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April 26, 2012
Beautiful Obsession by Juniper Bell
Hot off the press is Beautiful Obsession by the awesome Juniper Bell. I completely adore all of Juniper's books and I am sure this one will be yet another fantastic addition to her impressive and seriously hot collection.
Blurb
Jack Cartwright has put his wild sexual side firmly in the past so he can focus on his graduate studies. All he wants is to finish his thesis. But the appearance of three mysterious students in a neighboring suite throws his careful plans into chaos. Especially when he catches the three of them together…in bed.
Clare, Luc and Rob have a highly unusual relationship. Friends since childhood, the two boys rescued Clare from unimaginable horrors. They’ve been her protectors ever since, and something more. But Clare can’t stop thinking about the sexy, smoldering resident advisor down the hall, and what fierce urges might be hiding behind his controlled exterior.
Now Jack’s dark sexual needs threaten to derail his career as the irresistible threesome lures him into their secret erotic world. But when obsession takes hold, rules don’t stand a chance.
Reader Advisory: Contains m/m/f/m, anal play and other activities not usually associated with an Ivy League institution.
Excerpt
First glimpse
Adams House Dining Hall—Earlton University
A flash of clear gray shone in a sea of jeans and many shades of black—like the first wink of a star in a familiar night sky.Eyes. Gorgeous, mysterious eyes that sent a shaft of shocking lust straight to Jack’s groin. Squinting, he searched for those remarkable eyes again but the students had shifted position and that compelling moonbeam glance was gone.
Jack shook it off as a silly hallucination and joined the cafeteria line. He tuned out the din of “What’s your major? What’d you do over the summer?” chatter. Delving back into the question of Spartan law that had come up during a stubborn chapter of his thesis, he barely noticed what food the server handed him. It wasn’t until he scanned the crowded tables to find a seat that he saw her again. Her face came into sudden, stunning focus, like a camera snap-zooming on the most interesting image in the room.
Those eyes. Secretive, misty gray, one slightly more tilted than the other, as if an artist had deliberately included a flaw to distract from her oval-faced, Madonna-like perfection. Her hair was a dark spill down her back, with a careless pin holding it away from her face. She wore a white sleeveless blouse that revealed arms that were slim to the point of thinness. Her pale skin stood out among the students sunburned from their summer breaks. Her lips were far too full for her mouth, almost embarrassingly generous and erotic. One corner of her mouth curled inward, as if it had a scar. She sat close to the guy beside her and looked nervously around the dining hall with its arched windows and wall sconces. Her friend was big, brawny, walnut haired, silent. His fork looked as if it might break in his hand.
They must be new to Adams House. Sophomores or transfers from another house. Boyfriend and girlfriend, no doubt.
His cock surged. He fiddled with his tray as he ruthlessly willed away his erection. He’d gotten used to burying his sexual needs under research and grades and thesis chapters. His life was about graduate school now, not sex.
He forced himself to look away, spotted another graduate student waving him over, and brushed past the girl’s table. Damn if he was going to let a sexy student get to him. He knew better than that.
The Inane Scrawlings of Clare Gaston, AKA My Diary—September 15
Today Jack Cartwright walked past our table in the dining hall. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hands. I actually wanted to be the cafeteria tray. Ridiculous but true! His hands would be on me, then maybe on my hips, maybe on my thighs. I wouldn’t mind if he carried me naked through the dining hall and ate off my body. I’d want him to. That’s how crazy this is making me, has been since I first laid eyes on him.
J has the best hands I’ve ever seen. The palms themselves are broad and strong as a stonemason’s—that tray looked like a postage stamp, I swear. But the fingers look sensitive. I bet he knows just what he’s doing. I want to know what he knows. I want to feel what he knows on my body. Through osmosis. Which rhymes with neurosis. And diagnosis.
My epic saga class is paying off. I’m getting good at thinking up rhymes.
Diagnosis: obsession.
Wow, great stuff! If you want to find out more about Juniper then head over to her website.
Have a great day.
Lily x
Blurb
Jack Cartwright has put his wild sexual side firmly in the past so he can focus on his graduate studies. All he wants is to finish his thesis. But the appearance of three mysterious students in a neighboring suite throws his careful plans into chaos. Especially when he catches the three of them together…in bed.
Clare, Luc and Rob have a highly unusual relationship. Friends since childhood, the two boys rescued Clare from unimaginable horrors. They’ve been her protectors ever since, and something more. But Clare can’t stop thinking about the sexy, smoldering resident advisor down the hall, and what fierce urges might be hiding behind his controlled exterior.
Now Jack’s dark sexual needs threaten to derail his career as the irresistible threesome lures him into their secret erotic world. But when obsession takes hold, rules don’t stand a chance.
Reader Advisory: Contains m/m/f/m, anal play and other activities not usually associated with an Ivy League institution.
Excerpt
First glimpse
Adams House Dining Hall—Earlton University
A flash of clear gray shone in a sea of jeans and many shades of black—like the first wink of a star in a familiar night sky.Eyes. Gorgeous, mysterious eyes that sent a shaft of shocking lust straight to Jack’s groin. Squinting, he searched for those remarkable eyes again but the students had shifted position and that compelling moonbeam glance was gone.
Jack shook it off as a silly hallucination and joined the cafeteria line. He tuned out the din of “What’s your major? What’d you do over the summer?” chatter. Delving back into the question of Spartan law that had come up during a stubborn chapter of his thesis, he barely noticed what food the server handed him. It wasn’t until he scanned the crowded tables to find a seat that he saw her again. Her face came into sudden, stunning focus, like a camera snap-zooming on the most interesting image in the room.
Those eyes. Secretive, misty gray, one slightly more tilted than the other, as if an artist had deliberately included a flaw to distract from her oval-faced, Madonna-like perfection. Her hair was a dark spill down her back, with a careless pin holding it away from her face. She wore a white sleeveless blouse that revealed arms that were slim to the point of thinness. Her pale skin stood out among the students sunburned from their summer breaks. Her lips were far too full for her mouth, almost embarrassingly generous and erotic. One corner of her mouth curled inward, as if it had a scar. She sat close to the guy beside her and looked nervously around the dining hall with its arched windows and wall sconces. Her friend was big, brawny, walnut haired, silent. His fork looked as if it might break in his hand.
They must be new to Adams House. Sophomores or transfers from another house. Boyfriend and girlfriend, no doubt.
His cock surged. He fiddled with his tray as he ruthlessly willed away his erection. He’d gotten used to burying his sexual needs under research and grades and thesis chapters. His life was about graduate school now, not sex.
He forced himself to look away, spotted another graduate student waving him over, and brushed past the girl’s table. Damn if he was going to let a sexy student get to him. He knew better than that.
The Inane Scrawlings of Clare Gaston, AKA My Diary—September 15
Today Jack Cartwright walked past our table in the dining hall. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hands. I actually wanted to be the cafeteria tray. Ridiculous but true! His hands would be on me, then maybe on my hips, maybe on my thighs. I wouldn’t mind if he carried me naked through the dining hall and ate off my body. I’d want him to. That’s how crazy this is making me, has been since I first laid eyes on him.
J has the best hands I’ve ever seen. The palms themselves are broad and strong as a stonemason’s—that tray looked like a postage stamp, I swear. But the fingers look sensitive. I bet he knows just what he’s doing. I want to know what he knows. I want to feel what he knows on my body. Through osmosis. Which rhymes with neurosis. And diagnosis.
My epic saga class is paying off. I’m getting good at thinking up rhymes.
Diagnosis: obsession.
Wow, great stuff! If you want to find out more about Juniper then head over to her website.
Have a great day.
Lily x
When One Is Not Enough
Please join me over at the menage blog where I am chatting about my trip to the London Book Fair last week.
Lily x
Lily x
April 25, 2012
Lapiz Lazuli – The Leigh Clark Collection
From fetishistic and rough, to sapphic or sweet, this anthology of eight hand-picked dirty stories spans the whole erotica range.
If stories of frantic, sensual lovemaking excite you, Lapiz Lazuli is guaranteed to grab your attention.
These short stories explore the sensual delights of sex; whether it is a quick romp in a hallway, the caress of a razorblade, the helpless sensation of rough sex or a furtive public holiday experience, arousing accounts and unabashed tales of kinky sex await!
Available from:
All Romance E-Books.
Amazon.co.uk
Amazon.com
Barnes and Noble
Sony
*****
Lapiz Lazuli
The day’s first customers were a pair of forty-something women, sisters from the look of them, one heading for the airport after a visit—you can always tell out-of-towners by their clothes. I was still pinning on my ‘Caroline’ badge when they walked in. Nobody calls me Caroline but it’s company policy to have full names on badges—I’m Carrie to my friends, I made their skinny macchiatos and half-listened in to them as I continued setting the counter up for the commuter rush.
“It was lovely to see you,” said the one with the city clothes. “But it will be nice to have the place to ourselves again.”
Out-of-town sister scowled. “I didn’t realise I was such a bad guest.”
“Honey, you’re not. But tonight, me and Tom … well, we want our privacy.” Town-sister played with a chunky lapis lazuli and silver ring on a chain around her neck. She looked good for her age, and happy with it.
Out-of-town smiled. “After six years, are you two still romping?”
“Six years last month and still spending as much time in bed as out of it. Look what he gave me for our anniversary.” Town sister held out the ring.
“Very … pretty.”
I could tell out-of-town was as unimpressed as me. Cheap gift or what?
“The chain’s platinum,” said townie, looking smug. “But the ring … now that’s the best gift I’ve ever had.”
She so wanted her sister to ask why, and I so wanted to hear the answer, that I nearly asked her myself.
“Why?” said out-of-town.
“Well …” town-girl leaned over the table and I had to strain my ears to hear. “I wouldn’t tell anybody else this, but I’ve always told you everything … I like a little pain with my pleasure. Know what I mean?”
Out-of-town looked puzzled, but I knew what she meant, did I ever!
“You know!” Town-sister blushed. “A little slap, a little bite, something to push you over the edge into …” She put her hand on her chest, fingers splayed, and threw her head back, panting. It was a pretty good impression of orgasm I’ll admit – very When Harry Met Sally. Now her sister blushed and laughed.
Town sister continued, “Well Tom doesn’t like to hurt me, but he sure likes to make me happy, that kind of happy. So this ring, see, with all its bumps and lumps? Well when I wear it around my neck, Tom knows that the same evening I’m going to slide it onto his finger and he’s going to press it against my …” she paused and lowered her voice even more. “… my love button, when we make love.”
Love button! It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Did people still talk like that? But I looked at that ring, with its deep blue knobbly surface and imagined how cold it must be, and how hard, and my knees became so weak I had to hang on to the counter.
The sisters left, chatting and laughing, and the morning coffee addicts began to roll in, but I didn’t forget what I’d heard.
That weekend I took Doug shopping at the Flea Market.
“What are we doing here, Carrie?” he asked, looking at the stalls. But I’d already seen what I wanted on a table laden with semi-precious stones and costume jewellery. A big ring, with a greeny-grey, nubby, softly-contoured stone that the seller told me was moss agate. It fit Doug’s middle finger perfectly.
April 24, 2012
Stockholm Surrender
I am thrilled to announce that Stockholm Surrender, the full length novel to accompany my FREE short story Stockholm Seduction, will be released at Ellora's Cave on the 9th of May.
Blurb
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.”
If you want to have some steamy fun with Penny and Ty right now the prologue is available as a short FREE story and will definitely get you in the mood...
Blurb
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.
Have a great day
Lily x
BlurbMy 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.”
If you want to have some steamy fun with Penny and Ty right now the prologue is available as a short FREE story and will definitely get you in the mood...
Blurb
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.
Have a great day
Lily x
April 22, 2012
Sunday Snog - Girl on Girl!
Welcome to Sunday Snog! This week it's a smooch from my novella Escape to the Country.
I don't often write F/F but in this book anything goes!! M/F, F/F, M/M, F/F/M, F/M/F the list goes on but you get my drift.
Blurb
London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.Who would have thought he’d be into that? Who would have thought ‘that’ would have her buzzing from head to toe?
I have had some great reviews for this book which has pleased me immensely and you can check them out on my review page.
Here's the snog!
I wandered into the kitchen with the stack of plates nestled against my white vest. “Oh, bloody hell,” I muttered as I piled them next to the sink. A line of red sauce had bled from the plates to my top. “Do you mind if I go and change?” I said, turning to Jane. “Go ahead.” She smiled. “It’ll take a few minutes for the ice cream to soften anyway. I wandered up the narrow staircase and into the bedroom Tim and I were sharing. It was a cute room with sloping ceilings and a small wardrobe built into the far wall. Everything was floral—the carpet, the wallpaper, the bedding. A total overload of flowers of every different size, shape and colour, but somehow, it worked, and I was looking forward to sleeping on the cast iron bed and waking up to the sound of birds. I changed my top to a small green vest which hugged my breasts tighter than the other one, but still went with my white gypsy skirt. I re-glossed my lips, added a squirt of perfume and ran a brush through my curls.Heading onto the landing, I noticed the room at the end of the corridor was still in darkness. The door was pushed up, nearly but not quite shut. I was about to turn away when I heard a long low groan my curiosity simply couldn’t ignore. It was a deep belly noise, like an uncontrolled spasm from a vibrating chest. I stepped silently up to the door. Flicked my head across the gap and tried not to think how mortified I’d be if anyone caught me nosing in darkened rooms. My eyes widened as my head filled with the scene looming out of the dimness. Matt stood with his back pressed against the far wall, his jeans heaped around his ankles, head tipped towards the ceiling and eyes screwed tight shut. Kneeling before him was Carl. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Carl, and I knew what he was doing to Matt. Matt’s hands were locked over Carl’s ears, moving his head backwards and forwards in time with the frantic thrusts of his hips. “Shit, yes, that’s it,” he said like a hiss from a punctured tyre. “Get fucking ready for it.” Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. That phrase ran through my head twenty times a second for the next two seconds. I really hadn’t seen that coming. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. Matt’s head levelled and his shoulders hunched forward. His lips pulled back in an animal-like snarl and he froze with his hips pushed deep against Carl’s face. Quickly, I stepped away. After he’d finished coming down Carl’s throat, Matt would open his eyes and see me watching from the doorway. I didn’t know which one of us would be the most mortified—me probably. I turned and came face to face with Jane.“Hi, Annie,” she said quietly. “I came to see if you needed to borrow a top.”
“I...I... No, I’m fine, thanks.” I struggled to drag in a breath. Her gaze slipped to my chest. My breasts were heaving like mounds of jelly and the wobbling flesh threatened to spill over its containment.
“I like that top better than the other one,” she said, her eyes not moving from where they’d settled.“I...just... Shall we go and sort out dessert?” I was keen to get her away from the image of her husband getting a blow job from another man. “No, I think we’ll stay up here.” She lifted a stray curl from my breast and held it between her thumb and index finger. “I like it up here, just you and me.” My skin ignited where her fingertip had brushed my flesh, and as she coiled the strand of hair around her finger with delicate, precise movements, I had to lean my back against the coolness of the wall for support. She placed the lock on my shoulder, and very gently, her finger traced over the strap of my vest top as if smoothing it neat. “Don’t worry about them.” She nodded at the bedroom where Matt and Carl could be heard shuffling about. “They always do that between main and dessert.” “They do?” My eyes saucered, and my mind whirled. “And you don’t mind?” “Hell, no.” She stepped closer and I was forced to tip my head up to look at her face. “It means I can do exactly what I want, with who I want, and Matt can’t say a thing. Not one little, teeny, tiny complaint.” The shiny pink tip of her tongue caressed the corner of her mouth. “Oh.” I thought she was going to kiss me. She was so close I could see every tiny freckle on her face. Her grey eyes were studying my mouth and her toes were touching mine. I licked my lips and buckled my knees. “Do you have that kind of relationship with Tim?” she asked.“He and Matt used to share everything, you know?”
“They did?”“Yes, nothing was out of bounds.”
“It wasn’t?”
“They even shared me sometimes.”
“Oh.” How did I feel about knowing Tim had slept with Jane? I played the scene in my head, like a movie, and decided there was only one overwhelming feeling, jealousy. But I wasn’t jealous of Jane getting it off with my boyfriend. I was jealous that Tim had been inside Jane. He knew what she felt like, what noises she made when she came, where she liked to be touched. I was insanely jealous that he’d done what I wanted to do right this minute.Our heads moved closer. I licked my lips, so did she. Closer still. The next thing I knew, her mouth was pressing on mine and mine was parting for hers. Who’d instigated it I had no idea. Her hot tongue probed past my teeth and swept around. I opened up farther, invited her in and relished my first time kissing a woman. Her lips were pliant and gentle, but there was urgency and confidence in them. I dipped my tongue into her mouth and delighted in her sweet, white wine flavour. I ran my hands over the flimsy silken material of her red dress and down her spine. Travelled onto her behind and over the tops of her thighs, smoothing the silk and absorbing heat from taut, gym-honed flesh. She let out a tiny whimper and leant her body forward, pressing me against the wall with her chest and hips. Her perfect breasts landed above mine and her hip bones pinned me in place. Her roaming hands caught in my mop of hair and she cradled the back of my skull as she pulled her mouth back an inch. “Let’s take this into your room,” she said on a charged outward breath. “Now, Annie.” The way she pronounced my name, dripping with lust, sent extra currents of energy pumping to my clit, I was going to have sex with Jane. It was the only thing that could possibly happen next. I was going to touch her gorgeous body all over, feel her writhe beneath my fingers. I was determined to find out how she looked and sounded when she came. I pressed my hand into the small of her back and practically shoved her into my room. My heart thudded like a jungle drum and my pussy contracted in anticipation. I shut the door with a quite click and turned to face her.
Have a great Sunday.
Lily x
I don't often write F/F but in this book anything goes!! M/F, F/F, M/M, F/F/M, F/M/F the list goes on but you get my drift.
Blurb
London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.Who would have thought he’d be into that? Who would have thought ‘that’ would have her buzzing from head to toe?
I have had some great reviews for this book which has pleased me immensely and you can check them out on my review page.
Here's the snog!
I wandered into the kitchen with the stack of plates nestled against my white vest. “Oh, bloody hell,” I muttered as I piled them next to the sink. A line of red sauce had bled from the plates to my top. “Do you mind if I go and change?” I said, turning to Jane. “Go ahead.” She smiled. “It’ll take a few minutes for the ice cream to soften anyway. I wandered up the narrow staircase and into the bedroom Tim and I were sharing. It was a cute room with sloping ceilings and a small wardrobe built into the far wall. Everything was floral—the carpet, the wallpaper, the bedding. A total overload of flowers of every different size, shape and colour, but somehow, it worked, and I was looking forward to sleeping on the cast iron bed and waking up to the sound of birds. I changed my top to a small green vest which hugged my breasts tighter than the other one, but still went with my white gypsy skirt. I re-glossed my lips, added a squirt of perfume and ran a brush through my curls.Heading onto the landing, I noticed the room at the end of the corridor was still in darkness. The door was pushed up, nearly but not quite shut. I was about to turn away when I heard a long low groan my curiosity simply couldn’t ignore. It was a deep belly noise, like an uncontrolled spasm from a vibrating chest. I stepped silently up to the door. Flicked my head across the gap and tried not to think how mortified I’d be if anyone caught me nosing in darkened rooms. My eyes widened as my head filled with the scene looming out of the dimness. Matt stood with his back pressed against the far wall, his jeans heaped around his ankles, head tipped towards the ceiling and eyes screwed tight shut. Kneeling before him was Carl. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Carl, and I knew what he was doing to Matt. Matt’s hands were locked over Carl’s ears, moving his head backwards and forwards in time with the frantic thrusts of his hips. “Shit, yes, that’s it,” he said like a hiss from a punctured tyre. “Get fucking ready for it.” Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. That phrase ran through my head twenty times a second for the next two seconds. I really hadn’t seen that coming. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. Matt’s head levelled and his shoulders hunched forward. His lips pulled back in an animal-like snarl and he froze with his hips pushed deep against Carl’s face. Quickly, I stepped away. After he’d finished coming down Carl’s throat, Matt would open his eyes and see me watching from the doorway. I didn’t know which one of us would be the most mortified—me probably. I turned and came face to face with Jane.“Hi, Annie,” she said quietly. “I came to see if you needed to borrow a top.”
“I...I... No, I’m fine, thanks.” I struggled to drag in a breath. Her gaze slipped to my chest. My breasts were heaving like mounds of jelly and the wobbling flesh threatened to spill over its containment.
“I like that top better than the other one,” she said, her eyes not moving from where they’d settled.“I...just... Shall we go and sort out dessert?” I was keen to get her away from the image of her husband getting a blow job from another man. “No, I think we’ll stay up here.” She lifted a stray curl from my breast and held it between her thumb and index finger. “I like it up here, just you and me.” My skin ignited where her fingertip had brushed my flesh, and as she coiled the strand of hair around her finger with delicate, precise movements, I had to lean my back against the coolness of the wall for support. She placed the lock on my shoulder, and very gently, her finger traced over the strap of my vest top as if smoothing it neat. “Don’t worry about them.” She nodded at the bedroom where Matt and Carl could be heard shuffling about. “They always do that between main and dessert.” “They do?” My eyes saucered, and my mind whirled. “And you don’t mind?” “Hell, no.” She stepped closer and I was forced to tip my head up to look at her face. “It means I can do exactly what I want, with who I want, and Matt can’t say a thing. Not one little, teeny, tiny complaint.” The shiny pink tip of her tongue caressed the corner of her mouth. “Oh.” I thought she was going to kiss me. She was so close I could see every tiny freckle on her face. Her grey eyes were studying my mouth and her toes were touching mine. I licked my lips and buckled my knees. “Do you have that kind of relationship with Tim?” she asked.“He and Matt used to share everything, you know?”
“They did?”“Yes, nothing was out of bounds.”
“It wasn’t?”
“They even shared me sometimes.”
“Oh.” How did I feel about knowing Tim had slept with Jane? I played the scene in my head, like a movie, and decided there was only one overwhelming feeling, jealousy. But I wasn’t jealous of Jane getting it off with my boyfriend. I was jealous that Tim had been inside Jane. He knew what she felt like, what noises she made when she came, where she liked to be touched. I was insanely jealous that he’d done what I wanted to do right this minute.Our heads moved closer. I licked my lips, so did she. Closer still. The next thing I knew, her mouth was pressing on mine and mine was parting for hers. Who’d instigated it I had no idea. Her hot tongue probed past my teeth and swept around. I opened up farther, invited her in and relished my first time kissing a woman. Her lips were pliant and gentle, but there was urgency and confidence in them. I dipped my tongue into her mouth and delighted in her sweet, white wine flavour. I ran my hands over the flimsy silken material of her red dress and down her spine. Travelled onto her behind and over the tops of her thighs, smoothing the silk and absorbing heat from taut, gym-honed flesh. She let out a tiny whimper and leant her body forward, pressing me against the wall with her chest and hips. Her perfect breasts landed above mine and her hip bones pinned me in place. Her roaming hands caught in my mop of hair and she cradled the back of my skull as she pulled her mouth back an inch. “Let’s take this into your room,” she said on a charged outward breath. “Now, Annie.” The way she pronounced my name, dripping with lust, sent extra currents of energy pumping to my clit, I was going to have sex with Jane. It was the only thing that could possibly happen next. I was going to touch her gorgeous body all over, feel her writhe beneath my fingers. I was determined to find out how she looked and sounded when she came. I pressed my hand into the small of her back and practically shoved her into my room. My heart thudded like a jungle drum and my pussy contracted in anticipation. I shut the door with a quite click and turned to face her.
Have a great Sunday.
Lily x
April 19, 2012
Naughty Reader's Boudoir
The very lovely ladies at Naughty Reader's Boudoir have invited me over to their place. They've been quizzing me about my latest release, inspiration, up-coming projects and more, please stop by and say hi.
Lily x
Lily x
April 18, 2012
Smut by the Sea
Convention for erotica readers and writers to be held in the
seaside town of Scarborough, England on June 22nd, 2013.
Do you like to be beside the seaside? Or more specifically, do you like to be smutty beside the seaside? If so, then the Smut by the Sea Convention and Erotic Marketplace is for you!
The brainchild of Victoria Blisse and Kevin Mitnik, with help from their glamorous assistant, Lucy Felthouse, Smut by the Sea promises to be a smut-filled extravaganza in the beautiful seaside setting of Victorian Scarborough. The town's library will be hosting the event.
Forget fish and chips, candy floss and ice cream – visit the dedicated Erotic Marketplace, including exhibitors Xcite Books and House of Erotica, with many more yet to be confirmed. Buy toys and books and all manner of saucy things. And don't forget to get those books signed by the authors in attendance!
You'll be wriggling in your seat when you attend a range of sexy readings from erotic authors including Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace and Lexie Bay.
Or perhaps you'd like to attend informative panels on getting published, marketing your work and other smut related activities? It's all covered, so you can check out whatever tickles your fancy!
It's certainly going to be a fun-filled day – but it doesn't stop there! In the evening will be the official launch of the Smut by the Sea anthology (calls for submissions available at http://smutbythesea.co.uk/call-for-submissions/, closing date 1st June 2012 – edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse), with readings from the authors, and some seriously saucy swag bags with gifts from sponsors Sh! Women's Erotic Emporium, Total-E-Bound and Lovehoney, to name but a few.
Just as you're settling down from hearing all those fabulously naughty stories, your heart rate will be rising once more as the result of an intermission with burlesque dancers!
Finally, there will be a Q&A panel with a range of authors, book signings and some good old fashioned networking and socialising.
It's still early days so there will be lots more authors, sponsors, exhibitors and attendees coming on board as the conference draws closer, but hopefully this has given you an idea of what to expect from Smut by the Sea.
So, what are you waiting for? Mark your diaries for Smut by the Sea, 22nd June 2013. Early Bird tickets have been released, and there are less than 200 available at this bargain price, so make sure to grab yours quick, before it's too late! http://smutbythesea.eventbrite.co.uk/
Keep your eyes on the following links for further information on sponsors, attending authors, exhibitors and more:
Website: http://smutbythesea.co.ukFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/smutbytheseaTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/smutbythesea
Also, just for a bit of fun, you can share your seaside themed photos on the Pinterest page: http://pinterest.com/mitnik/smut-by-the-sea/
The event is still taking on more exhibitors, sponsors, speakers and readers, so if you'd like to get involved, please http://smutbythesea.co.uk/contact-us/
*****
About Blisse UK
Blisse UK is the team of Victoria Blisse and Kevin Mitnik. Specialising in bespoke creations, working together they strive to bring originality and excellence into all that they do. Victoria is an award-winning author & Kevin is a twice Webbie winning web designer. They have over 15 years experience of creating successful websites with a portfolio of recent works available on http://blisseuk.com. Smut by the Sea is a new venture as they combine their love of the seaside with a love of erotica.
Do you like to be beside the seaside? Or more specifically, do you like to be smutty beside the seaside? If so, then the Smut by the Sea Convention and Erotic Marketplace is for you!
The brainchild of Victoria Blisse and Kevin Mitnik, with help from their glamorous assistant, Lucy Felthouse, Smut by the Sea promises to be a smut-filled extravaganza in the beautiful seaside setting of Victorian Scarborough. The town's library will be hosting the event.
Forget fish and chips, candy floss and ice cream – visit the dedicated Erotic Marketplace, including exhibitors Xcite Books and House of Erotica, with many more yet to be confirmed. Buy toys and books and all manner of saucy things. And don't forget to get those books signed by the authors in attendance!
You'll be wriggling in your seat when you attend a range of sexy readings from erotic authors including Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace and Lexie Bay.
Or perhaps you'd like to attend informative panels on getting published, marketing your work and other smut related activities? It's all covered, so you can check out whatever tickles your fancy!
It's certainly going to be a fun-filled day – but it doesn't stop there! In the evening will be the official launch of the Smut by the Sea anthology (calls for submissions available at http://smutbythesea.co.uk/call-for-submissions/, closing date 1st June 2012 – edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse), with readings from the authors, and some seriously saucy swag bags with gifts from sponsors Sh! Women's Erotic Emporium, Total-E-Bound and Lovehoney, to name but a few.
Just as you're settling down from hearing all those fabulously naughty stories, your heart rate will be rising once more as the result of an intermission with burlesque dancers!
Finally, there will be a Q&A panel with a range of authors, book signings and some good old fashioned networking and socialising.
It's still early days so there will be lots more authors, sponsors, exhibitors and attendees coming on board as the conference draws closer, but hopefully this has given you an idea of what to expect from Smut by the Sea.
So, what are you waiting for? Mark your diaries for Smut by the Sea, 22nd June 2013. Early Bird tickets have been released, and there are less than 200 available at this bargain price, so make sure to grab yours quick, before it's too late! http://smutbythesea.eventbrite.co.uk/
Keep your eyes on the following links for further information on sponsors, attending authors, exhibitors and more:
Website: http://smutbythesea.co.ukFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/smutbytheseaTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/smutbythesea
Also, just for a bit of fun, you can share your seaside themed photos on the Pinterest page: http://pinterest.com/mitnik/smut-by-the-sea/
The event is still taking on more exhibitors, sponsors, speakers and readers, so if you'd like to get involved, please http://smutbythesea.co.uk/contact-us/
*****
About Blisse UK
Blisse UK is the team of Victoria Blisse and Kevin Mitnik. Specialising in bespoke creations, working together they strive to bring originality and excellence into all that they do. Victoria is an award-winning author & Kevin is a twice Webbie winning web designer. They have over 15 years experience of creating successful websites with a portfolio of recent works available on http://blisseuk.com. Smut by the Sea is a new venture as they combine their love of the seaside with a love of erotica.
April 17, 2012
Drool Alert!
I have updated my eye candy page. Click on the hottie below to be transported to paradise :-)
Lily x
Lily x
April 15, 2012
Wicked Teacher by Elizabeth Lapthorne
Hot of the press today WICKED TEACHER!!!!!!
Don't miss this new release by Ms Lapthorne if you like great characters, a good dose of spice and a book that will suck you in until the last page!
Blurb
Aiden succumbs to Eva, finally unleashing his dark, wild side as they passionately fulfil one of the oldest fantasies in the book – that of Wicked teacher and seductive student.Aiden has always wanted to do naughty things with Eva. Sent to him, practically wrapped in a bow, he can finally unleash his wicked side and teach her a lesson. Pushing both their boundaries to the limit, Aiden has to remind himself this is a one-time-only affair.Eva has wanted Aiden seemingly forever. She can see the smouldering heat in his gaze and imagine how he will feel claiming her, possessing her, branding her as his. She knows it will only take a small push in the right direction, and then he can make her hottest fantasies come true. She’s always desired the Wicked Teacher, and now she plans to make him hers in every way.Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of dubious consent (no rape) and the appearance of underage sex. This is story is a fantasy scene enacted between two consenting adults – but is purposely written to appear initially as if it is a scenario between a teacher and his student.
Excerpt
Aiden Traverns held his red marking pen aloft as he heard the student enter his office. He sat behind a battered wooden desk on a chair that squeaked when he moved in a certain direction. When the door closed behind her, Aiden lifted his gaze from the papers and looked at Eva.As the school regulations stipulated, she wore a black pleated skirt, knee-high black woollen socks and a white shirt with the school tie knotted loosely around her slender neck. This ensemble should have made her appear perfectly ordinary—but this was never the case with Eva.His cock hardened in his slacks when he noted she was wearing that skirt. To be honest he had no idea how many graced her closet, but Aiden knew there was one in particular that rested at least two inches above her knees. The school rules clearly stated all skirts must be a minimum of three inches below their knees or a teacher could hand out a detention.Personally, Aiden didn’t know of one male teacher who had ever followed through on this particular edict. The vast majority of girls—or more likely their parents—strictly adhered to the rules on proper dress etiquette. Aiden hazarded a guess that Eva had held on to this item in particular to gain the attention of the other schoolboys.As Eva walked across his office and came to stand in front of his desk, Aiden eyed her breasts. They were luscious—round, ripe and firm beneath the buttons of her chaste white shirt; pert globes that strained against the material until it was pulled tight.Despite the fact her breasts remained fully covered, their clear outline only enticed the masculine imagination to visualise the bounty that lay beneath the crisp cotton. The pattern of a pretty, feminine, lacy bra showed through the thin material, obviously restraining her lush mounds.From outside, a sudden sound caused Eva to turn sharply. The action made her short skirt flare out. Aiden’s mouth watered. He caught a fleeting, teasing glimpse of pale, supple thigh.He itched to touch that soft skin, to run his hands up and down the smooth length of her slender, filly-like legs. He desperately wanted to discover for himself just how silky her flesh was. Aiden visualised himself following a hot trail along the length of her smooth thigh with his mouth, tongue and teeth. He would taste all the way up to the core of her heat and relish the delightful slickness of her pussy.Flesh as soft and tender as he imagined Eva’s thighs and pussy to be simply begged to be licked and sucked. He could vividly imagine himself marking her in the most sensual manner.Aiden hardened further and in that instant he made up his mind. This would be the afternoon. These weren’t his regular office hours, Eva had willingly closed the door to give them privacy and he did have just cause to discipline her. He craved to introduce her to the stimulating torment only a real man—and not an overeager boy—could give. It was time he stopped denying himself out of some misplaced sense of obligation."Sit down, Eva," he said, pleased to find his voice strong and commanding.
Find out more about Wicked Teacher and all of Elizabeth's books on her website. She has more books coming soon from Total-E-Bound and a great selection over at Ellora's Cave.
Have a great day.
Lily x
Don't miss this new release by Ms Lapthorne if you like great characters, a good dose of spice and a book that will suck you in until the last page!
Blurb
Aiden succumbs to Eva, finally unleashing his dark, wild side as they passionately fulfil one of the oldest fantasies in the book – that of Wicked teacher and seductive student.Aiden has always wanted to do naughty things with Eva. Sent to him, practically wrapped in a bow, he can finally unleash his wicked side and teach her a lesson. Pushing both their boundaries to the limit, Aiden has to remind himself this is a one-time-only affair.Eva has wanted Aiden seemingly forever. She can see the smouldering heat in his gaze and imagine how he will feel claiming her, possessing her, branding her as his. She knows it will only take a small push in the right direction, and then he can make her hottest fantasies come true. She’s always desired the Wicked Teacher, and now she plans to make him hers in every way.Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of dubious consent (no rape) and the appearance of underage sex. This is story is a fantasy scene enacted between two consenting adults – but is purposely written to appear initially as if it is a scenario between a teacher and his student.
Excerpt
Aiden Traverns held his red marking pen aloft as he heard the student enter his office. He sat behind a battered wooden desk on a chair that squeaked when he moved in a certain direction. When the door closed behind her, Aiden lifted his gaze from the papers and looked at Eva.As the school regulations stipulated, she wore a black pleated skirt, knee-high black woollen socks and a white shirt with the school tie knotted loosely around her slender neck. This ensemble should have made her appear perfectly ordinary—but this was never the case with Eva.His cock hardened in his slacks when he noted she was wearing that skirt. To be honest he had no idea how many graced her closet, but Aiden knew there was one in particular that rested at least two inches above her knees. The school rules clearly stated all skirts must be a minimum of three inches below their knees or a teacher could hand out a detention.Personally, Aiden didn’t know of one male teacher who had ever followed through on this particular edict. The vast majority of girls—or more likely their parents—strictly adhered to the rules on proper dress etiquette. Aiden hazarded a guess that Eva had held on to this item in particular to gain the attention of the other schoolboys.As Eva walked across his office and came to stand in front of his desk, Aiden eyed her breasts. They were luscious—round, ripe and firm beneath the buttons of her chaste white shirt; pert globes that strained against the material until it was pulled tight.Despite the fact her breasts remained fully covered, their clear outline only enticed the masculine imagination to visualise the bounty that lay beneath the crisp cotton. The pattern of a pretty, feminine, lacy bra showed through the thin material, obviously restraining her lush mounds.From outside, a sudden sound caused Eva to turn sharply. The action made her short skirt flare out. Aiden’s mouth watered. He caught a fleeting, teasing glimpse of pale, supple thigh.He itched to touch that soft skin, to run his hands up and down the smooth length of her slender, filly-like legs. He desperately wanted to discover for himself just how silky her flesh was. Aiden visualised himself following a hot trail along the length of her smooth thigh with his mouth, tongue and teeth. He would taste all the way up to the core of her heat and relish the delightful slickness of her pussy.Flesh as soft and tender as he imagined Eva’s thighs and pussy to be simply begged to be licked and sucked. He could vividly imagine himself marking her in the most sensual manner.Aiden hardened further and in that instant he made up his mind. This would be the afternoon. These weren’t his regular office hours, Eva had willingly closed the door to give them privacy and he did have just cause to discipline her. He craved to introduce her to the stimulating torment only a real man—and not an overeager boy—could give. It was time he stopped denying himself out of some misplaced sense of obligation."Sit down, Eva," he said, pleased to find his voice strong and commanding.
Find out more about Wicked Teacher and all of Elizabeth's books on her website. She has more books coming soon from Total-E-Bound and a great selection over at Ellora's Cave.
Have a great day.
Lily x
Sunday Snog - That Filthy Book again!
Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week I have another sexy kiss for you from That Filthy Book. This scene is all about Karen taking control and discovering some of Jacob's darkest desires - enjoy!
“You really are behaving very well,” I said, lying down over him, again being careful with my heels. “You can stop looking at my cunt now, I think you deserve another reward.” I kissed him—hot, hard and open-mouthed. The way he kissed me when he was getting impatient for action. When I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was thrusting inside me.He tasted of me, of my cum and my cunt, his tongue slippery as it tangled with mine.Breaking the kiss, I headed lower, sweeping my lips around his tight, dark nipples, then biting them lightly.He groaned and a tremble travelled through his body.Kneeling between his legs, I used the strands of the flogger as I continued on my downward journey, tickling over his abs and hips and finally his cock.“Your dick is very hard, Jacob,” I said, swiping the top of his thighs with the flogger. Not enough to inflict pain, but enough to make him wonder what I would do next. “Would you like me to suck your dick?”Silence.
“You may speak.”
“Yes, oh, God, yes, Karen, suck my dick, please.”
I chuckled at his desperate voice and discarded the flogger. I would need both my hands for this next bit. Taking his shaft in my fist, I circled the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum over it and around the ridge of his glans.He twisted his neck and gritted his teeth. I would have to play it careful. It wouldn’t take much to make him come, and we were nowhere near ready for that point yet.Dipping my head, I swiped my tongue over his glans then took him halfway into my mouth.He groaned, long and loud, tensed his thighs around me.I sank lower, slowly, carefully taking him deep, right to the back of my throat. Once he was nestled there I set up a small gulping action with the base of my tongue.He released a colourful string of expletives and another drip of pre-cum dampened my palate.I would have liked to suck on his cock for longer, but he was too close. So I lifted up from his shaft and took it in my palm. “You are going to have to trust me for this next bit, Jacob.”“Oh, God, don’t stop,” he moaned, his eyes tight shut.“It’s going to get a whole lot better in a minute, but you have to trust me the way I have trusted you plenty of times.”Silence.
“Do you trust me, Jacob? Speak.”
“Yes, yes of course.”
“You remember our safe word?”
“Yes.” He opened his eyes. They were heavy and dark as if drugged.
Standing again, I reached for the bag. From it I withdrew a small, purple butt plug and a tube of lube.
I hope you are having a great weekend and if you want to grab a copy of That Filthy Book you can buy it here.
Lily x
“You really are behaving very well,” I said, lying down over him, again being careful with my heels. “You can stop looking at my cunt now, I think you deserve another reward.” I kissed him—hot, hard and open-mouthed. The way he kissed me when he was getting impatient for action. When I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was thrusting inside me.He tasted of me, of my cum and my cunt, his tongue slippery as it tangled with mine.Breaking the kiss, I headed lower, sweeping my lips around his tight, dark nipples, then biting them lightly.He groaned and a tremble travelled through his body.Kneeling between his legs, I used the strands of the flogger as I continued on my downward journey, tickling over his abs and hips and finally his cock.“Your dick is very hard, Jacob,” I said, swiping the top of his thighs with the flogger. Not enough to inflict pain, but enough to make him wonder what I would do next. “Would you like me to suck your dick?”Silence.
“You may speak.”
“Yes, oh, God, yes, Karen, suck my dick, please.”
I chuckled at his desperate voice and discarded the flogger. I would need both my hands for this next bit. Taking his shaft in my fist, I circled the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum over it and around the ridge of his glans.He twisted his neck and gritted his teeth. I would have to play it careful. It wouldn’t take much to make him come, and we were nowhere near ready for that point yet.Dipping my head, I swiped my tongue over his glans then took him halfway into my mouth.He groaned, long and loud, tensed his thighs around me.I sank lower, slowly, carefully taking him deep, right to the back of my throat. Once he was nestled there I set up a small gulping action with the base of my tongue.He released a colourful string of expletives and another drip of pre-cum dampened my palate.I would have liked to suck on his cock for longer, but he was too close. So I lifted up from his shaft and took it in my palm. “You are going to have to trust me for this next bit, Jacob.”“Oh, God, don’t stop,” he moaned, his eyes tight shut.“It’s going to get a whole lot better in a minute, but you have to trust me the way I have trusted you plenty of times.”Silence.
“Do you trust me, Jacob? Speak.”
“Yes, yes of course.”
“You remember our safe word?”
“Yes.” He opened his eyes. They were heavy and dark as if drugged.
Standing again, I reached for the bag. From it I withdrew a small, purple butt plug and a tube of lube.
I hope you are having a great weekend and if you want to grab a copy of That Filthy Book you can buy it here.
Lily x
