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Born on the Bayou by Lynne Connolly

Lynne Connolly has a steamy new release over at Ellora's Cave and just check out that smokin' hot cover - Phew!!! - what's more the lovely lady herself has popped over to tell us all about it. Take it away Lynne...


Thank you so much to Lily for hosting me today. I’m thrilled to be able to show you my new release.
I wrote Born on the Bayou as the second book in the Nightstar series, about a rock band on the cusp of success. Jace Beauchenne is the guitarist and effects man for the band, a deceptively lazy half-French, half Louisiana man who only wants to make music.Until he meets Beverley.
Beverley has had to give up her chef career because she developed an allergy to flour. A friend of mine had this condition, and when I did some research, I discovered that this is something many cooks suffer with. Some can get over it by using latex gloves, but at the top level, chefs use their sense of touch to understand the food and make it perfect. Beverley won’t accept anything less than perfection, so she gives up the career she’s worked all her life for.
I loved writing the Nightstar series, with different aspects of a band on the cusp of making it really big. They all have other interests, and they have to decide whether to give that up and work full-time at the band. Jace has to decide whether to give up the house he grew up in, now being developed into a hotel, and go with the band. But that would mean leaving Beverley behind.
I love characters in the process of change, on the cusp of moving on to something new in their lives. That kind of decision brings out the intensity of character, what makes them what they are. Not to mention that Jace is one of the sexiest heroes it was my pleasure to write, and Beverley so courageous and conflicted that she fully deserves her happy ending.
BlurbBook 2 in the Nightstar series 


When Jace Beauchene, guitarist for Murder City Ravens, goes home to confront his unhappy childhood, he finds instead the sexiest woman in the world. Seeing the broken-down old plantation house all gussied up and new makes him realize he can’t go back, and Beverley Christmas makes him want more for his future. She lights up his nights, dazzles his days, makes him want more than he has a right to. But he’ll take it.
Beverley didn’t realize men like Jace existed. Rampantly, unashamedly sexy, he shows her how to live, how to open up to new experiences. She’s spent most of her life learning her trade in the great kitchens of the world; now Jace shows her what bedrooms are for. And every other room in the house. But their paths lie in different directions. Unless they can find a way to combine what they both want, their red-hot affair will leave them both burned.
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Find out more about Lynne HERE

Shared Too by Lily Harlem - now in print!

Shared Too the sequel to Shared is now also available in print which means both books can be a enjoyed as a paperback pair.


Shared


Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.

She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.

She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.

Shared Too


Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.

But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity.

I soon realized the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking, but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.



Find out more and read excerpts HERE and if you want to check out my Pinterest board dedicated to Shared and Shared Too, click on the threesome below.




Have a great day,

Lily x

Seven Deadly Sins is out NOW!

An erotic illustrated anthology.



“Seven erotic tales from seven sinful sirens. The Seven Deadly Sins have never been so sexy!”

Aphrodite Gets a Piece of the Action by K. D. Grace

A young voyeur finds himself faced with the almighty task of going global with Lust!

Caged by Rebecca Bond 

Greed pushes a policewoman straight to the top. But her quest for power uncovers more desire than she ever knew she had!

Glutton to Gourmet by Victoria Blisse

Anabel has never known when to say ‘when’. But the dashing Roman shows her that quality is just as delicious as quantity.

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!

An Indolent Seduction by Lexie Bay

When the demon of Sloth sets his sights on the angel Industria, apathy becomes dangerously alluring.

The Sweetest Revenge by Lucy Felthouse

Abigail’s crush on Mackenzie has made her do something stupid. Will Pride come before a fall…or cause them to fall in love?

Something Else by Sarah Masters

A man’s Wrath at the loss of his lover sets him on a vengeful path that leads him through a seedy and sexually charged underworld.

Excerpt from The Sweetest Revenge by Lucy Felthouse

Chapter One

As soon as she heard the roar of the engine, Abigail’s heart rate increased. She could recognise it at quite some distance now, and as it drew closer to her office building, she could feel the vibrations beneath her feet.

Grabbing a handful of documents from the pile on her desk, Abigail headed over to the photocopier which stood by the window. That way, she could pretend she was duplicating paperwork, when in fact she was looking out of the window at the motorcycle and its rider.

And there she was. Mackenzie, in all her leather-clad glory, thundering into the car park. Her beautiful red hair flapped beneath the helmet, slowing to a stop as the motorcycle did. The khaki green mean machine, as Abigail had nicknamed it, was as stunning as ever. Between them, rider and bike made a very attractive picture. One Abigail could quite happily look at all day long.

She realised she hadn’t actually made any attempt to photocopy anything yet, so she hastily shoved one of the pieces of paper under the lid, keyed in the command for thirty copies and pressed the green button. Then she was free to gaze out of the window for a good long while before anyone suspected anything.

Not that it was any big secret, anyway. The entire office knew of Abigail’s crush on the motorcycle courier, and she was often teased about it. The only reason she wasn’t being ribbed right there and then was because nobody else was tuned into the motorcycle’s engine noise frequency like she was—they wouldn’t have realised Mackenzie was here unless they looked out of the window. Glancing behind her, Abigail saw that everyone was engrossed in what they were doing, so she could perv out of the window, completely undisturbed and without mockery.

Turning back, she saw that Mackenzie had now put the Ducati Monster on its stand and flung one long leg over it. She tugged off her heavy duty leather gloves, lay them on the seat and proceeded to undo her helmet. Abigail held her breath. This bit was always her favourite. The way the younger woman managed to still look gorgeous when removing a motorcycle helmet was incredible. Her long red hair flowed free, and after a couple of quick finger-combs, it looked immaculate. For the hundredth time, Abigail wondered what her secret was. She was sure if she went on a motorcycle without tying her hair back, it would look like a rat’s nest by the time she arrived anywhere.

Clipping the helmet’s chin-strap back together, the courier then hung it from one of the handlebars, pulled the keys from the ignition and moved to the box attached to the back of the bike. She unlocked it, retrieved two small parcels and shut and locked the lid before retrieving the keys and walking towards the front door of the building. She wore sensible, rather than fashionable, boots and leathers and they lent her walk a strange gait. Abigail didn’t care. She was so infatuated with the woman that it would take more than that to put her off.

She watched as Mackenzie made her way into the building and was eventually lost from sight. Switching her attention to her fake photocopying, she saw that the dated machine was still chugging its way through the original thirty copies she’d requested. She grinned. At this rate, it’d still be going by the time the courier exited the building and got back on her bike. If there was someone at Reception, then of course the process of having a parcel signed for was speedy. Usually, that’s what happened. But occasionally if there was some super-sensitive reason no one else could handle the delivery, the member of staff it was for would have to come and sign for it themselves. That, of course, meant it could take much longer, depending on whereabouts they were in the building and how long it would take them to get to the front desk.

Abigail herself could be at Reception in under a minute from her desk, and would gladly be, if her presence was requested by the goddess Mackenzie. All she would have to do was click her fingers and Abigail would come running. And not just for a parcel. For whatever reason she damn well felt like giving.

Excerpt from Green-Eyed Monster by Lily Harlem


I knew I should resist. Really I did. But I couldn’t. The urge was just too compelling. Crazy, really, because it wasn’t as though seeing it made me feel good. No, it gave me this gut-wrenching, skin-crawling sensation that made my head thump and my heart pound. It caused me to feel sick and twisted physically and mentally.

What have I become?

But it also wet the gusset of my knickers and spiked my nipples until they pushed against the silk cups of my bra. Watching made my clit tingle, as if it ached to get bigger, and my lips often felt bruised afterwards; perhaps I bit them without realizing.

I reached my cock from its satin-lined box and walked towards my bedroom window. As usual I didn’t draw the blinds, just allowed the London darkness to swallow my still figure and keep me hidden. Now all I had to do was wait.

Waiting spun what-ifs’ around my head, web-like, obsessive. To calm myself I stroked the length of silicone, feeling its dense weight in my palm—it could soothe my nerves as much as it could bring me to a wonderful, ecstatic frenzy.

You see, I wanted what he had. Desperately. I had no idea where the black longing had come from. One day it had just hit me, a physical punch to the gut. It stole my breath, knotted my insides and consumed my thoughts. Now my days revolved around my need for it.

His name was Dai—Welsh for David, so he told me—and he worked at Rengrade IT Solutions based on the Arlington Road. I knew this from our chats at the bus stop every the morning. It was Dai who’d started the conversations. Comments about the weather at first—moaning about the rain or praising the sunshine—then he went on to chat about what he was doing at the weekend or admire something I was wearing; once he told me he liked my new jacket and it went well with my emerald eyes. Whenever he spoke I would nod and watch his mouth; his bottom lip was fuller than the top and his right canine a fraction raised. 

He’d told me he enjoyed going to the dogs. Which meant he was a bit of a gambler. That was okay, I had vices too. I couldn’t say no to nicotine and lately I’d been biting my fingernails again. Oh, and I guess playing with my cock was an undeniable addiction and many would call it a vice.



Want to find out how this book was born? Click HERE to read all about it.





If you want the erotic illustrations with your ebook then purchase from WATERSTONES who are pretty relaxed about erotic art, (unlike Amazon), however all print books come with saucy pictures wherever you buy them from. Enjoy!

Print:
Amazon UK
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eBook:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Waterstones



Also  my story in the Seven Deadly Sins anthology is available as a single title from Smashwords. Green-Eyed Monster is incredibly naughty and suitably sinful, I hope you'll check it out either as part of the anthology or on its own.


Thanks for stopping by

Lily x

Bollywood Nightmare by Victoria Blisse

Kidnapped! 
Hi Lily, thanks for having me over to visit today. I’ve got some really exciting news, Bollywood Nightmare, the second book in my Djinn’s Amulet Series is out today!  *elbows someone to the left* Shhhh Johnny, I’m getting round to that. Sorry, about that. Okay, let’s carry on. Here’s the blurb for the book.
Book two in the Djinn’s Amulet Series
Sometimes what seems to be a nightmare can change into a dream come true.
Kiya is the daughter of Rahul Khan, the biggest Bollywood star of all time and she is a talented actress in her own right. Her abundant curves have taken Bollywood by storm and now Hollywood is knocking at her door.
Johnny is the Khan family Djinn. He is responsible for Rahul meeting his true love Laura. Well, that’s what he tells people anyway. His Masters latest wish is the safekeeping of his daughter Kiya on her American adventure. How he ends up powerless and alone he’s not quite sure and how he’s going to rescue the kidnapped Kiya without his Djinn magic is a mystery.
Luckily, Kiya has many talents She sets about seducing her captor, Aseem but it isn’t just her virginity he takes, it’s her heart.
Will Kiya and Aseem beat the odds, escape the badlands warehouse and have all the wild, kinky sexy they long for? Will Johnny be wished free, will he go to his soul mate in Djinnistan and will they all live happily ever after?
Reader Advisory: This book contains contains a scene of dubious consent, some hot spanking, sexy bondage and a sarcastic Djinn you are going to fall in love with.
So Silver Screen Dream, the first book in the series is about Rahul Kahn and how he fell in love with an usherette at a London cinema, Bollywood Nightmare focuses on his daughter, Kiya and her rise to fame in Bollywood as a buxom star, her kidnap and her falling in love with on of her captures.  *Turns to the left* Oh, hush. I’m getting to you, be patient. *glares* Sorry about this folks, I have an inpatient Djinn, but he will just have to wait his turn. First, an excerpt from Kiya, where she first meets Aseem... 

This Aseem sounded a lot nicer than the guys who were leaving. He had a familiar Eastern twang to his voice, though it was masked with quite a heavily American accent. He would be my best bet for getting out of here, I knew it. I needed to escape before the hard cases came back but that was as far as my clever plan stretched. “Don’t untie the bitch either,” I heard one of the voices from a distance, “you complete idiot. She’s not our guest, she is our captive.” “But surely I can—”“No, Aseem, no. Think of your poor mother, she’d die if anything happened to you and if that fat chick escapes then something nasty will happen to you, I promise.” Heavy footsteps echoed around the space and grew quieter as the brutes headed for the door. “Fat chick?” I heard Aseem mumble. “She isn’t fat, stupid men, they don’t appreciate beauty.” “Aseem,” I whispered, “that’s your name, isn’t it? Aseem, please help me.” “Dear woman, I wish I could but you have heard what my orders are.”“But you sound like a good man, Aseem, you know this is wrong.”“Everything about this mess is wrong but I can’t do anything about it. They’re not good people, janemaan, and if I anger them I will be in even deeper trouble.”“But I could help, I’m rich, my father is rich, we live in India. We could take you and your family away from here. I know my dad would reward you richly for helping me.”“No one can help me, no one. Please be quiet or I will be forced to gag your pretty mouth too.” Aseem’s voice hardened. I knew when to cut my losses. At least he seemed like a good man and I was pretty sure I could get him talking. I was an actress, I played with emotions all the time. I would do my best to use my wiles to my advantage. I wouldn’t even mind if I had to seduce him. “Aseem, could you at least take the blindfold off for me, please?” “Oh, I suppose so. It’s not like there’s anything to see in this dump anyway.” I felt his body warmth as he drew closer. He smelt of spices, cardamom and cinnamon and musky manliness. He moved his fingers deftly untied the material from around my head and I blinked in the light. It was searingly bright at first but as I accustomed to letting my eyes work again I realised that the huge, high-ceilinged room was lit by a single dangling bare bulb. It was a dank, dark place. There was the odd box scattered here and there but nothing to indicate the place was really used any more. I was sat on an old wooden bench in the middle of a cleared area. Aseem was sat in an old garden chair off to the right of me, a newspaper open before him. His eyes were dark and mellow like unrefined sugar, his skin was just a shade or two lighter and made me think of caramel. I certainly liked the idea of licking him all over. He was slim but sculpted, I could see the muscle definition in his arms under the edge of the black t-shirt he wore. Nope, there would be no problem at all in seducing him to get me out of this situation.

Find out what happens to these two love birds by picking up your copy of Bollywood Nightmare today. *Loud, rumbling thunder, flashes of lightening from the left* Alright, Johnny. I know you’re an all-powerful Djinn, you don’t have to throw an all-powerful paddy to make your point. 
Johnny the Djinn is back folks. He’s the part narrator of the tale, he’s the one who thinks he’s the centre of the whole series, he believes that you’ll all be terribly impatient to hear all about him.  He’s annoying, but loveable. He’s in there, too. Trying hard to rescue Kiya and generally being his usual sarcastically suave self. 

Bollywood Nightmare is available exclusively from Total-E-Bound right now but you’ll be able to pick it up from all good online booksellers on the 30th December.  
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Thanks so much for stopping by today Victoria, this series sounds awesome!! And readers, make sure you visit Victoria's website, she is the organiser of Blissemas 2012 - great prizes to be had - and the Smutters Advent Calendar, where you can get a cool freebie everyday from some of the top names in erotic romance.
Lily x

Out Now - Caitlin's Hero by Donna Gallagher

Please welcome fellow Total-E-Bound author, Donna Gallagher to my blog today...



Thank you, Lily for having me. I thought I’d start off with a little bit about me.
I’ve always been a reader, averaging three books a week. My discovery of e-books and the ability to read them through my smart phone was one of my all-time greatest moments, one my husband rues to this day. I can take my library with me wherever I go. I never considered that I could write it just didn’t enter my head. I wasn’t a good student, apart from music and the term we studied Wuthering Heights in English, I found school to be boring and left at a very early age. It was quite a shock to wake up one morning to find voices in my head, all clamouring to share their story – makes me sound a bit loopy, I know!
I had to write, the voices would not let up. I loved the storylines I was being given, but my lack of confidence in my writing ability, you know all the punctuation and grammar that’s needed to make the written word legible, held me back from submitting to a publisher. I did send the first five pages of two of my manuscripts off to a competition and as you can imagine I didn’t score very well. But I did get some useful tips and took advantage of that information. 
Two years on, at the tender age of forty-seven, I decided that I should at least try submitting my manuscripts. After all what did I have to lose, the worst that could happen was rejection, and I expected that, but I was hoping to gain some more advice along the way. Well imagine my surprise when I received the email that offered me the chance to work on my manuscript, my fabulous editor helping me all the way, and re-submit. Well the rest as they say is history. After cleaning up my manuscripts and I’m talking heavy duty bleach here, I now have five contracts with Total-E-Bound and still have to pinch myself each day to make sure I’m not dreaming. 
My erotic romance series revolves around the lives and loves of footy players from a fictional Sydney rugby league team, The Jets. Rugby League, a popular Australian sport, has always been a passion of mine, so it makes sense that my muse would be a footy player.


Caitlin’s Hero is book one in my League of Love Series; 
Falling for him is easy. Dealing with his high-profile life—a life deemed public property by his fans and the press, plus an ex-wife out for blood—now, that’s the hard part. 
Twenty-year-old Caitlin Walters was living a normal life. She attended university, socialised a little and had a good relationship with her mother and stepfather. But when her parents are tragically killed in a car accident, Caitlin’s life is forced to change. The once carefree girl becomes sole guardian of her stepbrother. Giving up her university course to support and raise eleven-year-old Riley, Caitlin struggles to deal with her new responsibilities.
Her job, singing at a local Italian restaurant, brings Caitlin some peace. On stage, she leaves her life and its troubles behind. Feeling comfortable and sensuous, she is like a siren calling out to lost souls. It’s on one of these nights that Caitlin begins a romance with Australian Rugby League captain, Brodie James. Brodie, not content with his so-called perfect life and struggling with commitment issues following a disastrous marriage, falls hard for Caitlin.
The relationship does not run smoothly for the self-sacrificing Caitlin, as she learns how to deal with Brodie’s nasty, jealous ex-wife, a muck-raking reporter and intrusive but well-meaning rugby fans. Along the way she makes new friends, and awakens the untapped sensual desires of the woman inside.
I hope you enjoy this excerpt.
Caitlin did not know how or when it had happened, but her blouse and bra were now undone, leaving her breasts bare to his heated gaze. She loved the way he was looking at her, touching her. She had never gone this far before, and was unprepared for the intensity of her feelings. Oddly, she was not embarrassed at all to be so open to him. She wanted to touch him and tried to pull his jumper up but couldn’t free him of it, so snugly did it fit over his bulging biceps and chest. Brodie pulled the wool garment over his head in one move, and she caught her breath at the sight of his muscled, masculine chest.
Curly, light brown, almost golden hair covered the upper part of his chest, and she couldn’t help notice it tapering down to form a path to his pants waistline and what lay beneath. She explored his chest, getting to know the feel of it, touching the hair and twisting it, brushing her hand across and around his distended nipple. He groaned and before she had taken another shallow breath, she was lying beneath him. He had lifted her off his lap and laid her on the sofa, stretching out next to her with his leg over hers.
Caitlin was unaware of how much time had gone by. All she knew was this man. She wanted to climb right under his skin and needed to feel closer. All the while he touched her and stroked her, and the hardness of his erection pushed into her hip. She wanted to touch him, but he had both her hands held in one of his, lightly pinning them above her head. The other hand was making its way up her skirt—he touched her through her panties. She felt the lips of her vulva swell at his touch. She was so wet she could feel the seep of liquid coming from her body. Unsure, she pulled away from him a little.
“Can I touch you, angel? Feel if you’re all wet for me?” Brodie whispered in her ear, the words both shocking and exciting Caitlin at the same time. “I sure hope you are wet for me. It’ll make me feel so good knowing that you’re as hot for me as I am for you. Trust me, angel, I won’t hurt you. If I do anything that you don’t like or feel comfortable with, just tell me and I’ll stop.”
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Thanks so much for stopping by Caitlin. It's been great to have you tell us all about Caitlin's Hero.

Lily x

Watch Out

My friend Savannah Chase has invited me over to her blog - Watch Out - to chat about my fondness for writing menage a trois novels - I hope you can stop by and say hi.
Lily x

Sunday Snog - Teamwork

Sunday Snog again, and how could I not share a lip-smacking moment from my hot new menage a trois novel Teamwork?

Blurb
Book four in the Hot Ice series. (Can be enjoyed as a stand alone read!)

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? 



It is the start of Blissemass, so be sure to leave a comment to be in with a chance to win a Kindle Fire! Details at the web home of Victoria Blisse.

Excerpt from Teamwork


Todd got out of the car, leaving his keys in the ignition and the headlights on.If I didn’t think the weight in my chest could get any heavier, I was wrong. That was my final bit of confirmation that we really wouldn’t be spending the night together. I’d had one last glimmer of hope that he might come in. Join me in the guest wing for some dirty fun. But it seemed that wasn’t to be.We walked toward the porch area that had a large red-tiled roof and thick white pillars. Six bay trees in bronze pots sat on the steps leading up to it and a security light cast long shadows onto the double-fronted door.“Fiona,” he said when we reached the top step.“Yes.” I turned to him.He curled his hands over my shoulders, his thumbs just stroking the base of my neck. He stepped in close and I could smell the clean cotton scent of his shirt mixed with his citrusy aftershave. “Can I kiss you good night?”I stared up into his heavy-lidded eyes. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. “Yes,” I whispered as my heart tripped over itself.He lowered his head and his lips brushed mine, carefully, hesitantly, as though he were worried about breaking me. One small kiss, then another, no tongues, just soft, lingering pecks.I reached up and pressed my palm against the smooth skin on his cheek. “Todd?”“Yeah.” His breath was hot on my mouth, my chin.“Kiss me properly.”His mouth twitched into a half-smile, his fingers tightened on my shoulders and he gave me a real kiss. It was still reverent, tender, but it was enough to get lost in. I opened up and let him in. His wet, warm mouth tasted so good—sugar and sunshine, a wonderful sexy flavor spreading over my tongue as he searched gently for mine.I dropped my hand from his face and felt his solid chest beneath his shirt, his heart beating strong and his breaths coming steady.He broke our kiss. “Damn, but you’re just the sweetest little thing,” he murmured, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I could eat you all up.”“So eat.” I pressed my chest to his, searching for more connection, needing to feel his delectable body touching mine.He shook his head. “Not tonight.”Oh god, he’s torturing me.“Tomorrow,” he said. “One of the guys on the team, Phoenix, his kid is being christened. They’re having drinks and cake and stuff at The Burton Hotel afterward. Will you come with me?”My head spun, not just from the lovely kiss that was apparently going no further, but also from the sudden invitation.“I don’t know.”He grinned, touched his lips to the tip of my nose. “I’ll pick you up at noon.”The heat of his body left mine as he stepped away. My arms fell to my sides and I buckled my weak knees to remain standing. What the hell had just happened? I felt as though I’d gone into a tailspin. One minute my body was on high alert for sexy action, then knocked down, and then flung back up again with the promise of more tomorrow.“But I have nothing to wear, no gift or…”With his hand on the open car door, he looked over the roof at me. “That dress is perfect, green really suits you. And don’t worry about a gift, I’ll take care of it.” He flashed one of his heart-stopping smiles. “Good night.”The car headlights illuminated the fronds of various shrubs that lined the driveway as he pulled away. But just for a few seconds then everything fell into darkness once more.My heart was pounding, my lips still tingling. I tried to regain some control over my sagging knees and jelly-like thighs by resting my back against one of the pillars.Todd was gorgeous, charming and one hell of a kisser. But he’d left a gap in my evening by disappearing like that, vanishing just as it was getting good. As far as a date went it was faultless, as far as the bit after the date, it was beyond frustrating.The sound of crickets filled the air. I wasn’t familiar with the noise and it reminded me how far I was from home. I pushed away from the pillar and went up to the front door. It was then I realized I didn’t have a key.Damn.I would have to ring the bell so Raven could let me in. Then not only would he know exactly what time I arrived back—and I didn’t see why he should be privy to any of my comings and goings—his surly face would be the last thing I saw before I went to bed.I’d have to get past him quickly. Try my best to ignore his huffs and grunts and get up to my room. A warm tingle in my clit was demanding attention and it seemed my finger was the only relief available.My first gentle tap on the door resulted in nothing, so I knocked hard, then harder still.Eventually the door swung open.“You’re home,” Raven said as I stepped into the dark hallway.“Yep.” I tightened the strap of my purse over my shoulder and bent to slip off my heels.The door shut with a bang. There was the slide of a bolt.I straightened and looked at him. He’d abandoned the sling and stood with his arms at his sides. He was wearing only sweats. His feet were bare, his abs tensed to a row of bricks.“And,” he said gruffly.There was something distinctly menacing about him, but at the same time so damn alluring it irritated the hell out of me. Why did he have to have such an amazing body? It wasn’t fair.“And what?” I asked, putting one hand on my hip and letting my shoes swing from the other.He didn’t reply. Just stared at me, let his gaze slide over my chest, hips and legs then slowly back up again.I shifted from foot to foot, the marble cool on the soles of my feet. I could make out the shadows slicing across his face, neck and throat, the blackness of his eyes boring into me.“And…did he kiss you?” he asked quietly.Turning, I flicked my hair over my shoulder and walked toward the stairs. “What has it got to do with you?”“Everything.”He was in front of me, close, so close I could feel the warmth from his broad chest radiating onto my cleavage and arms. I stepped back. He followed. I stepped back again and my shoulders hit brickwork.He placed his hands on the wall on either side of my head. “Did…he…kiss…you?” he asked again, in a voice so low it seemed to vibrate straight into the very center of my body.I was breathing fast now, panting. I felt hemmed in, there was no escape. “Yes.”He licked his lips. His nostrils flared. Something in the base of his eyes burned brighter than any flame.A shocking realization came over me. I didn’t want to escape. My God, I couldn’t take my eyes off his mouth, that sullen, annoying mouth that was glistening from where he’d just swept his tongue over it.My taste buds actually tingled to taste him. Learn what flavor he was. Would he be the same as Todd or would he be richer, darker, more intoxicating?“I need to know,” he murmured, “if he kissed you like this?”Suddenly his mouth hit down on mine, hard and demanding, hot and urgent.I gasped and he took full advantage, sweeping his tongue deep. I dropped my shoes and clutched his waist, spreading my fingers over his warm, smooth flesh. The feel of his thick brawn and honed muscles beneath my palms sent all the right signals to my desperate female hormones. Desire rushed across my skin, tingling down my spine and settling between my legs. I wanted to press harder up against him, crush my breasts to his chest.As though he knew what I needed, his weight dropped forward, pinning me to the wall. The denseness of his body was the most wonderful sensation I’d experienced in a long time and suddenly any last slivers of control vanished. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to make him part of me. Get lost in him forever—or just for one night anyway.Our kiss heated to inferno levels, slick tongues writhing and chasing. The sound of my breathing and his rang in my ears, wild and noisy. I was roaming my hands unashamedly over his back, his butt, his shoulders, uncaring of the fact that this man had made me want to slap him several times since our first meeting.He groaned into my mouth and cupped my breast, slid his other hand down over my belly and hip, tempting me with his explorations.Why the hell are we still dressed?Some primal response deep inside me was yelling for more. I wanted to fuck, get satisfaction. It had been so damn long.The thick wedge of his erection shoved up against me. Hard and determined, it strained through his sweats onto my waist. Lightning flared through my clit, a heated kick of sensation.Reality hit.He didn’t really want me. He was a miserable bastard who just couldn’t stand for someone else to have me—competitive sportsman and all that crap. Todd wanted me to be his girl and Raven had to beat him to it, have me first. It was the challenge of being the first warrior to throw the spear and bring down the bison, or something macho like that.I tore my mouth from his. “No.” I shoved at his chest.He sucked in a breath, scrunched up his nose and stared at me. He didn’t move.“No, please, we can’t do this,” I said.“Give me one fucking reason why not?”“Because we can’t. You don’t even like me, and I just spent the evening on a date with Todd, your friend and teammate.”“Fuck Todd.” He did that thing again where he spoke with his teeth gritted, just his lips moving. “And who said I don’t like you?” He pulled me tighter, once again wedging the very obvious evidence of his need into my belly. “I think it’s safe to say I do like you, very much.” He let out a juddering breath.He did like me. I liked him too, well, his hot body at least. My pussy quivered at the thought of having him plunge into me. Ramming that big, hard cock into my depths and squeezing orgasm after orgasm from me. Oh, the temptation. “Please, I’m trying to be professional here,” I gasped.“Screw professional.”“Raven.” I shook my head as a sudden infuriating thought raced into my mind. “Are you teasing me again?”“Fuck, no. I have never been more serious in my life.” His lips touched mine as he spoke. “I want you, Fiona. You’re driving me nuts. I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re like no other woman I’ve ever met.”My eyes fluttered shut and I hung on to him all the tighter. “I’m not?”“No, you’re sexy and clever and beautiful and you’re as ballsy as they get. Who else would try and tease me, the Raven Starr?”“I am?” I was? “But, but…still, I might be ballsy, but we can’t do this.”“Now you’re being a tease,” he breathed.Indignation gripped me and I pulled my head back from his. “You started this. You kissed me. I am not being a tease.”Silence.The heat from his cock was still burning into me. His wide shoulders and desire-heavy gaze filled my vision. Temptation was rising again, washing away indignation the way the wind blows away seeds.I gathered the last shreds of my willpower. “No,” I managed, shoving away the mental image of us naked in his bed.He swallowed tightly. “Okay, I hear you. But answer my question first.”Question? What question?“Did he kiss you like that?” he asked again.“No, nothing like that.” I pushed at his chest. My grip on sanity was tenuous and would soon slip completely if I didn’t get away. “Please, let me go to my room.”He shoved several thick strands of his hair out of his face and stepped backward.I staggered toward the stairs. The ache between my legs had constricted into a painful knot, making it hard to walk.Damn, why couldn’t Todd have kissed me like that? Dragged me against his cock and given me that let’s-get-naked-and-rampant look? Why did it have to be Raven who had me almost coming just from a kiss?Why?


I hope that whet your appetite for some some naughty threesome fun! I actually felt quite jealous of Fiona when I was writing this book. Menages are always fun to dream up, but throw in the hot hockey player factor and it was a party on the page. Hardly what I'd call work!

You can read another excerpt and buy Teamwork at Ellora's Cave or grab your copy from Amazon US, Amazon UK!

Have a wonderful Sunday,

Lily x

Smutters Advent Calendar

Make sure you join in the fun and grab yourself some freebies from the Smutter's Advent Calendar, organised by the very lovely Victoria Blisse.
There is something scrumptious to treat yourself to everyday from some of the very best authors and publishers around. Stop off on the 23rd of Dec and I have a delicious temptation for you!
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TEAMWORK - OUT TODAY!

I'm so excited about the release of Teamwork at Ellora's Cave today. This is the fourth book in my Hot Ice series - though they don't need to be read in order - and I can't wait for Todd, Fiona and Raven to be unleashed on the world.
Blurb
What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body 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!
Ellora's Cave
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Excerpt
I slept fitfully, my head full of dreams of the two men who’d kissed me the night before. When I awoke, I was hot and naked, my fingers fragrant from fretting my clit. Masturbating hadn’t served me well. Several short, sharp orgasms had done nothing to take the edge off the lust Raven’s kiss had ignited or dampen the desire at the thought of being in bed with Todd.What the hell was I doing? I’d never been attracted to two men before. I was a one-man girl.But there was something about both of them that had set a fire in my belly that refused to be dulled, even in the light of day. And as I set about having a shower and washing my hair, applying a little makeup, I had no damn idea what I was going to do about it.The small kitchen that was part of my area was out of coffee, so I headed downstairs in my underwear and robe. Raven had a stash of the good stuff in his cupboard.After putting the coffee on, I stared out of the window. It was another sunny, blue-skied day in Orlando. Not a wisp of cloud to be seen. I thought of my parents in rainy Wales. I ought to give them a call later and check on how they were.The house was quiet despite it being nearly ten. I guessed Raven was sleeping in after the late night. I wondered if he’d relieved himself the way I had, and if so, had it been any more fulfilling? The thought of him touching himself, jerking off with images of me in his head did something strange to my stomach.What was it about this intriguing man that had my libido so riled? His Native American history, his steely determination and brooding manner had clearly clicked some switch in my Welsh genetic makeup. He couldn’t be any more different to me, physically and emotionally. The way he preferred to fold in on himself was so opposed to my love of talking through problems.It was the age-old conundrum of opposites attracting, good girl goes for bad boy, not to mention the thrill of knowing someone wanted me enough to back me up against a wall and kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. There was no doubt about it, that had been the hottest kiss of my life.I sighed and thought of lovely, perfect, polite Todd. He would be here in a couple of hours. I was looking forward to spending the day with him. Perhaps I’d get to see his place tonight and if so, bed action with him might shake this ridiculous attraction I felt for Raven. And it would hardly be a chore, jumping into Todd’s bed. The guy was a slice of man heaven just waiting to be devoured, or was that let him devour me?A noise behind me jolted me from my sexy daydream.Turning, my breath caught and my head went fuzzy. Standing just inside the doorway of the kitchen were Todd and Raven.Their shoulders were almost touching, each as tall as the other, but that was were any similarity ended.Todd looked suave and sophisticated. His blond hair was carefully tousled, he wore smart navy pants, a white shirt and pale-blue tie. He held a pink gift bag decorated with an enormous bow and he was grinning broadly.Raven once again wore just his sweats. His skin, the color of a perfect, just-baked loaf, appeared shower damp and his hair was scraped back. He topped off his look with the usual scowl and drawn-down brows.Todd walked over to the table, his shiny leather shoes clacking on the floor, and set down the gift. “Morning, sugar, how did you sleep?”“Well, I…not too good actually.”“I’m sorry about that.” He stepped up to me, slotted his hand into my hair and gave me a soft kiss, right in the center of my lips.I couldn’t help but melt, and had to curl my hand around his forearm to keep my balance. Damn it, he was good. He smelled and felt marvelous, his cologne a combination of lemon and green apples, and his just-shaved chin as smooth as silk against mine. If I hadn’t been holding on, I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.“Sorry, I’m early. I guess I was just looking forward to seeing you,” he said quietly against my mouth.“That’s fine, but I’m not quite ready and I just need to…” I glanced around his shoulder at Raven. “I just need to do ten minutes of acupuncture on Raven before we go.”“Ah, the silent acupuncture treatment.” Todd dropped his hand from my hair and turned to face Raven.Raven’s fists clenched and his shoulders lifted toward his ears. Somewhere in my subconscious I took that as a good sign, but I was more worried about the stormy expression flitting across his face—the tight set of his jaw and the way his lips had thinned —none of it boded well.He hasn’t calmed down from last night then.“I’ve heard all about your arrangement,” Todd said to Raven with a laugh. “How you two can’t bear to speak to one another. You’re a fool. I keep telling you, lighten up.”Raven’s nose twitched and he took several ground-eating paces across the kitchen until he was face-to-face with Todd.“Fiona and I communicate just fine,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You’d do well to remember that.”Todd raised his eyebrows. Amusement sparkled in the depths of his blue irises. He didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the murderous intent oozing from Raven.Hell, I am.If they were going to kick off I had no intention of getting in the middle of all that brawn. And if Todd kept smirking at Raven then fireworks were really going to explode. Spectacularly.I stepped away but a sudden arm around my waist stopped me moving far.“Hey,” I gasped, staring up at Raven. “Let me—”Suddenly he was kissing me with the same extreme passion he had the night before. I murmured a weak, pitiful complaint and, to my shame, allowed him to take total possession. I was helpless, too far gone. Raven’s particular brand of kissing was addictive and completely irresistible.His tongue probed deep and he tipped me backward, dipping me to the floor at the same time as pulling me up against his warm skin and holding me secure in his arms.As suddenly as it started the kiss stopped. He pulled me up and looked deep into my eyes. I was breathless, breathless and turned-on and about to become a quivering mass of helpless need on the kitchen tiles.Jesus, what girl wouldn’t be?My robe had slipped open and I could feel the cool air-conditioning blowing down on my cleavage, my belly and the tops of my thighs. I welcomed it, I was feverish.“You see, Todd, no problem,” Raven said, gently pulling me completely upright but doing nothing about my exposed body. “Communication is not an issue at all. We’ve got a great system.”A seed of sense returned and hurriedly I covered myself—words, apologies, excuses tripping through my brain. “Todd, I-I’m sorry, he… I…”Todd tipped back his head and laughed. A great big guffaw. “Don’t worry about it.” He held his palms up to Raven. “I’m just glad you haven’t completely ducked out of the land of the living, buddy. I was worried about you there.”“I’m fine.”“Yeah, I can see that.” Todd pulled in a deep breath, looked at me then back to Raven. His face fell serious. “Only thing is, you’ve just kissed my date.” He lifted his eyebrows. “And I’m not sure what to do about that.”Raven folded his arms. “Your date?”“Yeah, its Phoenix and Brooke’s little one’s christening. You did get an invite. I saw it on your desk.” He paused. “But Fiona is coming with me.”Raven grunted.Todd reached out and traced the chenille collar of my robe. “If you still want to, that is?”“Yes, yes of course.” More than anything I didn’t want to ruin my chances with Todd, but it was also clear I was as trustworthy as an ice cube in the desert when it came to Raven.I glanced at Raven and he pressed his palm to my cheek, as though absorbing the blush burning there. “It’s okay,” he said in as soft a voice as I’d ever heard him use. “Don’t worry about it. Go with Todd.”My heart swelled. I didn’t want to leave him out or hurt him. “Why don’t you come too? With us.”“He will,” Todd said quickly. “He can catch up with everyone. Show them all he’s still alive and kicking.”“Will you?” I asked.“Yeah.” He leaned forward. “If you want me to.”His breath breezed across my cheek, or was it Todd’s? He was right next to me too, stroking down my neck, across to my shoulder. His aftershave was mixing with the raw, male smell of Raven—black pepper, soap and sex.A white-hot shiver ran through my body. They were both so close, circling me, surrounding me. Far from fireworks of the fisticuff type, there seemed to be sparks of arousal flashing all over the place. And it wasn’t just me.Raven’s mouth was by my ear now, his tongue just touching my lobe, his stubbled cheek against mine.“Well, since we both want you,” Todd said, brushing his lips over my mouth, “why don’t we both have you?”





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