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Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is out in Print!

That's right, my contemporary m/f novel set in the Cotswolds, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is now available in print as well as ebook. I was thrilled to have the delectable Francis Cura as the cover model and you can see more yummy pictures of him HERE.

Blurb for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity.
If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.
Ebook
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Print
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Praise for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies

"This was a great book that really showed two characters that had amazing chemistry and how the author was able to tweak them in just a way as to make the story different from all the others on the market today."
"I have read a good number of Lily Harlem books, but this might be my favourite." 
"If every girl's first time had a Shane in it, the world of womanhood would be a better place! This book is steamy and will leave you looking for a steamy scene of your own."
"This is a great, quick, easy, sexy, loveable book by Lily Harlem! I highly recommend this to anyone. Loved it!"
"I love this author. Her characters are always so real."

Sigil Fire by Erzabet Bishop plus author interview

Where there’s smoke there’s Hellfire.
Blurb
Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil.
Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless. With the aid of her nest mate Perry and his partner Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.
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Excerpt:
Blood pounded in her temples, and Sonia’s feet hit the pavement. Tears blurred her vision as the reality of what almost happened sunk in. He was the killer, and he knew where she lived. He was a fallen angel.Turning the corner, she saw the tattoo parlor and picked up her pace. The shadows mocked her from every angle. He would be out there waiting. His oily presence oozed unholy joy at her panic, and she stumbled, almost losing her footing on the uneven sidewalk. Footsteps echoed on the street behind her, and in her panic, she couldn’t distinguish between friend and foe.The glass doors loomed large, windows covered with posters of the latest trends in piercing and ink.Pulling maniacally on the door, Sonia let out a howl of frustration to discover it locked. “Son of a bitch! Oh Goddess! Open up!” Tears ran down her face, and she tore at the door, hoping for some weakness that would allow her entry. Something. Anything.She bit back a sob and staggered backward. It was over. He would find her in moments.The street had become too quiet and the echo of sinister laughter crept along the edge of darkness. The bastard was playing with her.Fear shot through Sonia’s body, numb and cold, causing her to yelp as the doors rattled behind her.The sound of a barking dog came from the interior of the shop.A voluptuous dark-haired woman leaned out, the bluish light illuminating her features with beams of icy radiance. “If you’re looking for a corner, succubus, you’ve picked the wrong one. Move it along.”Sonia stepped closer to the door, turning her head into the light. “I’m here to see Fae.” She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. The T-shirt and jeans had been warm enough earlier, but the air had turned chillier.“Red?” The woman’s eyes grew wide. She assessed Sonia’s every movement.Sonia shook her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. “Do you know me?The barking of a dog sounded closer, and the dark-haired woman drew back as the little body pushed past her.Sonia leaned down. “What are you doing here?”The little dog barked furiously, wagging its tail and whining. Its furry little face searched Sonia’s, and it jumped against Sonia’s leg, licking her hand.“Hey there. Glad to see you made it home.” Sonia reached down at petted dog’s head.Snorting, the dog rubbed its head against Sonia’s hand, letting out a delighted sound.“Your dog knows me.” Sonia searched the dark-haired woman’s face. “I saved it. In the alley yesterday. There was a demon trying to take it.”“Jellybean, what have you been doing?” Fae returned her gaze to Sonia and stared hard. “You saved her? How?”A frustrated snort came from the dog, and she growled at the shadows.“You’re lucky that you have a hellhound to watch over you. Someone must have loved you a lot.”The woman’s face softened. “My mother. Jellybean was the last gift she gave me before she died.”“Can you please let me in?” Sonia glanced behind her. The shadows grew longer, and the temperature continued to drop. The street was deserted now. “I need to see Fae. Monty sent me.” Sonia hated that her voice shook. She couldn’t help but notice the woman who blocked her path was intoxicating. The stranger’s dark hair rippled in the cold light of the shop, and her tight fitting shirt revealed far more than it chose to conceal. Her eyes burned black in the darkness, and despite her fear, Sonia felt herself falling inside them. They were safe. Familiar somehow. It didn’t make sense.“Why the hell would Monty send you here?” The woman straightened, and the illusion of a simple shop owner vanished.Jellybean barked. The dog’s body tensed, and she stood in front of Sonia, protecting her from the darkness beyond. The energy on the street grew malignant. The dog’s eyes flashed red and power radiated from her.Sonia and the woman stared, momentarily speechless.“Well, I’ll be damned. Come on.” The woman grinned as Jellybean jumped up and down. “Get in here.”Dark laughter echoed down the street and Sonia flinched.Jellybean growled, the hair on the back of her neck standing straight up.Sighing deeply, the woman held the door open. “Come on then. Jellybean’s vouching for you and I’ve been looking for you myself.”“Thank you.” Sonia scurried through the door, tears of relief brimming on her lashes. She blinked, but the tears still managed to fall. She was an immortal. Fear was not something she was used to living with, and it made her angry. Her head and soul were still spinning from everything that had happened in the past hour. She staggered. Her life was about to change even more. She could feel it.
Interview with Erzabet
How did you come up with Sigil Fire?This story began as a writing prompt that didn’t make it into the anthology it was originally intended for. After much more work, I sent it in to the Ylva Halloween anthology and the amazing and wonderful Astrid believed it could be so much more. What was a nine thousand word story became a nearly thirty thousand word novella.
Will there be a sequel?
Yes. Charley, Perry, Sonia and Fae will be back for book two, which has already begun.
Favorite dessert?Chocolate. Any kind. Anywhere.
Do you have a pet?Yes. My husband and I have a pack of furry canine children that constantly keep us on our toes.
Favorite place to relax?That would have to be in bed with a good book, my puppy Tadpole by my side.
Who are some of your favorite urban fantasy or erotic authors?There are so many! I love Kim Harrison, Lisabet Sarai, Jaye Wells, Red Phoenix, Cari Silverwood, DL King, Alison Tyler, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Rhavensfyre, Patricia Briggs, Laura Antoniou…the list goes on and on. If I could be sealed in a room for a year I would never be bored reading these fabulous authors and more.
What are you working on now?I have several works in progress. I write for the serial, Club Rook and am in the middle of two episodes to finish out the first season. There is also a CYOA for Silkwords, a twisted fairy tale for Decadent and a Halloween tale for my wonderful friends at Ylva. Not to mention the urban fantasy romance I’m up to my knees in for Sci Spanks coming up in a week or so.


What is Sci Spanks?I’m glad you asked! It is a wonderful event for authors and readers to get together around their love of reading erotic literature. Some spanking may be involved, so warm up your paddles! Check out this link to the Facebook page and consider being an ambassador. 
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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website with her Fetish Fair choose your own romantic adventure stories, Elemental Passions, Potnia, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II,  Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Holidays in Hell, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming, Cleis), Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission (upcoming Cleis), Hungry for More (upcoming Cleis), Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Eternal Haunted Summer,  Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Dinner Date, Tethered, Sigil Fire, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation.  She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week another smooch from Scored, my sexy soccer novel.


I glanced at the elevator screen. Damn, I was going down, to the spa instead of up. Oh well. I’d had to get out of the lobby before Medusa-Fellows solidified me anyway.The doors opened and the chlorinated air from the pool seeped in. But that barely registered in my mind, because standing in red trunks with a white towel slung around his neck was Lewis. His wet hair was mussed up and his skin dewy and damp. Fuck, the guy just got more gorgeous every time I saw him. It wasn’t a case of getting used to his stunning looks, they just bowled me over anew.“Hello, Nicky,” he said, stepping in next to me.“Hi.” Seriously, how could he act so cool? How could I be expected to act cool when he looked like every dirty dream and carnal fantasy rolled into one?The doors slid shut and I pressed the button for level three.“I presume you’re going to your room and not to the lobby dressed like that?” I said.“Yep.”I glanced up at him. He was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. His shoulders were raised and tense and he was staring straight at me with a sharp glint in his eye.“Great game, congratulations.”“Thank you.” His words were short and clipped.“What?” I asked, feeling unaccountably off-kilter. Was he angry with me? What had I done? I hadn’t told anyone he’d been in my room for tea. I hadn’t even told anyone we’d ever spoken outside of the press conferences.“You told me...” he said, “that...”Okay, now I was really nervous. His eyes were thin slits; I could only just make out that perfect shade of deep-ocean blue through his lashes. “What did I tell you?”“That you weren’t seeing anyone.”“I’m not.”He stepped toward me, big and brooding. His sudden indomitable expression was more than a little disturbing.I backed up and my shoulders hit the cool mirrored wall.He followed, penning me in. He was all acres of perfect flesh, toned muscles and steely determination. My stomach somersaulted, my heart rate rocketed and I gripped the brass bar that lined the elevator. I’d never felt so physically small in my life.“So who was the guy who thought it was okay to wrap his arms around you at the press conference?”“That was just Phil.” My voice was a little squeaky, but I wasn’t complaining, I was surprised I could even speak. Why the hell would Phil matter to Lewis?“Just Phil?” he said.I nodded. “Yes, just Phil.” I could smell Lewis now, a combination of chlorine, soap and raw maleness. As he spoke his sweet breath breezed warm onto my cheek and sent a sizzle of awareness shooting down my middle, tickling my nipples and creating a buzz in my clitoris. This man did seriously dangerous things to my body, like letting it think it was in charge of my brain.“So he’s not your boyfriend?”“No, definitely not. Phil is a work colleague who gets a bit flirty now and then. But I hardly know him really.”I wasn’t sure if I’d said the right thing because a small muscle flexed and un- flexed in Lewis’ cheek and his nostrils flared.“Really, there’s nothing between us,” I said. “I’m free as a bird, no one to answer to, no one to—”“Stop talking.” He glanced at the elevator dashboard then turned his attention back to me.“Why.”“Because I want to test a theory.” He nipped my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilted my head and dropped his face until his lips were just a hair’s-breadth from mine.“What theory would that be?” I whispered, wondering if my knees would continue to hold me up for more than another few seconds. Damn, he was so close. I felt completely consumed by him.“The kiss-and-tell theory.”“Oh, well I—”My words were cut short as his mouth connected with mine. Smooth, pliant lips and a softly probing tongue taking possession, owning and controlling.A small whimper mewed up from my throat. Fuck. Lewis Tate was kissing me. And not only that he was one hell of a kisser. Gentle but firm, and he tasted delicious; fresh and sexy and perhaps a tang of mint.I opened up and let him in. Searched for his tongue with mine and allowed him to set the pace and depth. Surely I was in the middle of a fantastic dream. How had I got so lucky to have such an incredible man kissing me?He kept a tight hold of my chin as he pulled away. “You’re so sweet,” he murmured, his downcast gaze searching my face. “So please don’t prove my instincts wrong.”“What instincts?” I was struggling to catch my breath, control the tremble in my belly.There was a sudden ping, the elevator jolted to a stop, and the doors slid open.Lewis backed up rapidly, gripped the ends of the towel that was still around his neck, and squared his stance.A waiter holding an ice bucket stared in at us.“Good evening,” Lewis said, stepping past him.I followed, tightening my purse over my shoulder and avoiding the waiter’s curious stare. Surely he hadn’t seen the captain of the England football team pressing me against the wall and kissing me into oblivion. Lewis had stepped away by the time the doors had slid open.Hadn’t he?I couldn’t ask Lewis because our corridor was not deserted. Two maids were re-stocking trolleys, and as we walked past them a guy in an England tracksuit bolted out of a room.“Ah, there you are, Tate. I was just coming to look for you. Do you want me to do those Achilles stretches now?”“Yeah, that would be great," Lewis said. "I’ve just had that post-match swim you suggested.”“I thought that’s where you were. Come on, let’s go in my room and get it done while the tendons are still loose and before it gets any later than it already is.”He re-opened his door and ushered Lewis in.Lewis didn’t give me a backward glance.I hunted for my keycard and let myself into my own room. My mind was spinning, my lips tingling. Lewis and his theory testing had thrown me into such a state of confusion I hardly knew which way was up and which way was down.I dumped my purse, flicked on the shower and stripped naked. I needed to think.Because one thing was for sure, although I’d admired Lewis Tate as a footballer for many years, Lewis Tate the man, the guy who didn’t believe he was great even though he was, had crawled under my skin and was owning not just every waking thought but all of my dreams too.
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Need more? Then why not indulge in some sexy soccer  between the pages of Scored… available from Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Kobo, iBooks and Barnes and Noble.

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Hello Saturday Spankers - here is a few from Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse published by Mischief at HarperCollins.


This bit of voyeurism is a steamy section of the book that certainly has its fair share of hefty thwacks. Our heroine, nurse Sharon, has been persuaded by hunky junior doctor Carl to accompany him to the operating room in the middle of the night during their break. He's discovered that one of the top surgeons and his senior scrub nurse get up to all kinds of kinky fun when the lights go off and the patients are back on the ward - he just can't resist showing Sharon…




‘Keep still or you’ll get twenty strikes,’ Hartley said severely. But despite his tone he rubbed his palm soothingly over her arse, as if pacifying the blanching skin.

She moaned and widened her legs.

‘Are you taking your punishment well?’ he asked.

‘Yes, sir, oh, yes.’

‘Let me see.’ He stroked down her cleft and inserted two, maybe three, fingers between her legs.

‘Ah . . .’ she gasped, her spine stiffening.

I clenched my thigh muscles. There was no denying the fact that I was getting turned-on watching their little show. There was a heat building in my pelvis and my clit was swelling, buzzing with a rush of blood.

I glanced at Carl. He was staring through the window, wide-eyed, lips parted. I wished I could see if he had a hard on. I’d bet my last pound that he did. What guy wouldn’t get stiff seeing a hot nurse spanked and fingered?


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Available in ebook and print, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse has received high praise.
"Excellent racy and fun. Highly recommended. A naughty nurse with class, style, and a big big heart!"
"This was another great read by Lily Harlem!"
"I found this to be a beautifully erotic novel tailored round a downright dirty at times, who- dunnit mystery, flowing into a will-she-wont-she get the right man romance."

Box Set Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the Box Set Giveaway Hop, I'm so glad you're here. Today I'm going to be giving away a copy of the Spice Rack Box Set to one lucky winner.
The Spice Rack Box Set contains three stories, two novels and a novella. I've written the novella and it's called Joy Ride which can also be purchased individually.

You can find out more about all the delights of The Spice Rack on my website!

I'd also like to tell you about another Box Set I feature in called Submit and Obey which will appeal to all you little BDSM kinksters.

Just look who I'm snuggled up in these sexy pages with - Sierra Cartwright, Justine Elyot, Ashe Barker, Natalie Dae and Marie Haynes - oh, yes, it's hot.
That Filthy Book is my novel in To Submit and Obey and is a book I co-wrote with Natalie Dae - you can find out more about our co-author work on the Harlem Dae website. That Filthy Book is available from all good ebook retailers and has been hailed by reviewers as a 'Book every woman should read'!

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Blurb…
Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it's reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.
Here's an excerpt from That Filthy Book… 18+
I sighed and flopped onto our bed, staring out of the window at the onset of night. Funny, but I noticed how much the layout of our room resembled the one at the hotel, only our furniture was real wood and the walls were bright with sunny yellow paint and gold- coloured bedding. The cream curtains fluttered in the slight breeze, sifting through the open crack, cooling the room to a pleasant temperature. I needed it—I’d been getting far too hot lately. And I also needed Jacob to call. I wanted to hear his voice, and I was just about ready to fully confess my latest fantasy. With me here all alone, we could talk without interruption. I hated being away from him like this, and who knew, a bit of phone sex might bring us closer, despite the miles separating us.I idled away the time conjuring images of Jacob holding me close, my back to his chest, his cock nudging my arse cleft. I imagined how his rigid tip would butt my puckered hole, trying to gain entrance, his hands spanning my hips as he held me steady.“Bend over, bitch,” he’d say.And I’d obey, perhaps clutching the windowsill, perhaps the footrest, or maybe even the headboard as we both knelt on the bed. The locations weren’t my main focus, though. The entry was.My cunt clenched and juices seeped, my clit starting that delicious throb that told me I’d need to masturbate to relieve it. Jacob had to call soon or I’d begin without him. Again the image of his cock in my arse appeared, and I reached over to my bedside cabinet, feeling guilty at knowing what I was about to do.I was going to explore by myself before telling him what I wanted.Finding the small blue butt plug I’d bought over the internet and the lube that had gained me a puzzled look from the supermarket cashier as she’d swiped it over the barcode reader, I began the task of preparing my arse for invasion. Squeezing a glob of lube onto my finger, I lay back and opened my legs wide, bringing my knees up and my heels close to my body. The position was so rude, so exposed; lying there on our bed with the curtains fluttering in the breeze. Thank goodness neighbours couldn’t see in.I reached down, fingertips brushing my clit before seeking out my arsehole. I found it, and tested its resistance as I pushed against it. The tip of my finger popped through, and the tight clench of the rim around it hadn’t been something I was expecting. With a gentle movement, I eased my finger in further, experiencing the sensation of needing to go to the toilet. This hadn’t been something I’d anticipated either, and I kept still for a moment, wondering if I really needed to go or whether it was just my body’s initial reaction.It seemed the latter was the case and as the feeling subsided I was able to insert a little more of my finger. The entry passage was rigid, unyielding, and I wondered how the hell Jacob’s cock would fit inside. Already my rim was burning; the slight stretch a tad painful.What had I been thinking, wanting this?The lure of that burn, that pain turning into pleasure, spurred me on, though. If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t ask Jacob if he wanted to try it. I removed my finger, although it still felt as if it was in there, and lubed the butt plug. This was bigger than my finger, wider and longer too, with a pointed end that should glide in easily. It did, but not without the burn, and the lube exacerbated it, made it feel like my arsehole was on fire.An inch-wide toy did that? Jacob’s cock was far broader.I was in a whole heap of a completely different type of trouble with this fantasy. Gritting my teeth in anticipation of pain, I eased the plug up and down. A strange sensation of my arse being filled and the plug rubbing against the wall separating it from my cunt took my thoughts on a different journey.How would it feel to have my arse and pussy filled?Using the fingers of my free hand, I inserted them into my other hole, pushing in and out in time with the butt plug. I pressed against the wall, feeling the rigidity of the plug, the sponginess of my arousal. And then the phone rang.I took my fingers from my pussy and jabbed the speakerphone button. “Hello?”“Hi, love, how are you?”“Fine,” I managed, my throat tight.“And the girls?”I struggled to keep lust from my voice as I sent my hands back down between my spread-eagled legs. “Er, yep, good. I spoke to them earlier.”“I’m sorry I’m ringing so late, it’s been a heck of an intense day. I’ve only just got back to my hotel room.”“That’s okay, I...” My voice trailed off as I subjected the plug to another prod and it popped completely in for the first time. I blew out a long, slow breath, willing for control of my body as wicked sensations ruled.“What are you doing?” he asked.“I’m...I’m just lying on the bed.” I squirmed, the fullness overwhelming and my anus taut and hot. It didn’t matter where I wriggled, though, the feeling followed.“Are you thinking of me?”“God, yes, yes, Jacob. I wish you were here. I wish you were here being the man you were in the alley. It was so hot, so shocking.” My words were fast and tripped over themselves.He hesitated for a second, then lowered his voice. “I can be him again if you want?”“Now?”“Yes, now, if that’s what you want.”A fevered flush of anticipation travelled over my skin, and my pelvis contracted around the invasion in my arse. I wanted Jacob to be that primitive, carnal man who took what he wanted. The thought of him speaking like that while I was so aroused and rudely penetrated was divine.There was a moment of suspended, silent anticipation. I could hear him breathing.“Are you touching yourself, you filthy little whore?” Jacob’s raw, rusty rapist’s voice shimmered through me, bringing a tide of emotions with it.My breath hitched and I shut my eyes. “Yes.”“Naked?”“Yes.”“Are you wet for the evil, depraved man you shouldn’t want but do?”“Very .”“You really are a slut, aren’t you, always asking for it.”“I’m asking, I’m asking for all of it. I want the man who grabbed me in the alley and fucked me against the wall until I could barely remember my own name. I want that man to take me again, hard and fast and without a thought for me, just himself.”His breath hitched, and the sound of it brought a spear of pleasure to my cunt. I drove two fingers back into my wet heat.“Tell me exactly what you’ve been doing to your slutty little body while you’ve been thinking of that sick fuck.”Did I want to do that? Be totally honest about what I’d been doing? I couldn’t make up my mind, and my mouth engaged before I could stop it. “I have a butt plug in my arse.”“Fuck. Christ, Karen.”I gave a strained smile at catching him off guard. Of shaking him out of character. He hadn’t expected a response like that. We hadn’t had phone sex in years.“What does it feel like? Tell me...whore.”The last word was a tag-on, broken in half, and came out croaky. I could imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense, fists balled as the image of me bombarded his mind. His added responsibility of staying in role, drooping his neck and causing him to gnaw on the inside of his cheek the way he did when concentrating.“It stings, but I like it.”“More. Tell me more.”“I have my fingers in my pussy, too. I’m imagining a vibrator in there and your cock in my arse. You fucking me until I scream.” There, I’d said it.“Oh, God.” His tone was throttled with lust.“Close your eyes, Jacob. I want you to imagine it. Picture me finger-fucking my cunt and moving the butt plug in and out. It...ah...it’s fucking nice. I wish you were here. I wish you were here so badly, doing all of this to me and being that horrible, crazy man.”“Believe me, so do I.” I heard him swallow tightly. “But tell me more, Karen. I want to hear your voice. Talk dirty to me again, like we did in the hotel room, when I had you against the window. I loved the way you spoke, the words that fell from your mouth.”“Why, what was so special about it?”“It was so honest. Raw and bare-boned. I need it again. I need that part of you again like I need my next breath.”His desperation, his need, seemed to reach through the phone line and cocoon me. I wanted to give him relief and I wanted to give him that part of me. It sounded like he needed both pretty badly.“Take your cock out of your pants. Grip it—hard—and hand-fuck yourself. Jerk fast, so your thumb rubs the ridge of the head, and when you move your hand back down, I want you to feel the softness of your bollocks on the side of your hand. Do it, Jacob. Do it now while I fuck both my holes. And speak to me like I’m just a body held captive for your perverse pleasure. Like I was in the alley.”“Ah, fuck! You filthy, dirty little bitch. If I had you again in that alley, I’d—”“You’d what? Sink your dick inside me? Which hole? Which one do you really want?”“I want both. I love your wet pussy, but I want to try your tight arsehole. Yeah, push inside until I can’t push anymore, then pump until the pain goes away and you feel nothing but pure pleasure.”He wants the same as me, then.

I hope you enjoyed sneaking into Karen and Jacob's world for a few minutes, they're on a voyage of sexual discovery yet because it's all wrapped up in so much love and respect they can let themselves be truly honest about their needs knowing they're safe and will be satisfied!
Leave a comment telling me your favourite fantasy to read and I'll pick a winner at random at the end of the hop to win a copy of the Spice Rack Box Set, meanwhile, if you want to get started on That Filthy Book here are the buy links, and be sure to read the awesome 5* reviews on Amazon…
Totally Bound, Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Kobo, Barnes and Noble.
Happy Hopping!

Free - The Glass Knot

I have 10 review copies of The Glass Knot to giveaway.
Blurb
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 

If you would like a copy there is one stipulation, an honest review must be posted on Amazon by 20th of July! That's one month to enjoy Josh, Nick and Laura's steamy menage a trois tale.
Can you do this? If so email me on lilyharlem@googlemail.com stating whether you prefer pdf, mobi or epub and I'll get a copy to you ASAP.
Happy reading
Lily x
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Cold Nights, Hot Bodies on Discount!

Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is only 74c at All Romance Ebooks - now that's a bargain!
Blurb
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.

Dungeon Crawl #dungeoncrawl

Welcome to Dungeon Crawl - this week a snippet from Scored my erotic romance starring hunky football team captain, Lewis Tate…

“I’m going to taste you now, the way you did me in the cathedral,” he said. “I’m going to fill up on your wonderful flavor.”Oh, Jesus. Horny words like that were just making me flood faster. “Yes, yes,” I said, impatience now stabbing at me. “Please.”What felt like the flat of his tongue stroked through my folds, top to bottom and back up again. Luxuriously, languidly, scooping through every nook and crevice.I groaned and parted my legs further, needing everything he could give me and more. “Oh, oh,” I said. “Yes, please, like that.”He repeated the process, only this time the tip of his tongue darted through my fleshy folds and sought out my clit. I balled my hands into fists, yanked at the binds and curled forward. “Fuck, I’m still so sensitive,” I gasped.“That’s the idea,” he said then started up a wicked combination of sucking and circling my clit. Using his tongue to fret and tickle, building me up, driving me to the point where only his tongue and my clit existed in the universe.“Don’t stop,” I gasped, an orgasm careering toward me. So fast, another few sucks and flicks and it would be there.He stopped. I sensed him shifting, sitting up between my legs.“No, I said don’t stop,” I wailed.“And I told you,” he said slowly and with more than a hint of triumph, “I’m in control of your pleasure. You’ll come when I decide you can.”“No, oh please, Lewis. I was so close.” Through the blindfold I glared at him. He was touching me again, between my legs. But not my clit. Just my pussy lips, circling and smoothing the copious amounts of moisture around, mixing his saliva with my juice. I felt him penetrate me, two or maybe three fingers pushed into my pussy.I clenched my internal muscles. Pulled him in, welcomed him. He began to pump gently, his fingertips stroking over my G-spot. Again I curled forward, dragging on the ties holding me to the bed and feeling them tighten on my wrists. I pulled my knees upward, displaying myself wantonly for his eyes.“Ah, honey, that’s it, so fucking horny,” he said.I was horny, really fucking horny, and he had made me this way. Twitching my hips in time with his thrusting fingers, I sought out that first step to climax again, this time using the pressure on my G-spot to create the spark. He was good, damn good, pulling the pressure downward with each stroke, making it feel like I needed to pee, though I knew I didn’t.Within a minute I was panting again, a wonderful deep orgasm blooming in my pelvis.He stopped. This time he actually got off the bed. The mattress jostled then settled.“Lewis,” I howled, knotting my legs, trying to trap the pleasure and tip myself over the edge by squeezing my thighs together.“Oh no you don’t,” he said, grabbing my ankles and easing them apart. “What bit of when I decide didn’t you get?”“Lewis, please, more, I need so much more.” I tossed my head forward and then slammed it backward onto the pillow. My pussy felt empty but engorged, hot and wet, yet cooling rapidly as he kept my legs apart.“Ah, now this is what I like about the Presidential Suite, Nicky. No one can hear your pleas for more.”“What are you, some kind of sadist?”He chuckled, moved over me and touched his lips to mine. “Not at all. I just know the more I tease you the more intense it will be when I finally let you come.”“I want to come now. Please don’t tease me anymore. I’ve never teased you.” I wanted to cry with frustration.“You really believe that?” He cupped my breast, tweaked my nipple.The stimulation sizzled down to my clit. I moaned.“Nicky,” he said, his legs now keeping mine apart. “Have you really no idea what hearing your vibrator did to me in the elevator that time?”“No.”“It was all I could think of when I got to my room. You with your sexy little body, playing with yourself, pleasuring yourself. I have to say I was damned jealous of Big Ben, and if that isn’t teasing I don’t know what is.”“Well I hardly meant for that to happen, did I?” Moisture was building up under my eyelids. I could feel his cock, brushing over my hip, the tip a little sticky with moisture, the shaft rigid and hot.“And then that bikini. Fuck. It took nearly an hour for my hard-on to subside. Pretty embarrassing when I was sitting with my team and we were all wearing swim trunks. That could have really gone the wrong way for me, if you know what I mean.”He was talking, but I was only half listening. I wriggled and writhed and managed to get my legs hooked around the back of his thighs and his cock almost in position.“Please fuck me.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I was well past dignity. I just needed to come and I needed to come now. “Lewis, please, fuck me now. Let me come.”Daylight hit my retinas. I blinked rapidly and looked up at his handsome face looming over me. His mouth was set tight, his eyes dark with lust. His cheekbones still held that rosy color.“You really want me to give it to you?”“Yes, yes, you know I do.”He reared backward, grabbed my legs and spread them so wide my hips complained at the stretch. I was as open as I could possibly be.He angled his cock at my entrance. My breaths were hard to catch; his chest was rising and falling rapidly too.In one wild plunge he forged in, right to the hilt. Flung his head back and groaned long and abandoned. The noise echoed around the high ceiling and vibrated through my body.I cried out. I’d been impaled and it was glorious. So full, so possessed.“Fuck that feels amazing without a condom,” he said, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was imbedded in me. “You’re so wet and silky smooth around my dick.”“Hot,” I panted. “You’re so hot...”He tunneled in again. I lay there, wide open and helpless. My arms trussed and my legs held apart by him. The way my pelvis tilted meant curling my back made no difference to my position. I was at Lewis’ mercy, and it seemed he was intent on giving me one hell of a good fucking.At last.



Need more? Then why not indulge in some sexy soccer  between the pages of Scored… available from Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Kobo, iBooks and Barnes and Noble.




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Scored on Pinterest

Loving the World Cup? Loving the hotness on the pitch? Yes - well check out my dedicated Scored board over on Pinterest and indulge in some seriously sexy footballers caught doing their stuff.
Need more? Then why not escape the soccer madness between the pages of Scored… available from Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Kobo, iBooks and Barnes and Noble.


"Lily Harlem's story of a famous footballer and a hardcore sports writer is one of the best happily ever after erotica novels I've read."
"Explosive, and oh my god wow, that's all I can say. I could not put the book (Scored) down till I was finished. A must read!"
"The cover was awesome on this book I bought it. Well I'm so glad I did because this is an amazing story! From strangers to friendship to lovers, Nicky and Lewis were amazing. It felt like real life and I could picture all the events taking place. This is a must read!"
"This is a must read. 123 pages of yummy goodness."