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Wuthering Nights by Emily Bronte and IJ Miller

 Romantics everywhere have been enthralled by Emily Bronte's classic novel of the tragic love between beautiful, spirited Catherine Earnshaw and dark, brooding Heathcliff. The restrained desire between these two star-crossed lovers has always smoldered on the page. And now it ignites into an uncontrollable blaze. In WUTHERING NIGHTS, writer I.J. Miller reimagines this timeless story to reveal the passion between Catherine and Heathcliff--in all its forbidden glory.
Set against the stark, raw beauty of the English moors, Heathcliff, an abandoned orphan, recognizes his soulmate in wild, impulsive Catherine, the only woman who can tame his self-destructive nature. And Catherine cannot deny the all-consuming desire she feels for him, despite his low birth. Together they engage in a fiery affair--one that will possess them, enslave them, and change their destinies forever...
THE INTERNET CHANGED MY NAMEby I.J. Miller
For most of my adult life I have been a two-career person.  There were many years that I was a full time writer who coached college tennis part time on the side.  There were many years when I was a full time college tennis coach who wrote part time on the side.  Now I am just a full time writer.  My first novel was published when I was (very) young, in the 1980’s.  Despite the book having explicit sexual content, I used my real name, the same one I used for coaching.  The book wasn’t famous and neither was I.  It was easy to keep the coach and the book completely separate.  Seven years later, it was out of print.  I even mentioned in my coaching bio that I was a published writer.One day in the late 90s, one of my college players came up to me and said she saw my novel on Amazon.  I asked her what Amazon was and she explained that it was a website that sold books and that used copies of mine were available for purchase.  I told her that the book had strong sexual content, it would probably weird her out because I was her tennis coach, and that I didn’t want her to buy it.A few days later she told me she bought the book.  I told her that no matter what she shouldn’t read it.A few days later she told me she read it.  Worried, but curious, I asked her what she thought.  She said she hadn’t really read it, but skimmed it.  College kids.  We never spoke about it again, but about a year later, after becoming more website savvy, I searched my name on Amazon and saw not only the book, but that my player had written a rave review.Either way, as the times got more conservative, and everything one did had a chance to explode in cyberspace, I thought it was best to keep the university employee and racy novelist as separate as possible.  I soon took “published writer” out of my coaching bio and published all of my subsequent erotic books under my current writing name, I.J. Miller.  Now that I am not coaching anymore I can probably go back to using my full first name.  But if I do, no one will find me on the internet.
ABOUT I.J. MILLER
I.J. Miller is the author of five, distinct, literary, erotic works of fiction: SEESAW was translated into two languages, with over 130,000 copies in print; WHIPPED appeared in both English and German; SEX AND LOVE, a collection of short stories, made its debut in the summer of 2011; CLIMBING THE STAIRS, a novella, was released just a year later.  His latest novel, WUTHERING NIGHTS , is an erotic retelling of Emily Bronte’s classic, Wuthering Heights, and is published by the Grand Central Publishing imprint of Hatchette Books.  It is available now as an e-book and will be in bookstores in trade paperback on April 23.  Miller has a Master of Fine Arts from the American Film Institute and has taught creative writing and screenwriting at the university level.
Website: http://www.ijmiller.com.Twitter: https://twitter.com/HeathcliffianFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/ij.miller.5
EXCERPT FROM WUTHERING NIGHTS
Just before the light of dawn, not long after Nelly had left his bedside, the dark figure of Heathcliff moved swiftly along the moors. He carried nothing, for he owned nothing. He wore no shirt, for the one he possessed, a bloody mess, was left in the barn. He soon arrived at Black Rock Cragge, surveyed the surrounding landscape of the place he called home since arriving from Liverpool. To the north, was Thrushcross Grange. To the south, was Wuthering Heights. To the east, first light of day was about to break, but there was only a slight clearness above the horizon. The rest of the sky was a charcoal black of storm clouds.Heathcliff stood, shirtless, at the edge of the precipice, fifty feet above the pool and sharp pointed rocks where Catherine and he had sealed their vow, arms rising up to the heavens, palms turning outward, as he welcomed the tempest.The storm came rattling over the moors in full fury. The hard rain struck his face.  There was a violent wind, as well as thunder, and a bolt of lightning revealed a twisted smile on his face.He had listened to his beloved speak of the many ways she loved another.He had heard his darling say that to marry him would degrade her.He had heard his most venerated speak words that violated their sacred vow.He had allowed a cowardly bully to have his way with him.He had endured the pompous and shallow Linton family separating him from his treasure as if he were trash to be tossed to the pigs.He knew now that he could have had his way with Catherine at any time: in the garret on Christmas night, during their stolen moments in the fields, if he had wanted to take her the way he had Nelly this very eve and that she would have been powerless to resist the strength in his hands, the fire in his eyes, the hunger in his mouth, the forceful strength between his legs.Even now….If he wanted her.But after all that had happened tonight he could not see one, single, solitary way to have Catherine in the truest of forms. He could love her as Heathcliff: falling to his knees for the chance to place his lips upon her feet, rising each day simply to rest his eyes upon her loveliness, baring his soul just to receive her simplest of touches. But she needed more, much more. She needed Edgar as well. And though the lad was as spineless as a worm, he had the fair skin and blue eyes of a gentleman, the costume and manners of a man of dignified birth, the wealth and station of someone who could fulfill Catherine with the luxury of life at the Grange and the noble status of being called his wife.What was the point if he could not have her completely and she would not be satisfied with all that was him?But should they all be absent of the suffering that ripped through his soul as the storm whipped through the firs on the moors?“NAY!” shouted Heathcliff to the sky, daring God to strike him down now if he so planned.But as bolts of lightning came and went, from sky to ground, all around the moors, there was nary a flicker at Black Rock Cragge.“Then a curse be on them!” cried Heathcliff. “A curse for a thousand years and more. I place a curse on the Earnshaws and Lintons, for all the pettiness you inspire, the meanness of spirit you invoke, and because you would not allow two people to love in the pure righteous way that lay buried in their hearts.”A loud, angry bolt came crashing down, but it did not strike Heathcliff and he continued to smile.“A curse on all those Earnshaws and Lintons living and all those to be born! For as I stand here on the cragge, as long as I draw breath, and even from the hell where I will surely land, I will reap pleasure from seeing each and every one of you suffer!”Despite the rain pounding his face, Heathcliff let out an horrific, bone-chilling, bloodcurdling scream that paled the death cry of any wounded animal, a scream that startled awake and went down the spine of each Earnshaw and Linton like a razor splitting a soul in two—although they could not be sure it was human, animal, or just the storm they had heard—disturbing deeply every last one of them, including the baby curled inside Mrs. Earnshaw.And then he jumped.

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Anything for Him - FREE first chapter

Anything for Him, my co-authored novel with Natalie Dae, is now featured on D Renee Bagby's first chapter blog!

Sneak Peek and Sunday Snog - Smut for Chocoholics #SneakPeekSunday

Pucker up - it's Sunday and time for a sneak peek at another snog. This week it's a delicious one from Red Carpet Sweat my short story in the erotic anthology Smut for Chocoholics. After years together Hollywood A-lister Tatyana is finally getting up close and personal with her sexy bodyguard, but all is not as it seems...




Suddenly I was in the air. He’d swooped me up, without breaking the kiss, and was striding toward the bed.He dropped me on the covers, knocking the breath from my lungs. “Get those scraps of material off,” he said, nodding at my bra, pulling free his tie and tossing it aside.I did as he asked though my hands were shaking. I was so turned on, but also apprehensive. I’d never seen Krane moving with such urgency - except that time he’d taken the bullet, but that was all a bit of a blur. Now he was undressing with flawless efficiency, removing his clothes and toeing off his shoes. The look on his face was one of focus and determination. I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d unleashed.

Saturday Spankings - The Glass Knot #SatSpanks

Another Saturday means another spank - just one quick slap today but hopefully you'll want more from The Glass Knot, my m/m/f novel available from Amazon.



Releasing the mirror with one hand, I spread my palm over her head and sank my fingers into the soft hair piled there, needing connection as I came.She was sucking with vigor, her hands in on the act, cupping and rotating my balls, sliding up and down my shaft whenever she went shallow. And her tongue, her wicked tongue, was playing with my slit, flicking across my frenulum. Juicy little slurping noises rose from her mouth as she increased her pace. “Oh, oh, I’m coming,” I warned. Though it didn’t matter, both of my generous lovers liked me to come in their mouths, but it seemed gentlemanly to warn of its impending arrival. “Yes, come, come, now, with me,” Josh ordered. His hand came down on my ass in a stinging slap, and I allowed all the wild, glorious sensations I was being bombarded with, to erupt, burst out of me in a raging, torrent of release. 

Thank you for stopping by :-)
Lily x

Feeling Lucky?

A big welcome to the Lucky in Love Blog Hop and happy St Patrick's Day.


1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more! 
It's great that you're here and are you feeling lucky? Not just with the awesome prizes that are on offer but in the other department too, that's right, love...?
For many of us love comes along when we least expect it. Sometimes it's a bolt out of the blue, the connection of eyes across a crowded room or spotting the perfect denim clad butt strolling down the street! For others it grows slower, from friendship, getting to know the person first and then letting the love and lust bloom.
Whatever way it hits, you're definitely lucky to find love. Certainly that's the way I feel. I met my lovely Mr Harlem at work. I was nursing in a London hospital and he was a friend of a friend, we were introduced and then our paths kept crossing. It was like after we'd noticed each other there was a certain magnetism there.
After a while he asked me out for a drink. It was just the hospital social club but it worked for us, it was nice and relaxed and he was easy going. The next week we to see a film - I think it was one of the Lethal Weapon movies, not everso romantic but I had a thing for Mel Gibson at the time so it worked for me. Soon we'd got in the habit of spending more and more time together and I found myself looking forward to seeing him, it became the highlight of my week.
I did feel very lucky, because he seemed to feel the same way. Love had caught us in it's delicious trap and we we're happy to be captive.

Soon it worked out we had a week off together and he suggested a trip away to a sunny climate. Perfect to escape the grey drizzle that London had been swamped in. Needless to say we had a wonderful time, cocktails on the beach and long sultry nights. The perfect antidote to our high-paced jobs. 




I don't think we were unusual to meet at work, that's how a lot of people get lucky. Certainly the nurse in my latest Harper Collins release gets incredibly lucky. Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse is all about her sexy dark corner antics. She really is incorrigible, but I adored using memories and incidents from my nursing days as I wrote this story. It was so much fun and certainly full of late night shenanigans.


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I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. Needless to say I’ve seen it all over the years, been there and done that, what’s left to shock me isn’t worth knowing. But it’s so often the quieter nighttime where the real high jinx abound.


Yes, the nocturnal life is the one for me. With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats and dangling stethoscopes, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cozy linen cupboards.

Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t? But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me. A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme.
Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse isn't my only book that sees couples getting together in the workplace. The hockey players in my Hot Ice series manage this too...




I'm going to give away a copy of Hired (ebook pdf) to one lucky winner who leaves a comment telling me which of my book covers is their favourite - check out the sidebar on the right. Don't forget to leave your email address in the comment box so I can send the prize if you win.
All my books are also available on Amazon US Amazon UK Kobo B&N, ARe, Sony, plus many more...


Thanks for stopping by and have fun hopping.

Lily x

A Lip Smacking Story!

When I got an email from Kev Mitnik of Sexy Reads asking me if I’d like to write for a chocolate anthology I didn’t hesitate to say yes, even though my to-do list was as long as my arm. I couldn’t resist, a bit like the real thing if I’m honest, chocolate just talks to me, beckons me, orders me to bend to its will!
I’ll be truthful here though, I had to wait a while for inspiration to strike. I had a few ideas; chocolate fondue’s featured in the majority of them along with gorgeous naked men with eager tongues and plenty of marshmallows and strawberries. I won’t deny I was heading down that track, but then I watched an American award ceremony and was totally taken by something that was going on just off scene.


The A-lister actress – I’m not sure who she was – was swanning down the red carpet looking absolutely divine in a long scarlet dress, and in the background, watching her every move and looking as equally delectable, was a big guy in a black suit with an ear piece. Obviously her bodyguard.


The relationship between the two intrigued me. She glanced at him only once as she made her way into the posh hotel, or was it a theatre, and that was when someone jumped a barrier nearby. Regular security pushed the rogue fan away, no harm done and she smiled throughout the whole ordeal. But that split second of connection, that glance, spoke volumes. In it was trust, reassurance, a willingness to do as instructed all coated in this need to keep up appearances. She was fine, all was cool. She had her back up plan, her knight, her protector.
It was then that I got back to thinking of my chocolate story again. I wanted it to be a bit different, and rather than a tale about gorging on the lovely stuff, I thought how about just a nibble, just a tiny bit. Will it still have the same psychological impact? The same heavenly moment of YUM? I decided it would because it’s all about the person indulging, we’re all so different, and lets face it, none more so that the Hollywood starlet. And the pressure on her, to get into that dress, size 0, it must be phenomenal.
So that’s how Red Carpet Sweat was born. Hot young actress, gorgeous bodyguard willing to do anything for her, and a tiny but perfectly placed chocolate bar that releases sin and temptation. Phew - the temperature soon cranks up to melting point in that hotel room!
You can get your copy of Smut for Chocoholics here and indulge in many more tasty stories from a host of deliciously naughty authors.

Lily x

Smut Alfresco edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse

Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.
From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.
Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.
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*****
Excerpt from Being Free by Lucy Felthouse
Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with far more force than was necessary. She flinched, thinking perhaps she might have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal components. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s computer, after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And it would serve them right, too. Bastards.
The reason she was pissed off was the fact she was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous afternoon her useless boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday, no matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the weekend, meaning it was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a pay rise for two years, and when she went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a thank you, let alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, either.
Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try and sack her—she wasn’t doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life any more hellish than it already was.
She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair careening backwards across the room until it hit the wall. She shrugged again, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it had been an accident.
Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed off at her employers, not the environment—she left the offices, setting the alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card into her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay for her stunt on Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was just desperate to get out. Into the countryside, or, given she was in central London, to a green space, at the very least.
From where she worked, Green Park was probably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens were bigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could just be by herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.
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Coming Soon - Breathe You In

Huge thanks to Posh Gosh for this wonderful cover art for my new novel Breathe You In.

Sneak Peak and Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sneak Peak Sunday and Sunday Snog - the perfect way to whet your appetite and satisfy your craving all at the same time!


This weeks sexy moment comes from Cross-Checked, the second novel in my HOT ICE series. (Though it can be enjoyed as a stand-alone read.)




I'm feeling particuarly proud of Brick and Carly's story at the moment as it recently won Best Sports Romance of 2012 at Sizzling!



This snippet is taken from a third of the way into the book. Carly has gorgeous hockey star Brick exactly where she wants him - naked, hard and tied to a bed!


I stuck my hand in my bag and pulled out my new raspberry lipstick. Slowly I took off the lid, rolled it to full height and added an extra layer to my mouth “Does this color suit me?” I asked, rolling my lips in on each other.“Yeah,” he said, “it’s real sexy.”I bent and placed a kiss on his stomach. Just above his navel. It left a bright, glossy mark on his skin.“How’s that?” I asked.“A bit lower would be really good.” His mouth tipped into a smile.

You can find out more about HOT ICE on my website and grab yourself a copy of Cross-Checked from all good ebook retailers, including Amazon, Are and Ellora's Cave

Have a great Sunday :-)

Lily x

Saturday Spanking - Naughty Nurses #SaturdaySpanking

Welcome spank peddlars to another Saturday Spankings! This week I'm giving you a few lines from my latest release at Mischief Harper Collins - Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse. This sexy spanking moment is taken from a voyeur scene about a quarter of the way into the book. Carl - a cute-as-a-button junior doctor - has taken Nurse Sharon to secretly watch some naughty slap and tickle the senior consultant and the head theatre nurse are enjoying in the dead of the night. And you've guessed it, right in in the operating theatre they've been working in all day. How deliciously naughty is that!


   I clenched my thigh muscles. There was no denying the fact that I was getting turned-on watching their little show. There was a heat building in my pelvis and my clit was swelling, buzzing with a rush of blood.   I glanced at Carl. He was staring through the window, wide-eyed, lips parted. I wished I could see if he had a hard-on. I’d bet my last pound that he did. What guy wouldn’t get stiff seeing a hot nurse spanked and fingered?   Swallowing tightly and pressing the tops of my legs together, I returned my attention to the theatre.

BLURB

When scalpels are set down, the ward lights turned off and the patients asleep, there is always time for mischief …

I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. Needless to say I’ve seen it all over the years, been there and done that, what’s left to shock me isn’t worth knowing. But it’s so often the quieter nighttime where the real high jinx abound.

Yes, the nocturnal life is the one for me. With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats and dangling stethoscopes, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cozy linen cupboards.

Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t? But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me. A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme.



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