This week the erotic author spotlight falls on Lily Harlem. Lily writes for a number of prolific erotic publishing houses, including Ellora’s Cave, Totally Bound, Mischief at HarperCollins, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books.
About Lily Harlem
You can find the raunchy words of Lily Harlem in a plethora of erotic anthologies in the UK and USA, as well as reading her sexy stories either as a full length novel or as bite-sized bliss in short stories. Covering the entire spread (!) of the erotic writing spectrum, Lily Harlem writes about intriguing and warm characters and scenes from romance and love to outrageously filthy sex.
Lily Harlem is a consistently popular erotic author, with her works Scored, Anything For Him, Hired, The Virgin (now titled The Novice) & Good Cop, Bad Cop all claiming the top spots on Amazon in the last few months.
Lily Harlem also writes as one of the Brit Babes gang, which you can find out more about over on the Brit Babes erotica website.
Stories for when the Sun goes Down – Lily Harlem
That Filthy Book – Lily Harlem & Natalie Dae
Spice Rack – Lily Harlem, Karen Stivali & Karen Booth
Sexy as Hell: 6 part Fifty Shades Hotter than Grey Series – Lily Harlem writing as Harlem Dae
Would you like to read some free Lily Harlem erotica in return for writing a guest review at Cara Sutra? Just contact me by email here and I will see what I can arrange for you!
Update: 28 January 2014
Lily has been in touch and has a brand new, exciting release out this week!
The book is from Lily Harlem’s Hot Ice series and is entitled Misconduct – all about ‘those bad boys of hockey’.
Misconduct Hot Ice, Book #6
(perfect as a standalone read)
Manage the Vipers hockey team! Me? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky-assed goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so.
It’s okay though. I’ll escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat. Except Dustin decides to jump on for the ride. Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun.
I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes. The feeling is mutual—a potent cocktail of anger mixed with lust. I know we shouldn’t. It can’t end well, especially when I’m going give him the sack as soon as I push him out of it.
But what’s the fun in having rules if no one ever breaks them? I’ll take what I can, give him what he wants and worry about balancing the books tomorrow. Surely my heart will be fine.
He lowered his head so that his mouth was by my ear and his chin touched my jawline when he spoke. “Admit that you want me… sweet cheeks.”
I bunched his shirt in my hands. His breath had sent a wave of sensation down my neck and over my scalp.
Want him. No.
His body. Oh yes. I could have some fun with that.
“Why the hell would you think I want you?” I whispered, studying the way his short hair was neatly clipped around his ear.
“Maybe because right now you’re physically hanging on to me. Maybe because you didn’t go off with Vadmir or Mike tonight, you came to bed alone, hoping I would follow.”
“No, I didn’t, that’s ridiculous, I…”
“What?” He looked into my eyes, his nose just an inch from mine. “You what, Miss Gunner?”
“I didn’t hope you’d follow. You annoy the hell out of me.” I frowned, but as I did so my lips puckered, and I moved my head a little nearer to his. The urge to feel his mouth on mine was becoming overwhelming.
“And you annoy the fuck out of me,” he said, also drawing a fraction nearer. “Not least because you lost us the game tonight.”
“I didn’t,” I whispered.
He kind of growled and a tug in my belly told me that noise turned me the hell on, even though I knew it shouldn’t.
“And,” he murmured, “you annoy me because you won’t admit you need me.”
I was a little breathless. He was stealing my breath and my rational thoughts. His rich, low voice was almost hypnotic. “I don’t need you.”
“Yeah, you do.”
His mouth hit down on mine and he yanked me close. It was a kiss that was ravenous and furious and made my head spin. I was trapped in his arms, feeding him kiss for kiss. Our tongues at war and our teeth touching as he slanted his head to drive deeper.
I wanted to climb up him, get in him, have him in me. Fuck, the guy could kiss as well as he could stop a puck. It was intoxicating and a sudden desperation to get naked stormed through me.
“Dustin,” I managed against his mouth.
He was panting, so was I.
“We should—” I said, glancing at my room door.
“No.” He released me as suddenly as he’d grabbed me and I faltered for a second to regain my balance. “No, we should do nothing.” He flicked his hand between us. The teasing humor had left his eyes, now they were cloudy, defensive. “Fucking nothing. Nothing at all.”
Oh God, he regretted the hottest kiss I’d ever had.
Well, that was okay, because I regretted it too. Even though I could taste him, feel him. Even though my blood was boiling for him. I regretted it.
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