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Coming Together with Curves - A Charity Anthology.

Rubenesque Erotica
Curvy girls and the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.
Sales proceeds benefit Parkinson’s UK.
Contents: Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter), Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem), Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick), Captivated (Elizabeth Lapthorne), Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse), Girl Next Door (Bella Blake), Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden), The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde), The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse), Riding School (Bella Blake), Flesh For Fantasy (Lexie Bay)


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Slap Shot - now available in print!

The third book in my HOT ICE series is now available in print as well as ebook from Ellora's Cave and Amazon.
Blurb
They say a leopard can't change its spots. They're wrong, because I did! Now I'm successful and independent and busy heading up my own company. I don't have time for the complication of a man in my bed - not yet. That plan is years down the line.
Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me, my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It's all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction. 
Trouble is, best laid plans never run smoothly and before I know it, I'm working a pole again and running for my life. Just as well Rick "Ramrod" Lewis lives up to his reputation and his name - big, bad and fortunately playing to win!

REVIEWS
"SLAP SHOT, the third book in the HOT ICE series, is surprisingly suspenseful, but just as sexy as Lily Harlem's previous two books. If you are looking for a great steamy story featuring an ex-bad girl heroine and a celebrity hero you can't help but love, then you will definitely want to get this book!"
"This entire series would make a great addition to anyone’s reading shelf."
"The author did a great job engaging the reader. I had a very hard time putting it down and read it very quickly."
"Ms. Harlem never fails to instil vividly intense sex scenes into her stories and this one is no exception with an incredibly heated spin to an unplanned pole dancing session."
"Wonderful book to put your feet up with and relax for the day."
"An excellent read that I didn't want to put down, Slap Shot is yet another fabulous book from Lily Harlem. Her 1st person is intimate, fresh, and enjoyable. Very highly recommended."

"Slap Shot is another winner by Lily Harlem. The charismatic characters she creates will sweep readers into a charming, hot romance that won't let go. The third book in the Hot Ice series thrills and excites. The conflict, inner and outer, keeps the tension high as the pages turn. I have enjoyed this book and I'll tell you, if you love contemporary romance with a lot of hot sex and an all around wonderful story, then get yourself a copy of Slap Shot. Go on, enjoy this!"
"This was a fast paced, sexy story with a male lead that will make everyone want a big bad hockey player to protect them at night."
More about HOT ICE and some seriously sexy pictures!

Sunday Snog - That Filthy Book

Sunday Snog time again, this week a snippet from That Filthy Book - be warned, though, it's steamy and it sets the stage for married couple Karen and Jacob exploring many dark and edgy fantasies.


As though my inhibitions had become as transparent as the window I was pressed against, I suddenly found it easy to let loose these new words. This was Jacob—I could say anything and it would be okay.I took a deep breath; surprised by how husky my voice sounded when I started to speak. “Your cock is like a steel rod fucking against my clit. But I want more. I want you to ram it anywhere you want. Take me and do whatever you want with my body, Jacob. I’m yours. What I want doesn’t matter—this is all about you and sating your needs.”He grunted, and, although he kept one hand tight on my arse, he slid the other upwards and tangled it in my hair, squashing it between my crown and the glass pane. He pulled me closer, my head and my arse, as if he couldn’t get near enough despite the fact that the fronts of our bodies were connected completely.“Yes, that’s it, harder, rougher,” I gasped. “Do whatever you want. I’m just a rag doll. I’m here for your pleasure. It doesn’t matter what I feel. Hurt me, overpower me, drag me to hell with your most primitive desires and fuck me into oblivion. To a place that’s so dark and hot that I won’t even remember my own name. You own my cunt, my mouth, my...my arsehole. It’s all yours. Fuck me harder, Jacob, so much harder!”“Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, easing his head back to look at my face.His eyes were wild and flashing; swirling vats of lust. It thrilled me utterly to see something so new and exciting in irises I’d stared into so many times, and knew like the back of my own hand.“I’ve got to get inside you, now,” he groaned. He bent his knees and shoved his cock deep into my cunt.I cried out at the forceful stretch of his invasion, but he silenced me with a savage kiss, his open mouth hot and wet and frantic. Against my cheek his breath was hard and fast as he pistoned his hips back and forth. Squeaks from my sweat-damp skin rubbing on the window filled my ears, and I had a fleeting mental image of what my soft, pale body must look like from the outside—my flattened arse pressed to a bloodless white with a big, hairy hand digging into the left cheek and creating dents. My pussy and the dark cleft of my anus exposed and my spine and shoulders shifting with the force of his thrusting...Gasping for air around our passionate kiss, I locked my hands at his nape. My pussy squeezed him tight, building up to a fantastic orgasm. I remembered how much I enjoyed fucking while we were standing. His rock-hard pubic bone bashed into my clit so perfectly, dragging it upwards with each sublime thrust. Why had we gone for missionary so many times over the last few years when this was so divine? What else had we forgotten that was so good?“More,” he said sharply into my mouth. “Come on, tell me more of what I should do to you, Karen.”I willed my mind to work. It was hard when I was flying high on the thrilling ride to climax, but there was a scenario in my head. Like a seedling bursting through the soil, it stretched to my mouth.Out it spilled.“Don’t say my name.” I gasped as a particularly forceful thrust had his glans stroking my G-spot. “You don’t know me. This is a dark alley. I was going home after seeing friends for the evening. A lone lady, vulnerable, heels loud on the cobbles.” I paused to heave in a breath, my lungs desperate with the effort of talking as he pounded into me with fervour.As if sensing my struggle, he slowed his hips but increased the depth of penetration. Every time he was seated to the hilt he jerked, hitting my cervix and reeling my clit into a wondrous state of building pressure.With a little less air being shunted from my lungs I carried on. My lips touched his neck, just a fraction below his ear, where he smelt masculine and raw and the texture of his skin was smooth but tough. “You saw me, walking into this alley. You were rock-hard for a fuck, so hard, but you were sick of your own hand. Tired of getting yourself off while you looked at porn. So you decided to just take me against my will. It didn’t matter that it was me, it could have been any woman, but I happened to be there, that night, when you were feeling hard and brave and desperate. So damn desperate.”“So how did it happen?” he whispered, breathily. He kissed across my cheek and nibbled the shell of my ear, the tempo of his hips a wonderful rhythm that kept my orgasm within reach but also under control. “I need to know. Tell me how we got to this stage. The me-fucking-you stage.”
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The Romance Reviews Sizzling Summer Reads

The Romance Reviews party has started and with more than 400 participating authors and publishers giving away books and with a grand prize of a $100 Gift Certificate you won't want to miss the fun!

Today my question is on the board so good luck with that and all of the others. Don't forget though, to play you have to sign up/log in to see the questions (only takes a minute to join), have fun :-)

Lily x

It's my birthday and Breathe You In is FREE!

Happy Birthday to me!

To celebrate I'm going a little topsy turvy and instead of receiving gifts (though I wouldn't mind those three hotties turning up at my doorstep!) I'm giving away my latest release, for a few days only!
Breathe You In is available on Amazon and if you do pick up this sexy romance and enjoy Ruben and Katie's unusual story, please spread the word on Facebook and Twitter and leave a review, that would be a really cool pressie for me!



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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.


And if you want to learn a little more about these characters and my inspiration for Breathe You In, check out this blog post.

(If you have recently purchased Breathe You In, leave me a comment below telling me the date, approx time (am/pm) and which Amazon you used (US,UK,De Fr etc) and once I have verified purchases an alternative freebie can be arranged - don't forget to leave your email address so I can organise this with you.)

Sunday Snog - Breathe You In - FREE!

Hello and welcome to Sunday Snog. A treat for all you Kindle readers this weekend, because as it's my birthday I'm giving away Breathe You In for FREE on Amazon!
If you do grab a copy of this sexy romance with an unusual plot then please be sweet and Facebook and Tweet the link to Breathe You In - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CEIXC2E and if you enjoy Katie and Ruben's story, kindly leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads. Thank you in advance. X


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SNOG
We fell into our hotel room. Ruben kicked the door shut and dropped the key to the floor. Next thing I knew I was up against the wall, my wrists held above me in just one of his hands. He was staring down at me, his nostrils flaring as he breathed fast.
“Tell me this is it,” he said, palming my left breast through my dress with his free hand.
“Yes, this is it,” I panted.
“You and me?”
“Yes, you and me.”
He smiled, not in his usual sweet way but in a downright predatory way. “And what do you want?”
Excitement and anticipation swirled in my belly. Between my legs I was buzzing for attention. “You, Ruben, fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
He gritted his teeth, but only briefly because then he caught my mouth in a wild kiss.
I pushed against him as he drove me harder into the wall with his body. There was nothing weak about him. He had me held tight with his chest, belly and legs all taut with muscle and his lust as powerful as any force I’d ever known.
I matched him kiss for kiss, looped my right leg around one of his. Tried to move my arms but couldn’t.
“Like this,” he said, suddenly releasing me and spinning me to face the long mirror next to us. “Bend over. Put your arms out.”
I stooped and pressed my palms onto the cool surface. He yanked my short dress up to my waist and tugged my knickers off. Cool air washed over my bum and legs.
His movements were swift, precise, and within seconds his cock was nudging at my pussy from behind.
Spreading my legs to make his entry easier, I watched in the mirror as he concentrated on his task, his hair flopping forward and his tie hanging loose, tapping against the small of my back.
But he didn’t penetrate me with his cock. Instead, he plunged two fingers into my pussy.
I shunted forward and gasped, the filling as sweet as it was intense.
“So wet for me,” he said, withdrawing and pushing back in, just teasing my G-spot the way he was so damn expert at. “You’re perfect for me.”
I forced myself to continue watching his reflection. He was tall and wide looming behind me, and still wearing his suit it seemed extra sexy, extra forbidden that we’d sneaked away from the celebrations to satisfy our sudden carnal urges.


Blurb for Breathe You In


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.

Weekend Writing Warriors #WeWrWa #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week a snippet from Breathe You In, a super-sexy romance set in England and FREE on Amazon 2nd-9th June (EST). These 8 lines are taken from very early on in the book when the hero Ruben and our heroine Katie have just met in the museum where Ruben works, in fact she's bumped right into him...

I snapped my hand away. Had I felt the thud of a heart beating beneath my palm? Panic raced through my body, starting in my fingers and shooting up my arm. It went into my lungs and belly, weakening my knees and softening my spine.It was him, I knew it was. How many Rubens could possibly work here? Not only that, I’d touched him, hell, he was still touching me. This wasn’t my plan, not at all. Gasping, I moved back, still staring at his badge, at his chest. Beneath that neat white shirt, his skin and bones, was Matt—Matt’s heart and lungs. Beating. Inflating. The heart that had loved me so much.


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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.

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #free

Welcome Saturday Spankings Blog Hoppers. This week another little treat from Enchanted Submission... a follow on from a previous Sat Spank. This book is actually FREE on iTunes right now so go grab a copy, quick, run, it's only free until midnight on the 9th of June!




Rapunzel raised moist lids and, through her elevated arms, examined her own flesh. Sure enough, shining white from the large red disk was the image of his crown and rose. She'd been branded, marked, like livestock or a horse. Beast had made her his, for now at least.She wondered how many other women he'd labelled this way, but as soon as the thought entered her mind she squished it down; she didn't like to think of Belle having this mark, or anyone else come to that. She wanted it, only her, forever; she felt she'd earned it with him, that somehow it was her right. "Again," she heard herself saying. "Please, the other side, hit me again."


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Also FREE 2nd-9th June on Amazon  Breathe You In



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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Joy Ride, coming soon from Ellora's Cave and part of their new Spice Rack series - it's all about your preferred heat level, and I like mine hot and spicy!

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow - a NEW Clandestine Classic!

What Exactly Makes a Classic Clandestine? - Guest post by Morticia Knight... take it away Morticia...



Thanks, Lily! I’m so happy be visiting a fellow Clandestine author! Oh, I don’t just mean that the things we write about are considered hush-hush in some crowds, I mean we have stories released through the Clandestine Classic line at Total-E-Bound Publishing.  Lily has Tarzan of the Apes *fans self*, and my new release for the line is The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. What is this you ask? Isn’t that the story I read as a kid about some dorky skinny guy, and a headless horseman that lobbed a pumpkin at his head? What’s so erotic about that?
Oh my dears, quite a lot. For those of you truly familiar with the original tale, there were a lot of hints in Irving’s story about much in the way of both hanky and panky. And while Ichabod might not have sounded like the studliest thing around, in my tale he proves to be more than worthy, as his nose isn’t the only overly large appendage that he sports!
What was fun about writing this classic was the challenge. In order to remain true to the Clandestine Classic line, the authors are not allowed to change any word of the original classic – we can only add. In addition, we need to write in the original author’s voice so that the sections flow together seamlessly, and the reader isn’t jolted out of the story. It was intense, but a lot of fun at the same time. It helps that Irving doesn’t take himself too seriously, so I was able to unleash my inner wench and have a jolly good time!
I shall warn you dear readers – there is a lot of lusty frolicking in this one. It is an MMF – and more – with some BDSM elements. These are bawdy people who enjoy a good tumble with one, two and sometimes more at a time. Here’s a little taste with an excerpt that combines Irving with my additions. 
Excerpt from The Legend of Sleepy HollowBy Washington Irving & Morticia Knight
True to his word, Ichabod swived the lass until just before the telling of the dawn, leaving her sore and well-used, and with the knowledge in one night of all of the skills of Aphrodite. He escorted her safely back to her parents’ home, and bade her a brief farewell, planning to state his suit to her father very soon. But first he must send word to Jonathan, for he knew his lover was nearing the end of his studies, and surely the joyful news of his female find would entice Jonathan to their side forthwith.Wending his way down the path to the most recent dwelling where he was making his home, he pondered all they had discussed throughout the previous eve. Although still confident in his success against his rival, he was a prudent man, and shied from declaring definitive conclusions when there were still matters to be finalised. For whilst some may profess to know the perfect way that a woman’s heart is secured, I profess not to know how women’s hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration. Some seem to have but one vulnerable point, or door of access, while others have a thousand avenues, and may be captured in a thousand different ways. It is a great triumph of skill to gain the former, but a still greater proof of generalship to maintain possession of the latter, for man must battle for his fortress at every door and window. He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown, but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero. Certain it is, this was not the case with the redoubtable Brom Bones, and from the moment Ichabod Crane made his advances, the interests of the former evidently declined, his horse was no longer seen tied to the palings on Sunday nights, and a deadly feud gradually arose between him and the preceptor of Sleepy Hollow.
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Morticia Knight Author Bio
Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM - she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. 
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to her family in England and Scotland when she was a child. 
Morticia has a three-book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest that features those yummy men in uniform coming out in 2013, and is currently working on both a Steampunk horror ménage, and a Sci-fi ménage.
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