Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Grand Opening (Kiss of Leather 4) by Morticia Knight

The latest book in the Bestselling Kiss of Leather series is now available! This M/M BDSM series tells the stories of three Doms who build their own premiere BDSM club from the ground up in West Hollywood. Along the way they meet their boys, renew old vows and tackle a mystery that threatens the sub’s lives. Join them on their journey that begins with Book 1: Building Bonds. Read on to find out more about the newest release, Grand Opening.


The men of Kiss of Leather celebrate a beginning, but will the price be another ending?

The grand opening of Kiss of Leather draws near and the pressure is on to make sure everything is completed in time. Master Josh is a perfectionist, so no detail is too small in order to enhance the quality of the prestigious club they’ve all worked so tirelessly on. Unfortunately, the endless demands on Josh’s time have caused him to forget the more important things in life.

David’s love for Master Josh is overpowering at times, but lately, that love has been constantly tested. How can a sub in a fulltime D/s relationship serve a Master who’s never there? As things continue to deteriorate between him and Josh, David wonders if maybe his Master has tired of having to care for a sub fulltime.

By the time the grand opening arrives, Josh and David seem to have worked out their differences and David is hopeful for their future. The emotional collaring ceremony between Gavin and Kyle is a beautiful reminder of the power of love. But when an unexpected party crasher intrudes on the evening’s festivities, the men are reminded that there are still too many unanswered questions related to Corey’s kidnapping.

More than ever, the men of Kiss of Leather need to stand strong together. Will Josh and David be able to do the same?


The sound of David’s muffled heartbeat echoed in his ears, dizziness consuming David as he found himself encouraged to sink to the floor, Josh’s embrace guiding him. He gasped and panted for air as he curled onto Josh’s lap. Josh soothed him with possessive touches as he caressed him through the aftermath of his orgasm. He whispered words of love and reassurance, praised him for being the best sub as he pressed soft kisses to his head.
David had run the gamut of emotions within the span of a few hours and he was exhausted.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I wouldn’t mind taking a nap on the sofa if you need to take care of those other things before we leave.”
Josh squeezed him tightly. “You aren’t saying that purely for my benefit are you?”
David yawned unexpectedly then chuckled. “I swear I’m not. But if you’re hungry, go ahead and eat while I’m resting.”
Josh let out a small growl and David tensed. “Sorry, boy. That’s merely my opinion of my bad behavior these past few months. You might have forgiven me, but it could take a while before I forgive myself.”
David snuggled into Josh’s warmth. “I don’t want you to feel that way. I love you.”
Another kiss was pressed to his head. “Love you too. Very much.”
Josh encircled David’s waist, then maneuvered him off his lap. “Here. Hold on to me while I stand up. I don’t want you to topple over because I’ve got you hobbled by your jeans.”
“Yeah. That’d be a definite mood breaker.”
Josh snorted as he rose to his feet. He helped David set himself to rights, then led him to the settee. “If this isn’t comfortable enough, you could lie down on a bed in one of the private rooms.”
David hugged his Master, holding on tightly. It wasn’t until that exact moment that he realized he’d been afraid to even touch him. Their contract didn’t include limitations on touch unless specified in a scene. They were both affectionate men, so they’d agreed from the beginning that physical contact wouldn’t be a part of their rules. But Josh’s recent distance from him emotionally had begun to shut down the part of David that wanted to touch his Master all the time.
“Please. I want to stay in here with you. Be near you.”
“Of course, David. You don’t have to ask. I only wanted to be make sure you’d be comfortable.”
Josh gave him another kiss, then strode back to his desk. David settled onto his side, his legs bent to accommodate the short length of the small couch, his feet dangling over the edge anyway. He kept his hands folded under his cheek and fixed his gaze on Josh. Josh caught him staring and winked, but then went back to scanning his computer screen while eating the tuna sandwich David had prepared.
His eyes fluttered, his mind wandering as he began to doze off. Pretty soon, the club would be opened and everything would go back to the way it once was. Even if Josh would still have to work at the club, he’d just shown David how David’s needs came first.
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Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Important Information for my Readers.

Thank you for reading this special announcement.

Recently, after parting company with a publisher, I've gained the rights back to a number of novels and novellas. As I've never owned the rights to the covers, I'm now in the process of republishing them with new artwork.

However, I feel it important to point out to my wonderful readers that the content of these books remains unchanged, so if you've read them before, it's the same sexy romance stories between the pages.

In the hope to avoid any confusion here are the books that have been given new covers and re-released. Click on the covers for more information and buy links. 

MATTRESS MUSIC is the first in my Rock Starz series, MIRROR MUSIC and MENAGE A MUSIC soon to follow.

I did once again manage to use the gorgeous model Francis Cura on the cover of COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES - he's a perfect Shane!

DANGEROUS TO KNOW is pure erotica - my only piece of work that has no romance whatsoever - so don't expect hearts and flowers, it's filthy!

HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE is slightly unusual as the new publisher 'did' insist on a new title as well as new cover.

Previously this BDSM novel was titled IN EXPERT HANDS, so please don't repurchase if you've already enjoyed Imogen and Kane's sexy story. Though if you haven't, do grab it, it's had a clean sweep of 5* reviews.

And...drum super sexy hockey-themed series, HOT ICE, is set to hit the shelves again on 1st October.

What's more, book #1, HIRED, will be FREE and there's a brand new novel RUSSIAN HEAT that comes with a free bonus story called ROOKIE RULES.

There'll be more details in my next newsletter but if you want a sneak preview of the gorgeous new covers, head on over to my website

Of course I have new material set to hit the shelves as well as these re-releases. Look out for my paranormal novella TAKE ME, my BDSM story KINK CLUB, a sci-fi called HER MASTER'S WORLD and also MOBSTER, all due to hit the shelve over the coming months. 

Thank you for your support, any questions, just drop me a line. And do sign up for my September newsletter that has not one but two contests for subscribers to enter.

Stay well and safe.

Lily x 


Monday, 22 August 2016

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday - this week a super sexy treat from BAD IDEA my new M/M, BDSM biker story...

Back Cover Information

Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!

Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.

Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and most of all, wholly satisfied.

“This way.” Heavy dragged me to the left and flung open a door.
Anyone else I would have decked for manhandling me this way. I might be a rookie but I was still a Roughneck. I could fight with the best of them and had been locked up a couple of times for brawling with our enemies.
No one pushed me around.
Except for Heavy.
I stumbled as he forced me into a small room that held a bed and a cheap plastic table. It was one of the places the guys liked to use for fucking the chicks that hung around.
I stared at the bed as the door slammed. Were we going to?
No, far too risky.
I turned to Heavy. He’d leaned against the door and his chest was rising and falling with his hurried breaths, stretching his T-shirt taut.
My dick surged. He was brimming with everything I adored about him—strength, power, passion and danger. I had no way of guessing which way this would go.
“Come here,” he said.
I blew out a breath and flexed and unflexed my fingers, wondering if a right hook was coming my way.
I did as instructed and stepped up to him.
As soon as I was within reach he grabbed my face, his palms tight on my cheeks, and pulled me close. His mouth hit down on mine in a fast, furious kiss. His tongue swept over mine and our teeth clashed.
I groaned as pleasure surged within me. I kissed him back, my heart thudding and my pulse loud in my ears.
We’d never kissed on MC property before. Hadn’t dared. I squeezed into him. Rubbed my groin over his. Our erections pressed together through our clothing. My balls tightened and the zipper on my jeans dug into my shaft.
Suddenly he pushed me away.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, wiping the back of his hand over his lips.
I clenched my teeth and refused to wipe the evidence of our kiss from my mouth. It had happened, it was what I’d wanted, but oh, I wanted so much more.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, his eyebrows pulled so low they made it hard to see his irises.
“I do.”
“So tell me, sub.”
For a moment I relished hearing the word sub. It seemed to bounce around the walls of the small shadowed room and settle in my chest. No matter what else was happening, I was still his sub. He was still my Master and that was all that was important to me.
“Speak,” he said, “before you double the amount of lashings you’re gonna get later.”
“Later?” My heart soared and my cock surged. “What’s happening later?”
“Nothing if you don’t start telling me what you’re up to.”
“I’m not up to anything.”
“Don’t give me that shit. I catch you staring at me like you want my cock in your mouth in the middle of the yard, then you’re late to the meeting, then...” He paused and shook his head. “You’ve got a woman draped all over you and you’re about to go and fuck pussy.”
I kind of shrugged. I couldn’t deny those things, though whether or not I’d have fucked pussy I didn’t know. Perhaps a blow job just to take the edge off my lust for Heavy. I knew I could handle that, I’d done it before. I just shut my eyes and pretended it was my Master sucking my cock.
“What are you up to?” he asked again.
“Nothing. I missed you. It’s been so long.”
He shoved his hand down the front of his leathers and appeared to adjust his dick. “Tell me about it.”
“So what’s happening later?”
“There’s a motel, eight miles south.” He jerked his head to the right.
“I know it, it’s hidden by trees. There was a murder there a few months ago. It’s just reopened.”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Apparently the new owner is an alcoholic. He doesn’t take much notice of who’s coming and going as long as he’s got enough whiskey to get him through the day.”
“We can use it once, I reckon, and tonight is as good as any. You tell Griff you’re running an errand in town for me. I want some Panama cigars for after I’ve screwed Rose.”
“Are you going to screw Rose?”
“I might have to, but not tonight.” He shrugged.
I glanced away. I hated that he had to go with women so the Roughneck Riders thought he was on the straight and narrow.
“It means nothing, it’s just shoving it in a wet place to keep the guys off my back.”
“I know.”
“And you get sucked off from time to time.”
“You know about that?” I widened my eyes.
“I know everything that happens in my club.” He held out his hands. “And isn’t that why you do it? So everyone thinks you’re into women?”
“I guess.”
“So what would be the point of it being a secret?”
I said nothing. He’d made sense.
“Tonight...” Heavy’s tone was softer. “That’s what I live for and have for the last two years, Junk. Being with you. But...”
“But what?” There was a but?
“But you’ve really pushed my buttons by stepping out of line today.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
He folded his arms, his knuckles pressing against his biceps and causing them to bulge outward. Desire shot over his eyes. I knew he loved it when I called him that.
“Sir,” I said again then dashed my tongue over my bottom lip, picking up the lingering flavor of him. “I didn’t mean to step out of line.”
Oh, but I had. Not initially. I couldn’t help staring at the man I was obsessed with after he’d been away for a week. And something petulant within me had made me late for the meeting. Rose, well, she’d been my bad idea to get Heavy to notice me and judging from what was happening now, I’d well and truly gotten his attention.


Sunday, 21 August 2016

Her Dominant Billionaire - OUT NOW #FSOG #BDSM #ebook #erotic

I'm excited to announce that HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE is now available. A word of warning, though, this book was previously published with different cover art and with the title IN EXPERT HANDS, so if you've already enjoyed Kane and Imogen's sexy BDSM story, then you've read this, the content remains the same.

It's thrilling to see it with a flashy new cover though, and set with a new publisher. More details below...

When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her.

Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man.

The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs?

Saturday, 20 August 2016

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, here's a few from my new release BAD IDEA, which is a super hot M/M, MC, BDSM novella.

Back Cover Information

Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!

Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.

Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and most of all, wholly satisfied.

(please note, BAD IDEA was previously published in the HIS RULES anthology)


Friday, 19 August 2016


I am BEYOND excited to announce that HOT ICE, my beloved hockey erotic romance series, is due to hit the shelves on 1st October. It's been unavailable for a while, but now my sexy Viper boys have found a new home, new covers and there's even an additional novel (RUSSIAN HEAT which has a FREE bonus story at the end) added to the series.

And if that wasn't exciting enough, book #1 HIRED is going to be absolutely FREE so you can get hooked on these hot athletes who are as talented in the bedroom as they are on the ice!

Sign up to my newsletter to be the first to hear when HOT ICE is available PLUS get a free sexy soccer novel to read while you wait.

And here are the gorgeous new covers...


Thursday, 18 August 2016

Mattress Music - OUT NOW!

MATTRESS MUSIC is the first book in my ROCK STARZ series and is out today! Look out for the next two books coming soon, MIRROR MUSIC and MENAGE A MUSIC. Each book is fine as a standalone read, but put them together and you'll get to see what all the sexy members of the Manic Machines get up to when they're not on stage being rock gods!

*Please note this book was previously published with different cover art. The content remains the same.*

Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days...she’s just having a hard time admitting it. 

It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing. 

When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music. 


He leaned forward and kissed me again, but this time harder, as if he meant business and wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. He darted his tongue into my mouth and his chest pressed against mine. Scooping me into the crook of his arm, he dragged me into a lying position, then flopped on top of me. My head sank in the pillow. I felt the hardness in his jeans press onto my bare legs as his body stretched out over mine. “I think we should put some music on,” he whispered into my mouth. “To cover up the squeals of delight you’re gonna be making in a minute.”
Utterly convinced of his plan, I muffled a giggle and smoothed my palms over the beautiful planes of his shoulders. “Okay, hit shuffle and see what comes on.”
He jumped up, clicked on the iPod and then shoved off his jeans and boxers as he walked back to the bed.
He dropped on top of me, gave a lopsided grin then set about kissing his way down my neck.
“Oh God,” Ian groaned, flopping his forehead against my collarbone. “The words work but this guy’s sappy voice really gets on my nerves.”
 “I like James Blunt,” I said, reaching for a condom and thinking You’re Beautiful was a sweet choice of song after what he’d just said about me being perfect.
“Let’s hit shuffle again,” he bargained. “Get something with a bit more pace, a bit more rhythm.”
“Okay.” I shrugged.
He jumped up again, flicked the iPod with a definite impatience to his movement and then was hovering back over me.
I traced my finger over the tattoo on his inner arm. It was like Chinese writing or something, but more intricate, more curly and pretty. I liked it but it must have hurt like hell on that sensitive patch of flesh. “You’re not allowed to change the next one,” I said. “Whatever it is, it stays.” I was impatient to get down to business now.
“Suits me,” he said as he ducked to suckle my nipple. I arched into him, delighting in the suction he was creating and the gentle nipping of his teeth. He really was getting it just right, just how I liked it.
The iPod howled like a wolf. The eerie sound echoed around my four walls.
I ran my hands through his hair and shut my eyes. Perhaps Thriller could be sexy and it was certainly sonically dense enough to mask our noise.
His hands were wandering, sliding up my thighs toward the juncture of my legs. He ruffled through my tuft of coppery pubes and nudged my thighs apart with his knee.
An annoying zombie with outstretched, dangling arms loomed toward me, face ashen, dirty fingernails bloody.
Damn it!
I wished I had earplugs. I wished my flatmates had earplugs so I had no need for cover-up music. It was messing with my mind and my body.
“Where’s the condom?” Ian asked, sitting back on his heels, his breathing coming fast and hard. I stared at the neat row of bricked abs running down his stomach, visible now I was seeing him in daylight.
“Here.” I opened the wrapper and passed it to him. The blood that had been rushing to my clit was running scared, beating away at a hundred miles an hour, being chased by the bass of the music. He rolled the condom down his impressive erection.
I tried to suppress the image of creatures crawling from the mud in the graveyard, eyes wide and ratty black teeth grinning manically at me.
Ian looked hungrily at my waiting body, swallowed hard and then lay back over me. His weight was delicious, just right, half supported on his elbows, half pressed onto me. I squirmed, dragged in a breath full of his divine scent—man and musk, a lazy morning body infused with testosterone and coffee. I spread my legs wider. He kissed me again as he slid expertly into my hot flesh.
I gasped. His cock was long and thick and so hard it was like steel. He tunneled to the hilt on that first push. I felt impaled, possessed by him—it was glorious. I gripped him with my vaginal muscles and he groaned appreciatively in my ear.
The song blasted on. I could visualize the cheerleader with her frizzy hair, wide eyes and hands shaking at her screaming mouth.
I broke the kiss and stared at the dusty floral lampshade to rid my mind of the doomed girl in the Thriller video.
Ian thrust harder and began to rotate his pelvis against my clit. Any other situation, any other time, back in my old room, I’d have been clawing the ceiling, trembling with the imminent arrival of a fantastic climax. He palmed my right breast and nuzzled my neck. I tried to catch a spark as the song thumped out the chorus.
“What’s up?” he asked, suddenly stilling all movements.
He muttered something and began to pull away. I saw a flash of disappointment cross his eyes.
“It’s okay.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and clasped his taut biceps. “Carry on, you’re doing great.” I tried to reach for a kiss. He was a cute guy, even cuter in the light of day and I really hadn’t lived up to his expectations. It wasn’t his fault my mind was being overtaken by zombies.
“Yeah, but you’re not.” He dodged my lips and slipped from me, swiveled to sit on the side of the bed and fisted his cock. His beautiful golden shoulders hunched and his head hung low. He was breathing hard.
“Ian,” I said, laying my hand on his back, keen to make it up to him.
“Don’t touch me.” He shivered, a trickle of spasms that seemed to rattle up his entire spinal column. “I can’t handle it. If you’re not into it, what’s the point?”
“I am into it.”
“No, you’re not. It’s obvious you’re trying to think of something else, anything except me.”
“That’s not true.”
“You’re staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed, groaning randomly, expecting me to believe you’re getting ready to climax.”
“No buts.” He stood and turned to face me, his engorged erection jutted forward, the swollen head an angry burgundy. It looked painful. “Get dressed.” He snapped off the condom and aimed it at the bin. “We’re going out.”
“No buts. I don’t give a damn what else you had planned for today.” His eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “Cancel it.”