Cover Reveal - SHARED and SHARED TOO

Wow, today I have not one but two cover reveals for you. My super-sexy and very popular SHARED and SHARED TOO have been revamped and are due for release in August.

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Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.

She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.

She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.

Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.

But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity. 

I soon realized the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking, but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.

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Now available for pre-order COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES due for release on 22nd July!

All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night. 

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up. 

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible. 

**Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.** 

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Masturbation Monday

Welcome to another wonderful Masturbation Monday. My novel COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES, is due for release on Friday 22nd July so I thought I'd share a sexy scene in the shower. The gorgeous hero is getting inventive with the spray hose!

 - please note, COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES, was previously published with different cover art.

“I think I might take a shower,” I said after a few minutes. My skin was cooling and I’d become aware of a damp tackiness between my legs. 

He turned his head and grinned. “Want company?” 

“Mm, that would be another first.” 

He twitched his eyebrows and stood. “Well, we’ll have to make it count then.” He reached for my hand, tugged me to standing and led me to the bathroom. 

Within seconds the huge shower cubicle was filled with hot, swirling steam. I slipped off my stockings and we stepped under the torrent of water. Drawing me close, he set about kissing me, lazily, indulgently as the water soaked over our hair and bodies. Gently, he nibbled down my neck and across my collarbone while exploring my back and butt with his hands. 

The feel of a hot, wet body pressed against mine in the shower was divine. He was hard and slippery, and the hairs on his forearms, chest and abdomen as they brushed across my sensitive skin, utterly delicious. 

“You have a great bum,” he said, cupping a butt cheek in each palm and squeezing.

“Thanks,” I giggled.

“Just the right size for me to grope.” He grinned and continued to massage. Buzzing sensations traveled to my pussy, his enjoyment of my rear a total turn-on. 

He furrowed his brow. “Damn, I should have got those condoms before I jumped in this shower with you. We could have found your other sweet spot in here and I could have worshipped your butt while it was all wet and slippery.” 

Lust screamed through me again, his words an aphrodisiac all on their own. God, I wanted him in me again, burying fast and hard from behind, finding my G-spot, making me cry out with pleasure. “So go, go and get some,” I said, blinking water from my eyes. 

“I will in a minute.” He reached for the hand attachment of the shower. “Once I’ve made sure your first shared shower is memorable.” 

I stared at his handsome face as he adjusted the water setting on the attachment, making the stream hard and fast. If I never had a shower with another guy in my life I would be quite happy. He needed to do nothing other than just stand there naked, wet and gorgeous and it was perfect. He was so damn sexy, how could anyone else ever compare? 

“Like this,” he said, backing me up until my shoulders hit smooth, cool tiles. 

He blasted the jet into his palm then reached for my hand and did the same to me. It tickled in a strong, vibrating way. I curled my fist around the spray. 

“Do you trust me?” 

I nodded. 

“Then go with it, just enjoy.” He pulled my arm straight and moved the jet of water up the inside of my forearm, over the delicate underside of my elbow and onto my shoulder. My sensitive skin greedily lapped up the pounding sensation. 

What is he doing? 

He moved the jet down my collarbone and onto the top rise of my breast, watching his movements carefully. 

My breasts felt heavy with desire, my nipples had puckered. The stream of beating water moved lower, then circled my areola. 

“Shane,” I gasped, holding on to his wrist. The hard sensation was new and deep. 

“Shh,” he soothed, keeping the jet perfectly still so that it pounded relentlessly at my nipple. “Does it feel nice?” 

“Yes, different, but yes, nice.” I pinched my other nipple, twisting it between my fingers and tugging until pain mixed with the sensations. 

He smiled as though again enjoying my uninhibited actions. “It’s going to feel even nicer down here.” The water moved downward, over my ribs and navel. “Open your legs, honey, and you should lock your knees.” 

My mind spun as I realized what he was going to do. “I-I don’t know.” 

“It’s okay,” he said, kissing me gently. “I can’t make you come with my cock until I’ve stocked up on condoms, but you’ll like this way of climaxing, I’m sure of it.” 

I parted my legs as the beating water pounded over my pubic hair. Still I kept hold of his wrist. The jet was so strong, so forceful, and I needed to have some control as it went near my most delicate flesh. 

He glanced down, his black eyelashes heavy with drips. Using his free hand, he parted my folds to reveal my pale, still-swollen clit. 

“So pretty,” he murmured. 

The water hit. 

“Ah!” I went up on my tiptoes and shifted away. 

“Stay with it,” he said. “You’ll come fast and hard, just stay with it.” 

“It’s too much.” I shook my head and writhed against the tiles. 

He grinned and pressed his legs to mine, pinning me in place. “You said that last time and ended up having a wild ride, remember?” 

I swallowed. He was right. I wanted to do as he asked, really I did.

“Ashley,” he murmured onto my lips. “Trust me to make you feel good.” 

The water was back, hammering through my pubic hair. I nodded, sucking in a hot, wet breath and bracing for it hitting my delicate clit again. 

This time I forced myself not to move as it connected. “Oh god,” I groaned into his mouth. The sensation was so intense, so concentrated. 

“Come,” he murmured. “Come again, beautiful lady.” 

Already my orgasm was growing and suddenly the thought of moving away from the water pressure was unthinkable. It felt fabulous, amazing. The strong stimulation direct and focused, building me up so quickly my head spun and my muscles trembled. 

“Shane,” I gasped, clutching his shoulder for support. “I’m going to…” 

“I know, take it.” 

I was floating, nothing existed except for Shane directing hammering water at my clit. I shut my eyes, started to call out but no sound emerged. The plane of bliss I was on was vibrant and all-consuming. 

Then my pussy was clamping down, spasming around nothing, and my clit exploded in ecstatic, throbbing pulsations. 

“Ah god, yes, yes, please, no more.” 

The shower attachment fell to the floor, freeing my clit of the wicked water. He kissed me, hard, pulling me into his body. 

My knees would barely hold me and I clung to him as my whole pelvis contracted over and over. I gasped at the speed and ferocity he’d brought me to climax with his naughty little trick. I was hot and feverish and aware of sweat pricking over my body even though I was standing beneath a shower of water. 

“I told you to trust me,” he said, nipping my bottom lip lightly then trailing kisses to the hollow of my throat. “I know my way around a woman’s body, and yours is just about the sweetest and most responsive I’ve ever had the pleasure of exploring.” 

Fluttering my eyes shut, I reveled in his delicate kisses and his raw strength. “Keep exploring, I like it.” 

He chuckled, reaching for the shower gel and filling his palms with the spicy ginger liquid. With a quick rub of his hands it turned to white foam. “Turn around, honey.” 

I did as he instructed and he coated my back in suds, creeping his hands ’round to slide over my breasts and down between my legs. “How did you?” I paused. “I mean how do you know something like that?” 

His lips were by my ear. “What do you mean?” 

“How did you know the water would make me come so fast?” 

“You really want to know?” 

I nodded. 

He sighed. “I surprised Mandy in the shower once. She was squatted on the floor getting herself off with the hard stream of water from the mobile attachment.” 

“Oh.” I pictured his ex-wife, beautiful I was sure, masturbating in the shower as she waited for him to join her and start the real thing. “I see.” 

He tweaked my soapy nipples. “We’d just made love. I guess she’d faked it and headed off to the shower to find her release.” 

Faked it? With Shane? 

It was unthinkable. I could orgasm again just from him rubbing suds on my breasts. The woman had something seriously wrong with her. 

I turned to face him and the water washed away the bubbles on my chest. “Well, I’m sorry if that made you feel bad, which I’m sure it did, but I’m not sorry you discovered that unique shower experience for me to enjoy.” I kissed him and his hard cock strained against my belly. 

“Mm,” he murmured. “I’m glad it worked so well.” He probed his tongue into my mouth and tangled it with mine, slid his hands down my back and onto my butt. “Ah, fuck.” He pulled away from our wet, rapidly intensifying kiss. “If I don’t get outta here now and go get those condoms, you, Ashley, could find yourself the mother of my child.” He pulled away and grinned broadly. “I’ll be back in ten minutes, go get some rest. You’ll need it.” 

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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a snippet from THAT FILTHY BOOK which is now available across the UK in WHSmith stores.

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.

“Do you think we ought to do some sightseeing or something?” I asked, wondering, if he’d answer in the affirmative, whether I could muster the energy to get dressed let alone waltz through the nearby park or visit the art museum. We’d promised ourselves an afternoon of appreciating art, gazing at the beauty created by others and discussing how each piece made us feel inside.

“We could do,” he said. “After.”

“After what?” I smiled, my bunching cheek squashed against his shoulder blade, my breasts heated from his skin. The rest of me felt chilled, as though I needed the whole of him wrapped around me, arms and legs a warm embrace.

“After I fuck you against this window.”

I gasped, widening my eyes at what he’d said. It seemed he’d returned to his old self more easily than I had. I wanted to answer that he could fuck me against anything he liked, anytime he wanted—he didn’t have to ask. He could just grab me, pin me down and forge into me. I wanted it hard and fast, hot and panting, my body at his mercy. Whatever he wanted to do to me, he could.

There it was again, that urge to give up control to him completely. A fuck where I had no say in it. His rules, his pleasure. It flooded my mind like a cloud of dangerous desire.

But again I didn’t say anything about handing over control. The words wouldn’t come, stuck in my throat as they were, a big ball of unspoken needs that swelled to be released. Pushing, expanding.

“Talk to me,” he said. “Like you used to. Dirty and rough. While there’s no one but me to hear you.”

A sudden bout of insecurity gripped me, a closing fist around my heart, creating a flutter of panic and the inability to breathe properly. I’d been so free and easy before we’d had the girls, so ready to try anything, do anything; caught up in the first flush of love. And now...

“I can’t.” I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the feeling to pass.

“Can’t?”

He covered my hands with his, the warmth of his touch giving me a jolt of longing. I imagined those hands roving my skin, seeking out my special places, erogenous zones that he knew by heart. My pulse thrummed, loud in my ears, the throb of my heartbeat an almost violent smack against my ribs. I cracked open my eyes, peeked around him to see his fingertips pressed down on my hand, the ends white where he held me so tightly. Did he hold me like that because he’d anticipated a negative answer? A rush of guilt took over me, heating my cheeks and bringing on the need to cry. I was spoiling this, wasn’t I—by not keeping to my promise to play the game as though we were free spirits who could do anything we wanted?

“I feel stupid,” I said quietly, wanting him to take over, to talk to me dirty and remind me how it was done.

Because I had forgotten.

“Stupid? Why?”

His chest inflated, his back rising beneath my face, and he held his breath.

“Because...because I’ve forgotten how to do it. And if I say what I want, it might not come out right and I’ll feel silly.”

He turned, just that movement alone soaking my cunt, and cradled me against him.

Hands on my back, he rubbed them up and down, the motion soothing, chasing away the goosebumps, giving me the sense that everything would always be all right when he held me like this. He was magic, my husband, this man who had promised to take care of me until the day he died, ensuring I was never sad, never had reason to cry. I was the kind of woman who floundered without him near, who, when panicked or insecure, only needed him to walk in the room and everything bad would melt away.

“You never have to feel silly with me,” he said, the words low and reassuring. “Never. I’ve told you that before. Did you forget that too?”

How could I? He’d said it often enough, and I wondered then whether he got tired of his constant encouragement, of always having to work to make me believe him. He was devoted, I knew that. Knew it deep inside me, where I kept the special memories, the nuggets of love he’d shown me, those private moments between us that no one else knew about. Small touches, glances in a crowded room, even in the supermarket, where the gap between us was too wide and I wanted nothing more than to rush to him, to have his arms about me.

To have the cushioned feeling of being adored.

I embraced him, splaying my palms on his back and resting my cheek on his chest. His heart beat wildly, a manic rhythm that matched mine, as though we both anticipated what was to come. We knew I would give it a try, that I’d utter words I hadn’t spoken in years, in a voice that was husky and all kinds of sexy.

We just had to wait for me to fully come back. She was there, simmering below the surface, filling my mind with all manner of filthy things—she just needed that extra push to come out, that was all.

“Tell me. Remind me what I used to say,” I whispered. I held my breath, knowing I would blush when he recited words from the past. How had I become so...boring? So shy?

“Ah, that’s easy. I’ll never forget.” He held me tighter, his warmth oozing into my skin like the heat of bath water. “Some days I sit and remember, think about the old days and wish—”

“That I was like that again?” Oh, God. I’ve made him as boring as me, having to turn to daydreams in order to get his jollies. How long has he been thinking of the past?

He took a moment before he answered. Weighing up how to phrase it, I’d bet. “Not necessarily that, no. Just wishing that you’d let yourself go every so often. Not be so good all the time.”

“Good?” I lifted my head and stared up at him, into dark brown eyes that melted my knees with their long, thick black lashes. “Is that what I am now? Good?”

God, I was boring. I’d slipped into that rut people talked about. The one where the wife became staid and unyielding in the bedroom. Where a bed was just for sleeping, maybe a quick fuck once a month. The rut I’d always vowed never to get into. But that rut was deep; it went so far down that I couldn’t see over the damn top when it came to talking dirty. I bristled, knowing exactly what he meant, knowing I ought to keep my mouth shut because I’d let things spill out that weren’t intended for him. No, what I wanted to say was a torrent of sentences berating myself, and I couldn’t do that, not in front of Jacob. He said it hurt him when I put myself down. Like a physical pain deep inside. If I ranted now, I’d do so knowing I’d upset him.

He stroked my face with both hands, staring down at me as though I was the most precious thing to walk the planet, and I felt wretched. For letting him down. Becoming ‘one of those women’. For allowing us to change.

“Tell me,” I said, disliking the begging tone that rimmed the words. “Come on. Tell me what I used to say. Help me say it again.”

I was desperate now, truly desperate to recapture what we’d once had. The thought of how we’d been lately... God, it was shameful. I wanted to say the words so badly, but something blocked their exit. They were all there in my head; delicious, filthy sentences that would make any grandmother’s toes curl; ones I’d read in a book many years ago, yet when I opened my mouth to force them out, they lodged in my throat. Frustration added to desperation made me whimper. I felt so helpless, useless, a stupid, insecure bundle of nerves.

He smiled, a stretch of those beautiful lips that showed his straight teeth, all except the one canine that stuck out a little. “Let me see. What did you used to say...?”

My heart contracted with love for him. He was doing what he always did—making everything okay again. Taking the pressure off me and having the burden on his shoulders. How the hell had I been so lucky to find him, to keep him? My eyes stung, and I blinked, swallowed hard and prayed the tears wouldn’t fall.

He glanced up at the ceiling, a teasing gesture that had me wanting to grasp him around the neck and force his gaze back to me. I wanted to reach up and touch the knobbly scar beside his eye, to brush my thumb down his cheek. His pretence of being deep in thought drove a spike of new frustration into my gut, yet I smiled, because as well as doing this for me, he was playing with me. Enjoying it, too.

“Fuck my cunt,” he said, lowering his head so his gaze met mine again. “Fuck my cunt, that’s what you used to say. Jacob, come over here and lick my wet pussy.” He brushed his lips over mine. “Remember that?”

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My Sexy Showdown ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS150

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, this week we're all about what makes sexy, in my new release CUFFED, it's a menage a trois that's working for our heroine Roxy, and lucky girl has two hot cops ready to sate her every desire!

Rudy leaned forward and slid his hand from her foot to her knee. “Are you sure about this?”

“About what?”

“Both of us.”

“Of course.” She smiled in what she hoped was a super-confident way. Inside, she was nervous and excited. Two men. Really? Her. It had been Jeremy for so long, and now...

“I’m so glad you didn’t get seriously hurt,” Vincent said, cupping her breasts beneath the water line.

“Me, too.” She blew out a breath. It was wonderful to be touched. Skin on skin.

“I’d have felt so responsible,” Vincent went on.

“Don’t talk about it. Make me forget.”

“Oh, we can do that alright.” Rudy slid his hand higher up her inner thigh; his face came closer to hers.

“Then start, Officer.” Phew, where had her sassiness come from?

His eyes were dark and heavy as he sought out her pussy and pushed into her entrance. Water slipped in, along with his finger, heating her insides.

She moaned quietly, enjoying the invasion.

“Did Rudy get it right for you?” Vincent asked. “When you were alone together.”

“Yes.” She pulled in a breath. “Yes. He did.”

Rudy grinned at her, a smug smile, which somehow made him all the sexier.

Vincent caught her hard nipples between his fingers and squeezed. “Well, multiply that by two, babe, because it’s what you’re going to get now. We’ll make you forget everything.”

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Cover Reveal COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES by Lily Harlem #erotic #romance #ebook #comingsoon

Set to hit the shelves on 22nd July, my seriously sexy romance, COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES. I love the new cover (courtesy of Posh Gosh) Francis Cura is such a good Shane!

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All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night. 

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up. 

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.

Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.