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Special Smut by the Sea offer for Valentine’s Day and beyond!

Victoria Blisse is here to tell us all about a very special event!



It’s recently been Valentine’s day and we all looked for something special to give to our loved ones. Sometimes though Valentine’s gifts last for no time at all, flowers wilt, chocolates get eaten, champagne drank. How about treating your other half to a great day out by the sea with extra added smutty fun?
Well, we’re offering Smut by the Sea tickets for £7.50 from now until  25st February 2013. This is a 25% off the usual price. This ticket will get you in to the Smut by the Sea Book launch with free nibbles and a glass of something bubbly plus readings that will get you in the mood for some seaside good loving.
Smut by the Sea takes place on the 22nd June at Scarborough Library. The event runs all day with readings and an erotic marketplace during the day (10am-4pm), featuring top authors like KD Grace, Janine Ashbless, Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Tabitha Rayne, Lexie Bay, Slave Nano and Ruby Kiddell.  And then the evening will showcase Smut by the Sea volumes 1&2 between 6-9 pm.


Pick up tickets for your beloved today and give a gift that will keep on giving! For more details check http://smutbythesea.co.ukand buy your tickets here http://smutbythesea.eventbrite.co.uk/

Sexy Reads

Sexy Reads has kicked off it's new Blisse Bites reviews with a great mention for Anything for Him, my co-author novel with Natalie Dae.

"A gritty read, not for those who like romance and light hearted-sexiness. This is seriously hot, a little disturbing and definitely gripping. If you don't mind a little blood, guts and dirt then this is a page turner that will keep you satisfied. These two authors are entertaining and write erotica exquisitely well."
Read more details and find reviews for other books HERE
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Mischief - publisher site, more buy links here

DESSERT gets 5 stars!

I'm thrilled that DESSERT my saucy novella in the Ellora's Cave for Men line, has just received a 5 star review from The Jeep Diva. This is what the reviewer had to say...



Erotically decadent describes Lily Harlem’s short story Dessert.  Recently divorced sportsman store owner John is invited to The Geisha Plate by a potential investment client. Little does John know that The Geisha Plate is a literal term for the high-end restaurant which practices the succulent art form of Nyotaimori.  Women are the naked canvas that food is erotically displayed on.  John has an oral feast not only eating from the exotically attractive woman but is feasted upon as well.
Tida works at The Geisha Plate, the canvas for John’s delectable dinner. After receiving his dessert from Tida, he is smitten and desires to meet her outside of her work setting. John hides in the alley behind the restaurant, only to scare Tida, and she walks away. Luckily for John, Tida is actually interested in him and approaches John at one of his stores.
You will never look at food the same way after reading this story. Mouthwatering sex radiated through the pages as John and Tida let all inhibitions go and had their way with each other. I loved the fact that the story was told from John’s point of view which added an element of fantasy meets realistic reality as John worshipped Tida with mind and body.
Ms. Harlem delivers pure sex as each sexual encounter upped the ante leaving any red-blooded person needing a cold shower. Reading this brilliant story will give you hours of ideas and pleasure, surely not to be missed - 5 STARS


DESSERT also received 5 Flames on their sex rating scale, which is not surprising as it's incredibly hot and steamy!


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Kinky Boots by KD Grace - OUT NOW!

After a sizzling encounter in DEMON HEELS, a quirky all-night shoe store, with the store’s hot owner, FINN MASTERS, JILL HART walks away in the most gorgeous boots ever. Her new boots come with an unexpected bonus, a sexy demon named ELEANOR, who’s looking for a good time. All she lacks is a body, and Jill’s will do nicely.
Jill quits her dead-end job and, not knowing what’s come over her stops by the nearest pub intent on doing tequila shots until she falls off the stool. Instead she does FINN MASTERS in the beer garden, unwittingly participating in her first ever threesome. The boots were the bait, the timing was right and Eleanor has new digs. It’s Finn job to prevent Eleanor’s misbehaving. His failure means he’ll have to ride shotgun and do damage control until Eleanor moves out at the next full moon.
With Eleanor in residence, Jill’s bolder, sexier, willing to take risks. But is she a whole new Jill, or is it just demon courage? And how will Finn feel about her when she’s just plain Jill again? Will the maddeningly magical ménage make Jill’s dreams come true, or will it break her heart?

Available from:

Mischief
Amazon UK
Amazon US

More links will be added here as they become available: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/kinky-boots/
*****
Excerpt:
There was a soft knock on the door and Meinrad entered the room with several hanks of what looked like ordinary rope. He nodded his greeting to Finn, then his gaze came to rest on Jill, and she felt her entire body blush at his inspection. ‘Turn around,’ he said.
She obeyed.
He made some sound low in his throat that could have passed as either approval or not. Then he placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her back to face him. She noticed he wore the Kinky Boots uniform T-shirt stretched tight across his very broad chest. The shop name was punctuated by the hard pressure of nipples on muscular pecs. The black jeans he wore rode low on his hips. The wave of lust that rushed over her was staggering. How had she not noticed how sexy he was?
Then Finn moved to stand beside him, and she understood. Even though Meinrad was by far the larger man, Finn dominated the room. Finn dominated the space. Finn dominated every second of the last twenty-four hours of her life, as though he had shoved his way in and pushed everything else out. It did things to her, that thought, things that were way beyond lust, things that were a lot more frightening than being possessed by a demon.
He stood gazing down at her from some neutral distance that made her feel very much alone, as though the world and everyone in it had receded, leaving her to await her fate. Eleanor was keeping a low profile. Finn spoke without preamble. ‘Unless something’s hurting you, while Meinrad’s binding you, you’re not to speak. You’re only to move when he moves you. You’re to do exactly as he says. You’re to accept what he does to you in total passivity. Is that clear?’
‘Is he going to fuck me?’ She was embarrassed the minute she said it but it was too late to take it back.
‘If I want him to, yes,’ Finn said.
If Finn wanted him to. Dear God, what was she doing? Suddenly she felt unsteady on her feet. She didn’t know Meinrad. Not like she knew Finn. And yet the thought of the big man hammering her with his enormous cock while she was all trussed up was at least as exciting as it was uncomfortable. The thought that he would do so only at Finn’s bidding excited her even more.
‘There’ll be no safe word,’ Finn continued. ‘All you have to do is tell Meinrad to stop. Or if at any time he thinks you’re not fit to continue, he’ll stop, and that’ll be that. Are we clear?’
She nodded. ‘And what about you?’
‘Meinrad’s acting on my behalf.’ Finn held her in a cool gaze. ‘He’ll do as I say, and so will you, unless you choose at any point not to play.’ For a long moment he studied her, as though he might see something, perhaps some flaw, perhaps some weakness, she didn’t know what. He seemed too far away to tell. She held her breath. Waiting.
At last he blinked and stepped back, still holding her gaze. ‘I’ll ask you again, Jill. Are you sure this is what you want?’
She nodded, afraid to speak for fear her heart would jump out of her throat. Then she remembered to breathe again.
Finn said nothing. He took her hands in his and offered them to Meinrad, who took both her wrists in one huge palm and tied them across one another in a simple looped knot from which she could have easily escaped if she’d wanted. Then he led her to the bed and guided her onto it. There, he secured her hands to the headboard with several feet of slack, enough to allow him to work around her and at the same time allow Finn to observe from every angle. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed Finn had pulled a ladder back chair to the side of the bed and sat emotionlessly looking on. A quick glance was all she got before Meinrad settled her into a kneeling position facing the wall with her hands resting on the headboard.
In the beginning, it felt as though she were being decorated with rope; that’s the best way Jill could describe what Meinrad was doing to her. The rope was softer than she expected it to be and not unpleasant against her bare skin. The embarrassment she felt came, flashed hot, then passed as Meinrad looped the rope and efficiently placed knots above her breasts and then below and then tightened and cinched his efforts until the harnessing effect squeezed and pinched and offered up each of her breasts in a tight little nest of rope, like ripe fruit topped by the cherry-hard rise of her nipples. She’d always had sensitive breasts and to have them so handled and bound made her whole chest burn with a need that was replicated in her pussy.
Meinrad worked in complete silence, his hands moving over her body as though she were nothing more than the canvas for what he was creating. His touch was exacting and his rhythm as he worked was hypnotic. Early on she realised that one of his hands was on her at all times. She remembered basic knot training from her childhood days in the Girl Guides. Right over left and under and through. Left over right and under and through. Rope threaded through competent fingers, rope slid over bare skin, coiling, twisting, binding, descending right over left and left over right, pressing a column of knots down the length of her spine before looping around her waist and embracing her belly. Again. And again. Yes, she was his canvas, and what he created took its shape against her flesh, but his art didn’t happen without exacting a price from him, and in her peripheral vision, as he reached around her to secure a knot over her navel, she caught a glimpse of the erection set tight in his black jeans, and she felt the hitch of his breathing not quite hidden in the rhythm of right over left, left over right. As he crossed the ropes around her body, she felt the heat of his breath whisper along her back next to the weaving and twisting and soft swishing of the rope along her spine.
With a tug of the rope every pore of her body responded to the tightening just as he nestled a knot against the pucker of her bottom and her gasp sounded like a rush of wind in the stretching silence. Meinrad gave a little pull and her clit hardened in empathy with the pressure between her buttocks. Then without warning, he slipped an arm around her and turned her over as he pulled two strands of rope up between her legs, up tight against her upper thighs like the elastic of knickers, or a tightly cinched climber’s harness. That done, with a deft movement of his fingers he secured a knot just over her clit, and this time she cried out in the strange mix of discomfort and arousal. The whole gape of her was pressed between the two strands of rope, knotted at fore and aft like a ship, narrow and thick-hulled.
There was barely time to get used to the strange rub and pressure between her legs, or the knot that felt like the tip of a thick finger attempting to breach her bottom, before Meinrad began to bind her thighs to her lower legs and ankles, making the position in which she knelt mandatory. With each knot, with each looping of the rope, he forced her bent legs further apart until she was wide open, yet at the same time held closed by the ropes between her legs. Bound and kneeling on the bed, she tried to breathe deeply, tried to fight back the panic of her own helplessness, something she had never experienced before. She was dangerously close to hyperventilating, and Eleanor seemed to be completely absent from the whole event.
‘Shall I continue?’ Meinrad asked.


                                                       *****
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast route across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Book two, Riding the Ether, is now available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall.
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Confession Time!

Please join me over at A Hopeful Romantic where I'm chatting about my days as a nurse in London and how I used memories to inspire Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse.

Best Sports Romance!

Thanks to everyone who voted for Cross-Checked, the second book in my HOT ICE series. It's just won Best Sports Romance over at Sizzling PR.

Okay, I’ll admit it, I have a crazy, lust-infused crush. Brick, the sexy right-winger of the Orlando Vipers, is the star of all my erotic fantasies. Just a glimpse of him has me panting. So when the chance to actually work with this hot hockey player comes along, of course I say yes!
Being a world-class athlete myself, I have a strategic plan to have him all tied up with lust and desperate for me too. The thing is, plans never go smoothly. Especially when my heart pedals right into the vulnerable game of love again—completely unprotected. 
Luckily this sinfully delicious superstar is just as hooked on me—phone sex, bondage, anal sex and rude piercings abound. Despite my tactical errors, Brick catches me when I fall, holds me when I cry and pleases me when I need it most. He’s hard on the outside, soft on the inside and plays one hell of determined game when it comes to finding the ultimate satisfaction.
The HOT ICE series can be enjoyed in order, or each book is perfectly fine as a stand-alone read. Buy links for Cross-Checked...
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Find out more about this best selling series by clicking below.

Tarzan of the Apes - PRINT EDITION

Today sees my Clandestine Classic - TARZAN OF THE APES - released in print. If you want to know more about all the fun I had sexing up this novel, head to my dedicated webpage.
Blurb
A handsome English aristocrat raised in the jungle by apes, self-sufficient, thriving on danger and with a head full of unanswered questions. Where is he from? Why is he different? What will satisfy the hunger that eats away at the very core of his being and finally feed his appetite for something other than food and shelter?

A delicate American woman, expected to be the best she can be and marry well, but with a craving for adventure and exploration as well as a hope in her heart to find true love with a man who can sweep her off her feet.
When the two very different souls collide, in deepest, darkest Africa, only one thing can happen, and it’s raw and feral. Lust a common language, satisfaction the ultimate goal. But will the gentleman outshine the savage-man? Is virtue to be honoured? And when faced with a civilised decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?

Reader Advisory: This book contains one scene of dubious consent.


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Swept Away Blog Hop

A big welcome to everyone joining me on the SWEPT AWAY BLOG HOP!

I’m enjoying taking a breath and relaxing as I’ve been rushed off my feet of late with two new releases before Christmas and three out over the last few weeks. Not only that, I’ve had stories included in various anthologies and have my work cut out in 2013 with a whole host of exciting new projects. Keep reading to find out all my juicy gossip.


In December the fourth book in my popular HOT ICE series, TEAMWORK, was published at Ellora’s Cave. (This erotic romance novel is fine as a stand-alone read or can be enjoyed as part of the Viper’s on-going story.) TEAMWORK is the ménage a trois novel of the five books, featuring two hot hockey players and one very lucky physiotherapist from Wales!
Blurb
What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty.
Todd is sex on a stick, a slice of man heaven, and I want a bit of the action, preferably of the bedroom variety. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, I find my head spinning and my libido raging.
What I didn’t bargain on is these hard-training, hard-playing hockey players working as efficiently off the ice as on when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal?
Reader reviews –
This book was great! Very sexy! The Vipers story continues more hot than ever! I loved every minute of it and read it twice. 5*
I recently discovered this author. This is the 4th book in this series & can't wait for the next. Great series. 5*
LOVED RAVEN! Loved him, loved him, loved him!!!! Did I mention that I loved Raven? Oh, I was so sad to have this one end, but boy did I enjoy every tantalizing bit of it! OH YUM! 5*

Read the first chapter of TEAMWORK HERE - 
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Just in time for Christmas stockings, came ANYTHING FOR HIM  an erotic novella published by Mischief at Harper Collins. This co-authored e-book written with Natalie Dae is dark and gritty and explores just how far one woman will go for the man she loves. It’s a rollercoaster ride of lust, dirty desires and some seriously hot sex scenes. Probably not for the faint of heart!
Blurb
I prefer to chase the news, not be the news. But when the delectable Liuz, with his uncannily accurate perception of my secret desires weaved his way into my life, it wasn’t long before I was in way too deep, submerged and intoxicated with a passion I was afraid was more than I could handle.
Or was it? Because although my heart was overwhelmed with feelings I had no resistance against, and while my deceitful body was consumed by a burning passion, I still had a plan. A plan I prayed would keep me afloat as I was pushed to the very edge of my limits, while the journey got tougher than even my wildest flights of fantasy could have imagined.
I claimed him and I felt that he was rightfully mine. My heart simply couldn’t beat without a permanent connection between our hearts, minds and bodies. Losing was not an option, not when my sanity depended on winning him.
Because I would, quite literally, do anything for him.

USA Today review just in –
"Anything for Him is an erotically enticing story about what one woman will do for the man she wants. I read this book in one sitting, devouring this story of desire and obsession." -  USA TODAY  - Kristina Wright
Read the first chapter HERE 
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Just out is another novella from Mischief, CONFESSIONS OF A NAUGHTY NIGHT NURSE. Drawing on real-life experiences from my time as a trauma nurse in London and adding a healthy dose of imagination into the mix, this story follows Staff Nurse Sharon Roane as she spends her nights doing good whilst being bad in the shadowy cupboards, corners and forgotten rooms of a Yorkshire hospital.
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.
Amazon US 
Amazon UK

Mischief - find all major retailers here.




February has seen two releases so far, the first is DANGEROUS TO KNOW. This novella isn't my  usual kind of erotic romance story, in fact there's no romance in it at all, that's why it's in the Exotika line at Ellora's Cave. DANGEROUS TO KNOW is seedy and dirty and is about New Yorker Karen realizing a dangerous whore fantasy with a man she really should have stayed well away from.
Blurb
For too many years I’ve hidden a sinful, erotic craving in the darkest corner of my soul. Within this deeply buried sliver, shameful fantasies rule and images—seedy, degrading, filthy images—burn through the dark of the night and hold my dreams hostage.
Luckily, the center of my whore obsession is keen to play my slutty game. I know nothing about him, other than his taste, touch and smell, but that’s how I want it, because the one thing I’m certain of is this man is dangerous to know. But despite the risks, in the very heart of New York, in open view, I’ll tempt him with my wares, show him my skills and prove I’m up for the job.
Ellora’s Cave   Amazon US   Amazon UK



As part of Total-E-Bound’s Clandestine Classic range, I’ve teamed up with the original author Edgar Rice Burroughs and added steamy jungle scenes to TARZAN OF THE APES. This is only one of several classics brought to life by various Total-E-Bound authors and inserts the sexiness that readers previously had to use their imagination for. It’s important to note that purchase price is only for the added words, not for the original work.
TARZAN OF THE APES by Edgar Rice-Burroughs and Lily Harlem is available from all good retailers in ebook and print (print - 28thFeb). 
Buy at Total-E-Bound       Amazon

Blurb
A wild man with primitive desires, will anyone be able to tame him?
A handsome English aristocrat raised in the jungle by apes, self-sufficient, thriving on danger and with a head full of unanswered questions. Where is he from? Why is he different? What will satisfy the hunger that eats away at the very core of his being and finally feed his appetite for something other than food and shelter?
A delicate American woman, expected to be the best she can be and marry well, but with a craving for adventure and exploration as well as a hope in her heart to find true love with a man who can sweep her off her feet.
When the two very different souls collide, in deepest, darkest Africa, only one thing can happen, and it’s raw and feral. Lust a common language, satisfaction the ultimate goal. But will the gentleman outshine the savage-man? Is virtue to be honoured? And when faced with a civilised decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?
Lots more Tarzan details, pictures, that famous yell and an excerpt HERE - 

ANTHOLOGIES


SEVEN DEADLY SINS is a print and ebook available from all good retailers and features seven saucy stories about venial vice! I chose the deadly sin of envy and my tale GREEN-EYED MONSTER features in this illustrated anthology.
Details of how this book was born at Eroticon 2012 and a sneaky peek at a naughty picture and buy links are on my website







Enjoy romance and eroticism together with this anthology of ten short and very hot stories selected and edited by Lovehoney. I have three connected stories nestled within these pages.


2013


The fifth book in the Hot Ice series HIGH-STICKED (my first m/m) will hit the shelves in the spring.


A new paranormal series begins in the summer. The first novel is BITE MARK, and yes, you guessed it, ménage a trois featuring dead sexy vampires!

I also have short story scheduled in TRIUMPHANT  a charity anthology, all proceeds go to raising money for women’s health issues.
And watch this space for more sexy novels from myself and my lovely co-author Natalie Dae…


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Thanks so much for joining me today, I'd like to give away a copy of any of the books mentioned in this blog post (except Triumphant). To be in with a chance of winning just leave me a comment telling me which book you'd like (plus format) and your email address and I'll choose a winner at random.

Lily x

Celebrating St. Valentine Blog Hop

Welcome to the Celebrating St Valentine Blog Hop! I'm going to share some sexy gossip with you about my latest release at Mischief Harper Collins - Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse !



I worked as a nurse in London, England for many years before I started writing erotic romance full time, so when Harper Collins asked me to be part of the 'Confessions' collection of short novels I jumped at the chance to put all my memories and experiences into a book. Of course the story is heavily embellished with my naughty imagination, but certainly the characters and the secret dark corners and the dynamics within staff relationships are all things I've drawn from my past. The heroine, Staff Nurse Sharon Roane, is a feisty but caring nurse. She above all wants to do good, but she has a higher libido than most, a slightly different approach to total-patient-care and ends up in hot water with her senior nurse and with the hospital's biggest player Dr Javier Garelli.

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.                                                * * * * *

What is it about nurses that's so sexy? Is it their uniform and the possibility of lace topped stockings beneath? Is it because they are allowed by the nature of their profession to breach personal boundaries? Personally I think it's a whole combinations of things, but whatever the sum total is, it sealed the deal for me, I met Mr Harlem when I was at work!!

Picture from LoveHoney
Here is a sexy snippet from Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, taken from about a third way through the book when junior doctor Carl Rogers takes Sharon to see a rather unusual evening's entertainment in one of the closed-for-the-night theatre suits! If you enjoy it please head over to Amazon and click LIKE and if you want to read the rest of the story go ahead and treat yourself to a copy.
Buy Links
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Excerpt
‘Are you ready for the last one?’ he asked, leaning forward and slotting his rigid cock into the cleft of her buttocks.‘Yes, oh, yes.’‘And have you learnt your lesson?’‘I have, Sir, oh, I have. Please.’‘Please what?’‘Please, my last one, my last spank.’He reared up, pulled his fingers from her and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He thrust into her and as he maxed out, balls deep, he struck her soundly across both buttocks.Emily arched her back, her spine as tight as a bowstring. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She clutched the table, trying, it seemed, to stop herself from being shunted completely off it.I licked my lips, teeth and gums — my mouth was dry. Oh, she was getting it good. Who would have thought old Hartley had it in him to bang so enthusiastically and with such an adorable sprinkle of kink?My nipples were tingling, my breaths coming faster. I was aware of my hips flexing ever so slightly as Hartley pumped into her, over and over. His white coat was flicking and flacking with his lurching movements. He’d gritted his teeth and was grasping Emily’s hips, pulling her onto himself at the same time as he pounded into her.‘Oh, God, oh, oh…’ Emily squirmed, her feet rising off the floor, her body a slave to his powerful lunges.‘Yes, yes, call me God,’ he snapped.‘God, oh please, Sir.’‘God.’‘God, oh, I’m coming now, please, can I, God?’‘Yes, yes come, now.’ He reached for her hair, a high ponytail on her crown, and tugged.Her whole body rose. Her breasts juddered within the confines of the tiny nurse outfit, her back became a deep curve, and then she came.The sounds of her gasping and panting through her orgasm made my knickers wet and a knot of need tightened in my stomach. Oh, she was coming good and hard. Just what I needed after the last few hours. An off-the-scale, mind-altering climax would do quite nicely to make me forget everything for a few moments.‘Ah, yes, you naughty, naughty nurse,’ Hartley shouted then flung back his head and groaned through his final strokes to satisfaction.I shifted my feet and realised I was holding my breath and my hands were clenched into sweaty fists. Damn, I was horny for it. I wanted what they’d just had, not necessarily with the flouncy outfit and the red arse, but a damn good shagging.I reached for Carl, curled my fingers with his, and noticed that his palm was damp, like mine.He looked at me and gave a lopsided grin. There was a slight sheen of sweat over his top lip.I jerked my head towards the door. It was definitely time to get the hell out, before we were either discovered or my rampant, libidinous side let loose and I hurled myself at the nearest available male.Carl!After a last glance into the theatre, the object of my desire nodded and we sneaked back through the anaesthetic room, out into the corridor and into the dark cupboard we’d come through.I stopped.So did Carl. ‘Oh my God,’ I whispered when the door shut, enveloping us in darkness. ‘How the bloody Nora did you know they were in there, doing that?’There was a small click and a bare bulb overhead gave out a pale light. We were surrounded by brown cardboard boxes full of bags of intravenous fluid.Carl released the light pull and it bounced towards the wall. He shoved his hand through his hair and puffed out his flushed cheeks. ‘I had to come down here last week, in the middle of the night, to get some Gelo for Eyre Ward. I was on my own, didn’t bother to turn any lights on, and went out of the wrong door, ended up in theatres.’‘It wasn’t locked?’‘No, I suppose someone forgot, keeps forgetting. Anyway, you can imagine my surprise when I heard a bang and a grunt from theatre three, went to investigate and saw old Hartley with his junk out and about to diddle his scrub nurse.’‘Jesus.’ I let out a low whistle of disbelief. ‘You’d think they’d go somewhere private and play, wouldn’t you?’He shrugged and ran his finger around the collar of his shirt. ‘I’m guessing it gives them a kick, doing it in there.’‘You think so?’‘Yes, absolutely, catching each other’s eye the next day over a patient. A theatre full of staff and only them knowing they were fucking like a couple of horny teenagers on that very table the night before.’I shook my head. ‘Yeah, I guess you’re right. Must be quite a turn-on pretending there’s nothing between them and waiting for the place to clear out.’Carl looked cute as a button. His slightly unkempt, unshaven style, with his tired, bespectacled eyes and his easy smile had definite appeal. ‘You’d think they’d worry, though,’ I said, stepping up close and touching the askew name badge on his white coat.‘About what?’‘That someone might see them at it.’‘At it?’ There was a definite sparkle in his work-weary eyes.‘Yeah, at it, screwing. They should have picked a nice, dark cupboard.’ I slipped my hands over his shoulders, drew my mouth close to his. ‘One with no windows, no prying eyes or nosy colleagues.’‘Like this one?’‘Yeah, just like this one,’ I whispered.‘Mmm.’I pressed my lips to his and was pleasantly surprised by the soft willingness of his mouth and his small intake of breath.He held my face, his big hands gentle on my cheeks and his fingers just slotting into my hair, over my ears.The kiss deepened, our tongues tangled and I leaned my chest to his. He slanted his head and explored my mouth with a sense of passion and reverence.  He tasted fresh, of water and mint. That lovely lemony scent of his that made me think of Mediterranean holidays swirled around me. A whimper of approval rumbled up from my chest and I ached for some action. I reckoned Carl was the perfect man for the job. If just his kiss had me throbbing, imagine how I’d feel when I actually got him inside me, pumping and grinding.I slid my hands down his chest, over his pale blue shirt to the buckle of his trousers.‘Sharon,’ he murmured through our kiss.‘Carl?’ I whispered, exploring lower, over his groin. I found what I was hunting for — a lovely, long hardness straining against his zipper.‘Please,’ he said, releasing my cheeks.‘Please what?’ I squeezed him again then gave a firm stroke, base to tip. Wonderful, he was swollen and full and I could even make out the flare of his glans through the material. How fast could we get naked?He groaned and reached for my wrists, held them tight as I worked his erection through the material.‘Bloody hell,’ he gasped, his hips rocking towards me and then away.‘You want me to suck you?’ I asked, speaking against his lips.‘Fuck. No.’I hesitated. It wasn’t often a guy refused a blowjob. ‘You just want to shag then?’‘No, yes, I mean…’‘What do you mean?’ I kissed over his cheek, found his ear and touched my tongue to the fleshy lobe. Cupped his balls with one hand and at the same time hunted for the zipper of his trousers and began to pull it down.‘I mean I don’t, I don’t want to…’ He yanked my hands upwards, so they were captured between our faces. ‘I don’t want to do anything.’ His voice was harsh, firm.I jolted, surprised by his sudden movement and shocked by his statement.He was staring at me intently, his eyes wild and his lips wet from our kiss. ‘Oh,’ I said, shock and confusion muddling in my mind. Didn’t he fancy me? Was he gay? No, I didn’t think either was the case. The hardness in his pants told an entirely different story. ‘But I thought…you’ve got a…’He swallowed, the sound noisy in the small room, and then blinked, long and slow, and sucked in a deep breath.‘But you’ve got a—’ I said.‘Tell me about it.’ His mouth twisted, as though he was in pain, and he gazed intently at me.‘And you don’t want to do something about it?’ I licked my lips and smiled my sweetest smile. ‘I’m happy to oblige. We’ve been putting this off for months now. You and me, naked, it’s inevitable.’‘I know.’‘And?’‘And yes, I would like to do something about it, with you. Soon.’That was more like it. I tried to step in close again but he kept me at a distance with outstretched hands. Like I was some kind of sex monster about to rape him. ‘Carl?’ Now he was hurting my feelings.‘I’m sorry, it’s just…’I tugged at my wrists and he released them. My body was humming. I was hot for it but it seemed I wasn’t going to be getting any. ‘What. It’s just what?’ I snapped.‘I like you,’ he said, reaching out and touching my cheek. ‘I mean I really like you.’‘So what’s the problem?’ I couldn’t help my pout. He shook his head and looked down at his feet.‘Tell me, damn it. You drag me here to watch a damn sex show that gets me all horny for it, and then bring me in a dark cupboard, kiss me —’


Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse isn't the only new book I have out this month, I also have Tarzan of the Apes, Clandestine Classic. In this story (ebook and print) I've added all the steamy scenes so readers no longer have to imagine what Jane got up to in the jungle with her sexy wild man. Loads more details about this exciting project and buy links HERE.


Also new out is Dangerous to Know published in the Exotika line at Ellora's Cave - no romance in this short story, it's all about the sex and follows one woman as she explores a dangerous whore fantasy in New York's back alleys.
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To celebrate St Valentine's Day I'm going to be giving away a copy of HIRED which is the first in my HOT ICE series and is super sexy AND super romantic - well, as romantic as a big, hard hockey player can be anyway! (pdf, e-pub or mobi) Please leave a comment in the box below telling me who you'd like to send a secret Valentine card to. Winner will be announced by the blog hop host (don't forget to add your email address). Good luck.




One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh, so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the truth that I’d been hired to entertain him a secret at all costs…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost my destiny.


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Sunday Snog - Tarzan of the Apes

I've been having lots of fun adding sexy scenes into Edgar Rice Burroughs wonderful novel Tarzan of the Apes. This extended version is now available so all you lovely people who, if you're like me, have always wondered what Tarzan and Jane got up to in the deepest, darkest jungle, can find out!
The Classics Exposed…
A wild man with primitive desires, will anyone be able to tame him?
A handsome English aristocrat raised in the jungle by apes, self-sufficient, thriving on danger and with a head full of unanswered questions. Where is he from? Why is he different? What will satisfy the hunger that eats away at the very core of his being and finally feed his appetite for something other than food and shelter?
A delicate American woman, expected to be the best she can be and marry well, but with a craving for adventure and exploration as well as a hope in her heart to find true love with a man who can sweep her off her feet.
When the two very different souls collide, in deepest, darkest Africa, only one thing can happen, and it’s raw and feral. Lust a common language, satisfaction the ultimate goal. But will the gentleman outshine the savage-man? Is virtue to be honoured? And when faced with a civilised decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?
Reader Advisory: This book contains one scene of dubious consent.



They stayed by the waterfall for some time like this, Tarzan enjoying touching Jane more than he had ever enjoyed anything in his life, Jane amazing herself at how comfortable she was with this wild man doing such forbidden things to her body.Eventually she cupped his jawline in her hands and raised his attention back to her face. “Kiss me again, on my mouth,” she whispered.Although Tarzan had no comprehension of her words, he knew well enough what she wanted. The rise of colour on her cheekbones, the parting of her lips and the wideness of her pupils was a universally known expression.She wanted him, there was no doubt about it.He took possession of her mouth again, causing her to fling her arms around his neck and press herself into his body. Her breasts flattened on his chest and his hard cock once again prodded into her stomach. Their tongues tangled in a wild dance, jabbing and licking, exploring and tangling.Jane was being carried away on a wave of sexual excitement. No longer shocked by the erection nudging firmly into her abdomen, she was in awe of it, curious beyond belief. Was it real? Was that how big penises were or was Tarzan an exceptionally well-endowed individual?“Oh,” she said into his mouth. He’d picked her up, scooping her buttocks into his hands and hoisting her in the air as though she was no heavier than a feather. Her natural reaction would have been to wrap her legs around his waist to secure herself, but being utterly naked, the modicum of modesty she had left prevented her from doing so and she remained straight as a pencil.Tarzan waded through the water, toward the grassy bank, succeeding in continuing to kiss Jane thoroughly as their bodies emerged from the water. Eventually he laid her down on the soft grassy bank and hovered over her, his arms locked, his body resting lightly on hers.Jane looked up at his handsome face, at the way the water hung in his hair and trickled down his neck, dripping onto her skin. His eyes were full of love and devotion, his weight resting on her the most wonderful feeling in the world, and his cock, pressing through his loincloth, she could feel its majestic strength butting onto her mound of pubic hair.Suddenly he was kissing her again, and taking control of the kiss too. She felt as though his confidence had boosted, he knew she wanted him, that she enjoyed kissing him. But there was so much more to be had. She knew that. She wanted to be closer still, to have them become as one. Her entire body cried out for that connection, for an absolute joining with this man that outshone all others.
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Want to find out more about all the fun I had writing Tarzan and enjoy another excerpt? Head on over to my dedicated Tarzan website page. And if classics getting the hot and spicy treatment is just your thing then head on over to the Clandestine Classic blog and discover more great reads.

Thanks for stopping by this very special edition of Sunday Snog. I'm going to be giving away an pdf copy of Tarzan of the Apes to one lucky commentor - good luck and don't forget to leave your email address.