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Two new reviews have popped up this week and both are fabulous -

Here is what Sizzling Hot Books say about  Ménage à Music


Being attracted to people you work with can cause problems. Having two people you work with show an interest in you may be flattering, but will lead to trouble. It gets even worse if they are brothers…and in the music industry, we are not talking about regular egos either. But if they can work something out, this just might turn into a Ménage à Music.

Sylvia is the artist relations manager (that's British for public relations) for the band Manic Machines. It has been six months since her break-up with her boyfriend Nick. Feeling over it and ready to move on, she gives herself a make-over, including a stylish new haircut and some sexy cloths. The results of the make-over are more then she is expecting...she catches the eye(s) of not just one guy, but two. And they are both band members, and brothers, she manages. Not only could picking one over the other cause problems between brothers and band members, but she has her job to consider as well.

Tim and Dean Coltrane are close brothers and band member of Manic Machines. Tim is the drummer and Dean is the bass guitarist. They both had noticed Sylvia before her make-over but were waiting for her to 'recover' from her break-up before making a move. They have also shared women in the past. Once, "long ago," they both fell for a woman that ended up going back and forth between them unknown to either of them. When they did find out she was dating both or playing them, whichever, they fought over her before realizing she wasn't worth it. After that, they agreed whenever they both liked the same girl to share her 'just like Mom use to make them share toys as children.' This is exactly what they suggest to Sylvia for Christmas Eve. But after a super hot night together, where does that leave everyone? Can they still work together? Will they want more? Will Silvia be able to cope with it if they do? And these guys are in the spotlight, so what happens then?


Ménage à Music is the 3rd in the Mattress Music Trilogy. We do meet the characters from the first two stories and might have understood the interplay there better for having read those. ButMénage à Music works great as a stand alone and I didn't miss any background from only reading this one (I do worry about missing previous books sometimes). As part of Ellora's Cave Quickies®, this is a fast read that gets to the point (scorching scenes between the main characters) very quickly. This does have a romantic element, but remains graphic for all that. Also the blurb gives the impression that this is written to the reader, but Ménage à Music is in standard first person-point-of-view writing (easier to read in my opinion).
Ménage à Music has one aspect that is kind of fun for me. As an American, the little British words or phrases that are used throughout (just like the slang I often use) add a little extra fun for me. Not important or enough to pull me out of the story, but can cause me to smile at words I don't use or hear often.
Ménage à Music is able to jump us right in the middle of the scenario since these characters already have a working, and somewhat of a friend-bade, relationship. Sylvia being the band's public relation manager means she has gotten to know everyone fairly well, and they her. The brother's obviously feel they know her well enough to be safe with both flirting with her. And when she seems interested in both of them, they feel safe enough to approach her about a ménage. Of course, being a short erotic, most of the story is focused around the evening spent together…

This is my first Lily Harlem book. If Ménage à Music is a good example of her other work, I am looking forward to reading more, especially ones like this. Ménage à Music doesn't leave anything out…the background is quickly but nicely established, the characters interact well and have a bond together, the sex is searing hot, and I was happy with the ending. Very nice for a "read in one sitting" (well, with how fast I read anyway).
Vicky gave Ménage à Music 4 love hearts which interprets as -


Great!! Move it up your TBR pile!








Hired also got a late review through from the wonderful Blackraven review site



Here is what they say........


If you've come to expect a lot of hot loving' in your romance books these days, you'll be impressed with Hired. It doesn't take Logan and Brooke too long to warm up to each other and things progress quickly throughout the book. I like that Ms. Harlem keeps the story moving along at a steady clip so things don't get boring.
Logan and Brooke get along very well until a misunderstanding drives them apart. Logan finally comes to his senses, shows up at her work, and that's when things really get romantic. It's so very sexy, you're gonna love it!
Hired has an abundant sexual content that keeps Logan and Brooke all but devouring each other at any given moment. I enjoyed the story so much, I just may have to read it again!


Ashley gave Hired an awesome 4 Ravens -

Shoshanna Evers – Hot Heroes and Heroines with Secrets

Please welcome the fabulous Shoshanna Evers to my blog - 


Thanks for having me on your blog, Lily!
By the way, I read your book Hired recently and *loved* it! And the fact that your hero in Hired is an NHL player and famous adds a whole new level of fun to the story.
Mark Cannon, the movie star action-hero in my new erotic romance Hollywood Spank is also famous. As you know, movie stars and tabloid reporters don't mix. Or do they?
In Hollywood Spank, Andrea has to keep her true motives as a reporter a secret. A hot famous hero and a heroine with a huge secret J But when both of them have the hots for each other, well, you know the sparks are gonna fly!
Here's the blurb and excerpt for Hollywood Spank:
When the studio heads for Mark Cannon's new action movie discover that their leading man likes to spank his personal assistants, they insist Mark hire a professional submissive who won't run to the tabloids with his kinky secret. Andrea Landley may be a wonderful assistant, but she lied through her teeth about being a BDSM pro to get the job—and now her real career as an undercover tabloid reporter has gotten very interesting. Andrea is willing to do whatever it takes to get the dirt for her scathing exposé—even if it means learning how to take a spanking from a movie star. She doesn't realize until it's too late that Mark Cannon has a lot more in store for her than just a simple spanking.

An Excerpt From: HOLLYWOOD SPANK
Copyright © SHOSHANNA EVERS, 2011All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Mark stepped quietly into his trailer and placed his script on the little desk. The sight of the slender, beautiful young woman lying on his cot caught him off guard and he swallowed a gasp of surprise. His new personal assistant.Despite how busy they'd had him in the last couple of hours, Mark had been unable to get Andrea off his mind. He had almost flubbed a line, since his thoughts kept wandering back to his trailer and that amazing ass of hers.And now, to find her sprawled out on his cot, looking so sweet and…inviting, he could see why she had proved to be so distracting.His gaze lingered over her long, shapely legs, clad in tight denim jeans, then traveled up her fitted long-sleeve blouse, its deep V-neck revealing just a hint of the swell of her perfect breasts.He could stare at Andrea like this for hours and never get bored. Mark wanted to pull those tight jeans off her gorgeous legs and ravish her right then and there. His cock thickened at the very thought of having sex with Andrea. Too bad he promised her he wasn't there to fuck her…and too bad she agreed there would be no fucking.Andrea crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at him."Uncross your arms," he said. "I want to see your breasts."Andrea slowly uncrossed her arms and actually blushed as she did so, even though she was fully dressed."You aren't really experienced as a submissive, are you." It was a statement, not a question. She had lied. It was obvious now that this was all very new to her.Andrea gasped and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I just really, really wanted this job."
"Enough to let me actually spank you?" he asked, surprised."I may have lied about my BDSM experience to get the job, Sir, but I wasn't lying about my skill as an assistant, and you saw for yourself that…what you did turned me on."Mark looked at her thoughtfully. "That's true. So let me get this straight. You're a very good assistant and you're fully willing to explore the idea of me spanking you.""Yes.""Because it turns you on."Andrea blushed again. Man, that was cute. "Yes," she said softly."So even though I said no sex before, if all this really turns you on, are you willing to get a little sexual?" He sat on the edge of the cot next to her and held her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes."I just met you, Sir, and I don't usually have sex with men I just met," she said. "I mean, I never do. So, can we get a little sexual without actually having sex, for right now?"Mark grinned. "Absolutely.""So I can stay?""Say, 'Sir, may I stay?'" Mark said.Andrea didn't hesitate. "Sir, may I stay?""Yeah, you can stay. But I want you over my knee right now for lying to me.""Thank you, Sir. For the job, I mean," Andrea said as she nervously draped herself over his lap.He locked his legs around hers to keep her from escaping her punishment and raised his hand, relishing that moment right before he brought it down on her ass. "Say thank you for the spanking too.""Thank you, Sir.""My pleasure," Mark said. "And hopefully, it will be your pleasure as well."
- WOW!!! Shoshanna Holywood Spank sounds like my sort of read and I can't wait to dive right into it!! Thanks for stopping by today and giving us all the super juicy details.
Lily x
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Ménage à Music

Ménage à Music is finally out at Ellora's Cave. Its the final in a set of three short stories focussing on the sexy London rock and roll scene. Watch out - its hot with a capital H!

Blurb

Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.

But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?

Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.


Excerpt



I hung out in the green room with Nina and Jenny, watching the interview on a flat screen. Robbie did the majority of the chatting and after a few minutes announced his engagement to Jenny. The result was a scream of excitement and wild clapping from the live audience.
When the frenzy calmed, Claudia folded her arms. "So," she said, stretching her ruby-red lips wide. "If that's two members of the hottest band on the planet taken, girls will be worrying about their chances of bagging a Manic Machine. Tell me, Dean, Tim, is there anyone special in your lives?"
Tim sat with his ankle over his knee and his arm stretched along the back of the couch behind Dean. "Might be," he said with a grin. It was the first time he'd spoken.
"Go on," Claudia said, leaning forward with encouraging eyes.
"You'll just have to watch this space," he said with a slow bob of his head, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth.
"Oh, very coy." Claudia laughed. "And Dean, what about you?"
Dean looked at Tim. His eyes narrowed and a muscle flexed in his stubbled cheek. "Mmm," he said, his focus not leaving his brother's face. "Yeah, there's someone I have my eye on too."
"Tell us more," Claudia said, raising her perfectly arched brows.
"Well, obviously I can't go in to detail." He poked at a cigarette packet shoved up the hacked-off arm of his t-shirt. "But I will say Tim and I have amazingly similar taste in women."
Tim cocked a dark brow at Dean.
There was a moment of heavy silence.
"Oh, goody," Claudia said, rubbing her hands together and bouncing up and down on her seat. "A battle of the brothers, who will get the girl? And I must say…" She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead in a dramatic swoon. "She's the luckiest girl on the planet."
My heart fluttered and a flush of heat spread across my chest and up my neck. Oh my god, were they talking about me? They'd just announced on national prime time TV that they both liked the same girl. Unless my antenna for spotting serious flirting was well off track, that girl had to be me.
I caught Jenny and Nina swapping meaningful looks.
"What?" I asked, swallowing down a lump the size of Santa's sack.
"You don't stand a chance," Jenny said with a twitch of her brows.
"No," Nina agreed. "You have two of the most determined guys in the world after you. It'sgonna get real messy."

Don't miss the first two in the set. Mattress Music



Is it possible to lose one's ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn!It doesn't help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there's another reason Nina's less than satisfied these days…she's just having a hard time admitting it.It's a good thing she's met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she's been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian's not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina's body sing.When she discovers his secret, it's time for both of them to face the music.
And Mirror Music


As Robbie Harding belts out hit song Jenny to a packed Wembley Stadium, my heart tears, my mind fudges and my insides heat to a lusty, pulsing boiling point.Why me more than the other 90,000 screaming fans?Because I'm Jenny—he's singing about me.The guy is sex on legs with a voice to match and has starred in all my hot dreams since the day boys became interesting. For three precious years, it was more than hot dreams. Turns out he wants me back in his life and his bed. How can I resist?So with lots of naked, sweaty and downright dirty time to make up for, I wield my backstage pass, hunt him down and refuse to be starstruck by the boy next door. Seems Robbie agrees, as he insists on tuning in to my needs and rediscovering our rhythm before we even reach a bedroom.
Mattress Music was voted book of the week by Whipped Cream Readers.

FREE WEEKEND READ!!

Unhealthy Obsession is my free short story available at Total-E-Bound.


Blurb

Martin is Amy's whole life—the sensual centre of an unhealthy obsession. What can she do to turn her steamy dreams into reality?

Grab a coffee and indulge in some sexy fiction for half an hour - be sure to let me know your thoughts.

HOT OFF THE PRESS!!

Come Find Me by Natalie Dae


Blurb

Kat Simmons takes a vacation to explore her feelings for her sex-on-legs coworker Dan. She's had the hots for him for the past two years, but isn't sure if he feels the same way. She knows she needs to return home and confess how she feels—that she hungers for him, has sexy dreams about him…wants him in her bed.

When a room service waiter brings her a note, Kat follows the directions to a mountain cabin. Dan is there—and he wants her naked and in his arms. Together they explore their shared desire for BDSM. A dungeon provides them with the ideal place to act out their fantasies and Kat realizes sex can be hotter than she ever dreamed with a little spanking added to the mix.
Excerpt

The elevator took an age, the green lights indicating the floor levels lighting up with too many seconds in between. She tapped her foot on the patterned carpet, looking down at the interlocking burgundy-and-beige octagons, anything to calm her pinging nerves. A soft whoosh sounded and she lifted her head. The elevator doors slid open, revealing no one inside, and she stepped aboard, jabbing the ground floor button. Her stomach lurched as the descent began and she tapped her hand against her thigh. No one else boarded and when she reached the foyer, she walked across, alert and studying everyone there. Was Dan here, watching, making sure she followed his instructions?

At the desk, Kat received the promised envelope and glanced around before ripping it open. Another folded sheet was inside and she took it out, murmuring the words as she read them.

"Walk down the hill toward town. At the bottom, wait for the tour bus. Travel to the last stop. Once there, get off and head for the tree-lined mountain trail. You'll get another note at the third trunk on that path. Come find me!"

Laughter burbled out of her and she looked around, conscious that someone may think her odd.Fuck it. If they do I don't care! She ran to the double doors and burst through, the brisk spring wind whipping her face and hair. Walking along the path toward the main road, she eyed the pebbled gardens. Shrubs and small flowers dotted the areas on either side, and trees in huge pots, their leaves pruned, shaded the grounds. Everything looked so pretty and her mood lightened further, a big improvement to how she'd felt upon waking.

On the path that led down the hill, she halted and stared ahead at the mountains she had to reach. Dan was there, waiting for her. She walked quickly down the hill, taking in the sights below. The buildings of the town center appeared—a cluster of browns, grays and whites. Houses tapered from dense to sparse, creating a circle, giving way to countryside. What she surmised were cows grazed in a couple of fields, horses cantering in another, and she breathed in the crisp air, so glad she'd taken this trip.

At the bottom of the hill, she waited only moments for the bus, which trundled toward her, an old-fashioned silver beast from the fifties. Once aboard, she sat close to a window and willed the other passengers to hurry up and get on. The bus sighed as the doors closed and the engine clattered before settling into a loud hum. Kat stared out the window but didn't fully appreciate the scenery. Visions of Dan filled her mind and warmed her cunt. She squirmed in her seat, giving the other passengers sidelong glances, telling herself there was no way they knew what she was thinking. God, just to have him touch her, even if he only held her hand…

"Last stop!" the driver called out. "Pick-up is at five."

Kat sprang out of her seat and moved to the aisle. Other passengers dragged their heels as they disembarked and impatience nipped at her. She fought the urge to push into the aisle and race off the bus, wanting nothing more than to reach that damn tree! At last a space between people presented itself and she lunged into it, antsy to be on her way. A woman stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to the driver, striking up a conversation about which trail was best to take.

Come on, come on!

Her smile rigid, her mind screaming, Kat took a brochure from a transparent holder attached to the dash and handed it to the woman, who nodded her thanks and stepped off the bus. Relief spread through Kat and she jumped the last two steps, landing on the path with a thud. Moving away from the bus, she spotted the tree-lined trail and sped across the road. As she neared the third tree, disappointment soughed through her. No envelope flapped in the breeze. She rushed on, overtaking others on the trail. Had someone else found it, discarded it?

At the tree she rounded the trunk, tripping on an exposed root in her haste. She stumbled, hands splayed out in front of her as she readied herself for a fall. The ground rose to meet her, but strong hands gripped her upper arms from behind, hauling her upright. Annoyed with herself for almost falling, Kat shrugged off the hands and turned to face whoever had rescued her, hoping it was Dan.

It wasn't.

Despondent, she stared at the man, his weathered skin adding years to his face. Wispy white hair like cotton wool was jostled in the gentle wind and eyes crinkled as he smiled.

"Nearly did yourself some damage there," he said, nodding to the tree root.

"I…I did, yes. Thank you for helping me. I—"

"Here." He thrust out a white envelope held in a hand gnarled by arthritis, liver spots dotting the skin. "Been asked to give you this."

Kat stared from the envelope to his face. "Oh I… Thanks!" She took it, itching to open it there and then, but instead held it by her side. "Did you see the person who gave it to you? I mean, is he here?" She gazed around, the path empty now except for them.

"Oh yes, but that was last night." The old man winked. "Quite the charade, eh? Wish I'd thought of something like this when I was wooing my wife. She'd have appreciated this." He sighed. "Well, you have fun now."

He turned and walked toward the bus stop, leaving Kat mulling over what he'd said. Wooing? Was that what Dan was doing? She hugged herself, reveling in that thought, only for reality to snatch it away.

Don't be stupid. He doesn't want you. He's made that very clear.

Pushing away negative thoughts—any time spent with Dan was better than none—she opened the envelope and stared down at the paper. A series of instructions and a crudely drawn map showed her how to get to her next destination. Dan had signed his name in the bottom right-hand corner, a smiley face beside it, a kiss beneath. She fought off a smile, but it spread her lips all the same. That kiss was just something people did, wasn't it? As much as she hoped for more, that it meant something other than the usual everyday thing, she told herself not to keep analyzing everything. She'd only end up disappointed in the end.

With a sigh she followed the trail, taking a meandering path to the right. It led up the mountain to a flat ridge that held three log cabins, each surrounded by well-tended gardens and picket fences. She headed for the one in the middle, as instructed, and paused at the white gate. Her heart beat painfully fast and she struggled to steady her breathing.

For god's sake! It isn't as if you've never met him before! She pushed the gate open and stepped onto the path. But this is different. I've never met him outside of work. Like this, with notes and the invitation to come find him.

Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, Kat approached the door and knocked. Seconds passed with no response. Had she come to the right one? She scanned the instructions then looked at the garden. Yes, there was the yellow rosebush mentioned in the note. Definitely the right place. Something fluttered between the stems, partially obscured by the leaves, and she stepped across the grass for a closer look. Another envelope nestled there and, stomach rolling as she anticipated the note's contents, Kat picked it up and began to read.

MATTRESS MUSIC WON!!

Thanks to everyone who voted for Mattress Music over the weekend - it won Book of the Week at Whipped Cream Reviews


Here's what the reviewer said


It seems Nina has lost her ability to experience an orgasm -- is that possible and will Ian change things for her?

I rated this story high for its uniqueness, especially in its opening scene. Nina loves sex but her roommates don't like the noise she makes in their shared living area so she's resorted to playing music and turning the volume up. Problem is, the lyrics are playing out in her head and it's putting her off of sex. Her bed partner, Ian is not only a hunk but as the story unfolds, comes across as a guy who is really nice and doesn't want just a one night stand with Nina.

The story has some humor in it which is always a nice addition to any story. It's set in London and you get to experience the sound and sights of the city which I think added a nice element Mattress Music. There's a great twist to this story which I can't give away but it makes you realize just how lucky Nina is to have met this guy.

Pacing was good and the dialogue very natural sounding. This is a short story that can be read when you have an extra thirty minutes or so. It's hot, sexy and contains two likable characters and a unique premise. I thoroughly enjoyed it.




Don't miss the second in the series Mirror Music



The third and final quickie Ménage à Music is out on the 1st March



Other great reviews for Mattress Music can be found here .

PLEASE WELCOME ELIZABETH LAPTHORNE

Today I'm thrilled to welcome fellow Ellora's Cave author Elizabeth Lapthorne who has a fabulous brand new release out - RETRIEVING DESIRE.  I'm looking forward to hear all about the inspiration for this story which is book 2 in the Urban Seductions series - following on from RETRIEVING LOVE.

Phew! You have damn hot covers Elizabeth! Take it away.
Hi there everyone J
When Lily first offered me a guest spot on her blog to celebrate the release of the second book in my Urban Seductions series "Retrieving Desire" I was ecstatic. I am thrilled EC is carrying my Urban Fantasy series. They are expanding their genres and helping me live my dream of writing.Yet when I sat down to actually write my blog I realised this was my first. I'm giving my blog cherry to Lily and – magnificent as she is – this is still daunting and a very big deal for me. So thank you Lily! Please be gentle with me and I hope you find it as satisfying as I do *wink*So I'm not really sure where my Urban Seductions series came from. Quite possibly it has resided deep in the dark depths of my brain for a long time and only now has it slowly come to light. I have always believed there is more in the world than most people think or expect. I've never thought that what we see and experience is "all" there is to the world. Otherwise it would be awfully flat at times, don't you think? Eat, work, gym, sleep, the odd Girls Night Out and raunchy party.I think in part that's what draws me to write the stories I do. Vampires, werewolves, magic. While I'm not sure I truly believe paranormal creatures are out there sharing our world with us – because surely there'd be facebook pages and twitter comments? – I do believe in magic and I do believe in a very generalised "more". And so when a story and characters nibble on the edges of my conscience it's so easy to give in.My Rutledge werewolves was born one Thursday afternoon from the very simple thought of "what would it be like if there were a family of werewolves out there looking for their Happily Ever After"? The series that spawned from that was so far beyond my expectations I still am dazzled by it whenever I think too hard over it. It was the same with my Montague Vampires. I couldn't quite see a family of Vampires here in our reality, but it was only a mental hop, skip and a jump for me to imagine a vast world where inter-planet travel was common. Soon after that I not only had my Vampire family, but a whole new universe to explore in writing. Amber and Zerachiel (the hero and heroine for my first novel in the Urban Seductions series "Retrieving Love") literally burst into my mind one weekend. I sat down at the computer and started writing and when I went back to my evil day job the following Monday I had almost half a book written with plot, scenes and more characters and research humming desperately in my brain ready for release. Melia and Mishka – who are strong secondary characters with Amber and Zerachiel and the main protagonists of Retrieving Desire – hardly let me draw a breath after finishing Retrieving Love before demanding their own story. Indeed I started writing it almost as soon as I had finished RL.I have to be honest and I love playing in the Urban Seductions world I have created. Outwardly it is our regular world, specifically the Chicago area. Yet there is for those who look a bit deeper magic everywhere. Witches and wizards exist; magic is a powerful reality for them. The average human can go their whole life and not necessarily notice anything out of the ordinary – isn't it amazing sometimes what our minds rationalize or overlook? – yet for those who come across something slightly unusual and press that little bit harder there is so much more out there.Even with Retrieving Love and Retrieving Desire released, I am still writing strong in this world. I have taken a few side plots, been bombarded with a whole slew of new characters and am being dragged along – quite willingly I assure you! – down a long and winding road with their escapades. I don't want to spoil things too much but a few of the Enforcers alluded to in both Retrieving Love and Retrieving Desire started begging me for attention at the conclusion of my Retrievers' novels. They have now joined forces with a small, elite human Police special operations team and I can tell you the results are sizzling. JI love to hear from readers, so please feel free to email me at elapthorne999@hotmail.com and drop me a line. And I want to especially thank Lily, for making my first time so easy and wonderful *hugs*
Cheers,Elizabeth

Blurb for RETRIEVING DESIRES


Melia knows Mishka thinks she doesn't take life seriously, but that never dulled the intense sexual chemistry that burns between them. More than a few seconds in a room together and fireworks explode. Worried that something has happened to her brother, Melia turns to Mishka for help.
Mishka thinks a sexy, serious witch would be perfect for him. Melia has the sexy in spades and a body to die for, but he doesn't trust her flighty demeanor. When Melia asks, he agrees to help her find her missing baby brother. It seems so simple, but leads to far greater adventures than Mishka could have dreamed of.
From dark, lust-filled rave clubs through the seedy underbelly of Chicago's magical underworld, Mishka sees sides of Melia he never would have imagined in his wildest fantasies. Passion and desire explode between them, and soon the stakes are higher than ever.
EXCERPT
Melia surveyed the room, about to suggest they make their way over to speak with the two bartenders, when her stomach dipped. More than a few people were looking at them, whispering to one another. She knew it would be the wrong decision to go after what they wanted overtly .They were new, unknowns and thus automatically viewed with suspicion. Before she could say so to Mishka, he shouted, "I have an idea. Follow my lead." Melia looked at him, but he almost glowed with confidence and she couldn't resist his contagious smile. Grinning in response, she nodded and let him lead her toward the bar.He ordered two orgasms. The bartender looked from Mishka to Melia and poured the shots, placing them on the bar and taking Mishka's money.Mishka pressed Melia's back up against the bar and nudged her legs open with his thigh. Taking the first shot, he slowly dribbled it down Melia's neck. The creamy liquor ran between her breasts, rolling over her skin in a sensual manner. Mishka bent his head and licked up her body, swallowing the liquor and lapping at her skin.Melia moaned, her eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his tongue stroking smoothly along her skin. The rich scent of the liquor enveloped her senses. Mishka's tongue had goose bumps spreading all over her body and her nipples peaked almost painfully tight beneath the thin material of her top. Melia could feel the peaks pressing out and she didn't need to look to know they would be visible to anyone who looked.She was barely conscious of the click of the glass as it was placed on the bar before Mishka repeated the body shot with excruciating slowness. The liquor dribbled slowly over her skin, the drops rolling over her sensitized body followed by his teasing, darting tongue capturing every last molecule. Melia moaned wantonly, her back arching up from the bar, her body pressing into Mishka's as she rode his thigh, her pussy rubbing along his leather-clad leg as her skirt rode up dangerously high.A passionate haze clouded her head and Melia acted only on instinct. She clung to Mishka's shoulders, pulling him closer. When he lifted his head from her chest and replaced the second shot glass, Melia threaded her fingers through his soft, silky hair and cupped the back of his scalp, drawing him close so their lips could meet in heated fusion.The world rocked beneath her as they tasted each other intimately for the first time. Mishka's mouth had the distinct flavor of creamy liquor and a faintly masculine spice beneath that. Their tongues tangled passionately. Melia rocked her hips into Mishka, riding his thigh as if she were straddling him and they were naked and splayed out in the privacy of her large bed, not in the middle of a dance club.Her nipples were peaked and hungry for Mishka's touch. She moaned and arched her back farther, pressing the soft mounds into Mishka's body. He cupped her breast, thumb and forefinger caressing her nipple and sending sparks of hot electricity sizzling through her nerves.Mishka moved his other hand beneath the edge of her skirt to cup her ass. She guided him his fingers to play around her lips. They ate hungrily at each other and Melia's eyes fluttered shut. All rational thought left her mind as she lost herself in the kiss. In that moment Melia didn't care if they both stripped naked and fucked on the top of the bar. She needed to feel Mishka everywhere.Mishka drew her closer to his hard, hot erection. Her skirt bunched on her upper thigh and only the presence of Mishka's body covering hers protected others from seeing the lacy black thong that covered her pussy—barely.Melia could not guess how long they kissed each other, locked in a tight, intimate embrace, gently caressing and exploring each other's bodies. Mishka's fingers touched her ass cheek, her naked ass cheek, and his head snapped back. He frowned and tried to tug the tiny leather mini back down over her curves.Laughing softly, Melia moved away from Mishka, pressed her body back against the bar and turned her head to get the bartender's attention."A cock-sucking cowboy, please," she half shouted as she turned with a wicked grin to Mishka. She could see him struggle not to smile, but he lost the fight and finally grinned."You are not going to…" Mishka's words trailed off. Melia batted her eyelashes innocently and rested her hand warmly over the thick hardness tenting his leather pants. A part of her wanted to make him believe that yes, she would indeed pour the creamy butterscotch-flavored liquor over his cock and suck it hard.She handed a crumpled bill to the bartender as he placed the shot next to her on the bar with a small click. She grasped Mishka's shirt with both hands and stood on tiptoes to bite his earlobe."Follow my lead," she said. He chuckled and Melia tugged his shirt to indicate she wanted them to swap positions.When Mishka had his back to the bar, Melia mimicked his earlier move, pressed her slender thigh between his legs and unbuttoned the first several buttons of his shirt until the top half of his chest was bared. Melia had never been the shy sort, but such possessive sexiness was not usually her style either. She fleetingly thought that this whole situation, and Mishka in particular, was not her usual casual fling before she took the shot glass, slowly poured the liquor down his chest and eagerly bent to lick and suck it back up. Potent alcohol flowed over her tongue and left a warm trail down to her belly. Even after she had caught all the liquor, Melia continued to lick up and down his chest, detouring over his hardened nipples and pressing her thigh into the growing heat of Mishka's groin.Finally, with obvious reluctance, Melia replaced the shot glass on the bar and lifted her head to capture Mishka's lips with her own and share the taste of her drink with him. They kissed passionately, and Mishka stole Melia's breath away as, without a care for where they were, dragged her to straddle his hips.He cupped her ass and they tasted each other, pressing their bodies together and eating at each other's mouths as if they were starving. A hungry, needy, desperate kiss that had hung between them for months, unacknowledged except for in the sparkling chemistry that continued to crackle throughout each of their meetings. In her heart Melia knew they were well beyond role-playing now, that this was real between them."Hey."Someone tried to get their attention. Lost in Mishka's taste and body, Melia barely heard him and certainly had no intention of acknowledging the interloper just yet. She had no desire to lose the sense of Mishka's fingers, tongue and mouth upon her body. She wanted to hold on to this moment and make it last for the rest of her life.Mishka's fingers caressed the seam of her ass, gently prying, searching for her secrets. Melia's head fell back and she moaned, her pussy flooding as Mishka continued to touch her intimately. Whether he sought the slick, heated entrance of her pussy or the tightly puckered resistance of her asshole Melia would never discover. The annoying intruder interrupted yet again. This time his words were louder."Hey, sexy, over here," the same voice shouted again. This time Melia cracked open an eye, surprised and embarrassed to find it was the bartender. About to snap at him to mind his own damn business and leave them alone, Melia recalled in a rush exactly where she was and more importantly, why.The hand that had been resting on Mishka's chest, playing with his nipple, squeezed him. Hard enough to get his attention but not hard enough to anger him. Melia nodded and leaned farther into Mishka, looking at the bartender over Mishka's broad shoulder."Hey, stranger," she purred, "see something you like?"


Thanks so much for popping your cherry over at my blog, Elizabeth, I'm very honoured!! Wishing you many sales in your Urban Seductions series. I for one can't wait to settle down and immerse myself in this amazing world you've created.

Lily x

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Mattress Music has been nominated for book of the weekend by The Long and Short Reviews.

Here is what they say about the first book in this set of three sexy short stories

It seems Nina has lost her ability to experience an orgasm -- is that possible and will Ian change things for her?

I rated this story high for its uniqueness, especially in its opening scene. Nina loves sex but her roommates don't like the noise she makes in their shared living area so she's resorted to playing music and turning the volume up. Problem is, the lyrics are playing out in her head and it's putting her off of sex. Her bed partner, Ian is not only a hunk but as the story unfolds, comes across as a guy who is really nice and doesn't want just a one night stand with Nina.

The story has some humor in it which is always a nice addition to any story. It's set in London and you get to experience the sound and sights of the city which I think added a nice element Mattress Music. There's a great twist to this story which I can't give away but it makes you realize just how lucky Nina is to have met this guy.

Pacing was good and the dialogue very natural sounding. This is a short story that can be read when you have an extra thirty minutes or so. It's hot, sexy and contains two likable characters and a unique premise. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Look out for the second in the set Mirror Music.

And due for release on the 1st March Ménage à Music.


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Bucking Hard by Darah Lace

The amazing Darah Lace has a smokin' new release - check it out.....

Blurb

All her life, tomboy Bradi Kincaid has wanted two things—a career as a veterinarian in her hometown of Grayson, Texas…and Mason Montgomery. Problem is, he's her best friend and, according to him, she's "one of the guys". Convinced he'll never see her otherwise, Bradi comes up with a sure-fire plan to get over Mason—flirt a little, dance a lot and get laid.

What Mason imagines doing to Bradi is just all kinds of wrong. But the woman on the dance floor isn't the girl he grew up with. She's hot and sexy and turning him on. Him and every other man in the bar. She's also had too much to drink and is unaware of the trouble she's inviting. He does what any friend would—he steps in, then sets out to teach her a lesson.

But before the sun rises, Mason discovers Bradi has a thing or two to teach him.

Reader Advisory: This story contains spanking, biting and some tie-me-up, bucking-hard sex.
Excerpt
Mason crested the hill overlooking the creek and reined in Rocky, his favored mount for riding the range. He'd heard the bawling calf a quarter mile away and figured he'd find it stuck in the mud. He hadn't expected to find Bradi Kincaid. In fact if he'd known she'd already ridden to the rescue, he would have headed the other way.But here she was not ten feet away, ass in the air, up to her knees in green slime and mud, her arms around the struggling calf's neck, and she still managed to light a fire in his gut. And dammit, that was just all wrong.They were best friends, for Christ's sake. Practically raised from the cradle together. They'd fished and hunted side by side, ridden drag to bring up the tail end of cattle drives. And they'd gotten into more trouble than a switch could whip out of them. She was his best bud, one of the guys.So why did his dick suddenly become a divining rod every time she was near?She wasn't unattractive. But Bradi was nothing like the women he preferred. She wasn't sleek or polished or sophisticated. Her fingernails were cut close to keep the dirt out instead of long and meticulously painted to match her outfit. Her dirty blonde hair was either in a ponytail or a braid, and as far as he knew, had never been streaked, colored or cut to the latest fashion. And she might carry ChapStick in her front right pocket to ward off the blistering Texas sun, but that was the extent of her makeup.Bradi was Bradi—natural, earthy and blessed with athletic grace that made ranch work look easy—and more often than not these days left him wondering what that lithe and flexible body would be like in bed."You gonna sit there all day, or are you gonna help me?"Leaning forward to rest his forearm on the saddle horn and hopefully hide his growing erection, he tilted his head to one side and smirked at the picture she made. "I don't know. You look like you're doing just fine on your own."She blew wispy bangs out of her green eyes and gave him a withering glare over her shoulder. "Throw me a rope.""Where's yours?" He looked around for her horse but the only other animal in sight was a cow waiting for Bradi to rescue her calf. "Wait, don't tell me. You were riding Dahlia."That damn horse had a habit of leaving Bradi high and—his gaze wandered over her again—not so dry. Covered in muck, the front of her faded yellow T-shirt was wet and clung to her breasts. Breasts he'd known she possessed but never really noticed until two weeks ago. His gaze locked on the words peeling across the chest. Not that he cared what they said with her nipples prodding so diligently through her bra.Mentally castrating himself, Mason sat up and reached for the coiled rope attached to his saddle. "When are you going to take that piece-of-shit horse to the glue factory?""Just shut up and throw me your rope."Ignoring her demand, Mason swung the lasso and sent it sailing over the calf's head. He pulled the rope taut, wrapped it around the saddle horn, and directed his horse to back up. The bull calf cried louder as the mud slowly relinquished its hold. As soon as the calf's legs found firm ground, he dug in, resisting the pull of the rope.Bradi laughed and reached for the calf just as it wrenched to one side and kicked. Twisting, she dodged a hind leg, but her feet were still stuck in the mud and she went to her knees. Another kick and brown sludge splattered her chest and neck. "Shit."Mason chuckled. "Yep, I imagine so."Shooting him another scathing glare, she struggled to stand. "You're an ass." Able to finally extract one leg and then the other, she trudged out of the creek toward the calf. "Give me some slack."He signaled his horse forward and Bradi deftly slipped the rope from the calf's neck. The bull bolted for its mama and together they ambled up and over the high bank then disappeared. Looking back at Bradi, Mason wished he hadn't.She'd moved up the creek and knelt in a spot of grass to wash the mud from her hands. Tight, faded denim hugged her heart-shaped ass and his hands itched to palm those mounds. She stretched to wet a bandana, causing the waistband of her jeans to dip lower, and a strip of hot-pink lace played peek-a-boo between it and her shirt.His jeans tightened as his cock strained against his fly. He'd never thought about what kind of underwear Bradi wore—she was naked in his recent fantasies—but if he had consciously thought about it, he wouldn't have figured her for the lace panty type. Last time he'd seen her in her panties, she'd worn white cotton with a Barbie logo. They'd been six and he'd wanted to brag about his Ninja Turtle briefs.As she rose, he looked away to gather the rope. He stowed it behind him and turned to find her standing beside his horse with her hand out. Fuck. She wanted a ride. And god, he wanted to give her one."Well?" She thrust her hand higher. "Give me a hand up."Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He hadn't thought this far ahead when he'd decided to stick around and help, and his brain certainly wasn't working now. All he knew was he couldn't have her sitting behind him, her tits rubbing his back, legs spread… Fuck. "You're covered with mud.""Um, yeah. I kinda noticed that." She stared up at him with expectant green eyes. Why hadn't he ever noticed the flecks of gold or the ring of black that reminded him of the sun coming through shadowed forest trees? At his lack of response, her hand fell to her side. "You're going to make me walk?""I don't want that shit all over me." Damn, he felt like an ass. He was an ass. He couldn't let her walk. He'd just have to survive the ride home…and make sure it was a short one.Before he could offer his hand or an apology, her eyes flashed with anger. And maybe a bit of hurt? "God, Mason, when did you turn into such a pussy?"She spun around and the metallic whir of a zipper crawled up his thighs and into his balls. Lust rose high but panic shifted into overdrive. "What the hell are you doing?""Taking off my clothes so you won't get dirty."Oh, hell no! There was no way— Shit. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her jeans, starting the downward motion that revealed a hint of one cheek."Just get on the damn horse." He pulled his foot from the stirrup and stuck out his hand. "But I can't take you home." His place was closer. "I have things to do."A long second passed, then the zipper made a return trip up. His dick jerked in disappointment as she latched on to his hand, shoved her boot into the stirrup and swung herself onto the horse behind him, mimicking his irritated tone. "Things to do."The warmth of her body seared his back as she settled into place. His gaze dropped to one side, taking in the slender thigh nestled close to his. The thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist made his balls ache. If she had any idea what she was doing to him, she'd be glad to walk home. Hell, she'd probably run.But Bradi wasn't wired that way. He doubted she ever thought about sex. She'd never dated in high school and she never talked about anyone in particular at A&M. The only conversation they'd had about sex was short-lived when he confided his loss of virginity to Katrina Forbes and Bradimade it clear right away the subject of sex was off-limits.The odds of her still being a virgin at twenty-five were slim, but somehow he couldn't imagine her having sex with anyone.Anyone but him.

Ménage à Music has a release date!

Ménage à Music is all set for release on the 1st March at Ellora's Cave. It's the third in my sexy set of rock and roll Quickies, the first being Mattress Music and the second Mirror Music. Watch out though, this one is seriously HOT!

Blurb

Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.

But of course this led to a massive and quite honestly unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?
Well, lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman—leaving me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me!


Excerpt

I hung out in the green room with Nina and Jenny, watching the interview on a flat screen. Robbie did the majority of the chatting and after a few minutes announced his engagement to Jenny. The result was a scream of excitement and wild clapping from the live audience.
When the frenzy calmed, Claudia folded her arms. "So," she said, stretching her ruby-red lips wide. "If that's two members of the hottest band on the planet taken, girls will be worrying about their chances of bagging a Manic Machine. Tell me, Dean, Tim, is there anyone special in your lives?"
Tim sat with his ankle over his knee and his arm stretched along the back of the couch behind Dean. "Might be," he said with a grin. It was the first time he'd spoken.
"Go on," Claudia said, leaning forward with encouraging eyes.
"You'll just have to watch this space," he said with a slow bob of his head, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth.
"Oh, very coy." Claudia laughed. "And Dean, what about you?"
Dean looked at Tim. His eyes narrowed and a muscle flexed in his stubbled cheek. "Mmm," he said, his focus not leaving his brother's face. "Yeah, there's someone I have my eye on too."
"Tell us more," Claudia said, raising her perfectly arched brows.
"Well, obviously I can't go in to detail." He poked at a cigarette packet shoved up the hacked off arm of his t-shirt. "But I will say Tim and I have amazingly similar taste in women."
Tim cocked a dark brow at Dean.
There was a moment of heavy silence.
"Oh, goody," Claudia said, rubbing her hands together and bouncing up and down on her seat. "A battle of the brothers, who will get the girl? And I must say…" She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead in a dramatic swoon. "She's the luckiest girl on the planet."
My heart fluttered and a flush of heat spread across my chest and up my neck. Oh my god, were they talking about me? They'd just announced on national prime time TV that they both liked the same girl. Unless my antenna for spotting serious flirting was well off track, that girl had to be me.
I caught Jenny and Nina swapping meaningful looks.
"What?" I asked, swallowing down a lump the size of Santa's sack.
"You don't stand a chance," Jenny said with a twitch of her brows.
"No," Nina agreed. "You have two of the most determined guys in the world after you. It's gonna get real messy."