Thursday, 29 March 2012


If you like a few toys to play with in the bedroom, then head over to LoveHoney and check out their huge selection. Plus I'm a guest today chatting about hottest sex scenes!

Lily x

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Giveaway at When One Is Not Enough!

It is my day to chatter at my favourite menage blog and what's more I am giving away the first three books in my HOT ICE series...see you there!!

Lily x

Monday, 26 March 2012

Kool Queer Lit

I am thrilled to be chatting about Menage and Me at Kool Queer Lit today.

Lily x

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Blisse Kiss with Heart - The Actress

A huge welcome to this very special Blisse Kiss with Heart event. 

We are celebrating stories that donate proceeds to charity this week, and that means you get a smoochy excerpt from my short story The Actress.

This was written for Alesia Brio's Coming Together; as One which is an anthology featuring exclusively menage stories. All proceeds go to the charity ONE which aims to end global poverty.


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.


Lee swept his eyes over my petite frame, and despite my painfully frozen thoughts, I noticed he lingered on the swell of my breasts. 
"Well, I s—s—stopped feeling so cold whilst you were doing the... the tent."
"Shit, Sapphire, one of the symptoms of hypothermia is to stop feeling cold." He reached out and popped open my waterproof trousers. "There's only one thing for it. Get these off, now."
"Why?" I said with a weak attempt at being indignant.
"Because, if we don't get your core temperature up a few degrees, the only role you'll be good for when you get back to Hollywood is playing a bloody corpse."
Lee worked on my boots, freed my feet, then grabbed the hem of my trousers and literally tipped me out of them.
Andy fiddled noisily with the zips on the sleeping bags. "In," he instructed holding up the opening of the now one big sleeping bag. "Quick, before your hypothermia becomes irreversible."
I did as I was told and shoved my frozen legs into the silky insides of the bag. It felt smooth and soft against my thermal trousers, and I could hear the swish of the synthetic material as I moved, but it was still cold, my feet were still numb. I didn't have enough heat in my body to warm the space. Next thing I knew, Lee was rooting in beside me in just his thermals, his big body hulking all the way down the sleeping bag and touching the entire length of mine. "What are you doing?" I asked on a shiver, unable to curl into a foetal position because of the way he was dominating the bag.
"Saving your life," he said. "Again." He turned on his right side and in a scooping movement pulled me tight against his broad chest.
My breasts mashed against his pecs, and I bent my arms up into the cradle he created for me. His legs entwined with mine to create maximum surface area connection. The heat pouring from his body was intoxicating; like a glass of water to someone dying of thirst or a cylinder of oxygen to a suffocating man. I whimpered pathetically and snuggled deeper into him. I closed my eyes and got a dose of his raw, male pheromones seeping though his thermal top. It didn't smell like Dean's sharp, citrus cologne. It was musky and natural, unfamiliar but delicious. It did strange things to my erratically circulating blood which began to pool pleasurably in my belly, creating a new type of heat that was inappropriate for the seriousness of the situation.
"Budge over a bit," Andy husked from behind my shoulder.
Lee shuffled me even closer, and I felt the long hard length of his penis pressing into my thigh. Before I had time to react to this observation, Andy was sliding in behind me. His chest wedged firmly against my back and his thermal trousered legs tangled with mine and Lee's.
Lee moved his hand down to the juncture between my groin and hip to allow his brother's body to connect uninterrupted with mine. I didn't move his hand. I should have, but I didn't. I liked it there. Sandwiched between two chunks of raw maleness made me feel tiny and feminine, looked after and cherished. Surrounded by high energy testosterone and granite muscle gave me a much needed sense of safety and contentment when death was knocking at my door. I fluttered my eyes closed and gratefully felt my extremities tingle back to life. Andy adjusted his position and squeezed in even closer behind me, spooning his hips around my buttocks. Judging by the rapid hardening of his dick as it settled in the crack of my butt, I guessed I wasn't the only one enjoying my treatment for hypothermia.
"Sorry," he whispered into my ear, his warm breath tickling over my one scrap of exposed flesh.
"For what?" I murmured into Lee's chest, not moving my head from the pocket of precious warmth I'd created around my face.
"For... you know..." I heard him swallow tightly. "I guess it's not every day mere mortals like us get to snuggle up to one of the world's most beautiful women. Some kind of reaction has to be expected."
"I don't understand." I mumbled, though I did understand. Totally. However, I wouldn't describe Andy or Lee as mere mortals. Some of the feats I'd heard those two had accomplished topped every Hollywood stunt.
"I think you do." He tipped his pelvis harder into my butt, and I could tell he was fully erect now.
"Oh," I said, a bubble of excitement popping in my chest.
"Yeah, but don't be alarmed, sexual arousal is scientifically proven to help with the re-warming process." His voice was a low rumble and vibrated from his hot chest onto my back. "It's in all the survival guide books." Lee laughed out loud at his brother's words as the wind shook the tent with a new found strength. Flicking and flacking over our heads like an enraged demon, it wouldn't let us forget it was there, waiting for us.
I looked up, into Lee's face, wondering how he could laugh at a time like this; how they could carry on their incessant banter. "Do you think we'll get off this mountain alive?" I asked.
"Sure hope so, babe," he said, his smile dropping at my anxious tone. "But I've never had a storm come in that fast before on the North Ridge."
"Oh." I snuggled my face back into his chest not feeling reassured in the slightest. He could have jollied me along a little. After all, I was the novice here.
"We'll just have to stick it out until it passes." He tipped my chin with the crook of his index finger so he could see my eyes again. "Don't worry. They always pass... eventually."
"Yeah, it's just whether or not we've got enough food to survive," Andy said, his hand rubbing up and down my outer thigh with a firm steady pressure. "You're burning triple calories up here with the altitude and the cold."
"Have we got much food left?" An uncontrollable shiver caught me and wound its way from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. "You know, to keep us alive until it passes?"
"Depends how long 'til it dies out," Lee said. "They can last for weeks."
Terror uncoiled within me, I looked past Lee's face at the billowing fabric of the tent only a foot from my face, 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," said Lee. "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 probed past my teeth and swept around the inside of my mouth.
I squeaked and pushed at his chest. "What are you doing?" I said into his mouth. "Lee..."
"Taking your mind of it." His tongue swept across 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."

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Oh dear, what a dilemma for Sapphire!!

You can buy The Actress here for $0.99 or the whole anthology Coming Together; as One here. Remember all proceeds go to charity.

And to get everyone in the mood for menage I am giving away a copy of ORCHESTRATING MANOEUVRES my steamy story about another starlet, supermodel Tiffany O'dell and two very gorgeous Italian pianists. Just leave me a comment below telling me which two guys or gals you'd most like to hook up with in a fantasy menage - don't forget to leave your email address - and then on the 31st of March I will pick a winner at random to win a pdf copy of this e-novella.

Blurb for Orchestrating Manoeuvres

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.

Reader Advisory: This book contains ménage, M/M and a toy of the vibrating variety!

Good luck and thanks for stopping by.

Lily x

Thursday, 22 March 2012


If you read HIRED and enjoyed it then feel free to vote. The first in my HOT ICE series has been nominated for Best Contemporary Erotic Romance of 2011 at The Romance Reviews.

Lily x

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Sunday Snog

This week we are having a puckering up treat from my raunchy novella Escape to the Country. One of my favourite reviews ever was for this book. Miz Love Loves Books said...

"My experience with this book may not mirror yours, but one thing’s for sure, I was gripped by my lapels and dragged along for the ride—or rides. I can honestly say I will never, ever forget this book. Never. Do I recommend it? Good Lord, yes. Yes, yes, yes!"


London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.

So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.

As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.

Who would have thought he’d be into that? Who would have thought ‘that’ would have her buzzing from head to toe?

Reader Advisory: This book contains Ménage scenes and both M/M and F/F intimacy.


Two hours later, at the end of a pot-holed lane, we found ‘Buttercup Cottage’ buried beside a small copse.
It had a dense, dusty thatch which lifted like drooping eyebrows over four open upstairs windows and a matching thatched porch which sheltered a red stable door. Bay windows on either side showcased enormous bunches of wild flowers on the inside and, on the outside, held wonky window boxes which tickled the ground with ivy and hit halfway up the panes with overgrown geraniums.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, instantly captured in a bubble of excitement. “It’s like something from a movie set, or a postcard, or...or a dream.”
Tim shoved at the rickety wooden gate and I rolled my cerise suitcase onto the cobbled pathway. “Yeah, Matt fell right on his feet with this place when property prices slumped a few years ago.”
I murmured an agreement and pulled in a deep breath; it was like being at a Harrods perfume counter, only so much better. The heat from the midday sun had warmed all the floral scents and they slipped up my nose and over my tongue like syrup. Jasmine, lavender, rosehip, lilac—it was a cacophony of delight for my smog-ridden senses.
I was just about to comment on this delight when the front door burst in on itself. Out of the shadows stepped a tall, tanned guy, early thirties, dressed in a pair of aquamarine swim shorts and leather flip flops. He had wide, defined shoulders, a mop of dark blond hair, which looked damp, and the smoothest, broadest chest I’d ever seen, so perfectly silky it must have been freshly shaved and expensively moisturised.
“Matt,” Tim called as he dodged round me.
Matt’s face crinkled into a grin. He took two ground-eating paces up the path, flung his arms around Tim’s shoulders and slapped him heartily on the back. “How you doing, old mate?”
“Great to see you,” Tim said, giving his friend an equally forceful slap. “Thanks so much for inviting us.”
“No, no, thank you for coming. We get so bored here on our own weekend after weekend. It’ll be great to have some new blood in the place.” Matt snapped back from Tim and turned his attention to me. “And this must be the delectable Annie.” He stepped up and cupped my face in his big hands, his voice dropped low. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Hi,” I said, looking into eyes so blue they could have been chipped from an ancient glacier. “Nice to meet you, Matt.” I swallowed.
“The pleasure is all mine.” He bent his head and kissed me full on the mouth. Not a quick peck and not a deep, tongued affair. But a heavy, passion-infused kiss that covered my lips and continued for several long seconds.
I stood there dumb, in shock, arms hanging at my sides. Matt had so over stepped the mark of a polite greeting. Was I complaining? Hell no, the guy was cute, and like his garden, he smelt divine, sun cream mixed with a tangy fresh male scent. But as he pulled away, it flashed through my mind that my longed-for weekend away could have already finished. If Tim took offence to Matt’s overfriendly greeting, I would be scrambled back into the car and sped up the motorway before I’d seen a single buttercup.
I glanced nervously at Tim. But he just grinned and pushed a hand through his dark curls. He could occasionally get jealous. In the year we’d been together, there’d been several instances when other men had chatted to me in bars and clubs and he’d warned them off with threats of violence, so this reaction knocked me off kilter. He seemed to almost approve of his old friend cradling my head in his hands, kissing me and gazing into my eyes.
I looked back up at Matt’s handsome face. He licked his lips, seemingly savouring the fruity flavour of my lip gloss. “Mmm,” he said. “Delicious, Jane is going to love you.” 

Have a wonderful Sunday.

Lily x

Saturday, 17 March 2012


Today I am showing off my fantastic new cover for the fourth novel in my Hot Ice series. Its called TEAMWORK and you guessed it, its a menage a trios.

How lucky is Fiona to have both Todd Carty and Raven Starr lusting after her? Oh, to swap places for a day...

Lily x

Thursday, 15 March 2012

The Romance Reviews

The Romance Reviews is celebrating its 1st anniversary this month and a huge party is planned. Join in today and you could win a copy of Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, plus loads more e-books and goodies from hundreds of other authors.

Click on the banner below to head over to the party, but don't forget you have to log in to play - its free and easy.

Good luck.

Lily x

Wednesday, 14 March 2012


Of course it is, awesome author of super steamy romance Juniper Bell is my guest today. OMG! I am over excited, and no wonder. I have just read Go Deep and all I can say is pass me a glass of iced water! :-)


Beth is the shy, dreamy type. No one guesses at the wild sexual thoughts she hides behind that quiet façade. She doesn’t even share her secret longings with her husband.

Gavin loves his wife, but he’s tired of living in a marriage in which neither he nor Beth reveal their true desires. When Gavin sees Beth’s response to an erotic bondage photo in her framing shop, he jumps at the opportunity to break through her barriers.

He accepts an invitation to a showcase match for the amateur hockey team he coaches during Wild Nights, an infamous winter festival during which “anything goes, nothing counts”. But he’s opened a sensual Pandora’s box—Beth has some surprises of her own. When she meets Eagle, a free-spirited Wild resident, she knows he’s the perfect man to help enact her erotic fantasies. And once they go deep, there’s no going back.

Reader Advisory: Making all of Beth’s dreams come true involves three-way sex, and some outrageously provocative outfits.


When Beth surfaced from her drugged slumber, it took her a moment to remember where she was. Her body felt different. Lazy and sensual, a few twinges here and there. And then it all came rushing back. The costumes. Gavin. The deep, wrenching orgasm that had just turned her life inside out.

She should run. Now. While she had a chance. Before Gavin knew she was awake. He wouldn’t chase her, she knew. If she wanted to leave, she could.

Which was why she couldn’t possibly run.

She lifted her head and looked around for Gavin. He sat in the armchair next to the woodstove, still in black, still masked. His head lolled back against the wall, his legs spread, pants refastened, his hands resting on his strong thighs. A deep flush swept across her body as she remembered what those magic hands had done to her. Gavin had made her feel things she hadn’t known were possible. Or maybe she’d suspected. The image of the bound woman in the photo came into her mind, along with the restless, excited feeling it had inspired in her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

So he wasn’t asleep. “No. Surprised me.”

For a moment he stayed quiet. “I don’t ever want to hurt anyone. I could, easily. I’m too strong.”

“But you wouldn’t.” She knew it in her bones.

He shook his head, a worried frown pulling his black eyebrows together. “A girl I dated in college liked it rough. She showed me what she wanted, made me rip her clothes off, pin her hands over her head, fuck her hard as I could. I hated myself for liking it. She wanted me to hurt her but I wouldn’t. I freaked out and broke up with her.”

Beth propped her head on her elbow to listen. They’d never talked about their sexual pasts. Part of her didn’t want to hear about him with other women. But most of her was fascinated. “Then what happened?”

“Her friends started calling me. I went out with one and she told me she had handcuffs in her purse. Wanted me to cuff her to the steering wheel. Told me she’d heard what a great fuck I was. I hated that, hated thinking of them talking about me like that.”

Beth felt heat come and go in her face. She’d never heard that talk. Then again, they’d gone to different colleges. And she wasn’t used to talking about such things.

“I swore off kinky sex and focused on rescuing Thomason Heating from the bank. And then you came back to North Pole.”


“When you smiled at me at that gas station—remember?—I wanted you so hard I could barely stand. A thousand times more than I ever wanted those girls in college. But I wanted it dirty, and you were so innocent. By some superhuman willpower, I held myself back. I loved you too much, I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Her heart went out to him, this powerful man whose muscle power was dwarfed by his kindness. Gavin deserved something. Something special. Some kind of glorious thank you. She eased off the bed.

He was only a few steps away, too close to bother getting to her feet. Instead, she crawled across the floor to him. He watched her through slitted, intense black eyes. Their heat made her shiver. She felt her hips sway from one side to the other as she made her way across the rug. His gaze fastened on her breasts, which bounced with each move she made. Oh God, the way he’d teased them with his thumbs…

Another shiver.

She crawled between his long legs. The thought of what lurked behind that zipper made her dizzy. She knew his penis and yet she didn’t, not anymore. Not the fierce way it had claimed her. Her mouth watered.

She lifted her face between his thighs and, with her mouth, undid the snap at his waistband. Then she took his zipper pull between her teeth. She risked a glance up at him and caught his black gaze burning into her. Another wave of dizziness struck. Slowly, she pulled at the zipper, inch by inch. As his trousers parted, a massively aroused, fire-breathing dragon of an erection sprang from its cave. It reared up into the open air, demanding and ferocious. She’d always avoided this part of making love, and Gavin had never pressed her.

But now she wasn’t afraid. Not dressed like this. Not tonight. Tenderly she touched its base with her tongue.

Gavin groaned, a rough, helpless sound that told her just how much she turned him on.

“No holding back,” she whispered, her lips moving against the satin skin of his cock.
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Miz Love Loves Books review for Go Deep

Go Deep is a steaming hot novel. In fact, something this hot could only come from somewhere so cold! I’m talking about the location, Alaska. Or to be more precise, Wild, a place where ‘anything goes, nothing counts’. In other words, you can set your fantasies, your desires, your darkest dreams free and no one will judge you or breathe a word of it to anyone, ever.

Where do I get my ticket??

Beth is a shy, insular character, mousey and day-dreamy, and she is married to a big, ex-hockey-playing hunk of gorgeousness called Gavin. (Yes, I’m swooning as I think of him). But Beth spends a lot of time in her head, torn between the strict upbringing her mother subjected her to and deliciously dark thoughts of submission and allowing her sexual side to be set free.

So it is no wonder Gavin is at the end of his tether. He loves his wife with all of his heart, and it was her demure character that attracted him to her in the first place. But enough is enough, he can’t go on not feeling like he really possesses her and trying to hold back the carnal cravings he keeps locked inside. He needs to see into her soul, really connect with her on every level. Be together in every sense of the word.

It is a combination of things that spurs both characters into action and I adored the way Ms Bell used the erotic photograph as a catalyst to spark the story. It stayed a central part of the plot and I have to say I can visualise it in my head very clearly.

The way in which Beth and Gavin reached out to one another tugged my heart strings. At times they were tentative and shy, even though married, at other times, daring, and laying their hearts on the line for one another. I liked that they did that, because as a reader I got to see them stepping out of their comfort zones and the effect it had on them. Sometimes it surpassed their expectations, other times there had to be a ‘hang on a minute’ moment. It was all so real, so erotic and ultimately so wonderfully entertaining.

The secondary characters were just delicious. Shall I say that again? Delicious with a capital D. I am talking about more hockey hunks, naked, aroused, salivating. And of course, then there is Eagle, a mysterious skater who, by the way, I would happily be his ‘cabin slave girl’ for a long weekend – oh yummy times would be had!

Best Bits:

With her, he was always meticulously restrained, although sometimes she caught a flash in his dark eyes or a ruthless curve of his mouth that reminded her what a physical creature lurked inside. Not like her. She was locked away in her own head. At some point she’d thrown away the key.
“I’m a man. I’m always in the mood for meat.”
“So are you going to play the Nasties?”
A wild urge to do something—submit, surrender, splay herself open, turn herself inside out.
“Don’t know why, but everyone always wants to be on top.”
Everyone looked up and froze. One of the Renegades players dropped his hand of cards. The piano went silent. The room went electrically still.
She couldn’t be scared of pink fur, could she?
Every player in the locker room gaped at her. He was surprised drool wasn’t puddling on the floor.
His eyes met Gavin’s. He’s a wild thing, thought Gavin. Free. A creature of the wilderness.


I love this author’s voice and I can’t think of a better setting for steaming up the windows and stripping naked in front of a roaring log fire. If strong central characters, a unique plot and burn-your-fingertips-on-your-E-reader sex scenes are your thing then Go Grab a copy of Go Deep today and enjoy!!

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And if Go Deep tickles your fancy don't miss Juniper's other great Alaskan read Go Wild. It's every bit as hot and I can guarantee it will sizzle from the pages of your e-reader!

You can find out more about lovely Juniper and her fabulous books at her website and more fun stuff at her blog - where I am hanging out today having a cup of tea and a natter so come and join the fun!

Oh, and then if you want to sample a FREE story written by Juniper, visit my Free Read page and get yourself a copy of Thanking the Receptionist you'll be glad you did!

Have a wonderful day and happy reading, Lily x

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Kay Jaybee

Do join me over at fellow UK author Kay Jaybee's today where she has interviewed me about my journey into writing erotic romance.

Kay Jaybee
                               Photograph by David Woolfall

Facing The Truth by S Dora

Check out fellow Total-E-Bound author, S Dora's, great new series, Calling The Shots. Here is the scoop on the first ultra sexy M/M

Book one in the Calling the Shots Series

Sometimes the question being asked, might not be the one that actually needs to be answered.

When twenty-two year old Tom asks his older, conservative lover Isaac for an afternoon of kinky sex, that experience turns out to include much more than bondage, adult toys and spanking. Both are surprised to discover Isaac’s need to dominate his lover as much as his lover needs to be dominated by him.

Reader Advisory: This story contains a loving, committed relationship between two men with a considerable age difference; some gentle BDSM sex.



Isaac Newhouse knew that voice like he knew his own thoughts. "Yes, Tom?"

"I was thinking... You’re not going to get angry at me? Or think I’m weird?" The twenty-two-year-old looked genuinely shy, and Isaac wondered if it was about something other than sex. Because after the vibrator, the blindfold and the handcuffs, what could possibly make Tom worried that his lover would frown in disapproval?

"Why don’t you tell me? Probably the worst you’ll hear from me is ‘sorry, this time it’s no’. And you know very well there isn’t much of a chance of that. I admit I lack somewhat in the fantasy and imagination department, but luckily I have you for that." Isaac smiled reassuringly. "Unless you’re asking me to go to a bar, pick up a stranger and have sex with him while you’re watching us, because that is one of the very few things I’m unable to give to you."

"What...? You think I’m some kind of pervert?" Tom huffed. "It’s nothing like that at all. I want you to tell me what to do. That’s all. As long as it has something to do with sex, of course, in case you’re thinking about the kitchen floor needing a good scrub."

Isaac scratched his head. He loved Tom with all his heart, mind and body, but during moments like this he couldn’t help but wonder if they even lived on the same planet. "Tell you what to do? Why? When I’m in the mood, you’re always more than willing to have sex. What more could I possibly ask of you?"

"This was a stupid idea."

"Not stupid." Isaac touched his lover’s shoulder. "Please don’t say that. But do I understand correctly? You want me to ask you to perform a number of sexual acts over the day and you promise to do them?"

"Sort of." Tom shrugged. "It’s the weekend, we have two days to ourselves and I’ve been having fantasies about being dominated by my strong older man."

"Oh." Isaac fell quiet.

"Please don’t think what I think you’re thinking. I don’t want you to be a domineering brute who couldn’t care less about me. I love you for being sweet, patient, introverted, old-fashioned you. Knowing you, you’re going to order me to do things I love anyway." Tom gave Isaac a quick kiss. "Just pretend you’re a bit more dominant than we both know you are, please?"

Isaac kissed him back. "Promise you won’t be disappointed?"

"That would be a first. Perhaps you don’t have a natural talent for kinky stuff, but you’re willing to give almost anything a try because of me. And oh, man, that is really something." Tom now stood even closer to Isaac.

Very, very close.

"Getting excited about what I might ask of you? Wondering if it’s something we’d usually do anyway? Perhaps I’m going to order you to go to the drawer where you keep all the sex toys and lube. Or perhaps..." Isaac teased his lover.

Tom ghosted his lips against Isaac’s ear. "You think this might be the perfect moment to confess I bought some new stuff online?"

"You did, eh? Then I have to personally inspect the sex toys drawer to see if I actually approve of what you’ve bought. Now, you be a good bloke and make us a cup of tea while I take a look at what you ordered at the web-store for grown-ups." Isaac patted Tom’s behind and walked straight to their bedroom, knowing when he got back there would be two mugs of hot tea on the table and one extremely eager Tom waiting for him on the couch.

He recognised most of the objects—the half-dozen different brands of lube, the handcuffs and the blindfold, the vibrating, bright red dildo and... Oh...

Tentatively, he took the larger-than-average butt plug in his hand. The solid weight of smooth black silicone was something he both could and couldn’t imagine pushing inside his lover’s arse, keeping him stretched and ready for almost immediate use. Once the plug was fully inserted, the flat round disk would be the only reminder of what was hidden inside. Isaac realised Tom could wear the plug while fully dressed.

He didn’t even look at the other recent purchases. This was more than enough for now. He placed the plug on the bed, together with a full bottle of lube. After getting a towel from the cupboard, he looked one more time in the toy drawer and hesitated at the sight of the leather cock ring, remembering the last time Tom had used it. He tried to ignore the erection pushing against the fabric of his cotton boxer shorts.

Although, why should he?

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Sunday, 11 March 2012

Sunday Snog. Cold Nights, Hot Bodies - win a copy!

Welcome to Sunday Snog and once again a massive thank you to Victoria Blisse for organising this weekly smooching session. 

Today I have a steamy role-play scene from my latest release at Ellora's Cave, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. I hope you enjoy reading it, I certainly enjoyed writing it, and as a way of saying thank you for stopping by my site today I am going to give away a copy of this novel (pdf) to one visitor who leaves a comment telling me where they like to be kissed (location or physically, either is good). Just remember to leave you email address in the body of the comment.


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.

Excerpt - taken from midway in the book. Ashley and Shane are snowed in at their Cotswold hotel and have time to kill. Because Shane read one of Ashley's erotic romances (Stolen and Seduced) the night before she comes up with an idea to re-enact the kidnap scene between Hest and Eliza.

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As soon as the large brass doors of the elevator slid shut, Shane dragged me up against his body. “I got harder with every step we took on the way back,” he whispered onto my lips. “The thought of another night with you is driving me insane. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him closer. He was right, he was hard. Very hard.
“You want to play a game?” I asked. All the way back a thought had been nagging away at me. Shane’s enjoyment of Stolen and Seduced had my mind racing with possibilities. There was something I needed to ask him while I had the courage of wine and felt so sublimely close to him.
“Only if it involves playing with you,” he said, grinning.
“It does.”
He cocked his head. “Go on.”
I glanced at the lift numbers and the small upward arrow flashing. Could I really suggest it?
“Honey, tell me.”
I swallowed and looked up into his face.
“You’ve got me curious,” he said.
I dragged in a deep breath. I wasn’t sure how he would take my suggestion but I hoped with all my heart it would appeal to him. “You know that book you read last night on my laptop?”
“Well, it’s one of my favorites and I wondered...” I paused. Would he think I was weirdly kinky or worse, completely freaky?
His voice lowered and his eyelids dropped slightly. “And you wondered if I fancied a little role-play?” His tone held a note of disbelief but also interest, and he’d certainly hit the nail on the head as to what I was suggesting.
My gaze snapped to his. “Yes.”
“Oh, Ashley, I don’t know if I’m ever going to be the same again after meeting you.” He pulled me a little tighter. “You’re a dream come true.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Hell, yeah, the thought of you tied up like Eliza and your pleasure completely under my control is a massive turn-on. But are you sure? You only lost your virginity last night. I’d hate to scare you or do something you weren’t comfortable with.”
“Of course I’m sure or I wouldn’t have suggested it. And as for having just lost my virginity, hell, I’m twenty-three, I figure I have a few years of sex to make up for.”
The doors slid open and we stepped out into the fortunately deserted hallway. I would have died if anyone from Safe as Houses had heard that last sentence.
“Well, in that case, be prepared to be ‘stolen and seduced’, little lady,” he whispered hotly into my ear. “But anything you really don’t like, or if you want me to stop then just say,” he paused, “Paddington Bear.”
“Paddington Bear?”
“Yes, then I’ll know that you mean it and you’re not just getting into the role of Eliza and begging to be freed even when you don’t want to be.”
Paddington Bear. Okay.
I slid the keycard into our door and shoved it open. The room had been cleaned and smelled of polish. There was one dim lamp on in the living area.
“Go into the bathroom,” Shane said, slipping out of his coat and throwing it over the back of the sofa. “And when you come out Hest will be waiting.” He sat down and tugged off his wellington boots.
Heart fluttering, I quickly slipped out of my boots, nipped through the bedroom and into the en suite. With the door shut I leaned back against the wood. The bathrobes folded around my shoulders in a soft embrace. I felt giddy with anticipation, high with excitement. Oh my god! What had I asked for? And far from being shocked by my request, Shane had been up for it immediately. This was something I’d always dreamed of, being the heroine in one of my books—and now it was about to be realized.
Maybe I should have chosen a less dangerous scene. The one from The Millionaire’s Bride would have been less wild and not at all kinky. But Shane hadn’t read that one, he’d read, and enjoyed, Stolen and Seduced. Clearly fate had brought that scenario upon us and now there was nothing to do but enjoy.
Hastily, I brushed my teeth, staring all the time at my reflection. Once again there was something different about me, not just my rosy cheeks and windblown hair, but a hunger in my eyes, a longing, and a need that demanded to be satisfied buzzed between my legs and made my breasts heavy. Sex and getting naked with Shane was all I could think of.
I finished freshening up and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was in complete darkness. It was so black that when I clicked the bathroom light off I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.
Taking a tentative step onto the carpet, my heart thudded. I struggled to catch my breath. The thrill of handing over this fantasy to Shane was off-the-Richter-scale sexy.
When will he grab me?
Will he be gentle and sweet or will he launch into the rough-and-tough role of Hest?
Walking farther into the room, slowly and hesitantly, I waited either to be captured or to bump my shins into furniture. I reached for something to feel my way around and blinked in the velvety blackness.
Suddenly a big palm clamped over my mouth and my head was pulled back into the solid muscle of a shoulder.
I yelped in shock but the sound was muffled.
“Keep quiet, Miss Winters, if you value your life!”
Something with an unnervingly metallic coolness pressed against my jugular, it slipped downward then around my neck, leaving a sharp trail of sensation.
My whole body froze, except for my heart rate, which rocketed. Surely Shane wouldn’t use a knife for our game? It was what Hest had used but...
He must have sensed my real fear, for the sharpness lifted and I heard a double click. The “weapon” was a ball-point pen.
The pen was back at my neck and his hot mouth by my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. It was easy to imagine in the darkness that it was Hest with a razor-sharp knife holding me tight.
“You’ve teased me for too long, Eliza. Made me want you until I was crazy with it and then you tossed me away. Do you really think you can do that with a man like me? Do you? Really?”
He moved his hand from my mouth and I slipped happily into role. “Hest, get off me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I started to spin away but he clasped me to his body. His erection prodded at the small of my back and his arm became a tight band of granite around me. The pen flattened widthways over the lump in my throat.
“Oh, no, you don’t, I have plans for you. Plans to make you mine, forever.”
My excitement threatened to bubble over and my knees turned jelly-like. He even sounded like Hest and I swear his words were exactly the same as the book. Did he have a photographic memory or something?
“You can’t do this, my father will be out searching for me, no expense will be spared. Hotel security will see us.”
He laughed and lifted me as though I was no weight at all. As my feet left the floor, he began to stride forward, all the time speaking huskily into my ear. “No one will find you, Eliza, I’ve made sure we won’t be seen, and besides, who would expect you to be held in the very place you were taken from? What kind of gangster would stay at The Plaza?”
I wriggled within his grip the way Eliza did in the story. Writhing and flailing. Fighting to be free. But it was no good, his hold was strong and firm and the more I tried to escape the tighter he held me. The pleasure of him increasing his grip urged me on with my squirming.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he dropped me backward, fast. Luckily, I landed on the bed. Air whooshed from my lungs and immediately I scrabbled to the opposite side, enjoying the chase but knowing I wouldn’t get away. And, of course, not wanting to get away .
“Oh, no, you don’t.” His full weight was over me, his hands roaming fast and wild, pulling and dragging at my clothes. “You can’t escape, and soon you won’t want to. Soon you’ll come to realize only I can give you what you need, Eliza, and you will admit it’s me that you love, only me, for all of time.”
Oh my, that was a bit too close to the truth. If I had to say those words, the lines between role-play and reality would blur. What if Shane was the man I was falling in love with for the first time? What if it was only going to be him for all eternity?
I didn’t dwell on a truth that would overwhelm me if I admitted it. Instead I struggled and twisted as he tugged my sweater over my head and released my bra. Cool air breezed over my breasts, spiking my nipples so that they caught on the woolen material of his clothes as he pinned me down.
There was a soft whump as my sweater landed on the floor.
As we pushed and shoved at each other, our breaths quickened—mine rapid with excitement and exertion. Having him overpower me, physically dominate me so completely was thrilling and sexy. All of Eliza’s thoughts and emotions tumbled with my own.
In a swift movement my arms were raised above my head. I knew what was coming but still it was a shock when something soft roped around them and snapped taut.
“Hest,” I called, yanking at my shoulders. “What the—”
He silenced me with a kiss. A hot, hard, open-mouthed kiss that had me panting for breath. His lips were savage, he was as hungry for me as I was for him. His tongue plundered into my mouth, stealing every part of me and making me forget my own damn name. It was so different from his earlier reverent, careful kisses.
I loved it.
“Keep quiet,” he snarled into my ear as he nibbled and licked across my cheek and on to my neck. “Keep quiet or I’ll gag you.”
I closed my mouth, stared into the darkness at where I knew he was and became totally still.
“You know what I am going to do, don’t you, Eliza?”
“Please, no, let me go.”
He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way. “Oh, but you don’t really mean that, do you?”
“Yes, yes I do, let me go. Please, I want to go home.”
He was silent for a long moment then whispered softly in my ear, “Do you need to say any words, honey?”
What? Does he think I am not having the time of my life? No way am I about to utter bloody Paddington Bear.
“No, no. Hest, just let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell my father about this. I promise.”
His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke again, back in character. “Hah, I’m not scared of your father, and I’m not about to give up on you either, my love. I will tease you the way you have me, show you what you can have and then take it away.”
He rose up and dragged at my jeans and knickers. I arched my spine and stiffened my legs, not wanting to make his job of removing my socks and fixing my ankles to the bedposts any easier.
But my struggle was futile and even in the blackness he attached me quickly and efficiently. Tight material wound around my lower legs. It was impossible to tug them free or close them even a little. My pussy was exposed and vulnerable, just as Eliza’s had been. My arms were stretched high and taut, my back arched. An image of what I looked like filled my mind’s eye—naked and bound to a four-poster bed, my hair wild and messed up and my breasts heaving with each frantic breath.
Thank goodness the lights were off. I must look such a sight. Shane’s weight left the bed.
Brightness flooded the room. 

Saturday, 10 March 2012

National Recognition

Today in the Independent Saturday Magazine, UK female erotica authors are being given a chance to have their say. Explain to the world what it is they write and why and hopefully in the process dispel some myths about writers of sexy novels.

I was involved in this project and met with the photographer, David Woolfall, last year. He took some photographs of me on the beach and we spent a few hours chatting about not just writing, but everything. He is such a nice guy and even though my pictures don't feature in the final article (Ten authors were involved only five feature, it was literally luck of the draw) I had a nice time. Though to be honest, you can tell by my pictures that I am a little shy, so the thought of being in such a huge national newspaper was pretty daunting.

Here is one of my pictures, you can see the others here.

Here is the link to the article, it is well worth a look.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Lily x