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Cover Reveal - Pain and Pleasure

Pain and Pleasure is book #2 in the A Bit of Strange short story trilogy that I've co-written with Natalie Dae and will be released in the spring from Totally Bound.

Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction by Judith Watts and Mirren Baxter

It is with great pleasure that I welcome Judith Watts and Mirren Baxter to my blog today. Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction is a brilliant new book that tells it how it is and I'm thrilled to say that I contributed a few 'pearls of wisdom' to the text as I had the great fortune to bump into Judith and Mirren at Eroticon in 2013, just as they were setting out on their adventure of writing this 'how to' book. So without further ado, let me hand you over to these wonderfully helpful ladies...



Hi everyone, and thank you, Lily, for inviting us!
At the cinema recently, we were reminded that depictions of sex can make people very uncomfortable.  Admittedly, Blue is the Warmest Colour has some of the longest and most explicit sex scenes that we’ve ever seen in mainstream cinema.  But at the very first hint of raunch, the woman sitting in front of us snatched her smartphone from her bag, fired it up and proceeded to stab away at her emails.  It was completely distracting.  The light from her screen took our attention away from the big screen, but her font size was too small for us to find out what on earth could be more compelling than the unfolding story, damn it.  When she did it again at the start of every sex scene, we realised that she wasn’t dealing with an emergency; she was completely mortified and had to invent a reason to look away.   Despite all the changes in society, sex can still be an awkward subject.  
With this potential for awkwardness in mind, Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction is aimed at people who are interested in writing erotic fiction but who need some help.  Readers might be erotic fiction fans who have never written before, trying to find out how to go about it, or they might be experienced non-erotic writers who understand only too well how difficult it can be to write well about such a complex and emotive subject.  
When we meet brand new writers, they often mention three areas of concern, regardless of the genre that they’re working in:
I have an idea for a story, but I don’t know if it’s any good. 
I don’t know how to start. 
I’ve written something, but it’s terrible. 
Our book addresses these issues from the erotic fiction writer’s perspective.  For example, one of our first writing exercises tackles the first two concerns with a prompt:
The First Time
First times carry significant weight. Whether it’s the first meeting, the first kiss or your first publication, these occasions often involve strong and varied emotions, ranging from nervous trepidation to delirious excitement. They are fun to write about and satisfying to read.
• Write about the first time. Which first is up to you, but makeit sexual, important and positive.
• Start with ‘It all happened when …’.
• Just write. Include everything you want to say about thatmemorable first. Don’t worry about spelling or grammar.Enjoy remembering. Aim for 500 words.
We’ve included topics specific to erotic fiction (such as issues of consent and a nod to the the ‘erotica versus porn’ debate), information about the erotic fiction market, and chapters about traditional and self-publishing.  The book was designed to give step-by-step support; the workshop exercises can take new erotic fiction writers from their first inspiration to getting their work ‘out there.’
One of the unexpected pleasures in writing Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction was finding out how welcoming and supportive the erotic fiction community can be.  We were lucky to meet some fabulous established authors who were happy to contribute advice for new writers.  As well as the wonderful Lily Harlem, we have advice from Lucy Felthouse, Victoria Blisse, Remittance Girl (Madeleine Morris), MK Elliot and Tabitha Rayne.  Without exception, everyone that we’ve met and spoken to in relation to this project has been approachable and friendly - this is encouraging news for any new writer.
Ultimately, we want to support new erotic fiction writers because we’re fans; we’d like to see more captivating, sexy stories that are well written and professionally presented reaching a larger audience, please.  We hope that Get Started in Writing Erotic Fiction will help new writers to achieve exactly that.
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Sunday Snog - FREEBIE!

Welcome to the first Sunday Snog of 2014! To celebrate the New Year I have a freebie for you!

Anything for Him is shooting up the Amazon UK free chart so grab your copy of this dark and twisted tale of obsessive love and dirty fantasies while you can. If you are in the US I'm afraid it's still $2.99, the publisher, HarperCollins, have only made it free on this side of the pond. (Amazon US)



SNOG


I knocked on the door, the noise loud in the quiet stillness, and willed my heart to slow. My hard nipples abraded the cups of my bra with each rapid breath I took. My pussy leaked, the gusset of my thong completely sopping. Getting  carnal  and  sweaty  couldn’t  come  quick  enough.The door opened and I was aware of the heavy scent of tobacco before my wrists were caught by big, strong hands.‘Not tight enough.’ The same accent-heavy  voice  I’d heard yesterday.‘Liuz?’‘Who else were you expecting, Aniolku?’I was tugged into the room and my bag fell to the floor. The door slammed shut and I was pressed up against it. Liuz’s hands were at the back of my head. Fiddling, tightening, compressing the blindfold further and taking away the sliver of light I had. Now it was so taut I couldn’t  open  my eyelids behind it.I reached forward and touched bare flesh; warm, rippled with muscles and coarse hairs. A quick exploration revealed tight flat nipples and the rise of collarbones.‘You showed me so little in your picture when I gave you so much,’ he said, his hot breath washing over my cheek. ‘So now it is my turn to look at you. All of you.’I spread my hands over his shoulders. They were high above me, wide and rounded slightly forwards as his hands explored my nape and my neck, the dip of my throat.‘But we must agree on one thing,’ he said. ‘Because we are no longer just sharing emails, now we are together for real and I want to give you everything you hoped for. Everything you told me you desire.’His lips whispered over mine and I parted my mouth, sucked in the muggy air, hoping for a kiss.It  didn’t  come.‘Kilimanjaro,’ he murmured.I swallowed tightly and slid my hands down over his biceps. They were bunched and solid, huge balls of power waiting to be released. A tremble ran up my spine. He felt so damn big and so damn strong.‘Say it,’ he said, cupping my jaw in both of his hands and tilting my head upwards. ‘Say “Kilimanjaro”.’‘Kilimanjaro.’What was he on about?‘That’s the stop word,’ he said, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip, roughly, and I knew he would be spreading my carefully applied ruby lipstick towards my cheek. ‘If something happens  either  of  us  doesn’t  want  to  happen,  we  just  say  “Kilimanjaro” and everything stops.’‘Everything?’‘Yes,  absolutely  everything.  It’s  not  a  safe  word,  Hannah,  it’s  a  stop word. If you say “Kilimanjaro” it will stop what we are doing in every sense. There will be no more. The same goes if I say it to you. No more. We are fulfilling fantasies here, and if we are not making the dreams come true then what is the point?’‘What do you mean “no more”?’‘No more communication, no more us. Full stop, end of. Out of each other’s lives, forever.’I  couldn’t  imagine  needing to use a stop word – if anything I wanted a start word. I wanted him to get down to the serious business  of  sating  the  lust  he’d been building within me over these last few weeks. ‘OK. Stop word. Kilimanjaro.’He caught my mouth in a hungry kiss and poked his tongue past my teeth as a low groan rumbled up from his chest.I grabbed his shoulders and became lost in my dark world. His kiss was wild and untamed. It communicated passion, hunger and raw male desire. The added tobacco flavour, instead of repulsing me, enhanced the unwholesomeness of him that appealed to me so much.He explored with his hands, dragging off my denim jacket and cupping my breasts through my short-sleeved top. The cupping turned into a squeeze, hard and firm, pressing my flesh into my chest.I raked my fingers into his hair, let the warm, silken strands flow between my knuckles and urged him on. His body slammed into mine. A steely erection prodded my abdomen, and he reached down and slipped his hand between my legs, my short skirt no barrier to his determination.‘Liuz.’ I curled my fingers into the waistband of his jeans that sat low on his hips. ‘Please.’‘Ah, yes,’ he said, stroking over my drenched thong, ‘you are so ready for it.’‘I know, I want you, please, now.’‘And  you’re  going  to  get  it,  but  remember.’ He sneaked a finger behind my gusset and stroked over my wet folds. ‘Remember you came here tonight to be my slut, which means I get to say when and how you get fucked. Not you.’



If you enjoy Anything for Him be sure to check out the 5* Sexy as Hell Trilogy.

Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWrWa #SundaySnippet - Cold Nights, Hot Bodies

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This first 8 of the year is from Cold Nights, Hot Bodies which is on its last day of a Christmas special offer (until 5th of Jan) at 60c/37p from Amazon and 99c from the publisher Ellora's Cave.



“Oh, I’m man enough all right, and I’m also man enough to walk away and stop you making a mistake you’ll never be able to undo.”
“But how can it be a mistake if it’s what I want?”
“Because you don’t know what you want.”
“How dare you.” I stepped up to him, poked out my index finger and pressed it against his chest. “You have no idea what I want or need.”
He looked surprised by my sudden rise in voice and stern tone.
“I’m a virgin not an idiot. I know about love and lust and I know there’s a difference. I also know I want to be initiated into the world of sex by someone handsome, intelligent, experienced and...and...”
“Expert?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.






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Also if you have an Amazon UK account, Anything for Him written by myself and Natalie Dae and published by Mischief at Harper Collins is currently free for Kindle.

FREE - Anything for Him

Currently free on Amazon UK, Anything for Him written by myself and Natalie Dae! Go grab your copy of this dark, obsessive tale that twists love and lust with wild and dirty fantasies!
Amazon.com and for other buy links head over to Mischief at HarperCollins. 

Special Guest - Erzabet Bishop

Please welcome my pal Erzabet to my blog today with her new book Yuletide Temptation.



BLURB

Jasmin is rocking the Yuletide season as she oversees the party for Morrigan's Promise with Brigit and Julia.  Shane, her old school girl crush is back in town. When she goes to talk with him about decorations for the event, his large dog greets her instead, letting loose some holiday mischief.
When Jasmin realizes that Shane doesn't remember her at all, she refuses his help and leaves. A little intervention from her friends and some Yuletide magic help the lovers connect, only to fall apart again with a heated misunderstanding.
Will Shane accept Jasmin being a witch? Can Jasmin learn to conquer her fear of dogs? Will they both give into the passion that will bind them as lovers?
A little mistletoe and a bag of dog biscuits might just seal the deal, helping them give in to Yuletide Temptation.
Get a taste of short, snack sized holiday witchery for just .99 at ARE and NNP through the month of December. All books in the Erotic Pagan Series are on sale. Treat yourself today. 
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Excerpt:
“What do you mean he’s gone?” Julia sat the plates on the table and stared after the front door.“What happened?” Brigit frowned.“I’m a witch.” Jasmin stood up and numbly began to remove the table linens from what normally was their work table.“Oh, a shock indeed.” Brigit smirked.“Well it was to him apparently.” Tears threatened, and Jasmin blinked them away, flushing miserably.“But his mother was part of the original coven. Didn’t he know that?” Brigit patted Jasmin’s back thoughtfully. “I wonder if she didn’t tell him.”“Well, maybe he just doesn’t understand.” Julia interjected. “When Brigit first told me, I didn’t know what to expect. It didn’t take much to feel right at home. I saw how you live and now here I am, for keeps. A lot of people misunderstand.”Jasmin nodded gloomily. “I bet he thinks we kill chickens in the living room.”“Do you care what he thinks, Jas?” Brigit pressed her lips into a firm line. “If you don’t then now is the time to walk away. If he matters, then you know what you have to do.”“What?” Jasmin blinked.“You have to fight fire with fire, girl. I’ve seen you staring after him through the shop window when you didn’t think I was looking.” Brigit winked and elbowed Julia, nudging her toward the kitchen.“Oh! Absolutely. Hold on a minute.” Julia grinned and scurried off.Jasmin arched a delicately shaped eyebrow. “What are you up to?”“Here!” Julia ran back into the dining area sans work space and presented Jasmin with a cellophane gift bag full of dog treats tied with a swirl of red and green ribbons.“What do I do with this?” The bag crinkled as Jasmin took it.“You corner the lion in his den and decide once and for all if you want to collar him.” Brigit smiled, her lips turned up in a devious twist. “Then you lay one on him he’ll never forget.”“But he already walked away once. Am I supposed to be humiliated again?” Jasmin crossed her arms under her breasts and huffed.
“You? No way. I don’t know if you know, Jas, but that man has been staring after you every chance he gets since he got into town. Despite what he said, he has it bad.”Yuletide fun facts:“Deck the Halls” is one of my favorite holiday songs and is mentioned in the story.The use of the sun in holiday ornaments signifies the coming of the light at the end of the darkest time of the year.Many current religious practices derived from Pagan roots.

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About the author
Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parent’s 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, A Christmas To Remember (upcoming), Sweat, 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 (upcoming, Cleis) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Sigil Fire (coming from Ylva in 2014), 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.



I've managed to pin Erzabet down for a few questions... here goes...
Describe your novel in seven words or less?
Jamin finds love at Yuletide.
What was your inspiration?
I love writing about witchy characters and in my Erotic Pagan Series, I am writing about the beauty of Pagan culture with a bit of spice thrown in for good measure. Who doesn’t like a short snack sized bit of sizzle now and again?
Did you have to do much if any research?
Some. I love Yuletide, but I am always on the hunt to see if any new recipes or little factual tidbits can help make the story stand out more.
Fictional crush?
I love all my characters. Lol.
When did you starting writing erotic fiction?
About a year ago and it has been a nonstop roller coaster of fun ever since.
What is the most erotic sex scene you have ever written or read?
Oh wow. I think it would have to be anything by Violet Blue. Her collections curl my toes, especially Voracious.
Which of the characters in and of yours book would you most want to run away with for a weekend?
I would love to run away with the gang from my Erotic Pagan Series. Those folks know how to party. I also wouldn’t mind going for a crochet class with the characters from my story “Hooked” in Anything She Wants.
What does 2014 hold in store for you and your writing?
It is going to be a busy year.  I will be working toward writing some longer novellas/novels under my pen name and my YA persona. Meanwhile, I will be continuing my Erotic Pagan Series short stories with some new holidays, a mermaid cruise ship story similar to the one that will be coming out in A Christmas to Remember, several Cleis anthology releases, my urban fantasy novella from Ylva called Sigil Fire and it’s sequel which is still very much in the planning stages. I also have several other top secret projects in the works, so please sign up to follow my blog and like my Facebook page to keep up with it all.

Links:

Naughty Nights Author PageUnbound Box Dessert Comes First Flash FictionLiz McMullen episodeBDSM FriendbookAbout MeFacebook “like” page: https://www.facebook.com/erzabetbishopauthorAuthor Wordpress blog: http://erzabetbishop.wordpress.com/Amazon author pageFetlife: https://fetlife.com/users/1709729Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6590718.Erzabet_BishopFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/erzabet.bishopPinterest: http://pinterest.com/erzabetbishop/Blog: http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot.com/LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=210218566&trk=nav_responsive_tab_profileAuthor Database: http://authorsdb.com/authors-directory/2690-erzabet-bishopAuthors to Watch: http://www.profiles.authorstowatch.com/2013/05/erzabet-bishop.html
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Cold Hands, Warm Bottoms Blog Hop

Christmas is over, all the fun of welcoming in the New Year is done and to be honest the tinsel is getting dusty! So what better to warm us all up on a cold January weekend than a bit of hot-handed spanking fun with the Cold Hands, Warm Bottoms Blog Hop.
There's some fabulous prizes to get your mitts on too...
Brought to you by Spanking Romance Reviews & The Saturday Spankings Blog!

Kindle or Nook (Blushing Books)
Your Choice of a Free Book Cover for Your Next Book, an Ad for an Upcoming Project, or a Custom Facebook Header or Blog Graphic (Lazy Day Publishing)
Three Month Subscription to Discipline & Desire (Discipline & Desire)
$20 Gift Certificate to Amazon (Stormy Night Publications)
Hand Crafted Paddle (Blondie’s Place)
Spanking Video DVDs (Shadowlane)
A “Get it All” Bundle (Variant Publishing) – Includes How to Get the Spanking You Want – The Complete Guide to Asking for It, Getting It, & Making It Better,  How to Give a Spanking – Advice from the Receiving End, What He Wants – A Man’s Seven Secret Spanking Desires, & The Little Book of Spanking Stories
$25 Gift Certificate to Blushing Books (Patricia Green)
Learning Domestic Discipline eBook Package (LearningDD)
$25 Gift Certificate to Blushing Books (Patty Devlin)
$10 Gift Certificate to Amazon (PK Corey)
$25 Gift Certificate to Cane-iac (Cane-iac)
$5 Amazon Gift Card and two books (Leigh Smith)



My contribution to the hop is an excerpt taken from That Filthy Book, co-written with Natalie Dae (Harlem Dae) and currently on half price offer at Amazon UK and Amazon. I've chosen this snippet to share because Karen has decided that she'd like her husband, the gorgeous Jacob, to spank her with a long branch she's found outside. It's taken her a while to build up to this, and she's also had to face the thought of the cold. Why? Well she wants her spanking fun to take place in the copse at the end of their large garden and it's a nippy winter's day. They've been doing a lot of role play up to this point, him being dominant and her handing herself over to him, it picks up from the point where he's just come in from work and they've spent all day looking forward to their evening encounter.


“Outside,” he said in a husky, dangerous voice as he glanced at the darkening window. “Get outside where I can give you what a slutty tease deserves.”He reached for my arm, and I stepped out of my trousers before he jerked me across the kitchen. His hold was rough and strong and sent a whole host of longing raging through my veins.He flung open the door and marched out onto the bricked path that led to the patio area, then on towards the wilderness section of the garden.The sensation of being naked, outdoors, for the first time was as exciting as it was illicit. It made me feel both vulnerable and empowered, a weird combination of emotions.“Hurry,” Jacob said, stepping off the path onto the grass.The damp, dewy blades gripped my bare feet like fingers, and the feel of soft, cold mud beneath my soles was mushy and alien. I took a few jogging steps to keep up with him. My breasts jigged, as did my thighs.The still air was a vast void of cool darkness that I’d suddenly become immersed in. My skin responded with goosebumps, as I’d known it would, but I didn’t care, as I’d known I wouldn’t. The heat raging in me was like a furnace. Bright and burning, enough to heat even the most freezing of nights.We reached the copse. Jacob’s big boots stomped over twigs, snapping them and shifting them out of his way. His breath was heavy; a slight fog misting from his mouth. Eventually, he stopped between the two trees that had been the centre of my sinful thoughts of late.“You will only make a sound if I give you permission,” he said, positioning me between the two slim trunks. “If you make any other noises you will be punished even more than you’re already going to be.”I swallowed tightly and nodded.He grunted before reaching for my left wrist.Allowing myself to be handled like a puppet, I stood stock still on crisp leaves and dank earth as he wrapped a thick rope around my forearm. It was scratchy and hard, not at all pliable. He looped it over the first branch so that my arm was held up high. He repeated the action with my right wrist, silently, efficiently; so that both my upper limbs were out- stretched in a high crucifix position.He stepped away and I heard the scrape of his lighter as he lit the four fat church candles I’d stood on squat bricks earlier. Instantly, a warm, golden glow bathed the cold woodland floor and flickered up the front of my harnessed, naked body.“Mmm,” he said, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth and studying me. “Perfect.”I breathed in the mulchy, earthy scent enveloping me. My clit swelled, trying to peek from its hood, and my nipples strained forward, the chilly air a caress to my feverish, needy body.“Now I can do whatever I want and you can’t do a thing about it.” He lowered his voice to a sexy, dangerous drawl and tipped his face to mine. “Not a single...fucking...thing.”A shiver attacked my spine and jolted my stretched shoulder blades. He was so damn big standing before me in the shadows. Dressed in navy jeans and black sweater with his hair flopped messily forward, he looked menacing. Not the sort of man a woman would want to meet on a dark night.He reached out and cupped my right breast, handling it not roughly but not quite gently either. He then watched his own movements carefully as he massaged and tweaked and tugged at my nipple.Moisture grew in the deep well of my pussy. Hot and desperate need. I bowed towards him, wanting more than just my breasts to be fondled.He stroked over my belly, dipping inquisitive fingers into the slit of my pussy. “Mmm, you’re hot and ready for it, whore, aren’t you?”I pressed my lips in on themselves, remembering that I wasn’t to make a sound.He laughed, a deep, guttural noise that echoed around the tall, black tree trunks and drifted into the woody canopy above. “Good girl.” He probed deeper and found my clit. “Keep nice and quiet.”I suppressed a gasp as he applied just the right amount of pressure in a sweet little circle over my clit. I was so turned on, so desperate for his touch. Perhaps he was going to treat me to a quick orgasm to get the night started on a high note like I had for him?Parting my legs further, I shifted my feet on the squidgy, twig-strewn ground. I squeezed my eyes shut and embraced being naked in the woods—tied up and at one with nature, at one with Jacob and all the devilish, depraved things I would let him do to me.His breaths grew ragged on my cheek, and his body heat radiated onto my trembling skin as he continued to build me towards climax. I opened my eyes and looked into his face. Shadows sliced over his angular profile, the candles providing the only light now in our small, dark woodland hideaway.He kept up his heavenly rotations—he knew just how I liked it. My heart thumped, my breaths were getting harder to keep quiet and controlled. I was ready to come. Come while I was strung up outside, naked, between two trees.He removed his fingers.I opened my mouth to protest. How could he? I was just about to climax.He widened his eyes, as if daring me to speak.Hastily, I shut my mouth again.“Ah, poor little slut,” he said, cupping my chin with his damp fingertips. “Thought you were going to get some, didn’t you? Well, now you know what it’s like to be teased.”Despite the cold, heat rose on my cheeks—angry, frustrated heat. I yanked at the well-knotted ropes and they tightened on my wrists. If I hadn’t been tied up I would have finished myself off. Two quick flicks was all it would take for a fast, sharp orgasm.He stepped behind me and ran his flattened palm down the gutter of my spine. “So pretty,” he murmured. “So pretty and perfect and just waiting for it.”As he slid his hand lower, I became aware that he was holding something else against my skin, something cool and plastic, pointed and moist.“You have to take what I give you, whore, don’t you? And right now I want you to take this.”It was the butt plug. Where the hell had he kept that hidden all day?I rose onto my tiptoes as the narrow, lubed end traced down my cleft and poked at my puckered hole. Oh, God, I hadn’t expected any anal play tonight. I thought we were doing something else. I wasn’t psyched up for it, hadn’t thought about it enough.He nipped the ball of my shoulder with his teeth as the first section eased into my dark opening. I could say the safe word, but that would mean stopping our game, which, of course, I didn’t want. So it seemed, again, I had no choice in the matter but to take it. Jacob could and would do to me whatever he wanted.Willing myself to relax, because I’d taken the plug plenty of times now, I breathed in the sharp, pungent air and concentrated on my tight ring as it expanded.The plug eased in some more and I shuddered at the carnal bite of pain that besieged me. I was so turned on my entire pelvis was humming for more, but this caused the muscles to grasp the plug in an entirely different way to when I was lying on my bed, relaxed and alone, inserting it.“I’m going to fill your arse then spank you,” Jacob said into my ear, his hot breath instantly turning damp and cool. “Spank you, whip you, make you wish you weren’t such a fucking prick tease.”I whimpered and hung my head low, the tendons in my neck stretched as my arsehole widened around the ever-increasing tapered length of the plug. He kept on pushing, on and on, paying no regard to my tightness until finally it popped into me, leaving just the wide arms poking at the underside of my buttocks.“That’s it,” he said, almost soothingly. “That’s you full.”Full!Full was hardly the word. Stuffed, penetrated, out of control. They were the words that sprang to mind.I’d become aware as I accommodated the plug that I was standing completely on my toes, like a ballerina. Glancing down through the flickering light, I saw my toenails had sunk into the ground. Dried leaves and jagged ends of twigs poked at the pale skin on the top of my feet and around my ankles. It was a sandpit of nature, the wood’s own carpet, claiming me, becoming part of me. I was becoming part of it.Arching my head up to the sky, I stared at the stark winter treetops. The moon had come out to play too. Its shimmering light fractured through branches as it stared down at our naughty game.“Argh!” I couldn’t help my shocked scream, and my whole body tensed. The wild, searing pain whipping over my buttocks was agony—tormented, frantic agony.“Shh,” Jacob whispered as he ran the barkless branch over my tortured skin. “You’ll earn more strikes if you cry out.”I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and willed my arse to release around its invasion. The involuntary clenching of my cheeks as he’d struck me had created a spasm around the plug, shoving it into the membrane separating my vagina and rectum. The sensation was both exquisite and tormenting. The more I clenched, the sweeter the internal pain.“Brace,” he muttered.Brace! That was the problem.Another stinging slap connected. Its thin, mean line created a cross-section of burnt flesh over both my buttocks.“Oh, yes,” he said, running his cool palm over my arse. “It’s raised and swollen already.”I didn’t doubt if for a second.“It’s a hot mark on cold flesh,” he said. “A sweet line of possession.”No sooner had the pain retreated than another swinging slap rained down on my vulnerable skin. Owning me, blasting through me, releasing a huge shot of adrenaline into my system.“Oh, God, Jacob,” I murmured.“I didn’t say you could speak. Take it,” he said hotly. “Take it where you need it most.” My befuddled brain tried to make sense of his words. Take it where I needed it most?He struck again, the very top of my thighs this time. Oh my God! The flames of pain shot to my clit. Scorching the swollen flesh and making it bob within its hood. As I jerked away from the torture, I also found myself shunting back for more. The agony was like an electric circuit to my cunt, filling it with fizzing fire and wild, pulsing blood.“Let it go,” he said, thrashing my arse again and again.“Ah, ah,” I panted, absorbing the heat that bloomed across my skin and settled deep in my pelvis. The pain was like another living, breathing part of me, and I began to feel floaty as endorphins were released into my system. The world dropped away; I was drifting on a sea of sensation.A sudden gust of breeze lifted my hair from my shoulders, and I flung my head back, relaxed my knees and allowed the ropes to hold my weight. The wind rustled around the branches and whipped over the leaf-littered floor. To my left the trees darkened, and I guessed one of the candles had blown out.Jacob smoothed his hands over my arse, as if caressing the pains he’d inflicted. My clit was engorged. Moisture had seeped from my pussy and dampened the inside of my legs. I needed him to touch me again. I needed him to touch my clit and fuck my cunt.“Soon,” he said as if reading my hazy thoughts. “Soon.”The branch he wielded swung down again, the cold air shifting out of its way just a fraction of a second before it hit.I moaned long and low, no longer mustering the energy to remain completely silent.He picked up the pace, striking me fast and hard—they weren’t pansy hits, they had real male muscle behind them and each lash bit like a snake. Before long they all blurred, each cruel sting meshing with the last until my arse was just one thrumming mass of pain.A barrage of emotions overwhelmed me as I hung there, in the dark woods, my arse penetrated and being beaten by Jacob’s branch. I never would have thought I’d have this experience, but it was so liberating. Jacob inflicting this erotic pain had given me a whole new level of sensation. A whole new understanding of myself.As suddenly as it started, the beating stopped.I didn’t move, just allowed myself to be suspended by the ropes as I panted through the pain and listened to my pulse raging in my ears. My buttocks and the tops of my thighs were on fire, burning, and as the cold night stroked over them they sizzled and stung.“Look at me.”Jacob pinched my jaw between his fingers, and I opened my eyes. He was naked now, and the shadows from the candles flickered across his wide, defined chest. He reminded me in that instant of a Roman soldier, bronzed and sculpted. A thin layer of sweat shone in the hollow of his throat and over his top lip, and his fringe was jagged over his forehead.I loved him like I knew I would never love anyone else.He stooped and slotted his strong, corded forearms under my thighs, hoisting me into the air so that my spread pussy was directly over his cock. “You can speak now. Tell me what you want, bitch.”“I-I want you to, oh, please, please just fuck me.” Winding my fingers around the ropes I could reach with my new elevated position, I jerked and tried to impale myself on him.He grunted and allowed the first inch of his cock to push in. But he had me in a tight hold and I couldn’t drop down any further than he would allow.“You gonna tease me again?” he asked harshly.“Jacob, I... I...please, yes, yes. Whatever you want.” My pussy was contracting around nothing—I needed filling, now.“Because whenever you want tying up and punishing, all you’ve got to do is tease me and you’ll get it.” He pressed his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. “And, just so you know, whenever I want to put that plug in your tight little arse and fuck your pussy, I will. You’re mine; I will do to you whatever the hell I want, whenever I want.”His words were like an aphrodisiac and my arse clenched around the plug, stimulating me so much that an orgasm hovered. If only he would...He thrust in, right to the hilt.I cried out. My channel was so tight. With the plug in place his cock felt so much thicker, so much wider. The stab of pain was deliciously bad, and the sensation of being invaded and filled overwhelmed me so much that tears fell.“Shh,” he soothed against my cheek. “Shh.”But I didn’t want to be quiet or soothed. I felt wonderful, and no one would hear us. I wanted to shout and scream and let Jacob know how fantastic he made me feel. They were tears of joy. “Jacob, Jacob, please, oh God, yes, yes!” I shouted. My orgasm was so close. One more stroke.He pulled me off his cock, then, using the ropes I was harnessed to, swung me back down on to him.For an aching, eternal second I stiffened, my body waiting, suspended, knowing it was there, finally. “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I panted, staring down at where we were joined. His dark pubic hair was mashed against my clit; his hips had reared upwards as he thrust as deep as possible into me.“Fuck it, yes, yes,” he hissed.He shoved me up and banged me down onto him again, the penetration bordering on violent.“Argh!” I erupted in a rolling, hanging mass of ecstasy. My anus clenched around the plug and my pussy squeezed and milked his cock. My clit sent shockwaves of wanton bliss careering through me.“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he cried out, his voice now every bit as loud as mine and his head thrown back. “That is fucking it!” He came deep inside me, ramming my body down onto his over and over.I split apart again, my body reeling in a million different directions in the cold, dark woods. It travelled from the tips of my fingers, frantic and bloodless, right to the ends of my filthy toes.What on earth had we become?

As you can no doubt tell there is a lot going on with Karen and Jacob as they discover what it is they want from their sex life after ten years of marriage. But because underpinning all of their erotic adventures there is a very deep and profound love and unwavering respect, their exploits just get more and more exotic. What you've just read is from about half way through That Filthy Book, and believe me, there's so much more!
Blurb for That Filthy Book
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.
Reviews

Fallen Angel Reviews - "This book is intense. I have never read such a hot, sexy, raw book. I loved it. The best part of this book is it isn't just a book about sex. It's a book about the exploration of a marriage and how easy it is to fall into a rut of behavior. It's about the lengths a couple is willing to go to, to keep their sex life fresh and their marriage happy. Most of all, it's about a happily married couple who are still in love and after 10 years, finding that love can grow deeper and richer. This book shows how rich and satisfying a fantasy sex life can be when shared with a patient and understanding partner. I don't think simple words can even do justice to what this book made me feel. As a happily married woman myself, I found myself nodding as I read about the uncertainties that plagued Karen. It's nice to know that I am not alone in these thoughts. I recommend that every woman read this book, because unless you experience it for yourself, I am not sure I can convey the emotion this book evokes. Read the book. You won't be disappointed."

Amazon Reader - "The thing I enjoyed about this story was how much they (Karen and Jacob) loved each other, a fact that the authors were able to get across clearly and with such realism throughout. I loved how they sought to add spark, but that they'd always loved each other and the revived sex life only added to that love. Reading their story, their journey, made me long for a love like that. Having someone willing to do the things you fantasize about because they care that much about you is wonderful. Enviable."




Ex Libris Reviews - "I discovered Lily Harlem thanks to her Hot Ice series, a steamy contemporary romance series about sexy hockey player heroes. But as those novels range between sensual and steamy the sheer hotness of That Filthy Book took me by surprise but with the flowing narrative and deeply developed characterizations I was swept up in the whirlwind that was the story, and it became one of my favourite reads of 2012!"





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The Evolution of my Hot Ice Series

It's no secret that I love to write my Hot Ice series and with the 6th book, MICONDUCT, having its final polish before it hits the shelves I'm hoping that 2014 will be another exciting year for my fictional team the Orlando Vipers. When I wrote the first book HIRED I always had an idea it was going to grow into more than just one novel but I never could have predicted just how many stories would evolve.
I, however, unlike a lot of my fellow hockey romance authors, live in the UK. My local team is The Cardiff Devils, who are actually pretty damn good and based in the capital of Wales. I kind of manage to keep up with the NHL online, but I have never been to a match Stateside. Getting into hockey has been a slow burn for me. Unlike in the US it's still a secondary sport for most UK people, and I would guess a lot of folk wouldn't know the name of their local hockey team. Football (soccer) is a different matter, it is the nation's obsession when it comes to team sport, certainly for the blokes anyway, and, to be honest, more and more women these days - me included! Hence my sexy novel, SCORED, about the English captain, Lewis Tate and a sassy female sports reporter. So how did I get the hockey bug? Reading of course. I read a few hockey romances and loved them. The descriptions of the sport, the adrenaline, the speed, the smells and sounds completely gripped me. I also became immersed in the heroes and their rough and ready, go for it attitudes as well as their obvious hunkyness. The women who tamed them, snared them, tempted them into their beds were seriously lucky, or so I thought. So when it came for me to write a sporting romance for Ellora's Cave I couldn't help but let my mind wander down the hockey route. That's when Logan 'Phoenix' Taylor came into existence, the star of HIRED.

I'd had this idea brewing about a couple thrown together in a beautiful villa on a desert island. Her having been sent there to stop him from drinking and wallowing in misery, but, and of course there's always a but, he doesn't know that she's been hired for the job of babysitting him. Naturally things get complicated when they find they can't keep their hands off of each other...
It seemed natural to make Logan a hockey player, a sullen, sulky player who's on a week suspension for bad on-ice behaviour. Brooke is a sweet girl who desperately needs money to finance her dreams of being a nurse, she doesn't intend to even talk to the Neanderthal in the corner! Ahem... oh yeah, she does a lot more than talk!

Hired was a great success, winning Best Cover 2010 on D Renee Bagby's blog and Best First Chapter (you can read it here). This success got me thinking about one of the secondary characters in Hired, Brick. He'd been a bit of an ass in book #1 to tell the truth, and gets his butt kicked by Phoenix, but I still felt there was more to him. So I created a feisty, determined heroine for CROSS-CHECKED who literally wanted to hunt him down. You see, Carly is also a world class athlete and used to getting what she wants, however Brick, and the sport of love and lust, proves to be a whole different game for her and she soon finds herself tangled in her own rules! Cross-Checked went on to win Sizzling's Best Sporting Romance Award 2012 which was very exciting and I'll always have a soft spot for Brick.

By this point I was getting more into hockey and had befriended someone involved with Cardiff Devils (who drinks at our local pub).
I write anonymously so didn't tell him about my raunchy interest in the game but was more than happy to dig out details about my local team and chat about their recent wins and defeats and what was going on in the locker room and the players' lounge. All the time we chatted and drank wine I was plotting my next story, SLAP SHOT, which I wanted to make about the captain of my fictional team, The Orlando Vipers.

I quickly decided that I wanted Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis to have a bit of kink when it came to the bedroom, not that my other players didn't have, but this was a more, hence the title. The woman he persuades to join him, Dana, is not looking for romance or even a man in her life, so he has to pull out all the stops to get her but when he does... phew, I loved writing this book! I lost 5k of words at one point which was pretty frustrating, but I went back and re-wrote and in the end was particularly pleased with the intensity of the pole dancing scene.

When it came to book #4, TEAMWORK, I went into what I consider a real comfort zone of mine, menage a trois. My very first novel, SHARED, is a story about a threesome (set in Cardiff believe it or not) and I've always enjoyed going back to 'more in a bed'. Enter Raven Starr and Todd 'Pretty' Carty, they're as talented off the ice as on it when it comes to teamwork.

Although there are threesome scenes, hot, dirty, sweaty threesome scenes in Teamwork, I really liked the idea of using one of my male leads in the next book. M/M is fairly new to me and I will confess that I wasn't sure how I'd manage to portray the difficulties a gay hockey player would have in the US. The news is big about gay athletes coming out of the closet and I wanted to do my characters and plot line justice.


HIGH-STICKED therefore required some online research but I'm thrilled with the end result and judging by readers reviews so are they.
One of the things I've made sure of with my Hot Ice series is that the books can all be enjoyed as standalone reads. Each story focuses on a new player and his journey to happy ever after. But, if they are read in order the star of the next book will have had a cameo appearance in the last, plus the previous characters pop up at parties or games or other events so if you've read them all you'll be able to say hi.
In both Teamwork and High-Sticked the goaltender is briefly mentioned, Dustin 'Speed' Reed and he's the star of book #6 MISCONDUCT, the manuscript I am busy getting all ship, shape ready for launch.

I'm looking forward to this one hitting the shelves, the chemistry between Dustin and Gina, the daughter of The Vipers owner, is explosive, plus he too has his own kinks that he's only too happy to tell her about... oh yum!
So what's next for Hot Ice? Well, I intend to keep on writing as long as people keep on reading. The next book is started, RUSSIAN HEAT, and stars Vadim, featured in Misconduct, and I'm thoroughly looking forward to enjoying a trip to Moscow in my head. After that there will be another player who needs my attention, possibly young Jackson who's had a hard time in Misconduct. One thing is for sure I love my Viper boys through and through and I hope my readers do too!

If you would like to know more here are a bunch of links.

First Chapters - Hired Cross-Checked Slap Shot Teamwork High-Sticked



Blurbs - Lily Harlem Website Hot Ice Page

Reviews - Lily Harlem's Rockin' Reviews

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Breathe You In - My Inspiration #ebook #romance #amazon #inspiration

Breathe You In, starring Ruben Strong and Katie Lansdale, was a wonderful book to write and played like a movie in my head for the few months it took to pour from my fingertips onto the screen.

I'm absolutely thrilled that it's just had a mention in USA Today as a reviewer's favourite book of 2013 - this is what they say " Harlem never fails to heat things up quickly, which I love, but proves she can bank the fire with this sizzling mainstream romance. Breathe You In was an emotional, powerful read that left me wishing for more pages."
It's an unusual plot and I'm going to give a spoiler now - though if you read it, it's only a chapter before you find this out - in order to chat about why this book is so important to me. (Chapter One available here.)
Katie is having a rough time and struggling to move on from the death of her husband Matt. But one thing has captured her attention and she can't let it go. "Had I learned nothing about grief and its obsessive, dark, manipulative nature?".  She's become fixated on finding the recipient of her husband's donated heart. A difficult decision she made on the day of his death.
Perhaps this makes it sound like a really sad book, it isn't, it's fun and flirty, sexy and steamy. Breathe You In is about picking up the  pieces after tragedy, finding laughter and love again and moving into a bright future after being in a dark place.


Many of you know that I was a nurse before I took up writing erotic romance. I worked in London mainly but did spend some time in Oxford at the John Radcliffe Hospital. I was only just qualified and working towards a post grad in acute care. I spent some time in the operating theatre as part of a cardiac rotation. The John Radcliffe is a pioneering hospital, the work they do there is outstanding, life saving and life changing.


The heart has always fascinated me as a structure, the chemicals and electrical impulses, the constant contractions and the problems that can arise when things go wrong. I saw patients before, during and after major cardiac surgery. Got to know them, spent time with them, celebrated their recovery with them and their families. It truly was an amazing experience for me, as a nurse, but for the patients, it was something else.


Which is why I dreamed up Ruben Strong, a man who'd physically  and emotionally been to Hell and back when his health declined and he needed a new heart. But like Katie, his story picks up a couple of years down the line and he's well and strong and getting on with his life. He's a gorgeous, fun-loving, adrenaline-junkie who's had to make adjustments, of course, but is raring to go again.
The trouble is Katie seeks Ruben out, even though confidentiality laws in the UK require donor families and recipients to co-ordinate any communication through a transplant liaison officer. Actual meetings can be set up but usually years after the transplant and only if both parties agree. Katie can't wait, she wants, no needs, to see Ruben, the man who has the heart of the man she loved mind, body and soul. She hires a private detective to track him down with the intention of seeing Ruben from a distance, believing this will help her sleep at night, knowing where the heart that loved her for so many years actually is.
What Katie doesn't count on is that she literally bumps into Ruben, in of all places, a museum's World War 2 display that is having a malfunction with the audio - the sounds of bombs and explosions are rattling her nerves...
I moved through to the next room. It was dark, the walls painted black, and in the corner was what looked like a bunker and some kind of corrugated iron shelter. A sudden wail—an air-­raid siren—blasted out of a speaker above me. The lights flashed on and off, and a deafening boom rattled across the ceiling and pounded up through the soles of my feet.I clutched my handbag. Stepped backwards. What the hell...?A loud voice hollered out. “Northampton during the blitz. This is what it was like to live in the town in nineteen forty-­‐three.”“Oh, shit, really.” My heart was galloping, and my bearings had slipped. I couldn’t see the way out, other than the archway I’d just come through. There was no obvious exit that would keep my journey progressive through the museum.Another loud bang, followed by whizzing and an explosion that clanked several wall-­hanging gas masks and jerry cans against one another.I had to get out of there. It smelled musty, and it was so dark and loud I could hardly think.Spinning, I came face to chest with another person.“Sorry,” I said, the need to flee now overwhelming. “I’m just...” I glanced left and right. Staggered slightly.“Hey, are you okay?” He cupped my elbows, steadied me.I looked up through the shadows into dark eyes. “Er, yes, I think so. It just made me jump, that’s all. It’s a bit loud.”“I’m sorry. It’s supposed to be noisy but this is too much.”“Yes, it’s ear-­‐splitting.”Bomb sounds were raining down on us with gusto. Screams and shouts were mixed into the soundtrack now, adding to the chaos. “Which, er, way...?” I asked.“Through the army camouflage curtain, just there.”Shadows sliced across his face but were lost momentarily when the lights flared again, simulating explosions. I reckoned he was about my age, maybe a little older. He had a straight, long nose, wide mouth and a flat, brown mole on his right cheek.“Okay.” I was about to step away but realized I’d placed my hand on his chest, right next to a small badge that had a picture of the museum in the left hand corner. Also on that badge, written in bold black letters, was the name Ruben.I snapped my hand away. Had I felt the thud of a heart beating beneath my palm? Panic raced through my body, starting in my fingers and shooting up my arm. It went into my lungs and belly, weakening my knees and softening my spine.It was him. I knew it was. How many Rubens could possibly work here? Not only that, I’d touched him. Hell, he was still touching me. This wasn’t my plan, not at all. No way.Gasping, I moved back, still staring at his badge, at his chest. Beneath that neat white shirt, his skin and bones, was Matt—Matt’s heart and lungs. Beating. Inflating. The heart that had loved me so much.Oh, God.My plan had gone terribly wrong. I was only supposed to see Ruben from a distance, not speak to him, definitely not touch him.“I have to...” I said, bumping into the plastic-­molded bunker and the side of the Anderson shelter. “Go.” I straightened, just; my body didn’t feel like mine. I was shaking, hot and cold, my brain infused with fear and fascination.“Are you okay?”“Fine.”What the hell was the matter with my vision? I couldn’t peel my attention away from his chest, his name badge, the way his shirt hung down, flat against his long, lean body. It was buttoned at the top, the collar sitting neat against his neck. There was no scar that I could make out, but there would be one. I knew that much.“Are you sure?” he asked over the din.“Yes.” I managed to move toward the exit he’d indicated. “You really should get this volume turned down before you give someone a heart attack.”He laughed as another flash filled the room. “The kids love it, but yes, you’re right. I was actually just fiddling with it.” He turned and disappeared into the room with the plow and the grinding wheels.
This is just the very start of Ruben and Katie's story and I adored all the twists and turns of Katie's thoughts especially as she realises that she's attracted to Ruben and their friendship turns to more.




The sexy scenes are high-level emotional. Katie because she hasn't been intimate with anyone since the death of her husband and Ruben, because, let's just say he was a bit of a Casanova before he became ill.




Working on a Formula One racing team and travelling the world meant he had his fair share of beauties in his bed, but now, well, his confidence has been knocked and he hasn't dated since his operation. It takes Katie's gentle support to turn him back into the vibrant, passionate man he once was, but when he finds himself, wow, there's no stopping him!

I used this serene expression as inspiration for the first sex scene.



But by the time Ruben has his mojo back this is definitely more his brand of action...



Here is a sexy snippet. Ruben and Katie have just made it home through a storm and are dripping wet...

“I’ll grab us some towels,” I said, dashing to the laundry pile. I retrieved a couple of freshly washed pink towels that smelled of fabric conditioner and passed one to Ruben.
He took it and dropped it over his head, rubbed vigorously. I did the same to mine and toed off my sandals at the same time. I dabbed my face, collected an oasis sitting in the groove of my throat and patted beneath my eyes, hoping I wasn’t displaying a panda look.
Ruben buried his face in the towel then dropped it to one side. “I don’t think I’ve ever got so wet so fast,” he said, trying and failing to flatten his now fluffed up hair.
“It was fun,” I said. “I’d forgotten how much I like to splash through puddles or how much I enjoy a good storm.”
As I’d said the last word a tremendous boom, accompanied by white light, filled my flat.
I jumped and let out a slightly hysterical squeak. “Well, that’s maybe a bit too close for comfort.”
Ruben smiled, but then the smile fell. His gaze dipped and he stepped up to me. “Did you know your blouse is see-­‐through?”
“Is it?” I glanced down, automatically pressing my arm over my breasts.
He caught my hand, tugged it to my side. “The best type of blouse as far as I’m concerned.”
My white blouse had indeed turned transparent, highlighting my white cotton bra and the small pebbles my nipples had become in the cool rain. I could just make them out, dark disks beneath white material.
“Ruben, I...”
Suddenly I was face-­‐to-­‐face with him. He’d picked me up, arms tight around my body and our chests pressing together. My bare feet were dangling.
I put my hands on his shoulders and stared at his face. His lashes were still heavy with water and had become tiny triangular points. A large drip was rolling from his right temple into the fuzz of hair by his ear.
“I think it’s time,” he said, his lips almost touching mine. “To pay my debt.”
Beneath his wet clothes, his body felt hot and hard. There was also a seriously sexy glint in his eye that held determination and lust—a delicious combination.
I pushed my hands through his damp hair and kissed him. Was vaguely aware of him walking, heading to my bedroom, as our tongues weaved together. I slanted my head, deepened the kiss, and he moaned gently, feeding me more of what I wanted.
Ruben Strong.
He set me on the edge of the bed, his mouth not leaving mine. I was wet, turned on, scared and excited. It was like living in a cloud, someone else’s life. But it was mine. My life. And I was here with Ruben, gorgeous Ruben who was acting like he was more than ready to give me what I was owed.
He kissed across my cheek, his hands busy roaming down my chest and my stomach, seeking out my fly button.
I tugged at his top, wanting the wet material out of our way.
He paused to fist it between his shoulder blades and drag it over his head. His chest was beautiful, the hair damp and flat with rain, his nipples, like mine, taut and hard. I looked at the scar, smooth and pink, and the neat trail of hair that feathered across his stomach and disappeared into his jeans.
“Say yes,” he said, kissing my right breast through my top and bra. “Katie, say yes.”
“Yes,” I murmured, laying fully back and trying to push at my trousers. “Yes, Ruben, yes.”
He kneeled between my legs, helped me drag my jeans past my hips and over my buttocks. Peeling away the tight material that was clinging to my skin. He worked fast, his hands gripping and tugging the denim downward.
Eventually they bunched at my ankles and with a final jerk were off.
He shoved them aside and kissed my knee then my thigh, his lips and hands warm on my cool, damp flesh.

I hope you enjoyed reading a little about Breathe You In. You can grab a copy from Amazon US or Amazon UK for just $1.24/77p! Read another excellent review here and if you want to chat to me about this sexy novel then just leave me a comment.

Lily x