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January 21, 2013
Foreplay Monday
Today I'm over at Laurel Clements as a guest on Foreplay Monday sharing an excerpt from my about-to-be-released Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse - due out on 24th Jan
Mandy's He-Man by Donna Gallagher
Can this rugged mountain of a man really protect her, teach her to trust and love again? Or will the choices she’s made in the past destroy her future?
Blurb
Having managed to break free from an abusive relationship with a cruel and dominating ex-boyfriend, Australian artist Mandy Magenta—a.k.a. Amanda Smith—should be terrified when she first meets the enormous bulk that is Jonathon ‘JT’ Thomson. He is fierce. Not only is JT the biggest, most muscular man Mandy has ever set eyes on, but he makes a living playing the brutal sport of Rugby League.
So why, then, does Mandy’s body go into lust overdrive at the mere sight of him? She doesn’t feel a hint of alarm as the colours that exist in her mind—created and inspired by her own emotions and her artistic talents—explode with vibrant and passionate intensity. Could JT be the man to remind her that she is still a sensual, amorous woman, a woman deserving of love and tenderness—and can he protect her from the threats her ex has promised to deliver on?
Excerpt
As they lay in each other’s arms, JT whispered to Mandy, “Happy birthday, Mags. Hope you’ve had a day to remember.”
“Oh, He-Man, the best ever. But it’s still my birthday and I want another present. It amazes me how something so hard can feel so soft to touch…” Mandy gave a sultry purr as she wrapped her palm around JT’s erection. “My favourite part is this raised bit, just here,” Mandy teased as her finger rimmed the mushroom-shaped head of JT’s penis, stopping at the slight join of flesh at the top. JT could only moan and growl in response as she wrapped her soft hand around his steel-hard cock.
Mandy lowered her head and blew gently on the enormous length that stood erect before her, then ran the tip of her tongue slowly over the same path that her finger had taken before it, loving the way JT jerked in response. She took him into her mouth slowly, pressing her lips together tightly to create just enough friction as she sucked his warm cock all the way into her mouth, until the head bumped the back of her throat.
Mandy tried to relax her throat even more, so she could take all of him, moving her mouth up and down. She grazed her teeth gently along the rigid shaft as she pumped her hand in a complementary rhythm.
She was enjoying herself, totally absorbed in her endeavours. She could feel the moisture building between her thighs and squeezed them together to try to ease the ache. Now she was so in tune with JT’s body, Mandy knew he was getting close. When he tried to pull her mouth away from his almost exploding cock, she shook her head and sucked harder.
“Woman, I’m coming in your mouth if you don’t let go. I can’t hold on any longer,” JT groaned.
About the author
Sydney-born Donna Gallagher decided at an early age that life needed be tackled head on.Leaving home at 15 she supported herself through her teen years. In her twenties she married a professional sportsman, her love of sport -- especially rugby league -- probably overriding her good sense.
The seven-year marriage was an adventure. There were the emotional ups and downs of having a husband with a public profile in a sometimes glamorous but always high-pressure field. There were always interesting characters to meet and observe and even the opportunity to live for a time in the UK.Eventually Donna returned home a single woman, but she never lost her passion for watching sport, as well as the people in and around it.
Now happily re-married and with three sons Donna loves coffee mornings with her female friends, sorting through problems from the personal to the international. But she's on even footing with the keenest man when it comes to watching and talking rugby league.
Donna considers herself something of a black sheep in a family of high achievers. Her brother has a doctorate in mathematics and her sister is a well-known sports journalist.
An avid reader, especially of romance, Donna finally found she couldn't stop the characters residing in her imagination from spilling onto paper. Naturally rugby league is the backdrop to her League of Love Series, published through UK publisher Total-E-Bound, spicy tales of hunky heroes and spunky heroines overcoming adversity to eventually find true love.
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January 20, 2013
Sunday Snog - Anything for Him
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.
SNOG
‘Oh, fuck, Hannah. I have never been one for stamina in the morning, and you are about to fucking finish me off.’ His cheeks had risen in colour to a strawberry red, his bottom lip milky white where his top teeth were biting into it. He looked beautiful in his agonising battle with pleasure, and I knew I would paint him like this as soon as I got the chance. He would look magnificent on my wall in this frantic state. I upped the speed, both hands assiduous in their task. My arms ached, but I didn’t care – this was not about me, this was about Liuz. His groans got louder, more abandoned. My heart thumped and sweat pricked between my cleavage. He was getting close, so close now. My body was buzzing too. ‘Ah, oh, God, Hannah,’ he gasped, peeling back his lips to reveal his teeth in a strained grimace. His cock became dense, more solid, and his balls packed up into his pelvis. I stared at his cock-head jigging with the rapid movements of my hands. The whole glans was swollen like a ripe plum, and the slit deep and pliant within my movements. Another drip of pre-cum, white against the redness, leaked out. He bowed his back off the bed, his head pressed into the pillow, and lurched his hips upwards for more of my touch. ‘Ah, yes, I am coming, Hannah – yes, yes – tak, tak.’ I released him, held my hands up high, fingers spread, and stared down at his abandoned cock. ‘Oh, Jesus, oh, God, no, no, fuck it, argh!’ He wailed as though in agony, his body writhing, twisting this way and that. The headboard was bouncing wildly off the wall with the full force of his furious tugging. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ he shouted, his cock, shiny and engorged, bobbing uncontrollably in the air. Power seeped through me like slow-running lava, heating a trail of controlling emotions, new emotions. Watching Liuz squirming and needy, desperate for me, showed me a new, darker side to myself that I hadn’t known existed. And just when I thought I could surprise myself no more. ‘Fuck, you think that is funny, do you?’ Liuz snarled. ‘Jesus, if only you knew.’ ‘Ah, baby,’ I said, edging backwards when he wriggled nearer to me. ‘You really wanted to come then, didn’t you?’ ‘You know I fucking did. Christ, you cannot do that to a guy, Hannah.’ ‘I can, and I did.’ He was breathing fast through gritted teeth, a speck of saliva in the corner of his mouth. ‘Shh,’ I said quietly and tipped forward to kiss him. ‘It will be worth the wait, I promise.’ His eyes flashed with fury and were dark with desire. For a moment he looked as though he was going to snap his head away. But he didn’t, he let me kiss him, slowly and seductively, while his breathing settled. Suddenly he yanked his arms again, with gusto, jerking both of us. ‘Liuz,’ I said, glancing at the delicate scarves. ‘You’re being a bad boy. I am going to have to tie you tighter.’ ‘Jesus, Hannah,’ he said, crumpling up his nose. ‘Just get on and ride me, will you?’ Quickly, I left the bed, plucked two more scarves from my collection – one bottle-green and one cream with tiny love hearts – and wound them around his wrists, doubling the security and tension. ‘Do you want me to bind your legs as well?’ I asked sternly. He glared at me, like he would have grabbed me, shoved me down and fucked me hard and fast if he could have. But, of course, he couldn’t. Scooting down the bed, I eased between his legs, licked my lips and watched his cock bob towards me. The engorged veins pulsated in time with my racing heartbeat. ‘I never teased you like this,’ he said in a shaky voice. ‘I think you’ll find you did, but in other ways,’ I said, purposely letting my breath breeze over his moist cock, knowing the cooling effect would be stimulation in itself. His cock strained towards my mouth, and he groaned, a deep rumbling sound that originated low in his chest. I poked out my tongue, and carefully, cunningly, swept up the clear bead from the slit. Liuz froze. It was as if every nerve and fibre in his body had honed in on that one tiny dent. I swept my tongue around the ridge, tasting the cocoa butter and Liuz’s unique, delicious, amazing dick flavour. He was a mass of tremulous desire lying beneath me, but I wasn’t faring much better. His command to ride him had been hard to disobey and I knew now, I wouldn’t be far off doing just that. But I wanted him deep in my mouth first, I wanted to feel him nudge the back of my throat, feel a streak of thick pre-cum coat the base of my tongue. Parting my lips, I sank down, taking his cock as far into my mouth as I could. ‘Oh, fuck,’ Liuz groaned. ‘Yes, that is it.’ But I only gave him one – one deep-throated ride then pulled up, releasing his cock once more so it stood upright like a startled soldier, standing to attention. This time he didn’t even bother to curse in complaint, he just moaned long and low then gabbled something in Polish. But I was still touching him, fondling his balls and caressing the thin strip of skin towards his anus. He was so hot, so tight, so delectably lubricated, my fingers slipped and slid all over him, no part out of bounds, even the tight circle of his back passage. Triumph welled within me, mixing with my lust to form an intoxicating rush of impatience. He was mine and finally it was time.
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January 18, 2013
Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse - Coming Soon
Out on the 24th of January, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, published by Mischief at Harper Collins.
I only got this cover two days ago and I'm absolutely loving it. The hot pink is as shocking as some of the scenes inside and the sassy jaunt of the hip the nurse is displaying is so in keeping with my heroines flirty nature. I also love how the uniform is sexy without it looking like something from an 'over 18 shop' too; the hem just a fraction too short, the material a smidge to tight, and the heels, well I wouldn't like to have worked in them when I was on the wards, but they certainly work here.
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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I only got this cover two days ago and I'm absolutely loving it. The hot pink is as shocking as some of the scenes inside and the sassy jaunt of the hip the nurse is displaying is so in keeping with my heroines flirty nature. I also love how the uniform is sexy without it looking like something from an 'over 18 shop' too; the hem just a fraction too short, the material a smidge to tight, and the heels, well I wouldn't like to have worked in them when I was on the wards, but they certainly work here.
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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Dark Matter by Michael Perkins
Lightening, meet Thunder...
San Francisco is a place of pure excess and liberation, where every flavour of sexuality is there for the tasting. Robin wants to be part of it, and by embracing extreme erotic experiences to escape her father's hypocrisy. Buddy is a rebel, a wild spirit. The moment they meet, sparks fly in a frenzy of desire unbound and darkness unleashed; and when Robin asks Buddy to kill her father, he knows he has found his destiny.
Dark Matter is a hypnotic tale of erotic cravings.
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Excerpt:
The Spiral Dance
Gods, from your rocky home in the highest snow-capped Sierras of the imagination, swoop down now on San Francisco, the City of Perpetual Indulgence.
Blot out all other sounds from your hearing and attend to the dark passage of one in your indifferent keeping — one touched by you, and like you,possessed....
Yet another turn of the wheel, another rotation of the earth: darkness is cast like a spell. A night without fog.
Straddling her snorting, fire-breathing Harley, Robin Flood roars up the steep undulating streets that slant to the sky and then down them to the Bay. She cuts a loud eructative path through the Marina and rumbles into stern Fort Mason, a former military facility converted into a cultural centre with shops, museums and a famous restaurant.
A bleached full moon leers down at her, one roguish lunar eyebrow cocked; clouds of galaxies extend from it into forever. The dark matter that makes up the unseen universe holds the stars apart. The Gods pay casual attention.
It is the beginning of November, final year of the century, on the night of the Spiral Dance — a Saturday night that falls on Samhain, when the dead pierce the veil that hangs between breathing and not, children who will never die (at least not in the twentieth, accursed century) eat sugar skulls, and a thousand boisterous pagans gather to celebrate the disappeared.
Robin joins the crowd cloaked in the exclusionary circle she draws around herself with strangers. She does not know anyone in the laughing, gesticulating, highspirited gathering of animals with horns, birds of prey, devils of all designs, medieval jongleurs, Green Men, maenads and vampires. Here, New Agers rub shoulders with Dark Agers. Here, imagination expresses the divine with profligate abandon.
Robin regrets momentarily that she has not worn a costume, but her eyes attract more attention than a mask would: they are an unfathomable cerulean, like the sea. Her glance when unguarded can be frightening in what it reveals of the cold wildness inside. Her features are small and finely chiselled, her mouth wide and lush. Her hair is cropped like glossy black feathers. One seashell ear is studded with five expensive earrings, the kind ear-nibblers cut their lips on. She’s prettier than the Queen of Heaven tonight, but there is something indistinct, unformed, indefinable but dangerous about her, as if she might be willing to do anything.
Hidden behind their masks, people stare at her. Aware of the impression she makes, she tucks her ambient rage in a pocket of her black motorcycle jacket and grins like an ingenue on crack. She waits patiently in the line, examining everyone for signs of the roles they might play in the drama of her life. She has a hunger to find out who she is, and she can only learn this from others; she is unknown to herself. Tonight her whim is that she is a temple prostitute come to worship the Goddess, weep for her dead, and party down with the pagans. Her fantasies are usually realised.
The motley line snakes around the pier to Herbst Pavilion, a giant former troop embarkation shed surrounded by choppy Bay waters. The huge space is sombre and magnificent, a maritime cathedral filled with the anxious ghosts of the hundreds of thousands of apprehensive young men who passed through the building on their way to war, and the unhappy spirits of those who never sailed home. It is an appropriate place to celebrate Halloween.
*****
About the Author:
MICHAEL PERKINS is the author of six collections of poetry. The Secret Record, literary criticism, was published by William Morrow in 1976. The Good Parts, selected book reviews, appeared in 1994. Among his other works of fiction and non-fiction are the novels Evil Companions, Dark Matter and Burn. His poems and essays have apeared in The Village Voice, Younger Critics of North America, The Nation,Mother Jones, Paper, Notre Dame Review, Exquisite Corpse, Big Bridge, Talisman, Rain Taxi andAmerican Book Review. He was the Leydig Trust's Writer of the Year in Great Britain in 2002, the recipient of the 2007 Obelisk Award for Lifetime Achievement and the 1957 Dunbar Poetry Prize. Carpe Diem, New and Selected Poems, appeared in 2011.
January 17, 2013
Dangerous to Know - coming soon!
Dangerous to Know has a release date - 1st of February!
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.
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.
January 15, 2013
Contest - The Glass Knot
This week I'm giving away a pdf copy of The Glass Knot over at The Romance Reviews.
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January 13, 2013
Sunday Snog - Teamwork
A big welcome to Sunday Snog!
Teamwork is the fourth book in my HOT ICE series though it's fine as a stand-alone read. Today I've given you a nice long excerpt taken from a steamy locker room scene. It's much more than a snog so hang on for the ride!
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?
Snog
The locker room was quiet when I pushed open the door. There were no signs telling females to keep out so I stepped in farther. The smell of hot, sweaty, fit men hit me. Clothes and boots, bottles and bags were strewn everywhere.
“Fiona?”
I turned and saw Todd sitting on the bench, naked from the waist up. An elderly guy in a Vipers cap stood next to him, pressing an ice pack onto his back.
“Are you okay? I was worried.”
He smiled. “I’m fine, just a twist that’s all. Bastard Bruins, they always get dirty.”
I stepped over, finding it hard to tear my eyes from his delectable chest and taut abs.
“I’ll be good now, Jim,” Todd said. “My personal physical therapist is here.”
Jim glanced at me, as if wondering if I really was or if Todd was just saying it. “Yeah, okay then,” he said. “But keep the ice pack on.” His sneakers squeaked on the floor as he left the locker room.
Todd grinned a full-wattage beam and dropped the ice pack to the bench. “I’ve been thinking of you.”
“You have?”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking of you with Raven. Of all the things you’ve been doing together that I missed out on.” He swept his gaze down my body. “I could hardly sleep last night, thought of coming over and climbing into bed with you both.”
“There’s always tonight,” I said, lusty threesome images bombarding my mind and thoughts of his sore back evaporating.
“Mmm, that sounds like a great idea.” He stood and set about removing his leg pads and pants.
I spotted his skates discarded several feet away and noticed him wince as he stooped to peel off his socks.
Oh yes, his spine.
“You want me to look at your back?”
“Ah, its nothing. Maybe after I’ve showered you can kiss it better.”
“Okay.” I was about to sit and wait when suddenly he grabbed me and tugged me close.
His damp hair was sticking to his forehead and the smell of his fresh sweat circled around us. “Care to join me in the shower?” he asked.
“What, here?”
He grinned in a devilishly sinful way. “The game is in full swing, no one will come in.” He tugged down the zipper on my jacket and pushed it from my shoulders. It landed on the floor. “And my back really isn’t that bad at all now that you’re here.”
My cheeks flushed, my nipples poked against my bra and sweater. “Well, I’m pleased your back is okay, but we can’t, not here.”
“Sure, we can. Because I can’t wait. You’ve got me so hot for you. I’ve missed you these last couple of days. My sweet, sexy Fiona. I feel like we’ve just started something amazing. There is so much more fun to be had with all three of us together and it’s got me so hard thinking about it.”
I skimmed my hand down his smooth back and over the tight mound of his behind. Sometimes I wondered about myself. It was becoming clear that having several months off sex had sent me into a nympho craze. I just wanted him inside me. I’d tasted his cock, felt his cock, but he hadn’t fucked me, and suddenly that couldn’t be put off another second.
As though sensing that he had me persuaded, he stepped away, dropping his briefs to expose his hard cock. Silken smooth, it curved up toward his belly and tapped just below his navel. It really was as beautiful as the rest of him. “This way, sugar,” he murmured.
He stepped behind a concrete wall and the sudden sound of pounding water echoed around the locker room.
I followed him and stood in awe as water droplets caressed his gorgeous body, sluicing down his chest and clinging to the hair arrowing toward his groin.
Quickly I shrugged off my boots and tights, my gaze not leaving his gleaming skin. Steam swirled around him. The temperature was heating up to tropical levels, not just in the room, but also in my pussy.
Just as I was thinking about the implications of getting completely naked and joining him under the water, he jacked the faucet off, grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his head and chest.
“Come here,” he said, flashing me an I’m-gonna-fuck-you-now grin.
Hypnotized, I went toward him, slipping from view of the locker room as I went behind the shower wall. He instantly loomed over me, backing me up into the tiles with a triumphant, predatory glint in his eyes.
“Todd,” I gasped.
“No time for speaking,” he murmured, his lips a whisper from mine, “just action.”
Slipping my arms around his neck, I pressed my body into his. Heated pleasure radiated from every point of contact and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me thoroughly. He was busy dragging up my denim skirt. Earlier I’d berated myself for not wearing warm trousers. Now, with the temperature sky high and time of the essence, I was glad that I’d opted for ease-of-access clothing.
I became lost in his taste, in the feel of him beneath my hands. It seemed he was lost in me too, murmuring erotic whispers as he caressed my thigh with a rough palm. “I need you now,” he breathed, kissing down my neck and nipping at the tendons of my throat. “Can’t wait another second to bury myself as deep inside you as Raven did the other day. Fuck, that was so incredible to watch him do that to you, sugar.”
Using the tiled wall for support, I shifted my stance, lifted my leg and hooked it around his knee. I couldn’t wait either. A sudden tightening around my butt and a ripping sound told me my panties had come to a grim end. I didn’t care.
“Ah, Jesus, you’re hot,” he moaned as he brushed through my triangle of pubic hair. “So hot.”
A raw groan tore from my throat as he parted my slick folds and pushed into my entrance. “And so tight, fuck, I really can’t wait, not now I’ve felt you here again.”
“Condom,” I gasped.
“Shit.” He pulled back, appeared to battle for control then slipped from view.
I stood panting, my skirt around my waist and my breasts heaving. My legs felt as though they were melting and my spine as though it might turn to dust at any second.
In a heartbeat he was back, tearing at the wrapper of a condom with his teeth. “Thank fuck for Reed’s not so secret supply.”
“Yes,” I said, running my hands over his hot, wet chest as he rolled a luminous purple condom onto his shaft. “Thank goodness.” I suppressed a giggle.
“It will still feel the same,” he said, hooking my leg up and around his bare hip and positioning his cock at my entrance. “Even if it is purple.”
“I know, it’s just, ah, fuck—” I scrabbled for purchase as he hoisted me up and then dropped me down onto his cock. Just the first inch but enough to make me tense and cry out.
“Shh,” he murmured, holding me up without any apparent effort. “Keep quiet.”
I was vaguely aware of the crowd roaring in the distance—horns and screams blasting through the air.
He eased me down some more and I had no choice but to take him in. My head spun, it felt so wonderful. Stretching, filling sensations were jolting through my nerve endings.
I buried my fingers in his wet hair and pulled him close. “Todd, fuck me. Hard and fast.”
Suddenly he plunged balls-deep into my wet heat, stifling a chesty groan as he did so. I clamped my mouth shut and reveled in the pain-pleasure of his rapid entry.
Fuck, that was fast.
He crushed his mouth over mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He began to pound, steaming in and out, nearly unbalancing us both with the fervor of his thrusting.
“Fuck, be quick,” he moaned.
“Yes, yes, oh, ah, that’s it, Todd.” His pubic bone was grinding against my clit. Bashing up against it each time he sank to the hilt. My skin was flushed and tingling, my pussy sucking and pulling on him. The upright position was giving my G-spot one hell of a battering and I was preparing for takeoff.
It no longer mattered where we were. That we might get spotted at any moment. I just wanted to claim my frantic orgasm and enjoy every second of Todd coming inside me.
Suddenly it was there.
“I’m going to fucking explode,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “Come with me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. My pelvis erupted in bliss, thumping around him, against him, in hot, clinging ripples.
Todd was heaving and panting. Not content with just ramming into me, he was pulling me down harder onto his cock. Yet another orgasm blasted through me as he drove into my slickness, obliterating all thought, all sense.
I tugged at his hair, gave him hot, sucking kisses across his mouth and cheek. Held his big, tough, beautiful body as it turned to granite and shook violently.
“Oh yeah, that’s fucking everything I hoped it would be,” he gasped. “Yes, oh god, so much.” My brain would barely work.
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
It took a moment for my eyes to refocus, for my brain to kick into gear. But when it did, through the steam, I saw Raven. Feet apart, my jacket in his hand and anger on his face.
“It was my turn,” Todd said, dropping a kiss onto my cheek.
“Fuck, really? In here?” Raven stepped up to us, his eyes flashing and his lips a straight, furious line. “Have you lost your damned senses?”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” Todd slipped from inside me and lowered me to the floor.
I kept my back pressed against the wall and was glad that he still supported my weak body with one arm.
“Anyone could have come in,” Raven said. “Thank god it was only me.”
“Keep your hair on. We just needed a minute or two, didn’t we?” Todd traced my cheek with his thumb.
I sucked in a breath. A sense of reason returned. “I guess we should have waited until we were somewhere more private.”
Todd tugged off the condom and reached for his towel. Fastened it around his waist. “We couldn’t, we were overcome.”
Raven flashed me a withering look. “And here was me all worried about your delicate reputation. Of what the other girls would think about you having sex with both of us. Seems you’re not so worried now, huh, Fiona?”
I shoved down my skirt and pushed my damp, messy hair back from my face. “I know, it was foolish. I just...” My words trailed off.
“Couldn’t help yourself.” Raven picked up my ripped panties and handed them to me along with my jacket. “Come on, we’re going home.”
“I’m coming with you. Give me five,” Todd said, strolling away from the shower area.
Raven narrowed his eyes. “You are?”
“Yeah, Fiona’s going to work some of her magic on my back.”
“Is she now?” Raven huffed.
Todd turned and stared at him. “She’s not all yours, you know.”
“I never said she was.” Raven looked even more furious now than when he’d first appeared in the locker room.
“So don’t fucking act like it,” Todd said, dropping his towel and yanking on his briefs.
“Jesus, guys. I’m standing here while you’re talking about me.” I held up my hands and shook my head in disbelief.
“Yes, I can see that, and you’re standing there looking well and truly fucked,” Raven said in the growling voice I hadn’t heard for a day or two. “Todd, we’ll wait for you in the car. If you’re not there in two then forget it.”
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Three 5* Reader Reviews already in!!
"I read about 12 plus romance novels a month & recently discovered this author. This is the 4th book in this series & can't wait for the next. Great series."
"This book was great! Very sexy! The vipers story continues more hot than ever! I loved every minute of it and read it twice."
"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! Thank you Lily Harlem for putting that extra little kink in this menage story for me. I don't want to give anything away about it but (spoiler hidden, read it here). Anyway, Whew! this was hotness to the ninth degree. I do not ever want this series to end! Never!"
If you enjoy Teamwork, check out the other books in the HOT ICE series. Reading them in order means you will be briefly introduced to the hero of the next book as you read it. Series numbers -
1. Hired
2. Cross-Checked
3. Slap Shot
4. Teamwork.
5. High-Sticked coming spring 2013.
Coming Soon
Teamwork is the fourth book in my HOT ICE series though it's fine as a stand-alone read. Today I've given you a nice long excerpt taken from a steamy locker room scene. It's much more than a snog so hang on for the ride!
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?
Snog
The locker room was quiet when I pushed open the door. There were no signs telling females to keep out so I stepped in farther. The smell of hot, sweaty, fit men hit me. Clothes and boots, bottles and bags were strewn everywhere.
“Fiona?”
I turned and saw Todd sitting on the bench, naked from the waist up. An elderly guy in a Vipers cap stood next to him, pressing an ice pack onto his back.
“Are you okay? I was worried.”
He smiled. “I’m fine, just a twist that’s all. Bastard Bruins, they always get dirty.”
I stepped over, finding it hard to tear my eyes from his delectable chest and taut abs.
“I’ll be good now, Jim,” Todd said. “My personal physical therapist is here.”
Jim glanced at me, as if wondering if I really was or if Todd was just saying it. “Yeah, okay then,” he said. “But keep the ice pack on.” His sneakers squeaked on the floor as he left the locker room.
Todd grinned a full-wattage beam and dropped the ice pack to the bench. “I’ve been thinking of you.”
“You have?”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking of you with Raven. Of all the things you’ve been doing together that I missed out on.” He swept his gaze down my body. “I could hardly sleep last night, thought of coming over and climbing into bed with you both.”
“There’s always tonight,” I said, lusty threesome images bombarding my mind and thoughts of his sore back evaporating.
“Mmm, that sounds like a great idea.” He stood and set about removing his leg pads and pants.
I spotted his skates discarded several feet away and noticed him wince as he stooped to peel off his socks.
Oh yes, his spine.
“You want me to look at your back?”
“Ah, its nothing. Maybe after I’ve showered you can kiss it better.”
“Okay.” I was about to sit and wait when suddenly he grabbed me and tugged me close.
His damp hair was sticking to his forehead and the smell of his fresh sweat circled around us. “Care to join me in the shower?” he asked.
“What, here?”
He grinned in a devilishly sinful way. “The game is in full swing, no one will come in.” He tugged down the zipper on my jacket and pushed it from my shoulders. It landed on the floor. “And my back really isn’t that bad at all now that you’re here.”
My cheeks flushed, my nipples poked against my bra and sweater. “Well, I’m pleased your back is okay, but we can’t, not here.”
“Sure, we can. Because I can’t wait. You’ve got me so hot for you. I’ve missed you these last couple of days. My sweet, sexy Fiona. I feel like we’ve just started something amazing. There is so much more fun to be had with all three of us together and it’s got me so hard thinking about it.”
I skimmed my hand down his smooth back and over the tight mound of his behind. Sometimes I wondered about myself. It was becoming clear that having several months off sex had sent me into a nympho craze. I just wanted him inside me. I’d tasted his cock, felt his cock, but he hadn’t fucked me, and suddenly that couldn’t be put off another second.
As though sensing that he had me persuaded, he stepped away, dropping his briefs to expose his hard cock. Silken smooth, it curved up toward his belly and tapped just below his navel. It really was as beautiful as the rest of him. “This way, sugar,” he murmured.
He stepped behind a concrete wall and the sudden sound of pounding water echoed around the locker room.
I followed him and stood in awe as water droplets caressed his gorgeous body, sluicing down his chest and clinging to the hair arrowing toward his groin.
Quickly I shrugged off my boots and tights, my gaze not leaving his gleaming skin. Steam swirled around him. The temperature was heating up to tropical levels, not just in the room, but also in my pussy.
Just as I was thinking about the implications of getting completely naked and joining him under the water, he jacked the faucet off, grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his head and chest.
“Come here,” he said, flashing me an I’m-gonna-fuck-you-now grin.
Hypnotized, I went toward him, slipping from view of the locker room as I went behind the shower wall. He instantly loomed over me, backing me up into the tiles with a triumphant, predatory glint in his eyes.
“Todd,” I gasped.
“No time for speaking,” he murmured, his lips a whisper from mine, “just action.”
Slipping my arms around his neck, I pressed my body into his. Heated pleasure radiated from every point of contact and I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me thoroughly. He was busy dragging up my denim skirt. Earlier I’d berated myself for not wearing warm trousers. Now, with the temperature sky high and time of the essence, I was glad that I’d opted for ease-of-access clothing.
I became lost in his taste, in the feel of him beneath my hands. It seemed he was lost in me too, murmuring erotic whispers as he caressed my thigh with a rough palm. “I need you now,” he breathed, kissing down my neck and nipping at the tendons of my throat. “Can’t wait another second to bury myself as deep inside you as Raven did the other day. Fuck, that was so incredible to watch him do that to you, sugar.”
Using the tiled wall for support, I shifted my stance, lifted my leg and hooked it around his knee. I couldn’t wait either. A sudden tightening around my butt and a ripping sound told me my panties had come to a grim end. I didn’t care.
“Ah, Jesus, you’re hot,” he moaned as he brushed through my triangle of pubic hair. “So hot.”
A raw groan tore from my throat as he parted my slick folds and pushed into my entrance. “And so tight, fuck, I really can’t wait, not now I’ve felt you here again.”
“Condom,” I gasped.
“Shit.” He pulled back, appeared to battle for control then slipped from view.
I stood panting, my skirt around my waist and my breasts heaving. My legs felt as though they were melting and my spine as though it might turn to dust at any second.
In a heartbeat he was back, tearing at the wrapper of a condom with his teeth. “Thank fuck for Reed’s not so secret supply.”
“Yes,” I said, running my hands over his hot, wet chest as he rolled a luminous purple condom onto his shaft. “Thank goodness.” I suppressed a giggle.
“It will still feel the same,” he said, hooking my leg up and around his bare hip and positioning his cock at my entrance. “Even if it is purple.”
“I know, it’s just, ah, fuck—” I scrabbled for purchase as he hoisted me up and then dropped me down onto his cock. Just the first inch but enough to make me tense and cry out.
“Shh,” he murmured, holding me up without any apparent effort. “Keep quiet.”
I was vaguely aware of the crowd roaring in the distance—horns and screams blasting through the air.
He eased me down some more and I had no choice but to take him in. My head spun, it felt so wonderful. Stretching, filling sensations were jolting through my nerve endings.
I buried my fingers in his wet hair and pulled him close. “Todd, fuck me. Hard and fast.”
Suddenly he plunged balls-deep into my wet heat, stifling a chesty groan as he did so. I clamped my mouth shut and reveled in the pain-pleasure of his rapid entry.
Fuck, that was fast.
He crushed his mouth over mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He began to pound, steaming in and out, nearly unbalancing us both with the fervor of his thrusting.
“Fuck, be quick,” he moaned.
“Yes, yes, oh, ah, that’s it, Todd.” His pubic bone was grinding against my clit. Bashing up against it each time he sank to the hilt. My skin was flushed and tingling, my pussy sucking and pulling on him. The upright position was giving my G-spot one hell of a battering and I was preparing for takeoff.
It no longer mattered where we were. That we might get spotted at any moment. I just wanted to claim my frantic orgasm and enjoy every second of Todd coming inside me.
Suddenly it was there.
“I’m going to fucking explode,” he whispered hotly in my ear. “Come with me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. My pelvis erupted in bliss, thumping around him, against him, in hot, clinging ripples.
Todd was heaving and panting. Not content with just ramming into me, he was pulling me down harder onto his cock. Yet another orgasm blasted through me as he drove into my slickness, obliterating all thought, all sense.
I tugged at his hair, gave him hot, sucking kisses across his mouth and cheek. Held his big, tough, beautiful body as it turned to granite and shook violently.
“Oh yeah, that’s fucking everything I hoped it would be,” he gasped. “Yes, oh god, so much.” My brain would barely work.
“What the fuck are you two doing?”
It took a moment for my eyes to refocus, for my brain to kick into gear. But when it did, through the steam, I saw Raven. Feet apart, my jacket in his hand and anger on his face.
“It was my turn,” Todd said, dropping a kiss onto my cheek.
“Fuck, really? In here?” Raven stepped up to us, his eyes flashing and his lips a straight, furious line. “Have you lost your damned senses?”
“Don’t be so dramatic.” Todd slipped from inside me and lowered me to the floor.
I kept my back pressed against the wall and was glad that he still supported my weak body with one arm.
“Anyone could have come in,” Raven said. “Thank god it was only me.”
“Keep your hair on. We just needed a minute or two, didn’t we?” Todd traced my cheek with his thumb.
I sucked in a breath. A sense of reason returned. “I guess we should have waited until we were somewhere more private.”
Todd tugged off the condom and reached for his towel. Fastened it around his waist. “We couldn’t, we were overcome.”
Raven flashed me a withering look. “And here was me all worried about your delicate reputation. Of what the other girls would think about you having sex with both of us. Seems you’re not so worried now, huh, Fiona?”
I shoved down my skirt and pushed my damp, messy hair back from my face. “I know, it was foolish. I just...” My words trailed off.
“Couldn’t help yourself.” Raven picked up my ripped panties and handed them to me along with my jacket. “Come on, we’re going home.”
“I’m coming with you. Give me five,” Todd said, strolling away from the shower area.
Raven narrowed his eyes. “You are?”
“Yeah, Fiona’s going to work some of her magic on my back.”
“Is she now?” Raven huffed.
Todd turned and stared at him. “She’s not all yours, you know.”
“I never said she was.” Raven looked even more furious now than when he’d first appeared in the locker room.
“So don’t fucking act like it,” Todd said, dropping his towel and yanking on his briefs.
“Jesus, guys. I’m standing here while you’re talking about me.” I held up my hands and shook my head in disbelief.
“Yes, I can see that, and you’re standing there looking well and truly fucked,” Raven said in the growling voice I hadn’t heard for a day or two. “Todd, we’ll wait for you in the car. If you’re not there in two then forget it.”
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Three 5* Reader Reviews already in!!
"I read about 12 plus romance novels a month & recently discovered this author. This is the 4th book in this series & can't wait for the next. Great series."
"This book was great! Very sexy! The vipers story continues more hot than ever! I loved every minute of it and read it twice."
"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! Thank you Lily Harlem for putting that extra little kink in this menage story for me. I don't want to give anything away about it but (spoiler hidden, read it here). Anyway, Whew! this was hotness to the ninth degree. I do not ever want this series to end! Never!"
If you enjoy Teamwork, check out the other books in the HOT ICE series. Reading them in order means you will be briefly introduced to the hero of the next book as you read it. Series numbers -
1. Hired
2. Cross-Checked
3. Slap Shot
4. Teamwork.
5. High-Sticked coming spring 2013.
Coming Soon
January 12, 2013
Six Sentence Sunday #SundaySix
Anything for Him is a co-authored novel written by myself and Natalie Dae. Recently published by Mischief, an imprint of Harper Collins, this dark and gritty erotic story explores the power of obsession and submissive sexual fantasies.
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.
Here's the 6!!
I heard him move away, a shuffle of feet on floor, and as I caught my breath I imagined him standing with his back to the window, taking in the sight of me sprawled like this. I could see it for myself, my mind full of the image, and my sex spasmed with the thrill of it. Would he leave me here, waiting, anticipating his next move? Or would he untie me, take off the blindfold and allow me to look at him for what he thought was the first time? The not knowing was all part of the excitement – excitement that seemed to have no thought of stopping. It barrelled through me, adrenaline on wings, and I sucked in a deep breath in order to calm myself.
You can read the whole first chapter HERE
Review "I read this book in one sitting, devouring this story of desire and obsession." - USA TODAY - Kristina Wright
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Thanks for stopping by, have a great Sunday
Lily x
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