Friday, 27 November 2015

Color of Love Blog Hop

Thank you for stopping by my home on the web and for joining in the fun on the Color of Love Blog Hop. There's some great prizes up for grabs just click on the Rafflecopter link below! 

 I have an interracial M/M erotic romance, Dark Warrior, set in Africa. I adored writing it and was particularly inspired by photographs of Kenya. Here's a few...

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While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep. 

Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn’t bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik. 

Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He’s also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo’s dismay, married—isn’t he? 

No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night. 

Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn’t sure if he’s coming or going. Whenever he’s around Malik he can’t help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them. 

Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful, can’t be contained and it’s all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.

I've also been lucky enough to travel to Africa recently, here's a few pictures of some of the beautiful creatures I saw while out on a safari drive with Mr H.

Water Buffalo

White Rhino - they had an armed guard!

Zebra crossing!

My favourite, the giraffe, so majestic and gentle.

Excerpt from Dark Warrior

“Fuck,” Leo said, coming to an abrupt stop. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“What? Why?”
“Going under for all that time.”
“I wasn’t under long. I was just checking my nets.”
“Yes. I have captured us some dinner, for tonight.” He held up a black stringy bag that contained two writhing silver fish.
Leo grinned. “Looks good.” He pushed backward, moving to the bank where he could stand.
“They will be. I will cook them for you,” Malik said, following.
Once at the bank, Malik tied the fish bag to a twisted root so that the creatures were still in the water. “They will stay fresh like this. Until we have built up our appetite again.”
“Mmm, I think we should start working on that soon.” Leo could stand now and the water sat at his waist. The sun on his wet skin tingled and he relished feeling cool for the first time all day.
“I agree,” Malik said, coming to stand next to him. “In fact, I think we should start right now.” He leaned forward and kissed Leo—a long, deep kiss that included lots of tongue and a close cuddle.
Leo’s cock pressed up against Malik’s abdomen. Just contact with his flesh, even in the cold water, had blood rushing to Leo’s shaft. God, he needed this man.
Malik slid his hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Leo’s erection.
Leo broke the kiss. “Damn, I love you touching me. Every time feels like the first time.” “That was hot. That first time, in your room. I had to detour on the way home.”
“You did?” Leo moved his hips in time with the slow, steady rub of Malik’s hand on his cock.
“Yeah, I had to find a quiet spot and relieve myself. My dick was about to explode.” “And you thought of me?” Leo asked, struggling now not to flutter his eyes shut. The sensation of Malik’s hand on him in the water was blissful—enough to turn him on but not enough to have him coming.
“Of course I thought of you. You’re all I have thought of, Leo, since the first moment I saw you.”
“Yes, really.” Malik leaned in. He kissed Leo’s cheek then around to his ear.
Leo could hear and feel his hot breaths. He clutched Malik’s wet shoulders and held on. “And now,” Malik murmured, “I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Yes,” Leo said on a sigh. “Yes, please, that’s what I want. No, I need it. I need you to fuck me, Malik. Now.”
“And what my Leo needs, is what my Leo has.”
Malik released Leo’s dick but took hold of his hand. Leo noticed that Malik was erect and ready to go again.
“Come, this way.” He led Leo to a big, hippopotamus-shaped rock on the bank. Next to it was a manmade rug of some sort.
“What’s this?” Leo asked, his wet cock tapping against his abdomen and his retracted balls making walking a little awkward.
“It’s a reed bed,” Malik said. “I told you. I want you to be comfortable while you are here.”
Leo nodded. He was struggling to stay calm. He wanted to just bend over the rock and offer himself open to Malik. He didn’t need reed mats. But Malik, despite his promises, seemed in no rush to get the fucking started.
“Lie down. Facing upwards,” Malik ordered. “I will be right back. Don’t start anything without me.”
Summoning patience, Leo did as Malik had asked, stretching out on the soft reeds that rustled beneath his back and buttocks. He stared up at the perfect sky again and resisted the temptation to play with himself. Instead, he took several deep breaths and clenched his arsehole, hoping that he’d soon have something to clench around.
Suddenly Malik’s face filled his vision. “Good,” he said, dropping to his knees and kissing Leo. “You waited.”
“It wasn’t easy.”
Malik straightened and he let his gaze linger over Leo, head to toe. He seemed to be visually drinking him up, committing every detail of Leo’s body to memory. He reached out and traced Leo’s nipples, first one then the other, with his fingertips.
Leo shuddered, desire racing through him. His nipples peaked and tightened, his stomach tensed.
“I like your pale hair, here,” Malik whispered, bending forward and snaking his tongue through the small triangle of blond hair that sat over Leo’s sternum. “It’s so delicate.”
“Mmm...” Leo managed, shifting his hips.
“And also this bit, here,” Malik said, sitting up again but letting his touch wander to Leo’s navel then wind through his pubic hair.
His knuckles brushed Leo’s straining cock and Leo jerked.
“Steady, boy,” Malik murmured, slipping lower and cupping Leo’s balls. “I’m going to take you exactly where you want to go.”

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Thursday, 26 November 2015

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Spicing It Up - OUT TODAY!

Out Today - Spicing it Up, my scorching hot 'ginger figging' short story that features in the Over the Knee anthology. You can now purchase it as an individual read.

Available from Amazon, Amazon UKTotally Bound and all other good ebook retailers.

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Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.

Cassandra lives by a set of rules that both thrill and complete her. Having Master Raif attend her every need in and out of the bedroom is perfection. She trusts him absolutely, and he wields his power over her with a great sense of responsibility.

But when he announces an erotic new way to spice up their after-dinner party she can’t help having a few nerves. Really? That? There? And would it feel good?

There is only one thing for it, and that’s to smile through the evening and let the anticipation build. When it finally happens and she gets what’s coming to her, Cassandra knows she’ll never look at spice the same way again. The heat is intense, the burn scorching, and her Master takes her to new highs that make her sizzle with satisfaction.

Want to know more about the Victorian kink of ginger-figging? Check out my post HERE.

Monday, 23 November 2015

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! Loving the sexy prompt which made me think of my new release Rule Breaker.

Miller has just served ten years in prison which is where he and Lacey met (she's a prison nurse) and now that he's out it's time to let all that pent up passion unleash. He's a bit out of practice though and only 19 years old when he was locked up, so she's having to give him a little guidance when it comes to the art of cunnilingus.


Miller kissed me, but only for a few seconds, then he trailed his lips down my neck to my breasts. He made short work of removing my bra and set to lavishing attention on my nipples, using his hands and his mouth to bring them to tight peaks.
I scraped my fingers over his hair and tugged his mouth closer as I pressed into him. The hot, wet suction and flicking tongue had my pussy so damp it was like an electric pathway from my nipples to my clit.
“Mmm...nice,” I moaned.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said against my skin. “I can’t believe it’s real. That we’re here, together.”
“It’s real,” I said, scraping my nails down the nape of his neck to his shoulders. “Can’t you feel me?”
“Yes, every bit of you.” He inched downward, kissing his way past my abdomen to my knickers. He touched his lips over satin and against my mound, kissed me there, long and hard.
I reached behind myself, grabbed hold of the slats in the headboard and arched my back. Fuck. This was so much. Fantasy and reality were becoming one.
“We need these off,” he said, furling the waistband of my underwear over itself.
I raised my hips and helped him remove the last of my clothing. Then I let my knees flop open and watched as he settled between them. Desire sank to my groin and throbbed there as I stared at his wide body getting comfortable, filling my bed just the way I’d known he would.
I adored his thick shoulders, and from this angle could study the tattoo that dominated the right one.
“Damn, I’ve missed pussy,” he said, eyes closed and breathing deeply. “I may be some time down here.”
“Take as long as you need,” I murmured. “Oh...ow...” I shifted and brought up my knees.
He’d swiped his tongue over my sensitive clit.
He did it again then up, down, sideways, back again. It was a hard, sharp movement. “Oh, fuck...” I said, darting my hand down to protect myself. “Less is more.”
He glanced up at me.
Our eyes connected.
“Don’t whip it,” I said, “treat it like it’s delicate. Press, just above it.” I moved my hand and cupped his cheek. “It’s okay. Do it.”
He looked at my pussy again and poked out his tongue. This time he applied firm pressure with the flat just above my clit, right where I liked it.
“Mmm...yeah,” I said, gripping the headboard again. “That’s it, just there. More, with that part of your tongue, not the tip.” I had no qualms about giving instructions. I’d been telling Shay what to do and where for years. “Push inside me with your fingers. Feel how wet I am for you.”
He kind of groaned.
I breathed in the scent of my fragrant heat.
He stroked through my ridges and hidden folds.
Goosebumps sprang up on my skin.
Then he spread me apart and entered me with two fingers right up to his knuckles.
I pushed down onto him. A mewling sound escaped my lips. It was bliss-laced frustration. My body needed more—more filling, more pressure, more of everything.
He stroked his fingers around inside me and I ached for something thicker, more solid. “Give me it all,” I said. “Three fingers, your tongue...your cock.”
My cunt was stretched wide as he penetrated me with three thick fingers. “Ah...yeah...” I said, squeezing my eyes shut and panting through the dense, deep sensation. “Fuck yeah...”
He curled his fingers and found my G-spot.
I bucked toward him. “God, you’ve found it, yes...just there...rub me...”
He did.
The fretting pressure around my clit increased too. My climax was building.
“Miller...” I gasped, tossing my head left then right. Brilliant bright lights were flashing behind my eyelids.
My legs tensed and trembled, my inner thighs locking him to me.
Still he carried on, working me inside and out.
“Yes, yes...I’m coming.” I gasped.
The muscles in my belly contracted, bunching me forward. I released the headboard and gripped his head.
He didn’t appear to notice, instead stayed with me as I rode his mouth and his fingers and claimed a fast, steel-hard orgasm that stole my breath and made my heart thud violently. My pulse, loud in my ears, was drowned out by my cries of delight. Climactic waves seized me, holding me hostage to bliss. Still I bucked for more, thrust myself onto him.
I’d come so hard, spasms were still contracting around his fingers.
“Oh, God, please, it’s so much...” I pulled at his head, my left hand curled around his ear.
He lifted and stared at me.
My vision was a little hazed but I could see his cheeks were red and his mouth and chin shiny with my juice.
“That was fucking amazing,” he said, continuing to fuck me with his fingers and creating soft, wet noises.
“ it.” I released his head and gripped the sheet, continued to take his fingers into my pussy as the last thuds of my orgasm played out.
He ducked his head and kissed my mound, my clit, the damp folds of my labia. “I told you I may be some time down here,” he said, nipping my inner thigh with his teeth then kissing the sore spot.
“Mmm...stay as long as you want.” I widened my legs, feeling free, wanton, adored. I wanted Miller to have all of me, as much of my pussy as he could handle. Damn, the bloke deserved it after all of this time.

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Sunday, 22 November 2015

Sunday Snog - Muscling In by Lily Harlem #newrelease #excerpt #erotica #menage

Welcome to Sunday Snog, here's a smooch from my new menage a trois novel Muscling In.

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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 Mooreland 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. 

“Fucking hell you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he said, slipping his hand into my hair, his palm scraping over my ear.
“Ed...” I said breathily.
“So fucking beautiful. Coben’s a lucky guy to have you.”
“You can have me too.”
He mashed his lips together. A small tendon jumped in his
cheek, beneath the bruising there.
My heart galloped and my stomach lurched in anticipation of
what I was about to ask. “If you want me, that is.”
He pulled my face to his and hovered his lips over mine. “Did
you ever doubt that?”
“You shouldn’t have.”
He kissed me in a hot, hard way that sent white-hot need racing through my veins. The sweetcorn fell to the floor as he wound his arm around my waist and tugged me closer. His hold on me was vice-tight, his strength evident in every muscle beneath my palms.
I straddled his legs and he urged me to sit on his thighs. Our heads now level, the kiss deepened. Our tongues tangled, our breaths quickened. I wanted him. I wanted Ed in my pussy, fucking me. The way he’d fucked Coben with determination and desperation, I wanted that too. And damn the guy deserved it after what he’d been through.
He fisted the hair on my crown and tugged.
I was forced to tip my head back and as I stared at the ceiling he kissed and nibbled his way down my neck.
“Oh God,” I moaned. Each section of skin he’d touched felt so alive. I rocked forward and felt the bulge of his erection forcing itself on his leathers.
“Ah yeah,” he moaned. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” He slipped his hand up the inside of my top and cupped my right breast.
“More.” I pushed my crotch over his, feeling the thickness of his shaft even through our clothing.
“Much more.” He squeezed my breast over my bra, gathering up all the flesh and the cup.
I squirmed in exquisite discomfort.
He released the tight hold on my hair and I looked at him again.
His lips were damp and slightly parted and there was a flush on his cheeks. “You’re the perfect woman,” he murmured. “Hot and sexy, yet gentle and kind. I want you. I want all of you.”
“And I want you.” I cupped his cheeks and held his face.
A sudden bolt of realization hit me. We couldn’t do this. Not without Coben. It wasn’t fair. I belonged to him. I was his wife. And although he was looking forward to the threesome fantasy and had been fucked by Ed it was something we all needed to do together.
“Coben,” I managed.
“Yeah, he’ll be home soon right.” He leaned in for another kiss.
“Yes, but...”
“Oh fuck, there’s a but?” He stilled.

Grab your copy of Muscling In from Evernight, Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe and all other good ebook retailers.

Saturday, 21 November 2015

Special Guest - Lea Bronsen

Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes?

In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she'd spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives?

Wait no more: They're here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story :)


The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test.

Will their love be strong enough to have a future?


While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof. “You got everything?”

“Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?”

My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now.

A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”

Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.

I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car. “Come on.”

“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance.

I unlock and push the wood door open. “I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”

“When are they gonna fix it?”

“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”

“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me.

Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.

“Oh!” He laughs.

As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him.

Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness. “What are you up to?”

“You have a problem?” I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.

“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me.

How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol.

He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed. “This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.

“One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.

Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other.

But this isn’t the right place. We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else.

Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.

As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies. “Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving.

He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.


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Lea Bronsen

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

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Thursday, 19 November 2015

Adventures in South Africa with Mr H!

As some of you know I recently had an incredible trip to South Africa with Mr H. I fell completely in love with the country. The people were so friendly and helpful everywhere we went, the scenery was breathtaking and the animals beautiful. I also wasn't expecting it to be such a culinary experience, but the food and wine was outstanding and because we were marching around exploring it didn't seem to matter that we were indulging in three course lunch and dinner!

Here's a few highlights from my once in a life time trip, a trip that will stay with me forever and no doubt many of my experiences will appear in future stories.

After a 12 hour flight from London we were very happy to reach Cape Town. This is Table Mountain viewed from our hotel garden.

Cable car to Table Mountain - heights are really not my thing and to top it all the base of this cable car rotates so everyone gets a full 360 view. I hung on to Mr H especially when the wind swung us about. 

Mr H is very fond of marching me around, and once at the top of the mountain we broke away from the other tourists and made our way to the highest point - Maclears Beacon.

The path got pretty steep at times.

Once at the top I made friends. This little lizard was doing press-ups, apparently it's a way to keep cool.

Not sure what type of butterfly this is but it had picked a wonderful place to live.

View from the top down over the city, Robben Island in the distance on the left.

Nobel Square at the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront. All four South African Nobel Peace Prize Winners. Nelson Mandela far right. Table Mountain had its cloud 'tablecloth' on this day so we were glad we'd been up the day before.

A visit to Boulder's Bay to see the penguins - you can swim with them but that wasn't really my idea of fun (far too smelly!)

Don't see this sign every day when you go back to the car park.

Cape Point, and yes, Mr H insisted we walk to the furthest point which is just behind the lighthouse in this picture. I was glad we did as we had the viewing point all to ourselves, well, not counting a few thousand cormorants that is.

Watch out for pedestrians!

Next was a trip to the winelands. Stellenbosch was beautiful as was Franschhoek. Found a couple of bookshops along the way.

Lunch with a view sipping delicious sparkling wine.

Next we headed to the coast and stayed in a lodge surrounded by fynbos (protected scrubland full of animals and flowers).

Milkwood forest - a lovely long walk but we kept an eye out for baboons who have a reputation for mugging in the area!

This little guy came to see me while I was having a cup of tea on our decking - magical.

As we headed west the water warmed and we lost sight of the whales we'd seen off the coast of Cape Point. No swimming here though, a surfer lost his leg in this bay a few months previously because of a great white shark.

Coolest place ever to have dinner!

Big cat sanctuary.

This leopard was beautiful and very calm, but as our guide said, she'd eat any one of us (and she clearly liked the taste of him!). I wasn't even allowed to turn my back for a selfie despite the wire fence as he said she'd pounce.

We were allowed into the enclosure with Tandi the cheetah though - she'd just been fed. She was purring loudly and didn't seem phased by being centre of attention.

Our safari lodge was fabulous, and to be honest more like a tent on one side as it zipped completely open. I adore these netted beds, there's something very romantic about them.

Wire coat hanger art in the bathroom.

I also love these safari jeeps that have a pop out bar for sundowner drinks fitted to the front! Excellent accessory. Note the guide keeping an eye out...

Just as well he was because these elephants literally popped out of the bushes. Check out the baby, aww...

We had to pack up quick and it was a good job we did because we were soon chased out of the area by the bull elephant and his herd - yes, it was seriously scary and this picture doesn't show the speed they were going at or capture the noise!

We were very privileged to see white rhino. They have an anti-poaching man with them 24/7 who sits in his truck with a big gun!

My sunset picture was photobombed!

So as you can tell I was completely enchanted by South Africa. We were very lucky and managed to cram in so much and see so much, each day was an adventure I'll never forget. We didn't do any big shopping there, instead we tried to be very generous with tips and buy from small markets and gift shops to help the local people where we were staying. I adored how everyone was so generous with knowledge and time with us. Most of all I loved two whole weeks with Mr H and no interruptions from business trips and deadlines.

I can safely say that Africa was good for my soul and I think it was for his too, so much so he forgot his password to log into his work emails when we got home! Now that's relaxed.

Thanks for reading, do share any thoughts or your own Africa experiences below.

Lily x