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July 8, 2012
DESSERT anyone??
Hey, its Sunday Snog time again. Whoot!!
This week I am giving you a sneaky smooch preview from DESSERT which hits the virtual shelves at Ellora's Cave on Friday 13th - lucky for me I hope - Dessert is part of the new line for men, which is designed to get the hunk in your life squirming in his seat and in the mood for some action of his own!! Here is the blurb...
Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful, naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt, I had to return the favor by hook or by crook, it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Snog - John has taken Tida hiking in the Malvern Hills and they've stopped at a ruined priory to admire the view...
There was a sinful sparkle in her eyes. Like the one I’d seen in the restaurant as she’d run her hands up my thighs and stroked her fingers over my hard-on.I swallowed tightly. “And do you treat everyone you like to the same dessert that I got?”“That would be telling.” She turned away, faced the downward slope of the hill with her back to me.I reached for her arm, tugged her around again.
I needed to know.
“So tell,” I said, a little harsher than I’d intended. I had a sudden urge to feel special, as if she’d given me something over and above the usual.She tilted her chin. There was no fear or surprise in her eyes at my reaction, only amusement.Damn, I don’t want to be amusing. I need her to want me the same way I want her.“John,” she said. “I have no problem with nudity and I have no issues with sex, that is why I work at The Geisha Plate despite the fact I have other qualifications.” She paused. “And occasionally if someone captures my attention with their conversation and when I open my eyes I find myself attracted to them, yes, management permits the dishing up of a special dessert.”“You mean you weren’t obliged to—”“Suck you off, no. I wasn’t obliged to.” She blinked long and slow and ran her tongue over her moist lips. “I wanted to suck your penis, John.”Ah shit, hearing those words in this ancient, sacred place.“I’m glad you did,” I managed. I ran my hand from her upper arm to her shoulder. “But there is more on my menu. Things that will make you as happy as you made me. If you want to sample them, that is?”She cupped my cheek in her palm, her skin so smooth and soft against my harsh stubble. There was a long pause then she whispered, “Do you know what, John? I think I might like to see what you have on offer.”I lowered my head until my mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from hers. Her sugary breath filled my nose, the heat of her body radiated onto mine. It had been a long time since I’d wanted to kiss anyone as much as I wanted to kiss Tida. Her exoticness, her talented, beautiful mouth and the slenderness of her narrow shoulders beneath my hands had created an intoxicating blend of lust inside me.But it was she who initiated our kiss. Her pliant, soft mouth pressed up over mine and the tip of her tongue, cool from the water she’d just drunk, probed past my teeth. I opened up and let her in, allowing her to explore before I tangled my tongue with hers and dipped into her sweet wetness.Our arms were around each other. How that had happened I wasn’t sure. She gave a small moan as I smoothed my hands down her back and spread my fingers over her butt cheeks, pulled her into my body. My dick was hard and fully appreciating the female form squashed up against it. It would take what it could, always had been a greedy bugger.I tore my mouth from hers, kissed across her cheek to the shell of her ear, delighting in the smoothness of her flesh and the flavor of soap and petals that sank onto my tongue. She murmured something in her own language and squeezed my shoulders, as if hanging on to me for support.Exploring farther, I was bold enough to slip my hand under her t-shirt and smooth up the indent of her spine. Everything about her was softer than I could have ever imagined and beneath the soft flesh, ribs and a spine so delicate and small it needed to be protected and treasured. I found her mouth again, took over the kiss and slid my hand around to cup her breast through her bra. She arched toward me, silently giving me permission to fondle her more.How lucky am I?I sampled the weight of her breasts in my palms—they fit perfectly, the underside the exact shape of my scooped hand. I could just make out her spiked nipples straining forward.“You are so beautiful,” I murmured into her mouth.“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered. “The way you look at me, touch me.”“I want to touch you and look at you more, give you pleasure,” I said, dragging my hand away from her breasts, over her midriff and onto the zipper of her shorts. “I want to touch you here.”Pressing my hand over her mound, I absorbed the heat and shape of her pubic bone.She gasped and melted into me. “But someone will see us.”“There’s no one here.” I pulled back, looked around and then down into her face. Her eyes returned the same desire I was feeling, eyes sparkling, lips slack and moist. But she also looked anxious. “No one will see. I promise,” I said.She shook her head. “You can’t promise me that. We can’t fuck here.”My cock, straining furiously, was complaining bitterly about being confined in my pants. My balls ached and a tight coil of longing had wound in my belly. “We can, it will be fine, let’s just lie down.” I rubbed my fingers between her legs and was able to determine the plumpness of her pussy lips.“Oh John,” she murmured, fluttering her eyes shut. “Please, no.”“Okay, not fuck,” I whispered, dropping to my knees. “But let me return the favor. Think of this as the hors d’oeuvre, a sample of what is to come later, if we stay in the tent.” I undid the small metal button on her shorts and ran down the zipper. My mouth was watering to taste her, my whole body vibrating at the thought of making her come the way she had me. I wanted to hear the noises she would make, see the expressions her pretty little face would pull as she gave herself up to bliss.“John, but what if…?” Her words trailed off as I tugged the shorts to her knees.“Lie down,” I said again. “You won’t be able to stand up for this.”“No, I need to look out.”Suddenly irritated, I hunted quickly for a solution. It came in the form of a wall six paces to my left. In one swift movement I picked her up and set her on it. “Keep watch if that’s what you want to do,” I said. “But from a sitting position at least.”Again I dropped down, settling on my knees at perfect pussy height.One deft flick of my wrist and her shorts and panties were dangling from her left foot. I parted her thighs and maneuvered my shoulders between them. My impatience to get my tongue on her hidden folds and hunt out her clit was barely contained, my movements rapid and efficient.I glanced upward. Her burning gaze darted around the deserted countryside then she looked down at me, sank one hand into my hair and licked her lips. “Okay,” she said on a pant, her breasts quivering beneath her t-shirt. “Please, yes please, do it. Put your mouth on me, in me.”I didn’t need asking twice. Cupping her ass, I tilted her hips, brought her mound to the edge of the wall and toward my face. She leaned back, stretched her legs wider and I got my first beautiful sight of her spread pussy. Not just the naked outer lips but the whole delectable, glistening crevice.Using my fingers, I splayed out the hairless flesh. She shuddered and her grip tightened on my scalp. She was so hot, so hot and wet, saturated. This woman wanted me, she wanted me in her, to touch her. That knowledge in itself was such a turn-on.“John,” she said, spreading her legs wider as if inviting me in. “Oh, please.”Running my fingers lower, I found her narrow slit and poked the tip of my index finger into her opening. She arched her back and sucked me up a little farther. The heat and need in my groin grew. But it would be a while before I could think of release, this was all about her. Evening up the orgasm tally between us. I liked to play fair.
I hope you enjoyed - have a great day
Lily x
This week I am giving you a sneaky smooch preview from DESSERT which hits the virtual shelves at Ellora's Cave on Friday 13th - lucky for me I hope - Dessert is part of the new line for men, which is designed to get the hunk in your life squirming in his seat and in the mood for some action of his own!! Here is the blurb...
Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful, naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while!
But control myself I did until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more.
Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt, I had to return the favor by hook or by crook, it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department.
Snog - John has taken Tida hiking in the Malvern Hills and they've stopped at a ruined priory to admire the view...
There was a sinful sparkle in her eyes. Like the one I’d seen in the restaurant as she’d run her hands up my thighs and stroked her fingers over my hard-on.I swallowed tightly. “And do you treat everyone you like to the same dessert that I got?”“That would be telling.” She turned away, faced the downward slope of the hill with her back to me.I reached for her arm, tugged her around again.
I needed to know.
“So tell,” I said, a little harsher than I’d intended. I had a sudden urge to feel special, as if she’d given me something over and above the usual.She tilted her chin. There was no fear or surprise in her eyes at my reaction, only amusement.Damn, I don’t want to be amusing. I need her to want me the same way I want her.“John,” she said. “I have no problem with nudity and I have no issues with sex, that is why I work at The Geisha Plate despite the fact I have other qualifications.” She paused. “And occasionally if someone captures my attention with their conversation and when I open my eyes I find myself attracted to them, yes, management permits the dishing up of a special dessert.”“You mean you weren’t obliged to—”“Suck you off, no. I wasn’t obliged to.” She blinked long and slow and ran her tongue over her moist lips. “I wanted to suck your penis, John.”Ah shit, hearing those words in this ancient, sacred place.“I’m glad you did,” I managed. I ran my hand from her upper arm to her shoulder. “But there is more on my menu. Things that will make you as happy as you made me. If you want to sample them, that is?”She cupped my cheek in her palm, her skin so smooth and soft against my harsh stubble. There was a long pause then she whispered, “Do you know what, John? I think I might like to see what you have on offer.”I lowered my head until my mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from hers. Her sugary breath filled my nose, the heat of her body radiated onto mine. It had been a long time since I’d wanted to kiss anyone as much as I wanted to kiss Tida. Her exoticness, her talented, beautiful mouth and the slenderness of her narrow shoulders beneath my hands had created an intoxicating blend of lust inside me.But it was she who initiated our kiss. Her pliant, soft mouth pressed up over mine and the tip of her tongue, cool from the water she’d just drunk, probed past my teeth. I opened up and let her in, allowing her to explore before I tangled my tongue with hers and dipped into her sweet wetness.Our arms were around each other. How that had happened I wasn’t sure. She gave a small moan as I smoothed my hands down her back and spread my fingers over her butt cheeks, pulled her into my body. My dick was hard and fully appreciating the female form squashed up against it. It would take what it could, always had been a greedy bugger.I tore my mouth from hers, kissed across her cheek to the shell of her ear, delighting in the smoothness of her flesh and the flavor of soap and petals that sank onto my tongue. She murmured something in her own language and squeezed my shoulders, as if hanging on to me for support.Exploring farther, I was bold enough to slip my hand under her t-shirt and smooth up the indent of her spine. Everything about her was softer than I could have ever imagined and beneath the soft flesh, ribs and a spine so delicate and small it needed to be protected and treasured. I found her mouth again, took over the kiss and slid my hand around to cup her breast through her bra. She arched toward me, silently giving me permission to fondle her more.How lucky am I?I sampled the weight of her breasts in my palms—they fit perfectly, the underside the exact shape of my scooped hand. I could just make out her spiked nipples straining forward.“You are so beautiful,” I murmured into her mouth.“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered. “The way you look at me, touch me.”“I want to touch you and look at you more, give you pleasure,” I said, dragging my hand away from her breasts, over her midriff and onto the zipper of her shorts. “I want to touch you here.”Pressing my hand over her mound, I absorbed the heat and shape of her pubic bone.She gasped and melted into me. “But someone will see us.”“There’s no one here.” I pulled back, looked around and then down into her face. Her eyes returned the same desire I was feeling, eyes sparkling, lips slack and moist. But she also looked anxious. “No one will see. I promise,” I said.She shook her head. “You can’t promise me that. We can’t fuck here.”My cock, straining furiously, was complaining bitterly about being confined in my pants. My balls ached and a tight coil of longing had wound in my belly. “We can, it will be fine, let’s just lie down.” I rubbed my fingers between her legs and was able to determine the plumpness of her pussy lips.“Oh John,” she murmured, fluttering her eyes shut. “Please, no.”“Okay, not fuck,” I whispered, dropping to my knees. “But let me return the favor. Think of this as the hors d’oeuvre, a sample of what is to come later, if we stay in the tent.” I undid the small metal button on her shorts and ran down the zipper. My mouth was watering to taste her, my whole body vibrating at the thought of making her come the way she had me. I wanted to hear the noises she would make, see the expressions her pretty little face would pull as she gave herself up to bliss.“John, but what if…?” Her words trailed off as I tugged the shorts to her knees.“Lie down,” I said again. “You won’t be able to stand up for this.”“No, I need to look out.”Suddenly irritated, I hunted quickly for a solution. It came in the form of a wall six paces to my left. In one swift movement I picked her up and set her on it. “Keep watch if that’s what you want to do,” I said. “But from a sitting position at least.”Again I dropped down, settling on my knees at perfect pussy height.One deft flick of my wrist and her shorts and panties were dangling from her left foot. I parted her thighs and maneuvered my shoulders between them. My impatience to get my tongue on her hidden folds and hunt out her clit was barely contained, my movements rapid and efficient.I glanced upward. Her burning gaze darted around the deserted countryside then she looked down at me, sank one hand into my hair and licked her lips. “Okay,” she said on a pant, her breasts quivering beneath her t-shirt. “Please, yes please, do it. Put your mouth on me, in me.”I didn’t need asking twice. Cupping her ass, I tilted her hips, brought her mound to the edge of the wall and toward my face. She leaned back, stretched her legs wider and I got my first beautiful sight of her spread pussy. Not just the naked outer lips but the whole delectable, glistening crevice.Using my fingers, I splayed out the hairless flesh. She shuddered and her grip tightened on my scalp. She was so hot, so hot and wet, saturated. This woman wanted me, she wanted me in her, to touch her. That knowledge in itself was such a turn-on.“John,” she said, spreading her legs wider as if inviting me in. “Oh, please.”Running my fingers lower, I found her narrow slit and poked the tip of my index finger into her opening. She arched her back and sucked me up a little farther. The heat and need in my groin grew. But it would be a while before I could think of release, this was all about her. Evening up the orgasm tally between us. I liked to play fair.
I hope you enjoyed - have a great day
Lily x
July 7, 2012
Stockholm Surrender review
I have just had a wonderful review in for Stockholm Surrender. This book has been a slow burner in terms of feedback, which can be a little nail-biting wondering what people think of it, but clearly, for this reader, it hit the spot and I couldn't be happier.
Romancing the Book
Stockholm Surrender by Lily Harlem is a wonderful, fast-paced, gripping, story of forbidden love.
Penny’s father is the British foreign minister, which puts their family in the spotlight. This time it has put Penny in danger when a desperate man decides to use her as leverage. After being kidnapped, Penny finds herself feeling things she shouldn’t be feeling.
This is one of the best books I have read in quite a while. I gave it a rating of 5 out of 5, and would have given it more if I could. I was completely hooked from the very beginning. Since I didn’t get the opportunity to read this one in one sitting, that meant I had to put it down a couple of times for sleep and work. When I wasn’t reading it, I was constantly thinking about it, and dying to get back to it.
This is a follow-up to Ms. Harlem’s short story, Stockholm Seduction, which is included as the prologue to this story, in case you have not read it. I loved Penny and Ty, and was tied in knots over their emotional roller coaster. The suspense is really intense and there were times that I actually gasped out loud. The writing is superb and the characters stole my heart.
Romancing the Book
Stockholm Surrender by Lily Harlem is a wonderful, fast-paced, gripping, story of forbidden love.
Penny’s father is the British foreign minister, which puts their family in the spotlight. This time it has put Penny in danger when a desperate man decides to use her as leverage. After being kidnapped, Penny finds herself feeling things she shouldn’t be feeling.
This is one of the best books I have read in quite a while. I gave it a rating of 5 out of 5, and would have given it more if I could. I was completely hooked from the very beginning. Since I didn’t get the opportunity to read this one in one sitting, that meant I had to put it down a couple of times for sleep and work. When I wasn’t reading it, I was constantly thinking about it, and dying to get back to it.
This is a follow-up to Ms. Harlem’s short story, Stockholm Seduction, which is included as the prologue to this story, in case you have not read it. I loved Penny and Ty, and was tied in knots over their emotional roller coaster. The suspense is really intense and there were times that I actually gasped out loud. The writing is superb and the characters stole my heart.
July 6, 2012
For My Master by Suz deMello
Check out Suz deMello's hot new addition to the Ellora's Cave Taboo line - Phew, someone pass me a fan and glass of iced water!!!!!
Blurb
Agent Kathie Belmont has long lusted after her boss, Ross Guerrero, but has never plucked up the courage to even flirt with him. Could he be the strong but tender Master she craves?
Ross wants Kathie in his life—on her knees. But the constraints of their jobs with an ultra-secret US security agency have come between them.
Then the sadistic drug trafficker El Silencio is tempted into a deal with Ross’s undercover persona—a deal that will go down at a BDSM party. With Kathie disguised as his sex slave, Ross sets out to bring down the criminal gang, and perhaps to tempt Kathie into performing her role for him…forever.
Buy link Here
*****
Excerpt from Chapter One
Station chief Ross Guerrero tapped a pencil on his blotter and scrutinized Kathie Belmont, seated on a straight-backed chair on the other side of his wide, government-issue desk. A soft-faced young woman, she had the healthy good looks of a college student or a California beach cutie, common here in San Diego. Her mink-brown hair with tasteful gold highlights was blunt cut at her chin, masking a strong jaw line. Wide, long-lashed eyes regarded Ross with openness and candor.
With multiple piercings in each ear and a silver toe ring peeping from her sandal, she looked like any girl attending San Diego State, UCSD or even Chula Vista High. In reality, Belmont was twenty-nine years old, had graduated with honors in criminal justice from Pepperdine, then gone on to a short but successful career as a police officer in Los Angeles. She’d joined the US Security Agency, performing well during training and in her first assignments. Now he’d find out if she was ready for more demanding tasks.
Her appearance was as useful as her black belt and her Glock. Living proof of the maxim “you can’t judge a book by its cover,” Agent Belmont, who’d been orphaned as a teen, had capably cared for her two younger siblings, fighting to keep her family together. She was as competent an operative as any he’d encountered during his thirteen years with the agency.
“Here’s the situation.” Ross set his china espresso cup into its saucer with a click. “There’s a group of baddies selling drugs just over the border. Mostly steroids, but some crystal, crack, horse … you name it, they’ve got it. Because they’re in Mexico, the usual law enforcement agencies can’t go in.”
Her hazel eyes gleamed. “But we can.”
“Yes, we can. But there’s a twist.”
She shrugged tanned shoulders, revealed by her sleeveless pink blouse. “Isn’t there always?”
“They run their drugs and whores out of a party house.” He eyed her, wondering if she was up for the job. “An orgy house.”
Her brows lifted. “They still exist in the age of AIDS?”
“They do. This one is in a chi-chi area called the Zona Rio, on the south side of the Tijuana River.” He paused, tapping the pencil on the blotter. “I can’t go in without a woman.”
She cleared her throat. “Exactly what would this mission entail, sir?” Her voice was crisp and professional.
Even so, Ross noted the signs of nervous excitement. A slight sheen of perspiration between her breasts, where their tops were displayed by the scooped neck of her shirt. She fiddled with her hair and didn’t meet his eyes. She crossed her suntanned knees, exposed by a blue denim mini-skirt, then recrossed them, giving him a brief glimpse of pink panties. His pulse jumped. Had she intended to flash him?
He cleared his throat. “They won’t know you understand Spanish," he continued. "You’d listen as well as watch my back. This is a group of evil bastards with absolutely no morals. They’re even selling to steroids to minors, school kids with a dream of getting out of the slums as athletes.”
Her lips firmed. “Let’s get ‘em, sir.”
“Your life could depend upon unswerving obedience to protocol. Truthfully, Belmont, I’m not sure you can do it.”
She bristled. “Why not?”
“The second in command is a, uh, rather unusual woman. A Dominant in a country of submissive females. To impress her, I’d accompany you as your submissive. Your…slave.”
Her elegant jaw dropped. “You’re shittin’ me.”
He wagged a finger at her. “Language, young lady.”
“Pardon me, sir.” She shut her mouth with an audible snap, then said, “Is this plan sanctioned by HQ?”
He evaded, saying, “You know that they give me considerable latitude.”
Her eyes narrowed. “In other words, no, but you think you can get away with it.”
He smiled.
“Why me?” Her intelligent gaze shone from a face vivid with curiosity.
“You’re smart and tough. You’re used to giving orders, the way you did to keep your family together.”
Her chuckle was rueful. “Confidentially, sir, you have no idea how much that took out of me.”
He shrugged. “The USSA is demanding. And this mission will take a lot out of both of us. Do you think this would be easy for me?”
“I don’t know.” Her gaze stroked him again, still brimful of curiosity, though now the curiosity was tinctured with something else. Something more.
Sexual curiosity. She wanted to know what he was really like, at a very basic level.
“Would it be easy for you to be…submissive?” she asked. “Is that who you truly are?”
“No, but if I have to, I can fake it. Can you be dominant?”
She bit her lip, her eyes dropping. Her whisper was incoherent.
“Speak up,” he said. “If you’re going to run this, run me, you have to state your orders and commands clearly.”
She raised her chin, and her eyes sparkled. Were those tears?
She drew a shaky breath. “You know I’d do anything for y...the agency.”
Had she been about to say, “I’d do anything for you?” Desire tightened his balls.
“But I don’t know if I can be something I’m not,” she went on. “I can manage situations, yes, and run any mission you choose. But acting like a sexual dominant…” She shook her head. “That’s not me. I’m afraid I’d blow our cover and get us both killed.”
He hesitated. The only other option involved possible abuse of his authority, but the mission was paramount. On the other hand—
“W-what about reversing our roles?” She broke into his thoughts.
Had she read his mind?
But he had to be sure. “You mean, I’d dominate you?”
She swallowed audibly. “Yes.”
A long pause ensued while he wondered if he’d fallen into his favorite fantasy. Finally, he managed to speak.
“That could work.” He walked around the barrier of his desk and knelt next to her chair. His face was now level with hers, his gaze fixed on her eyes, her wide, nervous, expectant eyes. He read fear there, as well as blatant feminine curiosity.
He’d have her exactly the way he wanted, but he’d have to take care. A single wrong move, and she’d bolt.
Ross leaned closer, inhaling her cologne, a fresh, bright scent he didn’t recognize but suited her perfectly. He let his lips brush her neck, and watched the tiny hairs shift in subtle response. “I could do that, but can you? Can you give me unswerving obedience?” he murmured into her ear before nipping the lobe.
She gasped, and he chuckled. “Just let go, Belmont. Just…let go.”
She turned her head to shoot him a steady look from those compelling hazel eyes. This time, their gazes met and clashed. Her eyes were bold, unflinching, utterly unafraid. That surprised him, but Belmont often surprised him. It was hard to remember that her naïve façade hid a smart, savvy agent.
He’d respected her competence and admired her beauty. Now he’d enjoy bending her to his will.
*****
Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and reached the top ten on a bestseller list.
A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she's working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.
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Blurb
Agent Kathie Belmont has long lusted after her boss, Ross Guerrero, but has never plucked up the courage to even flirt with him. Could he be the strong but tender Master she craves?
Ross wants Kathie in his life—on her knees. But the constraints of their jobs with an ultra-secret US security agency have come between them.
Then the sadistic drug trafficker El Silencio is tempted into a deal with Ross’s undercover persona—a deal that will go down at a BDSM party. With Kathie disguised as his sex slave, Ross sets out to bring down the criminal gang, and perhaps to tempt Kathie into performing her role for him…forever.
Buy link Here
*****
Excerpt from Chapter One
Station chief Ross Guerrero tapped a pencil on his blotter and scrutinized Kathie Belmont, seated on a straight-backed chair on the other side of his wide, government-issue desk. A soft-faced young woman, she had the healthy good looks of a college student or a California beach cutie, common here in San Diego. Her mink-brown hair with tasteful gold highlights was blunt cut at her chin, masking a strong jaw line. Wide, long-lashed eyes regarded Ross with openness and candor.
With multiple piercings in each ear and a silver toe ring peeping from her sandal, she looked like any girl attending San Diego State, UCSD or even Chula Vista High. In reality, Belmont was twenty-nine years old, had graduated with honors in criminal justice from Pepperdine, then gone on to a short but successful career as a police officer in Los Angeles. She’d joined the US Security Agency, performing well during training and in her first assignments. Now he’d find out if she was ready for more demanding tasks.
Her appearance was as useful as her black belt and her Glock. Living proof of the maxim “you can’t judge a book by its cover,” Agent Belmont, who’d been orphaned as a teen, had capably cared for her two younger siblings, fighting to keep her family together. She was as competent an operative as any he’d encountered during his thirteen years with the agency.
“Here’s the situation.” Ross set his china espresso cup into its saucer with a click. “There’s a group of baddies selling drugs just over the border. Mostly steroids, but some crystal, crack, horse … you name it, they’ve got it. Because they’re in Mexico, the usual law enforcement agencies can’t go in.”
Her hazel eyes gleamed. “But we can.”
“Yes, we can. But there’s a twist.”
She shrugged tanned shoulders, revealed by her sleeveless pink blouse. “Isn’t there always?”
“They run their drugs and whores out of a party house.” He eyed her, wondering if she was up for the job. “An orgy house.”
Her brows lifted. “They still exist in the age of AIDS?”
“They do. This one is in a chi-chi area called the Zona Rio, on the south side of the Tijuana River.” He paused, tapping the pencil on the blotter. “I can’t go in without a woman.”
She cleared her throat. “Exactly what would this mission entail, sir?” Her voice was crisp and professional.
Even so, Ross noted the signs of nervous excitement. A slight sheen of perspiration between her breasts, where their tops were displayed by the scooped neck of her shirt. She fiddled with her hair and didn’t meet his eyes. She crossed her suntanned knees, exposed by a blue denim mini-skirt, then recrossed them, giving him a brief glimpse of pink panties. His pulse jumped. Had she intended to flash him?
He cleared his throat. “They won’t know you understand Spanish," he continued. "You’d listen as well as watch my back. This is a group of evil bastards with absolutely no morals. They’re even selling to steroids to minors, school kids with a dream of getting out of the slums as athletes.”
Her lips firmed. “Let’s get ‘em, sir.”
“Your life could depend upon unswerving obedience to protocol. Truthfully, Belmont, I’m not sure you can do it.”
She bristled. “Why not?”
“The second in command is a, uh, rather unusual woman. A Dominant in a country of submissive females. To impress her, I’d accompany you as your submissive. Your…slave.”
Her elegant jaw dropped. “You’re shittin’ me.”
He wagged a finger at her. “Language, young lady.”
“Pardon me, sir.” She shut her mouth with an audible snap, then said, “Is this plan sanctioned by HQ?”
He evaded, saying, “You know that they give me considerable latitude.”
Her eyes narrowed. “In other words, no, but you think you can get away with it.”
He smiled.
“Why me?” Her intelligent gaze shone from a face vivid with curiosity.
“You’re smart and tough. You’re used to giving orders, the way you did to keep your family together.”
Her chuckle was rueful. “Confidentially, sir, you have no idea how much that took out of me.”
He shrugged. “The USSA is demanding. And this mission will take a lot out of both of us. Do you think this would be easy for me?”
“I don’t know.” Her gaze stroked him again, still brimful of curiosity, though now the curiosity was tinctured with something else. Something more.
Sexual curiosity. She wanted to know what he was really like, at a very basic level.
“Would it be easy for you to be…submissive?” she asked. “Is that who you truly are?”
“No, but if I have to, I can fake it. Can you be dominant?”
She bit her lip, her eyes dropping. Her whisper was incoherent.
“Speak up,” he said. “If you’re going to run this, run me, you have to state your orders and commands clearly.”
She raised her chin, and her eyes sparkled. Were those tears?
She drew a shaky breath. “You know I’d do anything for y...the agency.”
Had she been about to say, “I’d do anything for you?” Desire tightened his balls.
“But I don’t know if I can be something I’m not,” she went on. “I can manage situations, yes, and run any mission you choose. But acting like a sexual dominant…” She shook her head. “That’s not me. I’m afraid I’d blow our cover and get us both killed.”
He hesitated. The only other option involved possible abuse of his authority, but the mission was paramount. On the other hand—
“W-what about reversing our roles?” She broke into his thoughts.
Had she read his mind?
But he had to be sure. “You mean, I’d dominate you?”
She swallowed audibly. “Yes.”
A long pause ensued while he wondered if he’d fallen into his favorite fantasy. Finally, he managed to speak.
“That could work.” He walked around the barrier of his desk and knelt next to her chair. His face was now level with hers, his gaze fixed on her eyes, her wide, nervous, expectant eyes. He read fear there, as well as blatant feminine curiosity.
He’d have her exactly the way he wanted, but he’d have to take care. A single wrong move, and she’d bolt.
Ross leaned closer, inhaling her cologne, a fresh, bright scent he didn’t recognize but suited her perfectly. He let his lips brush her neck, and watched the tiny hairs shift in subtle response. “I could do that, but can you? Can you give me unswerving obedience?” he murmured into her ear before nipping the lobe.
She gasped, and he chuckled. “Just let go, Belmont. Just…let go.”
She turned her head to shoot him a steady look from those compelling hazel eyes. This time, their gazes met and clashed. Her eyes were bold, unflinching, utterly unafraid. That surprised him, but Belmont often surprised him. It was hard to remember that her naïve façade hid a smart, savvy agent.
He’d respected her competence and admired her beauty. Now he’d enjoy bending her to his will.
*****
Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and reached the top ten on a bestseller list.
A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she's working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.
Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook. Her sites are at www.sue-swift.com www.suzdemello.com and blog.
July 5, 2012
That Filthy Book
Finally That Filthy Book is available at major e-book retail outlets.
Fallen Angel Reviews -
This book is intense. I have never read such a hot, sexy, raw book. I loved it...I recommend that every woman read this book, because unless you experience it for yourself, I am not sure I can convey the emotion this book evokes. Read the book. You won't be disappointed.
Beyond Romance -
...a steamy example of romantic erotica, with a sex scene in practically every chapter. However, what impressed me most about this book was the authors' skill in conveying Karen's doubts and insecurities...If you want to be convinced that there is indeed (super-hot!) sex after marriage, buy this filthy but delightful book.
Erotica For All -
...it’s incredibly kinky, dirty and totally lives up to its name. But it’s much more than that too – fabulously well written, engaging and heartwarming...So if you’re looking for a smokin’ hot read with lashings of romance and a beautiful relationship, then you should definitely check out That Filthy Book.
Buy Here (or hop over and LIKE it, that's cool too!)
Amazon US
Amazon UK
All Romace eBooks
If you do read That Filthy Book be sure to drop Natalie or myself a line to let us know what you think. It was a blast to write and we adore getting reader feedback.
Have a great day
Lily
Fallen Angel Reviews -
This book is intense. I have never read such a hot, sexy, raw book. I loved it...I recommend that every woman read this book, because unless you experience it for yourself, I am not sure I can convey the emotion this book evokes. Read the book. You won't be disappointed.
Beyond Romance -
...a steamy example of romantic erotica, with a sex scene in practically every chapter. However, what impressed me most about this book was the authors' skill in conveying Karen's doubts and insecurities...If you want to be convinced that there is indeed (super-hot!) sex after marriage, buy this filthy but delightful book.
Erotica For All -
...it’s incredibly kinky, dirty and totally lives up to its name. But it’s much more than that too – fabulously well written, engaging and heartwarming...So if you’re looking for a smokin’ hot read with lashings of romance and a beautiful relationship, then you should definitely check out That Filthy Book.
Buy Here (or hop over and LIKE it, that's cool too!)
Amazon US
Amazon UK
All Romace eBooks
If you do read That Filthy Book be sure to drop Natalie or myself a line to let us know what you think. It was a blast to write and we adore getting reader feedback.
Have a great day
Lily
June 30, 2012
Blog Hopping Gone Crazy!
Welcome to all you hoppers. Click below to choose which hop you are bouncing along on!
Have fun!
Lily x
Have fun!
Lily x
4th of July Blog Hop
Hello and welcome :-)
Okay, so I am guessing if you've swung by my erotic romance blog you don't have too delicate a disposition and a few coarse words won't offend you. It's not like I'm just going to spout a tirade of abuse at you, not at all, I just wanted to natter about the difference between US cursing and English cursing - even that word is different, in the UK we would say swearing. As an English author quite often I sit here racking my brains when it comes to thinking up insults for my US characters to hurl at one another!!
Mr H is English through and through, born in London, and myself, as the only female with three brothers of my own and four brothers-in-law, all English, I am VERY familiar with the usual Brit expletives. For example if Mr H is doing a rare bit of DIY and hits his thumb with a hammer he is likely to shout Bollocks. Do you US guys use that term??? If he's having a moment of road rage and gets cut-up he's likely to either mutter (or yell) that someone is a Dickhead, a Knob, a Plonker or a Wanker. (I'm making him sound like a foul mouthed, bad tempered guy, he's not, he's just an ordinary bloke and now I'm using him in this blog! Bless him!)
It isn't until I'm writing US characters (usually my hockey ones for the HOT ICE series) that I start using terms like son-of-a-bitch and mother-fucker. You just wouldn't hear them over here in the UK, and if you did it would be easy to assume someone had overdosed on US movies.
I read a book a while ago were the word bloody was used to accentuate the dialogue of an English character. It is a common expletive over here, bloody hell being one of my very favourites when things go wrong. It gives a quick release of tension without really offending anyone - and believe me, sometimes I need that. But the word has to be placed just right otherwise it sounds off. Not sure why so I looked it up, this is what one site says...
Bloody - One of the most useful swear words in English. Mostly used as an exclamation of surprise i.e. "bloody hell" or "bloody nora". Something may be "bloody marvellous" or "bloody awful". It is also used to emphasise almost anything, "you're bloody mad", "not bloody likely" and can also be used in the middle of other words to emphasise them. E.g. "Abso-bloody-lutely"! Americans should avoid saying "bloody" as they sound silly.
Another word I have to switch between is arse and ass. Again we say arse - an ass is a donkey - and to me the word asshole doesn't sound right 'without' the American twang. It's a similar situation to bloody I think, the English can't say asshole without sounding like, well an arsehole. And again, over here, it's use stretches into phrases like arse-over-tit, which means to fall over, arse-about-face means something is being done back to front, and arse-holed and rat-arsed which means very drunk.
Piss off is common here too as an alternative to fuck off, but I'm not sure how much you use it in the US. It gets used as Pissed up - if someone is drunk and Pissed off if you're fed up.
Anyone who has seen Notting Hill will remember the adorable bit where Hugh Grant says Whoops-a-daisy when trying to climb the railings and Julia Roberts can't stop laughing at him and he can't stop saying it. I LOVED that bit, it was so real, and it certainly is something that's said, particularly around kids or grannies.
My latest novel is SCORED a sexy soccer story about the English football team. That allowed me to flow naturally with the dialogue when it came to swearing because let's face it, these hot-headed footballer types do a lot of that when their testosterone gets flowing. I did stop short of using the word Goolies though, which means testicles 'he just kicked me in the goolies' being a favourite of young lads in the playground. Another one I refrained from using is John Thomas which is slang for cock, dick, willy, knob and todger. (Though if something is cocked-up it means it's gone wrong and is nothing to do with the male anatomy. Much like the dogs-bollocks which means something is great and nothing to do with dogs or bollocks!)
We have different expressions for having sex too - bonking, shagging, on the job, hanky-panky, slap and tickle, humping, a bit of nookie, screwing, wicked-way, rogering to name a few. Up the arse is of course known as buggering, though that word is used a lot as bugger off, or he's a bugger, meaning someone is a pest and nothing to do with anal sex.
Well on that happy note, and now that I have turned the air blue, I am going to leave you to have your say in the comment boxes. Tell me what your favourite UK and US curse words are and why, and of course any new ones for my US located stories will be greatly received :-)
I will pick a winner at random to win a copy of HIRED - the first in my Hot Ice series which is now available in print and ebook - don't forget to leave your email addy in the body of your comment.
Lily x
Blurb
Book one in the Hot Ice series.
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost my destiny.
You can read an excerpt HERE and reviews are available on my website. HIRED also won the D Renee Bagby Award for Best First Chapter and Best Cover in Dec 2010. You can read the first chapter HERE :-)
And if you enjoy my sexy hockey players then look out for...
Coming Soon
and HIGH-STICKED
(Blog about cursing previously posted on When One Is Not Enough)
Okay, so I am guessing if you've swung by my erotic romance blog you don't have too delicate a disposition and a few coarse words won't offend you. It's not like I'm just going to spout a tirade of abuse at you, not at all, I just wanted to natter about the difference between US cursing and English cursing - even that word is different, in the UK we would say swearing. As an English author quite often I sit here racking my brains when it comes to thinking up insults for my US characters to hurl at one another!!
Mr H is English through and through, born in London, and myself, as the only female with three brothers of my own and four brothers-in-law, all English, I am VERY familiar with the usual Brit expletives. For example if Mr H is doing a rare bit of DIY and hits his thumb with a hammer he is likely to shout Bollocks. Do you US guys use that term??? If he's having a moment of road rage and gets cut-up he's likely to either mutter (or yell) that someone is a Dickhead, a Knob, a Plonker or a Wanker. (I'm making him sound like a foul mouthed, bad tempered guy, he's not, he's just an ordinary bloke and now I'm using him in this blog! Bless him!)
It isn't until I'm writing US characters (usually my hockey ones for the HOT ICE series) that I start using terms like son-of-a-bitch and mother-fucker. You just wouldn't hear them over here in the UK, and if you did it would be easy to assume someone had overdosed on US movies.
I read a book a while ago were the word bloody was used to accentuate the dialogue of an English character. It is a common expletive over here, bloody hell being one of my very favourites when things go wrong. It gives a quick release of tension without really offending anyone - and believe me, sometimes I need that. But the word has to be placed just right otherwise it sounds off. Not sure why so I looked it up, this is what one site says...
Bloody - One of the most useful swear words in English. Mostly used as an exclamation of surprise i.e. "bloody hell" or "bloody nora". Something may be "bloody marvellous" or "bloody awful". It is also used to emphasise almost anything, "you're bloody mad", "not bloody likely" and can also be used in the middle of other words to emphasise them. E.g. "Abso-bloody-lutely"! Americans should avoid saying "bloody" as they sound silly.
Another word I have to switch between is arse and ass. Again we say arse - an ass is a donkey - and to me the word asshole doesn't sound right 'without' the American twang. It's a similar situation to bloody I think, the English can't say asshole without sounding like, well an arsehole. And again, over here, it's use stretches into phrases like arse-over-tit, which means to fall over, arse-about-face means something is being done back to front, and arse-holed and rat-arsed which means very drunk.
Piss off is common here too as an alternative to fuck off, but I'm not sure how much you use it in the US. It gets used as Pissed up - if someone is drunk and Pissed off if you're fed up.
Anyone who has seen Notting Hill will remember the adorable bit where Hugh Grant says Whoops-a-daisy when trying to climb the railings and Julia Roberts can't stop laughing at him and he can't stop saying it. I LOVED that bit, it was so real, and it certainly is something that's said, particularly around kids or grannies.
My latest novel is SCORED a sexy soccer story about the English football team. That allowed me to flow naturally with the dialogue when it came to swearing because let's face it, these hot-headed footballer types do a lot of that when their testosterone gets flowing. I did stop short of using the word Goolies though, which means testicles 'he just kicked me in the goolies' being a favourite of young lads in the playground. Another one I refrained from using is John Thomas which is slang for cock, dick, willy, knob and todger. (Though if something is cocked-up it means it's gone wrong and is nothing to do with the male anatomy. Much like the dogs-bollocks which means something is great and nothing to do with dogs or bollocks!)
We have different expressions for having sex too - bonking, shagging, on the job, hanky-panky, slap and tickle, humping, a bit of nookie, screwing, wicked-way, rogering to name a few. Up the arse is of course known as buggering, though that word is used a lot as bugger off, or he's a bugger, meaning someone is a pest and nothing to do with anal sex.
Well on that happy note, and now that I have turned the air blue, I am going to leave you to have your say in the comment boxes. Tell me what your favourite UK and US curse words are and why, and of course any new ones for my US located stories will be greatly received :-)
I will pick a winner at random to win a copy of HIRED - the first in my Hot Ice series which is now available in print and ebook - don't forget to leave your email addy in the body of your comment.
Lily x
Blurb
Book one in the Hot Ice series.
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost my destiny.
You can read an excerpt HERE and reviews are available on my website. HIRED also won the D Renee Bagby Award for Best First Chapter and Best Cover in Dec 2010. You can read the first chapter HERE :-)
And if you enjoy my sexy hockey players then look out for...
Coming Soon
and HIGH-STICKED
(Blog about cursing previously posted on When One Is Not Enough)
June 28, 2012
Naughty Nights Press Blog Hop
Hello and welcome, I'm thrilled to be part of the Naughty Nights Blog Hop and huge congratulations on their first anniversary :-)
I am going to chat about my latest Ellora's Cave release which is Stockholm Surrender, a seriously steamy tale of kidnap and lust, forbidden love and a battle against the odds.
Since I am going through a very visual stage (check out my Pinterest boards which prove my obsession) I thought I would share a few pictures with you that inspired my novel. But first here is the blurb...
By popular reader request, the full-length story of what happens after Stockholm Seduction.
My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.
Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
* * * * *
Tell me which is your favourite image and I will pick someone at random and send them a copy of Stockholm Surrender on 2nd of July. Don't forget to leave your email addy in the body of the comment!
In the beginning...
White lace.
Bangkok - a surprise in the restaurant!
Ropes and silk ties - something Ty is particularly fond of.
Cuffs - not of the fluffy pink variety.
Edinburgh, a safe haven.
Kind of how I imagine Ty to look - cocky, gorgeous, adrenaline-junkie.
How lucky can a girl get when two best mates are happy to share?
A good James likeness - before his ordeal...
...and after.
When dreams and reality blur!
Who can blame Penny for not being able to concentrate on her studies at Oxford?
Dragon tattoo - Ty
Sharing new experiences.
Not the best instrument for cutting hair.
Penny Tipping - British Foreign Minister's daughter.
Ty's biggest fear.
Some dresses are made for taking off!
I hope you enjoyed these pictures, it was fun finding them as was writing this raunchy novel.
You can read the prologue, Stockholm Seduction, for FREE by clicking below...
And the entire first chapter of Stockholm Surrender Here.
Happy reading and have fun blog hopping :-)
Lily x
GET BACK TO THE LIST OF BLOG POSTS.
I am going to chat about my latest Ellora's Cave release which is Stockholm Surrender, a seriously steamy tale of kidnap and lust, forbidden love and a battle against the odds.
Since I am going through a very visual stage (check out my Pinterest boards which prove my obsession) I thought I would share a few pictures with you that inspired my novel. But first here is the blurb...
By popular reader request, the full-length story of what happens after Stockholm Seduction.
My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.
Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
* * * * *
Tell me which is your favourite image and I will pick someone at random and send them a copy of Stockholm Surrender on 2nd of July. Don't forget to leave your email addy in the body of the comment!
In the beginning...
White lace.
Bangkok - a surprise in the restaurant!
Ropes and silk ties - something Ty is particularly fond of.
Cuffs - not of the fluffy pink variety.
Edinburgh, a safe haven.
Kind of how I imagine Ty to look - cocky, gorgeous, adrenaline-junkie.
How lucky can a girl get when two best mates are happy to share?
A good James likeness - before his ordeal...
...and after.
When dreams and reality blur!
Who can blame Penny for not being able to concentrate on her studies at Oxford?
Dragon tattoo - Ty
Sharing new experiences.
Not the best instrument for cutting hair.
Penny Tipping - British Foreign Minister's daughter.
Ty's biggest fear.
Some dresses are made for taking off!
I hope you enjoyed these pictures, it was fun finding them as was writing this raunchy novel.
You can read the prologue, Stockholm Seduction, for FREE by clicking below...
And the entire first chapter of Stockholm Surrender Here.
Happy reading and have fun blog hopping :-)
Lily x
GET BACK TO THE LIST OF BLOG POSTS.
June 27, 2012
Spotlight on Lucy Felthouse
Today I am thrilled to be showing off books by the wonderful Lucy Felthouse. Here you go, enjoy...
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, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth.
Find out more about Lucy by visiting her website. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter.
Off the Beaten Track
When workaholic Libby Strong’s friends and family make her take a long overdue holiday, she’s not impressed. A week of lounging by a swimming pool and doing nothing is not her idea of fun. In an act of rebellion, she books a day trip, touring in a jeep. When her guide arrives, Libby’s astonished to discover she’s the only patron going on the trip. But as hunky Demetrio takes her off the beaten track and deep into the beautiful Portuguese countryside, she soon leaves her worries behind and hangs on tight for the ride of her life.
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
On the Prowl
Three hot erotic stories with themes of ménage, uniform fetish and sexy fun in a warehouse…
On the Prowl
There’s a serious man drought in Jolene’s town, and she seriously needs to get laid. Fed up of waiting around for someone to come along, Jolene goes out on the prowl. It turns out to be her lucky night when she not only meets the handsome Blake, but his friend Pete—and they’re both interested in Jolene. Jolene can’t possibly decide between the two delicious men, so she decides to have them both—at the same time.
Double Vision
Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.
A Stroke of Peach
Eleanor’s a mature art student with a part-time job in a stationery store. One shift sees her sorting out the little-used upstairs warehouse. Completely engrossed in her task, she’s startled by the appearance of her colleague, Jimmy, and accidentally covers him in ink. This signals the start of a war, which ends up with the two colleagues in a very compromising position in a dusty corner.
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
While the Boys Are Away
Three hot lesbian short stories for your delectation!
While the Boys Are Away
On a camping trip with their boyfriends, best friends Amelia and Gemma are having a great time. However, when the boys have trouble lighting the barbeque, the girls decide it’s time to leave them to it and beat a hasty retreat to the shower block. Once there, they take a seriously steamy shower together and become oblivious to everything except the taste of one another.
Beside the Seaside
When Ella meets Candy outside the tattoo parlour, she’s instantly smitten. Candy is cute, confident, and what’s more, she’s recently had her tongue pierced. When Candy suggests that she and Ella should go and grab some fish and chips, Ella is more than happy to go along with the plan and spend more time with her new crush. But it soon becomes apparent that Candy has more on her mind than a good meal – and Ella’s about to get up close and personal with the newly pierced beauty.
The Inner Circle
When Adele spots her good friends Donna and Josie spending time together and being all chummy without her, she’s devastated. After seeing the two women heading into one of their houses together, she’s determined to find out exactly what’s going on. Peering through the front window of the house reveals more than Adele was betting on, and what’s more, she likes it.
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
The Cottage in the Woods
Living in her remote cottage in the woods, Heidi doesn’t get many visitors. So when she spots a fox in her garden, she’s delighted. However, her joy quickly turns to dismay when she thinks the beautiful creature may be injured. Heading out to see how she can help, Heidi is astounded when something happens that makes her question her eyesight – not to mention her sanity. Once she gets over her shock and discovers the reason behind the peculiar encounter, Heidi is mighty glad that the fox chose her garden to visit.
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
Punish Me Good
Two hot tales of fem-dom and BDSM that you won’t forget.
Punish Me Good
Gorgeous, sexually talented and above all, completely obedient, Malachi loves to please his beautiful mistress. Humiliation, spanking, switching; he’ll take it all and more, for the heady taste of Avery is something he literally cannot live without.
Trophy Boyfriend
Ethan is what most would call eye candy. He looks good, and is dynamite in the sack. Sadly, he’s also as dumb as a box of rocks, a fact that his girlfriend can no longer overlook. Deciding to end things with the minimum of fuss, she plans for their relationship to go out with a bang.
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
Susie White and the Right Hand Man
A wedding, an evil plan, a love story and a sacrifice are the order of the day in this modern retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman.
Susie White and her stepmother-to-be have never seen eye to eye, despite all of Susie’s best efforts to be friendly. Eager not to spoil her father’s happiness, Susie still agrees to be bridesmaid at their wedding. When the big day comes, she meets Louise’s right hand man, Scott. Susie had never believed in love at first sight until that moment. The pair hit it off, sharing a mutual dislike of Louise and her wicked ways. Their camaraderie quickly develops into something more, and they date in secret until it’s time for Susie to leave for University – and freedom. Unfortunately, Scott has an earth-shattering revelation, which means the two of them of them must work together to unravel Louise’s evil plan, before it’s too late.
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
A Menu with a Difference
Will a weekend in a luxury hotel make Annette’s deepest fantasies come true?
When Jed and Annette spend a weekend in a luxury hotel, they’re planning to take full advantage of the hot tub and large bed – preferably with a third party. Annette’s never been with another woman before, but she’s eager to experience some Sapphic delight. When the couple meets waitress Tamara at the restaurant they’re lunching at, they agree she’s perfect in many ways; but is she on the menu?
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
Brick Dust and Bedsprings
There are chores to be done, but it’s much more fun to stand at the window and watch the rippling muscles and sweaty torsos of the men paving her driveway- her window sill never got cleaned so thoroughly before!But when sexy brothers Marcus and Jamie catch their customer looking, the action rapidly moves from the front of the house to the bedroom…
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Love Through Time
Westbury Hall is a stately home with a fascinating past, and when book conservator Emily Stone starts uncovering it, she’s startled by what she finds . . . .
Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.
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Weekend at Wilderhope Manor
When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?
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Off the Beaten Track
When workaholic Libby Strong’s friends and family make her take a long overdue holiday, she’s not impressed. A week of lounging by a swimming pool and doing nothing is not her idea of fun. In an act of rebellion, she books a day trip, touring in a jeep. When her guide arrives, Libby’s astonished to discover she’s the only patron going on the trip. But as hunky Demetrio takes her off the beaten track and deep into the beautiful Portuguese countryside, she soon leaves her worries behind and hangs on tight for the ride of her life.
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On the Prowl
Three hot erotic stories with themes of ménage, uniform fetish and sexy fun in a warehouse…
On the Prowl
There’s a serious man drought in Jolene’s town, and she seriously needs to get laid. Fed up of waiting around for someone to come along, Jolene goes out on the prowl. It turns out to be her lucky night when she not only meets the handsome Blake, but his friend Pete—and they’re both interested in Jolene. Jolene can’t possibly decide between the two delicious men, so she decides to have them both—at the same time.
Double Vision
Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.
A Stroke of Peach
Eleanor’s a mature art student with a part-time job in a stationery store. One shift sees her sorting out the little-used upstairs warehouse. Completely engrossed in her task, she’s startled by the appearance of her colleague, Jimmy, and accidentally covers him in ink. This signals the start of a war, which ends up with the two colleagues in a very compromising position in a dusty corner.
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While the Boys Are Away
Three hot lesbian short stories for your delectation!
While the Boys Are Away
On a camping trip with their boyfriends, best friends Amelia and Gemma are having a great time. However, when the boys have trouble lighting the barbeque, the girls decide it’s time to leave them to it and beat a hasty retreat to the shower block. Once there, they take a seriously steamy shower together and become oblivious to everything except the taste of one another.
Beside the Seaside
When Ella meets Candy outside the tattoo parlour, she’s instantly smitten. Candy is cute, confident, and what’s more, she’s recently had her tongue pierced. When Candy suggests that she and Ella should go and grab some fish and chips, Ella is more than happy to go along with the plan and spend more time with her new crush. But it soon becomes apparent that Candy has more on her mind than a good meal – and Ella’s about to get up close and personal with the newly pierced beauty.
The Inner Circle
When Adele spots her good friends Donna and Josie spending time together and being all chummy without her, she’s devastated. After seeing the two women heading into one of their houses together, she’s determined to find out exactly what’s going on. Peering through the front window of the house reveals more than Adele was betting on, and what’s more, she likes it.
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The Cottage in the Woods
Living in her remote cottage in the woods, Heidi doesn’t get many visitors. So when she spots a fox in her garden, she’s delighted. However, her joy quickly turns to dismay when she thinks the beautiful creature may be injured. Heading out to see how she can help, Heidi is astounded when something happens that makes her question her eyesight – not to mention her sanity. Once she gets over her shock and discovers the reason behind the peculiar encounter, Heidi is mighty glad that the fox chose her garden to visit.
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Punish Me Good
Two hot tales of fem-dom and BDSM that you won’t forget.
Punish Me Good
Gorgeous, sexually talented and above all, completely obedient, Malachi loves to please his beautiful mistress. Humiliation, spanking, switching; he’ll take it all and more, for the heady taste of Avery is something he literally cannot live without.
Trophy Boyfriend
Ethan is what most would call eye candy. He looks good, and is dynamite in the sack. Sadly, he’s also as dumb as a box of rocks, a fact that his girlfriend can no longer overlook. Deciding to end things with the minimum of fuss, she plans for their relationship to go out with a bang.
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Susie White and the Right Hand Man
A wedding, an evil plan, a love story and a sacrifice are the order of the day in this modern retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman.
Susie White and her stepmother-to-be have never seen eye to eye, despite all of Susie’s best efforts to be friendly. Eager not to spoil her father’s happiness, Susie still agrees to be bridesmaid at their wedding. When the big day comes, she meets Louise’s right hand man, Scott. Susie had never believed in love at first sight until that moment. The pair hit it off, sharing a mutual dislike of Louise and her wicked ways. Their camaraderie quickly develops into something more, and they date in secret until it’s time for Susie to leave for University – and freedom. Unfortunately, Scott has an earth-shattering revelation, which means the two of them of them must work together to unravel Louise’s evil plan, before it’s too late.
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A Menu with a Difference
Will a weekend in a luxury hotel make Annette’s deepest fantasies come true?
When Jed and Annette spend a weekend in a luxury hotel, they’re planning to take full advantage of the hot tub and large bed – preferably with a third party. Annette’s never been with another woman before, but she’s eager to experience some Sapphic delight. When the couple meets waitress Tamara at the restaurant they’re lunching at, they agree she’s perfect in many ways; but is she on the menu?
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Brick Dust and Bedsprings
There are chores to be done, but it’s much more fun to stand at the window and watch the rippling muscles and sweaty torsos of the men paving her driveway- her window sill never got cleaned so thoroughly before!But when sexy brothers Marcus and Jamie catch their customer looking, the action rapidly moves from the front of the house to the bedroom…
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
Love Through Time
Westbury Hall is a stately home with a fascinating past, and when book conservator Emily Stone starts uncovering it, she’s startled by what she finds . . . .
Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
Weekend at Wilderhope Manor
When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?
More info, excerpt and buy links HERE
June 26, 2012
HIRED now available in paperback
HIRED the first in my HOT ICE series is now available in paperback. You can a grab a copy here or if you prefer the e-book here it is.
Blurb
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost my destiny.
June 24, 2012
Blisse Kiss by the Sea
Welcome to a special Sunday Snog - Blisse Kiss by the Sea. Which means you get to have a sneaky excerpt from the first in my HOT ICE series HIRED.
Blurb
One hundred grand to babysit bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on a paradise island—seriously, how bad could he be?
Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when it would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study. Simple, right?
But I hadn’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh so good. And when the temperature cranked to boiling point, he knew just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needed. Amongst the sand and waves, we transported each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we existed, only we mattered.
But the heady mix of emotions and lust couldn’t keep things from spiraling out of control back in reality, where I had to keep the secret that I’d been hired to entertain him…even if it shattered my delicate heart. Even if it cost my destiny.
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A wild storm has blown over and Logan and Brooke decide to head down to the waves for a bit of skinny-dipping... enjoy!
Logan looked outside. “Yeah, everything’s gone still.” He placed my foot on the cushions and stood. As he walked to the door I admired his butt—his boxer briefs clung tight to the outline of his cheeks and the two little dimples at the base of his back were perfectly symmetrical and deepened in turn as he walked. “Yep, it all looks calm again,” he said. “A bit battered and blown, but the sea is gentle and the leaves are still.” “Good,” I said, walking over and letting my fingers dip into the dimples I’d been admiring. “That means I can go for a swim.” “You really want to after the sea anemone attack this morning?” He turned to me with a worried crease between his eyes. “Sure, I can’t let that put me off.” I shrugged. “I adore swimming in the sea, especially in the evening, it’s so cleansing. I’ll just stay away from the rock pools.” I paused. “Want to join me?” He licked his lips and his gaze dropped down my body. “On one condition.” “What’s that?” I had a fairly good idea what he was about to say. The workings of Logan Taylor’s mind were becoming clear to me. “We go skinny-dipping.” His gaze lifted to my eyes and his wide hand circled my waist and smoothed to the hollow of my back. “We take off our clothes and swim as bare as the day we were born.” He pressed a light kiss to my lips.I raised my brows. “Don’t you think someone might see?” “Not a chance, this is a private stretch of beach and I haven’t seen a boat since we got here.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and embraced me with both arms. “Go on,” he whispered. I slid my fingers from his smooth dimples to the elastic of his boxers, poked underneath and stroked the top of his butt—it was so hard with muscle, just like the rest of his body. “Okay,” I said, tugging at my bottom lip as a flutter of excitement tickled my stomach. I’d never been skinny-dipping before, I was always too busy worrying about covering up. It would be a new experience. “We’ll skinny-dip. But I’m not walking all the way down to the shore without a bra. It’s just not comfortable.”Logan let go of me and opened the door. Warm sea air blew in. “Deal,” he said as he entwined his fingers with mine and tugged. “That probably gives you about thirty seconds of leeway then.”We stepped over the decking and onto the beach. The sky held the last rays of the light in the west and in the east, dense navy had taken hold. The first stars had come out to play along with a creamy crescent moon.“What star sign are you?” I asked as our feet halted just before the sea line.“Aries.”“Of course.” I nodded.
“What do you mean, of course?”
“I should have guessed, that’s all.” “What, because I’m like a ram, put my head down and charge?” He let go of my hand, reached round my back and released my bra, letting it drop to the sand. “It’s the most masculine sign, fiery, quick-tempered. Warriors are nearly always Aries,” I said. The breeze tickled over my nipples and cool air swept over my flesh. The night air on my skin was wonderful, liberating. “Mmm, I guess that sounds like me.” He let his index fingers sweep under the heavy curves of my breasts. “I bet you’re the sexy lady, which one is that?” His fingers traveled to the waistband of my panties. “Virgo or something.” He stooped and pulled the slip of white material down my thighs and over my knees to my ankles. I placed a hand on his hard shoulder as I stepped out of each leg. “Good guess.” He stood up with a grin and kicked out of his boxers. His erection sprang forward from his dark pubic hair and the pale moonlight cast sharp angled shadows over his perfect chest and abs. One glance at his heavy, hungry eyes roaming my body made me wonder if we would get into the sea. “Come on,” I said quickly, “let’s swim.”I waded into the tepid water. Delicate waves captured my lower legs, inviting me deeper. The gentle twilight was hypnotic and I rejoiced at my nakedness with each tiny splash that hit me. Logan suddenly sprang into action. With a burst of noise and energy he took six enormous strides past me, kicked up spray and dived into the crest of a wave. His arms flew out to the side in great arcs and his head and back curled forward. The wave claimed the lower half of his body as it rolled over itself in a froth of ghostly white and he disappeared into the darkness. I laughed and then tensed as the wave rolled past me and teetered my balance. He surfaced, flicking water from his hair, and took several fast strokes deeper out to sea. “Come on,” he called, stopping and turning to the shore. “It’s lovely.” As the sea hit my thighs I fell forward and let it claim me too. The water lifted the weight of my breasts and as I kicked, coolness seeped between my legs. I caught my breath, the feeling of being so at one with the planet was wonderful. I was part of the ocean, part of the sky, part of the universe, there was nothing between us.“Hey, sexy Virgo,” Logan said, suddenly popping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Can you stand here?” I put my feet down into soft sand and found the ebbing water at my waist. “Yes.” I curled my hands over his corded forearms and leaned back against his warm, strong body . “Good,” he said as he placed a kiss on my temple. “’Cause I want to hold you, right here.” I glanced back at the weak light pouring from our villa onto the beach. “Hey, what was that?” Something up the hill, to the right, had flashed from the undergrowth. “What?” “I thought I saw something, a flashlight perhaps.” Logan raised his head and his shoulders shifted as he followed my line of sight. “I can’t see anything.” “No, I can’t now either.” I frowned. “Perhaps it was a shooting star or something.” “Mmm, or something.” He nuzzled into my neck again as his hands came up to palm the underside of my breasts. “You have the best...” He stroked his thumbs over my rigid nipples, already tight from the coolness of the water. “The best breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with.” He slid his big hands up and cupped them entirely. “And they fit so well in my hands, perfect, it’s like they were made for each other, two halves coming together.” I let out a sigh as the heat from his palms absorbed through my skin and settled between my legs. I leaned farther into him and his erection lodged tighter into the hollow of my back. “I’m glad you approve,” I said, tipping my head to the winking stars and letting the breeze lift my hair from my shoulders. Perhaps we were two halves and this crazy way of our paths crossing had been planned millions of years ago in the heavens. “Sweetie, I more than approve. You’ve got me flying as high as those stars up there.”
“That’s your star,” I said, pointing. “The one with a hint of red.”“It is?” He lifted his head.“Yes, that’s Mars, the ruler of Aries.”
“Mars, as in the planet.”
“Yes, as in the planet, but Mars is also the Roman god of war, he’s confident and aggressive, full of ambition and energy.” “I think you’re describing me perfectly,” Logan murmured, pressing a kiss to the pulse in my neck. “Especially when I’m hammering an opponent into submission.” His hands left my breasts and dipped below the water line tickling at my waist.“He’s also very,” I whispered, “sexual...in an assertive, impulsive way.” “I’m feeling very sexual now,” he mumbled onto my shoulder. “In an assertive, impulsive way.” He sneaked his right hand lower as his other arm held my body tighter to his. “Open your legs,” he whispered into my ear as he ruffled his fingertips through my pubic hair. “Let me touch you.” I went to turn around, I wanted more. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him inside me, but he halted my movements effortlessly and with barely a splash. I huffed in frustration and a chuckle came up from his chest. “Easy, sweetie, I haven’t got a condom hidden in the waves, you know.” He pushed my feet apart with one of his and slipped his fingertips through the top folds of my pussy. “Let me give you pleasure as you look at the stars and the ocean laps against your delectable body.”
I hope you enjoyed this steamy excerpt - it gets hotter! HIRED will be available in print as well as e-book as of 26th June, and I'm also thrilled to announce that just this week I've contracted the fifth novel in this series, HIGH-STICKED - cover coming soon!
Hot Ice series - each novel can easily read alone but by reading in order you get to meet the hero of the next book.
Hired
Cross-Checked
Slap Shot
Teamwork - release date to be confirmed. (menage)
High-Sticked - release date to be confirmed. (m/m)
Hired has had some great reviews...
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Hired is a fascinating, kinky, emotionally stimulating and highly romantic tale about two wounded souls fate brings together.
Black Raven Reviews
Hired has an abundant sexual content that keeps Logan and Brooke all but devouring each other at any given moment. I enjoyed the story so much, I just may have to read it again!
Siren Book Reviews
There are times where a book exceeds your expectations. You pick out a book thinking it'll be a good read. Hired completely took me by surprise. I absolutely LOVED this book!
Guilty Pleasure Reviews
Having had the priviledge to read this whole series. I can tell you that picking up this book would be great for anyone from those looking to dabble into Romance as well as the more seasoned erotica reader. Lily Harlem is definitely an author to look out for and I can’t wait to see what else she comes up with.
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