X-Rated
Down
and Dirty
Lily
Harlem
Genre: Contemporary Erotic
Romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: 12/1/2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-80-4
ASIN: B01N02GECX
Word Count: 21000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
This weekend, Polly and Lucan
work the kinks into their relationship.
When Polly is caught in a
compromising position with a toy and a hardcore video, she doesn't think her
husband will ever go near her again. She feels twisted, nothing like the sweet
wife he married. Little does she know, she's awakened a monster by prodding
Lucan's sexual beast and making him sit up and take notice.
Finally.
What about Lucan's needs? He's
been so busy at work that things have gotten out of his grip to the point he
can't even remember his fantasies.
During a weekend of passion and
turmoil, heat and pleasure, they vow to never drift apart again. Neither can
imagine just how far they'll go to please the other, or how well matched their
particular variety of kinks are.
Excerpt:
Polly glanced at
her watch as she stepped into the house. Good, she had plenty of time to
indulge herself before Lucan came home. She shut the door and ignored a bill
that lay on the mat.
All day she’d
steamed through her to-do list, knocking each thing off with a tick of
satisfaction. She’d even forgone lunch, choosing to eat her salad at her desk.
Her colleagues had soon taken the hint, when she’d given one-word answers to
their chatty questions, she just wasn’t in the mood.
Some solo fun
was what she needed before Lucan walked through the door. He’d toss his keys
into the ceramic bowl on the dresser in the hallway, hang his jacket in the
cupboard and then plant a chaste kiss on her cheek. She’d bet money on him
commenting on “thank goodness it’s the weekend,” then he’d put on his old Oasis
t-shirt and worn jeans, and pop a beer.
She’d cook,
they’d watch TV, then it would be their usual Friday night missionary sex
beneath the duvet. The highlight of his week, he always told her afterwards as
he pulled his boxers back on.
Trouble was,
their sex routine had become so stale if it were bread it wouldn’t be any good
for even the ducks. He tweaked her nipples, rubbed her clit for thirty seconds
and then pushed in. After that it was a predictable four minutes until he came.
Polly never did.
She’d tried to
push him onto his back so she could climb on top and get herself off,
encouraged a little oral fun with a sexy whisper, even hinted that they take a
trip to a sex shop for some toys. Her suggestions were met with a big strong
body that had only one plan for their bedroom sequence and, much to her dismay,
had fallen on deaf ears.
Maybe she hadn’t
been firm or loud enough.
For as long as
she could remember, frustration burned hotly through her veins. It was an itch
she couldn’t scratch. A longed for possession she would never afford. And she
had no idea what to do about it.
Until, that was,
a few weeks ago.
She’d been
scrawling through Facebook on her laptop when she’d seen a Gucci handbag on
sale—the GIF flashing excitedly—and clicked the link. Only it wasn’t a handbag
sale, not by a long shot. Before she knew it a porn site had filled her screen
and the wails of a woman in the throes of climax echoed around the room. She’d
been alone but still glanced about the kitchen, embarrassed at the wild cries
of release.
As she’d
watched, heat had traveled up Polly’s spine and her cheeks had flushed. She’d
squirmed on the seat and curled her toes in her fluffy pink slippers. The woman
on screen was getting a good seeing to, the black man she was with pounding
into her hard and fast. The camera angles were rude and crude, up close and
personal. A big dark cock disappeared over and over into her wet, pink pussy.
Polly had stared
wide-eyed, knowing she should turn it off. The link could be full of bugs or
viruses or whatever else infected computers. But she couldn’t, she was utterly
mesmerised.
The woman’s
breasts jiggled, the camera gave a shot of the man’s ass cheeks as he thrust
with ever-increasing speed.
Polly clenched
her internal muscles as another shout of “It’s here, oh yes, oh yes, fuck me,
fuck me harder,” rattled from her laptop speakers.
The man groaned,
deep and guttural, a sound that spoke to Polly. When had she last heard Lucan
moan like that? He seemed to hold his pleasure in, a few panting breaths, a low
rumble in his throat perhaps. Why couldn’t he let go? Allow his release to be
unharnessed and escape wild and free. It wasn’t as if they had any children to
worry about, their house was their own, they had all the privacy a married
couple needed.
Quickly Polly
dumped her work-bag on the counter. She reached into the fridge for a bottle of
Chardonnay and poured herself a large glass. Then, with her laptop under her
arm, she headed up the stairs.
The cat was on
the bed. “Tilly, come on, out you go. I don’t want an audience,” she said as
she tugged the covers.
Tilly voiced a
quick complaint then sauntered from the room. She’d likely been asleep all day
so Polly didn’t feel guilty. Her own needs were greater and they needed seeing
to.
After taking a
few more big sips of wine, she began to strip. When she was down to knickers
and bra she flicked on the shower in the en suite. She had at least an hour and
a half before Lucan came home. The traffic was always heavy on the ring road on
a Friday with everyone escaping London for the weekend. Perhaps he’d be even
later than she expected. But she couldn’t count on that, she had to presume
he’d be in at the earliest time possible.
She pulled the
curtains closed, even though it was still daylight, then shucked her underwear.
Humming a happy
tune, she twisted her hair on the top of her head and stepped into the stream
of warm water. She filled her palms with coconut scented shower gel and rubbed
it over her breasts. Her nipples spiked and she held her face to the water,
letting it tap on her eyelids and run over her lips. Her breasts were heavy and
had always been very sensitive, especially on the outer curves. She adored
having the skin there lightly brushed, stroked, caressed, because it sent a
tingle to her clit. Shame Lucan only thought it was her nipples that needed
stimulating.
Had he always
been that way?
Review:
I love books that deal with second chances in relationships and this one does a great job of showing just how easy it is to drift away, only to come back together again with even more spice and spark than the first time. What a wonderful book!
5/5
About
the Author:
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, All Romance eBooks, Totally
Bound, Pride, Evernight, and Stormy Nights Publishing. 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, Bite Mark, Shared, and Cold Nights, Hot Bodies have been blessed with
many 5* reviews.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a
trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Bestseller lists and Breathe You
In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM
novel is Dark Warriorand you can grab Part One of her series Caught on Camera
for FREE! Don’t miss HOT ICE, a popular hockey series, again first book FREE!
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!
For more information on other
books by Lily, visit her website:
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