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June 10, 2012
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog - today's hot smooch is taken from Stockholm Surrender.
“I’m going to put connection alarms on your doors,” Phil said after Mum, Dad and I had bid good night outside our hotel rooms. “Usual routine. It will scream blue murder if the door opens and I’ll know to come check you out. So if you order room service or nip out to the bar,” he glanced at me, “then let me know on the cell first and I’ll come disconnect.”
“Good idea,” Dad said, shaking Phil’s hand. “But I don’t think you’ll hear a peep out of us, we’re exhausted.”
“Yes, absolutely shattered,” Mum said, stifling a yawn and heading into her room.
My heart sank. The alarm wasn’t usual routine but neither was it totally out of the ordinary. Phil had used these alarms on several occasions. It usually meant he was totally knackered and it would take an earthquake to wake him. But why tonight of all nights? We were eight floors up. Ty had Spider-Man abilities but even he couldn’t scale eight stories. There was no way I would get him into my room tonight and hell, the man had some debts to settle.
I went in, shut and locked the door, then heard Phil fiddle for several seconds on the other side before walking away. Irritation swarmed over me. If that door opened it wouldn’t be just Phil appearing. Hotel security would no doubt be on full alert too and come racing to the rescue.
I glanced at the huge queen-sized bed. It was draped in a beautifully embroidered cream-and-gold eiderdown and stacked high with pillows. The brass slatted headboard was against a wall painted the color of sapphires and the tall bedside lampshades reminded me of emeralds. It was a fantastic room. Spacious and lavish, with a separate seating and dressing area. It would have been perfect for entertaining company—hot, male company.
Sighing, I kicked off my shoes, threw my purse on the bed and wandered to the window. I wasn’t even tired after my afternoon sleep. My body clock was all over the place.
The thick gold-weaved curtains were drawn and I pulled the left one back to stare out at the rain-splattered Bangkok skyline. I needed something to distract me from my fractious state.
“Don’t scream.”
I registered sparkling blue eyes a split second before hungry lips hit down on mine. Oh my god, Ty!
I grabbed the front of his t-shirt as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. His kiss was intense and frantic. I stared at his closed eyes and long lashes and rejoiced in the heady wave of excitement, relief and lust spiraling through my system.
Ty was already in my room.
“Oh Penny. I can’t believe what you’ve done,” he whispered breathlessly, sliding his hands up my spine and cupping the back of my skull. “You really got your father to Thailand, a meeting set up and a new lawyer.”
“Yes, of course.” I felt as if I would burst with joy. Ty was here. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“How did you get in my room?” I asked breathlessly.
He kissed my cheek, trailed his warm, soft mouth to my ear. “I just told a cleaner my girlfriend was downstairs in the bar and had the key to our room in her handbag.” He gave a naughty smirk. “She let me in.”
“So much for Phil’s security.”
“Phil?”
“Dad’s bodyguard.”
Ty pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Shit, there was no one else with you at dinner.”
“He was sitting a few tables away.” The look of panic on Ty’s face tugged at my heartstrings and I touched his cheek.
“Where is he now?” he asked.
“Next door. It’s okay.”
Ty glanced at the wall behind the bed. “You expecting to see him again tonight?”
I stroked down to his jawline and grinned. “Absolutely not.”
Ty drew the curtain shut, hiding us from the world and gave a sexy grin. “Good. Then you’ll have no objections to me giving you what you’re owed.”
In one swift movement, he hoisted me upward and began kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My dress slid up my thighs as my ankles crossed in the small of his back. This was what I’d been dreaming about, what I’d been crying out for. I could hardly believe it was really happening.
“I’m gonna settle every one of my debts,” he murmured between kisses, stepping toward the dressing table just behind me.
“Too right you are,” I whispered, pulling his t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans. His smell, his taste, the heat pouring from him was driving me wild. There was something about Ty that was drug-like to me. My hormones went crazy whenever he was near and my body cried out for his. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before with any of my previous boyfriends—although who the hell was I kidding? Ty was hardly a boyfriend. He was a crazy, kidnapping adrenaline junkie who I craved with every fiber of my being.
He backed me against the wall to the left of the dresser. It was cool on my bare shoulders but I hardly noticed. I was too intent on getting to Ty’s flesh. Yanking and tugging, I dragged off his t-shirt. Smoothed my hands over the wide planes of his shoulders, whimpering in appreciation at the acres of perfect, tanned skin. I wrapped my hand around the vibrant dragon tattoo on his right biceps and hung on.
He palmed my breast through my thin dress. “I love your outfit. You looked so damn sexy in the restaurant I nearly followed you into the restroom and fucked you there.”
“Seriously?” I threaded my fingertips into his hair and held him tight.
“Yes, seriously, and I’ve been so damn hard ever since.” He slipped his fingers down the neckline of my dress and found my nipple. Tweaked and twisted it to a hard point.
“So do something about it,” I managed. “But tell me now if you can’t finish what you’re about to start, because I don’t think I can take what you did to me last time. Make me crazy with lust, just about to come and then leave. That was just plain cruel.”
“I’m so sorry, baby.” He treated my other nipple to the same luscious attention. “But it worked, you’re here, and now I can do what I really wanted to do that night in your bedroom.” He glanced at the door.
I pressed my fingertips to his cheek and turned his head back to mine. “No one is coming in. It’s locked and bolted.”
He swallowed and pulled his brows low. “Sure?”
I nodded.
“Then lord help us, Penny, ‘cause I am going to fuck you so hard and so good you’ll not only forget your damn name you’ll forget what fucking planet you live on.”
“I’m going to put connection alarms on your doors,” Phil said after Mum, Dad and I had bid good night outside our hotel rooms. “Usual routine. It will scream blue murder if the door opens and I’ll know to come check you out. So if you order room service or nip out to the bar,” he glanced at me, “then let me know on the cell first and I’ll come disconnect.”
“Good idea,” Dad said, shaking Phil’s hand. “But I don’t think you’ll hear a peep out of us, we’re exhausted.”
“Yes, absolutely shattered,” Mum said, stifling a yawn and heading into her room.
My heart sank. The alarm wasn’t usual routine but neither was it totally out of the ordinary. Phil had used these alarms on several occasions. It usually meant he was totally knackered and it would take an earthquake to wake him. But why tonight of all nights? We were eight floors up. Ty had Spider-Man abilities but even he couldn’t scale eight stories. There was no way I would get him into my room tonight and hell, the man had some debts to settle.
I went in, shut and locked the door, then heard Phil fiddle for several seconds on the other side before walking away. Irritation swarmed over me. If that door opened it wouldn’t be just Phil appearing. Hotel security would no doubt be on full alert too and come racing to the rescue.
I glanced at the huge queen-sized bed. It was draped in a beautifully embroidered cream-and-gold eiderdown and stacked high with pillows. The brass slatted headboard was against a wall painted the color of sapphires and the tall bedside lampshades reminded me of emeralds. It was a fantastic room. Spacious and lavish, with a separate seating and dressing area. It would have been perfect for entertaining company—hot, male company.
Sighing, I kicked off my shoes, threw my purse on the bed and wandered to the window. I wasn’t even tired after my afternoon sleep. My body clock was all over the place.
The thick gold-weaved curtains were drawn and I pulled the left one back to stare out at the rain-splattered Bangkok skyline. I needed something to distract me from my fractious state.
“Don’t scream.”
I registered sparkling blue eyes a split second before hungry lips hit down on mine. Oh my god, Ty!
I grabbed the front of his t-shirt as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. His kiss was intense and frantic. I stared at his closed eyes and long lashes and rejoiced in the heady wave of excitement, relief and lust spiraling through my system.
Ty was already in my room.
“Oh Penny. I can’t believe what you’ve done,” he whispered breathlessly, sliding his hands up my spine and cupping the back of my skull. “You really got your father to Thailand, a meeting set up and a new lawyer.”
“Yes, of course.” I felt as if I would burst with joy. Ty was here. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“How did you get in my room?” I asked breathlessly.
He kissed my cheek, trailed his warm, soft mouth to my ear. “I just told a cleaner my girlfriend was downstairs in the bar and had the key to our room in her handbag.” He gave a naughty smirk. “She let me in.”
“So much for Phil’s security.”
“Phil?”
“Dad’s bodyguard.”
Ty pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Shit, there was no one else with you at dinner.”
“He was sitting a few tables away.” The look of panic on Ty’s face tugged at my heartstrings and I touched his cheek.
“Where is he now?” he asked.
“Next door. It’s okay.”
Ty glanced at the wall behind the bed. “You expecting to see him again tonight?”
I stroked down to his jawline and grinned. “Absolutely not.”
Ty drew the curtain shut, hiding us from the world and gave a sexy grin. “Good. Then you’ll have no objections to me giving you what you’re owed.”
In one swift movement, he hoisted me upward and began kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist. My dress slid up my thighs as my ankles crossed in the small of his back. This was what I’d been dreaming about, what I’d been crying out for. I could hardly believe it was really happening.
“I’m gonna settle every one of my debts,” he murmured between kisses, stepping toward the dressing table just behind me.
“Too right you are,” I whispered, pulling his t-shirt from the waistband of his jeans. His smell, his taste, the heat pouring from him was driving me wild. There was something about Ty that was drug-like to me. My hormones went crazy whenever he was near and my body cried out for his. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before with any of my previous boyfriends—although who the hell was I kidding? Ty was hardly a boyfriend. He was a crazy, kidnapping adrenaline junkie who I craved with every fiber of my being.
He backed me against the wall to the left of the dresser. It was cool on my bare shoulders but I hardly noticed. I was too intent on getting to Ty’s flesh. Yanking and tugging, I dragged off his t-shirt. Smoothed my hands over the wide planes of his shoulders, whimpering in appreciation at the acres of perfect, tanned skin. I wrapped my hand around the vibrant dragon tattoo on his right biceps and hung on.
He palmed my breast through my thin dress. “I love your outfit. You looked so damn sexy in the restaurant I nearly followed you into the restroom and fucked you there.”
“Seriously?” I threaded my fingertips into his hair and held him tight.
“Yes, seriously, and I’ve been so damn hard ever since.” He slipped his fingers down the neckline of my dress and found my nipple. Tweaked and twisted it to a hard point.
“So do something about it,” I managed. “But tell me now if you can’t finish what you’re about to start, because I don’t think I can take what you did to me last time. Make me crazy with lust, just about to come and then leave. That was just plain cruel.”
“I’m so sorry, baby.” He treated my other nipple to the same luscious attention. “But it worked, you’re here, and now I can do what I really wanted to do that night in your bedroom.” He glanced at the door.
I pressed my fingertips to his cheek and turned his head back to mine. “No one is coming in. It’s locked and bolted.”
He swallowed and pulled his brows low. “Sure?”
I nodded.
“Then lord help us, Penny, ‘cause I am going to fuck you so hard and so good you’ll not only forget your damn name you’ll forget what fucking planet you live on.”
June 9, 2012
That Filthy Book - another 5* Review
"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."
Fallen Angel Reviews have given That Filthy Book 5 Angels and made it a recommended read. Natalie and I are thrilled. Read the full review below...
That Filthy Book
Before Karen was married, she read a book that was so filthy and depraved that she hid it and didn't think about it again. Now a happily married woman, memories of this book intrude on her subconscious, sparking some of the most intense sex of her married life. As she recalls the fantasies from the book, her husband Jacob is willing to experiment with her, changing their relationship forever.
This book is intense. I have never read such a hot, sexy, raw book. I loved it. The best part of this book is it isn't just a book about sex. It's a book about the exploration of a marriage and how easy it is to fall into a rut of behavior. It's about the lengths a couple is willing to go to, to keep their sex life fresh and their marriage happy. Most of all, it's about a happily married couple who are still in love and after 10 years, finding that love can grow deeper and richer. This book shows how rich and satisfying a fantasy sex life can be when shared with a patient and understanding partner. I don't think simple words can even do justice to what this book made me feel. As a happily married woman myself, I found myself nodding as I read about the uncertainties that plagued Karen. It's nice to know that I am not alone in these thoughts. 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.
*Please be warned that this book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.
Reviewed by: Ursula
June 7, 2012
Love the Sinner by Avril Ashton
I am thrilled to have Avril Ashton on my blog today chatting about her leading man, Gabriel Ashby from her newest release Love the Sinner - take it away Avril and thanks so much for bringing along my absolute, most favourite male model to join in the fun today...
Meet Gabe
Thanks to Lily Harlem for hosting me today. I’m introducing you guys to my other leading man in Love the Sinner, NYPD Detective and all around nice guy, Gabriel Ashby.
Gabe is your average guy, a man’s man, doing his job to keep the streets of Brooklyn safe. When we first meet him, Gabe is in a long term relationship, one he’s struggling with since his girlfriend wants things he’s not sure he does.
An attraction to a man isn’t as unwelcome as the identity of the man he wants. To be with Angelo, if he chooses to do so, puts Gabe on the side of all he fights against.
It was easy to write Gabe, easy to get into his head and understand him. His life is nothing like Angelo’s, neither are his beliefs. In Gabe we see a strong man, willing to look the other way even when he shouldn’t, but not at all weak. His strength I think draws Angelo in more than anything else.
I scoured the net for hours to find the right picture of the right man who I thought would bring Gabe to life and bring justice to the image of him in my head. David Gandy finally fit the bill. He’s my Gabe.
I admit many times the dynamic between the good guy Gabe and not so good Angelo, drove me up the wall and had me backed into the corner more than once. With men at odds the way these two were, I couldn’t really see the light at the end of the tunnel for a long while.
Gabe’s voice was loudest in my ear, his pain far more realized, his heartbreak sharper than Angelo’s. I think that’s because Gabe had given up more, broken more rules in order to be with Angel, to let him in and once Angel had secured Gabe’s heart that should’ve been it.
It wasn’t.
Falling in love was the easiest part for these men. For Gabe.
Love the Sinner was emotional, really emotional, and there was no way it couldn’t be. Not with all that was stake. Not with Gabe. Even now he’s still with me, as is Angel, both whispering in my ear. I keep listening to them, to him.
Not that I have a choice.
You can’t help but feel for Gabe. And question his sanity for the road he embarks on. Sure, we could name him a fool for taking a shot, a chance, on Angelo when he knew the risks to his life and his heart, but I think Gabe would only shrug and say, “I love him.”
To him and for him, that sums it all up.
Avril Ashton
Blurb for Love the Sinner
A notorious gang leader and an NYPD cop. An unlikely couple, but is it true what they say? Could Gabe hate the sin but love the sinner?
Detective Gabriel Ashby has never looked twice at another man, yet the criminal across from him, the man he’s interrogating, isn’t like any other. Gabe can’t deal with the sudden, intense need he has for one of NYPD’s Most Wanted. Everyone close to Angelo Pagan ends up dead, with the smug gang leader standing amid the rubble. Gabe would love nothing more than to bust Angelo’s ass and lock him up. So why is he seeing the bastard in his dreams at night?
Angelo Pagan knows attraction to Gabe is suicide. He’s resolute to ignore the chemistry…until a police raid goes wrong. He critically injures Gabe, changing the trajectory of both their lives. Now the two can’t get close enough. They settle into a forbidden affair threatened by lies and betrayal, living on different sides of the law with no way of breaching the gap between them. With the authorities looking to make an example of Angelo, Gabe has to decide if it’s really worth it to hate the sin but love the sinner.
Reader Advisory: This book contains brief scenes of gang-related violence.
Excerpt
“You put the people you claim to care about in jeopardy and here you are, burying your sister. How does it feel to be the reason your sister’s dead? The reason your mother is heartbroken?”
Pagan just stared at Gabe, his lips curved, eyes mocking. Unmovable. Unreachable.
Gabe ached to punch him in the jaw, knock some sense into him. Some morals. Most of all he ached to touch the man, test the texture of those lips, and wasn’t that the most fucked-up thing of all? Before he stepped into this room his most pressing concern was how to react if Trish brought up marriage again, and now this.
Lusting over a criminal. Gabe pushed back his chair and got to his feet, spinning away in an attempt to hide the bulge in his jeans. He headed over to the door and opened it before turning to Pagan. “You can leave, but trust me when I tell you we will find the person responsible for this.”
Pagan got up, grabbing his sunglasses. He walked past Gabe, brushing up against him, body heat reaching out to scald him. Gabe hissed in a breath, schooling his features into a blank slate. His fingers twitched, itching to fist in the thick luxury of Pagan’s hair.
“I’d warn you not to take justice into your own hands, but I’m hoping you’ll try.”
Pagan stopped and met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
“I want you to try something ’cause I’ll be there watching,” Gabe growled. “And I’ll get to lock your ass up. Take you off the streets finally.”
A slow smile spread over Pagan’s features, genuine and real, catching Gabe completely off guard. He fisted his hands at his body’s hungry reaction, glancing away before Pagan caught any signs of his attraction in his eyes.
“I’ll be seeing you, cop.”
Gabe turned back to him, watching as Pagan allowed his mask to slip for a second. There. Written behind those flashing gold eyes was the same heat. The same attraction.
Then he blinked and it was gone.
Pagan sauntered off, leaving Gabe’s heart thumping and his body aching.
* * * * *
Thanks so much for stopping by today, Avril. Readers can find out more about Love the Sinner and Avril here...
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June 5, 2012
SCORED - free first chapter
If you fancy yourself some hot soccer action then check out the first chapter of my new novel SCORED which is featured on D Renee Bagby's first chapter blog.
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Then if you want to read more about the delectable Lewis Tate - he won't disappoint - then click below to buy this steamy story...
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Lily x
Gem Sivad - Newsletter
Make sure you spend a few minutes enjoying Gem Sivad's fantastic newsletter. Click below to find out all about her latest release, Call Me Miz, and much more.
Great thing for me is I am featured in it.... Thanks Gem :-)
Lily x
Great thing for me is I am featured in it.... Thanks Gem :-)
Lily x
June 4, 2012
Enchanted Submission review
I wrote Enchanted Submission what feels like years ago - though it was probably only two - and I have just had another review in from BDSM book reviews. I am completely thrilled as they gave it 4.5 out of 5 and said really nice things about this steamy fairy tale!!
Story rating: 4.5 out of 5 paddles
Sting factor (kink): 4.5 out of 5
Remember those fairy tales that you would hear before you went to bed? Well forget all about them. This book brings us into the wondrous world of all those characters and more but this is not the fairy world that you will remember. This is a world full of grown up things and grown up princesses and princes, some with very different hobbies and adventures. This book gives us a glimpse into a much more adult world in the land of fairy tales. We get to see a much different side of Cinderella and her cohorts on the eve of her wedding to Prince Charming. It seems that Belle and Beast are no longer together and Rapunzel has her eye on him. Tired of always being the one in charge she is ready to give herself to the right man and from what she has heard Beast might just be that man.
I am a big fan of fairy tales and Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorites. Beast may be a strong Dom but he shows that he also has a heart. Belle may not have been right for him but Rapunzel shares his desires and when they give in to them the sparks fly. The attraction between Beast and Rapunzel sizzles off of the pages. Rapunzel finds what she needs in him and the two make a great couple.
I loved seeing the strong friendships in this book. The women are in fact taking Cinderella out to the club to prepare her for her wedding night. Each of the characters from Rapunzel to Tinkerbell are brought strongly to life and into the present day, with emotions and personalities all their own.
It seems that many of the characters in this world have more than just knowledge of each other. So many are mentioned and many interesting ways. I enjoyed this visit to this world and would love to comeback again. The author does a wonderful job of putting a new spin on some old and familiar characters from our childhood and has this reader wondering about the others in this world.
Reviewed by Gabrielle
Story rating: 4.5 out of 5 paddles
Sting factor (kink): 4.5 out of 5
Remember those fairy tales that you would hear before you went to bed? Well forget all about them. This book brings us into the wondrous world of all those characters and more but this is not the fairy world that you will remember. This is a world full of grown up things and grown up princesses and princes, some with very different hobbies and adventures. This book gives us a glimpse into a much more adult world in the land of fairy tales. We get to see a much different side of Cinderella and her cohorts on the eve of her wedding to Prince Charming. It seems that Belle and Beast are no longer together and Rapunzel has her eye on him. Tired of always being the one in charge she is ready to give herself to the right man and from what she has heard Beast might just be that man.
I am a big fan of fairy tales and Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorites. Beast may be a strong Dom but he shows that he also has a heart. Belle may not have been right for him but Rapunzel shares his desires and when they give in to them the sparks fly. The attraction between Beast and Rapunzel sizzles off of the pages. Rapunzel finds what she needs in him and the two make a great couple.
I loved seeing the strong friendships in this book. The women are in fact taking Cinderella out to the club to prepare her for her wedding night. Each of the characters from Rapunzel to Tinkerbell are brought strongly to life and into the present day, with emotions and personalities all their own.
It seems that many of the characters in this world have more than just knowledge of each other. So many are mentioned and many interesting ways. I enjoyed this visit to this world and would love to comeback again. The author does a wonderful job of putting a new spin on some old and familiar characters from our childhood and has this reader wondering about the others in this world.
Reviewed by Gabrielle
June 3, 2012
Scored - Sunday Snog
Sunday again, where do the weeks go?
Another kiss from Scored today, and if you enjoy it, go grab yourself the whole novel, for FREE!! (Amazon - 1st-3rd June only). This steamy excerpt is taken from a scene in the cathedral where Nicky and Lewis have met up secretly...
“Oh, it is you,” I said on a sigh and sat down.He removed his glasses. “Well if you had to get this close to realize then my crude attempt at disguise is obviously working.” His voice was low and hushed.“I thought you might be a tramp or something, having a snooze.” I spoke equally quietly.“I’m sure Gucci would love to know that about their new range of casual sportswear.” He smiled and his face softened. “How are you?”“I’m good. You?”“Not bad.” He glanced at the gap between us. “Better if you would sit closer.”I slid my bum along the wood until my shoulder brushed his. He reached for my hand, held it, palm up, and traced a circle at the center.Renewed longing sped through me as I was treated to a flashback of him holding my breast. How he’d touched me with just the right amount of pressure, tweaked my nipple with just the right degree of tension. How we’d been so rudely interrupted…I tried and failed to suppress a small sigh.“Are you sure you’re okay?”“I’m fine. How did you get on with Fellows? Did he buy your story about you being in the bathroom?”“Yeah, I think so, but he’s keeping a pretty tight rein on everyone at the moment. He’s a goddamn control freak.”“He’s just doing his job.”“That’s very understanding of you, considering.”“Considering what? The way he spoke to me in the bar or the way he made you leave just when things were getting hot between us.”He raised one brow. “Things were getting pretty hot, weren’t they? I left feeling like a man in the desert who’d just had his water bottle taken away.”“I know what you mean.” I looked at his legs, his thick strong thighs resting over the seat of the pew, his jeans a little faded in all the right places. “When are you going to Kiev?”“Later today. We’re flying up. You?”“I’m catching the evening train. I’ve got some cheap place booked once I get there. Should be okay just for two nights. I’m there to see you thrash Sweden not wallow in luxury.”“I wish I could get you into our hotel.”I rested my other hand on his forearm, felt hard tendons and heat beneath the super-soft material of the hoody. “I think we were lucky to get what we had. I knew it wouldn’t take long for them to move you back into your suite.”“It’s nice, the new room. Perhaps you’d like to see it when we get back to Donetsk.”“And how would I be able to do that?” I couldn’t keep the incredulousness from my tone.He paused for a second. Cocked his head. “You forget, Nicky, I am a man who gets what he wants.”I swallowed tightly. The determination in his eyes, the way his jaw had set, sent a thrilling shiver of anticipation through me. “And you want…?”He stroked the back of his index finger down my cheek then threaded his fingers into my hair and held the back of my head. “I want you, Nicky. Don’t you get that? I want you with me, next to me, in my bed, in my pool. I want to get to know everything about you.”An emotion scarily like fear bubbled within me. This dream was just too perfect. I didn’t want it to pop. It would send me reeling, tumbling into oblivion. I wasn’t sure how I would pick up the pieces. Who would ever compare to Lewis Tate? Was I being crazy to listen to him speak this way? Making me feel like I was the only girl for him?I had to know. The sooner it was out in the open the better. Because the longer I let him make me believe I was special the harder it would be when I realized I didn’t mean anything to him. “But why? Why would you want me when you can have anyone? There are a million women out there who would happily throw themselves at your feet”He frowned. “But I don’t know them and I don’t care about them.”“But how can you not?”“Because you’re the first real woman I’ve met in a long time. You’re not pretending to be something you’re not and that appeals to me.” He leaned closer, his cologne infiltrating my nostrils and threatening to remove my ability to think straight. “A lot.”“But I’m just Nicky Thomas, sports journalist. I come from Stoke and have a middle-class, unremarkable background. Why would someone as amazing as you, with all your footballing credentials, want me?”He shook his head and appeared bemused. “What does football have to do with me admiring your professionalism, being comfortable with who you are and fighting for what you want?” He paused. “You do still like me, don’t you?”I nodded. Unable to trust myself to speak and gush about just how much I liked him. How much I would like to cover him in whipped cream, sprinkles and chocolate drops and spend an entire day eating it off him.“Good,” he said. “Because if you can just cope with this craziness for a little while longer, in few weeks the tournament will be over and we won’t have to sneak around.”“You mean—”He brushed his lips over mine. “Yes, honey, I mean this is just the start of something. Well, it is for me anyway. It’s been a long time since I’ve met anyone who’s been my last thought as I’ve gone to sleep and my first thought each morning.”Oh, fuck. Now he’s got me. I became a puddle of romantic ideals falling toward him. Didn’t he know what kind of effect sentiments like that had on a girl? I reached for his shoulders, pressed my body to his and allowed him to kiss me into a stupor of longing. He was my every thought too. When I wasn’t with him I was thinking about being with him and when I was with him I just couldn’t get close enough.He tangled his fingers in my hair and held me firm as he kissed and explored my mouth. I let him in and melted under his touch. The way he was clasping me was so possessive, so masculine and dominant. Little thought kernels of what he could do to me, how he could make me feel, in bed, began to pop like candy in my belly. Imagine if he held me like this when he…Oh, sweet Jesus. I was getting turned on again. Shit, and in a holy place.Lewis groaned and sent kisses across my cheek, tugged my hair firmer so my head tipped, then licked and nipped at my neck. Lust shot to my pussy. It was like there was a wire from the skin on my neck to my clit and his attentions sent white-hot streaks of pleasure zapping down it.“Lewis,” I murmured, trying to move my head but unable to. I discovered that far from feeling frustrated I reveled in the hold he had on me. That fact that I couldn’t move and he was doing what he wanted to my neck was a massive turn-on.“Ah, honey, I could have fucking killed Fellows the other night. Walking away from you took every ounce of control I had.” His breath was scalding hot against my flesh and I shivered with pleasure at his heated words.“It was okay for you, though,” he went on.“What do you mean?”He released the grip on my head and brought my face level with his. “I think you know.”I swallowed. I did know.“You used it, didn’t you?”“What?”“Don’t act coy.” A slow smile spread on his face. “Because it makes me so horny to imagine you using your vibrator and thinking of me.”I opened my mouth but no words came out.He took full advantage and kissed me again. This time he slipped his hand up my top and cupped my breast over the new bra.I pressed closer for more. Why did we have to be fully clothed and in a cathedral? Right now I would sell my soul to be naked in bed with him and no other person for a hundred miles around.“I can just imagine you,” he said, tweaking my nipple through silk. “Lying on the bed, legs spread, that buzzing shaft penetrating your sweetness, getting you off, making you pant and sweat.” He paused. “Did you think of me?”Fuck yes.“Tell me,” he whispered, “Please, I want to know.”“Yes. Yes I did.”I felt his body tense and his shoulders hitched, like he was pulling in a deep breath. “And did you say my name?” He switched his attentions to the opposite breast.“Yes, over and over.”He fluttered his eyes shut and let out a long deep sigh. “Oh, fuck, that mental image of you is so hot,” he muttered.“Lewis Tate,” I said in a scolding whisper. “You’re a bad boy picturing such things in a holy place.”His eyes pinged open and his gaze trapped mine. For a split second I thought he might grin. He didn’t. “Tell me you’re not thinking them too.”“Yes, I am, but—”“But the difference is you’re not going to have zipper marks permanently imprinted on your genitals.” He shifted on the seat. “Fuck, you make me so hard.” He shook his head and muttered, “So hard it hurts.”That knowledge thrilled me utterly. “Is that so?” I ran my hand down over his chest, his abdomen, then settled it on the solid wedge of flesh at his groin that was pushing and straining against the denim.“That’s not helping.” He moaned. His face twisted and his eyes screwed up tight.“I know what will, though.”Fuck. Had I really just said that? Double fuck. Had I really just thought that? I had, and it seemed I was the biggest sinner of the lot because I didn’t care. I wanted to act on my impulse. In fact, I wasn’t sure anything could stop me. Not now the need, the desire, had flooded my brain like a tsunami.I tugged at the button on his jeans, freeing it with a quick flick of my wrist.“Nicky,” he said, parting his lips on a pant. “What are you doing?” He opened his eyes. They were dark and smoky, their normally crystal-clear depths clouded with lust.“I’m going to help you out with that zipper problem.”
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Another kiss from Scored today, and if you enjoy it, go grab yourself the whole novel, for FREE!! (Amazon - 1st-3rd June only). This steamy excerpt is taken from a scene in the cathedral where Nicky and Lewis have met up secretly...
“Oh, it is you,” I said on a sigh and sat down.He removed his glasses. “Well if you had to get this close to realize then my crude attempt at disguise is obviously working.” His voice was low and hushed.“I thought you might be a tramp or something, having a snooze.” I spoke equally quietly.“I’m sure Gucci would love to know that about their new range of casual sportswear.” He smiled and his face softened. “How are you?”“I’m good. You?”“Not bad.” He glanced at the gap between us. “Better if you would sit closer.”I slid my bum along the wood until my shoulder brushed his. He reached for my hand, held it, palm up, and traced a circle at the center.Renewed longing sped through me as I was treated to a flashback of him holding my breast. How he’d touched me with just the right amount of pressure, tweaked my nipple with just the right degree of tension. How we’d been so rudely interrupted…I tried and failed to suppress a small sigh.“Are you sure you’re okay?”“I’m fine. How did you get on with Fellows? Did he buy your story about you being in the bathroom?”“Yeah, I think so, but he’s keeping a pretty tight rein on everyone at the moment. He’s a goddamn control freak.”“He’s just doing his job.”“That’s very understanding of you, considering.”“Considering what? The way he spoke to me in the bar or the way he made you leave just when things were getting hot between us.”He raised one brow. “Things were getting pretty hot, weren’t they? I left feeling like a man in the desert who’d just had his water bottle taken away.”“I know what you mean.” I looked at his legs, his thick strong thighs resting over the seat of the pew, his jeans a little faded in all the right places. “When are you going to Kiev?”“Later today. We’re flying up. You?”“I’m catching the evening train. I’ve got some cheap place booked once I get there. Should be okay just for two nights. I’m there to see you thrash Sweden not wallow in luxury.”“I wish I could get you into our hotel.”I rested my other hand on his forearm, felt hard tendons and heat beneath the super-soft material of the hoody. “I think we were lucky to get what we had. I knew it wouldn’t take long for them to move you back into your suite.”“It’s nice, the new room. Perhaps you’d like to see it when we get back to Donetsk.”“And how would I be able to do that?” I couldn’t keep the incredulousness from my tone.He paused for a second. Cocked his head. “You forget, Nicky, I am a man who gets what he wants.”I swallowed tightly. The determination in his eyes, the way his jaw had set, sent a thrilling shiver of anticipation through me. “And you want…?”He stroked the back of his index finger down my cheek then threaded his fingers into my hair and held the back of my head. “I want you, Nicky. Don’t you get that? I want you with me, next to me, in my bed, in my pool. I want to get to know everything about you.”An emotion scarily like fear bubbled within me. This dream was just too perfect. I didn’t want it to pop. It would send me reeling, tumbling into oblivion. I wasn’t sure how I would pick up the pieces. Who would ever compare to Lewis Tate? Was I being crazy to listen to him speak this way? Making me feel like I was the only girl for him?I had to know. The sooner it was out in the open the better. Because the longer I let him make me believe I was special the harder it would be when I realized I didn’t mean anything to him. “But why? Why would you want me when you can have anyone? There are a million women out there who would happily throw themselves at your feet”He frowned. “But I don’t know them and I don’t care about them.”“But how can you not?”“Because you’re the first real woman I’ve met in a long time. You’re not pretending to be something you’re not and that appeals to me.” He leaned closer, his cologne infiltrating my nostrils and threatening to remove my ability to think straight. “A lot.”“But I’m just Nicky Thomas, sports journalist. I come from Stoke and have a middle-class, unremarkable background. Why would someone as amazing as you, with all your footballing credentials, want me?”He shook his head and appeared bemused. “What does football have to do with me admiring your professionalism, being comfortable with who you are and fighting for what you want?” He paused. “You do still like me, don’t you?”I nodded. Unable to trust myself to speak and gush about just how much I liked him. How much I would like to cover him in whipped cream, sprinkles and chocolate drops and spend an entire day eating it off him.“Good,” he said. “Because if you can just cope with this craziness for a little while longer, in few weeks the tournament will be over and we won’t have to sneak around.”“You mean—”He brushed his lips over mine. “Yes, honey, I mean this is just the start of something. Well, it is for me anyway. It’s been a long time since I’ve met anyone who’s been my last thought as I’ve gone to sleep and my first thought each morning.”Oh, fuck. Now he’s got me. I became a puddle of romantic ideals falling toward him. Didn’t he know what kind of effect sentiments like that had on a girl? I reached for his shoulders, pressed my body to his and allowed him to kiss me into a stupor of longing. He was my every thought too. When I wasn’t with him I was thinking about being with him and when I was with him I just couldn’t get close enough.He tangled his fingers in my hair and held me firm as he kissed and explored my mouth. I let him in and melted under his touch. The way he was clasping me was so possessive, so masculine and dominant. Little thought kernels of what he could do to me, how he could make me feel, in bed, began to pop like candy in my belly. Imagine if he held me like this when he…Oh, sweet Jesus. I was getting turned on again. Shit, and in a holy place.Lewis groaned and sent kisses across my cheek, tugged my hair firmer so my head tipped, then licked and nipped at my neck. Lust shot to my pussy. It was like there was a wire from the skin on my neck to my clit and his attentions sent white-hot streaks of pleasure zapping down it.“Lewis,” I murmured, trying to move my head but unable to. I discovered that far from feeling frustrated I reveled in the hold he had on me. That fact that I couldn’t move and he was doing what he wanted to my neck was a massive turn-on.“Ah, honey, I could have fucking killed Fellows the other night. Walking away from you took every ounce of control I had.” His breath was scalding hot against my flesh and I shivered with pleasure at his heated words.“It was okay for you, though,” he went on.“What do you mean?”He released the grip on my head and brought my face level with his. “I think you know.”I swallowed. I did know.“You used it, didn’t you?”“What?”“Don’t act coy.” A slow smile spread on his face. “Because it makes me so horny to imagine you using your vibrator and thinking of me.”I opened my mouth but no words came out.He took full advantage and kissed me again. This time he slipped his hand up my top and cupped my breast over the new bra.I pressed closer for more. Why did we have to be fully clothed and in a cathedral? Right now I would sell my soul to be naked in bed with him and no other person for a hundred miles around.“I can just imagine you,” he said, tweaking my nipple through silk. “Lying on the bed, legs spread, that buzzing shaft penetrating your sweetness, getting you off, making you pant and sweat.” He paused. “Did you think of me?”Fuck yes.“Tell me,” he whispered, “Please, I want to know.”“Yes. Yes I did.”I felt his body tense and his shoulders hitched, like he was pulling in a deep breath. “And did you say my name?” He switched his attentions to the opposite breast.“Yes, over and over.”He fluttered his eyes shut and let out a long deep sigh. “Oh, fuck, that mental image of you is so hot,” he muttered.“Lewis Tate,” I said in a scolding whisper. “You’re a bad boy picturing such things in a holy place.”His eyes pinged open and his gaze trapped mine. For a split second I thought he might grin. He didn’t. “Tell me you’re not thinking them too.”“Yes, I am, but—”“But the difference is you’re not going to have zipper marks permanently imprinted on your genitals.” He shifted on the seat. “Fuck, you make me so hard.” He shook his head and muttered, “So hard it hurts.”That knowledge thrilled me utterly. “Is that so?” I ran my hand down over his chest, his abdomen, then settled it on the solid wedge of flesh at his groin that was pushing and straining against the denim.“That’s not helping.” He moaned. His face twisted and his eyes screwed up tight.“I know what will, though.”Fuck. Had I really just said that? Double fuck. Had I really just thought that? I had, and it seemed I was the biggest sinner of the lot because I didn’t care. I wanted to act on my impulse. In fact, I wasn’t sure anything could stop me. Not now the need, the desire, had flooded my brain like a tsunami.I tugged at the button on his jeans, freeing it with a quick flick of my wrist.“Nicky,” he said, parting his lips on a pant. “What are you doing?” He opened his eyes. They were dark and smoky, their normally crystal-clear depths clouded with lust.“I’m going to help you out with that zipper problem.”
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June 1, 2012
SCORED IS FREE!!!!!!!!
Yes, that's right, to celebrate the Diamond Jubilee of HRH Queen Elizabeth II, I have decided to throw SCORED out to the world, for FREE, for the entire weekend starting right NOW!
Go grab a copy, read it, enjoy it, review it, tell your friends to download it too, spread the word but most of all catch yourself one seriously hot footy captain to steam up your e-reader...
Then if you enjoy combining smokin' hot romance with sexy sportsmen check out my HOT ICE series - available at Amazon/Ellora's Cave and all good e-book retailers.
Coming soon
Have fun, enjoy, and long live the Queen...oh, and David Beckham!
Lily Harlem x
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May 31, 2012
Spotlight on Natalie Dae
Today I am spotlighting Natalie Dae, not just one of my most favourite authors but also one of my most favourite people in the world!!
As you can see the endlessly talented Natalie writes under several different pen names. Natalie Dae m/f, Sarah Masters m/m and Charley Oweson horror, but when she is hanging out with mates we call her Emmy!!
Emmy lives in the UK, is multi-published and has best sellers at All Romance E-books. When she isn't writing she is working as art director for Total-E-Bound creating gorgeous covers for all the authors who can't believe they got so lucky to have her bringing their characters images to life.
Today I am going to show you Natalie's work starting with That Filthy Book which we wrote together - that was a complete blast I can tell you!!
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Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Book one in the Fantasies Explored Series
Anna has longed for a third person to join herself and her permanent lover, Kline, on their monthly trysts at a New York City hotel. Kline always takes control on these evenings, calling the shots and only allowing Anna to come when he wants her to, so what makes her think he will grant her request of having a threesome?
Kline has made Anna wait for her deepest desire, and tonight she will get the second lover she asked for a year ago. Kline will do anything to make Anna happy, including allowing the stranger inside her body, but he isn't prepared for how sharing her will make him feel.
Jack is hired to join Anna and Kline for an hour of rampant sex and is hit with confusing emotions once he sees the beautiful woman spread-eagled on the bed, duct tape holding her wrists and ankles to the posts. Something about her changes his perspective with regards to his job, and he finds he wants more than just a sample of the woman who has gotten under his skin.
Book two in the Fantasies Explored Series
Anna has another fantasy. Can Kline take her to the place she wants to be?
With another weekend away due, Anna requests that Kline take her to sub-space during sex, somewhere he’s been several times but something she has so far failed to achieve. This time she’s intent on getting there, and with the help of her sexy-as-hell Dom, there’s no room for entertaining the fact she might not.
Kline wants to satisfy Anna’s every need and takes her to a new kind of hotel—one with a dungeon so he can use the facilities there to enable him to grant Anna’s latest desire.
Will they experience an off-the-charts-hot sexual experience that they’ll never forget?
Pearl feels trapped by society’s rules and longs to let out the wanton woman inside her. Her friend, Frances, secures them a night of work in a gentleman’s club in Whitechapel, London, where Pearl must act like a harlot and wait tables. With the threat of Jack the Ripper too close for comfort, Pearl meets Seth, who makes her feel all kinds of sexual longings.
Seth has heard rumours of Pearl hating him, but he vows to make her love him. He tells her his name is James, and when she arrives at his club to begin work, he knows he will make her his. As he teaches her the act of lovemaking, he’s also hiding two secrets. One, that he is the man she is supposed to hate, and two, that he knows who Jack the Ripper is…
Book one in The Coterie Series
Emily had no idea she would grow from a mild-mannered woman into a kick-ass vamp. No one, no one threatens her man...
Dashed into the sea during a storm, Emily is rescued by a long-haired man who immediately intrigues her. He’s...mesmerising. Sexy. Beautiful. He takes her to his home, a lighthouse on a cliff top, where her attraction to him grows. She can’t fight it, even when she realises what he is: a vampire. He offers her immortality but ensures she knows exactly what she’s letting herself in for—forever with him as well as hot and satisfying sex...
Emily becomes his attendant, the woman destined to spend eternity with the vampire Lincoln, sharing her blood, her life, and her body. He adores her, would do anything for her, and an earlier vow not to embrace the vampire lifestyle leaves him sorely tested when an old adversary kidnaps Emily, bringing Lincoln’s painful past hurtling back.
Ursula Meadows, Mistress Shadow by day, longs for the love she feels for her client, a man she’s dubbed Beautiful Luke, to be returned. As she goes through her week at work entertaining all the men on her list and giving them what they want, she spends her nights on a mission to make Luke fall in love with her.
The contrast between her daily life and her evenings is stark, but she’s determined to have the sexy-as-sin man in her bed permanently and not just on the bed in her dungeon. Will she get what her heart aches for, or will Luke, a self-confessed brawler and user of women, find it difficult to stick to just one woman?
Klara Woods, Mistress Darkness by day, is a nymphomaniac. She took a job in a BDSM dungeon as the only way she could think of to sate her huge sexual appetite. Madam allows her to give "extras", and Klara is happy with the arrangement until she goes out one Monday evening in search of a man to fulfil her needs and meets one who wants so much more than just sex. They agree they won’t have sex until Friday, but it proves difficult for Klara. Every time they meet she can’t resist doing something sexual with him, and the wait until Friday becomes intolerable...
Along with the knowledge she may have found the only man who can service her needs full-time, Klara has to decide whether, if they make a go of their relationship, she can leave the dungeon and all her clients behind. Is her love for Ben strong enough for her to become a one-man woman? Is Ben’s stamina enough to keep Klara sated 24-7? Friday night will be the ultimate test...
Lizzie Gould is a maid for a well-to-do woman and enjoys spying on her boss, who thinks nothing of bringing a different man home every night—unaware that her household staff know exactly what she’s up to. Lizzie has been watching for years, longing to act out some of the antics she’s learned...
Johnny Francis is a butler in the same household and has observed Lizzie watching their boss for months. He’s hankered after her since the first day he started working there and longs to give her pleasure instead of Lizzie using her own hand.
One day, Johnny can resist no longer and lets Lizzie know he’s in on her little secret. He offers to be the man of her dreams so she can replicate the wild acts she’s seen. Lizzie agrees, playing the part of a prostitute to his customer, and finds she enjoys being in charge...But Johnny isn’t who he seems. He’s only a butler there because he saw Lizzie and fell in love with her. Will she accept him once she finds out who he really is?
Travis Williams has steadily fallen in love with ranch owner, Sarah French. She’s sexy as sin, beautiful inside and out, stubborn...and as spirited as one of her feistiest horses. She’s going to be hard to tame, but if anyone has the balls to do it, Travis does. After all, he wants to win her and win her good—by loving the Texan bones of her and taking her to heights she’s never been before.
Sarah French has a problem—she sees things in only black and white and doesn’t trust men. Though she employs all males on her ranch, it doesn’t mean she has to like them. An only child, she’s grown up feeling inferior since her mother died while giving birth to a much-wanted son. All her life, Sarah has vowed to be as good as-or better than-any man, and no one will persuade her otherwise. She’s strong, she’s tough, and she’s obstinate as all get out.
However, her icy façade is about to be melted, because not only Travis has her in his sights as a potential bed-mate, local bad-boy Clark James has made it clear he’ll take Sarah whatever way he can...including by force.
With her emotional walls tumbling around her, the suspicion that the man she loves is a wolf, and Clark making her cringe at every turn, Sarah must learn that not everything is so clear cut. Sometimes, you have to look at the world in shades of grey.
Carrie Marsh anxiously awaits her online lover of two years, pacing the station in her stylish red coat with nothing but luxurious black lingerie underneath and stilettos on her feet. Will Rob Edwards really be on the train from Scotland? Will the attraction still exist in person? Can she even stave off the first anticipation-induced orgasm before he arrives? Excitement spirals through her, for Carrie has planned a night to remember.Rob is shy, and Carrie intends to show him how to unleash his sexy side during a series of sexual encounters. But once he arrives, she can’t wait until they get to the hotel, let alone a bed. No. They hardly make it to the first tree, where anyone could spot their antics.One unforgettable evening of passion leads two virtual lovers to a lifetime as each other’s soul keeper.
Cursed at birth, Dion is a demon who has searched for his beloved for centuries. Upon meeting Morgan, he knows she’s the one he’s been waiting for, the one woman he can love forever, the one woman capable of helping him break the curse. However, Jistin, the curse-giver, has other ideas…Morgan longs for a relationship and release from her solitary life aboard her yacht, The Magenta Starling. She longs for Dion—who’s not all that he appears. When he reveals his feelings for her, Morgan allows Dion to take her to his world, the realm of Thradmos. Her love for him growing even as she struggles to accept his reality, Morgan realizes she would do anything for him—including give up her life in the real world.At a party held in celebration of Dion’s impending freedom, Morgan is snatched away by Jistin. In a final battle, Dion will fight not only for his freedom, but also that of his beloved, lest he be cursed for all eternity…and lose Morgan in the process.
Drawn to the attic in her new home, Amelia finds a saucy nineteenth-century wench dress. At first glance, it’s just a dress, but once she dons it, desire streaks through her and she’s transported to the past. Overwhelmed by lust, she is caught pleasuring herself, discovered by the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen, who turns out to be—her lover?Amelia and Emmet join in an explosive sexual union, erasing the months—or is it centuries?—they have been apart as though they never existed. But suddenly Amelia awakes—alone.Until the dress calls again.Emmett’s not the only one lusting after Amelia. Lord Graham wants her and he doesn’t fight fair. He kidnaps her, sends Emmett on a deadly errand and forces Amelia to participate in his voyeuristic games. Although Amelia’s body betrays her, she vows to remain true to Emmett, but will he return? And can she escape the clutches of Lord Graham’s debauchery? Amidst subterfuge, treachery and murder, Amelia and Emmet’s love grows and they reach new heights of carnal passions.
Deep in the mountain wilderness, Lucia Chavez searches for closure to her father’s death, and the mythical black cougar he sought. Drop-dead sexy Cherokee Indian guide Sam Starr knows more than he’s telling. After he saves Lucia from being swept away in a mudslide, the bath they both need turns steamy indeed. Sam and Lucia are living proof that near-death experiences can bring two people closer together—they can’t keep their hands off each other.
Amidst danger and mystery, Sam and Lucia explore the lust that burns between them. If their desire gets any stronger it could bring down the mountains. Ancient secrets hold the key to their unbridled sexual need. Was their passion written in the stars?
One man. One woman. A curse that binds them—and could tear them apart.
Kat Simmons takes a vacation to explore her feelings for her sex-on-legs coworker Dan. She’s had the hots for him for the past two years, but isn’t sure if he feels the same way. She knows she needs to return home and confess how she feels—that she hungers for him, has sexy dreams about him…wants him in her bed.
When a room service waiter brings her a note, Kat follows the directions to a mountain cabin. Dan is there—and he wants her naked and in his arms. Together they explore their shared desire for BDSM. A dungeon provides them with the ideal place to act out their fantasies and Kat realizes sex can be hotter than she ever dreamed with a little spanking added to the mix.
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May 30, 2012
Forfeit by Zara Stoneley
Hi Lily, Thanks for having me here!
Forfeit is my first erotic romance and I’ve been asked by a few people what inspired it, why a forfeit?
When I started writing, it was with a lot of ‘what ifs’. There are lots of boy meet girl books, and a lot of arranged marriage stories but I wanted to go one step further. They fall in love, but why? Lust, great chemistry, great sex, admiration… but what if one of the people involved is determined to uncover every last secret that the other person is hiding, what if he knows, just knows that there is a magical person behind the barriers that he really wants – what if he’s only going to settle for the real deal? And how far will the girl go? What if by gradually uncovering her sexuality it leads to uncovering her emotions, her wants and her needs?
I think quite often we separate love and lust, we think that yeah there’ll be lust then that dies down and if we’re lucky something stronger called love replaces it. But what if the lust is the important thing? The catalyst for digging deep down into those emotions – after all it’s when we have sex with another person that we’re at our most vulnerable, our most exposed… and what if it isn’t the falling in love that means we can share our bodies and our lust, but the falling in lust that leaves the way open to love?
Blurb
Cat’s life is falling apart – her boyfriend’s dumped her, she’s lost her home and she’s about to quit her job. Her boss, Brent, has a solution: become his wife for a year, to help him land a big promotion. But Cat’s had a taste of Brent before, and she knows he’s a bad boy who loves women and leaves them. So she agrees to marry him, but tells him there’s to be no sex. He adds his own condition: if she as much as talks to another man in that time, she must pay, by acting out 12 of Brent’s kinkiest sex fantasies. When she breaks the rule, the forfeit is on: but opening up and letting Brent into her heart, as well as her bed, could be the most dangerous game of all …
Excerpt
He tore his mouth from hers, and there was a rawness on his face that stopped her in her tracks for a moment.
‘You are so bloody gorgeous, Cat, why on earth did that bastard ever let you go?’
Brent had spoken without thinking, but the second the words were out he felt her body tense as she pulled back mentally, the shutters coming down. Shit. He cringed inwardly. Way to go, Brent, nothing like being subtle. Where the fuck had that come from? How could he be so stupid? But for some mad moment he’d thought he needed to know how any man could push her away.
‘I’m sorry.’ Even as he spoke and she looked at him with those big eyes he knew he’d overstepped a mark. And then, after a moment’s hesitation, the look of anguish seemed to melt from her features, replaced by a small, rueful smile. She moved back an inch closer. An inch that was a mile.
‘He said I was a whore and he wanted a wife.’
‘Did you want to be a wife?’ There was a rock in the bottom of his stomach; he couldn’t see her being anyone else’s wife.
‘Well, I didn’t want to be a whore, let’s put it that way.’ She had a strange, endearing quirk to her mouth, as though she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
‘We were engaged; wedding bells ringing in the distance, y’know, the full works. Then he discovered I wasn’t the type of woman he wanted to sit in church on a Sunday with his mum.’
‘Church, you? Now that I’d like to see.’ He grinned and she grinned back.
‘My favourite place on a Sunday, I’ll have you know.’
‘What the hell did you do to him, Cat?’ Cat was as passionate as hell, but with a mixture of “don’t touch me” messages and a vulnerability that said she knew what she was doing but wasn’t sure if she ought. Maybe he shouldn’t ask, but something about her said she was ready. She’d talk.
‘I offered to suck his dick.’ She shrugged, her voice low, circling her ring finger with a nervous, unconscious gesture. ‘I thought it might help.’
‘You can suck mine anytime, sweetheart.’
‘You’re so kind.’ Her tone was dry, but stronger. ‘But I don’t think you have any problems keeping a hard-on.’
‘Hard, soft, I’m always open to a blowjob, baby.’ She laughed then, throwing her head back, and his groin tightened instinctively. ‘Jeez, especially with a gorgeous throat like that.’
‘Christ, you are crude.’
‘Nothing crude about coming nice and deep inside a beautiful throat.’ He edged closer to her so that he could whisper in her ear. Watch the way the goosebumps came up and her nipples tightened. ‘Have you ever had a cock all the way down your throat, Cat? So deep that your muscles can tighten round the head, can milk every last drop from it?’ His cock was straining against his zip; it felt good and it felt like hell. He was torturing himself in the same way he loved to tease and torture her, and if she touched him right now it would tip him over the point of no return. He’d just wanted to have a chat, pleasant not horny, but this needed sorting. A girl like Cat deserved a man who’d appreciate everything she offered, not make her feel cheap. She was dirty, but in such a good way, and any creep who told her to hide it should be shot.
She turned her head slightly, so that her hair brushed his face, the soft silk smelling of citrus and flowers and making him desperate to push closer to her so he could pick out every single note. ‘No, I’ve never had a cock deep inside my throat, Brent.’
His throat constricted at the way her husky voice said his name, the reminder of the last time when she screamed it out as she came.
‘I’ve never even sucked a cock before yours in that hotel, never really wanted to.’ She looked him straight in the eye, her pupils so large and black they seemed to flood her face. ‘The smell put me off.’ She screwed up her little nose as though remembering. ‘I just thought maybe I should, then found out maybe I shouldn’t.’
‘Oh, you should, you really should.’ He ran his tongue over her lips, watching them part in anticipation.
‘And it won’t make me a whore?’ The husky throatiness of her voice caught in his gut. If he got any harder he’d be bursting out like the Incredible Hulk, which wouldn’t look good on the CCTV camera he’d just spotted.
‘Nothing you could do would make you a whore, my sex kitten, if you’re doing it with me.’ He took her hand from his thigh and brushed his lips against the knuckles. ‘What does my smell do to you?’
He could have sworn he saw a shiver run through her, and her voice when it came had that torn edge telling him she wanted him. ‘Your smell -’ she ran her tongue over already damp lips ‘- makes me want you.’
‘Does it make you wet?’ She squirmed as he whispered against her mouth. ‘I think you’re getting all damp now, aren’t you?’
She hadn’t answered but she didn’t need her to; her nipples were jutting against her top. He pulled back slightly, knowing that if he didn’t he’d be tempted to tear that skimpy top clean off and to hell with CCTV and anyone who might be watching. ‘Have you never heard the saying that a perfect wife should be a chef in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom?’
‘Oh, I don’t think I’m interested in the chef bit.’ Her eyes had a dangerous gleam as she laughed, and then she wetted her lips with a tongue he could think of a hundred better uses for. And one very good use right now.
‘Well, I’ve got news for you. We’re heading home and cooking. Together. And then -’ he started the key in the car ignition ‘- we’ll see just how much of a whore you can be in the bedroom.’ He ran his hand gently over her bare knee, watching with satisfaction at the way she clamped her thighs together.
‘Would you like me to put my knickers back on for the cooking bit?’ Her voice was all sweet innocence and he groaned, resisting the urge to run his hand up the inside of her thigh and check out just how wet she was. Sweet Jesus, he’d been sat in a car with aching balls next to a girl with a damp, ready mouth and no knickers. And he’d done nothing about it. Which was something he needed to remedy, and fast.
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About the author
Zara is a writer and lover of all things romantic, from the sensual to the sexual, who knows that naughty can be nice. She lives in the UK, but whenever she can she heads off in search of some sunshine and inspiration for her stories.
She loves sexy high heels...good food....good wine....music...coffee (lots and lots of coffee)... and Italy. All things Italian from the countryside to the culture, the wine to the food...and of course the sexy men.
She's been a consultant, a teacher, a mother, a wife, a lover... and has always been a writer and she'd love to hear from you.
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