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May 11, 2013
Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, this week 8 lines from the beginning of Breathe You In my latest erotic romance release.
As I stared at the haphazardly landed roses, an urge rushed into me. It was like getting hit by a moving object. It railroaded through my chest, swirled up that weight in my stomach, hurricane-style, and sent my heart rate rocketing.I’d been a fool. A damn fool to think just knowing his name and where he worked would be enough. Didn’t I know anything about myself? Had I learned nothing about grief and its obsessive, dark, manipulative nature?It was obvious I hadn’t, because one thing was as sure as every rose having thorns, and if the thorn in our marriage had been Matt’s death, then the thorn in me now was that I’d be unable to rest until I’d seen Ruben Strong.
Read the full first chapter of Breathe You In.
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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.
Learn all about my inspiration for this novel and why it had been waiting to be written for so long.
May 10, 2013
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks
Hello lovely Spank followers. A few weeks ago I gave you a snippet from my Bollywood story The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita. Everyone was so lovely and positive that I thought I would revisit the same scene this week with another few slappy happy lines...
I swallowed, my legs like jelly and my nipples so hard they were beginning to ache. I just wanted him to get on with it.“When you forget to do as you’re told, if you have a dirty mouth outside of this room or think you can make my lavDa hard for you in public, then this is what will happen.”He circled my waist and, quick as a flash, tipped me upside down over his knees.I gasped as the bedroom upended in my vision and I flailed my hands to the floor, searching for balance.“Look up,” he ordered, securing my legs behind my knees with one of his powerful thighs. “I want you to see what you look like when you are being disciplined. It will make you remember to keep your behaviour in check.”Scrabbling for purchase on his other leg, I stared into the mirror.
I really liked the idea of Kamini having to look in the mirror as she was being spanked, it made the scene so much more visual for her and Damon. The movements, the submissive position, the sight of that hairbrush flying through the air! If you want to re-read the prelude to this spank click here.
Thanks for stopping by :-)
Lily x
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Her Master's Collar by Sara Brookes +Contest!
Please welcome fellow Ellora's Cave author Sara Brookes to my blog today, take it away Sara...
Thanks Lily,
Her Master’s Collar is the first time I’ve tackled the May/December trope. Surprising when I consider the fact I’ve always liked older men. Even my husband is older than I am. Liking older men wasn’t something I actually became aware of until I’d gotten a little older (and maybe wiser? *g*).
So when a friend proposed the idea of an older man/younger woman story – Roland Asher & Korene Braddock were conceived. Writing their relationship was harder than I expected. Mostly because Korene had years of built up animosity toward Roland. When your former Master just up and leaves without much of an explanation, the anger is warranted. Yet, she needed his help. Hiring him wasn’t easy for her, but she knew it was something that needed to be done in order to get the job completed efficiently and quickly.
But the job isn’t all unicorns and rainbows for Roland either. He knows he screwed up by flatly avoiding Korene for the past ten years. He just didn’t expect his reaction to her to be just as powerful as it had once been. Hey, a 43 year old man still has needs.
Lots of them.
Excerpt:
“You look well, Roland.”He resigned himself to the inevitable. The years he’d spent doing his best to avoid her had finally ended. He pushed out of the chair, turning to the owner of the voice that slid through him as though he was surrounded by the fresh, sweet air on his mountain. The first glimpse of her stole his breath, reminding him of those initial adrenaline filled moments of a spacejump.Her impeccably pressed navy suit had been tailored to fit her as if it were a second skin. The suit gave her a commanding air, signaling in this room that she was all tough business and headstrong authority. If he didn’t know her better, as intimately as he did, he’d be intimidated despite their eleven year age difference. Even though ten years had passed, she looked exactly the same. Perhaps even better. Damn. She had no right to look so gorgeous. So youthful and full of vigor.So absofuckinglutely perfect.She looked much the same as the last time he’d seen her, only more refined and ethereal. Reddish blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face before falling to her slender waist. Her light brown eyes drew him in, just as they’d always done, and made him yearn for a different time. His gaze fell on the small cleft in her chin he’d once loved to settle his thumb in while he spent hours kissing her. No, not kissing—worshipping. A pang tightened his gut as he remembered he’d once locked their bedroom door for an entire weekend. She’d spent most of those hours restrained in some fashion while he’d done his best to make her beg. Loudly. The sexually charged image of her coming undone against his tongue forced him to shake off the reflection of a past he’d rather forget.“Being in charge suits you, Korene. It’s good to see you again.” Before she could say anything, he pushed on, determined to keep this meeting all about business. “Our contract requires your company to supply me with anything I need within reason. I don’t consider any of my requests to be extraordinary by any means. If you feel differently, maybe we should reconsider this partnership.”Her head tilted as a familiar smile bowed those luscious lips she’d painted a neutral shade of pink. “Parkin may be an ass, but he will do as ordered. You’ll have your supplies and any other pertinent information you desire.”
Blurb:
The last thing Korene needs in her life is a former Master who abandoned her ten years ago. But when her employees are taken hostage on Mars, she’s forced to work with Roland whether she likes it or not. Sparks fly the moment the perfectly chiseled man saunters into her conference room; a sign their incredible chemistry is still just as potent.Roland has a job to do, but he struggles with his unrelenting desire for the only woman he ever loved. Seeing the strong-willed Korene on her knees again is enough to shatter Roland’s willpower. And give him a raging hard-on.Their distracting lust could flame out of control if they aren’t careful.
Warning: Fire up your thrusters to embark on a secret mission with a snarky submissive who knows the meaning of courtesy and her smoking hot former Marine Dom who isn’t afraid to wait one more day. The sexual chemistry between these two is so sinfully hot, it’ll melt the plastishield of your spacesuit helmet. Houston, we have a problem.
Buy Links:
Ellora's Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/her-master-s-collar.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AO5CX3SBarnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-masters-collar-sara-brookes/1113984143?ean=9781419944048Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Her-Masters-Collar/book-92WYVGkuYEyfQNV0wUFhzQ/page1.html?s=M7EyBAVPpkamKc-N7AF4aw&r=3
Author Bio:
Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.
Author Links:
Website: www.sarabrookes.comTwitter: http://twitter.com/Sara_BrookesFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/brookesofbooksFacebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/authorsarabrookesAnnouncement List: http://eepurl.com/mbG31
Contest Info:
One winner will be chosen from the Rafflecopter entries for a special Swag Pack (with a Never Take It Off bracelet supporting the military). Entries will be accepted from midnight 5/6 and run through midnight 5/10 (all times EST).
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/63aa581/
Thanks Lily,
Her Master’s Collar is the first time I’ve tackled the May/December trope. Surprising when I consider the fact I’ve always liked older men. Even my husband is older than I am. Liking older men wasn’t something I actually became aware of until I’d gotten a little older (and maybe wiser? *g*).
So when a friend proposed the idea of an older man/younger woman story – Roland Asher & Korene Braddock were conceived. Writing their relationship was harder than I expected. Mostly because Korene had years of built up animosity toward Roland. When your former Master just up and leaves without much of an explanation, the anger is warranted. Yet, she needed his help. Hiring him wasn’t easy for her, but she knew it was something that needed to be done in order to get the job completed efficiently and quickly.
But the job isn’t all unicorns and rainbows for Roland either. He knows he screwed up by flatly avoiding Korene for the past ten years. He just didn’t expect his reaction to her to be just as powerful as it had once been. Hey, a 43 year old man still has needs.
Lots of them.
Excerpt:
“You look well, Roland.”He resigned himself to the inevitable. The years he’d spent doing his best to avoid her had finally ended. He pushed out of the chair, turning to the owner of the voice that slid through him as though he was surrounded by the fresh, sweet air on his mountain. The first glimpse of her stole his breath, reminding him of those initial adrenaline filled moments of a spacejump.Her impeccably pressed navy suit had been tailored to fit her as if it were a second skin. The suit gave her a commanding air, signaling in this room that she was all tough business and headstrong authority. If he didn’t know her better, as intimately as he did, he’d be intimidated despite their eleven year age difference. Even though ten years had passed, she looked exactly the same. Perhaps even better. Damn. She had no right to look so gorgeous. So youthful and full of vigor.So absofuckinglutely perfect.She looked much the same as the last time he’d seen her, only more refined and ethereal. Reddish blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face before falling to her slender waist. Her light brown eyes drew him in, just as they’d always done, and made him yearn for a different time. His gaze fell on the small cleft in her chin he’d once loved to settle his thumb in while he spent hours kissing her. No, not kissing—worshipping. A pang tightened his gut as he remembered he’d once locked their bedroom door for an entire weekend. She’d spent most of those hours restrained in some fashion while he’d done his best to make her beg. Loudly. The sexually charged image of her coming undone against his tongue forced him to shake off the reflection of a past he’d rather forget.“Being in charge suits you, Korene. It’s good to see you again.” Before she could say anything, he pushed on, determined to keep this meeting all about business. “Our contract requires your company to supply me with anything I need within reason. I don’t consider any of my requests to be extraordinary by any means. If you feel differently, maybe we should reconsider this partnership.”Her head tilted as a familiar smile bowed those luscious lips she’d painted a neutral shade of pink. “Parkin may be an ass, but he will do as ordered. You’ll have your supplies and any other pertinent information you desire.”
Blurb:
The last thing Korene needs in her life is a former Master who abandoned her ten years ago. But when her employees are taken hostage on Mars, she’s forced to work with Roland whether she likes it or not. Sparks fly the moment the perfectly chiseled man saunters into her conference room; a sign their incredible chemistry is still just as potent.Roland has a job to do, but he struggles with his unrelenting desire for the only woman he ever loved. Seeing the strong-willed Korene on her knees again is enough to shatter Roland’s willpower. And give him a raging hard-on.Their distracting lust could flame out of control if they aren’t careful.
Warning: Fire up your thrusters to embark on a secret mission with a snarky submissive who knows the meaning of courtesy and her smoking hot former Marine Dom who isn’t afraid to wait one more day. The sexual chemistry between these two is so sinfully hot, it’ll melt the plastishield of your spacesuit helmet. Houston, we have a problem.
Buy Links:
Ellora's Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/her-master-s-collar.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AO5CX3SBarnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-masters-collar-sara-brookes/1113984143?ean=9781419944048Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Her-Masters-Collar/book-92WYVGkuYEyfQNV0wUFhzQ/page1.html?s=M7EyBAVPpkamKc-N7AF4aw&r=3
Author Bio:
Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.
Author Links:
Website: www.sarabrookes.comTwitter: http://twitter.com/Sara_BrookesFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/brookesofbooksFacebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/authorsarabrookesAnnouncement List: http://eepurl.com/mbG31
Contest Info:
One winner will be chosen from the Rafflecopter entries for a special Swag Pack (with a Never Take It Off bracelet supporting the military). Entries will be accepted from midnight 5/6 and run through midnight 5/10 (all times EST).
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/63aa581/
May 9, 2013
Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse
May 8, 2013
Cross-Checked review
This was such a fun book to write and it's wonderful when a reader/reviewer has had the same experience with Brick and Carly. Here is a lovely review for Cross-Checked published on Erotica For All.
Cross-Checked is the second book in the Hot Ice series. I started this one immediately after finishing book one, as I was already hooked. This book deals with Brick, another of the Orlando Vipers hockey team and Carly, an Olympic athlete. They meet as they’re volunteering for some charity work, and we quickly learn that Carly has had a crush on Brick for some time. She’s surprised to learn that he knows who she is, and that he’s interested in her.Resisting his charms, Carly’s determined to keep him at arm’s length until she’s sure he’s not just after a quick fling. However, it’s not easy to keep Brick away, he’s sexy and persistent, and before long the two of them have given into their passions. What follows is a really fun romp with some kink, some laughs (of the good kind!), and a healthy dollop of romance. I was totally engaged with this novel from beginning to end, I just couldn’t stop reading. I loved the characters, their chemistry and their adventures, and as with the last book, this one made me immediately want to read the next one.Overall, another brilliantly written erotic romance from Lily Harlem, one that I can heartily recommended.
Cross-Checked is the second book in the Hot Ice series. I started this one immediately after finishing book one, as I was already hooked. This book deals with Brick, another of the Orlando Vipers hockey team and Carly, an Olympic athlete. They meet as they’re volunteering for some charity work, and we quickly learn that Carly has had a crush on Brick for some time. She’s surprised to learn that he knows who she is, and that he’s interested in her.Resisting his charms, Carly’s determined to keep him at arm’s length until she’s sure he’s not just after a quick fling. However, it’s not easy to keep Brick away, he’s sexy and persistent, and before long the two of them have given into their passions. What follows is a really fun romp with some kink, some laughs (of the good kind!), and a healthy dollop of romance. I was totally engaged with this novel from beginning to end, I just couldn’t stop reading. I loved the characters, their chemistry and their adventures, and as with the last book, this one made me immediately want to read the next one.Overall, another brilliantly written erotic romance from Lily Harlem, one that I can heartily recommended.
Close Harmony by Justine Elyot
I am completely thrilled to have Justine gracing my blog today with her fantastic new release from Total-E-Bound. I can't wait to snuggle up with Lydia and her two gorgeous, sexy men!
Hi, there – it's great to be here at Lily's place. She sure knows how to make a gal feel welcome – thanks, Lily!
I'm here to tell you about the end of an era for me – the publication of the final instalment in my Food of Love trilogy. Close Harmony brings the story of orchestral violinist Lydia and her tangled, torrid love life to a grand finale. It's been a real treat to write and I'm going to miss the characters (and their music) very much.
Here's a blurb for you, then a little taster, just in case you're in the mood.
How do you choose between two perfect men? It’s like choosing your favourite music—certain pieces suit certain moods. Which mood is Lydia feeling the most?
The autumn season of the Westminster Symphony Orchestra finds Lydia unable to choose between passionate Milan and dominant Karl-Heinz—so she decides to give them both a chance. She hops from one bed to the other, trying to weigh up her options. Milan has a hold on her heart, but has never been reliable. Karl-Heinz is a good man, but what is the secret behind his strange repression? Old rivalries and new jealousies are kindled while Lydia works hard at having the time of her sex life.
No trio has ever practised quite as hard as this…But there is trouble in paradise for Ben and Vanessa, too, as a face from Vanessa’s past makes an unwelcome appearance and all seems impossible to resolve.
Amid turbulent emotions and orchestra rehearsals, the musicians work hard to negotiate a path to happiness. Will music prove to be the food of love, or a poison, infecting the future?
Reader Advisory: This book contains BDSM, MMF ménage and MM, as well as references to rape and sexual assault.
And from chapter one…
"I'm going to fall through the gap.""I'm sure the brochure said there was a double bed.""Yeah, well, the brochure lied…oh Christ. That's it."Vanessa squealed with laughter as her lover's body forced the two jammed-together single beds apart and fell between them, with her on top."Shit!" she whispered, hearing him groan. "Are you okay? No bones broken?"He lay motionless for a heart-stopping few seconds."Ness," he said weakly. "Oh God, Ness, I can't move.""Oh God."She knelt up and looked wildly around her, as if expecting to find emergency medical equipment instead of whitewashed walls and shuttered windows."Don't panic, darling. I can speak a little Spanish. What's Spanish for 999?""I think it's nueve, nueve, nueve," he said, just as weakly.She frowned down at him."You're pulling my leg, aren't you?""Would I? About a thing like this?"Already his hands were wrapped around her waist, bringing her down on to his chest, against which she beat outraged fists."I don't know why I ever believe you." She tried to pull herself aloft, but he held her in a tight bear-hug and growled into her ear."Get back on that bed, woman. We have unfinished business."Vanessa Robertson, still delighted and enthralled to be taking a summer holiday with her twenty seven year old lover, pretended to slap his face before throwing herself back on to one of the beds. Ben rose from the gap like a foppish sea monster, all floppy hair and loose linen shirt, ready to pounce."What was it you had in mind again?" he asked, rolling smoothly beside her after shoving the beds back together. "Oh yeah." He looked down at the hem of his shirt, underneath which the outline of a cock in full erection was clearly visible. "I had some dessert for you.""I don't know if you deserve it now," grumbled Vanessa."No, I have some dessert for you. You get cream. I just get the pleasure of giving. It is more blessed to give than to receive, after all. Don't feel bad."Vanessa snorted. "You've got a bloody cheek. Trying to make me feel guilty about giving you a blow job. That's spin doctoring on a grand scale.""I'm sorry you feel guilty, Ness. Perhaps you can make it up to me afterwards.""Shut up or these lips are sealed." She drew an imaginary zip across her scarlet-lipsticked mouth.He put one of his fingers to his own lips and nodded, then he knelt up and took off his shirt, revealing a tanned torso with a bit more definition than it had had when Vanessa first met him.His cock, though, was no different and just as mouthwatering as ever.Vanessa had worn a bikini and sarong for supper, but now only the bikini remained, a red and white polka-dotted number that showed off her trim curves to perfection. Kneeling opposite Ben, smiling wickedly, she reached behind to unclip the bikini top."Ooh," he said, when her breasts bounced out. "Want to touch.""No. No touching. Just kneel up where you are and let me work you."She bent her spine and let her breasts dangle either side of his upright shaft, then she pushed them together and gripped him tight. Slowly she rubbed him up and down in that generous cleft, sometimes bobbing to kiss and lick his uncovered tip."Fuck, that looks hot," he breathed. He reached a hand underneath to cup his balls and give them a squeeze. "I'm so tight. I'm going to burst.""Impatient," she said, flicking her glance up at his pained face. "There's lots and lots of things I want to do to you first. If you come before I'm ready, I'll have to do even dirtier things to you.""Like what?"His urgent whisper drifted over her head and she increased her pace."Never you mind. I'm not going to encourage you. You've a filthy enough mind as it is.""It's your fault. I used to be such a nice boy. You've made me this way."She laughed throatily, then released him from the breast-clamp, batted his hand off his balls and took a firm hold of the base of his shaft."Ready to go deep?" she asked. "And remember – don't be too hasty.""I'll do my best but I'm not making any promises."She held up an admonitory finger then she crouched low, the tip of her tongue circling its way down his cock as an introductory move before she sucked him all the way inside her mouth, from the swollen head to the rigid base, inch by inch."Oh, you're good," he whispered. "So good."She held his balls and squeezed them as if telling him to be quiet.He was more than content to moan his way through the rest of the performance.It was funny how much she loved the feel of him in her mouth, given that she'd never been drawn to brass or woodwind – the instruments that required oral input. This nice fat hard girth was better than a reed, though, and this warm salty flavour beat any metal mouthpiece. It was like holding his heart in your hand, a pulsing, elemental part of him, entirely at your mercy.She kept it up until her cheekbones threatened to collapse and then she gave him the signal, reaching around his buttocks and parting them wide, which had become their code for 'you can come now' when her mouth was full.Immediately he began to buck and jerk with abandon. She loved to feel his gluteal muscles shifting and rippling under her hands while his cock thrust. She gagged a little but she didn't mind, eagerly focused on what was to come.Ah, there it was, the pay-off, the reward. The little salty hit on the roof of her mouth, dripping down her throat. His fingers in her hair. Those sweet, pathetic little noises he made.She swallowed determinedly and released him, after sliding her tongue all the way up his inner shaft on the way out."Mmm, good dessert," she said."Get on your back, Robertson." There might have been a twinkle in Ben's eye, but she knew better than to defy him. She lay down, smiling up at him, feeling every inch the seductress. Her turn now.The bikini bottoms were off in a jiffy and Ben's face appeared between her thighs, grinning like the Joker until she had to slap the top of his head and urge him to get on with it.He didn't need telling twice. He had a long and flexible tongue and he knew how to use it, probing its tip into every fold and crevice before lapping over the swollen pearl of her clit. He scooped up great mouthfuls of her juices, licking his lips, sighing in appreciation of her unique flavour. When she came, he held her bottom cheeks and squeezed them, as if wanting to coax a stronger orgasm from her by any means available.She wriggled and jammed her pussy right into his face until the tremors wore off and she was left, sweetly exhausted and at peace, her legs lacking the capacity to move. Ben lay beside her, pressed tight into her side to avoid the gap, and kissed her scented dew back into her mouth."Good dessert," he said, nuzzling her with his nose. "Better than that ice-cream.""I don't think that was ice-cream, Ben.""No? What was it then?""Crema Catalana. But I don't think it was meant to be like that. I think it was put in the freezer by accident.""Oh, I didn't realise. It tasted nice, though. Not as nice as you but…sweet."They lay back and listened to the sounds of evening on the Majorcan coast. Crashing waves, voices from the beach, distant music from a restaurant a few yards down the lane.
If you're tempted to read on, it's available from Total E-Bound:
Thanks for having me, Lily!
Wonderful to have you stop by, Justine, always a treat. And readers, if you've enjoyed mixing music with menage with the Food of Love series, why not treat yourself to my steamy novella Orchestrating Manoeuvres (also published by Total-E-Bound) about a supermodel who has it all, and then gets a bit more from two hunky Italian pianists!
(Originally included in the Treble Anthology)
Hi, there – it's great to be here at Lily's place. She sure knows how to make a gal feel welcome – thanks, Lily!
I'm here to tell you about the end of an era for me – the publication of the final instalment in my Food of Love trilogy. Close Harmony brings the story of orchestral violinist Lydia and her tangled, torrid love life to a grand finale. It's been a real treat to write and I'm going to miss the characters (and their music) very much.
Here's a blurb for you, then a little taster, just in case you're in the mood.
How do you choose between two perfect men? It’s like choosing your favourite music—certain pieces suit certain moods. Which mood is Lydia feeling the most?
The autumn season of the Westminster Symphony Orchestra finds Lydia unable to choose between passionate Milan and dominant Karl-Heinz—so she decides to give them both a chance. She hops from one bed to the other, trying to weigh up her options. Milan has a hold on her heart, but has never been reliable. Karl-Heinz is a good man, but what is the secret behind his strange repression? Old rivalries and new jealousies are kindled while Lydia works hard at having the time of her sex life.
No trio has ever practised quite as hard as this…But there is trouble in paradise for Ben and Vanessa, too, as a face from Vanessa’s past makes an unwelcome appearance and all seems impossible to resolve.
Amid turbulent emotions and orchestra rehearsals, the musicians work hard to negotiate a path to happiness. Will music prove to be the food of love, or a poison, infecting the future?
Reader Advisory: This book contains BDSM, MMF ménage and MM, as well as references to rape and sexual assault.
And from chapter one…
"I'm going to fall through the gap.""I'm sure the brochure said there was a double bed.""Yeah, well, the brochure lied…oh Christ. That's it."Vanessa squealed with laughter as her lover's body forced the two jammed-together single beds apart and fell between them, with her on top."Shit!" she whispered, hearing him groan. "Are you okay? No bones broken?"He lay motionless for a heart-stopping few seconds."Ness," he said weakly. "Oh God, Ness, I can't move.""Oh God."She knelt up and looked wildly around her, as if expecting to find emergency medical equipment instead of whitewashed walls and shuttered windows."Don't panic, darling. I can speak a little Spanish. What's Spanish for 999?""I think it's nueve, nueve, nueve," he said, just as weakly.She frowned down at him."You're pulling my leg, aren't you?""Would I? About a thing like this?"Already his hands were wrapped around her waist, bringing her down on to his chest, against which she beat outraged fists."I don't know why I ever believe you." She tried to pull herself aloft, but he held her in a tight bear-hug and growled into her ear."Get back on that bed, woman. We have unfinished business."Vanessa Robertson, still delighted and enthralled to be taking a summer holiday with her twenty seven year old lover, pretended to slap his face before throwing herself back on to one of the beds. Ben rose from the gap like a foppish sea monster, all floppy hair and loose linen shirt, ready to pounce."What was it you had in mind again?" he asked, rolling smoothly beside her after shoving the beds back together. "Oh yeah." He looked down at the hem of his shirt, underneath which the outline of a cock in full erection was clearly visible. "I had some dessert for you.""I don't know if you deserve it now," grumbled Vanessa."No, I have some dessert for you. You get cream. I just get the pleasure of giving. It is more blessed to give than to receive, after all. Don't feel bad."Vanessa snorted. "You've got a bloody cheek. Trying to make me feel guilty about giving you a blow job. That's spin doctoring on a grand scale.""I'm sorry you feel guilty, Ness. Perhaps you can make it up to me afterwards.""Shut up or these lips are sealed." She drew an imaginary zip across her scarlet-lipsticked mouth.He put one of his fingers to his own lips and nodded, then he knelt up and took off his shirt, revealing a tanned torso with a bit more definition than it had had when Vanessa first met him.His cock, though, was no different and just as mouthwatering as ever.Vanessa had worn a bikini and sarong for supper, but now only the bikini remained, a red and white polka-dotted number that showed off her trim curves to perfection. Kneeling opposite Ben, smiling wickedly, she reached behind to unclip the bikini top."Ooh," he said, when her breasts bounced out. "Want to touch.""No. No touching. Just kneel up where you are and let me work you."She bent her spine and let her breasts dangle either side of his upright shaft, then she pushed them together and gripped him tight. Slowly she rubbed him up and down in that generous cleft, sometimes bobbing to kiss and lick his uncovered tip."Fuck, that looks hot," he breathed. He reached a hand underneath to cup his balls and give them a squeeze. "I'm so tight. I'm going to burst.""Impatient," she said, flicking her glance up at his pained face. "There's lots and lots of things I want to do to you first. If you come before I'm ready, I'll have to do even dirtier things to you.""Like what?"His urgent whisper drifted over her head and she increased her pace."Never you mind. I'm not going to encourage you. You've a filthy enough mind as it is.""It's your fault. I used to be such a nice boy. You've made me this way."She laughed throatily, then released him from the breast-clamp, batted his hand off his balls and took a firm hold of the base of his shaft."Ready to go deep?" she asked. "And remember – don't be too hasty.""I'll do my best but I'm not making any promises."She held up an admonitory finger then she crouched low, the tip of her tongue circling its way down his cock as an introductory move before she sucked him all the way inside her mouth, from the swollen head to the rigid base, inch by inch."Oh, you're good," he whispered. "So good."She held his balls and squeezed them as if telling him to be quiet.He was more than content to moan his way through the rest of the performance.It was funny how much she loved the feel of him in her mouth, given that she'd never been drawn to brass or woodwind – the instruments that required oral input. This nice fat hard girth was better than a reed, though, and this warm salty flavour beat any metal mouthpiece. It was like holding his heart in your hand, a pulsing, elemental part of him, entirely at your mercy.She kept it up until her cheekbones threatened to collapse and then she gave him the signal, reaching around his buttocks and parting them wide, which had become their code for 'you can come now' when her mouth was full.Immediately he began to buck and jerk with abandon. She loved to feel his gluteal muscles shifting and rippling under her hands while his cock thrust. She gagged a little but she didn't mind, eagerly focused on what was to come.Ah, there it was, the pay-off, the reward. The little salty hit on the roof of her mouth, dripping down her throat. His fingers in her hair. Those sweet, pathetic little noises he made.She swallowed determinedly and released him, after sliding her tongue all the way up his inner shaft on the way out."Mmm, good dessert," she said."Get on your back, Robertson." There might have been a twinkle in Ben's eye, but she knew better than to defy him. She lay down, smiling up at him, feeling every inch the seductress. Her turn now.The bikini bottoms were off in a jiffy and Ben's face appeared between her thighs, grinning like the Joker until she had to slap the top of his head and urge him to get on with it.He didn't need telling twice. He had a long and flexible tongue and he knew how to use it, probing its tip into every fold and crevice before lapping over the swollen pearl of her clit. He scooped up great mouthfuls of her juices, licking his lips, sighing in appreciation of her unique flavour. When she came, he held her bottom cheeks and squeezed them, as if wanting to coax a stronger orgasm from her by any means available.She wriggled and jammed her pussy right into his face until the tremors wore off and she was left, sweetly exhausted and at peace, her legs lacking the capacity to move. Ben lay beside her, pressed tight into her side to avoid the gap, and kissed her scented dew back into her mouth."Good dessert," he said, nuzzling her with his nose. "Better than that ice-cream.""I don't think that was ice-cream, Ben.""No? What was it then?""Crema Catalana. But I don't think it was meant to be like that. I think it was put in the freezer by accident.""Oh, I didn't realise. It tasted nice, though. Not as nice as you but…sweet."They lay back and listened to the sounds of evening on the Majorcan coast. Crashing waves, voices from the beach, distant music from a restaurant a few yards down the lane.
If you're tempted to read on, it's available from Total E-Bound:
Thanks for having me, Lily!
Wonderful to have you stop by, Justine, always a treat. And readers, if you've enjoyed mixing music with menage with the Food of Love series, why not treat yourself to my steamy novella Orchestrating Manoeuvres (also published by Total-E-Bound) about a supermodel who has it all, and then gets a bit more from two hunky Italian pianists!
(Originally included in the Treble Anthology)
May 6, 2013
Inspiration for Breathe You In
Breathe You In, starring Ruben Strong and Katie Lansdale, was a wonderful book to write and played like a movie in my head for the few months it took to pour from my fingertips onto the screen.
It's an unusual plot and I'm going to give a spoiler now - though if you read it, it's only a chapter before you find this out - in order to chat about why this book is so important to me. (Chapter One available here.)
Katie is having a rough time and struggling to move on from the death of her husband Matt. But one thing has captured her attention and she can't let it go. "Had I learned nothing about grief and its obsessive, dark, manipulative nature?". She's become fixated on finding the recipient of her husband's donated heart. A difficult decision she made on the day of his death.
Perhaps this makes it sound like a really sad book, it isn't, it's fun and flirty, sexy and steamy. Breathe You In is about picking up the pieces after tragedy, finding laughter and love again and moving into a bright future after being in a dark place.
Many of you know that I was a nurse before I took up writing erotic romance. I worked in London mainly but did spend some time in Oxford at the John Radcliffe Hospital. I was only just qualified and working towards a post grad in acute care. I spent some time in the operating theatre as part of a cardiac rotation. The John Radcliffe is a pioneering hospital, the work they do there is outstanding, life saving and life changing.
The heart has always fascinated me as a structure, the chemicals and electrical impulses, the constant contractions and the problems that can arise when things go wrong. I saw patients before, during and after major cardiac surgery. Got to know them, spent time with them, celebrated their recovery with them and their families. It truly was an amazing experience for me, as a nurse, but for the patients, it was something else.
Which is why I dreamed up Ruben Strong, a man who'd physically and emotionally been to Hell and back when his health declined and he needed a new heart. But like Katie, his story picks up a couple of years down the line and he's well and strong and getting on with his life. He's a gorgeous, fun-loving, adrenaline-junkie who's had to make adjustments, of course, but is raring to go again.
The trouble is Katie seeks Ruben out, even though confidentiality laws in the UK require donor families and recipients to co-ordinate any communication through a transplant liaison officer. Actual meetings can be set up but usually years after the transplant and only if both parties agree. Katie can't wait, she wants, no needs, to see Ruben, the man who has the heart of the man she loved mind, body and soul. She hires a private detective to track him down with the intention of seeing Ruben from a distance, believing this will help her sleep at night, knowing where the heart that loved her for so many years actually is.
What Katie doesn't count on is that she literally bumps into Ruben, in of all places, a museum's World War 2 display that is having a malfunction with the audio - the sounds of bombs and explosions are rattling her nerves...
I moved through to the next room. It was dark, the walls painted black, and in the corner was what looked like a bunker and some kind of corrugated iron shelter. A sudden wail—an air-raid siren—blasted out of a speaker above me. The lights flashed on and off, and a deafening boom rattled across the ceiling and pounded up through the soles of my feet.I clutched my handbag. Stepped backwards. What the hell...?A loud voice hollered out. “Northampton during the blitz. This is what it was like to live in the town in nineteen forty-‐three.”“Oh, shit, really.” My heart was galloping, and my bearings had slipped. I couldn’t see the way out, other than the archway I’d just come through. There was no obvious exit that would keep my journey progressive through the museum.Another loud bang, followed by whizzing and an explosion that clanked several wall-hanging gas masks and jerry cans against one another.I had to get out of there. It smelled musty, and it was so dark and loud I could hardly think.Spinning, I came face to chest with another person.“Sorry,” I said, the need to flee now overwhelming. “I’m just...” I glanced left and right. Staggered slightly.“Hey, are you okay?” He cupped my elbows, steadied me.I looked up through the shadows into dark eyes. “Er, yes, I think so. It just made me jump, that’s all. It’s a bit loud.”“I’m sorry. It’s supposed to be noisy but this is too much.”“Yes, it’s ear-‐splitting.”Bomb sounds were raining down on us with gusto. Screams and shouts were mixed into the soundtrack now, adding to the chaos. “Which, er, way...?” I asked.“Through the army camouflage curtain, just there.”Shadows sliced across his face but were lost momentarily when the lights flared again, simulating explosions. I reckoned he was about my age, maybe a little older. He had a straight, long nose, wide mouth and a flat, brown mole on his right cheek.“Okay.” I was about to step away but realized I’d placed my hand on his chest, right next to a small badge that had a picture of the museum in the left hand corner. Also on that badge, written in bold black letters, was the name Ruben.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. No way.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.Oh, God.My plan had gone terribly wrong. I was only supposed to see Ruben from a distance, not speak to him, definitely not touch him.“I have to...” I said, bumping into the plastic-molded bunker and the side of the Anderson shelter. “Go.” I straightened, just; my body didn’t feel like mine. I was shaking, hot and cold, my brain infused with fear and fascination.“Are you okay?”“Fine.”What the hell was the matter with my vision? I couldn’t peel my attention away from his chest, his name badge, the way his shirt hung down, flat against his long, lean body. It was buttoned at the top, the collar sitting neat against his neck. There was no scar that I could make out, but there would be one. I knew that much.“Are you sure?” he asked over the din.“Yes.” I managed to move toward the exit he’d indicated. “You really should get this volume turned down before you give someone a heart attack.”He laughed as another flash filled the room. “The kids love it, but yes, you’re right. I was actually just fiddling with it.” He turned and disappeared into the room with the plow and the grinding wheels.
This is just the very start of Ruben and Katie's story and I adored all the twists and turns of Katie's thoughts especially as she realises that she's attracted to Ruben and their friendship turns to more.
The sexy scenes are high-level emotional. Katie because she hasn't been intimate with anyone since the death of her husband and Ruben, because, let's just say he was a bit of a Casanova before he became ill.
Working on a Formula One racing team and travelling the world meant he had his fair share of beauties in his bed, but now, well, his confidence has been knocked and he hasn't dated since his operation. It takes Katie's gentle support to turn him back into the vibrant, passionate man he once was, but when he finds himself, wow, there's no stopping him!
I used this serene expression as inspiration for the first sex scene.
But by the time Ruben has his mojo back this is definitely more his brand of action...
Here is a sexy snippet. Ruben and Katie have just made it home through a storm and are dripping wet...
“I’ll grab us some towels,” I said, dashing to the laundry pile. I retrieved a couple of freshly washed pink towels that smelled of fabric conditioner and passed one to Ruben.
He took it and dropped it over his head, rubbed vigorously. I did the same to mine and toed off my sandals at the same time. I dabbed my face, collected an oasis sitting in the groove of my throat and patted beneath my eyes, hoping I wasn’t displaying a panda look.
Ruben buried his face in the towel then dropped it to one side. “I don’t think I’ve ever got so wet so fast,” he said, trying and failing to flatten his now fluffed up hair.
“It was fun,” I said. “I’d forgotten how much I like to splash through puddles or how much I enjoy a good storm.”
As I’d said the last word a tremendous boom, accompanied by white light, filled my flat.
I jumped and let out a slightly hysterical squeak. “Well, that’s maybe a bit too close for comfort.”
Ruben smiled, but then the smile fell. His gaze dipped and he stepped up to me. “Did you know your blouse is see-‐through?”
“Is it?” I glanced down, automatically pressing my arm over my breasts.
He caught my hand, tugged it to my side. “The best type of blouse as far as I’m concerned.”
My white blouse had indeed turned transparent, highlighting my white cotton bra and the small pebbles my nipples had become in the cool rain. I could just make them out, dark disks beneath white material.
“Ruben, I...”
Suddenly I was face-‐to-‐face with him. He’d picked me up, arms tight around my body and our chests pressing together. My bare feet were dangling.
I put my hands on his shoulders and stared at his face. His lashes were still heavy with water and had become tiny triangular points. A large drip was rolling from his right temple into the fuzz of hair by his ear.
“I think it’s time,” he said, his lips almost touching mine. “To pay my debt.”
Beneath his wet clothes, his body felt hot and hard. There was also a seriously sexy glint in his eye that held determination and lust—a delicious combination.
I pushed my hands through his damp hair and kissed him. Was vaguely aware of him walking, heading to my bedroom, as our tongues weaved together. I slanted my head, deepened the kiss, and he moaned gently, feeding me more of what I wanted.
Ruben Strong.
He set me on the edge of the bed, his mouth not leaving mine. I was wet, turned on, scared and excited. It was like living in a cloud, someone else’s life. But it was mine. My life. And I was here with Ruben, gorgeous Ruben who was acting like he was more than ready to give me what I was owed.
He kissed across my cheek, his hands busy roaming down my chest and my stomach, seeking out my fly button.
I tugged at his top, wanting the wet material out of our way.
He paused to fist it between his shoulder blades and drag it over his head. His chest was beautiful, the hair damp and flat with rain, his nipples, like mine, taut and hard. I looked at the scar, smooth and pink, and the neat trail of hair that feathered across his stomach and disappeared into his jeans.
“Say yes,” he said, kissing my right breast through my top and bra. “Katie, say yes.”
“Yes,” I murmured, laying fully back and trying to push at my trousers. “Yes, Ruben, yes.”
He kneeled between my legs, helped me drag my jeans past my hips and over my buttocks. Peeling away the tight material that was clinging to my skin. He worked fast, his hands gripping and tugging the denim downward.
Eventually they bunched at my ankles and with a final jerk were off.
He shoved them aside and kissed my knee then my thigh, his lips and hands warm on my cool, damp flesh.
I hope you enjoyed reading a little about Breathe You In. You can grab a copy from Amazon US or Amazon UK and if you want to chat to me about this sexy novel then just leave me a comment right here :-)
Lily x
May 5, 2013
Caliente Blog Hop!
Welcome to the Caliente Blog Hop, it is so great to have you stop by my home on the web.
So we're talking all things HOT! Perfect, I love hot and steamy and spicy and smokin'! As an author of erotic romance all my books have a generous heat level, some are simmering, some are boiling, so here is some information on a selection of my work.
Breathe You In is my latest release and is a romance about a guy, Ruben Strong, who is involved in the tyre-burning sport of Formula One. I love to use sport in my stories and this one is set in Northampton, the home of Silverstone Race Track, a place I've enjoyed many a high-octane, adrenaline-infused day at as a spectator. It was the perfect back-drop for Ruben's character.
The heroine in Breathe You In is going through a tough time, but in the middle of an English heatwave she comes face-to-face with a man who has something of hers... I don't want to say too much, not that I enjoy being cryptic particularly, but I don't want to spoil this unusual plot. What I will say though is this sexy story is getting 5* reviews from readers and although it's a slow burn leading up to the bedroom action, when it does happen, boy, is it explosive.
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.
How could I not mention HOT ICE on the Caliente Blog Hop?
Hot Ice is my hockey series all about those bad boys of the ice and the women who tame them. It all started with Hired back in 2010 when I penned a story about a surly hockey player who'd been suspended from a week of games and sent to stay in a luxury villa to sort out his head. A beautiful woman, Brooke, is sent to keep an eye on him, stop him drinking himself into a stupor and festering in his bad mood. Needless to say his mood soon perks up when she arrives and from there on in things between them get hotter than the scorching sand outside of their villa!
Hired led to a secondary character, Brick, getting his own novel Cross-Checked, and then how could I leave out the captain of the fictional Orlando Vipers Hockey Team, Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis? He too got his own novel, though he really is pretty kinky in Slap Shot, just as well Dana can handle him perfectly well!
My naughty author mind wouldn't let up and Teamwork, a menage a trois novel where lucky physical therapist Fiona gets not one but two players tumbling into bed with her (and in the shower, and on the kitchen table... you get my drift!) is also available.
Just about to hit the digital shelves is High-Sticked.
High-Sticked is the only M/M in the series but in order to complete the journey of one of the other characters it needed to be written. I really hope readers enjoy this story about not just love but also the challenges gay athletes are faced with if they make the decision to come out.
I'm currently writing the 6th novel (m/f) which will be out in 2014. These hot and sexy hockey guys just won't leave my imagination alone - thank goodness!
Marbella, on the south coast of Spain, is a beautiful place, full of luxury yachts, cobbled streets and hidden tapas bars and of course blue sky and sun, it's hot, hot, hot! I've holidayed here many times, it's only a four hour hop from the UK and has considerably better weather!
So when I wanted my characters in The Glass Knot to all meet up somewhere full of sunshine, this is where I picked. Here are some sexy, sunny pictures that inspired me when writing the first few chapters of this m/m/f novel.
Mmm, I can almost feel the heat on my skin, smell the sea breeze and taste the salt-laden air! And him, oh yeah, I'd quite like to... well that's enough for now! LOL!
Thank you so much for stopping by today. I'm going to give away a copy of HIRED the first in my Hot Ice series to one lucky commentor. Tell me your favourite HOT place to go - you can use your imagination, it doesn't have to be a geographical place! - and don't forget to leave your email addy.
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Lily x
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Sunday Snog - Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse
Hello, snoggers! This week another FREE book for you. Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse published by Mischief at HarperCollins. (Free on Amazon UK only, but a bargain price on Amazon US).
I looked up into his dark eyes. He had beautiful long lashes and skin like silken caramel. Melting against him seemed like a reasonable option for the next half an hour.‘OK,’ I said, touching his smooth cheek. ‘Let’s take that interlude.’The right side of his mouth twitched and a flash went across his eyes. ‘Ah, my bella, you won’t regret.’ He linked his fingers with mine and led me the dozen steps back to the pharmacy office.I’d left it in darkness, and Javier didn’t bother to turn the light on when we went inside. Instead, as soon as the door shut, he swept me into his arms and kissed me with fervour. I pressed my body into his and the evidence of his arousal shoved into my abdomen.Finally, some action. Good, solid action by the feel of it.I pushed his white coat from his shoulders, heard it land on the floor. He tugged up the skirt of my uniform and roamed his hands over my satin knickers, tracing the outline of my buttocks without once breaking the kiss, his tongue an insistent force searching my mouth.Damn, he tasted delicious; spicy and rich, maybe with a hint of coffee. Not like Carl’s fresh, sweetness.Carl!‘Ah, baby, you are a doll in my arms. I want to love you so much,’ Javier whispered into my ear, his accent thicker than usual. ‘So perfect, so delicious, you are my every fantasy come true.’‘Really?’ I was a little breathless his kisses were so enthusiastic.‘Oh, really.’ He groaned. ‘I am so hard for you. So long being so hard for you.’That hardness was straining at my hip but I had other ideas of where I wanted it. I tugged at his top, pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor. ‘Condom,’ I gasped.‘Yes, here. In my wallet.’ He released me, stooped, scrabbled, then was up and over me again.I shoved at my knickers, felt blindly for the sofa and dropped down onto my back. Damn, I was hot for him.
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Thanks for reading, and if you do pick up a free copy of Confessions of a Naughty Night nurse, please LIKE the Amazon purchase page and feel free to leave a review. While you're there grab a free copy of Confessions of a Kinky Housewife too, by the wonderful Justine Elyot.
Have a great Sunday
Lily x
May 4, 2013
Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, this week 8 lines from Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, a FREE book on Amazon UK this week. This is from the first chapter, Nurse Sharon is having some very naughty fun with Tom, the security guy at the mortuary, things are just heating up in the autopsy room!
‘Yes, that was so hot, I could hardly bloody walk the next day.’
He chuckled, low, deep and sexy, then kissed me again, the stubble on his chin scraping my skin and his breaths blowing hot and hard on my cheek.
He had my uniform up around my waist now and was forcing me to lie back on the ice-cold table. He stepped between my legs and leaned over me, pressing his groin into the gusset of my knickers.
‘Really, on here?’ I said, slotting my fingers into his hair and drawing my knees up so they pressed either side of his hips. ‘Where they chop up dead people? Isn’t that a bit freaky?’
‘The French for orgasm is petite mort so it’s kind of fitting.’
I hope you enjoyed that steamy snippet, this book was a real treat to write and because I was a nurse before I started writing erotic romance, at times it was like a trip down memory lane!
Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse is published by Mischief at HarperCollins and they are offering not one Confession book out for FREE this week, but two. Check out Confessions of a Kinky Housewife by Justine Elyot, a real gem of a novella.
If you are in the US here's the link to my naughty nurse available at a bargain price.
Thanks for stopping by. Have a great weekend :-)
Lily x
