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September 14, 2011
September 11, 2011
WEEKEND REVIEWS
I am flying high this weekend on two great reviews. The first is for ESCAPE TO THE COUNTRY, my steamy novella set in the Cotswolds.
Erotica For All says this...
"Escape to the Country is an erotic novella by Lily Harlem. It tells the tale of Annie and Tim, a couple living and working in London. The rat race is wearing them down – not to mention affecting their sex life – so Tim decides a weekend away in the country is just what they need.Tim's University friends, Matt and Jane have a beautiful cottage in the Cotswolds, and Tim decides it's about time they met Annie. He thinks that their sexually liberal attitudes are just what he and Annie need to bring back the spark to their sex life and make sure they're hitting the spot.This was a luscious bed time read. After setting the scene,Escape to the Country quickly leaps into the naughty action – and boy is it hot! It's a whirlwind of m/f, menage, m/m and f/f sex, which may seem like a lot to cram into the word count, but it works. This isn't a tale about romance and building relationships, it's about sexual satisfaction and how the characters achieve it, and the journey is a steamy one. If you want a quick, satisfying read with lots of people getting it on, then look no further."
The second awesome 5* review is from The Romance Reviews for the first in my Hot Ice series HIRED.
"Brooke and "Bad Boy" Logan are just about as different as two people can be. She is luscious with soft curves and he is hard and cut angles. She is nurturing and he is destructive. She is unsure of herself and he is confident. She is eccentric and he operates in what most would consider a more "normal" fashion. Of course, wouldn't you know -- that is the perfect combination of ingredients for a passionate affair, IF the lie that Logan doesn't even know exists doesn't tear them apart.
I loved the chemistry between Brooke and Logan. His commanding presence and dominance was expected, but the kind and gentle side he shares with Brooke was very sexy and an oh-so pleasant surprise. It made my heart pound from passion and anxiety. Then it calmed me with the sweet tenderness and loving adoration between Brooke and Logan.
If you are looking for a book that's guaranteed to evoke a variety of emotions from start to finish, this would be a great choice!"
I am off to celebrate with the delectable Mr Harlem!
Lily x
Erotica For All says this...
"Escape to the Country is an erotic novella by Lily Harlem. It tells the tale of Annie and Tim, a couple living and working in London. The rat race is wearing them down – not to mention affecting their sex life – so Tim decides a weekend away in the country is just what they need.Tim's University friends, Matt and Jane have a beautiful cottage in the Cotswolds, and Tim decides it's about time they met Annie. He thinks that their sexually liberal attitudes are just what he and Annie need to bring back the spark to their sex life and make sure they're hitting the spot.This was a luscious bed time read. After setting the scene,Escape to the Country quickly leaps into the naughty action – and boy is it hot! It's a whirlwind of m/f, menage, m/m and f/f sex, which may seem like a lot to cram into the word count, but it works. This isn't a tale about romance and building relationships, it's about sexual satisfaction and how the characters achieve it, and the journey is a steamy one. If you want a quick, satisfying read with lots of people getting it on, then look no further."
The second awesome 5* review is from The Romance Reviews for the first in my Hot Ice series HIRED.
"Brooke and "Bad Boy" Logan are just about as different as two people can be. She is luscious with soft curves and he is hard and cut angles. She is nurturing and he is destructive. She is unsure of herself and he is confident. She is eccentric and he operates in what most would consider a more "normal" fashion. Of course, wouldn't you know -- that is the perfect combination of ingredients for a passionate affair, IF the lie that Logan doesn't even know exists doesn't tear them apart.
I loved the chemistry between Brooke and Logan. His commanding presence and dominance was expected, but the kind and gentle side he shares with Brooke was very sexy and an oh-so pleasant surprise. It made my heart pound from passion and anxiety. Then it calmed me with the sweet tenderness and loving adoration between Brooke and Logan.
If you are looking for a book that's guaranteed to evoke a variety of emotions from start to finish, this would be a great choice!"
I am off to celebrate with the delectable Mr Harlem!
Lily x
September 10, 2011
TREBLE ANTHOLOGY
Hot off the press on Monday at Total-E-Bound is the fabulous musically themed ménage anthology........ TREBLE.
Pre-order your copy by clicking on the cover below.
My story, Orchestrating Manoeuvres, is all about a broken hearted supermodel. It's hot, its naughty and you will never look at a grand piano the same again!!
If you head over to Total-E-Bound then be sure to check out my author spotlight interview. Its always fun hanging out with the TEB gang.
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
Pre-order your copy by clicking on the cover below.
My story, Orchestrating Manoeuvres, is all about a broken hearted supermodel. It's hot, its naughty and you will never look at a grand piano the same again!!
If you head over to Total-E-Bound then be sure to check out my author spotlight interview. Its always fun hanging out with the TEB gang.
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
September 9, 2011
A Bit of Rough by Lucy Felthouse
Phew!! I have just finished reading A Bit of Rough, and I can tell you, I am all hot and bothered and wondering where I can get myself a really bad boy like Andrew.
When Alison meets Andrew ("call me Drew"), she instantly pegs him as a moron. He's a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She's not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there's no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.
Excerpt
When I met Andrew through friends of friends, I instantly pegged him as a bit of a moron. We were in a pub, and he was telling anybody that would listen about the many mishaps in his love life. Turns out he was quite the ladies' man and had many close calls. The one he was regaling the room with when I arrived was an incident where he'd blown off a woman for the evening, only for her to turn up at his house and see him getting hot and heavy with someone else. Despite the fact he was mocking himself, it sounded like he was desperate for the people listening to know just how many women had been in his life, for however brief an interlude. He was one of those guys you love to hate. And yet, I still fancied him rotten. It was totally bizarre. He was not my type at all.
He was just a little taller than me, slim and lightly tattooed. His facial hair was somewhere between stubble and beard, his hair had no discernable style, and he smoked. I like my men tall, muscular, and clean-shaven. And I hate smoking. Therefore, it took me a while to put my finger on the reason—or reasons—for my odd attraction to the guy. When I finally worked it out, it was like a light bulb clicked on in my head.
He was—or at least he thought he was—a bad boy. What many would call "a bit of rough." He was the guy you never introduced to your friends and certainly not to your parents. You kept him completely under wraps—preferably between the sheets—and enjoyed.
I got the vibe from his oozing self-confidence and the way he recounted his colorful sex life, that he was probably good in bed. I resolved to find out. I didn't need to make a move; his arrogance assured him he was irresistible to all women, and he came on to me, knowing I wouldn't refuse.
I almost did, just to take him down a peg or two. But he was hot, and I was horny, so I didn't mind him picking me up. After all, I had no intention of becoming one of his amusing anecdotes. I wasn't going to stick around long enough for that. I was simply in it for my "bit of rough"—then I was a goner.
We decided to go back to his place. I wouldn't have been bothered either way, but it was clear he felt more comfortable in familiar surroundings. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more I realized going to his place was the more sensible option. I could scoot home whenever I wanted, and he'd never know where to find me. Not that I thought for a moment he was the type to stand below my bedroom window, declaring undying love, but I wasn't about to take that chance.
As Andrew and I left the bar, my friend Jodi grabbed me for a "quick word." I excused myself and went with her to the Ladies' for our chat.
"What's the matter?" I asked her, eager now to hit the road with my conquest.
Or was I his?
"What are you doing?" Jodi asked. "You know he's a total man-whore, don't you?"
I grinned. "Of course. That's why I'm going home with him. I'm horny, he's gorgeous, and I reckon he'll be a great lay. Don't worry; I've no intention of making him a permanent fixture. This is a one-off, no strings attached."
"Fair enough. Have fun!"
I made to leave, but Jodi added, "Alison?"
I groaned, hoping I wasn't about to get a lecture on safe sex from my lovely-yet-sensible friend. That was the last thing I needed, and it would completely kill my buzz. Not to mention condoms were a given, especially with a guy I knew slept around.
"Yeah?"
"Give him one for me, will ya?"
It seemed Andrew even appealed to the sensible girls.
Back at Andrew's, I gave the place a once-over whilst he was in the kitchen getting us drinks. It was definitely at the low-scale end of bachelor pads, a small, one-bedroomed flat with very little room to maneuver. One might call it cozy, if one was being polite. The place was, however, extremely clean and tidy—much to my relief. Either this guy was a clean freak, or he had a helping hand with the housework from his mum. I hoped it was the former; that boded better for his personal hygiene, which affected me much more than whether the TV had been dusted.
I flopped onto the living room sofa just in the nick of time. Andrew smiled as he handed over my drink.
"Thanks," I said. "Nice place you've got here."
"It's not bad. Much smaller than I'd like, but it's all I can afford at the moment. It's cozy, though, isn't it?"
I grinned inwardly, anticipating his next words.
"It just means we'll have to snuggle up closer, doesn't it?"
If I hadn't been so horny, I'd have laughed out loud. But he was hot and eager. I wasn't going to risk crushing that huge ego. Not until I'd had my wicked way with him, anyway.
We sat and sipped at our drinks, making small talk with lots of meaningful eye contact. There was never any question over what was going to happen next; it was just a case of when. I found myself getting antsy, not to mention increasingly horny, and so thought I'd propel the action forward somewhat.
I knocked back my drink and set it on the table next to the sofa. Then I stood up and said, "Can I use your bathroom please?"
"Sure, it's just through there." He indicated the hallway leading off the room we were in.
I wandered through, did what I needed to do, and then inspected myself in the mirror, making sure I had no unsightly make-up smudges, or anything stuck in my teeth. After primping myself a little, I headed back into the living room. Andrew was nowhere to be seen, though I knew he wasn't far away, as I heard clinking glasses. He was washing up.
I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he'd heard me or not. I wasn't bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.
I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, "Come on sweetie, I'm sure those can wait, can't they? We have better things to be getting on with."
Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, "We most certainly do."
He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he'd clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn't sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn't care. I was about to get my bit of rough.
In classic cliché style, I took Andrew's hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I'd yet to go.
Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn't sure I'd be able to curb my hilarity if we'd started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.
Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he'd regaled us with in the pub.
He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn't seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.
I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn't planned, eh?
From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That's when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.
"How many tattoos do you have?"
"Ten."
"Let's see 'em then."
To find out more about Lucy Felthouse and all her yummy stories click below.
Have a great day.
Lily x
When Alison meets Andrew ("call me Drew"), she instantly pegs him as a moron. He's a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She's not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there's no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.
Excerpt
When I met Andrew through friends of friends, I instantly pegged him as a bit of a moron. We were in a pub, and he was telling anybody that would listen about the many mishaps in his love life. Turns out he was quite the ladies' man and had many close calls. The one he was regaling the room with when I arrived was an incident where he'd blown off a woman for the evening, only for her to turn up at his house and see him getting hot and heavy with someone else. Despite the fact he was mocking himself, it sounded like he was desperate for the people listening to know just how many women had been in his life, for however brief an interlude. He was one of those guys you love to hate. And yet, I still fancied him rotten. It was totally bizarre. He was not my type at all.
He was just a little taller than me, slim and lightly tattooed. His facial hair was somewhere between stubble and beard, his hair had no discernable style, and he smoked. I like my men tall, muscular, and clean-shaven. And I hate smoking. Therefore, it took me a while to put my finger on the reason—or reasons—for my odd attraction to the guy. When I finally worked it out, it was like a light bulb clicked on in my head.
He was—or at least he thought he was—a bad boy. What many would call "a bit of rough." He was the guy you never introduced to your friends and certainly not to your parents. You kept him completely under wraps—preferably between the sheets—and enjoyed.
I got the vibe from his oozing self-confidence and the way he recounted his colorful sex life, that he was probably good in bed. I resolved to find out. I didn't need to make a move; his arrogance assured him he was irresistible to all women, and he came on to me, knowing I wouldn't refuse.
I almost did, just to take him down a peg or two. But he was hot, and I was horny, so I didn't mind him picking me up. After all, I had no intention of becoming one of his amusing anecdotes. I wasn't going to stick around long enough for that. I was simply in it for my "bit of rough"—then I was a goner.
We decided to go back to his place. I wouldn't have been bothered either way, but it was clear he felt more comfortable in familiar surroundings. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more I realized going to his place was the more sensible option. I could scoot home whenever I wanted, and he'd never know where to find me. Not that I thought for a moment he was the type to stand below my bedroom window, declaring undying love, but I wasn't about to take that chance.
As Andrew and I left the bar, my friend Jodi grabbed me for a "quick word." I excused myself and went with her to the Ladies' for our chat.
"What's the matter?" I asked her, eager now to hit the road with my conquest.
Or was I his?
"What are you doing?" Jodi asked. "You know he's a total man-whore, don't you?"
I grinned. "Of course. That's why I'm going home with him. I'm horny, he's gorgeous, and I reckon he'll be a great lay. Don't worry; I've no intention of making him a permanent fixture. This is a one-off, no strings attached."
"Fair enough. Have fun!"
I made to leave, but Jodi added, "Alison?"
I groaned, hoping I wasn't about to get a lecture on safe sex from my lovely-yet-sensible friend. That was the last thing I needed, and it would completely kill my buzz. Not to mention condoms were a given, especially with a guy I knew slept around.
"Yeah?"
"Give him one for me, will ya?"
It seemed Andrew even appealed to the sensible girls.
Back at Andrew's, I gave the place a once-over whilst he was in the kitchen getting us drinks. It was definitely at the low-scale end of bachelor pads, a small, one-bedroomed flat with very little room to maneuver. One might call it cozy, if one was being polite. The place was, however, extremely clean and tidy—much to my relief. Either this guy was a clean freak, or he had a helping hand with the housework from his mum. I hoped it was the former; that boded better for his personal hygiene, which affected me much more than whether the TV had been dusted.
I flopped onto the living room sofa just in the nick of time. Andrew smiled as he handed over my drink.
"Thanks," I said. "Nice place you've got here."
"It's not bad. Much smaller than I'd like, but it's all I can afford at the moment. It's cozy, though, isn't it?"
I grinned inwardly, anticipating his next words.
"It just means we'll have to snuggle up closer, doesn't it?"
If I hadn't been so horny, I'd have laughed out loud. But he was hot and eager. I wasn't going to risk crushing that huge ego. Not until I'd had my wicked way with him, anyway.
We sat and sipped at our drinks, making small talk with lots of meaningful eye contact. There was never any question over what was going to happen next; it was just a case of when. I found myself getting antsy, not to mention increasingly horny, and so thought I'd propel the action forward somewhat.
I knocked back my drink and set it on the table next to the sofa. Then I stood up and said, "Can I use your bathroom please?"
"Sure, it's just through there." He indicated the hallway leading off the room we were in.
I wandered through, did what I needed to do, and then inspected myself in the mirror, making sure I had no unsightly make-up smudges, or anything stuck in my teeth. After primping myself a little, I headed back into the living room. Andrew was nowhere to be seen, though I knew he wasn't far away, as I heard clinking glasses. He was washing up.
I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he'd heard me or not. I wasn't bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.
I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, "Come on sweetie, I'm sure those can wait, can't they? We have better things to be getting on with."
Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, "We most certainly do."
He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he'd clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn't sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn't care. I was about to get my bit of rough.
In classic cliché style, I took Andrew's hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I'd yet to go.
Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn't sure I'd be able to curb my hilarity if we'd started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.
Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he'd regaled us with in the pub.
He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn't seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.
I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn't planned, eh?
From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That's when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.
"How many tattoos do you have?"
"Ten."
"Let's see 'em then."
To find out more about Lucy Felthouse and all her yummy stories click below.
Have a great day.
Lily x
September 7, 2011
HOT PICS!
Autumn has blown in with a vengeance in the UK. Now I don't mind the cooler months, I hole up in my little pink attic and get a whole pile of writing done. But what I can't cope with is actually being cold, so just to keep things warm and toastie, here are some HOT pics...enjoy....
Author Spotlight
September 5, 2011
BOLLYWOOD launches this week at Total-E-Bound
It is an exciting time as Total-E-Bound releases its amazing new Bollywood series. These sultry stories from Mumbai will be sure to get you hot and steamy and there is something for everyone's taste in erotic romance.
My spicy offering is a novella titled The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
BLURB
No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita's wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I've waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.
Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.
So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.
EXCERPT
It has been an eventful weekend in my nocturnal world. Saturday night was my first pole performance at Talin's. The club was overflowing and the air thick with cigarette smoke and the bellow of men's chatter. During my first steps I was nervous, but practicing paid off, my routine went well and I was pleased with the new black suspender belt. It was sexy and risqué when I spun around the pole then belly danced for the front row of the audience.
Madan was, of course, there, sipping a drink chock full of ice, and his seductive, brown eyes never left my body as I danced and writhed, swung and twirled. He'd been keen to see this new craze, this new sizzling dance the girls had been talking about in hushed whispers and rehearsing in secret. I'd been even keener to show him, to perform for him. Just one look from Madan is like a thousand caresses from any other man.
When my erotic performance came to an end, he stood, slammed his drink on the table and stalked to the exit. My heart fluttered, and a lump grew in my belly. Had he not enjoyed watching me coil around the cool, hard steel? I'd caressed it like a lover and been shameless in the way I'd flashed the gusset of my panties to the entire room. I'd even considered doing the routine topless next time, it felt so good, so liberating, to be spinning through the air while everyone watched adoringly.
I headed into the backstage corridor, keen to get to my dressing room. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle to my room, I heard my name called sharply.
"Harita."
I turned, clutching my chest. "Madan! You took me by surprise."
He took three ground-eating paces towards me, his jaw set and his eyes flashing. I couldn't tell if he were beyond furious or consumed with desire. There was a rise of colour on his cheeks and his fists were balled.
"What is it?" I asked, pushing open the door and taking a backwards step inside.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said in a voice that was more like a growl than human speech. "Ever."
"You liked it?"
"Oh, yes." He moved into the small room with me and kicked the door shut. "And I'm going to show you just how much I liked it."
His fine-tailored jacket hit the floor with a quiet whump and he tore off his shirt. Between one breath and the next, he'd shifted the contents of my dressing table, bunching them to one side, and lifted my bum onto the cool wood.
"Madan," I gasped, gripping his hot, hard shoulders for purchase. "We can't, not here."
"You will do as I say." He ripped at my thong panties, tearing them from my body. "Especially when you have me about to combust, my sexy little Janu."
His eyes were stormy with desire, and lust coiled in my belly. I needed Madan the way I needed my next breath.
"Unzip me," he growled. "Take my lavDa into your sweet mouth. Don't stop sucking until I tell you to."
As his kiss threatened to consume me, I dragged at the zip on his pants and released his big, pulsing…
"Kamini, would you get off that laptop? You have a fitting in less than an hour."
"Yes, Mother," I shouted, quickly hitting 'save' and closing down the screen. I would have to finish Harita's sex scene later. Right now, there were essential wedding plans to organise.
That's not all, Total-E-Bound are holding a fabulous contest to win 5 e-books to celebrate all things sexy in Bollywood!!
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
My spicy offering is a novella titled The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
BLURB
No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita's wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I've waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.
Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.
So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.
EXCERPT
It has been an eventful weekend in my nocturnal world. Saturday night was my first pole performance at Talin's. The club was overflowing and the air thick with cigarette smoke and the bellow of men's chatter. During my first steps I was nervous, but practicing paid off, my routine went well and I was pleased with the new black suspender belt. It was sexy and risqué when I spun around the pole then belly danced for the front row of the audience.
Madan was, of course, there, sipping a drink chock full of ice, and his seductive, brown eyes never left my body as I danced and writhed, swung and twirled. He'd been keen to see this new craze, this new sizzling dance the girls had been talking about in hushed whispers and rehearsing in secret. I'd been even keener to show him, to perform for him. Just one look from Madan is like a thousand caresses from any other man.
When my erotic performance came to an end, he stood, slammed his drink on the table and stalked to the exit. My heart fluttered, and a lump grew in my belly. Had he not enjoyed watching me coil around the cool, hard steel? I'd caressed it like a lover and been shameless in the way I'd flashed the gusset of my panties to the entire room. I'd even considered doing the routine topless next time, it felt so good, so liberating, to be spinning through the air while everyone watched adoringly.
I headed into the backstage corridor, keen to get to my dressing room. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle to my room, I heard my name called sharply.
"Harita."
I turned, clutching my chest. "Madan! You took me by surprise."
He took three ground-eating paces towards me, his jaw set and his eyes flashing. I couldn't tell if he were beyond furious or consumed with desire. There was a rise of colour on his cheeks and his fists were balled.
"What is it?" I asked, pushing open the door and taking a backwards step inside.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said in a voice that was more like a growl than human speech. "Ever."
"You liked it?"
"Oh, yes." He moved into the small room with me and kicked the door shut. "And I'm going to show you just how much I liked it."
His fine-tailored jacket hit the floor with a quiet whump and he tore off his shirt. Between one breath and the next, he'd shifted the contents of my dressing table, bunching them to one side, and lifted my bum onto the cool wood.
"Madan," I gasped, gripping his hot, hard shoulders for purchase. "We can't, not here."
"You will do as I say." He ripped at my thong panties, tearing them from my body. "Especially when you have me about to combust, my sexy little Janu."
His eyes were stormy with desire, and lust coiled in my belly. I needed Madan the way I needed my next breath.
"Unzip me," he growled. "Take my lavDa into your sweet mouth. Don't stop sucking until I tell you to."
As his kiss threatened to consume me, I dragged at the zip on his pants and released his big, pulsing…
"Kamini, would you get off that laptop? You have a fitting in less than an hour."
"Yes, Mother," I shouted, quickly hitting 'save' and closing down the screen. I would have to finish Harita's sex scene later. Right now, there were essential wedding plans to organise.
That's not all, Total-E-Bound are holding a fabulous contest to win 5 e-books to celebrate all things sexy in Bollywood!!
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
BOLLYWOOD launches today at Total-E-Bound
It is an exciting start to the week as Total-E-Bound releases its amazing new Bollywood series. These sultry stories from Mumbai will be sure to get you hot and steamy and there is something for everyone's taste in erotic romance.
My spicy offering is a novella titled The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
BLURB
No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita's wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I've waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.
Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.
So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.
EXCERPT
It has been an eventful weekend in my nocturnal world. Saturday night was my first pole performance at Talin's. The club was overflowing and the air thick with cigarette smoke and the bellow of men's chatter. During my first steps I was nervous, but practicing paid off, my routine went well and I was pleased with the new black suspender belt. It was sexy and risqué when I spun around the pole then belly danced for the front row of the audience.
Madan was, of course, there, sipping a drink chock full of ice, and his seductive, brown eyes never left my body as I danced and writhed, swung and twirled. He'd been keen to see this new craze, this new sizzling dance the girls had been talking about in hushed whispers and rehearsing in secret. I'd been even keener to show him, to perform for him. Just one look from Madan is like a thousand caresses from any other man.
When my erotic performance came to an end, he stood, slammed his drink on the table and stalked to the exit. My heart fluttered, and a lump grew in my belly. Had he not enjoyed watching me coil around the cool, hard steel? I'd caressed it like a lover and been shameless in the way I'd flashed the gusset of my panties to the entire room. I'd even considered doing the routine topless next time, it felt so good, so liberating, to be spinning through the air while everyone watched adoringly.
I headed into the backstage corridor, keen to get to my dressing room. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle to my room, I heard my name called sharply.
"Harita."
I turned, clutching my chest. "Madan! You took me by surprise."
He took three ground-eating paces towards me, his jaw set and his eyes flashing. I couldn't tell if he were beyond furious or consumed with desire. There was a rise of colour on his cheeks and his fists were balled.
"What is it?" I asked, pushing open the door and taking a backwards step inside.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said in a voice that was more like a growl than human speech. "Ever."
"You liked it?"
"Oh, yes." He moved into the small room with me and kicked the door shut. "And I'm going to show you just how much I liked it."
His fine-tailored jacket hit the floor with a quiet whump and he tore off his shirt. Between one breath and the next, he'd shifted the contents of my dressing table, bunching them to one side, and lifted my bum onto the cool wood.
"Madan," I gasped, gripping his hot, hard shoulders for purchase. "We can't, not here."
"You will do as I say." He ripped at my thong panties, tearing them from my body. "Especially when you have me about to combust, my sexy little Janu."
His eyes were stormy with desire, and lust coiled in my belly. I needed Madan the way I needed my next breath.
"Unzip me," he growled. "Take my lavDa into your sweet mouth. Don't stop sucking until I tell you to."
As his kiss threatened to consume me, I dragged at the zip on his pants and released his big, pulsing…
"Kamini, would you get off that laptop? You have a fitting in less than an hour."
"Yes, Mother," I shouted, quickly hitting 'save' and closing down the screen. I would have to finish Harita's sex scene later. Right now, there were essential wedding plans to organise.
That's not all, Total-E-Bound are holding a fabulous contest to win 5 e-books to celebrate all things sexy in Bollywood!!
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
My spicy offering is a novella titled The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
BLURB
No one knows it is I, Kamini Singh who writes The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita.
The weekly column in Ichchha Magazine has been my secret for many years and penning Harita's wild sexual experiences has been a wonderful release for my frustrated emotions as I've waited for my parents to find me a suitable husband.
Now they have – the delectable Damon, and I can barely contain my excitement as our wedding, and wedding night, approaches. Handing myself over to him body and soul is going to be such a treat.
So imagine my delighted surprise when my new husband asks for even more than I ever dared hope? And imagine my shock when I realised that Damon had secrets of his own which could please me, satisfy me, and take me on ecstatic journeys which got more and more daring with each adventure Harita enjoyed.
Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage and dominance/submission.
EXCERPT
It has been an eventful weekend in my nocturnal world. Saturday night was my first pole performance at Talin's. The club was overflowing and the air thick with cigarette smoke and the bellow of men's chatter. During my first steps I was nervous, but practicing paid off, my routine went well and I was pleased with the new black suspender belt. It was sexy and risqué when I spun around the pole then belly danced for the front row of the audience.
Madan was, of course, there, sipping a drink chock full of ice, and his seductive, brown eyes never left my body as I danced and writhed, swung and twirled. He'd been keen to see this new craze, this new sizzling dance the girls had been talking about in hushed whispers and rehearsing in secret. I'd been even keener to show him, to perform for him. Just one look from Madan is like a thousand caresses from any other man.
When my erotic performance came to an end, he stood, slammed his drink on the table and stalked to the exit. My heart fluttered, and a lump grew in my belly. Had he not enjoyed watching me coil around the cool, hard steel? I'd caressed it like a lover and been shameless in the way I'd flashed the gusset of my panties to the entire room. I'd even considered doing the routine topless next time, it felt so good, so liberating, to be spinning through the air while everyone watched adoringly.
I headed into the backstage corridor, keen to get to my dressing room. Just as I wrapped my fingers around the door handle to my room, I heard my name called sharply.
"Harita."
I turned, clutching my chest. "Madan! You took me by surprise."
He took three ground-eating paces towards me, his jaw set and his eyes flashing. I couldn't tell if he were beyond furious or consumed with desire. There was a rise of colour on his cheeks and his fists were balled.
"What is it?" I asked, pushing open the door and taking a backwards step inside.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said in a voice that was more like a growl than human speech. "Ever."
"You liked it?"
"Oh, yes." He moved into the small room with me and kicked the door shut. "And I'm going to show you just how much I liked it."
His fine-tailored jacket hit the floor with a quiet whump and he tore off his shirt. Between one breath and the next, he'd shifted the contents of my dressing table, bunching them to one side, and lifted my bum onto the cool wood.
"Madan," I gasped, gripping his hot, hard shoulders for purchase. "We can't, not here."
"You will do as I say." He ripped at my thong panties, tearing them from my body. "Especially when you have me about to combust, my sexy little Janu."
His eyes were stormy with desire, and lust coiled in my belly. I needed Madan the way I needed my next breath.
"Unzip me," he growled. "Take my lavDa into your sweet mouth. Don't stop sucking until I tell you to."
As his kiss threatened to consume me, I dragged at the zip on his pants and released his big, pulsing…
"Kamini, would you get off that laptop? You have a fitting in less than an hour."
"Yes, Mother," I shouted, quickly hitting 'save' and closing down the screen. I would have to finish Harita's sex scene later. Right now, there were essential wedding plans to organise.
That's not all, Total-E-Bound are holding a fabulous contest to win 5 e-books to celebrate all things sexy in Bollywood!!
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
September 4, 2011
Kindlegraph!
Want my personalized digital autograph on the book you've just bought?
Now you can get one through Kindlegraph! You must have a TWITTER account for this to work but you don't have to have a Kindle version of the book!
All my books are available, and all you need to do is request a Kindlegraph! For information, go to: http://kindlegraph.com/books
Now you can get one through Kindlegraph! You must have a TWITTER account for this to work but you don't have to have a Kindle version of the book!
All my books are available, and all you need to do is request a Kindlegraph! For information, go to: http://kindlegraph.com/books
September 3, 2011
Always You by Karen Stivali
Karen Stivali's debut release at Ellora's Cave is out now...don't miss it!
When Shari discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she lets the wedding go on according to plan, except while everyone else is at the church, Shari is heading to the airport to fly off on her honeymoon with her best friend, Jon.
Jon is only too happy to help Shari escape what he knew would have been an awful marriage. Plus he's thrilled by the prospect of time alone with her in a tropical paradise. He's always loved her and desired her as a lot more than a friend.
A steamy, romantic night on the beach turns into a whirlwind of desire as they take their friendship to multiple new levels of passion. But when Shari's apologetic ex tries to win her back, she must choose between the life she thought she was going to have with him and the possibility of love with Jon.
Excerpt
If you want to learn more about Karen Stivali click below!!
When Shari discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she lets the wedding go on according to plan, except while everyone else is at the church, Shari is heading to the airport to fly off on her honeymoon with her best friend, Jon.
Jon is only too happy to help Shari escape what he knew would have been an awful marriage. Plus he's thrilled by the prospect of time alone with her in a tropical paradise. He's always loved her and desired her as a lot more than a friend.
A steamy, romantic night on the beach turns into a whirlwind of desire as they take their friendship to multiple new levels of passion. But when Shari's apologetic ex tries to win her back, she must choose between the life she thought she was going to have with him and the possibility of love with Jon.
Excerpt
If you want to learn more about Karen Stivali click below!!
