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February 18, 2013
Tarzan of the Apes - PRINT EDITION
Today sees my Clandestine Classic - TARZAN OF THE APES - released in print. If you want to know more about all the fun I had sexing up this novel, head to my dedicated webpage.
Blurb
A handsome English aristocrat raised in the jungle by apes, self-sufficient, thriving on danger and with a head full of unanswered questions. Where is he from? Why is he different? What will satisfy the hunger that eats away at the very core of his being and finally feed his appetite for something other than food and shelter?
A delicate American woman, expected to be the best she can be and marry well, but with a craving for adventure and exploration as well as a hope in her heart to find true love with a man who can sweep her off her feet.
When the two very different souls collide, in deepest, darkest Africa, only one thing can happen, and it’s raw and feral. Lust a common language, satisfaction the ultimate goal. But will the gentleman outshine the savage-man? Is virtue to be honoured? And when faced with a civilised decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?
Reader Advisory: This book contains one scene of dubious consent.
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February 13, 2013
Swept Away Blog Hop
A big welcome to everyone joining me on the SWEPT AWAY BLOG HOP!
I’m enjoying taking a breath and relaxing as I’ve been rushed off my feet of late with two new releases before Christmas and three out over the last few weeks. Not only that, I’ve had stories included in various anthologies and have my work cut out in 2013 with a whole host of exciting new projects. Keep reading to find out all my juicy gossip.
In December the fourth book in my popular HOT ICE series, TEAMWORK, was published at Ellora’s Cave. (This erotic romance novel is fine as a stand-alone read or can be enjoyed as part of the Viper’s on-going story.) TEAMWORK is the ménage a trois novel of the five books, featuring two hot hockey players and one very lucky physiotherapist from Wales!
Blurb
What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty.
Todd is sex on a stick, a slice of man heaven, and I want a bit of the action, preferably of the bedroom variety. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, I find my head spinning and my libido raging.
What I didn’t bargain on is these hard-training, hard-playing hockey players working as efficiently off the ice as on when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal?
Reader reviews –
This book was great! Very sexy! The Vipers story continues more hot than ever! I loved every minute of it and read it twice. 5*
I recently discovered this author. This is the 4th book in this series & can't wait for the next. Great series. 5*
LOVED RAVEN! Loved him, loved him, loved him!!!! Did I mention that I loved Raven? Oh, I was so sad to have this one end, but boy did I enjoy every tantalizing bit of it! OH YUM! 5*
Read the first chapter of TEAMWORK HERE -
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Just in time for Christmas stockings, came ANYTHING FOR HIM an erotic novella published by Mischief at Harper Collins. This co-authored e-book written with Natalie Dae is dark and gritty and explores just how far one woman will go for the man she loves. It’s a rollercoaster ride of lust, dirty desires and some seriously hot sex scenes. Probably not for the faint of heart!
Blurb
I prefer to chase the news, not be the news. But when the delectable Liuz, with his uncannily accurate perception of my secret desires weaved his way into my life, it wasn’t long before I was in way too deep, submerged and intoxicated with a passion I was afraid was more than I could handle.
Or was it? Because although my heart was overwhelmed with feelings I had no resistance against, and while my deceitful body was consumed by a burning passion, I still had a plan. A plan I prayed would keep me afloat as I was pushed to the very edge of my limits, while the journey got tougher than even my wildest flights of fantasy could have imagined.
I claimed him and I felt that he was rightfully mine. My heart simply couldn’t beat without a permanent connection between our hearts, minds and bodies. Losing was not an option, not when my sanity depended on winning him.
Because I would, quite literally, do anything for him.
USA Today review just in –
"Anything for Him is an erotically enticing story about what one woman will do for the man she wants. I read this book in one sitting, devouring this story of desire and obsession." - USA TODAY - Kristina Wright
Read the first chapter HERE
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Just out is another novella from Mischief, CONFESSIONS OF A NAUGHTY NIGHT NURSE. Drawing on real-life experiences from my time as a trauma nurse in London and adding a healthy dose of imagination into the mix, this story follows Staff Nurse Sharon Roane as she spends her nights doing good whilst being bad in the shadowy cupboards, corners and forgotten rooms of a Yorkshire hospital.
Blurb
When scalpels are set down, the ward lights turned off and the patients asleep, there is always time for Mischief …
I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. Needless to say I’ve seen it all over the years, been there and done that, what’s left to shock me isn’t worth knowing. But it’s so often the quieter nighttime where the real high jinx abound.
Yes, the nocturnal life is the one for me. With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats and dangling stethoscopes, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cozy linen cupboards.
Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t? But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job, satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me. A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme.
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Mischief - find all major retailers here.
February has seen two releases so far, the first is DANGEROUS TO KNOW. This novella isn't my usual kind of erotic romance story, in fact there's no romance in it at all, that's why it's in the Exotika line at Ellora's Cave. DANGEROUS TO KNOW is seedy and dirty and is about New Yorker Karen realizing a dangerous whore fantasy with a man she really should have stayed well away from.
Blurb
For too many years I’ve hidden a sinful, erotic craving in the darkest corner of my soul. Within this deeply buried sliver, shameful fantasies rule and images—seedy, degrading, filthy images—burn through the dark of the night and hold my dreams hostage.
Luckily, the center of my whore obsession is keen to play my slutty game. I know nothing about him, other than his taste, touch and smell, but that’s how I want it, because the one thing I’m certain of is this man is dangerous to know. But despite the risks, in the very heart of New York, in open view, I’ll tempt him with my wares, show him my skills and prove I’m up for the job.
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As part of Total-E-Bound’s Clandestine Classic range, I’ve teamed up with the original author Edgar Rice Burroughs and added steamy jungle scenes to TARZAN OF THE APES. This is only one of several classics brought to life by various Total-E-Bound authors and inserts the sexiness that readers previously had to use their imagination for. It’s important to note that purchase price is only for the added words, not for the original work.
TARZAN OF THE APES by Edgar Rice-Burroughs and Lily Harlem is available from all good retailers in ebook and print (print - 28thFeb).
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Blurb
A wild man with primitive desires, will anyone be able to tame him?
A handsome English aristocrat raised in the jungle by apes, self-sufficient, thriving on danger and with a head full of unanswered questions. Where is he from? Why is he different? What will satisfy the hunger that eats away at the very core of his being and finally feed his appetite for something other than food and shelter?
A delicate American woman, expected to be the best she can be and marry well, but with a craving for adventure and exploration as well as a hope in her heart to find true love with a man who can sweep her off her feet.
When the two very different souls collide, in deepest, darkest Africa, only one thing can happen, and it’s raw and feral. Lust a common language, satisfaction the ultimate goal. But will the gentleman outshine the savage-man? Is virtue to be honoured? And when faced with a civilised decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?
Lots more Tarzan details, pictures, that famous yell and an excerpt HERE -
ANTHOLOGIES
SEVEN DEADLY SINS is a print and ebook available from all good retailers and features seven saucy stories about venial vice! I chose the deadly sin of envy and my tale GREEN-EYED MONSTER features in this illustrated anthology.
Details of how this book was born at Eroticon 2012 and a sneaky peek at a naughty picture and buy links are on my website
Enjoy romance and eroticism together with this anthology of ten short and very hot stories selected and edited by Lovehoney. I have three connected stories nestled within these pages.
2013
The fifth book in the Hot Ice series HIGH-STICKED (my first m/m) will hit the shelves in the spring.
A new paranormal series begins in the summer. The first novel is BITE MARK, and yes, you guessed it, ménage a trois featuring dead sexy vampires!
I also have short story scheduled in TRIUMPHANT a charity anthology, all proceeds go to raising money for women’s health issues.
And watch this space for more sexy novels from myself and my lovely co-author Natalie Dae…
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Thanks so much for joining me today, I'd like to give away a copy of any of the books mentioned in this blog post (except Triumphant). To be in with a chance of winning just leave me a comment telling me which book you'd like (plus format) and your email address and I'll choose a winner at random.
Lily x
February 10, 2013
Celebrating St. Valentine Blog Hop
Welcome to the Celebrating St Valentine Blog Hop! I'm going to share some sexy gossip with you about my latest release at Mischief Harper Collins - Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse !
I worked as a nurse in London, England for many years before I started writing erotic romance full time, so when Harper Collins asked me to be part of the 'Confessions' collection of short novels I jumped at the chance to put all my memories and experiences into a book. Of course the story is heavily embellished with my naughty imagination, but certainly the characters and the secret dark corners and the dynamics within staff relationships are all things I've drawn from my past. The heroine, Staff Nurse Sharon Roane, is a feisty but caring nurse. She above all wants to do good, but she has a higher libido than most, a slightly different approach to total-patient-care and ends up in hot water with her senior nurse and with the hospital's biggest player Dr Javier Garelli.
BLURB
When scalpels are set down, the ward lights turned off and the patients asleep, there is always time for Mischief …
I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. Needless to say I’ve seen it all over the years, been there and done that, what’s left to shock me isn’t worth knowing. But it’s so often the quieter nighttime where the real high jinx abound.
Yes, the nocturnal life is the one for me. With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats and dangling stethoscopes, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cozy linen cupboards.
Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t? But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me. A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme. * * * * *
What is it about nurses that's so sexy? Is it their uniform and the possibility of lace topped stockings beneath? Is it because they are allowed by the nature of their profession to breach personal boundaries? Personally I think it's a whole combinations of things, but whatever the sum total is, it sealed the deal for me, I met Mr Harlem when I was at work!!
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Here is a sexy snippet from Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, taken from about a third way through the book when junior doctor Carl Rogers takes Sharon to see a rather unusual evening's entertainment in one of the closed-for-the-night theatre suits! If you enjoy it please head over to Amazon and click LIKE and if you want to read the rest of the story go ahead and treat yourself to a copy.
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Excerpt
‘Are you ready for the last one?’ he asked, leaning forward and slotting his rigid cock into the cleft of her buttocks.‘Yes, oh, yes.’‘And have you learnt your lesson?’‘I have, Sir, oh, I have. Please.’‘Please what?’‘Please, my last one, my last spank.’He reared up, pulled his fingers from her and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He thrust into her and as he maxed out, balls deep, he struck her soundly across both buttocks.Emily arched her back, her spine as tight as a bowstring. She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She clutched the table, trying, it seemed, to stop herself from being shunted completely off it.I licked my lips, teeth and gums — my mouth was dry. Oh, she was getting it good. Who would have thought old Hartley had it in him to bang so enthusiastically and with such an adorable sprinkle of kink?My nipples were tingling, my breaths coming faster. I was aware of my hips flexing ever so slightly as Hartley pumped into her, over and over. His white coat was flicking and flacking with his lurching movements. He’d gritted his teeth and was grasping Emily’s hips, pulling her onto himself at the same time as he pounded into her.‘Oh, God, oh, oh…’ Emily squirmed, her feet rising off the floor, her body a slave to his powerful lunges.‘Yes, yes, call me God,’ he snapped.‘God, oh please, Sir.’‘God.’‘God, oh, I’m coming now, please, can I, God?’‘Yes, yes come, now.’ He reached for her hair, a high ponytail on her crown, and tugged.Her whole body rose. Her breasts juddered within the confines of the tiny nurse outfit, her back became a deep curve, and then she came.The sounds of her gasping and panting through her orgasm made my knickers wet and a knot of need tightened in my stomach. Oh, she was coming good and hard. Just what I needed after the last few hours. An off-the-scale, mind-altering climax would do quite nicely to make me forget everything for a few moments.‘Ah, yes, you naughty, naughty nurse,’ Hartley shouted then flung back his head and groaned through his final strokes to satisfaction.I shifted my feet and realised I was holding my breath and my hands were clenched into sweaty fists. Damn, I was horny for it. I wanted what they’d just had, not necessarily with the flouncy outfit and the red arse, but a damn good shagging.I reached for Carl, curled my fingers with his, and noticed that his palm was damp, like mine.He looked at me and gave a lopsided grin. There was a slight sheen of sweat over his top lip.I jerked my head towards the door. It was definitely time to get the hell out, before we were either discovered or my rampant, libidinous side let loose and I hurled myself at the nearest available male.Carl!After a last glance into the theatre, the object of my desire nodded and we sneaked back through the anaesthetic room, out into the corridor and into the dark cupboard we’d come through.I stopped.So did Carl. ‘Oh my God,’ I whispered when the door shut, enveloping us in darkness. ‘How the bloody Nora did you know they were in there, doing that?’There was a small click and a bare bulb overhead gave out a pale light. We were surrounded by brown cardboard boxes full of bags of intravenous fluid.Carl released the light pull and it bounced towards the wall. He shoved his hand through his hair and puffed out his flushed cheeks. ‘I had to come down here last week, in the middle of the night, to get some Gelo for Eyre Ward. I was on my own, didn’t bother to turn any lights on, and went out of the wrong door, ended up in theatres.’‘It wasn’t locked?’‘No, I suppose someone forgot, keeps forgetting. Anyway, you can imagine my surprise when I heard a bang and a grunt from theatre three, went to investigate and saw old Hartley with his junk out and about to diddle his scrub nurse.’‘Jesus.’ I let out a low whistle of disbelief. ‘You’d think they’d go somewhere private and play, wouldn’t you?’He shrugged and ran his finger around the collar of his shirt. ‘I’m guessing it gives them a kick, doing it in there.’‘You think so?’‘Yes, absolutely, catching each other’s eye the next day over a patient. A theatre full of staff and only them knowing they were fucking like a couple of horny teenagers on that very table the night before.’I shook my head. ‘Yeah, I guess you’re right. Must be quite a turn-on pretending there’s nothing between them and waiting for the place to clear out.’Carl looked cute as a button. His slightly unkempt, unshaven style, with his tired, bespectacled eyes and his easy smile had definite appeal. ‘You’d think they’d worry, though,’ I said, stepping up close and touching the askew name badge on his white coat.‘About what?’‘That someone might see them at it.’‘At it?’ There was a definite sparkle in his work-weary eyes.‘Yeah, at it, screwing. They should have picked a nice, dark cupboard.’ I slipped my hands over his shoulders, drew my mouth close to his. ‘One with no windows, no prying eyes or nosy colleagues.’‘Like this one?’‘Yeah, just like this one,’ I whispered.‘Mmm.’I pressed my lips to his and was pleasantly surprised by the soft willingness of his mouth and his small intake of breath.He held my face, his big hands gentle on my cheeks and his fingers just slotting into my hair, over my ears.The kiss deepened, our tongues tangled and I leaned my chest to his. He slanted his head and explored my mouth with a sense of passion and reverence. He tasted fresh, of water and mint. That lovely lemony scent of his that made me think of Mediterranean holidays swirled around me. A whimper of approval rumbled up from my chest and I ached for some action. I reckoned Carl was the perfect man for the job. If just his kiss had me throbbing, imagine how I’d feel when I actually got him inside me, pumping and grinding.I slid my hands down his chest, over his pale blue shirt to the buckle of his trousers.‘Sharon,’ he murmured through our kiss.‘Carl?’ I whispered, exploring lower, over his groin. I found what I was hunting for — a lovely, long hardness straining against his zipper.‘Please,’ he said, releasing my cheeks.‘Please what?’ I squeezed him again then gave a firm stroke, base to tip. Wonderful, he was swollen and full and I could even make out the flare of his glans through the material. How fast could we get naked?He groaned and reached for my wrists, held them tight as I worked his erection through the material.‘Bloody hell,’ he gasped, his hips rocking towards me and then away.‘You want me to suck you?’ I asked, speaking against his lips.‘Fuck. No.’I hesitated. It wasn’t often a guy refused a blowjob. ‘You just want to shag then?’‘No, yes, I mean…’‘What do you mean?’ I kissed over his cheek, found his ear and touched my tongue to the fleshy lobe. Cupped his balls with one hand and at the same time hunted for the zipper of his trousers and began to pull it down.‘I mean I don’t, I don’t want to…’ He yanked my hands upwards, so they were captured between our faces. ‘I don’t want to do anything.’ His voice was harsh, firm.I jolted, surprised by his sudden movement and shocked by his statement.He was staring at me intently, his eyes wild and his lips wet from our kiss. ‘Oh,’ I said, shock and confusion muddling in my mind. Didn’t he fancy me? Was he gay? No, I didn’t think either was the case. The hardness in his pants told an entirely different story. ‘But I thought…you’ve got a…’He swallowed, the sound noisy in the small room, and then blinked, long and slow, and sucked in a deep breath.‘But you’ve got a—’ I said.‘Tell me about it.’ His mouth twisted, as though he was in pain, and he gazed intently at me.‘And you don’t want to do something about it?’ I licked my lips and smiled my sweetest smile. ‘I’m happy to oblige. We’ve been putting this off for months now. You and me, naked, it’s inevitable.’‘I know.’‘And?’‘And yes, I would like to do something about it, with you. Soon.’That was more like it. I tried to step in close again but he kept me at a distance with outstretched hands. Like I was some kind of sex monster about to rape him. ‘Carl?’ Now he was hurting my feelings.‘I’m sorry, it’s just…’I tugged at my wrists and he released them. My body was humming. I was hot for it but it seemed I wasn’t going to be getting any. ‘What. It’s just what?’ I snapped.‘I like you,’ he said, reaching out and touching my cheek. ‘I mean I really like you.’‘So what’s the problem?’ I couldn’t help my pout. He shook his head and looked down at his feet.‘Tell me, damn it. You drag me here to watch a damn sex show that gets me all horny for it, and then bring me in a dark cupboard, kiss me —’
Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse isn't the only new book I have out this month, I also have Tarzan of the Apes, Clandestine Classic. In this story (ebook and print) I've added all the steamy scenes so readers no longer have to imagine what Jane got up to in the jungle with her sexy wild man. Loads more details about this exciting project and buy links HERE.
Also new out is Dangerous to Know published in the Exotika line at Ellora's Cave - no romance in this short story, it's all about the sex and follows one woman as she explores a dangerous whore fantasy in New York's back alleys.
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To celebrate St Valentine's Day I'm going to be giving away a copy of HIRED which is the first in my HOT ICE series and is super sexy AND super romantic - well, as romantic as a big, hard hockey player can be anyway! (pdf, e-pub or mobi) Please leave a comment in the box below telling me who you'd like to send a secret Valentine card to. Winner will be announced by the blog hop host (don't forget to add your email address). Good luck.
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh, so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the truth that I’d been hired to entertain him a secret at all costs…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost my destiny.
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February 9, 2013
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.
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*****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
February 6, 2013
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...
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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
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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
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!
* * * * *
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
February 5, 2013
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
British Romance Fiction Blog
February 4, 2013
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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Thanks for stopping by, have a great day.
Lily x
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!
Buy
Total-E-Bound
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
February 3, 2013
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
