Today's guest is the always charming, Queen of first-person erotic romance Lily Harlem! You're going to love this. She's sharing her new super sexy trilogy co-written with Natalie Dae, and guess what? A lucky commenter is going to win book one in this must read series. Yes we're giving away "The Virgin" today today, so be sure to leave your email address.
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Sexy as Hell
Trilogy -
The Virgin,
The Player and The Vixen
By Harlem Dae
by Lily Harlem
Thanks so much for inviting
me to Seven Sexy Scribes today, it’s wonderful to be here. I’m in a whirlwind
of excitement about the release of my first trilogy, co written with Natalie
Dae and published under the name Harlem Dae.
Some might think that
co-authoring a short story would be hard, a novel near impossible and a
trilogy, flirting with 300k words, a feat that defies belief, but for Natalie
and I it is a complete blast. We bounce ideas and characters around, let them
go their own way, and for me, when I get a chunk of writing back from Natalie I
am beside myself with excitement to see what’s happening next. I drop what I’m
doing to secret myself away and read her bit. It never fails to delight me!
Naturally neither of us are
precious about our words and have no qualms saying to the other ‘I don’t like
that bit’ or ‘dodgy word choice!’ if we were, then writing together wouldn’t
work, we’d be drawing guns at dawn, noon and dusk. So instead we look at it as
an adventure, fun, and as Nat said to me at the beginning ‘there are plenty
more words where they came from, hit delete if it doesn’t compliment the
story’, so we do, frequently.
Our first book together
That Filthy Book was a great success and
has swept the board with 5* reviews including “Every woman should read this
book” we then went on to be published by HarperCollins with Anything for Him a book that’s proven to be a bit like
Marmite, readers either love it or hate it! I guess that’s because the female
lead, Hannah, is on the edge of sanity, her obsession with the rough and ready
Luiz takes her to extremes and her behavior at times is whacky. But hey,
haven’t we all been whacky in love at least once?
Extreme is a bit of a theme
in our books, I guess it’s because when you’re working with another author,
especially one as talented as Natalie Dae, then you feel as if you have a
safety net, a person who ‘gets it’ to fire things at and see if they work. So
for me, co-authoring is one of the highlights of my writing career, I adore it,
it’s a rush to be able to share characters, not know entirely where their story
will take you, and then of course celebrate together on release day.
Sexy as Hell
Sexy as Hell is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into
the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission,
sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting
journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every
carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist
and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his
sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but
then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It
seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers
peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a
revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is
both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make
lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to
for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers
for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that
will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her
virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures,
the trilogy must be read in order.
About the Authors
Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae have been writing together for
several years on top of their individual author projects. Their joint name is
now Harlem Dae. They enjoy being represented by traditional houses including
HarperCollins and Total-E- Bound as well self-publishing their sexy stories on
Amazon. Both live in the UK and gain great satisfaction from bouncing
characters and their raunchy antics back and forth, growing, nurturing and
stoking plot lines until they steam off the page and push boundaries. They
consider themselves to be solitary, whacky, spontaneous and desirous for many
things including perfection and are frequently caught sending messages back and
forth referring to each other as Rodney and Delboy.
About the Sexy
as Hell Novels
The Virgin – Book #1
London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of
depraved new desires.
My journey to Hell started
with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid
devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one
touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull.
Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen
who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.
She wanted to take me to
deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on
the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with
debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents
into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she promised each
night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come
alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to
learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no
match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her
that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and
if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take
‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.
The Player – Book #2
Tuscany – New lovers, new lessons and an eruption of
uncontrollable lust.
The real world was working
for me, its pastel shades and straight-and-narrow route a familiar path to
tread. It suited me, this normality; it was good for me too. Or so I thought,
because the new light in my life, Catherine, was not quite fulfilling my needs.
Her lack of colour, the weak whispers of her kisses were not touching my soul the
way I’d become accustomed to. I needed more.
More of everything in my
darkly addictive rainbow; the wicked wantonness of sin, the depraved pleasure
of seedy seduction and the prism of delight I took in being struck…and of doing
the striking. I missed the fireworks, the brilliant displays of Technicolor
ecstasy that strung me out and bared me to my bones. I wanted to go there
again, and take Catherine, too, see if I could have that pyrotechnic display
with her. Did she have a riot of vibrant shades beneath her skin or was she
magnolia to the core?
My teacher, Zara, told me I
could discover her palette. That all I needed to do was show Catherine my
world, my new world, the one I’d never inhabited alone. Zara couldn’t come with
me this time, she had a new student now. I was on my own, it was down to me. Or
was it?
It seemed my teacher had
other ideas after all, and when she sashayed back into my life with her rules
and murmurs of encouragement, I had no choice but to listen to her, take her
advice, follow her lead, even though I knew nothing ever ended well with her.
But resistance was futile, my protests fell on deaf ears. But that suited my
plans, didn’t it?
The Vixen – Book #3
Venice – Two people, a shed load of baggage and a way forward
that takes extreme to new limits.
In an explosion of clarity,
the mist cleared and I understood what my lascivious teacher, Zara, really was
beneath the surface. I couldn’t see her beautiful core. Like a dank fog warning
off poor unfortunates who wandered her way, she wouldn’t let the darkness lift,
refused to light the way. But she gave me a key. It was small, stiff, and I was
afraid of what I’d find if I turned it. But I did. I couldn’t resist. She did
that to me.
In a tumble of truths, I
understood her bleak voids and why she filled them with sharp slicing reds and
hostile bruising purples. What had happened, what they’d done had bled her of
colour and created a woman who needed so much more and always would—for all of
time. But I could give her back that vibrancy, I was sure I could; my colours
complimented hers and I had plenty of them. My needs could switch to take her
to those grey places she needed to visit again in order to obliterate the
memories that caused her pain. In the space they’d occupied, I’d create a pile
of shimmering, perfectly cut-diamond memories, a rainbow cloud of sugar mist to
replace that dankness. I could do it; I would help her become more beautiful
than anything I’d seen before.
And within that new,
delicate ‘thing’ was us. Victor and Zara. Unconventional, extreme, romantic, we
spanned every shimmering stroke of the rainbow and all the coal-black shadows
on the way down to Hell. But together we could fight demons. I would be her
knight in shining armour even if it pushed me to the very limits of what I ever
believed I could do to a woman. And what thrilled me, was if I bared my soul,
found the courage to be a monster as well as an angel, I had a very real chance
of making her mine—or did I? Because the only thing predictable about Zara, was
that she was completely unpredictable.
Sexy as Hell Magazine
Buy Links
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UK
Author Links
Harlem
Dae website http://www.harlemdae.com
Excerpt from The Virgin
I sighed then
sipped my coffee, wondering what on earth was the matter with me. Perhaps this
game with Victor was dragging me down. If that was the case, I couldn’t wait
for it to be over. I stared into space, working out what to show him next.
There were the Swedes—mustn’t forget those—but maybe they’d be better off left
for the finale. God, that would give him a last visual to remember his time
with me by. I could only hope he learned from what I was teaching him and
didn’t file it in the back of his mind. What a waste if he didn’t use it with
future women, either as a sub or having a go at domination himself. When he’d
got going last night he’d given off an unstoppable energy. It was muted
assertiveness yes, but I was pretty sure it was there.
Bile rose into
my throat.
Was I coming down
with something? That would be all I’d need, being sick smack bang in the middle
of a bet. I breathed deeply, waiting for a slash of nausea to strike, but
nothing came. Maybe the milk in the coffee wasn’t as fresh as it could be. I
shrugged, once again studying the men in the coffee shop. One of them,
nice-looking and hair much like Victor’s, greying a bit at the temples but not
quite as long at the back as his, was typing steadfastly on his laptop. I
wondered what he did for a living that meant he spent his coffee break working.
Or perhaps he wasn’t working at all. He might well be firing off saucy emails
to a woman who read them while frigging her clit. Would Victor be up for
something like that?
I wasn’t about
to wait to find out. I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. Having
stored his email address in my mind, I tapped the icon for my mail app and
typed it in, taking a moment to think on what to put. In the subject line I
typed CAN YOU WALK PROPERLY TODAY? then
proceeded with the main entry.
Dear Mr
Doesn’t-Know-It-All-But-Knows-A-Bit-More-Than-Before,
I hope this email finds you in good spirits. How is
your arse? Sore? I imagine it is. Mine isn’t, just in case you were wondering.
I have a blissful kind of ache going on down there, and every time I move I
think of you with your cock inside me. I have to admit, I’m wondering how that
cock would feel in my cunt again, but we have plenty of time for me to find
out, don’t we?
Now, about tonight. I doubt your back hole is up for
any more invasions just yet, so I thought us watching a performance might be
the best way to go. There’s an act you haven’t seen yet—The Harlequin; you’ll
see why when you get there—and it will show you a thing or two.
8 o’clock sharp at Eden Street. If you don’t turn up
this time…well, it’d be pointless if you didn’t. You know damn well I’ll only
come and find you and do what I have in mind anyway. And you’ll enjoy it, I
promise.
By the way, I’m enjoying a lovely coffee. Isn’t it
about time you took a break?
Mistress Z
I smiled as I
hit SEND, imagining his mail alarm tinkling, him opening his email browser
thinking it was a client or one of his staff, only to find little old me had
barged into his inbox. I wanted to barge into his inbox for real, but like I’d
said to him, I didn’t think his arse could take another invasion so soon.
I sipped and
gazed around while waiting for his response. If he didn’t send one immediately,
then that was all right. He might be busy drawing or in a meeting or something.
I hoped he wasn’t—hoped he was at his desk, bored and waiting for a decent
distraction. Did he ever get bored at work, what with all those important
projects to be getting on with?
My phone gave a
solitary blip, and I looked down to see a number one in the corner of my mail
icon. Excited, and wanting to laugh so loud it made people stare, I opened my
mail.
Dear Mistress Z,
You are so naughty, emailing me like this. What did I
tell you last night? I’m a busy man—too busy to be having filthy email
conversations with you. Too busy to take a bloody break.
Yes, I’ll be at Eden Street at 8, not because you
ordered me there but because I want to see The Harlequin. I enjoy a good
show—perhaps you’d like me to take you to one of my kind some day? And yes, my
arse is sore, thank you very much.
Mr Won’t-Take-Any-More-Orders-For-The-Rest-Of-The-Day
Ha! So he
wasn’t so busy that he didn’t have time to respond. And as for not taking any
more orders…he’d be taking them tonight.
Dear Mr
I’m-Too-Busy-For-My-Mistress-Who-Likes-To-Put-Things-Up-My-Arse,
Thank you so much for your prompt response, despite
being a very busy man. I appreciate you finding the time to squeeze me into
your hectic schedule. I should be flattered. However, there’s always time for a
bit of slap and tickle, and I aim to show you that all work and no play might
make Victor a very dull man. And it had made you dull, hadn’t it? Admit it.
When was the last time you had fun before you met me? Lighten up a little.
If you have a client sitting opposite your desk—and I
can’t imagine you being so rude as to write filth to me if you did; again, not
enough balls—or you have someone in your office, or perhaps you’re in someone
else’s office and answering mail on your phone, just imagine what they’d think
if they knew what we were talking about. Don’t you think it makes for an
interesting deviance from your usual boring day? What a secret to have, sending
raunchy messages to a woman when no one else knows.
What a secret to have when a woman emails you saying
she’d like nothing more than to pay you a visit, yank down your trousers, and
stuff your very hard cock into her mouth.
And you are hard, aren’t you?
Mistress Z
I sent the
message and smiled. I was skating on thin ice here, risking annoying him or
getting him so exasperated that the next response from him might not be so
kind. Still, it was passing the time, and I could imagine him now, reading my
message with a too-hard cock and no way to relieve it unless he visited the
bathroom and took himself in hand. If he was in a meeting, all the better. A
stiffy when sitting at a conference table could only make him want to see me
tonight all the more.
My alert
pinged.
Dear
Mistress-Z-Who-Is-So-Infuriating-She-Makes-Me-Want-To-Scream,
I’m alone in my office, trying to work, and no, that
doesn’t mean you can send me more of your dirty little messages. I really do
need to get along here, and it’s all very well saying I should have secrets and
should enjoy all this email sex malarkey—and I am in a way, I just wish you
hadn’t chosen today to do it—but I have deadlines.
I don’t want to brush you off, believe me I don’t, but
in answer to your question, yes, I’m too damn hard and it’s going to take a
while for me to stop thinking about your pert little body and concentrate on
work.
Now stop it. I mean it, just stop.
Mr Wants-To-Fuck-Around-With-You-But-Can’t
A grin a mile
wide spread across my face. That was all I’d been after, him admitting he
wanted me, giving me some assurance that he’d be at Eden Street tonight. Oh, I
knew he’d said he’d be there, but after his no-show before, I’d had to make
sure. And now I knew he wanted to fuck me, was sitting at his desk trying to
deflate his cock, I was on cloud nine.
As I was just
about to hug myself in victory, the man who looked a bit like Victor came up to
my table. I stared at him, wondering what he could want, and slid my phone back
into my bag.
“May I join
you?” he asked.
“If you like,”
I said, giving him my best I-can-hook-you-in-a-heartbeat smile. It felt wrong
on my face, stretching it painfully, and I didn’t understand why. “So,” I said,
following my usual patter, “what brings a hunk like you here?”
He grinned,
blue eyes flashing, and placed his laptop on the table. “Having the chance to
pick up a woman like you.”
Oh, someone
else who thought he should be the one to run the show. I refrained from rolling
my eyes and gave him another smile instead. Inwardly I sighed at having to go through
this again, when all I wanted was to go home and think about tonight. I didn’t
like other men encroaching on my time when I was teaching someone else.
So why were you here the other day then? The day
Victor dropped in and caught you looking at other men?
I frowned. All
right, so I was a hypocrite. I’d have to be honest with myself—this man wasn’t
floating my boat, no matter how similar to Victor he was. No matter how
attractive he was.
“I’m not here
to be picked up,” I said. “I’m…well, I’m seeing someone.”
I stood and
grabbed my bag, slinging the strap over my shoulder and heading to the door
without looking back. I couldn’t believe I’d said that to him, had turned down
the chance at a one-night stand come the end of the month. But it was all I’d
been able to think of to get rid of him, to make my exit appear acceptable.
There was no
other reason for saying what I had at all.
The future…
Look
out for secondary characters in the trilogy, they all have their own sexy as
hell stories to tell and they’re coming soon! More details about The Star, The
Harlequin and The Mistress on the Harlem Dae website.
Here are those book links:
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Thank you Lily and best wishes to you naughty girl!
XXOO Kat
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