New
from bestselling author Lily Harlem, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, a steamy first-time romance set in
beautiful Cotswolds and a must for anyone who loves their fictional heroes.
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All my
life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me.
Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat
at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one
thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom
expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and
charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid,
very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one
bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the
perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along.
Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of
Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling
into my heart in the hottest ways possible.
**Please
note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover
art.**
Excerpt
I stood, arms hanging at my sides, knees buckled, as he lowered his
head and pressed his mouth to mine.
It was a gentle kiss, not wet and not dry, the perfect combination of
smoothness and maleness. I parted my mouth and held my breath as he delicately
traced my bottom lip with his tongue, then I captured his taste—wine and water,
man and musk. Pulling in air, I was treated to his gorgeous light scent again.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, pulling back a fraction. “Like a little
sugary doll.”
Pushing to my toes, I pressed my lips to his, wanting more of his taste
and his desire.
This time the kiss quickly turned hotter and harder. Still he kept my
face cradled in his hands, holding me just where he wanted me as he probed his
tongue deeper, searching for mine with the hot, insistent tip.
I lifted my tongue from the base of my mouth and tentatively touched it
to his. He gave a small groan and slanted his head. Our tongues tangled and I
reached up and curled my hands into the material of his shirt. Hung on as our
breaths quickened and our mouths fed off each other. I became lost in his kiss,
he was all I could think of. His taste, his smell, the way he was holding me
was my entire universe. Bubbles of pleasure erupted deep within me. A crazy new
need flowed like lava through my veins, settled in my breasts, seeped between
my legs and spread over my skin.
He pulled back and dropped his hands from my face.
I opened my eyes.
His mouth was shiny from our kiss and his eyelids heavy. “Lose this,”
he whispered, sliding his fingers beneath the thin shoulder straps of my dress.
I prayed my heart wouldn’t give out, it was beating so hard and fast.
He wanted me to take off my dress. Of course he wanted me to take off my dress.
We were going to have sex for heaven’s sake. The dress had to come off.
I slid down the zip and the material loosened around my ribs. He stooped,
gripped the hem and began to lift. It smoothed up over my thighs and waist and
air breezed over my buttocks, which were exposed by my thong.
He straightened, his expression heavy with concentration as he carried
on peeling the dress upward. I stretched my arms above my head and was blinded
momentarily as the dress brushed over my face.
Shane didn’t drop the dress on the floor. Instead he shook it straight
and laid it on the back of the sofa. Instinct made me want to cross my arms
over my breasts, flatten a palm over the shockingly tiny piece of lace that
made up the front of the thong Dawn had provided. But I forced my arms to
remain still, hanging at my sides as he turned to me.
“Phew,” he said, blowing out a breath and scanning my legs. “I must have
been a really good boy this year to get stockings filled so sweetly.”
I couldn’t help but notice there was a long, hard bulge straining
against his fly. My stomach flipped and I quickly averted my eyes and glanced
down at my legs, which were encased in black fishnet. The scalloped tops looked
fine and dainty against my pale thighs. The flickering shadows from the fire
caressed their outline and even I had to admit, they looked damn good.
“You think so?” I asked nervously, trying not to dwell on the size of
the bulge I’d just seen.
“Hell, yeah.” He stepped back over. “I must have accidently found a
cure for cancer or secured world peace to get such a great present.”
A small, apprehensive giggle escaped my lips. “You like the stockings
then?”
“I’ve never liked stockings more than at this moment in time,” he
whispered onto my mouth. “Promise me you’ll keep them on, even when you take
everything else off. I want to feel them rubbing against my skin when you’re
wrapped around me.”
I shivered in a breath at the wonderfully erotic image he’d just
created. “I promise.”
He glanced down at my jutting breasts. “You’re beautiful, you know
that.” He traced his finger over the soft curve at the top of my right breast
and into my newly deepened cleavage.
A dart of pleasure shot to my nipples, as though the weight of my
breasts had doubled under his touch. They were suddenly tingly and tight.
“You do know that, don’t you?” he said again as he traced over my left
breast. “Of course you do, I’m sure you’ve been told by plenty of guys.”
“Er, no,” I said, pressing my palm over his shirt and feeling his hard
pectoral muscle shifting slightly beneath.
“No, you don’t know it or no, you haven’t been told?”
“I…well…I…”
His gaze captured mine and he tipped his head to the side. “Are you
okay?” He stilled his finger.
“Yes, it’s just…” I slid my hand up to his shoulder and held on for
support. I had to tell him. I didn’t think I could go through with “wrapping
myself around him” if he thought I was experienced and confident. I’d be sure
to disappoint or let him down somehow. He deserved to know. Besides, Saffron
had told Tobias, so had Felicity in Lord Morton’s Maid and Skye had left
a note for Ralph in Optimum Pleasure. All my heroines told their men it
was their first time. It was the right thing to do.
“What is it?” Shane asked again, his eyes searching mine.
“I-I haven’t, you know, done it before.”
“Done what?” He creased his forehead into a frown.
“You know, it, had sex.” I stared down at my dark, stockinged feet.
They contrasted sharply with the golden carpet. “I’m a virgin.”
His whole body snapped backward. It was as if he’d been electrocuted.
“Jesus,” he said, shoving his fingers through the hair on the crown of his head
and stretching his elbows out to the side. “What the hell?” He stared at me
with wide eyes.
I crossed my hands over my chest. “I’m sorry.” A shard of fear sliced
into my heart. He didn’t want me anymore. Now he knew I was a virgin he no
longer desired me. He’d wanted an experienced lover for the night, not some
naïve little girl.
“And you let it get this far before you told me?”
“What do you mean? We haven’t done anything other than kiss.”
He huffed. “Yeah, one hot kiss with you looking like the best damn
Christmas present of my life.” He shoved his hands down his waistband and
appeared to re- arrange the bulge behind his fly.
“I’m sorry. Partly for letting it get so far and…” I paused. “And
partly because you appear to be in physical discomfort.”
“There’s no need to be sorry,” he said, glancing at the door and
pulling his hand from his pants.
“Well, clearly there is.” I was getting frustrated now. “If I wasn’t a
virgin we’d be heading into the bedroom by now. Clearly my inexperience has put
you off.”
“I had that in mind actually,” he said, pointing at the deeply
cushioned sofa next to us. “It’s wide and soft and by the fire. It would have
done just fine.”
I tightened my arms around myself. He’d wanted to make love to me on
the sofa. Just the thought of it sent a tremble up my spine. It would have been
so perfect. So sensual and sweet.
He rubbed his hand around the nape of his neck. His dark, tousled hair
fell over his ears and he cast his eyes downward.
“I had to tell you,” I whispered, shivering despite the blasting heat
of the fire.
“Thank goodness you did. Imagine if I’d just gone for it, not knowing.
It would have been catastrophic.”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t been with a woman for a while,” he said, frowning. “And you
in those damn stockings and with your sexy little body.” He pulled in a deep
breath. “I was just about to lose control. It wouldn’t have been the gentle
initiation to sex that you deserve, Ashley, it would have left you dazed and
confused and wondering what kind of beast you’d invited to your room.”
He didn’t look like a beast, and he certainly hadn’t touched me like one.
His fingertip on my flesh had been gentle and reverent. Although now he
mentioned it, when he’d looked at my stockings there’d been a glint in his eye
that had made me wonder how much control he had.
“Does it change things between us so much?” I asked quietly.
He sighed. “Of course it does.”
“But why?”
“Because your first time should be special, with someone you care
deeply about…love.”
“I care about you.”
“But we’ve only just met.”
“But I still care about you more than any other guy I’ve ever met.” I
swept my hands down the exposed skin on my body. “No one else has seen me like
this before.”
His eyebrows twitched as his gaze roamed my underwear. “Lucky me.”
I frowned. “Shane, I want to do this, with you. Tonight.”
“But surely you want more than…” He shrugged and clamped his lips into
a tight line.
“Than what? Go on, say it. We’re both adults. We both know what we’re
doing.”
“Okay, surely you want more than a one-night stand to give away your
virginity to?”
My jaw clenched. Of course I knew that’s what this was. But having it
said aloud hurt. Quickly I shoved that stupid bit of hurt way down deep. I had
a more pressing matter to concentrate on and I wasn’t about to let this
opportunity slip through my fingers. “I’m twenty-three, Shane, I’m still a
virgin and I don’t want to be.” I pulled in a deep, determined breath. “I’ve
chosen you over a bunch of losers who’ve chatted me up and asked me out over
the years. It’s taken me a long time to find someone I want to have sex with.
One-night stand or not, I want you to make sure I’m not a virgin when I wake up
in the morning.” I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes. “Do you think
you’re man enough to do that?”
“Oh, I’m man enough all right. I’m also man enough to walk away and
stop you making a mistake you’ll never be able to undo.”
“But how can it be a mistake if it’s what I want?”
“Because you don’t know what you want. Why can’t you see that?”
“How dare you.” I stepped up to him, poked out my index finger and
pressed it against his chest. “You have no idea what I want or need.”
He looked surprised by my sudden rise in voice and stern tone.
“I’m a virgin not an idiot. I know about love and lust and I know
there’s a difference. I also know I want to be initiated into the world of sex
by someone handsome, intelligent, experienced and…and…”
“Expert?” He raised his eyebrows.
I tutted and lowered my finger. “Yes, that will do quite nicely,
expert. I want someone who isn’t going to fumble and falter. I want someone who
knows which buttons to press.”
“Buttons?” He gave a hesitant smile and a lock of hair fell over his
right eye.
“This is not funny, you know.”
“Oh, believe me, there’s nothing funny about the ache in my pants I
can’t do anything about.” He pushed his hair from his face.
“Of course you can.” I lowered my voice, gentled my tone. “I’ve been
reading up and I know what you need too, I know what you’d like, Shane. It
doesn’t have to be boring because it’s my first time.”
“What have you been reading?”
I shrugged. “Stuff.”
“Elaborate.”
“Stories about sex, men and women, things they do other than just the
missionary position.”
A flicker of interest crossed his face. “Like what?”
“Things like oral sex,” I said quietly. “A woman taking a man into her
mouth, sucking and licking until he comes down her throat.” I paused, sensing
his heightened attention at my words. “I want to try that.”
“Anything else you been reading about?” he asked, shifting from one
foot to the other.
“Yes, tying up a lover and doing whatever you want to their bodies,
making them squirm with pleasure and cry out for more.” I could hardly believe
I was saying all this stuff.
“You want me to tie you up?” His eyes widened.
“Not my first time.” I silently congratulated myself on not blushing.
“Your second?”
“Maybe, perhaps I’ll wait ’til third though.” I reached for the first,
fastened white button on his shirt.
Opportunity.
Grab it like a terrier.
“There’s something else I want to try before that,” I whispered.
“And what’s that?” he asked, watching me undo the button. His voice had
calmed, his body was still. He was no longer stealing glances at the door.
“I want to try it from behind.”
“What, in your—?” His eyes snapped up to mine.
“No, no, just from behind so I can find my G-spot.”
“Jesus, you have been reading up.”
I undid the next button and the next and reached for the cuffs. “Yes, I
like to do my research.” I tugged his now-undone shirt from the waistband of
his smart black pants. “If I’m going to do something, I like to do it
properly.”
“Me too,” he said in a quiet, calm voice.
Shoving the shirt over his shoulders, I stepped in real close and let
my breasts press into the tightly coiled hair sprinkled over his chest. “Which
is what makes you so perfect for my needs,” I said, sliding the shirt down his
arms and letting it fall on the floor.
“Damn, you’ve nearly got me persuaded,” he said, lowering his head. His
lips rested against my temple and I heard him swallow tightly.
I pulled back and looked up at his dark eyes, they were thick and
velvety. I parted my lips and held them a whisper from his. “Will this persuade
you?” I cupped my palm against the taut material of his pants and gave his cock
a firm, confident squeeze.
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Reader Reviews
“I have read a good number of Lily Harlem books, but this might be my
favorite.”
“This was a great book that really showed two characters that had amazing
chemistry and how the author was able to tweak them in just a way as to make
the story different from all the others on the market today.”
“I love this couple and the HEA was brilliant. This is the perfect
story to keep you warm at night.”
“Well all I am going to say is DAMN it is one steamy hot read…Loved it!”
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, Stormy Nights Publishing, Tirgearr 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 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' and is available in book stores nationwide.
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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