Author/Book Spotlight - Misty Harvey's Malevolent Mind

Thank you Vicki for taking the time to share in Malevolent Mind’s cover reveal. This book has been a lot of fun for me to write and I hope in turn that readers will enjoy it as much as I have.

Hello, Readers!

Thank you for taking your time today to stop by to read about my novel and partake in the cover reveal. This novel has truly been a labor of nightmares. I mean that in the best possible way. Raven’s revenge certainly came straight from those sleep-filled nights. There are pieces that are intricately woven into the story line that I’d conjured up to terrify myself awake. Thank you again for that subconscious. Still, there was something so intriguing about the characters in this novel that I had to write their story.

After a nice talk with my editor I came to realize that there are bits of me woven into each one of them. From Heath and his childhood antics of writing stories to scare others, to Raven and her wild dreams to visit haunted places around the world. Even Kade holds parts of me as well.

As a young child my nephew and I used to write these grand tails to tell our younger siblings. We’d try to make them as scary as possible. Being the young, inventive things we were back then we weren’t going to leave anything up to chance. We would take them into the basement, in one of the backrooms and read the scary tales to them. Just as we’d get to the climatic part of the bit we were reading we’d haul our behinds through the basement, flipping off lights as quickly as possible to leave them alone down there in the dark.

While we were busy laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe our parents were right there, ready to ground us. Still, it didn’t matter how many times we did that to them they kept returning to listen to more of the story. We knew we were onto something when it even managed to scare us.

These things continued to stick with me as I grew up. I wove these stories trying to scare me and others around me. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don’t.

Still, I will continue to create these tails where I not only get to frighten others and myself, but it’ll give me a chance to delve into the psychological aspects that come with such things. I can’t wait to release more novels in the future for readers to enjoy.

I hope you will all take time to enjoy the excerpt that I’ve chosen from Malevolent Mind and will keep your eyes open for its release on March 16^th.

Malevolent Mind

Horror

Blurb:

A story so dark, twisted and unfinished has a way of driving the sanest to the brink of insanity.

Between the constant state of bullying from Heath and his friends, and the unrest of not knowing what happened to her twin, Raven seeks revenge. Years later, she becomes the nanny for Heath’s young son, Kade. She helps him start a horror story with the plan to bring the horrible creature Kade created into the real world to torment Heath and his friends. It was perfect, until everything began unraveling. When Kade’s creation no longer wishes to do Raven’s bidding, it becomes a fight for life or death. The only way to survive is to figure out how to finish off the creature before she finds her freedom. Will Kade find a way to stop the creation of his malevolent mind? Or will Raven’s revenge consume them all?

Excerpt:

Kade sat there in the middle of the room. He pulled his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. There was nothing to see now that his head cowered there in the darkness of his own lap. If tonight was the night that he’d die, he wasn’t so sure he’d want to see either of the girls coming for him.

His ears perked up. Behind him came the sound of rustling clothes. He lifted his head, unable to keep it down. It was just his imagination. That was all.

The feel of icy breath slid over the back of his neck. Each tiny hair stood at attention as the stench of decay washed over him. Was it the girl from the river or was it Zilla? Kade flipped onto his knees, the beam of the flashlight straight forward.

There, inches from his face, was Zilla. She stared at him. Her mouth was open at an angle as her tongue flicked out against the air. It was too late to run anywhere.

Death stared him right in the face. Part of him felt relief that it was only her. Of course, that was if the other one wasn’t waiting for him as well. He didn’t dare move the flashlight beam to find out. Zilla had appeared out of nowhere so who knew what would happen once the light wasn’t on her?

Kade watched as her blue-tinged hand reached up for him. She held her hand for him to take. Something told him that doing so would be the end of him. Panic gripped his insides and he knew he had moments to make the first move. If he didn’t react soon, she’d overpower him.

He swung out with the flashlight, catching her on the side of the head. Her body rolled across the floor with a sickening thud. Kade was sure that the magnum flashlight had cracked her skull. It had nearly broken his foot when he'd dropped it one time. He jumped across his bed, darting into the hallway. His gaze moved around the hall as he tried to make out anything.

The sound of her rapidly skittering toward him had him running down the hallway. He stopped at Raven’s door, trying her handle, but the door wouldn’t budge. Instead, the old wood rattled in the frame.

In a flash of lightning, he watched Zilla skitter into the hall on her hands and feet, her body parallel to the floor as she let out a sickening hiss. Half her head remained dented in from where he’d clocked her with the flashlight. It was a terrifying image to behold. The fact that she continued to chase him regardless turned his stomach.

Kade looked back only briefly before he ran. She was close on his heels. In the distance, he could just make out his father’s door. His bare feet padded against the wood flooring.

Goosebumps raced up his spine as her icy fingers wrapped around his ankle. The weight of his body hit the floor with a loud thud. His head bounced against the hard surface blurring his vision. Tears filled his eyes making it even harder to see. At least now, he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing his death coming.

The cold sensation crept up his leg, over his knee and toward his waist. He could feel the weight of her above him as she crawled up his body. Time slowed so that each second felt like eons. The stench of her undead body burned at his nostrils. Kade gagged on the smell that was so strong he could almost taste it.

He didn’t want to die. Life was too short for him. There was still so much that he wanted to do. Besides, he wasn’t sure who would take care of his father if he wasn’t there any longer. That thought rolled inside of him. He wasn’t going to go out like this, a cowering lump of fear on the floor. If she wanted to kill him, she’d have to fight a lot harder for it.

Kade grabbed her arms, rolling them over as he kicked out with both his legs. Her body smashed into the wall across from them, freeing him to run. He scrambled onto his feet, darting for his father’s room.

The bright light blinded him as he ran for it. That was it. He’d found his end and now he was headed into the light. Just as he’d read in another book. It was his time to cross over.

Misty Harvey loves writing spine-tingling horror novels sure to thrill readers. The psychology behind such tales has always been a fascination for her since she was younger. Even to the point that she once contemplated taking up psychology as a profession. Still, her love resides in the art of storytelling. An art she wishes to continue to share with readers for the rest of her days.

After climbing out of her writing cave and searching the house for the sound of the latest creak or pop, Misty can be found doing one of many things. Often times she spends the remained of her day with her amazingly supportive husband and youngest daughter. While she has two older children that are out there spreading their wings around the world, including giving her a few grandchildren.

Her favorite things to do when not writing are crafts, wrestling with her dog, avoiding her cat’s bite or generally making her husband and daughter crazy. Often times she can be found creating vivid tales with her daughter about whatever mundane thing happened in their day and turning it into a crazy story. She is also an avid gamer, crochet goddess (we shall pretend there), domestic queen, and animal tamer (it’s a work in progress).

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Point Shot Trilogy Box Set Cover Reveal & Exclusive Character Interview!

The idea to allow Victor Kalinski to host interviews on my blog came to me one day while chatting with my online sprinting friends. I’d been lamenting about being such a bad blogger and not having any ideas. One of the ladies suggested character interviews, which are sort-of fun.

“Maybe I should let Vic host the interviews,” I tossed out flippantly.

The gals loved the idea. When I presented it to Vic a few days later he gave me a quirk of a red eyebrow, an evil smile, and a nod of agreement. And to that end here we are about to unleash Victor on my other characters – and maybe even some who aren’t mine – as their new book releases approach. Forgive me. Truly, I know not what I do.

One other thing...

This is Victor Kalinski. He is/was a hockey player married to a hockey player who spends most of his time with a team of hockey players. Rude talk about sex, genitalia, and bodily functions is a given. Foul language and sarcasm are to be expected. If these things knot your knickers it’s best to leave now because Victor does not hold back. All I can do is hope that Dan being at his side will help temper his tongue a wee tiny bit. Yeah right. *hides under Rangers umbrella*

*~*~*

(Both guys are seated in very nice chairs and are fiddling with microphones just like the Game Grumps use because Victor insisted. Shout out to Arin and Danny! WE LOVE YOU! Ahem. A table rests between the chairs, on top of it is an ice bucket filled with ice and cans of Coca-Cola. Slipknot plays as mood music. V.L. sits off-stage with an umbrella open and held over her head for no reason aside from the fact that it’s a New York Rangers umbrella and toads will probably fall from the skies as punishment from the gods for setting Victor loose in blog-land.)

Victor – “Okay, see V.L. has totally lost her faculties and I do not mean she misplaced her teachers. You know that, right? She plunks me down across from an empty chair, hands me a six-pack of Coke, and tells me to be nice to the guests. If she wants nice she should have given you the gig because your nice. Me? *snorts* I’m about as nice as a pie.”

Dan- “Nice as pie? Vic, that makes no sense. Pie is nice. It’s sweet and crusty. Actually, now that I think on it, you are pie.”

Vic- “I am not sweet. I’m like rattlesnake pie.”

Dan- “You make up the dumbest stuff.”

Vic- “No, I do not Samwise. Down south they make rattlesnake pie. Truth.”

Dan- “Really?”

Vic- “Total gospel. You Canuck’s don’t know about rattlesnake pie? Toss me a Coke.” Dan chucks a cold can of soda to his husband. “Thanks, babe.” Pops the top and takes a long pull. “So, the premise of this whole thing is to do character interviews of V.L.’s and maybe some other author’s imaginary friends in preparation for upcoming releases. Which is okay. I mean, I can get into talking to McGarrity and Lila when their book comes out. And maybe a few other studs in her stable, but this month the upcoming book is ours.”

Dan – “It’s actually a rerelease.”

Vic – “Whatever. It’s still our books coming out now that V.L. has us back and has vowed to never let Vic K. go again. Ah, she’s such a clever minx even if she does cheer for the wrong pro team. Also, many other women have sworn to never let me go once they get their hands on my impressive Polish meat. Several men too. Just saying.”

V.L. – “Can it, Kalinski. Talk books and leave the Rangers and your Polish meat out of it.”

Vic – “Freaking Rangers. I played for Boston and she cheers the pretty boys of Broadway.” Looks at Dan. “Did you ever notice that you strongly resemble that frisky Norwegian winger that V.L. is so fond of?”

Dan – “No clue what you’re talking about.” Cracks open a can of soda then tosses long, dark hair from his face.

Vic- “Right.” Rolls his eyes. “Moving on then. Let’s talk about me.” Dan clears his throat. “Or we can talk about you.”

Dan – “That would be cool. So, I come from a little town in Manitoba called--”

Vic – “When did you first know that I was the hottest thing you ever saw and you had to have me? What? Inquiring minds want to know.”

Dan- “Your mind wants to know. We talk about this all the time, Vic. You and me seeing each other that first day you come back to Cayuga after Boston sent you down for disciplinary reasons.”

Vic – “Disciplinary action my balls. They just wanted to hide me in this ass-crack of a town and pretend I never existed.” Drains first can of Coke. “Toss me another.”

Dan – “No, you need to let the rush from that one wear off. Okay, now back to when we met. I knew you from the news, you know? Seen you play. You had wicked skills. I never knew your eyes were so pretty or so filled with pain until I seen them in person.”

Vic wiggles in his chair.

Vic – “And once you gazed into my lipid hazel eyes you fell head over heels. Blah, blah, typical gay romance novel shit. Move it along folks, nothing to see here.” Waves his hand around.

Dan – “Actually, the first day we met you punched me in the face.”

Vic- “You made a dumb Polack joke. Not that the joke was dumb because it was a pretty decent jab but you insinuated that we Poles are dumb which we are not. So, I popped you.”

Dan – “Yep, you did. I deserved that one though. Then what, like two weeks later or something we was on the road and all over each other.”

Vic- “We did hump like monkeys that first time…”

Dan – “We still do even though we’re married.”

Vic – “Who would have thunk it? I think I might find you hotter now that you got my ring on your finger. If only I could get you to meet me at the door in an apron and high heels.”

Dan – “I’ll meet you at the door with a pile-driver you keep talking about me in an apron. You might be taller than me but you know I can whip your pale ass.”

Vic – “Pft. You pin and fuck me a few times and you think you're Triple H or something. Enough talk about this wrestling crap. Back to me. I mean you. I mean us. Are you digging this show so far? I even picked out a theme song.”

Dan – “This bit has a theme song?”

Vic – “It does.” Cues up Meghan Trainor’s “Me Too” then begins to sing along while flashing a big V whenever the big V is called for in the song. “The V is a two, just thought I’d whip that out since V.L. didn’t explain that well.”

Dan – “Yeah, that song fits you perfect. I think she explained it okay.”

Vic – “You are so fucking cute. That’s why I married you. Your cuteness. Also, I love how you use that tongue of yours.”

Dan gives his lips a good porn star wetting.

Vic – “Keep that up and the good folks at home are going to get a wedge of man sex served up like a slice of warm apple pie with cheese.”

Dan – “Okay, I’ll stop. Not that I never had sex with you where people could read about it, but because every time you mention apple pie with cheese, I end up with Velveeta dribbled over me.”

Vic – “And you’re complaining?”

Dan – “Nope, I just didn’t think V.L. wanted cheese mess all over her new chairs. Tell them about the box set, Vic.”

Vic – “Chill out, babe. V.L. is putting all three of our novellas into a box set and pricing it hella good. Check it. $4.99 for three novellas. I mean, that’s one third what it cost readers who bought the books separately from the publisher. That’s a great deal for digital! For those who want me and Dan in print so they can caress my fine pale Polish skin, V.L. will have you covered. First time ever our story will be available in print and with new artwork. Man, the new covers are hot, romantic, and capture me and my man perfectly. Lay your peepers on this beauty…”

Dan – “Man, those are really nice. Any idea what the print copies will cost?”

Vic – “Not a clue yet but as soon as Madame Author over there finds out she’ll pass it along via the Book of Face, her blog, and her website. We’re shooting for a release date of 3/1/17 so mark that day down on your calendars. There will be no preorders for this book. I was told to say that by the short chick under that tacky red, white, and blue umbrella. You can add us to your Goodreads Want-To-Read list by following the funky little link right here--"

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Dan – “Sweet! So, who are you going to be talking to the next time on the 'The Face Off' show?”

Vic – “Looks like we got Mario and Lila up next. They have a book coming out on 4/6/17 called Snap Shot that will kick off the new Cayuga Cougars LGBT erotic hockey romance series.”

Dan – “I love Mario and Madame Lila. So many people wanted to read more about them. McGarrity is a gas. How many hockey players you see in a kilt? I never seen too many back in Manitoba.”

Vic – “Yeah, he is. We ginger men are all the rage. Also, Lila is the best. I mean. The. Fucking. Best.”

Dan – “She’s awesome. Good to see our transgender sisters and brothers getting some of the spotlight.”

Vic – “Hashtag representation matters. Guess that’s all the time I’m giving this for the day. What say we head home and break out the Velveeta? All that talk about cheese has given me half a chub.”

They leave the set in a rush.

V.L. peeks out from under Rangers umbrella. “Phew. Nary a toad in sight. Okay. Good. Maybe Vic will behave and not be an obnoxious jerk to everyone who sits across from him. And maybe an armadillo will play the national anthem on kazoo at the next Cougar’s home game.”

Exciting News for M/M Hockey Fans

Cover Reveal Coming In June

I know it will come as no surprise to anyone that I adore hockey. I also have an incredible love for M/M stories, and especially those set in a hockey rink.

I have two new M/M hockey series starting this year (Cayuga Cougars & Brighton Wood Blades) and have an M/F series (The Venom) running. Being part of the wonderful world of hockey romance I’ve been blessed to meet lots of wonderful authors. Some I’m now lucky enough to call friend. Such is the case with Rj Scott even if she is a Pens fan. *winks* You can check out her blog and her books here--Rj Scott Blog

We started chatting online about hockey and discovered that not only do we have a great mutual respect of each other as well as a similar sense of humor, we also thought that co-authoring an M/M hockey series would be the kitten’s whiskers!

Amid much talking, laughing, and plotting we’ve come up with a brand-new team for a brand-new series! Changing Lines, book #1 in our Harrisburg Railers series will release on July 12^th and we have a cover reveal set for early June. I cannot wait to show you the cover! Oh, my gods, it is amazing. Meredith Russell did an incredible job. The leading men are just the swooniest. Is that a word? Probably not but who cares! Take a peek at this awesome logo for the new team—

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The Harrisburg Railers - What's in a name?

Wiki... "During part of the 19th century, the building of the Pennsylvania Canal and later the Pennsylvania Railroad allowed Harrisburg to become one of the most industrialized cities in the Northeastern United States.  ...  With Harrisburg poised for growth in steel production, the Borough of Steelton became the ideal location for this type of industry. Steelton was a company town, opened in 1866 by the Pennsylvania Steel Company. Highly innovative in its steel making process, it became the first mill in the United States to make steel railroad rails by contract. ..."

Angle Play - A Special Release Day Post

I’m sitting here today trying to figure out what to say about the release of Angle Play. Usually I post up how excited I am and how much I appreciate all the support from my readers and fans because that is the truth. With every book that I write I silently thank the people who read them and show their support with reviews, by joining my readers group, or just contacting me on social media to interact. But Angle Play feels a little different, and not because I don’t thank you all for your support, because I do.

Angle Play feels different because it was the hardest book that I have ever written, and now that it’s out there and being read, I know it’s going to get some real flak from some readers. But that’s okay. I went into this book knowing it was going to be controversial.

Before the book was written, I approached my publisher (love you to bits Mares) and told her what Angle Play was going to be about. The topic was one that was going to alienate some readers and I did not want her to be caught unawares. She replied that she never stopped her authors from creating and that it was my story and should be told my way. She stood behind me firmly despite the knowledge that this book was going to ruffle lots of feathers. And it will. It probably already has. People are going to say that I had an agenda. That I used this book as a platform. That they don’t like to read romances that deal with such controversial things.

To those readers all I can say is that yes, I did have an agenda, and yes, I did use the book as a platform to tell a story that needed to be told. If you dislike romances that deal with social issues, then I’m not the author for you. I hold no ill will toward anyone who reads Angle Play and refuses to read another book of mine. That’s your right as a reader. Just as it’s my right as an author to tell a story that makes you think, and might just open a few eyes a bit.

At least I hope the book opens a few eyes. I hope that it shows one or two people that this most difficult decision is one that is not made in haste or offhandedly. That Stephanie, our leading lady, struggled mightily to come to a decision that was right for her and her alone.

 Primarily, I hope that those who read Angle Play and are outraged at Stephanie’s choice realize that the most important thing is that she had a choice. Because once our choices are taken away our subjugation begins.

The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice ~ Mary Ann Evans (pen-name George Eliot)

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/zemkba8

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/690786

B&N:http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/angle-play-v-l-locey/1125370488?ean=2940153921273

Goodreads Link-- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33526884-angle-play

Blurb:

Born and raised in a small town outside Pittsburgh, Stephanie Huschuk has had to battle for everything she’s achieved in life. Now she’s vying for the spot of starting goalie on the Philadelphia Venom and there’s only one thing that might hold her back: her feelings for Professor Greg Blue Blanket. Greg is considerably older than she is and recently divorced.

As if those two things weren’t reason enough for Stephanie to keep her distance, he’s also the twin brother of her goalie coach, Alice Dunlop. But the heart wants what the heart wants and soon Stephanie is facing not only the ire of one of her coaches, but she’s going to have to make one of the most difficult decisions a woman can make.

Will the stresses of family, life, and hockey rip them apart, or will love be enough to keep this couple together?

Author/Book Spotlight - Lily Harlem's Hot Ice

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.

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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!

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