Anything for Him - FREE first chapter

Anything for Him, my co-authored novel with Natalie Dae, is now featured on D Renee Bagby's first chapter blog!

Sneak Peek and Sunday Snog - Smut for Chocoholics #SneakPeekSunday

Pucker up - it's Sunday and time for a sneak peek at another snog. This week it's a delicious one from Red Carpet Sweat my short story in the erotic anthology Smut for Chocoholics. After years together Hollywood A-lister Tatyana is finally getting up close and personal with her sexy bodyguard, but all is not as it seems...

Suddenly I was in the air. He’d swooped me up, without breaking the kiss, and was striding toward the bed.

He dropped me on the covers, knocking the breath from my lungs. 

“Get those scraps of material off,” he said, nodding at my bra, pulling free his tie and tossing it aside.

I did as he asked though my hands were shaking. I was so turned on, but also apprehensive. I’d never seen Krane moving with such urgency - except that time he’d taken the bullet, but that was all a bit of a blur. Now he was undressing with flawless efficiency, removing his clothes and toeing off his shoes. The look on his face was one of focus and determination. I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d unleashed.

Saturday Spankings - The Glass Knot #SatSpanks

Another Saturday means another spank - just one quick slap today but hopefully you'll want more from The Glass Knot, my m/m/f novel available from Amazon.

Releasing the mirror with one hand, I spread my palm over her head and sank my fingers into the soft hair piled there, needing connection as I came.

She was sucking with vigor, her hands in on the act, cupping and rotating my balls, sliding up and down my shaft whenever she went shallow. And her tongue, her wicked tongue, was playing with my slit, flicking across my frenulum. Juicy little slurping noises rose from her mouth as she increased her pace.

“Oh, oh, I’m coming,” I warned. Though it didn’t matter, both of my generous lovers liked me to come in their mouths, but it seemed gentlemanly to warn of its impending arrival.

“Yes, come, come, now, with me,” Josh ordered.

His hand came down on my ass in a stinging slap, and I allowed all the wild, glorious sensations I was being bombarded with, to erupt, burst out of me in a raging, torrent of release. 

Thank you for stopping by :-)

Lily x

Feeling Lucky?

A big welcome to the Lucky in Love Blog Hop and happy St Patrick's Day.

1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more! 

It's great that you're here and are you feeling lucky? Not just with the awesome prizes that are on offer but in the other department too, that's right, love...?

For many of us love comes along when we least expect it. Sometimes it's a bolt out of the blue, the connection of eyes across a crowded room or spotting the perfect denim clad butt strolling down the street! For others it grows slower, from friendship, getting to know the person first and then letting the love and lust bloom.

Whatever way it hits, you're definitely lucky to find love. Certainly that's the way I feel. I met my lovely Mr Harlem at work. I was nursing in a London hospital and he was a friend of a friend, we were introduced and then our paths kept crossing. It was like after we'd noticed each other there was a certain magnetism there.

After a while he asked me out for a drink. It was just the hospital social club but it worked for us, it was nice and relaxed and he was easy going. The next week we to see a film - I think it was one of the Lethal Weapon movies, not everso romantic but I had a thing for Mel Gibson at the time so it worked for me. Soon we'd got in the habit of spending more and more time together and I found myself looking forward to seeing him, it became the highlight of my week.

I did feel very lucky, because he seemed to feel the same way. Love had caught us in it's delicious trap and we we're happy to be captive.

Soon it worked out we had a week off together and he suggested a trip away to a sunny climate. Perfect to escape the grey drizzle that London had been swamped in. Needless to say we had a wonderful time, cocktails on the beach and long sultry nights. The perfect antidote to our high-paced jobs. 

I don't think we were unusual to meet at work, that's how a lot of people get lucky. Certainly the nurse in my latest Harper Collins release gets incredibly lucky. Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse is all about her sexy dark corner antics. She really is incorrigible, but I adored using memories and incidents from my nursing days as I wrote this story. It was so much fun and certainly full of late night shenanigans.

Mischief website.

Blurb

I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. Needless to say I’ve seen it all over the years, been there and done that, what’s left to shock me isn’t worth knowing. But it’s so often the quieter nighttime where the real high jinx abound.

Yes, the nocturnal life is the one for me. With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats and dangling stethoscopes, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cozy linen cupboards.

Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t? But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me. A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme.

Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse isn't my only book that sees couples getting together in the workplace. The hockey players in my Hot Ice series manage this too...

I'm going to give away a copy of Hired (ebook pdf) to one lucky winner who leaves a comment telling me which of my book covers is their favourite - check out the sidebar on the right. Don't forget to leave your email address in the comment box so I can send the prize if you win.

All my books are also available on Amazon US Amazon UK Kobo B&N, ARe, Sony, plus many more...

Thanks for stopping by and have fun hopping.

Lily x

A Lip Smacking Story!

When I got an email from Kev Mitnik of Sexy Reads asking me if I’d like to write for a chocolate anthology I didn’t hesitate to say yes, even though my to-do list was as long as my arm. I couldn’t resist, a bit like the real thing if I’m honest, chocolate just talks to me, beckons me, orders me to bend to its will!

I’ll be truthful here though, I had to wait a while for inspiration to strike. I had a few ideas; chocolate fondue’s featured in the majority of them along with gorgeous naked men with eager tongues and plenty of marshmallows and strawberries. I won’t deny I was heading down that track, but then I watched an American award ceremony and was totally taken by something that was going on just off scene.

The A-lister actress – I’m not sure who she was – was swanning down the red carpet looking absolutely divine in a long scarlet dress, and in the background, watching her every move and looking as equally delectable, was a big guy in a black suit with an ear piece. Obviously her bodyguard.

The relationship between the two intrigued me. She glanced at him only once as she made her way into the posh hotel, or was it a theatre, and that was when someone jumped a barrier nearby. Regular security pushed the rogue fan away, no harm done and she smiled throughout the whole ordeal. But that split second of connection, that glance, spoke volumes. In it was trust, reassurance, a willingness to do as instructed all coated in this need to keep up appearances. She was fine, all was cool. She had her back up plan, her knight, her protector.

It was then that I got back to thinking of my chocolate story again. I wanted it to be a bit different, and rather than a tale about gorging on the lovely stuff, I thought how about just a nibble, just a tiny bit. Will it still have the same psychological impact? The same heavenly moment of YUM? I decided it would because it’s all about the person indulging, we’re all so different, and lets face it, none more so that the Hollywood starlet. And the pressure on her, to get into that dress, size 0, it must be phenomenal.

So that’s how Red Carpet Sweat was born. Hot young actress, gorgeous bodyguard willing to do anything for her, and a tiny but perfectly placed chocolate bar that releases sin and temptation. Phew - the temperature soon cranks up to melting point in that hotel room!

You can get your copy of Smut for Chocoholics here and indulge in many more tasty stories from a host of deliciously naughty authors.

Lily x

Smut Alfresco edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse

Sex in the great outdoors is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the dramatic gritstone escarpments of Derbyshire’s Peak District, to a quiet caravan site in deepest Wales, Smut Alfresco has it all. Whatever your interpretation of frisky outdoor fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Sexy woodsmen, daring couples, rock stars, cougars, map enthusiasts, mattresses, ex-lovers, tour guides, hunky sheriffs and nature reserve rangers all appear in this hot collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Includes stories from: Violet Fields, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Jacqueline Brocker, Wendi Zwaduk, K T Red, Tilly Hunter, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Tenille Brown, Cass Peterson, Jenny Lyn and Nicole Gestalt.

Available from:

ARe   Amazon UK    Amazon US

Other links added here as they become available.

*****

Excerpt from Being Free by Lucy Felthouse

Violet slammed down the lid of her laptop with far more force than was necessary. She flinched, thinking perhaps she might have cracked the screen or broken one of the machine’s internal components. Then she shrugged, realising she didn’t care if she had. It was her work’s computer, after all, not hers. If it was fucked, they’d have to replace it. And it would serve them right, too. Bastards.

The reason she was pissed off was the fact she was in work at all. It was Saturday, and the previous afternoon her useless boss had dumped a project on her, stating it had to be finished by Monday, no matter how long it took. He’d then added that he was going away for the weekend, meaning it was all down to her. The selfish, disorganised wanker. It wouldn’t be so bad, but she hadn’t had a pay rise for two years, and when she went above and beyond for her job, she didn’t get so much as a thank you, let alone be paid any overtime. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, either.

Well, fuck them. She wasn’t going to be a doormat—or her boss’ scapegoat—any more. Let them try and sack her—she wasn’t doing anything remotely wrong, and they couldn’t make her working life any more hellish than it already was.

She stood up sharply, sending her swivel chair careening backwards across the room until it hit the wall. She shrugged again, she still didn’t care. Let it chip the fucking paintwork, or a bust a hole in the plasterboard. No one else was there, so nobody could prove or disprove that it had been an accident.

Pausing to switch the lights off—she was pissed off at her employers, not the environment—she left the offices, setting the alarm before closing the door behind her. Stuffing her access swipe card into her handbag, she heaved a sigh of relief. There would probably be hell to pay for her stunt on Monday, but she’d worry about that then. Right now, she was just desperate to get out. Into the countryside, or, given she was in central London, to a green space, at the very least.

From where she worked, Green Park was probably the closest, but she figured Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens were bigger, so she’d be more likely to find a secluded spot where she could just be by herself. The last thing she needed now was to have to deal with other people.

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