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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.

The Military Wife by Lucy Felthouse

Three hot and romantic military tales from the pen of uniform aficionado, Lucy Felthouse.




The Military WifeTess’ salacious fantasies about her husband, Aidan, see her through the long periods of time when she doesn’t see him—when he’s away on tour with the Army. The rest of the time, she has to deal with day to day life alone. One day, a dull chore is interrupted by the unexpected arrival of her husband, and things quickly hot up in their kitchen, and beyond.
Passing Out PassionWhen Christina attends her brother’s passing out parade with her parents, she’s full of pride at his achievement. What she’s not expecting, though, is to bump into old flame Phil Ashdown. They didn’t part on good terms and the atmosphere between them is awkward. But when they’re forced into conversation, it turns out that all those years ago, there was a misunderstanding. One that can very easily be put right.
Double VisionBecky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.
Available from:Amazon UKAmazon USARe

*****Excerpt:
Tess grumbled to herself as she heaved the shopping bags out of the boot of her car. It was a pain in the arse having to do this all by herself. Yet she’d been through this more than once, and it was going to be for the foreseeable future. May as well just get on with it and shut up moaning, she thought.Just as she got to her front door and started fumbling for her key, risking dropping all her bags in the process, a voice said, “Let me help you with that.”Tess dropped the bags.She whirled to face the owner of the voice, unadulterated joy on her face.“Aidan!” she shrieked. And, without caring who could be watching, she hurled herself into her husband’s arms. Luckily, Aidan had been fully expecting this kind of greeting and had braced himself. Supporting his wife’s bottom with his hands as her legs clasped around his waist, he felt himself stiffening almost immediately. You couldn’t blame him though, it had been months since he’d been home.As she took his face in her hands, Tess was almost teary with happiness. She leaned in for a kiss that would show her husband exactly how much she’d missed him. Tightening her legs around him, she smiled into his mouth as she felt his erection nudging against her bottom.What seemed like hours later, the couple finally came up for air. Surveying the damage around them, Tess made a quick decision.“Grab the other bags while I dump this lot in the kitchen. Then lock the door behind you and get upstairs.”Grinning, Aidan moved to do as he was told. Tess scrabbled items back into carrier bags and rushed into their home to put them down. Now the kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it. But she didn’t care. Her man was home. Smiling to herself, she turned as Aidan came in with the rest of the bags. She gestured to the floor and he put them down.“Corporal Scott reporting for duty ma’am,” he said, snapping her a smart salute.Bastard, she thought, he knows what it does to me when he goes all military on me. We’ll be lucky to make it upstairs at this rate.Tess drank in every inch of her husband. The climate in Afghanistan had given him a decent tan, but of course he hadn’t been on holiday. He’d been fighting a war, and she was eternally grateful that he’d come back to her in one piece. He was still wearing his combats, with the regulation boots, but no headgear. He looked hot.“Come here, soldier,” she said, crooking a finger, “and kiss me.”
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9 

Love is in the Air Blog Hop

A big welcome to the Love is in the Air Giveaway Hop, I'm thrilled that you've stopped by!
As Valentine Day approaches we all feel in the mood for love and what better way to do that than snuggle up and read a good romance story. I write erotic romance, so if you grab one of my books - of which there are many, take a look at the sidebar on the right - you can be sure to find the bedroom door left well and truly open. 

I like to pick heroes from all walks of life, and why not, being an author I can do that. Heroes, like money when writing fiction, can be whatever you want them to be. I really enjoy starting a new novel, creating my hero, giving him attributes, and a few flaws (no one is perfect after all) and deciding what walk of life he has come from. The heroine, of course, is always a very lucky lady, though some of them have their work cut out more than others when it comes to taming the new man in their life!
With that in mind, and when choosing your next read, consider whether or not you want to find out what it's like to bed a hunky rockstar who is talented with his fingers in more ways than one - oh, yeah, that'll be my Mattress Music series.

Or perhaps the idea of two guys at the same time hits your buttons, being adored, loved and caressed by four inquisitive hands! - if so I have several menages to choose from but Shared is a good place to start and it has a sequel.

Maybe you're already a connoisseur of menage a trios and it's the male/male/female that gets you squirming. In that case The Glass Knot is the book for you, these two guys are as into each other as they are the heroine, oh, yeah, that's hot with a capital H! Two guys screwing each other and her at the same time! 


Some people are all about the dirt, the filthy, the forbidden fantasies, if that's you then I have just the thing. If you want a novel go for Anything For Him published by Harper Collins and co-authored with Natalie Dae.

If you just want a short, sharp dose of whore fantasy then  Dangerous to Know will be sure to leave you gasping!

Many people are more traditional, and if that is you then your tastes are well attended because just this week Clandestine Classic Tarzan of the Apes was released. In this book I've very naughtily added all of the steamy scenes between Tarzan - the tree-swinging hunk - and Jane. Phew, things get hot in the jungle. You can find out much more about Tarzan on my website.

Like to play ball, get tackled every now and then? Here you are, the sporting heroes who perform in the bedroom as well as they do on the field or rink and with the same amount of gutsy determination to be the best of the best! Scored and Hired.


Sometimes though you just want to be with hubby. Let the rest of the world drift into the distance and spend some quality time together. In that case, try That Filthy Book - but be warned, it might be loving and heartwarming but some of the things Karen and Jacob get up to - yep, FILTHY!

Nurses do it for lots of guys, but doctors work for girls too. Try Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse if swinging stethoscopes and white coats get your pulse racing. This book is hot off the shelf and published by Harper Collins.




Click on the covers to buy my books from Amazon US, or just to read the many 5* reviews. My stories are also available from many other retailers including...

Amazon UK    ARe    Kobo    B&N    Sony

Thanks for reading! I'm giving away a copy of one of the books featured on this post, so if you leave me a comment, telling me which book you'd like and in what format (epub, mobi, pdf) along with your email address, I'll pick a winner at random and announce it on Valentine's Day, right here.
Have a great day, happy hopping.
Lily x
PS - Click below to get back to the Love is in the Air Blog Hop.


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The Next Big Thing!

Welcome to the NEXT BIG THING Blog Hop.



What is a blog hop? Basically, it’s a way for readers to discover authors new to them. I hope you'll find new-to-you authors whose works you enjoy. On this stop on the blog hop, you'll find a bit of information on me and one of my books and links to other authors you can explore!
My gratitude to fellow author, Nicole Morgan, for inviting me to participate in this event. Click here to learn more about Nicole and her books.  
In this blog hop, my fellow authors and I, in our respective blogs, have answered ten questions about our current book or work-in-progress (giving you a sneak peek). We've also included some behind-the-scenes information about how and why we write what we write--the characters, inspirations, plotting and other choices we make. I hope you enjoy it!
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Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts and questions. Here is my Next Big Thing!
1: What is the working title of your book?
CLAW MARK
2: Where did the idea come from for the book?
It's a sequel to BITE MARK which will be out in the summer at Ellora's Cave. I just couldn't let these characters go, hot vampires sworn to protect the woman they love at all costs, add in a pack of wolves with just as ferocious sexual appetites as the vampires and I'm hooked on writing, what's not to love about immersing myself in their world?




3: What genre does your book come under?
Paranormal erotic romance.
4: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Oh, great question, okay. In Bite Mark, I'm thinking for the vampire who is a little more serious (he is a lawyer after all) Brad Pitt when he was younger and in An Interview with a Vampire.



I don't know who this guy is, but I saw this picture ages ago and used him as my 'head image' of Ryle, the edgy, risk-taker of the two London-based vampires.



And the lucky lady... Ashley Green has the right kind of look, though not sure how much this actress would enjoy having to work as a butcher girl at the beginning of the story in one of London's busiest meat markets.


Claw Mark sees new characters, shifters who not just have their eye on Beatrice, but also have to save her life. Here are three of them...and yes, they're into each other as well!!









5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
They all want your blood, your life and also for you to consent to be their wife - who the hell can you trust?
6: Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency?
It will be published by Ellora's Cave - all being well :-)
7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
About two months for Bite Mark - Claw Mark is still a baby.
8: What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Not sure on this question, I rarely read paranormal - whoops, am I allowed to say that?
9: Who or what inspired you to write this book?
A trip to London on a dark, dank and very foggy day in winter. I was wandering around Smithfield market and thought how Jack-the-Ripper-like it was, quite creepy to be honest, and I got to thinking if there were vampires about. But not lurking to kill, just to suck blood, and managing to blend in with 'almost normal jobs'. I imagined them coming to the butcher's market and sniffing the air, enjoying the scent of blood... the rest just came out onto the page.
10: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
If you like my menage books - The Glass Knot, Shared, Shared Too, Teamwork, Orchestrating Manoeuvres to name a few - and sexy vampires emerging from the mist to claim what they believe is rightfully theirs appeals to you, then Bite Mark and Claw Mark should be right up your street - or should I say, dark, dirty alley?
Below you will find authors who will be joining me virtually, via blog, next Wednesday. Please be sure to bookmark their sites, and add them to your calendars for updates on their upcoming books! Happy Writing and Reading!
Natalie DaeLexie Bay
Normandie Alleman

Also check out the THREE releases I've had in the last 10 days!  Published by Ellora's Cave, Total-E-Bound and Harper Collins. Yes, I'm a very busy author!



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 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 of one thing I’m certain—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, ARe




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.
You only pay for the words our authors have added—not for the original content
Total-E-Bound

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.
Mischief Books Amazon US Amazon UK KoboBarnes and Noble

Contest!

Today I'm at the British Romance Fiction Blog chatting about reviews and holding a contest. Hope to see you there.

British Romance Fiction Blog

Clandestine Classics - Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Lily Harlem

OUT TODAY!!!!!



There is no doubting the fact that the classics remain an inspiration to writers, even today, with many complex and thought-provoking storylines. But if we are honest with ourselves haven’t we heard the same reserved tale told time and time again?
Total-E-Bound's collection of Clandestine Classics changes that. This is a collection of classics as they have never been seen before. The original book is untouched, but scenes have been added, the characters desires and needs addressed and a healthy dose of spice has been sprinkled into the mix. (I should say at this point, that when purchasing these books, you only pay for the additional word count, not the original prose.)
Clandestine classics available to date are - A CHRISTMAS CAROL, DRACULA, HEMLOCK BONES - A STUD IN SCARLET, JAYNE EYRE, NORTHANGER ABBEY, PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, TOM JONES - PART ONE, TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES, and WUTHERING HEIGHTS.

So what about me, what, or rather who did I get my naughty, little author hands on? Drum roll.....




Yes, that's right, Tarzan of the Apes! Wow, was I excited to let my imagination run over his hot, nubile body! For years I’ve lusted after him, dreamed of swinging through the trees in his arms, and fantasised about that sexy little loincloth! 





Not only that, I’ve always wondered exactly what naughtiness he got up to with Jane in the jungle. It's an endless playground for an erotic romance writer and you can imagine my excitement when I was given free reign to fill in the gaps and crank up the temperature. Here is the 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 civilized decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?



Wow, its hot stuff and the original was just perfect for sexing up! First published in book form in 1914 Edgar Rice Burroughs left some wonderful gaps for me to play with. For example Tarzan grows from boy to man with no mention of sexual urges, but of course, in real life this would have been an issue. His body would have gone through many changes and he’d come to want for something he had no name for. Luckily, though, ERB did leave an opportunity for me to slip information to Tarzan in his late teens so he could explore the new urges he experiences. I did need him to have some idea of what he was doing when it came to the steamy scenes!


ERB also describes Tarzan and Jane stealing their first kiss. He calls Tarzan ‘a hot-blooded man’ which he most certainly is, and I’m sure female readers of the book, way back then, were quite aquiver when they reached this particular page. And need you ask? Yep, I’ve added to it! And then, well, then, Tarzan whisks Jane away into the jungle for an entire night!!





A night in the jungle! What a treat for a naughty author like me! All those pent-up emotions in my characters were given a chance to be released.  Naturally it gets raunchy and rude, Tarzan finally understands the desires that have rumbled within him for so long, and I think, to be honest, he was quite appreciative of the fun I allowed him to have with Jane!


And, Jane, well, she is one lucky lady even if a little prim to begin with. I really enjoyed writing the sections from her view point. She’s feisty and demure, a complex mixture of traits but one that ERB portrays so well. She’s worried about virtue, but is in touch with her sexual side enough to give into some of her needs. She’s also sweet and brave and bless her, pretty damn confused at times. 


I’m not the first and surely not the last to enjoy dreaming about and expanding on Tarzan and Jane’s romance. Over the years the couple have captured the public’s imagination as much as the idea of an infant being raised by apes. In fact in 1918 a silent, black and white movie came out at cinemas called The Romance of Tarzan though sadly no known copies of this film remain. 





The most famous film made of the book was released in 1932. Johnny Weissmuller, an American Olympic medalist swimmer, played Tarzan in this and then went on to feature in a further eleven Tarzan motion pictures. I think I’ve seen about half of them, but some time ago.




Dozens of other actors have also played the role but Weissmuller is by far the best known. His character's distinctive cry is still often used in films. Mr Harlem, in his usual sense of silly humour, has made the 'Tarzan yell' my ring tone and I’ve been getting some very funny looks when he calls me - which I think he's doing when he knows I'm out and about, just to be a devil! If you’ve forgotten what the yell sounds like, click below.





In 1981 Bo Derek played Jane opposite Miles O’Keeffe in Tarzan, the Ape Man. Bo is beautiful, no matter what role she’s in. I haven’t seen this version, I’m going to add it to my ‘to-do’ list. (I like to-do lists like that!)





So, going back to the bit I mentioned about Tarzan stealing Jane away into the jungle. Below is an excerpt taken from the Clandestine Classic, Tarzan of the Apes, and picks up just at the point they are settling down for the night in a small clearing in the jungle. Tarzan has made a crude shelter for Jane out of branches and leaves and intends to keep watch over her the whole night through. It doesn’t quite go to plan… enjoy…

Excerpt


So Tarzan of the Apes did the only thing he knew to assure Jane of her safety. He removed his hunting knife from its sheath and handed it to her hilt first, again motioning her into the bower.The girl understood, and taking the long knife she entered and lay down upon the soft grasses while Tarzan of the Apes stretched himself upon the ground across the entrance.Here she lay, gazing upward at the crude roof of the shelter, and mulled over the extraordinary day that had unfolded, and the wild man who had stolen the first kiss from her lips. Although Jane was an innocent woman she was not naive in the ways of married couples. What went on behind closed doors and beneath the covers was something she was completely intrigued by and she’d sought to quell her curiosity in the only way she could. For Jane, like Tarzan, adored reading, and fashionable books about love and romance that hinted and suggested at the many delights to be had between a woman and a man were her most favourite material—she’d been thrilled to find two such books within the primitive cabin.She sat and began to unlace her shoes, her hair just skimming the greenery above her. As her small and nimble fingers unweaved the soft leather laces her gaze settled on Tarzan’s broad, golden back as he lay, facing away from her, staring into the line of trees. The gutter of his spine was deep set and flanked with columns of strong muscle. He had a few scars and imperfections around his shoulders, marks of his wild lifestyle, and at the very base of his back, just before the doeskin-like loin cloth he wore, were two dents, almost dimples.Jane couldn’t help but linger over the task of removing her shoes, the sight before her was simply too engrossing. She had never seen a man wearing so little clothing. The scrap he wore around his modesty barely covered his buttocks, indeed she could make out the very groove of his cheeks through the material. Her gaze roamed downward, committing to memory his powerful thighs coated in sandy hairs, calves sinewy with tendon and muscle and long feet that she was quite sure had never been within spitting distance of a shoe until now.Footwear finally removed, she pushed them outside her small shelter.Upon hearing her movement Tarzan turned, his body twisting, his face a mask of concern.“I am quite all right,” Jane said, gesturing to her shoes. “But I really can’t sleep in those.”Tarzan looked at the shoes, then sat and reached for one. He held it up, turned it over, examined the base and the inside, poking and prodding. Finally he lifted it to his nose and inhaled, long and deep.“No,” said Jane, snatching it away. “Really, that is most untoward and quite rude.”Tarzan tugged his hand back, fingers clenched, his expression evidence enough that he knew not what he had done wrong.Jane, seeing his confusion, took pity on him. For she understood that he was trying very hard to make her feel at ease, and she should surely return the favour. “I’m sorry,” she said, reaching for his hand that was in a fist at his sternum. “It is just that they are the only shoes I have, and I, well, I fear I may not have been able to keep them as fresh as I would like.” As she spoke she squeezed his big hand in hers. His skin was a little sticky from the copious amounts of juicy fruit they had shared, but even so a current of pleasure shot up her arm and settled in her belly. His hand, nearly twice the size of hers, was so masculine, and so strong. Unlike Clayton’s neatly trimmed nails, Tarzan’s were unevenly short, no doubt from wear and tear, and he had a twisted strip of vine around his wrist, a kind of makeshift bracelet, it was like nothing she had seen before.He allowed her to keep holding his hand and tipped his head, his gaze boring into hers.“It is just,” she went on, “that bathing facilities since we landed ashore have been considerably less than adequate. What I really long for is fresh water to sink my entire body into, to make me feel refreshed and rejuvenated and get some relief from this tropical heat.” Knowing he understood not a word, she tutted and released his hand. Frustration ploughed lines across her brow.Tarzan raised his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers in a ‘carry-on’ gesture.“Oh,” she said with a sigh. “What I really want to be able to do is wash.” As she spoke she cupped her palms and raised them to her face, mimicking splashing water on her cheeks.Tarzan’s face lit up. He knew instantly what Jane was trying to say. She wanted to clean her body. Tarzan understood that desire very well, for he too liked to bathe frequently to keep his body free from irritations and unpleasant aromas. He had also read about it in his books. Civilised people set personal cleanliness in very high esteem.Eager to show Jane his comprehension of her request, Tarzan jumped up and pointed in the direction of Cumba, the small rocky inlet just yards to the right of their camp. It was a safe and shallow bathing area that he had used since being a small boy. He was sure it would be perfect for a woman, for his woman, Jane.He made a grunting sound which his ape family would have recognised as ‘come this way’ and stepped toward Cumba.“Do you understand me?” Jane asked, amazement in her tone and her eyes wide.Tarzan stepped further away, urging her to follow with frantic hand gestures.“You want me to come with you?” Jane asked, crawling completely from the shelter and standing barefoot on the roughly textured grass.Without realising he was giving the correct signal, Tarzan nodded.“Okay,” Jane said, pressing down the creases in her dress and tilting her chin in a very confident little gesture given her precarious situation. “I will. Please lead the way.”Tarzan grinned, flashing his neat teeth, and strode across the clearing. In order to keep up Jane quickly realised that she must move at a near jog. Though once they reached the denseness of the forest this was impossible, and Tarzan slowed in order to move branches and bend bows out of her path.Jane was thankful when after a couple of minutes of thick undergrowth another clearing emerged. This time one with a large rock pool fed from a sparkling waterfall. She heard it first, the tinkling sound of water falling on stone, and when she finally laid eyes on it, she paused to marvel at the sheer beauty of the small lagoon.High above the sky was turning pink. Dusk would soon be upon them. In the tallest branches, bright red and blue parrots were preparing to roost. The rocks around the waterfall were the colour of elephant skin, and the water, a rich navy, sparkled silver where the cascading water added to its depths.“It is beautiful,” Jane said, her fingertips sweeping over the petals of a crimson orchid that bobbed its long neck to her right. “Simply exquisite.”



Mmm, I hope that set the scene for you. This next waterfall section was great fun to write, there are lots of dynamics going on between Tarzan and Jane and the fact that they can’t communicate in English, but just hand signals and body language, really allows for some great tension between them. Lots of things are unsaid with words, but spoken loud and clear in other ways - if you know what I mean!

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Clandestine Classic,Tarzan of the Apes will also be out in print on 18th February.

Thanks for stopping by, have a great day.

Lily x 

Sunday Snog - Dangerous to Know

As always a big welcome to Sunday Snog!!
This week I'm going to share a kiss from my latest Ellora's Cave release, Dangerous to Know.
This book is in the Exotika line, which means there's nothing romantic about it, it's all about the dirty deed! And dirty it is, in fact it's absolutely bloody filthy, including the snog!




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 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 of one thing I’m certain—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.
SNOG
As his cock softened, he stared at my seriously messed up chest.I flattened my palm and rubbed the sticky cum over my breasts, swirling it around each hard nipple, into the hickies and over that word. The letters smudged slightly, and the ink leaked over my skin the way I was sure my mascara and lipstick had. He watched my movements as if mesmerized.My pussy was thrumming. I could take no more. God only knew how long it would be ’til he got it up again. I slid my other hand over my belly, slipped fingers through my naked, velvety-soft vulva, and sought out my clit.“No,” he said, dropping over me and snatching my wrist away.He shimmied down my body, shoving at my thighs and burying his head in my pussy. I opened my mouth to call out but no sound emerged. The pressure and sensation were instant as he lapped wetly, flicking his tongue around and over my clit.“Oh yes,” I groaned as the first wave of orgasm approached. I’d been hovering for so long—hours, days, weeks, forever for this. It gripped me, flew me up on a plane of bliss, and at that precise moment of ecstasy he shoved two, maybe three fingers into my squelching pussy, filling me wonderfully.My entire spine bowed off the sofa as wild spasms consumed me. I clenched his fingers as I delighted in becoming a panting, gasping wreck for several exquisite seconds.As my breaths came back under control, he lifted up over me. We were face to face. But he didn’t move his fingers, he kept them lodged high inside me, allowing me to gently spasm around them as I came down from my high.I placed my hands on his cheeks, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me, filling me up with my own musky flavor along with tobacco and his earthy, meaty tang. His tongue was wide and pliant as it swept over my teeth and into my mouth. His lips were soft and expert as they caressed mine and his breaths were gentle on my cheek.I arched into him and our chests met, mine cooling now and the semen crusting and tugging at my skin. He deepened the kiss, letting out a small moan, and I whimpered as his rough chin abraded mine.What was I doing?“No,” I said, shoving at his shoulders. “No, whores don’t kiss. Get off me.”

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Have a great Sunday, thanks for reading.
Lily x

Dangerous to Know

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This novella isn't my usual 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 dark, dirty and follows New Yorker Karen as she explores a dangerous whore fantasy with a man she really should have stayed well away from. Here is the 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.




Excerpt
Oh, the way he said the word whore was delicious; his wide mouth seemed to pull out the “r” at the end as if savoring it, playing with it.“Do you want me to be?” I asked brazenly. He shrugged. “Keeps it simple, I suppose.”I twitched the side of my mouth into a half-smile even though I wanted to beam. It seemed I’d just found a man to fulfill my forbidden desires and make all my bad dreams come true. “Then yes, I’ll be your whore.”“Just mine?” He pulled on his cigarette, but this time when he blew out, the smoke shot from his mouth in a thin stream.“Yes.” I rubbed my hand over my chest, tweaking my hard nipple. His gaze followed my movement then slid over my right shoulder. I heard footsteps.Someone was coming.He glanced back at me, as if daring me to stay in my exposed position. Always one to rise to a challenge, I kept my legs spread. Willed my knees to stay apart and my pussy bared. I was desperate to clamp my thighs together—as a rule, I was not an exhibitionist and had no desire to flash my cunt to any old Tom, Dick or Harry. But I could and would do this—it was a means to an end.In my peripheral vision a woman appeared. She wore a cerise cardigan and walked a ginger boxer dog. She didn’t pause as she stepped past us, nor did she look back and notice my bare pussy. Well, why would she? It was broad daylight, this was a park, why would my intimate female flesh be on public display?He raised his eyebrows and I had a sudden rush of accomplishment. I’d surprised him—clearly he’d thought I’d tuck myself from view. Good, I liked to be a surprise. Being predictable was not in my nature, well, not in my whore-self’s nature anyway.He placed his newspaper on the bench between us and took a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it under his black boot. “I’m not really one for fucking whore’s pussies, even pretty ones, but…”“But.” “I’ll pay you to suck my cock.”Inside I welled with triumph. The idea of sex as an arrangement, a transaction, was what thrilled me the most. No emotions, no strings. A customer, money and a murky act. That was what appealed to me. Forget candlelit seduction and emotional intimacy, I wanted sleaze, I wanted filth, I wanted to be used as a sexual object by a rough bloke who took what he wanted on a very basic level.“Okay. Where?” I asked.He glanced left and right, his gaze searching, then nodded straight ahead. “Down there.”I looked in the direction he’d indicated. Through the trees and railings, I could just make out a gap in the buildings. “It’ll cost you twenty.”He shrugged. “Whatever.”Finally closing my legs, I stood. My knees felt weak and my stomach clenched. This was something I’d been dreaming of, plotting for so long. Never had I thought I’d find the courage to actually go through with my foolhardy plan. The man was a stranger. He could be a complete psychopath and murder me the minute we were out of view. Stuff like that happened to whores all the time. I’d seen it on the news, read about it in papers.It was a risk I was willing to take.Stepping ahead, I turned to make sure he was following. He was. Sauntering in that menacingly purposeful stride of his that I’d become totally fascinated by. I also realized now that I was on ground level how tall he was, a whole head above me, and wide too. If he did set his mind to subjecting me to a gruesome back-alley death there was nothing I would be able to do about it. He could squash me as if I were an ant, choke me without breaking sweat.Tugging at my cheap, tarty skirt, I headed for the location of my first whore experience. As we reached the entrance, he pressed a hand into the small of my back and urged me into the murky world of New York’s dark, dingy alleys.





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Cold Nights, Hot Bodies!

The UK has been turned into a winter wonderland over the last few weeks. I love the snow, especially the excuse not to drive anywhere and only venture out for walks with the dog. We live in the countryside, the lanes are rarely treated with salt, and so life slows down a pace.
Here is a picture I took of the path leading from our cottage. I love the silvery light and the low sun, it makes the reflection of the blue sky in the snow magical. I also adore how heavy each and every branch gets with snow, in fact there were quite a few trees down around the corner, they'd simply given up under the weight.

On the day I took this picture, Mr Harlem and I were on a lovely long walk, with the dog. It was a Sunday and we'd wrapped up warm and set off for a good few hours stomping through the woods. Eventually we found a pub with a roaring fire - luckily they didn't mind a chilly dog lying in front of it - and we stopped for a wonderful roast dinner with all the trimmings and a glass of red wine. Probably one of my most perfect days of the year so far :-)

This little pond is usually home to dragonflies, in the summer we like to watch them darting around. I'm always amazed at how big they are. No dragonflies today though, just ice and stillness.
This year I haven't been hit with inspiration to write a snow-filled novel, in fact my WIP is set in a summer heat wave! However, it wasn't so long ago, when walking through wintery woods like this that I came up with the plot line and characters for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, a story where the couple are thrown together when snowed into a luxury hotel.



All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.


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I so love the cover for this novel, and phew, it certainly makes me feel a little warm!
Thanks for reading and stay safe in the snow or whatever weather you're having today :-)
Lily x

Please welcome Sommer Marsden to my blog today...take it away Sommer...

A Sweet Touch of Sadness…
Can propel an erotic tale, I think. Not always. Has to be the right story. It was the core of my novella My Ending (originally published by Ruthie’s Club as It Wears You Down) and it was the foundation of my erotic story A Technicality found in Nice Girls, Naughty Sex. I have a fondness for occasionally working the bittersweet element of sadness into my erotic work and Under My Skin is no exception.
My main character willingly, knowingly, entangles herself with a dying hero and the ghost of woman who loves him. Juliet is caught in a bizarre emotional threesome of handsome terminal Elijah, deceased yet loving Lanie and herself—a woman trying very hard to get over the loss of her fiance in the line of duty. The goal is to reunite them and allow Lanie to help her lover pass. Something that sounds straight forward but is all kinds of chaotic once you throw in another spirit—this one malevolent and vengeful.
Juliet sees an opportunity to not only bring together the two lovers before Elijah’s inevitable death, but work through some of her issues with love and intimacy and moving on. It’s a bizarre threeway, don’t get me wrong, but the emotion I found surrounding me when I wrote it, was humbling. It was not necessarily a fun book to write—oh, some parts were, like the quirky next door neighbor, the crazy twin sister…the sex—but it was a meaningful book to write. It’s one that stuck with me well past typing the words THE END. I can only hope it will stick with the readers as well.
XOXO
Sommer




House bought for a steal online when it turns out there’s a damn good reason—check.
Malicious ghost with a body count to his name—check.
Sad, lingering female spirit pining for her still living (but currently dying) fiancé—check.
What’s a widowed medium to do when a departed soul asks to ride piggy back in her body?
To share her space and get under her skin? Juliet Bale does the only thing she can do—with her twin sister’s good counsel—she lets Lanie share her body to help her dying beloved Elijah cross over. The problem is that with all the reuniting, and sharing one body, things get seriously intimate and Juliet can’t help but see exactly why Elijah Rivers was so beloved.It’s so wrong to sorta kinda fall for a dying man, and yet—check.
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Excerpt from Under My Skin © Sommer Marsden
“I’m telling you, Minnie, it feels off.” I tucked the phone under my chin and tried not to trip on the damn thing. My brand new kitchen had a way-old phone. It actually had a cord, for goodness’ sake.“Off how? Off is relative when it comes to you, twin sister, dear.”I snorted, and Minnie made a high-pitched sound that said she was laughing at me. “Har har.”I slipped my silverware—triple wrapped in plastic—into my freshly washed and tidied drawer. I had just spent three hours wiping down the room and cleaning everything. I wanted it as spic and span as possible for me and my own energy. Most people don’t realize when you move in a new home, along with other people’s dirt, you get other people’s emotions.“I mean, what is off, Juliet? Is the paint too bright or the window too small or…what?” My sister was mocking me.“The energy,” I said, pushing a stack of brightly colored cake plates into a small side cabinet. “Don’t play dumb, Min. You haven’t just met me. You know, your sister…the sensitive. Resident psychic medium,” I chuckled, making a joke at my own expense.I swore I heard her smile over the phone line. I could picture my sister in my mind. Same long unruly dirty blond hair as mine. Same startling blue eyes that could turn gray with mood, weather or depending on what color we wore. But we weren’t identical, we were fraternal. She was shorter and curvier than me, her nose just a bit sharper. And her tongue.“Juliet, let’s face it, any place is going to be off to you, right? Any place you go is going to be steeped in someone else’s emotions and past, yes?”“Yes,” I agreed, wiping my hands on my shirttails and leaning against the giant butcher block island in the center of the room. “True story.”“Well, then, just deal with it. There is no clean space for you, really. Unless you build a brand new home from scratch and not a single worker has a bad day or an illness or any of that.”I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. She was right.“So take this new home and treat it as your own. Smear your own energy all over the place.”I snorted, eyeing my shirt. It had been Justin’s. My heart crimped up at seeing it. Three years had not dulled my loss, and despite being psychically sensitive and talking to spirits more often than not, I had yet to see or talk to him. I wondered if it were somehow taboo for us to speak or if he thought it would be too painful for me to see him.“Hello?” my sister sighed.“Sorry, I hear you. You’re right. Though I don’t know about smearing my energy all over the place. Kind of makes me sound like a monkey—”“Juliet!” she snapped, knowing where I was going with that analogy. “Onto other things. How are you doing? I mean…how are you doing?”She meant moving out of the former home that Justin and I had shared before he died. She meant on my own. She meant finally embracing the fact that I was single and maybe moving on with my new life. Montgomery House was that chance. I mean, how often do you get to buy a house with a name? And I’d gotten it for a song. Which worried me, but…“I’m fine,” I lied. “No worries.”“I’m coming to see you soon,” she threatened, and I smiled.“You’d better.”
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He was big—big and looming. But he was also thin. The kind of build that made the mind pull up images of a praying mantis or some ungodly sea creature trapped in the darkness near the ocean floor. Just seeing him turn his muddy eyes to me made my heart thunder.“You’re here,” he said and smiled.The smile was the most frightening aspect of his appearance. It twisted his face in such a way that it reminded me of a molded rubber mask that had gone askew. Almost as if his skin didn’t quite fit on his bones the right way.I turned to run, and when I did, his long arm shot out to plant a big, strong hand on my shoulder. Being touched by him was like experiencing the most sudden and all-consuming emptiness imaginable. A sob ripped out of me.“I thought three was my lucky number,” he said, his voice gravel turned under a tire. Sand scraped across stainless steel. It made my head hurt, and my heart followed suit.I pulled against his strength, knowing I’d never break free until I awoke. I knew by the energy I was trapped in a dream. Knew he couldn’t really hurt me…not yet. But I also knew that as long as I slept, I was his. This was the secret my new house held. This energy. And this was where I’d be until I could drag myself back up to my conscious mind.“Three what?” I managed, stalling.“Three girls before you came.” The cadence of his words stirred goose bumps along my skin. The fine hairs of my scalp prickled with dread.“You killed them?”“I consumed them,” he said. “Their essence.”The urge to scream was overpowering. The urge to weep even stronger. Instead, I did the only thing I could do. I turned into his grip to face him. He looked surprised for a moment, his long rubbery face and his sick brown eyes showing shock. But then he smiled, and that hole seemed to open in my stomach again. I studied the face. The old-fashioned brown suit. The proper white buttoned-down shirt. Cufflinks, a tie clip, wingtip shoes and close-cropped hair.Then I bit my tongue as hard as I possibly could and tasted blood. His face lit up when the coppery taste flooded my mouth. Maybe he could smell it. But then he realized what I’d done and frowned at me.“You’ll be back,” he said. “I’m here all the time.”I woke up.
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