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May 13, 2013
Gypsy Witch by Suz deMello
The Sacramento Sheriff's Department is no place for airy-fairy wimps, and Ben McCullough is the toughest of the tough. He tells himself he's bedding the luscious Elena Lautari only because she's a babe, not because she's a card-carrying member of the Northern California Church of Wicca. Ben thinks she's a feather away from an arrest for fraud, since she makes a living telling fortunes and making charms for the lovelorn. He can't see her as a lifelong mate even though she's more than a match for him in the sack, and losing her is unthinkable.
But Elena is the real deal, a modern witch of much power and even more restraint. When her daughter, Gina, steals her mother's spell book and uses it to shatter the fabric of existence and release an ancient evil, Elena must put reality back in place—even if she loses Ben in the process. Will Ben and Elena's fragile love be lost with the revelation of her magic?
Maybe, but there are others ready to heal her battered heart. When Ben's partner attempts to claim Elena, will Ben move aside or move in?
If you like what you read, click below to buy the story and check out the rest of Suzie’s sexy books:https://www.ellorascave.com/author/suz-demello*****Author Bio:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.comBefriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4funHer current blog is http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com
Brit Babes Best Bits!
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May 12, 2013
In Shadows Writing Contest
Get your imaginative hats on because there's a contest!
What's more, I'm judging the erotic romance/erotic category.
Check out all the details for the In Shadows Writing Contest and I hope to see your entries piling up on my desk...
Sunday Snog - Breathe You In
Welcome to Sunday Snog - here is a sexy moment from halfway through Breathe You In my latest erotic romance that is getting 5* reviews!
“I want you now,” he whispered hotly. “Here.” We’d made love several times since he’d left hospital, but in bed, at mine, quiet, slow, intense, the same as the first time. I wasn’t complaining, it was wonderful, but this was new, this was middle-of-‐the-‐day sex, and damn, I wanted some.“Yes,” I said, “fuck me.”He raised his head, stared down at me. A devilish smile curled his lips. “Say that again.”“What?” I pushed his flopping hair back from his forehead.“What you just asked me to do.”Ah, he liked dirty talk. I could do that. “Fuck me, Ruben, fuck me now, make me come, make me scream your name.” “Oh, Jesus.” His mouth went slack. “Get naked.” He reached for his top, yanked it off, his face now a picture of urgency.I did the same with my t-‐shirt, wriggling on the sofa and then tossing the material aside.He dipped his head to my chest, tugging at my bra.“Oi! Get a room!” shouted a deep, bellowing but distanced voice through the window.We both froze.“Shit,” Ruben said, screening my body with his. “What the...?”I looked outside. Not thirty feet from the flat was a huge basket with two men in it. A massive flame burned bright behind them, sending an orange glow over their bodies. They wore flat caps but didn’t look particularly old—one had a black moustache, the other was holding a rope.“I have got a bloody room,” Ruben shouted. “Bugger off!”The men laughed, the flame burned brighter, and they started to lift upward.“Have fun,” the one with the moustache called with a wave.“We will,” I shouted, managing to wave back as they went from view. Ruben looked down at me. “I’m really sorry about that, I had no idea they’d come so close.”I swatted his shoulder and grinned. “It was funny, they couldn’t believe their eyes. They thought they were going to see some action.”“Pervs.” Ruben grinned. “Now, where were we?”“You were just about to fuck me.”“Damn, you have such a filthy mouth.”“And don’t you know it.”“Not as much as I’d like to.” He unclipped my bra, sat up and squeezed my breasts together, his thumbs toying with my nipples.I arched into him, adoring the sensation of him touching me and gazing so adoringly at me. “So how about I tell you to get your cock out,” I said, reaching for his waistband. “Get it out and show me what you can do with it.”“So sweet yet so dirty.” He grinned. “But hang on.” He stood, went to the window and drew the curtains. “Just in case we have any more voyeurs. I don’t want them seeing what I’m about to do with my cock.”“I like the sound of that.” I licked my lips.“Do you now?”He looked tall and hot standing over me and slowly undoing the buttons on his jeans. Long arms and legs, strong fingers, the perfect spread of body hair and an air of absolute determination about him.“You’d best take your trousers off, or they might get ripped,” he said, nodding at my jeans.“Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.”He rolled his eyes, groaned. “Now you’re just messing with my head, woman.”I giggled, sat and shoved off my jeans. “I can mess with any bit of you that needs dirtying up.”“Will this do for starters?” He fisted his cock, moved toward me and slotted one hand in my hair.Sat on the sofa, I was the perfect height to take him into my mouth.“As long as I still get the main course,” I said.“You can count on that.”
I hope that has whet your appetite for more of Katie and Ruben's story, available on Amazon US and Amazon UK.
Lily x
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
Saturday Spankings Blog Hop
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)
