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Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks FREE Anthology from the Brit Babes

It's a romantic Saturday Spanking and have I got a treat for you! A FREE anthology from the Brit Babes, a group of eight British authors which I am proud to belong to.




Here's a cheeky few from my Harlem Dae story, The Doll, which is another spin-off from the Sexy as Hell Trilogy.

The showroom was set as usual with a small striped podium that I stood my subs on—to start with, at least. Tonight it was Carlos in place and he stood, head bowed, wearing tight leather trousers that had gaps at his buttocks, giving me great access to his super-sweet arse.Carlos belonged to someone else, but he was a complete pain-whore and his Mistress didn’t have any objections to him finding satisfaction with me. I enjoyed using him because when we were in a scene he was never anything but wholly submissive, which suited me well.Strutting in, I let my hands sweep over the row of whips and floggers, agitating them as I eyed the semi-circle of windows that led to the private viewing rooms. It was quiet tonight—no, make that dead. Each window was empty. I had no audience. What the fuck? I shoved my hands on my hips and scowled, feeling the thick makeup on my forehead creasing.“There’s no one here,” I said.“No, Mistress, no one waiting in reception, either,” Carlos replied. “I guess they’re all out being romantic.”

What it's all about…

Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. This group of eight British authors have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations like The Doll from Harlem Dae.
Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between them, the Babes know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes' home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by them. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!
And please, if you enjoy this anthology, leave a review. The Babes will be forever grateful.
BRIT BABES 
Lexie Bay Victoria Blisse Harlem Dae Natalie Dae Lucy FelthouseK D Grace Lily Harlem Kay Jaybee Ruby Madsen Sarah Masters Tabitha Rayne 
AVAILABLE FROM
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Happy Valentine's Day from the Brit Babes!

A VALENTINE PRESENT, JUST FOR YOU – THE BRIT BABES ANTHOLOGY - “SEXY JUST WALKED INTO TOWN” - GO GRAB YOUR FREE COPY THEN CURL UP WITH YOUR LOVER AND GET IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE. 


Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. This group of eight British authors, of which I am proud to belong to, have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.
Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between them, the Babes know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes' home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by them. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!
And please, if you enjoy this anthology, leave a review. The Babes will be forever grateful.


BRIT BABES
Lexie Bay Victoria Blisse Harlem Dae Natalie Dae Lucy FelthouseK D Grace Lily Harlem Kay Jaybee Ruby Madsen Sarah Masters Tabitha Rayne 
AVAILABLE FREE/DISCOUNTED FROM…
AMAZON UKAMAZON
AMAZON CA
AMAZON AUALL ROMANCE EBOOKS - FREESMASHWORDS  - FREE

Erotic Art

Oh, look, look, my lovely friend and fellow erotic romance author Tabitha Rayne has had her pencil out and drawn some fabulous pictures for me to show off.


This first picture is titled 'A Quiet Night In' and the second, below, is 'Anticipation'.


Tabitha writes as beautifully as she draws and I highly recommend checking out all her wonderful work. Find her on her blog, hanging out, chatting and generally whipping up delights for all the senses.
Lily x

Special Guest Reader - Ms Secret Submissive

Wow, am I excited about this! I've turned over a few days of the month of February to readers and asked them to post 'their' story about the relationship they have with erotic romance. I'm completely honoured and thrilled that the awesome Ms Secret Submissive has stopped by to tell us a little about her crush on vampires and THAT book! Take it away…


Hey Lily, thanks for having me. I love to read stories but now it's time to tell you mine…
I lead a pretty sheltered life growing up. My parents never talked to me about sex and god forbid I ever heard them go at it. That is just unheard of in my opinion. Who wants to hear they parents go at it like drunk monkeys? NASTY!!
I never talked about it with my friends I was just the definition of a good girl. I really don’t think my first kiss was until college. My sister always teased me saying I was gay and it really hurt my feelings.  You know what it wouldn’t have mattered if I was anyways. I just thought about this the other day and I can honestly say that I had never masturbated till after my first marriage was over and I was 26 years old. HOLY COW is that not crazy? I have missed out on a lot...
I am a little sad to say but Twilight is the reason I started reading. I just couldn’t get enough of the supernatural stories.  Then 50 Shades of Gray came and blew out my eyes and my mind.  Since then Erotica has been my go to read. When I read erotica my imagination just soars and I love it.  I can just picture everything I read.  It has even brought me out of my shell a little. Some times I just wish I could convince my husband to read some of the books I read.  I try to get my husband to experiment with me but he is not quite there yet. I am happy to say I did get to live out at least a scene or two.

There is just something about a threesome story with two men and one woman that gets me a little moist. Although there is one story by Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae called Good Cop, Bad Cop that scares the hell out of me (sorry ladies)! These two women are very imaginative with what a threesome can do.    

Being cherished by two men would be awesome like in The Glass Knot by Lily Harlem. 


Maybe just maybe one day I will convince him to read some erotica and he will see why I am always ready and willing when he comes home. I could be his sub to his Dom nature.  I think this is my new dream. On Valentines if he is home I am going to present him with a blind fold and a rope and see how he reacts.  This may be the best Valentines EVER!
                                           Secret Submissive

My Writing Process - Blog Tour

I've been tagged by Melissa MacFarlane to reveal my answers to the following questions. Melissa is the owner and founder of the www.voluptasse.co.uk magazine and website. A newcomer to the writing world, she writes short stories, erotica and sex toy reviews. Thanks Melissa…



1)     What am I working on?

Claw Mark which is the sequel to Bite Mark - both books will be out this year from Ellora's Cave and are sexy paranormal menages. Can't wait, I'm loving my vampires and shifters and I hope readers will too.



2)     How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I've been told my novels are like watching a film. They move fluidly from scene to scene with plenty of action in and out of the bedroom.

3)     Why do I write what I do?

I write what I like to read, and that's feisty heroines, hot heroes and a plot that's not always predictable. I also sway between sexy romance - Breathe You In - and full on BDSM - Sexy as Hell. It's mood dependent, what I write, but also if a call for submissions requires a certain theme or heat level, then that also sparks my imagination.


4)     How does your writing process work?

The outline of the story has to grow in my mind. It has to form, again like watching a movie, and then once I start writing the details emerge. I like going back to a completed manuscript and adding extra juicy snippets that really pull the threads of a plot or character together. You can read more about my inspiration on my website.

Thanks again, Melissa, and if anyone wants me to tag them to do their own post for the writing process blog tour, just leave me a comment :-)

Lily x

Guest Author Eva Lefoy - Lover Enslaved: 24 Hours in Mumbai.

Choices can be hard to make
In romance, as in any other part of life, choices are required. Sometimes they almost seem to occur naturally. At other times, they’re a struggle. And even if we’ve made up our minds, it’s not necessarily true that other party agrees with us.
In Lover Enslaved, Thomas is nearly tailor-made to fall in love with his date – the prostitute Arjun. But is Arjun ready to fall in love with him? Not so much. Why not?
First of all, it’s not a good ending for a prostitute to fall in love with their client. I know, we’ve all seen Pretty Woman and the other heart-of-gold hooker loves stories, but in real life, 99.9% of the time, things just aren’t going to work that way.
Second, Arjun and Thomas are from very different cultures. Arjun knows he’s a hustler, was born a hustler, and that’s all he’ll ever be in life: a hustler. A rent boy. A pay-per-use. For him, thinking about any other life is really a stretch that requires him to think outside the box. WAY outside the box. But we all have choices, and the choices Thomas makes paves the way for Arjun to change his ideas about his life. In the end, the choice is still his, though, and as Thomas waits for his answer, so do we.
In the following excerpt, Thomas broaches the subject of a relationship for the first time and Arjun quickly shuts him down! Then, like to naked men in bed, they get busy!
Lover Enslaves is a 1 Night Stand story, out now from Decadent Publishing.
Eva
Excerpt:
“But why would you want to do that for me?” He pulled him down upon him once more, breathing a sigh of gratitude for every second they’d spent together. Were his feelings enough to convince Arjun to take a chance on an unknown future? “Don’t you know?” As he held him, he traced the outline of his wounds and cradled his head against his shoulder. He whispered in his ear. “I think I’m falling in love with you. I want to protect you, keep you by my side. Always.” Arjun stiffened. For several seconds, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. How could the words have come out of his mouth so naturally? He couldn’t take them back now. He waited through the longest seconds of his life while the fear of rejection raced through him. Finally, Arjun stirred and pushed up, spreading his legs and settling onto Thomas’ hips. “Of course you do. I’m your little pet.” Arjun’s smile was wide, but his eyes were glassy, his brave façade faltering. Thomas absorbed the entire beauty of him while he considered how to explain his heartfelt announcement. He caressed strong quads, his gaze roamed over luscious hips, a flat stomach, and the perfect curve of his chest. Not too muscular, but just right, his pectorals tipped with brown nipples. Arjun’s dark eyes and thick hair, curlier after the shower, accented a pouty mouth and strong nose. He wanted to take Arjun home with him, back to New England, protect him and ease his suffering. Tightening the grip on Arjun’s thighs, he said, “You are not my pet. I am your lover. When you are with me, no one else will ever touch you, and it will be your choice when I do. You will live as a free man.” “Then I can choose to do this?” Arjun gave a shy smile and began to rock his hips, rubbing the bases of their cocks together. He reached down and grasped both of their hardening lengths and Thomas raised his knees to provide him support. “Oh, God, Arjun. Yes.” Watching Arjun ride him, his gorgeous body fully, unabashedly displayed, their cocks slick with mingling pre-cum, he finally relaxed, falling into a state of deep, contented arousal. With no desire to hurry the inevitable, he let Arjun take control of their lovemaking, setting the pace and deciding the outcome, wishing to prolong the moment indefinitely. Arjun set a languid, unhurried pace with his hand and hips, stroking their cocks in a gentle grip as though savoring every second of the dance. Head tilted back, eyes closed, Arjun pinched his hard chocolate nipple and moaned.


Blurb 
Stranded for twenty-four hours in Mumbai, India, contract negotiator, Thomas Barkley searches for a man who can make him forget his pain. When a trip through the red light district leaves him cold, he turns to Madame Eve’s service and finds a shot at redemption—but first, he has to survive it.
Indian male prostitute, Arjun, begged Madame Eve to set him up for one night of real pleasure. He knows better than to expect anything but a brief hiatus from his miserable life. When Thomas showers Arjun with tender and very real affection, his heart begins to ache for the more than a taste of the life he cannot have. Unfortunately, his boss Ranjeet won’t to let him go without a fight.
Amidst a spray of bullets, Thomas must convince Arjun to take a chance on a new life in America before it’s too late for both of them.
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Author Bio and Contact:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
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Sunday Snogging on the Beach with Lily Harlem

Welcome to Sunday Snog, my favourite day of the week for a number of lovely reasons, none more lovely than a good old smooch.


And it's another lip lock this week from my feisty Misconduct hero and heroine, Dustin and Gina. (All Hot Ice books are perfectly enjoyable as standalone reads!) Gina is scared of the ocean but he's just persuaded her to go for a paddle, all went well until a fish slid past her leg…


Dustin pushed through the water as though it wasn’t there. I hung on to him limpet-style, and began to breathe again as the cold subsided from my ass and I saw the waves grow smaller.But when we were out of the water completely, I became aware of how inappropriate it was that I was literally wrapped around his body and suctioned onto him worse than any octopus could.He stopped with his hand still on my ass. “Is that better?”“Yes, thanks.” I swallowed. Being pressed against him was not good for that once- only plan we had. His wet flesh was like rain-soaked concrete. His shoulders glistened, the seawater like morning dew. It didn’t help that I was only wearing a small bikini and that there was only the thinnest bit of fabric between my pussy and his stomach.“You gonna let me go now?” he asked, one side of his mouth lifting in a smile. “Or are you planning on staying like this all day?”“No, of course not.” I unhooked my ankles and slid down him.But I didn’t step away or unlock my arms from around his neck. I couldn’t, he was holding me tight and up close against him.His smile dropped. He shook his head a little. “I wouldn’t have let anything hurt you.”“I know that.”“Do you?” He frowned.“Yes, you chased down that mugger yesterday.”He nodded. “I guess I did.” He slid his hands up my back, cupped my cheeks and threaded his fingers into the hair around my ears.I stared at the scar on his lip. Wondered what he was going to do next. Wondered what I was going to do next. Neither of us could do what I wanted to happen. That was against our rules. We’d set them out clearly enough the evening before. We’d got each other out of our system. That box was ticked.“I wish you’d told me,” he said with a frown.“About what?”“About the financial problems the Vipers have and that was my contract issue, not that you hated my guts.”“I don’t hate your guts.” I paused. “But what would it have changed if you’d known about the team’s money, or lack of money?”He swallowed, his nostrils flared and then he lowered his head. “In New York, outside your hotel room.” He licked his lips, breathed out. “I would have understood, and when I just couldn’t fucking stop myself from kissing you, it would have been like this.”He closed his eyes and touched his mouth to mine, holding my head secure as he gently, slowly, eased the tip of his tongue between my lips, sought my tongue and set up a sultry dance.I released his neck, curled my hands around his forearms and felt as if I was floating. The stroke of his tongue was dreamy, the movement of his mouth was making my knees weak. I would never have thought a guy built like an ogre could kiss with such tenderness, such delicate attention to every tiny whispering touch of his lips.When he eventually pulled back, I gasped for breath. The same way I had when he’d ravaged me.He was breathing a little fast too.“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You can slap me now if you want.”“I don’t want to slap you,” I managed. “And don’t apologize, just kiss me like that again.”He smiled briefly and then did just that, capturing my lips in a kiss that was so much more than a meeting of mouths. It admitted that we couldn’t fight this desperate need for each other anymore. We’d surrendered to it. The white flag was waving even if just for the here-and-now on Honeysuckle Key. We had to be together, like two souls who’d been searching, two bodies, two halves. This was meant to be.He spread the kiss from my mouth to my cheek, tipped my head and explored the patch of skin just below my right ear.I shivered as desire wound through me. The way he held my face, as though he owned me, sent new darts of excitement whipping through my soul.“I felt it the minute I saw you, sweet cheeks,” he murmured. “This attraction, this feeling of I-want-you, I-have-to-have-you, you-will-be-mine.”“You weren’t even nice to me.” I slid my hands up his arms to his shoulders.“Self-preservation. Who’s allowed to get the hots for their boss, huh? Who’s allowed to have visions of the woman who signs their paycheck naked, legs spread, pussy damp and breasts heaving?”Oh God, is that what he’d been thinking in the locker room?“It’s complicated,” I managed. “I’ll admit that.”“Story of my life.” He extended my neck a little more and dropped honeyed kisses to my collarbone.I ran my hand over his hair. It was sharp on the upstroke, smooth on the down.“I joked around, teased you,” he said. “It’s worked in the past to get the girl, but not you, eh?” He untangled his fingers from my hair, stopped kissing me and traced the strap of my bikini top from where it rested on my shoulder down to the frill on the cup. “You’re a whole different kettle of fish.”“Ick, don’t mention fish.”He kind of smiled, but he seemed to be concentrating on the way the red dotty material covered my breasts rather than what I’d said. He dipped his finger beneath the cup and stroked my breast, not quite catching my nipple.I inhaled deeply, wishing he’d touched me lower on my breast and caught that tight nub that was becoming greedy for attention.“I want to adore you, all over. No rushing, just taking my time,” he said, his breath washing down on my chest. “Do all the things I’ve been thinking of doing and then some more I haven’t fantasized about yet, but know I will when we get started. I want to do it slow, so slow you’ll feel like time has stood still, and when I make you come, it will go on and on and on, forever. It will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”

Purchase Misconduct from all good ebook retailers including…Ellora's Cave  Amazon  Amazon UK

Saturday Spankings - Hot Ice by Lily Harlem #SatSpanks

Welcome to Saturday Spankings - here's an extra long snippet from Slap Shot because Love Spanks is joining in the fun this week!


“Hello, Mae,” I said and started to step sideways.Rick clamped his hand on my waist and held me tight in front of him. He was using me to screen what now felt like a full-blown hard-on. “Congratulations on your latest single,” I added.Mae rubbed her hands in glee. “I know, it’s already in the top ten and it was only released last week.”A naughty devil on my shoulder told me to wriggle against Rick, just a little, just to hear his sharp intake of breath and feel his body tense against mine. “The video is great, I saw it on MTV,” I said conversationally, acting for all the world like a cock primed for action wasn’t straining against me.“You like the video?” Mae asked. “I was worried it was too raunchy for some of my fans.”“Nothing wrong with raunchy.” I giggled and, as Mae’s attention was caught by someone onstage, I slipped a hand behind my back and through Rick’s shorts stroked my fingertips along the length of his cock.His hold on my hip tightened and his fingers pressed into my flesh. “You’ll pay for that, wild thing,” he muttered hotly. “Big-time.”“Mmm, I hope so,” I said, putting my empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray.As the waiter paused, Rick put his half-drunk champagne down too.“Right, that’s my cue. Enjoy the party, catch you both later,” Mae said over her shoulder as she walked off through the crowd.As the first chord of Mae’s latest hit belted out, Rick released me, grabbed my hand and dragged me back into the house.“Where are we going?” I asked, tottering along behind him.“I’m going to show you what happens when you tease me in public.”My heart rate tripled and my stomach somersaulted. He was walking with such purpose and the expression on his face was only comparable to the look he gave the net just before he drove the puck home in Tuesday’s game.“But Rick, we can’t—”We rounded a doorway and Rick crashed headlong into Brick who was dashing back outside.“Hey,” Brick said, steadying himself. “Where are you going? You’ll miss Mae singing.”“Won’t be long,” Rick muttered, pushing past him.Brick ceased all movement, narrowed his eyes and studied Rick. “Ah, I get it, okay, well, in that case, second bedroom on the left has a lock on the door.”Rick grunted a response and the next thing I knew I was trotting up the wide staircase behind him. As we reached the landing, Mae’s smooth, high-pitched voice flooded the house and the beat of her song became a drum pounding the walls and floors. “Rick,” I gasped as he threw open the second door we came to. “We can’t do this here, what about Brick, he knows—”“Brick knows lots of stuff about me so he isn’t going to worry about us borrowing a bedroom.”He tugged me inside the darkened room.“But I—”The door slammed shut, the lock clicked into place and Rick’s body pinned me against the wall. He stared down at me with a look of such carnal need and impatient desire that I couldn’t help but tremble at what I’d started downstairs.“I need you,” he said, harnessing both my wrists, lifting them over my head and trapping them against the wall in just one of his hands.“I need you too,” I gasped as my fingers flexed and unflexed in his tight grip.He explored my waist and hips with his free hand, feeling me through the silky fabric of my dress. He squeezed my breasts a little roughly, enough to make me groan with part pleasure, part discomfort. I was getting wet for him, burning up for him.“How does this thing come off?” he asked, sucking in hurried, rasping breaths and tugging at my dress.“Zip, left side.”He fingers fumbled and he found the slim catch for the zipper. With a quick yank it was down and my dress released and fell to the floor, bunching around my sandals and leaving me utterly naked and trapped against the wall.“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about the no underwear thing,” he muttered.Blood rushed to my face, my pussy and my breasts. Rick was so enormous, looming over me, owning me, taking me. The bass of the music was loud and thrummed through my ears but the sound of my own pulse racing was louder and faster.Rick gave me a quick, hard kiss then his mouth traveled down my throat, nipping at the cords of my neck.I groaned and squirmed, wanting more, wanting all of it. It was so exciting to be naked and pinned in place for his exploration.He tightened his hand on my right breast, squeezing and lifting it to his mouth. He suckled and licked, drawing the nipple to a stiff point. My knees weakened and my back arched into him as my body sought more sensation. I needed to orgasm, I needed more of the strange pleasure-infused emotions that surrendering to Rick gave me, allowing him to do what he wanted, the bite of erotic pain and the push to try something new.He stood back up and cupped my chin in his big palm. “You know what you’re going to get for teasing me, don’t you?” he asked with a wickedly smooth grin.I shook my head. My chest was heaving, my pussy quivering.His grin broadened. “A spank.”Instantly heat flooded my buttocks. The skin actually tingled and tightened just at the word spank. “But...but what if someone hears?” I asked in a shaky but excited voice.He let go of my chin and traced his fingertip downward, over my sternum, my belly and onto the slit of my pussy lips. “Over Mae’s racket, I don’t think so.” He smiled wider and dimples pitted his cheeks. “I take it you would like it hot and fast on your butt, then.” Spank me, god, yes, please spank me again. I didn’t have chance to answer with more than a brief nod because Rick scooped me up, took four ground-eating paces to the bed and sat at the edge with me over his knee. As the world turned upside down, my legs flailed and so did my arms, but he held me tight over his lap, my toes just touching the floor and my hands gripping the side of the bed.“Such a pretty ass,” he said, smoothing his calloused hand over the soft round globes. “I adore your ass, Dana, so pretty and pale.” He adjusted his legs and I fell farther over him, my breasts hanging loose, my body molding neatly to his thighs. My bare butt was the highest point of me but despite the vulnerable position I felt safe, I knew what was coming, I knew how Rick could make me feel when he brought me to climax this way. I writhed, feeling impatient and also embarrassed by my agonizing arousal and my desperate need to feel his hand sparking pain into my flesh.But he didn’t slap me. Instead he explored between my legs, his thick fingers sliding down the cleft in my buttocks, over my anus to my sopping pussy. I groaned and spread my legs wider. Opened my eyes and saw several loose tendrils of my updo brushing the carpet.He spread my juices with his fingertip, sinking into my needy pussy then reaching to fret my clit. I groaned, praying for release from the ache sizzling in my pelvis.I didn’t get relief. His finger trailed back up, rubbing at the smooth patch of skin between my entrance and my back hole, tenderly working it, gliding over it then finally resting over my tight rosebud.Clenching at the intimate touch, I wriggled and fisted the sheets I could reach. “Rick,” I gasped.“Shh,” he soothed. “Nothing unless you ask, baby.” He smoothed over the wrinkles of skin but didn’t penetrate me. Blood rushed to my head, fuddling my thoughts. But my overwhelming emotion was that of being horrified at the deliciousness of the memory of him touching me there before, probing my bottom at the moment of orgasm. It had been a wild ride of sensation, a split second of being completely owned and penetrated. Part of me wanted him to take the decision out of my hands, slip his digit into my forbidden entrance again. But part of me was too scared to take that step.Out of nowhere came a slap. It landed sharply against my right butt cheek, surprising me with its force.Instantly the hot bloom shot to my clit. I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to make any more noise than we were. Though Rick was right, the music was at night-club level. I groaned and whimpered as his rough hand smoothed over the pain, stroking where he’d just seared tender skin.As suddenly as the first a second blow rained down, left cheek this time. Flames of heat scorched across my skin, melting through my flesh to my pussy and clit. The need to both clutch the pain and writhe from it was equal.More slaps hit. Fast, stinging strokes that held controlled power. My pussy was weighted, engorged, my clit aching, begging for stimulation. I winced at each slap, yet thrust up my ass for the next. Begging for it. Needing it.“Oh baby, that’s it,” Rick said in a gritty voice. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

And if you're following my Hot Ice series, the next book Misconduct is out now - all these novels can be enjoyed as standalone reads, the team stays the same but each story follows a different sexy player on his journey of love and lust!

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Call for Tasty Submissions! - guest post from Kev 'Mitnik' Blisse

Chocoholic needs your unctuous chocolate themed stories!

Do you love Chocolate?Do you write Erotica?Did you know you could combine the two into a decadent delight?
Last year lots of wonderful Erotic Writers did just that to bring you “Smut for Chocoholics” 


This year we want lots more of the same with “More Smut for Chocoholics” (you know one chunk is just never enough!) so we want your chocolate themed erotica, it can be from any genre even fantasy, sci-fi, historical or futuristic as long as it has an erotic twist and features chocolate somehow. We are looking for stories between 3,000 – 6,000 words.   So have a few sticks of your choccy of choice and get inspired!

The rest of the information about the call for subs can be found at http://smutters.co.uk/calls-for-subs/more-smut-for-chocoholics

Books of Delights

I'm completely thrilled to spread the word about a fabulous new website that is not just an erotic book club but also a 'portal of permission' for the exploration of sex and the wonderful adventure that it is.
On the Books of Delights - multiple-asms.org - website you'll find not just erotic books but also mentoring services - relationship and sex - newsletters, magazines and a blog.
Check it out, it's well worth a look!



What is particularly exciting for me is that two of my books have been chosen for the Books of Delights' launch. Breathe You In and the Sexy as Hell Trilogy are first in line!
Here is how it works.