Lily Harlem's Blog, page 287
March 14, 2012
IT'S HOT IN HERE!!
Of course it is, awesome author of super steamy romance Juniper Bell is my guest today. OMG! I am over excited, and no wonder. I have just read Go Deep and all I can say is pass me a glass of iced water! :-)
Blurb
Beth is the shy, dreamy type. No one guesses at the wild sexual thoughts she hides behind that quiet façade. She doesn't even share her secret longings with her husband.
Gavin loves his wife, but he's tired of living in a marriage in which neither he nor Beth reveal their true desires. When Gavin sees Beth's response to an erotic bondage photo in her framing shop, he jumps at the opportunity to break through her barriers.
He accepts an invitation to a showcase match for the amateur hockey team he coaches during Wild Nights, an infamous winter festival during which "anything goes, nothing counts". But he's opened a sensual Pandora's box—Beth has some surprises of her own. When she meets Eagle, a free-spirited Wild resident, she knows he's the perfect man to help enact her erotic fantasies. And once they go deep, there's no going back.
Reader Advisory: Making all of Beth's dreams come true involves three-way sex, and some outrageously provocative outfits.
Excerpt
When Beth surfaced from her drugged slumber, it took her a moment to remember where she was. Her body felt different. Lazy and sensual, a few twinges here and there. And then it all came rushing back. The costumes. Gavin. The deep, wrenching orgasm that had just turned her life inside out.
She should run. Now. While she had a chance. Before Gavin knew she was awake. He wouldn't chase her, she knew. If she wanted to leave, she could.
Which was why she couldn't possibly run.
She lifted her head and looked around for Gavin. He sat in the armchair next to the woodstove, still in black, still masked. His head lolled back against the wall, his legs spread, pants refastened, his hands resting on his strong thighs. A deep flush swept across her body as she remembered what those magic hands had done to her. Gavin had made her feel things she hadn't known were possible. Or maybe she'd suspected. The image of the bound woman in the photo came into her mind, along with the restless, excited feeling it had inspired in her.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
So he wasn't asleep. "No. Surprised me."
For a moment he stayed quiet. "I don't ever want to hurt anyone. I could, easily. I'm too strong."
"But you wouldn't." She knew it in her bones.
He shook his head, a worried frown pulling his black eyebrows together. "A girl I dated in college liked it rough. She showed me what she wanted, made me rip her clothes off, pin her hands over her head, fuck her hard as I could. I hated myself for liking it. She wanted me to hurt her but I wouldn't. I freaked out and broke up with her."
Beth propped her head on her elbow to listen. They'd never talked about their sexual pasts. Part of her didn't want to hear about him with other women. But most of her was fascinated. "Then what happened?"
"Her friends started calling me. I went out with one and she told me she had handcuffs in her purse. Wanted me to cuff her to the steering wheel. Told me she'd heard what a great fuck I was. I hated that, hated thinking of them talking about me like that."
Beth felt heat come and go in her face. She'd never heard that talk. Then again, they'd gone to different colleges. And she wasn't used to talking about such things.
"I swore off kinky sex and focused on rescuing Thomason Heating from the bank. And then you came back to North Pole."
"And?"
"When you smiled at me at that gas station—remember?—I wanted you so hard I could barely stand. A thousand times more than I ever wanted those girls in college. But I wanted it dirty, and you were so innocent. By some superhuman willpower, I held myself back. I loved you too much, I didn't want to hurt you."
Her heart went out to him, this powerful man whose muscle power was dwarfed by his kindness. Gavin deserved something. Something special. Some kind of glorious thank you. She eased off the bed.
He was only a few steps away, too close to bother getting to her feet. Instead, she crawled across the floor to him. He watched her through slitted, intense black eyes. Their heat made her shiver. She felt her hips sway from one side to the other as she made her way across the rug. His gaze fastened on her breasts, which bounced with each move she made. Oh God, the way he'd teased them with his thumbs…
Another shiver.
She crawled between his long legs. The thought of what lurked behind that zipper made her dizzy. She knew his penis and yet she didn't, not anymore. Not the fierce way it had claimed her. Her mouth watered.
She lifted her face between his thighs and, with her mouth, undid the snap at his waistband. Then she took his zipper pull between her teeth. She risked a glance up at him and caught his black gaze burning into her. Another wave of dizziness struck. Slowly, she pulled at the zipper, inch by inch. As his trousers parted, a massively aroused, fire-breathing dragon of an erection sprang from its cave. It reared up into the open air, demanding and ferocious. She'd always avoided this part of making love, and Gavin had never pressed her.
But now she wasn't afraid. Not dressed like this. Not tonight. Tenderly she touched its base with her tongue.
Gavin groaned, a rough, helpless sound that told her just how much she turned him on.
"No holding back," she whispered, her lips moving against the satin skin of his cock.
* * * * *
Miz Love Loves Books review for Go Deep
Go Deep is a steaming hot novel. In fact, something this hot could only come from somewhere so cold! I'm talking about the location, Alaska. Or to be more precise, Wild, a place where 'anything goes, nothing counts'. In other words, you can set your fantasies, your desires, your darkest dreams free and no one will judge you or breathe a word of it to anyone, ever.
Where do I get my ticket??
Beth is a shy, insular character, mousey and day-dreamy, and she is married to a big, ex-hockey-playing hunk of gorgeousness called Gavin. (Yes, I'm swooning as I think of him). But Beth spends a lot of time in her head, torn between the strict upbringing her mother subjected her to and deliciously dark thoughts of submission and allowing her sexual side to be set free.
So it is no wonder Gavin is at the end of his tether. He loves his wife with all of his heart, and it was her demure character that attracted him to her in the first place. But enough is enough, he can't go on not feeling like he really possesses her and trying to hold back the carnal cravings he keeps locked inside. He needs to see into her soul, really connect with her on every level. Be together in every sense of the word.
It is a combination of things that spurs both characters into action and I adored the way Ms Bell used the erotic photograph as a catalyst to spark the story. It stayed a central part of the plot and I have to say I can visualise it in my head very clearly.
The way in which Beth and Gavin reached out to one another tugged my heart strings. At times they were tentative and shy, even though married, at other times, daring, and laying their hearts on the line for one another. I liked that they did that, because as a reader I got to see them stepping out of their comfort zones and the effect it had on them. Sometimes it surpassed their expectations, other times there had to be a 'hang on a minute' moment. It was all so real, so erotic and ultimately so wonderfully entertaining.
The secondary characters were just delicious. Shall I say that again? Delicious with a capital D. I am talking about more hockey hunks, naked, aroused, salivating. And of course, then there is Eagle, a mysterious skater who, by the way, I would happily be his 'cabin slave girl' for a long weekend – oh yummy times would be had!
Best Bits:
With her, he was always meticulously restrained, although sometimes she caught a flash in his dark eyes or a ruthless curve of his mouth that reminded her what a physical creature lurked inside. Not like her. She was locked away in her own head. At some point she'd thrown away the key."I'm a man. I'm always in the mood for meat.""So are you going to play the Nasties?"A wild urge to do something—submit, surrender, splay herself open, turn herself inside out."Don't know why, but everyone always wants to be on top."Everyone looked up and froze. One of the Renegades players dropped his hand of cards. The piano went silent. The room went electrically still.She couldn't be scared of pink fur, could she?Every player in the locker room gaped at her. He was surprised drool wasn't puddling on the floor.His eyes met Gavin's. He's a wild thing, thought Gavin. Free. A creature of the wilderness.
Verdict:
I love this author's voice and I can't think of a better setting for steaming up the windows and stripping naked in front of a roaring log fire. If strong central characters, a unique plot and burn-your-fingertips-on-your-E-reader sex scenes are your thing then Go Grab a copy of Go Deep today and enjoy!!
* * * * *
And if Go Deep tickles your fancy don't miss Juniper's other great Alaskan read Go Wild. It's every bit as hot and I can guarantee it will sizzle from the pages of your e-reader!
You can find out more about lovely Juniper and her fabulous books at her website and more fun stuff at her blog - where I am hanging out today having a cup of tea and a natter so come and join the fun!
Oh, and then if you want to sample a FREE story written by Juniper, visit my Free Read page and get yourself a copy of Thanking the Receptionist you'll be glad you did!
Have a wonderful day and happy reading, Lily x
Blurb
Beth is the shy, dreamy type. No one guesses at the wild sexual thoughts she hides behind that quiet façade. She doesn't even share her secret longings with her husband.
Gavin loves his wife, but he's tired of living in a marriage in which neither he nor Beth reveal their true desires. When Gavin sees Beth's response to an erotic bondage photo in her framing shop, he jumps at the opportunity to break through her barriers.
He accepts an invitation to a showcase match for the amateur hockey team he coaches during Wild Nights, an infamous winter festival during which "anything goes, nothing counts". But he's opened a sensual Pandora's box—Beth has some surprises of her own. When she meets Eagle, a free-spirited Wild resident, she knows he's the perfect man to help enact her erotic fantasies. And once they go deep, there's no going back.
Reader Advisory: Making all of Beth's dreams come true involves three-way sex, and some outrageously provocative outfits.
Excerpt
When Beth surfaced from her drugged slumber, it took her a moment to remember where she was. Her body felt different. Lazy and sensual, a few twinges here and there. And then it all came rushing back. The costumes. Gavin. The deep, wrenching orgasm that had just turned her life inside out.
She should run. Now. While she had a chance. Before Gavin knew she was awake. He wouldn't chase her, she knew. If she wanted to leave, she could.
Which was why she couldn't possibly run.
She lifted her head and looked around for Gavin. He sat in the armchair next to the woodstove, still in black, still masked. His head lolled back against the wall, his legs spread, pants refastened, his hands resting on his strong thighs. A deep flush swept across her body as she remembered what those magic hands had done to her. Gavin had made her feel things she hadn't known were possible. Or maybe she'd suspected. The image of the bound woman in the photo came into her mind, along with the restless, excited feeling it had inspired in her.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
So he wasn't asleep. "No. Surprised me."
For a moment he stayed quiet. "I don't ever want to hurt anyone. I could, easily. I'm too strong."
"But you wouldn't." She knew it in her bones.
He shook his head, a worried frown pulling his black eyebrows together. "A girl I dated in college liked it rough. She showed me what she wanted, made me rip her clothes off, pin her hands over her head, fuck her hard as I could. I hated myself for liking it. She wanted me to hurt her but I wouldn't. I freaked out and broke up with her."
Beth propped her head on her elbow to listen. They'd never talked about their sexual pasts. Part of her didn't want to hear about him with other women. But most of her was fascinated. "Then what happened?"
"Her friends started calling me. I went out with one and she told me she had handcuffs in her purse. Wanted me to cuff her to the steering wheel. Told me she'd heard what a great fuck I was. I hated that, hated thinking of them talking about me like that."
Beth felt heat come and go in her face. She'd never heard that talk. Then again, they'd gone to different colleges. And she wasn't used to talking about such things.
"I swore off kinky sex and focused on rescuing Thomason Heating from the bank. And then you came back to North Pole."
"And?"
"When you smiled at me at that gas station—remember?—I wanted you so hard I could barely stand. A thousand times more than I ever wanted those girls in college. But I wanted it dirty, and you were so innocent. By some superhuman willpower, I held myself back. I loved you too much, I didn't want to hurt you."
Her heart went out to him, this powerful man whose muscle power was dwarfed by his kindness. Gavin deserved something. Something special. Some kind of glorious thank you. She eased off the bed.
He was only a few steps away, too close to bother getting to her feet. Instead, she crawled across the floor to him. He watched her through slitted, intense black eyes. Their heat made her shiver. She felt her hips sway from one side to the other as she made her way across the rug. His gaze fastened on her breasts, which bounced with each move she made. Oh God, the way he'd teased them with his thumbs…
Another shiver.
She crawled between his long legs. The thought of what lurked behind that zipper made her dizzy. She knew his penis and yet she didn't, not anymore. Not the fierce way it had claimed her. Her mouth watered.
She lifted her face between his thighs and, with her mouth, undid the snap at his waistband. Then she took his zipper pull between her teeth. She risked a glance up at him and caught his black gaze burning into her. Another wave of dizziness struck. Slowly, she pulled at the zipper, inch by inch. As his trousers parted, a massively aroused, fire-breathing dragon of an erection sprang from its cave. It reared up into the open air, demanding and ferocious. She'd always avoided this part of making love, and Gavin had never pressed her.
But now she wasn't afraid. Not dressed like this. Not tonight. Tenderly she touched its base with her tongue.
Gavin groaned, a rough, helpless sound that told her just how much she turned him on.
"No holding back," she whispered, her lips moving against the satin skin of his cock.
* * * * *
Miz Love Loves Books review for Go Deep
Go Deep is a steaming hot novel. In fact, something this hot could only come from somewhere so cold! I'm talking about the location, Alaska. Or to be more precise, Wild, a place where 'anything goes, nothing counts'. In other words, you can set your fantasies, your desires, your darkest dreams free and no one will judge you or breathe a word of it to anyone, ever.
Where do I get my ticket??
Beth is a shy, insular character, mousey and day-dreamy, and she is married to a big, ex-hockey-playing hunk of gorgeousness called Gavin. (Yes, I'm swooning as I think of him). But Beth spends a lot of time in her head, torn between the strict upbringing her mother subjected her to and deliciously dark thoughts of submission and allowing her sexual side to be set free.
So it is no wonder Gavin is at the end of his tether. He loves his wife with all of his heart, and it was her demure character that attracted him to her in the first place. But enough is enough, he can't go on not feeling like he really possesses her and trying to hold back the carnal cravings he keeps locked inside. He needs to see into her soul, really connect with her on every level. Be together in every sense of the word.
It is a combination of things that spurs both characters into action and I adored the way Ms Bell used the erotic photograph as a catalyst to spark the story. It stayed a central part of the plot and I have to say I can visualise it in my head very clearly.
The way in which Beth and Gavin reached out to one another tugged my heart strings. At times they were tentative and shy, even though married, at other times, daring, and laying their hearts on the line for one another. I liked that they did that, because as a reader I got to see them stepping out of their comfort zones and the effect it had on them. Sometimes it surpassed their expectations, other times there had to be a 'hang on a minute' moment. It was all so real, so erotic and ultimately so wonderfully entertaining.
The secondary characters were just delicious. Shall I say that again? Delicious with a capital D. I am talking about more hockey hunks, naked, aroused, salivating. And of course, then there is Eagle, a mysterious skater who, by the way, I would happily be his 'cabin slave girl' for a long weekend – oh yummy times would be had!
Best Bits:
With her, he was always meticulously restrained, although sometimes she caught a flash in his dark eyes or a ruthless curve of his mouth that reminded her what a physical creature lurked inside. Not like her. She was locked away in her own head. At some point she'd thrown away the key."I'm a man. I'm always in the mood for meat.""So are you going to play the Nasties?"A wild urge to do something—submit, surrender, splay herself open, turn herself inside out."Don't know why, but everyone always wants to be on top."Everyone looked up and froze. One of the Renegades players dropped his hand of cards. The piano went silent. The room went electrically still.She couldn't be scared of pink fur, could she?Every player in the locker room gaped at her. He was surprised drool wasn't puddling on the floor.His eyes met Gavin's. He's a wild thing, thought Gavin. Free. A creature of the wilderness.
Verdict:
I love this author's voice and I can't think of a better setting for steaming up the windows and stripping naked in front of a roaring log fire. If strong central characters, a unique plot and burn-your-fingertips-on-your-E-reader sex scenes are your thing then Go Grab a copy of Go Deep today and enjoy!!
* * * * *
And if Go Deep tickles your fancy don't miss Juniper's other great Alaskan read Go Wild. It's every bit as hot and I can guarantee it will sizzle from the pages of your e-reader!
You can find out more about lovely Juniper and her fabulous books at her website and more fun stuff at her blog - where I am hanging out today having a cup of tea and a natter so come and join the fun!
Oh, and then if you want to sample a FREE story written by Juniper, visit my Free Read page and get yourself a copy of Thanking the Receptionist you'll be glad you did!
Have a wonderful day and happy reading, Lily x
March 13, 2012
Kay Jaybee
Do join me over at fellow UK author Kay Jaybee's today where she has interviewed me about my journey into writing erotic romance.
Kay Jaybee
Photograph by David Woolfall
Kay Jaybee
Photograph by David Woolfall
Facing The Truth by S Dora
Check out fellow Total-E-Bound author, S Dora's, great new series, Calling The Shots. Here is the scoop on the first ultra sexy M/M
Book one in the Calling the Shots Series
Sometimes the question being asked, might not be the one that actually needs to be answered.
When twenty-two year old Tom asks his older, conservative lover Isaac for an afternoon of kinky sex, that experience turns out to include much more than bondage, adult toys and spanking. Both are surprised to discover Isaac's need to dominate his lover as much as his lover needs to be dominated by him.
Reader Advisory: This story contains a loving, committed relationship between two men with a considerable age difference; some gentle BDSM sex.
Excerpt
"Isaac...?"
Isaac Newhouse knew that voice like he knew his own thoughts. "Yes, Tom?"
"I was thinking... You're not going to get angry at me? Or think I'm weird?" The twenty-two-year-old looked genuinely shy, and Isaac wondered if it was about something other than sex. Because after the vibrator, the blindfold and the handcuffs, what could possibly make Tom worried that his lover would frown in disapproval?
"Why don't you tell me? Probably the worst you'll hear from me is 'sorry, this time it's no'. And you know very well there isn't much of a chance of that. I admit I lack somewhat in the fantasy and imagination department, but luckily I have you for that." Isaac smiled reassuringly. "Unless you're asking me to go to a bar, pick up a stranger and have sex with him while you're watching us, because that is one of the very few things I'm unable to give to you."
"What...? You think I'm some kind of pervert?" Tom huffed. "It's nothing like that at all. I want you to tell me what to do. That's all. As long as it has something to do with sex, of course, in case you're thinking about the kitchen floor needing a good scrub."
Isaac scratched his head. He loved Tom with all his heart, mind and body, but during moments like this he couldn't help but wonder if they even lived on the same planet. "Tell you what to do? Why? When I'm in the mood, you're always more than willing to have sex. What more could I possibly ask of you?"
"This was a stupid idea."
"Not stupid." Isaac touched his lover's shoulder. "Please don't say that. But do I understand correctly? You want me to ask you to perform a number of sexual acts over the day and you promise to do them?"
"Sort of." Tom shrugged. "It's the weekend, we have two days to ourselves and I've been having fantasies about being dominated by my strong older man."
"Oh." Isaac fell quiet.
"Please don't think what I think you're thinking. I don't want you to be a domineering brute who couldn't care less about me. I love you for being sweet, patient, introverted, old-fashioned you. Knowing you, you're going to order me to do things I love anyway." Tom gave Isaac a quick kiss. "Just pretend you're a bit more dominant than we both know you are, please?"
Isaac kissed him back. "Promise you won't be disappointed?"
"That would be a first. Perhaps you don't have a natural talent for kinky stuff, but you're willing to give almost anything a try because of me. And oh, man, that is really something." Tom now stood even closer to Isaac.
Very, very close.
"Getting excited about what I might ask of you? Wondering if it's something we'd usually do anyway? Perhaps I'm going to order you to go to the drawer where you keep all the sex toys and lube. Or perhaps..." Isaac teased his lover.
Tom ghosted his lips against Isaac's ear. "You think this might be the perfect moment to confess I bought some new stuff online?"
"You did, eh? Then I have to personally inspect the sex toys drawer to see if I actually approve of what you've bought. Now, you be a good bloke and make us a cup of tea while I take a look at what you ordered at the web-store for grown-ups." Isaac patted Tom's behind and walked straight to their bedroom, knowing when he got back there would be two mugs of hot tea on the table and one extremely eager Tom waiting for him on the couch.
He recognised most of the objects—the half-dozen different brands of lube, the handcuffs and the blindfold, the vibrating, bright red dildo and... Oh...
Tentatively, he took the larger-than-average butt plug in his hand. The solid weight of smooth black silicone was something he both could and couldn't imagine pushing inside his lover's arse, keeping him stretched and ready for almost immediate use. Once the plug was fully inserted, the flat round disk would be the only reminder of what was hidden inside. Isaac realised Tom could wear the plug while fully dressed.
He didn't even look at the other recent purchases. This was more than enough for now. He placed the plug on the bed, together with a full bottle of lube. After getting a towel from the cupboard, he looked one more time in the toy drawer and hesitated at the sight of the leather cock ring, remembering the last time Tom had used it. He tried to ignore the erection pushing against the fabric of his cotton boxer shorts.
Although, why should he?
Buy your copy here
Then check out S Dora's website here
Book one in the Calling the Shots Series
Sometimes the question being asked, might not be the one that actually needs to be answered.
When twenty-two year old Tom asks his older, conservative lover Isaac for an afternoon of kinky sex, that experience turns out to include much more than bondage, adult toys and spanking. Both are surprised to discover Isaac's need to dominate his lover as much as his lover needs to be dominated by him.
Reader Advisory: This story contains a loving, committed relationship between two men with a considerable age difference; some gentle BDSM sex.
Excerpt
"Isaac...?"
Isaac Newhouse knew that voice like he knew his own thoughts. "Yes, Tom?"
"I was thinking... You're not going to get angry at me? Or think I'm weird?" The twenty-two-year-old looked genuinely shy, and Isaac wondered if it was about something other than sex. Because after the vibrator, the blindfold and the handcuffs, what could possibly make Tom worried that his lover would frown in disapproval?
"Why don't you tell me? Probably the worst you'll hear from me is 'sorry, this time it's no'. And you know very well there isn't much of a chance of that. I admit I lack somewhat in the fantasy and imagination department, but luckily I have you for that." Isaac smiled reassuringly. "Unless you're asking me to go to a bar, pick up a stranger and have sex with him while you're watching us, because that is one of the very few things I'm unable to give to you."
"What...? You think I'm some kind of pervert?" Tom huffed. "It's nothing like that at all. I want you to tell me what to do. That's all. As long as it has something to do with sex, of course, in case you're thinking about the kitchen floor needing a good scrub."
Isaac scratched his head. He loved Tom with all his heart, mind and body, but during moments like this he couldn't help but wonder if they even lived on the same planet. "Tell you what to do? Why? When I'm in the mood, you're always more than willing to have sex. What more could I possibly ask of you?"
"This was a stupid idea."
"Not stupid." Isaac touched his lover's shoulder. "Please don't say that. But do I understand correctly? You want me to ask you to perform a number of sexual acts over the day and you promise to do them?"
"Sort of." Tom shrugged. "It's the weekend, we have two days to ourselves and I've been having fantasies about being dominated by my strong older man."
"Oh." Isaac fell quiet.
"Please don't think what I think you're thinking. I don't want you to be a domineering brute who couldn't care less about me. I love you for being sweet, patient, introverted, old-fashioned you. Knowing you, you're going to order me to do things I love anyway." Tom gave Isaac a quick kiss. "Just pretend you're a bit more dominant than we both know you are, please?"
Isaac kissed him back. "Promise you won't be disappointed?"
"That would be a first. Perhaps you don't have a natural talent for kinky stuff, but you're willing to give almost anything a try because of me. And oh, man, that is really something." Tom now stood even closer to Isaac.
Very, very close.
"Getting excited about what I might ask of you? Wondering if it's something we'd usually do anyway? Perhaps I'm going to order you to go to the drawer where you keep all the sex toys and lube. Or perhaps..." Isaac teased his lover.
Tom ghosted his lips against Isaac's ear. "You think this might be the perfect moment to confess I bought some new stuff online?"
"You did, eh? Then I have to personally inspect the sex toys drawer to see if I actually approve of what you've bought. Now, you be a good bloke and make us a cup of tea while I take a look at what you ordered at the web-store for grown-ups." Isaac patted Tom's behind and walked straight to their bedroom, knowing when he got back there would be two mugs of hot tea on the table and one extremely eager Tom waiting for him on the couch.
He recognised most of the objects—the half-dozen different brands of lube, the handcuffs and the blindfold, the vibrating, bright red dildo and... Oh...
Tentatively, he took the larger-than-average butt plug in his hand. The solid weight of smooth black silicone was something he both could and couldn't imagine pushing inside his lover's arse, keeping him stretched and ready for almost immediate use. Once the plug was fully inserted, the flat round disk would be the only reminder of what was hidden inside. Isaac realised Tom could wear the plug while fully dressed.
He didn't even look at the other recent purchases. This was more than enough for now. He placed the plug on the bed, together with a full bottle of lube. After getting a towel from the cupboard, he looked one more time in the toy drawer and hesitated at the sight of the leather cock ring, remembering the last time Tom had used it. He tried to ignore the erection pushing against the fabric of his cotton boxer shorts.
Although, why should he?
Buy your copy here
Then check out S Dora's website here
March 11, 2012
Sunday Snog. Cold Nights, Hot Bodies - win a copy!
Welcome to Sunday Snog and once again a massive thank you to Victoria Blisse for organising this weekly smooching session.
Today I have a steamy role-play scene from my latest release at Ellora's Cave, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. I hope you enjoy reading it, I certainly enjoyed writing it, and as a way of saying thank you for stopping by my site today I am going to give away a copy of this novel (pdf) to one visitor who leaves a comment telling me where they like to be kissed (location or physically, either is good). Just remember to leave you email address in the body of the comment.
Blurb
All my life I've been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn't bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he'll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who's pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.
Excerpt - taken from midway in the book. Ashley and Shane are snowed in at their Cotswold hotel and have time to kill. Because Shane read one of Ashley's erotic romances (Stolen and Seduced) the night before she comes up with an idea to re-enact the kidnap scene between Hest and Eliza.
* * * * *As soon as the large brass doors of the elevator slid shut, Shane dragged me up against his body. "I got harder with every step we took on the way back," he whispered onto my lips. "The thought of another night with you is driving me insane. I can't believe I got so lucky." Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him closer. He was right, he was hard. Very hard. "You want to play a game?" I asked. All the way back a thought had been nagging away at me. Shane's enjoyment of Stolen and Seduced had my mind racing with possibilities. There was something I needed to ask him while I had the courage of wine and felt so sublimely close to him. "Only if it involves playing with you," he said, grinning.
"It does."He cocked his head. "Go on."I glanced at the lift numbers and the small upward arrow flashing. Could I really suggest it?"Honey, tell me."
I swallowed and looked up into his face.
"You've got me curious," he said.
I dragged in a deep breath. I wasn't sure how he would take my suggestion but I hoped with all my heart it would appeal to him. "You know that book you read last night on my laptop?" "Yep." "Well, it's one of my favorites and I wondered..." I paused. Would he think I was weirdly kinky or worse, completely freaky? His voice lowered and his eyelids dropped slightly. "And you wondered if I fancied a little role-play?" His tone held a note of disbelief but also interest, and he'd certainly hit the nail on the head as to what I was suggesting. My gaze snapped to his. "Yes." "Oh, Ashley, I don't know if I'm ever going to be the same again after meeting you." He pulled me a little tighter. "You're a dream come true." "Is that a yes?" "Hell, yeah, the thought of you tied up like Eliza and your pleasure completely under my control is a massive turn-on. But are you sure? You only lost your virginity last night. I'd hate to scare you or do something you weren't comfortable with." "Of course I'm sure or I wouldn't have suggested it. And as for having just lost my virginity, hell, I'm twenty-three, I figure I have a few years of sex to make up for." The doors slid open and we stepped out into the fortunately deserted hallway. I would have died if anyone from Safe as Houses had heard that last sentence. "Well, in that case, be prepared to be 'stolen and seduced', little lady," he whispered hotly into my ear. "But anything you really don't like, or if you want me to stop then just say," he paused, "Paddington Bear." "Paddington Bear?" "Yes, then I'll know that you mean it and you're not just getting into the role of Eliza and begging to be freed even when you don't want to be." Paddington Bear. Okay. I slid the keycard into our door and shoved it open. The room had been cleaned and smelled of polish. There was one dim lamp on in the living area. "Go into the bathroom," Shane said, slipping out of his coat and throwing it over the back of the sofa. "And when you come out Hest will be waiting." He sat down and tugged off his wellington boots. Heart fluttering, I quickly slipped out of my boots, nipped through the bedroom and into the en suite. With the door shut I leaned back against the wood. The bathrobes folded around my shoulders in a soft embrace. I felt giddy with anticipation, high with excitement. Oh my god! What had I asked for? And far from being shocked by my request, Shane had been up for it immediately. This was something I'd always dreamed of, being the heroine in one of my books—and now it was about to be realized.Maybe I should have chosen a less dangerous scene. The one from The Millionaire's Bride would have been less wild and not at all kinky. But Shane hadn't read that one, he'd read, and enjoyed, Stolen and Seduced. Clearly fate had brought that scenario upon us and now there was nothing to do but enjoy. Hastily, I brushed my teeth, staring all the time at my reflection. Once again there was something different about me, not just my rosy cheeks and windblown hair, but a hunger in my eyes, a longing, and a need that demanded to be satisfied buzzed between my legs and made my breasts heavy. Sex and getting naked with Shane was all I could think of. I finished freshening up and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was in complete darkness. It was so black that when I clicked the bathroom light off I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. Taking a tentative step onto the carpet, my heart thudded. I struggled to catch my breath. The thrill of handing over this fantasy to Shane was off-the-Richter-scale sexy. When will he grab me? Will he be gentle and sweet or will he launch into the rough-and-tough role of Hest? Walking farther into the room, slowly and hesitantly, I waited either to be captured or to bump my shins into furniture. I reached for something to feel my way around and blinked in the velvety blackness. Suddenly a big palm clamped over my mouth and my head was pulled back into the solid muscle of a shoulder. I yelped in shock but the sound was muffled. "Keep quiet, Miss Winters, if you value your life!" Something with an unnervingly metallic coolness pressed against my jugular, it slipped downward then around my neck, leaving a sharp trail of sensation. My whole body froze, except for my heart rate, which rocketed. Surely Shane wouldn't use a knife for our game? It was what Hest had used but... He must have sensed my real fear, for the sharpness lifted and I heard a double click. The "weapon" was a ball-point pen. Phew! The pen was back at my neck and his hot mouth by my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. It was easy to imagine in the darkness that it was Hest with a razor-sharp knife holding me tight. "You've teased me for too long, Eliza. Made me want you until I was crazy with it and then you tossed me away. Do you really think you can do that with a man like me? Do you? Really?" He moved his hand from my mouth and I slipped happily into role. "Hest, get off me. What the hell do you think you're doing?" I started to spin away but he clasped me to his body. His erection prodded at the small of my back and his arm became a tight band of granite around me. The pen flattened widthways over the lump in my throat."Oh, no, you don't, I have plans for you. Plans to make you mine, forever." My excitement threatened to bubble over and my knees turned jelly-like. He even sounded like Hest and I swear his words were exactly the same as the book. Did he have a photographic memory or something? "You can't do this, my father will be out searching for me, no expense will be spared. Hotel security will see us." He laughed and lifted me as though I was no weight at all. As my feet left the floor, he began to stride forward, all the time speaking huskily into my ear. "No one will find you, Eliza, I've made sure we won't be seen, and besides, who would expect you to be held in the very place you were taken from? What kind of gangster would stay at The Plaza?" I wriggled within his grip the way Eliza did in the story. Writhing and flailing. Fighting to be free. But it was no good, his hold was strong and firm and the more I tried to escape the tighter he held me. The pleasure of him increasing his grip urged me on with my squirming. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he dropped me backward, fast. Luckily, I landed on the bed. Air whooshed from my lungs and immediately I scrabbled to the opposite side, enjoying the chase but knowing I wouldn't get away. And, of course, not wanting to get away . "Oh, no, you don't." His full weight was over me, his hands roaming fast and wild, pulling and dragging at my clothes. "You can't escape, and soon you won't want to. Soon you'll come to realize only I can give you what you need, Eliza, and you will admit it's me that you love, only me, for all of time." Oh my, that was a bit too close to the truth. If I had to say those words, the lines between role-play and reality would blur. What if Shane was the man I was falling in love with for the first time? What if it was only going to be him for all eternity? I didn't dwell on a truth that would overwhelm me if I admitted it. Instead I struggled and twisted as he tugged my sweater over my head and released my bra. Cool air breezed over my breasts, spiking my nipples so that they caught on the woolen material of his clothes as he pinned me down. There was a soft whump as my sweater landed on the floor. As we pushed and shoved at each other, our breaths quickened—mine rapid with excitement and exertion. Having him overpower me, physically dominate me so completely was thrilling and sexy. All of Eliza's thoughts and emotions tumbled with my own. In a swift movement my arms were raised above my head. I knew what was coming but still it was a shock when something soft roped around them and snapped taut."Hest," I called, yanking at my shoulders. "What the—" He silenced me with a kiss. A hot, hard, open-mouthed kiss that had me panting for breath. His lips were savage, he was as hungry for me as I was for him. His tongue plundered into my mouth, stealing every part of me and making me forget my own damn name. It was so different from his earlier reverent, careful kisses. I loved it. "Keep quiet," he snarled into my ear as he nibbled and licked across my cheek and on to my neck. "Keep quiet or I'll gag you." I closed my mouth, stared into the darkness at where I knew he was and became totally still. "You know what I am going to do, don't you, Eliza?" "Please, no, let me go." He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way. "Oh, but you don't really mean that, do you?" "Yes, yes I do, let me go. Please, I want to go home." He was silent for a long moment then whispered softly in my ear, "Do you need to say any words, honey?" What? Does he think I am not having the time of my life? No way am I about to utter bloody Paddington Bear. "No, no. Hest, just let me go. Let me go and I won't tell my father about this. I promise." His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke again, back in character. "Hah, I'm not scared of your father, and I'm not about to give up on you either, my love. I will tease you the way you have me, show you what you can have and then take it away." He rose up and dragged at my jeans and knickers. I arched my spine and stiffened my legs, not wanting to make his job of removing my socks and fixing my ankles to the bedposts any easier. But my struggle was futile and even in the blackness he attached me quickly and efficiently. Tight material wound around my lower legs. It was impossible to tug them free or close them even a little. My pussy was exposed and vulnerable, just as Eliza's had been. My arms were stretched high and taut, my back arched. An image of what I looked like filled my mind's eye—naked and bound to a four-poster bed, my hair wild and messed up and my breasts heaving with each frantic breath. Thank goodness the lights were off. I must look such a sight. Shane's weight left the bed.
Brightness flooded the room.
Today I have a steamy role-play scene from my latest release at Ellora's Cave, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. I hope you enjoy reading it, I certainly enjoyed writing it, and as a way of saying thank you for stopping by my site today I am going to give away a copy of this novel (pdf) to one visitor who leaves a comment telling me where they like to be kissed (location or physically, either is good). Just remember to leave you email address in the body of the comment.
Blurb
All my life I've been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn't bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he'll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who's pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.
Excerpt - taken from midway in the book. Ashley and Shane are snowed in at their Cotswold hotel and have time to kill. Because Shane read one of Ashley's erotic romances (Stolen and Seduced) the night before she comes up with an idea to re-enact the kidnap scene between Hest and Eliza.
* * * * *As soon as the large brass doors of the elevator slid shut, Shane dragged me up against his body. "I got harder with every step we took on the way back," he whispered onto my lips. "The thought of another night with you is driving me insane. I can't believe I got so lucky." Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him closer. He was right, he was hard. Very hard. "You want to play a game?" I asked. All the way back a thought had been nagging away at me. Shane's enjoyment of Stolen and Seduced had my mind racing with possibilities. There was something I needed to ask him while I had the courage of wine and felt so sublimely close to him. "Only if it involves playing with you," he said, grinning.
"It does."He cocked his head. "Go on."I glanced at the lift numbers and the small upward arrow flashing. Could I really suggest it?"Honey, tell me."
I swallowed and looked up into his face.
"You've got me curious," he said.
I dragged in a deep breath. I wasn't sure how he would take my suggestion but I hoped with all my heart it would appeal to him. "You know that book you read last night on my laptop?" "Yep." "Well, it's one of my favorites and I wondered..." I paused. Would he think I was weirdly kinky or worse, completely freaky? His voice lowered and his eyelids dropped slightly. "And you wondered if I fancied a little role-play?" His tone held a note of disbelief but also interest, and he'd certainly hit the nail on the head as to what I was suggesting. My gaze snapped to his. "Yes." "Oh, Ashley, I don't know if I'm ever going to be the same again after meeting you." He pulled me a little tighter. "You're a dream come true." "Is that a yes?" "Hell, yeah, the thought of you tied up like Eliza and your pleasure completely under my control is a massive turn-on. But are you sure? You only lost your virginity last night. I'd hate to scare you or do something you weren't comfortable with." "Of course I'm sure or I wouldn't have suggested it. And as for having just lost my virginity, hell, I'm twenty-three, I figure I have a few years of sex to make up for." The doors slid open and we stepped out into the fortunately deserted hallway. I would have died if anyone from Safe as Houses had heard that last sentence. "Well, in that case, be prepared to be 'stolen and seduced', little lady," he whispered hotly into my ear. "But anything you really don't like, or if you want me to stop then just say," he paused, "Paddington Bear." "Paddington Bear?" "Yes, then I'll know that you mean it and you're not just getting into the role of Eliza and begging to be freed even when you don't want to be." Paddington Bear. Okay. I slid the keycard into our door and shoved it open. The room had been cleaned and smelled of polish. There was one dim lamp on in the living area. "Go into the bathroom," Shane said, slipping out of his coat and throwing it over the back of the sofa. "And when you come out Hest will be waiting." He sat down and tugged off his wellington boots. Heart fluttering, I quickly slipped out of my boots, nipped through the bedroom and into the en suite. With the door shut I leaned back against the wood. The bathrobes folded around my shoulders in a soft embrace. I felt giddy with anticipation, high with excitement. Oh my god! What had I asked for? And far from being shocked by my request, Shane had been up for it immediately. This was something I'd always dreamed of, being the heroine in one of my books—and now it was about to be realized.Maybe I should have chosen a less dangerous scene. The one from The Millionaire's Bride would have been less wild and not at all kinky. But Shane hadn't read that one, he'd read, and enjoyed, Stolen and Seduced. Clearly fate had brought that scenario upon us and now there was nothing to do but enjoy. Hastily, I brushed my teeth, staring all the time at my reflection. Once again there was something different about me, not just my rosy cheeks and windblown hair, but a hunger in my eyes, a longing, and a need that demanded to be satisfied buzzed between my legs and made my breasts heavy. Sex and getting naked with Shane was all I could think of. I finished freshening up and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was in complete darkness. It was so black that when I clicked the bathroom light off I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. Taking a tentative step onto the carpet, my heart thudded. I struggled to catch my breath. The thrill of handing over this fantasy to Shane was off-the-Richter-scale sexy. When will he grab me? Will he be gentle and sweet or will he launch into the rough-and-tough role of Hest? Walking farther into the room, slowly and hesitantly, I waited either to be captured or to bump my shins into furniture. I reached for something to feel my way around and blinked in the velvety blackness. Suddenly a big palm clamped over my mouth and my head was pulled back into the solid muscle of a shoulder. I yelped in shock but the sound was muffled. "Keep quiet, Miss Winters, if you value your life!" Something with an unnervingly metallic coolness pressed against my jugular, it slipped downward then around my neck, leaving a sharp trail of sensation. My whole body froze, except for my heart rate, which rocketed. Surely Shane wouldn't use a knife for our game? It was what Hest had used but... He must have sensed my real fear, for the sharpness lifted and I heard a double click. The "weapon" was a ball-point pen. Phew! The pen was back at my neck and his hot mouth by my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. It was easy to imagine in the darkness that it was Hest with a razor-sharp knife holding me tight. "You've teased me for too long, Eliza. Made me want you until I was crazy with it and then you tossed me away. Do you really think you can do that with a man like me? Do you? Really?" He moved his hand from my mouth and I slipped happily into role. "Hest, get off me. What the hell do you think you're doing?" I started to spin away but he clasped me to his body. His erection prodded at the small of my back and his arm became a tight band of granite around me. The pen flattened widthways over the lump in my throat."Oh, no, you don't, I have plans for you. Plans to make you mine, forever." My excitement threatened to bubble over and my knees turned jelly-like. He even sounded like Hest and I swear his words were exactly the same as the book. Did he have a photographic memory or something? "You can't do this, my father will be out searching for me, no expense will be spared. Hotel security will see us." He laughed and lifted me as though I was no weight at all. As my feet left the floor, he began to stride forward, all the time speaking huskily into my ear. "No one will find you, Eliza, I've made sure we won't be seen, and besides, who would expect you to be held in the very place you were taken from? What kind of gangster would stay at The Plaza?" I wriggled within his grip the way Eliza did in the story. Writhing and flailing. Fighting to be free. But it was no good, his hold was strong and firm and the more I tried to escape the tighter he held me. The pleasure of him increasing his grip urged me on with my squirming. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he dropped me backward, fast. Luckily, I landed on the bed. Air whooshed from my lungs and immediately I scrabbled to the opposite side, enjoying the chase but knowing I wouldn't get away. And, of course, not wanting to get away . "Oh, no, you don't." His full weight was over me, his hands roaming fast and wild, pulling and dragging at my clothes. "You can't escape, and soon you won't want to. Soon you'll come to realize only I can give you what you need, Eliza, and you will admit it's me that you love, only me, for all of time." Oh my, that was a bit too close to the truth. If I had to say those words, the lines between role-play and reality would blur. What if Shane was the man I was falling in love with for the first time? What if it was only going to be him for all eternity? I didn't dwell on a truth that would overwhelm me if I admitted it. Instead I struggled and twisted as he tugged my sweater over my head and released my bra. Cool air breezed over my breasts, spiking my nipples so that they caught on the woolen material of his clothes as he pinned me down. There was a soft whump as my sweater landed on the floor. As we pushed and shoved at each other, our breaths quickened—mine rapid with excitement and exertion. Having him overpower me, physically dominate me so completely was thrilling and sexy. All of Eliza's thoughts and emotions tumbled with my own. In a swift movement my arms were raised above my head. I knew what was coming but still it was a shock when something soft roped around them and snapped taut."Hest," I called, yanking at my shoulders. "What the—" He silenced me with a kiss. A hot, hard, open-mouthed kiss that had me panting for breath. His lips were savage, he was as hungry for me as I was for him. His tongue plundered into my mouth, stealing every part of me and making me forget my own damn name. It was so different from his earlier reverent, careful kisses. I loved it. "Keep quiet," he snarled into my ear as he nibbled and licked across my cheek and on to my neck. "Keep quiet or I'll gag you." I closed my mouth, stared into the darkness at where I knew he was and became totally still. "You know what I am going to do, don't you, Eliza?" "Please, no, let me go." He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way. "Oh, but you don't really mean that, do you?" "Yes, yes I do, let me go. Please, I want to go home." He was silent for a long moment then whispered softly in my ear, "Do you need to say any words, honey?" What? Does he think I am not having the time of my life? No way am I about to utter bloody Paddington Bear. "No, no. Hest, just let me go. Let me go and I won't tell my father about this. I promise." His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke again, back in character. "Hah, I'm not scared of your father, and I'm not about to give up on you either, my love. I will tease you the way you have me, show you what you can have and then take it away." He rose up and dragged at my jeans and knickers. I arched my spine and stiffened my legs, not wanting to make his job of removing my socks and fixing my ankles to the bedposts any easier. But my struggle was futile and even in the blackness he attached me quickly and efficiently. Tight material wound around my lower legs. It was impossible to tug them free or close them even a little. My pussy was exposed and vulnerable, just as Eliza's had been. My arms were stretched high and taut, my back arched. An image of what I looked like filled my mind's eye—naked and bound to a four-poster bed, my hair wild and messed up and my breasts heaving with each frantic breath. Thank goodness the lights were off. I must look such a sight. Shane's weight left the bed.
Brightness flooded the room.
March 10, 2012
National Recognition
Today in the Independent Saturday Magazine, UK female erotica authors are being given a chance to have their say. Explain to the world what it is they write and why and hopefully in the process dispel some myths about writers of sexy novels.
I was involved in this project and met with the photographer, David Woolfall, last year. He took some photographs of me on the beach and we spent a few hours chatting about not just writing, but everything. He is such a nice guy and even though my pictures don't feature in the final article (Ten authors were involved only five feature, it was literally luck of the draw) I had a nice time. Though to be honest, you can tell by my pictures that I am a little shy, so the thought of being in such a huge national newspaper was pretty daunting.
Here is one of my pictures, you can see the others here.
Here is the link to the article, it is well worth a look.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Lily x
I was involved in this project and met with the photographer, David Woolfall, last year. He took some photographs of me on the beach and we spent a few hours chatting about not just writing, but everything. He is such a nice guy and even though my pictures don't feature in the final article (Ten authors were involved only five feature, it was literally luck of the draw) I had a nice time. Though to be honest, you can tell by my pictures that I am a little shy, so the thought of being in such a huge national newspaper was pretty daunting.
Here is one of my pictures, you can see the others here.
Here is the link to the article, it is well worth a look.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Lily x
March 9, 2012
LONG DISTANCE LOVERS - There is a contest too!!!
Today is a big day for my friends, the two Karen's as their co-author LONG DISTANCE LOVERS is just out, like now, fresh off the press this minute. I can't wait to get my hands on it, as you all know I am a complete sucker for a sexy rock-star (Yes, you heard correct, sexy, schmexy rock star, oh yum with chocolate sprinkles!)
So stay tuned, read all about it and then scroll down and enter the contest. I just know we are going to get some great comments, and maybe even some ideas for new novels today :-)
Blurb
British musician Tim Wentworth trades his London flat for an apartment in NYC so he can record with a promising American band, but he arrives in Manhattan to learn the gig has been canceled. With no job and a two-month stay in the States, he wonders if the trip has been a waste of time, until he meets charming and talented jewelry designer Jenna Bradford.
Unlike the groupies who throw themselves at Tim after shows, Jenna couldn't be less impressed by his music credentials. Bad experiences have led her to have a strict "no-musicians" policy. But when Tim rescues Jenna from an obnoxious drunk, she bends her rules and they embark on a sensuous courtship filled with steamy, passionate nights and intense, unexpected emotions. While they try to find a way to prolong their time together, a family tragedy forces Tim to return to England. Jenna and Tim must each decide how far they're willing to go to see if their whirlwind romance can lead to a lifetime of love.
Excerpt
Jenna and Natalie checked their coats and made their way to a pair of leather stools at the center of the bar. Waiters in white shirts and bow ties circulated through the dining room while well-dressed patrons clinked wineglasses and bustled with conversation.
The baby grand piano sat in the corner, at the transition from bar to restaurant. Jenna was disappointed there was no sign of Tim. She'd waited for this moment all day.
"What can I get for you this evening, ladies?" the bartender asked.
"What's good tonight?" Natalie asked.
Jenna couldn't even think about a drink order. Preoccupied with scanning the room, she chewed on her lip, crossed her leg and bobbed her foot.
"We'll have two margaritas on the rocks, with salt." Natalie said, turning to Jenna. "He hand squeezes the limes."
"Great." Jenna felt a hand on her shoulder and shuddered as she turned and saw Tim next to her. He was breathtaking in his new black suit coat, dress shirt, and deep blue tie. "Hi. I was wondering where you were."
Tim rubbed his hand across her upper back several times and every part of her became aware of his presence. Her lips twitched at the corners, excited to see their new playmate again.
Tim extended his hand. "Natalie, nice to see you again."
Natalie shook his hand and her cheeks became pink. "Nice to see you as well." She ogled him, not blinking at all.
So it isn't just me who can't stop staring at him.
The bartender set down their drinks. "Would you like to start a tab?"
"Peter, please," Tim said, "put it on mine. Thanks, mate."
"I'm sorry we didn't get here for the first set." Jenna took a sip of her cocktail.
"It's my fault," Natalie said. "I was running behind."
"How did it go?" Jenna asked.
"They didn't throw tomatoes at me." Tim reached down and took Jenna's hand, his soulful eyes on her. "You look lovely tonight." He grinned. "I'd love to chat, but it's time for me to go on. Wish me luck."
Jenna felt her insides melt. "Good luck. We'll be here when you're finished."
Natalie knocked Jenna on the knee with her fist as he walked to the piano. "If you don't sleep with him tonight, I will." She licked the salt from the rim of her glass and took several big swallows. "Sweet Jesus."
The next fifty minutes passed like the most enticing dream Jenna had ever had. The minute Tim began to play, he became like a different man, and to her amazement, that new man was unbelievably talented. He mesmerized her as his long fingers floated over the piano keys as though it took no effort at all, as though he'd been born doing it. No wonder they said they'd take him for only two months. He's incredible.
He directed his sight to her as soon as he finished. Jenna smiled proudly, sitting up straight and feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. I am in so much trouble and I don't even care.
Natalie finished her drink and stood, putting her purse over her shoulder. "I should go," she whispered to Jenna.
Tim came up behind her. "You aren't leaving us already, are you?"
"I am. Congratulations. You were incredible. Very impressive." She shook his hand and then turned back to Jenna. "Have a great night. I'll see you tomorrow. You can come in at six instead of five. I can manage by myself until then."
"Are you sure?" Jenna asked.
Natalie looked at Tim and then at her. "I'm sure." She leaned down and kissed Jenna on the cheek before walking away.
"Well? What did you think? You'd tell me if you thought it was bollocks, wouldn't you?"
Jenna laughed and felt bold enough to reach for his hand as he took Natalie's seat at the bar. "I don't even know what to say. I'm speechless. I figured you were talented, I just had no idea you were going to be so amazing."
Tim rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand. "Would you like to go somewhere? I mean, for coffee or something."
"My place?" she asked. "My roommate is working late tonight."
"Smashing. Let's get your coat."
Jenna felt as if her entire body was on fire as they walked back to her apartment. Is this going to happen? Am I imagining this?She'd picked up a box of condoms on her way home from work, just in case. She was ready to throw all caution to the wind. Even with the future uncertain, she knew one thing about tonight—she wanted Tim, badly.
They took the corner on to her street and Jenna's jaw dropped when she saw the lights on in her apartment. Rachel was doing her interpretive dance bullshit in front of the window.
"She's supposed to be working." Jenna pointed up at the building as she searched Tim's face. Her shoulders dropped and she groaned.
He glanced up at the window. "You know, I don't even know her and I already don't like her."
"I'm sorry. I guess I messed up our evening."
Tim took her other hand and pulled her closer. "That's not possible. Even if I had to go straight home, I would still say it was perfect. Especially after this."
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up onto her tiptoes. Jenna's back arched in surrender. He kissed her with abandon, showing far less reserve than last night's good-night kiss. He stopped and pressed his nose against hers. "I really don't want our evening to end. Would you like to come back to my place? I know it's a bit of a walk. We don't have to do anything more than talk. Whatever you want."
Jenna was still catching her breath from the kiss. She grabbed his hand, took several long strides to the curb and thrust her hand up in the air. "Taxi!"
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Now for the contest. Answer this question -
"In Long-Distance Lovers, Tim and Jenna find love when neither is looking for it. Have you ever found love when you least expected it?"
Don't forget to leave your email addy with the your comment and Karen or Karen will be in touch with you this time next week if you are the lucky winner of a copy of the awesome Long Distance Lovers.
Good luck
Lily x
So stay tuned, read all about it and then scroll down and enter the contest. I just know we are going to get some great comments, and maybe even some ideas for new novels today :-)
Blurb
British musician Tim Wentworth trades his London flat for an apartment in NYC so he can record with a promising American band, but he arrives in Manhattan to learn the gig has been canceled. With no job and a two-month stay in the States, he wonders if the trip has been a waste of time, until he meets charming and talented jewelry designer Jenna Bradford.
Unlike the groupies who throw themselves at Tim after shows, Jenna couldn't be less impressed by his music credentials. Bad experiences have led her to have a strict "no-musicians" policy. But when Tim rescues Jenna from an obnoxious drunk, she bends her rules and they embark on a sensuous courtship filled with steamy, passionate nights and intense, unexpected emotions. While they try to find a way to prolong their time together, a family tragedy forces Tim to return to England. Jenna and Tim must each decide how far they're willing to go to see if their whirlwind romance can lead to a lifetime of love.
Excerpt
Jenna and Natalie checked their coats and made their way to a pair of leather stools at the center of the bar. Waiters in white shirts and bow ties circulated through the dining room while well-dressed patrons clinked wineglasses and bustled with conversation.
The baby grand piano sat in the corner, at the transition from bar to restaurant. Jenna was disappointed there was no sign of Tim. She'd waited for this moment all day.
"What can I get for you this evening, ladies?" the bartender asked.
"What's good tonight?" Natalie asked.
Jenna couldn't even think about a drink order. Preoccupied with scanning the room, she chewed on her lip, crossed her leg and bobbed her foot.
"We'll have two margaritas on the rocks, with salt." Natalie said, turning to Jenna. "He hand squeezes the limes."
"Great." Jenna felt a hand on her shoulder and shuddered as she turned and saw Tim next to her. He was breathtaking in his new black suit coat, dress shirt, and deep blue tie. "Hi. I was wondering where you were."
Tim rubbed his hand across her upper back several times and every part of her became aware of his presence. Her lips twitched at the corners, excited to see their new playmate again.
Tim extended his hand. "Natalie, nice to see you again."
Natalie shook his hand and her cheeks became pink. "Nice to see you as well." She ogled him, not blinking at all.
So it isn't just me who can't stop staring at him.
The bartender set down their drinks. "Would you like to start a tab?"
"Peter, please," Tim said, "put it on mine. Thanks, mate."
"I'm sorry we didn't get here for the first set." Jenna took a sip of her cocktail.
"It's my fault," Natalie said. "I was running behind."
"How did it go?" Jenna asked.
"They didn't throw tomatoes at me." Tim reached down and took Jenna's hand, his soulful eyes on her. "You look lovely tonight." He grinned. "I'd love to chat, but it's time for me to go on. Wish me luck."
Jenna felt her insides melt. "Good luck. We'll be here when you're finished."
Natalie knocked Jenna on the knee with her fist as he walked to the piano. "If you don't sleep with him tonight, I will." She licked the salt from the rim of her glass and took several big swallows. "Sweet Jesus."
The next fifty minutes passed like the most enticing dream Jenna had ever had. The minute Tim began to play, he became like a different man, and to her amazement, that new man was unbelievably talented. He mesmerized her as his long fingers floated over the piano keys as though it took no effort at all, as though he'd been born doing it. No wonder they said they'd take him for only two months. He's incredible.
He directed his sight to her as soon as he finished. Jenna smiled proudly, sitting up straight and feeling as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest. I am in so much trouble and I don't even care.
Natalie finished her drink and stood, putting her purse over her shoulder. "I should go," she whispered to Jenna.
Tim came up behind her. "You aren't leaving us already, are you?"
"I am. Congratulations. You were incredible. Very impressive." She shook his hand and then turned back to Jenna. "Have a great night. I'll see you tomorrow. You can come in at six instead of five. I can manage by myself until then."
"Are you sure?" Jenna asked.
Natalie looked at Tim and then at her. "I'm sure." She leaned down and kissed Jenna on the cheek before walking away.
"Well? What did you think? You'd tell me if you thought it was bollocks, wouldn't you?"
Jenna laughed and felt bold enough to reach for his hand as he took Natalie's seat at the bar. "I don't even know what to say. I'm speechless. I figured you were talented, I just had no idea you were going to be so amazing."
Tim rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand. "Would you like to go somewhere? I mean, for coffee or something."
"My place?" she asked. "My roommate is working late tonight."
"Smashing. Let's get your coat."
Jenna felt as if her entire body was on fire as they walked back to her apartment. Is this going to happen? Am I imagining this?She'd picked up a box of condoms on her way home from work, just in case. She was ready to throw all caution to the wind. Even with the future uncertain, she knew one thing about tonight—she wanted Tim, badly.
They took the corner on to her street and Jenna's jaw dropped when she saw the lights on in her apartment. Rachel was doing her interpretive dance bullshit in front of the window.
"She's supposed to be working." Jenna pointed up at the building as she searched Tim's face. Her shoulders dropped and she groaned.
He glanced up at the window. "You know, I don't even know her and I already don't like her."
"I'm sorry. I guess I messed up our evening."
Tim took her other hand and pulled her closer. "That's not possible. Even if I had to go straight home, I would still say it was perfect. Especially after this."
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up onto her tiptoes. Jenna's back arched in surrender. He kissed her with abandon, showing far less reserve than last night's good-night kiss. He stopped and pressed his nose against hers. "I really don't want our evening to end. Would you like to come back to my place? I know it's a bit of a walk. We don't have to do anything more than talk. Whatever you want."
Jenna was still catching her breath from the kiss. She grabbed his hand, took several long strides to the curb and thrust her hand up in the air. "Taxi!"
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Now for the contest. Answer this question -
"In Long-Distance Lovers, Tim and Jenna find love when neither is looking for it. Have you ever found love when you least expected it?"
Don't forget to leave your email addy with the your comment and Karen or Karen will be in touch with you this time next week if you are the lucky winner of a copy of the awesome Long Distance Lovers.
Good luck
Lily x
Friends Friday
After nattering at Eroticon last weekend, the lovely Victoria Blisse has invited me over to her blog for more gossip. What's more she has just read my Bollywood BDSM novella, The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita, and is sharing her thoughts.
March 7, 2012
Nancy Adams is here!!!
Hello lovely Nancy, I am so excited that you've dropped by to chat about writing and your new book.
No Matter When sounds great and I can't wait to lose myself in Gabe and Lilly's world. But before I do that, tell us a little about yourself. Where do you live? Kids? Hubby? Pets?
Hey Lily! At the moment, I am living just outside Ottawa, with my adoring husband and perfect kids. **giggle**
Not buying it eh? Okay how about, my husband - who thankfully has enough patience to put up with my nutty ideas - and my crazy, but wonderfully affectionate kids. Oh and we have two, very large, lap dogs adding to the daily madness.
The Beast. He likes hanging out in the multi-purpose workspace, Aka: mum's office, dad's office, classroom and game room.
Any guilty pleasures? Come on, you know you want to tell us...
I suppose the girly thing to say is that I'm addicted to buying shoes or that I can't get enough chocolate. But honestly, I love shopping for bed sheets. The higher the thread the count, the happier I am. Clean sheet day, is my favorite day of the week! lol
My other guilty pleasure is watching army macho stuff. Anything with SAS, SBS, Marines - Royal or otherwise, Navy SEAL teams (or they can be alone, I don't discriminate), tankers, and infantry. There is something about a solider…yum!
From TV series Strike Back
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One of my all time Favourite Photos
I adore that picture too.
Come on, dish the dirt on that bag of Harlequin Books your grandmother gave you.
LOL! My Grandma gave me that bag of books when I was sixteen or seventeen; my great-aunt passed those books on to her because quite a few were in LARGE print. While visiting one day, Gram showed me the bag and asked me if I wanted it. I said yes. I never turned anything down that Gram offered me before, of course, they were usually her chocolate chip cookies, but hey her cookies were awesome, so how bad could a bag of books be! Anyways, I remember looking through the bag once I got home and thought to myself, there is not one single John Saul, or Dean Koontz in this entire bag. (I was reading weird and scary at the time, romance hadn't caught my eye yet.) Then one night I was bored and began flipping though one of the books. Surprisingly enough, I happen to open it to a * cough* sex scene and I was hooked. After I finished the bag, my mum past them on to a friend or cousin, but I made sure I pulled out my favourite books. I still have them today. What genre was your favourite? I'm really not sure what genre that bag of books were, mixed I suppose. To be honest, I didn't really pay attention, I was too busy reading all the juicy bits. Now I read any genre, but I do prefer that element of romance woven into the story.
What is No Matter When about?
No Matter When is an erotic, time travel romance about Lilly Marten and Gabe Sutherland, who were 'shifted' seconds before their deaths and meet in 1503 Medieval England. Lilly is a medieval history student from 2012 who has a photographic memory, who has separated herself from the world because of her amazing talent.
Captain Gabriel Sutherland is a genetically enhanced soldier from 2079, who - because of his position in the military - has been denied the right to have any type of relationship, no family, no spouse, not even a lover. Along for the ride is another soldier from the future, a kid genius from the '80's and a doctor from the '40's. All of which have been 'shifted' seconds before they were about to die.
The story focuses on the developing relationship between Lilly and Gabe, as the groups learns, for reasons unknown, an advance military force has targeted Queen Margaret for assassination. Forced together by a common goal, Gabe and Lilly must not only deal with the attacks from an outside force but they must also face their strong and sometimes overpowering attraction for one another.
Here's a copy of the jacket blurb.
Standing on the battlements of a 16th century Keep was the last place Gabriel Sutherland should be. Then again, being 'shifted' to 1503 seconds before a rocket blew his ass to bits wasn't something he had envisioned either. Still, he was surviving the only way he knew how, as a soldier.
Then Lilly arrived. Sweet, innocent Lilly. For a genetically superior soldier whose life had entailed of nothing but serving King and country, the arrival of Lilly proves too much for Gabe to ignore. For the first time in his life, Gabe can have a woman of his own and Lilly is the one.
Lilly Marten lives alone, her quiet life the result of a highly sensitive photographic memory. That changed when she arrived in the year 1503 seconds before Toronto's popular C.N Tower came crashing down on top of her. Now she was never alone. Gabe was always near. With his unbelievably perfect features and intense green eyes, he is not a man easily ignored. Yet, uncertainty about her new life leaves Lilly with no choice but to put faith in a man she fears and whose strong physical presence causes her to desire more than just his trust.
OMG! Awesome stuff. Tell me about your inspiration for this series?
I love history, so that probably had a little to do with my idea. But honestly, I didn't have any inspiration for the series. It was just an idea the came to me about a girl from present day Toronto that travels back to the 1500's and falls in love with a Lord. The rest just fell into place as the idea came into focus and it transformed into No Matter When.
Have you travelled to the places in your books?
Yes. I was born and raised in Toronto, and thanks to my father being English and my husband being in the military, I have been fortunate enough to travel to the UK to visit family. As well as to Europe, and I've crossed Canada several times. [image error][image error][image error][image error]
Long Beach Vancouver Island and British Colombia Red Sands of Alberton, Prince Edward Island
What's coming next for you?
A paranormal romance titled The Soul Within. Alex 'Ace Hunter is a deliciously dark but hunky soldier who, while in a coma, his soul has separated from his body.
Meet Evening Sinclair, a feisty physiotherapist, who not only can heal the body and soul, but has the ability to merge souls back into their bodies.
There is also a mixture of lippy ghosts and angels, creep dead souls and a heavy dose of naughty scenes, plus a great bad guy. Gotta love that bad guy!
I am loving your soldier themes *sigh*. But how does your family feel about your erotic romances?
My husband loves it thinks its great. My kidlets (8 and 6), cheer on my word count and think my stories are all about kissing which is just find with me. My brother tells people that I write 'chic porn' and my dad, well he just smiles and either says, "That's my girl." Or "You get that talent from me."
But the best was my mum. She was helping me with my latest MS, you know helping polish things up before I submitted it. Anyways, she was reading a line and the last word of the sentence was cock, which she followed with a startled "Oh!", then began giggling her butt off. I of course had no choice but to laugh as well. Afterwards she said, "I can't believe my daughter knows so much about sex." It was cute.
LOL! Brilliant mum reaction.Where can fans find you? (Facebook, Twitter etc.)
I would love to hear from fans! I can be reached at fancy-nancyadams@hotmail.com and I have a page on Face book under Nancy Adams. www.facebook.com/NancyAdams.scribblin....
No website or blog yet, but I've got my fingers cross for the near future.
Can you treat us to an excerpt from your new release?
Of course! Here it is, a naughty scene for your reading pleasure.
Giving her an evil grin, he pulled her back, his mouth sealing roughly over hers. She parted her lips automatically, and with an arrogant grunt he slid his tongue smoothly into her mouth. She had never felt anything like the way she felt when Gabe slid his tongue into her mouth. The sudden nervous flutter in her stomach was being quickly replaced by something hot and needy. It was as if her entire body was in some drug-induced state of euphoria. Every nerve, every muscle seemed to come to life, craving more of him. The sensation was new and confusing. It felt like she was losing control, but what he was doing to her felt so good, so right. She fought to keep her fears at bay and, following his lead, she gently, without hesitation, stroked his tongue with her own.
Gabe's low groan gave her the courage to continue and she leaned in to him, deepening the kiss. His hands fell away from her face to grip her waist. She felt a brief tug at her gown and he lifted her without any effort and had her straddling his crossed legs. He closed his arms around her and pinned her against his muscled chest. The heat from his chest seeped into her breasts, causing her nipples to become tight and sensitive. He ran his hands down her back to her bottom, where he gripped almost painfully, pulling her damp centre tight against his hard length, his mouth hard, demanding.
At that moment, she became acutely aware of where his hands were—that they were sliding along her bare legs, under her dress, to her bare behind. Oh, God. She gripped at his shoulders, her body rigid. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her face flushed. She had been washing them nightly so she could wear them the next day—a nightly chore she had already completed.
He squeezed naked flesh this time, grinding his swollen cock against her wet mound. The rough texture of his breeches caused her hips to jerk in response. She felt both exposed and wanton, confused whether she should stop or just let the warmth of Gabe's mouth and hands take her away. Then the decision was made for her as she felt Gabe's finger brush along her inner thigh. A nervous flutter swirled in her stomach as her skin flared with expectant heat, her breasts swelling, hot and heavy. Slowly, he stroked her, teased the achy heat pooling in her core, and when he eased a finger deep and her body clamped down, something between a sigh and a moan escaped before she could stop it.
"Jesus, you're wet," Gabe breathed against her mouth, inhaling deeply, moving his finger in slow strokes. "I need to know right now if you want this." When she failed to respond quickly enough, he removed his finger and clamped his hands around her waist, demanding, "I'm getting mixed signals, Lilly. Tell me if you want this." His voice was low, with a rough edge.
Opening her eyes, Lilly felt the sensual haze lift and she tensed, staring at Gabe's face. A sinful mask was playing with the shadows of his face. He looked dark, almost to the point of being dangerous.
"Don't do that." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he pulled her close. His lips brushed her ear. "Lilly, please. How many times do I have to ask you not to be afraid of me?" The warmth of his breath brushed her cheek.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you looked…" She was lost for words.
He pulled back, asking, "Hungry?"
She swallowed. Was that what it was? Hunger? Was he hungry for her?
"I want you, Lilly." His strong hand squeezed her waist, making her feel small and vulnerable. "I want to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you. I want to look at your body when you're hot and wet and ready for me. I want to lay you down and do things to you…your body…that you have never imagined." He pulled her close, buried his face in her hair. "You want me, too." His breath warmed her neck. "But I can't, not like this, not when you are scared and confused."
Phew, hot stuff. Thanks so much for stopping by and do come visit again. Good luck with all your new projects.
Lily x
5 * Reviews for No Matter When
No Matter When
Reviewed by R.A. Macaulay
No Matter WhenReviewed by Kim Buchanan from CanadaA MUST READ! Wonderfully written... I couldnt stop reading! I cant wait to read the next book in "The Out of Time" Series.
Night Owl Reviews
The author has woven a tale that gives a unique take on time-travel stories. She keeps you guessing at what going to happen between Gabriel and Lilly until the end. Some scenes in the book will have you wishing for a fan or an ice cube to cool off with they are so steamy.
No Matter When sounds great and I can't wait to lose myself in Gabe and Lilly's world. But before I do that, tell us a little about yourself. Where do you live? Kids? Hubby? Pets?
Hey Lily! At the moment, I am living just outside Ottawa, with my adoring husband and perfect kids. **giggle**
Not buying it eh? Okay how about, my husband - who thankfully has enough patience to put up with my nutty ideas - and my crazy, but wonderfully affectionate kids. Oh and we have two, very large, lap dogs adding to the daily madness.
The Beast. He likes hanging out in the multi-purpose workspace, Aka: mum's office, dad's office, classroom and game room.
Any guilty pleasures? Come on, you know you want to tell us...
I suppose the girly thing to say is that I'm addicted to buying shoes or that I can't get enough chocolate. But honestly, I love shopping for bed sheets. The higher the thread the count, the happier I am. Clean sheet day, is my favorite day of the week! lol
My other guilty pleasure is watching army macho stuff. Anything with SAS, SBS, Marines - Royal or otherwise, Navy SEAL teams (or they can be alone, I don't discriminate), tankers, and infantry. There is something about a solider…yum!
From TV series Strike Back
[image error]
One of my all time Favourite Photos
I adore that picture too.
Come on, dish the dirt on that bag of Harlequin Books your grandmother gave you.
LOL! My Grandma gave me that bag of books when I was sixteen or seventeen; my great-aunt passed those books on to her because quite a few were in LARGE print. While visiting one day, Gram showed me the bag and asked me if I wanted it. I said yes. I never turned anything down that Gram offered me before, of course, they were usually her chocolate chip cookies, but hey her cookies were awesome, so how bad could a bag of books be! Anyways, I remember looking through the bag once I got home and thought to myself, there is not one single John Saul, or Dean Koontz in this entire bag. (I was reading weird and scary at the time, romance hadn't caught my eye yet.) Then one night I was bored and began flipping though one of the books. Surprisingly enough, I happen to open it to a * cough* sex scene and I was hooked. After I finished the bag, my mum past them on to a friend or cousin, but I made sure I pulled out my favourite books. I still have them today. What genre was your favourite? I'm really not sure what genre that bag of books were, mixed I suppose. To be honest, I didn't really pay attention, I was too busy reading all the juicy bits. Now I read any genre, but I do prefer that element of romance woven into the story.
What is No Matter When about?
No Matter When is an erotic, time travel romance about Lilly Marten and Gabe Sutherland, who were 'shifted' seconds before their deaths and meet in 1503 Medieval England. Lilly is a medieval history student from 2012 who has a photographic memory, who has separated herself from the world because of her amazing talent.
Captain Gabriel Sutherland is a genetically enhanced soldier from 2079, who - because of his position in the military - has been denied the right to have any type of relationship, no family, no spouse, not even a lover. Along for the ride is another soldier from the future, a kid genius from the '80's and a doctor from the '40's. All of which have been 'shifted' seconds before they were about to die.
The story focuses on the developing relationship between Lilly and Gabe, as the groups learns, for reasons unknown, an advance military force has targeted Queen Margaret for assassination. Forced together by a common goal, Gabe and Lilly must not only deal with the attacks from an outside force but they must also face their strong and sometimes overpowering attraction for one another.
Here's a copy of the jacket blurb.
Standing on the battlements of a 16th century Keep was the last place Gabriel Sutherland should be. Then again, being 'shifted' to 1503 seconds before a rocket blew his ass to bits wasn't something he had envisioned either. Still, he was surviving the only way he knew how, as a soldier.
Then Lilly arrived. Sweet, innocent Lilly. For a genetically superior soldier whose life had entailed of nothing but serving King and country, the arrival of Lilly proves too much for Gabe to ignore. For the first time in his life, Gabe can have a woman of his own and Lilly is the one.
Lilly Marten lives alone, her quiet life the result of a highly sensitive photographic memory. That changed when she arrived in the year 1503 seconds before Toronto's popular C.N Tower came crashing down on top of her. Now she was never alone. Gabe was always near. With his unbelievably perfect features and intense green eyes, he is not a man easily ignored. Yet, uncertainty about her new life leaves Lilly with no choice but to put faith in a man she fears and whose strong physical presence causes her to desire more than just his trust.
OMG! Awesome stuff. Tell me about your inspiration for this series?
I love history, so that probably had a little to do with my idea. But honestly, I didn't have any inspiration for the series. It was just an idea the came to me about a girl from present day Toronto that travels back to the 1500's and falls in love with a Lord. The rest just fell into place as the idea came into focus and it transformed into No Matter When.
Have you travelled to the places in your books?
Yes. I was born and raised in Toronto, and thanks to my father being English and my husband being in the military, I have been fortunate enough to travel to the UK to visit family. As well as to Europe, and I've crossed Canada several times. [image error][image error][image error][image error]
Long Beach Vancouver Island and British Colombia Red Sands of Alberton, Prince Edward Island
What's coming next for you?
A paranormal romance titled The Soul Within. Alex 'Ace Hunter is a deliciously dark but hunky soldier who, while in a coma, his soul has separated from his body.
Meet Evening Sinclair, a feisty physiotherapist, who not only can heal the body and soul, but has the ability to merge souls back into their bodies.
There is also a mixture of lippy ghosts and angels, creep dead souls and a heavy dose of naughty scenes, plus a great bad guy. Gotta love that bad guy!
I am loving your soldier themes *sigh*. But how does your family feel about your erotic romances?
My husband loves it thinks its great. My kidlets (8 and 6), cheer on my word count and think my stories are all about kissing which is just find with me. My brother tells people that I write 'chic porn' and my dad, well he just smiles and either says, "That's my girl." Or "You get that talent from me."
But the best was my mum. She was helping me with my latest MS, you know helping polish things up before I submitted it. Anyways, she was reading a line and the last word of the sentence was cock, which she followed with a startled "Oh!", then began giggling her butt off. I of course had no choice but to laugh as well. Afterwards she said, "I can't believe my daughter knows so much about sex." It was cute.
LOL! Brilliant mum reaction.Where can fans find you? (Facebook, Twitter etc.)
I would love to hear from fans! I can be reached at fancy-nancyadams@hotmail.com and I have a page on Face book under Nancy Adams. www.facebook.com/NancyAdams.scribblin....
No website or blog yet, but I've got my fingers cross for the near future.
Can you treat us to an excerpt from your new release?
Of course! Here it is, a naughty scene for your reading pleasure.
Giving her an evil grin, he pulled her back, his mouth sealing roughly over hers. She parted her lips automatically, and with an arrogant grunt he slid his tongue smoothly into her mouth. She had never felt anything like the way she felt when Gabe slid his tongue into her mouth. The sudden nervous flutter in her stomach was being quickly replaced by something hot and needy. It was as if her entire body was in some drug-induced state of euphoria. Every nerve, every muscle seemed to come to life, craving more of him. The sensation was new and confusing. It felt like she was losing control, but what he was doing to her felt so good, so right. She fought to keep her fears at bay and, following his lead, she gently, without hesitation, stroked his tongue with her own.
Gabe's low groan gave her the courage to continue and she leaned in to him, deepening the kiss. His hands fell away from her face to grip her waist. She felt a brief tug at her gown and he lifted her without any effort and had her straddling his crossed legs. He closed his arms around her and pinned her against his muscled chest. The heat from his chest seeped into her breasts, causing her nipples to become tight and sensitive. He ran his hands down her back to her bottom, where he gripped almost painfully, pulling her damp centre tight against his hard length, his mouth hard, demanding.
At that moment, she became acutely aware of where his hands were—that they were sliding along her bare legs, under her dress, to her bare behind. Oh, God. She gripped at his shoulders, her body rigid. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her face flushed. She had been washing them nightly so she could wear them the next day—a nightly chore she had already completed.
He squeezed naked flesh this time, grinding his swollen cock against her wet mound. The rough texture of his breeches caused her hips to jerk in response. She felt both exposed and wanton, confused whether she should stop or just let the warmth of Gabe's mouth and hands take her away. Then the decision was made for her as she felt Gabe's finger brush along her inner thigh. A nervous flutter swirled in her stomach as her skin flared with expectant heat, her breasts swelling, hot and heavy. Slowly, he stroked her, teased the achy heat pooling in her core, and when he eased a finger deep and her body clamped down, something between a sigh and a moan escaped before she could stop it.
"Jesus, you're wet," Gabe breathed against her mouth, inhaling deeply, moving his finger in slow strokes. "I need to know right now if you want this." When she failed to respond quickly enough, he removed his finger and clamped his hands around her waist, demanding, "I'm getting mixed signals, Lilly. Tell me if you want this." His voice was low, with a rough edge.
Opening her eyes, Lilly felt the sensual haze lift and she tensed, staring at Gabe's face. A sinful mask was playing with the shadows of his face. He looked dark, almost to the point of being dangerous.
"Don't do that." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he pulled her close. His lips brushed her ear. "Lilly, please. How many times do I have to ask you not to be afraid of me?" The warmth of his breath brushed her cheek.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you looked…" She was lost for words.
He pulled back, asking, "Hungry?"
She swallowed. Was that what it was? Hunger? Was he hungry for her?
"I want you, Lilly." His strong hand squeezed her waist, making her feel small and vulnerable. "I want to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you. I want to look at your body when you're hot and wet and ready for me. I want to lay you down and do things to you…your body…that you have never imagined." He pulled her close, buried his face in her hair. "You want me, too." His breath warmed her neck. "But I can't, not like this, not when you are scared and confused."
Phew, hot stuff. Thanks so much for stopping by and do come visit again. Good luck with all your new projects.
Lily x
5 * Reviews for No Matter When
No Matter When
Reviewed by R.A. Macaulay
'No Matter When' is an excellent time-travel novel that offers history, mystery and a steamy romance between two very well written characters; Gabe and Lilly. Ms.Adams has a flair for sexy, sensuous romance and this novel is a great start to a much anticipated series. Next book, please!!
No Matter WhenReviewed by Kim Buchanan from CanadaA MUST READ! Wonderfully written... I couldnt stop reading! I cant wait to read the next book in "The Out of Time" Series.Night Owl Reviews
The author has woven a tale that gives a unique take on time-travel stories. She keeps you guessing at what going to happen between Gabriel and Lilly until the end. Some scenes in the book will have you wishing for a fan or an ice cube to cool off with they are so steamy.
March 5, 2012
I am back!
I had an amazing time at Eroticon 2012. Please head on over to When One Is Not Enough and read the gossip.
Lily x
Lily x
March 3, 2012
I am at Eroticon!!!!
I'm thrilled to be at Eroticon 2012 this weekend!!
In the UK there are very few gatherings for writers and bloggers of erotica and erotic romance so this is a conference which, for me, doesn't involve a trip abroad and a whole ton of cash.
Held in Bristol on Saturday 3rd March, Eroticon is an all day event open to anyone writing about sex online from novice bloggers to published authors.The schedules look great and includes workshops and panel sessions covering writing inspiration, tech-skills, photography, getting published and more.
In the evening I'm looking forward to relaxing with a glass of wine and listening to readings from the UK's up and coming sex bloggers and writers and of course catching up with author friends.There are lots of reasons to go not least because there is a £50 LoveHoney voucher for every delegate - yay!! - and Total-E-Bound are providing oodles of cakes and pastries to get the day off to a great start.
The sessions look awesome and I suspect it will be one of those times when I wish there were several more hours in the day!! Here are just a few I will definitely be grabbing a front row seat at.
Identity, ethics and sex blogging : Zoe Margolis, Lori Smith, Molly Moore. Out or in? Real name or pen-name? Do you want your boss knowing what you did in or out of bed last night? And should you really name and shame the milkman? A discussion panel on identity and ethics, how it affects us as sex bloggers and those we write about.
Writing workshop : Maxim Jakubowski. A hands on workshop exploring ways to develop your writing and keep the creative juices flowing.
Taking Your Writing Beyond the Page and the Power of Collaboration by Scarlet French. Often writers can find themselves squirreled away, alone with their laptops. Yet, erotic writing is a genre that has enormous potential for collaboration. As the study of human sexuality burgeons, so too does the range of therapies and practices available to enable people to tap in to their full potential – for sexual pleasure and for overall wellbeing. Scarlett believes that mindful erotic writings can contribute to the therapeutic process and aid the quest for sexual expansiveness.In her talk, Scarlett explores this potential and discusses the power of collaborating with sex practitioners.
It's Kink, Jim, but not as we know it : London Faerie Fetish is everywhere these days: popularized by Torture Garden, co-opted by the media, an evergreen favourite with Tory MPs. Despite this it remains haunted by misconceptions and the pathologising influence of Freud, Kraft-Ebbing and the gang. This mixture of fear and fascination can be confusing. Rather than getting hung up on it, London Faerie will demonstrate his fierce, playful, high-energy style of kink on a friend's willing bottom, then answer questions about it afterwards. It's Kink, Jim, but not as we know it.
Don't they sound all sound amazing?!? I will of course fill you in on all the gossip as soon as I get back.
Lily x
