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March 8, 2013
Lakeland Heatwave Book 3: Elemental Fire by K D Grace
Please welcome my lovely friend KD Grace to my blog today. She's sharing all the details of her steamy new book Elemental Fire, the third book in her Lakeland Heatwave series - enjoy!
Obsessed with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda. The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
More buy links added here as they become available: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-3-elemental-fire/
*****
Excerpt:
The demon, Lucia, studied Kennet for what might have been ages, and he felt as though the pressure of her scrutiny would crush him.‘I have never worn man flesh.’ She nodded down to his penis.He blushed and surged and blushed again. His heart raced. ‘Does it make a difference?’She shrugged, still studying his cock as though she’d never seen one before. ‘Not really. Flesh is flesh.’ On a whim, she reached out and stroked his erection, and he gasped as the touch of her shivered up his spine and blossomed bright inside his head. She continued to touch him, but her eyes were now locked on his face, and he tried desperately not to thrust against her. ‘I am only touching your cock, Kennet Birch, and it is all you can do to keep from spilling your seed at my feet.’‘That is the most sensitive part,’ he breathed. ‘Of a man, I mean.’She moved closer and ran a splayed hand up over his ribs. And he did spill his seed with a desperate gasp as though he could never get enough oxygen again. And he was embarrassed and terrified and angry, and it was as though the whole range of emotions exploded in his head in an instant. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, and for a split second the world flashed before his eyes more vivid, more perfect, more complete than he had ever seen it before. He knew things, he saw things, he felt things, things beyond him. And he would have dropped again to his knees, but he couldn’t, not held in her gaze as he was. ‘I have barely touched you and you are overwhelmed, Kennet Birch. Do you really think you can survive my possession of you?’He forced himself to hold her gaze, trembling suddenly as though he were in the grips of some powerful illness. All of him ached, and he knew the real world was bleeding through. There was very little time. ‘I won’t survive if you don’t possess me. My coming to you has guaranteed that.’ He wrapped his arms around himself as the shakes became more violent. ‘You said it yourself, I have nothing to lose.’‘And why would I want a sick and broken male body?’ She asked. Her eyes blazed in the dance of firelight that always seemed so close to her. ‘If you possess me, you can heal me,’ he said. ‘And anyway, if you possess me and I die, well it really doesn’t matter at this point.’For an eternal moment she studied him. She studied him until he looked away. His head was fuzzy, his body ached even in the dream world. He couldn’t hold much longer. She lifted his chin once again so that he met her gaze, and the shakes stopped. The pain went away. He felt his head clear. ‘If I do what you ask of me, even though you live, your life is forfeit. You know this?’‘I know,’ he breathed. ‘It doesn’t matter. ‘You say that now in your hour of need. But when that passes, when you are whole and stronger and healthier than you have ever dreamed possible, when your heart heals and you learn to love again, you won’t be so anxious to let go of what is rightfully mine when the time comes.’He suddenly felt more pain than he knew existed in the whole world, and none of it was physical. He inhaled breath that felt like shards of stone. ‘I’ll never know love again. I’ll never know life again, so there’s really nothing you can take from me that isn’t already long gone.’Her gaze softened, and somehow he found that infinitely comforting. Then she moved closer and kissed him, slowly, languidly, as though they had all the time in the world, and his cock was hard again. She stepped back from him. One shrug and the robe of fire fell away, and the glow of her body flashed bright, then dimmed and steadied until he could see details, erect nipples atop high breasts, rounded hips, a golden splash of curls at the juncture of her thighs. ‘I am not like him,’ she said softly. ‘It gives me no pleasure to make those who dwell in the flesh my puppets. You will be, how is it you put it these days, you will be in the driver’s seat.’ She took him into her arms and kissed him hard, and when he feared he would disgrace himself again with his cock pressed up tight against the top of her belly, she pulled away. ‘However,’ she said. ‘If I grant your request, then I will possess you. All of you. You will belong to me, your life will mine.’ She gaze was painfully bright. ‘And if you earnestly wish to be rid of Deacon, then you will do as I say for as long as it takes us to accomplish our task, and it will take time. I know him. You don’t. I’m his equal. You’re not. And one more very important thing, Kennet Birch.’ She stroked his hair gently and whispered against his lips. ‘Never, never forget how badly I can hurt you if you defy me.’ Then she guided his hand down over her pubic curls. ‘If my terms are not acceptable to you, then you must return to your body and face your fate.’Boldly, brazenly, he slid a finger down low and circled her clit, and her eyes fluttered. ‘If it weren’t acceptable to me, I wouldn’t be here,’ he answered.She took his hand and guided him back to a chair that appeared from out of nowhere. It looked like a golden throne with no arms. What? Was he to petition her? He didn’t understand. But it was no throne at all. She pushed him down on it and stood before him caressing her breasts until her nipples were stiff and swollen. Then she raised one perfect leg and set her elegant Botticelli foot on his thigh, affording him a view of her wet and fiery depths. ‘I do not enter through your breath, Kennet Birch,’ she said. ‘As sex is your magic, so is it mine. You will go in through me, inside out. And your hunger for me will pull me into you when your libido surges brightest.’And he was sohungry for her. She filled his head and his body with an aching want that even if he were not a practitioner of sex magic, he would understand was not mundane. And in his case, the fear that he would die if he didn’t have her here and now was a very real one. That he might die even if he did, that her possession might be too much for him, well that was a risk he was more than willing to take. ‘Are you certain this is what you want, Kennet Birch?’ she asked him as she moved onto his lap, positioning herself, opening her sex with her fingers.‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.’ Even as he said it, he realized how silly that sounded, since either way his life as he’d known it was over.‘Very well then.’ She settled to the point of contact, to the point at which he could just feel the head of his penis against the resistance of her opening. He reached for her breasts, and with the hand not busy between her legs, she cradled his head and drew him near so he could nurse. The electrical shock through his body caused him to jump and jerk, and at that very instant she settled onto him, sheathing him tightly, deeply, and he knew he was dying. This was the point of no return. It was as though the tight wet pull of her swallowed him whole. Then she cupped his chin and held his face again so he couldn’t look away from her shining eyes. Her voice was like warm honey, thick and sweet, and he felt the sound of it in his very marrow, in his very soul. ‘You are mine, Kennet Birch. No longer are you your own. I possess you, body, soul and life force. Even in name you are now mine, Kennet Lucian. You are mine until I have no further use for you, until I have used you up.’ She gripped him hard and he exploded inside her and the world blew a part into tiny particles and disappeared like flecks of dust in the darkness. ****‘Bloody Hell! Dr Allen! Doctor Allen! Get over here. Now!’Kennet inhaled delicious, abundant air as though he’d just remembered how to breathe. Then he fought his way up from under an unruly sheet to sit up on the bed. A woman and a man in hospital scrubs stood either side of him, holding him, and there was chaos and someone was yelling. It took him a second to register that it was him yelling over and over again, ‘Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?’ And then the bright lights, the gurney with a body shrouded in a sheet next to him all came into focus. ‘Jesus! What the fuck am I doing in the morgue?’The woman in scrubs standing next to him looked pale and her hands were unsteady. ‘Mr. Birch,’ she said, doing her best to stay calm. ‘You were pronounced dead almost fifteen minutes ago.’
*****About KD Grace
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 rout 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. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire , are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis , books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.
Find K D Here: Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/ http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace
Obsessed with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda. The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
More buy links added here as they become available: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/lakeland-heatwave-book-3-elemental-fire/
*****
Excerpt:
The demon, Lucia, studied Kennet for what might have been ages, and he felt as though the pressure of her scrutiny would crush him.‘I have never worn man flesh.’ She nodded down to his penis.He blushed and surged and blushed again. His heart raced. ‘Does it make a difference?’She shrugged, still studying his cock as though she’d never seen one before. ‘Not really. Flesh is flesh.’ On a whim, she reached out and stroked his erection, and he gasped as the touch of her shivered up his spine and blossomed bright inside his head. She continued to touch him, but her eyes were now locked on his face, and he tried desperately not to thrust against her. ‘I am only touching your cock, Kennet Birch, and it is all you can do to keep from spilling your seed at my feet.’‘That is the most sensitive part,’ he breathed. ‘Of a man, I mean.’She moved closer and ran a splayed hand up over his ribs. And he did spill his seed with a desperate gasp as though he could never get enough oxygen again. And he was embarrassed and terrified and angry, and it was as though the whole range of emotions exploded in his head in an instant. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, and for a split second the world flashed before his eyes more vivid, more perfect, more complete than he had ever seen it before. He knew things, he saw things, he felt things, things beyond him. And he would have dropped again to his knees, but he couldn’t, not held in her gaze as he was. ‘I have barely touched you and you are overwhelmed, Kennet Birch. Do you really think you can survive my possession of you?’He forced himself to hold her gaze, trembling suddenly as though he were in the grips of some powerful illness. All of him ached, and he knew the real world was bleeding through. There was very little time. ‘I won’t survive if you don’t possess me. My coming to you has guaranteed that.’ He wrapped his arms around himself as the shakes became more violent. ‘You said it yourself, I have nothing to lose.’‘And why would I want a sick and broken male body?’ She asked. Her eyes blazed in the dance of firelight that always seemed so close to her. ‘If you possess me, you can heal me,’ he said. ‘And anyway, if you possess me and I die, well it really doesn’t matter at this point.’For an eternal moment she studied him. She studied him until he looked away. His head was fuzzy, his body ached even in the dream world. He couldn’t hold much longer. She lifted his chin once again so that he met her gaze, and the shakes stopped. The pain went away. He felt his head clear. ‘If I do what you ask of me, even though you live, your life is forfeit. You know this?’‘I know,’ he breathed. ‘It doesn’t matter. ‘You say that now in your hour of need. But when that passes, when you are whole and stronger and healthier than you have ever dreamed possible, when your heart heals and you learn to love again, you won’t be so anxious to let go of what is rightfully mine when the time comes.’He suddenly felt more pain than he knew existed in the whole world, and none of it was physical. He inhaled breath that felt like shards of stone. ‘I’ll never know love again. I’ll never know life again, so there’s really nothing you can take from me that isn’t already long gone.’Her gaze softened, and somehow he found that infinitely comforting. Then she moved closer and kissed him, slowly, languidly, as though they had all the time in the world, and his cock was hard again. She stepped back from him. One shrug and the robe of fire fell away, and the glow of her body flashed bright, then dimmed and steadied until he could see details, erect nipples atop high breasts, rounded hips, a golden splash of curls at the juncture of her thighs. ‘I am not like him,’ she said softly. ‘It gives me no pleasure to make those who dwell in the flesh my puppets. You will be, how is it you put it these days, you will be in the driver’s seat.’ She took him into her arms and kissed him hard, and when he feared he would disgrace himself again with his cock pressed up tight against the top of her belly, she pulled away. ‘However,’ she said. ‘If I grant your request, then I will possess you. All of you. You will belong to me, your life will mine.’ She gaze was painfully bright. ‘And if you earnestly wish to be rid of Deacon, then you will do as I say for as long as it takes us to accomplish our task, and it will take time. I know him. You don’t. I’m his equal. You’re not. And one more very important thing, Kennet Birch.’ She stroked his hair gently and whispered against his lips. ‘Never, never forget how badly I can hurt you if you defy me.’ Then she guided his hand down over her pubic curls. ‘If my terms are not acceptable to you, then you must return to your body and face your fate.’Boldly, brazenly, he slid a finger down low and circled her clit, and her eyes fluttered. ‘If it weren’t acceptable to me, I wouldn’t be here,’ he answered.She took his hand and guided him back to a chair that appeared from out of nowhere. It looked like a golden throne with no arms. What? Was he to petition her? He didn’t understand. But it was no throne at all. She pushed him down on it and stood before him caressing her breasts until her nipples were stiff and swollen. Then she raised one perfect leg and set her elegant Botticelli foot on his thigh, affording him a view of her wet and fiery depths. ‘I do not enter through your breath, Kennet Birch,’ she said. ‘As sex is your magic, so is it mine. You will go in through me, inside out. And your hunger for me will pull me into you when your libido surges brightest.’And he was sohungry for her. She filled his head and his body with an aching want that even if he were not a practitioner of sex magic, he would understand was not mundane. And in his case, the fear that he would die if he didn’t have her here and now was a very real one. That he might die even if he did, that her possession might be too much for him, well that was a risk he was more than willing to take. ‘Are you certain this is what you want, Kennet Birch?’ she asked him as she moved onto his lap, positioning herself, opening her sex with her fingers.‘I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.’ Even as he said it, he realized how silly that sounded, since either way his life as he’d known it was over.‘Very well then.’ She settled to the point of contact, to the point at which he could just feel the head of his penis against the resistance of her opening. He reached for her breasts, and with the hand not busy between her legs, she cradled his head and drew him near so he could nurse. The electrical shock through his body caused him to jump and jerk, and at that very instant she settled onto him, sheathing him tightly, deeply, and he knew he was dying. This was the point of no return. It was as though the tight wet pull of her swallowed him whole. Then she cupped his chin and held his face again so he couldn’t look away from her shining eyes. Her voice was like warm honey, thick and sweet, and he felt the sound of it in his very marrow, in his very soul. ‘You are mine, Kennet Birch. No longer are you your own. I possess you, body, soul and life force. Even in name you are now mine, Kennet Lucian. You are mine until I have no further use for you, until I have used you up.’ She gripped him hard and he exploded inside her and the world blew a part into tiny particles and disappeared like flecks of dust in the darkness. ****‘Bloody Hell! Dr Allen! Doctor Allen! Get over here. Now!’Kennet inhaled delicious, abundant air as though he’d just remembered how to breathe. Then he fought his way up from under an unruly sheet to sit up on the bed. A woman and a man in hospital scrubs stood either side of him, holding him, and there was chaos and someone was yelling. It took him a second to register that it was him yelling over and over again, ‘Where the hell am I? Where the hell am I?’ And then the bright lights, the gurney with a body shrouded in a sheet next to him all came into focus. ‘Jesus! What the fuck am I doing in the morgue?’The woman in scrubs standing next to him looked pale and her hands were unsteady. ‘Mr. Birch,’ she said, doing her best to stay calm. ‘You were pronounced dead almost fifteen minutes ago.’
*****About KD Grace
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 rout 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. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire , are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis , books one and two of her Executive Decisions Trilogy are now available.
Find K D Here: Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/ http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace
March 6, 2013
Mixing Memories with Inspiration
The All Romance Ebook Cafe invited me over for coffee and a chat. The subject was how memories played a part in my book Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse.
5* for The Glass Knot
My menage novel The Glass Knot has just received another 5* review on Amazon.com.
I'm so thrilled with how this book grabs readers, it really does make all the hours and hours of writing worth it when people take the time to leave such lovely words.
5.0 out of 5 stars Loved, loved, loved itMarch 5, 2013
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This is the best menage book I have read, The sex is hot but does not drive the story, the characters do. The characters have depth and real feelings and display emotions that are not always neat and tidy. The plot is driven by very real conflicts and fears rather than simply moving between one sex scene and another. A keeper. I have already re-read several times.
I'm so thrilled with how this book grabs readers, it really does make all the hours and hours of writing worth it when people take the time to leave such lovely words.
5.0 out of 5 stars Loved, loved, loved itMarch 5, 2013
By Gem "Gem" (Australia) - See all my reviews
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This is the best menage book I have read, The sex is hot but does not drive the story, the characters do. The characters have depth and real feelings and display emotions that are not always neat and tidy. The plot is driven by very real conflicts and fears rather than simply moving between one sex scene and another. A keeper. I have already re-read several times.
Smut for Chocoholics coming soon!
I'm so excited to have my story, Red Carpet Sweat , included in an upcoming anthology about...wait for it... chocolate!
Kevin Mitnik has put together this anthology, and I can't wait to read the other stories in it! Mine is about a super-thin, size 0 Hollywood A-lister who panics just before she goes onto the red carpet at the Oscars about the two hundred calorie chocolate bar she's just munched. Luckily though, her very obedient and sinfully hunky bodyguard is up for helping her burn a few calories before she has to squeeze into her dress - and no, he doesn't take her for a jog around the block! It's much more fun than that!
Due out soon Smut for Chocoholics is all about indulgence. Taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.
More information coming soon...
March 5, 2013
Eroticon 2013
The first weekend of March in the UK has been a very special weekend for the last couple of years. Why? Because it's Eroticon time!
Eroticon is Britain's only conference dedicated to sex writers - fiction and non fiction authors and bloggers - and has quickly proven itself to be an event not to be missed.
Last year Bristol played host to this moisture of erotica writers (yes, I know that isn't the correct collective noun but it was the best we could come up with - thanks Lucy) but this year we had the treat of heading to London, not only that, rather than a one day event, Eroticon had reproduced into a two day spectacular!
I suppose the girls and I - Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Kd Grace, Lexie Bay and Tabitha Rayne - could have travelled to Southwark on Saturday morning, but it would have meant early starts all round... Oh... who am I kidding? We wanted to party! So we all arrived on Friday afternoon, knowing if we didn't get the excitement of seeing each other out of our systems we'd end up sitting at the back chattering during the conference and getting black marks against our names - we'd be the naughty ones and we're already naughty enough!
Kay Jaybee, Lucy Felthouse, Kd Grace and Victoria BlisseThe Northern Lasses were last to arrive, and having slipped into gladrags and heels we headed for the bright lights of the city. We were of course buzzing with conversation and on The Tube no doubt raised a few eyebrows - a theme of the weekend as it turned out! After only a brief bemused stagger in our stilettos we arrived at Volupte, our destination for the evening. Volupte is a burlesque lounge and cabaret club Kd Grace had enjoyed on previous occasions and recommended.
If you can call a place delicious, then that describes Volupte, think bergundy velvet curtains, shy, shadowed corners and sparkling chandeliers all wrapped up a warm chocolate ambience and a taste of days gone by.
We were soon sat comfortably with a selection of Porn Stars, Screaming Orgasms and Mojitos and introduced to our host Dave the Bear - who not only made us laugh till we cried with his version of burlesque, but boy the man can sing with the best of them! Huge fun :-)
The female talent on the stage was soon flowing as bountiful as the cocktails we were sipping. Divine dancing, sumptuous singing and magnificent magic all sprinkled with glitter - yes, literally - and delivered with the most wonderful aplomb from the Kittens.
They might not have whiskers but these pretty ladies have style in bucketsful, completely stealing the stage and all so gorgeous I hardly knew which one of them to look at while they were twirling and pirouetting, shimmying and teasing. If you ever find yourself in the Chancery Lane area of London I highly reccomend an evening of feline fun!
The next morning we were up and ready for action like good little bad authors, but were again on chatter overdrive when we reached Eroticon in Coin Street and met up with other authors, Janine Ashbless, Jacquline Brocker, Josephine Myles and Jennifer Denyse to name a few, over tea and biscuits.
Workshops and lectures were varied and after learning about XES one of the event sponsors, I made a beeline for Kristina Lloyd's creative writing workshop. Kristina writes with vivid eloquence and I was keen to see what tricks she kept up her sleeve. Turned out a sex machine is part of her cunning plan to be so brilliant! Sex Machine! A way of thinking out of the box by writing in boxes - great stuff!
After an interesting group discussion about erotica and erotic romance's role in relationships I went to listen to publisher Hazel Cushion of Xcite - I have a few titles with them, hopefully more in the future. She talked about pitching. I've pitched to publishers lots but Hazel has her finger on the pulse of what's hot at the moment and I was keen to find out. And...drum roll... it's romane with lots of hot sex and flawed characters. It seems readers are enjoying good old fashioned wooing and seduction again, but not with perfect heroes and heroines, they like them a bit messed up! So go, get writing, pitch that story!
Brains full of new information, the girls and I headed to Sh! A women's sex emporium. The Sh! ladies always welcome us with open arms and are very supportive of authors, so how could we not pop in and say hello? We caught The Tube to Hoxton, burst into the shop in a whirlwind of hellos and hugs, signed our books that were on the shelves, chatted to some customers - even persuaded one couple to attend Smut by the Sea in June - and treated ourselves to some sexy London souvenirs!
With aching feet - high heels had been the wrong choice - it was decided a glass of wine was in order before we negotiated our way to a restaurant. Again, forgetting where we were our conversation turned to erotic anthologies, and why wouldn't it? Last year at Eroticon 2012 this scrap of paper...
Turned into this book...
So what would we do this year? There were several ideas being bantered around as we sat in a Hoxton pub, to be honest they got sillier as the glasses emptied, someone, I think it may have been Lucy, suggested an anthology of Sex Noises. Sudden inspiration hit me and I leaped up, hand in the air shouting 'I'm having fanny farts' (fanny means pussy to us UK girls). Well, the whole pub turned and stared at me! What could I do but grin as the girls fell about laughing!
London called, as did our stomachs, so we wandered along the South Bank of the Thames, admiring the view and feeling sure we'd find a good place to eat. Which we did, the Gourmet Burger Kitchen - Yum!
St Paul's CathedralThe hotel bar was the venue for late chatter and Kd Grace's lovely husband joined us as we continued to talk all things smut, which he is pretty used to :-) You'd think we'd be running out of things to talk about, but oh no, it wasn't until the clock showed the wee small hours that common sense sent us to bed.
Sunday dawned, mercifully hangover free, goodness knows how! And Eroticon kicked off a second day of sexiness. First up was the anthology panel, run by Maxim Jakubowski, Rachel Kramer Bussel and our very own Lucy and Victoria. All these guys have published my work in their anthologies in the past but I was keen to hear about new calls for submissions. I love writing for anthologies, they were my stepping stone into the world of being an author and now they are a brilliant way to get work out to new readers. If you want to check out the current calls for submissions, the best place to go is ERWA.
SEO Love was my next lecture, considering I'm not very technical this was really interesting and gave me some new ways of boosting traffic to my website and blog. The speaker was Michael Knight who also took my next workshop with his gorgeous wife Molly of Molly's Daily Kiss. Lexie and I grabbed front row seats and were thrilled to get out hands on various BDSM tools of the trade including vampire gloves. Ouch!
The lovely due talked about safe BDSM practice, what they'd like to see more of in fiction to promote safety and Molly even offered her delectable rear to be used in a flogging demonstration. Brilliant fodder for our over active imaginations!
I just managed to squeeze in MK Elliot's talk on promoting self published books - I have a few including The Glass Knot and Scored - and was thrilled that she'd beamed Guy New York from New York with the power of Skype to join in the discussion.
And then it was time to head back to Paddington Station. There were sad goodbyes wrapped up in a wealth of 'this has been so much fun' and 'I can't believe it's over,' and then we were all shooting across the country in different directions. As I write this on the train, dashing across Southern England in the dark, I'm already itching for Eroticon 2014! A million thanks and this big bunch of flowers to the wonderful Ruby Kiddell for all her hard work in organising this great event - whatever did we do with ourselves before Eroticon?
March 4, 2013
Filling in the Gaps
Today I'm sharing sexy snippets from Tarzan on the Clandestine Classic Blog. Hope to see you there...
March 2, 2013
Sneak Peek Sunday - Scored #SneakPeakSunday
Welcome to Sneak Peek Sunday/Sunday Snog, this weeks smooch is taken from Scored.
“Stop talking.” He glanced at the elevator dashboard then turned his attention back to me. “Why.” “Because I want to test a theory.” He nipped my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilted my head and dropped his face until his lips were just a hair’s-breadth from mine. “What theory would that be?” I whispered, wondering if my knees would continue to hold me up for more than another few seconds. “The kiss-and-tell theory.”“Oh, well I—”My words were cut short as his mouth connected with mine.
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Blurb
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
Have a great Sunday
Lily x
March 1, 2013
Saturday Spanking - That Filthy Book #SatSpanks
Just for fun I thought I'd join in with Saturday Spankings this week. I'm limited to 8 lines, and they're taken from That Filthy Book my co-authored novel with Natalie Dae and at the point where Karen is in the garden, dreaming of Jacob tying her to the trees and striking her naked behind.
I dropped my arms to my sides and twirled in a circle, feeling young again, with a new purpose, new ways in mind to bring me and Jacob closer. Just us, together.I wanted to strip naked, right here, right now, and dance around the garden, testing the cold on my skin, seeing if it fit.I didn’t.Instead, I went back into the trees, my gaze on the ground in search of a sturdy yet flexible branch. One that wouldn’t break when Jacob struck me with it, or hurt because it was too rigid. My few minutes’ search proved fruitless—the branches were mere twigs—so I resorted to looking upwards and finding one I could snap off a tree. The perfect candidate jutted off a long, thicker branch, low enough for me to reach up and wrench free.
Blurb for That Filthy Book
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
5* Review for That Filthy Book
I discovered Lily Harlem thanks to her Hot Ice series, a steamy contemporary romance series about sexy hockey player heroes. But as those novels range between sensual and steamy the sheer hotness of That Filthy Book took me by surprise but with the flowing narrative and deeply developed characterizations I was swept up in the whirlwind that was the story, and it became one of my favourite reads of 2012!
That Filthy Book starts with an unusual premise in erotica novels: the hero and heroine are husband and wife living in the suburbs with their two young children. They are the quintessential ordinary normal family, but then we get a glimpse into what goes on behind closed doors in their bedrooms and I dare you not to have frisson of excitement.
Jacob and Karen have been been married for more than 10 years now, have two daughters and are good and responsible parents. Actually they are just trying to resuscitate the passion in their relationship and their struggles to find the magic that made their life as a couple sizzle back in the beginning of their relationship was poignant because it sounded real and authentic, completely believable.
"I stared at the way his ear curved, recalled how the lobe felt in my mouth, sweetly soft and fleshy. A wave of love consumed me. How was it possible I could care for him more than I did back then? I thought I loved him as much as I could, full to bursting with adoration and respect, yet every day, every month, each new year brought a stronger connection. God, I was so damn lucky."
With such a strong emotional connection and sound foundation for their relationship Jacob and Karen could experiment with a wide variety of sexual fantasies: from outdoor sex, to anal, from domina scene to rape fantasies everything is covered, and due to the strong love and respect they have for each other neither of these sexual acts are demeaning or offensive. To the contrary they are all amazingly exciting and blistering hot as their love and deep affection permeates every scorching scene.
"You are simply beautiful," he said, [...]. "Thank you for being mine."
I cannot praise Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae enough for giving us such relatable and real characters and for showing so realisticly the two facets of love and lust as base of their relationship. I enjoyed very much reading about a heroine who felt realistic, one I'm sure readers can connect with as she is an ordinary woman, a loving wife and mother, but one who wants to have passion with her husband:
"I had my knight. I had my castle. I just wanted a little enhancement."
"Look, if I want to have sex outside again, why shouldn't I? The world won't go to Hell in a handbasket if we ---k out there. Just because I'm a mother and a wife, it doesn't mean my life has to change to the degree that I lose my identity."
Verdict: That Filthy Book is the perfect erotica: it is sexy, thrilling yet realistic and believable. I loved how it was emotional, how we witnessed the sexual re-awakening of a woman rediscovering her sensuality and their couple life and seeing all the secret fantasies women harbor: domination, spanking, rape fantasy, etc. there is everything. And every "filthy" experience was nuanced by the deep love and respect the husband and wife had for each other.
That Filthy Book became a favourite read of 2012 (and is definitely the hottest so far!) and I think it is a must read for every couple and single person who is looking for some steaminess!
Buy Links
Amazon US
Amazon UK
ARe
Total-E-Bound
Kobo
Sony
B&N
If you enjoy Pinterest, That Filthy Book has a dedicated page.
Have a great Saturday
Lily x
February 28, 2013
The Romance Reviews
The Romance Reviews 2nd Anniversary Party starts today. Make sure you're in on the fun and good luck with grabbing yourself some prizes!
You can win a copy of my latest Ellora's Cave ebook Dangerous to Know by logging in and answering the simple question tomorrow.
