked them off. He lay them roughly over the back of the chair he’d been sitting on then headed towards the pool. As he went he pushed at his boxers and revealed his tight arse that was a shade paler than the rest of his skin. He kept on walking as the boxers slid down his legs then stepped out of his underwear without pausing. He left the boxers bunched on the lawn dead centre in one of the pale green stripes he’d created.Reece felt his jaw slacken. Fuck the guy was brazen. He just went for it.“Gotta go in naked,” Cade called, “otherwise you’ll have wet boxers beneath your jeans making a damp patch and giving the game away.”“Yeah, makes sense,” Reece replied. He was getting harder by the minute. The sight of the abandoned boxers and Cade’s long, muscular body was enough to have his balls aching and his arsehole clenching.“Come on,” Cade shouted. “All work and no play makes Reece a dull boy.”“What about the lawn? You haven’t finished…”“Fuck it. I’ll do it later.” He reached the pool and dived in creating a white burst of water that splashed upwards and made waves across the surface.“Oh, bloody hell,” Reece said, quickly slipping the straps of his overalls off then scooting down the trousers. Beneath he wore red boxers, fake Calvin Klein’s from the market, but he had no intention of removing them, not yet, not until he was safely by the pool.God, was he really going to do this?

Love Repeated By Nancy Corrigan

Blurb
Young lovers, Kyle and Ronnie, had the world ahead of them at seventeen. Stubbornness, misunderstanding and a mother’s influence forced them to forge their own paths. A decade later, neither can find love.
Ronnie always thought it was easier to move on than deal with the pain and hurt of past mistakes. She made plenty of them, but so did Kyle and her parents. Kyle knows the moment he touches Ronnie that he still loves her. He won’t repeat the past and let her leave him a second time.
It takes a tragedy and a secret to reunite them, but their passion returns in a rush along with regret and guilt. To have love, they’ll have to overcome their issues—before her mother’s sin takes Ronnie away, once and for all.

“I want to kiss you, Ronnie.”She swept the tip of her tongue out, moistening her mouth and tempting him to feast. “Are you asking permission, or—”He leaned closer and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, stopping her words. Her shaky exhale washed over him, filling his lungs with the scent of cinnamon. The long-denied craving for her taste surged. She’d always chewed on cinnamon gum or mints. The taste used to drug him. Would it still? She’d been his favorite addiction a lifetime ago.He grasped the back of her neck and licked the inside of her lip. Her flavor hit him, a punch in the gut he welcomed. It left him a little crazed and a lot horny. On a groan, he kissed her. She opened to him, stroking her tongue with his and feeding him her soft mewling noises, those little purrs of contentment she’d always offered him whenever they first came together. He soaked them up along with the rightness kissing her brought.She complemented his thrusts and licks with ones of her own. They’d perfected the art of kissing years before they’d ever joined their bodies. It had been his favorite hobby. He’d never been able to get enough. He still couldn’t. Head angled, he delved deeper and sucked on her tongue, tearing moans from her throat.She twisted her torso and linked her hands around his neck. Nails dug into his skin, she tugged him closer, kissed him harder, and tore his tenacious control to shreds. He rocked into her and let his hands roam over her soft, curvy body.Primitive hungers beat at him. He wanted to strip her and lick every inch, memorizing her swells and valleys. Maybe spread her thighs and get drunk on her sweet sex. Or push her to her knees and pump into her mouth until he exploded. So many images rose, but it was the need to possess her that made his decision.He tore his mouth from hers. She panted hard. So did he. The lust they’d shared returned, stronger than ever. He couldn’t wait a moment more.He rubbed his forefinger over her lips, then slipped it between them. Her breath heated his skin. She closed her mouth over his finger. With a swirl of her tongue, she drew him deeper and held him there for a long moment before she sucked. Hard.His dick jerked. Precum seeped from the tip. He yanked on his finger, but she bit just to the point of pain, stopping him. His breath escaped in a shudder. He dragged the digit out, her teeth scraping him, and cupped her face between his palms.“I’m going bend you over your car, lift your skirt, and fuck you, Ronnie. If you have some guy that’s going to hunt me down for making you come all over my dick, tell me now.” He flashed her a wicked smile. “And I’ll make you writhe over my tongue instead.”


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A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with woman strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.
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Grand Slam, by myself and Lucy Felthouse, has a great You Tube review from book reviewer Deanna Lang. 



Here's the low down on Grand Slam which is featured on the Raw Talent website.

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills, instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation however, I couldn’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that showed her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rose to, one that had me rising too, and before long my game was relying on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie was seriously good for my soul.
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