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Scored - an excerpt!

The Danger of a White Bikini!


A white bikini looks great against tanned skin, there is no doubt about that, but what many ladies - including myself on a beach in Spain - have found out is that they can be completely see-through when wet! Below is an excerpt from SCORED my sexy soccer novel starring Nicki, a sports journalist, and Tate Lewis, captain of the England football team. 

After a hotel mix-up and a flood in Lewis' exclusive suit, the couple find themselves rooming opposite each other in the Hotel Donbass in Dontesk, The Ukraine. Then, following a super-embarrassing incident in an elevator that includes a vibrator with a  mind of its own, Nicki is keen to avoid sexy Lewis, unfortunately things don't go to plan...
 Hotel Donbass in Dontesk

Hotel Donbass pool

My room was lovely. Spacious and opulent with a great big bed, flamboyant furniture and decorated in rich creams, golds and a splash of purple.I unpacked my minimalist wardrobe of jeans, T-shirts, a couple of fleeces in case the weather turned, and one pretty dress, a standard little black number that hugged my hips and waist and had a clever internal support that boosted my cleavage and made it possible to go without a bra.Sipping on a cup of tea, I flicked through the hotel brochure. The restaurant menus looked divine, as did the treatments on offer at the spa. Perhaps I should treat myself to a facial or a massage, or better still put one down to expenses. I scanned the price list. Okay, maybe not.But they did have a pool. A very luxurious-looking pool with hydrotherapy jets, large loungers around the edge and a jungle of potted ferns and palms that led out onto a terrace. I could go for a swim; that was free for hotel guests.I dragged a white bikini from the side pocket of my case. It was a designer brand, bought in a retail outlet for a fraction of the price it would have been sold for originally in some swanky London store. I’d been waiting for an opportunity to wear it for the first time.I nipped into the bathroom, freshened up using the complimentary lemon and neroli fragranced toiletries, then slipped into my bikini. Pulled a big, fluffy robe around myself and checked the hotel map in the information booklet. I only had to get to the elevator and head down to the basement and I’d be at the spa. I was sure plenty of people just wore robes when moving between their rooms and the pool.I was just about to leave when a thought hit me. Damn. How could I go to the pool now? Lewis had been holding trunks and goggles when I’d seen him. If I showed up for a dip he would definitely think I was tailing him. I clicked my tongue on the roof of my mouth in irritation. I’d been looking forward to stretching out in the water after my long day. Letting those nice hydro-jets pound onto my aching shoulders.A sudden noise in the hall outside caught my attention. Footsteps, a door being opened. A few seconds later the loud thud of it shutting.Great. That sounded directly opposite. Lewis had obviously finished his swim and gone back to his room. That would leave the pool free for me to use, and of course, anyone else in the hotel, but as long as it wasn’t him that was fine. The last thing I needed was to bump into him for a fourth time in less than twenty-four hours. A restricting order would be knocking at my door faster than I could say penalty shoot-out.
After dropping my robe onto a wicker lounger with deep cream cushions, I waded down the steps into the pool. Cool water wrapped around me, caressing my aching limbs like soothing hands. Bliss. Even more blissful because I had the place all to myself.There were voices coming from the terrace. Three double doors were flung open to the sunshine and the breeze. I couldn’t hear what was being said, just the low hum of conversation.Kicking out, I swam on my back toward a large silver tap-like jet and watched the shimmering reflections on the roof. They shivered and shook, the sunlight rippling across the ceiling in sparkling waves. Sighing, I moved beneath the jet, let the blasting water jostle and jolt me, bash against my travel-weary shoulders.I shut my eyes. The heavy pounding was heavenly, massaging away several days of stress and strain. I tipped my head back, smoothed my hair from my face and allowed the water drag the sodden strands over my scalp and down my back. Later I would use the luxurious-smelling shampoo and conditioner in my hotel bathroom and tame my curls ready for tomorrow’s match. I was bound to see Phil there. I hoped he wouldn’t ask me too much about the Donbass and the players. Likewise, I hoped Reg wouldn’t give me a hard time later when I just did a report about the architecture and history of the hotel rather than a detailed account of my meeting with the team captain.Just the thought of Lewis conjured an image of him in my head. His smile had had a devastating effect on my lusty hormones, sending them skittering this way and that. Prodding and poking me, and reminding me that it had been just over a year since I’d taken a man to my bed. How blessed was Naomi to get her hands on his hot body? She must know she was the luckiest woman on the planet.I rubbed my fingertips over my shoulders and chest, blindly making sure my bikini was still covering my modesty. Sure Lewis was drop-dead gorgeous, but he was also a really nice guy. He’d been kind enough to make sure the press conference was fair, polite enough not to use the word vibrator in the elevator, and then more than happy to help out a stranger struggling with a keycard. And to top it all, he went to church like a good boy. He was perfect, there was no other way to describe him. I wondered what he saw in Naomi, whose reputation as a diva preceded her. Perhaps it was all for show and beneath the veneer she was a sweetheart.Somehow I couldn’t imagine it.I sighed and decided to relax on one of the soft loungers and let the breeze tickle over me as I dried.Opening my eyes, I stepped out of the blasting jet.Fuck!Standing at the side of the pool were four England players staring straight at me.Suddenly I was glad of the extra support the water gave me. My knees felt weak, and my stomach turned a cartwheel.What the hell?Neil Bryers stood at the far left, his dark skin gleaming and a wide, white grin on his face. Next to him was the goalie, Ted Hatton—he was tall and skinny, famed for his big hands, and right now he also had big eyes. Then came Liam Taylor; the baby of the team at only nineteen, he wore bright orange flowery swim trunks and was gripping a towel at crotch level, twirling it around his fingers. Finally, Lewis stood with his hands on his hips and his mouth slightly parted. He didn’t have the soft, smiley expression he’d had in the mental image I’d been enjoying. In fact, he looked beyond pissed off.Damn, I really should have stayed in my room. I could hear that restricting order winging its way toward me.But what could I do? I was here now, in the water, and they were there, waiting to get in.I took a deep breath and waded toward the steps, wishing there was a little more support in my bikini top. I could feel my breasts shifting as I moved. With each step they bounced and jiggled. There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.The players stayed stock still and continued to stare. I wondered about flashing them a smile then decided against it. That would just make me look like a footy groupie. And I certainly didn’t fall into a WAG-wannabe category. I was a serious reporter, here for the game, not the players.Gripping a steel bar, I exited the pool, the water splashing away from my body as I rose. Typical that was where they were standing and I had to walk right past Lewis to reach my robe. I caught his eye briefly. He’d pulled down his brows, narrowed his eyes and was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. I dropped my gaze and admired, for the shortest pocket of time, his broad chest and the scribble of blond hair at the center that led a tantalizing trail downward, past his naval to the waistband of his shorts.I reached my robe and used it to dab against my face, wiping away the drips. Thankfully, I heard the shuffle of feet, someone mentioned the sunshine outside, and I was aware of the players moving out of the pool area.Dropping the robe onto the lounger, I took a deep breath and sagged my shoulders.“It’s see-through, you know.”Standing directly in front of me was Lewis.I was shocked to see him when I thought I was alone again. “What?”“Your bikini, it’s completely see-through.”I pulled in a sharp intake of breath and glanced down.Oh fuck! He was right. My white bikini was opaque. My nipples were dark and erect, poking at the pathetically thin material, and my little strip of pubic hair…fuck, you could make out every strand and the first indent of my labia.“Shit.” I scrabbled for my robe, but Lewis was already holding it open for me.“Here,” he said.“I, er, thanks.” I shoved my arms in and pulled it tight around my body. Every millimeter of my flesh prickled with embarrassment. “Shit, I didn’t know, it’s new, I—”“Hey, these things happen. Trouble is, these guys are all on enforced celibacy. Seeing a beautiful woman standing in a see-through bikini underneath flowing water might just tip them over the edge, if you know what I mean.”Oh my God. Had I heard him right? Had Lewis Tate just called me beautiful?“I’m really sorry,” I gabbled. “I didn’t know. I’ll just go and…and…” And what, get dressed, curl up under a stone and die?He cocked his head and studied me. “I’m not complaining on my behalf, but Liam’s just a baby. He barely has the self-control needed to cope with Fellows’ damn rules.”I gripped my hair into a ponytail and squeezed it to wring out the pool water. “Like I said, I’m sorry.”“No apologies.” He was watching me fiddle with my hair. “But if I catch him trying to bed some Ukrainian chick later then I’ll know who to blame.”“Well, I’m sure it won’t come to that.” Words and thoughts were tumbling in my head. Was I really having a conversation with Lewis about his team’s struggle with celibacy?“You’d better hope it doesn’t.” He twitched his mouth into a half smile. “Perhaps I’ll go and order him to have some quality alone time. Take the edge of it. That usually helps, doesn’t it?”My intestines knotted. “I don’t know what you mean.”He shoved a hand through his hair and it flopped messily around his face and temples. “Sure you do.”He turned and walked away, in the direction of the terrace. His movements were so easy and graceful he almost glided, his body under absolute control. If I hadn’t been so ruffled at the bizarre conversation we’d just had and his parting comment, I would have enjoyed seeing the way the sinewy muscles in his back sat taut beneath the skin, shifting ever so slightly with each step.But I was seriously ruffled. My cheeks were burning and the traitorous bikini felt cold and sticky against my skin. There was no way I could chill out by the pool now. The relaxed state of a few minutes ago had evaporated and in its place sat yet another dagger of mortification.There was only one thing for it. Clearly, I couldn’t be trusted out of my hotel room, because each time I did venture out some humiliating incident occurred with Lewis. I would shower and change and order room service. In fact, I would only come out for matches over the next few weeks. That would be the best thing. I would live there, it was certainly sumptuous enough. Perhaps then I’d be able to avoid any more toe-curling episodes of shame.
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I hope you enjoyed that little excerpt, let's just say Lewis actually has no problem with see through white-bikini's as Nicki later finds out!
The celibacy theme in the story was an interesting addition, and was actually a rule enforced on the England football team by one over-zealous manager several years ago before big games. It was controversial but none of the players made a public stand against it from what I remember, though I'm sure these hot guys had ways and means of getting what they wanted, just like Lewis does in SCORED!

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Reader reviews for SCORED


"Lily Harlem's story of a famous footballer and a sports writer is one of the best happily ever after erotica novels I've read recently. I loved the behind-the-scenes look into the sports world mixed in with the heart-thumping sex scenes. Great, read for anyone who loves all kind of detail, in and out of the bedroom."
"I can thoroughly recommend Scored. It's a clever story with twists and turns and lots of hot sex and football. What more could a girl want!"

"Lovely romantic story that is sexy and very sensual. I liked the characters especially Nicky she was a girl with integrity, but sweet. Some of the things that happen to her are quite funny. Lewis was sex on legs, very handsome and irresistible. The love scenes were hot and passionate. With a fine cast of supporting characters made this a satisfying read. I liked the cover, the guy on the front looks to me very much like a player who once played for England."
"...this book had me from the beginning."
"Lily definately showed her love for the game and made me feel like I was right there watching... The romance between Nicky and Lewis was smoldering and when fanned with enough room to breathe it combusted."
"First book I have read by this author and I can't wait to read more."
"This is my first Lily Harlem title and I downloaded it on referral from a friend. It's the best thing I've done for myself in awhile. I will admit, that lately, I've turned into the East German Judge when it comes to books and this one blew me away. It was exciting to fall in love with characters again, to be so lost in an author's voice that I just kept turning the pages. - 

I'll be buying everything Ms. Harlem has available."


"Loved this book. Love romance books with sports heroes. Nice to have a change and have our guy be an English footballer. Very well written. Truly felt for our heroine. Sexy read."
"If you want a steamy short contemporary, then you have found it!! Hot alpha male man, nice heroine character, lots of steamy sex!"

"I loved the passion that Ms Harlem was able to put into her writing and you could also tell that she had done her research into various soccer tournaments because there was an air of knowledge portrayed that seemed genuine."

"This was thrilling (soccer games), sexy (footballers) and sensual (elevator kiss). Ms. Harlem words jumped on the page for me. I am a fan of her work now. I'm off to find more. I highly recommendation this for the sports fan in all of us."

"Scored is a book that has a great story line, meaningful character development and wonderful depth of character interaction. Woven into the story line is hot steamy sex; equals a marvelous book. If your a football (soccer in US) fan and want a good love story with hot sex, this is must read!"

What I love about Ms Harlem's work is that she writes in 1st person--and she's excellent at it--but at no time do I ever feel I've been denied the chance to get to know the hero. Ms Harlem expertly sprinkles lines throughout that show exactly who the hero is, what he's feeling--and the same goes for the secondary characters. Everyone is displayed so very well, and I'll admit to being a serious fan of this author's work, and Scored is my ultimate fave so far. This isn't just a gush-fest but an honest-to-goodness response to how I feel about this book... She (Lily Harlem) is very good. You don't just have to take my word for it either. Find out for yourself!


Thanks for stopping by, have a great day
Lily x
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Making Him Wait by Kay Jaybee

Please welcome the very lovely and hugely talented Kay Jaybee to my blog today...



A Tasty Taster from Making Him Wait
It's great to be here at Outrageous and today I’m giving you a sneaky snippet from by latest BDSM novel, Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press, 2012)
Blurb
Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.
But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!
At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?
The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!
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I love writing imaginative sexual shenanigans- the more unusual the better- providing of course, they are physically possible! I’ve set stories in hotels, a mansion, with delivery men in a depot, shops, libraries, and various clubs- this time I have captured a totally different type of location- an artist’s studio.One of my dearest friends (visit the gallery on my website to see the work of the lovely Mayo), is an artist, and as I haven’t an atom of pictorial creation in me, I have always been fascinated as I’ve watched her chalk, paint or draw images to life. The pens, paper, drawing boards, and paintbrushes have long screamed at me to use them in a story- and so a studio location for a novel was something I had long been keen to play with.And what better location to place someone with incredible self control, patience, and determination not to have any personal pleasure until after each of her works of art has been created.
Here’s the Prologue to tease you with...
prick (noun, vulgar slang) a man’s penis (OED)tease (verb) to make fun of, to be provocative or playful (OED)prick-tease(r): (noun) a woman who leads a man to the mistaken belief that she is likely to have sexual intercourse with him (OED)
It is a widely held belief that being a prick-tease is a bad thing. But is it? You could argue that it's fun. That it's a welcome form of flirtatious attention and that, for some, being a prick-tease is the very essence of power.
Ignoring the buzz of her mobile phone, Maddie placed the worn stub of charcoal to the side of her easel and took a step back from the girl before her.Maddie nodded with approval as her newest model – a petite blonde – flexed the muscles she’d been keeping stock still for the previous half hour.“Control, Freya – at least the appearance of control– is everything.” The artist reached out an affectionate hand to her muse.Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasionaljob as a life model.Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work.Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her.Pushing her happily sex-drugged model onto an armchair, Maddie’s own arousal kicked up a notch as she bent to lick Freya’s nub, swiftly bringing her to the dawn of a shuddering release.While continuing to take pleasure in the sweet taste of another woman on her lips, Maddie considered how she’d phrase her responses to all the messages Theo had sent and how she’d tell him precisely  what and who had held up her replies.Inhaling Freya’s climactic scent, Maddie’s hands roamed up and over the small, orgasm-jacked body, her thoughts still with Theo. His work-calloused right hand was probably on his dick at that very moment. A heady hit of power consumed Maddie – a power as intense as the climax of the woman panting hard in the chair before her.Maddie loved making him wait...
If you’d like to find out what happens next, then you can buy Making Him Wait from all good paperback and e-retailers, including-
Amazon UK Amazon.com 


Bio
Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite,2012), and The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2011), as well as the novella's A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2012), The Circus (Sweetmeats Press, 2011), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011). She has also written the anthologies The Best of Kay Jaybee, (Xcite,2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 1st Ed 2008, 2nd Ed 2012).Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, 2013, Sweet Love, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views).
Details of all Kay's work can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk 
You can follow Kay on TwitterAnd on Faceboook

The Glass Knot - inspiration for locations!

Today I thought I'd share with you a little of the location inspiration I had for The Glass Knot.

Blurb

What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.

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This menage novel is set mainly in the Costwolds, one of the most beautiful parts of the UK.
However, the prologue is based amongst the ritz and glamour of fabulous Marbella, Spain. I adore Marbella and have visited many times. The beachfront is lively and crammed with expensive yachts, the old town full of secreted away tapas bars and the 5* hotels are opulent and luxurious and make you feel like a superstar!





The story moves to London which is where Laura, the heroine, lives. London was my home for a few years and I always get a thrill when I visit friends there. I never tire of being a tourist and enjoying the main sights and also just kicking back in one of the many traditional pubs for a night of catching up with mates and people watching - The Sherlock Holmes is an old haunt of mine!




The story then progresses to the Cotswolds. I wanted to portray Josh and Nick as having a perfect life so I dreamed them up a beautiful thatched cottage called Barn View, complete with inglenook fireplaces, beamed ceilings and an orchard in the back garden. (If you've read the book you will know why the rug in front of the fire is so worn!)





The Cotwolds are stunning winter and summer, here are a few summery pictures, I can almost smell the wild flowers. 







Reviews for The Glass Knot

"This book is a must read! I loved this story from start to finish.  All characters had a strong strength sense of themselves and this story surprised even me, because I read a lot of M/M/F books and after I read it, I wanted to read it again and again! Pick this book up, you won't be disappointed!"

"Another excellent book by Lily Harlem."

"This is honestly one of the best books I've ever read and I have read well over a hundred erotic/erotica books. It was so well written. I truly cared for these characters and, for once, I could actually see this happening in the real world. It was sweet and touching while still having seriously hot love scenes."

“I'm not even done & I'm in love with this book. I can tell it's going to be a favorite re-read. Lily has a way of writing that is so engaging, raw & real.”

“This is one of the hottest books I've read this summer. The characters are brilliantly described, the storyline intriguing and the dirty bits? Well, they are everything you expect from Ms Harlem and more. The M/F and M/M combinations got my mind ticking and my <ahem> juices flowing! If you're looking for a smokin' read, this is it. I want this book on my kindle for ever!”

“This book is superb. I loved the emotions. Sigh. It's beautiful.”




It's great fun deciding on a location for my stories, and I nearly always use somewhere I've actually visited. I'm very fortunate to have travelled a lot with Mr Harlem, though the Cotswolds, somewhere I've spent many happy times, comes up in two other books of mine, Dessert and Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, though the later is the opposite to the pictures you see above - all snow and drifts and impassable roads, meaning the couple have no choice but to stay in and get creative in ways which to stay warm and cosy! - It makes me realise that this part of the world is very dear to my heart and certainly somewhere I feel very much at home.





Thanks so much for reading, feel free to leave a comment telling me about your favourite locations not just for novels but also for real life visits.
Lily x

Sizzling!

Sizzling PR are holding their annual contest and I'm thrilled my Hot Ice novel Cross-Checked is up for Best Sports Romance. If you've read the book and Carly and Brick's story did it for you, feel free to vote :-)

Also if you enjoy Ellora's Cave books, please show your appreciation by giving them a vote in the Best Publisher Category.

OUTRAGEOUS!

Visit the naughty new blog, OUTRAGEOUS, for a whole lot of fun...

Coming Together: In Vein

Check out this great new vampire anthology, edited by Lisabet Sari - all proceeds go to the charity Doctors Without Borders.



Helping Vampires to Save the World 
Let's face it. Vampires are sexy. Something about the undead stirs up our juices. Perhaps it's their irresistible power. Even when we know the danger, we're so very tempted to surrender to their all-consuming lust. Maybe we want to comfort them, to save them a lonely, bloody eternity. Maybe we secretly crave immortality ourselves.
Vampires are frequently portrayed as evil or at least amoral, viewing humanity from the jaded perspective of centuries. Now, though, vampires are doing their part to save the world.
Coming Together: In Vein is a brand new collection of vampire-themed erotica and erotic romance edited by Lisabet Sarai. All sales of this novel-length volume support Doctors Without Borders (Médecins Sans Frontières). MSF works in nearly 70 countries providing medical aid to those most in need regardless of their race, religion, or political affiliation. Right now, despite being barred from the country, MSF doctors and nurses are in Syria, working with patients from both sides of the civil war. They're performing surgery in caves and sneaking into refugee camps to distribute desperately needed medications. 
You can help MSF in its life-saving mission, simply by indulging your passion for vampires. Buy a copy of Coming Together: In Vein in ebook, Kindle format, or print. Enjoy! Then help spread the word! Every copy we sell has the potential to save someone's life.
The list of contributors includes many names you'll recognize. Every one of these authors has provided his or her work free of charge, to support the charitable aims of the project. Furthermore, the editor is giving away a free copy of her short story collection Body Electric  to everyone who buys a copy of Coming Together: In Vein. (For details of this offer, click here.) 
You'll find an excerpt below – just to whet your appetite. 
Sink your teeth into Coming Together: In Vein. Help our vampires save the world. 
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From “The Curse” by M. Christian

She was almost late coming into work. Unheard of, though no one would have noticed. She’d stood and stared at the bare bed, looking for some kind of evidence, some kind of physicality to match her filling memory. They’d stood on the balcony, looking at the stars and the brilliant lights of the city. A natural position, Ellie’s hands on the cold metal of the balcony, the other woman’s hands around her waist, her breath on the nape of her neck. A cascade, Ellie remembered, of goose bumps, but not from the cooling night. 
Hard daylight. Blinking, wrapped in a towel, she stepped out, looking for footprints, hand prints. Moisture, a sparkling flicker of dew, anything to prove it had really happened.
They’d kissed—yes, and she tasted her again in memory:  the pressure of lips, the heat of her, the rhythm of their breathing. They’d come inside, kissed by the foot of the bed. The whisper of her black satin dress, the sudden too-tightness of Ellie’s jeans. The surprising laughter when the kiss broke, when the high of their excitement crested. The way, then, the giggles had faded as she had put her hands on Ellie’s face, traced the contours of her cheeks, her jaw, the way she’d tapped Ellie’s nose, whispering “button” in a rich, throaty voice.
In the warming room, Ellie stood at the foot of the bed, turning so she was facing the way she remembered standing. Yes. Eyes brown with flickers of amber. Lips too full, too red, too silken to be anything but a fantasy running around in the real world. Lithe, boyish. She remembered how she liked to watch her move, liked to watch her walk barefoot across the apartment. Graceful, as if every muscle were elegantly conducted to some lovely score. 
Her shoes?  Yes… She’d kicked them off, near the foot of the bed. Without really thinking of the woman walking the hard pavement on thin, bare feet, Ellie dropped down to look, hoping for the reality of a simple black pump. Nothing, of course. Memories, but nothing else.
A glance at the clock brought up more—her face, glowing as if from low embers, smiling up at her. There, in her eyes was  the lust Ellie'd wanted, needed, but also something else, something finer, softer, kinder. There was something else there, in the dull red glow, something that had made Ellie’s heart melt as fast as her body. Liquid—yes, molten....
A glance at the clock also brought a slap of reality. 8:05. Half an hour on the bridge, fifteen minutes from the garage to the office. She was going to be late. 
Still, hurrying, there was no escaping the growing number of ghosts from the past, that expired night: brushing her hair brought up a voice, rich and rumbling, and the feel of strong fingers stroking the top of her head; doing her teeth was those same fingers brushing her lips, feeling them before another kiss…
Finally, she had to stop, had to put both hands on the edge of the sink and breathe deep. In and out. Strong, steady breaths. She was late, she needed to get dressed and get going. She had work to do, lots of work to do. If it had happened... if it had happened then it was nice, and that was all. It didn’t change anything. If it hadn’t, then the world was as it was. Ellie, her little place, her little life, her job—the days falling down, one by one.
Tears, hot on her cheeks. How she wanted it to be real.
Eyes open, puffy and red. Her face in the mirror, looking broken and small. But then she saw it, as real as a shoe, as foot and hand prints in night dew. Evidence, reality. Purple and harsh, sore, yes, but evidence none the less. A scarf would hide it, but not for now. Lateness, the bridge traffic, the walk from the garage, the firm, everything was gone from her mind. For now, as she stood in the window, the bruise on the slope of her neck was too priceless to hide, too real not to be stared at.

Green-Eyed Monster - Sunday Snog - From the Seven Deadly Sins anthology

Seven erotic tales from seven sinful sirens. The Seven Deadly Sins have never been so sexy! 
- Salaciously illustrated by John LaChatte.


Wow, this has been a fun project to be involved in. Steamy stories and naughty authors,  a glass of wine (or two), some raucous singing and a shockingly late night - what's not to love?
So the end product is now available, but going right back to the beginning I should tell you that I grabbed myself the sin of ENVY - find out exactly how I claimed my favourite transgression by visiting KD Grace's BLOG - and to whet your appetite I'm going to share a Sunday Snog steamy excerpt - but be warned all the stories are off-the-charts HOT and the illustrations that go with them, phew... grab that glass of chilled water!
ENVY - Green-Eyed Monster - is about Helen's desperation to have a penis, and how she feeds her obsession by watching the gay couple in the flat opposite hers. Night after night, she strokes her strap-on, imagining herself with them, joining in the fun, being a guy too. Of course things move on from her being a voyeur, because sometimes dreams do come true - even filthy ones!
* * * * * 
Suddenly he appeared in view again. Hair roughly dried, dark green towel wrapped around his waist. I could make out the bulge between his legs. Even flaccid his cock packed a good size.
He took another slug of beer then turned from the window and strode towards the hallway.
Quickly I fiddled with the straps on my cock, straightened them out and stepped in. I could get my apparatus on in a heartbeat these days I’d done it so often. Six months ago I would have shaken my head in confusion, now it was all that filled my mind. Wearing it, imagining it, longing for it.
What would it be like for real?
Another man, tall, blond, walked across the room with Dai. His name was Nick. Dai often spoke of his friend when we were waiting for the bus in the morning. I wondered if he knew how obvious it was from the light in his eyes that I’d guessed how much he loved him.
Dai smiled, spoke, then reached into the fridge and pulled out another bottle of beer. Flicked off the lid with a silver opener and passed the drink to his companion.
Nick sat on the armchair that was angled away from my window. Dai folded down opposite on a long, low cherry-red leather sofa. It had small silver feet that held it off the wooden floor and several over-stuffed black cushions lined the back.
I watched them talking and chugging on their beers. Wondering what two guys spoke about when no one else could hear. Lazily I stroked my cock, swiping my thumb into the slit and curling around the glans. I longed to feel dampness there, pre-cum, a sign that it was enjoying my ministrations.
Dai stretched sideways and put his beer on a table, beside a chrome lamp with a black velvet shade.
I gave a firm downward stroke so I applied pressure against my clit. It was clever, this strap-on, it had a hard, raised rubber patch in the panties that was designed to stimulate my tiny portion of pleasure-giving flesh.
I had to take what I could.
Nick moved to sit beside Dai. Reached over him and set down his drink. He stayed close, his lips curling into a smile as his his gaze dropped down Dai’s body.
Heat went to my pussy as blood pooled in my now stimulated clit. I knew what was coming next. It was always the same when Nick gazed at his lover then poked out the tip of his tongue, just a little, and licked his bottom lip.
I was suddenly aware of dampness on my inner thighs. My juice leaking through the gap in the crotch. I couldn’t ejaculate like they could. My arousal was more of a constant stream of moisture. Some women could, so I’d heard, but it had never happened to me. Perhaps I should work on honing that skill. But still, would it really be the same as having pleasure surging up and out in powerful jets? Would it be the release that twisted men’s faces, caused them to yell and grunt and turned every muscle and fiber in their bodies to granite?
Fondling the base of my shaft, just enough to rotate the rubber gently over my clit, I watched, utterly mesmerised.
Nick was kissing Dai now. Lazy, long kisses. Stroking his tongue over Dai’s lips as though he truly adored tasting him. Which I believed he did.
He’d meshed his hand into Dai’s hair, his palm covering his ear and holding him close. A heaviness grew in my belly. The possessiveness of the touch, the certainty of what was going to happen next had my heart beating faster. I knew they wouldn’t disappoint, these two guys of mine. They had no idea I watched their sexy escapades with such longing to be them, to have what they had.
To penetrate.


I hope you enjoyed that sexy moment between Dai and Nick as much as Helen did ;-), if you want more sinful snogs check out Victoria Blisse on Sunday Snog, and if you want to bag yourself a copy of the anthology, links are below...

Print - all print books have illustrations (one per story)
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Ebook - If you want illustrations with your ebook buy from Waterstones - Amazon and many other ebook retailers don't allow erotic images
Waterstones
Amazon UK
Amazon US




Green-Eyed Monster by Lily Harlem
Penis Envy takes on a whole new meaning when Helen hatches a plan to use her own “cock” to its fullest extent!


My story, Green-Eyed Monster is also available as a single title ebook from Amazon and Smashwords - though it won't have the illustration with it.

Amazon
Smashwords
If you want to find out more about Seven Deadly Sins visit my website page dedicated to this anthology. Don't forget to drop by Kd Grace's blog for more sinful gossip, and the other sinner's sites...
Victoria Blisse Lucy Felthouse Sarah Masters Lexie Bay Rebecca Bond


Have a great Sunday, thanks for stopping by,
Lily x

A Perfect Fit by Tory Richards

Please welcome the super-talented Tory Richard's to my blog today. Tory is going to tell us all about her new book A Perfect Fit . Take it away...



HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!
I want to thank Lily Harlem, who has graciously allowed me to be a guest on her blog.
I’m a grandma, otherwise known as Tory Richards, who writes smut, otherwise known as erotic romance.  I have 15 published books but I’m here today to plug my second self-published book, a short erotic romance between an ex-Texas Ranger and a plus-sized model. Warning… it’s hot! I’m talking up against the wall sex that will leave you breathless, and hungry for more. And probably a little in love with the sexy hero. A Perfect Fit is out today on Amazon Kindle.
Blurb

An ex-Texas Ranger is hired to protect a beautiful plus-sized model from a possible serial killer! They mix like oil and water but in bed, their uncontrolled passion ignites an inferno! Can their obsession for one another turn into something deeper?


Excerpt


“Well, before I can get dressed, I have to undress.” Normally Marissa would have called for an assistant. She sashayed up to Beau. “I need help, cowboy. Can you please unlace me so I can get out of this thing?” She presented her back to him, then lifted her hair out of the way and waited, holding her breath. She had to admit, the thought of his eyes roaming over her body made her hot.  There was the slightest of hesitations before she heard his low drawl, “Yes ma’am.” Warm breath tickled the fine hairs at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She felt the graze of his knuckles against her flesh, and was surprised at how proficiently his fingers worked at undoing the laces that held her corset closed. It wasn’t long before Marissa felt the bodice give way, and then she was able to take in a deep breath again. When she felt Beau’s hands at the small of her back, she knew he was almost done. Then he sucked in his breath, and hesitated. Marissa smiled, knowing why.  “Is that an order, darlin?” His tone seemed a little raspy. He was referring to the tattoo she had across the top of her buttocks. Fuck me hard and fast. She’d done it on a dare. Realizing where his gaze was turned her hotter. The vixen inside her prompted her into leaning closer to him. She glanced over her shoulder and made eye contact. “More like a…suggestion.” Their gazes held. Marissa couldn’t believe how brazen she was acting. But she was suddenly horny beyond belief, and something about this big Texan got her juices flowing.  A tick appeared in his clean-shaven jaw. “Something tells me you like shocking people Miss Lambert.” Miss Lambert? So he was determined to keep it business between them. His way of remaining professional. Interesting. She was more determined than ever to break down his self-control, and as his hands continued what they were doing Marissa let her hair fall. “Almost done?”  “You’ll know when I’m done,” he growled.
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Classic Reads Blog Hop

Welcome to the Classic Reads Blog Hop. I write erotic romance, so I guess its understandable that The Story of O is favourite of mine, and certainly comes under the classic heading on my list of re-reads.



When I first started on my journey as an author I attended a weekly creative writing course, run by the local university. I was the youngest student by decades, the eldest being ninety one.
The teacher was vibrant and enthusiastic and a bottomless well of knowledge all things literature. One day I expressed an interest in writing erotica and he told me that a good place to start would be Pauline Réage.
I dashed home and ordered Reage’s classic tale of female submission - The Story of O.






I expect many of you have come across this book, and I know full well scholars have spent hours studying it and writing thesis on it. I'm not one of those people, I just read it one day, several years ago. So please don't mistake me for an expert on its plot lines and intricacies :-)

The book follows the sexual journey of O, a young French woman who seeks to be submissive to her lover Renee. He takes her to a chateau, Roissy, where she undergoes ‘training’. This section of the book is heavy on the BDSM, full of humiliation, pain and sexual perversions. O is forced to share her body with a large group of men, being viewed and treated only as an object and left strung up in a dark, cold corner of the chateau.

I thought there were bits of this section that were extreme but O constantly gives her permission despite her discomfort. 

After this initial ‘training’ O lives as Renee’s slave, never allowed to cross her legs and always available for him to take her whenever, however he wants. Renee encourages his elder step brother, Sir Stephen, to also use O – I say use because that is very much how it is written. Renee tells Sir Stephen that he will reserve her anus just for his use, kind of like a gift.





I remember this bit of the book standing out for me. The way the two men talk about O as she is pushed over, her rear in the air. It is as if they are talking about a horse they can share or a piece of clothing, not a human. But O laps it up, she feels that this is her next great test; to be able to be a sex slave to a man she doesn’t love.





Just when you think love is lacking it happens. I won’t spoil the story for any of you that haven't read it but there continues to be lots of whipping, blindfolds, ménage, piercings and sex, sex, sex.






The Story of O was first published in 1954 in France, the English edition 1965. Pauline Reage is the pen name of Anne Desclos though she did not reveal her true identity until forty years after publication. She then claimed that the book was a series of love letters to her beau Jean Paulhan. I have to say, that it is one hell of a love letter by anyone’s standards.

A sequel Return to the Chateau, Continuing the Story of O was published in France although it is seems up for debate as to whether or not it was written by the original author.

The fact that O has a single letter for her name is significant. It is claimed to be short for Odile, but also could signify O as in orifice, or O for object or even as the symbol of a hole. In O’s case, any hole her master saw fit to penetrate. You can buy pieces of jewelry with O on it that specifically represents the book and female submission.






Anyone else read it, enjoyed it, seen the DVD??? I'll be around to natter - time zones permitting.

Lily x








A Story of Love, Loss, Connection, and Grace
At the heart of the seemingly perfect Tyler family stands sixteen-year-old Leah. Her proud parents are happily married, successful professionals. Her adoring younger sister is wise and responsible beyond her years. And Leah herself is a talented athlete with a bright collegiate future. But living out her father’s lost dreams, and living up to her sister’s worshipful expectations, is no easy task for a teenager. And when temptation enters her life in the form of drugs, desire, and a dangerously exciting boy, Leah’s world turns on a dime from idyllic to chaotic to nearly tragic.
As Leah’s conflicted emotions take their toll on those she loves—turning them against each other and pushing them to destructive extremes—In Leah’s Wake powerfully explores one of fiction’s most enduring themes: the struggle of teenagers coming of age, and coming to terms with the overwhelming feelings that rule them and the demanding world that challenges them. Terri Giuliano Long’s skillfully styled and insightfully informed debut novel captures the intensely personal tragedies, victories, and revelations each new generation faces during those tumultuous transitional years.
Recipient of multiple awards and honors, In Leah’s Wake is a compelling and satisfying reading experience with important truths to share—by a new author with the voice of a natural storyteller and an unfailingly keen understanding of the human condition…at every age.

Passionate Immunity by Elizabeth Lapthorne

NOW AVAILABLE AT TOTAL-E-BOUND!

The Agency is a series I've been enjoying, so today I'm thrilled to get my hands on a copy of the latest novel, Passionate Immunity. Here are the details...


Book three in The Agency Series

Kimberly Melmoth has always dreamed of having a grand adventure, her life filled with excitement, danger and passion. When an old friend invites her to assist in an investigation looking into a project headed by a corrupt agent, she leaps at the opportunity. Sorting through mountains of paperwork doesn’t mesh with her idea of being a spy,but the electric attraction she feels to her new partner, Tristan Walters certainly does.
The depth of the instant lust searing through his body takes Tristan completely by surprise. How can one petite woman with a head full of blonde curls overtake him so completely? Her grin can light up a room and her enthusiasm is infectious. His need to protect her at all costs is overwhelming, if only she’d listen to his words of caution!
As the case heats up, both between them and in the laboratory, what should have been a simple data review turns into something far deadlier. Tristan and Kimberly both realise that neither are immune when it comes to each other and the passion that burns between them.
These books are fine as stand alone reads, but if you want to indulge and start from the beginning, here are the first two titles.


If you want to enjoy the first two books in print, they are together in The Agency.



And coming soon...




Find out more about Elizabeth HERE.