Sunday, 24 March 2019

"My husband has new dark and forbidden fantasies. He can explore them...if I get to watch." #erotic #threesome #romance on #KU



"My husband has new dark and forbidden fantasies. I'll let him explore them on one condition...I get to watch."

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?

Please Note - The Silk Tie is an erotic romance featuring MM and MF as well as menage a trois sex scenes. It that floats your boat, then dive straight in and when you've finished, check out Lily's other bestselling MMF novels THE GLASS KNOT, MUSCLING IN and A FIGHTER'S LOVE.


Saturday, 23 March 2019

Saturday Spankings - DARK WARRIOR #MM #GBLT #erotic #romance #sa


Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a few from my MM erotic romance DARK WARRIOR. As they get to know each other these sexy guys realise they're both into a little spanking play. What could be more fun?






“Do you remember that first time?” Malik asked. “In your room in the village?”
“Yes. I will never forget it.”
Leo closed his eyes as Malik undid the button and zipper on his jeans. The pressure relieved a little on his cock but then surged as Malik slipped them and his boxers to his knees and his erection burst forward. 
Malik gripped Leo’s shaft and swept his tongue over the tip. 
Leo sucked a breath through gritted teeth. Stamina was always in short supply when Malik had hold of him. 
“Step out of these,” Malik ordered, releasing him and slipping off the last of Leo’s clothing. 
Leo lifted his feet one at a time and Malik dragged the material free. 
“That’s it, just right,” Malik said, touching Leo’s hips and forcing him to turn, to face the ottoman. He stayed on his knees, though, head level with Leo’s buttocks. “That first time,” he said, his breath warm on Leo’s flesh, “it was only a few slaps but my handprints even in the shadows I could see them perfectly.” 
“You never told me that.” 
“I’m telling you now.” He leaned forward and kissed Leo’s arse cheek, the one he’d spanked that first time. 
Leo clenched his fists. Malik’s mouth on him always sent a rush of desire racing through his nerves. He hardly knew how he would be able to control himself. 
“I loved it, seeing my handprint all red and hot. It made you mine.”
“I am yours.”
“I know and I am thankful for that every day.” Malik stood and kissed from Leo’s shoulder to the dip of his neck. “Bend over, Leo. Give me your arse, all of it—the skin, your hole, your sweet little hot-spot.” 


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Friday, 22 March 2019

Viking Harem - NEW. Sneak Peek at Chapter One #viking #historical #erotic #romance

COMING SOON, my hot new Viking Harem novel, working title THE PRINCESS AND HER VIKING HAREM. To whet your appetite and set the scene, here's a sneak peek at Chapter One...



Pointy beaks, mummified claws, and tiny, porous bones scattered over the gnarled wooden table, rattling against each other before settling into the pattern chosen by the gods.
The squat candles to Ingrid’s right shivered as a gust of mid-winter wind blew beneath the door, bringing with it two leaves and a long black raven’s feather. Rain pelted down on the turf roof, sounding as though Thor himself was paying the valley of Ravndal a visit.
A visit in the dead of the night—a visit during the month when the sun chose not to rise from its slumber on the horizon.
Everything and everyone had hunkered down, hibernated, and was waiting for spring to thaw the land and once again provide.
Except for Ingrid. She’d taken to the highest hill to seek providence.
She tugged her hood tighter, the rabbit fur velvety on her cheeks. Being here was dangerous. A girl of her position shouldn’t be consulting the seer of Ravndal. Her destiny was planned. There was no need to question it—or at least that was what the king, her father, would say.
Not that she was afraid the seer would spread ghostly whispers about her visit. Being hundreds of years old, blind, and dwelling somewhere between men and the gods—life and death—the seer had more pressing matters to attend to.
Which is why Ingrid was grateful for this precious moment—the moment where he looked into her destiny and saw the truth. For much as she loved her father, and trusted him, she knew it was truly the gods who determined everyone’s fate.
“Ah, how I suffer...” The seer grimaced and used his palms to tap and assess where the bones and beaks now lay. “To see such things.”
“What do you see?” She fought a rise of trepidation.
He was silent, his bottom lip trembling, as though murmurs of the future were hovering there but wouldn’t spill out.
Ingrid resisted the temptation to demand more information for she knew she must not. The seer wasn’t known for his patience, and she did not wish for him to tell the gods—whose ear he had—that she was an impertinent, ill-tempered princess.
“A bear wishes to marry the wolf, a wolf that is wild and free.” His voice was hoarse, as though his throat had worn out from centuries of casting prophecies.
Ingrid bit on her bottom lip. To her right a string holding bird bones separated by twigs and clutches of heather hung from the roof. She stared at it to again prevent herself from pushing the seer.
“No man or animal can tame a wolf unless the wolf wishes to be tamed.” His voice grew more strangled with each word.
Although his eyes were milky, with no center, the seer stared at Ingrid. “I see a bubbling, broiling ocean.” He held up his hands. “Aegir, the god of the ocean is unhappy. Aegir wishes to rise up, then swallow, sink back down, sink back down into the ocean... be warned.” He sucked in a scratching breath. “Be warned, little one.”
“Be warned of the bear or the ocean?”
“Both!” He slammed his hands onto the table; the beaks and bones jumped, and wax over-spilled and leaked from a candle, the ensuing drip running tear-like down its length. “I cannot do this.” He stood, unfolding a spine that seemed to be held together with dust. His long black robe dragged on the floor as he stepped to the right, using a tall wooden chair for support. “I cannot do this.” Breathy, agonized words.
“Please, I beg you.” Ingrid also stood.
“Why, why do you beg?” He paused and tilted his chin. “You are a princess and a shield maiden, are you not?”
“Ja, that is true, but...” She hesitated. “A privileged birth means my path is not an easy one.”
“Many would say the opposite.” He was hunching forward again, reducing in height and retreating into his hood and the folds of his cloak so she could barely see his face. The small white skull pendant—a mouse most likely—hanging from his neck swayed with the ticking of her heart. “Many would say you have everything a woman could desire. A father who loves you. Comforts and treasures many have not. The gods have blessed you.”
“And I am grateful, really I am.” Ingrid twisted her hands together. If Thor or Odin were listening, she needed them to believe her. Her heart was thankful for all that she had, truly it was.
The seer turned and dipped his hand into a wooden box.
A squall rattled the door, shaking the iron latch.
Ingrid ignored the wind as the seer withdrew something from the box. He held it in his fist and turned to her, gnarled fingers clenched.
“This,” he said, “will help you find your way, child.”
“What is it?”
He didn’t reply, instead he turned his palm over and revealed a small dark rune stone. Red flecks shone from its green surface and it was the shape of a plump berry.
“Bloodstone,” he said as she took it. “It will help a lost soul see change on the horizon.” “Change on my horizon? Am I the lost soul?”
“I give you this rune as a protective talisman. It will give you the strength and courage you need to brave the storm.”
Ingrid trapped it in her hand and glanced at the wooden door, which was still rattling as the wind beat it. Was this the storm the seer was talking about? The one that shook her village right now. Or were there more on her horizon?
“I am tired,” he said, staggering a little to the right before clutching a table littered with dried herbs. “You must see the change and summon courage. But beware the bear and the wolf.”
“But I thought I had to beware of the bear and the ocean.”
“All of them, the bear will drive the wolf to the ocean.” He slumped into a chair beside a waning fire. The skull hanging from his neck settled on his chest. “Now go, the gods have exhausted me with their instructions and delivering them to you has drained the energy from my bones, sinew, and tendons.” He held out his upturned hand.
Ingrid poked out her tongue and dragged it over the cool, dry flesh of his palm. She had so many more questions for the seer but it was clear her time with him was over. Now she had to get back to her home, to her father, for there was a royal banquet being held in honor of a faraway visitor. If she were late for that, there’d be displeasure in the king’s eyes, and since losing her beloved mother, she hated to give him further reason for pain.
She had one last glance around the seer’s abode then slipped the bloodstone into a pouch attached to her belt. Once it was safely nestled beside her strike-a-light, she slipped through the door.
Instantly the wind whipped around her and she battled to refit the iron latch; it seemed the angry air wanted to take the door from her and hurl it toward the gods. When she’d finally managed the task, she clasped her cloak beneath her chin and ran down the dark hillside, using her free hand to steady herself on passing tree trunks that were dotted with lichen. It was wet and slippery underfoot but Ingrid wore leather trousers beneath her cloak and her boots were new and made by the finest tanner in the village so she traveled with swift ease.
The rain pelted her face and stung her cheeks. Twice the wind gripped her hood and yanked it from her head, sending her dark hair flying out behind her. The winter seemed to penetrate her soul, invading her lungs with its rusty brew of storm rain, mud, and fungi. But soon she was back in Ravndal making her way past longhouses, stables, and pens of chickens and goats.
Peeking inside the great hall it was apparent the banquet was about to start. Two of her father’s servants were stoking a crackling fire, above which three vats of bubbling fowl stew were suspended. Another servant was setting out tankards of mead on long tables that were littered with apples and nuts. Three more fires in cast-iron bowls hung from the ceiling on chains and kept the night chill at bay.
Several villagers were already there, picking at a plate of smoked fish and talking loudly, clearly excited about the evening and merriment ahead.
Unseen, Ingrid rushed home, keen to remove any evidence of her trip up the muddy hillside to visit the seer.
Quickly slipping into her chamber area at the west of the longhouse, she dragged the weaved curtain across to afford some privacy. Then, using an old rag, she wiped the worst of the mud from her boots. She removed her cloak, hung it up to dry, and slipped from her trousers.
“Ingrid. There you are.”
She turned. Her handmaiden, Helga, stood there, face pale, long neck peeking from a woolen tunic.
“My dress.” Ingrid pointed.
Her father had asked that she wear a dress, plait her hair, and displayed her mother’s jewels. She’d barely given herself time to preen yet alone be presentable for a village feast hosting guests. One particular guest her father seemed unusually keen to impress. Ingrid had no idea why even though he’d talked of Bjorn Har many times over the last few days.
She pulled on a white under-top, then her maiden assisted her with a red yarn dress with golden embroidery running from her shoulders to her waist. The neckline was low, the pale skin of her slight cleavage visible.
“I will get the scent, Princess.”
“Ja.”
The handmaiden disappeared.
Pausing in her frantic movements, Ingrid slowly ran her fingertip over the soft orbs of her small breasts. She had yet to be with a man, but she’d seen and heard others in the village mating. Men planting their seed in the hope of sons. Privacy for intimate moments wasn’t something her people craved, especially when the mead was flowing and revelry was in full swing. She, however, wanted her first time with a man—her husband—to be special.
In fact her father had ordered that be the case.
What will it be like to be touched here... and down there?
Not for the first time her mind wandered into the future. She hoped her husband, her soulmate, her betrothed, would be handsome, and a fine warrior, a great provider, and brave and loyal. She’d yet to marry him, but already loved him. For she knew she’d only settle for a Viking of the highest quality, and she knew her father would only hand her over to such a person.
She sat and picked up a decorative comb made from an antler—a gift from one of the young men in the village, Raud Lothi—and set to her task of preparing for the feast again.
She smiled as she thought of Raud. He was one full moon older than her, and they’d grown up together, riding, hunting, chasing, and learning the ways of the forest and fjords. When Ingrid’s mother had passed with the fever four summers ago, Raud’s mother had comforted Ingrid, knowing when to speak, and when to stay silent as sorrow shrouded Ingrid’s life for the longest of winters. Raud had been the one to remind her how to smile. His playful nature, his quick genuine laughter, and his refusal to put her on a pedestal despite her father being king were a salve for her grief. She’d always be grateful to him for that.
Soon her hair was twisted into tight plaits and piled at her crown with several sprigs of dark rose heather sticking from it. She added dark brown streaks made from crushed walnuts and soot above and beneath her eyes, and dabbed dried berry paste onto her lips to give them a bruised shine.
“Ahh, there you are, daughter.”
“Father.” She turned, a smile forming on her face.
The king pushed the curtain aside and stepped into her space. He filled it with his wide shoulders adorned with a shimmering onyx wolf pelt. Two large iron buttons connected by a chain were pinned either side of his chest.
“Are you joining us?” he asked, ramming his hands onto his hips and his thickly coiled red beard shifting as he spoke.
“Of course.” She stood. “I just need to put on Mother’s amulet.”
“Here. Let me.” He reached onto the table and picked up the bronze chain; from it hung the runic compass symbol, vegvisir.
He held it up and looked between it and her. “This is a beautiful piece but nothing could ever outshine you, my dear daughter.”
“Thank you.” A little rush of heat bloomed on her cheeks. “Perhaps I don’t say it often enough, but I do love you.”
“As I love you.”
“And sometimes...” He paused. “I grieve for you.”
“But I am still here.” She was confused.
“Yes.” He sighed and stepped behind her, positioned the amulet at her throat. “But you are a grown woman now. I miss the little girl who used to sit on my lap listening to stories of the gods even when you could hardly keep your eyes open. I miss our trips to the forest, where every new thing put a shine of wonder in your eyes.”
“I still love to listen to your stories.” She rested her hand on his. “And perhaps when spring comes we could journey into the forest together again, on a hunting trip. It has been a long time since we did.”
He sighed and worked on the clasp of the necklace. “It is true what you say, you do have a journey ahead, my child, and there will be much change with it.”
‘Bloodstone. It will help a lost soul see change on the horizon.’
Ingrid said naught though her mind galloped as the seer’s words came back to her. Did her father know she’d visited the seer? Had the words of the gods traveled so quickly? Did he also know she had a bloodstone in her pouch?
“Now more than ever you need your mother with you,” he said, “to guide you into womanhood. She is not here, but this, her favorite piece is. I am glad you will be wearing it tonight.”
“Ja, Father.”
“It will not be easy but it will be for the best.” He paused. “It is time for you to put your family first.”
“Of course I will, Father.” She rested her hand on his. “You are my family. I will always put you first.”
“And I you, even if it doesn’t feel like it. Please remember that.”
“Of course.” She frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’re all I have and my most treasured possession,” he added.
With the clasp fastened, Ingrid turned. This type of sentiment from her father—the firm but fair, and also feared King Baardsen of Ravndal—was most unusual. “Is there a problem?” She waited, hoping he’d take her into his confidence.
“No.” He shook his head though there was sadness in his blue eyes. “This day was always going to come.”
Ingrid frowned. “I thought you’d be happy. You have a guest from faraway lands visiting. A guest you revere.”
“That makes me both sad and happy.”
She tipped her head. His riddles weren’t making sense. A spindle of unease weaved its way through her thoughts, tugging into a knot that tightened into a fist.
“Come.” He pressed his hand onto the small of her back. “Let’s not keep everyone waiting to see your astounding beauty.”


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Thursday, 21 March 2019

Get a #free copy of TAKE ME #vampire #shifter #paranormal #romance #amreading


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Wednesday, 20 March 2019

I Love Series #giveaway #romance #free #ebook #amreading


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Includes Book One of my CAUGHT ON CAMERA series.



Tuesday, 19 March 2019

"He's special, he just doesn't know it yet." HIS VAMPIRE HAREM only #99c #pnr #MM #romance #vampire #reverseharem


HIS VAMPIRE HAREM is only 99c/99p for a few days only. Also on Kindle Unlimited!





He's special. He just doesn't know it yet.

Darius Linnet has it all. He's a top male model, he's traveled the world, and everyone wants to either be him or be with him.

But would they really want to walk in his shoes? Because when emotions consume him, heated sparks fly. When he sleeps, his dreams take on an other-worldly twist. And his perfect body—sometimes it doesn't even feel like his own.

Until, that is, he meets a group of sexy, mysterious men who claim they've been searching for him for centuries. He's their savior, apparently, the key to their release from eternal damnation. They love him and they want to show him the pleasure he's been denying himself. There's only one problem: Darius's demon father has other ideas.



Monday, 18 March 2019

Cover Reveal DARK WARRIOR #MM #erotic #interracial #romance #KU


Soon to hit the shelves with a hot new cover, my super steamy MM novel DARK WARRIOR. Cover by STUDIOENP.

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Saturday, 16 March 2019

Love menage a trois? Don't miss this great #giveaway


Love menage a trois? You can download a bunch of free threesome ebooks in this awesome giveaway including my book TRAVELER (reverse harem)




Sneaky peek at hot new Viking Harem novel! #SaturdaySpankings #erotic #romance #ebook #KU


Hello you lovely Saturday Spanking hoppers, welcome to my blog. This week something a bit special, a sneak preview from my soon to be released Viking reverse harem story - working title The Princess and her Viking Harem but I'm pretty sure the publisher will change it.



She was aware of the heat of the flames licking over her skin, and also the heat of Erik’s legs as her knees knocked against his thigh.
“Over you go, woman,” he said.
“What? No!”
“You deserve a sound spanking, and well you know it.”
“Not from you.”
“Ja, from me.” He pulled her again, forcing her to stoop.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“Ingrid Baardsen. A woman who has brought us the most inconvenient bad fortune of being stranded without a longboat and several good warriors down.”
“I am the daughter of King Baardsen of Ravndal, have you not heard of him?”
“No.” Erik paused and narrowed his eyes. “Gunnvar, Tali, what do you say?”
“Never heard of him,” Gunnvar said gruffly.
“No, not me,” Tali added.
“And I’d say a good red ass might remind this new woman of ours not to lie again.” Gunnvar’s voice was every bit as low and rough as Erik’s had been.
She glanced at him. His eyes reflected the flames and he sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands dangling between them as if eager for the show to start.
The show of her having her bottom reddened.
“You can’t do this to me. My father will have your entrails. Leave me be.”
“King Baardsen isn’t here.” Quick as a flash Erik whipped out his arm, encircled her waist and dragged her over his knee.
Suddenly Ingrid’s world turned upside down. She flailed for purchase, managing to grab his leg with one hand and bury her fingers in the sand with the other.
His thick pants were coarse on her naked flesh, scratching over her stomach. “Get off me!”
“Keep still woman, you’ll only make this harder on yourself.” He clamped one hand over her back, while trapping her legs with the other. Ensnaring her to him with all the strength of a wolf’s jaw.
He shifted his knees and she dipped further forward, letting out a gasp as she realized her rump was now the highest part of her body and was offered up and vulnerable. “Erik! I swear I will have you—”
“What? You’ll have me what.” He dragged her closer, so the side of her body molded up against his belly.
“I’ll have you…I’ll have you.” The blood had rushed to her head. Her scalp wound throbbed. She writhed and bucked.
“I mean it. Be still or I’ll have you spanked every day we are here. And Tali and Gunnvar can each have a go at this pale ass. Let’s see how you like it then, three of us reddening your rump.”
“You wouldn’t dare…” She twisted and out of the corner of her eye she spotted Tali. Like Gunnvar he was leaning forward, anticipation etched on his face, his lips slightly parted.
They’d both spank me…happily. Tali and Gunnvar.
“You, I…!” She kicked up her heels, sending a spray of sand up to her ass.
“Stop it.”
Whack!
A resounding slap landed across both her buttocks.
She yelped and jerked trying to get away from the pain searing over her skin. But she could go nowhere. Erik had her trapped against him.
“Sweet little ass,” Gunnvar said then chuckled. “Cute when it wobbles.”
Humiliation swarmed over her. She knew what she’d done was wrong, disgraceful even but this…to be spanked over the knee of Jarl Erik with two of the crew watching on…watching on and enjoying her disgrace.
Another biting spank landed on her ass. Again she jolted forward, her body seeming of its own volition trying to escape the punishment.
Her ass was heating, reddening, but so was her face. Warmth bloomed there as she imagined what she looked like to the other two Vikings. Placed over Erik’s lap, like a naughty child, and his hand coming down on her. She didn’t know what was worse, to be slapped or to be watched.


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Friday, 15 March 2019

Castaways is on Audible #reverseharem #romance #audiobook #audible #hot #romance


That's right, CASTAWAYS, book #1 in my popular reverse harem series THE CHALLENGE is available on Audible and iTunes. You can listen to it for FREE if you subscribe to a FREE 30 day trial.



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Tuesday, 12 March 2019

Grab the entire HOT ICE boxed set for just 99c! #hot #sporting #romance #KindleUnlimited #KU


For a few days only you can grab the entire HOT ICE series for just 99c/99p. What are you waiting for? That's one heck of a bargain! Also available to read on Kindle Unlimited.



Saturday, 9 March 2019

Being filmed turned out to be fun! #SatSpanks - CAUGHT ON CAMERA #free #MM #ebook


Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a FREE first in series for you. It's M/M, it's hot, it's a serial...there's more...it's ALL on Kindle Unlimited, AND the entire boxed set is only 99c/99p




SNIPPET

“So,” Cade said, walking to the middle of the room and locking his hands behind his back. He looked down at his feet. “Where did you say you wanted me, Sir?” 
Oh fuck. Hearing Cade call him Sir nearly had Reece rushing up to him and fucking him right there and then. But he didn’t. Instead, he tilted his chin and began to undo his shirt, trying to be the epitome of cool. 
“I want you to go to the bag, get the flogger and put it on the bed. I then want you to place lube next to it.” 
“Yes, Sir.” Cade moved to do as Reece had asked. 
Reece continued to undress but he didn’t take his eyes from Cade. He was fascinated. Cade’s whole demeanor had changed. He was a big bloke but he looked smaller with his head lowered and his movements hurried and eager to please. 
Reece kicked off his jeans and shoes and placed them on the floor by his shirt. But he didn’t remove his boxers. He left them on, with his cock straining against the material. 
Fuck, it was nice watching Cade spread the flogger on the bed, carefully making sure the strands were flat and neat. Reece couldn’t wait to play with it and see if Cade really did enjoy it as much as he professed to. 
“And lube,” Reece reminded him.
“Yes, Sir.” Cade added a tube of lube to the bed, next to the flogger.
“Now it’s time for you to strip,” Reece said. “Everything off.”
“Yes, Sir.” Cade peeled off his shirt then popped the buttons on his jeans.
Reece walked to the desk and opened the drawer. In it, he knew Cade had stashed the complimentary bag from the airplane. He pulled out the eye mask that blocked light.
When he turned, Cade was standing by the end of the bed, naked.
Reece’s cock surged again. Fuck, the bloke was so damn hot—all brawn and chiseled muscles and with a perfect coating of body hair. He was so fucking male he deserved to be worshiped all day, every day. 





Friday, 8 March 2019

This heart was made to love you! Read BREATHE YOU IN, a 5* #emotional #erotic #romance on #kindleunlimited for a Limited Time!


BREATHE YOU IN, a USA TODAY REVIEWER'S RECOMMENDED READ OF 2013, is available to read on Kindle Unlimited for a limited time only - until 27th March. Don't miss out on this 5* read if you're a subscriber.






Sunday, 3 March 2019

Saturday, 2 March 2019

Caught on Camera Boxed Set #99c #m/m #GBLT #erotic #romance #KU


Out now, on Kindle Unlimited for the first time, the complete CAUGHT ON CAMERA series. 

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Lights. Camera. Action. The life of an international porn star might be glamorous, satisfying and well paid but it’s also hard work—very hard—in every sense of the word!

So it’s just as well Reece Carter is up for the job and has the sexiest co-star imaginable, Cade Davenport. They’re the hot new stars of GP Productions latest blockbuster, Slippery Slots, set in Las Vegas, and they can’t wait to get naked and get started.

With scripts to learn, wardrobe to contend with and a whole host of new experiences to look forward to, Reece takes the bull by the horns and jumps on for the ride. What he doesn’t bargain on, though, is finding love alongside his fat pay cheque.

But is the feeling mutual? And what happens when a cowboy, a box of intriguing props and a trip to a BDSM dungeon gets thrown into the scene?

Can Reece handle the heat? Is he really capable of performing before an audience? And will Cade be there when he needs him most?

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Tuesday, 26 February 2019

Don't miss your #free preview of TRAVELER #hotaliens #eroticromance #reverseharem #scifi

Get your FREE preview of TRAVELER here and fall in love and lust with dashing intergalactic pilots and super sexy aliens who have some interesting anatomy!





Saturday, 23 February 2019

Saturday Spankings #free #BDSM #shortstory


Welcome to Saturday Spankings, today I have a free ebook for all of you pain and pleasure lovers. It's titled CONFETTI AND COLLARS and is a co-author by myself and Natalie Dae.



Here's a snippet...

He takes a couple of steps towards you, his thickened presence tells you that, and the wooden boards creak. The sound splinters your nerve endings, sending spikes of electricity careening through your body. You shiver, let the sensations spread and dance. Hold your breath until your head spins. He presses a hand to your arse cheek, and you jump, remember to breathe. With circular movements, he warms your skin. You rock slightly from the attention, tiny shards of pain pinging from your knees and up your thighs. Delicious, that’s what this is, the preparation before the finale, the practice before the real deal.
“Your arse is hot, pet. So very hot. Almost ready to take the gift I have for it.”
Gift. He always calls it that, and he’s right. What he gives you is a present, one that is unwrapped slowly, the paper ripped in increments, never wrenched off in one rushing pull. You have to wait to see what the removal of the paper reveals, getting glimpses of what’s on offer but never the full picture until the last piece of wrap has fallen away.
Christmas. Every day with him is like Christmas.
He taps your arse, gently at first, a soft set of beats that become harder and faster. Your skin tingles, and not just where he’s striking, ensuring you close your eyes in order to get where you need to be. You’re standing at the arrivals gate, about to check in. Once you hand your ticket over, you’re free to fly.
Heat spreads from the abused area, the edges of that heat prickly as it meets with cooler skin. With each slap his fingertips get closer to your cunt lips, setting off a vibration that threatens to send you over the edge too soon. You hold your breath again, willing yourself not to allow the tendrils of pleasure to change into something much stronger. No, now isn’t the time to indulge, to come. You’re only allowed to do that when he tells you so.
His strikes are harder now, a couple of seconds between each one as he undoubtedly lifts his hand farther away in order to give you a good whack. And they’re good, so bloody good—the best.
“Nearly there, pet,” he says, smacking, smacking, smacking.