DESSERT

This is my contribution to the hotly anticipated and fabulous new Ellora's Cave for Men line. I have just received this gorgeous cover and completely adore it. I particularly like the placement of the pink gerberas.

No release date as yet, but put it on your man's TBR list. I can guarantee it will get him hot under the collar and ready for action.


Lily x

Shared

It is two years since I wrote my debut novel for Ellora's Cave, SHARED, and yesterday I came across another lovely review. It never fails to bring a smile to my face when I find out someone has enjoyed Liam, Quinn and Ariane's story.

A sexy reads review

Shared is a riveting tale of sexual awakening told in the first person, blazzingly hot throughout this is a sex packed extraveganza which I thoroughly enjoyed. The writing is passionate and honest with the intense pleasure Araine feels conveyed perfectly.

Full of experimentation and wild escapades as the lead almost looses herself in this new found pit of pleasure and desire it makes for some sizzling scenes that I just know you’ll re-read over and over wanting to experience all that Lily Harlem has to offer.This tasty tale isn’t just about the lady though! The boys are stoking the flames of her desire as well as experiencing their own awakenings, these alternative personalities are handled well giving them real depth and leaving you with characters you really care about and want to see happy.

This was a book I raced through and really enjoyed. It’s a stunning exploration of the joys of alternative lifestyles and should be on everyones read soon list!

The Initiate by Miranda Lake

The Lady Hysena Macarydias, teenage daughter of the most noble house of Qalle, finds her illusion of how life will be as an Initiate at the formidable Citadel utterly shattered.

The excesses of Father Tarrip, High Priest of the Holy Prophet, would be beyond the endurance of the terrified girls in his charge were it not for the efforts of Sister Maria, who as an Adept of the secretive and forbidden Society of T’arn, is able to control him – but only to a degree.

But Maria has concerns beyond the fate of the pampered young ladies of Qalle aristocracy; the delicately balanced peace between the warring nations is under threat, and the very future of the planet may be in her hands.

The struggle for control of Qalle is a secret one, known to only a few. Caught between the opposing factions are the innocent Initiates: Hysena, the beautiful, intelligent yet naive Lady; Jagdig, the formidable warrior girl of Kallinia; plump Princess Leel of Calith; tiny, demure Silka of Sis Narash and the others.

And, somewhere within the sprawling walls and forbidding towers of the ancient Citadel, are the Acolytes, male counterparts to the Initiates, who in the timeless manner of young men everywhere will undertake any risk if it may result in the chance to meet young women, even if that risk may result in disaster...

The world of Qalle is a world of cruelty, of pain, of punishment. A world of plot, counter-plot and intrigue, but which still allows time enough for love, tenderness and yearning desire.

First published some years ago, The Initiate by Miranda Lake is now available in downloadable form for the first time – one of the most erotic novels to be published this century.

Excerpt


Xarrith was right, he reflected. Risk did make the blood sing, but what risk! He did not know what punishment would follow discovery on such an adventure, but had not been joking when he suggested to Xarrith that he feared for their very survival. His researches into the Citadel had offered hints of people entering the forbidding walls never to be seen or heard of again. Was a few hours of ecstasy worth possible death? As he watched the taller of the two naked girls, now lying on her back with her legs held high and wide by the one with the magnificent breasts and the holy sister bringing the tokan down directly on her spread vagina, he almost thought that it was. As she plied the tokan between the open legs of Nephraan and heard her shrill scream as the whippy leather bit into her swollen labia, Sister Colya was wondering whether to order one (or both!) of the Initiates to lick her soaking cunt. With a grimace, she decided against this, knowing from experience that, while all of them would do this delightful service for each other, they hated to do it for their sister elder. Or at least this sister elder. She suspected that they showed no such reticence with Maria and felt a bitter pang of envy at the thought, bringing the tokan down with all her strength in her frustration. Nephraan screamed even louder as the cruel device once again bit into her exposed sex. The sound of the scream came clearly through the wall to the ears of the fascinated Tasnar. Unlike Xarrith who had seen punishments carried out on his people at home, in Sis Narash the though of treating another person in such a barbaric manner was anathema. He found the sight deeply shocking but even more exciting. Once again he applied his eye to the small hole in the ancient wall.

Big Blisse Kiss - Cross-Checked by Lily Harlem

A big welcome to a very special Valentine Sunday Snog and a million thanks to the wonderful Victoria Blisse for organising this event.

My snog comes from the second in my HOT ICE series, CROSS-CHECKED.

BLURB

Okay, I’ll admit it, I have a crazy, lust-infused crush. Brick, the sexy right-winger of the Orlando Vipers, is the star of all my erotic fantasies. Just a glimpse of him has me panting. So when the chance to actually work with this hot hockey player comes along, of course I say yes!

Being a world-class athlete myself, I have a strategic plan to have him all tied up with lust and desperate for me too. The thing is, plans never go smoothly. Especially when my heart pedals right into the vulnerable game of love again—completely unprotected.

Luckily this sinfully delicious superstar is just as hooked on me—phone sex, bondage, anal sex and rude piercings abound. Despite my tactical errors, Brick catches me when I fall, holds me when I cry and pleases me when I need it most. He’s hard on the outside, soft on the inside and plays one hell of determined game when it comes to finding the ultimate satisfaction.

SNOG

Taken from the end of Carly and Brick's first date, he's taking her home on his motorbike....

We drove back to my condo and once again I relished being so close to him. It was a nice habit to have slipped into so quickly and I pressed against the angle of his shoulder blade and hung on for the ride. 

When we pulled up outside my building I dismounted and fluffed my hair. He climbed off, lifted his shades to his forehead and balanced our helmets on the seat. 

“Thanks for lunch,” I said. 

“My pleasure. Come on, I’ll walk you to your door.” He glanced up and down the quiet street. 

“But it’s just there.” 

“So, I’ll walk you. Make sure you get home okay.” He shrugged. 

“Its broad daylight and this really is a very nice area.” I smiled and frowned at the same time. 

“So, it’s a date. I have rules. I want to make sure you get home safely.” 

I wasn’t sure how safe I was with him around. My body didn’t feel as if it was under control. Sin and a craving for dirty deeds were only a whisper away. The date had been exciting and charged with sexual tension and the fact he’d talked so freely about his emotional needs had only added a new, deeper layer to my admiration of him. 

He pressed a hand into the small of my back and urged me to the entrance of my building. I keyed in the code and stepped into the shaded cool of the small communal lobby . 

I turned to Brick. The door clicked shut. 

He reached out and pressed the palm of his right hand to my cheek. “Thanks for coming to lunch,” he said quietly. “I had a real nice time.” 

“Me too.” I leaned my cheek into his hand even though I knew I should say something tempting and suggestive then walk away. That was my plan. Not leaning into his calloused palm and staring up into his eyes. Definitely not swaying toward him as blood pounded to every erogenous zone I possessed. That was not what I was supposed to be doing. No way. 

He stepped closer and his big body loomed over mine. His shoulders were impossibly wide in my peripheral vision. “Carly,” he murmured. 

“Yes.” I studied the shadows slicing across his profile and a haze of fair stubble dusting his jaw and chin. 

“Am I allowed to kiss you on a first date?” He lowered his head and heat from his sweet breath washed over my cheek. 

I looked deeper into his eyes, sparkling from beneath hooded lids. They were the color of the forest floor gilded with late-afternoon sunlight. I’d dreamed of this moment. Looked at his eyes in magazines and on TV and wondered what it would be like to have them really there, hovering over me and brimming with desire. 

Now I knew. 

Now I knew it was wonderful. It felt like the moment I’d pushed my front pedal through the finish line in first position and heard the crowd lift the roof of the velodrome. 

“You’re taking a long time to decide,” he whispered as his other hand came up and circled the back of my neck. He tucked his fingers into my long hair and cradled the base of my skull. 

I caught my breath. The possessiveness of the touch knotted my stomach. The way he was holding my head was so dominant, so utterly masculine. “Yes,” I said quietly as darts of sensitivity snaked across my scalp. “Kissing is allowed.” 

He gave the tiniest of smiles, then his lips were on mine. Soft and gentle but also confident and determined. His tongue probed, I opened up and the tip slid into my mouth and met mine. I let out a small moan of pleasure. 

He continued to hold my head firm but the hand on my cheek dropped to my shoulder. His fingertips pressed into my flesh—stopped me falling into him and molding my body with his. 

“You taste so good,” he said into my mouth before dipping back in for another sample. This time it was hotter, more urgent. Soon it was a full, open-mouthed kiss that made my head spin and my heart ricochet off my chest wall. He was devouring me and I was taking what I could from him. 

I pressed my hands to the front of his chest and curled my fingers over his collarbone. The raw power beneath my palms was intoxicating, edgy. I wanted more. I wanted that power driving into me. I wanted him naked and at my mercy. I wanted to own him, pleasure him. I wanted to drag him upstairs and forget my crazy plan. I had basic needs demanding to be met. Now. 

He broke the kiss. “I have to go,” he said breathlessly. 

“What?” 

He released me, took a step back and reached for the door. “I’m sorry, Carly, but I have to go.” 

My arms fell to my sides and I faltered to regain my balance. I wasn’t sure how my watery legs were managing to support me. And my spine, my spine had turned to dust. 

“I’ll call you.” His lips were moist. His jaw set like stone. 

“Sure,” I said in a hoarse voice. 

He pulled open the door and heat from outside blasted in. “I’ll call you tomorrow, from Seattle.” 

And then he was gone. 

The door slammed shut on its heavy spring. 

I pressed my fingertips to my lips, tingling from the pressure of his kiss. I could taste his tongue on mine and still feel his hand in my hair. What the hell had happened? I was just about to throw all my plans in the air and get naked and primitive and he walked away. 

I turned and stabbed at the elevator button. Broke a nail. The doors opened immediately and I stomped in and hit two. 

He’d wanted me. I had no doubts about that. I’d seen it in his eyes. Felt it in his kiss. I could even smell desire in the air, his and mine. It was thick and vital, another presence. 

I stomped out of the elevator and let myself into my condo. Dashed straight to the balcony doors and peered out. He was climbing onto his bike. I watched as he adjusted his position on the seat and roared the engine awake. 

He turned and looked up. 

I ducked behind the curtain. 

The bike bellowed then screamed up the gears as he charged off. A loud, rude noise in the quiet street. So much for being inconspicuous. So much for my cool, calm plan. 

* * * * *

I hope you enjoyed Carly's first kiss with Brick. It really served her right for telling him at dinner that she wouldn't have sex with him on a first date :-) But if you stop by my blog again next week there is another snogging session with these two as the stars - Carly decides to take matters into her own hands and see if Brick really is telling the truth about his body jewellery!! 

And, to celebrate The Big Blisse Kiss I am going to give away a pdf copy of any novel in my HOT ICE series to one lucky winner - their choice whether its HIRED, CROSS-CHECKED or SLAP SHOT. Just leave a comment below and include your email address. I will pick a name at random on the 14th of February and be in touch.


Don't forget to head over to the Victoria Blisse site to find links to more delicious snogs and enter more great contests - good luck!

Lily x

When One Is Not Enough

I am at my fav. menage hang out today!!

Kris Anderson.

Please welcome Kris Anderson to my blog. Kris is chatting about my favourite narrative voice, the first person. Take it away Kris....

Hey Lily,

Whenever I start to write a new story, I always wonder what my central character will be like.

But I very quickly came to the conclusion when I started writing adult fiction that the central character would, in many respects, be the least important character of all.

In only two of my stories to date has the narrator even been given a name and generally there is very little physical description.

The reason for that is simple – with just a little imagination ‘I’ becomes ‘you’ and that places you right where you want to be – at the centre of the hot, steamy action.

The instant availability of every form of adult entertainment on the Internet might, you could guess, have made erotic literature almost redundant – why read when you can watch?

But no matter how explicit the image on screen, you are always a voyeur, looking at other people’s activities.

A well-written story – and for me that means one that is written in the first person – places the reader right at the heart of the matter, feeling the heat of the passion, enjoying the sensation of body against body, enjoying the intimacy, the stickiness, the pure pleasure of sex.

As you read on you should become increasingly involved in the narrator’s perspective, feel what he or she is feeling, enjoy what he or she is enjoying.

Overload that first person figure with too much detail and you create a fully defined character and the chance for the reader to enjoy that hugely pleasurable first hand experience is lost.

All you really need is the barest detail, enough to make the mechanics of the story function properly, and you have a hero to suit ever reader’s taste, as this excerpt from Masters and Servants, one of the raunchy yarns in my initial collection While the Wife’s Away, demonstrates…

The one person I knew I would really miss was Federico, or Fed the night guard, the handsome 25-year-old Italian with faltering English and the chiseled good looks and black hair of a Renaissance masterpiece.

He’d been on the night reception for a few months when, one night as I worked alone, he buzzed to tell me a late package I’d been waiting for had just been delivered by courier.

I told him to bring it through and engaged him in limited conversation as I opened the package and read the contents.

Then, without warning, he made his declaration, telling me in his broken English that he had been watching and waiting for the chance to speak to me alone.

He walked around the desk and, even though I knew I should discourage a security guard from making advances to a senior manager, I did nothing to stop him as he pulled me towards him for an intense, deep kiss, our tongues tangling together as we each probed the other’s mouth.

I certainly knew I shouldn’t be loosening his tie and pulling open his shirt to reveal a tight white singlet that hugged a fabulously sculpted and hairy chest that I caressed with eager enthusiasm.

And I did nothing but groan with pleasure as he dropped to his knees, undid the flies of my suit trousers and reached in to pull out my cock which he then proceeded to suck with an intensity that had me ejaculating into his mouth in a matter of minutes, a brief encounter -but sometimes the best sex is also the quickest.

I could perhaps try to create a third person narrative at some time in the future but I know I wouldn’t be as engrossed in its development, wouldn’t feel so emotionally involved or stimulated – and if I can’t lose myself completely in the emotions and sensations of the story, I can’t imagine why any other reader would either.

*****

While the Wife’s Away is a collection of three gay short stories.

While the Wife's Away: When the boss suggests an evening meeting at his home and makes it quite clear that his wife is away for the night, you can guarantee that there will be more than statistics and spread sheets on the agenda - and by the end of the night a new sort of business partnership has been created.

Masters and Servants: It's hard losing your job - and even harder looking for something new. But just how far will one man go to impress the boss? From steamy encounters in the office to passion in a scenic lift and shower room to lust in the potting shed, this is one job search that proves especially stimulating!

The Sin of Father Anthony: When a new priest arrives in town, one lapsed Catholic decides it's time to start attending Mass again - but he has more than absolution on his mind as he uses his girlfriend to get closer to the true object of his desire and give him a night he’ll never forget. From lusty housekeepers and choir mistresses to a hairy trucker with a taste for stockings and suspenders, this is a story packed with sexual thrills for a young man on a personal mission to satisfy his gay passions.

*****

Kris Andersson is an award-winning writer - and occasional actor - who specialises in gay erotica. His work has been described as both pacy and steamy. His current titles include While The Wife’s Away – a collection of three stories - Acts of Passion and A Special Gift. A fourth title is expected to be published very soon and will take Kris in a very different direction, a gay love story set against the horrors of the First World War and its aftermath.

While The Wife's Away sounds great Kris, can't wait to get my hands on a copy. Thanks for stopping by.

Lily x

Please welcome Victoria Blisse!!

Take it away Victoria...

Firstly, my thanks to Lily for having me over as her guest today!

Now I want to talk to you about something very dear to my heart: kissing. Our lips are packed with sensitive nerve endings so even a slight brush can send a cascade of pleasurable signals to the brain encouraging us to continue under the right circumstances and that’s a scientific fact. I mean, who doesn’t like a kiss? I love kissing as some of you no doubt already know. I run something called the Sunday Snog every Sunday and the lovely Lily often participates.

Basically lots of top notch authors post kisses from their books on their websites and link them up to my site so that readers can enjoy them all one after another. It’s a great way to spend some time on a Lazy Sunday!

Also some of you may know that I held a blog tour in December called Blissemas and it was very successful indeed. I wanted to do something just as fun for Valentine’s day but thought another month long thing might be pushing it a bit. So I came up with The Big Blisse Kiss. 

It’s a cross between Blissemas and my Sunday Snog! It’s just one day, Sunday the 12th February and it will be filled with the usually Sunday Snogging goodness. The difference? Every author participating will be offering a prize to the readers!

There’s going to be prizes galore! So you need to make sure you visit http://blissekiss.co.uk on the 12th February to enjoy all the kisses and the prizes. You might also want to visit there earlier than that as there is a section of free reads listed for your enjoyment.

You can’t beat a bit of flash fiction especially when it’s free! And now to get you in the mood I’ve got a snog for you from Silver Screen Dream  .

Here’s the blurb:

Book one in the Djinn's Amulet Series.

When true love conquers all, what is a djinn to do?

Johnny is a djinn, and he has a hard life. His master, Rahul, is a massive Bollywood star who’s run off to England to avoid an arranged marriage, a marriage Johnny has to make happen. It’s his job. Rahul further complicates matters by falling for a British Bollywood fan, Laura, whom he meets at a film premiere.

How can Johnny get his master back to Mumbai to marry the woman to whom he is pledged and away from the English hussy who is steadily taking more and more of his attention? Johnny will use revenge and jealousy, but how will he cope when true love is thrown into the mix?

Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.

And the kiss!

“Laura.”

I turned around at the low rumble of my name as it fell from the lips of my crush.

“Rahul, can I help?”

“Yes, I think you can,” he said. “I think only you can.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

I wish I’d had more time to appreciate it before my mind was swallowed with heat and desire. I wanted to have that slow-mo moment as the lovers run towards one another as the lust builds and the anticipation grows in the stomach of all those watching. I just had his lips on mine, his arms around me and the explosion of passion that made me feel weak. I don’t think I had anything to complain about, really.

He was rough and demanding. He ran his fingers into my hair and pulled out the sensible clip that held my rambunctious riot of curls up and out of the way. He grabbed my curly locks, pulled me tighter to his lips and I responded with equal intensity. I was dreaming, or at least I had magically had my deepest wish granted.

He roamed his hands from my head to my waist then down over my buttocks. His groan echoed through my body as he squeezed, and I opened my mouth wider in shocked arousal. He took advantage and slipped his tongue inside to dance with mine. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I just clung onto his shoulders like a woman who was about to swoon.

Leave me a comment about a memorable kiss, either one you’ver experienced or one you’ve read in a book and I’ll enter you into a draw to win a copy of Silver Screen Dream! So you can start your Big Blisse Kiss early! 

Victoria x x x

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Thanks so much for stopping by today, Victoria and chatting about one of my most favourite past times with the lovely Mr. Harlem

Can't wait for the Big Blisse Kiss - its on the calendar.

Lily x