Thursday, 31 May 2012

Spotlight on Natalie Dae

Today I am spotlighting Natalie Dae, not just one of my most favourite authors but also one of my most favourite people in the world!!

As you can see the endlessly talented Natalie writes under several different pen names. Natalie Dae m/f, Sarah Masters m/m and Charley Oweson horror, but when she is hanging out with mates we call her Emmy!!

Emmy lives in the UK, is multi-published and has best sellers at All Romance E-books. When she isn't writing she is working as art director for Total-E-Bound creating gorgeous covers for all the authors who can't believe they got so lucky to have her bringing their characters images to life.

Today I am going to show you Natalie's work starting with That Filthy Book which we wrote together - that was a complete blast I can tell you!!

If you want to read excerpt or buy the books click on the covers.

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.

In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.

Book one in the Fantasies Explored Series

Anna has longed for a third person to join herself and her permanent lover, Kline, on their monthly trysts at a New York City hotel. Kline always takes control on these evenings, calling the shots and only allowing Anna to come when he wants her to, so what makes her think he will grant her request of having a threesome?

Kline has made Anna wait for her deepest desire, and tonight she will get the second lover she asked for a year ago. Kline will do anything to make Anna happy, including allowing the stranger inside her body, but he isn't prepared for how sharing her will make him feel.

Jack is hired to join Anna and Kline for an hour of rampant sex and is hit with confusing emotions once he sees the beautiful woman spread-eagled on the bed, duct tape holding her wrists and ankles to the posts. Something about her changes his perspective with regards to his job, and he finds he wants more than just a sample of the woman who has gotten under his skin.

Book two in the Fantasies Explored Series

Anna has another fantasy. Can Kline take her to the place she wants to be?

With another weekend away due, Anna requests that Kline take her to sub-space during sex, somewhere he’s been several times but something she has so far failed to achieve. This time she’s intent on getting there, and with the help of her sexy-as-hell Dom, there’s no room for entertaining the fact she might not.

Kline wants to satisfy Anna’s every need and takes her to a new kind of hotel—one with a dungeon so he can use the facilities there to enable him to grant Anna’s latest desire.

Will they experience an off-the-charts-hot sexual experience that they’ll never forget?

Pearl feels trapped by society’s rules and longs to let out the wanton woman inside her. Her friend, Frances, secures them a night of work in a gentleman’s club in Whitechapel, London, where Pearl must act like a harlot and wait tables. With the threat of Jack the Ripper too close for comfort, Pearl meets Seth, who makes her feel all kinds of sexual longings.

Seth has heard rumours of Pearl hating him, but he vows to make her love him. He tells her his name is James, and when she arrives at his club to begin work, he knows he will make her his. As he teaches her the act of lovemaking, he’s also hiding two secrets. One, that he is the man she is supposed to hate, and two, that he knows who Jack the Ripper is…

Book one in The Coterie Series

Emily had no idea she would grow from a mild-mannered woman into a kick-ass vamp. No one, no one threatens her man...

Dashed into the sea during a storm, Emily is rescued by a long-haired man who immediately intrigues her. He’s...mesmerising. Sexy. Beautiful. He takes her to his home, a lighthouse on a cliff top, where her attraction to him grows. She can’t fight it, even when she realises what he is: a vampire. He offers her immortality but ensures she knows exactly what she’s letting herself in for—forever with him as well as hot and satisfying sex...

Emily becomes his attendant, the woman destined to spend eternity with the vampire Lincoln, sharing her blood, her life, and her body. He adores her, would do anything for her, and an earlier vow not to embrace the vampire lifestyle leaves him sorely tested when an old adversary kidnaps Emily, bringing Lincoln’s painful past hurtling back.

Ursula Meadows, Mistress Shadow by day, longs for the love she feels for her client, a man she’s dubbed Beautiful Luke, to be returned. As she goes through her week at work entertaining all the men on her list and giving them what they want, she spends her nights on a mission to make Luke fall in love with her.

The contrast between her daily life and her evenings is stark, but she’s determined to have the sexy-as-sin man in her bed permanently and not just on the bed in her dungeon. Will she get what her heart aches for, or will Luke, a self-confessed brawler and user of women, find it difficult to stick to just one woman?

Klara Woods, Mistress Darkness by day, is a nymphomaniac. She took a job in a BDSM dungeon as the only way she could think of to sate her huge sexual appetite. Madam allows her to give "extras", and Klara is happy with the arrangement until she goes out one Monday evening in search of a man to fulfil her needs and meets one who wants so much more than just sex. They agree they won’t have sex until Friday, but it proves difficult for Klara. Every time they meet she can’t resist doing something sexual with him, and the wait until Friday becomes intolerable...

Along with the knowledge she may have found the only man who can service her needs full-time, Klara has to decide whether, if they make a go of their relationship, she can leave the dungeon and all her clients behind. Is her love for Ben strong enough for her to become a one-man woman? Is Ben’s stamina enough to keep Klara sated 24-7? Friday night will be the ultimate test...

Lizzie Gould is a maid for a well-to-do woman and enjoys spying on her boss, who thinks nothing of bringing a different man home every night—unaware that her household staff know exactly what she’s up to. Lizzie has been watching for years, longing to act out some of the antics she’s learned...

Johnny Francis is a butler in the same household and has observed Lizzie watching their boss for months. He’s hankered after her since the first day he started working there and longs to give her pleasure instead of Lizzie using her own hand.

One day, Johnny can resist no longer and lets Lizzie know he’s in on her little secret. He offers to be the man of her dreams so she can replicate the wild acts she’s seen. Lizzie agrees, playing the part of a prostitute to his customer, and finds she enjoys being in charge...But Johnny isn’t who he seems. He’s only a butler there because he saw Lizzie and fell in love with her. Will she accept him once she finds out who he really is?

Travis Williams has steadily fallen in love with ranch owner, Sarah French. She’s sexy as sin, beautiful inside and out, stubborn...and as spirited as one of her feistiest horses. She’s going to be hard to tame, but if anyone has the balls to do it, Travis does. After all, he wants to win her and win her good—by loving the Texan bones of her and taking her to heights she’s never been before.

Sarah French has a problem—she sees things in only black and white and doesn’t trust men. Though she employs all males on her ranch, it doesn’t mean she has to like them. An only child, she’s grown up feeling inferior since her mother died while giving birth to a much-wanted son. All her life, Sarah has vowed to be as good as-or better than-any man, and no one will persuade her otherwise. She’s strong, she’s tough, and she’s obstinate as all get out.

However, her icy façade is about to be melted, because not only Travis has her in his sights as a potential bed-mate, local bad-boy Clark James has made it clear he’ll take Sarah whatever way he can...including by force.

With her emotional walls tumbling around her, the suspicion that the man she loves is a wolf, and Clark making her cringe at every turn, Sarah must learn that not everything is so clear cut. Sometimes, you have to look at the world in shades of grey.

Carrie Marsh anxiously awaits her online lover of two years, pacing the station in her stylish red coat with nothing but luxurious black lingerie underneath and stilettos on her feet. Will Rob Edwards really be on the train from Scotland? Will the attraction still exist in person? Can she even stave off the first anticipation-induced orgasm before he arrives? Excitement spirals through her, for Carrie has planned a night to remember.

Rob is shy, and Carrie intends to show him how to unleash his sexy side during a series of sexual encounters. But once he arrives, she can’t wait until they get to the hotel, let alone a bed. No. They hardly make it to the first tree, where anyone could spot their antics.
One unforgettable evening of passion leads two virtual lovers to a lifetime as each other’s soul keeper.

Cursed at birth, Dion is a demon who has searched for his beloved for centuries. Upon meeting Morgan, he knows she’s the one he’s been waiting for, the one woman he can love forever, the one woman capable of helping him break the curse. However, Jistin, the curse-giver, has other ideas…
Morgan longs for a relationship and release from her solitary life aboard her yacht, The Magenta Starling. She longs for Dion—who’s not all that he appears. When he reveals his feelings for her, Morgan allows Dion to take her to his world, the realm of Thradmos. Her love for him growing even as she struggles to accept his reality, Morgan realizes she would do anything for him—including give up her life in the real world.
At a party held in celebration of Dion’s impending freedom, Morgan is snatched away by Jistin. In a final battle, Dion will fight not only for his freedom, but also that of his beloved, lest he be cursed for all eternity…and lose Morgan in the process.

Drawn to the attic in her new home, Amelia finds a saucy nineteenth-century wench dress. At first glance, it’s just a dress, but once she dons it, desire streaks through her and she’s transported to the past. Overwhelmed by lust, she is caught pleasuring herself, discovered by the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen, who turns out to be—her lover?
Amelia and Emmet join in an explosive sexual union, erasing the months—or is it centuries?—they have been apart as though they never existed. But suddenly Amelia awakes—alone.
Until the dress calls again.
Emmett’s not the only one lusting after Amelia. Lord Graham wants her and he doesn’t fight fair. He kidnaps her, sends Emmett on a deadly errand and forces Amelia to participate in his voyeuristic games. Although Amelia’s body betrays her, she vows to remain true to Emmett, but will he return? And can she escape the clutches of Lord Graham’s debauchery? Amidst subterfuge, treachery and murder, Amelia and Emmet’s love grows and they reach new heights of carnal passions.

Deep in the mountain wilderness, Lucia Chavez searches for closure to her father’s death, and the mythical black cougar he sought. Drop-dead sexy Cherokee Indian guide Sam Starr knows more than he’s telling. After he saves Lucia from being swept away in a mudslide, the bath they both need turns steamy indeed. Sam and Lucia are living proof that near-death experiences can bring two people closer together—they can’t keep their hands off each other.

Amidst danger and mystery, Sam and Lucia explore the lust that burns between them. If their desire gets any stronger it could bring down the mountains. Ancient secrets hold the key to their unbridled sexual need. Was their passion written in the stars?

One man. One woman. A curse that binds them—and could tear them apart.

Kat Simmons takes a vacation to explore her feelings for her sex-on-legs coworker Dan. She’s had the hots for him for the past two years, but isn’t sure if he feels the same way. She knows she needs to return home and confess how she feels—that she hungers for him, has sexy dreams about him…wants him in her bed.

When a room service waiter brings her a note, Kat follows the directions to a mountain cabin. Dan is there—and he wants her naked and in his arms. Together they explore their shared desire for BDSM. A dungeon provides them with the ideal place to act out their fantasies and Kat realizes sex can be hotter than she ever dreamed with a little spanking added to the mix.

Find out more about all of Natalie's work and find freebies HERE

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Forfeit by Zara Stoneley

Hi Lily, Thanks for having me here!

Forfeit is my first erotic romance and I’ve been asked by a few people what inspired it, why a forfeit?
When I started writing, it was with a lot of ‘what ifs’. There are lots of boy meet girl books, and a lot of arranged marriage stories but I wanted to go one step further. They fall in love, but why? Lust, great chemistry, great sex, admiration… but what if one of the people involved is determined to uncover every last secret that the other person is hiding, what if he knows, just knows that there is a magical person behind the barriers that he really wants – what if he’s only going to settle for the real deal? And how far will the girl go? What if by gradually uncovering her sexuality it leads to uncovering her emotions, her wants and her needs?

I think quite often we separate love and lust, we think that yeah there’ll be lust then that dies down and if we’re lucky something stronger called love replaces it. But what if the lust is the important thing? The catalyst for digging deep down into those emotions – after all it’s when we have sex with another person that we’re at our most vulnerable, our most exposed… and what if it isn’t the falling in love that means we can share our bodies and our lust, but the falling in lust that leaves the way open to love?


Cat’s life is falling apart – her boyfriend’s dumped her, she’s lost her home and she’s about to quit her job. Her boss, Brent, has a solution: become his wife for a year, to help him land a big promotion. But Cat’s had a taste of Brent before, and she knows he’s a bad boy who loves women and leaves them. So she agrees to marry him, but tells him there’s to be no sex. He adds his own condition: if she as much as talks to another man in that time, she must pay, by acting out 12 of Brent’s kinkiest sex fantasies. When she breaks the rule, the forfeit is on: but opening up and letting Brent into her heart, as well as her bed, could be the most dangerous game of all …


He tore his mouth from hers, and there was a rawness on his face that stopped her in her tracks for a moment.
‘You are so bloody gorgeous, Cat, why on earth did that bastard ever let you go?’
Brent had spoken without thinking, but the second the words were out he felt her body tense as she pulled back mentally, the shutters coming down. Shit. He cringed inwardly. Way to go, Brent, nothing like being subtle. Where the fuck had that come from? How could he be so stupid? But for some mad moment he’d thought he needed to know how any man could push her away.
‘I’m sorry.’ Even as he spoke and she looked at him with those big eyes he knew he’d overstepped a mark. And then, after a moment’s hesitation, the look of anguish seemed to melt from her features, replaced by a small, rueful smile. She moved back an inch closer. An inch that was a mile.
‘He said I was a whore and he wanted a wife.’
‘Did you want to be a wife?’ There was a rock in the bottom of his stomach; he couldn’t see her being anyone else’s wife.
‘Well, I didn’t want to be a whore, let’s put it that way.’ She had a strange, endearing quirk to her mouth, as though she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
‘We were engaged; wedding bells ringing in the distance, y’know, the full works. Then he discovered I wasn’t the type of woman he wanted to sit in church on a Sunday with his mum.’
‘Church, you? Now that I’d like to see.’ He grinned and she grinned back.
‘My favourite place on a Sunday, I’ll have you know.’
‘What the hell did you do to him, Cat?’ Cat was as passionate as hell, but with a mixture of “don’t touch me” messages and a vulnerability that said she knew what she was doing but wasn’t sure if she ought. Maybe he shouldn’t ask, but something about her said she was ready. She’d talk.
‘I offered to suck his dick.’ She shrugged, her voice low, circling her ring finger with a nervous, unconscious gesture. ‘I thought it might help.’
‘You can suck mine anytime, sweetheart.’
‘You’re so kind.’ Her tone was dry, but stronger. ‘But I don’t think you have any problems keeping a hard-on.’
‘Hard, soft, I’m always open to a blowjob, baby.’ She laughed then, throwing her head back, and his groin tightened instinctively. ‘Jeez, especially with a gorgeous throat like that.’
‘Christ, you are crude.’
‘Nothing crude about coming nice and deep inside a beautiful throat.’ He edged closer to her so that he could whisper in her ear. Watch the way the goosebumps came up and her nipples tightened. ‘Have you ever had a cock all the way down your throat, Cat? So deep that your muscles can tighten round the head, can milk every last drop from it?’ His cock was straining against his zip; it felt good and it felt like hell. He was torturing himself in the same way he loved to tease and torture her, and if she touched him right now it would tip him over the point of no return. He’d just wanted to have a chat, pleasant not horny, but this needed sorting. A girl like Cat deserved a man who’d appreciate everything she offered, not make her feel cheap. She was dirty, but in such a good way, and any creep who told her to hide it should be shot.
She turned her head slightly, so that her hair brushed his face, the soft silk smelling of citrus and flowers and making him desperate to push closer to her so he could pick out every single note. ‘No, I’ve never had a cock deep inside my throat, Brent.’
His throat constricted at the way her husky voice said his name, the reminder of the last time when she screamed it out as she came.
‘I’ve never even sucked a cock before yours in that hotel, never really wanted to.’ She looked him straight in the eye, her pupils so large and black they seemed to flood her face. ‘The smell put me off.’ She screwed up her little nose as though remembering. ‘I just thought maybe I should, then found out maybe I shouldn’t.’
‘Oh, you should, you really should.’ He ran his tongue over her lips, watching them part in anticipation.
‘And it won’t make me a whore?’ The husky throatiness of her voice caught in his gut. If he got any harder he’d be bursting out like the Incredible Hulk, which wouldn’t look good on the CCTV camera he’d just spotted.
‘Nothing you could do would make you a whore, my sex kitten, if you’re doing it with me.’ He took her hand from his thigh and brushed his lips against the knuckles. ‘What does my smell do to you?’
He could have sworn he saw a shiver run through her, and her voice when it came had that torn edge telling him she wanted him. ‘Your smell -’ she ran her tongue over already damp lips ‘- makes me want you.’
‘Does it make you wet?’ She squirmed as he whispered against her mouth. ‘I think you’re getting all damp now, aren’t you?’
She hadn’t answered but she didn’t need her to; her nipples were jutting against her top. He pulled back slightly, knowing that if he didn’t he’d be tempted to tear that skimpy top clean off and to hell with CCTV and anyone who might be watching. ‘Have you never heard the saying that a perfect wife should be a chef in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom?’
‘Oh, I don’t think I’m interested in the chef bit.’ Her eyes had a dangerous gleam as she laughed, and then she wetted her lips with a tongue he could think of a hundred better uses for. And one very good use right now.
‘Well, I’ve got news for you. We’re heading home and cooking. Together. And then -’ he started the key in the car ignition ‘- we’ll see just how much of a whore you can be in the bedroom.’ He ran his hand gently over her bare knee, watching with satisfaction at the way she clamped her thighs together.
‘Would you like me to put my knickers back on for the cooking bit?’ Her voice was all sweet innocence and he groaned, resisting the urge to run his hand up the inside of her thigh and check out just how wet she was. Sweet Jesus, he’d been sat in a car with aching balls next to a girl with a damp, ready mouth and no knickers. And he’d done nothing about it. Which was something he needed to remedy, and fast.

Available from - Xcite Books,  Amazon (UK),  Amazon (US), Barnes & Noble,  All Romance and all other good e-book sellers.

About the author

Zara is a writer and lover of all things romantic, from the sensual to the sexual, who knows that naughty can be nice. She lives in the UK, but whenever she can she heads off in search of some sunshine and inspiration for her stories.

She loves sexy high heels...good food....good (lots and lots of coffee)... and Italy. All things Italian from the countryside to the culture, the wine to the food...and of course the sexy men.

She's been a consultant, a teacher, a mother, a wife, a lover... and has always been a writer and she'd love to hear from you.

Where you can find her-

Twitter:  @ZaraStoneley
Email –

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Stockholm Surrender - first chapter

My latest Ellora's Cave release, Stockholm Surrender, is now featuring on D Renne Bagby's blog. Here you can read the entire first chapter for FREE and that is after you have had the prologue Stockholm Seduction for FREE too.

There's a lot of this book available for you to wet your appetite and see if Ty's determination to get Penny exactly where he wants her is your type of reading!

Click on the cover below to download Stockholm Seduction for FREE

And on this picture to be transported to the first chapter of Stockholm Surrender and find out if Ty keeps his promise!

Thanks for stopping by :-)

Lily x

Oh, and I spotted my first review for this book yesterday on Goodreads. Phew, 5*, I couldn't have asked for better...

I couldn’t devour this story quickly enough. Then I read it again, more slowly, and savored every word. I am probably going to read it a third time. It is one hot lusty temptation of a novel. But it is more than just a sexy story. The characters touched me deeply. Her Mom, her Dad, James, the security guards, everyone just come to life. It is like watching a movie unfold. Ty is sexy, dangerous, sweet, tender all at once. The blurb is correct. Penny is one lucky girl. It’s very erotic, yes, but it is also touchingly romantic in a natural way. I felt every moment, every heartbeat of their attraction and growing affection. And the ending was perfect. I LOVED it!

You can read all about my inspiration for Stockholm Surrender over at K D Graces' blog.

Have a great day,

Lily x

Monday, 28 May 2012

That Filthy Book gets a great review at Erotica For All

Natalie and I are completely thrilled that the reviewer at Erotica For All enjoyed all the different layers in That Filthy Book. We knew it was edgy and dirty when we wrote it, it does push boundaries, but because Karen and Jacob are in a loving and committed marriage we felt we had created a safe place for these dark and thrilling fantasies to be explored.

Here is what the reviewer wrote.

With a name like That Filthy Book, this naughty read immediately intrigued me, not least because one of the authors, Lily Harlem, is a favourite of mine.

The novel is about a married couple, Karen and Jacob, who, although they still love each other deeply, have fallen into the trap of routine and ruts. When they go away for their wedding anniversary – leaving their children in the care of their grandparents – Karen is determined to do something to shake things up and make sure she and Jacob have the wild and adventurous sex life they enjoyed years ago. She’s helped along by a series of fantasies she discovered in a dirty book she read many years ago. She thought she’d forgotten all about the contents – ones she believed were so filthy and depraved that she hid the book after reading it – but apparently they were imprinted into her subconscious and are now spilling back and fuelling a seriously sexy time with her loving husband.

Luckily, Jacob is incredibly happy to explore the kinky new side of Karen, and he even reveals a few filthy fantasies of his own along the way. The two of them enjoy the basest of kinks, and grow even closer as they’re reminded of what they once had and what will keep them screaming with pleasure together for many years to come.

I really enjoyed That Filthy Book. Yes, it’s incredibly kinky, dirty and totally lives up to its name. But it’s much more than that too – fabulously well written, engaging and heartwarming. Yes, heartwarming! What I loved most about this was the fact that all the erotic exploration was done by a loving married couple with normal lives. There’s some seriously edgy stuff in here, but it’s handled in a sensitive and sane manner and is all part of enhancing the sex life and emotional connection of a couple who have forgotten how to just be ‘them’ instead of parents, colleagues, friends, etc. So if you’re looking for a smokin’ hot read with lashings of romance and a beautiful relationship, then you should definitely check out That Filthy Book. 

If you fancy grabbing a copy, click HERE

Sunday, 27 May 2012

Sunday Snog

I am still flying high this weekend on the release of my sexy soccer story SCORED and the fact that it has already won the prestigious Golden Nib Award from Miz Love Loves Books!!

Below is another snog from this super hot story!! Also leave a comment and I will send out a pdf copy of Scored to one lucky winner later in the week. (Don't forget to leave your email address!)


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.


A knock at the door caught my attention.

Trying to suppress a bubble of excitement that it might be the one person I wanted to see but had been forbidden to, I looked through the spy hole.

A deep blue eye stared back at me, unblinking.

I started a little, pressed my hand to my chest and tugged the door open.

“I saw Fellows talking to you and I just wanted to check you were okay,” Lewis said then glanced toward the elevator.

“Yes. I think so.”

He frowned. “Can I come in?”

“Do you think you should?” Wouldn’t that just be aggravating the situation further? The more time I spent with Lewis the more time I wanted to spend with him, and that would end badly for everyone, especially my heart. Guys like Lewis Tate dated super-models, glamour girls, Hollywood starlets not sports journalists. This was just a glitch in my fate. Soon everything would get back to boring normality.

“If I think so is the answer to my question of are you okay then yes, I do think I should come in.” He didn’t wait for my response, just pushed into the room.

I stepped away, Fellows’ words ringing in my ears—do not make yourself available for conversations with the England team. Well, I wasn’t. Lewis had sought me out for the second time. He was making himself available for conversations with me.

Lewis shut the door and walked across the room.

He was just too tempting. Too damn gorgeous, and the impulse to fling myself at him, strip him naked and lick every inch of his body was almost overwhelming.

I retreated toward the end of the bed. Half turned away from him. 

“Nicky,” he said with a frown.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“According to Fellows no, I shouldn’t, but let’s get this straight. I don’t give a fuck what he says. He’s my manager when it comes to the game but he’s not in charge of me when I’m off the pitch. In case you hadn’t noticed I’m a grown man. I can decide for myself what I do and don’t want to do.”

The sharp tone of his voice rang around the walls and I turned, surprised at his vehement declaration.

He folded his arms. “I go along with his no-wives-or-girlfriends rule when we’re playing big tournaments for the sake of the younger players. Taylor, for example, is fresh from leaving home. Give him free rein in a place like this, a wallet full of cash and stardom gone to his head and he wouldn’t be able to think of anything but getting laid, and we need him out there on the pitch. We need his mind to be focused on one thing only—defending.”

I hesitated for a moment. “And is that what you’re thinking about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Getting laid.”

He cocked his head and gave an irritated huff. “Give me some credit.”

I glanced down at my dress, plucked a tiny bit of fluff from my abdomen. “I’m just trying to understand what you’re doing in my room again, Lewis.” Maybe he was a sadist and enjoyed seeing women fall for him then tossed them aside and watched the carnage. 

“You really want to know why I’m here?” His voice was low and serious.


He moved over to me, did that thing again where he filled my vision and flooded all of my senses. He cupped my cheek in his palm and his gaze latched onto mine, soft but somehow burning with intensity. “I’m just a guy who likes a girl, Nicky. That’s why I’m here.”

He’s just a guy who likes a girl and that girl is me?

Warmth from his hand seeped right through me and settled in places that begged for attention. My heart swelled with the words he’d just said. I was a girl who liked a guy too. But there was so much in our way. Was here and now even vaguely professional for either of us? 
“We can’t do this.”

“We’re not doing anything,” he murmured, sliding his other arm around my waist and pulling me close.

I rested my hands on his chest, felt the small hard points of his nipples beneath my palms. “I think we are doing something,” I said, struggling to keep a shake from my voice. The feel of his body, solid and defined, was sending my hormones into a tail-spin. I tried desperately to think rationally. “Fellows said if England lost he would point the finger at me.”

Lewis’ jaw tightened and the beautiful softness left his eyes. “He’s out of line saying something like that to you.”

“Well I know, but…”

“But what?”

“He seemed pretty confident when he said he’d make sure the whole country was after my blood if England lost.” I gave a small shudder. 
“Not a nice thought to go to sleep on, actually.”

He was quiet for a moment, his lips a flat line. “I won’t let that happen.” He slid his hand from my cheek and took a lock of my hair between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently so the strands fanned out. “No one will hurt you because of me. I promise.”

“That’s a big promise to make.”

“It simply makes us equal.”

His heavenly scent and the low murmur of his voice was settling my nerves. “Equal?”

“Yeah, you’ve promised to only use my name in your reports when writing about football. Nothing else that is said or happens between us will be in the public domain.”

“Of course, that is the ethic I work by and—”

“And, I promise not to let Fellows harm you personally or professionally.” He stopped fiddling with my hair and rested his hand on my shoulder. A flash of uncertainly crossed his face. “Of course, it all depends on one thing.”

I swallowed tightly. “And that is?”

“Do you like me, Nicky?”

There was a vulnerability about him in that instant, and if I wasn’t falling for him already with all the grace of super-sized tornado, I certainly would be now. “You’re one of my favorite players. I’ve admired you from afar for many years. But as a guy, who you are off the pitch, I…” I struggled to put my thoughts into words.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Go on.”

“Off the pitch I don’t know you very well, though what I do know, yes…” I smiled up at him. “I like you very much.”

I felt him relax. “In that case we’ll figure this out.”

He pulled me closer.

I slid my hands upward, over his collarbones, and linked my fingers at his nape. The ends of his hair tickled my wrists, and my breasts pressed just below his pecs. Once again an image of us naked, writhing on the bed and giving in to carnal desires flooded my thoughts. I’d never wanted a man as much as I wanted Lewis Tate. There was just something about him that set me on fire.

“Dance with me,” he said onto my lips. “Forget about all of the craziness. It’s just us in here, no one else. Nothing else.”

He began to sway and I became aware of the violin music on the TV. It was a lovely gentle tune that wrapped around us, became part of us, and my body moved instinctually in time with it, in time with Lewis.

“You even smell pretty,” he whispered.

“Thank you. So do you, well…” I giggled. “Not pretty, manly I suppose.”

“I’m glad you clarified that.”

For a few moments we just held each other and moved slowly to the music. I was hyperaware of every section of my body that was touching his, from my chest right down to our toes that knocked occasionally.

“I was worried,” he said, pulling back slightly. “After I kissed you in the elevator.”


“That you’d be angry with me.”

“Erm, no. Actually, I liked it, very much.”

“Me too.” His mouth twitched into a half smile. “But I hadn’t asked you. I just did it. I don’t know what came over me. It was like you’d put a spell on me or something.”

I grinned. “I’m glad whatever spell was cast worked.”

His face was so close our breaths were mingling.

“Does that mean I can do it again?” he asked.

Yes, please.

“I think we just established that you don’t need to ask.”

He stopped our gentle dance, paused for a second, then rested his lips over mine. His mouth was barely parted and his damp tongue just warmed the center of my bottom lip.

I pressed myself to him. Touched the tip of my tongue to his and allowed myself to get lost in the deliciousness of his flavor and the way he was squeezing me tight. His arms were solid around me and I could feel the power harnessed within his muscles. He was so strong yet so gentle. It was an intoxicating combination that hit all the right buttons in me.

Quickly the kiss intensified, not so that it became fast and frantic, just deep and soul-searching. I adored how he played with my tongue and explored my mouth. I gave as good as I got, drinking him up, catching my breaths when I could.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pulled him closer. Delighted in the sudden zap of sensation that seared up my spine when he ran his hands down my back and cupped my buttocks. I had no choice but to give in to the heat and longing building within me. My pussy was damp and my skin greedy for every caress. Sex was taking over all my thoughts.

He lifted me by my bum cheeks, onto my toes and trapped me tight against his body. I gasped into his mouth as the steely length of his erection prodded my abdomen.

“Ah, honey, you’re driving me nuts,” he murmured, then kissed me again—eagerly, hungrily, as though he might never stop.

If I’d thought I was turned on before, I was sorely mistaken, because now lust flowed in my veins like lava spewing from a volcano. Nothing could stop it. I had to get acquainted with the damn fine specimen of a cock that was jutting eagerly at my belly. A nuclear bomb could detonate outside the hotel and I wouldn’t notice. Lewis Tate was hard, for me. Life had never been so good.

I slid my hand down between our bodies and squeezed his shaft through his jeans, firm and confident, then gave a small upward stroke that was a promise of what was to come.

He groaned into my mouth. “That feels so good but I want to touch you too.”

“Touch away.” I was pressing and stroking his cock now. Loving how it felt so rock-solid beneath the denim as though bursting to be free.

He released my buttocks, found the zipper at the top of my dress and whizzed it open.

I was aware of the material loosening then falling away as he smoothed the straps over my shoulders and down my arms.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, casting his gaze over my body.

I was forced to move my attentions from his cock as he slipped the dress off me completely and let it puddle on the floor at my feet. The air was cool stroking my skin, but I was glad of it. I was on fire and the flames needed tending to—now.

“Lewis, I—” I reached for him again.

“Wait.” He held me at arm’s length, his eyelids heavy and his lips parted. “Let me look at you. You just about blew my mind down at the pool the other day. Not grabbing you and making you mine was nothing short of torture.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “That would have made quite a spectacle of in front of the guys, though.”

“Yes, it certainly would have.” I couldn’t help but eye the impressive bulge at his groin. I was itching to get a hold of him again.

“Don’t throw the white bikini away, will you?” he said.

“Why not? It’s useless.”

“It’s perfect, but just not for wearing in public.” He pulled me close and the sensation of his clothes scratching against my bare flesh was divine.

“Well that’s the only time I swim, in public. I don’t have a private pool, you know.”

“I have.”

Of course he did. Duh.

“And if we go for a swim together in private, I’m going to insist you wear that bikini.”

“Oh, will you now.” My breasts were engorged with longing and my nipples tight little twists that ached for stimulation.

“Yeah, because next time I see you in that bikini I’m not going to be able to stop myself from attending to the raging hard-on it gives me.” He scooped my breast into his hand, caught my nipple between his fingers and tugged slightly.

I watched, fascinated, and let pleasure wash through me. “Is that so?”

“You’d better believe it.” He caught my mouth in a sudden ravenous kiss. I clung to his shoulders, bowled over by determination that had apparently robbed him of patience.

Which was good, because my patience was all used up too.

I was practically naked.

He soon would be.

Then we would fuck.

It was the only thing that could happen next. My sanity depended upon it.

I hope you enjoyed that sexy snog, if you want to read Lewis and Nicky's entire story you can buy SCORED here.

Have a wonderful day.

Lily x

Friday, 25 May 2012

Scored - OUT NOW!

New at Amazon is my latest erotic romance novel, SCORED.

Scored is a sexy sport story all about the England football team (soccer team to you US guys!). With the European Tournament just about to start the nation is working up to a frenzy of excitement and hopes are being pinned on the star players to lead us to victory.

So with so many gorgeous guys to choose from I decided to write a steamy tale that included their antics off the pitch as well as on it. Watch out Beckham, Lewis Tate might just tip the balance here in the hotness stakes not to mention sheer determination when he decides there is something, or someone, he wants!!


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 may be just out but I'm thrilled to say it is already hitting the spot. Its first review is not only 5 out of 5 but has received the Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books!!

Here is what they say...

Scored is a fantastic read—especially, and pardon the pun, if you’re a fan of football/soccer. Ms Harlem’s voice is a delight—very fresh and lively—and she has the ability to put me right there amongst the characters. Her style is always a pleasure too, and Scored—here comes a pun again!—is one of the top scorers out of the books I’ve read so far this year.

Lewis Tate is our sexy England captain hero, who made me swoon. I loved the way he was perceived as surly to the public but in private he’s just like anyone else—he has insecurities, he has needs, and whoa, does he ever have the determination to get what he wants!

And he wants Nicky, a football reporter who lives, breathes and sleeps football. She’s had the hots for Lewis for a long time but never thought she’d get the chance to be close enough to share breathing space with him, let alone a bed. But she does, because fate has a winning plan…

When they have their first kiss in the elevator—phew, is it hot in here, people?—the sexual attraction is so tangible I held my breath while reading that scene. Who knew a written kiss could seem so real? Without having to be told how she felt, I felt it. Weak knees, loss of the ability to breathe, heart racing, everything in the world fading away except for that kiss. Brilliant!

With secondary characters who only make this book all the more real, Scored holds a bundle of people that I want to know more about (hint hint!). There’s Nicky’s reporter friends, other team members, and call me whacky, but I’d even love to read a book about the hateful England boss who I think might have a softer side other than the hard-nosed one he shows.

Best Bits: Every scrummy, yummy, wonderful line. I read this book in one sitting, unable to put it down.

Verdict: What I love about Ms Harlem’s work is that she writes in 1st person—and she’s excellent at it—but at no time do I ever feel I’ve been denied the chance to get to know the hero. Ms Harlem expertly sprinkles lines throughout that show exactly who the hero is, what he’s feeling—and the same goes for the secondary characters. Everyone is displayed so very well, and I’ll admit to being a serious fan of this author’s work, andScored is my ultimate fave so far. This isn’t just a gush-fest but an honest-to-goodness response to how I feel about this book and the woman who wrote it. She is very good. You don’t just have to take my word for it either. Find out for yourself!

Okay - here is the elevator scene and some hunky footy stars to get you in the mood :-)

I glanced at the elevator screen. Damn, I was going down, to the spa instead of up. Oh well. I’d had to get out of the lobby before Medusa-Fellows solidified me anyway.
The doors opened and the chlorinated air from the pool seeped in. 
But that barely registered in my mind, because standing in red trunks with a white towel slung around his neck was Lewis. His wet hair was mussed up and his skin dewy and damp. Fuck, the guy just got more gorgeous every time I saw him. It wasn’t a case of getting used to his stunning looks, they just bowled me over anew.
“Hello, Nicky,” he said, stepping in next to me.
“Hi.” Seriously, how could he act so cool? How could I be expected to act cool when he looked like every dirty dream and carnal fantasy rolled into one?
The doors slid shut and I pressed the button for level three. “I presume you’re going to your room and not to the lobby dressed like that?”
I glanced up at him. He was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. His shoulders were raised and tense and he was staring straight at me with a sharp glint in his eye.
“Great game, congratulations.”
“Thank you.” His words were short and clipped.
“What?” I asked, feeling unaccountably off-kilter. Was he angry with me? What had I done? I hadn’t told anyone he’d been in my room for tea. I hadn’t even told anyone we’d ever spoken outside of the press conferences.
“You told me…” he said, “that…”
“What?” Okay, now I was really nervous. His eyes were thin slits; I could only just make out that perfect shade of deep-ocean blue through his lashes. “What did I tell you?”
“That you weren’t seeing anyone.”
“I’m not.”
He stepped toward me, big and brooding. His sudden indomitable expression was more than a little disturbing.
I backed up and my shoulders hit the cool mirrored wall.
He followed, penning me in. He was all acres of perfect flesh, toned muscles and steely determination. My stomach somersaulted, my heart rate rocketed and I gripped the brass bar that lined the elevator. I’d never felt so physically small in my life.
“So who was the guy who thought it was okay to wrap his arms around you at the press conference?”
“That was just Phil.” My voice was a little squeaky, but I wasn’t complaining, I was surprised I could even speak. Why the hell would Phil matter to Lewis?
“Just Phil?”
I nodded. “Yes, just Phil.” I could smell Lewis now, a combination of chlorine, soap and raw maleness. As he spoke his sweet breath breezed warm onto my cheek and sent a sizzle of awareness shooting down my middle, tickling my nipples and creating a buzz in my clitoris. This man did seriously dangerous things to my body, like letting it think it was in charge of my brain.
“So he’s not your boyfriend?”
“No, definitely not. Phil is a work colleague who gets a bit flirty now and then. But I hardly know him really.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d said the right thing because a small muscle flexed and un-flexed in Lewis’ cheek and his nostrils flared.
“Really, there’s nothing between us,” I said. “I’m free as a bird, no one to answer to, no one to—”
“Stop talking.” He glanced at the elevator dashboard then turned his attention back to me.
“Because I want to test a theory.” He nipped my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilted my head and dropped his face until his lips were just a hair’s-breadth from mine.
“What theory would that be?” I whispered, wondering if my knees would continue to hold me up for more than another few seconds. Damn, he was so close. I felt completely consumed by him.
“The kiss-and-tell theory.”
“Oh, well I—”
My words were cut short as his mouth connected with mine. Smooth, pliant lips and a softly probing tongue taking possession, owning and controlling.
A small whimper mewed up from my throat. Fuck. Lewis Tate was kissing me. And not only that he was one hell of a kisser. Gentle but firm, and he tasted delicious; fresh and sexy and perhaps a tang of mint.
I opened up and let him in. Searched for his tongue with mine and allowed him to set the pace and depth. Surely I was in the middle of a fantastic dream. How had I got so lucky to have such an incredible man kissing me?
He kept a tight hold of my chin as he pulled away. “You’re so sweet,” he murmured, his downcast gaze searching my face. “So please don’t prove my instincts wrong.”
“What instincts?” I was struggling to catch my breath, control the tremble in my belly.
There was a sudden ping, the elevator jolted to a stop, and the doors slid open.
Lewis backed up rapidly, gripped the ends of the towel that was still around his neck, and squared his stance.
A waiter holding an ice bucket stared in at us.
“Good evening,” Lewis said, stepping past him.
I followed, tightening my purse over my shoulder and avoiding the waiter’s curious stare. Surely he hadn’t seen Lewis pressing me against the wall and kissing me into oblivion. He’d stepped away by the time the doors had slid open.
Hadn’t he?

And here are the hunks - they make it hard to choose a favourite team!!

Mr. David Beckham - England legend

David James - England goalie

Stephen Gerrard - England Captain

                                     Gerard Pique -  Barcelona

                                 Yoann Gourcuff  - Bordeaux

                        Roque Santa Cruz - Manchester City

                                  Tim Cahill - Everton

                                 Marco Borriello - Milan

                               Iker Casillas - Real Madrid

                              Cristiano Ronaldo - Real Madrid

Have a great day and if you want to buy a copy of Scored, click here

Lily x