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BDSM Bargain Box Set!

Fancy a box set at 50% off? To Obey andSubmit with novels from myself, Natalie Dae, Sierra Cartwright, Justine Elyot, Ashe Barker and Marie Haynes is now available to celebrate the launch of the new Totally Bound website – BDSM Bargain of the Week for sure…
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Coming Soon - Joy Ride

Hitting the virtual shelves on the 18th of October is Joy Ride, my contribution to the saucy new Spice Rack series published by Ellora's Cave. But did you know there are already two fabulous Spice Rack books available, Decadence by Karen Stivali and Love Plus One by Karen Booth - phew! - they're hot and raunchy and will be sure to give you some saucy ideas!
Find out more on my website.

Misconduct

Oh, look, a beautiful cover has arrived for Misconduct, the 6th book in my Hot Ice series. As you can see we're back to m/f here and doesn't Dustin 'Speed' Reed look delicious! No wonder Gina, the daughter of Fergal Gunner, Vipers owner, can't keep her hands off him - even if he does drive her crazy by insisting on calling her 'sweet cheeks' in front of the entire team!

First Chapters!

Many of my first chapters are available for FREE on D Renee Bagby presents first chapters blog. Click the covers below to head on over and indulge in some saucy words that set up the stories and will hopefully tickle your fancy!

















If these chapters have whet your appetite buy links can be found on the right of this blog or head over to my website for more purchasing options. Remember, I write to pay the bills so purchasing my work from reputable sites means I can continue entertaining you and other. Many millions of thanks for your support ;-)

Hanging Out!

I'm all over the place today and giving out free books too...

Find me chattering at BDSM Book Reviews about Sexy as Hell



Dirty Birdies swooning over hot heroes.



Seven Sexy Scribes and how Natalie and I write together.

Stories for When the Sun Goes Down

Coming Soon - A compilation of my short stories. Sexy and snappy they're just right for snuggling up in bed with on cold, dark winter nights.


Please note all stories have been previously published in a variety of US and UK anthologies.

Stand to Attention

Ohh, happy days. Look at this beautiful new cover for Stand to Attention designed by Posh Gosh. Delicious is a word that springs to mind!
Stand to Attention is a military m/m anthology due for release in February from Total-E-Bound, and I couldn't be more thrilled to be snuggling up amongst these raunchy pages with old and new author friends. My story is a menage called Who Dares Wins, and it's hot, hot, hot - roll on February!

Mean Girls by Lucy Felthouse

Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.
As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.
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*****Excerpt:
As usual, Adele Blackthorne felt the weight of gazes on her as she walked from the changing room to the steps to get into the swimming pool. She was used to it by now, and had learned not to react, to just carry on as though she hadn’t noticed people staring and not-so-subtly pointing at her.With a polite nod to Oliver, the lifeguard, as she passed him, Adele was grateful for his much more favorable reaction. If he thought she resembled a beached whale, he hid it much better than everyone else did. The warmth in his eyes as he nodded back even looked genuine. But she had no illusions, he probably slagged her off the moment he got into the staffroom, or home, talking about the fat woman who went swimming three times a week without fail. But for now, she’d pretend he didn’t. Pretend he thought she was sexy, and wanted to get lost in her abundant curves. God knows she’d like him to.It was true, she was a big girl and she was most definitely aware of it. Ever since she’d gotten to the age where her excess weight could no longer be called puppy fat, she’d tried to do something about it. Every diet under the sun, ridiculous amounts of exercise… nothing worked. Adele had grown so depressed in her teens that she’d become bulimic. Naturally, she’d lost some weight that way, but she’d also made herself so ill that she’d had to be hospitalized. It had terrified the life out of her, and ever since, she’d resolved that she’d much rather be healthy than skinny.Which was why she visited her local leisure center three times a week. She used the gym and sauna, and went swimming. And every single time she went, she’d catch someone gawping at her. But because of the years she’d spent—especially at school—being called all the names under the sun, she’d developed an incredibly thick skin. She was happy and healthy—so healthy in fact that she could probably beat all of those skinny bitches at a swimming race. Of course she never offered, never called anyone out on their rudeness and ignorance, but it made her feel better to know that she was fitter and much more polite than them.Slipping into the fast lane, she settled her goggles carefully into position—she hated getting water in her eyes—then lifted her legs to rest the bottoms of her feet against the end of the pool. Looking at the clock on the wall that counted seconds, she waited until the hand reached the top, then pushed off from the side and launched herself into the lane. It was quiet, so she had this section of the pool to herself. Her arms cut through the water, her legs flapped wildly and she did ten laps without losing any speed. Emerging from the water, she checked the clock again and was pleased to note she’d beaten her previous time.She was just about to start another ten laps, when she heard voices from the other side of the pool. Voices that clearly forgot how well they carried on water. It was as though they were right next to her.“God, I’m surprised all the water doesn’t jump out of the pool when she gets in. And the way she swims—she’ll cause a tidal wave one of these days.”The spiteful words were followed by a trio of sniggers, and Adele gritted her teeth. Part of her wished that she could create a bloody tidal wave, so it would sweep those bitches under water and drown them. The other part of her tsked at the thought. Ideas like that made her just as bad as them, just as unpleasant, just as cowardly.Because they were cowardly—the way they spoke about her behind her back proved that. If they ever passed her somewhere in the leisure center or its car park, they never said anything, not one word. They’d just scurry away as fast as they could, then titter when they thought she was out of earshot. She hoped that just one time, someone would say something to her face, so she could retaliate, speak up for herself. There was no way she’d start anything—she didn’t want to add confrontational to the list of faults that the mean girls had obviously compiled about her.Sucking in a deep breath, Adele launched into another ten laps, allowing the chilly water and the exertion of powering through it to burn away her irritation. Because that’s all it was—irritation. She wasn’t angry. Anger was too powerful an emotion, and one that was totally wasted on those ignorant women. She almost felt sorry for them, actually. If they had nothing better to do than to stare at her and slag her off all the time, then they clearly had very dull lives.The thought cheered her considerably and when she completed her twentieth lap, she lay her forearms on the edge of the pool and hoiked herself up. Her back was pressed against the side, and from here she had a perfect view of the rest of the pool. Tugging her goggles down so they hung around her neck, she had a damn good look at everyone else. The small children and their guardians in the kids’ pool right at the other end of the enormous hall, the old people who swum so slowly as they chatted that she was surprised they stayed afloat, the relentless movement of the man in the medium-speed lane and, of course, the mean girls who were in the same sort of position she was, but at the side of the pool rather than the end. The side which faced the lifeguard station.Adele narrowed her eyes and watched them—the two waif-like blondes and a brunette—as they chatted and giggled, and it seemed for a change, not about her. They’d clearly changed the subject since their previous spouting of vitriol. Their focus was very firmly on Oliver as he sat on his lofty perch, surveying the pools before him, ready to jump in should anyone get into trouble. She often toyed with the idea of faking a problem, just to get him into the pool and his strong arms around her. However, she knew that although he’d undoubtedly do his duty and help her, he’d never believe such a strong swimmer would need his assistance. Then he’d lose all respect for her, and probably stop hiding his disdain for her so effectively. And the polite nods and smiles she got from him were the only thing—aside from the center’s top-notch facilities—that made the place bearable. She was sure that if the three witches—a nickname she’d secretly come up with for the women—had their way, there would be a sign on the main doors to the building saying ‘No Fat People Allowed.’
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne

Please welcome a very special guest to my blog today, Tabitha Rayne, not only a wonderful author but also a wonderful friend. It's been too long since we shared a glass (or two) and a chatter face-to-face, but we're busy plotting our next get-together right now. So here she is, to spread the gossip all about her wonderful new book Taking Flight...


Hi there Lovely Lily!
I've just finished reading The Virgin by Harlem Dae - the first in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy - wowza - you have just got to give that one a whirl! So erotic, so exciting! Such a wonderful Domme.
Thanks for having me over to talk about my new book, Taking Flight, Lily. It's also part of a trilogy - book 2 in The Meeting Point.
I didn't set out to write a trilogy - I think I would have dropped dead with exhaustion at the mere suggestion! However, A Clockwork Butterfly came out last year and I sent the first few chapters of Taking Flight off to an Xcite competition - the more I wrote about these characters and the world, the more I realised they were the same as the other book, just a different time. 
Taking Flight follows the story of Deborah and her journey into becoming a dominatrix. It has always fascinated me, how do you find out what you like, who you are? How do we take those first steps from imagining a scenario to actually doing it? How do we go about asking for it? Taking Flight follows the journey of a young couple who find themselves in situations where self-discovery and being able to explore their sexuality might just save their lives – no pressure then! 
Here’s some bits and bobs about my new book – I hope it whets your appetite for a big old sexual adventure…
“Find me at the meeting point. We are more than the physical.”

Four generations from now, toxins are ravaging the land and the future of mankind is in peril. The surviving men are being rounded up and taken to holding facilities. Research scientist, Dr Deborah Regan is hoping to stabilise the decreasing male population before her lover, Marcus becomes one of those taken away.

When the authorities come looking for Marcus, Deborah abandons her research to go on the run with her lover. They flee to the forests where they stumble across a couple who are intent on finding an ultimate sexual union where at the point of climax their spirits break free from their bodies and unite. Plunged into a life of lust and survival, Deborah soon realises she can easily slip into this trancelike state and she and Marcus set out to create a transcendent bond of their own. Can they achieve the ultimate unity before fate separates them for good?

An erotic dystopian fantasy following a young couple trying to elude capture and separation. The prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly.


A little bit to make you blush (I hope…) – this is before Deborah has a notion that she might have a dominant streak. 
‘Stop it,’ she squealed breathlessly, ‘I can’t stand it!’ But he kept nibbling and tickling until she thought she might pee herself. Then he stopped. Pulling off his own top, he slithered up to her face again and kissed her ravenously with his full, sensual lips. She responded and suckled on his searching tongue, pulling him deep into her mouth. His free hand was now working her right breast, kneading and toying with her nipple, making it buzz with sensation. Her house trousers were suddenly oppressively tight and she shuffled her hips, trying to free herself of them. He pinned her fast to the rug.
‘Oh no.’ He broke away from the kiss to whisper into the base of her earlobe. ‘That’s my privilege.’ The grip on her wrists went slack and he snaked his way down her body. She lifted her chest as he reached her breasts, trying to force a nipple into his luscious mouth, or at least have him graze one with his weekend beard, but he ignored the offering. She should have known better; he was an outrageous tease and she reminded herself not to lift her hips when he reached her mound. He was kissing her belly now, circling her naval with his tongue, dipping in now and then. It felt odd, and somehow, very naughty as he engulfed the area, drawing her tummy into his mouth while tonguing the dip of her belly button. She had the usual hangs-ups about her stomach and had flinched the first time he had rubbed it sensually, telling her there was nothing sexier in this world than a real woman’s soft belly. She’d never quite believed it, and to this day still held her muscles tight, even when succumbing to his attentions. 
His hands reached underneath her and cupped the top of her buttocks just at the waistband of her trousers. She resisted the temptation to lift her hips just as she’d promised herself, but when he gripped the fabric to pull them off, as she expected, he pulled up instead of down and the already tight trousers rode snugly up into her crotch. Now she wriggled. 
‘Stop, don’t move,’ he warned and held her in place with the straining material. She looked down over her own body to see his face disappearing between her legs. He pushed her knees apart to make space for himself and pulled the cloth tighter as he bent forward. Her constricted pussy felt raw with the seam forced crudely between her lips, and when he leant into her, the heat of his breath caught her by surprise. He lapped at her through the material, quickly soaking it with his kisses. The wet heat and friction began to make her pussy peak and yearn and her clit hardened at the attention. Her juices mingled and she gave herself over to another new sensation her lover had given her. Pulling away slightly, he blew onto the wet patch. Automatically, Deborah’s legs tried to clamp shut at the sudden bracing cold and she gasped. 
‘Sorry.’ He laughed gently and plunged his face back in, warming her up again. It was one of the things she loved most about him; his inventiveness as a lover. He was always trying different ways to pleasure her – never afraid to try something new, always sorry if it didn’t work out as expected. There must be a bank of moves stored away in his mind, ready to surprise her. The hands under her back were removed and placed between her inner thighs. He pushed her legs further apart, stretching the material further into her. Then he pushed his tongue into the dip of her entrance, using it like a tiny battering ram, again and again. It was an odd sensation, like being flicked by something; pleasant, yet strangely invasive, considering nothing was inside her. He licked his way up to her clit and filled the space left by his tongue with two knuckles. As he teased her hardening bud, he began the pulsing ramming motions with his hand. Deborah caught her breath as part of the fabric gave and entered her a little. Pushing harder his time, his fingers forced their way in as he kept the rhythm up on her excited clit. Feeling very horny, she squeezed her still exposed breasts together, pulling and rolling her nipples between her fingertips and watching how they looked, so pink and inviting. 
As the lapping increased, so did the pressure into her sex and she started to feel the swell mount deep in her abdomen. Darkness spread into her peripheral vision and she heard herself say something in the distance about stopping before she came, but it was too late. A trillion stars fell through her as she climaxed in a flood of juices through her own trousers and over her lover. Her pussy twitched and convulsed as he kept pounding her sensitive flesh with his digits until she doubled up over him, hugging his head into her with her arms and legs, rocking him there until her trembling orgasm subsided. When their breathing had slowed, and she’d finally let him loose, he crawled up beside her.
‘There, that feels better now, doesn’t it?’ he said, ruffling her hair and pulling her close. ‘Shouldn’t you be getting back to saving the world or something?’


Buy Links for Taking Flight AmazonUK    Amazon.Com  
Buy links for A Clockwork Butterfly AmazonUKHYPERLINK "http://www.amazon.co.uk/A-Clockwork-Butterfly-ebook/dp/B008BYHJCO/"  AmazonUS  



Tabitha Rayne Bio:
Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore any genre.
Her short stories are included in anthologies from Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleis, Ravenous Romance, Mischief, and House of Erotica. She has novels with Beachwalk Press and Xcite Books.
TabithaRayne.co.uk Facebook
Twitter Brit Babes Blog Amazon Author Page  UK
Amazon Author Page  US - provides an up to date book list
GoodreadsHYPERLINK "http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4563479.Tabitha_Rayne" 

Thank you so much for having me Lovely Lily.

Hockey Hotties Blog Hop

Yay! You're here, so glad you could make it to the Hockey Hotties Blog Hop. Cassandra and I came up with this idea back in the summer and have been excitedly planning it as well as hopping (pun intended) on the spot for the start of the season to begin.

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 manage to keep up with the NHL online, thank goodness, but 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!
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, book #1 in my Hot Ice series.



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 player's 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, not yet released.



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 enjoying a trip to Moscow in my head at the moment. 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 (from 2nd Oct)   Slap Shot   Teamwork   High-Sticked

Blurbs - Lily Harlem Website Hot Ice Page

Reviews - Lily Harlem's Rockin' Reviews

Buy Links

Amazon   Amazon UK    ARe    Sony    Kobo 
Bookstrand  B&N Ellora's Cave

Pinterest - The Real Deal     Hot Ice

Newsletter sign up - so you know when new Hot Ice books are released!




So now to the important stuff! The prize! I'm going to giveaway 3 copies of Hired the first book in the Hot Ice series, so just leave me a comment along with your email address and I'll pick a winner at the end of the hop - good luck!

Note - below are links for the hop, not the sign up!



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