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Daily Mail Fame!

I've got a little fame going on today in the UK's online Daily Mail. I'm thrilled to be nestled on this virtual page with other amazing erotica and erotic romance authors who I am proud to call not just colleagues but also friends.
You can read the article here, and if you want to find out more about my interview with awesome photographer David Woolfall then head over to my website.

The Journal by Liv Honeywell and Domitri Xavier

Blurb:
“Come to my study at eight o’clock sharp. Dress for dinner. Wear high heels and put on that dress – you know what I expect of you.”
When the order comes Livia is torn between anticipation and dread.
Does he know? How could he possibly know what she has done? And how can she find the words and the courage to tell him?
As eight o’clock edges ever nearer, Livia waits outside the study door, trembling; uncertain of what she will find when she comes face to face with her Master.
If he knows… If he does, there will be consequences. There is no doubt about that.
What will be the price for her moment of disobedience?
Excerpt:
He heard the knock on the door of his study. This was her signal that she had complied with all his instructions, not a request to enter. She would come in when he said so and she would never dare to knock again.
He had asked her to dress immaculately, smartly; as if they were going to dinner. Her hair must be perfect, away from her face. Her make up flawless, perhaps to look a little tarty, but she would know how far to go and the penalties for going over the top. She would be wearing elegant, high heeled shoes.
He told her to come in, gently, softly; as if she were merely coming in for a coffee or cocktails. Immediately she stepped into the room; looking down with her hands behind her. She would never look at his face directly without his express permission.
"Come to me."
She had no idea what to expect. Would he be soft and tender? Or would he sweep her off her feet by mauling her like an animal. She knew that her body was his and he could treat it in any way that pleased him.
He ran his fingers through her hair, gently folding it back and forth and her head moved with his every gesture. Then he thrust his fingers deep toward her skull and tugged at her hair, moving her head in all directions. She let out an involuntary squeal.
"This is no time for making such noises."
The quiet scream stopped immediately. She was under his power, his presence; his dominance. There was never any doubt about it.
He put his hands over her eyes and closed them, turning her face downwards. With effortless ease, he bound her hands behind her by her wrists and elbows. He loved the way that this pushed her breasts forwards and outwards. He had no need to bind her but it pleased him; a bound woman was an aesthetic pleasure.
He put one hand over her mouth. The other roamed over every contour of her body; her pouting breasts, her waist, behind her neck. He moved to her pussy and felt that it was already wet. Then both hands wandered quickly and powerfully over her whole body. She let out a yelp of pleasure which he immediately silenced with his strong fingers. She was his to do with as he wished.
He turned away from her, then turned back to look. She was beautiful. She was his. Her pain would be his pleasure...________________
I knocked on the study door, quietly, almost hesitantly. I knew so well the knots in the wood, the whorls and lines of the grain. How many times had I stood here, gazing at this door; trying to guess what would happen when I opened it?
I wondered how long he would have me wait. I didn't know what to think. Did he somehow know what I'd done? Had he been waiting for me to tell him, giving me the chance to own up? Hoping that I would before he had to make me? I couldn’t imagine how he could know, but... he had sounded distracted earlier. Not like himself.
I'd so wanted to confess. I really had. I'd tried all day yesterday. I'd tried today as well but I couldn’t make myself say it. I didn't want to see the look of disappointment in his eyes, the awful expression on his face that would come from knowing I'd done something absolutely forbidden.
And… and I was scared of the punishment, of how bad it would be. And now I’d made it worse. Not only for me but for him too. For how much more I’d let him down by not telling him the truth.
I hoped I could find the nerve to say it now. Maybe I could find a way to explain, though I wasn't sure I could explain it to myself. What on earth had I done?
I hoped he would allow me to speak, or I wouldn't be able to say a word, not even to confess. What would I do then? Wait until he was done with me and then tell him? Wait until he had used my body, whichever way he chose; wait until he had given me pleasure which I surely didn't deserve?
Then what? If I couldn't find the nerve now, if I hadn't found it earlier, what on earth made me think I would find it then?
I reached out and lightly traced the pattern of the wood with a finger tip. My hand was trembling and I slowed my breathing, doing my best to relax.
Then I heard his voice; such a beautiful deep voice, so calm and gentle. It gave me no clue to what he was thinking, to what he would do this time.
I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, closing it quietly behind me; keeping my eyes lowered the whole time. I clasped my hands behind my back and waited.
"Come to me," he said.
'Always,' I thought. 'Whenever you wish it.' I didn't say it, of course. I knew better than to speak without permission.
I kept my hands behind my back and walked over to him, my high heels clicking on the hard wood floor. I dared not look at him, but I so wanted to. Perhaps for reassurance that he wouldn't hurt me, although I knew he would; perhaps to see if the gentleness in his voice was there in his eyes; perhaps to search for something, anything in his expression to tell me what he was thinking.
He lifted a hand toward my face and I tried not to flinch, but he merely stroked my hair, twining his fingers through the length of it. I began to relax, leaning my head into his hand, until he grabbed a handful of hair close to my scalp and pulled hard, and I couldn't help letting out a small squeak of surprise.
"This is no time for making such noises," he said, still so calmly, so controlled, and I bit back the sound, unable to rid myself of the feeling that this was the calm before the storm.
His fingers gently covered and closed my eyes, and then I stood quietly while he tied my hands behind my back. Now I couldn't even see what was coming, and even if I could, I was helpless to prevent it.
He clamped his hand firmly over my mouth, stopping even the chance to protest, as his other hand explored my body, stroking and caressing - over my breasts, across my hips, between my legs. I blushed as I realised he must know how aroused I was.
He released my mouth and inspected my body with both hands, squeezing my breasts and my bottom, stroking my face, touching between my legs once more. I moaned softly and he covered my mouth again, muffling any noise I might make.
Was I not to be allowed even the slightest sound? To have to keep silent no matter what he might do to me? The thought of his control made me shiver and I swallowed hard, trying to hold back a sudden rush of desire. I tried to still myself, wondering if he had noticed.
Of course. Of course he had. He noticed everything. I wondered if it would make a difference to what he would do. If it pleased him that I couldn't hide my reactions or if I would be punished for moving, however slightly?
He stepped away from me and I waited for what would come...
Buy Links:
The Journal is available from Amazon US - http://amzn.to/1bcR1CG and Amazon UK - http://amzn.to/1dxf9wI.

Author Bios:
Liv Honeywell:
When not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not is my first solo book. The Journal was co-written with Domitri Xavier.
You can follow me on my blog - http://www.liv-honeywell.com, Twitter - http://www.twitter.com/LivHoneywell, Facebook -https://www.facebook.com/LivHoneywell..., Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/LivHoneywell and my Amazon page is here: https://www.amazon.com/author/livhone...
Domitri Xavier:
Domitri Xavier comes from a rich heritage, including Russia, France and Yorkshire. He is the quintessential English gentleman and lives alone in his cavernous mansion, Upton Abbey.
Domitri is not only a writer, composer, pianist, raconteur, wit and poet, he also enjoys a number of hobbies; he breeds Basset Hounds, plays chess (although he has yet to record a victory) and he is a renowned collector of used tea bags – Earl Grey, naturally.
He fills his remaining time writing erotic fiction, much of it based on his own lifestyle at the Abbey.
The Journal is his first book and his poems have been published on Bitten Press’s website - http://www.akissofpoetry.com/211723089
You can find Domitri on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/DomitriXavierErotica, his Facebook friend page is https://www.facebook.com/domitri.xavier, his blog is http://domitrixavier.wordpress.com, his Goodreads page is http://www.goodreads.com/DomitriXavierand his Amazon page is http://amazon.com/author/domitrixavier.

First Chapter - The Vixen #erotica #bdsm #trilogy

The first chapter of book #3 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy, The Vixen,  is presented on D Renee Bagby's First Chapter Blog today - be warned though, these books are best read in order and spoilers are lurking in this chapter from the final book!

You can also read the first chapters from The Virgin #1 and The Player #2.

Lily x

Sexy Nurses!!

 What is it about nurses that men find so sexy? Is it because they cross into personal space as part of their daily routine, performing intimate procedures? Maybe it's the hat, or the possibility of lace-topped stockings beneath their uniforms. It could be guys just want a bed bath!


Image from LoveHoney 
Whatever the reasons Mr Harlem had to cope with the real thing for years. Before I picked up a pen, or rather opened a laptop and started writing, I worked as a trauma nurse in London, England.


University College Hospital
The work was adrenaline-inducing, the long shifts exhausting and the never ending stream of patients have proven to be an endless well of characters for me to draw on in recent years. And that includes my latest release Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, out now at Mischief, Harper Collins. 




Blurb

When scalpels are set down, the ward lights turned off and the patients asleep, there is always time for mischief …
I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. Needless to say I’ve seen it all over the years, been there and done that, what’s left to shock me isn’t worth knowing. But it’s so often the quieter nighttime where the real high jinx abound.
Yes, the nocturnal life is the one for me. With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats and dangling stethoscopes, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cozy linen cupboards.
Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t? But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me. A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme.
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I have to say this book was enormous fun to write and I realised, as I wrote, how much I missed my nursing days - not that I'm about to jump back into it, I don't miss it that much! But what really tugged my heartstrings was realising how much I missed being part of a team - working and playing with a group of women (mainly) who all know each other well, have a Carpe Diem attitude (you get that in trauma) and a terribly wicked sense of humour! 
Nurses have this wonderful way of supporting each other and it's very rare to come across a lazy nurse (well it was in a London A&E anyway) and that was what gelled everyone. When the going got tough the tough got going, if you couldn't cope, then you didn't hang around. Things could get pretty high octane, the pace was fast, things happened most people never witness or are part of, again that cements a team, the shared experience of the highs and the lows. The hospital social club was were debriefs happened over a few alcoholic beverages!
Naturally there are always a whole pile of real-life love stories going on, between doctors and nurses (obviously) nurses and patients, patients and doctors, cleaners and consultants - I kid you not - radiographers and secretaries, porters (the biggest players in my opinion - lol) and well, anyone!! Whatever combination works seemed to occur, and in fact I met Mr Harlem at work!
The night duties could be gruelling and not my favourite shifts at all - my body just doesn't cope without sleep - but when I sat down to write Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, it was this blanket of night, the privacy from the prying eyes of the day that meant I could really let Sharon run riot. She doesn't mean too, well maybe a little bit, but things just seem to happen to her  and before she knows it she's in deeper than she thought, not just with the studly Javier but also sweet Carl and the witch they call Iceberg!
Sharon has a higher libido than most, she also has a history of a broken heart, and when a patient - a gorgeous fireman with burnt hands needs a hand with er, something, she can't resist helping him out, it's her caring nature you see, even if it is above and beyond her job description! Oh, yes, this book was fun, some of the things in it are drawn from real experiences but most are made up. Mmm, I suppose you want me to tell you which are real, well you'll just have to read it and see if you can guess :-)

Here is a sexy snippet from Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse
‘Are you ready for the last one?’ he asked, leaning forward and slotting his rigid cock into the cleft of her buttocks.‘Yes, oh, yes.’‘And have you learnt your lesson?’‘I have, Sir, oh, I have. Please.’‘Please what?’‘Please, my last one, my last spank.’He reared up, pulled his fingers from her and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He thrust into her and as he maxed out, balls deep, he struck her soundly across both buttocks.Emily arched her back, her spine as tight as a bowstring. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She clutched the table, trying, it seemed, to stop herself from being shunted completely off it.I licked my lips, teeth and gums — my mouth was dry. Oh, she was getting it good. Who would have thought old Hartley had it in him to bang so enthusiastically and with such an adorable sprinkle of kink?My nipples were tingling, my breaths coming faster. I was aware of my hips flexing ever so slightly as Hartley pumped into her, over and over. His white coat was flicking and flacking with his lurching movements. He’d gritted his teeth and was grasping Emily’s hips, pulling her onto himself at the same time as he pounded into her.‘Oh, God, oh, oh…’ Emily squirmed, her feet rising off the floor, her body a slave to his powerful lunges.‘Yes, yes, call me God,’ he snapped.‘God, oh please, Sir.’‘God.’‘God, oh, I’m coming now, please, can I, God?’‘Yes, yes come, now.’ He reached for her hair, a high ponytail on her crown, and tugged.Her whole body rose. Her breasts juddered within the confines of the tiny nurse outfit, her back became a deep curve, and then she came.The sounds of her gasping and panting through her orgasm made my knickers wet and a knot of need tightened in my stomach. Oh, she was coming good and hard. Just what I needed after the last few hours. An off-the-scale, mind-altering climax would do quite nicely to make me forget everything for a few moments.‘Ah, yes, you naughty, naughty nurse,’ Hartley shouted then flung back his head and groaned through his final strokes to satisfaction.I shifted my feet and realised I was holding my breath and my hands were clenched into sweaty fists. Damn, I was horny for it. I wanted what they’d just had, not necessarily with the flouncy outfit and the red arse, but a damn good shagging.I reached for Carl, curled my fingers with his, and noticed that his palm was damp, like mine.He looked at me and gave a lopsided grin. There was a slight sheen of sweat over his top lip.I jerked my head towards the door. It was definitely time to get the hell out, before we were either discovered or my rampant, libidinous side let loose and I hurled myself at the nearest available male.Carl!After a last glance into the theatre, the object of my desire nodded and we sneaked back through the anaesthetic room, out into the corridor and into the dark cupboard we’d come through.I stopped.So did Carl. ‘Oh my God,’ I whispered when the door shut, enveloping us in darkness. ‘How the bloody Nora did you know they were in there, doing that?’There was a small click and a bare bulb overhead gave out a pale light. We were surrounded by brown cardboard boxes full of bags of intravenous fluid.Carl released the light pull and it bounced towards the wall. He shoved his hand through his hair and puffed out his flushed cheeks. ‘I had to come down here last week, in the middle of the night, to get some Gelo for Eyre Ward. I was on my own, didn’t bother to turn any lights on, and went out of the wrong door, ended up in theatres.’‘It wasn’t locked?’‘No, I suppose someone forgot, keeps forgetting. Anyway, you can imagine my surprise when I heard a bang and a grunt from theatre three, went to investigate and saw old Hartley with his junk out and about to diddle his scrub nurse.’‘Jesus.’ I let out a low whistle of disbelief. ‘You’d think they’d go somewhere private and play, wouldn’t you?’He shrugged and ran his finger around the collar of his shirt. ‘I’m guessing it gives them a kick, doing it in there.’‘You think so?’‘Yes, absolutely, catching each other’s eye the next day over a patient. A theatre full of staff and only them knowing they were fucking like a couple of horny teenagers on that very table the night before.’I shook my head. ‘Yeah, I guess you’re right. Must be quite a turn-on pretending there’s nothing between them and waiting for the place to clear out.’Carl looked cute as a button. His slightly unkempt, unshaven style, with his tired, bespectacled eyes and his easy smile had definite appeal. ‘You’d think they’d worry, though,’ I said, stepping up close and touching the askew name badge on his white coat.‘About what?’‘That someone might see them at it.’‘At it?’ There was a definite sparkle in his work-weary eyes.‘Yeah, at it, screwing. They should have picked a nice, dark cupboard.’ I slipped my hands over his shoulders, drew my mouth close to his. ‘One with no windows, no prying eyes or nosy colleagues.’‘Like this one?’‘Yeah, just like this one,’ I whispered.‘Mmm.’I pressed my lips to his and was pleasantly surprised by the soft willingness of his mouth and his small intake of breath.He held my face, his big hands gentle on my cheeks and his fingers just slotting into my hair, over my ears.The kiss deepened, our tongues tangled and I leaned my chest to his. He slanted his head and explored my mouth with a sense of passion and reverence.  He tasted fresh, of water and mint. That lovely lemony scent of his that made me think of Mediterranean holidays swirled around me. A whimper of approval rumbled up from my chest and I ached for some action. I reckoned Carl was the perfect man for the job. If just his kiss had me throbbing, imagine how I’d feel when I actually got him inside me, pumping and grinding.I slid my hands down his chest, over his pale blue shirt to the buckle of his trousers.‘Sharon,’ he murmured through our kiss.‘Carl?’ I whispered, exploring lower, over his groin. I found what I was hunting for — a lovely, long hardness straining against his zipper.‘Please,’ he said, releasing my cheeks.‘Please what?’ I squeezed him again then gave a firm stroke, base to tip. Wonderful, he was swollen and full and I could even make out the flare of his glans through the material. How fast could we get naked?He groaned and reached for my wrists, held them tight as I worked his erection through the material.‘Bloody hell,’ he gasped, his hips rocking towards me and then away.‘You want me to suck you?’ I asked, speaking against his lips.‘Fuck. No.’I hesitated. It wasn’t often a guy refused a blowjob. ‘You just want to shag then?’‘No, yes, I mean…’‘What do you mean?’ I kissed over his cheek, found his ear and touched my tongue to the fleshy lobe. Cupped his balls with one hand and at the same time hunted for the zipper of his trousers and began to pull it down.‘I mean I don’t, I don’t want to…’ He yanked my hands upwards, so they were captured between our faces. ‘I don’t want to do anything.’ His voice was harsh, firm.I jolted, surprised by his sudden movement and shocked by his statement.He was staring at me intently, his eyes wild and his lips wet from our kiss. ‘Oh,’ I said, shock and confusion muddling in my mind. Didn’t he fancy me? Was he gay? No, I didn’t think either was the case. The hardness in his pants told an entirely different story. ‘But I thought…you’ve got a…’He swallowed, the sound noisy in the small room, and then blinked, long and slow, and sucked in a deep breath.‘But you’ve got a—’ I said.‘Tell me about it.’ His mouth twisted, as though he was in pain, and he gazed intently at me.‘And you don’t want to do something about it?’ I licked my lips and smiled my sweetest smile. ‘I’m happy to oblige. We’ve been putting this off for months now. You and me, naked, it’s inevitable.’‘I know.’‘And?’‘And yes, I would like to do something about it, with you. Soon.’That was more like it. I tried to step in close again but he kept me at a distance with outstretched hands. Like I was some kind of sex monster about to rape him. ‘Carl?’ Now he was hurting my feelings.‘I’m sorry, it’s just…’I tugged at my wrists and he released them. My body was humming. I was hot for it but it seemed I wasn’t going to be getting any. ‘What. It’s just what?’ I snapped.‘I like you,’ he said, reaching out and touching my cheek. ‘I mean I really like you.’‘So what’s the problem?’ I couldn’t help my pout. He shook his head and looked down at his feet.‘Tell me, damn it. You drag me here to watch a damn sex show that gets me all horny for it, and then bring me in a dark cupboard, kiss me —’





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Ella Jade Birthday Blog Hop

Happy Birthday to Ella Jade and welcome to this celebratory blog hop. Keep reading to be in with a chance to win one of my books and a grand prize of $100 Amazon or B&N gift card!
Birthdays are fun for me, a few of my friends bemoan getting older but I always snap them out of it by saying 'what's the alternative?', that soon changes the mood and we have another glass of bubbly and the fun continues.


The last birthday I had was very special, Mr H treated me to a trip to London. I adore London, but living a few hours away, in the countryside, means I don't get to visit my favourite haunts as much as I used to when we lived there.
I guess the man in my life knows me well because he organised a day doing my favourite things in my favourite city. We started off with a walk from St Paul's Cathedral, along the Thames to the London Eye.


The Eye is great fun, and I'd been on it at night before but not during the day, and because it was a stunning blue-skied day we could see for miles. The houses of Parliment always fascinate me, I love the architecture and knowing the history the building holds makes me a little spell bound, especially when I can see it from above.


We then mooched up the mall with ice-cream to Buckingham Palace, took photographs even though we already have a ton, but hey, we were being tourists, and then made our way, on the Tube, to Covent Garden.


Covent Garden is one of those Tube stations where you get the choice of hundreds of steps or the lift. Mr H always groans because he knows how much I hate elevators and has to do the stairs with me, why he complains when he's fit as a fiddle I don't know!
After all of those steps we decided it was time for lunch outside a chic little cafe and were entertained by street performers - fire eater and a contortionist - as we sipped white wine and ate smoked salmon and salad, we shared a bowl of chips (fries) too!
I spent a few pounds in the boutiques of Covent Garden, it was my birthday after all, and then we headed to Leicester Square hoping for cheap West End tickets for that evening. We were in luck and nabbed bargain seats for Wicked, the Wizard of Oz story. Mr H looked dubious when we went in, but he soon brightened up when the show got going. I loved it, the scenery, the talent, the music, it was great! One of the best I have seen.


A train ride from the city found me snoozing on his shoulder and then... well, once home, then it was time for my last birthday present, and I'll leave that to your imagination, though I knew exactly what it was going to be!


Thanks for reading, before you go, check out Sexy as Hell a dark, BDSM trilogy just out and published under the name Harlem Dae (It's written with my co-author Natalie Dae.)



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.
You can find out more about The Virgin, The Player and The Vixen on the Harlem Dae website.



And if you leave a comment you could be in with a chance to win a pdf or mobi copy of The Virgin, to set you off on a wild journey of dark delights! Don't forget to leave your email addy and I'll pick a winner at the end of the hop.
Lily x
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First Chapter of The Player #excerpt #erotica #bdsm

The Player, Book #2 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy is presented on D Renee Bagby's First Chapter Blog today.

You can also read the first chapter of The Virgin #1

Lily x

Sexy as Hell Reviews #review #erotica #bdsm

Sexy as Hell is already raking in rave reviews, not only that, they're all 5*, and to top it off, book #1 The Virgin, has hit #1 in both the US and UK Amazon charts!


Here is what Amazon readers are saying...
Elizabeth - BETTER THAN 50 SHADES - I absolutely loved this book, it was by far better than the 50 shades of grey. I've already downloaded the 2nd and 3rd and can't wait to start reading them, well done to harlem dae this is your best book.
Clare - EXCELLENT READ - I thoroughly enjoyed all three of these books. I wasn't expecting to enjoy them quite as much as I did! I think you need an open mind to really enjoy the story. I cannot express just how much their story touched me. I've read many erotic novels an bdsm books but these ones are by far my favourites and I have recommended them to everyone I know :)
Meme - SEXY AS HELL - Wow! Very Erotic reading... Nice twists and turns through the book. Leaves you ready to read the second book. Not for the weak of heart!!! (pun intended)
Nyrican - MADE ME THINK - A well paced, lyrical writing that ensnared and enthralled! The sex was steaming, piping hot but it didn't come first for me. I was looking to be titillated yes, but instead was captured by the story of Zara and Victor more. When I got to the last page I cried "NOOOOO!" " it can't end like this!". This writing duo both got me vested in the characters and made me think. They made me curious, and made me question. What they made me question is for me, just as it will be for other readers, it will be personal to them. I cannot wait to find out where Victor and Zara end up. I also want to read more from these authors! Enjoy this trek thru the psyche of not one but two main characters in this trilogy!

Breathe You In Review #review #eroticromance

I'm thrilled to have a new amazing 5* review for Breathe You In, a book that is very dear to me.
Review

What do you do when you are locked in grief  and the one person that could bring you out of it holds all that is left of the man who promised to love you til death do you part?
Katie is reeling from the death of her husband Matt. Her life is a shell of what she has known before. Making the decision to donate some of Matt's organs was not an easy one, but when she finds out that someone is walking around with his lungs and heart, she becomes obsessed with finding closure so she can move on with her life.
Ruben is a man recovering from a transplant that has given him a new lease on life. When a lovely young woman shows up at the museum he is working at, he is immediately attracted to her and asks her out. Saving her from a rabid peacock and an out of control exhibit is the start of a whirlwind relationship. Only Katie has a secret. She was married to the man whose organs now reside inside of Ruben. 
This book was a refreshing blast of riotous emotions that left me gasping for air and reading as fast as I could. The depth of feeling in all areas of the book was so real I absolutely fell in love with this story.  Katie was character that as a reader, you could really identify with. Knowing the power grief has to knock your life out of orbit completely, I found myself really feeling for her. She was lost in a sea of lonely isolation and only when she met Ruben did a flicker of life come back into her.
The tough part in this book is this: do you tell the man you are falling for that he has the organs of your dead husband. Like a train wreck, you know something is going to go horribly wrong as girl gets guy, girl falls head over heels and guy finds out girl has sort of left out one very important detail about how they met. *ouch* Will they be able to get over a tiny omission of something that might not matter after all? You will have to read this one to find out. 
Lily Harlem knocks this one out of the park. It is one of her more tame stories but the sweetness and depth of emotion carried me away. Katie and Ruben are characters you can't help falling in love with over and over again as the blush of love chases darkness and death out of both of their lives. A thrilling and sexy read by one of today's most talented erotica writers. 
An excellent read! 5/5

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Harlem Dae Magazine #erotica #bdsm #kindle

Sexy as Hell - Secondary Character Stories #erotica #bdsm #ebook

When Natalie and I wrote the Sexy as Hell Trilogy we became completely immersed in Victor and Zara's dark world, so much so that their friends became our friends and it wasn't long before it was clear their stories would have to be told. Look out for spin-off novellas about pain addicted Julie, The Harlequin and the Snake and Mistress Fifi - Coming Soon!

All the gossip on our website and in the Harlem Dae FREE magazine!