Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Why Authors and Readers Need Conferences!

Ever since I made the crazy decision to organize a romance conference in Ottawa next April, the most common question I get is "Why?" Why did I go insane? Why did I think we needed a convention? Why on earth should authors and readers attend?

I'll tell you why. To have fun.

Too often, authors get stuck behind their desk, tapping away at their keyboards, letting their muse drive them and with deadlines stressing them out. We often forget what time it is or even the day of the week when we're determined to reach a goal or finish a scene. Writing can be a very solitary job. Yes, we interact with people on social media, and we have editors and beta readers, BUT, when it comes to real contact, face to face with humans (not our imagination), we often neglect that part. This is where a conference can help.

Now there are two kinds of conferences, those that deal with improving your skills and networking with other authors. I've never been to one of those, so I can't comment on it, but the other type, a conference where you get to meet readers? Well, I've done a few now and all I have to say is they are awesome.

There is something utterly mind blowing about the first time a reader approaches you and says the magic words, "I read your book." It takes you aback and stuns you, or at least it did in my case. It was a jaw dropping moment where I was like, "Uh, you did?" Sure, I'd gotten emails and Facebook posts saying the same thing, but I'll tell you something it's just not the same as that face to face meeting. Some people might say it's an ego trip, and yes, you'd be right. It is. But, at the same time, I'll tell you, that sometimes that ego stroking is needed.

Writing is hard work. Writing can be lonely. Often times, friend and family around us don't grasp what we do. Especially for those of us who write romance ("You write what?!") But readers get what we do. Readers appreciate the fact we plop our butts in to a chair X amount of hours a week, typing until our hands cramp or our legs go numb. They'll tell you they loved Hero Z and how he made them swoon. They'll gush over the romance of Book Y, or they'll laugh again as they tell you their favorite part in Book C. It's incredible to be able to share a moment with people who know our worlds, who know our characters.

And then, there's meeting other authors, people just like me who worry about market trends. Who wonder if their next story will sink or soar. Who fear writer's block. All of a sudden you start talking, and you realize you're not alone in your doubts and tribulations. You can talk shop with someone who doesn't get a blank look in their eyes wondering what you mean when you talk about those damned commas, or how your epub failed authentication.

Conferences refresh me. I laugh. I talk. I play games. I lose my voice. And yes, it does cost me financially, but I need them I've discovered. I need that time away from my desk meeting like minded people and having a blast doing it. I need that feel good moment with readers. I need that bonding moment with my peers. I need a break. And this is why I'm organizing a conference. To give other authors and readers, this time north of the border, a chance to experience the same thing.

I hope you'll join me, and the others who've signed on next April. Come talk and play with us. I'd love to meet you. But I warn you, if you do come, prepare for cheek cracking smiles, awesome memories and a bag full of gifts!And authors, don't be surprised if you go home with an extra skip in your steps, and a muse all revved up and ready to go.
Cover Puzzles. It's a game I plan to play with readers, and the best part? You get to keep them after we play.
This is an example of some of the swag, I've given out at conferences. Awesome, eh?
I love meeting fans and getting goofy with them lol.
More swag. Did I mention you won't go home empty handed?
Meeting that fan you've been talking with on Facebook for years? Awesome!
Interacting with other authors who understand your dilemma when it comes to creating believable shapeshifters? Fabulous. (PS, that's Milly Taiden!)
So I don't know if I've convinced your or not to come to Romancing the Capital, but just in case you're thinking of it, check it out.

Monday, July 7, 2014

FREE - Enchanted Submission


My raunchy fairytale, Enchanted Submission is FREE on Amazon UK and iTunes - go grab your copy and if you enjoy please leave a review.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Scored by Lily Harlem

Got World Cup Fever? Fancy a soccer hunk of your own to enjoy for a few hours? Why not pick up a copy of my novel Scored…


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. 


Scored has 26 5* Amazon reviews (USA and UK combined)

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Knowing Her Place- OUT NOW!

I'm thrilled to announce that the e-version of Knowing Her Place is out NOW!!!

The release of my latest novel, Knowing Her Place, brings with it the conclusion of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, and so I am saying goodbye to my heroine, Miss Jess Sanders.



It feels like the end of an era- and I’ll be honest, I have mixed feelings as I shout out the release of this novel.

I’m yelling (internally- or I’ll get funny looks from the people sat around me in the cafĂ© right now) YIPPEE- because it is an incredible feeling to get any story out into the world- but a complete trilogy!! I never thought I’d be asked to write one- and I’m over the moon that it has happened!!
But I’m also a little sad. Miss Jess Sanders, Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah and the rest of the Fables staff have been part of my life since Book 1 came out in 2011- and I’m going to miss them!

From the original stand alone novel, The Perfect Submissive, which is set in a most unusual hotel on the outskirts of Oxford, to the remote Scottish castle known as The Retreat, Jess Sanders is taken on a journey- both physically, emotionally and psychologically, as she tries to work out where it is she really belongs...

Blurb-
With her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford.
Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, its owner David Proctor isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task, will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck.
With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. With no idea what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.
To the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.

Although Knowing Her Place can be read as a standalone novel, I recommend reading The Perfect Submissive, and The Retreat first to get the most out of Jess’s extremely kinky adventures!!

The Per Sub- new ropeThe Retreat- New rope

You can buy all the books in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy from Amazon and all good e-retailers. (Paperback version of Knowing Her Place coming soon!)

The Perfect Submissive
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358716163&sr=8-1
Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358717314&sr=1-1&keywords=perfect+submissive

The Retreat
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-ebook/dp/B00FKYCY5U/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1380789873&sr=8-2&keywords=the+retreat+kay+jaybee
Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-ebook/dp/B00FKYCY5U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1380791878&sr=1-1&keywords=the+retreat+kay+jaybee

Knowing Her Place
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Knowing-Place-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00KI0I8XS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1400826557&sr=8-1&keywords=knowing+her+place+kay+jaybee
Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Knowing-Place-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00KI0I8XS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1400826765&sr=8-1&keywords=knowing+her+place+kay+jaybee
 
 
Happy reading
Kay x

Wednesday, May 14, 2014


Making Him Wait- A Tale of Denial, Discipline & Reward

By Kay Jaybee

Making Him Wait (published by Sweetmeats Press) is a full length erotic BDSM romance novel. As with my other novels (The Perfect Submissive Trilogy and The Voyeur), Making Him Wait contains plenty of high kink and elements of BDSM, but unlike my previous tales, this story, rather than centring around submissive survival and erotic challenges, is based around the concept of self-control.


Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.
But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?

The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!

The elements of self control have always fascinated me. I wanted to write a story that encapsulated and revolved around that trait when entwined with sexual denial, but it took me a long time to come up with a believable scenario in which someone would be willing to ignore or suppress the physical satisfaction they craved from a particular person.

The answer came to me when watching an artist friend of mine painting a picture. She was 100% absorbed in what she was doing, noticing neither lunch time, nor the ring of the phone or front doorbell. I began to wonder how someone who likes to play power games, and who is suddenly confronted with the best artistic challenge of her life (her very first gallery exhibition), and a promising romantic partner at the same time, would cope. Who would get her attention- the man or the art?
My leading lady in Making Him Wait is the artist Maddie Templeton, and her hopeful admirer is Theo Hunter, an electrician who, after a visit to her studio to fix new lights, becomes fascinated by her apparent indifference to the extreme images of eroticism which constantly surround her.
As a writer my challenge then became- if Maddie decides she wants the best of both worlds, - how do I find a way for Maddie to keep Theo interested while all her energy is centred on her art? The answer? Texts!
Ever since the introduction of mobiles (or cell phones) into our lives, texting has become a way of life. Erotic stories involving text sex were bound to follow in the wake of this phenomenon as, let’s face it; text sex can be very arousing. 

I have written a number of stories that have included texts, such as Perks of the Job (Tricks For Kicks, Xcite) and Not Her Type (1001NightsPress). It was so much fun to add this dimension of communication to my tales, that it seemed obvious to make texted conversations an integral part of  Making Him Wait.

Here’s an extract from Chapter One to whet the appetite!

Theo: Tell me where u are

Theo: Tell me what u are wearing

Theo: I bet ur fucking someone

Theo: Who is it? Who are u fucking?

Theo: I can see u in my mind – ur hair is in a ponytail isn’t it?

Maddie had deliberately turned her phone to silent as she’d pushed her overfull supermarket trolley around the packed store. Sitting in her car now, she couldn’t help but smile as she read the five messages while running a hand along her ponytail. She knew Theo couldn’t actually see her. He’d be fixing up new lighting in someone’s house somewhere. But her favourite electrician didn’t seem to have the ability to consider her other than in a sexual situation.

“I do have to eat like everyone else, Theo!” Maddie spoke to herself and the steering wheel before tucking the phone away without answering his list of texts and heading back to her home-based studio to get ready for work.

An hour later, dressed in the attire she’d been requested to wear by that day’s model – a black pleated mini-skirt, a long baggy shirt and absolutely nothing else – Maddie sat at her cluttered desk to read the handwritten notes she’d made after Sara’s last session.

Issues involving going commando

Has a partner (Jake) who wishes her to live out erotic fantasy scenarios for him

She wants to oblige, but lacks the nerve

Sara’s compromise is to have a picture of herself going commando – she hopes it will give her confidence

Almost there – just need her to be brave enough to uncover her pussy for me to draw

Working with Sara had been slow progress at first. Now, three sessions in, at least she was happy to walk to the studio in trousers or leggings without wearing underwear. Maddie wondered if Sara would hold her nerve today and wear her partner’s favourite skirt with nothing beneath, as they’d arranged during their last meeting.

Relaxing back in her chair while she waited for Sara’s knock at the door, Maddie picked up her mobile and sent Theo the reply she had no doubt he would be waiting for.

Maddie: I’m waiting for a client. She is beautiful. U would love her.

His response came almost instantly and Maddie grinned as she imagined his workman’s hands diving towards his phone as her message reached him.

Theo: What’s her name?

Maddie: Now now honey – client confidentiality...

Theo: Spoil sport

Maddie: Ur dick hard for me?

Theo: Yes

Maddie: Good boy. U out on the road?

Theo: Yes

Maddie checked the time. Sara was never late. In fact it was rare for her not to be at least ten minutes early. That meant she had approximately five minutes before Sara’s arrival in which to play with Theo.

Maddie: I am going commando. I want u to do the same.

Theo: Fuck woman, I’m on my way to a customer!

Maddie: Park the van and take ur boxers off.

The pause before Theo’s reply confirmed for Maddie that he was doing exactly what she told him to. When his text did come through, it seemed almost as breathless as she guessed he was.

Theo: Done. Now what? Tell me!

Maddie: Sorry honey – got to get to work – think of me fingering my client’s pussy – then later u may masturbate.

Theo: What!? U can’t say that and then go!

Maddie: I can. No playing until I say so.

The moment she’d pressed the send button on her last text, Maddie threw her mobile carelessly onto the desk. She knew Theo would reply, but he’d have to wait. For now she had work to do. The double ring of the doorbell told her Sara had arrived.

As arranged, Sara had dressed just as Maddie had, including the similarly styled short, pleated skirt that she had declared to be Jake’s favourite. One glance at her backside however, told Maddie that her client’s underwear was still firmly in place.

Careful not to make Sara feel ill at ease, Maddie said nothing about her model’s overdressing and gestured towards the stairs. “Come through, we’ll get you more comfortable.”

The nervous yet happy energy that was radiating from every pore of Sara’s skin was a familiar condition to Maddie. Nearly all her visitors had the same excited yet apprehensive aura about them. Only when that apprehension had been replaced entirely with excitement, did Maddie consider them ready to be properly painted. Otherwise there was no way she could capture the essence of their sexuality on canvas.

Sara risked an anxious smile as she walked up the narrow stairway that separated Maddie’s living quarters from her office-cum-studio – a studio which held everything that might come in useful. There was a double bed, a battered yet comfortable sofa, and a multitude of different chairs, so her clients could choose where they wanted to be while they posed for a portrait. As well as the furniture, there were stacks of discarded empty frames and potential props, a battered metal trolley holding Maddie’s artistic supplies, as well as a kettle, toaster and small sink where she cleaned her brushes.

Next to the bed stood an old-fashioned chest of drawers. Unbeknown to many of her customers, its three drawers contained every instrument of domination and submission imaginable – from tubes of lube, condoms, countless packs of batteries, dildos, whips, paddles, vibes, ropes, blindfolds and gags. Thus, Maddie was always prepared for any request from her clientele.

Ignoring the flashing light on her muted mobile, telling her she did indeed have more messages from Theo, Maddie addressed her companion. “So, Sara, how have things been for you this week?”

“Okay, thanks. Jake is really pleased I’m for doing this for him.” The smile that wasn’t quite as shy as it had been in previous weeks became wider as it spread over Sara’s neat asiatic features.

“And so he should be. Hundreds of women say they’ll carry out their partner’s fantasies. Very few ever actually have the will or courage to go through with their promises. I have always thought that, if you make a promise, then you must do whatever it was you agreed to. Even if it takes some time to fulfil your oath.”

Sara knew Maddie was probably right, but she refrained from comment as Maddie placed the large canvas that held her work-in-progress onto the easel.

The artist let Sara nervously pace the room while she selected the handful of chalk pastels she’d need to finish the basic design of her work. With the background and outline of the picture already complete, Maddie could go no further until Sara was comfortable enough to show the feminine folds hidden under the black knickers she wore.

While Sara fiddled with the high wooden bar stool she would be leaning over once the session began, Maddie ran a critical eye over the canvas. She’d chosen pastels instead of oils or charcoal to best capture the mocha lustre to Sara’s skin. Some blocks of colour were already filled in – her subject’s jet-black hair shone from the page and the crisp white of her long t-shirt, rucked up at the waist, contrasted perfectly with the beauty and lustre of her flesh. The artist reached out a finger and ran it over her representation of Sara’s toned thighs and legs, and the varnished wood of the stool over which she was bent. All that remained was the gap in the middle of the canvas. A space that Maddie fully intended to sketch today.

It was a shame, Maddie thought as she nodded encouragingly to Sara, who was gesturing towards the CD player in the corner of the room, that she was drawing her client’s back view. Consequently, the girl’s exotically feline, emerald eyes, which suited her perfectly and yet somehow seemed startlingly at odds with her skin tone, would be missing from the finished scene.

Once Sara had chosen some light, almost ethereal, music to play softly in the background, Maddie took charge. “Would you like to remind yourself of what we’ve produced so far?”

Standing next to each other before the canvas, the blankness in the middle of the nearly-finished piece virtually screamed out loud. Tentatively, knowing the importance of keeping her model relaxed, Maddie reached out and took Sara’s hand in her own. “If this is going to be completed in time for Jake’s birthday, then I have to draw the rest of you today, honey.”

Sara tightened her grip on Maddie’s hand, the pulse in her wrist hammering against the artist’s. “I know. I haven’t stopped thinking about what I have to do since I was here last week.”

Gently taking Sara’s arm, Maddie manoeuvred her to stand directly in front of the stool. Taking a pace closer, so that her chest was pressed against Sara’s back, Maddie wrapped her arms protectively around the younger woman’s waist.

“It isn’t that scary, honey All you have to do is take off those panties and lean over this stool just the same way you did during the last three sessions. In only half an hour, I will have all I require to complete the picture, which I can do once you’ve gone. I can make it even quicker for you if you allow me to take a couple of photos.”

Sara said nothing for a moment, secretly relishing the heat of the curvaceous body behind her. “I know but, well…what if you don’t like what you see? What if I’m ugly down there?”

This was a fear that Maddie had heard many times before. She neither laughed, nor scoffed, nor judged. As an erotic artist, this was something she came up against a lot. Everyone seemed to be afraid that they might be abnormal or insufficient in some way, be they male or female.

“Honey, I have seen all sorts in this studio. Trust me. I am sure you are exquisite. Jake loves you down there doesn’t he?”

Sara blushed coyly as she remembered the countless times her man had worshipped her with his tongue from between her spread legs. “He certainly seems to.”

“There you go then.” Maddie took hold of Sara’s shoulders and firmly but gently turned her so that they were face to face. “I am happy to do what I suggested last week, if you think it would help.”

Sara dipped her eyes to Maddie’s skirt. She knew without asking that there would be no knickers under its short pleats.

The air of eroticism that was a permanent feature of Maddie’s studio took on a sharper tang, as if it was now something solid that could be grasped. Sara had been thinking about Maddie as much as she’d been thinking about the prospect of having to reveal her pussy, and she was afraid of giving herself away. She knew that if Maddie looked at her pussy, she would see how it glistened – wet with the hope that the artist’s slender fingers would touch her.

Realising Sara was lost in her own thoughts, and fairly confident those thoughts concerned sex with her, Maddie adopted a firmer tone. “You do want to get this done for Jake, don’t you? If you have changed your mind about going commando, then I have to know now so we can change things.”

Visibly pulling herself together, Sara took a deep breath. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. Jake will love it – I just have stage fright, that’s all.” She forced herself to raise her eyes to meet Maddie’s and, with her chest tightening, said, “And yes, if you are still up for it, then the plan we agreed last week would be good.”

“Excellent.” Maddie stood up straight and dropped her hands from Sara’s shoulders. “Well, as you can see, I am wearing similar clothes to your own, as discussed. I, however, have gone commando. You, I can see, have not. I understand that it isn’t exactly nice weather out there today, which is presumably why you didn’t walk here panty free?”

Both women knew that the fact it was unseasonably cold for a summer’s day was not the reason that Sara had failed to leave off her undergarments. But Sara was grateful for being given the opportunity to blame the dull drizzle for her last minute failing of nerve before she’d left home.

“Exactly. I didn’t want to catch a cold.”

Keeping up the pretence, Maddie picked up the high, pine barstool Sara was to lean over and put it exactly where it had been positioned during the other three sittings. “Well then, if you take off those undies and stand by the stool we’ll crack on?”

Sara’s hands shook as she edged down her knickers, trying not to notice that the fabric was rather damper than it should have been as she slid them to the floor.

Once the small scrap of black material was placed gingerly on the end of the bed, Sara walked to the stool and hovered uncertainly, wondering if Maddie really was going to do as she’d promised last week or if, now she’d gotten her model this far, she wouldn’t feel the need to keep her side of the bargain.

Maddie picked up her mobile. “Do excuse me for a second, Sara. I must answer these two messages before we start.”

Theo had been getting impatient...

Theo: What are u doing?

Theo: I have work too woman – and I can’t concentrate with this bloody hard on! For fucks sake Maddie – tell me what u are doing right now!

Maddie smiled as she typed.

Maddie: I’m about to calm a nervous client by showing her my pussy...

****

Poor Theo is going to have to learn to be a very patient young man!

I hope you enjoyed that!

If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available as a paperback or e-book from Amazon UK, Amazon .com, Sweetmeats Press, and all good retailers.
Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Making-Him-Wait-Kay-Jaybee/dp/190918117X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1352239259&sr=8-1
 
 
 

Bio-


Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite, 2012-14), and the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), and The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), (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 Christmas Kink, (KDP, 2013), 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 80 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
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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk 

 

Monday, May 12, 2014

Contest!


Oh lookie look! Giveaway of paperback copies of Sexy Just Walked Into Town - head on over to Goodreads and enter the contest! Gotta be in it to win it!

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Increased Availability from Lily Harlem

Yes, that's right, some of my novels which have previously only been available on Amazon are now available for purchase on Barnes and NobleKobo, iBooks and All Romance eBooks. Here are the details.



What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.






Soul-aching desire was just the beginning!

If the road to Heaven starts in Hell then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.

I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even as our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy as one. Because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.

Emotions tangled with bliss, and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.







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.






Stories for When the Sun Goes Down is a compilation of 10 erotic and romantic stories by multi-published, award-winning author Lily Harlem. They're perfect for snuggling up in bed with on a cold winter night, sizzling from your ereader on the beach, or even better, reading aloud to a lover to get the sultry mood just right for an evening of fun.

Contents
Madam President
The Champagne Whore
Shy Bird
The Actress
Making Shapes
I Promise to Please
I Promise to Surrender
I Promise to Perform
A Classic Wedding Night
Stable Manners

Please note most stories have been previously published in a variety of US and UK anthologies. 





Because these four books are recently uploaded to these vendors they have few or no reviews. So if you have enjoyed any of these stories and feel like doing a little writing yourself, a rating or review would be hugely appreciated so other readers have an idea of what they are purchasing. Many thanks.

Lily x