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Sunday Snog - 2 for 1

Welome to Sunday Snog.
First things first - congratulations to the winner of last weeks competition. Mel, your copy of Stockholm Surrender is winging its way over to you.
Today I couldn't decide what snog to post, so I've opted for two. A sexy moment in the library at Oxford University, starring Penny and Ty from Stockholm Surrender, and then a hot kiss from my work in progress.
SNOG

A bolt of fear shot through me as he whipped out a lethal-looking knife from his back pocket. The handle appeared to be crocodile skin and the sharp blade was curved like a macabre smile. He held it up between our faces. “Oh god, no, please, Ty,” I squeaked through the tight channel of my throat. “I want to help. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” His intense gaze captured mine. “I won’t hurt you, Penny, if you keep quiet and still. Really still.” Shit. Why hadn’t I screamed a few minutes ago when I’d had the chance? He was crazy. A madman. I should have known. Oh, why had I been having all these delusional fantasies about him coming back for me? I was a fool, a hopeless, romantic, sex-starved fool and now I was going to die for it. A whimper of fear escaped my lips. “Penny,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I just need a lock of your hair.” My eyes were filling. “My...my hair?” “Yes, if I was a real bad guy I would take a finger or a toe to send to your father, but a lock of hair will do.” He clenched his jaw. “Now keep the hell still.” He released my wrists and fisted a chunk of my fringe. “Ty,” I whispered, my feet nailed to the spot. “Shh, don’t move.” His long, lean legs trapped my thighs and his pelvis knocked into my hipbones. The shelves behind me dug into my back and the crown of my head was squashed against book spines. I gulped as the knife slanted and glinted over my forehead. The roots of my hair complained as he tugged his fistful of fringe and sliced, unnervingly near to the roots, with the sinfully sharp blade. “That should do,” he said, showing me a big clump of my pale-blonde hair. “And he’ll definitely know it’s your hair when he sees that.” He nodded at my head. I raised my hand to my hairline. There was at least a two-inch square patch of soft stubble. “Oh crap,” I said with a frown. He poked the lock of hair into a small, clear plastic bag and shoved it in his front jean pocket, then re-sheathed the knife before tucking it away. All the time his body kept pressed into mine, and as much as I was monumentally pissed about having a bald patch, the feel of him, his closeness, the sound of his breathing and the scent of his skin were like a drug to me—all I could feel was lust.Am I crazy?Probably.
“So what now?” I asked.
His gaze harnessed mine and he cupped my cheek with his gloved palms, the wool scratchy against my skin. “Now I send that to your father, just to let him know I can still get to his precious little girl even on the other side of the world. He needs to listen to me. He needs to give James’ case attention, soon.” “How is James?” He frowned. “I stopped over on my way here and after a lot of paperwork and hanging around I saw him. He’s thin, thin and scared, but typical James he’s trying to be positive. Although how he’s managing it I don’t know. The place is hell on earth.” “It must be awful.” Ty narrowed his eyes and nibbled at his full bottom lip. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got to get him out, there’s going to be a retrial but it could go against him, there’s talk of the death sentence.” “Shit, really? God, that’s awful. I want to help.” He tipped his head a little nearer to mine and I traced my fingertips over the rise of his collarbones to the hollow of his throat. “Do you really?” he asked. “Yes, of course. I’ve brought it up with my father several times.” “So bring it up again.” His voice was steely. “I will, I have. Trouble is, he’s so pissed that you kidnapped me back in Oz that he flips into a blind rage whenever the subject is raised.” “Well, he’s going to have to get over that. Maybe when he gets the message that you’re going to be taken again he’ll come to his senses.”“Aren’t you taking me now?” He shook his head.I shifted against him.He didn’t budge.
“So when are you going to let me go?”
He curled his lips into a devilish smile. “In a minute.”
I swallowed and wondered what it was about that smile that sent hot fiery fingers of need speeding to every erogenous zone in my body. “Right after I’ve done this,” he murmured. In a sudden rush, he claimed my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. I opened up and let him in, releasing a small moan of pleasure as his arms circled my body and pulled me close. Damn, the man could kiss. His mouth communicated desire and strength, passion and danger and I lapped it up like the starving, reckless woman I was. He chased for my tongue and we began a wild, slippery tango. As if we couldn’t get enough of each other. I slotted my fingers into his thick hair and urged him closer. “Ah, fuck, Penny,” he gasped, trailing supercharged kisses over my cheek. “If only...” I tipped my neck as he explored behind my ear with his mouth, making me shiver in bliss. “If only what?” I asked breathlessly, barely controlling the delicious shudders rippling up my spine. “If only circumstances were different.” He was exploring with his hands too, the thin material of the gloves sliding beneath my sweater, over the base of my ribs to my breasts. I trembled as he cupped me through my bra and tweaked my nipple. “Different?” I managed. My brain was struggling to work. He did this to me, Ty, made me forget everything and all sense. “Yeah, if only we’d met like two ordinary people.” His voice was low and husky. “Instead of this crazy situation. We could have been so hot together.” “We are hot together.” “Fuck, I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it.” 
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The above picture of the delectable David Beckham is a clue to my wip. With Euro 2012 just around the corner and being a mad football fan myself (soccer to you US girls) I'm already in a frenzy of excitement and decided to write 'football for the girls'.
I can't tell you much about the novel yet other than it has a working title of SCORED and this is a scene from early on in the book featuring sports journalist Nicky Thomas and Lewis Tate, captain of the England team, having an encounter in an elevator!!
SNOG
The doors opened and the chlorinated air from the pool seeped in. But that barely registered in my mind, because standing in red trunks with a white towel slung around his neck was Lewis. His hair was mussed up and his skin dewy and damp. Fuck, the guy just got more gorgeous every time I saw him. It wasn’t a case of getting used to his stunning looks, they just bowled me over anew.“Hello, Nicky,” he said, stepping in next to me.“Hi.” Seriously, how could he act so cool? How could I be expected to act cool when he looked like every dirty dream and carnal fantasy rolled into one?The doors slid shut and I pressed the button for level three. “I presume you’re going to your room and not to the lobby dressed like that?”“Yep.”I glanced up at him. His eyes were narrowed and he was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. His shoulders were raised and tense and he was staring straight at me with a sharp glint in his eye.“Great game, congratulations.”“Thank you.” His words were short and clipped.“What?” I asked, feeling unaccountably off kilter. Was he angry with me? What had I done? I hadn’t told anyone that he’d been in my room for tea. I hadn’t even told anyone we’d ever spoken outside of the press conferences.“You told me…” he said. “That…”“What?” Okay, now I was really nervous. His eyes were thin slits, I could only just make out that perfect shade of deep-ocean blue through his lashes. “What did I tell you?”“That you weren’t seeing anyone.”“I’m not.”He stepped toward me, big and brooding. His sudden indomitable expression more than a little disturbing.I backed up and my shoulders hit the cool mirrored wall.He followed, penning me in. He was all acres of perfect flesh, toned muscles and steely determination. My stomach somersaulted, my heart rate rocketed and I gripped the brass bar that lined the elevator. I’d never felt so physically small in my life.“So who was the guy who thought it was okay to wrap his arm around you after the press conference?”“That was just Phil.” My voice was a little squeaky, but I wasn’t complaining, I was surprised I could even speak. Why the hell would Phil matter to Lewis?“Just Phil?”I nodded. “Yes, just Phil.” I could smell Lewis now, a combination of chlorine, soap and raw maleness. As he spoke his sweet breath breezed warm onto my cheek and sent a sizzle of awareness shooting down my middle, tickling my nipples and creating a buzz in my clitoris. This man did seriously dangerous things to my body, like letting it think it was in charge of my brain.“So he’s not your boyfriend?”“No, definitely not. Phil is a work colleague who gets a bit flirty now and then. But I hardly know him really.”I wasn’t sure if I’d said the right thing because a small muscle flexed and un-flexed in Lewis’ cheek and his nostrils flared.“Really, there’s nothing between us,” I said. “I’m free as a bird, no one to answer to no one to—”“Stop talking, Nicky.” He glanced at the elevator dashboard and then turned his attention back to me.“Why.”“Because I want to test a theory.” He nipped my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilted my head and dropped his face until his lips were just a hair-breath from mine.”“What theory would that be?” I whispered, wondering if my knees would continue to hold me up for more than another few seconds. Damn he was so close. I felt completely consumed by him.“The kiss-and-tell theory.”“Oh, well I—”My words were cut short as his mouth connected with mine. Smooth pliant lips and a softly probing tongue taking possession, owning and controlling.A small whimper mewed up from my throat. Fuck. Lewis Tate was kissing me. And not only that he was one hell of a kisser. Gentle but firm and he tasted delicious; fresh and sexy and perhaps a hint of mint.I opened up and let him in. Searched for his tongue with mine and allowed him to set the pace and depth. Surely I was in the middle of a fantastic dream. How had I got so lucky to have such an incredible man kissing me?He kept a tight hold of my chin as he pulled away. “You’re so sweet,” he murmured, his downcast gaze searching my face. “So please don’t prove my instincts wrong.”“What instincts?” I was struggling to catch my breath, control the tremble in my belly.There was a sudden ping, the elevator jolted to a stop and the doors slid open.Lewis backed up rapidly, gripped the ends of the towel that was still around his neck and squared his stance.A waiter holding an ice-bucket stared in at us.“Good evening,” Lewis said, stepping out and past him.I followed, tightening my bag over my shoulder and avoiding the waiter’s curious stare. Surely he hadn’t seen Lewis pressing me against the wall and kissing me into oblivion. He’d stepped away by the time the doors slid open.Hadn’t he?I couldn’t ask him because our corridor was not deserted. Two maids were re-stocking trolleys and as we walked past them a guy in an England tracksuit bolted out of a room.“Ah, there you are, Tate. I was just coming to look for you. Do you want me to do those Achilles stretches now.”“Yeah, that would be great. I’ve just had that post-match swim you suggested.”“I thought that’s where you were, come on, let’s go in my room and get it done while the tendons are still loose and before it gets any later than it already is.”He re-opened his door and ushered Lewis in.Lewis didn’t give me a backward glance.

I hope you enjoyed that sneak preview - watch this space for more information on SCORED, it will be out very soon!

Have a wonderful weekend.
Lily x

New Release!! Stockholm Surrender.

Today I'm celebrating as Stockholm Surrender hits the virtual shelves at Ellora's Cave. I wrote this book for readers who asked for more after enjoying the sexy exploits of Ty and Penny in Stockholm Seduction. I'm sure it will hit the spot because its a crazy ride of infatuation, desperation and fantasies fulfilled, oh, and did I mention it has a splash of menage too!!!

Blurb


By popular reader request, the full-length story of what happens after Stockholm Seduction.

My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.
Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a steamy scene where Ty shares Penny with his best mate—lucky girl!
Excerpt
With my window letting in the sounds of the city, I spread my notes on my bed and tapped away on my netbook. The history of law was everyone’s most hated subject, but I knew the sooner I tackled it the better. Leaving it to the last minute would be crazy.
Eventually though, as darkness claimed the hall grounds and the lampposts flicked on, I decided to call it a day, or rather a night. I saved my work and flopped back on the bed. I would just stretch out for ten minutes before I got up to change and get ready for sleep.
But sleep wouldn’t wait, and before I knew it I felt myself drifting. Falling into a dark, dreamy world. My eyes were heavy, my breathing shallow. I let myself go—float into a world of thoughts and nothingness, white clouds and black sleep.
“Shh!”
There was tightness over my mouth and pressure over the entire length of my body. Whatever it was had squeezed the air from my lungs and was pinning me to the bed. I opened my eyes, panicked.
“Shh!” Ty said, his eyes wide and his nose practically touching mine.
Hastily, I nodded. Oh my god. Was I dreaming or was Ty really here, lying on the bed with me?
He hesitated then lifted his gloved hand from my mouth just a fraction. “You are going to keep quiet, aren’t you?”
“Yes, of course,” I whispered.
This was no dream.
“Good, ’cause I don’t want that copper who’s stalking you to come crashing in.”
“He won’t. I promise.”
Ty lifted up, reached over and shut the window. With a snap, he drew the curtains then pulled off his gloves.
“Is that how you got in?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Really, up the tree, and…” Something was different. I realized what it was. “Why has the lamppost gone off?”
“I tripped it, didn’t want anyone seeing me breaking into the foreign minister’s daughter’s bedroom.” He grinned naughtily.
“And did they?”
“No, I shouldn’t think so, not at three in the morning.”
“Three?” I glanced at my bedside clock. Sure enough, it was three a.m.
He chuckled and lay back down next to me. “I guess you got carried away with your studies. I used to be like that.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, don’t look so shocked, I have a first in sports science.” He touched his finger to the bald patch of my scalp and a rush of heated desire poured through me. “I know all about the human body,” he whispered, “and exactly what it needs to stay healthy and happy and…satisfied.”
Unable to suppress a whimper of pure lust, I slid my hand over his shoulders and tugged him closer. “I wish you would damn well give me some of the satisfaction I need.”
“You’re always so demanding, and so…damn…horny.” He touched his lips to mine, soft and gentle, his tongue peeking into my mouth and past my teeth to tangle and turn and explore. “Oh Jesus, Penny, you drive me crazy,” he murmured. “You do know that, don’t you?”
“Good, because that’s how you make me feel.”
He stroked down the column of my neck, dipping his fingertip into the hollow of my throat and down my sternum. “I want you so bad,” he said, “but there is something we have to do before we can be together.”
“What?” What could he possibly need to do other than put on a damn condom? His erection was growing by the second against my hip. All I needed was for him to get inside me like he had before. Thrust and grind and do that thing to my clit he was so bloody good at. Just the thought of it had me shivering.
“Wait,” he said, reaching behind himself.
Suddenly a tight strip of tape slapped over my mouth. Gone was the luscious kissing of moments ago and in its place foul plastic stickiness.
“Mmmph!” I managed, trying to project massive indignation with my eyes.
“It won’t take long.”
I tried to reach for the tape, intent on pulling it off, but he had both my hands harnessed in just one of his.
“Sit.” He pulled me upright, tugging at my sweater. “We need this off.”
His breaths were rapid and hot on my face as he moved his hands quickly and efficiently, freeing my arms from the sweater before swiftly dragging it over my head.
“Ah fuck, white,” he said, staring at my pretty lace bra. It had delicate scallop details over the rise of my small, pert breasts and a tiny pale-blue flower in the center between the cups. “White is my very favorite.” His voice was almost wistful.
“Mmmph!” I mumbled again. Why did I have this tape on? I said I wouldn’t shout for Roger. Why didn’t he believe me?
“Shh, shh, just for a minute, baby, just for a couple of minutes.” He stood, still holding my wrists tight, and nudged the straight-backed chair out from under my desk with his foot. “Up, come on, sit on here, quickly.” He glanced at the door.
As soon as I was on the chair he was behind me, wrapping what felt like cord around my wrists. I yanked but the binding was tight and attached me to the rungs.
“It’s okay,” he soothed by my ear, his breath warm and tickly. “It’s okay.” He slid his hand over my bare shoulder, tracing the strap of my bra right down to the cup.
I arched my spine, needing his touch so desperately. Ty in my fantasies would have his hands all over me by now. Ty in my fantasies would already be ravishing me until we were both desperately trying to muffle our screams and panting for breath.
But this wasn’t fantasy, this was real. Ty was really here, really tying me up again. And for god’s sake, why was this stuff on my mouth?
He poked his fingers into my bra and tweaked my nipple. I whimpered and fluttered my eyes shut. His caress sent sinful licks of wantonness raging though me.
“Damn it, Ty,” he muttered. “Think of James.” His body heat left me and the next thing I knew he was pulling off my jeans, exposing my tiny white thong. “Ah, fucking hell, what are you trying to do to me?” he groaned, wearing a very real expression of pain.
I couldn’t answer.
He reached back onto the bed for a small, brown leather rucksack. He delved into it and pulled out a newspaper and a camera.
“It’s yesterday’s,” he said. “But your father will still get the message.” He tilted his head and smirked lopsidedly. “The message that I can get to you whenever I want, wherever I want, bodyguard or no bodyguard.” Carefully he laid the newspaper on my lap. It was sort of folded up onto my belly so that the headline was visible. He took a step back and held up a small, silver digital camera. “I would say smile,” he said with a shrug, “but I guess it’s not appropriate.”
Appropriate!
That was the goddamn understatement of the year. Dad was really going to flip at this one. Me in my underwear, gagged, tied to a chair in my room with Roger snoozing outside, just a few feet away. The shit was really going to hit the fan. Big-time.
I heard the camera click once then Ty was back next to me. He folded up the paper and shoved it along with the camera into his bag.
“Mmmph,” I said, shifting on the chair.
“I’m sorry, so sorry,” he said, bending over me and peeling off the tape. It tugged and stung as it pulled my skin. “Baby, I’m sorry, I just needed to do that.” He shoved the tape into his bag too.
“For fuck’s sake,” I hissed. “That stuff is foul and what the hell are you playing at?”
He stooped and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
I allowed my mouth to become pliant and open, let him in to search and gently tease my tongue with his in slow, languid movements. He tasted divine, like fresh water, a hint of vanilla and turned-on man. As he kissed me reverently, indulgently, my irritation with him dissolved as though it were a spoonful of sugar in hot tea. This was what I’d been waiting for, this moment with Ty. The man I shouldn’t want but did. The man whose tenacity and loyalty I admired even though everyone else thought he was a brutish thug who should be hung, drawn and quartered.
“Ty,” I gasped. “Please, untie me.”
“Mmm, in a minute. I kinda like having you at my mercy.”
“I’ve noticed.”
He smiled, slow and sexy. “It gives me all kinds of dirty ideas.”




I hope Stockholm Surrender has tickled your fancy. If it has here is the buy link 
Of course you don't need to read Stockholm Seduction now as it is has become the prologue to Stockholm Surrender, but if you want to wet your appetite for FREE then click on the cover below.

Thanks so much for stopping by today.
Lily x

Josephine Myles "Handle with Care"

Blurb:


The best things in life aren’t free…they’re freely given.
Ben Lethbridge doesn’t have many vices left. After raising his little sister to adulthood, he wasted no time making up for the youth he lost to responsible parenting. Two years of partying it up—and ignoring his diabetes—has left him tethered to a home dialysis regimen.
He can do his job from his flat, fortunately, but most of his favourite things are forbidden. Except for DVD porn…and fantasizing over Ollie, the gorgeous, purple-haired skateboarder who delivers it.
Their banter is the highlight of Ben’s lonely day, but his illness-ravaged body is the cruel reality that prevents him from believing they’ll do anything more than flirt. Not to mention the age gap. Still, Ben figures there’s no harm in sprucing himself up a bit.
Then one day, a package accidentally splits open, revealing Ben’s dirty little secret…and an unexpected connection that leaves him wondering if he’s been reading Ollie wrong all this time. There’s only one way to find out: risk showing Ollie every last scar. And hope “far from perfect” is good enough for a chance at love.


Warning: Contains superhero porn comics and a cute, accident-prone delivery guy with colour-changing hair. Readers may experience coffee cravings, an unexpected liking for bad mullets, and the urge to wrap Ollie up and take him home.




Excerpt:


“Hey there,” Ollie said when I opened the door, that million-watt grin lighting up his face again. “Like the hair. Got another one of these for you.”
“Thanks.” I tried to kick-start my mouth into saying something interesting, but it refused to cooperate and decided it wanted to dry out instead. I suppose it was slightly less embarrassing than drooling over him. In an effort not to stare, I forced my gaze away and fixed it on the front garden next door. There was only a low, brick wall separating my spartan, gravel driveway with Mrs. Felpersham’s garden, but it was like another world over there. She’d crammed it full of blowsy pink flowers, a wooden wishing well and more garden gnomes than you could shake a stick at. Those gnomes always gave me the heebie-jeebies, but at least there were plenty to keep my eyes occupied at times like this.
“Oh, sweet! I’ve got that exact same T-shirt! ’Course, mine’s a bit smaller.” Ollie started bouncing up and down on his heels, and I wanted to lick him all over, he looked so appealing. At that thought, despite being full of dialysate, I felt my cock starting to stir. It’s a good thing I was in the XXX-Large version of the Wolverine shirt. Still, I leant forward a little just to make sure nothing showed.
My mind got stuck on the idea of how much I wanted to see him in that T-shirt and then out of it. I started to worry that I was going to blurt it out by accident, so I kept my mouth firmly shut. I must have looked like a right stuck-up twat. Didn’t seem to bother Ollie, though.
“I should bring some of those comics round for you to read. It would be good to have someone to chat about them with. Most of my other friends think I’m nuts, you know?”
What? Otherfriends? Did that mean he considered me a friend? We’d only known each other for a few weeks. I realised I needed to speak, and fast, if I wasn’t to make a terrible impression and get struck off that friends list.
“Yeah, uh, great. I mean, I’d like that, if you don’t mind lending your stuff to a stranger.” Great. Now I’d called myself a stranger when he was trying to be friendly.
“Nah, it’s cool. I know where you live, after all.” He gave me another huge grin that made his cheeks dimple. It really wasn’t fair. No one should be allowed to be that cute.


Author Bio:


English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. She’s beginning to suspect he enjoys it.


Jo’s website: http://josephinemyles.com/
Email: josephine_myles@yahoo.co.uk
Blog: http://josephinemyles.com/blog/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/josephine.myles
Twitter: @JosephineMyles

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Sunday Snog - Stockholm Seduction

Welcome to Sunday Snog and the first day of Blisse Kiss Spring Fling. Keep reading, leave a comment and you could win my new release Stockholm Surrender!!


Stockholm Surrender  is due to hit the virtual shelves on May 9th. Here is a snog from Stockholm Seduction - now the prologue to the full length novel of what happens to Penny after Ty disappears into the Australian outback with a promise to seek her out again.


SNOG - 

I groaned and my eyes fluttered shut. “Please,” I said, desperate for more. I shouldn’t find his domination such a turn-on. I knew I shouldn’t, it was wrong—it was sexy as hell. “Please what?” he growled.“Please...touch me.” His mouth suddenly rammed down on mine in a hard, urgent, open-mouthed kiss. Our tongues connected in a frantic dance. His hands were wild, as though he wanted to touch me everywhere at once but didn’t know where to start.I arched into him. Knowing I was totally at his mercy and desperate to take what I could, whilst I could. I wrapped my legs around his and writhed beneath his big, powerful body as it overtook mine. He kissed down my neck and pulled aside my bikini top, exposing my small, excited breasts. “I’d been wondering,” he said breathlessly, “on the beach, what color your nipples were. I couldn’t decide between chocolate brown and petal pink.” He leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth. Created a long, hard suction as he cupped the surrounding flesh and nibbled the tight, delicate bud straining for his touch. “Mmm, delicious,” he said, licking his way across my chest. “The perfect red-cherry-drop, sweet and hard and great for sucking.” He latched on to my right nipple and treated it to the same heavenly suction. I groaned in delight as my insides liquefied and my legs dropped back to the bed. He kissed down my stomach, tapped his tongue into my navel and curled his fingers into the waistband of my bikini. I wanted to run my hands through his floppy hair, encourage him on, but I couldn’t—I was anchored to the headboard. 



Here is the blurb for Stockholm Seduction


I was having a fabulous extended gap year in Oz. Sun, sea, sand and seriously hot surfers rolling in on every wave. Mmm, what could possibly be better?

But then I was taken…taken against my will. Stolen like a prized object. I was tied up, held for ransom. I didn’t know if I would survive, if I would walk away alive. And then, to top it all off, I was tortured in the sweetest, most delicious, most sensual way imaginable.

That was when I realized my fun down under had only just begun.

And the blurb for Stockholm Surrender

My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!

He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.

Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.


Reader Advisory: This book contains a steamy scene where Ty shares Penny with his best mate—lucky girl!

Don't forget, Stockholm Surrender is out this week at Ellora's Cave. Here is the buy page for this raunchy romance and it includes a link to a sexy excerpt.


However leave me a comment here (don't forget to leave your email addy) and next weekend I will pick a winner at random and send on over a pdf of Stockholm Surrender.
Thanks so much for stopping by this special Sunday Snog. Have a great weekend.
Lily x

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Sunday Snog - Thief

This weeks snog comes from Thief - a full length novel available at Total-E-Bound as an e-book and in print.


Blurb

Kat uses her female charm and womanly attributes to pinch elite cars for her unscrupulous boss, Carlos. But when John Taylor becomes her latest hit, Kat finds herself at the receiving end of a gentle, expert seduction by a man who’s not all he appears.

Despite their night of passion, Kat has no choice but to take John’s car—Carlos knows where she lives. What she doesn’t bargain on is so does John!

In a week of sex and danger, honesty and kink, the immoral couple become inextricably tangled in one another’s lives. Emotions and desires reach boiling point as they push each other to their limits in and out of the bedroom.

Can each handle the other and will they ever be able to trust one another enough to open their hearts?





Kat looked up. He wore a soft expression, but she could see hot flames of desire licking through his dark irises. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and pushed a hand over his harshly cut hair. She wondered if there was a glimmer of uncertainty in his face, but it shot away before she had chance to examine it.


She stood, hesitated then walked towards him. It seemed she had to be the one to go to him; he wasn’t going to throw himself on her. It was sweet in a way. If they’d been two normal people about to get it together with no hidden agenda, it would have even have been romantic.


He smiled down at her when she stopped right in front of him. “I’m nice, Kat, really I am. It’s risky for a woman picking up a guy in a bar, but you’re okay with me... I promise.”


“I know.” She looked into the depths of his eyes.


“Good.” He hooked a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face to his. “Because it’s going to be a night to remember...just fun stuff, okay?” He bent his head and pressed his mouth against her lips. He tasted of whisky—oaks and barrels, heavy and mature. When he probed into her mouth, she felt like he was tentatively offering a part of himself.


She opened up. Gentle and exploring, he delved deeper. He was one hell of a kisser, and despite her normal aversion to tongue action, Kat found herself wanting more, wanting him to fill her mouth with his taste and his offerings.


He pulled back, slightly out of breath, and dropped his finger from her chin. “God, you’re delicious,” he said then leant back in. This time he wrapped his arms around her body, encased her in muscle and wedged her against his rock hard chest then set about devouring her mouth all over again.


Kat sent her hands between their bodies and tugged at the metal button of his fly. May as well get to it, get him satisfied and into a deep sleep so she could take her payment and keep Carlos happy.


“Hey, Pussy Cat, what’s the rush?” He reached down for her hands, gripped her wrists and pulled them up.


“I want you,” Kat murmured and pushed onto tiptoes to reach another kiss.

“I want you, too, but we’ve got all night.” He tipped his head to nuzzle her stretched neck. “I want to savour every tiny bit of your gorgeous body, enjoy having a woman in my bed for the first time in...well, a while. Then, after we’ve come together, we’re going to do it all over again.”


Kat felt a shiver sizzle to her nerve endings. She didn’t know if it was his tender little kisses or his deep, confident voice deciding how their night was going to be. But whatever it was, it had her buzzing in a way she never had before with a hit. 
Buzzing in a place which didn’t normally buzz except when she gave it attention herself.


“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear, his hands already placed on her shoulders and exerting gentle pressure.


Kat let her arms hang limply at her side and did as he asked. 


Her sleek mane of hair appeared over her right shoulder as he scooped it from her nape to gain access to the zip of her dress. 


She felt a tug, heard a quiet whiz and became aware of the material loosening around her ribs and hips. His hands came back up to the small straps on her shoulders, and he slid them off. The dress crumpled in a heap at her feet.


Kat looked down. She was wearing all black underwear, a good solid bra to support her double-Fs, a lacy thong, and fishnet hold ups. She’d had no intention of getting them on show. She’d worn them for her own pleasure, but now she was glad she was a girl who liked to be prepared, a girl who had a penchant for luxury undies.


“Step out,” he ordered from his crouched position by her ankles.


Obediently, she moved her three-inch heels and let him lift the dress from the floor. He straightened, stepped past her to the sofa and laid it over the arm as if it was the most delicate fabric he’d ever handled. He walked back over and stood directly behind her again.


Silence


She waited.


He was so close yet he wasn’t touching her. He didn’t utter a word. His body heat blasted her bare back and buttocks. The steady stream of his deep breaths washed over her neck and shoulders and tickled like a summer breeze.


She went to turn, wanting to see what expression was playing on his rugged features, but the second she started to twist, pressure was applied to her shoulders as he urged her to look at the doorway to the kitchen again—the kitchen where his keys lay on the counter, waiting for her.

“You have beautiful skin,” he said quietly. “It’s flawless—honey and silk.”


Kat was about to reply when a swarm of butterflies floated down her neck, kisses so delicate she had no choice but to flutter her eyes and mouth shut. She felt the increasing warmth from his body on her naked skin and his deeply male scent surrounded her like a soft cashmere blanket. An involuntary sigh trickled from her lips.


Fingertips lighter than fairy steps danced down the bones of her spine until they reached her bra strap. The temperature and pressure increased as he undid the small hooks. Kat felt the full weight of her breasts suddenly hang heavily down. He glided the straps down her arms and she heard it fall to the floor. She dropped her head. The flesh of her breasts looked translucent, veined under the direct beam of the overhead bulb. Her nipples were milk chocolate circles, every bump and wrinkle exposed as they peaked in the cool night air.


A dart of desire shot from her rib wall through the weighty flesh and collected in her nipples as she studied herself. John was back behind her, but she knew it was just looking at herself that was creating the hot circle of sensitivity—she was sure of it. It had nothing to do with him.


A stubbly chin scratched gently into her temple. “You okay?” he asked, looking down at her body from the same angle she was.


“Yes.”


“Sure?” His hands slid round her waist, big fingers practically meeting over the gentle curve of her belly as his thumbs touched in the dip of her lower back. He rubbed his thumbs up and down, soothing, reassuring, and a well of tension dissolved in the hollow of her spine she hadn’t even known was there. She rested backwards onto him. He felt so solid and warm, a gentle giant. Okay, so she was going to steal from him soon, spectacularly, but there was no harm in revelling in the feeling of being looked after, cherished. It was a feeling that rarely came her way.


“I’m fine,” she whispered.


“Just fine?” He lifted a hand from her waist and let the thick knuckle of his thumb brush her left nipple, just once, very lightly.

Instantly the little branch of her areola shot out, straining for another touch, begging for it. The weight in her breasts doubled with an unfamiliar feeling of longing. She wanted him to touch the other nipple, wanted him to cover them both with his big hard hands. Every nerve in her chest was crying out for it.


“Better than fine...” she managed. She watched, fascinated, as he moved his hand to her right breast and slowly took the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Very gently, he rolled it to a tense point. The skin puckered and strained further into a slight twist.


She sucked in another deep breath. The response her body was having to his touch was electric, like nothing she’d ever felt before. This was no quick drunken grope; this was her body being worshipped, indulged. John’s delicate touch was making her knees weak and her stomach clench. She pressed back farther into him, glad of his support as he switched his attentions to her already excited left nipple.


She should just get out of the flat; these feelings were getting too intense. This wasn’t the plan. Why wasn’t he behaving like the other five hits she’d had to sleep with to get their cars? 
Then it had been ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’—all over and done within minutes. A drunken post-coital sleep, and she’d been free to take whatever her light fingers desired.


She spun in his arms, an excuse to leave forming in her mouth. “I...I ought to...”


His dark brows knitted together.


“I...I...really should...should...” Kat frowned in frustration at her ineloquence; she never suffered from stuttering or a lack of excuses.


“What’s up?” he asked as he bent an arm over his shoulder, fisted his black T-shirt and scraped it over his head in one smooth movement. It landed on the floor by her bra, instantly forgotten, as were Kat’s excuses. The sight of his wide chest, carpeted with dark coils of hair which trailed to the loose waistband of his jeans had her thoughts of running fleeing to the hills.


Since her head only reached his chin, she was face to face with glorious maleness, and his musky, slightly salty scent hit her full on. She had a sudden, overwhelming desire to push her straining, hungry nipples into the scratchy hair of his chest. She was desperate to know what it would feel like.


“Relax,” he said, twining his fingers into her hair and cradling the back of her skull with his palm. “It’s all good, I promise.” 










Reviews for Thief


Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"Thief is fast paced, contemporary erotic romance that combines a large dose of lust with a bit of  intrigue. John and Kat’s characters are very well developed and bring so much life into this story. John is clearly an Alpha male who has done so much good that you don't want to blame him for his current crimes. I wanted John to meet someone who would ease his loneliness and take his mind off his injury. Kat is a pistol! I loved her for her quick wit even though she was not using it wisely. When John and Kat come together the sexual sparks are off the chart. As John and Kat continue to find ways to stay safe, yet outwit each other, the story moves along at a nice pace. The sexual scenes border from gentle loving to hot, take no prisoners, steamy. I loved each and every sex scene. The secondary characters are few, which focused more of the story on John and Kat. I really enjoyed Thief and will miss the antics of John and Kat."

 Literary Nymphs

"Thief" is more than I expected it to be and the main characters’ antics towards each other never ceased to amaze me. This is a very good contemporary story of how two people with heavily burdened pasts can find mutual happiness and learn to trust each other, at the same time. This book by Ms. Harlem is the first for me, and she did a great job of spinning a tale of what can happen when you put together two personalities that clashed."

Miz Love Loves Books

If you like your characters to fall in love but battle with one another every step of the way, you’ll love Thief. A cool plot, great dialogue, funny moments, and lots of sexual tension. What more could you ask for?


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Mischief at Harper Collins

I am absolutely thrilled to announce that Natalie Dae (Emmy Ellis) and I have been offered a contract for our next co-author at publishing giant Harper Collins. Our book will be part of their new digital first range called Mischief which is erotic romance and erotica.
Check Mischief out here there's free books on offer at the moment!!
Can't tell you much about our erotic novella yet other than it has a planned release date of December 2012 and this picture inspired it! 


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