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Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWrWa #8sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, here's 8 from The Player, book #2 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy.
I rushed past Catherine, took the steps two at a time and within seconds was inside and had Zara in my arms, lifting her away from the mean slivers of broken glass. If she stood on them, got splinters in her feet, it would hurt like a bitch. I set her down, by the oven and she looked up at me.“Are you all right?” I asked. She shook her head, just a little, and then was gone, flying from the room and turning the corner towards the staircase.“Oh, what a state. We’ll have to replace that glass,” Catherine said tugging a broom from the cupboard.“Yes,” I agreed, staring at the way the sunshine glinted, quite prettily, on the broken fragments. It was odd that something so wrecked could be so beautiful.






You can find out more about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy on the Harlem Dae website, and be sure to check out the 5* reviews that are piling in on Amazon.

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Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Thanks for stopping by Saturday Spankings. As requested this weeks 8 lines are a follow on from last weeks' spanking taken from The Virgin, book #1 in The Sexy as Hell Trilogy.
The voice has switched here, it's a new chapter, and now we're seeing the situation from gorgeous Victor's point of view, though to be fair, he's on the edge, his limit has been reached... the tension is high!




A red fog descended, redder than my poor sodding arse. Zara had known full well she was making me imagine I was fucking a man, getting off on a bloke’s freaky false tits, and she’d bloody well strung me along for the ride.And that paddle, on my backside, that was supposed to feel good?Sure, my cock was as hard as wood, my guts ached for release, but still...And the damn gleeful look on her face.My heart thumped, and my focus went, my peripheral vision blurring. All I could see was her. All I could think of was proving that it was her who turned me on. Not a beating and a bloke. I’d done it all for her, to play her stupid game.The air whooshed from Zara’s lungs as I backed her into the wall and a smidgen of the cockiness left her expression. For a moment I wondered if I saw fear.I didn’t care.



Find out more about Zara and Victor and their vibrant, volatile super-sexy boundary pushing story on the Harlem Dae website.

Brit Babes!

If you haven't checked out what the Brit Babes are up to lately, then head on over to their website! It's hot, hot, hot...

Yank by Selena Kitt

YANK BLURB
David has been brightening up his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in his parents' shed, but when he finds that their American foreign exchange student, Dawn, has discovered his magazines, things really begin to heat up. David's parents insist that he look for a job, but Dawn has the week off and is determined to work on her tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by their seductive foreign exchange student, who makes it very clear what she wants. In spite of the Study Abroad program's policy that no "relations" are allowed between a student and anyone in their host family-not to mention David's mother's insistence that they treat each other as "brother and sister,"-Dawn's teasing ways slowly break down the barrier between them until they both give in to their lust. But what are they going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in the meantime?
NOTE: This story appeared in another book titled NAUGHTY BITS. Previously titled Foreign Exchange, this is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy re-telling--updated and redressed for your reading pleasure.
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EXCERPT
"David?"I woke up with a grunt, hearing my name being hissed from beside the bed. It was dark, but I could make out her outline in the moonlight coming through the window. She was on her hands and knees, crawling toward me."Dawn?" I felt her find the bed with a thud. "Ow." She whimpered. "Christ!" I reached for her, groping in the dark. My hand found her arm, helping her up into the bed. "What are you doing?" "Ta," she said, thanking me. I could smell the alcohol on her now. "It's a long way when you're legless.""Shhhh!" I looked toward my door. I was listening for my Mum or Dad but didn't hear them. "C'mon, let's get you to bed.""That's where I am." She crawled up against me in the dark and pressed me down, snuggling up against my bare chest. "Hey, you sleep naked! When did you start that?""Since I was fourteen," I whispered. "Keep your voice down, Dawn.""I am." She kissed my shoulder. "You feel good.""Okay." I tried to untangle her limbs from mine. "You are pretty well lashed, and I think this is a bad idea. C'mon, let's go.""Noooo!" She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She'd lost her heels somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me, her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. "Don't make me go.""I think you'd better." I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too tightly. "I'll scream," she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck."You will not." I edged my way out from under her. I heard her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. What was wrong with her? Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark and pressing it there, hard. "Button it!" I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt was riding high up and I felt her bare thighs against mine, her skin like velvet."Unbutton it," she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers working her blouse from top to bottom between us. She pulled her shirt open, sliding her breasts against my chest, back and forth. Her nipples were hard, her breath hot with alcohol against my face, her hands roaming over my back. Why was she coming onto me like this all of a sudden? I didn’t get it.
AUTHOR BIO
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic romance fiction and erotica. OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD! Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous.When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com). She does bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat. 
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her FREE story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available).

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100th Sunday Snog - calling all authors!

On the 22nd September Victoria Blisse is celebrating the 100th Sunday Snog at blissekiss.co.uk and she's looking for 100 authors to join in with 100 kissing excerpts and a prize giveaway on their blog. It's a huge event hoping to raise some money for Médecins Sans Frontières (doctors without boarders) and the brilliant work they do too. Lets kiss it better for those in need.
Please note a kiss from any book of any heat level of any pairing is welcome at the Sunday Snog. It doesn't even have to be a kiss on the lips, feel free to use your imagination!
For more info check here:
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And if you need more details or help getting set up for the snog then please email Victoria at (no spaces) victoria @ victoriablisse.co .uk and she'll do all she can to answer your questions.

Look who’s here...It’s Jenny Kane!!

For the past 9 years I’ve been writing away under the pen name Kay Jaybee - and WOW- have I had the most fun!!
14 solo publications, 3 new novels lined up, press appearances, erotic readings, modelling sessions, and even been up for a Best Author award! Let’s face it, I’ve done everything (and more) that I have ever wanted to do - except one thing.
That ‘one thing’ was to have a novel published outside of the erotica genre. This isn’t because I’m ashamed of what I do, or because I don’t consider erotica ‘real writing’ - far from it - but simply so I could prove to myself I could do it - that I could write something that didn’t have sex as the lynchpin of the story.
And, after years of deliberating over whether I was brave enough to step outside of my erotic comfort zone, I have finally dipped my toe into the world of contemporary romance- and so the new me has been born!
May I introduce you to Jenny Kane!!
My very first novel as Jenny is called AnotherCup of Coffee !!


Here’s the blurb...
Thirteen years ago Amy Crane ran away from everyone and everything she knew, ending up in an unfamiliar city with no obvious past and no idea of her future. Now, though, that past has just arrived on her doorstep, in the shape of an old music cassette that Amy hasn’t seen since she was at university.
Digging out her long-neglected Walkman, Amy listens to the lyrics that soundtracked her student days. As long-buried memories are wrenched from the places in her mind where she’s kept them safely locked away for over a decade, Amy is suddenly tired of hiding.
It’s time to confront everything about her life. Time to find all the friends she left behind in England, when her heart got broken and the life she was building for herself was shattered. Time to make sense of all the feelings she’s been bottling up for all this time. And most of all, it’s time to discover why Jack has sent her tape back to her now, after all these years…
With her mantra, New life, New job, New home, playing on a continuous loop in her head, Amy gears herself up with yet another a bucket-sized cup of coffee, as she goes forth to lay the ghost of first love to rest...
I did worry at first that it would be difficult to write this novel. That I’d be itching to pop in the occasional sex scene just so I’d feel on safe ground- but to my surprise that didn’t happen once. Perhaps it was because one of the main characters is an erotica writer, who I can naturally relate to, and that a great deal of the action (as the title would suggest) takes place in coffee shops (my spiritual home!)
I confess however, I am nervous about unleashing Another Cup of Coffee on the world - what if no one likes it? What if it flops? What if I’m never asked to write another romance again????? EEEKKK- Paranoid thoughts- maybe, but quite normal for us writer types I assure you!!
I guess I’ll just have to wait and see if people enjoy my non sexy work as well as my kink- if you fancy seeing what all the fuss is about- then you can order your copy of Another Cup of Coffee here...
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Thanks again for letting me visit you today, Lily.
Jenny xx



Bio
Jenny Kane is the author of the contemporary romance Another Cup of Coffee (Accent Press, 2013). This is Jenny’s first novel, but more are in the pipeline... 
Keep your eye on her blog at www.jennykane.co.uk
You can also follow Jenny- 
Twitter @JennyKaneAuthor https://twitter.com/JennyKaneAuthor
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/JennyKaneRomance?ref=hl  
Jenny also writes as the erotica author Kay Jaybee.
As Kay she has written several novels, novella’s and short stories, including,  The Retreat, (Xcite 2013), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait(Sweetmeats, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2012), Digging Deep, A Sticky Situation (Xcite 2012), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012). Details of all Kay’s work can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk 

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from The Virgin, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy. Be warned, it's not a kiss on the lips!


I glanced around the busy room to make sure no one was watching, then slid off my chair. The white tablecloth only reached three quarters of the way to the vintage-style flooring and wouldn’t fully hide me should anyone look our way, but given that we were in a corner, I could only hope that what I was about to do would go unnoticed. It was pretty dark under the table, and the centre pole pressed into my side as I crawled across to rest my forearms on his thighs.“Zara, I really don’t think—” His voice was strung with tension, the words tumbling down beneath the table in an angry, anxious, whispered flow.I wondered if he’d be able to go through with it. Let his propriety go for just a few minutes and be the bad boy that I knew nestled in the far corners of his soul.“Shh!” I whispered. “Shh and keep still.”I unzipped his trousers then pulled his cock out, licking my lips in anticipation of swallowing his growing hardness whole.He shifted closer as he tried to bat me away, his actions conflicting but hiding nothing from me. He wanted it as much as I did.And fuck did I want it. I needed to purge That Man out of my head, and giving Victor pleasure and teaching him to be naughty in public was my way of doing it. I knew Victor would be uncomfortable, probably getting redder by the minute, and a thrill went through me at having such control.I licked his tip—pre-cum there already—then smiled at him being so excited that he was leaking. His flavour burst on my tongue, and I savoured it, staring at his expanding cock, salivating. Instead of a teasing dance with my lips, I plunged him deep inside.He gasped, his legs snapping together, and I elbowed them open, wedging myself between them. From my previous oral forays, I’d gathered he loved a blowjob and would be hard pressed not to come.I pulled up, sucking hard, then slid down again until his pubes tickled my lips. I inhaled the scent of his curls, the musky odour making my cunt leak as I bobbed my head up and down, fast and steady.“Christ, Zara, don’t...”“Are you ready to order, sir?” a woman asked.I sucked on.“Um, uh... Not just yet.” He’d sounded in pain.I smiled around his cock and, as I eased up, scraped my teeth over the head. “My...oh...my dinner guest is indisposed at present. Perhaps,” he cleared his throat, “you’d give me another five minutes?” Five minutes was too long.“Of course, sir.”I took him deep, his tip touching the back of my throat.“Oh, God,” he whispered. “I’m...stop, please stop!”I ignored him, letting him plunder my mouth as he raised his hips, the small movement belying his request. His vein throbbed, and I helped him along by massaging him with one hand while stroking his balls with the other. His cock thickened a second before cum shot out in bursts, hot wetness smacking into the back of my throat. I swallowed everything he gave, listening to his soft “Ah, ah, ah”, and he lowered his hands under the table to grip at my hair. He fisted it, pulled hard, and another, final stream burst from him, flowing over my tongue. I drew up, letting his pulsing cock leave my mouth, and carefully tucked him away. He released my hair and, backing up, I ran my fingers through it, hoping it was tidy enough not to give off that I’ve-been-sucking-my-dinner-date-under-the-table look.Back in my seat, I studied him. His face was indeed flushed, and his bottom lip trembled with a tic. He stared at me, and I picked up on his silent question: What the hell were you thinking?“That’s better,” I said, giving him a smile then licking my lips.“Zara, you are so bad. Too bad.”I smirked and looked away. And wished I hadn’t. That Man sat two tables across from us, his face like thunder, his eyes also sending me a message: I saw that. I saw everything you just did.

Find out more about the Sexy as Hell Trilogy on the Harlem Dae website. And look out for the other two books in the series, The Player and The Vixen.

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Here's a few from The Virgin, book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy. Zara has taken Victor to the sex den she works at in Soho, London and is treating him to a few spanks with a paddle as he watches a very unusual show from a private viewing room.


“Oh, God,” Victor groaned.“That’s it,” I said, “come, come for me now and take all this pain with you.” But he didn’t come, he just kept on taking the slaps as The Harlequin stood, removed the costume and raised the snake in the air.“She’s a fucking man!” Victor said, dropping his hands from the window and stepping backwards. “Jesus Christ, a man with tits like that. And what the hell just happened, he came with the snake around his cock, fucking hell, too bloody freaky...”“Yeah, but look at your dick.” I chucked the paddle onto the chair, gripped his chin and harnessed his attention. “He turned you on. Did you ever think a spank and a bloke would get the great Victor Partridge just about coming all over the wall in a sex den?”He gripped my wrists, hard, yanked them upwards, towards his chest. My whole body jerked into his, our chests colliding.A wild, feral flash seared over his white-hot eyes as he forced me backwards, up against the wall, his movements swift and strong.Finally, I could see what I’d been searching for.

Secondary characters are getting their own short stories, including The Harlequin - coming soon.
Newest Amazon review for The Virgin...
First you must be open minded about BDSM, then you must be able to read it in a solitary place because you are going to get hot and bothered. At first I didn't think I would like it, then I could not put it down. The tension holds for the entire book. 50 Shades is bogus next to this gem. You are going to be buying all the books in the series and looking for more from Lily Harlem and Miss Dae. I think you will like what you read. Just try not to read it on the bus.
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