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The Virgin - FREE BDSM Novel #freekindle #freeebook #freebie

THE VIRGIN is book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy written by myself and Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae. To celebrate the release of these three erotic BDSM stories we are giving away the first book, The Virgin, for free on Amazon, be quick though the 29th of July is the last day!

Blurb for The Virgin

London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.
My journey to Hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette. 
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.

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If you fancy the other books in the series here they are, click on the covers for Amazon US. Also available from every other Amazon around the world including UK.



This trilogy is already set to rival all others!

And don't forget about the Sexy as Hell magazine, full of gossip about the characters and the authors!

Sunday Snog - The Virgin is Free! #freekindle #freeebook #erotica

Big welcome to Sunday Snog, my favourite smooching day of the week! Today, a special treat for you all because not only a lip-smacking moment but a FREE BDSM novel, yes that's right! To celebrate the release of the Sexy as Hell Trilogy - co-written with Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae - we're giving away the first, super-erotic novel in the series, The Virgin.

So, to whet you're appetite for the delectable Victor, here's some oral action taken from the end of Chapter Two...




Light suddenly blazed through the window as the automatic curtains pulled back. I blinked, turning to look at Victor to see his reaction to the room ahead.He darted forward in his seat, peering as though unable to believe his eyes. I knew what he was looking at, knew the layout like the back of my hand. Black walls, black floor, a somewhat out-of-place chandelier sparkling from the ceiling. Row upon row of toys hanging from hooks on the wall opposite, the metal of some twinkling. And Julie standing in the centre, naked except for a pair of shiny red thigh-high boots, her back to us. She was Barbie doll perfection, long, wavy blonde hair, and slender legs. Victor blinked. I looked through the window. Julie reached up and gathered her abundant mane in one hand, securing it into a knot with a scrunchie. Victor gasped. “Her skin...”“Pretty, isn’t it?” I looked at him.“No, no it isn’t. Where the hell did she get those scars?”“You’ll see. But if you meet her, never tell her you think those scars are ugly. To her they’re beautiful. A part of her. A very important part. There’s a lot you won’t understand this month, a lot you’ll think is wrong, Victor, but you must always bear in mind it isn’t wrong to those who are doing it.” “But she’s been hurt!” “Yes, she has.” I didn’t offer any more information. Sometimes it took seeing something before you could believe things weren’t as bad as they seemed. That what you saw wasn’t the first impression you’d got. I was going to open this man’s eyes so wide he’d think his pretty eyeballs were going to pop. Julie stepped forward and took a whip from one of the hooks. She moved a few feet in reverse so she was once again in the centre of the room. With a flick of her wrist she tested the whip against her booted leg, the sound of it hitting the leather filtering through the slim slats built into the top of the window. In my peripheral, I caught sight of Victor jumping, balling his hands into fists in his lap. I imagined his heart rate speeding, him not knowing what she was about to do, rolling information around in his mind with regards to her scars. They criss- crossed her back, some creamy and raised, old, others light pink, and others still red from a more recent whipping. She wore them as her armour, a badge displayed proudly, for they represented who she was, who she was finally allowed to be. Herself. I didn’t expect Victor to understand. Not many people did, I’d found. Julie drew the whip up in front of her, and its tail sliced across her shoulders. Victor let out an “Oh, shit!” but didn’t look away. Julie whipped on, one lash following the other with incredible speed, no long gaps in between strikes, no chance for a breather. This was how she liked it, hard and fast, and, like she’d said, if no one had the bottle to strike her in the way she liked it done, she’d do it to herself. “Oh, God,” Victor breathed. “What is she doing?” “Pleasuring herself,” I said, shifting slightly so I could look at him. Tonight his expression fascinated me more than Julie’s show. “That isn’t normal,” he said. “Sorry, but it isn’t.” “Not normal to you, maybe, but very normal to her. She loves it. You wait. She’ll come like a train in a minute.” “How can you come from that?” he asked, moving his head as though to turn to me but failing to pull his gaze from her. “How can that be nice, make you feel nice?”“Have you ever tried it?” I asked, knowing full well he hadn’t. If he’d had to ask me such a thing, he didn’t understand. “No, and I don’t bloody intend to either.” He rested into the chair then crossed his arms over his chest. Defence mechanism. A way to distance himself from what he was seeing. Julie groaned, whipping on, frenzied in her attack. She turned then, continuing to whip, and stared directly at our window. Clips adorned her nipples, joined by a silver chain. She lifted it and draped it behind her bottom teeth, then closed her mouth. “What the hell?” Victor said quietly. Eyes closing, Julie flagellated with one hand and cupped her sex with the other. Moaning, she used her thumb and pinky to spread her wet slit wide, then dipped her middle three fingers into her hole. She fucked herself, body jolting from each strike and more than a little pleasure she was unleashing down there. Legs widening, she withdrew her fingers and circled her clit, vigorous movements that had her hips lifting and her back arching. Her change in position meant the chain raised her breasts, each nipple distended, elongated. She trembled from the force of her whip. I glanced across at Victor. He was breathing heavily, and sweat had broken out at his temples. He still had his hands fisted, and I noted a severe blush on his cheeks. And I noticed something else too. “Quite a bulge you have going on there,” I said. For all his bluster on this being wrong, he was turned on. Some part of his brain recognised that Julie was getting off on the pain. “I can’t...can’t help it,” he whispered. “She’s just so violent, so...into what she’s doing. Look at her nipples. She’s tugging them so hard. Christ...” “She won’t last long now,” I said, still watching Victor. I knew Julie’s performance off by heart. Once she turned, once she put that chain in her mouth, she was almost there. Julie wailed out the beginning of her release. The long, drawn-out yell combined with the crack of the whip was undeniably arousing. I was wet and I needed to touch. I reached across and deftly pulled down Victor’s zip. Freed him and enclosed my hand around his hardness. I pumped his fat length, manoeuvring onto my knees so I could lean over the arms of our chairs. He didn’t protest, but lifted his hips as though silently offering his cock to find a home in my mouth. I sucked him in, and with three suctioned pulls I had him coming. Wet heat flooded my mouth, and I swallowed just in time for the next shot. He gripped my hair, grabbed the chair arm with his other hand, and gave a hoarse cry. Victor, the man who might have thought he knew it all, was only just seeing the tip of the iceberg.



Grab your FREE copy of The Virgin from Amazon US or Amazon UK or whichever Amazon around the world you prefer, but be quick, the first part of Victor and Zara's story is free for a few days only!

Also please LIKE the Harlem Dae Facebook page and make sure you check out the Sexy as Hell Magazine for all the juicy inside information about the characters and the authors.

Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWrWa #Sundaysnippet

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, I do hope everyone is over 18 today as I'm giving away an 18+ BDSM novel called The Virgin for FREE. Here are 8 lines from the first chapter, written from Zara's point of view, Victor has just lost a bet...

“Well, it’s the dress itself. I mean, who wears this kind of get-up?” Again, I wondered what he was seeing when he looked at me. Some slut?“I do. And…” Releasing my hair, I swivelled to face him, ensuring there was adequate space between us. “I do believe you’ve lost already.”He narrowed his eyes. “Pardon?”“You said you know everything, yes?”“I…”“Yet you don’t know who wears this kind of get-up.”He closed his eyes for a moment. His long lashes almost rested on his cheeks. “Damn.”

Grab your copy from Amazon US or Amazon UK. The other books in the series, The Player and The Vixen are also available for your enjoyment. More details on the Harlem Dae website.

Weekend Writing Warriors

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

FREE novel for all you spanker lovers today, and what's more it's a BDSM story with tons of spanking with hands and paddles and whips and... the list goes on, oh yes, this will really light your fire!


The Virgin is the first in the Sexy as Hell series that I've written with Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae. You can find out more about our writing together on the Harlem Dae website.
So first things first, here is the spank... Zara has taken Victor to watch a sex show, and is giving him a good paddle and a hand-job while he's watching the strange Harlequin act through the window of their small viewing room. This particular chapter is written from Zara's point of view, and believe me, it starts off hot and it just gets hotter!
“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 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.



Grab your copy of The Virgin from Amazon US or Amazon UK (or whichever other Amazon serves you around the world) and then once you've immersed yourself in Victor and Zara's world, look out for the other two novels, already available for your enjoyment - it is advised that these stories are read in order to fully appreciate the characters and plot.



About the trilogy...


Sexy as Hell: an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

FREE BDSM novel - The Virgin by Harlem Dae

THE VIRGIN is book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy written by myself and Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae. To celebrate the release of these three erotic BDSM stories we are giving away the first book, The Virgin, for FREE on Amazon.

Blurb

London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.
My journey to Hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette. 
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.


Amazon US        Amazon UK
If you fancy the other books in the series here they are, click on the covers for Amazon US. Also available on every other Amazon around the world including UK.



This trilogy is already set to rival all others!

First Chapter of The Virgin #excerpt #erotica #bdsm

The Virgin, Book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy will be FREE between the 25th and 29th of July on Amazon, but if you just can't wait to meet Victor and Zara read the first chapter today on D Renee Bagby's First Chapter Blog!

One Day to Go!

Make a note in your diaries to download your FREE copy of The Virgin from Amazon tomorrow. The Virgin is the first in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy and will knock your socks off!

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Find out more about my writing as Harlem Dae and the Sexy as Hell series on the Harlem Dae website!

OUT NOW -The Sexy as Hell Magazine! FREE!

Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.


First novel The Virgin FREE from 25th of July on Amazon!
Make sure you check out the Sexy as Hell magazine for all the inside gossip about Victor and Zara and the erotic adventures.

Coming Soon - Sexy as Hell Trilogy by Harlem Dae

Due for release on 25th of July, the long awaited Sexy as Hell Trilogy written by myself and Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae. Stay tuned because book #1 The Virgin will be FREE for a limited time only!

Find out more on the Harlem Dae website!

Sunday Snog

This week a little chocolaty smooch from Smut for Chocoholics...



Red Carpet Sweat by Lily Harlem
Hollywood star Tatyana has just been tempted to eat a bar of chocolate by her bodyguard Krane who is concerned about her fainting on the red carpet due to lack of food. She's now panicking about the calories and how she will look in her slinky designer dress - there's only one solution in the time she has before the Oscars begin, but can she persuade him?




“The trouble is, Krane.” I walked to the window, being sure to sashay like the fabulous Hollywood A-lister I was. “You’ve left me with rather a dilemma.”“I have?” I’d put money on him staring at my ass right now. What man wouldn’t given the chance?I pulled the curtains, dimming the room to a warm amber glow. “Yes, and since it was you who created this problem…” I turned. He was standing with his hands in his pockets and his eyes narrowed. “It’s only fair that you help me out with it.”“I don’t understand.”“Where’s your gun?”“Where it always is.”“Put it on the side.” I pointed at the table.“Why?” He made no move.“Because I don’t want it going off accidently when you help me burn off those calories.” I walked over to him, pouted my lips and put my hands on my hips. “Go on.”A muscle flexed in his cheek. “Gun,” I said again, standing close and looking up into his shadowed face. I could make out every dot of stubble over his top lip and across his chin. “Lose it.”His nostrils flared then he reached into his holster and set his weapon on the table where he’d put the chocolate.“Krane,” I whispered, going up on tiptoes and leaning into him, much closer than I ever had before. Breaking all the rules of personal space. “You think you can bring chocolate in here, tempt me to fill up on sugar and fat and get away with it scot free?”“I’m not sure what you mean?” His breath was hot and masculine, maybe with a hint of coffee.“One hundred and seventy five,” I whispered.“One hundred and seventy five what?” he repeated in a low, growling tone.“Calories, that’s how many calories that chocolate bar was, and…” I glanced at the clock. “I have a fraction over half an hour to burn them off.”His gaze was roaming my face, it slid downward, to my neck and the hollow of my throat. “So you want me to take you to the gym?” He swallowed tightly.I shook my head, loosened the belt on my robe. “No time for that, more drastic measures are called for.”That muscle flexed in his cheek again and a darkness filled the depths of his eyes. “The words drastic measures are ringing alarm bells for me.”“Alarm bells? Why, you don’t think you handle me?” I gave a cocky smile.“I can handle you just fine. It’s all the lunatics out there who want a piece of you that scare the shit out of me.”I opened my robe completely, let it slide to the floor and gather around my feet. I wore a pale aqua bra and pantie set. A tiny white flower sat at the center of the bra, between the cups.“Tatyana,” Krane said, roaming his gaze over my body. “What are you doing?”A flash in his eyes told me he was surprised by my action. But being a man in absolute control he didn’t step back, he stayed up close and personal. His body heat radiating onto my flesh and making me want more. More of him; all of him.Fuck he was hot, standing there all dangerous and hard in his pristine suit. There was a mysteriousness about him, an untamed, uncontrollable wildness that said he would never be ruled by anyone but himself.But still, he was mine, to a degree. I paid his wages, he was duty bound to bend to my needs, wishes and today, my desires.“I think you know what I’m doing?” I said quietly.“I really don’t.”I rested my hands on the smooth lapels of his jacket, stroked the fine material. “I need to burn off those calories, right now, right here and there’s only one way to do that efficiently in the time I have.”He looked at my fingers caressing his clothes. “And that is?”I paused for dramatic effect. It wasn’t everyday a guy was invited into Tatyana Starr’s bed. In fact it had been over a year since I’d made that offer. “I need you to make love to me… now.”He tipped his head lower, toward mine and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Making love to you isn’t in my job description.” His voice was a fraction deeper. But again if he was shocked by my demand, he hid it well in his facial expression.“It’s in the job description now.” I slipped my hands beneath his jacket, pushed it from the first slope of his shoulders. He made no move to help it on its way.“Trouble is,” he said, “in my mind making love is exactly that, between two people in love.”I shoved his jacket a little harder, still with no effect. “Not always.”“Yes always, and we’re not in love, are we?”I paused. “No, I guess not.”He captured my chin in his hand; a big, hard, hot hand, his fingers digging into my cheek. He dragged in a breath. “If it’s not making love its just sex.”I stared up at the rigid, almost feral look in his face. It did funny things to the tremble between my legs. Made me feel excited and also a little bit scared.  “Just sex?”“Yes.” He paused. “Is that what you want?”Hell yes.I nodded and succeeded in slipping his jacket free. It fell to the carpet. “Yes, sex. I want sex of the energetic, sweaty variety, to burn up those fucking calories you gave me.”“That’s the only way I have sex.” He wound an arm around my waist and snapped me against his body, whooshing the air from my lungs. “Energetic and sweaty is what I call fucking,” he said and lowered his lips to mine, hovered them there. “And I fuck fast, hard and for a reason, Tatyana.”I gripped his crisp white shirt. Beneath it he was like a damn brick wall. “And that reason is?”“To find satisfaction in the quickest, most efficient way possible, for both me and the woman I’m with.”Oh fuck. That sounded like an excellent plan. “Okay.” I wriggled against him and found what I was looking for—a hard wedge of flesh pressing into my abdomen. “So you think you’re up for the challenge? One hundred and seventy-five calories in half an hour.”“You do realize how dangerous it is to set an ex-marine a challenge?”“Danger is my middle name,” I said, sliding my hands over his collar and linking my fingers at the nape of his neck.“Generally I like to make sure it isn’t, but for the next thirty minutes, if you’re sure it’s what you want, then I’ll make an exception.”“Yes. It’s what I want. Krane—”My words were cut off as he took possession of my mouth.


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