Cover Reveal: Mad, Bad and Dangerous to Blow!


Check out my fabulously moody, Gothic cover for my forthcoming publication with Pride Publishing! This is my first M/M story. It was great fun to write and I’m thrilled by the cover.

Here are my release dates:

Preorder: 23rd February 2016
Early Download: 15th March 2016
General Release: 12th April 2016

I’ll reveal more about the story soon! Any guesses as to which famous poet is involved?


Golden flogger award nominee!


Our sexy spanking anthology, Over the Knee, has been nominated for a Golden Flogger Award!

Woop woop!

Check out all the other amazing nominees here!

And coming soon, I’ll have news on my forthcoming release, my first MM story with Pride Publishing, out in February (I think)!

Lily Harlem is Breaking the Rules!

I was recently honoured to be between the covers with Lily Harlem in Totally Bound’s spanking anthology, Over the Knee. And now I’m delighted to welcome Lily to my blog to tell us all about her latest release, Rule Breaker, published on 10th November. Take it away, Lily!


Rule Breaker by Lily Harlem

Rule Breaker, a dark erotic romance novel by Lily Harlem, is out now from Totally Bound and all other good ebook retailers including Amazon US  Amazon UK ARe Kobo B&N Sony ibooks .

Set between London and France this novel pushes boundaries and will take you on an adventure and keep you in suspense. Falling in love with the wrong person is easily done, getting carried along in a whirlwind of passion is hard to resist. Join Lacey and Miller on a wild ride of lust, desire and fighting to be with the person you can’t live without, even if the rest of the world is against it.

Back Cover Information

Locks, keys and prison bars can’t contain a love that’s meant to roam wild and free, but when that love is let loose, will Lacey be able to handle what’s heading her way?

Rules are meant to protect the innocent and keep danger at bay—except for me. The lines blur, and it all started when I met the ultimate bad boy. But is he? Miller Davenport might be big, bad and brimming with sin but he’s confessed his crimes and for ten years he’s served his time and walked the line.

Everyone deserves a second chance, right? And as his nurse—the one person who understands him—I can’t help but count the days till we can be together properly, without guards watching over us and without every look and word we share censored.

When that day comes, though, will our desire for each other explode and take me to the new heights he’s promised? And if so, how will I survive such intensity?

One thing is for sure. With Miller I’ll be whisked up in a whirlwind of his dark energy and a tornado of his lust, and likely taken to the very edge of what I can handle. I can’t help a few nerves, though, as release day approaches, because if it all comes crashing down, who can I depend on when I’ve ridden into the sunset with a man who’s broken all the rules? Will I be saved or will I have pushed everyone and everything too far?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of exhibitionism, anal play and light restraint.


“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just go with the first one they show me. Fuck it, it’s a cake shop. They’ll all be bloody nice.” He glanced at Miller then back to me. “Do you mind if I make a call while you—?”

“Not at all, go ahead.” I waved him to the seat. “This is my last time with Miller anyway, so I’m sure he’ll behave.”

Miller’s jaw was tense. His eyebrows drew low and a small muscle flexed in his cheek.

Barry pulled out his phone and, without glancing at me again, dropped his bulk into the chair—the legs scraped on the hard floor. He started scrolling over the screen.

“Come on,” I said to Miller.

He followed me into the clinical room.

I walked up to the counter and reached for my tray of equipment.


I startled. He was right behind me.

He set his hands on the work surface, one either side of my body, trapping me against it with his torso.

“What?” I whispered, glancing at the door, my head brushing his.

“Tomorrow,” he murmured, his mouth right against my ear.

A thrill and a chill went through me as my neck and scalp tingled and tightened at his nearness.

“What about it?” I placed my right hand over his, cupping his hard knuckles. It was a bold move, but touching him was what I craved—I couldn’t help myself.

I heard him pull in a breath. “Meet me.”


“Anywhere you fucking want. Just be there.” He paused and pushed a little harder against me.

His groin, the outline of his cock, semi-hard, nestled against the crack of my buttocks. Lust blazed through my veins. Damn it, tomorrow was too long to wait.

But we had to.

“There’s a pub, round the corner from here,” I said. “The Cow and Slipper.”

He turned his hand and gripped my forearm. His fingertips pressed over my pulse points, his fingers were big and dark against the delicate veiny underside of my wrist.

“I’ll be there at noon,” he said.

“So will I.”

“Thank you.” He pressed his cheek against my ear. The weight of his head was heavy against mine.

I leaned into him. The daring, risky move heightened all of my senses. His chest against my shoulders, his breath on my cheek and his stubble against my temple. And damn, his body shoved into mine, his cock pushing through clothes against my arse. I wanted it. All of it.

“We’ll take it slow,” he whispered. “Get to know each other without a boss watching over us. Speak freely about what we want. I’m not in it for a lay. What we have is special. I’m doing this because I want you—always have, from the first time I saw you.” He paused. “But you know that.”

I swallowed and turned. I did know that.

He released my wrist.

I looked up at him. This was the closest we’d ever been. I was surrounded by him, wrapped up in him. It was where I wanted to be.

He leaned a little closer and his chest brushed against mine.

My nipples drew into pinched peaks, scraping against the inner cups of my bra.

“I thought of you last night,” he said. He lifted his hand and caressed my cheek. The small hard patches of skin, from where he banged weights, scratched against my flesh.

“What did you think?” I asked, my hands hovering. I wanted to touch him but didn’t dare, for fear that I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I glanced at the door again.

“Shh, it’s okay. I can still hear him talking,” he said.

“Maybe you should tell me tomorrow, when we don’t have to rush.” My heart was racing, adrenaline swamping my system. The thought of Barry catching us like this had me on a knife’s edge, but I couldn’t push Miller away. Barry had been instructed to behave like Miller might be a danger to me, yet I’d never felt safer than at this moment with Miller’s full attention—with Miller, big, bad now-tamed Miller, looming over me.

I knew what he was, what he was capable of, but he’d been reformed. He was being let out. The judge, the crown, had decided he’d paid for his crimes and he was no longer a danger to society.

Which meant he wasn’t a danger to me.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow then,” he said, lowering his head. “If that’s what you want.”

I stared into his dark eyes, at the way his lashes pointed slightly downward. They weren’t curled, and he had a tiny freckle like a teardrop under his left eye. I hadn’t noticed that before. Hadn’t been close enough.

“I’ll look after you, hen,” he whispered. “Don’t ever be afraid of me. I’m not violent. I’m a good man now. I’ll be your good man for as long as you’ll have me. I promise. I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not…scared, that is.”

“Good.” He leaned closer still. I looked at his lips. I could see every tiny dent and crease on them, his top one was thinner than the bottom and with stubble peppered right up to the outline.

Fuck, is he going to kiss me?

We couldn’t.

Not here.

Not now.

“No,” I mouthed.

He pressed his closed lips to mine. They were dry, yet soft. He held my head in both of his hands and pushed his hard body forward, trapping me against the counter.

I whimpered and clung to his forearms. Terror and desire warred within me. I’d lose my job. He could lose his good-behavior privilege and be held for the remainder of his sentence.

It was the most reckless kiss I’d ever experienced, yet also the gentlest, sweetest connection I could ever remember.

He pulled back.

I opened my eyes.

His were still shut.

He furled his tongue over his bottom lip, as though tasting me there.

“Jesus,” he said quietly. “How the hell am I going to get through this last night without you?”

“Stop.” I rested my hands on his chest and pushed. “Please, save this for tomorrow.” Again I threw a glance at the door.

“Okay.” He opened his eyes, released me and stepped back. He held up his palms as if surrendering. “This last bit is the hardest though. I guess it’s like running a marathon. It’s all shit but the last mile? The last hundred yards? That’s what really gets you here.” He banged his chest. “It’s the shitiest bit.”

“I suppose.” I rubbed the tip of my index finger on my lips, reliving the sensation of his mouth on mine.

“Fucking genius you are, Lacey,” Barry said, walking in.

A flash of surprise went over Miller’s face.

Alarm must have crossed mine too.

Neither of us had heard him finish his conversation or been aware of him approaching the clinical room.

Bloody hell. If he’d come in ten seconds ago…no, make that five seconds ago.

First Reviews

5* “It’s been a while since I read anything by Lily Harlem, and as always, I thoroughly enjoyed this story. It may seem like this is going to be your typical good girl falls for the bad boy, but she’s thrown in a few surprises that had me turning the pages as quick as I could to find out what was going to happen. I definitely recommend this bad boy romance!”

5* “I finished reading this book a few days ago and it is still playing on my mind!”

Add Rule Breaker to your Goodreads shelf

About Lily Harlem

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot,  In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

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

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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Over the Knee is out now!

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This week sees the general release of Over the Knee, a hot, sexy spanking anthology from Totally Bound, featuring a host of popular, prolific erotic romance authors and, um, me!

In the line up is Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Katy Swann, Wendi Zwaduk, Lucy Felthouse and, bringing up the rear (?!), Dolly Watt!

My story in the collection, A Private Education, is set in the private library of a grand manor house and I loved writing it! Here’s the outline:

When archivist Emma Willoughby is invited to assess the private library of Lord Leopold Denby-Peel, Ninth Earl of Folchester, she isn’t expecting to find Victorian spanking diaries in his leather-bound collection. Nor is she expecting the earl to be quite so young and handsome. As she explores the pages of his nineteenth-century erotica, Emma finds herself craving to receive chastisements comparable to those depicted. Fortunately, Leo’s only too happy to oblige, and soon Emma is receiving eager spankings from him as he sets her tasks that she can only fail at.

Emma is new to this game of punishment and pain, while Leo’s an old hand who shows no interest in love. Emma dreams of winning him over, but has a guilty secret she fears could ruin everything. Should she stay quiet and enjoy the spankings while they last? Or confess the truth and risk losing the earl’s dark, deviant desire?

And here’s a spicy teaser to whet your appetite — the sexual tension is rising in the library!


Leo passed Emma her teacup and saucer, and she set it down several inches away from the book. Leo, holding his teacup, came to stand by her. He said nothing for a while, making Emma uncomfortable. He sipped then set down his tea. He turned several pages until he reached another illustration.

“Ah, here’s Mercy Bamford,” said Leo, lifting tissue paper to reveal a drawing of a bare-buttocked woman in black stockings and pale corset, standing and casting a cheeky grin over her shoulder. Her flushed bottom was striped with dark, angry welts.

Emma leaned forward to read the text, quickly realizing once again that she’d almost mirrored the position adopted by the spanked kitchen maid. Beside her, the earl leaned forward too, forearms on the table, so close that Emma could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Would you like me to read to you?” he asked softly.

“Oh,” replied Emma, flustered. “I’m not sure that’s necessary.”

“I should probably confess,” said Leo, “that I share many of the former earl’s predilections. I do wonder if it runs in the blood.”

Emma gulped, her heart thumping so hard she fancied the earl had to be able to hear it.

“Is it of interest to you?” Leo went on. “You were deeply absorbed in the text when I entered the room.”

This man was so bold! Did having a title and a country pile give a person the confidence to discuss kinky sex as if it were a topic as ordinary as the weather? Emma, trying to maintain her professionalism, stared unseeing at the antique journal but her arousal was undeniable. “It’s a fascinating insight into the upstairs-downstairs elements of a nineteenth-century—”

“And the expression on your face,” interrupted Leo, “suggested your interest was not that merely of an archivist. You looked, if you don’t mind me saying so, distinctly turned on.”

Emma blushed furiously, not knowing how to reply. In the silence, the fire crackled and spat, and Emma felt her face must be as hot as the flames.

“Were you?” urged Leo, his tone stern and demanding.

Emma swallowed. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Have you ever been spanked?”

Emma could hardly speak. Her throat was constricting, her breath quickening. Who was this man and how was he managing to draw these desires from her? Had they been there all along and he was merely teasing them out? Or was he creating them from nothing? Already she felt as if the Emma who stood in the earl’s library was different from from the Emma who’d pressed the bell of Ashlaine Hall’s enormous oak door earlier that morning.

“No,” she eventually managed.

“Would you like me to spank you?”

Emma could feel the earl watching her, assessing her reaction, but she couldn’t turn to meet his gaze. Instead, she continued to stare blankly at the open book, words dancing before her eyes, hoping she didn’t appear too troubled. She could hardly believe this was happening to her. Her mind was in turmoil, torn between a hungry urge to surrender to the earl’s suggestion, and a far wiser urge to run as fast as she could, back to safe, sensible reality.


Over the Knee is available to buy now on Amazon Kindle! A paperback will be out shortly.

A Private Education goes on general release in December but will be available as an early download at Totally Bound from 27th October.

Happy reading, happy spanking!

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Over the Knee release week!

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So many exciting events surround the fast-approaching launch of Over the Knee that it seems inadequate to describe the book as having a release day. Release week feels more accurate! Officially, the anthology goes on general sale on Tuesday 20th October but that’s really just a starting gun for six authors to kick off an enormous spanking party – and *you’re* invited!

Actually, I must confess, we’ve already begun. You know how it is when you’re squirming in excitement, when your heart is pounding, your skin is tingling and you simply cannot wait? That’s us! And since the early download of Over the Knee is currently topping the charts at Totally Bound, our eagerness is probably justified!


Check out our pre-party piece at Totally Bound: an A – Z of BDSM! Do you know the meaning of ‘irrumatio’ or ‘figging’? Or what a kinky person might do with a spot of peppermint oil? If not, then our naughty alphabet is sure to put you in the picture!

For me, the highpoint of next week is set to be our Facebook party on Wednesday 21st. I’m really looking forward to hanging out, spreading the sizzle, and meeting readers – not something I’ve had much chance to do as a new author. It would be wonderful to see you there. We’ll have comps, giveaways, sexy snippets, chats, laughs and all round HEAT!

Please come along and join our party!

Next week, I’ll reveal more about A Private Education, my tale of upper-class spanking in Over the Knee.

You can grab an early download of Over the Knee at Totally Bound, and from Tuesday, you can buy the book on Amazon kindle and elsewhere. And further down the line, a paperback will be available – my first time in print! I’ll be able to stroke the cover guy and those tight, tight trousers of his! My fingers are already twitching!

Bliss (kiss) in Bordeaux


I’m joining in with this weekend’s Sunday Snog, hosted by the lovely Victoria Blisse, by posting a kissing excerpt from my latest Totally Bound release, Bliss in Bordeaux.

The story so far goes: My heroine Harriet, who’s taking a solo holiday in her aunt’s gite in the French countryside, is attending a local, early morning ‘Tractors and Aperitifs’ party. Harriet’s an artist with an unexpected commission to illustrate a new edition of the Kama Sutra. In secret, she’s been sketching some saucy images to get her in the mood. But in this excerpt, her naughty secret is about to be discovered by the very sexy Jean-Jacques! I hope you enjoy the read!


Harriet thought she may need to revise her opinion on the innate sexiness of France. Why was everyone dressed for autumn when it was such a glorious day? And why was everyone over the age of fifty? Or might it be sixty? She sipped her drink, unsure if the sweet concoction was breakfast juice or punch, and surveyed the setting. Half a dozen shiny tractors stood on the edge of a nearby field, men gathered around a couple of the vehicles. By a huge barn, a browning spit-roast pig hung over a bed of low flames. A stretch of rickety tables, draped in vinyl cloths patterned with lemons, held bowls of pretzels and numerous pitchers of fruit juice, wasps buzzing around them.

Harriet sipped steadily, wondering how she was going to cope with living here alone for three weeks. It was a far cry from the hectic London life she was used to leading. Perhaps too far. She tried to push the worry aside, smiling and nodding vigorously in an attempt to respond to various conversations directed at her.

Oui, oui, Miriam est ma tante. Je suis en vacances. C’est très jolie ici. Santé!

The drink slid warmly along her veins, softening her senses and making her legs feel a touch wobbly. Probably not fruit juice, to be accurate. Weren’t aperitifs supposed to be small? Best be careful with this, she thought, or I’ll end up obsessively sketching cocks over and over again.

Mind you, at least it was safe to misbehave out here. Continue reading Bliss (kiss) in Bordeaux

Out now: Bliss in Bordeaux!

blissinbordeaux 210x336 Bliss in Bordeaux, my latest release from Totally Bound, is out now! This is a short, sexy summer read set in South West France and features Harriet, an overworked illustrator taking a solo, stress-busting holiday.

Unfortunately, Harriet’s plans to relax go awry when she accepts a last-minute commission to illustrate the Kama Sutra. Hoping to get herself in the mood for the project, Harriet starts sketching images of erections, safe in the knowledge that in her rural isolation, nobody knows what she’s up to. However, when the rude sketches end up in the wrong hands, Harriet finds she has a brand new muse – sexy gardener Jean-Jacques, a passionate, unconventional man with a distinctly kinky side!

Harriet’s illustrations are soon coming on in leaps and bounds. The trouble is, Harriet’s not sure how far she wants to go with Jean-Jacques, especially when she knows she has to return to England at the end of her stay.

Bliss in Bordeaux is a novella, so just long enough to spice up an afternoon or an evening! It’s available as an ebook at Totally Bound, at Amazon UK and Amazon US, and at AllRomance.

I’m also excited to say Totally Bound have put the spotlight on me this week and I’m the featured author on their publishing front page and I’m nestled up to my gorgeous book cover here!

And I’m beyond thrilled to have an article on humour in erotic romance at Female First!

What a wonderful week!

Kisses and dreams

brightlightsdarknights_800I’m delighted to be joining in Valentine’s BlisseKiss, and hope to heavens I’m doing everything as I should! If you comment here, or any of the BlisseKiss posts, you could win an amazing naughty toy from Lelo.

Also, I’m giving away two free epubs of my first erotica publication, Bright Lights, Dark Nights, which was released last week with Totally Bound. Leave a comment here, just say hello, and I’ll select 2 winners at the end of the week!

In Bright Lights, Dark Nights, perpetual klutz, Marnie Fitzpatrick, is working at the book launch of a celebrity she idolises, the Travelling TV Vet, Dr Pat Redman.

In the scene below, Marnie gets to meet Pat for the very first time. The introduction doesn’t go according to plan – not that Marnie ever has a plan!


I see a familiar figure strolling down the hotel corridor and I’m so overwhelmed that I freeze. My nod has gone. I gawp, as if an author attending his own book launch is the last person I’d expect to see here. His hair is so endearingly unkempt and his tan is a little lighter than I’m used to seeing. His jeans hang perfectly on his muscular body, loose and faded in all the right places. Something about his relaxed, easy stride makes my knees turn wobbly. He’s wearing a khaki green, short-sleeved shirt, its open collar revealing a fuzz of dark chest hair. My heart’s in my throat as he nears and I can’t help mentally undressing him, as I do when I’m watching him on TV in the privacy of my own home.

I blush to think of all the times I’ve let my hand slip between my thighs, parting my swollen, wet folds as I watch him, dreaming of his caress, his mouth, his body. I have to confess, at those points, my concerns about the welfare of the animals Pat cares so strongly about are largely absent, and that makes me feel a little guilty.

It’s not that I don’t care about animals. I do. It’s just that sometimes, I’m the one whose animal passions are rising, and I have to put any thoughts about the furred and feathered varieties to one side. Continue reading Kisses and dreams