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April 7, 2012
Sexy Men, Baby Animals and a contest!
If you fancy winning a copy of Mattress Music, head over to Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews and tell me what you favourite baby animal is - don't worry, there is inspiration there for you :-)
Lily x
Lily x
April 5, 2012
5 Stars!!!!
Natalie and I are thrilled to have our first review for That Filthy Book. The comments sum up exactly what we were trying to do with the story and how we wanted the characters to be perceived.
That Filthy BookReviewed by Elizabeth from Australia
That Filthy BookReviewed by Elizabeth from AustraliaI *love* this book by Natalie Dae and Lily Harlem. Sure, there's plenty of raunchy, Naughty (with the capitol N!) sex - but far more importantly it's a fun, perfectly paced story about a woman embracing herself and her relationship with her husband. This isn't *just* about the kinky, scorching sex. Jacob and Karen rediscover each other and put the fire and spice back into their very loving marraige. And as always, the writing is fun, fast paced and can make you laugh even while you crave to turn the next page and see what else they will dare to do together. Highly recc'd.
Book of the Month!
Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is in the running for Best First Chapter and Best Cover at D Renee Bagby's First Chapter blog.
You can read the first chapter here
And if you like the cover!
Votes would be appreciated :-)
Find the voting from here
Have a wonderful day!
Lily x
You can read the first chapter here
And if you like the cover!
Votes would be appreciated :-)
Find the voting from here
Have a wonderful day!
Lily x
April 4, 2012
Beyond Romance
Today I am Lisabet Sari's lovely blog - Beyond Romance - talking about co-authoring. I hope you will join me.
Lily x
April 2, 2012
OUT TODAY!!
THAT FILTHY BOOK
My first co-author novel, That Filthy Book, is hot off the press today at Total-E-Bound and I am so excited about it!
This e-book was enormous much fun to write and started off with a few pages Natalie (aka Emmy Ellis) had written about a married couple on a weekend away. She asked me to read it, unsure of what she was going to do with the story. Instantly I adored the characters Karen and Jacob.
Karen is desperate to re-discover who she once was before children and domesticity and find what it was that made her feel alive and sexy. Jacob is just wonderful, his strength, both physical and emotional, literally seep from the page. (We would both happily admit we fell head over heels in love with him!!)
Because the characters had spoken to me so clearly I asked Nat if I could write the next chapter. "Go for it," she said. And that was it, we were off. Writing a scene, passing it back and forth, letting Karen and Jacob go on the wild ride they begged us for. Nothing was too raunchy for them, too daring, and because they have such a wonderful, solid marriage, they could really explore the very deepest, darkest parts of their souls.
Writing with Natalie was an amazing experience, I learnt so much, was inspired by her parts of the story and then felt safe to let my imagination soar when it was my turn.
I hope readers enjoy Karen and Jacob's adventures as much as we enjoyed writing them. Here is a little more about the book.
Blurb
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.
Excerpt
It seemed Lady Luck had joined us for our journey, giving the green light for all our needs to be met only three days after my confession of what I really wanted him to do with that branch.
Jacob's parents had asked if they could take the girls to a circus on Saturday night. It started at eight, didn't finish until ten, so they'd suggested it was more sensible that they keep them until Sunday morning, possibly Sunday afternoon if the children fancied having a roast dinner with them at the local pub.
I was not about to turn that opportunity down, especially when Jacob had been hot for the idea of outside sex. In fact, he'd been more than up for it, and the excited glint in his eye when I'd held up the carefully stripped bark had sent a tremble to my very core. Something told me I'd hit another very dark and very sinful nerve of his.
But always one to think of others, Jacob had already promised to help a work colleague move house on the Saturday. I didn't mind too much because it left me with an empty afternoon to prepare for our evening of fun. I started with a pamper accompanied by a glass of wine, treating myself to a cucumber face mask, sugar body scrub, shave—including my pussy—manicure and pedicure and finally a generous slathering of body butter.
It left me feeling tingly and smooth, as if my body was honed and prepared. The thought of my silky, clean skin and perfectly neat red nails out in the open, amongst dirt and leaves, with the sootiness of bark mould smudged randomly over my body had me panting with excitement. I could just imagine mud squelching around my toes and the creamy skin of my wrists worn red by ropes. And the image of my arse marked raw by the branch, well, that had me feeling like a sacrificial offering.
For I knew that this evening I would be handing myself over to nature, to Jacob, and to my own darkest desires. The bare bones of my soul were about to be revealed. No holds barred, no chance to hide. They were the very skeleton of me that only Jacob would ever set eyes on.
When the dipping sun sent lilac and crimson fingers darting over the horizon I was ready—more than ready. I'd had a light tea and another glass of wine, resisted the temptation to masturbate—just—and saved myself for my husband.
The front door opened with a whoosh, then shut with a resounding slam. I spun from the kitchen window where I'd been staring at the darkening copse.
The copse that was ready and waiting.
Heavy footsteps banged down the hall. Loud and resolute, the sound reverberated around my head.
This was it. There was no turning back.
I didn't want to. Not for anything.
The door swung open, and there he stood, with his broad shoulders filling the frame and his head bowed slightly. He pulled his brows low and set his jaw. A small muscle flexed and unflexed in his cheek.
"Get down on your knees, bitch."
I gasped at the completely thrilling sound of his bad man's voice and folded my legs until my knees landed on the freshly swept lino. He was so feral, so dominant, not Jacob the protector, the carer. No, tonight I had Jacob the master, the taker, the giver of sinful pleasure.
Between one breath and the next he was in front of me, his groin level with my face and his hands on his hips. The scent of man and hard physical work washed over me, as well as perhaps a hint of a greasy spoon cafe where he'd no doubt been treated to pie and chips for the efforts of his day.
"Take out my cock."
I reached for the buttons on his jeans, surprised to see that my hands trembled. Excitement? Trepidation?
This had not been part of any plan, but I wasn't complaining. In fact, there wasn't a plan. All Jacob had asked was that I trust him. He said that he understood what I wanted and would make it all happen for me. Of course, we had a safe word, but I couldn't imagine I would need it. I trusted Jacob with my life and my pleasure. I always would.
"Hurry up," he said, tangling his fingers in my neatly brushed, softly conditioned hair. "Take it out and suck it."
After I freed his cock, his length sprang into my palm, hot and thick, and the purple veins winding up the shaft bulged with his keen arousal.
In a sharp movement, he jerked forward and the tip slid into my salivating mouth. "Wider, whore," he snarled. "Take me, all of me."
I stretched my jaw and he sank deep, sliding to the back of my throat in one urgent movement. I gagged but he ignored it; pulled back then rode in again, all the time holding my head in a tight, vice-like grip so I had no choice but to take him, tip to base.
I'd sucked on Jacob's cock a million times, but never had he taken control like this. He was always respectful and deathly still, allowing me to determine depth and pace. But this was different—this was sinful, depraved Jacob fucking my mouth without a thought for my well-being.
I adored it.
Needing support as my body was jostled by his thrusting hips, I gripped his thighs. Saliva ran down my face and neck onto my red blouse, my nose repeatedly buried in his wiry pubic hair. He steamed on and on, hissing and cursing above me. Breathing was difficult, my mouth was so chock-full of hard, demanding cock. When I did catch a breath the air was heated and smelt of him, musky and raw.
"Get fucking ready for it," he snarled, thrusting to such a depth his balls slapped against my chin. "I'm going to come down your throat. I'm going to fill you up, now...argh...fuck...now."
He let out a garrotted cry as his cock swelled further, then, in several sweet pulses, copious amounts of fluid gushed over my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, the action tugging the crown of his cock further down my throat.
"Ah, sweet...fucking...Jesus," he hissed, gripping my hair. "That's it, keep sucking, swallow me."
I did as he asked. My body quivered, and I could almost come myself just from the feel and taste of him climaxing so hard and forcefully. Had he lain there all those millions of times I'd sucked him off, restraining himself? Had he wanted to throw me down and fuck my mouth in a hard, abandoned way, but resisted?
I didn't have time to dwell on this because Jacob pulled out, gripped my upper arms and dragged me into a standing position. Gasping, I stared into his flushed face. His mouth was parted as he drew in big lungfuls of air. His eyes sparkled, the pupils wide and dilated, showing me the dark depths of his most basic needs.
"That's just the beginning," he said in a rasping, breathy voice. "To take the edge off what you've had me thinking of for three days." He slanted his mouth down hard over mine, taking possession of my lips and tongue in a furious, ravenous kiss. He pulled away abruptly. "You're such a tease," he muttered, "tempting me, turning me on. Well, now you're going to get it. You're going to get punished for making a man want you so bad it hurts his soul."
And if you want to win a copy, just leave me your email address in a comment box below and I will pick a name at random on Wednesday the 4th of April.
Lily x
My first co-author novel, That Filthy Book, is hot off the press today at Total-E-Bound and I am so excited about it!
This e-book was enormous much fun to write and started off with a few pages Natalie (aka Emmy Ellis) had written about a married couple on a weekend away. She asked me to read it, unsure of what she was going to do with the story. Instantly I adored the characters Karen and Jacob.
Karen is desperate to re-discover who she once was before children and domesticity and find what it was that made her feel alive and sexy. Jacob is just wonderful, his strength, both physical and emotional, literally seep from the page. (We would both happily admit we fell head over heels in love with him!!)
Because the characters had spoken to me so clearly I asked Nat if I could write the next chapter. "Go for it," she said. And that was it, we were off. Writing a scene, passing it back and forth, letting Karen and Jacob go on the wild ride they begged us for. Nothing was too raunchy for them, too daring, and because they have such a wonderful, solid marriage, they could really explore the very deepest, darkest parts of their souls.
Writing with Natalie was an amazing experience, I learnt so much, was inspired by her parts of the story and then felt safe to let my imagination soar when it was my turn.
I hope readers enjoy Karen and Jacob's adventures as much as we enjoyed writing them. Here is a little more about the book.
Blurb
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.
Excerpt
It seemed Lady Luck had joined us for our journey, giving the green light for all our needs to be met only three days after my confession of what I really wanted him to do with that branch.
Jacob's parents had asked if they could take the girls to a circus on Saturday night. It started at eight, didn't finish until ten, so they'd suggested it was more sensible that they keep them until Sunday morning, possibly Sunday afternoon if the children fancied having a roast dinner with them at the local pub.
I was not about to turn that opportunity down, especially when Jacob had been hot for the idea of outside sex. In fact, he'd been more than up for it, and the excited glint in his eye when I'd held up the carefully stripped bark had sent a tremble to my very core. Something told me I'd hit another very dark and very sinful nerve of his.
But always one to think of others, Jacob had already promised to help a work colleague move house on the Saturday. I didn't mind too much because it left me with an empty afternoon to prepare for our evening of fun. I started with a pamper accompanied by a glass of wine, treating myself to a cucumber face mask, sugar body scrub, shave—including my pussy—manicure and pedicure and finally a generous slathering of body butter.
It left me feeling tingly and smooth, as if my body was honed and prepared. The thought of my silky, clean skin and perfectly neat red nails out in the open, amongst dirt and leaves, with the sootiness of bark mould smudged randomly over my body had me panting with excitement. I could just imagine mud squelching around my toes and the creamy skin of my wrists worn red by ropes. And the image of my arse marked raw by the branch, well, that had me feeling like a sacrificial offering.
For I knew that this evening I would be handing myself over to nature, to Jacob, and to my own darkest desires. The bare bones of my soul were about to be revealed. No holds barred, no chance to hide. They were the very skeleton of me that only Jacob would ever set eyes on.
When the dipping sun sent lilac and crimson fingers darting over the horizon I was ready—more than ready. I'd had a light tea and another glass of wine, resisted the temptation to masturbate—just—and saved myself for my husband.
The front door opened with a whoosh, then shut with a resounding slam. I spun from the kitchen window where I'd been staring at the darkening copse.
The copse that was ready and waiting.
Heavy footsteps banged down the hall. Loud and resolute, the sound reverberated around my head.
This was it. There was no turning back.
I didn't want to. Not for anything.
The door swung open, and there he stood, with his broad shoulders filling the frame and his head bowed slightly. He pulled his brows low and set his jaw. A small muscle flexed and unflexed in his cheek.
"Get down on your knees, bitch."
I gasped at the completely thrilling sound of his bad man's voice and folded my legs until my knees landed on the freshly swept lino. He was so feral, so dominant, not Jacob the protector, the carer. No, tonight I had Jacob the master, the taker, the giver of sinful pleasure.
Between one breath and the next he was in front of me, his groin level with my face and his hands on his hips. The scent of man and hard physical work washed over me, as well as perhaps a hint of a greasy spoon cafe where he'd no doubt been treated to pie and chips for the efforts of his day.
"Take out my cock."
I reached for the buttons on his jeans, surprised to see that my hands trembled. Excitement? Trepidation?
This had not been part of any plan, but I wasn't complaining. In fact, there wasn't a plan. All Jacob had asked was that I trust him. He said that he understood what I wanted and would make it all happen for me. Of course, we had a safe word, but I couldn't imagine I would need it. I trusted Jacob with my life and my pleasure. I always would.
"Hurry up," he said, tangling his fingers in my neatly brushed, softly conditioned hair. "Take it out and suck it."
After I freed his cock, his length sprang into my palm, hot and thick, and the purple veins winding up the shaft bulged with his keen arousal.
In a sharp movement, he jerked forward and the tip slid into my salivating mouth. "Wider, whore," he snarled. "Take me, all of me."
I stretched my jaw and he sank deep, sliding to the back of my throat in one urgent movement. I gagged but he ignored it; pulled back then rode in again, all the time holding my head in a tight, vice-like grip so I had no choice but to take him, tip to base.
I'd sucked on Jacob's cock a million times, but never had he taken control like this. He was always respectful and deathly still, allowing me to determine depth and pace. But this was different—this was sinful, depraved Jacob fucking my mouth without a thought for my well-being.
I adored it.
Needing support as my body was jostled by his thrusting hips, I gripped his thighs. Saliva ran down my face and neck onto my red blouse, my nose repeatedly buried in his wiry pubic hair. He steamed on and on, hissing and cursing above me. Breathing was difficult, my mouth was so chock-full of hard, demanding cock. When I did catch a breath the air was heated and smelt of him, musky and raw.
"Get fucking ready for it," he snarled, thrusting to such a depth his balls slapped against my chin. "I'm going to come down your throat. I'm going to fill you up, now...argh...fuck...now."
He let out a garrotted cry as his cock swelled further, then, in several sweet pulses, copious amounts of fluid gushed over my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, the action tugging the crown of his cock further down my throat.
"Ah, sweet...fucking...Jesus," he hissed, gripping my hair. "That's it, keep sucking, swallow me."
I did as he asked. My body quivered, and I could almost come myself just from the feel and taste of him climaxing so hard and forcefully. Had he lain there all those millions of times I'd sucked him off, restraining himself? Had he wanted to throw me down and fuck my mouth in a hard, abandoned way, but resisted?
I didn't have time to dwell on this because Jacob pulled out, gripped my upper arms and dragged me into a standing position. Gasping, I stared into his flushed face. His mouth was parted as he drew in big lungfuls of air. His eyes sparkled, the pupils wide and dilated, showing me the dark depths of his most basic needs.
"That's just the beginning," he said in a rasping, breathy voice. "To take the edge off what you've had me thinking of for three days." He slanted his mouth down hard over mine, taking possession of my lips and tongue in a furious, ravenous kiss. He pulled away abruptly. "You're such a tease," he muttered, "tempting me, turning me on. Well, now you're going to get it. You're going to get punished for making a man want you so bad it hurts his soul."
And if you want to win a copy, just leave me your email address in a comment box below and I will pick a name at random on Wednesday the 4th of April.
Lily x
April 1, 2012
Sunday Snog - That Filthy Book
Today is the last day of Blisse Kiss with Heart. Thanks to everyone who has joined in the fun. A copy of Orchestrating Manoeuvres has gone out to Savannah - I hope you enjoy.
Tomorrow marks a big day in my calendar as it sees the release of That Filthy Book, my first co-author novel written with the awesome Natalie Dae (aka Emmy Ellis)
Blurb
Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it's reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.
Snog - be warned, this book gets its name for a reason!!
"You ready?" he asked quietly.The lust already pooled in my belly tugged at my pussy and clit, and my nipples peaked. I was more than ready. I had been ready for weeks."Yes," I said, reaching for his offered hand.He urged me up, helped me out, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around my shoulders. My skin was hot and tingly, the towel super-soft, as if my senses were heightened.I leant into him as he smoothed his hands over my back, drying and warming me further."That was perfect," I said.Crooking his finger beneath my chin, he tilted my head. I stared into his face, his handsome, adorable face that I knew better than my own, and I felt my heart would burst with love. What we were about to do I could only do, would only do, with him.There was only Jacob.Our lips connected, and in a sudden flourish he scooped me up, holding me tight against his bare chest.I linked my fingers behind his head as he kicked the door open and marched into our bedroom.He searched my mouth with his tongue even as he lowered me onto the bed. I explored his mouth, too, absorbing his flavour, his texture, knowing I would never get enough.As he dipped his head to my breasts, I noticed the candles set around our room. There was a hint of vanilla in the air here, too, and briefly I wondered if he'd been out and bought candles especially. James Blunt played softly on the stereo he'd brought up from downstairs, his voice dreamy and calming."Mmm, you taste divine," Jacob whispered, nipping at my puckered areola.I writhed for more. I wanted him to touch me all over. I was like a hot mass of wanton need infused with excitement. "Jacob," I moaned. My patience had run dry. It was time for action, pain or pleasure I needed to know. I needed him inside me, inside my forbidden entrance.He must have sensed my urgency. "Turn over," he said and nudged me with flattened palms. I willing rolled onto my belly.Scooping his forearm beneath my hips, he raised me and eased a pillow, and another, beneath my body."Just relax and let me do the work," he murmured, his breath warm in the hollow of my back."Yes, oh, yes, Jacob, please, now." "Patience." He planted a hot, wet kiss on my left buttock and wound his fingers up my thighs, easing them apart so he could sit between them. "Patience, my love. Let me adore you in a way I never have before."I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my cheek onto the soft cotton duvet cover. This position was sexy as hell if he were about to fuck my pussy, but knowing his attention was going to be elsewhere gave it a whole new dimension. I squirmed and deepened the arch in my spine, offering my cleft up to his mouth as he kissed the globes of my arse.My breathing quickened as he travelled the warm flat of his tongue down the crease between my arse cheeks. He kept going, right down low, until he was actually licking over my puckered hole."Oh, God," I groaned into the mattress. Of all the things I'd imagined, having him put his mouth there was not one of them. My face burned. Even though I'd bathed… This was all so new, so… My whole life that hole had been mine, private, just known to me. And there was my husband, licking it. Could I cope with that?The muscles in my legs tightened on his shoulders—my little warning that I was embarrassed—but he took no notice. Instead, he firmed his grip on my buttocks and stretched them apart, exposing my most secret place some more. Letting out a groan of part mortification, part desperation, I twisted my neck to face the other way. The sight of the butt plug, my vibrator, and a tube of lube on the bedside table greeted me."Jacob," I gasped, needing to say his name as a whirlwind of thrilling images besieged me. Images of what was going to happen next. "Jacob."He didn't reply. He circled and laved with his tongue, tapping over the taut wrinkles of puckered skin and smoothing over the flat flesh toward my pussy. Embarrassment left me and in its place the wetness of his mouth created a burning, furious whack of desire that seared right to the centre of my soul. This was as depraved as it was utterly glorious.
You can read another, equally filthy excerpt by scrolling down the buy page, and don't forget, you can pre-order to ensure your copy arrives tomorrow.
Lily x
Tomorrow marks a big day in my calendar as it sees the release of That Filthy Book, my first co-author novel written with the awesome Natalie Dae (aka Emmy Ellis)
Blurb
Many years ago that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it's reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life.
Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I'd been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I'd ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.
In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.
Reader Advisory: This book contains bondage, BDSM and an element of dubious consent within a consensually acted out rape scenario.
Snog - be warned, this book gets its name for a reason!!
"You ready?" he asked quietly.The lust already pooled in my belly tugged at my pussy and clit, and my nipples peaked. I was more than ready. I had been ready for weeks."Yes," I said, reaching for his offered hand.He urged me up, helped me out, then wrapped a fluffy white towel around my shoulders. My skin was hot and tingly, the towel super-soft, as if my senses were heightened.I leant into him as he smoothed his hands over my back, drying and warming me further."That was perfect," I said.Crooking his finger beneath my chin, he tilted my head. I stared into his face, his handsome, adorable face that I knew better than my own, and I felt my heart would burst with love. What we were about to do I could only do, would only do, with him.There was only Jacob.Our lips connected, and in a sudden flourish he scooped me up, holding me tight against his bare chest.I linked my fingers behind his head as he kicked the door open and marched into our bedroom.He searched my mouth with his tongue even as he lowered me onto the bed. I explored his mouth, too, absorbing his flavour, his texture, knowing I would never get enough.As he dipped his head to my breasts, I noticed the candles set around our room. There was a hint of vanilla in the air here, too, and briefly I wondered if he'd been out and bought candles especially. James Blunt played softly on the stereo he'd brought up from downstairs, his voice dreamy and calming."Mmm, you taste divine," Jacob whispered, nipping at my puckered areola.I writhed for more. I wanted him to touch me all over. I was like a hot mass of wanton need infused with excitement. "Jacob," I moaned. My patience had run dry. It was time for action, pain or pleasure I needed to know. I needed him inside me, inside my forbidden entrance.He must have sensed my urgency. "Turn over," he said and nudged me with flattened palms. I willing rolled onto my belly.Scooping his forearm beneath my hips, he raised me and eased a pillow, and another, beneath my body."Just relax and let me do the work," he murmured, his breath warm in the hollow of my back."Yes, oh, yes, Jacob, please, now." "Patience." He planted a hot, wet kiss on my left buttock and wound his fingers up my thighs, easing them apart so he could sit between them. "Patience, my love. Let me adore you in a way I never have before."I screwed my eyes shut and pressed my cheek onto the soft cotton duvet cover. This position was sexy as hell if he were about to fuck my pussy, but knowing his attention was going to be elsewhere gave it a whole new dimension. I squirmed and deepened the arch in my spine, offering my cleft up to his mouth as he kissed the globes of my arse.My breathing quickened as he travelled the warm flat of his tongue down the crease between my arse cheeks. He kept going, right down low, until he was actually licking over my puckered hole."Oh, God," I groaned into the mattress. Of all the things I'd imagined, having him put his mouth there was not one of them. My face burned. Even though I'd bathed… This was all so new, so… My whole life that hole had been mine, private, just known to me. And there was my husband, licking it. Could I cope with that?The muscles in my legs tightened on his shoulders—my little warning that I was embarrassed—but he took no notice. Instead, he firmed his grip on my buttocks and stretched them apart, exposing my most secret place some more. Letting out a groan of part mortification, part desperation, I twisted my neck to face the other way. The sight of the butt plug, my vibrator, and a tube of lube on the bedside table greeted me."Jacob," I gasped, needing to say his name as a whirlwind of thrilling images besieged me. Images of what was going to happen next. "Jacob."He didn't reply. He circled and laved with his tongue, tapping over the taut wrinkles of puckered skin and smoothing over the flat flesh toward my pussy. Embarrassment left me and in its place the wetness of his mouth created a burning, furious whack of desire that seared right to the centre of my soul. This was as depraved as it was utterly glorious.
You can read another, equally filthy excerpt by scrolling down the buy page, and don't forget, you can pre-order to ensure your copy arrives tomorrow.
Lily x
March 29, 2012
March 27, 2012
Giveaway at When One Is Not Enough!
It is my day to chatter at my favourite menage blog and what's more I am giving away the first three books in my HOT ICE series...see you there!!
Lily x
Lily x
March 26, 2012
Kool Queer Lit
I am thrilled to be chatting about Menage and Me at Kool Queer Lit today.
Lily x
Lily x
March 25, 2012
Blisse Kiss with Heart - The Actress
A huge welcome to this very special Blisse Kiss with Heart event.
We are celebrating stories that donate proceeds to charity this week, and that means you get a smoochy excerpt from my short story The Actress.
This was written for Alesia Brio's Coming Together; as One which is an anthology featuring exclusively menage stories. All proceeds go to the charity ONE which aims to end global poverty.
Blurb
Sapphire Makepeace has lived her red carpet life of champagne, caviar, and glittering Oscars to the fullest. But she's also used her celebrity to raise money for charity, one such endeavor included a daring expedition to the summit of Mount Everest in which the world feared her early demise when she became trapped by a furious storm.
It was this storm that resulted in the queen of cinema, Hollywood's angel, having a secret shared with only two men: Andy and Lee Driver, brothers, English, mountaineering adrenalin junkies.Fifty four years later their names still roll around her tongue a hundred times a day, because an encounter that extreme, that intense is one that lasts an entire lifetime.
Excerpt
Lee swept his eyes over my petite frame, and despite my painfully frozen thoughts, I noticed he lingered on the swell of my breasts.
"Well, I s—s—stopped feeling so cold whilst you were doing the... the tent.""Shit, Sapphire, one of the symptoms of hypothermia is to stop feeling cold." He reached out and popped open my waterproof trousers. "There's only one thing for it. Get these off, now.""Why?" I said with a weak attempt at being indignant."Because, if we don't get your core temperature up a few degrees, the only role you'll be good for when you get back to Hollywood is playing a bloody corpse."Lee worked on my boots, freed my feet, then grabbed the hem of my trousers and literally tipped me out of them.Andy fiddled noisily with the zips on the sleeping bags. "In," he instructed holding up the opening of the now one big sleeping bag. "Quick, before your hypothermia becomes irreversible."I did as I was told and shoved my frozen legs into the silky insides of the bag. It felt smooth and soft against my thermal trousers, and I could hear the swish of the synthetic material as I moved, but it was still cold, my feet were still numb. I didn't have enough heat in my body to warm the space. Next thing I knew, Lee was rooting in beside me in just his thermals, his big body hulking all the way down the sleeping bag and touching the entire length of mine. "What are you doing?" I asked on a shiver, unable to curl into a foetal position because of the way he was dominating the bag."Saving your life," he said. "Again." He turned on his right side and in a scooping movement pulled me tight against his broad chest.My breasts mashed against his pecs, and I bent my arms up into the cradle he created for me. His legs entwined with mine to create maximum surface area connection. The heat pouring from his body was intoxicating; like a glass of water to someone dying of thirst or a cylinder of oxygen to a suffocating man. I whimpered pathetically and snuggled deeper into him. I closed my eyes and got a dose of his raw, male pheromones seeping though his thermal top. It didn't smell like Dean's sharp, citrus cologne. It was musky and natural, unfamiliar but delicious. It did strange things to my erratically circulating blood which began to pool pleasurably in my belly, creating a new type of heat that was inappropriate for the seriousness of the situation."Budge over a bit," Andy husked from behind my shoulder.Lee shuffled me even closer, and I felt the long hard length of his penis pressing into my thigh. Before I had time to react to this observation, Andy was sliding in behind me. His chest wedged firmly against my back and his thermal trousered legs tangled with mine and Lee's.Lee moved his hand down to the juncture between my groin and hip to allow his brother's body to connect uninterrupted with mine. I didn't move his hand. I should have, but I didn't. I liked it there. Sandwiched between two chunks of raw maleness made me feel tiny and feminine, looked after and cherished. Surrounded by high energy testosterone and granite muscle gave me a much needed sense of safety and contentment when death was knocking at my door. I fluttered my eyes closed and gratefully felt my extremities tingle back to life. Andy adjusted his position and squeezed in even closer behind me, spooning his hips around my buttocks. Judging by the rapid hardening of his dick as it settled in the crack of my butt, I guessed I wasn't the only one enjoying my treatment for hypothermia."Sorry," he whispered into my ear, his warm breath tickling over my one scrap of exposed flesh."For what?" I murmured into Lee's chest, not moving my head from the pocket of precious warmth I'd created around my face."For... you know..." I heard him swallow tightly. "I guess it's not every day mere mortals like us get to snuggle up to one of the world's most beautiful women. Some kind of reaction has to be expected.""I don't understand." I mumbled, though I did understand. Totally. However, I wouldn't describe Andy or Lee as mere mortals. Some of the feats I'd heard those two had accomplished topped every Hollywood stunt."I think you do." He tipped his pelvis harder into my butt, and I could tell he was fully erect now."Oh," I said, a bubble of excitement popping in my chest."Yeah, but don't be alarmed, sexual arousal is scientifically proven to help with the re-warming process." His voice was a low rumble and vibrated from his hot chest onto my back. "It's in all the survival guide books." Lee laughed out loud at his brother's words as the wind shook the tent with a new found strength. Flicking and flacking over our heads like an enraged demon, it wouldn't let us forget it was there, waiting for us.I looked up, into Lee's face, wondering how he could laugh at a time like this; how they could carry on their incessant banter. "Do you think we'll get off this mountain alive?" I asked."Sure hope so, babe," he said, his smile dropping at my anxious tone. "But I've never had a storm come in that fast before on the North Ridge.""Oh." I snuggled my face back into his chest not feeling reassured in the slightest. He could have jollied me along a little. After all, I was the novice here."We'll just have to stick it out until it passes." He tipped my chin with the crook of his index finger so he could see my eyes again. "Don't worry. They always pass... eventually.""Yeah, it's just whether or not we've got enough food to survive," Andy said, his hand rubbing up and down my outer thigh with a firm steady pressure. "You're burning triple calories up here with the altitude and the cold.""Have we got much food left?" An uncontrollable shiver caught me and wound its way from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. "You know, to keep us alive until it passes?""Depends how long 'til it dies out," Lee said. "They can last for weeks."Terror uncoiled within me, I looked past Lee's face at the billowing fabric of the tent only a foot from my face, another two feet beyond that was a deathly drop through the elements. I began to shake even more than I had when I was cold. Every nerve and muscle in my body jumped around like a bouncing bean."Hey, hey," said Lee. "Stop worrying. It's okay. We won't let anything happen to you." And then his lips were on mine. Pressing down firmly, dominantly, his tongue probed past my teeth and swept around the inside of my mouth.I squeaked and pushed at his chest. "What are you doing?" I said into his mouth. "Lee...""Taking your mind of it." His tongue swept across his bottom lip as though savouring my taste."I'm married," I said with a frown. "To Dean Mayer.""Yeah, I know. Everyone on the planet knows. But he's not here to distract you from the terror of being on Everest in a storm, is he?" "Or the discomfort of suffering from acute hypothermia," Andy added as he snuggled his face into my nape. The soft bristles of his soul patch scratched at my delicate skin. "Let us take your mind off it, Sapphire. I promise it'll help."
* * * * *Oh dear, what a dilemma for Sapphire!!
You can buy The Actress here for $0.99 or the whole anthology Coming Together; as One here. Remember all proceeds go to charity.
And to get everyone in the mood for menage I am giving away a copy of ORCHESTRATING MANOEUVRES my steamy story about another starlet, supermodel Tiffany O'dell and two very gorgeous Italian pianists. Just leave me a comment below telling me which two guys or gals you'd most like to hook up with in a fantasy menage - don't forget to leave your email address - and then on the 31st of March I will pick a winner at random to win a pdf copy of this e-novella.
Blurb for Orchestrating Manoeuvres
I have everything a girl could want; money, beauty, friends in high places. So why does it feel as if there's a hole the size of Antarctica in my soul?
Because missing Dale has become a way of life and now instead of making love to the man of my dreams I rely on my battery-powered Rampant Rocker and spend my days dodging work and slugging champagne-until, that is, the two heart-stoppingly gorgeous Italian pianists who make up Ingresso Livello decide they want me.
Sing praise to the Lord! That was a red letter day, I can tell you!
Being asked to appear alongside them was risqué and controversial and set many tongues a-wagging. Plus they had a very unique way of thanking me for my troubles-turns out these two delectable musicians were as talented at creating erotic delights in the bedroom as they were at playing mesmerising music on stage.
Just the medicine for my broken heart? Well, it was certainly a deliciously sexy distraction and I would never, ever listen to the tinkling notes of a grand piano the same way again. And as for my broken heart? Well, it felt a whole lot better when everything slotted neatly into place.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage, M/M and a toy of the vibrating variety!
Good luck and thanks for stopping by.
Lily x
We are celebrating stories that donate proceeds to charity this week, and that means you get a smoochy excerpt from my short story The Actress.
This was written for Alesia Brio's Coming Together; as One which is an anthology featuring exclusively menage stories. All proceeds go to the charity ONE which aims to end global poverty.
Blurb
Sapphire Makepeace has lived her red carpet life of champagne, caviar, and glittering Oscars to the fullest. But she's also used her celebrity to raise money for charity, one such endeavor included a daring expedition to the summit of Mount Everest in which the world feared her early demise when she became trapped by a furious storm.
It was this storm that resulted in the queen of cinema, Hollywood's angel, having a secret shared with only two men: Andy and Lee Driver, brothers, English, mountaineering adrenalin junkies.Fifty four years later their names still roll around her tongue a hundred times a day, because an encounter that extreme, that intense is one that lasts an entire lifetime.
Excerpt
Lee swept his eyes over my petite frame, and despite my painfully frozen thoughts, I noticed he lingered on the swell of my breasts.
"Well, I s—s—stopped feeling so cold whilst you were doing the... the tent.""Shit, Sapphire, one of the symptoms of hypothermia is to stop feeling cold." He reached out and popped open my waterproof trousers. "There's only one thing for it. Get these off, now.""Why?" I said with a weak attempt at being indignant."Because, if we don't get your core temperature up a few degrees, the only role you'll be good for when you get back to Hollywood is playing a bloody corpse."Lee worked on my boots, freed my feet, then grabbed the hem of my trousers and literally tipped me out of them.Andy fiddled noisily with the zips on the sleeping bags. "In," he instructed holding up the opening of the now one big sleeping bag. "Quick, before your hypothermia becomes irreversible."I did as I was told and shoved my frozen legs into the silky insides of the bag. It felt smooth and soft against my thermal trousers, and I could hear the swish of the synthetic material as I moved, but it was still cold, my feet were still numb. I didn't have enough heat in my body to warm the space. Next thing I knew, Lee was rooting in beside me in just his thermals, his big body hulking all the way down the sleeping bag and touching the entire length of mine. "What are you doing?" I asked on a shiver, unable to curl into a foetal position because of the way he was dominating the bag."Saving your life," he said. "Again." He turned on his right side and in a scooping movement pulled me tight against his broad chest.My breasts mashed against his pecs, and I bent my arms up into the cradle he created for me. His legs entwined with mine to create maximum surface area connection. The heat pouring from his body was intoxicating; like a glass of water to someone dying of thirst or a cylinder of oxygen to a suffocating man. I whimpered pathetically and snuggled deeper into him. I closed my eyes and got a dose of his raw, male pheromones seeping though his thermal top. It didn't smell like Dean's sharp, citrus cologne. It was musky and natural, unfamiliar but delicious. It did strange things to my erratically circulating blood which began to pool pleasurably in my belly, creating a new type of heat that was inappropriate for the seriousness of the situation."Budge over a bit," Andy husked from behind my shoulder.Lee shuffled me even closer, and I felt the long hard length of his penis pressing into my thigh. Before I had time to react to this observation, Andy was sliding in behind me. His chest wedged firmly against my back and his thermal trousered legs tangled with mine and Lee's.Lee moved his hand down to the juncture between my groin and hip to allow his brother's body to connect uninterrupted with mine. I didn't move his hand. I should have, but I didn't. I liked it there. Sandwiched between two chunks of raw maleness made me feel tiny and feminine, looked after and cherished. Surrounded by high energy testosterone and granite muscle gave me a much needed sense of safety and contentment when death was knocking at my door. I fluttered my eyes closed and gratefully felt my extremities tingle back to life. Andy adjusted his position and squeezed in even closer behind me, spooning his hips around my buttocks. Judging by the rapid hardening of his dick as it settled in the crack of my butt, I guessed I wasn't the only one enjoying my treatment for hypothermia."Sorry," he whispered into my ear, his warm breath tickling over my one scrap of exposed flesh."For what?" I murmured into Lee's chest, not moving my head from the pocket of precious warmth I'd created around my face."For... you know..." I heard him swallow tightly. "I guess it's not every day mere mortals like us get to snuggle up to one of the world's most beautiful women. Some kind of reaction has to be expected.""I don't understand." I mumbled, though I did understand. Totally. However, I wouldn't describe Andy or Lee as mere mortals. Some of the feats I'd heard those two had accomplished topped every Hollywood stunt."I think you do." He tipped his pelvis harder into my butt, and I could tell he was fully erect now."Oh," I said, a bubble of excitement popping in my chest."Yeah, but don't be alarmed, sexual arousal is scientifically proven to help with the re-warming process." His voice was a low rumble and vibrated from his hot chest onto my back. "It's in all the survival guide books." Lee laughed out loud at his brother's words as the wind shook the tent with a new found strength. Flicking and flacking over our heads like an enraged demon, it wouldn't let us forget it was there, waiting for us.I looked up, into Lee's face, wondering how he could laugh at a time like this; how they could carry on their incessant banter. "Do you think we'll get off this mountain alive?" I asked."Sure hope so, babe," he said, his smile dropping at my anxious tone. "But I've never had a storm come in that fast before on the North Ridge.""Oh." I snuggled my face back into his chest not feeling reassured in the slightest. He could have jollied me along a little. After all, I was the novice here."We'll just have to stick it out until it passes." He tipped my chin with the crook of his index finger so he could see my eyes again. "Don't worry. They always pass... eventually.""Yeah, it's just whether or not we've got enough food to survive," Andy said, his hand rubbing up and down my outer thigh with a firm steady pressure. "You're burning triple calories up here with the altitude and the cold.""Have we got much food left?" An uncontrollable shiver caught me and wound its way from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. "You know, to keep us alive until it passes?""Depends how long 'til it dies out," Lee said. "They can last for weeks."Terror uncoiled within me, I looked past Lee's face at the billowing fabric of the tent only a foot from my face, another two feet beyond that was a deathly drop through the elements. I began to shake even more than I had when I was cold. Every nerve and muscle in my body jumped around like a bouncing bean."Hey, hey," said Lee. "Stop worrying. It's okay. We won't let anything happen to you." And then his lips were on mine. Pressing down firmly, dominantly, his tongue probed past my teeth and swept around the inside of my mouth.I squeaked and pushed at his chest. "What are you doing?" I said into his mouth. "Lee...""Taking your mind of it." His tongue swept across his bottom lip as though savouring my taste."I'm married," I said with a frown. "To Dean Mayer.""Yeah, I know. Everyone on the planet knows. But he's not here to distract you from the terror of being on Everest in a storm, is he?" "Or the discomfort of suffering from acute hypothermia," Andy added as he snuggled his face into my nape. The soft bristles of his soul patch scratched at my delicate skin. "Let us take your mind off it, Sapphire. I promise it'll help."
* * * * *Oh dear, what a dilemma for Sapphire!!
You can buy The Actress here for $0.99 or the whole anthology Coming Together; as One here. Remember all proceeds go to charity.
And to get everyone in the mood for menage I am giving away a copy of ORCHESTRATING MANOEUVRES my steamy story about another starlet, supermodel Tiffany O'dell and two very gorgeous Italian pianists. Just leave me a comment below telling me which two guys or gals you'd most like to hook up with in a fantasy menage - don't forget to leave your email address - and then on the 31st of March I will pick a winner at random to win a pdf copy of this e-novella.
Blurb for Orchestrating Manoeuvres
I have everything a girl could want; money, beauty, friends in high places. So why does it feel as if there's a hole the size of Antarctica in my soul?
Because missing Dale has become a way of life and now instead of making love to the man of my dreams I rely on my battery-powered Rampant Rocker and spend my days dodging work and slugging champagne-until, that is, the two heart-stoppingly gorgeous Italian pianists who make up Ingresso Livello decide they want me.
Sing praise to the Lord! That was a red letter day, I can tell you!
Being asked to appear alongside them was risqué and controversial and set many tongues a-wagging. Plus they had a very unique way of thanking me for my troubles-turns out these two delectable musicians were as talented at creating erotic delights in the bedroom as they were at playing mesmerising music on stage.
Just the medicine for my broken heart? Well, it was certainly a deliciously sexy distraction and I would never, ever listen to the tinkling notes of a grand piano the same way again. And as for my broken heart? Well, it felt a whole lot better when everything slotted neatly into place.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage, M/M and a toy of the vibrating variety!
Good luck and thanks for stopping by.
Lily x
