When Stephanie and Jenny go to a
Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and
games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming
encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to
Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one
another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the
bumps in the night, or will they run scared?
The car trundled up the long
driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the only sound as Stephanie and
her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at their surroundings.
Even at dusk the tree-lined
driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained parkland, spanning for acres
on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the Fiesta around a bend in the
track, they both gasped. Their destination, Wilderhope Manor, had come into
view and it was stunning. The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than
three frontages visible from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built
patterns jutted into the darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of
the manor, giving the place an appearance that was both beautiful and
Presently, the driveway opened out
into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could tell, doubled as a car
park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into a spot between two vehicles and
killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped, startled. Her girlfriend
had leaned in close, making a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.
“Are you ready to be scared out of
your wits, young lady?” Jenny rasped, wiggling her eyebrows and fingers
Stephanie shoved her playfully,
laughing. “Come on, you silly cow. It’s a murder mystery weekend, not a monster
hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or vampires involved.”
Stephanie got out of the car and
closed the door. She’d already popped open the boot and started unloading their
bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting petulantly.
“But it’s Halloween tomorrow,”
Jenny insisted. “Anything could happen. The veil between the living and dead
will be at its thinnest, and this place is meant to be swarming with ghosts.”
“If you say so, sweetheart,” she
replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny’s crazy beliefs by now. “Grab
your bags and let’s get inside. It’s cold. You got the tickets?”
Jenny nodded, brandishing her
handbag in response. Jenny picked up her overnight bag as Stephanie slammed the
boot lid before locking the car, then followed her toward the grand entrance to
* * *
A little while later, they were
installed in their room. They’d each been handed a “Welcome Pack” by the staff
member who had attended to them at Reception, which consisted of their
itinerary and instructions for the weekend.
As they unpacked, she voiced one
of the thoughts that had run through her head. “Have you ever noticed how
places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and yet, if it’s two guys,
they automatically assume they’re gay?”
“They’ll soon change their tune
when they see your outfit for tonight!” Jenny replied, grinning cheekily at
her. “It screams ‘lesbian’ with every stitch!”
“Whatever do you mean, you saucy
wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as a distinguished gentleman does not a
“True, but I wonder what it’ll do
to you? Perhaps it’ll work in reverse and turn you straight!”
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I'm going to give away a copy of DESSERT which is a spicy novella in the Ellora's Cave for Men line about the ancient Japanese tradition nyotaimori.
Nyotaimori is the name given to eating sushi from a naked woman. Often referred to as "body sushi". It's maybe not to everyone's taste but I was intrigued enough to want to find out more. Here goes...
Before service, the individual takes a bath using a special fragrance-free soap - that's good, wouldn't want perfumes interfering with the flavours - and then finishes off with a splash of cold water to chill the body down for the sushi.
To be a living sushi platter, the woman is trained to lie down for hours without moving or speaking. She (or he on occasion) must also be able to withstand the prolonged exposure to cold food, for sushi is served from fresh from the refrigerator. It is also a good idea if the body is free from excessive hair! Wouldn't want that mixed in with your tuna roll.
People have different opinions on this tradition and it has sparked the interest of the international community. Promoters say nyotaimori is a form of art. Whereas some feminists argue that it objectives women by quite literally turning their bodies into a plate. Personally I'm quite fascinated by it, not by the food so much as the woman, and why she would lay with food on her body and what it must feel like to have people plucking it from her with chopsticks and listening to the conversations going on overhead. The whole experience however is not particularly cheap, tickets for a naked sushi night may cost around US$75 though others, more elaborate and with sake and champagne, cost $250.
I was inspired by this unusual way of enjoying sushi, and it forms the first few chapters of my novella DESSERT. Of course, me being me, its not just the food that's hot and spicy and the dessert is not something that would be typically found on a restaurant menu. Although this book is written for men to read and enjoy and hopefully get hot under the collar and ready for action, there is nothing stopping ladies from reading it or even enjoying it together, in bed :-)
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.
The sushi and sashimi gradually diminished, my stomach felt full and I have to say, so did my dick. The lovely breasts shifting before me and the absolute physical control our Geisha plate had over her dainty little body could not be ignored.
“That was truly delicious,” I said, wiping my fingers on my napkin.
“I am glad you approve.”
I smiled and licked my lips. The fresh, fragrant flavors hummed gently in my mouth. I had enjoyed so many tangy essences and delicious tingles on my tongue.
The curtain drew back and with perfect swiftness waiters removed the now empty leaves from our lovely plate, exposing her slopes and curves in all their lusciousness once again.
Another glass of sake was poured and enjoyed.
“Thank you so much for accompanying me to The Geisha Plate,” Rai said. “I hope you enjoyed your meal as well as hearing all about Koni’s new products.”
“Very much,” I said, my head a little muzzy from the strong rice wine. “I will certainly be interested in contracting stock for both national and international stores.”
Rai grinned, balling his rosy cheeks into two apples. That news and the wine had made him flushed too. I was pleased—it made me feel less inept at handling my drink.
“I hope you won’t mind,” Rai said, “if I leave you to enjoy dessert alone. Jun will be waiting up for me. Naturally Koni will be picking up the evening’s bill so have whatever you fancy.”
Dessert? Despite the small morsels of sushi, I’d eaten a whole big pile of the stuff. I wasn’t sure I could handle anything more to eat.
“Dessert in this restaurant is highly recommended,” Rai said, standing, his expression one of firm insistence.
I glanced at our exposed—except for the white flower over her pussy—plate. She was, as she had been throughout the entire meal, completely still, completely passive.
Rai held out his hand. I shifted upward and took it.
“Enjoy,” he said with a smile. “I will call you next week, with your permission of course, to organize contracts.”
“Absolutely, looking forward to it.” I sat back on my cushion. Perhaps something sweet before I caught a cab home would be nice. I was in no rush to get back to my bed—alone. Stretching out on cool sheets and sleeping without being disturbed by another human presence had gotten old several months ago.
Rai gave a brief bow, shifted from our booth and drew the heavy curtains up tight.
* * * * *
I poured another shot of sake, rasped my hand over my stubbled chin and sighed. Fleetingly, thoughts of our business conversation popped into my mind but before I knew it my gaze was roaming the woman before me and I was appreciating the sight. Several grains of the rice I’d spilled were still on her flesh. There was also a seaweed-like strand of nori on her right thigh, curled like a question mark. And although the scent of cooking filled the air, I could almost believe that the subtle scent of woman was also tickling my nostrils—petals, sugar and spice.
Suddenly she flicked her eyes open. I wouldn’t have noticed except that I was staring at her face when those long lashes fluttered upward.
My heart flipped in surprise and a bubble of both suppressed lust and shock popped in my belly.
She stared straight up at me with the darkest brown eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that held such richness and such depth that I could have just jumped straight in and drowned a happy man.
She poked out the tip of her tongue, pointed and pink, and swept over the scarlet lipstick at the center of her mouth.
My dick responded to the action. It had settled slightly but was instantly heading back to full hardness. I tried to will it into submission but without success. That damn tip of her tongue was just too much for the dirty side of my imagination.
She moved her arms, dainty movements, but they seemed startling after such a prolonged period of stillness. She rose, her breasts shifting from their side-sloped position to a perfect palmful of softness with heavy undersides. Her nipples stayed jutting out, like ripe cherries topping cupcakes.
“Mr. Alan,” she said in a tinkling little voice. “Are you ready for dessert?”
“I-I, er, yes…yes.” Why was I stuttering? I never stuttered.
The pale corners of her mouth tipped and the reflection of the candles sparkled in her eyes. She slid to the very edge of the table and the flower covering her pussy lips fell to the floor as well as the few remaining grains of rice and the clinging piece of nori.
Instinctively I reached for the flower, clasped the short stalk and handed it to her, at the same time wondering what she would use as modesty when she left the booth to order my dessert.
“Thank you,” she said. Her voice was almost singsong, music to my ears, a tickle to my cock.
I struggled to keep my attention on her face. For although I’d stared at her luscious body for over an hour, now that she was moving there were a whole load of other pretty curves and seductive shapes to appreciate and study. Sexual awareness simmered inside me and the effect of her proximity vibrated in my belly so hard that I was sure she’d be able to feel it in the air.
“Please rest back,” she said, nodding to the solid wall that held the bell and the row of candles. I couldn’t have rested on the wall directly behind me, it appeared made of paper with a crisscross of dark wooden struts.
I twisted and shuffled backward, the stiff fullness of my dick hindering my movements.
“I hope you enjoy your dessert as much as you have enjoyed your main course,” she said, dropping to her knees in the small gap between table and my cushion-style chair.
Her shiny raven-black hair spread over her shoulders, several strands skimming the rise of her breast, the blunt ends twirling around her nipples.
“Well, yes, I am sure I will. The food here is lovely.”
I gulped as she placed elegant hands on my knees. Her nails were long and painted pale pink. Her gaze stayed locked on mine.
What is she doing?
She smoothed her palms up my thighs. My skin was hypersensitive, I was so turned-on by her nakedness and the rubbing of the cotton on my leg. A new glut of lust shot to my cock. I glanced at the curtain, opened my mouth to speak.
“Shh,” she soothed, her eyelids drooping as though heavy with a lust that matched my own. “No one will come in.”
“Just enjoy your dessert, Mr. Alan. For you it is all part of the service at The Geisha Plate.”
Her gaze was so intense I could hardly breathe. And when the tips of her fingers brushed the bulge at my groin I did actually stop breathing. Held my breath tight as though I was about to jump into the ocean for a deep-sea dive.
She licked her lips, slowly, suggestively, smudging the red blob of lipstick at their center.
Is she going to do what I think she is?
My whole body was strumming with primal tension. My balls ached and boiled, my gut clenched. If I’d felt a little drunk before, now I was as sober as a rock. I was here in the moment, caught up in the spell she’d weaved around me.
“Relax,” she said, cupping my dick through my pants. “Relax and let me suck your penis into my mouth.”
Blowing out a breath, I balled my fists. Had I heard her right? Had she really just said she was going to suck my penis into her mouth? Maybe I wasn’t as sober as I thought and I was hearing things I wanted to hear. Because right now, the thought of her sucking my cock was the most beautiful thing I could imagine.
She tilted her head, her hair shifting on her shoulders like a river of silk. Her super-long lashes batted against her cheeks. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Mr. Alan?”
What man wouldn’t? This was a dream come true. A blowjob all part of the service.
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The lovely girls at Long and Short Reviews asked me if I'd write a free quickie for their website.
I love a quickie, so decided to pluck a character from my sexy soccer novel SCORED - Ted 'the hands' Hatton - and write a little about him. Ted, as you might have guessed, is the team's goalie and this is a short piece about his wife, home alone, missing him.
Click on the cover to head over to LASR and read GOAL!
And if you enjoy GOAL! and want more steamy soccer romance, then grab a copy of SCORED and meet the deliciously bad Lewis Tate, captain of the England football team, who stars in this full novel.
I've been busy on edits this week for the fourth book in my Hot Ice series - Teamwork. This novel is due for release on 30th November. I can't wait to unleash Raven and Todd!! Phew!!
What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body and then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty.
Todd is sex on a stick, a slice of man heaven and I want a bit of the action, preferably of the bedroom variety. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, I find my head spinning and my libido raging.
What I didn’t bargain on is these hard-training, hard-playing hockey players working as efficiently off the ice as on it when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal? Excerpt
I slept fitfully, my head full of dreams of the two men who’d kissed me the night before. When I awoke, I was hot and naked, my fingers fragrant from fretting my clit. Masturbating hadn’t served me well. Several short, sharp orgasms had done nothing to take the edge off the lust Raven’s kiss had ignited or dampen the desire at the thought of being in bed with Todd. What the hell was I doing? I’d never been attracted to two men before. I was a one-man girl. But there was something about both of them that had set a fire in my belly that refused to be dulled, even in the light of day. And as I set about having a shower and washing my hair, applying a little makeup, I had no damn idea what I was going to do about it. The small kitchen that was part of my area was out of coffee, so I headed downstairs in my underwear and robe. Raven had a stash of the good stuff in his cupboard. After putting the coffee on, I stared out of the window. It was another sunny, blue-skied day in Orlando. Not a wisp of cloud to be seen. I thought of my parents in rainy Wales. I ought to give them a call later and check on how they were. The house was quiet despite it being nearly ten. I guessed Raven was sleeping in after the late night. I wondered if he’d relieved himself the way I had, and if so, had it been any more fulfilling? The thought of him touching himself, jerking off with images of me in his head did something strange to my stomach. What was it about this intriguing man that had my libido so riled? His Native American history, his steely determination and brooding manner had clearly clicked some switch in my Welsh genetic makeup. He couldn’t be any more different to me, physically and emotionally. The way he preferred to fold in on himself was so opposed to my love of talking through problems. It was the age-old conundrum of opposites attracting, good girl goes for bad boy, not to mention the thrill of knowing someone wanted me enough to back me up against a wall and kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. There was no doubt about it, that had been the hottest kiss of my life. I sighed and thought of lovely, perfect, polite Todd. He would be here in a couple of hours. I was looking forward to spending the day with him. Perhaps I’d get to see his place tonight and if so, bed action with him might shake this ridiculous attraction I felt for Raven. And it would hardly be a chore, jumping into Todd’s bed. The guy was a slice of man heaven just waiting to be devoured, or was that let him devour me? A noise behind me jolted me from my sexy daydream. Turning, my breath caught and my head went fuzzy. Standing just inside the doorway of the kitchen were Todd and Raven. Their shoulders were almost touching, each as tall as the other, but that was were any similarity ended. Todd looked suave and sophisticated. His blond hair was carefully tousled, he wore smart navy pants, a white shirt and pale-blue tie. He held a pink gift bag decorated with an enormous bow and he was grinning broadly. Raven once again wore just his sweats. His skin, the color of a perfect, just-baked loaf, appeared shower damp and his hair was scraped back. He topped off his look with the usual scowl and drawn-down brows. Todd walked over to the table, his shiny leather shoes clacking on the floor, and set down the gift. “Morning, sugar, how did you sleep?” “Well, I…not too good actually.” “I’m sorry about that.” He stepped up to me, slotted his hand into my hair and gave me a soft kiss, right in the center of my lips. I couldn’t help but melt, and had to curl my hand around his forearm to keep my balance. Damn it, he was good. He smelled and felt marvelous, his cologne a combination of lemon and green apples, and his just-shaved chin as smooth as silk against mine. If I hadn’t been holding on, I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Sorry, I’m early. I guess I was just looking forward to seeing you,” he said quietly against my mouth. “That’s fine, but I’m not quite ready and I just need to…” I glanced around his shoulder at Raven. “I just need to do ten minutes of acupuncture on Raven before we go.” “Ah, the silent acupuncture treatment.” Todd dropped his hand from my hair and turned to face Raven. Raven’s fists clenched and his shoulders lifted toward his ears. Somewhere in my subconscious I took that as a good sign, but I was more worried about the stormy expression flitting across his face—the tight set of his jaw and the way his lips had thinned —none of it boded well. He hasn’t calmed down from last night then. “I’ve heard all about your arrangement,” Todd said to Raven with a laugh. “How you two can’t bear to speak to one another. You’re a fool. I keep telling you, lighten up.” Raven’s nose twitched and he took several ground-eating paces across the kitchen until he was face-to-face with Todd. “Fiona and I communicate just fine,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You’d do well to remember that.” Todd raised his eyebrows. Amusement sparkled in the depths of his blue irises. He didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the murderous intent oozing from Raven. Hell, I am. If they were going to kick off I had no intention of getting in the middle of all that brawn. And if Todd kept smirking at Raven then fireworks were really going to explode. Spectacularly. I stepped away but a sudden arm around my waist stopped me moving far. “Hey,” I gasped, staring up at Raven. “Let me—” Suddenly he was kissing me with the same extreme passion he had the night before. I murmured a weak, pitiful complaint and, to my shame, allowed him to take total possession. I was helpless, too far gone. Raven’s particular brand of kissing was addictive and completely irresistible. His tongue probed deep and he tipped me backward, dipping me to the floor at the same time as pulling me up against his warm skin and holding me secure in his arms. As suddenly as it started the kiss stopped. He pulled me up and looked deep into my eyes. I was breathless, breathless and turned-on and about to become a quivering mass of helpless need on the kitchen tiles. Jesus, what girl wouldn’t be? My robe had slipped open and I could feel the cool air-conditioning blowing down on my cleavage, my belly and the tops of my thighs. I welcomed it, I was feverish. “You see, Todd, no problem,” Raven said, gently pulling me completely upright but doing nothing about my exposed body. “Communication is not an issue at all. We’ve got a great system.” A seed of sense returned and hurriedly I covered myself—words, apologies, excuses tripping through my brain. “Todd, I-I’m sorry, he… I…” Todd tipped back his head and laughed. A great big guffaw. “Don’t worry about it.” He held his palms up to Raven. “I’m just glad you haven’t completely ducked out of the land of the living, buddy. I was worried about you there.” “I’m fine.” “Yeah, I can see that.” Todd pulled in a deep breath, looked at me then back to Raven. His face fell serious. “Only thing is, you’ve just kissed my date.” He lifted his eyebrows. “And I’m not sure what to do about that.” Raven folded his arms. “Your date?” “Yeah, its Phoenix and Brooke’s little one’s christening. You did get an invite. I saw it on your desk.” He paused. “But Fiona is coming with me.” Raven grunted. Todd reached out and traced the chenille collar of my robe. “If you still want to, that is?” “Yes, yes of course.” More than anything I didn’t want to ruin my chances with Todd, but it was also clear I was as trustworthy as an ice cube in the desert when it came to Raven. I glanced at Raven and he pressed his palm to my cheek, as though absorbing the blush burning there. “It’s okay,” he said in as soft a voice as I’d ever heard him use. “Don’t worry about it. Go with Todd.” My heart swelled. I didn’t want to leave him out or hurt him. “Why don’t you come too? With us.” “He will,” Todd said quickly. “He can catch up with everyone. Show them all he’s still alive and kicking.” “Will you?” I asked. “Yeah.” He leaned forward. “If you want me to.” His breath breezed across my cheek, or was it Todd’s? He was right next to me too, stroking down my neck, across to my shoulder. His aftershave was mixing with the raw, male smell of Raven—black pepper, soap and sex. A white-hot shiver ran through my body. They were both so close, circling me, surrounding me. Far from fireworks of the fisticuff type, there seemed to be sparks of arousal flashing all over the place. And it wasn’t just me. Raven’s mouth was by my ear now, his tongue just touching my lobe, his stubbled cheek against mine. “Well, since we both want you,” Todd said, brushing his lips over my mouth, “why don’t we both have you?”
Smut by the Sea, edited by the fantastic Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse has just received a great review from Sh! Women's Emporium.
I'm thrilled, this anthology is really amazing with some great authors contributing and I'm honoured to be alongside them.
This review is expecially exciting for me as my story Swashbuckling gets a special mention
"My absolute favourite story has to be Swashbuckling by Lily Harlem. Sex and pirates are always a winning combination (especially when you picture the character as Johnny Depp’s Captain Jack…oo-er!)."
You can read the full review HERE, and if you would like to get yourself to Sh! on Saturday the 27th of October, you can meet the editors themselves in a fun packed evening of nibbles and saucy readings. Not to mention K D Grace will be attending to launch her newest book, Riding the Ether.
Yes, it's that sexy, dark time of year again when we get shivers and goosebumps and a whole range of sinfully wicked things can happen!
Stockholm Surrender is a particularly naughty novel about an Australian guy desperate to save his English friend from prison in Thailand. He decides the best way to do this is to kidnap the British foreign minister's daughter and hold her ransom in order to get his friend's case noticed. What he doesn't count on is the uncontrollable attraction he and Penny will feel for one another, the lust and desire and the risks he will take for her, and that she will take for him.
I really enjoyed writing Stockholm Surrender. It all started with a free short story Stockholm Seduction. I had several readers email me asking for more of Ty and Penny, so eager to please, I let the characters talk to me again and they took me on a global tale of mystery, high jinx and some seriously sexy scenes.
Here are what reviewers are saying about Stockholm Surrender. (Oysters and Chocolate, Amazon.)
There is something about a bad boy. Especially a bad boy with a cause. Ty Winters is that sort of boy.
The premise is inspired, and one of the most unusual takes on the theme of kidnap within erotica that I’ve come across.
Even when Ty hacks off a clump of Penny’s hair to post to her father, Penny is still determined to see him again- and this is where the skill of Lily’s writing shines through. As a reader I was with Penny- you believe she wants to be with Ty even after he destroys her hair- and you can see why. As a couple- however wildly unconventional- they steam.
If you like your erotica edgy and kinky, but with the romance kept in, then Stockholm Surrender is a must read.
I absolutely adored this book! It's hot enough to melt your e-reader but it's also got a gripping and intense story. The tension between these two characters and the intense suspense kept me glued to this book. When I had to put it down, it drove me crazy until I could get back to it again. The writing is outstanding, the characters practically leap off the page, and the story is unique and compelling. I loved this one from start to finish, and when I reached the end I still didn't want it to be over.
This isn't for the fainthearted. It's erotic and has what could be a few triggers for some readers - kidnap, extortion etc - but I feel it is well handled, sexily written and unless those triggers themselves can stop you from enjoying the book most readers will find it a fun, intense read and thoroughly enjoy it. I know I did. I'm eagerly awaiting more of Ms. Harlems books!
By popular reader request, the full-length story of what happens after Stockholm Seduction. (Stockholm Seduction is included in the novel as a prologue.)
My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.
I glanced around the reading room. It was practically empty—the long, polished walnut tables unoccupied except for three fellow students buried in paving-slab-sized books, their fingers tapping away on laptops. Their heads low, they didn’t look up. Like me they’d been here for hours, lost in words.
Studying my own heap of books, I decided to call it a night. The large skylights revealed a dark November sky heavy with stars. The brass table lamps gave the silent room a shadowy, studious glow. I was hungry and my brain felt fudged.
Slipping my netbook into my rucksack, I heaved three thick criminal law books against my chest and went through the small archway leading into the enormous library. My footsteps were loud and echoed around the tall wooden rows of shelving. There was no one else around this late. My new mates were partying tonight. They’d asked me to go with them. “Let’s find some fit guys!” they’d said. But I hadn’t been up for it. I knew they were thinking they’d been dumped with a stick-in-the-mud as the fourth member of the gang in our halls of residence, but I couldn’t help it. My mind and body were stuck on Ty. Thoughts of Ty, images of Ty, memories of Ty. The fact that he was thousands of miles away didn’t seem to make any difference to my lust-addled body or my damn obsessive brain.
It was crazy. It wasn’t as though I was in love with him or anything.
I shoved the first heavy book into place between volumes one and three of Judicial Sentencing and recalled his last words. “This isn’t over... When you least expect it, Penny, when you are all alone, in the shadows, I’ll come for you and I’ll take you...again.”
I wished he would bloody well get on with it.
Heading deeper into the library past Juvenile Crime and European Union Law, I was enveloped in the room’s heavy silence. The shelves were tall, easily twice my height, and ladders had to be used to reach the top. The whole place had a timeless quality to it, the acres of pages and billions of words revered by all, including, it seemed, the atmosphere.
Reaching aisle twenty-three, I reached to slip in my last two books, side by side.
A small piece of paper caught my eye. It sat in the space between editions three and six of Tort Law. In scrawling black writing it read simply, Soon.
I spun around, belly clenching. There was no one there.
The books on the opposite shelf loomed over me. I glanced left and right. The blank white walls at either end pressed in, amplifying my aloneness.
Who had written the note?
Ty? Could it be?
Hastily I pocketed the scrap of paper, shoved the books away then stepped toward the end of the aisle. Much as I wanted to see him, there was something menacing about the way this note was written and hidden. The silence and stillness of the library suddenly seemed scary.
I’d made it three steps back toward the reading room before a gloved hand clamped over my mouth and I was pulled back against a solid chest.
“Mmph!” I managed, fear and anticipation reaching dizzying heights. I’d been grabbed like this before. Then, I’d been terrified, certain that death was about to claim me. Now terror was mixed with a perverse excitement I certainly wasn’t proud of.
“Keep it quiet,” a familiar Australian voice whispered hotly in my ear. “I’ve got more of that sleepy stuff if you want me to knock you out again.”
Instinctively I tried to shove free.
It was no good. He had me in a viselike grip.
His voice deepened. “Keep the hell still, I need to cut off a piece of you.” Cut off a piece of me! Oh fuck!
I squirmed and wriggled, terror overriding excitement and both fight and flight kicking in. Hell, I’d seen what he could do with a knife—that snake hadn’t stood a chance and I suspected neither would I.
“Shit, keep still,” he said, his voice tight and strained. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. Penny, it’s not what you think, calm down.”
I was pacified a fraction and stopped my writhing. His tight hold didn’t let up. He had one thickly corded forearm wrapped around my waist and the other held my head in the groove of his shoulder. His gloved palm was tight over my mouth and his fingertips pressed into my cheek.
The thud of his heart vibrated into my back, its speed matching my own. His chest heaved and his rapid breaths blew like a storm in my ear. Despite myself, a tremble of lust shook up my spine. I’d been thinking of him, of being in his arms, of having him take me for so many weeks and now, finally, it was happening. My traitorous body stopped fighting as desire diluted the adrenaline.
“Are you gonna keep quiet if I take my hand off your mouth?” he asked. I nodded.
I nodded again and stilled completely.
The pressure lifted. I knew I should scream and shout for help. Shit, he wanted to cut off a piece of me. This was the man who’d kidnapped me and here he was again, grabbing me.
There were at least three people in the reading room—surely they would hear a panicked yelp. Security would come running, police would be called. He would be hauled off to prison, especially when I confirmed it was he who’d taken me in Australia too.
“Penny,” he said, spinning me to face him at the same time backing me up against the opposite bookshelf. “I’m sorry that I have to do this to you.” His big hands pressed on the balls of my shoulders.
I stared into his handsome face, his full lips even more kissable than I remembered, his eyes an even denser shade of cobalt blue. He’d shaved off the fuzzy soul patch that had been beneath his bottom lip last time I’d seen him. “Do what, Ty?”
He widened his eyes. “You know my name?”
“Of course, it wasn’t hard to find you on Facebook.” He lowered his thick blond brows. “Shit!”
“I just went through all the James Hills. His profile picture is of you two together on a beach somewhere.” I paused. “And after our last encounter, you were easy to spot even with clothes on.”
“Ah, crap.” He shifted his feet and looked left and right, as if deciding which way to take off. “I didn’t even think of Facebook.”
I didn’t want him to take off anywhere. Having him pressed against me, having his body heat and divine, fresh-from-the-shower smell cocoon me was what I’d been dreaming of for so long. “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter,” I said quickly. “Only I saw you back in Oz so I gave a different description to the police. I haven’t told anyone that I know who you really are.”
“Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. His flopping blond fringe shifted over his brows. “You really did that?”
“Yes, I didn’t think you would be much use to James if you were locked up too.”
Or much use to me.
“Blimey, thanks.” He flicked his head and his hair shifted again.
I placed my hands on his chest. He wore a dark-gray t-shirt under a red-checked fleecy shirt. The t-shirt material was thin and I could make out the shape of his pectoral muscles beneath. “I thought you were still in Australia anyway.”
He slid a hand up the back of my neck, feathering his fingers through the short hair at my nape. “I had to come to England. Your father’s position as foreign secretary still makes him, and you, my best hope for getting James out.” He lowered his voice. “You are my bargaining tool, Penny, so if you’re in England it’s where I need to be.”
I swallowed as a tickle of sensation radiated from his touch, pricking the skin on my scalp and down my spine. He’d followed me to England, to Oxford. He was a serious as ever about getting James out. He was as serious as ever about me being the key.
“And I am sorry I have to do this.” He pressed his body into mine and, between one heartbeat and the next, he harnessed both my wrists in just one of his big hands, locking them down at my stomach.
A bolt of fear shot through me as he whipped out a lethal-looking knife from his back pocket. The handle appeared to be crocodile skin and the sharp blade was curved like a macabre smile. He held it up between our faces.
“Oh god, no, please, Ty,” I squeaked through the tight channel of my throat. “I want to help. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
His intense gaze captured mine. “I won’t hurt you, Penny, if you keep quiet and still. Really still.”
Shit. Why hadn’t I screamed a few minutes ago when I’d had the chance? He was crazy. A madman. I should have known. Oh, why had I been having all these delusional fantasies about him coming back for me? I was a fool, a hopeless, romantic, sex-starved fool and now I was going to die for it.
A whimper of fear escaped my lips.
“Penny,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I just need a lock of your hair.”
My eyes were filling. “My...my hair?”
“Yes, if I was a real bad guy I would take a finger or a toe to send to your father, but a lock of hair will do.” He clenched his jaw. “Now keep the hell still.”
He released my wrists and fisted a chunk of my fringe.
“Ty,” I whispered, my feet nailed to the spot.
“Shh, don’t move.” His long, lean legs trapped my thighs and his pelvis knocked into my hipbones. The shelves behind me dug into my back and the crown of my head was squashed against book spines.
I gulped as the knife slanted and glinted over my forehead. The roots of my hair complained as he tugged his fistful of fringe and sliced, unnervingly near to the roots, with the sinfully sharp blade.
“That should do,” he said, showing me a big clump of my pale-blonde hair. “And he’ll definitely know it’s your hair when he sees that.” He nodded at my head.
I raised my hand to my hairline. There was at least a two-inch square patch of soft stubble. “Oh crap,” I said with a frown.
He poked the lock of hair into a small, clear plastic bag and shoved it in his front jean pocket, then re-sheathed the knife before tucking it away. All the time his body kept pressed into mine, and as much as I was monumentally pissed about having a bald patch, the feel of him, his closeness, the sound of his breathing and the scent of his skin were like a drug to me—all I could feel was lust.
Am I crazy?
“So what now?” I asked.
His gaze harnessed mine and he cupped my cheek with his gloved palms, the wool scratchy against my skin. “Now I send that to your father, just to let him know I can still get to his precious little girl even on the other side of the world. He needs to listen to me. He needs to give James’ case attention, soon.”
“How is James?”
He frowned. “I stopped over on my way here and after a lot of paperwork and hanging around I saw him. He’s thin, thin and scared, but typical James he’s trying to be positive. Although how he’s managing it I don’t know. The place is hell on earth.”
“It must be awful.”
Ty narrowed his eyes and nibbled at his full bottom lip. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got to get him out, there’s going to be a retrial but it could go against him, there’s talk of the death sentence.”
“Shit, really? God, that’s awful. I want to help.”
He tipped his head a little nearer to mine and I traced my fingertips over the rise of his collarbones to the hollow of his throat.
“Do you really?” he asked.
“Yes, of course. I’ve brought it up with my father several times.”
“So bring it up again.” His voice was steely.
“I will, I have. Trouble is, he’s so pissed that you kidnapped me back in Oz that he flips into a blind rage whenever the subject is raised.”
“Well, he’s going to have to get over that. Maybe when he gets the message that you’re going to be taken again he’ll come to his senses.”
“Aren’t you taking me now?” He shook his head.
I shifted against him.
He didn’t budge.
“So when are you going to let me go?”
He curled his lips into a devilish smile. “In a minute.”
I swallowed and wondered what it was about that smile that sent hot fiery fingers of need speeding to every erogenous zone in my body.
“Right after I’ve done this,” he murmured.
In a sudden rush, he claimed my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. I opened up and let him in, releasing a small moan of pleasure as his arms circled my body and pulled me close. Damn, the man could kiss. His mouth communicated desire and strength, passion and danger and I lapped it up like the starving, reckless woman I was.
He chased for my tongue and we began a wild, slippery tango. As if we couldn’t get enough of each other.
I slotted my fingers into his thick hair and urged him closer.
“Ah, fuck, Penny,” he gasped, trailing supercharged kisses over my cheek. “If only...”
I tipped my neck as he explored behind my ear with his mouth, making me shiver in bliss. “If only what?” I asked breathlessly, barely controlling the delicious shudders rippling up my spine.
“If only circumstances were different.” He was exploring with his hands too, the thin material of the gloves sliding beneath my sweater, over the base of my ribs to my breasts.
I trembled as he cupped me through my bra and tweaked my nipple. “Different?” I managed. My brain was struggling to work. He did this to me, Ty, made me forget everything and all sense.
“Yeah, if only we’d met like two ordinary people.” His voice was low and husky. “Instead of this crazy situation. We could have been so hot together.”
“We are hot together.”
“Fuck, I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”
He was spooning my other breast now, holding it in his palm. The urge to pull off my top and let him have full access was overwhelming. “We did something about it last time.”
“I know, and I still feel terrible about it.”
I pushed at his shoulders and captured his gaze. “Don’t feel terrible, it was amazing.”
He stared down at me. “But it was wrong. I was holding you captive, against your will, and I ended up fucking you.”
“Only because I asked. It was hardly rape, was it?” Sweeping my hands over his shoulders, I pulled him closer again. Beneath my sweater he smoothed his hands around my back. Suddenly I was aware of a hardness jabbing into my belly—a long, thick hardness that I remembered only too well.
His nostrils flared and he sucked in a breath. He ground his erection forward.
“It was sexy and steamy,” I whispered onto his lips. “And bloody hell, I had one incredible orgasm.”
His eyes sparkled. “Yeah, I remember the cute little squeal you made when you came.” He poked out his tongue and traced the seam of my lips. “I’d quite like to hear it again sometime.”
“Here?” I curled my leg around one of his and trapped him to me, shifted against his cock. “Now?”
“Tempting, but no, not here, not now.”
He mashed his lips to mine, hard and fretful. Shoved his steely length into my belly even more firmly.
I whimpered, a combination of lust and shock. Being pinned in his embrace sent my heart rate to dangerous levels and my head went giddy. I loved the way he kissed me. No man had ever kissed me with such desperation, such urgent intensity.
“Soon,” he said, pulling away and forcing me to unfurl my limbs from his body. “Soon, Penny, but I’ve got to get some results from your father first.”
He stepped back and I stared up at him. I was panting and my skin prickled with a heated flush that had turned me feverish.
He was breathing fast too. His fists were balled at his sides, his lips shiny from our kisses. The package in his jeans was impressive and I was more than a little irritated that I wasn’t about to get up close and personal with it again.
“I’ll do my best to persuade my father,” I said breathlessly.
“Do more than your best. Make it happen, or I will be forced to take drastic action, baby .”
Then, as fast as he’d appeared he was gone, slipping around the end of the aisle so quickly I could almost have believed he’d evaporated.
My heart knocked and my pussy buzzed. The feel of his arms around me and his hard cock had reawakened so many emotions and desires. My gut clenched and my body felt weak. I clutched the side of the shelf for support and fought the urge to crumple into a heap on the floor.
Ty was the worst man in the world for me to want. He was dangerous, unpredictable and desperate. Skilled in a whole host of things that could get me into very deep trouble, not just with the law but in the broken-heart department too.
But one thing was for sure.
I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life.
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