Monday 30 November 2015

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday and wow, I'm loving this weeks' prompt, it makes me think of gorgeous Victor from the Sexy as Hell trilogy when he's all churned up over Zara and her wicked games.

Sexy as Hell: an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.

Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.

Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.

Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…

Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.

This is an excerpt from book 3, The Vixen (it includes fisting so if that's not your thing you've been warned) when Victor and Zara are attending a masked ball in Venice. They've slipped away to fight some of Zara's demons...

Zara’s pussy was damp and spread before me, her labia moist with want, her entrance a small, rosy hole inviting me in. But my hand? Really?
I’d said I would go along with it, but I wasn’t as sure as I’d sounded. She felt pretty snug down there when I fucked her, and my cock was not as thick as my whole hand.
Her scent wafted upwards. Musky and spiced, the smell made my dick go from a semi to a full hard-on in seconds. Everything about Zara turned me on. Even when she pushed me to my limits and made me question my sanity.
I drew my attention to her mask, wishing to heck and back that I could see her face. But that wasn’t the deal, or was it?
“Your mask,” I said, “take it off. I need to see you.”
“But I—”
“You didn’t wear a mask in the shed, you don’t need one now.” I used my best Master voice. Taking the decision from her—or so I hoped.
For a second I didn’t think she’d obey, but then she lifted her hands and took off the mask, set it on the small table she could just reach. Her cheeks were glowing, her lips looked freshly licked, and her eyes, they sparkled with desire.
Did she desire me? Did she desire my hand? Or did she desire me to fight her past?
I guessed it was a combination of all three—at least I hoped it was.
Carefully, I slid my fingers over her pussy, spreading her juice and then circling her clit. She arched on the bed, shifted her hips and murmured my name.
I reached for the lube, smothered her rippling folds with it, smiling behind my mask when she gasped at the coldness. She was so soft, like liquid silk, and warm, too, blood temperature. I pushed one finger inside her, exploring the ridges and pillows of her entrance.
My mouth watered. I’d never truly got to taste her, to lap at her flavour—one swift lick did not make an oral session in my book. Since I’d refused to that one time it had been off the menu.
“Victor, talk to me,” she said. “I need to hear your voice.”
“I love you,” I said. “Let me inside you, let me make you feel good and full and like you can never get me out of your mind, body and soul.” I added another finger, worked lube into her and over my hand. 
Small squelching noises filled the room. Zara groaned and shut her eyes.
“You feel so perfect,” I said, “hot and warm and tight and as though you’ve been made especially to fit me. In fact, I believe you were, Zara Watson, made just for me, that is. Everything about you is in tune with me. Our lives were meant to cross, twine together, it was set out in the stars many years ago that this is where we’d be tonight.”
“With you about to…?”
“Yes, with me about to do this.” She was supple now, her pussy taking three fingers easily, and she was wet—dripping, sopping wet.
I shifted, my cock so swollen it ached and strained against my zip.
“Yes, yes,” she said, slipping her hand down and fretting her clit.
“No,” I said. “That’s not for you to do.” I pushed her hand away and set my index and middle finger of my free hand over her clit, pressed, not too hard, just enough to make her groan. I then rubbed, very gently, knowing it would set her on a slow burn to desperation.
I created the same pointed shape with my fingers she’d shown me and began to press into her pussy. Slowly, gently, small thrusting movements that claimed a little more depth each time.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well, taking me, inviting me in,” I said. “Zara, look at me, see where we are, who you’re with.”
She opened her eyes, stared at me. At my mask.
“Who do you see?” I asked.
“You, Victor, wearing a mask.”
“That’s right, it’s me, the man who loves you. Now just relax some more, take me in.”
She was so warm and lush, stretching around my hand. I was knuckle deep now, her tender pink flesh stretched taut.
“Oh, God,” she said, a quiver attacking her belly and trembling through her mound.
I kept up my firm pressure on her clit.
“Is it feeling good?” I asked, sending a quick prayer heavenward that it was.
“Yes, oh, Master, yes, I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours, this is how it is now. Me and you, no one else.”
She blew out a long, low breath, and I was aware of some give, took advantage and forced my hand into her. My knuckles disappeared; I could feel her cervix, smooth and hard on my fingertips, the walls of her entrance clamping around me.
“Ah, ah…” she panted.
“That’s it, fight those demons. Take pleasure from me owning you this way.” Damn, I didn’t think she could stretch much more, her pussy was so extended.
“Give me more, Victor. I want more from you, more than they gave me, please.”
“Does it feel nice?” I had to ask.
“Yes, fuck yes, it feels incredible. Oh, and what…oh, fuck, what you’re doing to my clit, too, at the same time… Please, Victor, give me more, give me it all.”
“You want me to push in?”
“Yes.” She thrashed her head from side to side, reached for her breasts and squeezed them roughly through her dress. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Fuck, it was working. I was sure it was. Glad the lube had seeped to my wrist, I pushed in further. Her insides shifted to accommodate me, and blistering heat, unbelievable tightness, surrounded my hand.
“Victor,” she cried out. “Oh, Victor, fuck…” She was staring straight at me, wide-eyed and slack-mouthed.
I could take it no more. I yanked at my mask, flung it to the floor then dropped my mouth over her clit. Suckled, laved, pulled her swollen bead onto my tongue.
Even when I’d been in her arse or her pussy with my cock, I’d never felt as in her as I did now.
Her body jerked, my hand moving with the canting of her hips.
“Ah, oh, fuck, please, I don’t know if I can…” she cried.
She didn’t know if she could orgasm with my hand in her? She could. I knew damn well she could because I’d hold her together, like I had that other time.
“Come,” I said, pausing in my lapping. “Come and trust me to be here with you, loving you, adoring you.”
“Oh, but…” She stared down at me, released one breast and jammed her fingers into my hair. “But, Victor, you don’t know… I don’t know if I can…”
She didn’t finish, so I didn’t press. Now was a time for action, not words. She was close, so close. I worked her up, felt her tense, freeze, teeter on the cliff of ecstasy.
Still I kept going, circling the tip of my tongue over her clit. She grabbed in a breath, held it deep and then toppled into bliss with an ethereal wail.
He pussy hammered around my hand, a long sequence of powerful contractions that threatened to stop the blood supply to my fingers—so hard, so potent, a violent force.
She wailed again. Bucked. Lifted off the bed.
I carried on laving at her clit with the flat of my tongue. Staying with her, taking her through to the completion of her orgasm. Riding the wave. But still her internal muscles clamped around me, the force that had seized her not abating.
I slipped my free hand to her lower back, supported her torso, squeezed her close. I was aware of her legs fastening around my shoulders, bracketing me into her.
“Oh, it’s so much, too much,” she sobbed, gripping my hair, yanking it to the point of pain. 
I was sure she’d removed several clumps but I didn’t care. I kept on worshipping her clit.
As wild as it had been, she stilled suddenly. Her legs relaxed and her hold on my hair slackened. Quivers and tremors still held her pussy hostage, and I felt every single wonderful one of them as I finally lifted my face from her.
She blew out a long breath; it held a pleasure-soaked sigh and the sound gave me a warm feeling in my chest. Her back relaxed against my embrace, falling heavy on my arm, and I licked my lips, revelling in her delicious flavour.
Carefully I withdrew my hand, slowly, allowing her pussy to close in its wake. I then kissed her entrance, her small folds of skin, circled my tongue over her clit again and dropped a lingering kiss to her bare mound.
“Victor,” she gasped. “Victor. Oh, my God.”
I moved over her, gathered her into my arms and tucked her face into my neck. “Shh,” I whispered, tangling our legs. “Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
She shook and trembled. I held her tighter. Had I gone too far? She hadn’t asked me to make her come, only that I put my hand in her. Perhaps I shouldn’t have. Maybe that had caused her more trauma than what I was trying to fix.
“Are you all right?” I asked, kissing her hair, swiping the lube off my hand onto my trousers then smoothing her hair.
She lifted her face from my neck and stroked her finger down my cheek. “Yes, that was perfect. How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“That an orgasm while being so full, of you, was just what I needed to get rid of Conner’s memory.”

Thank you for stopping by, if you want to grab a copy of Sexy as Hell it's available on Amazon. More details on the Harlem Dae website including the FREE Sexy as Hell magazine. Enjoy the other Masturbation Monday posts.

Sunday 29 November 2015

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week my novella Spicing it Up released as an individual ebook - it also features in the Over the Knee anthology - so I thought I'd share a moment with you from this hot story about Ginger Figging!

“What is that, Sir? That requires ginger in it?”
“Guess.” He took a small knife from the drawer and began to peel the fibrous root.
The spicy scent drifted toward Cassandra, making her think of Christmas and mulled wine and dunking biscuits in tea after long walks through the woods.
“I don’t know if I can guess, Sir.”
He set the now peeled root on the chopping board. He began to carve and sculpt, shaping the ginger and removing all but the longest protrusion. “Well?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She shrugged and shook her head. “I really don’t know.”
“What does it remind you of?”
“A... A carrot?”
“Yes, I suppose it does. But I didn’t mean another vegetable. I meant what does it remind you of that I have in my special cupboard.”
Special cupboard? That was where he kept floggers and whips, bondage straps, ball gags, vibrators, wands, lubes, handcuffs, butt plugs... Butt plugs.
She swallowed—her throat suddenly tight. Yes, that’s what it reminded her of—a butt plug. He’d carved it to the same conical, tapered shape. It even had a ridge at the bottom that would, if inserted there, stop it going too deep.
“Good girl,” he said, tipping his head and smiling. “You’ve got it, haven’t you?”
She nodded. “Yes, it’s a butt plug, isn’t it, Sir?”
“Yes. It is.” He held it up to the light and spun it in his fingers. Its moist surface shone and a few fibrous strands hung from it. “And, my darling girl, it’s going to heat you up from the inside out in the most delightful way.”

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Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.

Cassandra lives by a set of rules that both thrill and complete her. Having Master Raif attend her every need in and out of the bedroom is perfection. She trusts him absolutely, and he wields his power over her with a great sense of responsibility.

But when he announces an erotic new way to spice up their after-dinner party she can’t help having a few nerves. Really? That? There? And would it feel good?

There is only one thing for it, and that’s to smile through the evening and let the anticipation build. When it finally happens and she gets what’s coming to her, Cassandra knows she’ll never look at spice the same way again. The heat is intense, the burn scorching, and her Master takes her to new highs that make her sizzle with satisfaction.

Available from Amazon, Amazon UKTotally Bound and all other good ebook retailers.

Saturday 28 November 2015

Coming Together in Verse

Out Now!

Coming Together in Verse is a collection of poems to titillate and thrill, all proceeds go to the charity Hope for Paws. I have a poem, An Orgy of Collectives, nestled in these pages. With thanks to Ashley Lister for including my fledgling attempts at verse and for his hard work putting together a book for a cause that's close to my heart.

Buy your copy here (ebook and print available)

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Erica Jong said, “Poetry is what we turn to in the most emotional moments of our lives – when a beloved friend dies, when a baby is born, when we fall in love.” Wallace Stevens said, “A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.” Edgar Allan Poe said, “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.” Most of us agree, when it comes to expressing passion, there is nothing more effective than poetry. 

THE POETS: Ashley R Lister, Alessia Brio, Victoria Blisse, Rachel Woe, Janine Ashbless, Liv Honeywell, AJ Chilson, Roy Clements, Katy J, Ashe Barker, Lisa Bower, PJ Bayliss, Geneva Rose, Jay Willowbay, Slave Nano, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee, KD Grace, Norbert Gora, IG Fredrick, Jade A Waters, Adrea Kore, Bella Settarra, Okami No Koga, Daniel Davis, Joanna Harrington-Cruise, Sophia Sophia, Le Petite Mortimer, Eleanor Meadows, Angell Brooks, L Hollamby, Blacksilk, CA Bell, Ian Jade, Tamsin Flowers, Ruby Red, Colin Davies, Desmond Field, Rachel McGladdery

Friday 27 November 2015

Color of Love Blog Hop

Thank you for stopping by my home on the web and for joining in the fun on the Color of Love Blog Hop. There's some great prizes up for grabs just click on the Rafflecopter link below! 

 I have an interracial M/M erotic romance, Dark Warrior, set in Africa. I adored writing it and was particularly inspired by photographs of Kenya. Here's a few...

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While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep. 

Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik. 

Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he? 

No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night. 

Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them. 

Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.

I've also been lucky enough to travel to Africa recently, here's a few pictures of some of the beautiful creatures I saw while out on a safari drive with Mr H.

Water Buffalo

White Rhino - they had an armed guard!

Zebra crossing!

My favourite, the giraffe, so majestic and gentle.

Excerpt from Dark Warrior

“Fuck,” Leo said, coming to an abrupt stop. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“What? Why?”
“Going under for all that time.”
“I wasn’t under long. I was just checking my nets.”
“Yes. I have captured us some dinner, for tonight.” He held up a black stringy bag that contained two writhing silver fish.
Leo grinned. “Looks good.” He pushed backward, moving to the bank where he could stand.
“They will be. I will cook them for you,” Malik said, following.
Once at the bank, Malik tied the fish bag to a twisted root so that the creatures were still in the water. “They will stay fresh like this. Until we have built up our appetite again.”
“Mmm, I think we should start working on that soon.” Leo could stand now and the water sat at his waist. The sun on his wet skin tingled and he relished feeling cool for the first time all day.
“I agree,” Malik said, coming to stand next to him. “In fact, I think we should start right now.” He leaned forward and kissed Leo—a long, deep kiss that included lots of tongue and a close cuddle.
Leo’s cock pressed up against Malik’s abdomen. Just contact with his flesh, even in the cold water, had blood rushing to Leo’s shaft. God, he needed this man.
Malik slid his hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Leo’s erection.
Leo broke the kiss. “Damn, I love you touching me. Every time feels like the first time.” “That was hot. That first time, in your room. I had to detour on the way home.”
“You did?” Leo moved his hips in time with the slow, steady rub of Malik’s hand on his cock.
“Yeah, I had to find a quiet spot and relieve myself. My dick was about to explode.” “And you thought of me?” Leo asked, struggling now not to flutter his eyes shut. The sensation of Malik’s hand on him in the water was blissful—enough to turn him on but not enough to have him coming.
“Of course I thought of you. You’re all I have thought of, Leo, since the first moment I saw you.”
“Yes, really.” Malik leaned in. He kissed Leo’s cheek then around to his ear.
Leo could hear and feel his hot breaths. He clutched Malik’s wet shoulders and held on. “And now,” Malik murmured, “I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Yes,” Leo said on a sigh. “Yes, please, that’s what I want. No, I need it. I need you to fuck me, Malik. Now.”
“And what my Leo needs, is what my Leo has.”
Malik released Leo’s dick but took hold of his hand. Leo noticed that Malik was erect and ready to go again.
“Come, this way.” He led Leo to a big, hippopotamus-shaped rock on the bank. Next to it was a manmade rug of some sort.
“What’s this?” Leo asked, his wet cock tapping against his abdomen and his retracted balls making walking a little awkward.
“It’s a reed bed,” Malik said. “I told you. I want you to be comfortable while you are here.”
Leo nodded. He was struggling to stay calm. He wanted to just bend over the rock and offer himself open to Malik. He didn’t need reed mats. But Malik, despite his promises, seemed in no rush to get the fucking started.
“Lie down. Facing upwards,” Malik ordered. “I will be right back. Don’t start anything without me.”
Summoning patience, Leo did as Malik had asked, stretching out on the soft reeds that rustled beneath his back and buttocks. He stared up at the perfect sky again and resisted the temptation to play with himself. Instead, he took several deep breaths and clenched his arsehole, hoping that he’d soon have something to clench around.
Suddenly Malik’s face filled his vision. “Good,” he said, dropping to his knees and kissing Leo. “You waited.”
“It wasn’t easy.”
Malik straightened and he let his gaze linger over Leo, head to toe. He seemed to be visually drinking him up, committing every detail of Leo’s body to memory. He reached out and traced Leo’s nipples, first one then the other, with his fingertips.
Leo shuddered, desire racing through him. His nipples peaked and tightened, his stomach tensed.
“I like your pale hair, here,” Malik whispered, bending forward and snaking his tongue through the small triangle of blond hair that sat over Leo’s sternum. “It’s so delicate.”
“Mmm...” Leo managed, shifting his hips.
“And also this bit, here,” Malik said, sitting up again but letting his touch wander to Leo’s navel then wind through his pubic hair.
His knuckles brushed Leo’s straining cock and Leo jerked.
“Steady, boy,” Malik murmured, slipping lower and cupping Leo’s balls. “I’m going to take you exactly where you want to go.”

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Thursday 26 November 2015

Evernight Reader's Choice Awards

Evernight Publishing​ Reader's Choice Awards - cast your vote now. My menage a trois novel Muscling In features in the Erotic category! You could also win a $50 Evernight GC.

Tuesday 24 November 2015

Spicing It Up - OUT TODAY!

Out Today - Spicing it Up, my scorching hot 'ginger figging' short story that features in the Over the Knee anthology. You can now purchase it as an individual read.

Available from Amazon, Amazon UKTotally Bound and all other good ebook retailers.

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Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.

Cassandra lives by a set of rules that both thrill and complete her. Having Master Raif attend her every need in and out of the bedroom is perfection. She trusts him absolutely, and he wields his power over her with a great sense of responsibility.

But when he announces an erotic new way to spice up their after-dinner party she can’t help having a few nerves. Really? That? There? And would it feel good?

There is only one thing for it, and that’s to smile through the evening and let the anticipation build. When it finally happens and she gets what’s coming to her, Cassandra knows she’ll never look at spice the same way again. The heat is intense, the burn scorching, and her Master takes her to new highs that make her sizzle with satisfaction.

Want to know more about the Victorian kink of ginger-figging? Check out my post HERE.

Monday 23 November 2015

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Loving the sexy prompt which made me think of my new release Rule Breaker.

Miller has just served ten years in prison which is where he and Lacey met (she's a prison nurse) and now that he's out it's time to let all that pent up passion unleash. He's a bit out of practice though and only 19 years old when he was locked up, so she's having to give him a little guidance when it comes to the art of cunnilingus.


Miller kissed me, but only for a few seconds, then he trailed his lips down my neck to my breasts. He made short work of removing my bra and set to lavishing attention on my nipples, using his hands and his mouth to bring them to tight peaks.
I scraped my fingers over his hair and tugged his mouth closer as I pressed into him. The hot, wet suction and flicking tongue had my pussy so damp it was like an electric pathway from my nipples to my clit.
“Mmm...nice,” I moaned.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said against my skin. “I can’t believe it’s real. That we’re here, together.”
“It’s real,” I said, scraping my nails down the nape of his neck to his shoulders. “Can’t you feel me?”
“Yes, every bit of you.” He inched downward, kissing his way past my abdomen to my knickers. He touched his lips over satin and against my mound, kissed me there, long and hard.
I reached behind myself, grabbed hold of the slats in the headboard and arched my back. Fuck. This was so much. Fantasy and reality were becoming one.
“We need these off,” he said, furling the waistband of my underwear over itself.
I raised my hips and helped him remove the last of my clothing. Then I let my knees flop open and watched as he settled between them. Desire sank to my groin and throbbed there as I stared at his wide body getting comfortable, filling my bed just the way I’d known he would.
I adored his thick shoulders, and from this angle could study the tattoo that dominated the right one.
“Damn, I’ve missed pussy,” he said, eyes closed and breathing deeply. “I may be some time down here.”
“Take as long as you need,” I murmured. “Oh...ow...” I shifted and brought up my knees.
He’d swiped his tongue over my sensitive clit.
He did it again then up, down, sideways, back again. It was a hard, sharp movement. “Oh, fuck...” I said, darting my hand down to protect myself. “Less is more.”
He glanced up at me.
Our eyes connected.
“Don’t whip it,” I said, “treat it like it’s delicate. Press, just above it.” I moved my hand and cupped his cheek. “It’s okay. Do it.”
He looked at my pussy again and poked out his tongue. This time he applied firm pressure with the flat just above my clit, right where I liked it.
“Mmm...yeah,” I said, gripping the headboard again. “That’s it, just there. More, with that part of your tongue, not the tip.” I had no qualms about giving instructions. I’d been telling Shay what to do and where for years. “Push inside me with your fingers. Feel how wet I am for you.”
He kind of groaned.
I breathed in the scent of my fragrant heat.
He stroked through my ridges and hidden folds.
Goosebumps sprang up on my skin.
Then he spread me apart and entered me with two fingers right up to his knuckles.
I pushed down onto him. A mewling sound escaped my lips. It was bliss-laced frustration. My body needed more—more filling, more pressure, more of everything.
He stroked his fingers around inside me and I ached for something thicker, more solid. “Give me it all,” I said. “Three fingers, your tongue...your cock.”
My cunt was stretched wide as he penetrated me with three thick fingers. “Ah...yeah...” I said, squeezing my eyes shut and panting through the dense, deep sensation. “Fuck yeah...”
He curled his fingers and found my G-spot.
I bucked toward him. “God, you’ve found it, yes...just there...rub me...”
He did.
The fretting pressure around my clit increased too. My climax was building.
“Miller...” I gasped, tossing my head left then right. Brilliant bright lights were flashing behind my eyelids.
My legs tensed and trembled, my inner thighs locking him to me.
Still he carried on, working me inside and out.
“Yes, yes...I’m coming.” I gasped.
The muscles in my belly contracted, bunching me forward. I released the headboard and gripped his head.
He didn’t appear to notice, instead stayed with me as I rode his mouth and his fingers and claimed a fast, steel-hard orgasm that stole my breath and made my heart thud violently. My pulse, loud in my ears, was drowned out by my cries of delight. Climactic waves seized me, holding me hostage to bliss. Still I bucked for more, thrust myself onto him.
I’d come so hard, spasms were still contracting around his fingers.
“Oh, God, please, it’s so much...” I pulled at his head, my left hand curled around his ear.
He lifted and stared at me.
My vision was a little hazed but I could see his cheeks were red and his mouth and chin shiny with my juice.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said, continuing to fuck me with his fingers and creating soft, wet noises.
“ it.” I released his head and gripped the sheet, continued to take his fingers into my pussy as the last thuds of my orgasm played out.
He ducked his head and kissed my mound, my clit, the damp folds of my labia. “I told you I may be some time down here,” he said, nipping my inner thigh with his teeth then kissing the sore spot.
“Mmm...stay as long as you want.” I widened my legs, feeling free, wanton, adored. I wanted Miller to have all of me, as much of my pussy as he could handle. Damn, the bloke deserved it after all of this time.

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Sunday 22 November 2015

Sunday Snog - Muscling In by Lily Harlem #newrelease #excerpt #erotica #menage

Welcome to Sunday Snog, here's a smooch from my new menage a trois novel Muscling In.

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place. 

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest. 

Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping? 

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all. 

“Fucking hell you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, slipping his hand into my hair, his palm scraping over my ear.
“Ed...” I said breathily.
“So fucking beautiful. Coben’s a lucky guy to have you.”
“You can have me too.”
He mashed his lips together. A small tendon jumped in his
cheek, beneath the bruising there.
My heart galloped and my stomach lurched in anticipation of
what I was about to ask. “If you want me, that is.”
He pulled my face to his and hovered his lips over mine. “Did
you ever doubt that?”
“You shouldn’t have.”
He kissed me in a hot, hard way that sent white-hot need racing through my veins. The sweetcorn fell to the floor as he wound his arm around my waist and tugged me closer. His hold on me was vice-tight, his strength evident in every muscle beneath my palms.
I straddled his legs and he urged me to sit on his thighs. Our heads now level, the kiss deepened. Our tongues tangled, our breaths quickened. I wanted him. I wanted Ed in my pussy, fucking me. The way he’d fucked Coben with determination and desperation, I wanted that too. And damn the guy deserved it after what he’d been through.
He fisted the hair on my crown and tugged.
I was forced to tip my head back and as I stared at the ceiling he kissed and nibbled his way down my neck.
“Oh God,” I moaned. Each section of skin he’d touched felt so alive. I rocked forward and felt the bulge of his erection forcing itself on his leathers.
“Ah yeah,” he moaned. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” He slipped his hand up the inside of my top and cupped my right breast.
“More.” I pushed my crotch over his, feeling the thickness of his shaft even through our clothing.
“Much more.” He squeezed my breast over my bra, gathering up all the flesh and the cup.
I squirmed in exquisite discomfort.
He released the tight hold on my hair and I looked at him again.
His lips were damp and slightly parted and there was a flush on his cheeks. “You’re the perfect woman,” he murmured. “Hot and sexy, yet gentle and kind. I want you. I want all of you.”
“And I want you.” I cupped his cheeks and held his face.
A sudden bolt of realization hit me. We couldn’t do this. Not without Coben. It wasn’t fair. I belonged to him. I was his wife. And although he was looking forward to the threesome fantasy and had been fucked by Ed it was something we all needed to do together.
“Coben,” I managed.
“Yeah, he’ll be home soon right.” He leaned in for another kiss.
“Yes, but...”
“Oh fuck, there’s a but?” He stilled.

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Saturday 21 November 2015

Special Guest - Lea Bronsen

Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes?

In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she'd spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives?

Wait no more: They're here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story :)


The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test.

Will their love be strong enough to have a future?


While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof. “You got everything?”

“Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?”

My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now.

A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”

Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.

I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car. “Come on.”

“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance.

I unlock and push the wood door open. “I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”

“When are they gonna fix it?”

“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”

“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me.

Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.

“Oh!” He laughs.

As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him.

Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness. “What are you up to?”

“You have a problem?” I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.

“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me.

How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol.

He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed. “This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.

“One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.

Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other.

But this isn’t the right place. We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else.

Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.

As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies. “Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving.

He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.


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Lea Bronsen

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

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