Wednesday, 15 February 2017
Tuesday, 14 February 2017
Valentine's Day Giveaways
I'd like to wish you all a very happy Valentine's Day, I hope cupid has been on target!
But if he hasn't, I have some spicy love for you in the form of hot book boyfriends nestled in the pages of ebooks!
If you're a subscriber to KINDLE UNLIMITED, settle down with a glass of wine, a box of chocolates, and grab yourself a free read - there's lots to choose from!
Like sexy hockey players? Check out my HOT ICE series and if you want the first book FREE, all you have to do is sign up to my monthly newsletter to get your copy.
Fancy a sexy soccer player to light up your day? You won't go wrong with Lewis Tate, captain of the England football team. He plays hard and fast, and takes that attitude with him to the bedroom, much to a female sport reporter's delight! Read SCORED for FREE on Wattpad.
If you love MM romances that will heat your Kindle to combustion point. Don't miss CAUGHT ON CAMERA, a five part serial (each part fine as a standalone read) and Part One is FREE
And last but not least, if your man needs a little help to stimulate his imagination, try DESSERT, a sexy novella told from the male point of view and designed to get him in the mood. Let's just say...it worked a treat on Mr H!
Whatever you're doing today, I wish you love and laughter, joy and peace.
Lily x
Monday, 13 February 2017
Masturbation Monday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday.
I'm excited to announce that I have a story in this new collection BRITISH BAD BOYS which is coming soon! My story is titled ROUGH 'N' TOUGH and features a sexy Irish traveller who knows exactly how to treat a woman. Keep reading for an exclusive snippet...
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Dive into this boxed set of stories written by bestselling and award-winning British romance authors. No one knows British bad boys better than they do.
Come and spend time with a dirty-talking London tattoo artist, a Scottish bad boy, a British gangster who won’t take no for an answer, and MORE! These men are all hotter than hell and have accents to die for. Whatever your desire, you’ll find it within these pages.
Packed full of standalone, steamy stories with no cliff-hangers and happy-ever-afters guaranteed, you won’t want to miss out on this limited collection, available for a short time only!
The scent of freshly soaked grass hit her. The air was damp and warm, and caressed her nostrils and her legs. After locking the door, she stuck to the side of the house, walking on pavers rather than gravel.
“Hey.”
A strong arm circled her waist and she was pulled into a shadowed recess.
“Harper,” she gasped, setting her hand on his chest as he backed her against the wall.
He smiled down at her, the dim light only serving to make him look more irresistibly roguish.
“You shouldn’t be here?” she said, despite the fact she was thoroughly glad he was.
“Sure I should. I came to get my cash from your pa.”
“That was hours ago.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d take kindly to me taking his sexy daughter and his money.”
“You’re right there.” She slipped her hands upwards, over his shoulders to his neck. His hair was tied back and his skin soft until she reached the sprinkle of stubble that peppered his jawline. “And where are you planning on taking me?”
“To my home.” He tipped his head a little. “I’ve seen yours, only right you see mine to.”
“Your home in Bowton or in Ireland?”
“It’s a fair trek to Ballymena from here.”
“Ballymena? Isn’t that near Belfast?”
“Just north. Where I was born.”
“But not raised.”
“Nope, raised on the road. Never been in one place for long.”
“And that suited you?”
“Always has, always will.” He lowered his head and swept his lips over hers.
She sighed and melted toward him. The illicitness of their encounter made it all the more sexy. They were wrong together, but so damn right it was impossible to resist.
He slipped his hands from her waist to her butt and pulled her closer, groaning a little as he did so. The kiss deepened, he squeezed her ass cheeks.
Her pussy clenched, and her belly tightened. How far could they go here? With her parents so close.
He lifted his head, breaking the kiss. He was breathing fast.
“In the pool,” she whispered. “What would you have done if my father hadn’t come home?”
He grinned. “Don’t you know?”
She shook her head and studied the way his eyes were glinting.
“I’d have made you come,” he said, his lips hovering over hers, their breath mixing. “I’d have made you come so hard you’d never have been the same again.”
Her knees weakened. A heated flush travelled through her body. It was all she could do not to whimper with longing. “I would have liked that.”
“Yeah, you would have. A lot.”
God, he was so cocky. So damn self-assured. It should have her rolling her eyes but far from it. Carmel couldn’t remember ever feeling so turned on by a guy. She was desperate for a hard orgasm the would mean she was never the same again.
And Harper was the one to deliver. Of that she was sure.
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Thursday, 9 February 2017
CLIK Book Blog's Valentine Hop 2017
Welcome to the CLiK Book Blog Hop which is teaming up with over 140 authors, bloggers and models to share fantastic giveaways. To be in with a chance to win prizes from flash giveaway with donations of ebooks, giftcards, swag, signed paperbacks and a signed picture of Matthew Hosea - hop to the other pages and enter each giveaway.
•.☆.• Giveaway for my page •.☆.•
A copy of HIRED the first book in my HOT ICE series
(entire series available to read for FREE on Kindle Unlimited!)
(entire series available to read for FREE on Kindle Unlimited!)
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One hundred grand to babysit a hockey player on an island paradise—seriously, how bad could he be?
I’m not expected to talk to Logan “Phoenix” Taylor. I only have to hang out with him in a luxurious villa on a private beach while I study. Simple, right? The money would make my dreams of going to nursing school possible.
I haven’t counted on Logan being so deliciously bad—he is oh so good. When the temperature cranks to a boiling point, he knows just how to satisfy the deepest, darkest part of my soul and give my body exactly what it needs. We transport each other to an exquisite world of pleasure where only we exist among the sand and waves, only we matter.
But, the heady mix of emotions and lust can’t keep things from spiraling out of control and back to reality, where I have to keep the secret that I’ve been hired to entertain him…even if it shatters my delicate heart. Even if it costs me my destiny.
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Wednesday, 8 February 2017
In Cold Blood by Naomi Clark
Hi there! Thanks for having me today and letting me share a bit about
my new release, IN COLD BLOOD. This is a spin-off from my Urban Wolf series,
set in the same world but featuring new characters. My goal with every entry in
the Urban Wolf series is to open the world up a little bit more. SILVER KISS
gives us a good, solid starting point with werewolves. BLOOD HUNT introduces
vampires. PHANTON FEARS teases the idea of ghosts, and COLD NIGHT MOON gives us
fae creatures (or one, at any rate). With IN COLD BLOOD, my idea was that,
well, someone had to be noticing all
these weird and wonderful creepy beasties. And someone would be keeping
notes...This will tie directly into the plot of the next Urban Wolf book, which
will take us back to Ayla and Shannon. The circle of life, etc.
IN COLD BLOOD is the first of a planned trilogy about Phoebe, Aisling, and the
Luporum. I already have book 2 mostly planned out (in my head, anyway), but my
aim is write that Ayla and Shannon book first. So if you enjoy IN COLD BLOOD,
rest assured that there'll be more from my socially awkward werewolves in love
- and the Urban Wolf series in general! - in the future :) Happy reading!
You can find the complete Urban Wolf series, in reading order, at my
blog.
Blurb
Phoebe Fairley wanted to be a librarian. Somehow, she’s become a vampire hunter. Women are dying across the country and the police are baffled. Phoebe’s just supposed to be gathering information on the deaths, but as the body count mounts, she can’t help but break the rules and get involved. She knows what the killer is—and catching and containing it is vital. If she can persuade the police to believe her, and keep her secretive bosses happy, she stands a chance of capturing a very real, very deadly vampire. Not bad for a werewolf who can’t shapeshift.
Aisling is happy living as a feral
wolf. She’s got no time for human affairs, until a mysterious creature attacks
her and leaves her in human hands. Now, if she wants her life back, she’ll have
to join Phoebe’s hunt. There are just a couple of snags. One, she hates humans.
And two, she’s falling hard for Phoebe. With a monster to catch and her own
past to protect, will Aisling trust her head or her heart?
Excerpt
The scene inside the barn was
surreal. Two big floodlights overhead lit the barn in glaring white. Half the
huge space was taken up with sheep, penned off from the drama but still
hysterically bleating and milling together. A grizzled man in a tattered
dressing gown and Wellington boots – surely the farmer – leaned into the pen,
talking non-stop to the frightened animals. Bales of hay were piled high around
the rest of the barn, looking to Phoebe like they might come toppling down any
second. They formed a rough arena for the main drama. Two more men held down a
naked woman. She thrashed in their grip, tossing her matted red hair and
snarling with a viciousness that made Phoebe’s wolf cower. This was their victim,
this mad, wild thing?
Spalding
hurried over to the farmer and Gibbs ran to the paramedics. They had to be
wolves, from the strength they were displaying, but the woman was making them
work to keep her still. Phoebe hesitated before following Gibbs – at a
distance. Observe, Spalding had said. That was fine. Observing was all she was
meant to do. The question was, what exactly was she seeing? The victim of a
vampire attack or a feral wolf gone mad? She couldn’t help but lean towards the
latter. Perhaps the woman thought the sheep would be easy pickings, but
something had gone wrong. Maybe she’d been startled by the farmer or a guard
dog. Phoebe had noticed a kennel outside the barn, although there was no sign
of a dog now.
As
she got closer, she saw the woman’s hands and feet were caked in mud, and there
were thin red scratches all over her pale skin. Dried blood on her chest, too,
although her endless thrashing made it hard to see where the original wound
was. She stopped a few feet away, watching as Gibbs crouched down before the
woman and – daringly, Phoebe thought – gripped her chin firmly. She was
surprised he didn’t get his fingers bitten off.
The
woman growled but couldn’t pull free of Gibbs’ hold. He growled right back,
with a force and venom that made Phoebe quake. Did they teach that in training?
For
a minute, the pair seemed locked in battle, the woman struggling against all
three men in vain while she snarled at Gibbs. He didn’t flinch or loosen his
grip, and kept his own domineering growl rumbling on, rising in pitch. The
sheep grew more frantic and both the farmer and Spalding yelled at them with a
mixture of anger and desperation. Phoebe felt battered, all the noise and
tumultuous emotion like an assault. She wanted to run. She forced herself to
stay, watching as Gibbs tried to inflict his will on the woman.
As
much as pop culture got muddled with myth, some things were always true, just
as much for wolves as humans. Some people were simply more dominant than
others. Gibbs’ laid-back, clownish persona was all gone now as he pinned the
woman down with both his body and his eyes. Phoebe would have caved already, if
she’d even had it in her to resist. The woman, whatever her mental state might
be, was not so easily dominated. But after what felt like an age, she slumped,
stopped fighting, and went still.
About the Author
Naomi likes
writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces
between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories
ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of
biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea
monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary
about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching
cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.
Find me online:
Twitter - @naomi_jay
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
British Bad Boys Boxed Set - Only 99c/99p
I'm excited to announce that I have a story in this new collection BRITISH BAD BOYS which is coming soon! My story is titled ROUGH 'N' TOUGH and features a sexy Irish traveller who knows exactly how to treat a woman.
Back Cover Information
Dive into this boxed set of stories written by bestselling and award-winning British romance authors. No one knows British bad boys better than they do.
Come and spend time with a dirty-talking London tattoo artist, a Scottish bad boy, a British gangster who won’t take no for an answer, and MORE! These men are all hotter than hell and have accents to die for. Whatever your desire, you’ll find it within these pages.
Packed full of standalone, steamy stories with no cliff-hangers and happy-ever-afters guaranteed, you won’t want to miss out on this limited collection, available for a short time only!
Special pre-order price of only $0.99. What are you waiting for?
Sunday, 5 February 2017
Sunday Snog
Weclome to SUNDAY SNOG, this week a smooch from my bad boy hero, Roper Hermanus, in MOBSTER.
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When the shit hits the fan, Beth Rammada has no choice but to get the hell out of Chicago. Her family are sinking fast and she's at risk of being used as bait to hurt her father.
But living on the streets of New York is no walk in the park, until that is, she's taken under the rather dubious wing of Roper Hermanus. He's rough and tough and likes it kinky, or so he says. But should she stick around and help her sexy new friend turn a few tricks? Or should she be running for the hills?
As their journey reveals secrets, Beth falls for the man who's shown her a new side to her erotic self. It seems their demons are compatible, they understand the underworld, extortion and blackmail is their currency.
Until that is the biggest secret of all has to be announced to their families. Will Beth's life ever be the same again? Does she want it to be? And will her mobster lover be there when she needs him most?
“I’ve fucked you, Beth,” he said, slipping his fingers over her ears and into her hair.
“Yes.” She couldn’t deny that. “You have.”
“And now I’m going to make love to you.”
Make love?
“But you don’t love me.” She rolled her eyes. What was he talking about?
“No…” He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks. “I don’t.”
He kissed her. A soft, gentle kiss that spoke a thousand words, telling her how much he wanted her. That she was safe with him. That everything was going to be okay.
She leaned into his body, taking what he gave her. Damn, she shouldn’t be doing this. What they’d done already was bad enough—rival families just didn’t hook up. It was a big no-no.
He steered her to the bed, running his hands down her back to her ass as he did so.
The covers were soft beneath her as he laid her down, settling himself over her. Still possessing her mouth, he began to undress her, peeling off her leggings, then stripping away her top layers.
“So damn sweet, baby,” he said, kissing the angle of her jaw, lower, lower still, over her collarbone and to her chest.
She ran her fingers over his short sharp hair as he took her right nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
“Mmm…” she said, closing her eyes. “More, Roper, more.”
He massaged her opposite breast, then switched his attention from one nipple to the other, not leaving any inch unadored, unkissed.
She was relaxed yet turned on. She shouldn’t be lying beneath a Hermanus man all naked and wanton, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him. Whatever he was going to give, whether it was fast and furious, kinky as hell, or sweet lovemaking, she wanted it.
She wanted Roper.
He sat back on his haunches and tugged off his sweater.
She reached for the button on his fly, popping it open.
He kept his focus on her, not letting it drift for a second as he freed himself and pushed his jeans off.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, parting her legs so he could move between them.
“Nah, we shouldn’t.” He rested over her, his chest touching hers. “But what the hell.”
“’Cause you’re going to hell anyway?”
“Yeah, and you’re coming with me, honey.” He shifted his hips until his cock head was at her entrance, then eased in.
She held her breath.
“Relax,” he said, supporting himself on his elbows and again holding her face. “Let me inside you.”
He carefully gained more entry.
She could feel every inch of him, the smooth dome of his glans parting her delicate tissues and pushing up to her G-spot. “Roper…”
“Beth…” He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes. “Fuck.”
She guessed it was taking all of his self-control not to surge in the way he usually did.
Sliding her hands down his back, she cupped his hard buttocks. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you.” He opened his eyes. “Worth burning in hell for.”
“You reckon?”
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes. “Any day of the week.”
She stared up at him as he bottomed out and his balls pressed up against her ass. She was so full of him, so consumed.
And he was drinking her in with his eyes, his gaze unwavering. “I’m gonna make it real good for you.”
“I know.” She hooked her legs over his and pressed his ass. “I trust you.”
“Now that’s crazy chick talk.”
As he’d spoken, he’d ground up against her clit. Now not only her internal hot spots were being stroked, but also her external ones.
She groaned.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yes, more, like that…” She angled her pelvis to increase the connection.
He rotated his hips, smoothing over her clit.
“Oh God, yeah, fuck…” She’d never felt anything like it. The sensation so dense, so incredible. It was a fast, one-way ticket to orgasm.
“Jeez, give me strength. You’re such a hot little thing.” He touched the tip of his nose to hers, but didn’t stop what he was doing with his hips.
“I’m going to…oh…Roper…don’t stop…” He couldn’t stop, not now. She was sure she’d die of frustration if he did.
“I won’t. Come…let me see you come.”
She surrendered to it, allowing the pleasure that had built up so quickly to explode in her pelvis. She shook, trembled, spasmed around him, her pussy hugging and releasing him. “Oh, yes, yes…” She panted for breath.
“Oh, God, yes…” He moaned, then sank harder into her. “Fuck.” He came with several deep thrusts and long, low groans, then buried his head in the pillow, his cheek against her ear, and stilled.
She let her legs flop to the sides and reveled in the satisfaction soaking through her body. Her thoughts were a soup of contradiction. Roper was the first man who’d made her feel like a truly sexual being, showing her different sides of her erotic makeup.
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