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In the Pages of a Good Book Blog Hop

Welcome to the one year anniversary blog hop of In the Pages of a Good Book. The theme of the hop is friendship. What better thing to have in your life than good friends? I'm incredibly blessed and have many friends and several 'best' friends. They're the sort who I can tell anything to. They celebrate and commiserate with me, and their successes and worries are also mine.




Though I'm slightly unusual in that I have a name for this group of buddies - The Brit Babes.


We are all UK based erotica and erotic romance authors and we love nothing more than getting together for a good chat about anything and everything and also to pop the cork on a few bottles of bubbly. We've even been known to come up with ideas for anthologies!

This scrap of paper taken from a hotel room resulted in Seven Deadly Sins being published by Sweetmeats Press! 7DS is an illustrated erotic anthology and it is bloody brilliant!

Whenever I think of my friends I think of us dancing to crazy stuff,  enjoying a good giggle and then messaging each other afterwards to say what a fabulous time we'd had. Gotta love Friends!



So you can win stuff on this hop, here are the forms, you know what to do! And don't forget about the Facebook Party!

Like a freebie? Go grab a copy of The Brit Babes free anthology - Sexy Just Walked into Town.


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Kinky Cocktail - Hanky Panky

Hello, welcome, and greetings to The Golden Goose Bar where I'm serving Hanky Panky! The brilliant Kristina Lloyd is, of course, here in all her glory with her fabulous new book Undone and I'm going to shake up all that delicious spiced sexiness with a few characters of my own! You can join in the all-day party on Facebook by going here and sample other delicious cocktails here. Come on, what you waiting for, the Undone blog tour has begun!
Go on, take a sip!

Hanky Panky is a yummy cocktail that was created by the late Ada Coleman and first served in The Savoy Hotel London. Her bar was frequented by Charles Hawtrey who remarked this to her on trying the new drink she'd created just for him.
ADA - "The late Charles Hawtrey was one of the best judges of cocktails that I knew. Some years ago, when he was overworking, he used to come into the bar and say, 'Coley, I am tired. Give me something with a bit of punch in it.' It was for him that I spent hours experimenting until I had invented a new cocktail. The next time he came in, I told him I had a new drink for him. He sipped it, and, draining the glass, he said, 'By Jove! That is the real hanky-panky!' And Hanky-Panky it has been called ever since."

In my new menage a trois novel The Silk Tie the characters also frequent a bar in London, but not at the Savoy, this one is The Golden Goose which is where you are today and is near the law firms they work for the City.
I love thinking up names for British pubs in my books. They are so diverse and interesting and often when I'm out and about I see one and remember it for the next time I need one. They all come with history, with a story, they're not as random as they seem.

Here's a hanky panky snippet from the very beginning of The Silk Tie. Married couple Gabe and Hayley have just met up in The Golden Goose after a hard day in court (a bit of a habit of theirs) but little do they know Gabe's lusty new thoughts and desires for a client of his are going to throw their lives into erotic turmoil and take them on a roller coaster ride of sexual discovery. (Please note this steamy novel has m/m, m/f love and every combination of two guys and a girl you can think of!)


“Dry white wine, large, and a bottle of Becks, please.” I handed the barman a twenty and glanced around for a seat I could claim while I waited for Gabe.The Golden Goose was filling up fast; it was that time of evening, but I could see a free table and three straight-backed chairs at the rear.“Here you go.” The barman set the drinks before me then dropped the change into my palm. He flashed me a wide smile and let his fingers linger over my hand.He was new, I hadn’t seen him before; young, attractive, his blond hair super-short which highlighted his angled features. He had a small black cross in his left ear lobe and a tight, black-beaded necklace.“Thanks.” I returned the smile and collected the drinks.I saw his gaze dip to my wedding ring then he nodded politely and moved to the next customer.I smiled to myself. I adored being married to Gabe. It was the singular best thing that had ever happened in my life. Not only was he kind and caring, sexy and handsome, he was also my best friend. A person I could spend hours with talking about the intricacies of law without fear of boring him, and the man I started and ended each day with, and intended to for the rest of my life.My last few steps to the free seats had to be hurried. It was like sharks after chump in here—chairs being the chump—and a couple of suits had set their eyes on what I wanted. I sashayed with an extra roll of my hips, my heels clacking loudly on the floor, and placed the drinks down a millisecond before the men reached the table.I turned and gave them my sweetest smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you just about to…?”“It’s okay,” the dark-haired one with square-rimmed glasses said. “Ladies first.”“Only if you’re sure.” I faked a concerned expression and tugged on my bottom lip.“Absolutely.” He dropped his attention down my body.His perusal didn’t bother me. I used my hourglass figure and my femininity to my advantage. Why fight it? Why insist I wasn’t perceived as female and only as a lawyer? I was both and I could work the two roles together, and most of the time the sum equaled more than the parts. “Oh, thanks, my feet are killing me in these heels.” I quickly sat and angled my crossed legs into the space between us, staking my claim on the seat.His attention lingered on the high black stilettoes I wore. They worked well with my pale gray skirt suit. I’d added a shimmering black silk shirt and pearl earrings to complete the outfit. I’d enjoyed the sexy feel of the silk all day, skimming over my breasts and touching my neck.I tapped the air with the toe of my shoe and took a sip of wine.“Perhaps you’d like some company,” he said, supping on his beer then taking a step closer. His friend did the same, putting his hand on the back of one of the free chairs.“Well, that would have been lovely, but—”“Do you work around here?” his friend interrupted.“Yes.”“So do we, for The Mail. Always chasing hot stories.”“And hot women,” the bloke with the glasses said with a smirk. “I’m Neil by the way.”“Sam,” his mate said, holding out a hand in my direction.I ignored it, inwardly groaned and took another sip of my drink. I’d actually planned on sending a couple of texts to friends while I waited for Gabe. I’d been neglectful of communication lately, so caught up in work and my husband that chatting to friends sometimes got left by the wayside.“Hey, gorgeous.”I turned at the sound of Gabe’s voice.He stood just to my right, all wide shoulders and determined, set jaw. He had on my very favorite black suit today, the one he’d only half discarded when he’d fucked me last week. A little tremor snagged at my clit as I remembered the earth-moving orgasm he’d treated me to. It had been worth the expense of that new underwear even if it hadn’t stayed on long. “Hey,” I said. “You’re here.”He didn’t answer. Instead, he considered the two men looming over me. His blue-gray eyes held a steely glint and a muscle flickered in his cheek.“I’m sorry, didn’t realize you were waiting for someone,” the guy with the glasses said as he stepped backward.His friend let go of the chair and eyed Gabe warily.“Yes, my husband,” I said, enjoying the bloom of pride that filled my chest whenever I referred to Gabe that way. Mine, he was mine, the man in my life, my protector, my lover, my knight in shining armor.“Well, we’ll, er, leave you to it,” the bespectacled man said, moving away.He was closely followed by his mate.“Hassling you?” Gabe asked, bending to kiss my cheek.“They’d only just started. I’d have soon got rid of them.”He smiled and stroked the back of his index finger down my face. “I have no doubts about that.”Sitting, he reached for his beer and took a long drink. I studied his light-brown hair, parted to the right. It was short and neat, as neat as when he’d left the house that morning. He had a dusting of stubble appearing on his chin and cheeks, a little over his top lip, but none on the small silvery scar just in front of his left ear. That stayed smooth and pale—the wire fence that had cut him as a kid had left a small zigzag shape.“How was your day?” I asked.“Busy as always.” He rested his arm around the back of my seat so that he was kind of hugging me but not. It was a possessive gesture, but I didn’t mind. I liked being his.“Got a tricky financial divorce to get through, big money, high stakes.”“Oh, yeah?”“Yeah, it’s a successful business man, property mainly. Brent Dawson. His wife’s been having an affair and is now trying to take him for everything.”I shook my head. “That’s not fun.”Gabe frowned. “No, I feel sorry for him and I can’t understand why it’s happened.”“What do you mean?”“He’s the sort of bloke other men want to be like, you know? He had everything to offer her yet she looked elsewhere.”I raised my eyebrows. I couldn’t imagine Gabe—gorgeous, confident, super-successful Gabe—ever wanting to be like anyone other than himself. “Why, what’s he like?”Gabe shrugged. “Well, I suppose he’s just got loads going for him.”“Like what?”He took a sip of his beer, then, “Wealth, success, good looks, great body—”“Great body?” I raised my eyebrows.“Well…He’s an athlete, or into sports, tennis he said, and cycling. Not an ounce of fat on him. He’s got long, strong arms and legs.”I’d never heard Gabe comment on another man’s physique before and it sparked my curiosity. “How do you know about his body?”Gabe poked at the label on his beer and cast his eyes downwards. “Just a guess.”I laughed. “Well, I don’t have to guess to know you’ve got a great body. Come on, it’s too busy in here. Let’s go home.”“Yeah, it’s hot too.” He fingered the rim of his collar.I stood and pulled the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “Be hotter at home.”He grinned and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You better believe it, baby.”
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Stepping into our Chelsea townhouse, I kicked my high-heeled shoes into the corner of the hallway and dropped my handbag on a tall-backed chair.“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” I said to Gabe as I deadlocked the door.“Yes, you do that. I’ll make us a bedroom picnic.”“Sounds interesting.”“It will be.”I laughed and headed for the bedroom. After shutting the curtains then stripping my clothes off, I set my earrings on a stylish mirrored dressing table and headed for the ensuite.It was newly refurbished as a wet room and was all dark slate, moody downlighters and minimalist chrome fittings. I loved it. It was trendy and practical, the perfect combination.I turned on the shower to the rainforest setting and stood under the fall of hot water.After a quick shampoo, I lathered up with my favorite Jo Malone showergel, washed, rinsed then stepped out. There was no point putting clothes on, Gabe would only take them off again, so I bundled up in a fluffy red robe, rubbed at my long curls to get the worst of the water off then wandered into the bedroom.Gabe was at the bedside table, lighting a candle.“That was quick,” he said, smiling my way.The muted shadows of the room sliced across his handsome face and a tug in my groin reminded me how much I wanted him. But we had all night. We were married, in our own home—sometimes it was nice not to rush. He was a sure thing.“Yes, I’m hungry,” I said with a smile then licking my lips.“I’ve done cheese and biscuits, grapes and some of that foie gras from yesterday.”“Perfect.” I walked over to the tray he’d set on the end of the bed and popped a green grape into my mouth.“Can you wait while I have a shower?” he asked.“Of course.”He’d already removed his jacket so I kneeled on the bed to watch him take his clothes off. He had no idea how much it turned me on to see him undress. It was like my very own personal striptease show and I did my utmost to watch him if I had the chance.Slowly, so slowly, he unknotted his tie and pulled it free from his collar. All kinds of delicious thoughts came to me whenever I saw that particular navy tie. It was the one he’d wrapped around my wrists then wrapped around the bedpost last time we’d been away. Surrendering to him, letting him pleasure me in the most deliciously torturous ways with his fingers, tongue and cock had left me wrung out and more satisfied that I could ever remember.He laid the tie on the chair by my dressing table then undid his small shirt buttons. Each one revealed a little more of his hair-coated chest until finally his navel was also on show.I cut myself a sliver of cheese then nibbled it. I loved his stomach. It wasn’t bricked and defined like a supermodel’s, because he wasn’t a supermodel, but it was flat and had a tantalizing strip of thickening hair leading to his waistband.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.A tightening in my belly sent shivers of arousal to my pussy and my nipples.“Well, I never thought I’d use my belt on my gorgeous wife, but if you insist.” He spoke in a dark, husky way that assured me that the only thing on his mind now was sex. Sex and fucking.He leaned forward, hung above me, and spoke onto my lips. “The picnic will wait until after I’ve had my wicked way with you.”“I think that would work.” I straightened my legs and rested back onto the bed. He pushed into me and set a kiss over my lips.“Mmm…” he said, shifting. “Like this.”His weight was heavy on me, his legs either side of my hips as he sat straight, straddling my body. His ass on my lower abdomen.I stared up at him. His skin was dark in comparison to the open white shirt he still wore and his shoulders so wide blocking out the rest of the room from my vision.He was all I saw.He was all I wanted.“Put your hands over your head, Mrs. Stone.”“Yes, Mr. Stone. Anything you say, Mr. Stone.” I did as he’d asked and curled my fingers around the wooden slats in our bedframe.“Very good.” He reached upward and threaded the belt through my wrists.I studied the underside of his chin as he worked. Peppered with stubble and with a slight indent as he stretched forward. I could see his pulse beating beneath the surface of his skin, pounding away as fast as mine was.This moment of surrender, of giving myself to him was thrilling, and as the belt tightened on my flesh and his fingers secured the buckle, the worries and stresses of the day rose from me.I was his now. Nothing else mattered.
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Want to keep reading… please purchase The Silk Tie from Amazon/Amazon UK.


All 5* Reviews for The Silk Tie!
"HOLY CRAP this book was freakin hot!"
"Wow….......really don;t know where to start. Such an amazingly hot read."
"Let's just say the steam-factor on this book is a 10, on a scale of 1-5. The dang thing mighta crashed my iPad it was so freaking hot. I loved every dirty second of it. Recommend to all lovers of M/M romance, and ménage."
"One of those books that should be recommended to all your friends because it is a very beautiful love story between three very unforgettable people, and I know I will be reading it again and again."
"I can’t wait to read more by this author – this is the best erotic romance book I have read."
"The Silk Tie is yet another fabulous read from Lily Harlem. This author has a flair for ménage and all things sexy."
And if you enjoy The Silk Tie, check out The Glass Knot, also available on Amazon/Amazon UK

Recipe for Hanky Panky.
From The Savoy Cocktail Book by Harry Craddock
In a cocktail shaker over ice pour:1/2 (1 1/2oz.) Italian Vermouth1/2 (1 1/2oz) Dry Gin2 dashes Fernet BrancaStirStrain into a (4 oz.) cocktail glass.Garnish by squeezing an orange peel over the top.

Now head back to the menu for more kinky cocktails and dirty flavours to whet your appetite and quench your thirst! And don't forget about the Facebook party where authors and readers will be giggling and downing drinks at a hedonistic pace! Want to  join in on Twitter? - here you go #kinkydrinks.

Do make sure you check out Undone, it's promising to be another amazing dark piece of erotica from Kristina and I for one can't wait to get my hot little hands on it!

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Stories for When the Sun Goes Down - The Lily Harlem Collection

Do you enjoy short sexy stories to get you in the mood? If so then pick up a copy of my collection, Stories for When the Sun Goes Down!
Here are the details…
Contents Madam President - award-winning story!The Champagne Whore Shy Bird The Actress Making Shapes I Promise to Please I Promise to Surrender I Promise to Perform A Classic Wedding Night Stable Manners 
Please note most stories have been previously published in a variety of US and UK anthologies.
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Harlem Dae Magazine!

Anything for Him - Chapter One #freeread #eroticsuspense #ebook

Chapter One
I stared at the photograph he’d emailed me. He’d promised he would and, finally, it had arrived.It wasn’t what I’d expected; not that I thought for a minute he’d send me a copy of his passport photo; but this, this had really taken me by surprise. The odd angle of the camera lens and the overwhelming suggestiveness shocked me. It was deeply personal, completely voyeuristic and undoubtedly the most erotic image I had ever laid eyes on.But it gave nothing away of the face I longed to see; yet, it told me so much about the man I’d been obsessing about for weeks. I reached over and clicked the printer to life. As it clanked through the setting-up motions, I leaned closer to my computer screen and allowed him to fill my vision.His long, pale, black-hair-coated shin was in the forefront of the picture. The knee flopped wantonly towards the camera, making the patella the largest thing in the frame. His foot was out of shot. Beyond his leg, I could make out the right side of his torso – just – a small amount of lean waist, a hint at a taut set of ribs and a balled shoulder leading to what looked like a busy hand. I say busy, because he appeared to be jerking off, but of course, that could just be my filthy imagination.His head was thrown back, his chin jutted upwards, his prominent Adam’s apple in profile against the bottle-green wall behind him. Other than his chin, not one facial feature could be identified, but what I saw of his chin, chiselled and dented at the centre, led me to believe the rest of his face would be angular and long.Seedy shadows doused the whole image, the covers on the bed dusky green, almost brown, and the lighting, maybe shining through a cheap drawn curtain, was dim.He seemed completely uninhibited despite the camera, which I guessed was on a timer. I gulped down a bite of bile as a sudden wave of regret at the photo I’d sent him rolled through me. I’d thought I was being sassy, original, beating him at his own game. But it was clear now that I played with someone who knew how to think out of the box, stay a step ahead, out-manoeuvre me without even needing to try.The printer creaked to readiness and I hit the print button. I had to have his image in my hands, laser scanned, details ripe for scrutiny. As it whirred and heaved and slowly spat out the paper, I paced my office-cum-artist studio, frantically scratching the tops of my arms with my nails.Damn that picture of my right areola. Not that it was a bad areola or a bad picture, it wasn’t. I was perfectly pert and the pixel count excellent. I had even rubbed an ice cube around my tight nub, before pulling it to a painful point, then, as a final creative flair, shined a spotlight on it. The dark room and bright light had made my wet skin golden, my nipple a rosy pink. The round-tipped point was blood-filled, the flesh leading to it wrinkled in an ordered, twisted way, as it strained to seek out more stimulation.Damn that picture. His wasn’t exactly classy, but it was artistic, unique, risqué. Mine was just a token rude shot, though at least I’d resisted a shot of my newly shaved pussy. I would be in cringing hell right now if I’d followed through with that plan.The next question was, of course, would we meet? We’d had a deal – if we liked the look of one another we would make arrangements for a date, a face-to-face encounter. Although, judging by the dirty routes our conversations had taken lately, I reckoned there would be considerably more than just our faces meeting. At least that was what I hoped.So, my answer to ‘should we meet’ was a happy-dancing ‘yes’, my panties wet just from the sight of that bony shin and jauntily jutted head. The image of him alone, masturbating, thinking of me, possibly, had me so turned on my clit bobbed and my nipples were as tight as when they’d been treated to that ice cube.But what about him? Would he think me unimaginative, boring, dull? The trouble was with Liuz, he was so articulate, so self-assured, and despite his first language being Polish, his mastery of English was excellent. Not that mine isn’t too. I’m a journalist, studied at Canterbury, and I’m also an artist, but somehow he always seemed to second guess what I was saying, or going to say, in my emails.I held the newly printed-out photo in the air, the paper warm on my fingertips. I enjoyed having it A4 size, and peered closely.I could make out the dark shafts of his leg hairs winding out of his skin, the creases on the sheet below his body wrinkled like ripples in water. Perhaps, also, I could make out a burn of black-fuzzed hair coming down in front of his ear, but I couldn’t be sure. It could be more of the stubble that coated his neck.After retrieving a couple of drawing pins from a purple, sparkly pot on my desk, I hung Liuz’s image on my pin board, right in front of my desk. Where I could gorge on it; for when I looked at him, a fraction of the need, the burning want inside me, was sated.Taking a deep breath, I did what I had to do next – check my in-box. We’re in the same time zone now that I’m back from my business trip to the United States, so he could have possibly seen it already. Plus, as a general rule he was at his computer. I wasn’t sure exactly what he did, but he worked from home. Marketing he’d said, something about buying and selling stock.In-box. One new message.From him.I sucked in a breath and opened it. Those few seconds it took to process were absolute agony.‘Your picture arrived.’A rippling tightness in my guts had my belly tensing. Did he like it? Did he think I’d cheated by sending him so little to go on when he’d offered up so much? Given me such an honest picture that showed him vulnerable, a label I never would have given Liuz.Quickly, I typed a response. Typical me, I avoided the pressing point. ‘So did yours.’‘And what did you think?’‘I think you look like you are enjoying yourself.’‘Mmm, enjoying or just taking care of an urge? A necessary task, if you like.’‘So which was it?’‘Which would you rather it was?’I hesitated for a moment, then decided to risk a knock-back. ‘I hope you were enjoying yourself. I hope you were thinking of me, imagining you were fucking me.’ I hit send and waited for a response.Nothing.One minute stretched into two.I stood and flung open the window to the autumn morning. Immediately, sounds of the city filtered up. Car horns, bus engines, the shouts of the workmen several buildings down.Another message. About bloody time.‘I was thinking of you, but not about fucking you.’‘What then?’‘Ah, that’s for me to know and you to find out, Aniolku.’I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth in frustration. He often did this, refused to answer something or turned it around on me. Also, if he knew he was playing coy, or being shifty, he’d nearly always add on ‘Aniolku’ at the end. I’d asked him what it meant a few weeks ago. He’d told me it was ‘angel’ in Polish. I’d laughed and said that surely by now he knew I was no angel. His reply was that was what made it such a perfect endearment for me.‘Is that your bedroom?’ I asked, desperate to know more about the picture, and in turn, learn more about Liuz.‘No, it’s my mate’s bedsit.’‘Really?’‘Yeah, really.’‘Did he take the picture?’‘LOL, no, I was alone there. He just happens to have a nice camera.’‘Wouldn’t he mind you spunking out on his sheets?’‘I’m a big boy, I can control where I come. I’ve also heard of tissues.’A rise of heat flushed over my chest, and I squirmed on the seat. Just the image of long, pearly jets of cum, spurting out onto that lean torso and dribbling into dark body hair, turned me on ridiculously. I could only imagine how his groans of pleasure would sound, how ragged his breaths would become, and what his sex-sweat would smell like, taste like.I wanted to know all of these things for real. I wanted to know every tiny morsel of information about Liuz more than anything else I’d ever wanted to know.There was an extended pause, then he typed, ‘Yours didn’t reveal much.’‘I thought the idea was not to give too much away.’‘You mean you were playing a game with me, and here was I thinking that we were just swapping honest photos of one another.’‘Yours is hardly a mantelpiece portrait.’‘Depends what else is on the mantelpiece.’An image of his home came to my mind, created entirely in my imagination. He’d told me nothing other than that he lived in a mate’s bedsit in Brixton. Sharing or not, I wasn’t sure. But now, after seeing the photograph of his friend’s place, I visualised something painted in muted colours; moss green and muddy-puddle brown. Sparsely furnished with daylight penetrating curtains, bare bulbs. I don’t know why, but this image thrilled me so much more than the thought of a living space neat and ordered, pristine and thought-out. Liuz spent his time immersed in his work, head in his computer – well, either his work or indulging in teasing, flirting and sometimes downright rude talk with me – so I imagined his place would be functional rather than decorative.‘OK, I should have given you more to go on,’ I typed back.‘No worries, you have a nice tit. I can tell it would be a good handful and your nipple is perfectly suckable.’I read that last line twice, and my areolas tingled deliciously at the thought of his mouth on me. Blood rushed to my entire breast, and my nipples pressed into my thin cotton bra. I circled my right nipple, the one on the photograph, over my clothes and allowed the stiffening sensation to bloom.‘Would you like that?’ he replied before I could respond to his last email.‘Yes.’‘What else would you like, Aniolku?’‘What else would you do?’‘You mean after I curled my tongue around your nipples, stroked my hands over your breasts and fed you deep into my mouth, pulling you in, devouring you, making you moan for more?’‘Yes, what else would you do?’I had my hand inside my bra now, plucking and pulling at my nipple. I wished it was his hot mouth, hard and urgent, not gentle – rough and demanding was what I wanted, what I yearned for.‘What would you want me to do?’ he asked.Damn him always throwing questions back at me. I closed my eyes. I had to write something. I knew him well enough by now to know he wouldn’t respond until I did.Once again an image flooded my mind. It was a lewd, sordid image of me, on my knees. A threadbare carpet beneath me and a bare light bulb above. I was naked, naked and submissive. Before me stood Liuz, tall, lean, golden-skinned, holding his cock towards my face. A beautiful cock, fat and generous in length, the glans engorged and the cleft below the head deep. I could see a drop of pre-cum nestled in the slit, and I could hear him telling me, ‘Lick it off, whore. Lick me, suck me. Do as I say.’These images were new to me, sinfully wicked, and generated a well of guilt at what they suggested I really wanted, deep in my soul. But I couldn’t ignore them. Something about Liuz and the way he was with me had drawn rank thoughts and lusty needs to the surface; allowed them out to play, if only in my mind. It seemed they had moved in, for a while at least, and I couldn’t ignore them.I settled my fingertips over the keyboard and nibbled on my bottom lip as I wondered what to write. Nothing too crude, but something a little edgy. Eventually I settled on, ‘Next I want you to pretend my mouth is your hand. Do what you did to yourself in the picture.’‘You mean jerk into you hard and fast. I don’t wank like a delicate little flower, you know.’‘I can imagine.’‘I’d back you up against a wall and hold your head tight. Forge in and out without a thought for your breathing. After all, my hand doesn’t need to breathe, does it?’My heart raced. ‘What else?’‘I wouldn’t give a shit about whether or not your gag reflex was killing you. I’d ram down your throat, enjoying the wet tightness. And I’d shout at you too.’My fingers shook as I typed. ‘What would you shout?’Lust screeched around my system.‘That you had to suck harder, open wider, then when I was about to come I would shout at you to swallow, to keep swallowing until I told you to stop. I would keep ramming into you until my bollocks were drained and my cock started to soften.’I stroked my clit through the gusset of my leggings and gave in to a few deep rotations. I knew I would have to masturbate soon. The need was building, a carnal pressure that would soon require release. One-handedly I replied, ‘OK.’There was long pause, which allowed me to fret myself to an ass-clenching state of arousal; then he answered, ‘We should definitely meet.’I’d sneaked my devilish fingers into my panties now, and the glossy pea that was my clitoris took a hard and fast beating. Once again, I typed ‘OK’ then, as I hit send, I arched my back, reared my hips off the seat and allowed a sharp climax to take control. I panted through the waves of pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut and once again visualised Liuz before me, thrusting his dick into my mouth, over and over and over.Our meeting couldn’t come soon enough.
To continue reading please purchase Anything For Him. Amazon Amazon UK Mischief

Cover Reveal - Claw Mark

Coming on the 24th of September, Claw Mark, the sequel to Bite Mark.
Blurb

Being married to two sexy vampires is as exciting as it is dangerous. One minute I’m on top of the world, the next I’m running for my life. But it’s okay with Aimery and Ryle at my side—they’ve sworn to love and protect me and keep me satisfied until I’m old and gray.
But when everything crashes down, literally, I can see no way out of the darkness—death my best option. Until two unusual men come bounding to my aid.
Gentle Caleb and prickly Isaac have secrets. They’re full of passion, desire, love and lust and their isolated lives are weaved with mystery. But I know what they are. I’m also craving some serious satisfying, a distraction from my dilemma, and it seems these guys are up for the job.
Will my life always be turbulent, terrifying and tempting beyond belief? Nothing is certain in a world of vampires and shifters.
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BITE MARK

Blurb
Life in London as a butcher girl is hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. So stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because sexy, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me.

But Aimery’s friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they?

Learning the truth about my lovers brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I’d ever gone before, show me pleasures I’d never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much erotic fun—or so deliciously dangerous.
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A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave