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Masks of a Tiger by Doris O'Connor

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Neeve doesn't understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend's sister-in-law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn't expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?
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*****Excerpt:
The deep, animalistic growl erupting from his chest caused more of her juices to flood her pussy, and she hastily followed his order of, "Hang on to me, sweetheart. We need to take this to the dungeon."The way he said the word dungeon sent a shiver down her body, as images of him in another dungeon filled her mind. The barely functioning rational side of her brain screamed at her what the fuck she was doing, but her body just wasn't listening. Being this close to him, the need to stay in his arms consumed her. Her empty pussy ached to be possessed by this man. The heat of his thick, rock hard cock burned her through his jeans, and when he placed her on the huge bed dominating one side of the room, she didn't want to lose the contact. He chuckled into her neck and licked the sensitive skin. The curiously rough texture of his tongue sent her nerve endings tingling, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, and ground her clit against him again. God, she was so close, so damn close, if only…Her eyes flew open, and the world tilted when he disentangled himself from her in one easy move. Before she knew what happened he had her lying over his knees, her dress pulled up to her hips, thong pulled down to her knees pinning them together. One of his arms over her back held her down."Don't move, sweetheart, or this will hurt." She froze. Surely he wouldn't spank her? And why did the thought of that make more of her juices leak out of her? Why was she not screaming no, or red, or whatever the hell one screamed in such circumstances? Instead, she was in danger of staining his jeans with her arousal. "Don't you dare spank me. I'm not five years old!" Even to her own ears the protest sounded feeble, and Grisha swatted her ass several times in quick succession. The force behind those swats pushed her further into his lap, and tears sprang to her eyes. He massaged her ass cheeks, and the hot burn eased and spread in tingles of awareness. Her pussy clamped, and she felt the wetness on the top of her thighs."Bastard! You have no right, you … oh—What are you doing? Oh God, yes, don’t stop." Grisha's amused chuckle vibrated through her, as he trailed something cold and smooth along her slit repeatedly. He followed the object with his fingers, the heat of those digits burning a path of awareness along her labia. She jumped when he circled her clit, and he murmured his approval at her panted reaction. She tried to push herself against that hand, and she screamed in surprise when he pinched her clit."That's not the way this works, sweetheart. You'll come when I let you, not before, and not until you tell me the truth."Again he traced her slit with the object, and Neeve bucked when it started vibrating. He pushed the toy slightly into her channel, and her cunt clamped around the barely there invasion, her internal muscles desperately trying to pull it in further to no avail. Grisha kept it there on the edge, driving her insane with the need to come. The orgasm hovered just out of her reach, and she groaned her frustration to the floor, pummeling his legs in the process.Another swat to the ass was her reward. Her tender flesh stung and burned, the slight pain adding to the assault on her senses."So, what will it be, Neeve? Are you going to tell me the truth, or do I carry on with your punishment?""P-punishment?" Neeve panted the words as her body climbed again. "You call this punishment? Is that all you've got?"Why she felt the need to goad him she couldn't say, but by God, her body might be betraying her, but that didn't mean that she would give in that easily."No, sweetheart, I call this torture, and I can keep this up for hours." She heard the smile in his voice, but there was an unmistakable edge of command in those words, and her stomach clenched in excitement."You're so fucking wet for me, and your ass is so pink—it’s a beautiful sight, sweetheart. So tell me if you’re not a sub, then why is your essence staining my jeans? Why is that sweet cunt of yours quivering and weeping? It's just waiting for my thick cock to fill you, isn't it?" He pushed the dildo all the way in, angling it until it hit her g-spot, and Neeve saw stars. He fucked her with merciless precision until she was a quivering mass of need and would have said anything to get off."Please, please … I need to come … please, Grisha." The swat to her ass stung, and his voice could have cut glass."You will call me, Sir, sub. And you will answer my questions without evasion." He pushed the dildo all the way in and covered her slit with his hand, whilst the vibrations inside her increased to almost unbearable levels. He pushed one of his fingers into her anus, and Neeve screamed out loud. That felt way too good."Please, please, I will, please, just let me—" "Let you what my sweet, Neeve? Let you come? Do you need to come?" His husky words in her ear grounded her, as he molded his naked chest against her back and pulled her hair until she looked sideways and up into his eyes. Glittering, golden orbs of intensity they pulled her into his will, and she couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it."Yes," she whispered, and he smiled."Then what do you call me?""Yes, Sir."His brilliant answering smile of approval spread through her and left darts of heat along her skin."And you'll answer my questions?" he asked."Yes, Sir.""Then come, sweetheart. Come for me now."
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Author Bio
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Ex Libris

I've been invited to the very popular book review site Ex Libris, to chat about sporting heroes and how I get inspiration for dreaming them up!
Click on the hot hockey player below to read my post about winter sport adventures.


And while you are there, have a good snoop around, there are sooooo many prizes on offer at Ex Libris including a copy of my sexy soccer novel SCORED.


Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.

Have a great day

Lily x

The Birth of a Book

Check out my website for all the inside gossip on how the Seven Deadly Sins anthology was born on a napkin! - due out on 30th November 2012 this sinful book is beautifully illustrated by John LaChatte. Pre-order available.

The Romance Reviews YES Party

Don't miss the party!! Today at the Romance Reviews you can enter to win a copy of TEAMWORK when it is released on 30th of November.




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Lily x

Proving Santa Exists by Victoria Blisse

Blurb
When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.
Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?
* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Hot Excerpt.
"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background."It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."I tut and shake my head."The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it." "How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?""Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist.""You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide. "Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing. I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper. I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.
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Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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Cold Nights, Hot Bodies

It's that time of year again when a hot body to snuggle up to in bed is especially welcome. Check out my wintery novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, set in the beautiful Cotswolds, UK and starring the delicious Shane Galloway! (More pictures of cover model Francis Cura on my dedicated Pinterest page.)

Blurb

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

Excerpt
Cold Nights, Hot Bodies has had some brilliant reviews...
Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews

This was a great book that really showed two characters that had amazing chemistry and how the author was able to tweak them in just a way as to make the story different from all the others on the market today. The story of Shane and Ashley was great, not only in that it was very believable but that the story flowed so well that it didn’t even feel like reading to me. When the final page came I was sad to see it end, but also anxious to see what other works Lily Harlem had up her sleeve. If you are looking for a cute read with lots of great sex and a HEA than this is the book for you! 


Miz Love Loves Books

What a great concept! Well-written and highly entertaining, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is a fantastic read for an evening on the sofa—or in bed! Who knows, you might find yourself getting inspiration for your own sex life!


Amazon

I have read a good number of Lily Harlem books, but this might be my favorite. Sure, the cover is worth the price of admission alone (although I suppose there's nothing preventing you from staring at him on Amazon all day long). But I digress. Lily Harlem's characters are always fun and the sex is always white-hot, but I would say she amped things up in this one. I could totally identify with Ashley's reluctance to come out of her shell and how much she was rewarded when she finally did. Shane is super sexy, but has a heart of gold. I liked him from his first appearance on the page. The story pulled me in and didn't let go as it became apparent that their connection was not only instantaneous and physical, but deeper and quite emotional. Both characters risk their heart and I loved them for it. The ending is wholly satisfying. You won't be disappointed!

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Here are some pictures that inspired me as I wrote Cold Nights, Hot Bodies.


























Have a great day, keep warm!

Lily x

Sunday Snog - Cougar

Welcome to this weeks' Sunday Snog. I am thrilled to have a short story in Mischief's newest anthology Cougar.



Cougar is a collection of ten sexy stories about older women and the younger lovers they seduce. Original erotica from Primula Bond, Liz Coldwell and many more.
Sara’s guest house becomes a honey trap for young studs.
When Jared mistakenly gives Miss Fenchurch a video of one of his performances, her fuse is lit for an explosive private performance.
Mrs Murdoch revisits the past and gets her kicks in the world of rock and roll.
Cougars are definitely on the prowl in this collection and here is a steamy scene from my contribution Pawn Shop starring Jared and Miss Fenchurch.


I gasped when there was a sudden tightening on my right upper arm.
‘You watched it didn’t you?’ Jared spun me to face him. ‘You didn’t sell it, you kept it for yourself. That’s how you know my name.’
‘Don’t be so ridiculous.’ He didn’t look angry, instead he looked pleased, triumphant almost.
‘So tell me, what did you think of my performance?’
I stepped backwards, he followed, holding both my upper arms now. My shoulders hit the wall and he pressed his body against mine and looked down at me. His face was so close I could make out a small scar just below his left eye and see every dark eyelash individually.
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ I said, acutely aware of his hard pecs shoved up against the soft mounds of my breasts.Pushing, pressing into me.
‘Quit the games,’ he said with a slow smile. ‘You watched me in action, you loved it, it turned you on.’ His voice was low and rumbling, and it did funny things to the very pit of my stomach.
‘No I didn’t.’ My denial was feeble, even to my ears.
Suddenly his mouth was on mine, hard, urgent and dominant.
I gasped a protest and smacked my fists against his solid body. But he ignored me and plundered his tongue into my mouth, feeding me his syrupy, yet raw flavour.
My protest turned into a groan of delight and I scrabbled for his shoulders, barely knowing whether to shove him away or drag him closer for more.
God, the man could kiss. Not only that he was kissing me like he really was enjoying it, not acting, but actually wanted me.
He ran his hands up my arms, over my shoulders and cradled my face. ‘You’re fucking gorgeous,’ he whispered onto my lips.

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Have a wonderful Sunday

Lily x

Cindy Jacks - Smuggler's Blues

Out Now!!!!!!!!!


Blurb:
Book two in the Pirates at Heart series. 
The year is 2017 and all is quiet on the eastern front. Good news for the war-weary Republic of Texas…bad news for weapons smuggling–pirate Captain Brett Logan. 
Logan’s been a surly handful since war’s end—not to mention a rather perfunctory lover—and his wife Kate has had about enough. When an illicit business venture falls in his lap, Logan is eager to get back to outrunning and out-gunning the enemy navy. 
Kate becomes an unwilling participant in Logan’s criminal enterprise, but in his element of excitement and danger, he’s the roguish daredevil she fell in love with. Their passion for each other burns hotter than ever—spurred on by the thrill of the chase. As she learns more about Logan’s wild side, Kate finds herself craving him body and soul as love, sex and adventure finally rid Logan of those pesky smuggler’s blues.

An Excerpt From: SMUGGLER’S BLUESCopyright © CINDY JACKS, 2012All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

The familiar ping of rain falling onto a tin roof startled her. Thunder rumbled, louder this time. The storm had begun.“What’s wrong?” He tilted her head up to look at him. His brow was furrowed, gaze studying hers. The concern in his expression disarmed her. Heavy raindrops beat a tattoo on the tin roof, adding to her fear and exhaustion.She shook her head. Everything was wrong.Seeming to read her mind, he nodded. “Stupid question, huh?”Kathryn nodded and sighed. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms, to fall into a dreamless sleep until this was all over. But it was nowhere near over. This ordeal continued to get more and more complicated.Leaning her head against his chest, she listened to his strong heartbeat. “Do you—do you really think Dale killed someone because of my mistake?”“No, not if he didn’t have to. Have some faith in basic human greed.” He jostled her.The remark struck her as funny. She gave a weak smile. Maybe Brett was right. Or maybe he was trying to make her feel better.“I really screwed up.”“I screwed up. You’re only here because I… I should’ve stayed home when you asked me to pass up this deal.”Home. It was all that she longed for, but the thought only brought on another wave of anxiety. Her chest grew tight and his words from the night before flooded back. He’d stolen the comfort of home from her too. Silent tears dripped down her cheeks.“But you’re bored with me.” She huffed.Lightning flashed outside, the wind picked up force. It swept through the poorly constructed shack, the oil lamp light flickering.“Kate.” He smoothed her hair and pressed her into a hug. “Kate, I didn’t mean that you bore me.”“Don’t try to sugarcoat it now.”Tilting her chin up, he cupped her face in his hands. “I’m not. I bore me when I’m at home. This life—” He motioned to the shelter and the storm outside. “This is all I’ve ever known, and I just don’t know how to entertain myself otherwise.”“I know I’m busy with the boys.” She went on as if she hadn’t heard what he’d said. “And I’ve never been the kind of woman who gets all dolled up—”He cut her off with a kiss, his hand sliding around her waist.“Stop.” She turned away.Tangling a hand in her hair, he exposed her neck and planted a trail of kisses.“You are—” He kissed down to her cleavage. “The most exciting woman I’ve ever known.”His growing erection indicated the truth in his words.“And that’s saying a lot,” she teased, his affection chasing away her self-doubt little by little.Her pulse and respiration quickened, her sex grew warm and tight. He slipped a hand beneath her shirt, letting it roam over her bare skin as if it had a mind of its own.“It’s not every woman who’ll assault me with my own wallet.”Kathryn chuckled, holding back a squeal as he stroked the ticklish spot at the cleft of her ass.“We can’t do this here.” She tried to extricate herself from his embrace.“Why not?” Skimming his lips over her jawline, he pressed her closer.“Because we’re fugitives.”Oh God, they were fugitives. Strangers in a strange land. Well, it didn’t seem all that foreign to Brett.Hand to his chest, she stopped his advances. “I didn’t know you could speak Reformlandish.”Eyes heavy-lidded, he grinned slowly. “I speak a couple Reformlandish dialects. And Spanish. Some Cajun French.”She arched an eyebrow, shaking her head. “How is it I didn’t know that?”“Not much cause to use my language skills around the house.”“What else don’t I know about you?” She leaned forward, inhaling his musky scent and the sweet whiskey on his breath.His lips were so close that hers tingled, but he didn’t move for a kiss. Not yet. “I couldn’t say. You’ll just have to find out as we go.”Running her fingertips up his arm, she imagined the landscape beneath his clothes. Since the day they’d met she’d made a road map of his body in her mind. The tattoos and scars, each ripple of muscle, every freckle, the tantalizing trail of hair that led from his bellybutton down to his cock.Yes, she knew every inch of him. And she knew just how her body would react to his touch, his scent—her pulse pounding, her pussy swollen and wet. It was all delicious, but predictable. Even the routine they’d gotten into, making love right before bed. The song he’d sing her as she fell asleep.But here, in the one place she never wanted to find herself again, she’d learned something new about her lover. She’d gotten to see the part of him he kept separate from their comfortable life at home. And though some of it shocked her and threw her off balance, there was something intoxicating about the outlaw whose arms wrapped around her.Heat flared inside her, licking at her cheeks, her nipples, her sex. She surged forward, kissing him hard, her tongue invading his mouth. Caught off guard, he tumbled backward, chuckling, but spurred her on, his hands stripping off her sweater and shirt.The cool evening air swirled around her breasts, her nipples drawing painfully tight. He leaned forward, capturing a bud between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it.She gasped, pleasure rippling through her. Since they’d come ashore, he’d been in command of the situation, never once losing his cool. Now she wanted him in command of her body. She longed for him to tease her, overwhelm her and take her. Own her.

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Little Byte Blog Hop

 

Welcome to the Little Byte Blog Hop where love and romance is being given a little technical help. A big thanks to the wonderful Cindy Jacks for organising this event.
I'm going to share a little of my Bollywood story titled The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita. Naturally my excerpt has to have a little technical addition to give it some byte, and in this case, its the laptop Kamini uses to write her weekly column about Harita. These sexy stories are the means in which she plants steamy fantasies into her dominant new husband's mind - if only he knew they originated from his wife's imagination!

Blurb for The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.

No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.


The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita’s wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I’ve waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.


Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.


So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.


Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.





Married life ticked along sweetly over the next few months. The only thing that marred my happiness was my guilt over continuing to keep Harita a secret from my husband. Of course, the situation did have one advantage, because when I recognised things Damon said when he was dominating me—masterful words Madan used to drive Harita wild—I found it ridiculously horny. It gave me added pleasure on top of the already dizzy heights of ecstasy to which he took me.To hear his deep, lusty voice utter words I’d written, or to have him orchestrate scenarios I’d dreamt up, was more erotic than I ever could have believed possible. And the fact he knew nothing about it was the icing on the cake. He obviously assumed I thought his imaginative games were all generated from his fantasies, when the truth was, they were mine. It was a game of double crossing of the sexiest kind. And that both excited and troubled me.Damon continually stated that our joining was solely about his pleasure. But they were hollow words. He always ensured I had maximum pleasure in our bedroom. Sometimes I thought I would pass out with ecstasy when he made me come over and over, barely allowing me to catch my breath between orgasms.In the evenings, members of both our families visited for elaborate meals that we enjoyed preparing together. Damon’s twin, San, was a regular visitor as were my sisters, all of whom were unmarried. On two occasions, Damon had inserted the love balls into my pussy then spent the meals giving me knowing looks as my cheeks flushed and I shifted on the seat. It had been hot, steamy fun afterwards because, of course, I had to be punished for wriggling and fidgeting.Once, when the men had retired outside for a smoke, my sisters tried to ask me about sex. But I made a zipping movement across my mouth and told them they would have to wait and find out for themselves. What would be the point of me telling them anything? The likelihood of them finding a husband with Damon’s particular kink was highly unlikely. Add in Harita’s power over him, and I knew it was impossible. We were unique.San was similar looking to Damon, because, of course, they were twins, though his face was a little longer and his nose had been broken when he’d fallen off a low bridge into a dry river as a kid. He talked a lot about the family business on his visits, but he was also interested in me and my work. He would sit for hours wanting to know about the ins and outs of the latest books I was editing.Despite being busy, and preoccupied every night, I managed to keep secretly writing The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita. Damon was often gone for long stretches with his work, and I found myself spending more and more time dreaming up her crazy antics as I was going about my chores. I began to think I was sex obsessed, getting horny thinking about a particularly juicy instruction Madan issued or a wild night of fantasy Harita enjoyed—which would likely be realised in my world once the magazine hit the shelves and Damon got his hands on it.One afternoon as the temperature outside soared, I sat with my fingertips hovering over the keyboard, and a truly sinful thing happened to episode 184.
“You will do as instructed, Harita,” Madan ordered, his brows pulling low and his eyes flashing.“But...” I was nervous and excited all at the same time. The hotel room to which Madan had brought me was sumptuous and decadent, but what he was asking was depraved and dirty.“There is no ‘but’ about it. Talin is my friend, it is his birthday, and I order you to take off your clothes and show him your pussy.” Madan’s voice lowered. “That is my present to him.”With a nervous glance at Talin, I began to peel off my canary yellow sari. He licked his lips, which I’d noticed earlier were soft and sensuous and nearly always up-tilted in an easy-going smile.As my garments fell to the floor, leaving me standing in scarlet lace underwear, Madan moved nearer.“Remove your panties and lie on the bed, Janu.”I did as he asked, my heart fluttering and my breaths coming short and sharp as I lay down flat. Obeying Madan was my only choice, and, if he wanted me to bare my pussy to another man, that’s what I had to do. He was my dom, my master. I was required to serve his bidding.“Open your legs,” Madan instructed, as he adjusted himself within his own underwear.He was getting hard, I could tell.The blankets were satiny and smooth, but I barely noticed them as I parted my thighs andexposed the soft, damp folds of my pussy to the two men standing before me.“She is very beautiful,” Talin said, his eyes drinking me up.“She is not only beautiful, she also understands that she is mine to do with as I wish,” Madan said. “So if you want to touch her, dear friend, go ahead and sample the delight of her chut.”
By the time I’d finished writing the entire scene and all three characters were hot, sweaty and sated, I was hovering on the point of a climax myself.In a reckless and daring move, I hit ‘send’.What had I done?Oh, blow to the consequences. If Damon read it and decided to share me with another man, then that was up to him. He could get the idea from any number of places. It didn’t have to be from The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita. I was hardly the creator of threesomes.Who was I kidding!Damon was well and truly hooked on the series. Only last week, he’d harnessed me to the bed and teased me with his mouth for a whole hour until I’d begged for release the way I would beg for my life. It was exactly what Madan had done to Harita the week before.I dragged in a deep breath and took a long drink of my iced water. No, there was no going back from what I’d just done. Soon, Damon would have my wildest fantasy written before him in explicitly graphic detail. The only question was—would he act upon it?* * * *I didn’t have to wait long. Three days after episode 184 hit the shelves, Damon came in from work and announced he’d invited San for dinner. That in itself wasn’t unusual. San spent a lot of time with us. But the way Damon skimmed his tongue over his lips and shifted from foot to foot warned me that San could expect considerably more than dinner this evening.The meal of rice and masala was a success. San, as always, praised my cooking and stated he longed for the luck of Damon in finding the perfect wife.I smiled my thanks and stood to clear the table.“Leave that, Siyàra, I will do it,” Damon said, quickly standing.“Are you sure?”“Yes.” He touched a finger to my cheek and smoothed it down to my chin. “Why don’t you go into the bedroom. I wish to speak to San alone.”Obediently I left the room and shut the bedroom door to give the men their privacy. One half of my brain said they were discussing the family business, the other half shouted they were planning what to do with my body, which was at Damon’s command now I was within these four walls.Heat pooled in my pelvis, and my breaths were shallow as I tidied away jewellery I’d left scattered on the dresser. As I drew the curtains against the fading light, my nipples grew tight and hard, scraping against my bra. Memories of Harita’s time with Madan and Talin filled my mind. It had been a very graphic episode.I fidgeted and fussed in the room for a whole half an hour before the door opened. Damon stepped in, his face creased as if he held in a worry.“Sir,” I said, quickly jumping up from the bed on which I’d been perched.“My beautiful Kamini.” He stepped up to me and cupped my cheeks in his palms. “You know I love you with all my heart, and I enjoy our games very much.”I nodded and stared up into his eyes. I swear I could see the perfectness of his soul whenever I gazed into them.“Tonight I need you to trust me and obey me more than you ever have before.”I nodded again.“It will be wonderful, incredible, a dream come true for me, but you must remember the safe word, Murshidabad. If you want it to stop, you must say that word, okay?”“Yes, Sir.”“Do you trust me?”“With my life.”He grinned. “With your pleasure?”Brushing my lips over his, I murmured, “Absolutely.”He kissed me back, a hard, passion infused mating of mouths, and when he pulled away, I could see he’d slipped into role—he had set his jaw and tightened his moist lips into a straight line.“Take off your clothes,” he ordered in his gruff dom voice. “And lie on the bed.”
Quickly I did as he asked, dropping my sari to the floor, unhooking my bra and shucking off my panties.
He leaned over me as I stretched out with my head nestled in the soft pillows. “Exquisite, as always.” He bent to my breast and suckled my nipple into his mouth.
I arched, reaching for more, and slotted my hands into his thick hair. He sucked harder, licked and tugged the tight bud until I whimpered and squirmed.
He released me suddenly and strode to the door. “San,” he called down the corridor. “I would like to share something with you.”
The knot of lust in my stomach tightened and my heart tripped over itself. This was it. I’d set this up when I wrote Harita’s adventure with Madan and Talin. Now, the very same thing was going to happen to me with my husband and his brother. It was crazy, this control I had as a submissive, and it made it all the sweeter, all the more delightful. I also knew that my feeling so excited at the prospect of being loved by two men meant I was indeed a very, very bad girl!
San stepped into the room, his broad shoulders tense and his face serious.
“Brother,” Damon said, gesturing to me. “Kamini is happy to oblige my every desire, and tonight I desire her to show you her body and all of its delights.”
San glanced at me, but not at my naked form, at my face. It was as though he were asking for my permission. I had no doubt he and Damon had discussed what was about to happen—they were as close as two brothers could be—but still, he needed affirmation from me that this was okay.
I smiled and provocatively stroked a long lock of my hair and rested it on my nipple.
San stuck out his tongue and swept it over his lower lip, leaving a soft sheen of moisture.
“She is very beautiful, don’t you think?” Damon said, stepping right up to the bed and plucking the curl from my nipple.
“Indeed,” San said, his attention now on my breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly with each excited breath I took. “Incredibly beautiful.”
“You may touch her,” Damon said.
San again looked at me.
“It is not up to her,” Damon said, his voice stern. “She is mine to do with as I wish. I explained that to you already, and Kamini...” He paused and twirled a finger around my nipple, pinched it and pulled it to full tautness once more.
I gasped.
“Kamini knows this is the case. It is what we agreed from the beginning.”
San stepped up to the bed, and I stared at his dark, lustful expression as he watched his brother toy with my nipple. His fascination was obvious and confirmed to me that this was the first time he’d seen a naked woman in the flesh.
“Take her other one,” Damon said. “She likes it tugged and rolled like this.” He pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger and pill-rolled my sensitive stalk just the way he knew I liked. Until it hovered on the point of pain.
Sighing, I fluttered my eyes shut and writhed for more.
Suddenly there was another set of fingers on me, tweaking my opposite nipple.
“She is so soft,” San whispered as if in awe.
He was creating the same, luscious sensations Damon was generating, and I sighed deeply to show him he was doing it right.
“Yes,” Damon agreed. “She is soft inside and out.”
I opened my eyes and saw pride in Damon’s face as his gaze trailed down my naked body. My heart almost burst with the pleasure I could give the man I loved.
“Sir,” I whispered, my pussy twitching with the need for him to touch me there. I wanted us to share our love in the most physically explosive way we knew how.
“She is always hot for it.” Damon chuckled and sat on the bed. He settled his big hands over my thighs. “Open up, I want to show San your chut.”
Amidst the torrent of emotions I was experiencing at having my legs parted to allow another man to study my intimate feminine folds, I recalled writing that line. “Open up, I want to show...” except Talin had been replaced with San, “your pussy.”
Cool air wafted over my heated, exposed flesh as Damon kept on spreading my legs wider and wider. My hip joints stretched, and he bent up my knees, revealing all of my flesh to his and San’s eyes.
“Sit down,” Damon said to his brother and nodded at the bed just below my feet.
Inside I squirmed. Damon had seen my deep, rose-coloured flesh many times. He’d made it glisten with arousal and admired its contrast against my jet-black pubic hair. But to have San studying me so closely was like a new caress, a forbidden fruit out of which I had no choice but to take a bite. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pushed my head back on the pillow and surrendered to their inquisitive eyes drinking up my wanton, needy pussy.
“She is so very neat,” San said. “You are indeed a lucky man.”
I was aware of one of them trailing a finger up my inner thigh. Damon?
“Yes, she is perfect, and incredibly responsive.” As he spoke, the finger slid upwards and expertly penetrated my pussy.
Groaning, I tilted my pelvis, searching for pressure on my G-spot.
“She certainly is,” San said, wonder in his voice.
“Feel her inside,” Damon said, withdrawing what I now knew was his finger.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, she is mine to give you.”



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Blurb for The Glass Knot

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.


Reader advisory - The Glass Knot is an erotic romance featuring M/M and M/F love and every combination of two guys and a girl you can think of!

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Book four in the Hot Ice series. (All Hot Ice books are stand alone reads, they don't need to be read in order.)

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 and 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 it when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal? 

Reader Advisory: Contains m/f/m. Go on, you know you want to indulge!