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November 11, 2014
Sexy as Hell on Sale!
Sexy as Hell Box Set written by myself and Natalie Dae - Harlem Dae - is on special offer for one week only. For just 99p/99c you get three full length BDSM erotic romance novels and three spin-off stories featuring secondary characters - now that's a bargain!
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November 10, 2014
Menage a Trois Anyone?
As many of you have likely guessed I absolutely LOVE writing menage a trois novels. There is so much fun to be had within a threesome relationship. The dynamics both in and out of the bedroom plus all of those sexy positions create seemingly endless possibilities for an imagination like mine.
I thought I'd just do a quick rundown of my menage a trois stories today. There's quite a few! Click on the covers to find out more.
I thought I'd just do a quick rundown of my menage a trois stories today. There's quite a few! Click on the covers to find out more.
November 9, 2014
VOTE NOW!
Vote now for your choice of cover on the new Wild Angels Anthology which will be available in ebook and print format on the 12th of December.
My story Burning Rubber is one of the three super-sexy biker titles in this collection that features bad ass heroes and sassy heroines.
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Burning Rubber will be released as a single title on the 2nd January 2015
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week I have for you a three way smooch from Good Cop, Bad Cop, a menage a trois novel I wrote with Natalie Dae - Harlem Dae.
This 18+ excerpt is a continuation from yesterday's My Sexy Saturday excerpt, so if you'd like to scroll down to yesterdays post, or click HERE you can read that first…
Jose forced his way in some more. There was no room for him. His plundering entrance was simply an overwhelming force against my soft, pliant body. It had no choice but to give in, take it.I folded in on myself, shut my eyes and became lost to the pleasurable pain searing over my nerve endings and filling my cunt and pelvis. As his diameter increased, centimeter by centimeter, so did the strength of the packing sensation. There was nothing else to think about, nowhere else to go. They felt enormous side by side in me, like the size of a fist opening me up. Never before had I known such edgy bliss, such complete possession.“Ah, that’s it,” Jose said, sliding in to full depth. “Fuck, Dillon, she’s done it.”“Tell me about it,” Dillon groaned.Jose dropped his body over mine. He found my mouth and kissed me, though I could hardly kiss him back. I was flying in a different dimension. Visiting a place where only absolute, intense fullness existed.“We’re going to come inside you, together,” Jose said, “But only when you do, so just relax, okay?”I think I nodded, but I couldn’t be certain.Relax?Jose began to rock. There was no shunting in and out of cocks. They were too deeply buried, too tightly wedged against one another to move at all. But Jose’s hard body butted against my clit, and, already swollen and needy, it sprang to life. Zinging new sensations blasted around my pussy. I was on fire, desperate for it all. Now.
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November 7, 2014
My Sexy Saturday
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week 7 from menage a trois novel Good Cop, Bad Cop. I co-wrote this story with Natalie Dae - Harlem Dae - and as this weeks' theme is 'firsts' I thought this was prefect. Why? Because Natalie and I wrote a first in this novel and that's double vaginal penetration. A first for us and a first for our heroine too! But not a first for these two sexy cops, it's a speciality of theirs!
I shut my eyes, became aware of Jose tunneling another inch into me. Dillon’s cock on its own had been big and solid, but now combined with the first section of Jose’s too, my body was alive with sensation, bursting with fullness. I willed my tight muscles to give. Every shred of me wanted to do this for Jose. I could see by the sheer determination on his face he needed it.This was his thing and I wouldn’t let him down. Not when disappointment seemed to take a starring role in his life.“Jose,” I gasped.“You’re doing great,” he said. “Tight, but not impossibly so.” He dropped a kiss to my lips. “You handling it?”“Yes, I think so.”“Once I’m in you’ll come,” he said, “it will feel fucking awesome, for all of us.”“Ah, God, get on with it,” Dillon groaned. “I’m not far off. Fuck!”
Hot stuff!
You can buy Good Cop, Bad Cop from Amazon Amazon UK and enjoy all the sexy exploits of India, Dillon and Jose get up to.
November 6, 2014
Dark Warrior - Cover Reveal
Dark Warrior, an addition to Totally Bound's What's His Passion line of steamy m/m romances is due out April 2015. I'm loving the hot of the press cover, created by the awesome talent that is Posh Gosh.
What's His Passion?
A contemporary collection of men and their passions.
We all have our passions—whether they’re simple pleasures like fine wine and good music, or more ambitious like climbing mountains or jumping out of airplanes. It might even be revelling in the edgier side of sex!
Dive in and discover the many passions of the amorous men explored in Totally Bound's new imprint—What’s His Passion?
Good Cop, Bad Cop 18+ Excerpt
Fancy a thrilling few minutes with the Harlem Dae cops? Keep reading…
Good Cop, Bad Cop
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
Excerpt 18+
The gentle sound of lapping water reminded me of where I was. It felt so good to be basking in the sun and I stretched out my legs and pushed my arms over my head. I’d had such a wonderful, deep sleep, brought about by a satiation that had been missing from my life for too long.What the fuck.I snapped open my eyes then blinked rapidly when my retinas were tormented by the glare of the daylight. Once again there was tightness around my wrists. A now all-too-familiar feeling of metal on skin as unyielding loops restricted my movements.“Easy does it,” a deep voice all but growled next to me, from the lounger Jose had been resting on when I’d fallen asleep.“What the fucking hell do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, sitting and holding up my cuffed wrists. “Jose took these off. How the hell did you get them back on?”Dillon curved one corner of his mouth in a maddeningly smug smile. “It seems you sleep very deeply when you’ve just had an orgasm.”“Get them off.”“No.”“I demand that you do. It’s ridiculous to keep me cuffed. What the hell do you think the authorities will say about this?”“You forget, we are the authorities.”“Not once I tell my people how you’ve treated me you won’t be. They’ll see to it that you’re stripped of your badges and buckles and guns and whatever else you have.”He raised his brows. “And cuffs?”“Yes, and your fucking cuffs. Now take them off.” I glanced around. “Where is Jose?”“He’s gone to do some navigation plotting below deck. I said I’d watch you.”“I don’t need watching.”“I think you do?”The way his gaze dropped down my body confirmed that he had indeed been staring at me while I’d been asleep. Drinking me up as I’d drifted through my sweeter-than-sweet dream. Despite myself I couldn’t help a little tingle of excitement that this sexy, unpredictable man had spent the last, goodness knew how long, bestowing attention on me.I sucked in a breath and frowned. “Get these off,” I said again, this time snapping my wrists apart and straining the cuffs.“Jose had no right to remove them.” Dillon shrugged. “He broke the rule.”“What rule?”“He who cuffs, uncuffs.”“Oh, for crying out loud. This is just pathetic.” A wave of intense irritation surged through me and I stood from the lounger, adrenaline spurting into my system and requiring me to move. “I insist that you take these off right this instant, and not only that, I insist that you go and radio in that you’ve found me so I can get picked up by the coastguard.”Dillon stood, his big body generating a shadow that engulfed me. “Really?”“Yes.”Damn it, do I really mean that?“Because,” he said, “I thought you were worried someone on your team is involved in these hate notes and death threats.”“So what if they are? I would rather cope with that than be here with you.”“With me?”“Yes, you!”“But not Jose. You two are all cozy now. You like being with him.”I stepped away, moved to the edge of the boat. Looked down at the rippling dark water below. “You have no idea what I do and don’t like.”“Oh, but I think I do.”He chuckled and the sound made me want to slap his face so hard it would leave a red handprint on the side of his stubbled cheek.“I know you like Jose touching your pussy,” Dillon went on, “and that you like it when he fucks you with his hand and makes you shout yes, yes, yes.” He’d put on a silly, high voice for the last few words.“Oh, grow up, Dillon. What’s the matter with you?” I turned to face him. “Are you jealous of the fact Jose was the one to touch me and not you or…” I purposefully allowed my gaze to drop down his body as though studying him, seeing into him. I lingered on his hair-coated chest, his ripped abs and the way his orange swim shorts sat low on his hips, exposing the indentation of his oblique muscles. Damn the guy was hot. If only he wasn’t such a number one asshole. “Maybe it’s because you want Jose all to yourself. Is that it, Dillon? Are you two an item and this was meant to be your lover’s break away and I’ve turned two into three and made it a crowd?”In a single stride he was in front of me, his face creased with anger. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” He gripped my upper arm and held me tight, jerked me to him. “So shut the fuck up.”I tried to wrench away but jostled both of our stances and bumped my thigh on the tight wire rope that stretched along this outer section of the boat. “Your reaction speaks for itself,” I said. “You have feelings for Jose and you don’t want me to distract him from whatever your intentions are with him.”“Of course I have feelings for him, the guy has been my partner for the last five years and we’ve been through a pile of shit together.” He lowered his face to mine and the heat of his body radiated onto my chest. I could smell his skin and breath; raw male, fresh sweat and a hint of coffee.“But,” he said, “those feelings are not what you’re suggesting, got it?”I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. Gave a small shrug and made my voice purposefully light. “Whatever you say.”He grunted and released me at the same time as I yanked my arm away from him. Suddenly my balance was gone and the wire that had been against my leg was no more. My footing was free of the deck. My body light in the air, tipping and spinning.I was falling toward the water. “Argh,” I cried, alarm racing through me as I looked up at Dillon’s shocked face. His mouth was parted and his eyes wide. He’d outstretched his arms and splayed his fingers as though trying to catch me.It was no good.The sound of my body hitting the ocean was deafening, a sonic boom.Ice-cold folded around me.My world went dark and the hiss of bubbles eerily replaced the bang. It was so cold, like a thousand bee stings. I kicked out, strained to keep the breath in my lungs and struggled toward the surface. I could see wavy sunlight shining like a distant, fog-swamped beacon.But swimming was hard—no, make that impossible. My cuffed wrists hindered my arm movements and injected terror into my soul. Frantically I flailed and thrashed, but the surface seemed to be drifting away rather than closer.My lungs were screaming for air now. Blackness was seeping into my peripheral vision. I wanted to open my mouth and suck in, hopefully oxygen. Panic welled within me, a panic only associated with not being able to breathe; primeval, instinctual, a basic, undeniable knowledge that soon death would be knocking at the door.Suddenly a strong surge captured me around my waist and I was thrust upward. My head burst through the surface and out into the air. I gulped wildly, greedily sucking in breaths.Dillon was holding my back against his chest, secure and strong, kicking for both of us, keeping me afloat.I spluttered and tried to twist, frantically attempting to latch onto him; if he let me go I knew for definite I would drown.“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he said breathlessly into my ear and holding me firm. “Don’t struggle and I’ll get us to the swim-deck.”“Oh, God, please, don’t let me go,” I said, blinking water from my eyes and focusing on the boat that was about twenty feet from where we were bobbing.“I won’t, I promise, but for fuck’s sake quit the squirming.”“Please, just hurry.” I was still wriggling. I couldn’t help it.He turned us and began to move toward the boat with powerful kicks and one arm swooping through the water as I stared up at the cloudless sky and prayed he wouldn’t release me.Finally we reached the solidity of the boat. I hooked my elbows over it, almost ready to kiss the bumpy surface of the metal step. “Oh, my God,” I said, “That was awful.”Dillon didn’t reply. Instead, he cupped my ass and shoved me onto the hard, hot swim deck.
I landed in a heap, my dress clingy and tight around my body and my panties on display. “Hey,” I said, scrabbling to my feet.He hauled himself out of the water and stood. The sunlight caught on the drips in his hair and on his body, making him look like a goddamn Roman warrior, all caramel tan, brooding gaze and a few dinks and imperfections from past battles. “Watch it,” he said, eyeing my chest. “You don’t want to fall in again.”I tore my gaze from a silvery scar on the right side of his abdomen and glanced down at myself.Goddamn.My nipples were like two bullets pressing against the sopping material and the left side of my dress was dislodged, showing more cleavage than normal. Hastily I trapped my arms over my breasts and turned from him. Stepped up onto the main deck and searched for a towel.There wasn’t one, not anywhere. My eyes began to moisten, but to hell with it, I wouldn’t cry, not in front of Dillon. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.“So are going to say thank you to me for saving your life?” he asked breathlessly.I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that either. “If you think about it, Officer,” I said stiffly and spinning to face him. “If you hadn’t insisted on cuffing me and then pushing me into the ocean I wouldn’t have needed you to save me at all.”He dropped his mouth open. “I did not push you.”“You might as well have. You grabbed me and then let me go.”He stepped closer. “I grabbed you because you were talking shit.”I stared up into his eyes. They were wild, the icy blue bases deep vats of fury.So what? I’m furious too.“But your stupid insistence on cuffing me,” I said, “just about caused me to drown, even you have to admit that. So why the hell should I say thank you? You only did what you had to otherwise you would be a murderer.”A small muscle twitched in his cheek and he swallowed. He was silent. The tension crackling off him sizzled in the air between us.“Dillon,” I said eventually, my heart rate increasing rather than settling. Something about the way he was looking at me had turned him from just plain dangerous to downright dangerously sexy.“I am not a murderer.” His right nostril twitched, pulling his lips and balling his cheek.“I never said you were. I said you would have been.” Oh God, why did he have to be so damn gorgeous when he was mad? Now my nipples were tight and tingling not just from the cold but our proximity. What the hell was the matter with me? Years without sex and now it was all I could think about, even though I was shaking with anger and had just had a near-death experience.Maybe that was why. Perhaps it was some weird reaction to facing my maker.His gaze dropped from my eyes, down the channel of my neck onto my chest. I could see him inhaling and exhaling rapidly, his breaths matching the pace of mine.“Dillon?” I whispered.“You should get out of that wet dress.” He spoke through gritted teeth, moving his lips but not his jaw.“Yes,” I said, dropping my arms from their protective position over my chest.“You want some help with that?”He still looked mad as hell but now he also looked like he wanted to eat me alive or something.Or something.“Yes,” I said, “I reckon I do need help.” The cuffs, how could I get undressed with the cuffs still on?Dillon reached forward, poked his fingers into the top of my dress, either side of my cleavage, and yanked—hard.A ripping sound accompanied the freeing of my breasts. Cool breeze washed over my skin and my nipples hardened further until they were tight twists. I gasped and steadied my stance on the deck to recover from the abrupt tug.“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” he said on a heavily exhaled breath.I was exposed but all I could think of was pressing my breasts to his chest, feeling that wiry body hair scratching my flesh and the heat of him penetrating my skin. “Dillon, I—”My words were cut short when he dipped his head and sucked my left nipple into his hot mouth. I buckled my knees and swayed again, only to find he’d pressed his palm into the small of my back and was holding me steady.Damn, he was good with his tongue; hot, stiff licks and powerful sucks. My breasts felt so heavy, engorged with blood and greedy for more.“I want you,” he groaned, switching to the other nipple and treating it to the same wonderful treatment.“Yes,” I gasped.He stood, loomed over me again and dragged my body up against his. The solid length of his cock dug into my stomach, rigid, vital and demanding. “And I want to show you that I like women just fine.”I caught my breath. It was the second time in a day I’d become acquainted with a cock this way. I wasn’t complaining.What have I become?“I can tell that you do,” I said breathlessly. “Very much so.”That cocky smile he’d perfected danced across his face, but only for a second, because then he turned all serious and business-like.
A shiver of anticipation tapped up my spine.“You know you’re going to get it good, don’t you?” he said, sliding his hands around the rips in my dress. “Probably better than you’ve ever had it before.”I swallowed, felt my pussy quiver and a delicious heat pool in my belly. “Okay…good.”The muscles on his shoulders contracted and once again he ripped at the dress, this time severing it completely in half and breaking the straps. It fell to the floor forgotten, a pathetically tiny piece of soggy material that had once graced a Parisian catwalk.“Dillon, I—” He hit his mouth down on mine. Claiming me, owning me with his fervor and passion. I gave as good as I got, met him kiss for kiss, winding my tongue with his wild thrusting one.He held me close, trapping my arms between our bodies. Squeezed me so tight it was hard to catch my breath. “Oh, God, what are we doing?” I gasped.“Something that has to be done,” he said, steering me toward the long, padded bench at the stern end of the deck. “And the only thing that can happen if we’re going to stay sane while we’re on this boat.” He urged me down, all the time keeping our bodies closely connected and kissing me hungrily.I fed off him, absorbed his delicious flavor that was so darkly enticing I wondered if I’d ever get enough of it.“Like this,” he said gruffly, breaking the kiss and grabbing my wrists. “I want you like this.” He yanked my arms above my head and I heard the sound of metal on metal. I twisted to see what he was doing.He’d looped the central part of the cuffs over one of the rope hooks, wedging it in tight so that my arms were held aloft and there was nothing I could do about it.I tugged and pulled, looked at his face, shadowed by the bimini overhead. The glint in his eyes and the slackness of his jaw told me something new about Dillon, something I really should have guessed—the damn cuffs got him off.Conniving bastard.“You have too much on,” he said, looping his fingers into the waistband of my tiny panties and dragging them down.I bowed my back, arched and wriggled, kicked the panties away. How could I stay mad at him when he looked like a perfect package of sinful delights all raring to go? Jesus, when had I last fucked? I could hardly remember. But what I did remember was I hadn’t felt a hundred shades of excitement just before I was penetrated. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so high on anticipation over anything, so drugged on the thought of what was coming next.Oh my.That is coming next!Dillon had shoved his trunks down and off, allowing his cock to jut free.I stared at the sheer size of it, the domed head and the thick girth. His slit was already moist as were his jet-black pubes, still wet and heavy with sea water.“Dillon, oh my God, you know it’s been a while for me and…”“Shh.” He nudged my thighs apart and settled over me, his lusty gaze drifting up to my trapped hands. “Just relax and let me work my magic.”“But.” I stretched my legs wider, allowed the head of his cock to nudge my moist entrance.“I’m clean, I promise, department health checks and all that, and I won’t come inside you.”“Oh, but…ah…” He pushed in, just the head of his cock. I was clean too and I also had birth control covered since a pregnancy scare several years ago. “Oh, Dillon, please, I…” I didn’t know if I wanted him to just ram it home or take it slow. The nip of pain was so erotic, so delicious that it was hard to think coherently.He edged in some more, palming my left breast as he did so. “Ah, baby, you’re so tight,” he said, “relax more, let me in.”“Oh, God, yes, please, just give it to me.”His gaze caught mine.I held my breath, allowed my whole being to be at his mercy. I knew he would keep his promise of giving it to me good. Dillon was undoubtedly the sexiest, most gorgeous, maddening man I’d ever allowed to fuck me.“Okay. Get ready,” he said.I strained against the cuffs, pressed my chest to his and bit down on my lower lip.He forged in, right to the hilt.I cried out, locked my legs around the backs of his thighs and squeezed my eyes shut. He’d filled me so absolutely, brutally but blissfully. I harnessed all the wild sensations bombarding my pussy and combined them with the wonderful pressure his pubis had applied to my clit.“Ah, it’s never felt so fucking good,” Dillon groaned, his lips touching mine as he spoke. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”“Oh, so do you, I—” My words trailed off as he began to move. “But I’m still mad at you for putting the cuffs back on.” I said, struggling to catch my breath.“Yeah, well, maybe if I hadn’t we wouldn’t be fucking right now.”“True.” I tugged my arms—I was truly trapped beneath him.He groaned, as though enjoying my brief struggle with the cuffs. “Ah, yes, take all of me, see how much I like fucking pussy.”“I think…I can…tell.” My words were staccato from his pumping hips knocking the wind from my lungs with each pound.He was catching my clit perfectly, and each time he withdrew and plunged back in the domed head of his cock gave my G-spot a deep and satisfying stroke. The pressure was building—soon it would over-spill.I closed my eyes, concentrated on the wonderful climax that was about to ravage my body. He was kissing me again and whispering hot, rude words of adoration. “Fuck, so hot and wet. You’ve made me so hard for you, so fucking hard.”I couldn’t kiss him back and his voice was like listening underwater. I was in a buzzy, desperate place where only sensation existed. Lost to the heated weight of his body and the hairs on his chest scratching against my nipples. The way his bone-hard cock was thrusting into me, relentlessly, indomitably, overtook my thoughts.Suddenly it was there, the point of no return. “Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop,” I cried, harnessing the bliss that was about to erupt.“Fuck, let it go already,” he said, nipping at my neck, biting, sucking.The added stimulus, the pain of his teeth and the suction he was creating toppled me into a free-fall of ecstasy. I spasmed and contracted around his cock, savoring every moment of coming with such a wonderful, satisfying intensity. He didn’t let up, continued to give me what I needed, just where I needed it, right until the waves of pleasure allowed me to breathe again.“You done?” he panted.“Oh, that was so—”“Thank fuck for that.” He pulled out of my pussy, reached down and fisted his shiny, slick shaft.I watched, mesmerized, as his slit widened and pearly cum shot onto my stomach, flooding my navel“Argh, yeah,” he groaned, jerking his shaft with violent force and releasing more semen. “God, I needed that.” He sucked in a breath, squeezed out another blast of liquid then tipped his head back and groaned. A low, belly-sound that vibrated from his body into mine.I gasped and writhed, still turned on and desperate to touch the milkyness basting my body.Dillon sat back between my legs, shoved his hand through his ocean-and-sweat-damp hair and looked down at me.“Now that is a sight to feed a man’s soul with.” He curled his lips into a smile and my heart flipped. It was the first genuine smile I’d ever seen him produce.“Well I’m glad you two have sorted out your differences.”I turned at the sound of Jose’s voice, and a dense weight crashed in my guts.Jose was sitting on the lounger staring at us. He was naked and had a hold of his cock, jacking it up and down with a lazy fist.“Jose. I, what…?” I was already hot, but a blistering flush seared over my skin. I tugged my wrists and tried to clamp my legs shut, succeeding only in locking them against Dillon.Oh, God, what must Jose think of me? Earlier on I was putting out for him and now here I was with his partner.I pressed my face into my arm, screwed my eyes closed. A knot of shame twisted around my heart and I wished Dillon would release me once and for all so I could curl into a ball and hide in a corner somewhere. Wait until all of this toe-curling embarrassment had gone away.“Hey, hey, sweetie.” Jose’s voice, soft and soothing. “I’m not being sarcastic. I’m genuinely pleased you and Dillon have got it together. It makes things so much simpler.”I opened one eye, looked at him as Dillon rubbed a hand up my leg, the callouses on his palm scratching my thigh.“You are?” I asked hesitantly. “It does?”He stood and walked under the shade of the bimini. Pulled at his cock and smoothed his thumb over the head. “Sure, Dillon and I are partners, what goes for me goes for him and vice versa.”“Yeah, we both like you,” Dillon said, dropping a kiss onto the rise of my hipbone. “And luckily it seems you like both of us.”I do. But what does that say about me?Jose suddenly released his cock and rested a hand over his eyes like a makeshift visor. He stared out to sea. “Ah, fuck. Looks like we’ve got more company.”
I hope you enjoyed that steamy scene. You can by the whole Good Cop, Bad Cop novel from Amazon only - below are the links. And if you enjoy Harlem Dae check out the other books I've co-authored with Natalie Dae on our website.
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Good Cop, Bad Cop
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
Excerpt 18+
The gentle sound of lapping water reminded me of where I was. It felt so good to be basking in the sun and I stretched out my legs and pushed my arms over my head. I’d had such a wonderful, deep sleep, brought about by a satiation that had been missing from my life for too long.What the fuck.I snapped open my eyes then blinked rapidly when my retinas were tormented by the glare of the daylight. Once again there was tightness around my wrists. A now all-too-familiar feeling of metal on skin as unyielding loops restricted my movements.“Easy does it,” a deep voice all but growled next to me, from the lounger Jose had been resting on when I’d fallen asleep.“What the fucking hell do you think you’re doing?” I snapped, sitting and holding up my cuffed wrists. “Jose took these off. How the hell did you get them back on?”Dillon curved one corner of his mouth in a maddeningly smug smile. “It seems you sleep very deeply when you’ve just had an orgasm.”“Get them off.”“No.”“I demand that you do. It’s ridiculous to keep me cuffed. What the hell do you think the authorities will say about this?”“You forget, we are the authorities.”“Not once I tell my people how you’ve treated me you won’t be. They’ll see to it that you’re stripped of your badges and buckles and guns and whatever else you have.”He raised his brows. “And cuffs?”“Yes, and your fucking cuffs. Now take them off.” I glanced around. “Where is Jose?”“He’s gone to do some navigation plotting below deck. I said I’d watch you.”“I don’t need watching.”“I think you do?”The way his gaze dropped down my body confirmed that he had indeed been staring at me while I’d been asleep. Drinking me up as I’d drifted through my sweeter-than-sweet dream. Despite myself I couldn’t help a little tingle of excitement that this sexy, unpredictable man had spent the last, goodness knew how long, bestowing attention on me.I sucked in a breath and frowned. “Get these off,” I said again, this time snapping my wrists apart and straining the cuffs.“Jose had no right to remove them.” Dillon shrugged. “He broke the rule.”“What rule?”“He who cuffs, uncuffs.”“Oh, for crying out loud. This is just pathetic.” A wave of intense irritation surged through me and I stood from the lounger, adrenaline spurting into my system and requiring me to move. “I insist that you take these off right this instant, and not only that, I insist that you go and radio in that you’ve found me so I can get picked up by the coastguard.”Dillon stood, his big body generating a shadow that engulfed me. “Really?”“Yes.”Damn it, do I really mean that?“Because,” he said, “I thought you were worried someone on your team is involved in these hate notes and death threats.”“So what if they are? I would rather cope with that than be here with you.”“With me?”“Yes, you!”“But not Jose. You two are all cozy now. You like being with him.”I stepped away, moved to the edge of the boat. Looked down at the rippling dark water below. “You have no idea what I do and don’t like.”“Oh, but I think I do.”He chuckled and the sound made me want to slap his face so hard it would leave a red handprint on the side of his stubbled cheek.“I know you like Jose touching your pussy,” Dillon went on, “and that you like it when he fucks you with his hand and makes you shout yes, yes, yes.” He’d put on a silly, high voice for the last few words.“Oh, grow up, Dillon. What’s the matter with you?” I turned to face him. “Are you jealous of the fact Jose was the one to touch me and not you or…” I purposefully allowed my gaze to drop down his body as though studying him, seeing into him. I lingered on his hair-coated chest, his ripped abs and the way his orange swim shorts sat low on his hips, exposing the indentation of his oblique muscles. Damn the guy was hot. If only he wasn’t such a number one asshole. “Maybe it’s because you want Jose all to yourself. Is that it, Dillon? Are you two an item and this was meant to be your lover’s break away and I’ve turned two into three and made it a crowd?”In a single stride he was in front of me, his face creased with anger. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” He gripped my upper arm and held me tight, jerked me to him. “So shut the fuck up.”I tried to wrench away but jostled both of our stances and bumped my thigh on the tight wire rope that stretched along this outer section of the boat. “Your reaction speaks for itself,” I said. “You have feelings for Jose and you don’t want me to distract him from whatever your intentions are with him.”“Of course I have feelings for him, the guy has been my partner for the last five years and we’ve been through a pile of shit together.” He lowered his face to mine and the heat of his body radiated onto my chest. I could smell his skin and breath; raw male, fresh sweat and a hint of coffee.“But,” he said, “those feelings are not what you’re suggesting, got it?”I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. Gave a small shrug and made my voice purposefully light. “Whatever you say.”He grunted and released me at the same time as I yanked my arm away from him. Suddenly my balance was gone and the wire that had been against my leg was no more. My footing was free of the deck. My body light in the air, tipping and spinning.I was falling toward the water. “Argh,” I cried, alarm racing through me as I looked up at Dillon’s shocked face. His mouth was parted and his eyes wide. He’d outstretched his arms and splayed his fingers as though trying to catch me.It was no good.The sound of my body hitting the ocean was deafening, a sonic boom.Ice-cold folded around me.My world went dark and the hiss of bubbles eerily replaced the bang. It was so cold, like a thousand bee stings. I kicked out, strained to keep the breath in my lungs and struggled toward the surface. I could see wavy sunlight shining like a distant, fog-swamped beacon.But swimming was hard—no, make that impossible. My cuffed wrists hindered my arm movements and injected terror into my soul. Frantically I flailed and thrashed, but the surface seemed to be drifting away rather than closer.My lungs were screaming for air now. Blackness was seeping into my peripheral vision. I wanted to open my mouth and suck in, hopefully oxygen. Panic welled within me, a panic only associated with not being able to breathe; primeval, instinctual, a basic, undeniable knowledge that soon death would be knocking at the door.Suddenly a strong surge captured me around my waist and I was thrust upward. My head burst through the surface and out into the air. I gulped wildly, greedily sucking in breaths.Dillon was holding my back against his chest, secure and strong, kicking for both of us, keeping me afloat.I spluttered and tried to twist, frantically attempting to latch onto him; if he let me go I knew for definite I would drown.“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he said breathlessly into my ear and holding me firm. “Don’t struggle and I’ll get us to the swim-deck.”“Oh, God, please, don’t let me go,” I said, blinking water from my eyes and focusing on the boat that was about twenty feet from where we were bobbing.“I won’t, I promise, but for fuck’s sake quit the squirming.”“Please, just hurry.” I was still wriggling. I couldn’t help it.He turned us and began to move toward the boat with powerful kicks and one arm swooping through the water as I stared up at the cloudless sky and prayed he wouldn’t release me.Finally we reached the solidity of the boat. I hooked my elbows over it, almost ready to kiss the bumpy surface of the metal step. “Oh, my God,” I said, “That was awful.”Dillon didn’t reply. Instead, he cupped my ass and shoved me onto the hard, hot swim deck.
I landed in a heap, my dress clingy and tight around my body and my panties on display. “Hey,” I said, scrabbling to my feet.He hauled himself out of the water and stood. The sunlight caught on the drips in his hair and on his body, making him look like a goddamn Roman warrior, all caramel tan, brooding gaze and a few dinks and imperfections from past battles. “Watch it,” he said, eyeing my chest. “You don’t want to fall in again.”I tore my gaze from a silvery scar on the right side of his abdomen and glanced down at myself.Goddamn.My nipples were like two bullets pressing against the sopping material and the left side of my dress was dislodged, showing more cleavage than normal. Hastily I trapped my arms over my breasts and turned from him. Stepped up onto the main deck and searched for a towel.There wasn’t one, not anywhere. My eyes began to moisten, but to hell with it, I wouldn’t cry, not in front of Dillon. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.“So are going to say thank you to me for saving your life?” he asked breathlessly.I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that either. “If you think about it, Officer,” I said stiffly and spinning to face him. “If you hadn’t insisted on cuffing me and then pushing me into the ocean I wouldn’t have needed you to save me at all.”He dropped his mouth open. “I did not push you.”“You might as well have. You grabbed me and then let me go.”He stepped closer. “I grabbed you because you were talking shit.”I stared up into his eyes. They were wild, the icy blue bases deep vats of fury.So what? I’m furious too.“But your stupid insistence on cuffing me,” I said, “just about caused me to drown, even you have to admit that. So why the hell should I say thank you? You only did what you had to otherwise you would be a murderer.”A small muscle twitched in his cheek and he swallowed. He was silent. The tension crackling off him sizzled in the air between us.“Dillon,” I said eventually, my heart rate increasing rather than settling. Something about the way he was looking at me had turned him from just plain dangerous to downright dangerously sexy.“I am not a murderer.” His right nostril twitched, pulling his lips and balling his cheek.“I never said you were. I said you would have been.” Oh God, why did he have to be so damn gorgeous when he was mad? Now my nipples were tight and tingling not just from the cold but our proximity. What the hell was the matter with me? Years without sex and now it was all I could think about, even though I was shaking with anger and had just had a near-death experience.Maybe that was why. Perhaps it was some weird reaction to facing my maker.His gaze dropped from my eyes, down the channel of my neck onto my chest. I could see him inhaling and exhaling rapidly, his breaths matching the pace of mine.“Dillon?” I whispered.“You should get out of that wet dress.” He spoke through gritted teeth, moving his lips but not his jaw.“Yes,” I said, dropping my arms from their protective position over my chest.“You want some help with that?”He still looked mad as hell but now he also looked like he wanted to eat me alive or something.Or something.“Yes,” I said, “I reckon I do need help.” The cuffs, how could I get undressed with the cuffs still on?Dillon reached forward, poked his fingers into the top of my dress, either side of my cleavage, and yanked—hard.A ripping sound accompanied the freeing of my breasts. Cool breeze washed over my skin and my nipples hardened further until they were tight twists. I gasped and steadied my stance on the deck to recover from the abrupt tug.“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” he said on a heavily exhaled breath.I was exposed but all I could think of was pressing my breasts to his chest, feeling that wiry body hair scratching my flesh and the heat of him penetrating my skin. “Dillon, I—”My words were cut short when he dipped his head and sucked my left nipple into his hot mouth. I buckled my knees and swayed again, only to find he’d pressed his palm into the small of my back and was holding me steady.Damn, he was good with his tongue; hot, stiff licks and powerful sucks. My breasts felt so heavy, engorged with blood and greedy for more.“I want you,” he groaned, switching to the other nipple and treating it to the same wonderful treatment.“Yes,” I gasped.He stood, loomed over me again and dragged my body up against his. The solid length of his cock dug into my stomach, rigid, vital and demanding. “And I want to show you that I like women just fine.”I caught my breath. It was the second time in a day I’d become acquainted with a cock this way. I wasn’t complaining.What have I become?“I can tell that you do,” I said breathlessly. “Very much so.”That cocky smile he’d perfected danced across his face, but only for a second, because then he turned all serious and business-like.A shiver of anticipation tapped up my spine.“You know you’re going to get it good, don’t you?” he said, sliding his hands around the rips in my dress. “Probably better than you’ve ever had it before.”I swallowed, felt my pussy quiver and a delicious heat pool in my belly. “Okay…good.”The muscles on his shoulders contracted and once again he ripped at the dress, this time severing it completely in half and breaking the straps. It fell to the floor forgotten, a pathetically tiny piece of soggy material that had once graced a Parisian catwalk.“Dillon, I—” He hit his mouth down on mine. Claiming me, owning me with his fervor and passion. I gave as good as I got, met him kiss for kiss, winding my tongue with his wild thrusting one.He held me close, trapping my arms between our bodies. Squeezed me so tight it was hard to catch my breath. “Oh, God, what are we doing?” I gasped.“Something that has to be done,” he said, steering me toward the long, padded bench at the stern end of the deck. “And the only thing that can happen if we’re going to stay sane while we’re on this boat.” He urged me down, all the time keeping our bodies closely connected and kissing me hungrily.I fed off him, absorbed his delicious flavor that was so darkly enticing I wondered if I’d ever get enough of it.“Like this,” he said gruffly, breaking the kiss and grabbing my wrists. “I want you like this.” He yanked my arms above my head and I heard the sound of metal on metal. I twisted to see what he was doing.He’d looped the central part of the cuffs over one of the rope hooks, wedging it in tight so that my arms were held aloft and there was nothing I could do about it.I tugged and pulled, looked at his face, shadowed by the bimini overhead. The glint in his eyes and the slackness of his jaw told me something new about Dillon, something I really should have guessed—the damn cuffs got him off.Conniving bastard.“You have too much on,” he said, looping his fingers into the waistband of my tiny panties and dragging them down.I bowed my back, arched and wriggled, kicked the panties away. How could I stay mad at him when he looked like a perfect package of sinful delights all raring to go? Jesus, when had I last fucked? I could hardly remember. But what I did remember was I hadn’t felt a hundred shades of excitement just before I was penetrated. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so high on anticipation over anything, so drugged on the thought of what was coming next.Oh my.That is coming next!Dillon had shoved his trunks down and off, allowing his cock to jut free.I stared at the sheer size of it, the domed head and the thick girth. His slit was already moist as were his jet-black pubes, still wet and heavy with sea water.“Dillon, oh my God, you know it’s been a while for me and…”“Shh.” He nudged my thighs apart and settled over me, his lusty gaze drifting up to my trapped hands. “Just relax and let me work my magic.”“But.” I stretched my legs wider, allowed the head of his cock to nudge my moist entrance.“I’m clean, I promise, department health checks and all that, and I won’t come inside you.”“Oh, but…ah…” He pushed in, just the head of his cock. I was clean too and I also had birth control covered since a pregnancy scare several years ago. “Oh, Dillon, please, I…” I didn’t know if I wanted him to just ram it home or take it slow. The nip of pain was so erotic, so delicious that it was hard to think coherently.He edged in some more, palming my left breast as he did so. “Ah, baby, you’re so tight,” he said, “relax more, let me in.”“Oh, God, yes, please, just give it to me.”His gaze caught mine.I held my breath, allowed my whole being to be at his mercy. I knew he would keep his promise of giving it to me good. Dillon was undoubtedly the sexiest, most gorgeous, maddening man I’d ever allowed to fuck me.“Okay. Get ready,” he said.I strained against the cuffs, pressed my chest to his and bit down on my lower lip.He forged in, right to the hilt.I cried out, locked my legs around the backs of his thighs and squeezed my eyes shut. He’d filled me so absolutely, brutally but blissfully. I harnessed all the wild sensations bombarding my pussy and combined them with the wonderful pressure his pubis had applied to my clit.“Ah, it’s never felt so fucking good,” Dillon groaned, his lips touching mine as he spoke. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”“Oh, so do you, I—” My words trailed off as he began to move. “But I’m still mad at you for putting the cuffs back on.” I said, struggling to catch my breath.“Yeah, well, maybe if I hadn’t we wouldn’t be fucking right now.”“True.” I tugged my arms—I was truly trapped beneath him.He groaned, as though enjoying my brief struggle with the cuffs. “Ah, yes, take all of me, see how much I like fucking pussy.”“I think…I can…tell.” My words were staccato from his pumping hips knocking the wind from my lungs with each pound.He was catching my clit perfectly, and each time he withdrew and plunged back in the domed head of his cock gave my G-spot a deep and satisfying stroke. The pressure was building—soon it would over-spill.I closed my eyes, concentrated on the wonderful climax that was about to ravage my body. He was kissing me again and whispering hot, rude words of adoration. “Fuck, so hot and wet. You’ve made me so hard for you, so fucking hard.”I couldn’t kiss him back and his voice was like listening underwater. I was in a buzzy, desperate place where only sensation existed. Lost to the heated weight of his body and the hairs on his chest scratching against my nipples. The way his bone-hard cock was thrusting into me, relentlessly, indomitably, overtook my thoughts.Suddenly it was there, the point of no return. “Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop,” I cried, harnessing the bliss that was about to erupt.“Fuck, let it go already,” he said, nipping at my neck, biting, sucking.The added stimulus, the pain of his teeth and the suction he was creating toppled me into a free-fall of ecstasy. I spasmed and contracted around his cock, savoring every moment of coming with such a wonderful, satisfying intensity. He didn’t let up, continued to give me what I needed, just where I needed it, right until the waves of pleasure allowed me to breathe again.“You done?” he panted.“Oh, that was so—”“Thank fuck for that.” He pulled out of my pussy, reached down and fisted his shiny, slick shaft.I watched, mesmerized, as his slit widened and pearly cum shot onto my stomach, flooding my navel“Argh, yeah,” he groaned, jerking his shaft with violent force and releasing more semen. “God, I needed that.” He sucked in a breath, squeezed out another blast of liquid then tipped his head back and groaned. A low, belly-sound that vibrated from his body into mine.I gasped and writhed, still turned on and desperate to touch the milkyness basting my body.Dillon sat back between my legs, shoved his hand through his ocean-and-sweat-damp hair and looked down at me.“Now that is a sight to feed a man’s soul with.” He curled his lips into a smile and my heart flipped. It was the first genuine smile I’d ever seen him produce.“Well I’m glad you two have sorted out your differences.”I turned at the sound of Jose’s voice, and a dense weight crashed in my guts.Jose was sitting on the lounger staring at us. He was naked and had a hold of his cock, jacking it up and down with a lazy fist.“Jose. I, what…?” I was already hot, but a blistering flush seared over my skin. I tugged my wrists and tried to clamp my legs shut, succeeding only in locking them against Dillon.Oh, God, what must Jose think of me? Earlier on I was putting out for him and now here I was with his partner.I pressed my face into my arm, screwed my eyes closed. A knot of shame twisted around my heart and I wished Dillon would release me once and for all so I could curl into a ball and hide in a corner somewhere. Wait until all of this toe-curling embarrassment had gone away.“Hey, hey, sweetie.” Jose’s voice, soft and soothing. “I’m not being sarcastic. I’m genuinely pleased you and Dillon have got it together. It makes things so much simpler.”I opened one eye, looked at him as Dillon rubbed a hand up my leg, the callouses on his palm scratching my thigh.“You are?” I asked hesitantly. “It does?”He stood and walked under the shade of the bimini. Pulled at his cock and smoothed his thumb over the head. “Sure, Dillon and I are partners, what goes for me goes for him and vice versa.”“Yeah, we both like you,” Dillon said, dropping a kiss onto the rise of my hipbone. “And luckily it seems you like both of us.”I do. But what does that say about me?Jose suddenly released his cock and rested a hand over his eyes like a makeshift visor. He stared out to sea. “Ah, fuck. Looks like we’ve got more company.”
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November 4, 2014
Breathe You In - On Sale!
My super-sexy romance Breathe You In is on offer for a limited time only
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Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer's Recommended Read of 2013 and has claimed many 5* reviews.
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Lily Harlem is becoming my best author discovery of 2014.
In Breath You In, the love story is tender, sexy and sweet. But it is also so emotional that it brings tears to your eyes, while it gets you laughing through those tears at the same time. It touches you. The depth of characters make me envious that I’m not the author who sculpted them with such craft and perfection. There are erotic writers galore out there, but Lily Harlem has an unreachable niche all of her own. I’m glad I discovered Ms Harlem’s territory. I’ve migrated and here to stay.
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Soul-aching desire was just the beginning!
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 as our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy as one. 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.
November 3, 2014
Escape to the Country
I was thrilled this week when Escape to the Country - a totally filthy little novella I wrote years ago - hit the Best Seller List at Totally Bound!
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When the stress of city living takes its toll on Annie and Tim, a dirty weekend in the country visiting sexy friends proves to be just the antidote.
London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they're just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.
As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.
Who would have thought he'd be into that? Who would have thought ‘that' would have her buzzing from head to toe?
Reader Advisory: This book contains Ménage scenes and both M/M and F/F intimacy.
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November 2, 2014
Sex and Cupcakes
Sex and Cupcakes is a collection of essays from writer Rachel Kramer Bussel reflecting on her years as a sex columnist and cupcake blogger, detailing her dirty and sweet sides as well as sexual adventures, politics, heartbreak, tattoos and more. Sex and Cupcakes reveals the woman behind the stereotype, one far more complex than Carrie Bradshaw and her Manolos, a woman willing to expose herself, on paper and in the flesh, who takes risks and gets hurt and keeps on searching for love, sex, passion and happiness. Includes essays such as “I’m Pro-Choice and I F***,” “Wearing My Tattooed Heart On My Sleeve,” “My Boyfriend’s Fat,” “Champagne Sex,” and “Monogamishmash.”
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Lily - I've just read this book and it was a refreshing insight into the mind of a modern day woman. Full of honesty and rawness it still manages to have a light-hearted feel to it. I certainly recommend it for voyeurs and lovers of kink and sexy writings.
