Friday, 19 December 2014

Mistletoe Hop



Hello and welcome to the Mistletoe Hop it's great to have you here. First off I'm sure you want to know what my giveaway is, well that's your choice of any of the books you see on the right of this post. Click on the covers for details (includes box sets) then all you have to do is leave a comment with your email address and your preferred format - pdf, epub, mobi.





This week has seen the release of Wild Angles anthology from Totally Bound, so if you're into sexy bad boy bikers don't  miss this!





Burning Rubber by Lily Harlem

When trouble rides into town, what girl can resist the ultimate bad boy?

Handling men isn’t an issue for me. I’m not a girly girl and my best friends are the machines I spend my days fixing, tweaking and servicing. So when the Wild Angels roll onto my forecourt and need my help, I’m happy to be of assistance.

But I’ve always been a magnet for trouble and when the leader of the pack, Gid, questions my ability, I can’t help the sassy backchat. Seems it doesn’t bother him too much and before I know it, I’m climbing onto his beast and hanging on for the ride.

Bad ass guys like him don’t come without baggage, though, and it seems he wants to get rid of mine. Who am I to complain when it means revenge is hot, his body is hotter and we leave a trail of burning rubber as we head into the sunset? Biker girl, me? I guess it’s in the blood.

Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene involving mild breath play.



Witness by Rosalie Stanton

She’s the only thing good about his former life, and he’s been asked to end hers.

Serenity Jones never expected her homecoming to be heralded with a double-murder, or that she’d be the lone witness. Yet when she points the finger at the president of the Lucifer’s Legion Motorcycle Club, she finds herself the target of more than just an investigation—she’s a liability, one Lucifer’s Legion is determined to erase.

Dash Denyar owes everything to Lucifer’s Legion. A decade prior, he set himself on a path of self-destruction, and would have crashed and burned were it not for the motorcycle club. His loyalty was bought and paid for—he just never expected the price of loyalty to include ending the life of Serenity Jones, the only woman he ever loved.

Serenity has dreamed of her reunion with Dash ever since she left her hometown behind. Never did she imagine it would be on the other side of a blindfold, or with her life in the balance. As she tries to work out what happened to her childhood friend, she finds herself battling more than just survivor’s instinct. Ten years of unspoken feelings, regrets, and what-ifs threaten to break her, if Dash doesn’t do it first.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of kidnap, murder, references to drug use and suicide.



Grounds for Divorce by Helena Maeve

Overworked and jaded, Kayla is convinced she’s had her fill of bad boys when her boyfriend’s debts catapult her into a stranger’s arms.

A woman with a reputation, Kayla has long given up on true love. She’s thirty-three going on ninety-four, mother of one with a boyfriend who makes no secret of settling for her. When she’s not doing the books at the local strip club, she’s warming up the stage. Holding off the loan sharks is par for the course, until the night outlaw biker, Booker O’Connor, rolls into town.

Suddenly the bills come due and, in an act of desperation, Kayla’s boyfriend offers her up as payment for his debts to the motorcycle club. But their new leader has a reputation of his own.

Booker’s the real deal, from prison ink to bullet scars. No matter how sexy he may be or how much she’s growing to hate her boyfriend, Kayla has been with enough bad boys to know that she should fear callused hands and dangerous smiles. Striking out on her own seems like Kayla’s best option, but the Hell Hounds aren’t known for backing down quietly. She doesn’t expect Booker to give chase, much less discover that she doesn’t mind being caught by a man who can finally give her what she wants.

Reader Advisory: This book contains references to prostitution and sexual coercion.



My favourite bike, absolute favourite is the Kawasaki Ninja. You probably thought I'd say Harley but the truth is I went on a Ninja, a beautiful lime green one like this (they come in bright orange too) a while ago. A friend of mine, a speed freak friend had bought one and he came around the cottage to show it off. Well, I was drooling, it was lush. So when he asked if I wanted a go, what could I say?




I'll admit I got a warning look from Mr H who was understandably worried, but I just couldn't resist. So I pulled on the helmet, straddled the beast and clung on to my leather clad mate.




We roared around the countryside, sped to the coast and back. The thrill of it, the power beneath me, the way the bike responded to the bends in the road. I adored it all.

I felt we were going super fast, that the floor was close as we weaved left and right, but in truth my friend is a very careful driver and would never risk hurting me. He drove sensibly, not wanting the wrath of Mr H as much as anything I suspect! I had a wild time, and certainly all those remembered sensations came in very useful when I sat down to write a biker story.



Like brooding bikers? Head over to my Pinterest page and discover a feast for the eyes! Want to read an exclusive with the Wild Angel authors? Head over to Totally Bound.

My book Burning Rubber is available now as a single title from the publisher or from all ebook retailers on the 2nd January.




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Thursday, 18 December 2014

Kinky Christmas Blog Hop




Hello and welcome to the Kinky Christmas Hop. If you like kink you've come to the right place! I co-wrote the Sexy as Hell trilogy with Natalie Dae and it's full to the brim, positively overflowing with kink.


The first book The Novice is only 99c/99p if you want to sample our style or you could buy the Box Set which contains the trilogy plus three spin-off stories at an equally amazing price.


Here's an excerpt from The Novice (previously titled The Virgin but changed after an issue with Amazon). Zara is one hell of a Domme but Victor is no push over either. To say they battle it out is putting it lightly and switching it around is definitely on the cards. This chapter is told from Zara's point of view and they're indulging in watching another couple having fun, not a random couple, but their ex's who have got it together!



Victor had certainly turned the tables. At first, I’d decided to indulge him. Play along with his little request so I could prove that he was born to be a sub just as I was born to be a Dominant. But what he’d said had hit a raw nerve. Him pointing out my double standards had rankled—actually, not him pointing it out, but that it had been there in the first place. My hurt at being used—no, I wasn’t hurt—my disgust at being used and that Geoffrey had lied to me all that time. He’d prevented me from seeing the bigger picture, the way I prided myself in being able to do so.
Now, with the heel of my hand pressed to my clit and three of my fingers firmly entrenched in my hole...now I could see why Geoffrey had switched. In my eyes, he was too much of a sub to be able to do Mastering full time, but perhaps he and Helen changed roles every so often? A bit like what Victor and I were doing now. Just for the fun of it. Maybe Geoffrey wasn’t a Dom at all, but a switch—there was a difference. A bloody big difference. It was as short-term as wearing someone else’s clothes, the way I was draped in Helen’s right now.
In the short time I’d been sitting here frigging my cunt, I realised that letting go of responsibility, of allowing Victor to call the shots, was as freeing as me being the one to issue orders. I wouldn’t want things to be this way all the time—no, the Domme in me just wouldn’t allow it—but once in a while? Yes, I thought I could stretch to that. I‘d just have to hope Victor felt the same way—that he could only handle being Master every so often during our time together. But what about afterwards, when went our separate ways, would he find a girl and want to dominate? Damn, if she was vanilla he’d scare the shit out of her.
Oh, why was I thinking like that? It didn’t matter what he wanted in the future—it was none of my business how other women he met felt about his new sexual tastes. We were just exploring the here and now.
I stared at Geoffrey and Helen. He thrashed her as soundly as I’d once thrashed him, and I wondered whether he was tripping on bliss.
“Faster,” Victor said, coming to kneel in front of me, between my splayed legs. “Tilt your head so you can still see them around me.”
I did as he’d asked, yet my curiosity to watch him instead was strong and torrid. I wanted to know what he was going to do, but conversely, not knowing was turning me on more.
Geoffrey dropped the flogger, hitting her instead with the flat of his hand. Oh, he’d learned well from our time together. How different objects created different genres of pain and layered on top of each other to create a sublime sting.
Victor unzipped his trousers then tugged out his cock. He began a slow rhythm, at odds with the speed of mine, and it made me go faster—made me want some form of control even now, to see if he went faster.
He didn’t.
Damn, he was more on the ball than I’d thought.
Helen bucked, as much as she was able, chained up as she was. Geoffrey seemed to surge into her in slow motion, the length of him disappearing at an excruciatingly erotic pace. I wanted to be closer, to be right in that room with them, or watch them through the glass at Eden Street. All I was getting was a suggestion of what they were doing, not the real, in-my-face-in-glorious-detail experience.
“What are they doing, sub?” Victor asked.
“He’s smacking her buttock with his hand, Sir,” I said, my voice breathy.
“Is he still fucking her?”
“Yes, Sir. Hard.”
“How do you feel watching them? Does it make you more excited to know they have no clue that we’re here, and not only that, you’re ramming your fingers inside yourself and I’m wanking as you watch?”
“Yes...Sir.” And I didn’t feel ashamed, either. I’d long ago realised that taking pleasure through voyeurism wasn’t something dirty, not for me. It was an aide, a visual aide that enhanced my ecstasy and gave me mind-blowing orgasms. Tonight wouldn’t be any different. To know I didn’t feel anything for Geoffrey now was an absolute relief. If I did, how would I be able to stand watching him fuck someone else? No, those two were just actors in a porn movie—one I was enjoying watching.
“The same goes for me, slave,” Victor panted out. “Except I just have to imagine what they’re doing, because my main focus is on you. I want...ah, fuck...I want to watch your every single movement, see your face when you come, but I’ll have to imagine that too. The darkness...I hate the darkness.”
I smiled. Would he have said that before meeting me? I imagined he would have been more comfortable in obscurity. And now listen to him, wishing it was light so he could see what I was doing.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he said. “If I can’t see it—oh, Christ Almighty my cock’s hard—I want to know it.”
“I’m going to come soon, Sir. And it isn’t really them I want to watch, but you said I had to, so I must obey, Sir.”
“Who do you want to watch?”
“You. I want to stare at you while you come all over my tits. I want...fuck, Sir, it’s coming...”
“Look at me,” he near shouted. “Fucking look at me.”
Desire was raging inside me, pushing and pulsing, building to a level I hadn’t felt in a while. I stared at him, seeing nothing but his silhouette and wishing the moon was brighter, that it would give me some light in which to study him. I could just make out his hand going up and down his cock, speedier now. He moved closer, pointing his cock-tip to my chest. It came into contact with my skin, and the judders of him wanking transferred into me. I couldn’t hold back and lifted my chin, half- closing my eyes, trying to see his face but failing. All that was on offer was the dark grey shape of his head and the blurred tableau of Geoffrey and Helen to the right of it. But I could imagine what Victor looked like—eyes narrowed, his face taut with his concentration, jaw clenched, lips pulled back—and that visual sent me over the edge.
I came, muffled wails stuttering with my breaths. Victor raised his free hand and slapped me across my face, the shock of it—and the pleasure that he’d brought himself to do such a thing—sent spears of knife-sharp bliss through my clit. Oh, fuck, he had a good slap on him, and I opened my mouth to order him to do it again, but was prevented from doing so by a force of sensation so massive it left me speechless.
He obliged my silent request with another ringing smack—same strength, same place. My head jerked to the side from the impact, and I released a quiet cry of delight at how much it hurt yet pleased me at the same time. Easing my fingers out of my cunt, I finished off by furiously going at my clit, my wetness making it a slippery and oh-so-divine rub that had me arching my back. Victor’s cock-tip slid just below my shoulder with pre-cum, and I held my breath for the real deal.
It spurted, hot, searing, Victor gripping the collar and yanking me forward until my brow rested by his navel. I had the brief thought of whether him pushing his cock downwards like that had given him different kinds of feelings, a different feel to coming.
“Oh, yes!” he hissed. “Fucking yes!”
My cheek burned, and as it grew hotter, my orgasm waned. I panted through the aftershocks, each exhalation matching the shove of Victor’s cock into the hollow above my collarbone. He slid it in his cum, and I resisted the urge to turn my head away from him to open my mouth and lick him clean.
“God, Zara, my God...”
I knew what he’d meant, that he couldn’t find the words to express how he felt. My mind was a whirl of questions, me trying to come to terms with the fact that I’d switched—and enjoyed it. The loss of control had brought something new to the equation, and Victor had been so...so damn masterful. And that slap. My cheek was still humming. The glut of shame and surprise at being hit around the face had catapulted me to a new high I wouldn’t say no to if offered it again.
I remained where I was as Victor eased away and returned his cock inside his underwear. Zipped up then stood, looking down at me as I looked up at him. I had to agree with him—damn the darkness.
“Stand,” he said.



I'm going to give away three pdf copies of The Novice, all you have to do is leave a comment with your email address and I'll pick a winner at random at the end of the hop - good luck and do check out the Harlem Dae website and all the awesome reviews for Sexy as Hell.

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Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Totally Bound Blog


Don't miss the Totally Bound Blog! Loads of great authors dishing the dirt and nattering about all things sexy fiction daily! I host the 28th of every month!



Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Breathe You In - Relaunch!


My popular sexy romance Breathe You In is being revamped and relaunched by my publisher Totally Bound in March as part of their What's Her Secret line.

Check out the gorgeous new cover designed by my most favourite cover artist of them all Posh Gosh.


Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.

If the road to Heaven starts in Hell then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been. 

I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy. Because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben. 

Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.