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October 11, 2014
This Thanksgiving Weekend: Your Mission if You Choose to Accept It... #HappyThanksgiving #Canada
Have a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving!
Follow the Saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
This Thanksgiving Weekend, Your Mission if You Choose to Accept It... Catch up on the series fans, readers and reviewers are calling an addictive roller coaster.
After the turkey overload and the too much family togetherness, curl up with the Cambridge and the Mayhue families. This series just might make you thankful for the relatives you've got.
A little death never hurt anybody!
Compelling * Addictive * Emotional * Dramatic * Violence, Danger, Sex, The Mob, the Feds and a whole lot more!
The mob story with love triangles, heartbreak and life-altering choices!
Always Cambridge
The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
One Reviewers take on Holly Cambridge:
She is not a cardboard cut out "feisty" heroine who spews vulgarities and lets her libido make her life decisions, nor does she let herself be dominated by any of the strong male characters in the story, as attractive and dominant as they may be. She has led a life full of violence and horror, rejection and betrayal. Yet she remains positive. A bas la tristesse seems to be her motto. That's what I liked so much about her. Her fight to live, her proactive handling of her life and her fierce independence. She has dignity and integrity but she is not a goody two shoes. She is just an amazing character to follow and I can't wait to see where her story is going in the following books of the series.
Reviewer on the Heroes of Always Cambridge:
As for the three main male characters, again, the author has managed to paint three alpha males with very distinct personalities and looks, each one of them with redeeming qualities and attractiveness but each one of them also with flaws.
...I have not enjoyed a book series this much in a long time if ever.
Read the entire Review HERE
And more fantastic reviews at Goodreads
Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
Running Misfortune of Birth Law & Order Crime & Chaos Afterlife Always Holly
Author Note: This series is a true saga. Each new installment begins precisely where the last ended. The books should be read in sequence.
The entire Cambridge Series @ eXtasy Books Happy Thanksgiving!
October 10, 2014
#MySexySaturday A Sexy Moment from - If You Can't Stand the Heat
Another Sexy Moment~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthorsWelcome to the 63rd week of My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is another sexy moment and a snip from erotic romance If You Can't Stand the Heat
BLURB:
Somebody's about to get burned…
An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new cooking show—Sesto Théodore, an American-Italian New York chef, and Syn Fully, a world-weary author of erotica. It's instantly clear that they are complete opposites and their personalities clash, but physically, sparks fly and passion ignites.
However, after a video with some rather personal content surfaces on the Internet, Sesto immediately jumps to conclusions and accuses Syn of the breach.
Can the arrogant chef forgive and forget, or will his pride leave him out in the cold?
EXCERPT:
Sesto set their glasses down, he backed her against the cabinets, his lips inches from hers. He wanted to lighten the mood again and get her mind off the ghosts from her past. And as he was beginning to understand, it wasn’t food or sharing feelings that got through to Syn. “I think I’m ready for dessert.”
“Why, sir, I seem to have forgotten to bring any.”
“Then I guess you’d better make it up to me.”
She pulled the tie at her waist unfastening her dress. Opening one side, she bared one lovely breast, snaking the other half of the sash out from the opposite side, she swept the material aside, exposing the rest of her amazing naked body.
“You don’t put too much stock in wearing under things, do you?”
“Is that a complaint?”
“Fuck no,” he murmured, looking his fill. “But do you know what it does to me to wonder and imagine? But that’s why you do it, isn’t it? Keep men guessing.”
“I do it for me. It makes me feel sexy. It feels good.”
“Yes. It. Does.”
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October 7, 2014
#NewRelease from @noellekeaton Secrets with the Billionaire #mmromance
Please welcome back multi-published, best selling author
Noelle Keaton
with her latest release at Evernight Publishing Secrets with the Billionaire!
Hi H K, thanks so much for having me back to your blog! I always enjoy coming to Pick A Genre Already because this is one of the first places I did promo and it remains one of my favorite blogs. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my new e-book, Secrets with the Billionaire, where journalist Tim McInerny and billionaire Connor Albright discover that their interest in each other goes far beyond the typical interviewer/interviewee dynamic.
BLURB:
While vacationing on an island resort, ambitious news reporter Tim McInerny is surprised to see the reclusive techie billionaire, Connor Albright. It's clear from Connor's appearance that he's been ill, but Tim approaches him anyway, making clear that he'll write a story with or without Connor's cooperation. Still recovering from a heart attack and quintuple bypass surgery, Connor reluctantly agrees to the interview despite his fear the interview will wreck his corporation’s plans for the acquisition of an internet start-up.
Though they each have their own agenda, it isn't long before professional considerations are thrown aside and Tim and Connor give in to their passion for each other. But their new relationship is threatened when Tim learns that his interview won't be published and that Connor knew about it all along. Both men are forced to choose which takes priority: their careers or their burgeoning relationship.
EXCERPT:
Connor pulled Tim to his feet, and they kissed again, this time gentle and tender. Without breaking contact, he led Tim to the bedroom, each of them tugging and pulling at the other’s clothes until they were both naked by the time they arrived.
Tim’s body was just as perfect as he’d imagined, with tanned, muscular biceps, pecs, and glutes that seemed to radiate health and earthy sensuality. Connor stared down at his own thin limbs and pale skin, which made the redness of the scar marking the incision from the quadruple bypass stand out all the more. He’d been applying a vitamin E cream to help it blend in with the rest of his skin tone, but so far, it remained an ugly, vivid reminder of his illness.
As if reading his mind, Tim touched his chest, lightly fingering the scar. “Don’t be self-conscious. Think of it as a medal of honor, showing how you triumphed over the heart attack.”
“It’s one honor I wish I hadn’t earned, although I should have seen it coming. My grandfather died of a heart attack in his forties, and my father had three of them by the time he was in his fifties.”
Why the hell did I tell him that? Connor wondered, but Tim’s face brightened, as if appreciating the candor and honesty.
“So, it’s a hereditary thing? Are you scared you’ll have another heart attack?”
The questions reminded Connor that Tim was a journalist and he needed to be careful of what he said. However, the time for caution had come and gone. There was nothing left to do now except complete the sexual journey they’d started.
Again, thanks so much H K for having me guest post and I hope all your readers enjoy Secrets With The Billionaire as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Hi H K, thanks so much for having me back to your blog! I always enjoy coming to Pick A Genre Already because this is one of the first places I did promo and it remains one of my favorite blogs. Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my new e-book, Secrets with the Billionaire, where journalist Tim McInerny and billionaire Connor Albright discover that their interest in each other goes far beyond the typical interviewer/interviewee dynamic.
BLURB:
While vacationing on an island resort, ambitious news reporter Tim McInerny is surprised to see the reclusive techie billionaire, Connor Albright. It's clear from Connor's appearance that he's been ill, but Tim approaches him anyway, making clear that he'll write a story with or without Connor's cooperation. Still recovering from a heart attack and quintuple bypass surgery, Connor reluctantly agrees to the interview despite his fear the interview will wreck his corporation’s plans for the acquisition of an internet start-up. Though they each have their own agenda, it isn't long before professional considerations are thrown aside and Tim and Connor give in to their passion for each other. But their new relationship is threatened when Tim learns that his interview won't be published and that Connor knew about it all along. Both men are forced to choose which takes priority: their careers or their burgeoning relationship.
EXCERPT:
Connor pulled Tim to his feet, and they kissed again, this time gentle and tender. Without breaking contact, he led Tim to the bedroom, each of them tugging and pulling at the other’s clothes until they were both naked by the time they arrived.
Tim’s body was just as perfect as he’d imagined, with tanned, muscular biceps, pecs, and glutes that seemed to radiate health and earthy sensuality. Connor stared down at his own thin limbs and pale skin, which made the redness of the scar marking the incision from the quadruple bypass stand out all the more. He’d been applying a vitamin E cream to help it blend in with the rest of his skin tone, but so far, it remained an ugly, vivid reminder of his illness.
As if reading his mind, Tim touched his chest, lightly fingering the scar. “Don’t be self-conscious. Think of it as a medal of honor, showing how you triumphed over the heart attack.”
“It’s one honor I wish I hadn’t earned, although I should have seen it coming. My grandfather died of a heart attack in his forties, and my father had three of them by the time he was in his fifties.”
Why the hell did I tell him that? Connor wondered, but Tim’s face brightened, as if appreciating the candor and honesty.
“So, it’s a hereditary thing? Are you scared you’ll have another heart attack?”
The questions reminded Connor that Tim was a journalist and he needed to be careful of what he said. However, the time for caution had come and gone. There was nothing left to do now except complete the sexual journey they’d started.
Again, thanks so much H K for having me guest post and I hope all your readers enjoy Secrets With The Billionaire as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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October 4, 2014
Week 5 #MasturbationMonday - Boy Girl Boy #erotic #excerpt #mfm #ménage
The idea to share a steamy hot post about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.
Welcome to week 5 of Masturbation Monday! Last week’s photo got a few people worked up – in the best possible way. What about this week? Doesn’t everyone deserve a little help now and then?
Ahhh, the impressions this image provokes... KAYLA!!! Oh My!
So generally when I write ménage scenes they are m/f/f, so you'll have to bare with me (see what I did there) as I try to do an m/f/m scene justice. I hope you like. (unedited)
Dan wrapped his full warm lips around my tightened nipple just as Brennan captured my mouth in a searing kiss.
This was a dream. It had to be. Where in my world would these two formidable men be in my bed. At the same time. Pleasuring... me?
Bren kissed me senseless as Dan suckled my left breast, the scruff from the dark stubble on his chin, chaffing my skin. He flicked his tongue fast, making my hips list, under his rapt attention. Intense, tingling heaviness settled in making my pussy lips ache.
“Ahhh, god!” I moaned into Brennan’s mouth.
“Ya like that don’t you, baby,” Brennan murmured, his lips hovering just above mine, as he softly stroked the outer plumpness of my right boob. Goose bumps erupted all over my body. My nipple stiffened anticipating his touch there. “You like Dan kissing your tit.”
“Yes,” I breathed, looking down at the other man.
Brennan shifted, lowering his head towards my other greedy breast but I stopped him.
“But I like kissing you,” I said, raking my fingers into Brennan’s hair, cupping the back of his head. I coaxed him back towards my mouth. My heart tripped at the hot look he gave me and I noted his brief crooked grin right before he gave what I asked for.
We went straight back to kissing each other crazily, all tongues and teeth, nipping and teasing, hot and hungry. It was a good thing I was already lying down; it was the kind of kiss that would normally have made my knees buckle.
But it didn't last long. Soon, Brennan kissed his way down my neck. His warm breath fanned across my tingling skin and when he finally took my straining nipple into his hot mouth, I forgave him for abandoning my lips.
The pair, worked in tandem, as if they’d choreographed it. Two different lovely rough tongues laved my nipples to deliciously aching peaks.
I looked down at them, two dark heads bobbing, pleasuring me beyond belief. God, it was a sight, I’d never forget. I closed my eyes and savoured the tension growing inside me.
Bren’s technique was slower and softer than Dan’s aggressive one but the conflicting sensations sent my body into overdrive. I trembled.
“It’s okay, baby,” Brennan soothed. He'd misinterpreted my shivering for fear. “We're gonna make you feel so good.”
But I wasn’t scared. I tensed, more in anticipation than fear. The only thought running through my head was that I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I might not get the chance to enjoy it at all. I was so turned on. I was so hot. My cunt already pulsing and eager, nerve endings rippling with the electricity of what was to come.
Dan and Brennan made eye contact and seemed to communicate silently, making their tongues do exactly the same tormenting, slow circuit, followed by a rapid flicking rhythm that had me teetering on the edge of a major orgasm.
At the same time, each man skimmed a hand down my abdomen, scooting into my damp panties. As they fought for supremacy over my engorged clit, the movement and the abrasion was too much. I cried out and exploded, twisting and grinding against their rough hands.
Dan cupped my mound giving me some much welcome pressure, while Brennan inserted two thick fingers into my clenching pussy, prolonging my deep radiating orgasm.
It was amazing but I was disappointed by the premature climax and the fact that I had such little control over my body. But Dan and Bren were double trouble on my frayed senses.
Both men then looked at me hungrily, like wild animals slobbering for sustenance and I knew in that moment, they weren't any where near finished with me.
© H K Carlton 2014
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Perilous Risk #ReleaseTour and #Giveaway - Regency Risks Book 3 @Nblackthorne @herdingcats2012
The Perilous Risk Release TourRegency Risks, Book 3 Natasha Blackthorne
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Blurb
Heartbroken and disillusioned, Rebecca Howland is done with all men. Especially noblemen. Past a certain age, she knows her previous life of carnal indulgence and grand adventure is over. Or so she thinks. Back at home, whilst working in her family’s shop, a moment of compassion entangles her in an old battle between two powerful, bitter enemies. A commoner, Rebecca finds herself falsely accused of a heinous act by a vicious member of the aristocracy. In grave peril, she turns to the one man she thinks can help her.
Stephen Drake, now inexplicably Baron Drake, has always desired Rebecca. When she turns to him, he vows to protect her at all costs, especially from the dangerous life he lives. The stakes are high and time is running out for her … and for him as well. Stephen finds himself driven to ruthless actions that threaten to kill the fragile bond between them.
Years ago, Rebecca forbade herself to love Stephen Drake. Now he’s back, no longer the young man she remembers but a dark and dangerous stranger. When he demands a fortnight of her complete submission in return for his protection, his sexual dominance ignites carnal passion that makes her feel alive like never before. But … dare she trust a man with too many secrets?
Erotic Romance ~ Regency Historical ~ Light BDSM ~ Older Woman, Younger Man ~ Novel Length ~ Part of a series but may be read as standalone.
Excerpt from Perilous Risk Regency Risks, Book Three
By Natasha Blackthorne
She opened her mouth to deny him.
He brought his mouth down on hers, cutting off her protest. He thrust into her mouth, the taste of his hot, wet tongue more fiery than the best whisky. She shook, not with fear but with anticipation for the next stroke of his tongue against hers.
It came and delicious shudders quaked through her. Another stroke and another. Ruthlessly, he gripped her head and angled it, thrusting deeper. Taking her breath. Sucking her very soul and taking everything.
She didn’t care.
Every inch of his long, lean body pressed hers. She could feel the whipcord strength of his powerful muscles. Could feel his trembling as though he were holding back his ardour. His erection throbbed against her stomach, huge and hard. Heated.
A feeling of letting go, as though a tremendous weight had suddenly lifted from her. As though she’d been waiting forever for this moment. Tenderness burst within her. Her limbs went weak. Her fists unfurled and she grasped his shoulders, learning his feel, breathing in his scent, glorying in his taste, his strength, his forcefulness.
Stephen.
Her Stephen.
If she could, she would simply melt into him. She clung desperately to his hard body, surrendering herself wholly.
He tore his mouth from hers.
She cried out in protest.
He swept her up into his arms then lowered her. Her backside touched the table and the rickety wooden frame groaned and creaked.He swooped down on her then gripped her chin in his large hand, gently yet firmly holding her in place. His eyes bore into hers, predatory, determined. “Now, tell me that you don’t know me.”
©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2014
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Heartbroken and disillusioned, Rebecca Howland is done with all men. Especially noblemen. Past a certain age, she knows her previous life of carnal indulgence and grand adventure is over. Or so she thinks. Back at home, whilst working in her family’s shop, a moment of compassion entangles her in an old battle between two powerful, bitter enemies. A commoner, Rebecca finds herself falsely accused of a heinous act by a vicious member of the aristocracy. In grave peril, she turns to the one man she thinks can help her.
Stephen Drake, now inexplicably Baron Drake, has always desired Rebecca. When she turns to him, he vows to protect her at all costs, especially from the dangerous life he lives. The stakes are high and time is running out for her … and for him as well. Stephen finds himself driven to ruthless actions that threaten to kill the fragile bond between them.
Years ago, Rebecca forbade herself to love Stephen Drake. Now he’s back, no longer the young man she remembers but a dark and dangerous stranger. When he demands a fortnight of her complete submission in return for his protection, his sexual dominance ignites carnal passion that makes her feel alive like never before. But … dare she trust a man with too many secrets?
Erotic Romance ~ Regency Historical ~ Light BDSM ~ Older Woman, Younger Man ~ Novel Length ~ Part of a series but may be read as standalone.
Excerpt from Perilous Risk Regency Risks, Book Three
By Natasha Blackthorne
She opened her mouth to deny him.
He brought his mouth down on hers, cutting off her protest. He thrust into her mouth, the taste of his hot, wet tongue more fiery than the best whisky. She shook, not with fear but with anticipation for the next stroke of his tongue against hers.
It came and delicious shudders quaked through her. Another stroke and another. Ruthlessly, he gripped her head and angled it, thrusting deeper. Taking her breath. Sucking her very soul and taking everything.
She didn’t care.
Every inch of his long, lean body pressed hers. She could feel the whipcord strength of his powerful muscles. Could feel his trembling as though he were holding back his ardour. His erection throbbed against her stomach, huge and hard. Heated.
A feeling of letting go, as though a tremendous weight had suddenly lifted from her. As though she’d been waiting forever for this moment. Tenderness burst within her. Her limbs went weak. Her fists unfurled and she grasped his shoulders, learning his feel, breathing in his scent, glorying in his taste, his strength, his forcefulness.
Stephen.
Her Stephen.
If she could, she would simply melt into him. She clung desperately to his hard body, surrendering herself wholly.
He tore his mouth from hers.
She cried out in protest.
He swept her up into his arms then lowered her. Her backside touched the table and the rickety wooden frame groaned and creaked.He swooped down on her then gripped her chin in his large hand, gently yet firmly holding her in place. His eyes bore into hers, predatory, determined. “Now, tell me that you don’t know me.”
©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2014
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October 2, 2014
#CoverReveal Conceiving Evil by Jenna Fox @jennafoxrox #erotica #horror #mildBDSM
Author: Jenna FoxGenre: Dark erotica/horror/suspense
contains a light BDSM theme
Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Date of Publication: Release date October 16, 2014
Word Count: 10,577
Cover Artist: Eden Connors
In a World Full of Hopelessness, He Was Her SaviorLike everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.
But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophesy. How can she give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?
Dammit to hell. I can’t even enjoy a movie.
The nighttime air bit at my skin as thoughts of him chomped at my brain. He’d polluted me like a poison that spread throughout my mind and body, seizing every thought, leaving no rest. I loved horror movies and yet I couldn’t recall a single scene. Jimmie kept glancing at me, concern etching his face all the way through the ninety-minute show.
Soon Jimmie and I walked out of the theater, my hand resting in the crook of his elbow. Bitterness raged inside, heating my face against the breeze when I saw the limo roll toward us. He found me like he always said he would, but three fucking hours late.
I knew I wasn’t Dorian’s top priority, and I’d made some progress at keeping my jealousy under control, but no woman wanted to be shoved to the side every time it was convenient for a man. I tightened my grip on Jimmie’s sleeve and pulled him along just as the driver stepped into our path. I gave the chauffeur a shotgun-glare as he motioned me to the car. “Miss Torrance, Mr. Lincoln is waiting.”
My heart skipped ten beats, I couldn’t tear my eyes away when the dark window lowered and Dorian tousled his ebony hair with his fingers. He wasn’t in his usual attire, a business suit. Tonight he presented himself in casual wear. His sharp, handsome features were expressionless.
I closed my eyes, digging deep for the strength to tell him to get lost for standing me up, but I knew the words would never make it past my lips. I was a fool to entertain the thought. One look from those black eyes sifted me like wheat. Dorian practically owned me. That man was my tempter and my savior wrapped into one.
I met him at the lowest point of my life, after my mother died of cancer. The three jobs I was working to keep my head above water and pay off her medical bills were about to do me in physically. While I was waiting tables at the country club, Dorian swooped in from out of nowhere and rescued me like an injured bird. His amazing sixth sense alerted him that life was too much for me, and he offered me a strong shoulder to cry on. The floodgates opened and I unloaded my personal problems. Dorian Lincoln promised those problems would disappear with a simple acceptance of his proposition: give him power over my body, something Bianca wouldn’t allow.
Lifting my palm to Jimmie’s cheek, I smiled. “Thanks for the movie. I’ll call you next week.”
“He’s a prick. You deserve better, Abby!” Jimmie yelled, as I eased myself inside the limo.
Dorian opened a small refrigerator under the seat, his hands cupping the base of a champagne glass. “You’ve wasted no time finding another way of entertaining yourself this evening.”
“You wasted no time in standing me up,” I scoffed.
When I left his office that afternoon, Dorian said he wanted me for some ‘quality time.’ Eight-thirty rolled around before I realized he was a no-show. The food got cold and eventually the long stemmed candles I lit for dinner burned out, along with my patience.
“Meetings...clients,” he said.
Top secret meetings and clients were always the excuse. The coldness in his voice was a sword to my heart, a reminder of my temporary ranking in his life. I held on tight to his promise of our relationship becoming more when the time was right.
His stony expression broke into a devious grin. “You look beautiful in that dress and your enthusiasm is charming. But watching you masturbate will reimburse me, Miss Torrance.”
My stomach dropped and quivered as I pressed my thighs together. He was going to punish me.
I tugged at the straps of the red shoes he’d bought me, eyeing him as he sipped from the flute and moved his gaze toward the window. Overtaken by the need to be the object of his fascination, I almost begged him to turn those onyx eyes back on me. His attention was the only thing that kept me from going under.
“Dorian, please I-”
My words were cut off with the sharp turn of his head. Relief came in a warm caress, but suspicion moved in with a lift of his brow. The small amount of light coming through the tinted windows deepened the masculine angles of his face, lending them a sternness that echoed in his voice.
“No other men. I thought I was quite clear about that when we discussed the terms of our agreement, three months ago.”
“Jimmie is just a friend.”
“Jimmie is a man. A distraction.”
“A distraction from being pissed. I don’t like being stood up.”
I sounded so offended, but I had no right. Closing my eyes I regrouped, reminding myself that I freely agreed to make myself available to him. Dorian kept up his end of the arrangement. He took care of me, changed my life for the better. My phone stopped ringing from creditors, he gave me a great job at his company, and I had food on the table in a fabulous apartment. He seemed to know my every need before I voiced them. I could push aside my hostility and take his punishment and occasional negligence.
“You are mine, all mine.” he announced.
His words, saturated with power and ownership, sustained my hungry heart. I could hold out as long as it took, accepting the way things had to be until Bianca was more emotionally stable, and Dorian could ask her for a divorce. I had waited longer on losers, lazy assholes who wouldn’t work in a pie factory. This time I had struck gold.
Reaching over, I grabbed the seat when Dorian impatiently knocked on the divider and the limo picked up speed.
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, author and wife residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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October 1, 2014
NEW from @JustineElyot Her World of Submission #BDSM #erotic #romance
Today, I'm delighted to welcome multi-published author
Justine Elyot...
Never Can Say Goodbye
Hello, and thank you to the fabulous H K for hosting me today to talk about my new novella, Her World of Submission.
This is the third instalment of a trilogy, following the new relationship of dominant film director, Jasper Jay, and his new flame, historical researcher, Sarah Wells. Placing that final full stop on the final sentence was a poignant moment because I've spent a lot of time with Jasper and Sarah and a part of me would quite like to know what's going to happen to them next. But I suppose I should quit while I'm ahead – or rather, not completely behind. So it's farewell, Jasper and Sarah. We've had such times together.
We've had bonfires, sex tapes, outdoor bondage, lakeside picnics, dinners in fancy restaurants, corset fittings, awkward meetings with parents, strange fetishistic practices involving snow, drunken evenings, sex in museums and so much more. And I haven't even mentioned all the spanking yet.
So, if any of that appeals to you, you might want to start the trilogy at book one, with His House of Submission and move on to the next chapter, By His Command.
Not sure yet? Try a taster:
I dressed for breakfast for the first time in three days, rather begrudging the exercise. I had become used to serving, or being served with, raisin toast and hot chocolate in bed. Whichever one of us had gone down to the kitchen would be wearing nothing but an apron. The other, still in bed, starkers.
But this morning we were back in training to rejoin The World.
Or rather, The World was joining us, in the shape of Rosie, Dimitri and the other one whose name I could never remember.
'What time are they getting here?' I asked, fixing the little collar he had bought me last month around my neck.
He saw me and came to stand at my shoulder, stroking the soft skin underneath it.
'Wearing your collar, eh?' he said, clearly chuffed.
'Of course. I always do, except when you want me to take it off.'
'I didn't order you to put it back on.'
'No, I know, but I like wearing it. And since we're going to be in the company of like-minded people…'
He kissed my shoulder.
'I'm touched, love. You're out and you're proud. That means a lot to me.'
I raised my lips to his for a kiss.
'I know.'
He broke off and checked his watch.
'To be honest, I'm not sure when they're getting here,' he said. 'I suppose about lunchtime? But maybe earlier, maybe later. Are you OK to stay in this morning? The grocery delivery is due and I need to go out with the groundsman and discuss a few things.'
'Oh, yes, fine. I wasn't planning anything.'
Once dressed and breakfasted, I went to sit in the morning room to do some work on an article I wanted to submit to a history journal. I could see Jasper at the back of the house, trudging across the yard with his new groundsman. The pair of them wore Barbour jackets and tweed caps and their breath steamed out ahead of them as they walked.
I thought for a moment of Will, the old groundsman, and wondered what he was up to these days. Hopefully not blackmail. His last attempt must have shown him it wasn't really his speciality.
Jasper and the groundsman disappeared from view and I turned my attention back to the heyday of Spode.
When the bell jangled, I assumed it was the Ocado man, and I sauntered to the door without urgency. I was not prepared for the three people I saw on the doorstep, looking nothing like delivery persons.
'Oh,' I said, caught out. Then I squealed, 'Rosie!' and we leapt upon each other.
'Sorry,' I flustered, remembering myself. 'Do come in. You must be…'
The man introducing himself as Dimitri was an interesting-looking dude. Not at all what I would have picked out for Rosie, who had always gone for rugby types at university. He was more the sort I'd have been into – boho. Almost too boho.
I had an overwhelming sensory impression of height and exuberance and lots of rattly bangly stuff and a fascinating moustache. He crushed me into an unexpectedly tight embrace and I had a moment of mild panic that I wouldn't be able to get out of it. But he let me go and I caught my breath and laughed and said, 'Aha, yeah, pleased to meet you.'
'You are Rosie's friend, yes?'
'Yes, gosh, sorry, I'm Sarah.'
I was quite discombobulated. Rosie looked rather amused by the effect her new squeeze had had on me.
'Don't mind Dimitri,' drawled the blonde standing a little way behind him. 'He makes quite a first impression, doesn't he? I'm Tina, but everyone calls me Trixietots.'
Tina, that was it. My body double. I found myself giving her a covert once over as we shook hands, especially around the hips and thighs.
Yes, a good match.
'I hope you're not hungry,' I said, looking out over the driveway for signs of Mr Ocado. 'We haven't had our grocery delivery yet. Expecting it any minute. But I can do you teas and coffees.'
There was a general murmuring of 'coffee/tea would be great' and we drifted towards the kitchen, Dimitri jingling as he moved.
'You live here?' said Rosie, gazing around her at the lobby, with its precious treasures.
'Well, I still think of it as Jasper's place. I moved in a few weeks ago but I'm not used to calling it my home yet, to be honest.'
'One day we live in a place like this, Rosie, what do you think?' said Dimitri.
She squealed a little, and I think he had pinched her bum, though I didn't see for certain.
'Yeah, once you get the call from Hollywood,' she said.
'Well, you almost have,' I said, grinning. 'You're going to be in a Jasper Jay film.'
'He's such a wonderful film-maker,' enthused Trixietots. 'Oh my God, what a fabulous kitchen. I have kitchen envy. Mine is twenty years old and the cupboard doors are hanging off the hinges. I tell you what, why don't we all move in permanently?'
She laughed and we all joined in, but my hackles rose a little. Probably just in mourning for our lovely secluded lifestyle. It really seemed odd to be inviting other people into our sanctuary.
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Book Two By His Command
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Never Can Say Goodbye
Hello, and thank you to the fabulous H K for hosting me today to talk about my new novella, Her World of Submission.
This is the third instalment of a trilogy, following the new relationship of dominant film director, Jasper Jay, and his new flame, historical researcher, Sarah Wells. Placing that final full stop on the final sentence was a poignant moment because I've spent a lot of time with Jasper and Sarah and a part of me would quite like to know what's going to happen to them next. But I suppose I should quit while I'm ahead – or rather, not completely behind. So it's farewell, Jasper and Sarah. We've had such times together.
We've had bonfires, sex tapes, outdoor bondage, lakeside picnics, dinners in fancy restaurants, corset fittings, awkward meetings with parents, strange fetishistic practices involving snow, drunken evenings, sex in museums and so much more. And I haven't even mentioned all the spanking yet.
So, if any of that appeals to you, you might want to start the trilogy at book one, with His House of Submission and move on to the next chapter, By His Command.
Not sure yet? Try a taster:
I dressed for breakfast for the first time in three days, rather begrudging the exercise. I had become used to serving, or being served with, raisin toast and hot chocolate in bed. Whichever one of us had gone down to the kitchen would be wearing nothing but an apron. The other, still in bed, starkers. But this morning we were back in training to rejoin The World.
Or rather, The World was joining us, in the shape of Rosie, Dimitri and the other one whose name I could never remember.
'What time are they getting here?' I asked, fixing the little collar he had bought me last month around my neck.
He saw me and came to stand at my shoulder, stroking the soft skin underneath it.
'Wearing your collar, eh?' he said, clearly chuffed.
'Of course. I always do, except when you want me to take it off.'
'I didn't order you to put it back on.'
'No, I know, but I like wearing it. And since we're going to be in the company of like-minded people…'
He kissed my shoulder.
'I'm touched, love. You're out and you're proud. That means a lot to me.'
I raised my lips to his for a kiss.
'I know.'
He broke off and checked his watch.
'To be honest, I'm not sure when they're getting here,' he said. 'I suppose about lunchtime? But maybe earlier, maybe later. Are you OK to stay in this morning? The grocery delivery is due and I need to go out with the groundsman and discuss a few things.'
'Oh, yes, fine. I wasn't planning anything.'
Once dressed and breakfasted, I went to sit in the morning room to do some work on an article I wanted to submit to a history journal. I could see Jasper at the back of the house, trudging across the yard with his new groundsman. The pair of them wore Barbour jackets and tweed caps and their breath steamed out ahead of them as they walked.
I thought for a moment of Will, the old groundsman, and wondered what he was up to these days. Hopefully not blackmail. His last attempt must have shown him it wasn't really his speciality.
Jasper and the groundsman disappeared from view and I turned my attention back to the heyday of Spode.
When the bell jangled, I assumed it was the Ocado man, and I sauntered to the door without urgency. I was not prepared for the three people I saw on the doorstep, looking nothing like delivery persons.
'Oh,' I said, caught out. Then I squealed, 'Rosie!' and we leapt upon each other.
'Sorry,' I flustered, remembering myself. 'Do come in. You must be…'
The man introducing himself as Dimitri was an interesting-looking dude. Not at all what I would have picked out for Rosie, who had always gone for rugby types at university. He was more the sort I'd have been into – boho. Almost too boho.
I had an overwhelming sensory impression of height and exuberance and lots of rattly bangly stuff and a fascinating moustache. He crushed me into an unexpectedly tight embrace and I had a moment of mild panic that I wouldn't be able to get out of it. But he let me go and I caught my breath and laughed and said, 'Aha, yeah, pleased to meet you.'
'You are Rosie's friend, yes?'
'Yes, gosh, sorry, I'm Sarah.'
I was quite discombobulated. Rosie looked rather amused by the effect her new squeeze had had on me.
'Don't mind Dimitri,' drawled the blonde standing a little way behind him. 'He makes quite a first impression, doesn't he? I'm Tina, but everyone calls me Trixietots.'
Tina, that was it. My body double. I found myself giving her a covert once over as we shook hands, especially around the hips and thighs.
Yes, a good match.
'I hope you're not hungry,' I said, looking out over the driveway for signs of Mr Ocado. 'We haven't had our grocery delivery yet. Expecting it any minute. But I can do you teas and coffees.'
There was a general murmuring of 'coffee/tea would be great' and we drifted towards the kitchen, Dimitri jingling as he moved.
'You live here?' said Rosie, gazing around her at the lobby, with its precious treasures.
'Well, I still think of it as Jasper's place. I moved in a few weeks ago but I'm not used to calling it my home yet, to be honest.'
'One day we live in a place like this, Rosie, what do you think?' said Dimitri.
She squealed a little, and I think he had pinched her bum, though I didn't see for certain.
'Yeah, once you get the call from Hollywood,' she said.
'Well, you almost have,' I said, grinning. 'You're going to be in a Jasper Jay film.'
'He's such a wonderful film-maker,' enthused Trixietots. 'Oh my God, what a fabulous kitchen. I have kitchen envy. Mine is twenty years old and the cupboard doors are hanging off the hinges. I tell you what, why don't we all move in permanently?'
She laughed and we all joined in, but my hackles rose a little. Probably just in mourning for our lovely secluded lifestyle. It really seemed odd to be inviting other people into our sanctuary.
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Book Two By His Command
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September 30, 2014
The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem — One Woman's brave and risky decision to add a third into her relationship
Please welcome back best selling author Lily Harlem...
The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem
“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you ’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”
New from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.
The Silk Tie is available from Amazon
The Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers
Back cover information
Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I ’m intrigued by our sexy new game.
But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe ’s dreams. It ’s not until I meet Brent —gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone —that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe ’s needs and exactly what I have to do.
But I ’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?
ExcerptThe bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.
“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.
Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.
He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”
“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.
“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”
“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”
“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”
I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”
He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”
There was a knock at the door.
We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.
The door opened and Brent walked in.
He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.
He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.
Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.
“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.
“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”
“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”
“Yes.” I nodded.
He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”
I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”
He released me and turned to Gabe.
I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.
“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”
Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”
“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”
“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”
Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.
I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.
Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.
Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”
I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.
“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”
That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.
Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.
When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.
“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”
“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.
Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.
I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.
“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.
“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.
Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.
He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.
Gabe was utterly still at my side.
Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.
Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.
“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.
“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”
Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”
I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.
Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.
Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.
“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”
“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”
Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.
“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.
I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.
“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”
Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.
Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.
Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.
Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.
Gabe panted and stared downward.
I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.
“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.
Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.
I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.
He began to withdraw.
Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.
Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.
Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.
“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.
“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”
Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.
Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.
My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.
Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.
Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.
“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”
Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”
“Not…like this…I want…I need…”
Lily Harlem Bio
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora's Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.
Her novel, Breathe You In, a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come, was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2013.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you ’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”
New from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.
The Silk Tie is available from Amazon
The Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers
Back cover information Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I ’m intrigued by our sexy new game.
But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe ’s dreams. It ’s not until I meet Brent —gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone —that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe ’s needs and exactly what I have to do.
But I ’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?
ExcerptThe bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.
“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.
Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.
He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”
“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.
“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”
“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”
“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”
I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”
He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”
There was a knock at the door.
We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.
The door opened and Brent walked in.
He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.
He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.
Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.
“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.
“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”
“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”
“Yes.” I nodded.
He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”
I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”
He released me and turned to Gabe.
I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.
“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”
Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”
“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”
“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”
Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.
I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.
Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.
Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”
I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.
“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”
That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.
Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.
When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.
“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”
“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.
Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.
I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.
“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.
“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.
Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.
He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.
Gabe was utterly still at my side.
Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.
Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.
“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.
“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”
Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”
I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.
Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.
Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.
“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”
“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”
Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.
“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.
I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.
“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”
Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.
Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.
Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.
Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.
Gabe panted and stared downward.
I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.
“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.
Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.
I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.
He began to withdraw.
Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.
Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.
Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.
“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.
“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”
Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.
Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.
My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.
Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.
Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.
“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”
Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”
“Not…like this…I want…I need…”
Lily Harlem Bio
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora's Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations. Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.
Her novel, Breathe You In, a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come, was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2013.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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September 29, 2014
I'm being Grilled by @noellekeaton over the #AlwaysCambridge Series
I'm over at my pal Noelle Keaton's place today discussing my experience during the writing of the Always Cambridge Series. I hope you'll stop by and check out our conversation, leave us a comment if you'd like. She asked me some thought provoking questions.
Follow the Saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
Have a great day!
Follow the Saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
Have a great day!
NEWS and Notes: I'm being Grilled by @noellekeaton over the #AlwaysCambridge Series NOTES Swap's Last Call :(
NEWS: I'm over at my pal Noelle Keaton's place today discussing my experience during the writing of the Always Cambridge Series. I hope you'll stop by and check out our conversation, leave us a comment if you'd like. She asked me some thought provoking questions.
Follow the Saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
NOTES: And I'd like to remind my readers that erotic romance SWAP is only available for the next two days. September 29 and 30. So if you'd like to read it you'd better get it quick. You can check out Chapter One HERE, Chapter Two, Chapter Three and a very naughty Teaser by clicking on the orange links.
Totally Bound Amazon Canada Amazon US Amazon UK All Romance Ebooks Barnes&Noble BookStrand
Have a great day!
Follow the Saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge
NOTES: And I'd like to remind my readers that erotic romance SWAP is only available for the next two days. September 29 and 30. So if you'd like to read it you'd better get it quick. You can check out Chapter One HERE, Chapter Two, Chapter Three and a very naughty Teaser by clicking on the orange links.
Totally Bound Amazon Canada Amazon US Amazon UK All Romance Ebooks Barnes&Noble BookStrand
Have a great day!
