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Sunday Snog - Breathe You In

Just out this week, Breathe You In has been an amazing book to write. The characters completely called to me and lived with me while they told me their story, so how could I not share a snippet today from their first kiss, shared on a picnic in the Northamptonshire countryside...
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“Katie,” he whispered when I pulled back from our soft kiss.“I’m sorry.” I could taste him, just a little. It hadn’t been a big, open-­‐ mouthed snog, merely a touch. But still, it had spoken a thousand words, and it was the first time I’d kissed anyone other than Matt in nearly a decade.“No, please don’t apologize.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs grazing my collarbones through my t-­‐shirt. “I liked it, but... are you sure?”“I’m trying to put my life back together, too, Ruben. Matt will always be with me, no one can replace him.” I paused, juddered in a breath and put my hand on Ruben’s chest again. “Our time together was cut short, but the memories I have, they’re good memories.” I tried to find the right words; my emotions were tangled, my thoughts jumbled, but basically I just wanted to be with Ruben, it felt right. In a very basic, limbic part of my brain Ruben was someone I needed. “But I want to make new memories, happy ones, fun ones. I can’t be a sad widow who everyone feels sorry for anymore. It’s not what Matt would have wanted for me, I know that.”“If he loved you he would have wanted you to find happiness again.” H stroked his thumbs to the dip at the base of my throat, shifting my silky scarf. It was a small, delicate caress that sent a shiver of something scarily like desire tickling over my skin.“He did love me,” I said, “with all of his heart.”And did that heart still love me? The one I could feel beating right now? Is that where love was stored, in the fibers of the cardiac muscle? And if so, did that mean Matt’s love had been transferred into Ruben when Matt’s heart was transplanted? Did Ruben love me already, because of the reassignment of an organ?“Katie?” He frowned a little.“For the first time it feels right to hear that said.”“What?”“That he would have wanted me to be happy. Oh, it’s been said to me by lots of well-meaning friends over the last year, since the anniversary of his death, and I’ve just nodded and agreed, put on my usual fake smile.” I shook my head. “But now, here, yes, he would have wanted me to be looking for happiness again and I want to find it. Not because it’s what I’m supposed to be doing, but because it’s what I want. I need to feel alive again, because, like you said, I am alive.”Ruben smiled, the edges of his mouth tilting a fraction and the creases at the corners of his eyes deepening. “Me too. God, me too.” He kissed me, a gentle connection, his tongue dipping into my mouth the tiniest amount.I slid both my hands over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my body, and our chests touched. My breasts, through my top, squeezed up against his firm pectoral muscles.His kiss was tender and sweet, his lips a new shape for me to learn. I touched the tip of my tongue to his, drew in the slightly salty, masculine flavor of him and knew it was something I wanted more of.He pulled me closer still. I shifted, and next thing I knew he was resting me backwards. I unfolded my legs, stretched out and knocked away the pot of carrot sticks.The feel of Ruben over me, kissing me, was exciting, frightening, wonderful and painful all at the same time.He kissed across my cheek, to my ear. His breaths were loud, his weight carefully held on his elbows.I ran my hands down his smooth back, tracing the dips and rises of his spine and the planes of his shoulder blades, all the time staring up at the cloudless sky and the bows of the birches, their tiny leaves shivering in the breeze.“You smell like flowers,” he whispered into the shell of my ear.“I do?”“Yes, so pretty.” He lifted his head and looked down at me. “Kissing you here, now, it’s my top new memory.”I smiled; the smile grew and grew until it balled my cheeks and another giggle escaped. “I think it’s mine too.”He kissed me again. I shut my eyes, lost myself in the moment. That small shiver of desire was back. The need for more, skin-­‐on-­skin and getting closer was growing. Ruben had that certain something that worked for me. His smell, taste and the way he made me feel like everything would be all right, it was something I could get hooked on.I ran my hands over the waistband of his jeans, stroked his arse cheeks through the denim. Damn, what a cute bum, taut and the perfect handful.He dropped his weight a little more, our chests pressed harder together and his groin pushed into my right hip. The kiss deepened, and a fizz of lust sparked through me. It couldn’t be ignored. My nipples were tight, there was a tug in my lower abdomen, the start of a need—a need I hadn’t thought of for so long.I lifted my left leg, curled it over the back of his and squeezed up against him. It was then I felt a long, hard bulge.“Ruben,” I gasped into his mouth as a fist of something raw and primitive gripped me. Could we? Here?“Damn, I’m sorry, I...” He lifted up, completely off me.

I hope you enjoyed that steamy snippet, the emotions are so tangled here, there is so much going on beneath the surface. If you want to check it out, here are the buy links
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Thanks for reading, have a wonderful Sunday
Lily x

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Whoot! Another Saturday another spanking, welcome to you all. This week I'm going back to That Filthy Book my co-author with Natalie Dae.



Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it’s reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.
This snippet is from their outdoor scene in the woods. Karen is tied by her wrists to a tress, naked and wondering how the slim branch she's asked Jacob to spank her with will feel - she's about to find out. It was hot to write and so we've been told, hot to read too, and Jacob, being Jacob, has an extra surprise he's just given her...


I’d become aware as I accommodated the plug that I was standing completely on my toes, like a ballerina. Glancing down through the flickering light, I saw my toenails had sunk into the ground. Dried leaves and jagged ends of twigs poked at the pale skin on the top of my feet and around my ankles. It was a sandpit of nature, the wood’s own carpet, claiming me, becoming part of me - I was becoming part of it.Arching my head up to the sky, I stared at the stark winter treetops. The moon had come out to play too. Its shimmering light fractured through branches as it stared down at our naughty game.“Argh!” I couldn’t help my shocked scream, and my whole body tensed. The wild, searing pain whipping over my buttocks was agony—tormented, frantic agony.“Shh,” Jacob whispered as he ran the barkless branch over my tortured skin. “You’ll earn more strikes if you cry out.”
I hope you enjoyed, thanks for stopping by and make sure you check out the other spanks on offer this week at Saturday Spankings.




New Release this week...

Grand Slam Cover Reveal

I'm so excited to announce this news. Along with my good pal and fellow Brit Babe, Lucy Felthouse I've been writing another super sexy sporting romance. It's called Grand Slam and will be out in the summer. Check out the cover, the number one seed is HOT!


Here is some unofficial information on this Taboo novel which will be published by Ellora's Cave.
Marie Sherratt is beginning a new life in California. Her qualifications and determination have taken her to the Los Carlos Tennis Academy, where she will be the on-site psychologist for all the players, including world-famous Travis Connolly. She's followed Travis' career for years and also happens to think he's seriously hot. Her first in-the-flesh glimpse of him isn't quite what she was expecting, and from then onwards, things between her and Travis do not run smoothly, especially when it turns out the attraction is mutual.
Can Marie help Travis to regain his title as world's number one seed? Or will their feelings get in the way?

Kay Jaybee is hosting me!

I'm having a lovely time hanging out with fellow Brit Babe Kay Jaybee today, I'm sharing the details of my new novel Breathe You In and while you're there, check out Kay's super erotic novels, she's writes them hot!

OUT TODAY- BREATHE YOU IN

Cover by Posh Gosh

Fresh onto the digital shelves today, my new novel Breathe You In. This is a story that's been calling to me for a while and stems from a period in my life when I spent some time working (as a junior member of staff) in an operating theatre in Oxford UK. The main surgeries I saw were open-heart/cardiac surgeries, I then went on to study this speciality. The heart is a fascinating thing, not just the structure but also the electrical and chemical functions, and of course, there is also the long held belief that it's where we store love. So what happens when someone's heart breaks, metaphorically or physically? What happens when hearts are fixed, or even transplanted. These were questions rolling around in my mind and then Ruben and Katie came along, and told me their story. I hope you enjoy this sexy romance set in Northampton, a quiet market town nestled in England greenest hills.




Blurb
Sometimes you don’t realize how special a moment is until it’s a memory.
When he held me in his arms I saw a handsome, vibrant man with desire in his eyes and love in his heart. But Ruben Strong was more than that; he was a way out of my darkness, a glimmer of light peeking through my shroud—he was a piece of what I no longer had.
What he didn’t know, but I did, was that he’d been waiting for me. It had taken me time and courage to go looking for him, but if I hadn’t done what I’d done on my bleakest day, he wouldn’t have been there for me to find.
My tumbling decisions led to a meeting that tipped everything I thought I knew about myself upside down. While we were lying warm and naked in his bed, my old memories became new ones and our souls talked to each other in a way only we could understand. And our bodies, once we were brave enough to hum a quiet tune, quickly produced a beautifully sexy song that threw open the doors to love and laughter in my life once more.
Reader advisory – Breathe You In is a romance with themes of love, loss and hope and contains several explicit sex scenes.

Excerpt


My new flat felt alive, as if it were a real home. The sweet, grassy breeze ambled from the living room to the kitchen. The pan on the stove was bubbling away, creating steam that clung to the window. The tangy smell of the onions I’d fried filled my nose, and I could hear the TV, only the news, someone talking, but knowing Ruben was in the living room, that it wouldn’t be empty and soulless when I moved from one room to the other, created a feeling of hope in me—one that made me warm and content for the first time in a long time.I also felt I knew Ruben better for having seen a glimpse into his old life. Understood how much he’d had to change because of his illness. Maybe he was right. Perhaps he would go back to his old job one day. Return to a wild, hedonistic, fast life of racing and globe trotting and leggy women with perfect bodies. I couldn’t show him my old life, or ever go back to it, but it had been nice to see his.I flicked the pasta off the boil and stood in the kitchen doorway, one hand on the frame, pushing my hair from my face with the other.Ruben looked up. Stared at me. He pulled in a deep breath and frowned.“Are you okay?” I asked.“Yes, I...”
I didn’t move. “What?”“It’s just...”
“Tell me?”
He smiled. “You’ll think I’m being stupid.”
“No I won’t.”“I had a dream last night, it just came back to me, really vivid.”“What was it about?” I straightened.
“You.”“Me?” I couldn’t deny the little thrill that word gave me, to think I’d been in this handsome man’s dream.“You were stood, just like that, in a doorway, holding the side, fiddling with your hair.”
“Whose doorway?”He silenced the TV. Put the remote on the tall table by the sofa. “Mine. My bedroom.”“I see.”He trailed his gaze down my body. Licked his lips.
“And what was I wearing?” I asked. Part of me was desperate to know, the other part afraid to ask. This was a new way for me to be with anyone other than Matt.“White,” he said. “You were in white.”
“A dress?”He smiled, shook his head. “Oh, no, white stockings with lace around your thighs. White teeny, tiny knickers and a corset‐style top, you know that...” He put his cupped hands on his chest and smiled. “That made you look really pretty here.”“Sounds like a very detailed dream.”
“It was. It was hot.” He nodded, bit on his bottom lip. “You were hot.”
A tremble started in my stomach and moved lower. Ruben thought I was hot. Hot enough to dream in detail about me. That in itself was like being kissed passionately. It turned my attraction for him to top level; it made me feel like the woman I had been once.I even remembered a white outfit like that. It was something I’d taken on honeymoon to surprise Matt with one night. I could almost see his face again. His eyes instantly heavy with lust, his lips moist where he’d licked them the moment I’d appeared in the doorway.Ruben was wearing the same look now, and he shifted on the sofa the same way Matt had shifted on the bed.Taking a deep breath, I walked toward Ruben, wishing I had that outfit on, and straddled his lap. I dug my knees into the cushions and I rested my hands on his shoulders, let my bum settle on his thighs.“Tell me more?” I said in what I hoped was a suitably sexy voice.Ruben swallowed, frowned a little and looked into my eyes. “We were alone, there was only us there. It was warm, you smelled of fruit—papaya, melon, all things sweet.”I smiled. “This is a very specific dream.”He touched my cheek with the back of his index finger. “I know, and it’s all flooding back to me like it was a real memory.”“Maybe we should make it real, one day.”“I’d like that.” He leaned forward and touched his lips to mine. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?” he said with a smile.“I’m not gorgeous, not really.”He jerked his head. “Why would you say that?”“Well, the women you must have had, you know, when you and Dean Cudditch were out together, swanning around glamorous places.”“That was just fun. Messing about, there was never anyone serious. I was too busy traveling the world, being part of the winning team.”“But weren’t they...?”“They weren’t you. Katie. Matt must have told you all the time how beautiful you are. I get the impression from you that he was a great bloke, a wonderful husband who made you feel special and treasured.”I nodded. “He was, he did, but...” I glanced downward, kept that delicate balance of mine on the straight and narrow. “But now, well, I’m a bit thinner than I was and smiles don’t come so easy.”“I’ve seen you smile plenty since I met you, and each one has gone into my happy memory bank.”His words made me smile again.“See, beautiful,” he said.“Thank you. It’s nice to hear someone say that.”“It’s nice to have a sexy woman sitting on my lap.” He kissed me, softly, and stroked his fingers through my hair.

I broke the kiss and touched his hair too. I loved the longish strands and the way they flowed through my fingers like fluid silk.
He slid his hands down the column of my neck and reached for the first button on my work blouse. As he undid it, his smile slipped, and his eyebrows hung heavy in concentration.My heart tripped. My nipples tightened. The dark look in his eyes was so sexy it went straight to my head, like a shot of alcohol.He undid the next button, and the next, his jaw seeming to get tenser with each twist of his fingers.I sat absolutely still, the tops of his thighs pressing into the backs of mine. Watching his face, each blink, each slight twitch of his cheek and the way he dampened his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. It was all making me want to grab him for a kiss but equally kept me frozen, fascinated.When all the buttons were undone, he looked up at my face. It was a silent question.I glanced out of the window—nothing but treetops.I nodded.Carefully, he slid the blouse off my shoulders, revealing my white lacy bra. It had a small daisy in the center of the cups and one at the base of each strap.“That’s so much better than my dream,” he whispered, his breath like a caress on my chest. “And you are perfect.”Words danced on my tongue. Words that wanted to explain that I used to be a cup size bigger and filled out my bra better. That maybe I would again one day. But I held them in, swallowed them down. They had no place in this moment with Ruben. Besides, he looked happy with what he saw.I reached behind myself, unclipped the hook of my bra, let it fall open, but then held it in place with one arm across my chest.“Katie, if you want to wait...?”“No, this is fine. More than fine, I want this.” I let the straps slide off my arms and tossed the bra to the floor. “It feels right with you.”And it did. I’d worried that I’d feel like an adulterous woman being with another man. But with Ruben, well, it was different. Matt was part of it. Part of Ruben. Part of us.Ruben collected the slight weight of the undersides of my breasts in his hands. Watching his own movements, he parted his lips and his features softened.His touch was electric and sent a plethora of forgotten sensations blasting through my chest, spiking my nipples and making my flesh feel heavy and engorged.I pressed into him, just a little, needing more but not wanting to appear greedy. Fearing if I did that, I’d push myself into a wall and cause the bubble to shatter.He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. They were tiny stalks, erect and tight. I stuttered in a breath, the stimulation arousing and wonderful.He glanced up at me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Yes, I like you touching me.”“I like touching you.” The left side of his mouth rose into a languid half grin.He moved his right hand to the center of my back. Held me firm as he leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth.I gasped and ran my hands into his hair, held him close and arched my spine. Damn, it had been so long since I’d enjoyed this feeling. It was heavenly. Releasing a breath, I watched as the huff of air from my lungs shifted the hair on the top of his head. He moved to the other breast, feeding my nipple into his mouth and tweaking it with his tongue. He massaged and gently squeezed the now damp breast he’d just given attention to.
A type of fever was growing in me. But it was fever of the good kind. Between my legs felt heavy, needy. I had the urge to move just a fraction farther forward in Ruben’s lap and see if the erection I suspected was there was as hard as it had been yesterday.I stayed still.Ruben kissed up my sternum, my neck, and found my mouth. He was still fondling my right breast as he kissed me, wetly, hungrily and with a little less control than yesterday.Running my hand down his chest and over his belly, I found his groin. The folds of denim could do nothing to hide the swell of his hard cock. I itched to hold it, release it. Learn the shape and weight of him the way he’d just done to me. I popped the top button, but as I did so, he grabbed my wrist, pulled back from our kiss.“Katie,” he said slightly breathlessly.“What’s wrong?” I stilled.He looked away.“We can be ourselves together,” I said gently. “Tell me.”“I like that.” He gently pinched my chin with his fingers and thumb.“What?”“That there is a ‘we’. Us together.”“Me too.” I grazed my lips over his. “So tell me.”He nodded and released my wrist. “It’s just, well, I want you to do whatever it is you want to do, but...” 
He shut his eyes, as though frustrated with himself.
“But what?”“But, well, I won’t deny it, I’m a bit anxious, you know, about doing this, with this.” He placed his hand on his chest.“With your new heart?”He nodded.I took hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and peeled it up and over his head, threw it down by my bra. “This heart,” I said, placing a kiss over his scar, “is a good, strong heart that can handle me just fine.”“I’m sure it will be okay it’s just...”“You want to take it slow?” I shrugged. “I want to take it slow too. We don’t have to go all the way, not if it’s too soon. We can have some other fun.”“God, you must think I’m a wimp.” A flash of wounded pride crossed his face.“There’s nothing wimpy about that package you’ve got in your pants, mister. It’s feeling like a whole lot of hot, hard man to me.”He laughed. “You always say the right thing, you know that?”I smiled and pressed my palm over his cock, squeezed through the denim.His face fell serious. “That feels good. Your hand on me.”“I can make it feel even better, if you want me to.”He paused, then nodded. “Yes. That’s what I want.”I wriggled and slipped between his legs, so mine were folded on the floor and my shoulders were between his thighs. I began to undo the buttons on his jeans.
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I adore this picture, this is just how I imagine Ruben to look and certainly I used this blissful, serene expression as inspiration when writing one particular sexy scene.

Streetlight People by HK Carlton

Please welcome HK Carlton to my blog today, great to have you here and wow, what a fabulous cover Streetlight People has!...



Thanks for having me, Lily!
I’m still a fairly new writer, well relatively new published writer that is, and Streetlight People is my first writing venture in the ménage genre. Here’s a quick tease. I hope you’ll check it out.
Happy Reading,
H K Carlton
Blurb:
We all have hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.
Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.
After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.
Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!
After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.
Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?


Excerpt from Streetlight People by H K Carlton
I looked up at him and my words died on my tongue. Oh, my God! It is him! The guy from school, and he was fucking gorgeous. I’d never been up close and personal with him when I’d checked him out, only noting his other sizeable attributes in his tight jeans and T-shirt. And he knew the exact moment that I realised that he was something else. The corner of his mouth drew up. Obviously he was used to this reaction from women. I should have found his arrogance a turn-off. But I didn’t.
“See. You like me,” he said, with certainty.
“I don’t even know you.” But who wouldn’t want to?
He was tall, broad, with a hard body. His features were sculpted. Full lips, sharp cheekbones, sculpted chin complete with a slight cleft. His cheeks were covered in a fine layer of stubble, screaming danger. I couldn’t see what colour his eyes were, but they were alive with mischief and purpose.
“We can change that,” he said, tucking a strong hand under my hair, cupping my neck and the side of my jaw. Jesus! Was he going to kiss me? Like he’d kissed her?
“Wouldn’t you like to get to know me? I’ve seen you around campus. Don’t think I didn’t know you were scoping me out.” He continued to grin cockily. “And don’t think for one second I wasn’t doing the very same.”
I opened my mouth. “I—”
Then his lips were on mine. I struggled for the briefest of seconds before I was overwhelmed with sensation. He kissed softly, teasing, tempting me with his lips and his tongue. The smell of him, the taste of him drew me into his web of seduction.
“Mmm,” he murmured, into my mouth. “What have you been drinking tonight, blonde one?”
“Spiced rum,” I answered breathlessly.
“Mmm, my new favourite—spiced rum and you,” he whispered, and took over my mouth once again, but this time I was ready for him and I kissed him back.
I felt his approval reverberate through his chest and it made me bolder. I darted my tongue out and touched his bottom lip. This was crazy and stupid and likely the most dangerous, idiotic thing I had ever done, and I knew it but I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. His mouth was like magic. And I realised I was horny as hell. I wanted to have sex. Lots and lots of it. And if it was with Hot Campus Guy, I just might not send him packing come morning.
His tongue touched mine then swept into my mouth. The next thing I knew, he had me plastered up against the glass window at the front of the store.
“Wow, you are one little ball of heat,” he said as his body closed in on mine, pressing his chest against my tingling tits. He dropped his hips and thrust forward, forcing me backwards until my ass hit the window. I realised he had a full-fledged hard-on directed squarely at me. My own lower half rushed to life at the contact. Tingling, sweet, wet heat rushed between my legs as I pressed my pelvis against his rock-hard cock. I think I even growled my own approval. I wanted to fuck this stranger. Right here. With my ass slapping against the cold glass. What the hell was wrong with me?
All of a sudden I heard another voice—a female one—to my right. “I told you she was pretty.”
“You were right, but I already knew she was pretty.” The man kissing the hell out of me paused to answer. “And she’s horny.” He continued to kiss me. Not even as an afterthought—he was still kissing me with all the same heat while speaking to… I gasped when I opened my eyes and realised that his girlfriend was the speaker. Little slow here. Foggy alcohol, sex-deprived brain. I think so.
I stiffened.
“No, don‘t stop.” He tried to soothe me. “It’s okay, baby. Kiss me. She doesn’t mind. She picked you.”
Picked me?

Streetlight People (Ménage á Trois mff) 

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Emily Ryan-Davis is here!

Please welcome the very lovely and super-talented Emily Ryan-Davis to my blog today. Me being me and liking all of the inside information and the gossip, I've given her a grilling....


Can you tell us a little bit about how you came to write erotic romance.
Would you believe I don’t really remember what led me to erotic romance instead of “regular” romance? I’ve always enjoyed reading the physical intimacy between heroes and heroines. Even as a teenager (yes, I was romance-corrupted early) my favorite bits to re-read were the love scenes. When I started writing I found myself focusing in close with tunnel vision on the hero and heroine. I didn’t care what else was going on around them or what happened to their families or friends. I wanted to immerse myself in the intensity of the up-close-and-personal, whether it was naked relations or fully-clothed non-sex relations.
When erotic romance hit the market with Ellora’s Cave way back when, I was intrigued, but I was still looking for the story I wanted to tell. I spent a few years telling stories I liked, stories I thought I should want to tell, until I finally found The Story. It was first published in an anthology, later revised and published by another e-publisher. I’m still trying to get that story right, believe it or not, and I’ll be re-releasing a third revised/expanded edition later in April, with fingers crossed that my 34-year-old author self has the experience and perspective my 26-year-old author self hadn’t quite yet found.
Where do you live?
Half the year I live in an urban swamp. The other half, I live in a manic weatherman’s wet dream, never knowing from one day to the next whether I’ll need a sunhat or a snow shovel. You probably know this place as the North American Mid-Atlantic.
Do you have a favourite book or series that you’ve written?
I really like most of my books but my favorite is a coin toss between ALL HE WANTS, a contemporary erotic romance about a U.S. Marine and his best friend’s very pregnant sister, and MORE THAN A MAN, a fanciful futuristic erotic romance set in a society where women have access to “perfect man” technology and can build husbands to their specifications. ALL HE WANTS has sexy baby belly sex, MORE THAN A MAN has steamy licorice tentacle sex (just trust me on this one and go read it), and I’m honestly not sure I could choose one of them over the other.



Any authors that particularly inspire you?
Inspired my material, no--not that I can point specifically at anybody and say “I want to write because of this book or this style of writing”. Inspired my career path, yes. Back in 2006 (I think! Memory is faulty now that I’m a mom) Crystal Jordan sold novellas to New York. Novellas! Nobody ever went anywhere with novellas…except she did, so I kept writing those short books I loved to write, and now here I am writing for a living.
Being “here” and “writing for a living” is a situation additionally inspired by my friend and mentor Minx Malone, who was the first person I knew writing those short little books, just like me, and reaching real, live readers in real, big numbers, through indie publishing. Minx’s success inspired me to give a good hard look at my own future in indie publishing. She, just like Crystal at one point, proved that readers want short books, too.
Do stories/plots come to you in a sudden flash or do the play in your mind weaving themselves together over a series of weeks?
Sometimes a flash, sometimes a slow build. It took me two…er, four…uh, five years to write the serial novel my paranormal alter-ego E.R. Davis is currently releasing. The characters and their world and their relationship kept evolving and I couldn’t find an end to it. I finally embraced Dessa and Teijon as being a couple that aren’t ready to be happy-ever-after yet, acknowledged they have more story to tell, and now I’m letting them have at it in big chunks of story at a time.
On the flip side, I wrote ALL THE SECRETS IN PEARL, the third novella in my historical western erotic romance series (Ellora’s Cave), in 72 hours. I spent more than a year trying to find James Carver’s story and one summer morning lightning struck my creative brain, James informed me that he was a gay man and I should stop trying to find his heroine and find him a hero. Three days later (without showers, I admit it) I had that dirty little M/M, F/F, M/F/F/M novella down on paper.
In short, I have no reliable method. I wake up every morning, cross my fingers, and hope my brain agrees to work its magic that day.
Have you ever used a real person as inspiration for a character?
Yes. Physically, anyway. Teijon Reyes, the hero of my (well, E.R. Davis’s) serial novel CHALICE BLOOD, was inspired by an extremely tall, extremely gorgeous man who took private electric bass lessons at the place that used to be my day job. I stalked--er, I mean researched--him online when I found out he was a camera man for a local television station, found a photo of him in nothing but swim trunks, emerging from the bay after doing a mid-winter dive for charity, and fell totally in lust with his body. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when Teijon popped into my head wearing that electric bass player’s heavy dreadlocks and yummy eight-pack.
Do you have a calling to one type of storyline, ie BDSM/suspense and if so what is it that appeals to you?
I seem to be drawn to two different kinds of characters more than storylines. I am completely infatuated with the sensitive alpha Dominant hero, whether he is engaged in the BDSM lifestyle or not, and I seem to keep picking up these slightly difficult women who need a firm but tolerant/understanding hand. My heroines are typically a little more tortured and unstable than my heroes, while my heroes are often the rock-steady voices of (mouth-wateringly-sexy, Dominant but not oppressing) reason.
My inner psychoanalyst says I write my difficult self into my heroines while writing my sensitive-and-rock-steady husband into my heroes. Except my heroines have unrealistically small, tight asses and my heroes have unrealistically massive dicks of doom. (Really good doom.)
Do you have a favourite cover model 
Of course I adore Jimmy Thomas. Who doesn’t? He’s the man behind the mouthwatering biceps on my stepcest novella, HOT FOR PEPPER (which includes a killer sex-in-a-closet scene - it will rev you up and leave your heart aching at the same time, and yes, I have completely abandoned all concept of modesty; it never was one of my stronger virtues, anyway).


Can you tell us a little about your family and how you manage to fit writing around them?
OMG, my family! Er, I mean, oh, my darling, precious family! I have a husband. He cooks professionally, which means he works the later shifts. Family dinners don’t really happen, but that’s OK, because I have a son. He is 15 months old and sometimes wants banana bread for dinner, sometimes only wants cheese for dinner. Makes it easy on me, right? All that time saved cooking, I get to channel into writing…in a perfect world.
In the real world I spend a great deal of time retrieving baby toothbrushes and baby spoons from the guinea pig cage (my baby-love likes to share with his piggy), hissing at my cat so she’ll stop hissing at my little guy, changing diapers, watching Pingu and Postman Pat, and saying “that’s mommy’s important document, please don’t mash your sweet baby hand on the delete key, thank you”. And did I mention the cat?
But I do manage somehow. I wrote TANGLED & BOUND with my son, then seven months old, napping in the crook of one arm while I hunched over him to reach my laptop with my free hand (much like I’m typing this paragraph right now, with him sleeping on my lap after his first wake-up of the night).


Earlier this year, while nursing myself, my husband, and my little man through a demonic string of winter plagues, I co-authored a holy-smokes-put-out-that-fire M/F/M (also M/M, the F isn’t always in the middle!) contemporary novella that will be available for the 2013 holiday season. It has a fabulous working title but the final title will depend on whether we sign it over to a publisher or self-publish. I wrote this novella with Elise Logan, who was my partner in MORE THAN A MAN and THIS FIRE.


So…I manage. I’m told it will get easier but I’m not convinced. Baby-love will be talking soon and I don’t know how many of my own words I’ll be able to squeeze in around his words. He might be more verbally prolific than I am textually prolific.
Can you choose six lines from your latest release to give us a taste of your heroes voice?
Sure! This is a teensy bit from CLAIMING LAUREN:



"I want to watch you squirm beneath a flogger," he whispered. "To whip your ass until it's striped red. But you came so hard, so perfectly, that I can't bear to punish you."Her breath rasped, just on the edge of control. Master stroked her throat, her shoulder, released one of her nipples from the clamp and immediately opened his mouth over the swollen tip. When the first sharp needle of pain hit, he was there, sucking and soothing.

What can readers expect from Emily Ryan-Davis in 2013?
I’m busy-busy this year. March saw the launch of a BDSM erotic romance series, eXclave, with CLAIMING LAUREN. Book 2 will be DOMINATING AMY (April), which is a revised/expanded edition of my very first BDSM romance. Book 3, KEEPING SAVANNAH (June), is a story about two people in a marriage of convenience that becomes a steamy D/s love match. I have tentative plans to release a fourth book in the fall. All I know about that one is the heroine’s name is Juliet, the hero’s name is Tony, and Tony will be either TEACHING JULIET or TRAINING JULIET. I think there’s a beach involved. And possibly very dirty swimming lessons.
My paranormal half, E.R. Davis, is publishing a serial novel. CHALICE BLOOD will be released during May and June as five parts of interracial sexy-in-a-really-dark-and-uncomfortable-way vampire romance. I have plans for the story to run after the five parts but I’ll need a wee bit of time to write them, so they might not happen until late 2013 or early 2014.
And then there will be the collaboration project with Elise Logan. Interested parties should start looking for that M/M, M/F, M/F/M contemporary goodness in November or December. Or they could sign up to receive my newsletter and just wait for me to notify them directly of its availability! In a show of my appreciation, everybody who’s signed up to receive my newsletter by April 22 will receive a special freebie surprise. So don’t dawdle!
Oh, and I just registered to attend Lora Leigh’s Reader Appreciation Weekend in September. Folks who wants to meet The Author (moi) in person should plan on attending. I’m much less long-winded in live conversation. ;)
Thanks so much for stopping by, Emily. For anyone wanting more of Emily's raunchy romance here are the links...

LINKS:
Web site: http://www.emilyryandavis.comFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/emilyryandavisTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/emilyryandavisNewsletter: http://www.emilyryandavis.com/newsletter/
Book links (Amazon)
Hot for Pepper: 
All He Wants: 
All the Secrets in Pearl
Claiming Lauren:  

This Fire:  
More than a Man: 
Tangled & Bound: 
HIDDEN and BITTEN

Anything For Him is FREE in the UK

If you are in the UK and have an Amazon account you can grab a FREE copy of Anything For Him - a dark, gritty erotic novel by myself and Natalie Dae. Nothing romantic about this one, it's all about seedy fantasies and obsessive desires. Free for a limited time only.
Amazon UK

Sunday Snog and Sexy Snippet Sunday @sexyreads

Some of you may remember that last week my co-author (Natalie Dae) and I offered MORE for FREE on Amazon. Well this week, we're giving away the next instalment, HARD.
HARD is a second person narrative following a couple who decide they're bored of quiet under the duvet late at night sex, and decide to add some rough and tumble, go for it fast and hard, sex into their lives.
Here is a sexy snippet...
I can smell you. Smell your cunt. I can tell it’s wet and you’re more than ready for me. Oh yeah, I feel you are, soaking my thigh through your knickers like that. Jesus, is that all it takes to make you wetter than you’ve ever been? Me pulling your hair until your cheek’s almost touching your shoulder? If I’d known that before... Damn, there’s still so much you haven’t told me, I’ll bet. Still things you want me to do. That’s it, hump my leg. Get yourself off that way while I tug and pull and yank—hair and tits, tits and hair—and kiss you so hard it’s like I’m trying to transfer every bit of me inside you. We’re one, we are—right now we’re one, wanting the same thing, reaching for the same thing. 
You can grab your copy of HARD at Amazon US and Amazon UK and if you want to enjoy MORE then that is also available at Amazon US and Amazon UK. At the end of each short story are bonus chapters from our other books. If you do grab copies of these books, please be sweet and LIKE the product page and our Facebook page.


Have fun, happy reading :-)
Lily x

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Oh, it's Saturday and you know what that means... spanking time!
This week another snippet from MORE by myself and Natalie Dae. This is a short erotic story written in the second person narrative and is about a couple enjoying a little spanking fun.




I did it once - it felt good, fuck, it looked good too. Your quivering butt globes offered up, my dick sliding into your slickness and heading towards a ball-squeezing crescendo. “Spank me,” you’d gasped, “Please, spank me. Spank me now.”After the shock of hearing those words had settled, my palm began to tingle. Then, before I knew what had happened, I’d hit you. A thrilling wave of absolute possession crested through me and I shunted in so deep I could feel your smooth, hard cervix on the head of my cock.My guts clenched as I watched the ripple of the impact glide over your soft flesh, wobbling the buttock I adored with every inch of my being.


If you enjoyed that little extract you can buy MORE from Amazon, and while you're there, grab yourself a FREE copy of HARD. Natalie and I are giving it away this weekend to all of our lovely readers and blog hoppers :-)

You can find out more about my naughty writing with Natalie on my website and look out for our Sexy as Hell Trilogy coming summer 2013. If you do get yourself a copy of HARD please like the product page on Amazon and our Facebook page - thank you, we hope you enjoy!


Saturday Spankings is a weekly blog meme devoted to spankings. Authors who write spanking stories post six to eight sentences from one of their books. Be sure to click through the list to read excerpts from all the participants. If you tweet, you can also follow the posts on #SatSpanks.