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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, here's a steamy snippet taken from Slap Shot just after Dana has given Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis (captain of the Vipers hockey team) his birthday present - an incredibly sexy pole dance.

It was time to move our game up a level. Stepping down from the stage, I stood before him as he death-gripped the arms of the chair.

“Are you enjoying your birthday present?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Hell, yeah,” he said. “But it’s getting kind of painful.”

I glanced at his groin. There was a definite space issue going on in his jeans.

“So you won’t want any more of this then.” I smiled and threaded my arms behind my neck, lifted my long mane of hair above my head and rolled my hips like a belly dancer, spinning until I’d turned my back on him.

I bent over double, exposing the cleft of my ass and the thong settled deep within it. The pose was so naughty, so cheeky, that blood rushed to my cheeks as I stroked my hands down my shins and shifted my butt left to right, mischievously tempting him because he wasn’t allowed to touch me.

Suddenly big hands curled around my hips and yanked me backward.

“Hey,” I said, quickly slipping from his grasp. “The rules, remember?”

“Fuck the rules.” He got to his feet and tried to grab me again.

I shook my head and stepped out of reach. “Oh no, rules are there for a reason.” I tilted my chin. “Sit down.”

His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. His chest heaved as he dragged in a breath. But after a moment of indecision, he settled into the plush chair once again. Every muscle in his body looked primed for action.

“That’s it,” I said soothingly, dropping to my knees in front of him. I rested my hands on his thighs and eased his legs apart, glanced at his groin again.

“I’m going to have zip marks imprinted on my dick forever,” he groaned.

“Sounds painful.”

“It’s fucking killing me.”

I smiled. “Sweet way to die though.”

“You reckon?” He shifted on the seat.

I shuffled in between his long, broad thighs and brushed my knuckles over his straining shaft.

He hissed in a breath.

“You want me to help out with your problem?”

“Feel free, any time,” he said in a strangled voice.

Reaching for his fly, I released it. Tugged at the zipper and drew it downward though it needed yanking a little, it was so stretched by the bulging erection beneath. This caused it to jerk, eliciting yet another groan from Rick as his head dropped back on the chair.

“Lift,” I instructed. He did as I asked and I dragged his jeans so they were at his thighs. I pulled in the scent of hot, aroused male and gazed at his thick cock tenting his navy boxers. There was a round drip of moisture near the waistband. I curled my palm around his shaft, feeling him through the soft material. His body tensed and I snatched in a breath as my pussy trembled. He was so damn big.

Lifting back the waistband, I revealed his darkened head and wide slit, pulled the elastic lower and released the shaft. Corded with bulging veins, it bobbed toward me from his tangle of jet-black pubic hair.

Thrilled to be this up close and personal with such a fabulous cock, I dipped the tip of my finger into his slit, spreading the glistening drip of pre-cum over the head.

“Ah, baby,” he whispered. “Even the smallest touch from you makes me want to come instantly.”

Good.

I curled my hands around his shaft and slid to the base. Gripping as near to the root as possible, I squeezed, tight, until I could feel his powerful pulse against my palm.

“Ah, fuck.” He groaned and gripped my shoulders. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

I looked up at him. “Hands back on the chair,” I ordered.

A muscle flexed in his jaw. I didn’t think he was going to obey but after a moment he death-gripped the chair-arms once more. “Be really fucking careful,” he warned.

Careful, no, careful is for wimps.

I dropped my head and stuck out my tongue, swiped up a new drop of pre-cum balanced in his slit and pressed it to my palate. Finally I fed my hunger for him. His flavor was divine, masculine and spicy. He was the most delicious man I’d ever tasted. There was sweetness to it, an honest sweetness that I didn’t think I would ever get enough of.

Consumed with a sudden impatience, I opened my mouth around the chunky width of his glans and sucked him in. Then, sliding down fast, much faster than I knew he’d expect, I took him until his head hit my throat.

“Ah, Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, his hips jerking and his hands threading into my hair. “Ah, Dana, good god, what are you doing to me?”

His tortured pleasure shot sparks of lust to my clit, my breasts and everywhere in between. I allowed his hands to stay in my hair, wanting him touching me, wanting to feel his hands on me. Reaching down, I cupped his balls and rolled their roundness within the loose sac of soft skin they were encased in.

His legs tensed around me and a deeply expelled breath breezed over my naked back. I bobbed up, let him almost slip from my mouth while my other hand rubbed at his shaft, then I dipped back down, deeper this time, the corners of my mouth stretching almost painfully.

“Ah, ah,” he panted as I drew in air through my nose and curved my tongue around his shaft.

I set up a quick tempo of drawing him in then almost releasing him. I didn’t know who this was more of a treat for, him or me. I was having a great time. Delicious darts of pleasure were shooting to my clit, the beginning of my own climb to climax.

Pausing in my swift movements, I held the base of his cock, laved around his glans with the tip of my tongue, scooped into his slit then tickled his sensitive frenulum.

“Wild thing, you’re torturing me,” he groaned, a hand curling around the nape of my neck.

I played for a few minutes more, holding the base of his cock firm and rolling and teasing my way around his head. Then as more pre-cum dribbled from him I opened up and took him right to the very back of my throat again.

“Ah, jeez,” he groaned, the hand on the nape of my neck gripping me.

I began to pump at the base in long, gliding movements, working him up to my mouth then pulling curled fingers down as I treated his head to licks with the flat of my tongue. I repeated this process over and over, absorbing the tiny trembles shivering through his body as I took him in deep then teased him shallow.

Suddenly the pressure on the back of my neck increased and his cock hardened to granite. “Be really fucking careful or you’re going to get it,” he warned in a choked voice.

I wanted it, I wanted it all so I upped the pace, intensified the grip of my fingers and my mouth.

He jerked his hips upward and his cock rammed into the back of my throat and lodged there. He groaned loud and abandoned. I beat down my gag reflex, dragged in thin slivers of air through my nose and sucked...hard. Really hard.

He cried out a string of curses that ended in, “Holy shit.” The grip on my neck increased as his cock pulsed in my mouth and a shot of rich semen flooded my tongue. His legs tensed around me so tight I feared for my ribs. I was trapped, impaled upon him. I was loving every single one of his reactions to me.

“Oh my god,” he groaned as more salty liquid spilled from his convulsing shaft. His whole body trembled around me and I swallowed fast, drank him up. Sucking mercilessly, I drained every last drop of pleasure from him. My pussy was contracting, throbbing around nothing. I could orgasm just from doing this to him, I was so near, I was so close.

Eventually his cock stilled and I let him slip from my mouth and glanced up. His head was tipped back, his mouth parted in a slack, sated way and his eyes were shut. Touching my lips to the coarse hair running to his navel, I began to slowly kiss my way up his bricked abs, shoving at his T-shirt as I went and delighting in the flavors and textures of his skin. When I reached his nipples his chest was still rising and falling rapidly. I swirled my tongue around the dark beads and they hardened and rolled.

“Lose this,” I said, my hands still in his T-shirt and my mouth now on his neck.

He opened his eyes and with one swift movement peeled it over his head and discarded it on the floor.

Finally coming face level, I rested my body against his and smiled at his glazed expression. Wiry chest hair tickled against my breasts and his softening cock lodged at my belly. I fed him a hot, open-mouthed kiss, exploring and delving deep into his mouth. He gave back as good as he got, his tongue eager, his rough-textured hands tracing the outlines of my body.

“It’s never, ever felt that intense,” he said, pulling back slightly. “That was awesome, Dana.”

I smiled and kissed his jawline right around to his ear. “Happy birthday,” I murmured.

He pushed slightly at my hips. “Get back up on the stage.”

I raised my eyebrows, surprised. I thought it would get carnal down here, on the chair.

“Stage,” he said again.

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Thanks for visiting Sunday Snog, have a great day,

Lily x

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

As Wimbledon fever has hit the UK, here's a few from Grand Slam…

I landed the first blow, enjoying the ripple effect it created on her cheek, not to mention the squeal she let out. At some point in the future, I’d train her to take her punishments without complaint, but as far as I was aware, it was her first time being spanked. It was certainly the first time she’d had a proper spanking, and so I’d break her in relatively gently.

With only a brief pause, I smacked her other cheek. The first, even beneath the dim light, I could see was already turning pink where my hand had contacted her skin. My cock leapt in response. I’d done that, and by the time I was finished, the pink would be replaced by a vivid red. I could hardly wait.

Grand Slam is available from Ellora's Cave, Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe and all other good ebook retailers.

Scribd

Some of my titles have been newly released on SCRIBD, so if this is your vendor of choice here are the links… (click on the covers to go to the purchase page)

New Covers, New Titles, Same Sizzling Paranormal Trilogy by K D Grace

K D Grace’s paranormal trilogy has had a makeover! The covers have been redone, along with a slight upgrade in the titles to better reflect their paranormal romance genre. The novels themselves are still both sizzling and chilling. And now they’re all dressed up for the summer heat.

The Lakeland Witches Trilogy

Book One: Body Temperature & Rising

American transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.

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Book Two: Riding the Ether

Cassandra Larkin keeps her ravenous and dangerous sexual appetite secret until she seduces Anderson in the mysterious void of the Ether.  Anderson is the sexy, insatiable ghost who can give her exactly what she needs.

But sex is dangerous in a place like the Ether…

When the treacherous demon, Deacon, discovers the truth about the origin of Cassandra’s powerful lust, he plots to use her sex magic for revenge on Tara Stone and the Elemental Coven, who practice their own brand of sex magic.

Cassandra must embrace the lust and sexuality she fears and learn to use its power. Will she stand with Anderson, Tara, and the Elemental Coven against Deacon’s wrath or suffer the loss of friendship, magic and love?

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Book Three: Elemental Fire

Obsessed with revenge, KENNET LUCIAN makes a deal with a demon, a deal he comes to regret when he meets TARA STONE, head of the Elemental Coven, and a powerful witch with a desire for revenge at least as great as his. Even though the attraction between the two is magnetic and the lust combustive, Kennet must betray her to accomplish his goal, which is ultimately her goal as well; to put a final end to the demon, Deacon’s, reign of terror. But can Tara trust the man who has wormed his way into her heart and the heart of the Elemental Coven? Can she trust LUCIA, the demon with whom Kennet is allied, a demon with her own agenda. The path to Deacon’s destruction is far from clear, and the price that must be paid to be free of him forever may be too high, even for Tara Stone.

DEACON, the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE, coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart and more innocent people die.

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Author Bio:

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.

Find K D Here:

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

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Scored

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after? 

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no? 

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare. 

Scored has 26 5* Amazon reviews (USA and UK combined)

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Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is out in Print!

That's right, my contemporary m/f novel set in the Cotswolds, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies is now available in print as well as ebook. I was thrilled to have the delectable Francis Cura as the cover model and you can see more yummy pictures of him HERE.

Blurb for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies

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 virginity 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 ways possible.

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Praise for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies

"This was a great book that really showed two characters that had amazing chemistry and how the author was able to tweak them in just a way as to make the story different from all the others on the market today."

"I have read a good number of Lily Harlem books, but this might be my favourite." 

"If every girl's first time had a Shane in it, the world of womanhood would be a better place! This book is steamy and will leave you looking for a steamy scene of your own."

"This is a great, quick, easy, sexy, loveable book by Lily Harlem! I highly recommend this to anyone. Loved it!"

"I love this author. Her characters are always so real."

Sigil Fire by Erzabet Bishop plus author interview

Where there’s smoke there’s Hellfire.

Blurb

Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil.

Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless. With the aid of her nest mate Perry and his partner Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.

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Blood pounded in her temples, and Sonia’s feet hit the pavement. Tears blurred her vision as the reality of what almost happened sunk in. He was the killer, and he knew where she lived. He was a fallen angel.

Turning the corner, she saw the tattoo parlor and picked up her pace. The shadows mocked her from every angle. He would be out there waiting. His oily presence oozed unholy joy at her panic, and she stumbled, almost losing her footing on the uneven sidewalk. Footsteps echoed on the street behind her, and in her panic, she couldn’t distinguish between friend and foe.

The glass doors loomed large, windows covered with posters of the latest trends in piercing and ink.

Pulling maniacally on the door, Sonia let out a howl of frustration to discover it locked. “Son of a bitch! Oh Goddess! Open up!” Tears ran down her face, and she tore at the door, hoping for some weakness that would allow her entry. Something. Anything.

She bit back a sob and staggered backward. It was over. He would find her in moments.

The street had become too quiet and the echo of sinister laughter crept along the edge of darkness. The bastard was playing with her.

Fear shot through Sonia’s body, numb and cold, causing her to yelp as the doors rattled behind her.

The sound of a barking dog came from the interior of the shop.

A voluptuous dark-haired woman leaned out, the bluish light illuminating her features with beams of icy radiance. “If you’re looking for a corner, succubus, you’ve picked the wrong one. Move it along.”

Sonia stepped closer to the door, turning her head into the light. “I’m here to see Fae.” She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. The T-shirt and jeans had been warm enough earlier, but the air had turned chillier.

“Red?” The woman’s eyes grew wide. She assessed Sonia’s every movement.

Sonia shook her head, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. “Do you know me?

The barking of a dog sounded closer, and the dark-haired woman drew back as the little body pushed past her.

Sonia leaned down. “What are you doing here?”

The little dog barked furiously, wagging its tail and whining. Its furry little face searched Sonia’s, and it jumped against Sonia’s leg, licking her hand.

“Hey there. Glad to see you made it home.” Sonia reached down at petted dog’s head.

Snorting, the dog rubbed its head against Sonia’s hand, letting out a delighted sound.

“Your dog knows me.” Sonia searched the dark-haired woman’s face. “I saved it. In the alley yesterday. There was a demon trying to take it.”

“Jellybean, what have you been doing?” Fae returned her gaze to Sonia and stared hard. “You saved her? How?”

A frustrated snort came from the dog, and she growled at the shadows.

“You’re lucky that you have a hellhound to watch over you. Someone must have loved you a lot.”

The woman’s face softened. “My mother. Jellybean was the last gift she gave me before she died.”

“Can you please let me in?” Sonia glanced behind her. The shadows grew longer, and the temperature continued to drop. The street was deserted now. “I need to see Fae. Monty sent me.” Sonia hated that her voice shook. She couldn’t help but notice the woman who blocked her path was intoxicating. The stranger’s dark hair rippled in the cold light of the shop, and her tight fitting shirt revealed far more than it chose to conceal. Her eyes burned black in the darkness, and despite her fear, Sonia felt herself falling inside them. They were safe. Familiar somehow. It didn’t make sense.

“Why the hell would Monty send you here?” The woman straightened, and the illusion of a simple shop owner vanished.

Jellybean barked. The dog’s body tensed, and she stood in front of Sonia, protecting her from the darkness beyond. The energy on the street grew malignant. The dog’s eyes flashed red and power radiated from her.

Sonia and the woman stared, momentarily speechless.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Come on.” The woman grinned as Jellybean jumped up and down. “Get in here.”

Dark laughter echoed down the street and Sonia flinched.

Jellybean growled, the hair on the back of her neck standing straight up.

Sighing deeply, the woman held the door open. “Come on then. Jellybean’s vouching for you and I’ve been looking for you myself.”

“Thank you.” Sonia scurried through the door, tears of relief brimming on her lashes. She blinked, but the tears still managed to fall. She was an immortal. Fear was not something she was used to living with, and it made her angry. Her head and soul were still spinning from everything that had happened in the past hour. She staggered. Her life was about to change even more. She could feel it.

Interview with Erzabet

How did you come up with Sigil Fire?

This story began as a writing prompt that didn’t make it into the anthology it was originally intended for. After much more work, I sent it in to the Ylva Halloween anthology and the amazing and wonderful Astrid believed it could be so much more. What was a nine thousand word story became a nearly thirty thousand word novella.

Will there be a sequel?

Yes. Charley, Perry, Sonia and Fae will be back for book two, which has already begun.

Favorite dessert?

Chocolate. Any kind. Anywhere.

Do you have a pet?

Yes. My husband and I have a pack of furry canine children that constantly keep us on our toes.

Favorite place to relax?

That would have to be in bed with a good book, my puppy Tadpole by my side.

Who are some of your favorite urban fantasy or erotic authors?

There are so many! I love Kim Harrison, Lisabet Sarai, Jaye Wells, Red Phoenix, Cari Silverwood, DL King, Alison Tyler, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Rhavensfyre, Patricia Briggs, Laura Antoniou…the list goes on and on. If I could be sealed in a room for a year I would never be bored reading these fabulous authors and more.

What are you working on now?

I have several works in progress. I write for the serial, Club Rook and am in the middle of two episodes to finish out the first season. There is also a CYOA for Silkwords, a twisted fairy tale for Decadent and a Halloween tale for my wonderful friends at Ylva. Not to mention the urban fantasy romance I’m up to my knees in for Sci Spanks coming up in a week or so.

What is Sci Spanks?

I’m glad you asked! It is a wonderful event for authors and readers to get together around their love of reading erotic literature. Some spanking may be involved, so warm up your paddles! Check out this link to the Facebook page and consider being an ambassador. 

More prize opportunities and it is as easy as cut and paste.

https://www.facebook.com/scispanks

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About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website with her Fetish Fair choose your own romantic adventure stories, Elemental Passions, Potnia, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II,  Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Holidays in Hell, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming, Cleis), Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission (upcoming Cleis), Hungry for More (upcoming Cleis), Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Eternal Haunted Summer,  Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Dinner Date, Tethered, Sigil Fire, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation.  She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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