I LOVE a good rock star story and here Lily Harlem has THREE!! And they sound incredibly sexy too... Can't wait to indulge.
OUT NOW, Lily Harlem'sROCK STARZ trilogy. Three short stories that will heat your ereader and get your heart beating to a super-sexy tune.
Rock band Manic Machines have taken over the globe with their funky, sassy tunes, yet these rock stars are all missing one thing in their lives - love. But you don't get to be as successful as they are without steely determination and off-the-scale passion, so when these musicians decide which girl they want, there's no escape and they'll go to any length to reach that high.
Each book is fine as a standalone read, but in order you'll get to enjoy each band member's journey to happily ever after. Please note, previously published with different cover art, the content remains the same.
Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days...she’s just having a hard time admitting it.
It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing.
When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music.
As Robbie Harding belts out hit song ‘Jenny’ to a packed Wembley Stadium, my heart tears, my mind spins and my insides heat to a lusty, pulsing boiling point.
Why me more than the other 90,000 screaming fans?
Because I’m Jenny—he’s singing about me.
The guy is sex on legs with a voice to match and has starred in all my hot dreams since the day boys became interesting and for three precious years, it was more than hot dreams. Turns out he wants me back in his life and his bed. How can I resist?
So with lots of naked, sweaty and downright dirty time to make up for, I wield my backstage pass, hunt him down and refuse to be starstruck by the boy next door. Seems Robbie agrees, as he insists on tuning in to my needs and rediscovering our rhythm in a very unusual bedroom.
Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.
But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?
Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.
Please welcome to the blog the fabulous Lily Harlem and her new release from Evernight Publishing Desk Job!
Hot off the press is Lily Harlem's latest ménage a trois novel based in London, Desk Job. Her London Menage set of books are taking off, the first one Muscling In has received many 5* reviews and Desk Job is set to do the same. Currently working on the third book in this series, Lily says she never believes three is a crowd, and in her opinion more is definitely merrier!
Here’s the low down on Desk Job, which, incidentally, can be enjoyed as a standalone read, these books are only very loosely connected.
It’s just another PA job, right? Okay, the CEO is hot, and his partner hotter, but that doesn’t mean Stella Wright has to fall for their erotic brand of seduction. Does it?
Who is she kidding? Stella is only human, she has bills to pay and insecurities about how she looks the same as we all do. So when Andre Bramon asks her to work on more than just dictation she can’t resist.
Tristan Wainwright is a different matter. Brooding and dark, he barely has time to ask her to do anything. Then when he does finally pause, noticing her, all that pent up energy reaches a boiling point.
Before long Stella is swept up in a passionate love affair with not one man, but two. She never expected a threesome to be part of her job description, though now…well, perhaps it might prove to be the perfect solution to a whole host of her problems.
“I’m going to apologize in advance for this ... but I can’t help myself.”
He ran his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers slotting into my hair, and pulled me closer. He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he dragged me to him.
I released a groan of longing. He tasted exactly how I’d imagined—dark heat and man, a hint of coffee.
Releasing my grip on the chair, I grasped his shoulders. Beneath his cotton shirt was hard muscle. Damn, why was that shirt in the way?
He moaned into my mouth as he stroked over the top of my stockings, tracing the lace with his fingertips.
He kissed with the same skill and intensity as he approached his work. I surrendered to it. Allowed him to whisk me up into a heady soup of lust.
Could we? Here?
What am I doing?
I tore my lips from his.
He didn’t stop kissing me and traveled his lips over my cheek to my neck.
“Mmm, Stella. You’re so sexy. You’ve got me crazy for you. All week ... how you look, talk, hell the way you walk...”
“No…” What about Andre? “But.”
“No, buts. Please, no buts.” He cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I pushed at his shoulders and tore my gaze from his. “I can’t.”
He tugged his hand free of my skirt and stood, releasing me. A flash of disappointment went over his face and I couldn’t help noticing a large bulge behind his zipper.
“Forgive me.” I stood, and in a strange, limping gate, rushed to the ladies’ restroom. I pushed through the door, then stood at the sink, staring into the mirror at my smudged lipstick.
My mind was swimming. What the hell was going on with me? I was a one-man woman. I never cheated. I didn’t two-time. That wasn’t who I was.
But Andre and I were hardly in a relationship. We’d had a night of fun. We were going for lunch tomorrow.
It was the start of something. But I wanted to start something with Tristan too. I liked him, more than liked him. I wanted him. I wanted his body, I wanted his mind, I wanted the special smiles that he seemed to save just for me.
“Stella. Please, come out.”
I glanced at the door. Tristan had opened it a fraction, though I couldn’t see him and he couldn’t see me because it opened in the opposite direction.
I didn’t answer.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s not your fault.” I reached for a tissue and tidied my smudged lipstick.
“Clearly it is. Please, come out here and let’s talk this through. I can explain.” “Explain?”
I ran the cold water and put my wrists under the flow. It was as if a fire were burning inside of me.
“I promise you, Stella, there really is no reason to be so upset.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.” I turned off the water. He knew nothing.
“Please ... otherwise I’ll come in there and get you.”
I didn’t doubt it.
I went to the door. As I reached it, my broken shoe emerged around the small opening. The heel appeared reattached.
“I fixed it.”
“That was quick.”
“I’m known for efficiency.”
Of course he is. I took it and, with one palm placed on the wall, slipped the shoe back on.
“It probably won’t hold for long. But it will get you home,” he said.
I opened the door fully.
Tristan had one hand against the frame, his elbow locked. When he saw me, he released it and straightened.
“Thank you.” I stepped past him. “For fixing my shoe.”
“Stella, let me explain.” He gripped my upper arm and spun me to him, not roughly but not completely gently either.
My breath hitched as I looked into his earnest face.
“There is nothing to explain, Tristan. I like you, really I do...” And yes, given the chance I’d roll into bed with him in a heartbeat. He was someone I wanted to get to know better in every sense of the word, much better. “But I’m seeing someone.”
His eyebrows twitched, then he nodded. “I know.”
“How ... But...?”
“Andre.” He kind of shrugged then released my arm. “It’s not a big deal.”
“How can it not be a big deal? He’s your business partner.” Damn, had Andre told him everything, the way I’d wondered if he had?
“He’s more than a business partner. He’s my best friend. We’ve been through the good and the bad times together and you...”
“We’d definitely like you to be the good times.”
“I’m not following...” I patted my hair, it was messy at the back from where he’d ran his fingers through it. “Why did you kiss me if you knew I was seeing Andre?”
“Because I know he won’t mind, not in the least.”
“How do you know that?” Most blokes I knew would mind very much if another guy kissed the girl they were seeing. “Is he missing the jealousy gene?”
Tristan gave a twisted smile. “Oh no. I can’t imagine he’d want anyone else touching you, kissing you, but me ... well that’s different.”
“How? Because you’re friends, because you’re close?”
“Well...” He shifted from one foot to the other. “We decided a while ago that we needed a personal assistant to share, one person who understood what the other was doing so that our diaries and commitments didn’t clash.”
I nodded. I understood that.
“And we also decided...” He hesitated.
I wondered what the hell he was going to say next. I hadn’t known Tristan to be anything other than super confident but he was standing before me now, slowly gathering words. “What did you decide?”
“That not only do we want to share a PA, we also want to share a woman.”
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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 Publishing, Evernight Publishing, All Romance eBooks, and Sweetmeats Press. 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, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Trilogy - The Novice, The Player, and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
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