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Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Blurb:
Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job
at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered
a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted
corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent
turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the
opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must
find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.
Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of
a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not
the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous. It's hard enough trying to
keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would
only be a matter of time before his hands followed.
So much for the No Frat Policy.
Excerpt:
All of a sudden the lights flickered once again, and the
lift jerked.
Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!”
Oh God was right. Any higher and she was going to get a
rock-hard handful.
I wound my arms around her, and we held on as the elevator
came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging us into
complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down droned.
Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables.
“Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm.
“It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her. “The auxiliary
lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.” But seconds
ticked by and nothing happened.
“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice warbling.
“Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess you were right,
we should have taken the stairs.”
“Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering breath. She
shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I tried to
maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect little
ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she missed the
massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either.
I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad idea. It was just
as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic.
Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid she was about to
panic.
“We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and down her arms.
She melted into me.
“Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a tight voice. “We
could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let someone know we’re
in here.”
“No, I left mine at the office. You?”
“I think I tossed mine in the briefcase. It's down here by
our feet somewhere.”
A ringing noise made us both jump.
I released her and groped in the dark until I found the
little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in a clipped
tone.
“What's your name, and how many are with you?” a gruff voice
barked.
“Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself and my assistant.”
“We're working on getting you down. Try not to panic.”
“All right, but can you do something about the auxiliary
lighting?”
“The generators should engage anytime now. Sit tight.”
“Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a choice,” I said as I
hung up.
From the awkward way I'd been leaning, I straightened up
slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re gonna be a while,” I
said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t make out a goddamn
thing. “Where'd ya go? Christ, it’s dark.”
“I'm searching for the cell.” Just then my palm made contact
with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in front of me. I
followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the briefcase. I closed my
eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely backside. I stifled a groan,
but it escaped as more of a grunt.
Slowly, she straightened and turned in my direction. The low
light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space between us.
The tension between us was palpable. She stared at me. Her
lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One of us made a
growling sound. I suspect it was me.
Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and reached for me as
I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness enveloped us once
more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth.
In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at each other’s
mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to painful
proportions.
Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts pressing against my
upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet backside in my greedy
hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no doubt as to what I
wanted.
In answer, she pressed her pelvis against me. The pressure
felt amazing, but I wanted more.
“Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …”
Fuck yeah!
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Author Bio:
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance
and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical,
family saga and erotica.
H ~ K
I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the
muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I
will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many
possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet
historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage.
I hope you’ll join me for the ride.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find
me.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Thank you for having me on your blog today! I appreciate the opportunity to introduce myself to your readers and talk about my new release, Double Down! Double Down is the first title in my Ozark Magic series. In the first book, you will meet many of the interesting characters that live in the lake resort town of Magic, Missouri. Magic is full of love, adventure, super hot guys, and the occasional murder…
Double Down (Ozark Magic, #1)
Izzy Craig might live in a town called Magic, but her life is anything but. After nursing her beloved grandfather, he has passed away, leaving her to manage a busy lake resort and an unrequited crush on the town’s sheriff, Graham Nolan. Things start to look up when Graham’s estranged brother Chris comes to town. If she can’t have one handsome Nolan man, maybe his twin will do.
Graham’s feelings for Izzy have always been complicated . . . and intense. When he realizes that his brother has encroached on his territory, he’s not sure if he can deal. They’ve tried sharing a woman before, and that ended in heartache for everyone. But when Izzy’s sketchy uncle enters the picture, Graham’s cop senses go on high alert. He may very well have to trust his brother, Izzy, and himself, if he wants to keep the woman he loves safe.
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Excerpt
Her soft lips pressed against his mouth, causing Graham’s eyes to widen in surprise. He’d sensed her unease, so her sudden aggressiveness took him aback for a moment. She wanted them? Was that what she was saying with this kiss?
Stepping forward, Izzy pressed her body against his and he groaned at the feel of her firm breasts pressed against his chest. When her tongue hesitantly probed through his parted lips, he would have lost control if it weren’t for Chris standing behind her dramatically clearing his throat.
Grasping her shoulders, it took every ounce of strength in Graham to push Izzy away and plant her back on her feet. Her lips were slightly swollen, and her blue eyes had darkened. Before he could catch his breath to speak, a stunned look crossed her pretty face.
“I – I’m sorry. You said this wasn’t the right time. Obviously you don’t want to – I – I shouldn’t have. . .” She trailed off, trying to step away, but both of them reached for her at the same time. Dammit, he hadn’t meant to upset her.
Looking to his brother for help, Graham was relieved when Chris leaned into Izzy without hesitation, easing her worry.
“You have to tell us, baby,” Chris murmured against her ear. “Trust me, we want nothing more than to kiss your pretty lips until your head swims, but you have to tell us what you want first.”
“I don’t want to guess wrong,” Graham agreed, reaching for her hand and entwining his fingers with hers. “It would be easy for us to just take you, toss you on the bed, make you come over and over.” He stepped closer to her as her eyes started to glaze at that statement. “And maybe that’s what you want. Us taking you without you having to actually make the decision.” He brushed her swollen lips with the pad of his finger. “But it doesn’t work that way, sweetheart. You have to tell us what you want.”
“But – but – I thought you liked to dominate.” Damn, that low, breathy voice did things to him.
He had to bite back a groan. The thought of dominating Izzy, tying her up, spanking that pretty round ass caused him to harden to the point of pain. “Baby, I need to know that you want us – together – as much as we want you. We need your consent, Iz. And once you doconsent, you should know that we won’t go easy on you.”
Her jaw dropped open a bit as her eyes dilated, and Graham grinned as she tried to figure out what he meant. Behind her, Chris gave him a sly smile.
“I – I —” she stammered, and then bit her lip and took a shaky breath.
“Deep breath, sweetheart,” Chris crooned, his lips finding her ear again. Graham shot him a warning look. If he didn’t quit kissing her, she wasn’t going to be able to form a thought, much less words.
“I – I want you.” Her breathy voice was barely audible, and he stepped close enough to press himself against her, sandwiching her in between himself and Chris.
Taking another long shaky breath, she tried again. “I want both of you – to – to make love to me.” The way her milky skin flushed led Graham to believe that she’d never actually said that to a man before, never asked for what she wanted.
Her words empowered him. She wanted them. She was theirs. He leaned forward to take her lips, cupping her face in his large hands so he could tilt her head how he wanted. His tongue traced the line of her lips until they parted, allowing him access. He swallowed her light whimper as his tongue delved deeper. And she kissed him back. Oh how she kissed him back. When her hands clutched at his arms, he eased back, gently nipping her bottom lip.
“Chris,” Graham spoke to his brother without looking away from Izzy. “Undress her. I want her naked.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and she jerked her head back to look at Chris who smiled wickedly. “With pleasure.”
As Graham backed up to allow his brother room, Chris walked around to stand in front of Izzy. He jokingly rolled his eyes at Graham. “He can be a little bossy,” he said to her with a wink.
Graham watched as his brother ran his hands lightly down her arms, before lifting her arms over her head. He quickly stripped off her black blouse before tugging off the khaki pants she wore.
When Chris stepped back, he darted a glance at his twin, and Graham could see that his eyes were as molten as he felt inside.
Izzy stood before both of them in only her black bra and panties, looking from one man to the other as their steel gazes swept up and down her body, ravenously consuming every inch of her. When a shiver went through her, Graham reached out to envelop her in his arms. “Are we making you nervous, sweetheart?”
She shook her head, a little smile playing at her mouth.
Chris reached out, needing to touch her, and Graham passed her off to his brother. “Are you sure? I know we can be a little overwhelming.”
“I’m sure,” she said, smiling at their concern. “Very sure. I need you. Both of you. I want you both so much, so badly. I just . . .” She stumbled. “I um —”
“What, baby? What’s wrong?” Graham asked. When her gaze slid away, he lifted her chin up. “Look at me, Iz. What’s wrong? You need to be honest with us or I will smack that pretty ass right now.”
The brief flaring of her eyes told Graham she would enjoy a spanking, his hand pounding her ass. Now, there was some fun they could have later.
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Sunday, November 8, 2015
Title: Character Obsession
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: MM Contemporary Romance
Word count: 14,800
Heat Level: 3
Blurb:
Chase Riley, a Hollywood actor, is kidnapped. One of the abductors, Luke Nelson, is delusional and thinks that Chase is Elliot, the character Chase plays in his procedural cop series on TV. Luke plans to replay what happened to Elliot on the show with Chase. The worse thing is that Luke gets help from his father who seems to be as crazy as his son.
Chase’s boyfriend, co-actor Aidan Buffett, is on a trip with his sister when Chase is abducted. He grows worried when his call to Chase goes unanswered. Will he ever see his boyfriend again?
This is a previously published work. It has been edited for Evernight Publishing.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
Chase’s mind whirled and before he thought of anything else, he grabbed the door and threw himself out—or so he thought. The man was faster. A lot faster. He seized Chase by his jacket and just—stabbed him in his side. Chase caught his breath, and for some time he didn’t realize what happened. He sucked in a breath and whimpered when the guy yanked the knife out none too gently. Chase felt his world darken so he didn’t notice when the man slipped out of the car, came to be at the driver’s door, and wrenched him out from behind the steering wheel. As his breathing turned labored, Chase grappled at the source of the pain on his side and winced as he grasped it.
“Come on. Move.” The guy grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed Chase in front of him.
Chase swayed in the man’s clutches, but he pulled himself up as he controlled his breath.
Chase attempted to plant his feet as he was dragged up the stairs, but the pain had become too much and he could only comply. At one time the man rested him against the wall, took off his sunglasses, and pulled down his jacket hood, revealing himself. Chase gasped. The man was practically the mirror image of that Bob Nelson he met earlier at the diner, only rounder and much sturdier. And also a lot younger. What worried Chase was this man took off his disguise and didn’t seem too concerned he could recognize him. Not like Chase would be able to escape him and go to the cops, anyway. He was too sluggish to even move. They’d come in the back door, but not much attention was given to them by those at the front desk. Chase suspected that the man had stayed in the hotel long enough that he’d become just another familiar face.
The man’s grip tighten around his arm, but Chase kept his glare toward the receptionist in an attempt to get his attention—which failed totally—for the guy kept his head down. As his abductor dragged him toward the elevator, Chase palmed his side and lifted his hand with dread. It was damp and deep red with blood.
“Don’t do anything you’re going to regret,” the guy whispered to his ear as they got into the elevator, which, to Chase’s dismay, was empty. “I don’t want to have to kill you, Elliot. I love you.”
Chase turned cold at the mention of his character’s name. “I’m not Elliot,” he choked out. “I’m Chase.”
“Hush.” The man pulled Chase’s back against him, wrapping his long, muscled arm around Chase’s shoulders, waving the knife before Chase’s eyes.
Chase began to tremble.
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About Iyana
Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spend her nights mostly dreaming of love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.
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Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Muscling In by Lily Harlem OUT NOW
Muscling In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release.
It’s a hot and sexy MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires
and passions of a threesome who are determined to be together despite the
restraints of the world they live in.
The story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she
decides to let her husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man
from his past. This man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the
elite of the elite, the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And
there is of course one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun
too. Why should she miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time?
That’s just not fair…
Back Cover Information
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 Moorland 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.
Grab
your copy of Muscling In from
Excerpt – 18+
Coben opened the door and flicked on the hall
light.
I stepped in behind him and kicked off my
heels.
There was a sudden bang. A slam. He’d pushed
the door up, hard.
“Cobe—”
His lips were over mine, his hands in my hair.
The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.
I swept my tongue into his mouth, giving as
good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him in waves.
It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the inside of
my bra.
“Tease,” he said, kissing over my cheek, then
nibbling my earlobe.
“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to his biceps.
Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t touch you
again in the car.”
“Just by being there, next to me…” He paused as
he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking dress you’ve
teased me all evening.”
“What this tatty old thing?” I grinned, then
groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either, just the way
he knew I liked.
“Well if it’s that old and tatty it should come
off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there was no zip
and the material slid easily over my head.
He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed
half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a large
burgundy vase.
“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention landing on
the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black dress.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
He kissed me again, pushing his erection
against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying on for
long.
His touch skimmed down my sides, dipping into
my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on fire, his
palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him to touch
me, all over, and never stop.
I pushed at his jacket, shoving it over his
shoulders.
He released me, shrugged out of it and let it
land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.
The next thing I knew I was in his arms,
pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I stared at
his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d captured
his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.
He kicked the door to the bedroom open and
dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.
“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt and quickly
skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”
I undid my bra and tossed it aside. Rolled down
the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to the floor. I
scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation was making my
skin tingle and my breaths come fast.
He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and
stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”
I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved that
demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and
stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but
obey.
I parted my legs, slowly, letting my heels skim
over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.
He kept his attention on the juncture of my
thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His pulse was
pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving away the
extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered,
quietly, almost to himself.
“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped my
breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.
He discarded his shirt, then shoved at his
boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker than
that on the rest of his body.
My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov
reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.
“You want this?” he asked, wrapping his hand
around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.
“Yes. All of it. All of you.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Good, ’cause you’re
going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and settled his
face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a
moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”
“I am.” I reached for his head and bucked my
hips so my pussy met his mouth.
He set straight to work, slipping his tongue
through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with firm
pressure.
“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my eyes.
“That’s it.”
He searched out my entrance and pushed one long
finger into me.
I clenched around him. I was wet and hot, needy
for something to fill me.
He pushed another finger in, upped the force on
my clit.
My stomach muscles tightened. A delicious
throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life in my
pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around his
shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.
“So greedy,” he murmured, his breaths hot over
my flesh.
“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the invasion.
“More, give me more.”
He shifted, his big body easily removing my
legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers still lodged
inside me. “More?”
“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly wanton now.
“Mmm,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe
more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over my anus.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
“You want fucking here?” He pushed knuckle deep
into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over the center of
my pucker.
“No, yes…” I tossed my head from side to side.
“Which is it?”
“I don’t know. Do what you need to.” God, I
wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to keep the
climax building.
“Of course you know what you want. Tell me.”
“Come, I want to come.”
“With me in your pussy or your ass, babe?” He
gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.
“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer questions at this
moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic, forbidden but delicious.
I craved it.
He eased in a little more.
Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.
I groaned and sped up my ministrations on my
clit.
“You want both. Say it.” His voice held a note
of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked in both
holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty girl. I
knew I married you for a reason.”
“I want to come…”
“You will, but tell me, how am I going to fuck
you in both holes when I only have one dick?”
“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was breathless,
the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”
“I guess that would work.” He slid higher into
my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time they can do
that we’ll be too old to fuck.”
“No, never too old.”
“Let’s hope not. But…”
“But what?”
“Maybe I should get us a male prostitute, hired
cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your cunt and one in your
ass. How does that sound?”
“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all my
Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going to
come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait for
dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of
return.
“Yeah, come. I love watching you come.”
He was fucking me with his fingers, front and
back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.
“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard
dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine
that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love
it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick
that’s hard just for you…”
“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last
moment before I climaxed.
“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust,
passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”
“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous
release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my
ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as
it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the
ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.
“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of
me. “Go, babe…”
About
Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of
contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the
Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight
Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high
praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma
nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions
of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in
London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The
Glass Knot, In
Expert Hands and Scored
have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the
#1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe
You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy
as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player
and The Vixen - and That
Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms
Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Lily Harlem Links
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