GUEST BLOGGER LILY HARLEM WITH DESK JOB

Hot New Release from Lily Harlem – DESK JOB

Hot off the press is Lily Harlem's latest ménage a trois novel based in London, Desk Job. Her London Menage set of books are taking off, the first one Muscling In has received many 5* reviews and Desk Job is set to do the same. Currently working on the third book in this series, Lily says she never believes three is a crowd, and in her opinion more is definitely merrier!

Here’s the low down on Desk Job, which, incidentally, can be enjoyed as a standalone read, these books are only very loosely connected.

Desk Job

It’s just another PA job, right? Okay, the CEO is hot, and his partner hotter, but that doesn’t mean Stella Wright has to fall for their erotic brand of seduction. Does it?

Who is she kidding? Stella is only human, she has bills to pay and insecurities about how she looks the same as we all do. So when Andre Bramon asks her to work on more than just dictation she can’t resist.

Tristan Wainwright is a different matter. Brooding and dark, he barely has time to ask her to do anything. Then when he does finally pause, noticing her, all that pent up energy reaches a boiling point.

Before long Stella is swept up in a passionate love affair with not one man, but two. She never expected a threesome to be part of her job description, though now…well, perhaps it might prove to be the perfect solution to a whole host of her problems.

Excerpt

“I’m going to apologize in advance for this ... but I can’t help myself.”

He ran his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers slotting into my hair, and pulled me closer. He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he dragged me to him.

I released a groan of longing. He tasted exactly how I’d imagined—dark heat and man, a hint of coffee.

Releasing my grip on the chair, I grasped his shoulders. Beneath his cotton shirt was hard muscle. Damn, why was that shirt in the way?

He moaned into my mouth as he stroked over the top of my stockings, tracing the lace with his fingertips.

He kissed with the same skill and intensity as he approached his work. I surrendered to it. Allowed him to whisk me up into a heady soup of lust.

Could we? Here?

Fuck.

What am I doing?

I tore my lips from his.

He didn’t stop kissing me and traveled his lips over my cheek to my neck.

“Tristan.”

“Mmm, Stella. You’re so sexy. You’ve got me crazy for you. All week ... how you look, talk, hell the way you walk...”

“No…” What about Andre? “But.”

“No, buts. Please, no buts.” He cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I pushed at his shoulders and tore my gaze from his. “I can’t.”

He tugged his hand free of my skirt and stood, releasing me. A flash of disappointment went over his face and I couldn’t help noticing a large bulge behind his zipper.

“Forgive me.” I stood, and in a strange, limping gate, rushed to the ladies’ restroom. I pushed through the door, then stood at the sink, staring into the mirror at my smudged lipstick.

My mind was swimming. What the hell was going on with me? I was a one-man woman. I never cheated. I didn’t two-time. That wasn’t who I was.

But Andre and I were hardly in a relationship. We’d had a night of fun. We were going for lunch tomorrow.

It was the start of something.
But I wanted to start something with Tristan too.
I liked him, more than liked him. I wanted him. I wanted his body, I wanted his mind, I wanted the special smiles that he seemed to save just for me.

“Stella. Please, come out.”

I glanced at the door. Tristan had opened it a fraction, though I couldn’t see him and he couldn’t see me because it opened in the opposite direction.

I didn’t answer.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s not your fault.” I reached for a tissue and tidied my  smudged lipstick.

“Clearly it is. Please, come out here and let’s talk this through. I can explain.” “Explain?”

“Yes.”

I ran the cold water and put my wrists under the flow. It was as if a fire were burning inside of me.

“I promise you, Stella, there really is no reason to be so upset.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”
I turned off the water. He knew nothing.

“Please ... otherwise I’ll come in there and get you.”

I didn’t doubt it.

I went to the door. As I reached it, my broken shoe emerged around the small opening. The heel appeared reattached.

“I fixed it.”

“That was quick.”

“I’m known for efficiency.”

Of course he is.
I took it and, with one palm placed on the wall, slipped the  shoe back on.

“It probably won’t hold for long. But it will get you home,” he said.

I opened the door fully.

Tristan had one hand against the frame, his elbow locked. When he saw me, he released it and straightened.

“Thank you.” I stepped past him. “For fixing my shoe.”

“Stella, let me explain.” He gripped my upper arm and spun me to him, not roughly but not completely gently either.

My breath hitched as I looked into his earnest face.

“There is nothing to explain, Tristan. I like you, really I do...” And yes, given the chance I’d roll into bed with him in a heartbeat. He was someone I wanted to get to know better in every sense of the word, much better. “But I’m seeing someone.”

His eyebrows twitched, then he nodded. “I know.”

“How ... But...?”

“Andre.” He kind of shrugged then released my arm. “It’s not a big deal.”

“How can it not be a big deal? He’s your business partner.” Damn, had Andre told him everything, the way I’d wondered if he had?

“He’s more than a business partner. He’s my best friend. We’ve been through the good and the bad times together and you...”

“Me?”

“We’d definitely like you to be the good times.”

“I’m not following...” I patted my hair, it was messy at the back from where he’d ran his fingers through it. “Why did you kiss me if you knew I was seeing Andre?”

“Because I know he won’t mind, not in the least.”

“How do you know that?” Most blokes I knew would mind very much if another guy kissed the girl they were seeing. “Is he missing the jealousy gene?”

Tristan gave a twisted smile. “Oh no. I can’t imagine he’d want anyone else touching you, kissing you, but me ... well that’s different.”

“How? Because you’re friends, because you’re close?”

“That and...”

“And what?”

“Well...” He shifted from one foot to the other. “We decided a while ago that we needed a personal assistant to share, one person who understood what the other was doing so that our diaries and commitments didn’t clash.”

I nodded. I understood that.

“And we also decided...” He hesitated.

I wondered what the hell he was going to say next. I hadn’t known Tristan to be anything other than super confident but he was standing before me now, slowly gathering words. “What did you decide?”

“That not only do we want to share a PA, we also want to share a woman.”

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About Lily Harlem

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, All Romance eBooks, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work 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 Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Trilogy - 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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GUEST BLOGGER ROSE WULF WITH WET

Please welcome my guest blogger today, Rose Wulf with WET.

Hello! Thank you so much for having me today!

I’m super thrilled to share with you my latest release, Wet (Elemental 1)! Wet is the first in a five-book paranormal romance series. My Elemental series is a re-release after some noteworthy revisions and scene additions – so even if you read the previous version of Elemental 1, this one will have some new surprises for you! Without further ado, I present, Wet!

Blurb:

Blake Hawke, first born of the four Hawke brothers, has the ability to control water.

            Keeping the family secret is a big deal. A deal Blake all but throws out the window when he finds Brooke sitting alone on the beach. Before he knows it he’s showing her everything he can do – until he gets the call that his baby sister is trapped between an impossible fire and a cliff.

            Brooke has barely come to terms with the fact that she’s got the hots for a real-life Aquaman when news breaks that they have serious enemies. Now she’s got a guy to win, a secret to keep, and weather-controlling enemies to look out for. The last thing she needs is to add some creepy stalker to the list.

            Can Blake protect his family and the woman he’s falling in love with from an enemy he never knew he had?

Excerpt:

It was all she could do to keep from jogging to the shore when she spotted him, sitting on the edge of the tide with his feet in the water.

As she drew nearer, she slowed, taking in the sight of him with his elbows resting on raised knees and his chin cradled between his linked thumbs and index fingers. It was a thoughtful, reflective position. Sobering. She almost felt bad for some of the thoughts that had been swimming around in her head a moment ago. Almost.

“Hey.” Brooke settled next to him on the sand. She kept her feet curled up and out to the side at her knees so as to keep her shoes from getting wet.

Blake turned his attention to her, his posture relaxing as a smile lifted his lips. “Hey, thanks for meeting me.”

She returned his smile. “So what did you want to talk about? Did something else happen?”

“No. I just thought maybe we should talk one-on-one, you know, after you’d had a chance to sleep on everything.” He paused and studied her, looking for something. Whether or not he found it, Brooke had no idea. “How are you handling all that?”

Releasing a breath, Brooke said, “Me? I’m handling it okay. I mean, for me it’s more surreal and startling to learn about the existence of people with powers like yours. I’m not being targeted, remember? So it’s only scary in the abstract.”

Blake arched a brow at her choice of words. “Abstract, huh? And how’s that?”

Brooke allowed her smile to feel a little flirtatious as she leaned forward and brushed her fingertips along his cheekbone. “I don’t want anything to happen to you is all,” she whispered.

Blake swallowed and the tide rolled in a little higher, just barely brushing her knees. Then he’d threaded his fingers into her hair and crushed his lips to hers, his other arm winding around her waist to hold her in place.

It was all she could do to swallow the moan in her throat as she kissed him back. His hair was soft over her fingers when her hands slipped behind his head, and his tongue was hot in her mouth when her lips parted. She’d nearly forgotten how good he tasted.

She could’ve sworn she purred as his tongue stroked hers, desire burning low and hot in her belly. It was such a contrast to the cold water that continued to tease her knees. Blake’s fingers dipped beneath her lightweight sweater, his soft touch teasing her skin and finally pulling free the moan she’d been fighting. He sucked on her tongue, putting more weight into his touch, until his thumb found the right spot to have her arching into him.

He released her lips as her breasts pressed firmly into his chest, trailing his kiss down the side of her throat. She held onto him, moaning again as he shifted to cradle her body more properly against his.

“Blake,” she breathed as his tongue danced around the hollow at the base of her throat.

He rumbled and lowered his head, tongue and lips sliding to her collar bone and down to the line of her scoop-neck sweater. And oh, how she wanted him to keep going. To tear off her clothes and kiss the rest of her aching body with the same tender hunger he was bestowing to her collar and neck. How she wanted to feel his heady touch in private places. Brooke doubted she’d ever been so immediately hungry for a man.

Blake made a sort of groaning sound and removed his lips from her skin. “God, you’re distracting.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

He grinned. “Not really. I just feel like there’s more that should be said first.”

“And you can’t talk while you’re kissing me.” Her words were resigned, because she knew he was right. She just didn’t want him to be.

“Exactly.”

Looping her arms loosely around his shoulders and making no move to otherwise adjust herself, Brooke said, “So talk. What’s on your mind?”

The question was ridiculous, of course. She knew what was on his mind in more ways than one. She just suspected she hadn’t properly absorbed it all yet. There was still some sort of surreal distance between her sense of reality and the ideas the Hawke family had discussed the day before. People who can throw lightning. Really? But then again, the man she was currently embracing could become water—she’d seen it herself. So was the rest really so far out there?

Blake released a breath and pulled her in enough to rest his head on her shoulders. “Everything, I guess,” he admitted. “I really want my uncle to be crazy, but … that’s not his style. He’s a realist, even if his ‘realism’ sounds impossible.”

“And you’re worried,” Brooke guessed gently, her fingers weaving through his hair and massaging his scalp in an attempt to comfort him.

“Yeah.”

“Blake, that’s natural,” she said. “They’re your family, and you just found out you might have enemies who can generate your kryptonite at will. That’s heavy.” As she said it, she realized she was exactly right. She could only imagine how terrifying that would be for him and his brothers. To go from knowing they had more power than the people around them—knowing they were stronger—to learning they had invisible enemies designed specifically to hurt them. Although that might be over-simplifying…

Blake straightened after a moment, taking his time dragging his gaze up to hers. “I know. And I swear I really did want to make sure you were okay, all things considered.” He paused and brushed his lips lightly over hers again. “But it’s possible I was also hoping for a distraction.”

Swallowing a schoolgirl giggle, Brooke raised exaggeratedly dramatic eyebrows at him. “Weren’t you just complaining about that?”

“I was confused,” Blake insisted, sliding the hand still beneath her sweater a little higher. “I understand now.”

“Understand what?” she challenged, fighting her natural response to his touch.

Blake met her challenge with a confident grin and caught her mouth in another hot, demanding kiss.

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About Rose:

            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!

            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her four year-old German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).

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GUEST BLOGGER GALE STANLEY WITH THE STABLEBOY

Please welcome my guest blogger, Gale Stanley with THE STABLEBOY.

The Stableboy

Scenes From The Underground 3

Evernight Publishing

CoverArt - Jay Aheer

Genre - MM Romance

Blurb

Perry thought he hit rock bottom when he went from reality TV star to prison inmate. Then the warden gave him a choice—stay in prison or be part of a new rehabilitation program. It was an easy choice, but nothing comes easy, and Perry soon learns the truth. 

Instead of enforcing the law, Police Chief Arthur Wright and a group of dirty cops set up a stable of porn stars, and they’re staffing it with talent handpicked from the prison. Perry does what he has to, in order to survive, but when he mouths off to the sadistic cop who’s training him, he discovers there are worse things than making dirty movies.

Teaser

Meathead put his hand over mine to steady it and gave me a refill. “You’re supposed to sip it.”

“Right.” I took a little sip and narrowed my eyes at him. “I thought you were a health freak.”

He grinned at me. “I’ll cop to the freak part.” 

I grinned back. Chalk one up for the cop. He actually made me smile.

“Get in the tub.”

“Yes, master.” Holding my wine carefully, I climbed into the tub and slid under the hot water. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a bath. It felt like the height of luxury. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I resorted to sarcasm. “If you’re trying to seduce me, you should have lit candles. Maybe some music—”

“Cut out the bullshit.”

“Yes, sir.” I did my little mouth zip pantomime.

Meathead started to take his clothes off. 

Hah! Liar, liar, pants on fire. You do want to fuck me.

Suddenly, my nerves kicked in. I had a busy day. What if I couldn’t perform?

I was already on Wright’s shit list. I didn’t need another bad report card. My fear lessened as Meathead revealed more of his body. He was incredibly hot. Almost too handsome, he took my breath away. I wanted to lick the sexy smattering of dark hair between his chiseled pecs. When he pulled his boxers down, a fat cut cock sprung out from his neatly trimmed bush. I tried not to stare. He didn’t need the ego trip. Still, nothing beat the sight of a long, stiff cock. Knowing it was hard for me made it even better. He might not respect me but he couldn’t deny he wanted me.

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Author Bio and Links

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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GUEST BLOGGER JR GRAY WITH CLOUDED HELL

Please welcome my gust blogger today, JR Gray with Clouded Hell.

About Clouded Hell

I survive on avoidance. Physical pain to avoid the mental. Disposable flesh to avoid relationships. Work to avoid attachment. My club became my empire of avoidance. Inside the ring millions are won and lost. The fight is confined to breaths, actions and reactions, fists and pain. Rules don’t exist. Only my opponent exists.

I’d been avoiding my needs for far too long when Remi stumbles into the Inferno and I’m hungry. The promise of a submissive with no attachment is far too tempting. I can’t resist him. He was only supposed to be a distraction, but I know I'll never get over him. There isn't a chance in this clouded hell.

Teaser One:

If I hadn't seen the video of the fight, I wouldn't have believed it. I clicked the button on my laptop to rewind it, to see the way his body moved. I gripped myself through my shorts and glanced over at Kai. He was busy inking a full back piece, and I doubted he'd even take a break for another hour. He couldn't see me from where I sat. It would be so easy.

I trailed my fingers over the places Dante had left marks. I could almost taste them, even if the bruises had faded. I'd looked at them in the mirror over my bed and fucked my hand every night since I'd left. I groaned as I slipped my hand into my shorts.

I squeezed my shaft, digging my nails into the sensitive skin. I had to bite back a hiss of pain. Kai could easily walk out and see me. The rooms in the shop were three-quarter walls to divide the space with wide open doorways. Maybe I wanted to be caught. I kicked my feet out, watching a bead of sweat drip down Dante's neck. When he threw a punch his muscles tightened, and it took me back to him swinging his belt. The sound of his fist hitting flesh was close, so close, to the way the leather sounded against mine.

I shouldn't be imagining him touching me, but it was impossible not to. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to mark me with them. I was hit with the sudden realization he'd been acting when he was in the ring with me. He hadn't even gone at half speed. He was a monster when he fought. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from getting up and into my Jeep to drive to the airport.

I used my free hand to unbutton my shorts and slide down my zipper, freeing my cock.

Teaser 2:

 

“It's fucking hell being with you. Has anyone ever told you that?"

His grin broadened. "The whole world is hell, doll. At least with me you get a reprieve from the sun."

"So this is hell at night?"

"I like to think of it as Clouded Hell. One of the rare cool days you've got to hold on to when everything else won't quit."

He lifted his hand again, and instead of smacking me like I expected, he cupped my cheek and brought his forehead to mine. I fucking melted, right there in his inner circle of hell, and I wouldn't have changed it.

About J.R. Gray

When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it's half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.

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