RELEASE DATE!!!

Okay, so final edits are done and the characters are ready to be let loose on the world. I am sooo excited about unleashing my Christmas novel on------------drum roll -----------December 14th

Blurb

All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.

Click on the sexy Santa below to read a steamy excerpt.

Lily x

Monday!!

Lots happening today. I have a new release at Total-E-Bound, Orchestrating Manoeuvres featured in the Treble Anthology but is now available as an individual e-book.

Also Hired is featured on the great new blog Log Lines.

And I am lurking at Total-E-Bound's blog Hitting the Hot Spot

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Have a wonderful day.


Lily x

Sunday Snog - Orchestrating Manoeuvres

Today's Sunday Snog is taken from my novella Orchestrating Manoeuvres which is due for release as an e-book tomorrow at Total-E-Bound. ( note - previously published in Treble Anthology.)

Blurb - 

I have everything a girl could want; money, beauty, friends in high places. So why does it feel as if there’s a hole the size of Antarctica in my soul?

Because missing Dale has become a way of life and now instead of making love to the man of my dreams I rely on my battery-powered Rampant Rocker and spend my days dodging work and slugging champagne - until, that is, the two heart-stoppingly gorgeous Italian pianists who make up Ingresso Livello decide they want me.

Sing praise to the Lord! That was a red letter day, I can tell you!

Being asked to appear alongside them was risqué and controversial and set many tongues a-wagging. Plus they had a very unique way of thanking me for my troubles - turns out these two delectable musicians were as talented at creating erotic delights in the bedroom as they were at playing mesmerising music on stage.

Just the medicine for my broken heart? Well, it was certainly a deliciously sexy distraction and I would never, ever listen to the tinkling notes of a grand piano the same way again. And as for my broken heart? Well, it felt a whole lot better when everything slotted neatly into place.

Snog

This extract is taken as Tiffany is making the video for The Pleasure of Three. In a room full of people and with a bossy film director it doesn't go quite as she planned!

Both my legs were lifted as my two Italian co-stars began to kiss and lick the top of my feet and rub the arch with dexterous movements. Each touch hotwired exquisite sensations to my pussy. I closed my eyes, sighed and writhed. It felt good, so good, but nobody knew that. For all they knew, I was acting—performing for the camera the same way Nari and Ricardo were.

Their mouths explored higher, kissing and licking their way to my knees, my thighs, my hip bones. I became aware of their weight settling beside me on the bed, their hands exploring my body—stroking, smoothing over my flat belly and just skimming the underneath of my breasts through the bra.

“This is lovely,” Nancy cooed. I opened my eyes and spotted her standing at the end of the bed in her fuddy-duddy dress. “But now we want some real action, something suggestive of a full-on threesome. Time to lose the jeans, guys.”

There was a great deal of shifting on the bed as Nari and Ricardo shucked off their denims. Both wore tight black Armani boxers…and both had impressive packages outlined by the material.

“Can we go back a few minutes on the composition?” Ricardo asked as he settled back down next to me.

The music flicked around then started again at a slow, sedate, almost trance-like pace.

“Perfetto,” Nari said, wrapping me in his arms and scooping me on top of him. “Absolutely perfetto.”

I caught my breath as my chest pressed to his as did my thighs and my stomach… Whew, my stomach hit something long and dense and growing in hardness.

“You will have to forgive me,” he murmured softly. “It is not every day I have a practically naked supermodel on top of me. I pride myself in control, but I am, after all, still a mortal man.”

Flustered and turned on, both embarrassed and pleased by his reaction to me, I settled a little more comfortably against him, sliding my hands over his marble hard pecs and dropping my head into his neck.

“Yes, that is it,” Ricardo said nudging apart my legs and flattening his chest over my back. “But a little higher, mio angelo.” Wrapping his fingers around my hip bones, he urged me up Nari’s body.

I gasped as my mound came into contact with Nari’s swollen shaft. And through the soft material of his boxers and the silky gusset of my thong, the first section of my pussy lips parted—just enough for my swollen clit to press against concrete flesh.

Nari tensed. It was as though every muscle in his body froze. I lifted my head and looked down into his desire-heavy eyes. Lust raged in their depths, and his lips were fastened into a tight line.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could I say? That I wanted everyone else in the room gone? Well, except for Ricardo, who had settled between my legs and was licking between my shoulder blades.

“Kiss me,” Nari said in a low, scraping voice. “Just kiss me, Tiffany.”

Pressing my lips to his, I muffled my moan of lust against his mouth. The concerto had picked up again, building to its high, excitable crescendo.

“Some movement would be good,” Nancy shouted over the piano music filling the room. “I’m not a photographer, I’m a film director. Listen to the music. You want it to be raunchy, sexy, the talk of the town—hell, the talk of the world—then grasp the beat, pull the music into your hearts and souls. Move, people. Make love, show the pleasure of three.”

Ricardo began to suggestively pump his hips against my butt. What had been only a semi-hard bulge against the cleft of my arse was rapidly turning to granite. My heart pounded, every nerve in my body honed in on the musical geniuses surrounding me, holding me, arousing me. I kept on kissing Nari. His breaths were hard and sharp, his facial hair rasped at my chin and his chest heaved against mine.

“Ahh, angel, you are driving me crazy,” Ricardo murmured by my ear. “Mother of Mary, give me strength.”

My clit was humming, the pressure building, an orgasm teasing me, tripping my heart and claiming my breath. Still Ricardo continued to rock against me, sliding me against Nari’s cock. His thrusting movements, breathy groans and sinful kisses were all designed to titillate viewers…and they were about to tip me over the edge.

I couldn’t come in front of a room full of people, in front of a rolling camera! Oh my God, I was going to!

Have a wonderful Sunday,

Lily x

Blurb for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies.

I've been busy writing the blurb today for my soon to be released novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. Here goes....

All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.

Lily x

I Am The Wind by Sarah Masters

I've just finished this awesome little book. Its a darkly satisfying M/M and certainly deserves its place as top seller of the week at ARe. Go grab a copy and enjoy...

Two men who have secrets from the past just can’t let them go—until they meet one another.

Two men, both mistrusting adults who have secrets they’d rather not share. After a drunken night out, Christian goes back to Alfie’s house for sex, the thought never crossing his mind that Alfie will hold him hostage in his cellar. As weeks pass, Christian would never have thought he’d come to care for Alfie either—but he does, and although he can’t explain how he feels, it doesn’t much matter. There’s no one out there to miss him anyway.

Alfie has his reasons for keeping Christian tied up, and they are heartbreaking. He’s had a terrible past, one no child should ever live, and the morning after the night he took Christian home, he snapped. He couldn’t bear for yet another person to leave him and, knowing what he was about to do was wrong, he did it anyway.

Despite their harrowing pasts, the two men form a bond and together discover that there is a way to trust—finally.

Lily x

Great review for CROSS-CHECKED

I just woke up to a fabulous Forbidden Bookshelf review for the second in my HOT ICE series, Cross-Checked.

Here is what the reviewer Stella said -


I enjoyed Hired, the first book in the Hot Ice series by Lily Harlem and was looking forward to the next books to discover more about the other Orlando Vipers hockey players and how they would find love. Cross-Checked is Brick’s story. We already got a glimpse of Brick in Hired and despite him being kind of an arrogant jerk there I suspected he had more to him and I had a soft spot for the young but warm-hearted and funny charmer even back then, so I was curious and excited to finally read his story.


Cross-Checked is narrated by the heroine, a respective athlete: Olympic medalist cyclist Carly. Carly has had a crush on Brick for a long time, she is obsessed with him and has an elaborate plan on how to seduce him and keep his interest hooked for longer than a quick tumble into bed. She wants Brick for more than the simple rink bunnies do. But when nothing goes according to her plan and Brick acts nothing like she expected she feels her control on the plan and his seduction slipping.

I dare every warm blooded woman not to melt when reading about Brick’s courting of Carly:

“I’ll take you home.” He grinned. “I’m going that way.”

“But you don’t even know where I live.” I tugged my wrist from his grip even though having him touch me sent waves of delight over my skin.

He shrugged. “Wherever you live, I was going that way.”

Despite being a huge and muscle solid man Brick has a very open and generous heart. He is playful and flirty, but underneath that easygoing charmer is a man who has depth and hidden vulnerabilities. When he spoke of his deceased father and how much he still misses him even though he hasn’t lost him recently, it made me tear up and squeezed my heart. It was surprising and sobering to see the flirty playboy become instantly intense and one could not mistake his seriousness as to his relationship with Carly.

“You’re not a game to me,” he said quietly. “When I said you were all I could think about, that you were the star of all my fantasies, I was being honest. When I thought I was coming to the hospital to identify a body and help your parents organize a funeral my world ended.” His lips squeezed together and he dragged in a deep breath. “I have never, ever in all my life wanted anything as much as I wanted you to be all right, not even last year, when I really wanted to lift the Stanley Cup.”

“If I hand myself over to you, Carly,” he said, softening his voice, “then you need to be there for me, don’t you get it, you’ve become my weakness. I’m a big, strong guy but if anything happened to you it would destroy me.”

I found Carly’s internal monologues a bit too sappy and her self-doubt and lack of confidence in herself and in Brick irritating, I often would have liked to shake Carly a few times to finally realize what a good man Brick was and not to miss out on her chance to be happy with him. It was nice to have a story where it was the hero who was sure of his feelings and set on the course to take their relationship further.

Just like Hired, Crossh-Checked is rather a sensual romance than erotica due to the well developed storyline, characters and emotional journey of the characters taking the main stage instead of the physical scenes.

I have to say I liked Cross-Checked even better than Hired, it was wonderfully hot and heartwarming. I love how 3D Lily Harlem makes her characters, they feel like real people and not just cardboard props in a story. A great story and series I would recommend!




Story: 4.5 out of 5

This reviewer really pulled up all the points I wanted to make about my characters and it was a joy to read. I'm off to celebrate - oh, not yet, I have a sexy scene in my next HOT ICE book to write first!!

Lily x

WHEN ONE IS NOT ENOUGH

Today I am discussing the merits of good boys 'v' bad boys over at my favourite ménage blog!!

I hope you can join me.


Lily x

Sunday Snog - The Actress

Hi everyone who has joined me from Victoria Bliss' website. This weeks Sunday Snog is taken from a short story called The Actress. I wrote this for the Coming Together Anthology last year, a charity book in which all proceeds go toward One who's aim is to end global poverty.

The book only costs a few cents/pence and by purchasing it you will be doing good while being bad!

Here is the blurb - 

Sapphire Makepeace has lived her red carpet life of champagne, caviar, and glittering Oscars to the fullest. But she's also used her celebrity to raise money for charity, one such endeavor included a daring expedition to the summit of Mount Everest in which the world feared her early demise when she became trapped by a furious storm.

It was this storm that resulted in the queen of cinema, Hollywood's angel, having a secret shared with only two men: Andy and Lee Driver, brothers, English, mountaineering adrenalin junkies.

Fifty four years later their names still roll around her tongue a hundred times a day, because an encounter that extreme, that intense is one that lasts an entire lifetime

SNOG!

Terror uncoiled within me, I looked past Lee's face at the billowing fabric of the tent only a foot away, another two feet beyond that was a deathly drop through the elements.

I began to shake even more than I had when I was cold. Every nerve and muscle in my body jumped around like a bouncing bean.

"Hey, hey," Lee said. "Stop worrying. It's okay. We won't let anything happen to you." And then his lips were on mine. Pressing down firmly, dominantly, his tongue probing past my teeth and sweeping around the inside of my mouth.

I squeaked and pushed at his chest. "What are you doing?" I said. "Lee…"

"Taking your mind of it." He licked his bottom lip as though savouring my taste.

"I'm married," I said with a frown. "To Dean Mayer."

"Yeah, I know. Everyone on the planet knows. But he's not here to distract you from the terror of being on Everest in a storm, is he?"

"Or the discomfort of suffering from acute hypothermia," Andy added as he snuggled his face into my nape. The soft bristles of his soul patch scratched at my delicate skin. "Let us take your mind off it, Sapphire. I promise it'll help."

"No," I said. "I can't." Though the way Andy was making me melt with peppering little kisses towards my left ear seriously reduced the conviction in my words.

"But what if we all die up here," Lee said, running his fingers through the messy hair at my temples and staring down at me. "And this is the last thing we could do for pleasure and we don't take the opportunity?"

How the hell did he know playing with my hair always did it for me? "No," I whispered, though my body was disagreeing violently. I could feel my nipples hardening beneath the layers of clothes, jutting out eagerly for a harder connection with Lee's chest. Andy nestled further into my back, his demanding penis sending sparks of desire rushing through my veins and firing my nerve endings.

"You're even more beautiful in real life," Lee said in a gravely voice,  rubbing the pad of his thumb over my cheek bone. "I've admired you for years in films and magazines, but watching you climb in the mountains over the last week… well…" His eyes dropped to my mouth and his eyelids drooped. "I guess we're lucky guys to see Sapphire Makepeace at her most glorious."

I knew he was only trying to appeal to my vanity, the vanity every actress has by the bucketful, but it was working. He was winning me over, not least because I knew at that moment in time I looked hideous. Deathly pale skin blotched red to resemble squashed raspberries on a white sheet. Long blonde hair tangled and un-brushed. Not a scrap of makeup or jewelry, not even my wedding ring. My only concession to being a woman was the small bottle of spiced Paris perfume I treasured like gold and sneakily applied several times a day.

And then Lee was kissing me again, though this time I didn't stop him when his soft mouth parted my lips and began to move in a gentle dance. He tasted of man and sex. His golden bristles caught on my chin, and his tongue was hot and confident. I let out a small moan and splayed my hands over his chest as he cupped my face to his. He was right. We might all die up here; we had to take pleasure where we could.

My moan was like showing a red cloak to a bull. The temperature of his kisses heated up, his hands traveled down into the sleeping bag and searched out the base of my thermal top. Flesh finally connected with flesh, and his calloused palm slid up my perfectly flat belly and settled over the satin cup of my bra. I pressed in for more, all thoughts of Dean flying from my mind. Behind me, Andy's hand searched for the hook and eye fastening. He quickly found it and released me from my underwear. I felt dizzy with longing, overwhelmed with the urge to have these two men touching me all over, making me forget the perilous situation we were in.

I hope you enjoyed this weeks snog. Have a great day.

Lily x

Inspiration

Today I am over at K D Grace's - A Hopeful Romantic - chatting about inspiration. I hope to see you there.


Lily x

Slap Shot review

I am thrilled to announce that Slap Shot has had yet another great review.

Here is what the Whipped Cream reviewer had to say...

Rick “Ramrod” Lewis seems to have it all. Expensive car, big house, an exciting career as the captain of the Orlando Vipers hockey team, and even a crazed stalker-fan who’s been sending him ‘love notes’ after a one-night stand mistake. Unfortunately, none of it means as much anymore since he doesn’t have anyone to share it with. The unfulfilled feeling makes all of the materials things he possesses feel a bit lacking, but all of that changes the day he meets a most organized, unadventurous, and beautiful woman wearing fire-engine red heels.

She resists his charme, and he can't resist the challenge. It is too tempting to resist and before long it becomes his mission to see that the infuriating woman become the “wild thing” he believes her to be. It soon becomes apparent to Rick that the cold shoulder she tries to throw his way is just a front of self-protection, which makes him even more determined to know the woman who has bewitched him and then to win her heart.

For Dana Wilcox, event organizer and owner of Best Laid Plans, two years of sexual abstinence and swearing off men is about to go flying out the window. She knows her priorities and getting caught up in the sexually charged firestorm that is Rick is not one of the them But with fate constantly throwing them together, keeping her priorities in check proves harder than expected. The “old” Dana wouldn't have thought twice at jumping on the sexy captain, but the “new” Dana is afraid of unleashing her, even for just one night, and unraveling all the hard work she's put into her image and business.

Dana's experienced past with absent parents and the “seedy nocturnal world” ended one morning with a rude awakening of sorts and since then she hasn't looked back. She may not be proud of some of things she had to do to get there, but she is proud of what she has accomplished. Even her taste in men had changed. The plan was to find “Mr. Absolutely Spot-on Perfect” later in life, yet the persistent guy wanting to try out for the role is anything but and yet everything she needs. However, someone has been watching their every move and is determined to make sure that the threat is eliminated.

With a mixture of emotionally enriched characters and sexual chemistry, this surprisingly suspenseful story takes flight right from the start and will capture the attention of any romance reader. Ms. Harlem never fails to instill vividly intense sex scenes into her stories and this one is no exception with an incredibly heated spin to an unplanned pole dancing session. The character and relationship developments were a pleasure to read and very well done and I really enjoyed the updates on the first two couples from earlier in the series as well. Now I'm even more excited to continue exploring more of the alpha men from the Orlando Vipers team and the women who tame them, but Slap Shot will definitely be staying on re-read shelf. To any erotic romance reader who hasn't read a Lily Harlem story, here is a great place to start.

Sunday Snog - Shared Too

As promised this weeks Sunday Snog is from SHARED TOO, the sequel to SHARED.

Excerpt taken from near the beginning the book...

Feeling hot, I shrugged off my fleecy sweater and wiped my forearm over my brow. Straightening, I sensed the stable darkening as a long shadow stretched around my feet.

I turned and pressed a hand to my chest, startled by a second presence when I’d been lost in my thoughts.

Standing dead center in the doorway, filling half the space with his broad shoulders was Quinn, silhouetted by the setting sun that shone golden behind him like a full-body halo. He wore an expensive, tailor-made suit. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets and his short dark hair was highlighted around his ears and neck by the light. I couldn’t make out his expression.

“You made me jump,” I said. “The dogs didn’t bark.”

“I’m sorry about that.” His voice was deep and drawling—he still had an American twang even after all these years. “They didn’t look up from their bones.”

He stepped through a shard of light dancing with dust motes. I stared up at him as his face came into focus. He looked so brooding, black brows low, mouth set, and my heart somersaulted—I was anxious as to the outcome of his day.

“Well?” I asked. “How did it go?”

He swallowed and the sound was noisy in the quiet stillness.

“Quinn,” I said more firmly. “How did it go?”

In a sudden rush he stepped forward and grabbed me around the waist. Lifted me into the air and spun me a full three-sixty. “I got it. I damn well got the money, Ariane.”

“Oh, wow!” I put my hands on his shoulders and smiled down at his delighted face as he hoisted me higher still. “You did? Really?” I knew how much this meant to him.

“Yeah, really. Two million for the next six months with a potential further two if the research looks promising.” He pressed his lips to mine in a hard, excited kiss. “And it will, I know it will. Initial trials are right on track.” He set my feet on the floor but kept me pulled up against his body.

“I’m thrilled for you, Quinn.” I slid my hands up the smooth lapels of his silver-gray jacket. “I didn’t doubt you’d make a good case for the grant, but two million. It was asking a lot.”

“Yeah, I know, but think how much they’ll make if I can prove that ‘their’ immune suppressants work. They’ll be rolling in it.” He threaded his fingers into my hair and tipped my face to his. “Plus, and more importantly, I really think this is going to save lives.”

I smiled up at him. His black eyes sparkled with triumph. Or so I thought. Because then he bent his head and kissed me—hot, wet and thoroughly. I kissed him back, loving his dark-chocolate flavor and his spiced scent. There was something about the kiss that told me the sparkle in Quinn’s eyes had more to do with lust than pharmacology.

“The girls got to school okay?” he asked, pulling back just far enough to study my face.

“Yes, fine.”

“Good.” He was kissing me again, his hands sliding up and down my back, over my butt and thighs, sending tingles of sensation through my clothes and onto my skin. “No more having to be quiet and discreet then,” he said breathlessly as he kissed over my cheek and onto my neck.

“No.” I pushed my hands into his hair, messed it up and offered myself for his kiss. His chin, coated in short evening stubble, scratched my flesh in a wickedly tempting way. “No more having to be quiet, no more having to wait until nighttime and locking the door.” I leaned harder against his body. The steely length of his erection prodded my stomach.

He moaned and squeezed me all the tighter. “Let’s celebrate,” he murmured.

“What, the pledge or the fact we can have sex when and wherever we want to again?”

“Both.” Sneaking his hand up the inside of my t-shirt, he filled his palm with my breast—massaging and kneading, drawing my nipple to a stiff peak through the satin.

I whimpered in delight and shoved at his jacket. Celebratory sex sounded like a great idea. He released me for a split second and the expensive jacket slipped down his arms and landed on the dusty floor with a quiet whump.

I hope you enjoyed that sexy little extract - sorry to stop it just before it gets seriously hot!


If you get time, my HOT ICE novel SLAP SHOT is up for book of the week at Whipped Cream - votes are based on whether or not you enjoy the review. If you enjoy what the reviewer said about my sexy hockey story you can vote HERE.


Have a wonderful weekend.

Lily x

Brick Dust and Bedsprings by Lucy Felthouse

Check out this great new short story by Lucy Felthouse - I'm so loving the title, can't wait to read it!!

There are chores to be done, but it’s much more fun to stand at the window and watch the rippling muscles and sweaty torsos of the men paving her driveway - her window sill never got cleaned so thoroughly before!

But when sexy brothers Marcus and Jamie catch their customer looking, the action rapidly moves from the front of the house to the bedroom…

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth.

Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

Excerpt from Brick Dust and Bedsprings - 

I heard the rumble of an engine, and craned my neck to look out of the window. Yes, they were here. My lips curved into a smile, and I scuttled out to meet them.

“Morning!” I chirped brightly. The two men turned from their van at the sound of my voice.

“Christ,” exclaimed the larger and older of the two, “I wasn’t expecting you to be up at this hour!” It was nine in the morning.

“You cheeky so and so. I’m not that lazy. Besides I had to get up to move the car. You’d have struggled to dig the drive up with my car on it, wouldn’t you?”

He winked cockily at me. “Mine’s a coffee, please. Two sugars, plenty of milk.”

“Yes, Marcus. God, what did your last slave die of? Jamie?” His brother looked up from the papers he was shuffling.

“Um, I’m alright for now actually.”

“Are you sure? I was only messing about!”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’ll have one later.”

I sauntered back into the house and started making drinks. I’d already flicked the kettle on in anticipation of their arrival, and as I poured the milk into Marcus’ mug I chuckled to myself. I’d delib¬erately used a pink one, just to piss him off. It wasn’t exactly the most manly of mugs, as I’m sure you can imagine. Mind you, it would take more than that to rob Marcus of his masculinity. Mmm.

He wasn’t my usual type. I usually go for the more classic good-looking guy. You know, clean-shaven, nicely dressed, and all that. Marcus definitely didn’t fall into that category. He wasn’t ugly, by any means, but he’d never be on the cover of a magazine either. And you certainly wouldn’t take him home to meet your parents. But he still oozed sexiness out of every pore. Whether it was the fact that he was rough around the edges, I don’t know. Maybe I was looking for a bit of rough.

I handed him his coffee with a cheeky smile. After a question¬ing glance at the mug, he took a sip. He winced as the hot liquid scalded his tongue. He swallowed slowly. I watched his Adam’s apple contract and relax and felt my face start to heat up.

Against my better judgment I studied him: his broad chest, huge biceps, strong-looking thighs clad in denim. Christ. I felt my pussy twitch involuntarily and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, he was looking at me. Oops. A moment of charged silence, then he smiled, all the while staring at my chest. I glanced down, and wanted to die of embarrassment. My nipples were rock hard and straining against the thin cotton top I was wearing.

“Must be cold,” I blurted, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on me. Marcus looked at me, then glanced up at the burning sun. He raised his eyebrows.

“Right,” I mumbled, desperate to get away. “I’ve got chores to do indoors; gimme a shout if you want anything.”

“Anything?” he enquired.

WHEN ONE IS NOT ENOUGH

Join me today at the ménage blog, When One Is Not Enough, where I am chatting about the delights of sex in the bathroom!!

Lily x

Win a copy of SLAP SHOT and so much more!

Week two of The Romance Reviews End of Year Splash Party has begun. Answer the questions to be in with a chance of winning not just my book, Slap Shot, but so many more wonderful prizes too.

Just remember you have to create an account and log in to be part of the fun - it only takes a few seconds and is completely painless.


Lily x

Sunday Snog

This week's Sunday Snog is taken from SHARED which was my début novel at Ellora's Cave. It's racy, its steamy and its also romantic.

This book is about the pleasures of a threesome as lucky Ariane snares the delectable Quinn and Liam. The scene below is taken from just after they have established the way their relationship is going to work and Ariane has spent an afternoon waiting for her men to come home...enjoy.

“So I wait all day,” I said with a smile. “And you both appear at the same time.” I looked up from my painting of the bay, which was more or less complete.

“Yeah, like buses,” Liam said, striding across the living room and lifting me to my feet. “Two come along at once.” He bent his head and kissed me soft and gentle. My knees weakened and I leaned into his granite body, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and molded to him as he held me up.

“I think in this house it’s more like three come at once,” Quinn said in his most drawling, sexy voice. He tossed his jacket over the back of the sofa and walked over to Liam and me.

Liam pulled his mouth from mine and I felt Quinn cup my cheek. “Hey,” he said. His black eyes flashed and a muscle flexed in his cheek. “You had a good day?”

I nodded and reached for a kiss. As Liam held me tight, Quinn delved deep into my mouth. Our tongues began a wild dance and I slipped one hand from Liam to wind around Quinn’s waist. His kiss was tighter, harder, there was something wilder about it than Liam’s but I adored both sensations and being able to swap from one to the other was idyllic.

“I’ve missed you this afternoon,” Liam said, brushing my hair aside and stooping to kiss my neck. “Been thinking of your body,” he said onto my skin. “Been remembering that adorable little shout you do just before you come, it makes me hard, so hard.”

I splayed my fingers and pressed against the back of his neck, urging on his kissing and his talking. His words were like syrup running into my veins and pooling sweetly between my legs. How these guys could get me so turned-on so quickly was amazing. I guessed it was one of the benefits of having two lovers.

“I want to hear it again,” Liam said into my ear. “I want to hear it shouted out, loud and wild…” he paused, “around my cock.”

A whimper of desire escaped my lips, which Quinn caught in his mouth. Liam pressed his body closer and his erection shoved against my stomach. He was right, he was hard from thinking about my little shout of ecstasy. Really hard.

Quinn snaked a hand up my top, delved inside my bra and tweaked my nipple.

“Do you want that, Ariane?” he asked in a gravelly voice, palming the underside of my breast. His breath was heated and coming faster by the second. “Do you want to suck Liam’s cock while I make you come? Would that thrill you, would it make you feel adored and cherished?”

Did I want it? Hell yes!

Next week I'll pick a snog from the sequel to Shared, Shared Too for you to enjoy. See you then.

Lily x

Year End Splash Party

The Romance Reviews is having a wild end of year party and everyone is invited. There are loads of prizes as well as lots of authors hanging out and chatting. Head on over...

Just make sure you create an account/log in before you play.

Lily x

TREBLE available in print

Eroticon 2012

What is Eroticon?

Eroticon is the UK’s first conference for Sex Bloggers and Erotica Writers.

Eroticon is an all day event open to anyone writing about sex online from novice bloggers to published authors, the conference will provide a safe space to learn, share and network.
The schedule will include workshops and panel sessions covering a wide variety of subjects from writing inspiration, tech-skills, photography, intellectual property rights, getting published and more.
We are also working on having an evening event of sublime sauciness.

When is Eroticon?

Saturday 3rd March 2012

Where is Eroticon?

Eroticon will be held at Armada House in Bristol, UK.

How do I find out more?

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Stockholm Surrender

Recently I finished and contracted the full length novel Stockholm Surrender which carries on from Stockholm Seduction my free short story available at Ellora's Cave.

Yesterday I approved the cover - yum - let me know what you think.

Lily x