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Theme Tune!

Recently I was asked if music played a part in my writing, in particular if my latest release Breathe You In had a soundtrack. The answer was a big YES, and most definitely one song was with me the entire time I was writing this story...
With Or Without You by U2



Breathe You In had been lurking in my mind for years. Before I became an author of erotic romance I worked in London as a nurse. As part of a post graduation course I got to spend time observing cardiac surgery, which, looking back, was when this story was born. Because it wasn’t just the surgeries that fascinated me but also caring for these patients after life-saving and life-changing operations.
Seeing a chest wide open, a heart beating, being repaired or even transplanted held something magical for me, so much more so than a hip replacement or a bowel operation. I remember chatting to a woman in the post-op ward about her operation and she was completely fascinated that I’d observed her surgery and actually seen her heart. In fact, she called me over to speak to her husband about it when he visited that evening. He looked at me as though I’d told him I’d seen a fairy at the bottom of the garden. I’ll never forget that look on his face.


Why? Because the heart is the foundation for our lives, not just the chemical, electrical and engineering qualities it possesses, but also the way we refer to it when we love someone. It’s more than that even, we say it breaks when someone leaves us, pines for a lover we are separated from or beats more quickly when we’re held, kissed, made love to.
The heart is an organ referred to more than any other in our day-to-day lives. When I started outlining the plot of Breathe You In it was these thoughts that kept playing with the threads of the storyline. I became fascinated by the thought of a girl obsessing over the recipient of her dead husband’s heart. She wanted to see him, to know where the heart that loved her so much was when she went to sleep at night. It’s the one piece of him that she cannot stop thinking about. I guess that’s where that haunting U2 song, With Or Without You comes into play. The words, not being able to live with someone or without them worked for the situation my heroine found herself in. She’s torn up with grief but also fascinated to find the one part of her husband that is still alive, still breathing, beating. I even managed to add the songs references to thorns into her thoughts at the end of the first chapter.
In the UK donor families and recipients can communicate and even meet, but it has to be mutually agreed and coordinated through a liaison officer and can take years. In my story, Katie, can’t wait, she has to see the recipient  but that’s it, just see him from a distance, and she hires a private detective to seek him out. But when Ruben Strong turns out to be not only fit and healthy but gorgeous and charming things start to get complicated, not least because she doesn’t tell him what he has inside of his chest used to belong to her husband.


It was this complex tangle of emotions that, for me as a writer, were so much fun to play with, and satisfying too, because I didn’t want this to be a sad story, I wanted it to be about overcoming tragedy, trauma, getting out of the lowest point of your life and finding love and happiness, passion and laughter once more. It’s an emotional tale that is fun and sexy too, my very favorite sort to read and write, and I even managed to get the song With Or Without You into the novel because U2 (like me) were her husband’s favourite band and that leant itself to a mention.
One other song features in the book, The Police, Every Breath You take. That worked so well for my hero and heroine’s first dance, in fact my beta reader wrote a comment when checking through the manuscript that she was crying with joy at that point and had to walk away and compose herself before she could carry on reading – which I took as a compliment!





Reviews so far are very positive, much to my delight, and out of my 30 novels and short novels that I’ve published, this one is certainly a story that tugged my heartstrings when writing it – pun intended.

Thanks so much for reading about the special songs which inspired several scenes within this story and have a wonderful day.
Blurb

Soul-aching desire was just the beginning!
If the road to Heaven starts in Hell then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.
I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even as our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy as one. Because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.
Emotions tangled with bliss, and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.



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Surrender to Me by Ella Jade

Please extend a warm welcome to author Ella Jade to my blog today. Take it away Ella...

Thanks, Lily. I’m pleased to announce the release of Surrender to Me, the sequel to Make Me Stay.



What happens when a Dominant falls for his not-so-submissive attorney?
Martin Abrams, owner of Master M's BDSM club, has become unfulfilled with his lifestyle. Ever since his sub, Gracie, left to marry her true love, Martin has lost his way. Living the life of the head Dominant in his circle isn't as appealing as it once was. Something seems to be missing.
Sassy lawyer Arianna Covington relocates to New York City after a humiliating divorce. She's looking for a fresh start when she agrees to become Martin's exclusive attorney. She's intrigued by his domineering personality and wants to know why women kneel at his feet.
Their attraction is undeniable despite Ari's initial beliefs that she will never submit to Martin's desires. But Martin is up for the challenge. Arianna is more than he ever imagined in a woman. He vows to claim her heart, with or without the games. Who will surrender first?
Featuring Cade and Gracie from Make Me Stay.
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Check out the hot and sexy trailer for a peek into the plot.




Excerpt

“All the subs act that way around you?” Arianna asked.“It’s the only way they know. It’s what’s expected of them.”“I don’t understand how any woman would bow down like that. It’s not normal.”“Maybe not for you.” Martin understood Arianna’s position. Most who didn’t participate in a Dominant and submissive relationship didn’t get it.“It’s degrading. She can’t use the phone. She’s a grown woman.”“Arianna, this is a lifestyle you can’t possibly comprehend because you know nothing about it. A submissive gets just as much as he or she gives. The arrangement they enter into with a Dom is consensual. Roxy is not forced into being here. Her Dom respects and cares for her. She has a very good life.”“He punishes her.”“When she disobeys. It’s in her contract.”“A contract that can’t possibly be enforced in court.”“Spoken like a true lawyer.” He finished his scotch. “The contract is to protect them both. It lists what is expected of a sub and what the Dominant’s responsibilities are. They outline hard and soft limits. We create a safe, sane, and consensual environment, and that contract maintains trust between the two parties. As long as it is upheld between the parties involved that’s all that matters.”“To each his own, I suppose.” She shrugged. “I’m your real estate attorney. What you do here is none of my business.”Then why are you here, kitten?“I’m very open, Arianna. If you have questions, I’ll be happy to answer them. People should be educated in my lifestyle. It isn’t as uncommon or bizarre as you may think.” He reached for her hand. “I hope you won’t judge me without getting to know me.”“Um, no.” She looked down at their joined hands. He liked the way her cheeks turned colors when he flustered her. “Of course not. This whole environment is different. It’s going to take some getting used to.”“I understand.” He ran his thumb over the soft skin of her hand. “If you’d prefer not to meet here anymore—”“It’s not a problem.”“Very well.” He smiled because as he suspected she wanted to be there. “Will you join me for dinner?”Martin couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked a woman to have dinner with him. He usually just summoned a sub when he was in the mood for company. Gracie was the last woman he’d spent any time with at all. Perhaps it was time to explore his options. Obviously, Arianna would be different than the women he dealt with, but he liked the change. When Gracie left him for Cade everything changed. He hadn’t been interested in another sub. As a matter of fact, he hadn’t been interested in another woman until now.“I’d love to join you for dinner, Mr. Abrams.”“I’d like you to call me Martin.” Allowing people to use his name wasn’t a privilege he granted often, but everything was different with her. He stood from the bar and picked up her briefcase. “I hope you like Italian. I ordered enough for six people. I wasn’t sure what you would want.”“Italian is fine.” She took his extended hand and walked to the back of the club with him. “Why didn’t you just wait and ask what I would want?”“I’m not used to asking.” He motioned for her to take a seat in the huge u-shaped booth that overlooked the Manhattan skyline.“Oh, Martin.” She giggled. He liked the way his name tumbled off her lips. “You have a lot to learn about non-submissive women.”

Surrender to Me is the sequel to Make Me Stay but both books stand alone so the reader can choose to read either one first. You may want to start with Make Me Stay to get the back story.
Both Books available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and ARE

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
You can find Ella on her blog and Facebook.

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Victoria Blisse - Rob and Lou's Wild Weekends

My good pal, Victoria Blisse, has a sultry new story out to heat you up! Take it away, Victoria...


Hi Lily, thanks for having me and my new book here. First off, a quick introduction to Rob and Lou. 
Robert Nimble is thirty-five years old, he’s tech support for a large Internet host, and loves to play computer games to relax. He’s married to Louise Nimble, who’s a child minder, and a year younger than her husband. She bakes to unwind. Taking the old adage that stressed is desserts spelt backwards to heart. 
Robert and Louise are more often known by the shortenings of their names—Rob and Lou. They’ve been married for ten years and have two children: Connor, who is six, and Elizabeth, who’s four.  They live in a terraced house in a suburban outskirt of Manchester. As a family, they enjoy their yearly week-long holiday to Scarborough, and visits to the cinema to watch films that the kids and adults giggle at in equal measure.  In the school holidays, they’ll often be found in museums and parks, enjoying the culture and the beauty of Britain. 
They’re a smiley family, although Rob can get grumpy when his tech genius isn’t taken seriously enough, and Lou may have the patience of a saint with children, but more than two hours with her in-laws has her pulling out her hair. The children are mostly well-behaved, with an inclination to the curious, and the mischief that goes hand in hand with that. If they do run into the back of your legs, or scare you with their latest pet insect, they will apologise politely and you’re likely to instantly forgive them. 
This book is not about the day-to-day life of this family, but those weekends and rare occasions that Lou and Rob get some time to themselves to indulge their sensual natures. Rob enjoys seeing his darling wife in very little clothing, and likes to indulge in intricate and imaginative role plays. Lou enjoys a bit of spanking, some domination, and bondage. She wouldn’t say she was into BDSM, per se; she just likes to dip a toe in the shallow end of that particularly pervy pond.  They both like to flirt with erotic danger, playing about in public places in hopes of possibly being caught. 
Rob and Lou’s Wild Weekends are just that, so hold on and enjoy the ride. 


Blurb:
Hold on tight, it’s going to get wild! Rob and Lou could pass you in the streets and you’d likely not notice them. They’re in their thirties, have a family and jobs to hold down and they do it with smiles on their faces. But occasionally they get a little time off and that’s when things get seriously sexy.Light-hearted and fun, this mini-anthology features episodes from this couple’s wild weekends. Making the most of the mud, finding the erotic nature of an apron and even having a sexy visit to a fish and chip shop. Rob and Lou make the mundane much more pleasurable so join them on their kinky ride.Includes a bonus short story Damsel in Distress and excerpts from other ebooks by the award winning queen of rosy, raunchy and rubenesque erotic romance, Victoria Blisse.
Buy links and more info on the Victoria Blisse website:  
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Smashwords: Amazon.co.uk  Amazon.comAll Romance Ebooks 
Hot Excerpt
Rob and Lou’s Domestic Discipline
It was only a small parcel in a typical brown padded envelope. It wasn’t expected, which is why I spent so long looking it over. The return address didn’t ring a bell, and I really couldn’t imagine what it could be so, finally, I opened it. I grinned to myself as I did. My husband Rob would have laughed at me, spending so long looking at the wrapping and wondering. He doesn’t get why I like to eke out the anticipation in moments like this. Inside was a square of white with a lacy frill all around it. When I opened it up, I found ties –it was a pinny. Inside the parcel was a sealed envelope. I opened it to find a card covered in small red love hearts. Wear this tonight and only this xxxPS Kids are going to my mum’s for tea tonight, so don’t worry. I recognised my husband’s handwriting immediately and chuckled when I remembered a conversation we’d held in a restaurant once about pinnies and their attractiveness. Well, Rob had been staring at this red-headed waitress (he loves auburn hair) with cute curves and pouty lips, and I had to pull him up on it.“No, Lou, No.” He shook his head. “I am helplessly addicted to pinnies. I can’t help it.” “Pinnies?” I lifted one brow and pinched his thigh under the table. “You’re turned on by tiny little aprons?”“Yes.” He nodded solemnly.  “It’s a terrible affliction.” “What’s your favourite kind?”“White ones with lacy bits,” he replied, licking his lips salaciously. That night, I whispered dirty sweet nothings in his ear while we fucked in the comfort of our hotel room bed. I told a story where I was a simple girl, waiting on tables in a quaint old tea shop, wearing a little lacy pinny. I giggled. He chuckled, but as my tale got hotter, the noises we made became strangled and lust-filled. “You watch me until the end of my shift,” I whispered, hunched over him, my soft thighs stretched around his waist as his hard erection filled me. I moved gently up and down and continued the tale. “Then follow me outside into the alley. Before I can cry out, you clamp your hand over my mouth and push me roughly against the wall. I struggle helplessly but you hold me down and whisper about knowing I want it. How I’d teased you and how I would get what I’d been asking for.” I still remember how he gripped my hips tightly when I rode him. I continued my story through groans of pleasure.“You spin me around, press me into the harsh brick of the wall, and pull up my skirt. Grabbing hold of my prim pinny, you fuck me. I’m soaking wet, so you slide right in. You fuck me there in an alley, the girl you just met, the girl you hardly know.” My words turned into unintelligible mumblings at the point where ecstasy took over. And ever since our holiday, with the visit to that restaurant and the evening’s tale of indecency in an apron, we’ve found a mutual fondness for the uniform of waiting staff and hotel workers alike. So, if Rob wanted me naked in nothing but a pinny for Valentine’s, that’s what he could have. 
Thanks for reading,
Victoria

Oh Get A Grip!

The lovely folk at Oh Get A Grip have invited me over to play, not just for one date, but on a permanent basis. So now, twice a month you'll find me lurking there nattering about some hot topic or another. I hope you can stop by and say hi!



Inspired by the Oh Get A Grip banner I have decided that everyone is at it, so I might as well join in the fun!






My first post is about things I'll miss...

Sunday Snog - Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse

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.



Snog

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 —’‘You kissed me.’‘Semantics, you were into it as much as I was.’ I folded my arms, tapped my foot on the floor.

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Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWrWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, this week 8 from my Clandestine Classic Tarzan of the Apes.

Seeing her distress, and understanding that she was trying to release her hair the way he had seen her do in the cabin the first night he had smelt her, Tarzan approached with arms extended, keen to help his woman in any way he could.Once up close he towered over her. Jane stilled, her nose barely above his small dark nipples and almost touching the scribble of hair at his sternum. She breathed deep, taking in the raw scent of the forest laced with the sweetness of fruit. Tarzan smelt like a man, a man unadulterated with perfumes and soap, things he knew not of.Although his fingers were large, Tarzan proved adept at seeking out the small pins in Jane’s hair. For he had on occasion pulled splinters from himself and Kala, using a similar search, nip and withdraw technique. With painstaking concentration he weaved his fingers into the silken strands, tugging gently on the roots at her scalp as he pulled the intriguing hooks of metal from the delicate resistance of her hair, his face was a picture of attentiveness as he set to his task, his breaths shallow, his large limbs held stiff.

Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Lily Harlem is available in print and ebook from all good retailers. You can find out more about Clandestine Classics on the publisher's website and more about Tarzan on mine.

Saturday Spankings

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, a weekly meme that loves a bit of slap and tickle! This week a treat from Slap Shot, the third novel in my Hot Ice series, and fresh into paperback this month - though of course it's still available as ebook. Slap Shot is about the captain of the Vipers hockey team, Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis, and the title is derived from his sexy spanking kink that Dana finds out all about after she gives him a private pole dance on his birthday.

Oh, I didn’t need much more, it was so fantastic, his fingers were so damn clever. And the pole, the cool pole was just right against my clit.
“I want to make you red,” he breathed into my ear.
His words washed over me, a blur amongst the cacophony of other sensations.
“I want to make your ass all pretty and red and then fuck you from behind,” he murmured. “So I can watch your glowing skin tremble for me. Tremble while I fuck you. Fuck you really hard.”
I heard those words loud and clear and Oh. My. God.





Available from
Ellora's Cave  Amazon US  Amazon UK  ARe and all other good ebook retailers. (Oh, and book #5 High-Sticked has just been given a release date, 21st June!)

Rajasthani Moon by Lisabet Sarai

Blurb
Neither kink nor curse can stop a woman with a mission.
Cecily Harrowsmith, secret agent extraordinaire, is a woman on a mission. When the remote Indian kingdom of Rajasthan refused to remit its taxes to the Empire, Her Majesty imposed an embargo. Deprived of the energy-rich mineral viridium, essential for modern technology and development, Rajasthan was expected to quickly give in and resume its payments. Yet after three years, the rebellious principality still has not knuckled under. Cecily undertakes the difficult journey to that rugged, arid land in order to determine just how it has managed to survive, and if possible to convince the country to return to the Empire’s embrace. Instead, she’s taken captive by a brigand, who turns out to be the ruler’s half-brother Pratan, and delivered into the hands of the sexy but sadistic Rajah Amir, who expertly mingles torture and delight in his interrogation of the voluptuous interloper. 
Cursed before birth by Amir’s jealous mother, Pratan changes to a ravening wolf whenever the moon is full. Cecily uncovers the counter-spell that can reverse the effects of the former queen’s hex and tries to trade that information for her freedom. Drawn to the fierce wolf-man and sympathising with his suffering, she volunteers to serve as the sacrifice required by the ritual—offering her body to the beast. In return, the Rajah reveal Rajasthan’s amazing secret source of energy. In the face of almost impossible odds, Cecily has accomplished the task entrusted to her by the Empire. But can she really bear to leave the virile half-brothers and their colourful land behind and return to the constraints of her life in England?
Buy Links
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Excerpt
Pratan lifted her off the horse. She cringed at the nasty slurping sound as her pussy and rear hole released the twin dildos. Both orifices felt loose and raw. Her shoulders and thighs ached from the strain of fighting off orgasms. 
Cradling her in his arms, the bandit carried her to a low divan near one wall and laid her gently on the silken cushions. Despite the soft fabric, the stripes on her back flared into fresh anguish.
“Thank you.” Her voice was hoarse and strange to her ears. “I don’t think I could have borne any more.”
“What makes you think we’re finished?” he asked with a devilish grin. Nevertheless his touch was tender as he brushed her tangled hair off her forehead. Kneeling beside the couch, he turned her face to his. 
Those eyes again. The eyes of a madman—a beast—a god. She wanted to look away, but his gaze held her fast, searching her mind, or so it seemed. An awful temptation seized her. She would tell him everything—about the parchment, about her mission… Perhaps then he would be merciful and let her rest.
Before she could act on the impulse, though, he leaned in to claim a kiss. Automatically, despite her sore muscles, she reached up to encircle him with her arms. His firm lips sealed hers, capturing her moans of new pleasure. Her battered cunny wept with new need. As he plundered her mouth like the brigand he was, Cecily could do nothing but surrender.
He tasted of spices, the remnants of their lavish repast. Hot musk rose from his sweat-slicked skin. She felt his knotted muscles bunch and twist under her fingers as he straddled her prone form, their mouths still locked. His rigid member prodded her pubis. Despite her exhaustion and pain, she wanted him. Arching her back, she struggled to align her cleft with his teasing cock. Her stretched quim had never felt so empty. 
Pratan broke the kiss, chuckling. Now he gripped her wrists in his huge hands, trapping her against the upholstery. “I thought you’d had enough!”
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Find out more about Lisabet and her wonderfully sexy stories on her blog Beyond Romance and check out her Excerpt Tour to celebrate Rajasthani Moon.

High-Sticked Release Date

For followers of my HOT ICE series the next novel, HIGH-STICKED, has a release date of 21st June 2013!
High-Sticked is the only m/m in the series, and, like the others, can be enjoyed as a stand-alone read, the previous books don't need to be read to follow this one. Though if you do indulge in some menage a trois action in Teamwork, you'll have already met one of the heroes, Todd 'Pretty' Carty.
BLURB
Dating Todd “Pretty” Carty was a trailblazing, headline-grabbing ride that shocked and divided a team, a sport and a nation. While controversy ruled, our feelings exploded and we couldn’t deny the desire that sizzled between us. Nothing, however, was easy outside the bedroom. Not when my world-class, fearless athlete wanted to shout from Everest that he was in love with another man.
But laying my heart on the line and having my picture dominating the papers was worth it. Everything about Todd turned me on. His bold hockey skills, his courageous attitude and the way he melted in my arms when I kissed him. I melted too, because he knew how to press my buttons, remind me of the man I used to be and take me to those places where ecstasy ruled.
The world might have trouble accepting us, but we’d committed to each other, mind, body and soul, and nothing could change that.

Anatomy of a love scene according to Alyssa Turner

Please welcome the very lovely Alyssa Turner to my blog today, chatting about love scenes and her new book Polished...


Thanks Lily,
First and foremost, you need an interesting pair...or trio as is the case with  Polished .   The characters need individual relevance to their specific desires.  You need to know what turns them on and why.  I think, everyone knows that the most potent sexual organ is the mind.  I want to get inside my character’s heads.  I need to do that before I let the reader see what’s going on in their pants.  No rush jobs...a good love scene is about the set up, the build, the extra information that lets the reader feel the swirl of emotion and makes them tingling with anticipation. 
The next key ingredient is context.  Ah, you thought I was going to say love, or passion!  No. The next limb on the tree touches on the unique situation that brought them together.  You see, for me the passion, the need, is not enough.  I want a tantalizing reason for their paring, a sexy as hell circumstance that I can visualize and savor.  Maybe it’s a serendipitous accident that’s brought them together.  Or maybe it’s a carefully orchestrated power play that has them itching for release.  There must be a compelling, and even more importantly, alluring reason for the sex.  Without that, it’s nothing special.
Now, let’s talk about the emotions.  Good sex is emotional.  Whether it’s lustful or loving, it damn well better be invested with emotion.  Even anger is an emotion.  Hmm, I’ve never written angry sex into a scene of one of my books...put that on the bucket list.  Mostly, I like to tap into a feeling of longing.  When the moment arrives for the most important love scene, I want my characters to be dying for it.  I want the reader to be dying for it, too. 
Polished  takes us through the emotional journey of three people who longed for something they didn’t know they couldn’t live without.  In my book, that’s a recipe for the hottest sex you can imagine.
Thank you, Lily, for giving me the floor here on your blog.  I so enjoy your writing; what an honor to be your guest!  Here’s a little taste of Polished for you and your readers.
Excerpt:
“Bad girl.” The belt snapped against her skin and she let out a sharp cry. “That’s for not being in the kitchen waiting for me like I told you to be.”
Spencer wriggled against his bindings and the pots clamored above him.
Jack locked eyes with him. “You’re OK, aren’t you, Ror?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You ready for another?”
She lifted her head and looked at Spencer. “Yes, sir.”
The leather cracked against her pale, naked bottom again and he watched her fingers curl into fists, her arms stretched out in front of her.
“You shouldn’t have cleaned away all of your juices.” He rubbed the spot where he’d just spanked in slow circles. Rory’s hips began to sway with his strokes. “Now I have to get that pussy all wet again.”
Rory whimpered, but it wasn’t from pain. Spencer knew the sound of that whimper. He’d give his left arm to dip his hand into that pool he was sure she had gathering between her legs.
“Do you think I can do that, Rory?” Jack was saying, rubbing her pink cheek in wider circles now, swiping low and closer to her cunt. “How about you, Spencer? Do you think I can make your girlfriend’s pussy cream for me?”
Spencer nodded, felt his head bob up and down like an eager little boy. He didn’t think it was possible, but his cock swelled even more.
“Think I’ll check, just to be sure.” Rory let out a ragged moan and Spencer knew Jack’s fingers were inside her. “Yes, that’s better.”
He let go of her then, but when she fussed with her dress he shook his head. This time it was all she needed and she stopped trying to pull it down.
“Spencer, your girlfriend is such a bad girl. What am I going to do with her?” Jack said. He pressed her forward again and his fingers returned to a steady pace in her cunt. Spencer could only smile at him with a playful shrug.
“You, on the other hand, have been on your best behavior all night and I think you deserve a reward.” Leaving Rory for just a moment, Jack turned to the bags holding their to-go containers of chocolate cake and grabbed a fork. He helped Rory climb back onto the counter and handed them to her. “Feed him.”
She kneeled on the counter and Spencer turned toward her with an open mouth. She placed a forkful of cake on his tongue. It was rich and decadent. And then he felt a hand, strong and sure, take hold of his cock.
He couldn’t look, couldn’t register the sensation of the man in front of him stroking his shaft. So Spencer closed his eyes and opened his mouth, accepting another shaky mouthful from Rory. WhenSpencer opened his eyes again, it was only to find hers fixated on Jack’s hand and the way it shuttled up and down the length of his cock.
Rory pressed her forehead to Spencer’s. “Oh sweetie, that is so goddamn sexy.”
He felt his nuts coiling already and he closed his eyes again, gritting his teeth against the onslaught of sensations whirling in his body. He pumped his hips into Jack’s fist and suddenly there was more.
Warm soft velvet passed along the underside of his shaft. He forced his eyes open, needing to confirm what his body already knew.
Jack’s cock pressed against his, held in place by his thumb while his fingers wrapped the top of Spencer’s shaft. The sight sent a bolt of lightning through him—just like he feared, just like he craved.Jack placed his hand on Spencer’s neck, thrusting his hips forward as he did so. He grunted at him. “Look at me.”
Spencer raised his head, tearing his eyes away from the sight of both their cocks sliding in Jack’s hand. The way Spencer’s breaths passed through his clenched teeth in short puffs made him feel like a steam engine ready to blow. His eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Jack, and Jack stared back with the same intensity. And that was what did it. He came like a bullet, shooting hot streams into the air and all over Jack’s dress shirt and his own. He also soaked Jack’s cock, which was still purple and gleaming with his own arousal.
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Blurb:
It seemed like they had everything, but they didn’t have Jack.
Without question Spencer Hartley burns hot for his girlfriend, Rory, but his other desires are hidden down deep. He might blow things up for a living and climb mountains for kicks, but the scariest thing in his life is the truth about his sexuality.
Jack Rothman works hard and plays dirty. After long, demanding days in his family's engineering firm, he indulges in the pleasures of silk restraints and fine wine. Lots of hot meaningless sex helps him forget that he's suffocating, with no one to give him a reason to breathe.
When a catastrophic accident traps Spencer in a flooded subway tunnel with Jack, they need each other to survive. But something strong stirs down there in the darkness, and it's more than their desperation to live. There's a spark between them that's impossible to ignore.
Rory Campbell would love to give Spencer the one thing he doesn't have, the freedom to explore his secret desires. But how does that fit into her picture-perfect relationship? When Jack invites the couple to his sprawling Hamptons beach house, Rory realizes that she has secret desires of her own--the kind only Jack's Dominant hand across her bare bottom can satisfy...
Bio:
If you asked her, she’d say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls.  That’s how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters.  Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up. She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women’s Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel.  With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt and no two stories are the same. For Alyssa, it’s much more fun to try something new.   Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog.  http://alyssaturnerwrites.blogspot.com


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