Saturday, 28 March 2015

Welcome to Saturday Spankings...

What is it about a hot, sophisticated guy who knows how to roll up his sleeves and redden his woman's ass that's so damn sexy? Mmm, maybe it's because when he's in the boardroom no one would suspect him of this, when he's making multi-million pound decisions he has to us those skilful hands to sign on the dotted line? Whatever it is, it's hot, and I have you not one but two sexy billionaires who know how to use their hands. This week meet Kane Ward, the hero of my new BDSM novel In Expert Hands.


Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client. 

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs. 

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams. 

“Tell me it’s sexy,” he said, rubbing her clit.
“Ah…oh, yes…sexy, it’s sexy.” Damn, she was so aroused, more than she’d realized, and him doing that…
“Sir,” he said a little sharply.
“Sir, it’s sexy, Sir.”
He gave a lopsided smile and eased a finger high into her entrance.
Imogen felt her knees slacken.
“There we go,” he said, pulling out. “That’s why we have the bench.” He scooped her close and steered her to the middle of the room.
As she walked, her breasts stayed taut and swollen; the rope didn’t move, it kept her bound.
Kane maneuvered her to the end of the bench then pressed the center of her back. “Bend over double,” he said. “But tell me if it’s too uncomfortable on your chest.”
She did as he’d asked. The leather was cool on her hot nipples, and as she put her weight lower the sensation in her breasts increased, making them more sensitive and adding to the maelstrom of arousal darting around her body. “It’s okay, Sir.”
“Good. Now twist your head so you can see me in the mirror.”
Again she obeyed.
He was standing directly behind her, still in just his suit trousers. He’d removed his shoes and socks, she wasn’t sure when. He looked so big and powerful, so dark and edgy and full of energy.
A tremor of anxiety went through her.
“Shh…” He smoothed his palm over her naked buttocks. “If you need to stop, you know what to say.”
“Yes, Sir.” She widened her stance. She could do this. She wanted to do this.

Stop by next Saturday to learn just how capable Kane's brother Taylor Ward is with his hands! His story features in Sexy Just Got Rich - A Brit Babes Anthology.

Their Sexy Talk ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS85

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday! This weeks theme is sexy talk so here's a few from Escape to the Country, my super-steamy anything goes novella!


When the stress of city living takes its toll on Annie and Tim, a dirty weekend in the country visiting sexy friends proves to be just the antidote.

London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.
So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.

As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.

Who would have thought he’d be into that? Who would have thought ‘that’ would have her buzzing from head to toe?

She smiled up at me, her lips lazy, then wrapped her hands around my elbows and glanced with glazed eyes over my left shoulder.
I followed her line of sight.
“That was so fucking hot, Annie,” Tim said, looming over my back with an expression of crazed lust on his face. “So fucking hot. I nearly came in my pants watching that little show... Jeez.”
I froze.
Jane giggled and our breasts rubbed together.
“You haven’t changed a bit, Jane,” he said, fiddling with his fly as if it was perfectly normal to have watched me giving oral sex to another woman.
“No, but you have. You’re only into her now, aren’t you? No-one else will do it for you.”
“Yes,” he said, standing behind me and shoving my voluminous skirt over my bare back. “Annie is the one for me, today, tomorrow and every day after that, but...” He looped my knickers over my ankles and let my feet hang over the end of the bed, “I’m not opposed to sharing her with you guys to find out what works best for her delectable little body.” He wrapped his fingers around my hips and pulled me backwards.
“But...” I said as his erection prodded my entrance. “But I thought...”
“Shh,” Jane said, smoothing a hand down my cheek. “Don’t think, just feel. Let us make you feel good, Annie. We all know you faked it in the pool earlier. Let us find out what you really want. After this weekend, you’ll never need to fake it again.”

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

Friday, 27 March 2015

Out Now! Cut Too Deep by Marissa Farrar


Guys like Ryker Russo don't notice girls like Jenna Armstrong. 
Constantly on the move, Jenna doesn't want to settle down anywhere. As long as her latest motel room has a television, wi-fi, and a vending machine, she will make do. It isn't just Jenna's curves that make her self conscious. Beneath her clothes she hides a secret, one that she is running from. 

But when her car breaks down, leaving her without a mode of transport to get to the next town, mechanic Ryker seems to show an interest in her. With his muscles, tattoos, and piercings, Ryker has trouble literally written all over him. Jenna can't understand why he would want to be seen with a fat girl like her, and besides, she needs to keep moving. Time is running out and she's terrified if she stays in one place, her past will catch up to her.

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Ryker turned to her, the laughter fading. She caught the look in his eye and it wasn’t one of humor. She bit her lower lip in mock coyness as his eyes raked up and down her body. He took a step toward her, pushing her back into the wall behind. His movements were rough and urgent, grabbing at her clothes to yank her t-shirt over her head while she fumbled at the button of his jeans. He pressed her body up against the wall with the length of his own, kissing her hard, his fingers laced in her hair. His kisses were hard enough to leave her lips bruised, but she returned his urgency, their tongues meeting and sliding together. The silver ball of his piercing grated against her tongue, sending shivers of desire through her body. She wanted to get her hands on his naked skin, and she needed to do it right now. She couldn’t stand the idea of any clothing separating them.
They broke the kiss just long enough to pull t-shirts over their heads and rid each other of their jeans, Ryker losing his shorts with the denim. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall behind her, while his other hand delved down, into her panties.
Held against the wall like this, helpless and at Ryker’s mercy, she moaned as his fingers slid through her pubic hair and down, between her inner lips. He pushed a finger inside her and then added another, curling his digits inward to find the secret spot on her inner wall that made her whole body throb. She cried out with pleasure. He kissed her neck, and across her shoulder, slipping her bra strap down and exposing one breast. His mouth closed over her nipple with a wet heat, his teeth grating.
Jenna’s breathing became more frantic. Only his hand holding her wrists and his fingers insider her held her up, or her legs would have given out, leaving her in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Her arousal started to build in a tightened coil deep in her belly, building higher and higher as he increased his movements inside her. She tried to tug her hands away, wanting something to grab hold of, but he held her firm. His teeth gently sank into her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pain directly down between her legs and she unraveled, crying out her pleasure louder than she meant to.
Ryker slipped his fingers from her and used his body to hold her up as she collapsed against him. She panted, her forehead rested on his chest, looking down. His arousal was evident, bobbing up to meet her gaze.
She wanted to repay him.
Jenna dropped to her knees and held his length in her hand, steadying him. Ryker gazed down at her, his lips slack, his eyes hooded with need. He reached out and put his palms flat against the wall, steadying himself.
Jenna parted her lips against the shiny, smooth end of him, inhaling the musky scent that was purely Ryker Russo. She licked the salty drop of his desire and then sank her mouth down over his length.
Ryker gasped above her and she glanced up to see his eyes closed, his lips parted. She swirled her tongue around him and increased her pace and suction. He grew even harder in her mouth and she reached out to gently cup his balls and squeeze.
His eyes flew open, locking her gaze with his. “Fuck, Jenna,” was all he managed before he reached down to drag her back up again and tore her remaining underwear from her body.
“Wait,” she said, forcing herself to be sensible. “We need protection.”
“It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“Yeah, so am I, but that’s not the only thing to worry about.”
“Jenna, if you happened to get pregnant, I would be the happiest guy in the world.”
She kissed him. “You’re crazy. But this isn’t the most stable place I’ve been in my life, so get us some protection.”
He gave a smirk. “Whatever you want.”
He grabbed the condom from his drawer and quickly sheathed himself.
She held her arms out to him and gave him a wicked grin. “Now come here and do me.”
He slammed her hard against the wall, and hooked one of her legs around his hip, opening her up to him. His hard length pressed against her most intimate part and with a forceful thrust, he pushed up inside her, filling her. Jenna cried out, her head falling back against the wall. Ryker’s mouth was on her throat, grazing her skin with his teeth, as he thrust again and again. She gripped her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, her body jerking with every movement, her heel digging into his taut ass. One of his hands grabbed the curve of her bottom, while the other roughly held her breast. She didn’t care that their love-making was rough and brutal. It was as if he was trying to claim her for his own, fuck her into submission.
Jenna’s orgasm powered through her, grasping tight to Ryker as he let out a guttural groan and held himself deep inside her.
They clutched each other, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Ryker dropped a kiss on her shoulder and then pushed her hair away from her face with one hand.
“I fucking love you, Jenna. Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
She pressed her lips together. “I love you, too,” she told him.
But she couldn’t promise she would never leave.

Author Bio:

Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she’s been married for multiple years and has three young daughters, she’s conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.
The author of seventeen novels and numerous short stories, she has successfully self-published for the last five years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.

If you would like to know more about Marissa, you can usually find her hanging out on her facebook page . You can also tweet her at

Thursday, 26 March 2015

Special Guest - Kay Jaybee

Please welcome my great friend and all-round fabulous author Kay Jaybee to my blog today, she's wielding a flogger though so make sure you behave!

Yes Ma’am!!

In 2012 I wrote a collection of six female dom and male submissive stories called Yes Ma'am. To this day, it remains one of my most popular anthologies, but I have to confess, I haven’t publicised it very much, because I really really didn’t like the cover!!
I am delighted to announce that Yes Ma’am has now been given a fresh new cover!!
Check it out!!

A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma'am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.

Lying in Wait - Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment...
Black - He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can't explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to. Why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control around him. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself...
Dear Claire - Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret. When her friend Claire asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed,  it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfolded, and ready for Ali to do whatever she likes with. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.’
Don’t You Emma” - In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover Daisy arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl who, it seems, can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult...
Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she realises her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt...
Rachel’s Twisted Tale - Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her.  He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want saving. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this....
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Available from Xcite, Amazon UK, Amazon US and all good Kindle and eBook suppliers.
Many thanks for letting me drop by today, Lily!
Happy reading,
Kay xx

Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.
Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at
You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – 

Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Genre Swinging!

Wow, that makes me sound like Tarzan flying through the trees! What I actually mean is that I’m a complete floozy when it comes to sticking to one genre in the world of writing erotic romance. I swing and slide and fling myself around them all! I’m completely unfaithful. I should have pampas grass growing in a tub by my laptop. (It maybe an urban myth but in the UK pampas grass growing in the front garden is a sign that the couple who live there are swingers!)

You see, beneath this wonderfully erotic and romantic umbrella there is just so much diversity to enjoy when you have a wild and dirty imagination like me. There’s the obvious sub-genres which are male/female plot lines, male/male and of course female/female. Then there is ménage a trois, or ménage a quatre (which I thoroughly enjoyed writing about in Candy Canes and Coal Dust and Shared Too) and beyond that there is so much more. BDSM, paranormal, biker stories, fantasy, sci-fi, stories set in foreign lands. I just can’t resist, I’m like a kid in a sweet shop, they all appeal. I want to taste and chew and rejoice in each and every one in an authorly sense of course!

But I didn’t always feel like that. I remember going to a wonderfully glamorous occasion up in Lincoln with my publisher Totally Bound several years ago and sharing a glass of wine with a bunch of their M/M authors. At this point I hadn’t strayed from writing M/F sex scenes and plot lines and to be honest I couldn’t understand the draw of M/M, reading or writing it. Oh, how little I knew back then!

These authors were so animated, so passionate about their sub-genre that I was intrigued and as soon as I arrived home I downloaded some of their work. Oh, yeah, I was hooked. Hooked on reading it to start with and then I had a go at writing it. I absolutely LOVED writing it!

Which might sound odd unless you’ve given it a go. Basically the dynamics of a love story are the same no matter what the gender but I really enjoyed all that testosterone and getting into the minds of men. I had to write dialogue how a bloke would speak, and think like one too. That was my biggest challenge. I’m a girly girl. I like pretty things and pink and I guess I wax lyrical a lot too in my everyday life. Men just don’t do that, so writing M/M requires a different author voice. Oh, and the other thing they do, they don’t bother with wining and dining, to be honest flirting is a minimum too. In M/M books it seems to me that the find each other, establish gayness, get down and dirty and then decide if they want a relationship. I’m sure that’s not true in real life, but this is fiction and that seems to be what the reading masses of M/M erotic romance want. And here is an interesting fact, the demographic for M/M readers is straight women in their forties and fifties. Why? I guess that’s another discussion!

I tried the opposite too F/F writing and enjoyed that as well - though not as much if I'm honest. I then got to playing with ménage a trois and having the men into each other as well as fancying the female – wow that was fun! Then ménage a quatre with two men and two women all having a most excellent time. Phew!

And after all that, what’s left? Well, to be honest, there’s lots left. If I then take those pairings and triplings etc and throw them into BDSM novels, paranormal etc then the sky is the limit. There is just so much genre swinging to be had.

I love the fact that my ‘closed off’ feeling about trying M/M was fleeting as I now have a serial Caught on Camera. Part One is FREE from Totally Bound and all other good ebook retailers so don’t miss it if you fancy dipping your toe into the man love pond. Then if you enjoy it, check out the others. Yes, it’s rude, incredibly so, it’s also fun, but at the end of the day it’s a love story like all the others I write.

I’m going to make a confession now though, and that’s to say my favourite genre is good old Male/Female. Maybe it’s because I’m straight and have been with my man for two decades. The majority of my real life friends (I differentiate between friends in the village to my author and reader friends on line!) are in a similar situation. I think it’s for this reason I tend to have lots of M/F plots swirling around my head at any given time. Some are sweet and sexy, Breathe You In, some are BDSM (That Filthy Book and In Expert Hands), some are bikers – like my new story Burning Rubber in the Wild Angels Anthology – and some just wild, unwholesome fun! (Harita and Escape to the Country).

I guess I’ll continue to be a genre butterfly because I just can’t resist a new call for submissions or a story that tugs my brain and demands attention. If you’d like to know more about my books then please check out my website (and my library on The Brit Babes blog for a list of books), feel free to Friend me on Facebook where I’m usually hanging out talking all things sexy books and sharing some pretty hot pictures too, and of course on Twitter!

Thanks for reading.

Lily x