Sexy Just Got Kinky: Kinks to Make you Think by The Brit Babes- #EroticaNovels #BDSM #Anthology

Blurb:

Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.

Featuring stories by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.


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Excerpt from The Anonymous Life by Marissa Farrar

It started with a photograph.

A single, crazy, adrenaline-filled moment of madness.

I’d had enough of being ignored, of being the maid, the chef, the chauffeur to my unappreciative family. I dreamed of the days when men used to drop to their knees before me in the streets. They’d beg to buy me drinks, just to get me to spend a little time in their company, and, if they were lucky, snatch a kiss and take me home to their bed. Now, I was invisible. A mother, a wife, a housekeeper. I longed to be seen as something sexual again, and so I took the photo.

I made sure not to include my face. I didn’t want to be identified. Instead, I held the camera on my phone with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other, squeezing them together so the tops lifted and rounded in globes. My nipples peeped between my fingers, crinkled and hard. The lighting wasn’t perfect, and I had no idea what filters to use, but that didn’t matter.

I posted it online.

It was on one of the popular social media sites, known more for its raunchy posts than some of the others. I’d used the site to watch porno GIFs often enough, but I’d never had the guts to comment or post something of my own.

Until now.

I gave myself an online name—theanonymouslife. All one word.
It was only a single picture, but already my emotions surged up inside me, making me feel alive—a mixture of excitement and guilt, and horniness.

Already, I was addicted.

I stayed on the computer, checking for comments and reblogs. People liked my tits, it seemed. More than my husband, who hadn’t laid a finger on me in forever. There were a couple of negative notes, but I brushed over them in favour of the positive ones. Damn trolls were everywhere.

I don’t know why I got such a thrill from posting my picture online, or why I’d even felt the need to do it at all. Maybe there was anger in me, a resentfulness I couldn’t shift, and posting the photo felt a little bit like revenge. Or rebellion. I resented my husband for plunging me into a life of celibacy that I’d never asked for. I’d always been a sexual person, and still was, but now sex was denied to me. My children stole my body away, though they never asked to do that, and I would never hold them responsible. I love my kids. They are the one thing that keeps me walking the straight and narrow when all I want to do is run, screaming, throwing off my clothes and frustrations as I do so. I dream of a future alone, where I can pick and choose men as I please, allow them in my life for a short while, only to continue alone once more.

Sometimes now, I feel like I barely have enough time to have a thought to myself without being interrupted. I can feel the years slipping away, knowing I’ll never get them back. I’m only in my early thirties—too young to be this dried up person already—and the thought of the rest of my life as a sexless woman terrifies me. I love my husband, I do, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me anymore. He’s always too tired from a long day at work. I don’t know if he has no interest in sex in general or if it’s just me that no longer excites him. I can’t say I blame him. After seeing the births of two babies, I’m not sure I’d excite me either. But I can’t bring myself to break up our home, can’t stand the thought of the hurt in our children’s eyes if we separated. Plus, he’s a good guy. I like his company, most of the time. We’re just missing that important element.

So, instead of dealing with the real problem at hand, I took the photograph.
It was harmless. I wasn’t hurting anyone. But quickly I discovered one picture was not enough.

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About The Brit Babes:

So who are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure are 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, bestsellers and accolades between us, we just know you’ll find something to keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat.

Visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by us and hosts special guests every Monday. You’ll find links there to our FREE anthology too. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has arrived!

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Russian Heat by Lily Harlem- A One Night Stand With A Hockey Player Leads To So Much More- #Contemporary, #Erotic, #Romance #MF

Publisher: All Romance eBooks

Date of Publication:  October 1, 2016

Book Description: 

One night stands should be exactly that, one wild night. Somebody should tell that to the sexy Russian. I love working for an airline and traveling the world—it’s everything I'd ever hoped and more. I work hard and play hard, and if I can have some sexy time with a hot guy, why not? I'm a free agent.

When my one-night stand is a hunk of a hockey player with a smooth Russian accent and an even smoother way of sweet talking me into his bed, not once but several times over, things definitely get complicated for my heart. I have no intention of having it broken again.

Will he be able to make it up to me? Has he even returned from his homeland? And what the hell is going to happen when engine failure makes my life flash before my eyes? Only one way to find out, and that's to hang on for the ride.

First time in print! Includes the bonus short story: “Rookie Rules”! 

Excerpt: 

“Vadmir,” the man in front of me said, holding out his hand.

“My name is Vadmir Arefyev.”

I tore my attention from the departing couple and let his warm fingers wrap around mine. He had a few callouses on his palm and his nails were neat and square-shaped.

“Samantha.” I paused. “But I guess you know that because my friend just said it.”

“Yes.” He grinned, a proper smile this time, not the half-amused curl of his lips he’d had before. “But it looks like you have lost your friend.”

He spoke with an accent, Russian I guessed, having heard passengers speak that way. He released my hand. “I’ve only lost her for a few hours.”

I knotted my fingers together, trapping the warmth infused from his palm. “Let’s hope she doesn’t eat him alive.”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling chuckle that shifted his huge pecs beneath his t-shirt. “I hope she does. Jackson is still getting used to his new Viper fame and it might teach him a lesson. Knock him up a peg or two.”

“Do you mean down a peg or two?”

“Yes, yes, that’s what I mean, down.” He smiled again and I noticed that his two front teeth were slightly crossed. “Yes, and he is new, isn’t he?”

 Harmony had mentioned that earlier. “In that case, he might be a little worn-out at practice tomorrow.”

He rubbed his hand over his chin, creating a sharp sound over his dusting of pale stubble.

“I’m not here tomorrow but it would be good to see.” He nodded at the parking lot. “So do you need a ride now?”

“I’ll grab a cab, that’s how we got here.”

“I don’t mind taking you somewhere. I’ve finished for the day.”

“No really, I don’t want to bother you.”

“It is no…er…bother.” He gestured to the lot. “Anyway, there are no cabs here.”

A small, welcome breeze lifted my hair from my shoulders and wafted the scent of dew-coated moss and light herbs my way. He was wearing an unusual cologne that seeped into my nose and heightened my awareness of his magnetism. There was definitely something seriously sexy about Vadmir Arefyev.

Damn, I really should get a ride out of here. In fact, better still. I should make him my ride.

“Well I guess you’re right,” I said, “there are no cabs about, so yes, a ride would be cool. As long as you don’t mind.”

“I really don’t mind.” He adjusted his bag, his upper arm muscles straining against the sleeve of his t-shirt. “It’s this way.”

He turned to the lot and I fell into step beside him. I had to take two strides to his one but luckily my Hermes wedges were up to the job. He swung his keys around his fingers again.

 “Samantha, that’s a pretty name.”

“Thanks, yours is…unusual.”

“Not where I’m from.” He shrugged. “There are plenty of Vadmirs there.”

“Where is that, then?” He glanced at me. “You are not a Vipers fan?”

“No, sorry, I was just hanging out here with Harmony. I’m more of a Prada, Gucci and Jimmy Choo fan. Don’t mind a bit of Donna Karan and Armani, either.” He chuckled again. “I get your drift.”

“So you’re from where exactly?” I asked. “Russia. North of Moscow. I’ve been here four years now, though.”

“Your English is good.”

“Thank you. I have worked very hard to get it right.”

“And do you miss home? Russia?” He paused at a white convertible Chevy Camero and clicked his key fob. The car beeped to life and he tugged open the passenger door for me.

“Yes, of course. I miss my family, my parents are not getting younger but at least, doing this, playing here, it means I can provide for them.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

“They’ve always been very kind to me.” He smiled and gestured for me to climb into the car. I climbed inside and he shut the door. As he walked around the front, I buckled up and placed my purse down at my side.

“And you,” he said, dropping into the driver’s seat. “You’re not American. I can tell.”

“Ah, well spotted. No, I’m English, well, technically half-and-half but I grew up in England so that’s home. But my father lives over here, in Denver. America has been home for a long time now.”

“We played Denver last month. I liked the cold. The heat in Florida can be very…tiring.”

He revved the engine and flicked on the air-conditioning.

“I won’t disagree with you there.”

 I crossed my legs. His gaze drifted over my thighs and knees and I couldn’t help yet another small thrill. It seemed Vadmir was a leg man, which was just as well. I had great legs. Not by chance but by hours in hotel gyms and a healthy dose of good genes from my grandmother and mother. Right now my legs were also tanned to a milky-coffee shade of brown and freshly waxed.

“Tell me if you get cold,” he said. “You’re…er…not wearing much.”

 Now it was my turn to laugh. “I’m fine, it’s a relief to be out of the sun.”

He looked me in the eye and my breath hitched. There really was something captivating about him, and being this close to him—his handsome face, his scent and his obvious interest in me—was hitting all my buttons. I pulled in a deep breath, licked my lips and willed my heart not to race too much.

 “So where do you want me to take you?” he asked, his attention dropping to my mouth and his eyelids getting heavy. On a fast and sweaty one-way trip to Heaven.

About the Author:

Lily Harlem lives in the UK with a workaholic hunk and a crazy cat. With a desk overlooking farmland, she allows her imagination to run free and revels in being able to use the written word as an outlet for her creativity. Lily’s stories are made up of colorful characters traveling on everyone’s favorite journey—falling in love.

If the story isn’t romantic, sexy and exciting, it won’t be written, at least not by this author.

For more information on other books by Lily, visit her website: http://www.lilyharlem.com/ 

https://www.facebook.com/LilyHarlemAuthor 



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Interview of Lily Harlem, Author of 'Candy Canes and Coal Dust'

Scribal Love Welcomes Lily Harlem

Lily Harlem is an author of contemporary erotic romance. Her newest work ‘Candy Canes and Coal Dust’ is available from Total-E-Bound.

What inspired you to write this book?

If I’m really honest I saw the call for submissions on www.erotica-readers.com.  Total-E-Bound wanted some super-hot Christmas stories so I set my imaginative cogs into action. I started by searching the recesses of my mind for a perfect location and remembered when I went to Finland on a ski trip. I hadn’t wanted to go originally but once I got there I was totally blown away by Finland’s magical beauty. The long dark days and the thick carpet of sparkling snow created such a unique atmosphere and everywhere I went it was so cozy and smelt so divine, although I have to admit I didn’t spend much time on the floodlit slopes – the sauna and bar kept calling!

Once I had the location in my mind I set about dreaming up my characters. I knew I wanted to write a ménage so it was fun to orchestrate the plot so Bridget got what she wanted for Christmas!

Do you have a specific writing style?

I write contemporary romance and often in the first person which is a little unusual for my genre. I also tend to write about places I know which means many of my stories are set in the UK since I lived here all my life. Although like ‘Candy Canes and Coal Dust’ foreign places I’ve visited often star as locations.

In terms of plots I like something fast paced, plenty of dialogue to keep the story moving and of course lots of bedroom action! One reviewer wrote earlier in the year; which perhaps gives you a clue to my style – “From the first paragraph I knew I would enjoy reading ‘Shared’ by Lily Harlem. Harlem's prose and phrasing is artfully wrought and shocker…” (Night Owl Reviews)

What is the name of your latest book?  And how did you come up with the title?

‘Candy Canes and Coal Dust’ - the title came easy for this one (it doesn’t always). I was thinking about my heroine, Bridget and how she’s such a good, obliging girl. Always trying to do the right thing by everyone and hoping for sweet little Christmas presents. Until this year, this year, dumped and depressed she heads off on a solo holiday and ends up discovering that actually she’s not a good girl at all, in fact she’s so naughty, so bad and her secret desires are so filthy she doesn’t even deserve a lump of coal for Christmas – just the coal dust at the bottom of the sack. Needless to say she has a fabulous time, being naughty is always so much more fun than being good!

What is ‘Candy Canes and Coal Dust’ about?

‘Candy Canes and Coal Dust’ is a Lust Bite short story about a highly erotic, very public dream which shows Bridget what she really wants deep down. A fantasy she has never been able to admit– unfortunately for Bridget it’s also pretty clear to everyone else on board the flight from London to Levi what she wants!

Luckily for Bridget thought the hot, Irish guy sitting next to her proves to be very obliging in fulfilling her fantasy. That sounds like I am giving the story away, I’m not!

What books have most influenced your life most?

I adore Jane Austin and the Bronte sisters. To Kill a Mockingbird and Lord of the Rings are top of my favorite list. In the genre I write I like Maya Banks, Kristina Lloyd and Lucy Monroe, from reading these three I developed a clearer understanding of writing erotica.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

Probably out of the above Kristina Lloyd. Her book ‘Asking for Trouble’ is somewhat controversial, she puts the sex right there on the table amongst danger and criminal activity. One of her other novels ‘Split’ had me up all night reading. She really is a master of her game.

What books are you reading now?

I am reading ‘Best Women’s Erotica 2010’ edited by Violet Blue. I have a spankingly naughty story in it called ‘Stable Manners’, but there are seventeen other very hot stories which have been keeping me entertained!

What are your current projects?

I’m writing a series for Ellora’s Cave called ‘Hot Ice’ all about those bad boys of ice hockey and the women who tame them, or don’t as the case maybe. The first novel, ‘Hired’ is due out very soon. ‘Hot Ice’ is proving to be enormous fun. The sexy characters are getting it together, breaking up and making up all over the place. There’s just something about hockey players that really does it for me. (Phew! I get a little hot and flushed just thinking about them.) I’ve found myself getting so immersed in these full length novels that the housework, ironing, Christmas shopping etc. has really fallen by the wayside. I just can’t seem to drag myself away from my description of these hot, sexy men with their sticks and their pucks and their… see there I go again!

Do you see writing as a career?

Yes, I write every day now. Not all day, I do have a part time job to pay for bread, butter and wine, but I usually get a few hours a day to let my imagination run riot. It’s when I’m happiest, writing, and getting those words and stories out of my head is very cathartic. I get peace and quiet from my characters once I’ve got their scenes down on paper – or on a memory stick as the case maybe. It’s like they rest up and go to sleep once I’ve given them some attention. 

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?

Mmm, no not in the book itself, but it would be nice to write a sequel and see how it pans out for all the characters and maybe introduce a few more girls into the mix – I can’t say too much or I’ll give the end away. But yes, you’ve got me thinking now. Perhaps I will write the sequel ready for next Christmas, or even Easter.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

Reading. I’ve always read and read and read. One day, several years ago, I finished reading a light romance, it was sweet, there was some sex and the characters were likeable and I remember thinking – I could do that – it was like a light bulb above my head.

Anyway, I had a go and it was terrible, like really, really bad. That’s when I realized writing was going to take a little more work than I thought. Not to be deterred by hard work I enrolled on a part time creative writing course at the local university and spent the next two years doing a whole range of weird and wonderful assignments. Eventually, when I felt I’d mastered the actual art of writing I had another go. The first story I wrote was called ‘Madam President’ an American inspired tale about the first female president of the US having a clandestine affair with the British Prime Minister (don’t worry, unlike in real life my fictitious PM is gorgeous!) I spotted a competition at Love Honey and added, as they requested, one of their sex toys into the story. I submitted and crossed my fingers that Love Honey would enjoy the naughty goings on in the Oval Office – they did! I won first place in the long story section! I was so happy to have my writing recognized and realized I’d definitely found my genre – you can read the award winning story for free by following the link on my website, it’s a hoot.

So, after my win I kept on writing and my sexy short stories proved to be a hit. I got accepted by several anthologies, kept on writing and writing and then the big publishers started saying yes, Total-E-Bound, Ellora’s Cave and Xcite. The rest, as they say, is history.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Apart from making the time to write I find the blurb incredibly difficult to come up with. It’s silly I know, but when I’ve had up to 80,000 word to tell a story I find squeezing the essential elements into a couple of hundred words has me banging my head against the wall. I write it all out, hit delete, re-write, hit delete, have a glass of wine, write, hit delete, eat chocolate, write, delete… you get the idea, not fun!!

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Did I learn anything from writing ‘Candy Canes and Coal Dust’? Mmm, well, let’s see, I guess I’ve learnt I never want to have an erotic dream on a plane, especially since my resident hunk tells me I do talk and moan a lot in my sleep as it is!

Casting my mind back, as I was writing this first part of the story my toes were curling for poor Bridget – the whole plane can guess what she’s been dreaming about! Oh, cringe!

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Okay, here goes, maybe I’m a bit kooky but this is what I do…

When writing dialogue just go for it, let it flow out of your fingers as fast as you would speak. Don’t even think about speech marks and punctuation, or if he is scratching his head and she’s licking her lips, you can add all that in afterwards – dialogue moves the story forward and if you can get it flowing naturally then you’re onto a winner.

Don’t get bogged down with adverbs, eg. he groaned ‘loudly’, she panted ‘heavily’, it’s considered much less lazy to write ‘his groans were loud in her ear’ or ‘her heavy pants filled the small space’. There’s usually a way to describe your scene better if you circle around the adverb and it will make the story meatier.

Let a story brew in your head. Have the idea, jot it down if you need to, and then sit quietly and play out the scenes like watching a film in your imagination. It will give you a clear picture of what you want to achieve in your writing and help you with the tiny details.

If the house is quiet make the most of the peace and get busy getting those words down. You can iron and dust and cook with everyone around chattering and demanding help with homework and lifts to friends and clubs. Writing, for me at least, requires silence, so silence has become a very valuable commodity in my life.

Incubate the final product. When it’s written tuck it aside, for a few days, longer if you can, then go back to it. I can guarantee you’ll spot silly mistakes, inconsistencies or simply find better word choices to slot in. There’s nothing worse than sending a manuscript off and then on a re-read seeing stupid errors. In fact now, when something has gone I refuse to look at it again unless it’s with an editor.

Thanks so much for having me, it’s been fun hanging out.

Lily x

You are Welcome Lily!  And thanks for dropping By!

You can find Lily on the web at:

www.lilyharlem.weebly.com

And her book 'Candy Canes and Coal Dust' you can buy at: 

 

 

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