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"What's a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?"

Huge thanks to Posh Gosh for yet another amazing cover!

Em Petrova is here!

Please welcome the very lovely Em Petrova to my blog today. She's going to fill us in on some fun sex facts, take it away, Em...



Hi Lily,

Since I write erotic romance, sex is one of the most important parts of my writing. I love hunting down new information about the topic. Recently I ran across some fun facts and thought I’d share.

1. The vibrator was invented in the 19th century as a medical treatment for female “hysteria”. I know I’d get hysterical if I had to be as stuffy and pent-up as women of those times too! There’s a new movie about this exact theme. Take a look at this Youtube trailer

2. Anyone have a “Rabbit”? Ever wonder why there’s a cute smiley face on the tip? It’s apparently to make the Japanese population feel better about the production and buying of this orgasm-inducer. Their customs don’t take kindly to devices that resemble phalluses, so this was their solution. ☺

3. Fun Fact—semen contains zinc and calcium. Both prevent tooth decay!

4. The average size of a penis is 5 inches and 3 inches flaccid. Here’s an amazing map broken up by region and cock size:  Now I know some of you will be emigrating!

5. If you hate working out, just hop into bed! Active sex burns 200 calories in just 30 minutes! Now why isn’t there an infomercial on it…?


Hope you’ve enjoyed my fun post! And don’t forget to visit my website  for a peek at my weekly obsessions from sexy men to amazing shoes!

Thanks for reading, and thank you to Lily for hosting me.

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~
www.empetrova.com


It's been a delight having you swing by Em, and readers, don't miss her fabulous new release... Phew, it's getting hot in here!!


Firehouse 5, Book One
Firefighter Luke Puckett doesn’t want to get involved with anyone; not after his brother perished fighting a fire, leaving behind a wife and four kids. Then Luke pulls a woman and her child out of a burning house, and is stunned to find she’s his college ex. Though he fights to stay away, Luke’s desire for her lush curves is impossible to battle.
Josie Springer escapes the enormous house fire with nothing but the clothes on her back and her daughter. As she begins to recuperate from her losses, she finds she’s gained something bigger since Luke walked back into her life. She’s always held a candle for this lover who dumped her with little explanation.
While their relationship sears between the sheets, Josie and Luke still harbor personal doubts it will work—until a near tragedy forces them take another look.
Excerpt

WAGS!

WAGS - the name given to the wives and girlfriends of high-profile footballers!


Although my heroine in SCORED would officially come under this WAG title, she isn't quite like the real thing as she doesn't have the required obsession for designer handbags, glitzy stilettos and false nails!




The real thing are all about bling and it's no secret that during the 2006 World Cup in Germany, the England WAGS had a ball in Baden Baden.


Looking like some kind of advert for fake tans they took to the streets to party while their men were kept well out of their way at the insistence of their manager - tee-total and training hard, early nights all round.
But no early nights for the girls, Victoria, Colleen and gang had a wild time and it was as much fun reading about their antics and checking out their outfits as it was the football. It's a wonder they managed to get to any games! Go girls :-)


You can find all the latest gossip about WAGS and the UK Premiership HERE! And if you fancy reading a steamy novel about sports journalist, Nicky and the hunky captain of the England football team, Lewis Tate, check out SCORED.
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Blurb for SCORED 
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.



Lily x

Great SLAP SHOT review!

The Romance Reviews


My HOT ICE series is going down well at The Romance Reviews, with HIRED, CROSS-CHECKED  and now SLAP SHOT all being given 4 or 5 stars!

Here is SLAP SHOT's review -

If you have ever met a guy who starts the conversation off with a string of pick up lines, you know he is either a complete douche-bag or he's a sexy specimen of a man masquerading as a comical genius. 

"I'm Rick by the way." "Remember that, darlin', ‘cause you'll be screaming it later." HELL YEAH! Ding! Ding! Ding! Sign me up for that, please! 

When professional hockey player, Rick "Ramrod" Lewis meets Dana for the first time, he showers her with his best one-liners – what does that get him? Nothing but an exaggerated eye-roll and a view of her ass and elbows as she scurried in the opposite direction! Wild animals are skittish and tend to scamper away when you get too close. That is exactly what Dana is like and exactly why the nickname eventually bestowed on her by Rick Ramrod Lewis is so perfect...though the nickname was derived from something else entirely.

Dana is the type of heroine I really enjoy getting to know. She is strong, sexy, sassy and successful. Dana's former life as a dancer is definitely something she would rather not revisit - her sights are set on her future and she is convinced that Mr. Famous is not part of that picture. Rick is determined to make her see otherwise because he is confident that she is the perfect woman to share his life with. The Angel on Dana's shoulder urges her to remain focused on her career, but after 2 years of no sex, the Devil is yelling at her to get a life and taste just a little of the sin Rick is offering. 

SLAP SHOT, the third book in the HOT ICE series, is surprisingly suspenseful, but just as sexy as Lily Harlem's previous two books. If you are looking for a great steamy story featuring an ex-bad girl heroine and a celebrity hero you can't help but love, then you will definitely want to get this book!

Passionate Cooks

Make sure you grab your FREE copy of Passionate Cooks from All Romance eBooks!!

I have a lovely Welsh recipe included :-)

Lily x

An Executive Decision by Grace Marshall

A hot romance novel - first in a series of three.



Overworked CEO Ellison Thorne has no time for sex, let alone romance. The only answer, at least where his retiring business partner Beverly is concerned, is a no-strings sex clause in her replacement’s contract, designed to make Ellis’ busy life easier – and hotter. But she’s joking, right?When Dee Henning takes over Beverly’s job, sparks fly between her and Ellis, but work takes priority in driven Dee’s life too. Can one night of passion in a Paris hotel room prove Beverly’s Sex Clause is their secret to success in the boardroom and the bedroom, and what will happen if that private clause becomes public knowledge?
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Excerpt here:
*****
Grace Marshall lives in South England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.
Grace is the author of the fast paced, quirky Executive Decisions Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. An Executive Decision, the first novel in the trilogy, will be available soon at all your favourite book sellers with lots more romance served hot to follow in the near future.
Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D Grace, writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.
Find Grace here:
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Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/GM_Romance

Good Cop, Bad Cop - Sunday Snog!

Good Cop, Bad Cop was so much fun to write with Natalie. Here is a steamy excerpt from about half way through the book...

I sucked in a breath and frowned. “Get these off,” I said again, this time snapping my wrists apart and straining the cuffs.“Jose had no right to remove them.” Dillon shrugged. “He broke the rule.”“What rule?”“He who cuffs, uncuffs.”“Oh, for crying out loud. This is just pathetic.” A wave of intense irritation surged through me and I stood from the lounger, adrenaline spurting into my system and requiring me to move. “I insist that you take these off right this instant, and not only that, I insist that you go and radio in that you’ve found me so I can get picked up by the coastguard.”Dillon stood, his big body generating a shadow that engulfed me. “Really?”“Yes.”Damn it, do I really mean that?“Because,” he said, “I thought you were worried someone on your team is involved in these hate notes and death threats.”“So what if they are? I would rather cope with that than be here with you.”“With me?”“Yes, you!”“But not Jose. You two are all cozy now. You like being with him.”I stepped away, moved to the edge of the boat. Looked down at the rippling dark water below. “You have no idea what I do and don’t like.”“Oh, but I think I do.”He chuckled and the sound made me want to slap his face so hard it would leave a red handprint on the side of his stubbled cheek.“I know you like Jose touching your pussy,” Dillon went on, “and that you like it when he fucks you with his hand and makes you shout yes, yes, yes.” He’d put on a silly, high voice for the last few words.“Oh, grow up, Dillon. What’s the matter with you?” I turned to face him. “Are you jealous of the fact Jose was the one to touch me and not you or...” I purposefully allowed my gaze to drop down his body as though studying him, seeing into him. I lingered on his hair-­coated chest, his ripped abs and the way his orange swim shorts sat low on his hips, exposing the indentation of his oblique muscles. Damn the guy was hot. If only he wasn’t such a number one asshole. “Maybe it’s because you want Jose all to yourself," I said, "is that it, Dillon? Are you two an item and this was meant to be your lover’s break away and I’ve turned two into three and made it a crowd?”In a single stride he was in front of me, his face creased with anger. “You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” He gripped my upper arm and held me tight, jerked me to him. “So shut the fuck up.”I tried to wrench away but jostled both of our stances and bumped my thigh on the tight wire rope that stretched along this outer section of the boat. “Your reaction speaks for itself,” I said. “You have feelings for Jose and you don’t want me to distract him from whatever your intentions are with him.”“Of course I have feelings for him, the guy has been my partner for the last five years and we’ve been through a pile of shit together.” He lowered his face to mine and the heat of his body radiated onto my chest. I could smell his skin and breath; raw male, fresh sweat and a hint of coffee.“But,” he said, “those feelings are not what you’re suggesting, got it?”I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. Gave a small shrug and made my voice purposefully light. “Whatever you say.”He grunted and released me at the same time as I yanked my arm away from him. Suddenly my balance was gone and the wire that had been against my leg was no more. My footing was free of the deck. My body light in the air, tipping and spinning.I was falling toward the water. “Argh,” I cried, alarm racing through me as I looked up at Dillon’s shocked face.His mouth was parted and his eyes wide. He’d outstretched his arms and splayed his fingers as though trying to catch me.It was no good.The sound of my body hitting the ocean was deafening, a sonic boom. Ice-­cold folded around me. My world went dark and the hiss of bubbles eerily replaced the bang. It was so cold, like a thousand bee stings. I kicked out, strained to keep the breath in my lungs and struggled toward the surface. I could see wavy sunlight shining like a distant, fog-­swamped beacon.But swimming was hard—no, make that impossible. My cuffed wrists hindered my arm movements and injected terror into my soul. Frantically I flailed and thrashed, but the surface seemed to be drifting away rather than closer.My lungs were screaming for air now. Blackness was seeping into my peripheral vision. I wanted to open my mouth and suck in, hopefully oxygen. Panic welled within me, a panic only associated with not being able to breathe; primeval, instinctual, a basic, undeniable knowledge that soon death would be knocking at the door.Suddenly a strong surge captured me around my waist and I was thrust upward. My head burst through the surface and out into the air. I gulped wildly, greedily sucking in breaths.Dillon was holding my back against his chest, secure and strong, kicking for both of us, keeping me afloat.I spluttered and tried to twist, frantically attempting to latch onto him; if he let me go I knew for definite I would drown.“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he said breathlessly into my ear and holding me firm. “Don’t struggle and I’ll get us to the swim-­deck.”“Oh, God, please, don’t let me go,” I said, blinking water from my eyes and focusing on the boat that was about twenty feet from where we were bobbing.“I won’t, I promise, but for fuck’s sake quit the squirming.”“Please, just hurry.” I was still wriggling. I couldn’t help it.He turned us and began to move toward the boat with powerful kicks and one arm swooping through the water as I stared up at the cloudless sky and prayed he wouldn’t release me.Finally we reached the solidity of the boat. I hooked my elbows over it, almost ready to kiss the bumpy surface of the metal step. “Oh, my God,” I said, “That was awful.”Dillon didn’t reply. Instead, he cupped my ass and shoved me onto the hard, hot swim deck.I landed in a heap, my dress clingy and tight around my body and my panties on display. “Hey,” I said, scrabbling to my feet.He hauled himself out of the water and stood. The sunlight caught on the drips in his hair and on his body, making him look like a goddamn Roman warrior, all caramel tan, brooding gaze and a few dinks and imperfections from past battles.“Watch it,” he said, eyeing my chest. “You don’t want to fall in again.”I tore my gaze from a silvery scar on the right side of his abdomen and glanced down at myself.Goddamn.My nipples were like two bullets pressing against the sopping material and the left side of my dress was dislodged, showing more cleavage than normal. Hastily I trapped my arms over my breasts and turned from him. Stepped up onto the main deck and searched for a towel.There wasn’t one, not anywhere. My eyes began to moisten, but to hell with it, I wouldn’t cry, not in front of Dillon. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.“So are going to say thank you to me for saving your life?” he asked breathlessly.I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of that either. “If you think about it, Officer,” I said stiffly and spinning to face him. “If you hadn’t insisted on cuffing me and then pushing me into the ocean I wouldn’t have needed you to save me at all.”He dropped his mouth open. “I did not push you.”“You might as well have. You grabbed me and then let me go.”He stepped closer. “I grabbed you because you were talking shit.”I stared up into his eyes. They were wild, the icy blue bases deep vats of fury.So what, I'm furious too.“But your stupid insistence on cuffing me,” I said, “just about caused me to drown, even you have to admit that. So why the hell should I say thank you? You only did what you had to otherwise you would be a murderer.”A small muscle twitched in his cheek and he swallowed. He was silent. The tension crackling off him sizzled in the air between us.“Dillon,” I said eventually, my heart rate increasing rather than settling. Something about the way he was looking at me had turned him from just plain dangerous to downright dangerously sexy.“I am not a murderer.” His right nostril twitched, pulling his lips and balling his cheek.“I never said you were. I said you would have been.” Oh God, why did he have to be so damn gorgeous when he was mad? Now my nipples were tight and tingling not just from the cold but our proximity. What the hell was the matter with me? Years without sex and now it was all I could think about, even though I was shaking with anger and had just had a near-­death experience.Maybe that was why. Perhaps it was some weird reaction to facing my maker.His gaze dropped from my eyes, down the channel of my neck onto my chest. I could see him inhaling and exhaling rapidly, his breaths matching the pace of mine.“Dillon?” I whispered.“You should get out of that wet dress.” He spoke through gritted teeth, moving his lips but not his jaw.“Yes,” I said, dropping my arms from their protective position over my chest.“You want some help with that?”He still looked mad as hell but now he also looked like he wanted to eat me alive or something.Or something.“Yes,” I said, “I reckon I do need help.” The cuffs, how could I get undressed with the cuffs still on?Dillon reached forward, poked his fingers into the top of my dress, either side of my cleavage, and yanked—hard.A ripping sound accompanied the freeing of my breasts. Cool breeze washed over my skin and my nipples hardened further until they were tight twists. I gasped and steadied my stance on the deck to recover from the abrupt tug.“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” he said on a heavily exhaled breath.I was exposed but all I could think of was pressing my breasts to his chest, feeling that wiry body hair scratching my flesh and the heat of him penetrating my skin. “Dillon, I—”My words were cut short when he dipped his head and sucked my left nipple into his hot mouth. I buckled my knees and swayed again, only to find he’d pressed his palm into the small of my back and was holding me steady.Damn, he was good with his tongue; hot, stiff licks and powerful sucks. My breasts felt so heavy, engorged with blood and greedy for more.“I want you,” he groaned, switching to the other nipple and treating it to the same wonderful treatment.“Yes,” I gasped.He stood, loomed over me again and dragged my body up against his. The solid length of his cock dug into my stomach, rigid, vital and demanding. “And I want to show you that I like women just fine.”I caught my breath. It was the second time in a day I’d become acquainted with a cock this way. I wasn’t complaining.What have I become?“I can tell that you do,” I said breathlessly. “Very much so.”That cocky smile he’d perfected danced across his face, but only for a second, because then he turned all serious and business-­like.A shiver of anticipation tapped up my spine.“You know you’re going to get it good, don’t you?” he said, sliding his hands around the rips in my dress. “Probably better than you’ve ever had it before.”I swallowed, felt my pussy quiver and a delicious heat pool in my belly. “Okay... good.”The muscles on his shoulders contracted and once again he ripped at the dress, this time severing it completely in half and breaking the straps. It fell to the floor forgotten, a pathetically tiny piece of soggy material that had once graced a Parisian catwalk.“Dillon, I—”He hit his mouth down on mine. Claiming me, owning me with his fervor and passion. I gave as good as I got, met him kiss for kiss, winding my tongue with his wild thrusting one.He held me close, trapping my arms between our bodies. Squeezed me so tight it was hard to catch my breath. “Oh, God, what are we doing?” I gasped.“Something that has to be done,” he said, steering me toward the long, padded bench at the stern end of the deck. “And the only thing that can happen if we’re going to stay sane while we’re on this boat.” He urged me down, all the time keeping our bodies closely connected and kissing me hungrily.I fed off him, absorbed his delicious flavor that was so darkly enticing I wondered if I’d ever get enough of it.“Like this,” he said gruffly, breaking the kiss and grabbing my wrists. “I want you like this.” He yanked my arms above my head and I heard the sound of metal on metal.I twisted to see what he was doing.He’d looped the central part of the cuffs over one of the rope hooks, wedging it in tight so that my arms were held aloft and there was nothing I could do about it.I tugged and pulled, looked at his face, shadowed by the bimini overhead. The glint in his eyes and the slackness of his jaw told me something new about Dillon, something I really should have guessed—the damn cuffs got him off.Conniving bastard.“You have too much on,” he said, looping his fingers into the waistband of my tiny panties and dragging them down.I bowed my back, arched and wriggled, kicked the panties away. How could I stay mad at him when he looked like a perfect package of sinful delights all raring to go? Jesus, when had I last fucked? I could hardly remember. But what I did remember was I hadn’t felt a hundred shades of excitement just before I was penetrated. In fact, I couldn’t remember ever feeling so high on anticipation over anything, so drugged on the thought of what was coming next.Oh my. That is coming next!Dillon had shoved his trunks down and off, allowing his cock to jut free.I stared at the sheer size of it, the domed head and the thick girth. His slit was already moist as were his jet-­black pubes, still wet and heavy with sea water.“Dillon, oh my God, you know it’s been a while for me and...”“Shh.” He nudged my thighs apart and settled over me, his lusty gaze drifting up to my trapped hands. “Just relax and let me work my magic.”“But.” I stretched my legs wider, allowed the head of his cock to nudge my moist entrance.“I’m clean, I promise, department health checks and all that, and I won’t come inside you.”“Oh, but...ah...”He pushed in, just the head of his cock. I was clean too and I also had birth control covered since a pregnancy scare several years ago.“Oh, Dillon, please, I...” I didn’t know if I wanted him to just ram it home or take it slow. The nip of pain was so erotic, so delicious that it was hard to think coherently.He edged in some more, palming my left breast as he did so. “Ah, baby, you’re so tight,” he said, “relax more, let me in.”“Oh, God, yes, please, just give it to me.”His gaze caught mine.I held my breath, allowed my whole being to be at his mercy. I knew he would keep his promise of giving it to me good. Dillon was undoubtedly the sexiest, most gorgeous, maddening man I’d ever allowed to fuck me.“Okay. Get ready,” he said.I strained against the cuffs, pressed my chest to his and bit down on my lower lip.He forged in, right to the hilt.I cried out, locked my legs around the backs of his thighs and squeezed my eyes shut. He’d filled me so absolutely, brutally but blissfully. I harnessed all the wild sensations bombarding my pussy and combined them with the wonderful pressure his pubis had applied to my clit.“Ah, it’s never felt so fucking good,” Dillon groaned, his lips touching mine as he spoke. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”“Oh, so do you, I—” My words trailed off as he began to move. “But I’m still mad at you for putting the cuffs back on.” I said, struggling to catch my breath.“Yeah, well, maybe if I hadn’t we wouldn’t be fucking right now.”“True.” I tugged my arms—I was truly trapped beneath him.He groaned, as though enjoying my brief struggle with the cuffs, then, “Ah, yes, take all of me, see how much I like fucking pussy.”“I think...I can...tell.” My words were staccato from his pumping hips knocking the wind from my lungs with each pound.He was catching my clit perfectly, and each time he withdrew and plunged back in the domed head of his cock gave my G-­spot a deep and satisfying stroke. The pressure was building—soon it would over-­spill.I closed my eyes, concentrated on the wonderful climax that was about to ravage my body. He was kissing me again and whispering hot, rude words of adoration.“Fuck, so hot and wet. You’ve made me so hard for you, so fucking hard.”I couldn’t kiss him back and his voice was like listening underwater. I was in a buzzy, desperate place where only sensation existed. Lost to the heated weight of his body and the hairs on his chest scratching against my nipples. The way his bone-­hard cock was thrusting into me, relentlessly, indomitably, overtook my thoughts.Suddenly it was there, the point of no return.“Oh, yes, yes, don’t stop,” I cried, harnessing the bliss that was about to erupt.“Fuck, let it go already,” he said, nipping at my neck, biting, sucking.The added stimulus, the pain of his teeth and the suction he was creating toppled me into a free-­fall of ecstasy. I spasmed and contracted around his cock, savoring every moment of coming with such a wonderful, satisfying intensity. He didn’t let up, continued to give me what I needed, just where I needed it, right until the waves of pleasure allowed me to breathe again.“You done?” he panted.“Oh, that was so—”“Thank fuck for that.” He pulled out of my pussy, reached down and fisted his shiny, slick shaft.I watched, mesmerized, as his slit widened and pearly cum shot onto my stomach, flooding my navel“Argh, yeah,” he groaned, jerking his shaft with violent force and releasing more semen. “God, I needed that.” He sucked in a breath, squeezed out another blast of liquid then tipped his head back and groaned. A low, belly-­sound that vibrated from his body into mine.I gasped and writhed, still turned on and desperate to touch the milkyness basting my body.Dillon sat back between my legs, shoved his hand through his ocean-­and-­sweat-­damp hair and looked down at me.“Now that is a sight to feed a man’s soul with.” He curled his lips into a smile and my heart flipped. It was the first genuine smile I’d ever seen him produce.“Well I’m glad you two have sorted out your differences.”I turned at the sound of Jose’s voice, and a dense weight crashed in my guts.Jose was sitting on the lounger staring at us. He was naked and had a hold of his cock, jacking it up and down with a lazy fist.“Jose. I, what...?” I was already hot, but a blistering flush seared over my skin. I tugged my wrists and tried to clamp my legs shut, succeeding only in locking them against Dillon.Oh, God, what must Jose think of me? Earlier on I was putting out for him and now here I was with his partner.I pressed my face into my arm, screwed my eyes closed. A knot of shame twisted around my heart and I wished Dillon would release me once and for all so I could curl into a ball and hide in a corner somewhere. Wait until all of this toe-­curling embarrassment had gone away.“Hey, hey, sweetie.” Jose’s voice, soft and soothing. “I’m not being sarcastic. I’m genuinely pleased you and Dillon have got it together. It makes things so much simpler.”I opened one eye, looked at him as Dillon rubbed a hand up my leg, the callouses on his palm scratching my thigh.“You are?” I asked hesitantly. “It does?”He stood and walked under the shade of the bimini. Pulled at his cock and smoothed his thumb over the head. “Sure, Dillon and I are partners, what goes for me goes for him and vice versa.”“Yeah, we both like you,” Dillon said, dropping a kiss onto the rise of my hipbone. “And luckily it seems you like both of us.”I do. But what does that say about me?Jose suddenly released his cock and rested a hand over his eyes like a makeshift visor. He stared out to sea. “Ah, fuck. Looks like we’ve got more company.”

I hope you enjoyed that excerpt! If you want to read the whole of Good Cop, Bad Cop, click here.
Have a wonderful Sunday.
Lily x

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OUT TODAY - SHARED IN PRINT

Shared was my first novel published at Ellora's Cave and released as an ebook in June 2010. Today this steamy menage hits the stands as a print book, which I just can't help but be excited about!!
Blurb

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.
Excerpt
Suddenly I was there. I exploded and shouted out his name. My body jerked and my spine arched. Quinn wrapped his free hand around my shoulders, held me tight as he continued to drive into me, eking out every last tremor of my glorious release.
I felt another surge of wetness as my internal muscles pumped around his wickedly expert hand, and then I was panting, desperate for air and looking up at his face silhouetted by the bright ceiling light.
He was staring at me, not smiling, just wide-eyed. “Stunning,” he said. “You’re so responsive, so delectably reactive I can hardly believe it.”
“It’s been quite a while,” I confessed, dragging in lungfuls of oxygen and becoming aware once more of my surroundings. The marble really was hard and very cold on my naked behind.
Suddenly another deep, male voice ricocheted around the kitchen and invaded our private moment. “Glad you two are getting on so well.”
I looked around Quinn’s shoulder at the kitchen doorway. Liam stood, arms folded, feet apart, as he surveyed us draped over the marble island he’d designed.
“Hey,” Quinn said, turning but making no move to take his fingers from inside me.
My heart leapt and I pushed frantically against him. Prickles of mortification swept through the very core of my being as I squirmed and finally rid myself of his invasion. I slid ungracefully from the island and tugged up my jeans. I heard a whimper of embarrassment escape my lips, squeezed shut my eyes and prepared to take flight.
“Hey,” Quinn said, reaching for me. “Ariane.”
“No.” I shrugged him off and sidestepped.
But it was no good. He was too strong and too quick. He scooped me against his chest and bent his head to my ear. “Ariane,” he said again, curling his arms around me in a vise-like grip. “It’s okay, really.”
“I have to go.” I twisted my neck away from where Liam stood. My heart was threatening to burst right out of my chest. He would think I was a tart, a whore, a slut. I’d been giving off serious signals of interest to him only hours ago and now he’d come out of his office to discover me sprawled wantonly over his breakfast counter being hand-fucked by his flatmate. “I can’t stay, not now, please, let me go. I have to go.”
I pushed against Quinn with all my strength and shoved backward, but something caught me. Not something, someone. Liam. Suddenly I was trapped between two rock-hard chests and surrounded by four determined arms.
“Don’t go,” Liam said into my ear. “I’m not mad at you.” He spoke with such softness that instantly my eyes filled with emotion. “I want you to stay.”
“We want you to stay,” Quinn added.
I felt a drip of shame spill over my lower lid.
“Why are you sad?” Quinn asked, tipping my chin. “I thought I just made you fly.”
“You did, but…” I dropped my head into the palms of my hands. “But I’m so embarrassed, you’ve been so kind, so helpful and you don’t even know me, somewhere to stay, clothes, food.” A juddering sob broke free. “And I’ve repaid you by behaving like a whore.”
Liam sucked in a breath behind me. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself again, Ariane.” He spun me to face him instead of Quinn. “I won’t stand for it and neither will Quinn.”
“Absolutely not,” Quinn confirmed. “What you just did made us both very happy and we won’t have you corrupting it.”
My mind was reeling. What on earth were they on about? I had just made them ”both” very happy with my terrible display of sluttiness? “I behave like a loose-moraled tart and that makes you happy?” I asked, stunned, taking my hands from my shame-stained cheeks.
“If you say that again, or anything like that,” Quinn said in a decidedly dangerous growl by my ear, “I will put you over my knee and spank that sexy little ass of yours, Ariane.”
My mouth dropped open in shock as my body trembled at the kinky suggestion.
Liam took full advantage of my open mouth and suddenly he was kissing me, gently and slowly but with a harnessed passion that had me opening for more in spite of my confusing predicament. He cranked up the heat, our teeth touched briefly and then he delved his tongue into my mouth and began devouring me like a starving man. He tasted different to Quinn’s dark, chocolate heat. He was lighter, fresher, like he’d not long since brushed his teeth. But he was equally delicious, equally sexy, equally hot.
Quinn brushed my hair to one side and began to rain kisses onto the supersensitive part of my neck, just below my ear. I groaned in appreciation and curled my fingers into Liam’s t-shirt to hang on. Two pairs of hands began to roam my body, dipping into my waist, smoothing over my butt and thighs, reaching for my breasts.
Quinn’s erection prodded at the small of my back at the same time Liam’s hit my stomach.
I snapped my mouth away. What was I doing? What the hell was going on? My sudden movement caught them both off guard and I was able to slip free.
“No,” I said, retreating at speed. “I don’t know what’s going on here but no…how can you both…?”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Liam said, taking a step toward me.
I backed away, throwing up my hands defensively. “No…” I said breathlessly. “I have to go.”
“But where?” Quinn said, shaking his head. “You can’t go back.”
“I don’t know,” I said, aware my voice sounded shaky.
A sudden manic beeping filled the kitchen. Loud and insistent it echoed like the shrill ring of a phone in an empty hall. “Shit,” Quinn muttered. “Worst timing ever.” He reached down to his pocket.
Liam raised his eyebrows at him. “Isn’t it always?”
“What, what’s that?” I asked as I pushed a damp strand of hair from my face.
“My pager,” Quinn said, narrowing his eyes at the small flashing screen. “I have to go.” He walked toward me. I backtracked and hit the kitchen wall. “Liam will deal with you,” he said through tight lips. “Anything he says goes for me too.” He looked across at Liam who’d folded his arms and tipped his head. “I feel the same way he does,” Quinn said.
“But…”
“Don’t stop this,” Quinn interrupted. “Don’t stop this before it’s even begun, Ariane, please… I beg you.”
And then he was gone. His expensive leather shoes tapped over the wooden floor of the living room and then the front door slammed with a thud.
I wrung my hands together and rested my back against the wall. What had just happened? I’d kissed Liam with the same enthusiasm I had Quinn only moments before. How could I have generated so much passion inside my soul for one man and within seconds convert it to another? I’d always been faithful, I’d never cheated on Geraint, never even been tempted. Yet here I was getting mashed between two very aroused men and, I had to admit, enjoying it immensely. Thank goodness I’d come to my senses and stopped before anything else had happened.
“Ariane,” Liam said quietly, “you’re thinking about this way too much.”
I touched my fingertips to my lips, still tingling from where he’d just kissed me into oblivion. “What do you mean ‘this’?” I managed.
“Us, me and Quinn.” He paused. “And you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What’s not to understand?” He stepped closer. “I like you, Quinn’s clearly into you, and from what I just saw and felt—you, Ariane, are into both of us.”
There, he’d said it, the disastrous truth. I was into both of them. How could I not be? Both were devastatingly gorgeous and both had an air of irresistible sex appeal. It was a different nature of sexiness—whilst Liam’s felt gentle, seductive, beautiful and to a certain extent nurturing, there was something about Quinn that felt fast and furious, perhaps even dangerous. There was an element of bad boy unpredictability about him. How could a girl choose?
There was only one option—I would have to leave and not have either of them.
“I have to go,” I said again. “Really, I’m sorry, I can’t stay.”
“No.” Liam frowned, creating a neat horizontal line between his brows. “Leave in the morning if you want, but not in the dark, and…” He had a distinctly sharper edge to his tone. “Leave because you don’t want us, not because you do.”

Reviews for Shared


Whipped Cream

"Ms. Harlem has written some truly fantastic characters... Shared is well-written and fast moving with a suspenseful back story that keeps you reading until the end."


Sexy Reads

This was a book I raced through and really enjoyed. It’s a stunning exploration of the joys of alternative lifestyles and should be on everyones read soon list!


Night Owl Romance

"From the first paragraph I knew I would enjoy reading Shared by Lily Harlem. Harlem's prose and phrasing is artfully wrought and shocker..."


The Romance Readers Connection

"SHARED, by Lily Harlem takes an interesting fresh turn in the land of erotica and ménages. I highly recommend SHARED."


Siren Book Reviews

"Please let me have a Quinn and Liam. 

Ms. Harlem has a winner here in her characters. I was drawn into the story and felt the horror, the love and the heat between them all. Liam with his surprise in the middle made me cry and root for him, Quinn, the quintessential overworked Dr. made me angry enough to want to shake him, until the end. Ariane was fabulous. 

I wanted to help her and be her friend. Shared is a book that you won’t want to miss from its passion and heat to its wonderful characters. I will read this one over and over."

The Romance Studio

Author Lily Harlem sets the stage for a romantic adventure that captures the spirit and heart of a grown up fairytale – filling the reader with the same joy and expectancy that will steal the reader's heart in a wondrous way. Shared is vibrantly refreshing and sizzling with sensuality and a depth of emotions that can't help but take the reader's breath away. The abundantly steamy sexual escapades in this enchanting tale keeps things popping along with a style that is sure to heat some fires. 

Ms. Harlem seems to have the knack for depicting the events and her characters experiences in a way that captures the reader's imagination making them seem real. Ariane, Liam and Quinn are wonderfully portrayed that are engaging, appealing, complex and believable each complete with their own flaws that makes them readily come to life. 

Ms. Harlem reaches into the heart of a relationship with this stunning tale. 


You Gotta Read

Sultry love scenes that breathe off the page make 'Shared' a You Gotta Read for fans of the genre and those who may be looking to read something out of their comfort zone.

The Book Binge

This really is a lovely romantic tale and while the setting and some of the language is uniquely European, the themes and the points it makes are about the universal qualities which an open, caring, giving and receiving love can bring into all our relationships.

Miz Love Loves Books

As well as being an entertaining story, Shared has the potential to make you sit and think. I suspect this is a trait of Ms. Harlem’s. She doesn’t just write a book. She writes What Ifs that prod the mind long after the book has ended.

Sizzling Hot Book Reviews

Shared is a nicely rounded out story, not just an erotica, but a full romance. Liam and Quinn have an established history but Ariane is needed and needs them for everyone to be complete. The dynamics play out well and Shared ends up being a people story in the end. This proves that Lily Harlem can take a fantasy concept and give it enough reality for us to get into the story and enjoy the ride! I have the say that I loved the ending as well.




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If you enjoy Shared, check out the sequel, Shared Too!

Have a great day :-)
Lily x

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