Lily Harlem's Blog, page 278
July 13, 2012
DESSERT - New Release!
Oh, YUMMY, today I'm thrilled that my Ellora's Cave for Men novella DESSERT hits the shelves. It's saucy and spicy and designed to get your guy hot-under-the collar and ready for action - though of course there is nothing to say you can't read it together, or you read it to him, in bed, with a little pot of chocolate and some sprinkles... okay, now I am getting carried away, but hey, that's what I do!!!
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.
Excerpt
The sushi and sashimi gradually diminished, my stomach felt full and I have to say, so did my dick. The lovely breasts shifting before me and the absolute physical control our Geisha plate had over her dainty little body could not be ignored.“That was truly delicious,” I said, wiping my fingers on my napkin.“I am glad you approve,” Rai said.I smiled and licked my lips. The fresh, fragrant flavors hummed gently in my mouth. So many delicious tingles on my tongue and tangy essences had been enjoyed.The curtain drew back and with perfect swiftness waiters removed the now empty leaves from our lovely plate, exposing her slopes and curves in all their lusciousness once again.Another glass of sake was poured and enjoyed.“Thank you so much for accompanying me to The Geisha Plate,” Rai said. “I hope you enjoyed your meal as well as hearing all about Koni’s new products.”“Very much,” I said, my head a little muzzy from the strong rice wine. “I will certainly be interested in contracting stock for both national and international stores.”Rai grinned, balling his rosy cheeks into two apples. That news and the wine had made him flushed too. I was pleased—it made me feel less inept at handling my drink.“I hope you won’t mind,” Rai said, “if I leave you to enjoy dessert alone. Jun will be waiting up for me. Naturally Koni will be picking up the evening’s bill so have whatever you fancy.”“Well, I…” Dessert? Despite the small morsels of sushi, I’d eaten a whole big pile of the stuff. I wasn’t sure I could handle anything more to eat.“Dessert in this restaurant is highly recommended,” Rai said, standing, his expression one of firm insistence.I glanced at our exposed—except for the white flower over her pussy—plate. She was, as she had been throughout the entire meal, completely still, completely passive.Rai held out his hand. I shifted upward and took it.“Enjoy,” he said with a smile. “I will call you next week, with your permission of course, to organize contracts.”“Absolutely, looking forward to it.” I sat back on my cushion. Perhaps something sweet before I caught a cab home would be nice. I was in no rush to get back to my bed—alone. Stretching out on cool sheets and sleeping without being disturbed by another human presence had gotten old several months ago.Rai gave a brief bow, shifted from our booth and drew the heavy curtains up tight.I poured another shot of sake, rasped my hand over my stubbled chin and sighed. Fleetingly, thoughts of our business conversation popped into my mind but before I knew it my gaze was roaming the woman before me and appreciating the sight. Several grains of the rice I’d spilled were still on her flesh. There was also a seaweed-like strand of nori on her right thigh, curled like a question mark. And although the scent of cooking filled the air, I could almost believe that the subtle scent of woman was also tickling my nostrils—petals, sugar and spice.Suddenly she flicked her eyes open. I wouldn’t have noticed except for I was staring at her face when those long lashes fluttered upward.My heart flipped in surprise and a bubble of both suppressed lust and shock popped in my belly.She stared straight up at me with the darkest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that held such richness and such depth that I could have just jumped straight in and drowned a happy man.She poked out the tip of her tongue, pointed and pink, and swept over the scarlet lipstick at the center of her mouth.My dick responded to the action. It had settled slightly but was instantly heading back to full hardness. I tried to will it into submission but without success. That damn tip of her tongue was just too much for the dirty side of my imagination.She moved her arms, dainty movements but they seemed startling after such a prolonged period of stillness. She rose, her breasts shifting from their side-sloped position to a perfect palmful of softness with heavy undersides. Her nipples stayed jutting out, like ripe cherries topping cupcakes.“Mr. Alan,” she said in a tinkling little voice. “Are you ready for dessert?”“I-I, er, yes…yes.” Why was I stuttering? I never stuttered.The pale corners of her mouth tipped and the reflection of the candles sparkled in her eyes. She slid to the very edge of the table and the flower covering her pussy lips fell to the floor as well as the few remaining grains of rice and the clinging piece of nori.Instinctively I reached for the flower, clasped the short stalk and handed it to her, at the same time wondering what she would use as modesty when she left the booth to order my dessert.“Thank you,” she said. Her voice was almost singsong, music to my ears, a tickle to my cock.I struggled to keep my attention on her face. For although I’d stared at her luscious body for over an hour, now that she was moving there were a whole load of other pretty curves and seductive shapes to appreciate and study. Sexual awareness simmered inside me and the effect of her proximity vibrated in my belly so hard that I was sure she’d be able to feel it in the air.“Please rest back,” she said, nodding to the solid wall that held the bell and the row of candles. I couldn’t have rested on the wall directly behind me, it appeared made of paper with a crisscross of dark wooden struts.I twisted and shuffled backward, the stiff fullness of my dick hindering my movements.“I hope you enjoy your dessert as much as you have enjoyed your main course,” she said, dropping to her knees in the small gap between table and my cushion-style chair.Her shiny raven-black hair spread over her shoulders, several strands skimming the rise of her breast, the blunt ends twirling around her nipples.“Well, yes, I am sure I will. The food here is lovely.”I gulped as she placed elegant hands on my knees. Her nails were long and painted pale pink. Her gaze stayed locked on mine.What is she doing?She smoothed her palms up my thighs. My skin was hypersensitive, I was so turned-on by her nakedness and the rubbing of the cotton on my leg. A new glut of lust shot to my cock. I glanced at the curtain, opened my mouth to speak.“Shh,” she soothed, her eyelids drooping as though heavy with a lust that matched my own. “No one will come in.”“But—”“Just enjoy your dessert, Mr. Alan. For you it is all part of the service at The Geisha Plate.”Her gaze was so intense I could hardly breathe. And when the tips of her fingers brushed the bulge at my groin I did actually stop breathing. Held my breath tight as though I was about to jump into the ocean for a deep-sea dive.She licked her lips, slowly, suggestively, smudging the red blob of lipstick at their center.Is she going to do what I think she is?No!My whole body was strumming with primal tension. My balls ached and boiled, my gut clenched. If I’d felt a little drunk before, now I was as sober as a rock. I was here in the moment, caught up in the spell she’d weaved around me.“Relax,” she said, cupping my dick through my pants. “Relax and let me suck your penis into my mouth.”Fucking hell!Blowing out a breath, I balled my fists. Had I heard her right? Had she really just said she was going to suck my penis into her mouth? Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought and I was hearing things I wanted to hear. Because right now, the thought of her sucking my cock was the most beautiful thing I could imagine.She tilted her head, her hair shifting on her shoulders like a river of silk. Her super-long lashes batted against her cheeks. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Alan?”What man wouldn’t? This was a dream come true. A blowjob all part of the service.Hell yeah!
I hope you enjoyed that excerpt, it gets hotter and hotter! And if you're wondering if I road-tested DESSERT on Mr Harlem before publication...of course I did, and the verdict was a gruff "works for me" and then the time for reading was over!!!
Lily x
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.
Excerpt
The sushi and sashimi gradually diminished, my stomach felt full and I have to say, so did my dick. The lovely breasts shifting before me and the absolute physical control our Geisha plate had over her dainty little body could not be ignored.“That was truly delicious,” I said, wiping my fingers on my napkin.“I am glad you approve,” Rai said.I smiled and licked my lips. The fresh, fragrant flavors hummed gently in my mouth. So many delicious tingles on my tongue and tangy essences had been enjoyed.The curtain drew back and with perfect swiftness waiters removed the now empty leaves from our lovely plate, exposing her slopes and curves in all their lusciousness once again.Another glass of sake was poured and enjoyed.“Thank you so much for accompanying me to The Geisha Plate,” Rai said. “I hope you enjoyed your meal as well as hearing all about Koni’s new products.”“Very much,” I said, my head a little muzzy from the strong rice wine. “I will certainly be interested in contracting stock for both national and international stores.”Rai grinned, balling his rosy cheeks into two apples. That news and the wine had made him flushed too. I was pleased—it made me feel less inept at handling my drink.“I hope you won’t mind,” Rai said, “if I leave you to enjoy dessert alone. Jun will be waiting up for me. Naturally Koni will be picking up the evening’s bill so have whatever you fancy.”“Well, I…” Dessert? Despite the small morsels of sushi, I’d eaten a whole big pile of the stuff. I wasn’t sure I could handle anything more to eat.“Dessert in this restaurant is highly recommended,” Rai said, standing, his expression one of firm insistence.I glanced at our exposed—except for the white flower over her pussy—plate. She was, as she had been throughout the entire meal, completely still, completely passive.Rai held out his hand. I shifted upward and took it.“Enjoy,” he said with a smile. “I will call you next week, with your permission of course, to organize contracts.”“Absolutely, looking forward to it.” I sat back on my cushion. Perhaps something sweet before I caught a cab home would be nice. I was in no rush to get back to my bed—alone. Stretching out on cool sheets and sleeping without being disturbed by another human presence had gotten old several months ago.Rai gave a brief bow, shifted from our booth and drew the heavy curtains up tight.I poured another shot of sake, rasped my hand over my stubbled chin and sighed. Fleetingly, thoughts of our business conversation popped into my mind but before I knew it my gaze was roaming the woman before me and appreciating the sight. Several grains of the rice I’d spilled were still on her flesh. There was also a seaweed-like strand of nori on her right thigh, curled like a question mark. And although the scent of cooking filled the air, I could almost believe that the subtle scent of woman was also tickling my nostrils—petals, sugar and spice.Suddenly she flicked her eyes open. I wouldn’t have noticed except for I was staring at her face when those long lashes fluttered upward.My heart flipped in surprise and a bubble of both suppressed lust and shock popped in my belly.She stared straight up at me with the darkest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that held such richness and such depth that I could have just jumped straight in and drowned a happy man.She poked out the tip of her tongue, pointed and pink, and swept over the scarlet lipstick at the center of her mouth.My dick responded to the action. It had settled slightly but was instantly heading back to full hardness. I tried to will it into submission but without success. That damn tip of her tongue was just too much for the dirty side of my imagination.She moved her arms, dainty movements but they seemed startling after such a prolonged period of stillness. She rose, her breasts shifting from their side-sloped position to a perfect palmful of softness with heavy undersides. Her nipples stayed jutting out, like ripe cherries topping cupcakes.“Mr. Alan,” she said in a tinkling little voice. “Are you ready for dessert?”“I-I, er, yes…yes.” Why was I stuttering? I never stuttered.The pale corners of her mouth tipped and the reflection of the candles sparkled in her eyes. She slid to the very edge of the table and the flower covering her pussy lips fell to the floor as well as the few remaining grains of rice and the clinging piece of nori.Instinctively I reached for the flower, clasped the short stalk and handed it to her, at the same time wondering what she would use as modesty when she left the booth to order my dessert.“Thank you,” she said. Her voice was almost singsong, music to my ears, a tickle to my cock.I struggled to keep my attention on her face. For although I’d stared at her luscious body for over an hour, now that she was moving there were a whole load of other pretty curves and seductive shapes to appreciate and study. Sexual awareness simmered inside me and the effect of her proximity vibrated in my belly so hard that I was sure she’d be able to feel it in the air.“Please rest back,” she said, nodding to the solid wall that held the bell and the row of candles. I couldn’t have rested on the wall directly behind me, it appeared made of paper with a crisscross of dark wooden struts.I twisted and shuffled backward, the stiff fullness of my dick hindering my movements.“I hope you enjoy your dessert as much as you have enjoyed your main course,” she said, dropping to her knees in the small gap between table and my cushion-style chair.Her shiny raven-black hair spread over her shoulders, several strands skimming the rise of her breast, the blunt ends twirling around her nipples.“Well, yes, I am sure I will. The food here is lovely.”I gulped as she placed elegant hands on my knees. Her nails were long and painted pale pink. Her gaze stayed locked on mine.What is she doing?She smoothed her palms up my thighs. My skin was hypersensitive, I was so turned-on by her nakedness and the rubbing of the cotton on my leg. A new glut of lust shot to my cock. I glanced at the curtain, opened my mouth to speak.“Shh,” she soothed, her eyelids drooping as though heavy with a lust that matched my own. “No one will come in.”“But—”“Just enjoy your dessert, Mr. Alan. For you it is all part of the service at The Geisha Plate.”Her gaze was so intense I could hardly breathe. And when the tips of her fingers brushed the bulge at my groin I did actually stop breathing. Held my breath tight as though I was about to jump into the ocean for a deep-sea dive.She licked her lips, slowly, suggestively, smudging the red blob of lipstick at their center.Is she going to do what I think she is?No!My whole body was strumming with primal tension. My balls ached and boiled, my gut clenched. If I’d felt a little drunk before, now I was as sober as a rock. I was here in the moment, caught up in the spell she’d weaved around me.“Relax,” she said, cupping my dick through my pants. “Relax and let me suck your penis into my mouth.”Fucking hell!Blowing out a breath, I balled my fists. Had I heard her right? Had she really just said she was going to suck my penis into her mouth? Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought and I was hearing things I wanted to hear. Because right now, the thought of her sucking my cock was the most beautiful thing I could imagine.She tilted her head, her hair shifting on her shoulders like a river of silk. Her super-long lashes batted against her cheeks. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Alan?”What man wouldn’t? This was a dream come true. A blowjob all part of the service.Hell yeah!
I hope you enjoyed that excerpt, it gets hotter and hotter! And if you're wondering if I road-tested DESSERT on Mr Harlem before publication...of course I did, and the verdict was a gruff "works for me" and then the time for reading was over!!!
Lily x
Hot Jocks Blog Tour
If you are here for the Hot Jocks Hop, click below and prepare to swoon...
July 9, 2012
Hot Jocks!
A big welcome to everyone joining me on the Hot Jocks blog tour. I am thrilled to be part of this event because, as many of you already know, writing about super-sexy sportsmen is one of my most favourite things in the world to do :-)
My latest sport themed novel is SCORED and is available on Amazon.
SCORED has already received some great reviews, plus won The Golden Nib Award...
Miz Love Loves Books
Scored--here comes a pun!--is one of the top scorers out of the books I've read so far this year.
Amazon
I loved the detail given to the aspect of the game. Lily definitely showed her love for soccer and made me feel like I was right there. The romance between Nicky and Lewis was smoldering and when fanned with enough room to breathe it combusted.
V Blisse
I can thoroughly recommend Scored. It’s a clever story with twists and turns and lots of hot sex and football. What more could a girl want!
Blurb
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
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Writing a soccer novel was something that had been on my mind for a while. I'm a mad fan, go to any match I can and take a keen interest in the players talents - if you catch my drift...
Inspiration I hear you ask????...here you go...
Mmmm, if you want to see more soccer hunks check out my Pinterest page dedicated to SCORED. And if you fancy reading all about Lewis Tate and Nicky's steamy affair here are the buy links. Also click HERE to read the first chapter for FREE.
Amazon US
Amazon UK
As you can see, I'm rather dedicated to hot jocks, and it all began with my HOT ICE series which consists of the following novels.
Coming Soon
Also coming soon - High-Sticked
I am an official hockey player groupie, LOL. I just can't stop writing about them. There is something so sexy about their bodies, their brooding expressions and the sheer determination in their eyes when they speed across the rink.
I completely adore getting carried away with their antics off the ice, its easy to do that, these guys are flooded with testosterone. As an author of erotic romance that is like being let loose in a candy shop. It would be hard to pick a favourite of my male characters in this series, though the captain, who features in Slap Shot, Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis, is damn hot if you can take a bit of pain with your pleasure.
Click below to head over to my Hot Ice Pinterest page and maybe see if you can choose a favourite!
Here is an excerpt from Slap Shot - enjoy :-)
Rick was larger than life, his presence all-consuming in my office. It was as though he took up every square inch of physical space simply with his existence. I tried to remember my reasons for not agreeing to a date, for ever having started this damn celibacy thing, but the memories and the knowledge escaped me and in their place a carnal need grew—hungry and desperate, greedy and demanding.“Dana,” he whispered, his voice like silk over sandpaper. “Just one date, how hard can it be?” His voice dropped lower. “I promise I’ll be a good boy and I won’t sully your pristine reputation.”I shook my head, confusion running through my brain. Pristine reputation? Old Dana’s reputation was far from pristine, but she hadn’t been around for years.He reached out and looped a thick finger into a dark curl hanging over my collarbone. When he gently tugged the roots, my scalp screamed for more sensation. It had been so long, too long since a man had touched me in even this small way.Suddenly something deep inside me snapped. Blood rushed to my face and seared through my body. My hands reached for biceps nearly as wide as my waist and I pushed myself up to meet his dipped head. “Rick,” I murmured, my lips a hairsbreadth from his. “Stop talking about damn dates and pristine reputations and kiss me.”He didn’t need asking twice.I gasped as he crushed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue between my teeth with a challenging, ravenous urgency. I gripped the material of his shirt, parting my lips, my tongue chasing for his, tasting him, drawing in the sweet, malty, masculine flavor of his mouth.He groaned and the sound vibrated from his chest into mine. We were pressed against each other, our bodies touching from our lips to our toes. The taste and feel of him was exquisite, like drowning in dark, forbidden sin. I realized that this was exactly what I wanted. Why the hell had I been resisting all this time? Or maybe I hadn’t, maybe I had just been waiting for him.God, I wanted this man. I barely knew him but the need was like an all-powerful magnet, a gravitational force. Straining to get closer, to deepen the kiss, I reached high and locked my hands at his nape, pulled him nearer.“Ah fuck, you taste divine. I knew you would,” he murmured, his lips leaving mine to explore my neck. “And you feel it too.” He slid his big hands down the silken material of my blouse, following the shape of my spine before cupping my rear. He tightened his hold, squeezing me up against the hard wedge of his erection—hot and thick, a solid weight of arousal beneath his suit pants thrusting into my stomach.I gasped. His cock was so damn huge, so damn solid.He tore his mouth from my neck. “You better tell me to leave right this fucking instant,” he said in a heavy, warning voice, “if you’re still adamant about not mixing business with pleasure, tell me to get the hell out of here…now.”“Don’t you dare leave.” I grabbed for the side of his face, kissed him, bit at his bottom lip and tugged. It stretched toward me then I sank in my teeth, just a little.The sharp nip seemed to send him beyond a point of control. He made a harsh growling sound and plunged his tongue back into my mouth as his fingers worked at my skirt, rucking the tight material upward until it was a band around my waist.I began tearing at his shirt, fumbling fingers dragging the studs through the holes. My hunger, my impatience was wild and desperate and I didn’t know if it would ever be sated. But I was going to have a damn good try.He shoved his thigh between my legs and the damp gusset of my panties made contact with his solid leg muscle. My hips began to grind, my desperate clit crying out for stimulation.“Jeez, you’re a wild thing,” he said, finally ridding himself of his shirt.I planted my hands on his hot chest. Coarse, dark hairs filled the gaps between my fingers. His lips slanted over mine again and there was a clatter as my clipboard, a pile of pencils and my mobile fell to the floor.“Wait,” I said, fearing for my laptop.For the briefest of moments his body left mine to move my laptop to the safety of the floor. I whimpered at the loss of our connection. I’d long since forgotten why I was supposed to be resisting, I was just going to take what I damn well could.
If you would like the chance to win the HOT ICE book of your choice leave me a comment along with your email addy and I will pick winner at random next week.
Have a great day - thanks for stopping by.
Lily x
Get back to the list of blog posts
Francis Cura - model
I was flicking through my book covers and decided I wanted to know more about the delicious guy featured on Cold Nights, Hot Bodies.
My lovely friend and cover artist (Total-E-Bound) Emmy Ellis - fountain of knowledge - told me this hunky Italian's name is Francis Cura. Mmm, he does look like a Francis...
If you would like to know more about this delectable specimen of manhood, click on The Reading Cafe banner below to read an interview with Mr. Cura...
But if you just want to admire him, drool, create a little fantasy to keep you going for the day, I have provided that for you too...
And if you want to meet him as Shane Galloway in Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, (let's face it, who in their right mind would turn his hot body away on a cold night?) here is the buy link and the blurb...
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.
Excerpt Here
Happy day dreaming...
Lily x
PS - Okay, I'll admit it, I've also felt compelled to create a Pinterest board in honour of FC!
My lovely friend and cover artist (Total-E-Bound) Emmy Ellis - fountain of knowledge - told me this hunky Italian's name is Francis Cura. Mmm, he does look like a Francis...
If you would like to know more about this delectable specimen of manhood, click on The Reading Cafe banner below to read an interview with Mr. Cura...
But if you just want to admire him, drool, create a little fantasy to keep you going for the day, I have provided that for you too...
And if you want to meet him as Shane Galloway in Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, (let's face it, who in their right mind would turn his hot body away on a cold night?) here is the buy link and the blurb...
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.
Excerpt Here
Happy day dreaming...
Lily x
PS - Okay, I'll admit it, I've also felt compelled to create a Pinterest board in honour of FC!
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.
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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!
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Have fun!
Lily x
Have fun!
Lily x
4th of July Blog Hop
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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)
