HOT
ICE
By
Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem’s
sexy Vipers have been re-released and are available on Kindle Unlimited for the
first time.
HOT ICE is a
series of hockey-themed 7 novels, the first HIRED is only
99c/99p, and the 7th, RUSSIAN HEAT, comes with a
FREE bonus short story ROOKIE RULES. They are predominantly M/F erotic romances
with the exception of HIGH-STICKED which is M/M
and TEAMWORK which is
menage a trois. Go on…get lost in Lily’s bad boys of the ice and the women who
tame them.
Excerpt
from HIRED
“You grab the cushions,” Logan called over the noise of the flapping
shrubbery. “I’ll anchor down the parasol.”
Unlocking the door to the living area, I grabbed three pillows and
chucked them inside. I went back for the other three then tumbled in, half
shutting the door behind myself. My hair was wild, my cheeks stung and my heart
pounded as I caught my breath.
I watched Logan close the umbrella and secure the pole into place. He
glanced around, shading his eyes with his hand, checking for anything else that
might blow away, then headed my way with a train of dry, flat leaves skittering
past his feet. I opened the door wide to let him through. He stepped in, still
squinting against the dust, as I pushed the door shut with a loud click.
The world went silent. After the howling wind and the roaring sea, the
quiet of the house was acute and heavy and fell around us like a dense cloak.
Leaning back against the door, I pulled in a deep breath. “Made it,” I
gasped.
“Yeah,” he said, stepping up close—real close.
When I looked up, his cheeks were stained red, several grains of sand
hung in his long lashes and his hair was tousled and dusted with gold. “Is that
everything tied down?” I asked, trying to ignore my breasts heaving against my
halter-top.
“Well, almost everything,” he said with a decidedly carnal grin.
I flattened my palms against the cool glass door behind me. “What else
do you need to tie down?”
The right side of his mouth creased upward and he gave the tiniest of
twitches with his eyebrows. “I’d like to tie you down,” he said, his gaze
coming to rest on my mouth. “To the bed.”
My stomach knotted as excitement, anticipation and sin collided in a
delicious tangle.
“But I guess that’s moving a bit fast,” he murmured, bending his head
lower. “We only just met.”
“A bit fast for me,” I agreed, absorbing the burning heat from his body
as it radiated toward mine.
“Brooke.” He raised one hand and rested it against the wooden doorframe
by my left ear. He moved in closer still. The gorgeous spiced aftershave he
wore invaded my nostrils and settled not just on my tongue but somewhere else
deep inside me. “You remember when you walked out the water yesterday?” he
asked in a low, rumbling voice.
“Yes.” How could I forget the toe-curling embarrassment? He’d stared
silently as me as I’d ambled up the beach, trying desperately to look cool and
unflustered. I felt my cheeks warming further at the memory as my stomach
twisted.
“It was a million times better than any Bond movie.”
“It was?”
“Hell, yeah. If they had you as a Bond girl it would be my favorite
film. Not just 007, but any film ever.” His mouth slid upward in a grin. “You
just about blew my mind.”
“I did?” He’d liked what he’d seen, and I thought he’d been unimpressed
with my curvy attributes.
“Oh, yeah, my mind and other parts of my anatomy.”
He ducked his head, his lips a whisper from mine. I could almost taste
the salt on his mouth.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that would we, Logan?” I murmured.
“Wouldn’t we?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Sounds painful.” I swallowed, my throat tight.
“It’s already getting painful.” He shifted his weight to the other foot.
We were so close now my breast brushed against his chest and my nipples, which
had tightened to hard pinched peaks, scraped against him through my clothing.
I reached up to touch his jaw, his bristles catching on my fingertips.
Our gazes connected and I rose onto the balls of my feet and pressed my mouth
to his.
He opened up and took immediate control of the kiss. He tasted so
good—man and ocean, wind and sun—he tasted of everything I was missing in my
life and had been for so long. I moved my hands to his shoulders and squeezed
hard muscles through his soft cotton shirt. My tongue searched for his and
began to explore his mouth.
Logan groaned and let go of the doorframe, cradling the base of my skull
in his palm and winding his other arm around my waist. He pulled me close and
as the length of our bodies touched, right in the very center of my abdomen, he
pressed his steely erection forward. He was right, he was painfully hard.
“Damn, you taste good,” he murmured, trailing a gentle kiss across my
cheek.
I tipped my head back and let him explore the base of my ear, the angle
of my jaw and the hollow of my throat. “I taste like salt,” I said.
“You taste of the beach and flowers and coconut,” he whispered between
kisses. “Delicious.” He pulled back slightly, slipping his fingertips under the
shoulders of my cardigan and easing it down my arms. It fell to the floor and
he slid his palms back up over my elbows to the base of my neck.
Each tiny section of flesh he touched came alive with sensation and
pricked with greedy little goose bumps searching out his caress. I found his
mouth again and ran my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled
his head to mine harder. I wanted more. Much more.
He was busy, fiddling with the knot at the back of my halter-top. It was
cleverly designed with a fitted bra, it had cost a fortune but was well worth
it. I felt it slipping free and pulled back from the kiss, crossing my arm over
my chest and gripping my opposite shoulder to hold it in place.
“What’s up?” Logan asked, his eyes heavy with desire and his voice thick
with lust.
“I’m…I’m big,” I said in a rush then felt silly for saying something so
insecure and obvious.
“Me too,” he said, a provocative grin playing on his mouth.
About Lily
Harlem
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, Totally Bound, Pride, Evernight, All Romance eBooks, 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 Cold Nights,
Hot Bodies Bite Mark and Shared have been
blessed with many 5* reviews.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1
spot on Amazon Bestseller lists and Breathe
You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of
2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark
Warrior and 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!
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem
Dae - check out That
Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should
read' and is available in book stores nationwide.
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!
Check out Lily’s website for details of her other books
and her
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1 comment:
Thank you for letting my Vipers hang out with you today :)
Lily x
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