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Up in Flames. If you haven't picked up a copy yet now is the time.

Rachel Masters has had a crush on her sexy boss for three years. As far as she knows the millionaire architect is oblivious to her, walking past her desk every morning with barely a nod in her direction. But when the power goes out and they're trapped in an elevator, the truth comes out in one steamy episode designed to take Rachel's mind off being claustrophobic.

James White doesn't have a crush on his receptionist. He wants her, it's as simple as that. He senses there's a real beauty hidden beneath the granny glasses and professional suits. And he plans to find out how hot she is as soon as the chance presents itself. 

Tory

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He is her most dangerous temptation and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk? 

Book one in the Regency Risks Series 

Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband's life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. She longed to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel. She sensed intuitively that he could teach her how to overcome the terrors that held her in bondage.

And now she's willing to risk almost anything-her reputation, even her virtue-to find out. But what he proposes startles her.

When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approached him, Ruel instantly sensed she would be the sweetest, most submissive experience of a lifetime-if only he can gain her total and complete trust. He makes her a non-negotiable offer. His help in return for her submission and obedience.

But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She's learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but herself.

How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through her self-protective defences and show her how to love when he has spent his lifetime avoiding that tender trap?

Excerpt from A Measured Risk

"Why did you run away?" His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter's night.

"Because I wanted you to follow." She tried to sound sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.

Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door. His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.

He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.

At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.

"Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea." He touched one of her fallen ringlets. "I am bored to distraction with endless hunting and fencing."

As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered... 

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Grand Slam Cover Reveal

You may have seen the occasional comment here and there about a novel I co-authored with the fabulous Lily Harlem. Well, it has been contracted, and now we have a cover. *happy dance*

Grand Slam is a full length erotic romance novel, with lots of other themes, including tennis and BDSM! We had soooo much fun writing this book and we hope you have as much fun reading it. It will be a little while yet, as we haven’t had edits through yet, but we have our fingers and toes crossed that it will be out in time for the US Open in August, as some of the action takes place there. I’m not saying anything else because I don’t want to give anything away ;)

Here’s some unofficial information on the book:

Marie Sherratt is beginning a new life in California. Her qualifications and determination have taken her to the Los Carlos Tennis Academy, where she will be the on-site psychologist for all the players, including world-famous Travis Connolly. She’s followed Travis’ career for years and also happens to think he’s seriously hot. Her first in-the-flesh glimpse of him isn’t quite what she was expecting, and from then onwards, things between her and Travis do not run smoothly, especially when it turns out the attraction is mutual.

Can Marie help Travis to regain his title as world’s number one seed? Or will their feelings get in the way?

So, without further ado, here’s the cover:

What do you think? We're also hoping this may turn into a series with lots of sexy, sporty characters :)

Unearthed Treasure - Released!

Oh I can't tell you how wonderful it is seeing Unearthed Treasure released over at Total E-Bound!

 

 

It must have been three or four Agency books ago where the character of Chelsea first strutted her way into my brain. A brunette vixen, sensual, sultry and utterly ready to play I knew the moment I "met" her she'd be awesome. A real lady to watch out for. David was hiding a little more in the shadows - silently watching over her, following her every move in a shady way I didn't at first even know whether he was a good guy or a bad one. (Or both - as some of the most delicious heroes can be....)

 

My agonising problem as a writer though soon became clear to me.

 

Neither Chelsea nor David really "fit" anywhere in the current plotlines I was happily ensconced in. Oh the DRAMA! Here were these two awesome characters - people I'd already fallen in love with - and I could not fit them into anything I had going. They weren't especially stubborn or difficult characters, but they certainly knew their own mind and persona's. So when they finally came out properly onto my stage in Intimate Knowledge I was overjoyed. That book lead fully into their own wonderful story and here we are today!

 

This book has a very special place inside my heart, and I really hope you all come to enjoy it as much as I have. Please do feel free to email me at: elapthorne999@hotmail.com or check out all my other releases on my website - http://elapthorne.mmebj.com/index.html

 

Anything For Him is FREE in the UK

If you are in the UK and have an Amazon account you can grab a FREE copy of Anything For Him by Natalie Dae and Lily Harlem, published by Mischief at HarperCollins.

Be warned though, there's nothing romantic about this dark and gritty erotic novel, it's all about seedy fantasies and obsessive desires. Free for a limited time only but even so, it's stormed the UK erotica charts, currently at #1!

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Surrender to Desire out today!

This short, erotic, stand alone romance takes up where A Perfect Fit left off! 

SMASHWORDS

Callie thought her man troubles were over when she accepts work at the Evans ranch. Until Blade Evans rescues her out of a tree and she winds up in his arms, and his bed. Against her will she starts to fall for the handsome cowboy. And begins to wonder, as his new housekeeper, is she just a convenient outlet for his sexual urges? Or does he feel the same thing?

HARD is FREE!

Some of you may remember a couple of weeks ago my co-author (Natalie Dae) and I offered MORE for FREE on Amazon. Well this week, we're giving away the next instalment, HARD.

HARD is a second person narrative following a couple who decide they're bored of quiet-under-the-duvet-late-at-night-sex, and decide to add some rough-and-tumble-go-for-it-fast-and-hard-sex into their lives.

Here is the first page...

How do I tell you? Should I just come out with it? Slip it into a conversation about what we’re having for dinner or something we could do at the weekend?

I really don’t know, but one thing I’m sure of is you’ll be shocked. I’m a little bit shocked at myself to be honest.

But what can I do about it?

If it’s what I want, it’s what I want.

I keep visualising it, all day, every day, like a movie playing in my mind.

Your hands in my hair—not you slipping your fingers through the long strands in your normal loving way, but rough and tight, scooping it up into a ponytail and yanking it, hard, so that my neck jerks back and I have to look up at your face.

Your strong, determined face, narrowed eyes, lips moist where you’ve just licked them. I can tell you’re thinking about all you’re going to do to me.

That’s just the start of it. I want that mixed with the heat of your hot, excited breaths blasting onto my cheek, your chest rising and falling wildly against mine, and your cock, your cock hard and demanding and you not willing to take no for an answer.

Because we could play that game, we are allowed.

Aren’t we?

Yes, and then I see you ripping at my top, not caring if buttons fly across 

the room or the material shreds. That’s not your concern. All you want to do is get to my tits, grope them, squeeze, make me moan for more.

The rest of the world would cease to exist. It would just be us, in that room, seeking a desperate, frantic satisfaction. But you would be in control, you’re the man, the instigator, the dominant half of us.

Your kisses would be wild, excited, you’d maybe nip me, too, with your teeth, and grip me hard, forgetting your own strength. Pull me this way and that, tip me over a chair, ass in the air, maybe press me to my knees, groin level, or throw me onto the bed so that the breath gushes from my lungs.

I’d adore all of those fast, impatient sensations, knowing that I’d pushed you to the very edge of your control, past it even. It would turn me on so much.

Would you like it too? If I gave you permission to let your inner beast out and have you stop behaving like a gentleman, an adoring, sweet, tender husband who cherishes his wife?

I think you would. What man wouldn’t?

It would be so horny, wouldn’t it? To let our passion take flight unrestrained. You could do it anytime, you know. Just grab me and fuck me. It doesn’t have to be at night beneath the duvet, in the dark. Whenever the urge suits you it would suit me too. I am yours. I want you to own me, take what you need to satisfy those most basic desires of yours.

Yes, take what you need. Please don’t hold back. I won’t break.

For the next five days you can grab your free copy of HARD at Amazon US and Amazon UK and if you want to enjoy MORE then that is also available at Amazon US and Amazon UK. At the end of each short story are bonus chapters from our other books. If you do grab copies of these freebies, please be sweet and LIKE the product page.

Have fun, happy reading :-)

Lily x

Coming Soon to an eReader Near You

Hi everyone,

I'm excited to announce the upcoming release of Smut by the Sea Volume 2, edited by myself and Victoria Blisse. Here's the blurb:

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked beaches of Brazil to the altogether cooler coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Amusement arcades, beach houses, mermaids, honeymooners, shipwrecks, sex toys and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Contains stories from Victoria Blisse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Tamsin Flowers, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Bel Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, T C Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.

There's more info here, and buy links will also be here when they become available.

You can also add the book to your Goodreads shelves here.

Not Her Type by Kay Jaybee

Please welcome Kay Jaybee! She has something hot for you today! Read on for an excerpt from her latest release. 

Blurb:

 

When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.

One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?

When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type...

Extract:

 

What the hell am I doing? I’m a good girl; I just don’t do things like this.

A tiny fraction of Jenny’s conscience screamed at her. The remainder of her brain sent her hands on a thorough exploration of the densely haired chest that had unexpectedly appeared from beneath her companion’s polo-shirt The fact that Jenny had never liked men with hairy chests seemed irrelevant.

Standing in front of her, diving a hand under Jenny’s top, John squeezed her left nipple hard, wonderfully hard, making her squeal with pain-tingling gratification. Removing her shirt at top speed, John freed her breasts from their confinement.

Moving as if on auto-pilot, Jenny’s fingers visited the waistband of his trousers, but in her haste she couldn’t get his belt undone. Rescuing her from her embarrassment with a smile, John mumbled something about it always being difficult to open and undid it himself. Jenny barely heard him as a neat pair of charcoal grey boxers appeared, swiftly followed by—Oh My God—the most beautiful dick she had seen in years – perhaps ever.

As she knelt before him, the voice in Jenny’s head continued its rant, reminding her that she hated giving blowjobs. Since her first experience as a college student, she had liked neither the taste of cock nor the sensation of being gagged. Now, however, working on instincts she’d never known she had, Jenny took John deep into  her throat. She felt his fingers drag urgently through her knotty brown hair, raking her scalp as she greedily worked him around her mouth.

‘Hell, girl, have you any idea how often I’ve dreamt of you doing this?’ John confessed. ‘Night after night I wank about you, about you holding me in your throat like this.’

Jenny was consumed with a perverse pride as she listened to John’s words,  wondering if she should admit to the stolen moments she’d spent alone with a silver vibrator and her own filthy imaginings – imaginings contrary to her normal fantasies, imaginings that often featured him.

His penis felt fantastic in her mouth, but the restless ache in Jenny’s pussy was becoming unbearable, and she pulled away, panting. The instant she let go of his shaft, John tugged her back to her feet and grasped her butt, kneading it in a way that would give her bruises for days to come, while kissing her as if his life depended on it.

Conveniently forgetting that she didn’t like the feel of stubble against her skin, Jenny relished the burn of his unshaven face grazing her, scraping her cheeks as their lips and teeth clashed together.

Her head buzzed, her nipples were tickled by his chest hairs, and Jenny began to feel as if she were overdosing on desire. She badly wanted to slow everything down, but at the same time, she needed to go faster. She wasn’t far from climax, and the mere idea of their illicit situation was enough to send Jenny to the very edge of orgasm.

Recognizing how close she was, John shoved his customer’s knickers unceremoniously to her ankles. ‘I want to see you on your hands and knees,’ he ordered.

Sinking against the carpet as instructed, Jenny’s breathing snagged as she heard the sharp rip of a condom packet being opened. Seconds later, Jenny found her courier’s thick cock sliding into her from behind. She was about to tell him how fantastically full she felt when John wiped all coherent thought from Jenny’s head by jamming his thumb up her arse.

Nuzzling his mouth against Jenny’s neck, John thrust against her, holding her hips as they frantically moved together. Trembling, Jenny’s knees began to buckle and her elbows quaked. Seeing she was about to collapse to the floor, John eased out of her body and flipped her onto her back before plunging his dick inside her again. She clung onto his tattooed arms (ignoring her lifelong aversion to body art), relishing  the glorious warmth of her orgasm as he shot his spunk into her naked body.

As their breathing levels returned to normal, John knelt close to Jenny, teasing out the springy curls of her hair as he spoke. ‘I’m sorry Jen. I don’t like just walking out on you, but I have to go. I’m behind with my rounds.’

Jenny watched her courier dress with lightning speed, leaving in a flurry of promises and assurances that he’d return the following week.

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SMASHWORDS!

Handsome stud or not, Marissa decided to get right to the point. “Nothing against you, but you’re fired.” She tried to ignore the tiny scar at the corner of his sensual mouth.

“I don’t work for you. You can’t fire me.” He cocked a brow. “Even if you can take care of yourself.” His sexy drawl clearly said he didn’t think so.

Marissa pressed her lips together. “You caught me by surprise.” All of him caught her by surprise. He had the whole package right down to his muddy cowboy boots. He was a true Texan, and nothing close to her unflattering description to Kirk.

He laughed. “You think the killer is going to announce himself?”

Damn him! “Well, maybe I can’t fire you, but after what you just did, I can call your boss and demand another bodyguard.” Marissa slapped her hands on her full hips.

Why is he laughing again?

“My brothers and I own Evan’s Security and I’m afraid they’re all on assignments right now.”

Good God, there was more like him?

“I’m afraid I’m stuck with you.”

Marissa was preoccupied with the way his sensuous mouth formed the words, until what he said reached her on a conscious level. He was stuck with her? Her gaze returned to his. There was amusement swimming in his chocolate eyes. Rich, decadent chocolate that she could drown in if she wasn’t careful. Her lips twitched in response. She liked a man with a sense of humor, even directed at her.

Beau Evans was a big, well-proportioned man, and the way he filled out a pair of jeans revealed his powerful, muscular thighs. Marissa couldn’t help her wandering gaze as it moved down his body, then back up again. She gauged his height to be somewhere around six feet five. Not too many men made her feel small, but this one did.

“So, where’s the hat, cowboy?”

“In my truck.”

It figured he’d have a truck. Didn’t all macho Texans?

“What did you mean earlier when you said, ‘I have a lot to learn?’”

“I’ll show you after you put some clothes on.”

After years of modeling, Marissa was used to being in various states of undress around people. It came with the business, and she was very comfortable in her own skin. The minute she’d entered her dressing room she’d kicked off her heels and removed the sheer thigh length shirt.

“I am wearing clothes.”

If eyes could strip, she’d be naked right now. “If you insist, ma’am.”

His gaze dropped to her breasts, which Marissa knew were all but spilling out of the tight corset. Then she remembered the hard-on pressed against her during their struggles. Had she known then what she knew now, she might have had a little fun with him. The thought of his dick sliding into her cock-starved pussy caused her nipples to tighten into painful peaks of arousal. Then incredibly, her clit began to tingle.

Damn! This was new. She’d never reacted sexually to a man this fast before, and especially to a stranger. But looking at Beau, Marissa knew immediately that he was different. Instant attraction? She shrugged inwardly. It was possible. Or so her sister insisted. Dani had met and married Rob after only knowing him a week. And they’d been together eight years and three kids now.

By the time Beau met her eyes there was a warm lazy look in his that told Marissa he liked what he was looking at, too. A lot. A fact backed up by the still present bulge behind his zipper. The fact that he wanted her fueled her desire out of bounds. It also gave her a naughty idea. How strong was this Texan’s will power? It was crazy, but she suddenly had the overwhelming urge to test him.

It’s official - I’m a Brit Babe!!!

It’s official - I’m a Brit Babe!!!

You may have noticed the phrase Brit Babes floating about on Facebook and Twitter lately—and this is why...

Myself and seven of my British erotica and erotic romance writer friends have come together to form a group to give you, the wondrous reading public, a fantastic blog to visit to find information about ALL our stories in one place!

I think I can confidently guarantee that all erotica tastes are catered for. Whether you're brand new to erotica, already enjoy a good dose of sexy with your romance or a seasoned reader who’d like to try out a new author, we have something that will tickle your fancy and more!

So - here we are!!

Kay Jaybee, Kd Grace, Lexie Bay, Tabitha Rayne, Natalie Dae, Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse and me!!

8 British based authors dedicated to bringing you the best sexy reads we possibly can!!

So, here’s a bit about me!

As Natalie Dae I write M/F romance in many genres, although lately I’ve been veering more towards BDSM. I live in a small village outside Oxford in the UK where it’s nice and quiet. I’m very happily married with five children and a grandson. I’m the kind of person who always has to have something to do, hence me having four pen names as well as a full-time job.

Natalie came about when I realised, after writing M/M for a number of years, I’d perhaps confuse readers if I published M/F as Sarah Masters. So Natalie was born, and I haven’t looked back since. I have several titles out with Total-E-Bound, Ellora’s Cave, and one with HarperCollins.

As well as writing by myself, I also co-author with Lily Harlem and have also penned some tales with Sam Crescent. Writing with someone else is always fun. Lily and myself have many works planned for the future, so keep your eyes peeled!

Some of my books include The Contract (BDSM thriller), Shadow and Darkness (BDSM Dommes),Good Cop, Bad Cop (ménage with Lily Harlem) and my Fantasies Explored series. 

I’ve been writing as Sarah for several years and have over 35 books to this name. Many of them are unavailable at the moment as I’m going through the process of resubmitting them for re-release. I have a new tale coming soon called Always with Total-E-Bound, and then it’s a busy re-release schedule throughout the year and into 2014. Available now are Tools of Justice (with Jaime Samms) and Hemlock Bones (Clandestine Classic erotic rewrite), both at Total-E-Bound.

As Sarah, 2012 was a whirlwind year of being on TV and in the newspapers. It was all a wonderful yet surreal experience that took me right out of my hermit comfort zone and into having to pull on my big girl knickers and allow people access to my life. Everything has settled down now, and once my responsibilities as my other pen names are fulfilled, I hope to start a new Sarah Masters book. 

Geraldine O’Hara is a new author as I wanted to write some books that didn’t fit the voices of either of my other erotica names. Geraldine writes comedy—I wouldn’t say chicklit because it isn’t quite that—but her tales are light, amusing, and will mainly be short stories. At the moment The Pearl Necklace is available and will quickly be followed by Pussy Pwoar and The Key.

I have several books planned for this year as Geraldine, and because they’re so much fun to write I manage to get them done quickly, so stay tuned for new, zany releases by Ms O’Hara!

All my names are in one place, so if you’re interested in knowing more about me, please visit my website www.emmyellis.com

All this week you can visit my fellow Brit Babes personal blogs to find out all about them!

2nd - Victoria Blisse

3rd - Kay Jaybee

4th - Lucy Felthouse

5th - KD Grace

6th - Tabitha Rayne

7th - Natalie Dae

8th -  Lexie Bay

And don’t forget the Brit Babe Blog itself which is a library of our books! Come on, join in the fun!!

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The Pearl Necklace - Geraldine O'Hara

A short erotic story

26 pages/13K

Blurb:

After I’d tapped out a response in the comments section of an online newspaper article regarding slimming pills, I was swept from my life as a lonely wedding planner to be named The Pink Pill Diet Woman. Once the pills had worked their magic, I earned the name of Glamour Girl, and my life became an endless round of TV, radio and newspaper appearances, with stretches of boredom that led to me fantasising about my hunky security guard.

He was sexy as sin and out of my league, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she? And dream I did, any chance I got. I longed for him to slide into bed with me and treat me to a night of passion I’d never forget, but how the devil would I get him there? Management had forbidden us to interact as anything other than what we were—Glamour Girl and her bodyguard. But as well as dreaming, I had a naughty streak. Rules be damned, I was going to break them. He had a pearl necklace I wanted draped around my neck—and I was going to get it.

Excerpt:

He stood in my bedroom doorway and stared behind me at the window. “Curtains. Close them.”

I loved the way he’d commanded me, how he was trying to shirk off his shyness. It made my knees weak and my cunt ache even more. I turned and went to do as he’d asked, then stopped and said over my shoulder, “Only if you’ll tell me your name.”

“You were right earlier. It’s Henry. Now close the curtains.”

I smiled and, taking a moment once I’d shut out the night, sucked in a deep breath and fought off the urge to pinch myself that my bloody God, this was finally happening. I turned to face him, the bed between us, a huge, huge barrier, and glanced at it then back to him.

“Get on,” he said, jerking his head at the bed. “Get your clothes off and get on.”

I hadn’t undressed for a man in a long time. Before tonight it had been when I was larger—and under the cover of darkness, beneath the sheets. I just had to hope this newfound courage that was surging inside was enough to carry me through.

I popped the buttons on my skinny jeans then pushed them down my legs, sliding one foot under them once they were off and flicking them away. I watched him carefully for his reaction, and all I got was a glimpse of desire darkening his eyes before he quickly masked it. I lifted my vest top off, tossing it to the floor, and stood there in my black bra and knickers, hoping that he’d give me some idea—any idea—of what he was thinking.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so lovely,” he said. “So bloody lovely.”

He skirted the bed, and I stepped back a bit so he could stand in front of me. He raised his hands, and I held my breath, waiting for him to cup them to my breasts. He didn’t, just let them hover there, and stared down at my chest.

“Touch them,” I encouraged, sensing he was too much of a gentleman to do it without asking, even though his intent had been clear. “You don’t need my permission. Do whatever you want.”

I looked up at him, and he shifted his gaze to my face, then, maintaining eye contact, laid his hands where I so wanted them to be. His palms were deliciously warm, their heat seeping through my bra, my skin. I felt every individual finger, his thumbs, a brand that I would always remember and crave more of when we were apart. I could only hope that tonight wasn’t the only one we’d share like this, but I had to treat this time as if that were the case. Revel in every touch, caress, kiss. Enjoy each second and hope they didn’t speed by too fast.

He kneaded, and oh my God, the sensation from my nipples rasping on his palms went straight to my cunt. I wanted him to fill it with his cock, give me a fuck that I’d never forget, so lifted my hips to push my needy slit against his groin. He was hard, so deliciously hard, and the pressure of him on my clit had tendrils of pleasure radiating down there. I clenched my muscles in an attempt to stave off an orgasm that would rage through me if I let myself go now. I didn’t want to come too soon, but excitement and the sheer brilliance of being here with him in this way might prove difficult. That first burst of release was going to be heady, shocking, I imagined, and I needed to steel myself for the onslaught.

“You feel just as I thought you would,” he said, then bit his bottom lip and slid one hand up to my collarbone, the other still massaging my breast.

His fingertips on my skin, right beside the strap of my top, brought on goose bumps and a shiver so violent I worried he might think he’d repulsed me.

“You feel better than I thought you would,” I said, a little breathless, my lungs straining as though they were fit to burst. A buzz brought on by anticipation set up home in my ears, and I went lightheaded for a second or two. Bloody hell, he affected me in a way I hadn’t fully predicted. Yes, I’d known I’d go like liquid for him, my bones and heart melting at the same time, but this…this all-consuming fire? No, I hadn’t expected it to be so searing just from the simplest of touches.

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