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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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Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Greetings, I'm so happy you've joined me for a spank! This week a follow on from two Saturday's ago. Karen and Jacob are still out in the woods and things are hotting up!

The branch he wielded swung down again, the cold air shifting out of its way just a fraction of a second before it hit.I moaned long and low, no longer mustering the energy to remain completely silent.He picked up the pace, striking me fast and hard—they weren’t pansy hits, they had real male muscle behind them and each lash bit like a snake. Before long they all blurred, each cruel sting meshing with the last until my arse was just one thrumming mass of pain.A barrage of emotions overwhelmed me as I hung there, in the dark woods, my arse penetrated and being beaten by Jacob’s branch. I never would have thought I’d have this experience, but it was so liberating. Jacob inflicting this erotic pain had given me a whole new level of sensation. A whole new understanding of myself.As suddenly as it started, the beating stopped.I didn’t move, just allowed myself to be suspended by the ropes as I panted through the pain and listened to my pulse raging in my ears. My buttocks and the tops of my thighs were on fire, burning, and as the cold night stroked over them they sizzled and stung.“Look at me,” he said.
You can pick up a copy of That Filthy Book from all good retailers in ebook and print and check out the 5* reviews on Amazon. And if you enjoy Pinterest, check out Karen and Jacob's filthy board!

Hot Summer Romance Hop

Welcome to the Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop. It's great to see you here and I hope you're having a great time, keep reading to find out about grand prizes and my giveaway, and while you're here lets have ponder on the external benefits of reading erotic romance - in other words not just the pleasure of immersing oneself in fantasy with big, hot, raring-to-go hunks, but whether or not it improves individual's sex lives and spices up bedroom time. 




Certainly I believe introducing eroticism into the bedroom in the form of literature can only be beneficial, it gets you in the mood, gives you ideas and heightens the awareness of all things sexy - including your partner who, lets face it, can occasionally be neglected.
I say this because I did a secret bit of research recently on a friend who was an unwitting guinea pig - still is. She loves her man very much, they have been together for years, but she was finding that when it came to playing 'hide the sausage' it just wasn't happening for her, she wasn't up for it, the desire just not there - luckily she likes to talk, a lot, especially after a glass of wine.



In a totally separate conversation, we went on to chat about what books we were reading. At this point I confessed that I'd just re-read The Story of O. She however told me she was reading some awful zombie story. It was all horror, gore and suspense. I say awful because to me that sort of story is awful, and certainly not my choice of bed-time reading. No, I like to snuggle down with heart-stoppingly gorgeous men and wonderfully romantic and sexy tales spinning around my head, not blood and guts spilling out all over the place and wondering what every bump and bang in the house is at night - but that's just me.


Anyway, being a bit bossy, which I'm afraid I am, I told her that her reading material may well be the root of her libido problem. At which point she topped up our wine and said, "Go on." I pointed out that it was logical, if you're stressed and wound up as you go to sleep, wondering if that zombie is going to come and get you (doesn't help that she lives in a creepy old farmhouse that dates back two hundred years) then how are you going to feel in the mood for a bit of fun. For her this was like a revelation, for me it was common sense (told you I'm bossy!!!).
I set her a challenge to just read books I recommended for the next month to see if she would feel able to make the switch from fleecy pyjamas to satin nightie!


All the time I was being very scientific- well, no, not really but there you go - and I started off with gentle romances with a bit of action and when she said how much she enjoyed them I upped the heat level. Giving her stories with much more graphic sex scenes and a sprinkle of kink.
Before long she was texting me to say how much she was enjoying the books, she was neglecting her day time chores to read and getting through my paperback collection at a rate of knots.
Time to ply her with wine again...



Sure enough, she was soon telling me about the naughtiness her and hubby had been up to the night before, not loads of details but enough to make her blush and for me to know that my experiment had been a success. "I'm going to have to get a Kindle," she said. "So people can't see the covers of what I'm reading!" 
So in conclusion I would say that yes, reading erotic novels of any heat level can increase your sex-drive. And one of the most poignant things my friend said was that as she was reading all of these books, thinking about the dashing heroes and the sex and emotions, when actually, she had a hero of her own, lying right next to her, she just had to grab what was hers and make herself the star of her own erotic novel!!




Do share your thoughts, I would love to know if anyone else has done any serious studies on this matter!
Lily x
Oh, and talking of married couples, check out my co-author with Natalie Dae called That Filthy Book. All about a relationship that finds itself on a steep learning curve as the couple rediscover the joys of how they used to be...and more!


Check out the 5* reviews for That Filthy Book and if you fancy winning a copy just leave me a comment and your email address and I will pick a winner at random at the end of the hop.

Don't forget about the grand prizes too - A Kindle Fire AND a $50 Amazon giftcard.

Lily x


BACK TO THE HOP

Coming Soon - The Sexy as Hell Trilogy by Harlem Dae

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Congrats to Xcite!

Huge congratulations to one of my publishers, Xcite who have won the IPG Specialist publisher of the year!

I have three stories available from them, two in anthologies and one novella.

First Chapter of High-Sticked FREE

Read the full first chapter of the latest Hot Ice novel, High-Sticked for FREE at Renee Bagby's First Chapter Blog


Great new review from The Jeep Diva!
High-Sticked by Lily Harlem was sexy and sultry as life for Matthew and Todd played out on and off the ice rink. Todd Carty, forward for the Rangers ice hockey team finally decided to take the bull by the horns and admitted to himself that he is not only gay, but has fallen for photographer Matthew Foster. Matthew Foster was out and proud with a circle of wonderful friends that formed his family.

Life was not easy as the two began to bond after meeting on an Armani shoot in which the hockey phenomenon was the star. Todd decided that if he was going to be in a relationship with Matthew then it would not be a dirty little secret. Unfortunately being a professional athlete in a world of macho men brought its own set of conflicts and mountains to climb.

As always Ms. Harlem produced a sexy and loving tale as the two men grew closer together. Sexual intercourse was not the center of the story as Todd and Matthew found sensuality in their shared existence.  But have no fear, when they finally came together the sex was explosive.

Ms. Harlem delivered passion and grace as she wrote of their caresses and exploration. The slow build-up of a new relationship was meaningfully delivered as the author traveled the line of friendship to love.

The secondary characters added substance and depth to the story as each had a vested interest in the happiness of Todd and Matthew. High-Sticked was a wonderful addition to the Hot Ice series and should not be missed.

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Sexy as Hell by Harlem Dae - Release Date!

The moment we've all be waiting for is just around the corner. After months of hard work, the Sexy as Hell Trilogy, written by myself and Natalie Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae has a release date - 25th of July. What's more the first book in this series (best read in order) The Virgin, is going to be FREE for the first five days.

Here is a little information about these steamy BDSM novels, if you want to know more about the individual stories then head on over to the Harlem Dae website.

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.