The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem (@lily_harlem)

The Silk Tie“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”

New from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into a her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.

The Silk Tie is available from Amazon

The Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers

 

Back cover information

Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game.

But there’s always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do.

But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?

 

Excerpt

The bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.

“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.

Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.

He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”

“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.

“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”

“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”

“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”

I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”

He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”

There was a knock at the door.

We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.

The door opened and Brent walked in.

He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.

He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.

Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.

“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.

“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”

“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”

“Yes.” I nodded.

He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”

I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”

He released me and turned to Gabe.

I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.

“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”

Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”

“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”

“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”

Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.

I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.

Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.

Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”

I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.

“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”

That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.

Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.

When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.

“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”

“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.

Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.

I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.

“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.

“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.

Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.

He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.

Gabe was utterly still at my side.

Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.

Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.

“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.

“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”

Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”

I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.

Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.

Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.

“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”

“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”

Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.

“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.

I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.

“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”

Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.

Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.

Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.

Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.

Gabe panted and stared downward.

I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.

“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.

Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.

I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.

He began to withdraw.

Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.

Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.

Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.

Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.

“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.

“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”

Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.

Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.

My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.

Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.

Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.

“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”

Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”

“Not…like this…I want…I need…”

 

 

Lily HarlemLily Harlem Bio

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora’s Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeats Press. Her HOT ICE series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.

Her latest novel, Breathe You In, is a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come. Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2013.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set Trilogy available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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My Sexy Saturday #34 – Do You Think I’m Sexy? #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is do you think I’m sexy? I’m sharing an excerpt from my brand new paranormal erotic romance novel, Pack of Lies, which released yesterday!

“Yes,” he said, picking up his glass and downing the amber liquid in one. “Yes I do.”

“Christ,” she said, eyeing the empty glass, “I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended by the speed you just gulped down that drink.”

“Flattered.” He grinned. “Most definitely flattered.”

“Hmm, okay then. But you’ll have to wait more than two seconds for me to finish mine. I’ve barely started it yet!”

“Not a problem. Take your time.”

Sally narrowed her eyes, seemingly not quite believing him. Then she picked up her drink and sipped at it. Slowly, delicately.

The wench—she was fucking teasing him! What’s more, he realized as more blood thundered to his dick, he liked it.

You can buy Pack of Lies here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


My Sexy Saturday #33 – Our Sexy Love #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is our sexy love. I’m sharing an excerpt from my erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures.

‘We’ve waited for you for a very long time, and we hated the thought of having to let you go. Now we don’t have to, I’m a very, very happy man.’

‘That makes two of us,’ Ethan said from close behind her. She turned in Jeremy’s arms to face her other lover, reached up and slipped her arms around his neck. He bent and kissed her, his skilful lips and tongue sending her pussy into a complete meltdown.

Sandwiched between the two sweetest, kindest, most attractive men she’d ever met, Alice sent her heartfelt thanks to whatever deity might be listening. She was the luckiest girl in the damn world.

‘Hey, Alice,’ Jeremy murmured into her ear.

She didn’t pull away from Ethan. Instead she made a “uh-huh?” noise into his mouth, knowing Jeremy would hear it.

‘I love you.’

That stopped her in her tracks. She pulled away from Ethan and looked at Jeremy over her shoulder. Grinning, she said, ‘I love you too.’ Then she turned back to Ethan. ‘And I love you.’

You can buy Stately Pleasures here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x


Who’s Your Favorite Sherlock? Sherlock’s Scandal by Suz deMello (#Sherlock #MFRWAuthor #spanking)

170px-A_Study_in_Scarlet_from_Beeton's_Christmas_Annual_1887Who doesn’t love Sherlock Holmes? Since the publication of the first Holmes story, A Study in Scarlet (1887) the tall, hawk-nosed detective with the caped greatcoat, brilliant mind, and a taste for opera has never lost popularity. Almost as soon as film was invented, Holmes hit the screen (Sherlock Holmes Baffled, 1900) and he’s never left. According to Wikipedia, the Guinness World Records has consistently listed Sherlock Holmes as the “most portrayed movie character” with more than 70 actors playing the part in over 200 films.

Rathbone_as_Holmes_-_F&RWhen I was young the most famous Holmes was Basil Rathbone, a portrayal I never particularly cared for. He seemed overly arrogant and pompous.  To me, the best Holmes was Jeremy Brett in the beautifully produced and acted Granada Television series (1984-94).

Robert Downey Jr. plays Holmes as scruffy and antisocial, while Benedict Cumberbatch’s modern day Sherlock is edgy, tech-savvy, and self-aware, describing himself as “a high functioning sociopath” (with a touch as Asperger’s I believe).

So Sherlock as a character has shown himself to be mutable; he can change with the times.

Who’s your favorite Sherlock? Why?

In my version, Sherlock has an active sex life, but a bored Sherlock is a dangerous Sherlock. His twin vices of cocaine and sex could prove his undoing, until he meets his match in elusive, enigmatic Irene Adler. Hiding her heart, Irene deserts Sherlock in the midst of their affair. He schemes to win her back, but the lady won’t come easily to hand. Instead, she forces him to compete for honor, glory and  love.

Sherlock's ScandalHere’s an excerpt from Sherlock’s Scandal:

We banged against each other hard, wildly, with no rhythm, but frantically, mindless animals seeking completion. My breath came in grunts and pants, and Sherlock’s chest heaved against me as I jerked and bucked. We slid against each other, slippery with sweat before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them high against the headboard. He began to ride me in earnest, with a steadiness that drew me into his rhythm. When we were moving in tandem he released my wrists and dropped his head to kiss my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside when his rod reached deep.

He reached for my legs, drawing them high and setting my ankles on his shoulders before slapping my ass-cheek in cadence with his thrusts. I tore my lips away from his and gasped, “Sherlock!”

He laughed. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, but—“

“But what?” He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my belly, spanking me again on my available bum.

“But…” I knew that the English had a predilection for spanking their women. In fact, caning was known as the English vice, but I had never before encountered it, and I was not sure I wanted to.

Like what you read? Get it here:

Ellora’s Cave | Amazon UK | Amazon US

 

suz w name venice maskAbout me:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

find Suzie’s books here:
http://www.tinyurl.com/SuzDeMello (publisher’s site)
https://www.amazon.com/author/suzdemello
https://www.amazon.com/author/sueswift

Sunday Snog – City Nights: One Night in Paris

Sunday Snog

City Nights: One Night in ParisIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, yay! This time, I’m sharing another snog from my M/F erotic romance novella, City Nights: One Night in Paris.

“Pretty quick. And yeah, once definitely won’t be enough. It’s going to take more than one go for me to get my fill of you, sweetheart.” Slipping his hand behind her neck, he pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips parted immediately, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, searching out hers. They met in a hot, wet embrace, twining together.

Jacob wondered if she could taste her own juices, and whether she minded. Given the way she was kissing him back, he suspected if she could, then it didn’t bother her. He’d obviously been with some damn prudish women in the past without even knowing.

He cradled her face, deepening the kiss, allowing his desire for her to take over once more. Gripping her hips, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, without breaking their embrace. Releasing her, he shifted his hands up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples as they continued to enthusiastically explore each other’s mouths.

Annabelle shifted her bottom down his body, so she was perched just above his crotch. As a result, his shaft rested between her bottom cheeks. Unable to resist, he reached down and pushed the fleshy globes together, trapping his cock. He rocked his hips, effectively masturbating himself. A groan escaped his lips as the delicious sensations rushed through his body.

You can get your hands on City Nights: One Night in Paris here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!

My Sexy Saturday #32 – My Sexy Year #MySexySaturday

My Sexy Saturday

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is my sexy year – in other words, there’s no theme, so we’re posting all kinds of sexiness! I’m sharing from City Nights: One Night in Paris, my M/F erotic romance novella.

“That’s true.” He grinned widely. “In that case, it was an incredibly intelligent move. Practically genius.”

“Wow, I’m snogging a genius. Who would have thought it? Little old me!”

“But you’re not actually snogging—” Jacob’s words were cut off as Annabelle moved right in front of him, stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. In spite of the wine, he froze for several seconds as his brain tried to catch up with what his body was telling him.

Soon, his body forced his brain to snap out of it, and he responded accordingly, wrapping his arms around Annabelle, pulling her closer and returning the kiss with relish. Her lips were plump, pliant, and her mouth was hot and tasted of the wine they’d been drinking, as well as the chocolaty dessert they’d shared.

Eager to taste more, Jacob slipped his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss, letting his passion roam. The way he teased and explored her mouth obviously turned her on, as the hands she’d previously linked behind his neck shifted down his body, cupping his arse. Squeezing it, pulling him harder into her.

This close, she couldn’t fail to notice the rapidly-hardening cock trapped between their bodies, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Far from it, in fact. She seemed just as aroused as he, her hands shamelessly groping his backside and little grunts and groans emanating from her throat as they devoured each other’s mouths.

Only the fact they were standing in a busy street held Jacob back. Probably just as well, too, given they’d only just met. If they had privacy, who knew what they’d end up doing.

You can buy City Nights: One Night in Paris here.

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x