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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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Thanks so much for reading, I am giving away a copy of The Glass Knot, another book of mine which features technology used in a sexy way, this time in the form of a very snazzy camera which takes some seriously hot photographs.



Just leave me a comment telling me what your favourite form of cyber love is - sexy phone calls, dirty texts, naked skyping, etc - along with your email address and I will pick a winner on the 4th of Dec.

Thanks for reading

Lily x

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!

TRR Year End Splash Party

Head on over to The Romance Reviews, log in, and join in the fun. There are over 400 prizes including a $100 gift certificate, and you could win a hot off the shelf copy of TEAMWORK by checking out the questions on the 21st of November. (Teamwork is released on the 30th of November.)



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!

Seven Deadly Sins - an illustrated erotic anthology coming soon!

Seven Deadly Sins
COMING 30th NOVEMBER
Seven illustrated erotic tales of venial vices!
Compiled by Kojo Black
Written by: Rebecca Bond (Greed), Lexie Bay (Sloth), Lily Harlem (Envy), KD Grace (Lust), Sarah Masters (Wrath), Victoria Bliss (Gluttony), Lucy Felthouse (Pride).
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5* review for The Glass Knot

The Glass Knot is a recent release and I've yet to have much feedback, so I was thrilled when someone who took me up on my offer of review copies wrote this on Goodreads and gave it 5*'s!!!!!





I'm not even done & i'm in love with this book. I can tell it's going to be a favorite re-read. Lily has a way of writing that is so engaging, raw & real. When she (the author) said she was looking for reviewers I ddidn't even read the premise it's by her so I needed to get it & that's all I need to know!! Just amazing, the characters were all well written, you could feel like they were people you knew or even seeing this happening in real life. They were characters with depth & flaws & issues, even if they were described as being physically perfect. 

Josh was just yummy, Nick was dominating, dark & mysterious. Laura was a fun & fun loving woman, who clearly knew her mind, had a strong will & I just loved that she was willing to take life by the horns. it's funny once I figured out what the premise was I kept flashing back to Samantha from Sex in the city when her best gay friends asked her to be their experiment & the hilarity that ensued from that. I couldn't wait to see how this turned out. It was better than I thought. Hilarious, wrought with emotions, & extremely well written I fell even more in love with the characters. laura's a very brave soul there are many who wouldn't have embraced the changes life brought her or event he opportunity. 

The love scenes??? Woohooo, I couldn't put it down, this is going on my favorites list & will be a definite re-read!! Five stars

Happy Reading

Sunday Snog

Sunday again and another snog to enjoy. This one is from TEAMWORK, the fourth novel in my HOT ICE series and is due for release on 30th of November. Just a reminder, these books don't have to be read in order, each novel has a new hero and heroine, though there are brief mentions of characters from other books who you'll recognise if you've read their stories too.
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!


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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Raising the Bar by Lucy Felthouse

Raising the Bar by Lucy Felthouse
When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.
That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?
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My first shift at the restaurant passes in a blur of flirtatious glances. My pussy swells and my clit throbs, desperate for attention. It’s all I can do to resist disappearing into the bathroom for a sneaky wank. Even better, I’d like to drag Luciano in there with me and ride him until his teeth rattle. Instead, I console myself with the fact that once I get back to my apartment, I can do whatever the hell I like. And I know for a fact it’s going to involve an orgasm.I take a taxi back to my apartment rather than walking the dark, unfamiliar streets alone. It also means I can get there quicker and relieve the tension that the sexy Spaniard has caused. I pay the driver as fast as possible then rush inside and slam the door behind me. I heave a sigh of relief as I lock myself in.Undressing, I drop my clothes by the washing machine and head to the bathroom, desperate to get clean. It’s not work that’s made me feel dirty, though. The flirting with Luciano have left me seriously wet. The panties I’ve just discarded in front of the washing machine are sodden.Stepping under the shower, I groan with pleasure as the hot water caresses my fevered skin. I stand there for a few seconds, letting the heat and the water relax me. My tension slips away and runs down the plughole. I grab the shampoo and give my hair a wash, digging my fingers into my scalp and massaging it. Now I’m calmer. But by the time I’ve rinsed the suds, he’s popped into my head again. Damn him.
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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back.
Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at her website. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter here.

Raising in the Bar by Lucy Felthouse

Raising the Bar by Lucy Felthouse
When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.
That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?
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*****Excerpt

My first shift at the restaurant passes in a blur of flirtatious glances. My pussy swells and my clit throbs, desperate for attention. It’s all I can do to resist disappearing into the bathroom for a sneaky wank. Even better, I’d like to drag Luciano in there with me and ride him until his teeth rattle. Instead, I console myself with the fact that once I get back to my apartment, I can do whatever the hell I like. And I know for a fact it’s going to involve an orgasm.I take a taxi back to my apartment rather than walking the dark, unfamiliar streets alone. It also means I can get there quicker and relieve the tension that the sexy Spaniard has caused. I pay the driver as fast as possible then rush inside and slam the door behind me. I heave a sigh of relief as I lock myself in.Undressing, I drop my clothes by the washing machine and head to the bathroom, desperate to get clean. It’s not work that’s made me feel dirty, though. The flirting with Luciano have left me seriously wet. The panties I’ve just discarded in front of the washing machine are sodden.Stepping under the shower, I groan with pleasure as the hot water caresses my fevered skin. I stand there for a few seconds, letting the heat and the water relax me. My tension slips away and runs down the plughole. I grab the shampoo and give my hair a wash, digging my fingers into my scalp and massaging it. Now I’m calmer. But by the time I’ve rinsed the suds, he’s popped into my head again. Damn him.
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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back.
Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at her website. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter here.

Good Cop, Bad Cop. First chapter.

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