Wednesday, 26 February 2014

The Muse Has Shifted!

Hello lovelies,

Less words this time, more pictures. You might remember I drew a piccy for my lovely friend Lily Harlem. Well, it turns out, it has created a bit of drawing/painting avalanche. So much so that I am giving them their own page :D It's labelled drawings.

I am now officially a writer and a drawer. :D

Here are a couple of examples - I do love painting ladies ;)

Some have been commissioned and some are freefalling.

If you want see more - go to my brand spanking new drawings page...

Sunday, 23 February 2014

Sexy Sunday Snog!

Ooops - I'm a little late to the Sunday Snog party today but hey - isn't that fashionable?

Here's a sexy snippet from my story The Scribe which features in The Brit Babes new anthology - Sexy Just Walked into town - over 70,000 sexy words packed into a hot hot book - FREE for you! So if this little taster entices you - please go and download the full thing for FREE! See list at the end.

The Scribe

The door. I hear the door open. My thighs clamp shut in shame and I’m shuffling my skirt back down when he strolls into the room.
What’s going on here then?” He sounds like he’s being jokey but I’m so humiliated and ashamed at being caught that I can’t read his expression. I have a flashback to the same scene when I was small, only it had been my mother who’d walked in then.
What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she’d screamed in an explosion of fury and I’d stared at my stained skin and cried.
Nothing,” I stammer gathering my pens and brushes to my bosom and scramble to standing.
Come on.” He stoops low and I surrender back onto my heels. “Show me.”
He stares at me with those eyes. Those artist’s eyes that scrutinise, study, absorb and analyse. He knows my body intimately, inside and out. I’ve posed for him a hundred times and lain down for him a thousand.
He eases the pens from my grip and lays them on the floor. His fingertips are cold as he gathers my skirt and pulls it up to my resisting fists which are balled into my lap.
Please, let me see.”
I watch the curling ink come into view as I relax my hands. Hard black scribbles both adorn and sear my flesh.
What’s this?” he asks with curiosity, not anger and I feel I might tell him.
It’s mine.”
Your what?”
My arousal,” I say. He slides his palms onto my thighs, tugging the fabric up further and sighs. I tremble, thinking he’s going to chastise me for marking myself so viciously.
It’s beautiful,” he says and shuffles backwards so he’s on all fours staring at my work. He leans in and parts my knees, inhaling my dampening want. He reaches out and picks up one of my pens. A Rotring thick nib fountain pen. One of my favourites. “May I?” he asks tentatively and I am wide eyed at his request.
Of course,” I whisper, quivering. I lean back on my palms and spread my thighs wide. He is intense as he makes the first mark. A long sweeping scroll from knee to groin. I shudder as he stops short of my thickening pussy lips. I hold my breath and indulge in the sensation of the ink drying. That’s it. That’s the nirvana I’m after. It’s such a subtle tiny triumph; you have to be in a very special place to perceive it. It’s like being licked by a tiny angel. He does the same on the other leg, slower this time so it dries while he’s still applying it, raising goose bumps in its wake and shooting a nerve tentacle of pleasure to the peak of my clitoris. The rising carries on its journey and I fill my chest with breath to meet it at the tip of my nipple before it retreats back to my pussy. He’s on to a brush now. He swirls my Japanese sable bamboo onto the wet charcoal block, round and round until it’s good and swollen with moisture. He bids me to unfurl my knees and lie back like a Vitruvian man.
He paints the soles of my feet, between my toes then over the arch and ankles. My whole being is centred in the tip of the cool fibres as he continues, swirling and caressing every dip and curve of my body. My stomach flutters as he makes his way over first one knee then the other, writing, drawing. I feel letters being teased onto me, then shapes and waves. I am losing myself in this slow careful ecstasy. At last the brush swoops over my mons, intertwining with my own curling fibres. My pussy is slick with desire now and I wish he would dip into me. I open my legs as wide as I can and tense my buttocks, forcing my entrance high. He obliges and sinks his face onto me, inhaling and breathing me in. He parts my thighs further with his forearms while a finger from each hand opens my plump ripe lips. He waits for a second or two, just watching my pussy twitch and contract in anticipation. I reach down and grab his hair, pulling him onto me, my bud, my cunt. He flattens his tongue down the whole length of my sex and I groan as he expertly points and darts into me then back to my clit where he swirls and laps and paints all the patterns he has made on my legs. Just as my inner muscles begin to convulse in that tell tale peaking, he stops and lifts his face away.

You like to feel the ink drying, don’t you,” he says...

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Thank you! And enjoy x x x

Friday, 14 February 2014

Sexy Just Walked into Town - oh yeah!

Well lookee here my lovelies - my Brit Babe ladies and I have been working hard on a top secret gift for you and your reading pleasure - here you are - mwoah!


Available FREE!
Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. This group of eight British authors, which I’m proud to belong to, have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.

Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.

With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between us, the Babes know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes' home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books we’ve published. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!

And please, if you enjoy this anthology, leave a review. The Babes will be forever grateful.

Happy Valentine's Day!



Lots of love from The Brit Babes x x x

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Excitement for the Big Day!

Just popping by to tell you how excited I am about Valentine's day coming up! (There may be a special gift in store just for you, so pop back on Friday!) I am a die hard fan of the whole thing. I get told off by many people - saying, "It's just a con invented to encourage mass consumerism!" or "It's just a lot of superficial nonsense that makes people stressed!" or "It's commercialism at it's worst".

Well to that I say NONSENSE!!

There's nothing like the feeling, the thrill of anticipation the night before when you slip into a silky bubble bath wondering who your dashing mystery hero might be - the black polo necked fiend who deposits a box of Milk Tray on your pillow, then leaves without a sound (the swine!) or the handmade card with scribbly left handed writing to disguise the author? Or that moment where a someone you've never met before suddenly gives you flower... ok so - perhaps I am influenced somewhat by adverts from a certain era - but I'm telling you - take the time to send a card! You will make somebody smile to the roots of their being!

Here's my secret - I know I will be getting a Valentine's card. I've known every year from the age of 7 and I cherish it lovingly to my bosom - knowing full well who took the time to do such a gesture.

Now a lady would never tell... but thank you Gran, makes my year!

Go on - get out there and send that card!
And pop back here for your special Valentine's gift from me and my friends

x x x

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Misconduct by Lily Harlem

Look! The gorgeous and prolific Lily Harlem has another new release! Here's the details - hold on to your hats (or other bits n bobs) for it will be a hottie!

Misconduct, the 6th book in the Hot Ice Series. The Hot Ice books are great read in order but it really doesn’t matter as they standalone as individual novels. The team, the Vipers, stays the same but each story follows the love and lust of a new player and a lucky lady (or guy) who captures their interest.

The first book in the series is Hired which won Best First Chapter and Best Cover – Readers Choice, D Renee Bagby - and recently hit the #1 spot on the Amazon Erotic Romance Charts. The second book Cross-Checked won Best Sports Romance of 2012 at Sizzling Book Reviews, the 3rd novel Slap Shot  features the kinky captain of the team!), the 4th, Teamwork, is ménage a troi -what’s not to love about TWO hot hockey players giving it their best shot in the bedroom with one very happy girl? The 5th book, High-Sticked also graced the Amazon Chart recently and rode high in the Gay Romance top 10 for several weeks. High-Sticked is the only m/m in the series.

Now Misconduct has been released into the world and stars goaltender, Dustin ‘Speed’ Reed. He’s fast and furious, cocky and charming and has a heart of gold. He also has a few dark desires that he just ‘has’ to follow through on. Phew, it’s hot stuff!


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.

If you like hot hockey players or just hot athletes in general, then you might want to check out the entire Hot Ice Series . Also, indulge in a few steamy pictures on Lily Harlem’s  Pinterest page – the real thing, hot ice and High-Sticked boards. There’s also a great new one-stop-shop website to cater for all your hockey romance needs - Hockey Romance with it’s own Facebook Page.

Enjoy first chapters and want to whet your appetite for more? Find links to FREE first chapters on Lily Harlem's Blog and see what takes your fancy.

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Excerpt from Misconduct

“Dustin, no, we can’t do this. Not here, not now.”
He licked his lips, leaving a wet sheen there that captured my attention. “We can. Come on, what do you want?”
I shook my head, licked my own lips. I couldn’t bring myself to say it. But the truth was I didn’t want him at all because the team couldn’t afford him. Not on his current exorbitant salary anyway. God knows what my father had been thinking when he’d agreed to that. He must have been on the whiskey or something.
I looked out to sea, watched a lone gull swoop across the surface of a crashing wave.
“Tell me,” he said again, pulling me closer still.
My breasts came into contact with his chest. A dart of longing went through me like it had in New York when he’d kissed me. How did he do that, when he was so damn furious with me it just made me want to get closer to him, physically that was. Sense told me I should run, get the hell away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to.
“This won’t work,” I said.
“Why not?’
“Because I…I don’t want you.” I pressed my hands on his dense pectoral muscles, stared up at him.
“Why not?”
“The state I’ve inherited the team in is…” I stopped myself. I really couldn’t go into all the financial details with a player. That wasn’t fair, nor ethical. Not when I hadn’t had a chance to hash it out with Dad yet.
“The state you’ve inherited the team in?” He spoke with a guttural quality to his voice, as though he’d mixed gravel with the words.
“I can’t discuss it. You’ll just have to accept the decision.”
His nostrils flared and his lips flattened. “You mean that, don’t you? You really don’t have any intention of renewing my contract.” He paused. “Shit.”
God, I hated to see pain in his eyes. He clearly loved playing for the Vipers. And who could blame him? It was every hockey players’ dream come true.
I slipped my hands higher onto the base of his neck and rubbed the taut tendons there with my thumbs. “I wish I did want you,” I whispered.
Oh, what a lie. Because I did, just not for the team. His body, pressing against mine, the smell of his slightly malty breath and the way he was eating me up with his gaze. It all made me want him very much. In my bed.
Suddenly he snapped me tight against him, wrapped his arms around my waist and set me flush against his body.
“And I wish I didn’t fucking want you,” he said, his jaw tightening, the syllables seeming to struggle to get out from between his gritted teeth.
He wished he didn’t want me? Those words ping-ponged around my mind. What did he mean? That he did want me, the way I wanted him, even though it made no sense?
I went up on my toes and cradled the back of his head. I stared into his eyes, looking for answers. His pupils were wide despite the sunshine, and desire flamed within them. Yes, I’d been right, he did want me, exactly the same way I had to have him. Now.
I kissed him. With the same furious passion he’d inflicted on me in the hotel. For a horrendous moment I thought I’d made a God almighty mistake—his lips were still, his tongue flat. But then he melted, opened up and let me in.
He groaned, dipped his tongue into my mouth and slid his hand up my back to my hair, bunching his fingers in my casual updo.
Like before, his kiss transported me to a wild place where anything could happen. I writhed against him and was aware of his cock hardening against my stomach. It thrilled me that he was turned-on by me. Big, tough Dustin was hot for a bit of action with little old me. Bring it on.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips.
“Okay,” I gasped.

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