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September 11, 2012
Smut in the...
Well, what a choice, where do you like to take your smut?
In the two fabulous new anthologies from House of Erotica, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City, you get to choose, and I can promise you, you won't be disappointed! Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse have picked a fantastic selection of steamy stories for you to dip into on your coffee break, on the commute, or as you're snuggling into bed. Don't miss my naughty pirate tale Swashbuckling, which features in Smut by the Sea.
From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there's something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica's finest authors.
From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
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Smut by the Sea - Amazon US Amazon UK All Romance eBooks
Smut in the City - Amazon US Amazon UK All Romance eBooks
In the two fabulous new anthologies from House of Erotica, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City, you get to choose, and I can promise you, you won't be disappointed! Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse have picked a fantastic selection of steamy stories for you to dip into on your coffee break, on the commute, or as you're snuggling into bed. Don't miss my naughty pirate tale Swashbuckling, which features in Smut by the Sea.
From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there's something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica's finest authors.
From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.
Buy Links
Smut by the Sea - Amazon US Amazon UK All Romance eBooks
Smut in the City - Amazon US Amazon UK All Romance eBooks
September 10, 2012
TOP OF THE CHARTS
It has been such an exciting weekend with Good Cop, Bad Cop flying high at the top of the charts at Amazon.com. Natalie and I have been quite giddy :-)
First of all we hit the heady heights of #1 on the Amazon.com Love and Romance Best Sellers (free list) on Friday.
And then Monday, #1 on the Best Sellers in Erotica Chart (free)
Needless to say there was a little celebrating going on.
Get your copy here, it's free until midnight on 10th of September and then it will be $3.99.
Amazon US
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Lily x
First of all we hit the heady heights of #1 on the Amazon.com Love and Romance Best Sellers (free list) on Friday.
And then Monday, #1 on the Best Sellers in Erotica Chart (free)
Needless to say there was a little celebrating going on.
Get your copy here, it's free until midnight on 10th of September and then it will be $3.99.
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Lily x
September 8, 2012
Sunday Snog
GOOD COP, BAD COP
FREE NOVEL FOR YOUR KINDLE UNTIL MIDNIGHT 10TH OF SEPTEMBER
BLURB
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
SNOG
Jose was confusing the hell out of me. One minute he swept his gaze over my face as though he was my biggest fan, the next it seemed I irritated every nerve in his body so much that he had to go shower to get me out of his system.
He’d slammed the bathroom door, locked it with a hard snap and then the noise of the hot water pump whirred through the cabin.
“Is he okay?” I asked Dillon, who was gulping back a glass of water and holding a chunk of bread.
He set aside the empty glass and steadied his gaze on me. “Jose is fine.” He bit into the bread.
“But he seemed a little—”
He chewed then swallowed. “He’s fine, all right, just pissed at having his holiday interrupted, same way I am.”
A horrible sinking feeling weighted down my stomach. We were back to that. “I’m sorry, really sorry about your holiday.”
Dillon cut himself a chunk of cheese. “Yeah, I know. Doesn’t alter the fact that all our fucking plans have to change, though, does it?”
Tears suddenly nipped the backs of my eyes and my chest got tight. But I’d be damned if I’d let Dillon see I was upset. That his sharp words and gestures got to me. He had a softer side, I’d seen the tiniest glimpse of it, but it had gone now. Whatever had occurred with the coastguard or Jose, or both, had landed hard, mean Dillon straight back on the boat with me in the firing line.
“I’m going on deck,” he said gruffly, grabbing more bread. “You wait here so I don’t have to worry about your scrawny ass falling overboard.”
I stared down at my lap and nodded, blinked back a tear.
His footsteps thudded up the wooden steps and I caught him muttering something about divas and damn Richie Lockwood.
For the first time since I’d climbed onboard I was alone in the cabin. I glanced around, wondering if I might find a handkerchief. Moving to the galley area, I kneeled and rummaged in the cupboard beneath the sink. Pushing bottles of cleaning fluid and insect repellant out of my way, I spotted a large roll of kitchen paper, plucked a piece from it and stood.
Staring out the window, I blotted my eyes and wiped my nose. Dragged in a deep breath to stop a sob from erupting, and willed my stomach to unclench. What the hell had happened to my life? It was shot to fuck.
“Miss Moore.”
My heart stuttered and I spun. My nose practically bumped into Jose’s hair-sprinkled chest. The tattoo, shaped like an upside down boat with a double sail, was directly in my line of sight.
“You made me jump,” I said, screwing up the tissue in my fist.
He swallowed and stared into my face. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I went to step back but the sink was directly behind me. I was trapped.
“No, I was rude earlier, and I’m sorry.”
He shifted a little closer and my forearms, raised in front of my breasts, pressed against the heat of his flesh. I was hot anyway, but now, with his skin touching mine and a soapy, male scent floating around me, my temperature rocketed to over-heat level.
“Apology accepted,” I said.
He smiled, just a little. The right side of his mouth twitched and his face softened.
“But you seemed distracted, worried about something,” I said.
He tipped his head.
“And I don’t mean me,” I said hurriedly. “It was like there was something else on your mind. Something that had completely taken over your thoughts and you were seeing it in front of you instead of looking out of the window.”
He narrowed his eyes, reached out and carefully tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. Grazing his fingertips over my skin and tugging ever so slightly at the hair roots, he watched his movements with steady concentration.
A tingle of sensation swept over my scalp and down my cheek. It had been a long time since a man had touched me in any way other than a polite greeting. Boyfriends had come and gone on my rise to fame, but since Jeremy Field had kissed and told two years ago—nothing, no one. I slept alone, that way my secret desires were safe from the rest of the world.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his minty breath washing over my cheek. “And I don’t mean just to look at. I’m a good judge of character and I can tell you are beautiful on the inside too, deep inside, where it counts.”
“I—”
“But you’ve been too trusting of your staff, Miss Moore, that much is clear,” he said.
“Dillon said that he would look into that.” I felt completely surrounded, embraced by him. Every sense locked on Jose.
“And he will, we will.” He lowered his head and I could make out each individual eyelash and several tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose.
“Jose,” I said, flattening my hands on his chest. If I didn’t know better I would say the man was just about to kiss me.
Did I want him to?
Hell yes.
My life was so crazy anyway, what did a little more madness matter?
“I don’t want to see fear in your eyes when you’re with us,” he whispered. “You’re safe now, we won’t let anything happen to you.” He rested his palm over my cheek, brushing his thumb over the skin just beneath my eye, the bit that had been damp with a tear a few moments ago. “So no crying, okay? I don’t want to see you cry or get upset or look sad. Everything will be just fine.”
I was losing myself in him. In his words, his resolution, his strength. For the first time in what felt like months I did feel safe, I did feel protected. “Jose,” I whispered.
“Mmm?” He poked out his tongue and swept it over his bottom lip.
“I, I just…” I tensed my fingers against the hard planes of his pectoral muscles, absorbed the power beneath. “Are you sure it will all be fine?”
“I promise.” He swallowed, as if making the promise had dragged his soul to the surface, laid him open and vulnerable.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He dropped his head and brushed his lips to mine. Softly, hesitantly and oh, so sweetly.
Parting my mouth, I savored his flavor. It was fresh and masculine and exactly what had been missing from my life for too damn long. I sighed and opened up for him. Allowed my body to fall onto his.
He scooped me close, deepening the kiss as he wound his arms around my body and lifted me to him.
I shut my eyes and became lost in the beautiful game of hide and seek our tongues were playing. Jose was a kisser of the most talented variety; he knew exactly what pressure and depth to give and his lips were firm yet pliant.
“You taste of heaven,” he whispered, pulling back slightly. “And you feel like paradise.”
He’d lost that distant expression he’d had earlier. Now he was a man full of passion and desire. Looking into his eyes, I realized what I saw there was how I, too, felt. I wanted to hold him, wrap my arms around his solid body and press into him until we merged. The lust in his gaze was only a reflection of my own.
I raised my cuffed wrists and slotted my hands over his head, molded my chest to his and reached for another kiss.
He responded eagerly and I moaned into his mouth as my pebbled nipples scraped through my dress and onto his body. Lower down his erection prodded my stomach, long and thick and bigger than I remembered cocks to be.
“Jose,” I breathed.
“I just want to make you feel better,” he said breathlessly and cupped my butt cheeks, drawing me harder onto his cock. “I can’t bear to see you sad.”
A shot of heat burst across my clit and up my pussy. I was more turned on than I thought possible, and all from a kiss. His mouth, his hands, his cock, on me, in me, was all I could focus on. “Yes,” I gasped. “Make me feel better, please.”
He was kissing me again, more determinedly this time, as though on a mission that he wouldn’t be distracted from. He trailed his palms over my butt, waist and the fronts of my thighs, my dress slipping and sliding beneath his explorations and my tingling body delighting in his caresses.
Knotting my fingers in his hair, I drew him closer still, encouraging him on.
“Wider,” he whispered at the same time as he nudged my feet apart with his.
I did as I was told and was rewarded with pressure over the gusset of my panties. Instantly I squirmed, seeking out his fingertips so I could direct them to my clit.
But I needn’t have worried. Jose knew what I wanted and with a deft move eased my panties down.
“Forget about everything but me and how I can make you feel,” he said in a low, husky voice. “There’s only me and you and this next few minutes of extreme pleasure.”
He sought my entrance and slipped in through my wetness. As he tickled up against my hotspot the heel of his hand caught on my clit.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I groaned, fluttering my eyes shut and dropping my head back.
That is it!
My own hand had been all that had given me pleasure for so long, and a man’s touch, a big, hard, expert touch, was almost too much for my senses to cope with.
“Come for me,” he said, nibbling the skin on my neck. “Let yourself go.”
He was already building me up, rubbing wickedly over my clit and thrusting in and out. Small wet noises filtered up to my ears, and the scent of my arousal combined with his raw, just-showered scent created an erotic perfume that was surrounding us and growing heavier by the second.
“Jose,” I panted, breaking our kiss and resting my forehead on his right collarbone. “It’s so good.”
“You’re like warm butter,” he said onto my temple. “Soft and silky and Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight. I don’t know if you’d ever be able to take…God, you feel good.”
I rocked onto him, swallowed him higher, sensations ricocheting through me, my pussy a juicy mass of need gripping his fingers.
Jose’s breaths were hard on my head, ruffling my hair. “I’ve got you, let it take you away from everything.”
What the hell was I doing?
I didn’t care. I had to have satisfaction, now. And if Jose could give me that with his clever fingers then that was what I would take.
I allowed the building pressure to carry me, lift me onto another plane where, as he’d said, only we existed, along with beautiful sensations and a growing pressure that was getting ready to detonate—spectacularly.
Lifting my right left leg, I wrapped it around the back of his knee, wanting to tangle with him as I climbed the last steps to the pinnacle of my need. I tried to smooth my hands down his back, grab his shoulders to hold him in place, but the cuffs prevented me. I grunted in frustration and attempted to snap my wrists apart.
“Easy now,” he said, increasing the pressure on my clit. “Just let it take you.”
I did. In a glorious series of spasms I clenched around his pounding fingers and ground my clit onto his calloused hand. “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, squeezing my forearms around his neck and hanging onto him. My knees had given way. Jose was holding me up entirely, partly with his hand in my cunt.
“Ah, fuck, you sound awesome when you come,” he murmured, holding me tighter and forging higher into my quivering channel.
Lights flashed in front of my eyes. My ears rang from the pounding pulse racing through my veins. I stuck out my tongue and licked his tattoo. From the base right to the top, using the flat, wide part of my tongue to ensure I captured his flavor—salty and spiced, soap, sun and sea breeze.
He stilled, so did I. Our chests rose and fell, bashing into each other as we struggled to catch our breaths.
As I landed back down from my high, I became aware of his cock straining into my stomach. “Jose,” I said, raising my head.
His dark eyes glistened down at me and he curled his lips into a self-assured smile that practically burst with male satisfaction. “What?”
“I’m sorry, I…I got carried away. It felt so good and you…” I paused to gulp in air.
“And I?”
“And you touched me just right. It’s been a while and that was—” I shifted my gaze from his, unsure of whether or not to tell him just how long I’d relied on myself for satisfaction. The great singing beauty, India Moore, had only a box of toys to keep her company on lonely nights.
“And that was exactly what you needed?” he asked, kissing the tip of my nose.
My breaths were still fast and shaky. “Yes, just what I needed, but I’m sorry. You haven’t…”
He crooked his index finger and rested it beneath my chin, encouraged me to look up at him again. “Feeling you come on my hand is as much as I need. For now.” He moved his fingers within me, fluttering over my swollen, puffy G-spot.
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “We probably shouldn’t have done this.”
“Too damn right you shouldn’t have.” Dillon’s deep voice echoed around the cabin like a rumble of thunder.
I snapped my attention from Jose to stare at the entrance.
Dillon stood there, one hand on his hip, the other bunched into a ball at his side. The sunlight sharded down behind him in long, sharp splinters, rendering him a silhouette.
I wriggled in Jose’s arms, tried to unwind myself from him.
But he was un-moveable, and simply applied pressure to my chin and forced me to look at him again.
“Jose,” I hissed, absolutely mortified at being caught in this compromising position. “Please, let me go.”
“No, what we just did felt right, and damn it felt good, really fucking good. So no regrets, Miss Moore, no damn regrets, ever.”
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BLURB
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
SNOG
Jose was confusing the hell out of me. One minute he swept his gaze over my face as though he was my biggest fan, the next it seemed I irritated every nerve in his body so much that he had to go shower to get me out of his system.
He’d slammed the bathroom door, locked it with a hard snap and then the noise of the hot water pump whirred through the cabin.
“Is he okay?” I asked Dillon, who was gulping back a glass of water and holding a chunk of bread.
He set aside the empty glass and steadied his gaze on me. “Jose is fine.” He bit into the bread.
“But he seemed a little—”
He chewed then swallowed. “He’s fine, all right, just pissed at having his holiday interrupted, same way I am.”
A horrible sinking feeling weighted down my stomach. We were back to that. “I’m sorry, really sorry about your holiday.”
Dillon cut himself a chunk of cheese. “Yeah, I know. Doesn’t alter the fact that all our fucking plans have to change, though, does it?”
Tears suddenly nipped the backs of my eyes and my chest got tight. But I’d be damned if I’d let Dillon see I was upset. That his sharp words and gestures got to me. He had a softer side, I’d seen the tiniest glimpse of it, but it had gone now. Whatever had occurred with the coastguard or Jose, or both, had landed hard, mean Dillon straight back on the boat with me in the firing line.
“I’m going on deck,” he said gruffly, grabbing more bread. “You wait here so I don’t have to worry about your scrawny ass falling overboard.”
I stared down at my lap and nodded, blinked back a tear.
His footsteps thudded up the wooden steps and I caught him muttering something about divas and damn Richie Lockwood.
For the first time since I’d climbed onboard I was alone in the cabin. I glanced around, wondering if I might find a handkerchief. Moving to the galley area, I kneeled and rummaged in the cupboard beneath the sink. Pushing bottles of cleaning fluid and insect repellant out of my way, I spotted a large roll of kitchen paper, plucked a piece from it and stood.
Staring out the window, I blotted my eyes and wiped my nose. Dragged in a deep breath to stop a sob from erupting, and willed my stomach to unclench. What the hell had happened to my life? It was shot to fuck.
“Miss Moore.”
My heart stuttered and I spun. My nose practically bumped into Jose’s hair-sprinkled chest. The tattoo, shaped like an upside down boat with a double sail, was directly in my line of sight.
“You made me jump,” I said, screwing up the tissue in my fist.
He swallowed and stared into my face. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” I went to step back but the sink was directly behind me. I was trapped.
“No, I was rude earlier, and I’m sorry.”
He shifted a little closer and my forearms, raised in front of my breasts, pressed against the heat of his flesh. I was hot anyway, but now, with his skin touching mine and a soapy, male scent floating around me, my temperature rocketed to over-heat level.
“Apology accepted,” I said.
He smiled, just a little. The right side of his mouth twitched and his face softened.
“But you seemed distracted, worried about something,” I said.
He tipped his head.
“And I don’t mean me,” I said hurriedly. “It was like there was something else on your mind. Something that had completely taken over your thoughts and you were seeing it in front of you instead of looking out of the window.”
He narrowed his eyes, reached out and carefully tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. Grazing his fingertips over my skin and tugging ever so slightly at the hair roots, he watched his movements with steady concentration.
A tingle of sensation swept over my scalp and down my cheek. It had been a long time since a man had touched me in any way other than a polite greeting. Boyfriends had come and gone on my rise to fame, but since Jeremy Field had kissed and told two years ago—nothing, no one. I slept alone, that way my secret desires were safe from the rest of the world.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his minty breath washing over my cheek. “And I don’t mean just to look at. I’m a good judge of character and I can tell you are beautiful on the inside too, deep inside, where it counts.”
“I—”
“But you’ve been too trusting of your staff, Miss Moore, that much is clear,” he said.
“Dillon said that he would look into that.” I felt completely surrounded, embraced by him. Every sense locked on Jose.
“And he will, we will.” He lowered his head and I could make out each individual eyelash and several tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose.
“Jose,” I said, flattening my hands on his chest. If I didn’t know better I would say the man was just about to kiss me.
Did I want him to?
Hell yes.
My life was so crazy anyway, what did a little more madness matter?
“I don’t want to see fear in your eyes when you’re with us,” he whispered. “You’re safe now, we won’t let anything happen to you.” He rested his palm over my cheek, brushing his thumb over the skin just beneath my eye, the bit that had been damp with a tear a few moments ago. “So no crying, okay? I don’t want to see you cry or get upset or look sad. Everything will be just fine.”
I was losing myself in him. In his words, his resolution, his strength. For the first time in what felt like months I did feel safe, I did feel protected. “Jose,” I whispered.
“Mmm?” He poked out his tongue and swept it over his bottom lip.
“I, I just…” I tensed my fingers against the hard planes of his pectoral muscles, absorbed the power beneath. “Are you sure it will all be fine?”
“I promise.” He swallowed, as if making the promise had dragged his soul to the surface, laid him open and vulnerable.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He dropped his head and brushed his lips to mine. Softly, hesitantly and oh, so sweetly.
Parting my mouth, I savored his flavor. It was fresh and masculine and exactly what had been missing from my life for too damn long. I sighed and opened up for him. Allowed my body to fall onto his.
He scooped me close, deepening the kiss as he wound his arms around my body and lifted me to him.
I shut my eyes and became lost in the beautiful game of hide and seek our tongues were playing. Jose was a kisser of the most talented variety; he knew exactly what pressure and depth to give and his lips were firm yet pliant.
“You taste of heaven,” he whispered, pulling back slightly. “And you feel like paradise.”
He’d lost that distant expression he’d had earlier. Now he was a man full of passion and desire. Looking into his eyes, I realized what I saw there was how I, too, felt. I wanted to hold him, wrap my arms around his solid body and press into him until we merged. The lust in his gaze was only a reflection of my own.
I raised my cuffed wrists and slotted my hands over his head, molded my chest to his and reached for another kiss.
He responded eagerly and I moaned into his mouth as my pebbled nipples scraped through my dress and onto his body. Lower down his erection prodded my stomach, long and thick and bigger than I remembered cocks to be.
“Jose,” I breathed.
“I just want to make you feel better,” he said breathlessly and cupped my butt cheeks, drawing me harder onto his cock. “I can’t bear to see you sad.”
A shot of heat burst across my clit and up my pussy. I was more turned on than I thought possible, and all from a kiss. His mouth, his hands, his cock, on me, in me, was all I could focus on. “Yes,” I gasped. “Make me feel better, please.”
He was kissing me again, more determinedly this time, as though on a mission that he wouldn’t be distracted from. He trailed his palms over my butt, waist and the fronts of my thighs, my dress slipping and sliding beneath his explorations and my tingling body delighting in his caresses.
Knotting my fingers in his hair, I drew him closer still, encouraging him on.
“Wider,” he whispered at the same time as he nudged my feet apart with his.
I did as I was told and was rewarded with pressure over the gusset of my panties. Instantly I squirmed, seeking out his fingertips so I could direct them to my clit.
But I needn’t have worried. Jose knew what I wanted and with a deft move eased my panties down.
“Forget about everything but me and how I can make you feel,” he said in a low, husky voice. “There’s only me and you and this next few minutes of extreme pleasure.”
He sought my entrance and slipped in through my wetness. As he tickled up against my hotspot the heel of his hand caught on my clit.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I groaned, fluttering my eyes shut and dropping my head back.
That is it!
My own hand had been all that had given me pleasure for so long, and a man’s touch, a big, hard, expert touch, was almost too much for my senses to cope with.
“Come for me,” he said, nibbling the skin on my neck. “Let yourself go.”
He was already building me up, rubbing wickedly over my clit and thrusting in and out. Small wet noises filtered up to my ears, and the scent of my arousal combined with his raw, just-showered scent created an erotic perfume that was surrounding us and growing heavier by the second.
“Jose,” I panted, breaking our kiss and resting my forehead on his right collarbone. “It’s so good.”
“You’re like warm butter,” he said onto my temple. “Soft and silky and Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight. I don’t know if you’d ever be able to take…God, you feel good.”
I rocked onto him, swallowed him higher, sensations ricocheting through me, my pussy a juicy mass of need gripping his fingers.
Jose’s breaths were hard on my head, ruffling my hair. “I’ve got you, let it take you away from everything.”
What the hell was I doing?
I didn’t care. I had to have satisfaction, now. And if Jose could give me that with his clever fingers then that was what I would take.
I allowed the building pressure to carry me, lift me onto another plane where, as he’d said, only we existed, along with beautiful sensations and a growing pressure that was getting ready to detonate—spectacularly.
Lifting my right left leg, I wrapped it around the back of his knee, wanting to tangle with him as I climbed the last steps to the pinnacle of my need. I tried to smooth my hands down his back, grab his shoulders to hold him in place, but the cuffs prevented me. I grunted in frustration and attempted to snap my wrists apart.
“Easy now,” he said, increasing the pressure on my clit. “Just let it take you.”
I did. In a glorious series of spasms I clenched around his pounding fingers and ground my clit onto his calloused hand. “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, squeezing my forearms around his neck and hanging onto him. My knees had given way. Jose was holding me up entirely, partly with his hand in my cunt.
“Ah, fuck, you sound awesome when you come,” he murmured, holding me tighter and forging higher into my quivering channel.
Lights flashed in front of my eyes. My ears rang from the pounding pulse racing through my veins. I stuck out my tongue and licked his tattoo. From the base right to the top, using the flat, wide part of my tongue to ensure I captured his flavor—salty and spiced, soap, sun and sea breeze.
He stilled, so did I. Our chests rose and fell, bashing into each other as we struggled to catch our breaths.
As I landed back down from my high, I became aware of his cock straining into my stomach. “Jose,” I said, raising my head.
His dark eyes glistened down at me and he curled his lips into a self-assured smile that practically burst with male satisfaction. “What?”
“I’m sorry, I…I got carried away. It felt so good and you…” I paused to gulp in air.
“And I?”
“And you touched me just right. It’s been a while and that was—” I shifted my gaze from his, unsure of whether or not to tell him just how long I’d relied on myself for satisfaction. The great singing beauty, India Moore, had only a box of toys to keep her company on lonely nights.
“And that was exactly what you needed?” he asked, kissing the tip of my nose.
My breaths were still fast and shaky. “Yes, just what I needed, but I’m sorry. You haven’t…”
He crooked his index finger and rested it beneath my chin, encouraged me to look up at him again. “Feeling you come on my hand is as much as I need. For now.” He moved his fingers within me, fluttering over my swollen, puffy G-spot.
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “We probably shouldn’t have done this.”
“Too damn right you shouldn’t have.” Dillon’s deep voice echoed around the cabin like a rumble of thunder.
I snapped my attention from Jose to stare at the entrance.
Dillon stood there, one hand on his hip, the other bunched into a ball at his side. The sunlight sharded down behind him in long, sharp splinters, rendering him a silhouette.
I wriggled in Jose’s arms, tried to unwind myself from him.
But he was un-moveable, and simply applied pressure to my chin and forced me to look at him again.
“Jose,” I hissed, absolutely mortified at being caught in this compromising position. “Please, let me go.”
“No, what we just did felt right, and damn it felt good, really fucking good. So no regrets, Miss Moore, no damn regrets, ever.”
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Have a wonderful Sunday
Lily x
September 6, 2012
FREE Menage Novel
Yes, you read that right!! Natalie Dae and I have a new novel out, Good Cop, Bad Cop, and we are giving it away for FREE between 6th and 10th of September 2012.
Blurb
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
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Blurb
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
BUY LINKS
US AMAZON
UK AMAZON
What are you waiting for? Go grab a copy, read, enjoy, review, tell all your friends and then check out our other co-author books...
COMING SOON...
September 4, 2012
That Filthy Book is a favourite pick
Over at Romance eBook Haul, That Filthy Book has just been highly praised as a favourite pick by the wonderful Lucy Felthouse. Here is why she enjoyed it so much...
Favourite pick and why:That Filthy Book. Because it's just so beautifully written and with a fascinating storyline. It'll arouse you and make you feel all soppy at the same time. I can't wait to see what comes from this co-author team next.
Favourite pick and why:That Filthy Book. Because it's just so beautifully written and with a fascinating storyline. It'll arouse you and make you feel all soppy at the same time. I can't wait to see what comes from this co-author team next.
September 3, 2012
Good Cop, Bad Cop - Coming Soon
Natalie and I are thrilled that our newest co-authored novel, Good Cop, Bad Cop will be hitting the Amazon bookshelves very soon. Watch this space for more details.
Blurb
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
Blurb
Fame and fortune is a blessing that, for me, has changed its taste from sumptuously sweet to murderously bitter. Leaving me no choice but to look over my shoulder at every turn and question the scruples of even my most faithful friends.
I would give up all the glowing adoration from my fans in a heartbeat in exchange for not running for my life. But fate doesn’t deal cards that way, and instead I find myself far out at sea and being bounced between two hot cops—one so chilly just his glance gives me frostbite, and the other showing a kindness that barely covers his own demons.
So with nowhere else to turn, quite literally, I have to trust two men I hardly know with my life and cope without the luxuries my status usually affords me. But it’s not long before I discover when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Turns out these cops are not only the wrong guys to mess with, they also have partnership skills above and beyond the requirements of their day job. And for once, while just being me without the frills, I get to discover that they are as sinfully bad as they are dreamily good in every department, and it seems, I am the one they want cuffed and controlled at the same time as they are protecting and serving.
August 30, 2012
Soccer hottie
Many of you know I am a sucker for a sexy soccer player, after all, I wrote SCORED!
This book was a complete indulgence to write, and the hero, Lewis Tate, one of my favourites to date. But occasionally I have to walk in the real world, which today, brings me happily to a new real-life soccer player who has gotten me all shaken up!
Lance Parker.
Lance is a US soccer player and because of this and my obsession with the British football league I haven't come across him before. So, me being me, I thought I would have a moment of indulgence.
Yummy, I think you will agree! If you want to find out more about Lance and his ball handling skills then HERE is a nice interview with him.
Have a great day
Lily x
This book was a complete indulgence to write, and the hero, Lewis Tate, one of my favourites to date. But occasionally I have to walk in the real world, which today, brings me happily to a new real-life soccer player who has gotten me all shaken up!
Lance Parker.
Lance is a US soccer player and because of this and my obsession with the British football league I haven't come across him before. So, me being me, I thought I would have a moment of indulgence.
Yummy, I think you will agree! If you want to find out more about Lance and his ball handling skills then HERE is a nice interview with him.
Have a great day
Lily x
August 29, 2012
When One Is Not Enough
Many of you know I blog regularly over at When One Is Not Enough, the menage blog featuring a host of authors who like to write about two, three or more in a bed.
This week I am talking about 'more' of a different variety - orgasms, yes, as in multiple. Can a man have multiple orgasms? It seems he can. Please stop by and let me know your thoughts.
Lily x
This week I am talking about 'more' of a different variety - orgasms, yes, as in multiple. Can a man have multiple orgasms? It seems he can. Please stop by and let me know your thoughts.
Lily x
Not Her Type by Kay Jaybee
Erotic Adventures with a Delivery Man- Inspired by Couriers...Delivered by Kay Jaybee
Many thanks to Lily for allowing me to gatecrash her site today with a bit of a taster from my e-novella, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures with a Delivery Man.
Blurb
When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.
One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?
When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type...
Kay JaybeeFor the past twelve years I’ve had a part time admin job working from home. Part of my working day involves the arrangement of the delivery and collection of a variety of items from A to B. It seemed natural therefore, when the ultra hot website, www.oystersandchocolate.com asked me to write a novella for their brand new e-print publishing venture, the OCPress, that I should make use of the myriad of kinky (and often rather optimistic) tales my delivery boys have shared with me over the years- whether I wanted to hear them or not!!
Let’s face it- these guys spend a lot of time alone. When I asked one of them one day a few years ago what he thought about all day as he jumped from house to house, he replied instantly, without pausing to think, “Parcels, the Road, and sex- not necessarily in that order.” That particular individual then became a constant source of ‘ideas’- for which I am very grateful, and many of which have featured in the chapters of NHT and my short stories, such as Cardboard (Sex at Work, Xcite) and Searching for Her (Sweet Love, Cleis Press).
Most of the delivery guys that knock upon my door have the ability to charm the devil himself, and so I got to thinking- what would happen if one of these jack-the-lads developed a crush on one of his quieter customers? A customer who has a far more interesting past than he could possibly imagine...
Excerpt
“What the hell am I doing? I’m a good girl; I just don’t do things like this.”
A tiny fraction of Jenny’s conscience screamed at her. The remainder of her brain sent her hands on a thorough exploration of the densely haired chest that had unexpectedly appeared from beneath her companion’s polo-shirt. The fact that Jenny had never liked men with hairy chests seemed irrelevant.
Standing in front of her, diving a hand under Jenny’s top, John squeezed her left nipple hard, wonderfully hard, making her squeal with pain-tingling gratification. Removing her shirt at top speed, John freed her breasts from their confinement.
Moving as if on auto-pilot, Jenny’s fingers visited his trousers’ waistband, but in her haste she couldn’t get his belt undone. Rescuing her from her embarrassment with a smile, John mumbled something about it always being difficult to open and undid it himself. Jenny barely heard him as a neat pair of gray boxers appeared, swiftly followed by—Oh My God—the most beautiful dick she had seen in years, perhaps ever.
As she knelt before him, the voice in Jenny’s head continued its rant, reminding her that she hated giving blowjobs. Since her first experience as a college student, she had neither liked the taste of cock, nor the sensation of being gagged. Now however, working on instincts she never knew she had, Jenny took John deep within her throat. She felt his fingers drag urgently through her knotty, brown hair, raking her scalp as she greedily worked him around her mouth.
“Hell girl, have you any idea how often I’ve dreamt of you doing this?” John confessed. “Night after night I wank about you, about you holding me in your throat like this.”
Jenny was consumed with a perverse pride as she listened to John’s words—making her wonder if she should admit to the stolen moments she’d spent alone with a silver vibrator and her own filthy imaginings. Imaginings contrary to her normal fantasies; fantasies that often featured him...
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From this unexpected beginning, Jenny and John realise many of their sexual fantasies at approximately 1pm every Tuesday afternoon. Each encounter is more erotic and daring than the next, as John begins to understand exactly how far from Jenny’s usual type he is - for a start, he’s a man...
I must give a huge thanks to Lily for inviting me here today- and to my fleet of boys, be they wears of red and black, brown, green, or blue uniforms- you know who you are - and I am very grateful for those ever inventive minds of yours!
For more information about Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man, visit my website
Buy links can be found here
Thanks so much Kay for stopping by and sharing Not Her Type with us. I have to confess this was a one sitting read for me. I absolutely LOVED it!!
Lily x
August 28, 2012
Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf by Selena Blake
Please welcome Selena Blake to my blog today. Selena is doing a special tour of British blogs and I am thrilled to have her stopping by, take it away Selena...
Do you believe in Synchronicity?
I do.
There’s usually a point in each of my books where I’m trudging through, trying to make sure all the pieces of the puzzle are fitting, jamming to a song thanks to my trusty ear phones.
And then it hits. A crescendo in a song, a puzzle piece falls, and everything comes together. And it’s a moment of unequalled beauty. Perfect synchronicity. The clue that I’ve been waiting for that will hold the book together and make it soar in readers’ minds.
I’ve found it. I write it. I smile.
This is why I write.
Those joyful little moments where a story comes together after lots of chaos, tears, and much tribulation. Triumph. It’s all there. And at that moment I believe that anything, absolutely anything, is possible. These characters will be together. They, among all the other souls that they could have found or met, are perfect for one another. And all will be right with their world.
Dragons will be slain. Demons with be exorcised. And true love, whether you believe in it or not, will reign.
Happy reading dear friends. Happy reading.
Selena
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Selena Blake writes erotic paranormal and contemporary romance. First published in 2008, her series Stormy Weather has been on the best seller lists and nominated for awards.
She's a fan of action movies, Diet Coke, Milky Way bars and thunderstorms, not necessarily in that order. Learn more about her online at her website or catch her at Facebook or on Twitter
Blog Tour - http://site.selena-blake.com/2012/07/the-uk-blog-tour/
Do you believe in Synchronicity?
I do.
There’s usually a point in each of my books where I’m trudging through, trying to make sure all the pieces of the puzzle are fitting, jamming to a song thanks to my trusty ear phones.
And then it hits. A crescendo in a song, a puzzle piece falls, and everything comes together. And it’s a moment of unequalled beauty. Perfect synchronicity. The clue that I’ve been waiting for that will hold the book together and make it soar in readers’ minds.
I’ve found it. I write it. I smile.
This is why I write.
Those joyful little moments where a story comes together after lots of chaos, tears, and much tribulation. Triumph. It’s all there. And at that moment I believe that anything, absolutely anything, is possible. These characters will be together. They, among all the other souls that they could have found or met, are perfect for one another. And all will be right with their world.
Dragons will be slain. Demons with be exorcised. And true love, whether you believe in it or not, will reign.
Happy reading dear friends. Happy reading.
Selena
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Selena Blake writes erotic paranormal and contemporary romance. First published in 2008, her series Stormy Weather has been on the best seller lists and nominated for awards.
She's a fan of action movies, Diet Coke, Milky Way bars and thunderstorms, not necessarily in that order. Learn more about her online at her website or catch her at Facebook or on Twitter
Blog Tour - http://site.selena-blake.com/2012/07/the-uk-blog-tour/
