Monday, 27 June 2016

Saturday, 25 June 2016

The Collector- Re-released with HOT NEW STORIES


The Collector- An Anthology Re-released!

By Kay Jaybee



It's been ten years since I first wrote my linked anthology style novel, The Collector, and almost eight years since it was first published.

Recently the rights to the original books manuscript returned to me, and so I decided to re-edit the whole book, give it a brand new cover, and to add in 2 HOT NEW STORIES!

With the re-release of this, my very first solo full length piece on the 17th May, I’ve found myself looking back to The Collector’s origins. It all began one early morning sat in a crowded coffee shop at Heathrow airport, while I was talking to a very dear friend on the phone, while awaiting a flight.

It was due to that brief conversation that, not only was the idea for The Collector conceived, but that I privately made the decision to stay in the world of erotica writing, and not branch out to try my luck with other genres.


Blurb



Gathering salaciously erotic stories against an everyday backdrop of bus trips, train journeys, coffee shops, and restaurants, The Collector documents a wide variety of sexual encounters as she travels Great Britain.

The Collector’s research takes her into every arena of the erotic experience, from love, lust, submission and dominance, to voyeurism and beyond.

Are you brave enough to see if it was your supposedly private conversation she overheard - and then wrote down?

Before writing The Collector I’d already had a far number of short stories published, and was bursting with plenty of ideas for new ones. However, I wanted to write something longer; something that was as long as a novella or short novel, but which had the variety of an anthology.

I digress...so there I was sat sipping coffee at the airport when my friend called me. All he said down the phone was “go buy The Observer newspaper.” Curious, I did just that, and there, between a front cover shot of Joan Collins, and a back cover advert for new encyclopaedia’s, was an article all about female erotica writers.

Back then, erotica was an even more of a hidden world than it is now, and as I read I knew I wanted to stay part of it. Enthused with new zip and a determination to be every bit as successful as those brave women revealing their secret writing persona’s to the press, I extracted my ever ready notebook from my bag, and began to look at the people around me. I wanted to write- but where to start? As I watched the ever moving crowd, I began to wonder what each individual would want me to write for them. What would their fantasies be? What kinky secrets of their own would they share given half the chance?

It was from these musings that the idea for The Collector was born. A book of stories ‘collected’ by a woman in pursuit of as many sexual exploits as she could. And what better way to start, than to combine my own dream to one day be a successful writer of erotica, and the fantasy of one of my other friends, who (like so many others, be they male or female) visualises being picked up by a beautiful intelligent woman for sex in a no strings attached way. This story became, New Territory, the first of kinky work within The Collector; a tale which had been completely drafted by the time my plane reached its destination.



My search then began in earnest for interesting triggers, ideas, and sexy dreams, to turn into stories. Some very short to stimulate the readers imagination, such as Jay (a lesbian night club orgy) and Crushed (an interesting way to pass the time in a bar queue). Others much longer, such as Sweets (a must read if you like liquorice) and Treasure (a young man’s dream come true!).

I knew it would be a gamble including the very short tales- as they either really appeal, or really frustrate- but on the whole the feedback from my reader’s has been good. It would also be true to say, the shorter stories were much harder to write than the longer ones, but were a lot of fun to construct around the fantasy’s I gleaned from my sources of research.
So- how much of The Collector did I really collect? Well- that would be telling, but if I haven’t thanked my sources of inspiration already, then I do now!

It has been a joy to add 2 new stories to the mix! So, if you have already read The Collector, there is something new for you to discover within its pages in the shape of The Scottish Fantasy and Wrong.


The Collector is available as an e-book. It will be available as a paperback very soon!



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Extract - The Scottish Fantasy

Stacie gasped as the door opened. The dark shine to the man’s slate eyes as he regarded her and her friend Kate was in danger of taking Stacie’s breath away, and he hadn’t even spoken yet.

Tall, broad, with a tanned face and short spiked hair, a hint of stubble shadowed his square chin. Obviously surprised to see two young women walking through the woods so late on a winter’s afternoon, the ranger ushered them inside his wooden hut. 

Introducing himself as Rob—Like Rob Roy! Stacie’s inner voice shouted at her. How perfect is that!—he looked at them enquiringly, ‘I dunna ken what you’re doin’ here, hens.’ 

Stacie’s brow furrowed. She’d thought that the Scottish spoke English.

Kate laughed as she saw her friend’s confused expression. ‘He means he doesn’t understand what we want, honey. “Dunna ken” means “don’t know” and “hen” is the local term for girl.’  Turning toward the ranger, Kate smiled. ‘This is Stacie, and I’m Kate. Stacie hasn’t got her ear geared into the local accent yet; she’s American.’

‘I guess that means an American accent.’ The ranger spoke so softly, Stacie felt herself melting on the spot. ‘I rather like those.’

Ignoring her friend, whose eyes were on stalks, leaving her in no doubt that Stacie was on an internal lust trip, Kate said, ‘We’re really sorry to bother you so late, but could you tell us where we are? We seem to be on a much longer trail than we intended to be, and we’ve lost the track.’

Rob’s dark eyes bored into her as she spoke. Kate couldn’t decide if their presence mildly amused him, or if he was merely tolerating the interruption to his work.

‘We’ve run out of water as well. Could we fill up our bottles here, please?’

‘It’s a good job you stopped, hen.’ The ranger pulled a map off his cluttered desk and pointed a thick finger at a red dotted line. ‘You’re here, on the all day walk. It’s called that for sound reasons.’

Lost in an erotic daydream, Stacie wasn’t listening to a word he said, just to the sound of his voice; the beautiful, gentle burr of his accent. She judged it fitted neatly half way between Ewan McGregor and Sean Connery. 

When Kate had invited her friend over from the States for a couple of weeks exploring the Grampians of Scotland, Stacie had been thrilled. Not only could she catch up with her gorgeous friend and occasional lover, she could visit an area of the world that had always held a fantasy for her. Kilts, burly men in tight white vests, cabers being tossed, heather, whiskey, and mountains topped with snow. 

The heather and mountains were a reality sure enough, as were the late night tots of warming whiskey she’d shared with Kate as they snuggled up together in the king-sized bed their Deeside hotel room provided. But until now, in this ranger’s office, hidden away in the woods near the flooded caves of Burn O’Vat, Stacie hadn’t seen anyone who even came close to the Celtic man of her late night fantasies.

Stacie felt mesmerised by the ranger. Despite the coldness of the late winter air he wore no coat, and his green sweater sleeves were rolled back to show arms honed by hard work. Forget kilts, this was as close to perfection as Stacie’s Scottish fantasy was ever going to get.

 ‘I’ll fill your bottles right enough, but if you’ll heed my advice, you’ll go back on the route you came. Far quicker and safer. It’ll be dark in about two hours.’

‘Thanks, I think we’ll do that.’ Kate watched as he took their empty water bottles over to his sink. His back view was as stunning as his front. The goldfish expression on Stacie’s face told her girlfriend that she was mentally undressing him, and Kate began to do the same.  Well aware that Stacie had serious fantasy issues where Scottish men were concerned, Kate wondered just how turned on her friend was. Did she have damp knickers? Were her nipples hard?

As Kate’s thoughts rambled, her own arousal began to tweak up a notch. Perhaps… She took a deep breath. Well, why not?

‘It must be lonely here, on your own all day.’ Kate knew the line was a bit lame, but she didn’t care. A sideways glance at Stacie showed that her lover had understood her intentions, and approved.

Rob didn’t look round. He didn’t need to. He could sense the two sets of eyes on his back; they were almost scorching him. Taking his time to fill the second bottle, the ranger thought the situation through.

Two of them, both hot totty. One a blonde, one a redhead. One English. One American. A tasty combination. Their bulky winter coats, sensible walking trousers and boots didn’t give much away, but he was willing to bet that once all the layers were off, they would be a sight to behold. He could be wrong, he supposed, but maybe…

Rob replied to Kate’s question. ‘I like it well enough, hen. I ken it’s quiet, but I like peace and quiet.’

‘So, you don’t get… lonely, then?’ Kate knew she was being blatant, but she didn’t care. If she could pull this off, it would be the perfect holiday present for her friend. Stacie, her mouth dry with anticipation, stepped forward. Pulling off her gloves to reveal pale hands with violently clashing purple nail-varnished tips, she took the full bottles from Rob’s hands. Making certain her fingers brushed his as she did so. 

‘Thank you,’ Stacie purred as she passed one of the bottles to her partner. The tacit standoff that followed as tension rippled through the small office room-cum-workshop was eventually broken by Rob.

‘Would you lassies like something to warm you up before you go?’  His sentence, delivered in a deadpan tone, could have been suggesting something as mundane as sharing of a mug of hot chocolate, but his sparkling eyes hinted at so much more.

Stacie’s pulse quickened as Kate casually replied, ‘Well, if it’s not too much trouble, that would be lovely.’ Another normal sentence, but packed with enough eyelash-fluttering that she might as well have screamed out ‘Fuck us now!’

‘I was about to light the fire.’ Rob knelt at a small grate, already neatly piled with kindling. ‘Perhaps you’d like to lose your jackets for a while. When this takes, this place gets pretty hot.’

The girls’ eyes were drawn to the hopping, spluttering flames. They threw their coats over their backpacks, which they’d already dumped by the front door. 

Taking his time with the fire, the ranger didn’t stir from where he crouched until it had taken to his satisfaction, and was smoking nicely up the chimney. Then, with a measured movement, he stood and faced his guests, who with unspoken agreement had divested themselves of far more than just their coats. Somehow Rob managed to keep his face passive as his eyes travelled from the top of each girl’s head down to their toes.

They stood naked. Holding hands. So, lovers in their own right, then. Nice. He smiled. It had been over fifteen years since he’d been with two women at the same time. A memory that kept him warm during the dark winter days and nights as he guarded the woodland and its wildlife. 

Deciding against comment, Rob took a silent moment to choose which girl he’d treat rough and which one he’d simply treat. Then, with a pace that neither girl would have associated with the man whose previous movements had been so controlled and steady, he stripped...

 


Bio

For over a decade Kay Jaybee has lived a nomadic existence across the British Isles, collecting stories as she travels.

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO, and was nominated in 2013,2014 and 2016

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room, (Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite 2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats, 2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk 

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Tuesday, 21 June 2016

New Release All That We Are by Holly J. Gill


 
New Release

He's a writer.
she's a promoter.
Can she trust him?

#adult #romance #sexy


Blurb


Holly knows that sitting behind her computer isn’t going to bring one of her romance heroes to life. And despite her matchmaking friend’s attempts, she’s still lonely, looking for her Mr. Perfect. Fairytales happen, right?


 As a bestselling author, Ashton Noir doesn’t need anyone or anything in his life other than his imagination. That is until he comes across Holly’s Promotional Services’ website. Further exposure for his books can’t hurt.
 Communicating through the Internet and then phone calls, professional interests turn personal. Realising they lack trust and confidence in different ways, can they have a future as a couple? Or are their dreams forever going to be their safe haven?


 
 
 
Hot Excerpt
 
I take slow steps toward her. The room, heated by the sun’s rays, gives a warming glow. I stop behind the couch to remove my jacket, undo my cufflinks, and slowly roll my sleeves up to my elbows. I can hear her breathing, watch her bobbling her head up and down nervously, but she has no reason to be.

I move around the couch to stand before her and look down on her weak, defenseless body. Her breasts luscious and swollen. 

I move slowly around to her back, further teasing her. Her body is so beautiful, a size twelve, her bottom perky. I crave to smack that ass and hear her grunt or scream, whichever suits her. I bet she’ll wail wonderfully under my masterful demands. Her bottom tightens making my cock pulse. My breath catches when she turns her head to the side, aware of my location.

I drop to my knees, positioning myself close behind her. I mould her to my chest. I move my nose closer to her shoulder, smelling her fragrance of delicate petals. I inhale a deep breath. God, she smells divine. I move in closer to her shoulder and hear her breath hitch and feel her body still.

I move my mouth to her ear. “Relax…you are the most exquisite female I have ever come across, and you are mine!” My desire clear in my voice. I have to make her see how much I need her. I have to make her understand that somehow she’s grabbed my heart, forcing me into a position of hunger.

I breathe heavy on her neck, luring her into my trap. My beautiful Holly tilts her head to the side, giving me access. Her breath comes out sharp, but I have no choice. I cannot control my burn. I kiss her softly, placing my lips to her shoulder as her mouth opens on a gasp. Inhaling a deep breath, I release it slowly, licking her neck, then follow with a teasing blow. Again she quakes under my touch.

“You are mine. Tell me what you want,” I whisper in her ear watching her chest lift and push her scrumptious boobs out. How I crave to place my hands around her perfectly shaped breasts and add gentle caresses. Her nipples are erect, and I sense her pussy dripping with her tangy juices.

“I want you!” she answers, clearly exasperated.

“To what?” I encourage her, needing her permission.

“To touch me,” she breathes.

“Where?” I wrap my arms around her waist as she jiggles her boobs shining in the sun’s rays. With my cock rock hard, I move closer to her, rubbing my groin on her bottom, wanting her to feel what she has done to me.

I inch closer, pushing my hardened member into the crease of her bottom, our bodies spooning perfectly. Holly gasps as she feels my strain. I wrap my arms around her waist, allowing my hands to rest on her tummy. I really want one hand kneading her breasts and the other tormenting her womanhood.

“All over,” she faintly spoke.

Resting my mouth on her neck, I tenderly kiss her, moving delicately to her ear. I want impact, reaction. I breathe heavy, sending an erotic message to her aroused body. Her skin trembles and goose bumps form. Her lips part under my demand. I start to tease her using my fingertips, touching her around her tummy. “Here?”

“Yes.”

I kiss her neck.

I move my hand up her body between her cleavage and poke. “Here?”

“Yes,” she pants.

I slide my other hand around to her bottom and poke. “Here?”

“Yes.” Her chest stills as her breath catches.

I bring my hands to her upper arms, dancing my fingernails over her skin, manipulating her senses, while her hips gyrate in time to my contact. I inhale her, feel her pulse, her pelvis, aware she’s turned on by her movements and the wetness of her panties.

“Do you crave me, Holly?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

I place my hands on her waist, gliding my fingertips up and down, watching as her breasts heave with each breath. I slide my fingertips toward her womanhood, and her breath ceases. God, I want you Holly! I want to touch her intimate area, but I can’t, not yet, not like this…I have to wait and savor and do what is right for me and her.

Her back arches, thrusting her breasts out. I focus intently on her boobs, eager to fondle, break the rules. I just need to stroke them… No, Dean, no! My mind argues with my body. If only Holly knew how close I am to giving in.
 


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Monday, 20 June 2016

Two Brit Babes for the Price of One: The Collared Collection




Hello there, it's Kay Jaybee and Kd Grace here- we're busy celebrating the release of our boxed set The Collared Collection. This two novel set combines both of our best selling BDSM erotic romance novels, The Voyeur and The Pet Shop.

Blurb:

In The Pet Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James's boss sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it's extremely addicting. Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who looks like Tino, but couldn't be more different, Stella is drawn into the secret world of The Pet Shop. As her animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the consequences.

In The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff - his personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper.

Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark's ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does Bridge's gentleman's club, Anya's previous employer and a place she was delighted to escape from, have over Mark?

In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they had left behind them all over again.



The Dawn of The Pet Shop and The Voyeur



The Inspiration for The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee

The idea for The Voyeur saw its first glimmer of light back in 2007, when I wrote a two part story called Fantasy 13, for the excellent , now sadly extinct, erotica web site Oysters and Chocolate. These full-on BDSM parallel adventures, both set in the ‘Discreet’ S&M club, were subtitled Clara’s Story and Anna’s Story- and now form the backbone of Chapters One and Two of The Voyeur.

As anyone who has read my work will know, I love writing BDSM stories, and for some time prior to penning the mini- series Fantasy 13, I’d toyed with the idea of setting a piece within a specialist club, which I’d decided to paradoxically entitle, Discreet. The only thing holding me back was that I was at a loss for an original story angle.

About the same time, I was sat in a café (as ever!), covertly people watching. A woman about my age was frantically scribbling down a list. I assumed it was a shopping list; but then I began to wonder- what if it wasn’t? What if it was something more interesting? Maybe it was a list of all the things she wished her husband, lover or girlfriend would do to, or with, her?

There was no stopping my imagination once I’d had that thought. Within the hour I had created Mark, a businessman who kept a secret notebook in which to compile all his darkest desires.  He doesn’t necessarily want to take part in any of these fantasies- he just wants to see them take place in front of him.  The ultimate voyeur!

So, you could say that The Voyeur was originally a mixture of ideas gleaned from my long standing desire to write a story set in a sex club, and observing a woman jot down a shopping list in a cafe!!

Inspiration for The Pet Shop by Kd Grace

The Pet Shop’s first incarnation was a short story for Black Lace called ‘On Keeping Pets,’ which I LOVED doing, but I always felt Tino and Stella’s story was way too big for five thousand words.

The inspiration for The Pet Shop was two-pronged. In part, it came from observing the way people treat and talk to their pets and the way the pets respond. There’s a certain bond in that relationship that involves a huge amount of trust. There’s also little choice in the matter for the pet. But what really intrigued me was that crossover between the way people talk to their pets and they way they talk to their lovers and how similar the two often are, though it seemed to me that people are often much kinder to their pets than they are to their lovers. I wanted to see what would happen if that relationship of total dependency, total trust, that pet-master relationship were actually instated between lovers; I wanted to know how that would look – a very different kind of D/s relationship.

Secondly the story was inspired by the fairy tale Beauty and the Beast. In actuality, Tino is more of a wild animal than he is a pet, and those wild animal instincts make him wonderfully unpredictable. Stella is a strong intelligent woman who can’t necessarily tame him and certainly wouldn’t want to, but what she does is help him accept all the facets of who he is. I think that’s really what happens in Beauty and the Beast. The wild beast with his head on the lap of the beauty, well, that’s the thrill, that’s the real draw of the story. That’s what I tried to capture in The Pet Shop.

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Bio- Kay Jaybee

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay was also nominated as the Best Erotica Writer in 2013 and 2014.

Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 100 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,




Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk 

 


Bio - K D Grace

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.


Find K D Here:                                                                  


               http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk       


Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace         

Sunday, 19 June 2016

Happy Father's Day


Is your man a father as well as a lover and a husband? If so, give him a treat today - feet up, beer and a sexy story written just for men. You never know, it might just give him some new ideas...



Nyotaimori was new for me, eating my dinner off a beautiful naked woman an experience I’d never been lucky enough to indulge in. So when a customer treated me to a meal at The Geisha Plate it was an effort to keep my cock under control and my focus on the food. Damn, it had been a while! 

But control myself I did—until, that is, the spice levels cranked to boiling point and dessert turned out to be a mind-blowing, soul-twistingly delicious blowjob. I instantly craved more. 

Plus I’m not a guy who likes debt. I had to return the favor by hook or by crook; it was an urge that threatened to consume me. Luckily my lovely Geisha girl turned out to be the sweetest woman I’d ever had the pleasure of pleasuring, and her healthy appetite for getting raw and naked with me for starters, main course and dessert turned out to be a wild ride for my every fantasy, and enough to keep me more than satisfied in every department. 






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Wednesday, 15 June 2016

CUFFED - COMING SOON

Cuffed to a brooding, rough and tough cop, proves to be as dangerous as it is sexy for reporter Roxie Diamond.



All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment, and she’s on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she’s partnered with couldn’t be more different. Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner’s cute ass and broad shoulders.

Roxie doesn’t count on getting involved in a human trafficking case. Before she knows it she’s snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Her sullen cop takes her safety seriously, but how can he protect her if they’re handcuffed together and locked in an abandoned warehouse?

Spending an evening skin to skin with Officer Rudy has Roxie thinking about all sorts of things. Just how close is he to his partner? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire if she confesses her lust? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament? 

Due for release 2nd July from All Romance eBooks

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Spicy Pizza


Sometimes I experiment with ingredients just because it sounds like it would be good in my mind. I love spicy! So the other day I decided to make a spicy pizza from scratch. It came out so tasty that I thought I'd share my recipe with you. It was easy to make. I greased the pizza pan with olive oil, then used some fresh bread dough that I bought at my local grocery store bakery. Spread a light layer of spaghetti sauce over that, then added a package of mozzarella cheese. Topped it off with two cans of mushrooms, thinly sliced onion, crushed red pepper and jalapeno peppers. Baked it on 400 for about 25 minutes.

Next time I'm going to make it with a seasoned crust.

Sunday, 12 June 2016

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Post by Lily Harlem



Hands up who likes a seriously fit guy who is as talented in the bedroom as he is on the pitch? Ohhh I see a flood of hands shooting into the air, which is great because I have just the thing for you. Scored is my super sexy soccer novel which stars gorgeous Lewis Tate, captain of the England football team and sassy reporter Nicki as they heat up for the huge tournament that is Euro 2012.

It’s hard to believe that I wrote this four years ago, the story and characters are still fresh in my head and readers continue to contact me telling me how much they enjoy the romance, sexy times and the heroes mastery of everything he puts his mind (and body) too!

And with Euro 2016 upon us, if you haven’t sampled Lewis’ particular brand of seduction, now is the time…



Here’s the back cover information

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after? 

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no? 

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare. 

Reader Reviews

“I can thoroughly recommend Scored. It's a clever story with twists and turns and lots of hot sex and football. What more could a girl want!”

“Wow. Lily Harlem strikes again. (see what I did there?). Another fab book from this talented author. Couldn't put it down. A page turner from the very first page.”

“A highly recommended read. A hot, gorgeous romance.”

“Wow, wow, wow!! I loved this so much.”

“Lewis Tate is officially my new number one BBF. The story is a beautiful romance that had me sighing out loud and caused many a raised eyebrow from my husband.”

“I absolutely adored this book and I know for a fact it will be a go to book for me when I want an uplifting story to make me smile and swoon.”



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Scored is only available from Amazon though can be read for free on Kindle Unlimited. I hope you’ll check it out and enjoying the winning streak Scored will take you on!

Lily x

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