That Filthy Book, A Sexual Discovery for Karen and Jacob by Lily Harlem - Author Interview Apr 15 - 20

 This week Lily Harlem visits our boudoir. Lily partnered with Natalie Dae and wrote "That Filthy Book". Join us as she shares a snippet form the new release and how she loves to write.

Lily is chatting with us via beautiful Amsterdam. We may run into Karen and Jacob, they if can break away from their naughtiness!

Naughty Reader’s: Hi Lily! Welcome to the boudoir. Tell us a bit about yourself that our readers might not know.

Lily:  Mmm, okay, well I worked in a Trauma Unit in London for many years as a nurse. I certainly saw some sights there, which in turn has given me lots of characters and scenarios to draw on in my writing. It was an adrenaline-packed time of my life and although I found the work satisfying it was exhausting and I’m happy to have a slower pace to my days now.

Naughty Reader’s: What made you want to become a writer?

Lily: I have always loved both reading and writing. I was given a small, clunky typewriter when I was a child and adored tapping out my own little stories. For years I did nothing but academic writing, but a move to a rural part of the UK gave me time on my hands, and I took the plunge and picked up the pen again, but this time for fiction, romantic fiction in particular. Writing soon became a way of keeping my mind active. Also my compulsion to continue learning was enhanced with a creative writing course at the local university. It wasn’t long before I discovered a whole gang of characters and a pile of plot lines that were just waiting to get out…I was off!

Naughty Reader’s: Please share a bit about your new release That Filthy Book without giving away any spoilers.

Lily:  My latest release is actually a co-author written with Natalie Dae (aka Emmy Ellis, she writes different genre’s under different pen names). It is my first novel written with someone else and was enormous fun. We started writing That Filthy Book because Natalie had written a first chapter she wasn’t sure what to do with. I read it, loved the characters and asked if I could pick up where she’d left of. “Go for it!” she said. And that was it, the rest is history. The word count romped up and the characters, a married couple called Karen and Jacob, have a wild ride of sexual discovery as they remind each other of what it once was that had them ripping at each other’s clothes all those years ago. At times I felt like we were in competition with who could be the rudest, most shocking, it was a great experience and we have more co-authors in the pipeline all equally erotic.  Buy link total-E-Bound.

Naughty Reader’s: Do you write under a pen name?

Lily:  Yes.

Naughty Reader’s: What types of hero or heroine do you like best?

Lily:  Flawed characters, no one is perfect. Also people don’t always behave as they should, but when that happens as a writer it’s a challenge to ensure your reader still likes the hero or heroine, even if they are not doing the right thing. It’s a case of justifying their actions clearly and consistently.

Naughty Reader’s: Tell us about a typical day in your life as a writer.

Lily:  Well, like I said it’s definitely at a slower pace than when I was working as a nurse. I tend to get up early and breakfast with Mr. H. See him off to work and then take the dog for a walk on the beach. This is where I do a lot of thinking, whether it is planning my writing for the day, or dreaming up new stories. I then do my best to ignore the housework if I’m desperate to get something down, or if I’m not in the middle of a novel I make the most of sweeping up the dog and cat hairs. Mostly I’m immersed in my fictitious world though, pausing only to eat, sleep and let my family and friends know I still exist.

Naughty Reader’s: Do your books have a common theme or are they all different?

Lily: I write contemporary erotic romance, so my characters are in our world, present time with no super-human qualities or blood sucking tendencies. That’s not to say I don’t often have famous heroes and heroines, I do, my HOT ICE series is about the Vipers hockey team, and they are all sporting superstars!

Also I pride myself in that the bedroom door is left well and truly open, if you have invested in the hero, be it a controlling neurosurgeon with a kinky side, a drop-dead sexy rock-star, or a heart-stoppingly horny hockey player, you will definitely get to find out how he performs between the sheets and what all his little kinks are!

Naughty Reader’s: How long does it take you to write and then edit a story?

Lily:  A full novel, about two months to write, depending if I have to a pause and do some ‘real-life-stuff’. Editing is usually a few days, providing I’m happy with the plot and characters and haven’t had any Argh! moments.

Naughty Reader’s: Do you have to be alone to write?

Lily:  Pretty much, yes. I certainly couldn’t write with someone looking over my shoulder. And I like silence too. Some writers use music to put them in the mood of the scene they are writing, but that’s not me; alone and silent is what works. And not surprising really, when there is so much going on in my head!

Naughty Reader’s: How do you go about naming characters?

Lily:  I have a baby name book that I bought from a charity shop. I flick through and something always grabs my fancy. The Hot Ice series is fun for names as I give the players nicknames – I think Rick ‘Ramrod’ Lewis is my favorite!

Naughty Reader’s: Is it easier to write about the characters if you find pictures of them before you write or do you write then find character pictures?

Lily:  Definitely the latter. I have an image in my head and then drive myself nuts on Pinterest trying to find the right look. Someone has the eyes, but not the mouth, or the hair but not the jawline, the nose but not the body, do you get my drift?

Naughty Reader’s: How do you pick locations for your stories?

Lily:  Places I’ve been. It is so much easier that way. The sights, the smells, the atmosphere it’s already in my head. I’m already making so much up, its nice to have somewhere real to set the characters in. I particularly enjoyed writing Stockholm Surrender which is my next release at Ellora’s Cave, its much more international than my other books and some of it is set in Bangkok, a place I’ve been lucky enough to explore.

Stockholm Surrender has a little history of its own. In September 2010 I released a free read at Ellora’s Cave called Stockholm Seduction, a short story about the British Foreign Minister’s daughter getting kidnapped in Australia by a hot surfer dude who is using her as collateral to free his best mate from Thai prison. Turned out he wasn’t all bad and actually she quite liked him, well that’s an understatement, she really, really liked him!

But like I say, it was a short free story and there is only so much you can do in a few thousand words with your characters. However when I started getting reviews to the tune of “great story but I want more,” and “fab set up, if only it was longer”, I thought, okay, I’ll let the characters talk to me again see if I can write the full length novel.

Luckily Penny and Ty were very obliging and soon their steamy-hostage-taking-romance was written. I hope it hits the spot for readers who asked to spend more time with them! It was certainly a complete blast to write. I have included the original free read in the finished novel, as several readers suggested, and it is now the prologue. Although the full length isn’t yet available (keep an eye on my website for details) the free story can be downloaded anytime - http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8620-stockholm-seduction.aspx

If you want more free reads then there are links on my website. In 2009 I won the LoveHoney Award for Erotic Fiction and the winning story, Madam President, is available for free as is a podcast called A Classic Wedding Night all about Mr. and Mrs. Darcy’s first night together!

As a way of celebrating my time at A Naughty Reader’s Boudoir I would love to give away a pdf copy of Hired, the first book in my Hot Ice series which features the delectable, but hard to handle, Logan ‘Phoenix’ Taylor. Just leave a comment along with your email address and I will pick a winner at the end of the week.

Good luck and thanks so much for inviting me over to play!

Lily Harlem x

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Excerpt From: That Filthy Book by Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae

It seemed Lady Luck had joined us for our journey, giving the green light for all our needs to be met only three days after my confession of what I really wanted him to do with that branch.

Jacob’s parents had asked if they could take the girls to a circus on Saturday night. It started at eight, didn’t finish until ten, so they’d suggested it was more sensible that they keep them until Sunday morning, possibly Sunday afternoon if the children fancied having a roast dinner with them at the local pub.

I was not about to turn that opportunity down, especially when Jacob had been hot for the idea of outside sex. In fact, he’d been more than up for it, and the excited glint in his eye when I’d held up the carefully stripped bark had sent a tremble to my very core. Something told me I’d hit another very dark and very sinful nerve of his.

But always one to think of others, Jacob had already promised to help a work colleague move house on the Saturday. I didn’t mind too much because it left me with an empty afternoon to prepare for our evening of fun. I started with a pamper accompanied by a glass of wine, treating myself to a cucumber face mask, sugar body scrub, shave—including my pussy—manicure and pedicure and finally a generous slathering of body butter.

It left me feeling tingly and smooth, as if my body was honed and prepared. The thought of my silky, clean skin and perfectly neat red nails out in the open, amongst dirt and leaves, with the sootiness of bark mould smudged randomly over my body had me panting with excitement. I could just imagine mud squelching around my toes and the creamy skin of my wrists worn red by ropes. And the image of my arse marked raw by the branch, well, that had me feeling like a sacrificial offering.

For I knew that this evening I would be handing myself over to nature, to Jacob, and to my own darkest desires. The bare bones of my soul were about to be revealed. No holds barred, no chance to hide. They were the very skeleton of me that only Jacob would ever set eyes on.

When the dipping sun sent lilac and crimson fingers darting over the horizon I was ready—more than ready. I’d had a light tea and another glass of wine, resisted the temptation to masturbate—just—and saved myself for my husband.

The front door opened with a whoosh, then shut with a resounding slam. I spun from the kitchen window where I’d been staring at the darkening copse.

The copse that was ready and waiting.

Heavy footsteps banged down the hall. Loud and resolute, the sound reverberated around my head.

This was it. There was no turning back.

I didn’t want to. Not for anything.

The door swung open, and there he stood, with his broad shoulders filling the frame and his head bowed slightly. He pulled his brows low and set his jaw. A small muscle flexed and unflexed in his cheek.

"Get down on your knees, bitch."

I gasped at the completely thrilling sound of his bad man’s voice and folded my legs until my knees landed on the freshly swept lino. He was so feral, so dominant, not Jacob the protector, the carer. No, tonight I had Jacob the master, the taker, the giver of sinful pleasure.

Between one breath and the next he was in front of me, his groin level with my face and his hands on his hips. The scent of man and hard physical work washed over me, as well as perhaps a hint of a greasy spoon cafe where he’d no doubt been treated to pie and chips for the efforts of his day.

"Take out my cock."

I reached for the buttons on his jeans, surprised to see that my hands trembled. Excitement? Trepidation?

This had not been part of any plan, but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, there wasn’t a plan. All Jacob had asked was that I trust him. He said that he understood what I wanted and would make it all happen for me. Of course, we had a safe word, but I couldn’t imagine I would need it. I trusted Jacob with my life and my pleasure. I always would.

"Hurry up," he said, tangling his fingers in my neatly brushed, softly conditioned hair. "Take it out and suck it."

After I freed his cock, his length sprang into my palm, hot and thick, and the purple veins winding up the shaft bulged with his keen arousal.

In a sharp movement, he jerked forward and the tip slid into my salivating mouth. "Wider, whore," he snarled. "Take me, all of me."

I stretched my jaw and he sank deep, sliding to the back of my throat in one urgent movement. I gagged but he ignored it; pulled back then rode in again, all the time holding my head in a tight, vice-like grip so I had no choice but to take him, tip to base.

I’d sucked on Jacob’s cock a million times, but never had he taken control like this. He was always respectful and deathly still, allowing me to determine depth and pace. But this was different—this was sinful, depraved Jacob fucking my mouth without a thought for my well-being.

I adored it.

Needing support as my body was jostled by his thrusting hips, I gripped his thighs. Saliva ran down my face and neck onto my red blouse, my nose repeatedly buried in his wiry pubic hair. He steamed on and on, hissing and cursing above me. Breathing was difficult, my mouth was so chock-full of hard, demanding cock. When I did catch a breath the air was heated and smelt of him, musky and raw.

"Get fucking ready for it," he snarled, thrusting to such a depth his balls slapped against my chin. "I’m going to come down your throat. I’m going to fill you up, now...argh...fuck...now."

He let out a garrotted cry as his cock swelled further, then, in several sweet pulses, copious amounts of fluid gushed over my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, the action tugging the crown of his cock further down my throat.

"Ah, sweet...fucking...Jesus," he hissed, gripping my hair. "That’s it, keep sucking, swallow me."

I did as he asked. My body quivered, and I could almost come myself just from the feel and taste of him climaxing so hard and forcefully. Had he lain there all those millions of times I’d sucked him off, restraining himself? Had he wanted to throw me down and fuck my mouth in a hard, abandoned way, but resisted?

I didn’t have time to dwell on this because Jacob pulled out, gripped my upper arms and dragged me into a standing position. Gasping, I stared into his flushed face. His mouth was parted as he drew in big lungfuls of air. His eyes sparkled, the pupils wide and dilated, showing me the dark depths of his most basic needs.

"That’s just the beginning," he said in a rasping, breathy voice. "To take the edge off what you’ve had me thinking of for three days." He slanted his mouth down hard over mine, taking possession of my lips and tongue in a furious, ravenous kiss. He pulled away abruptly. "You’re such a tease," he muttered, "tempting me, turning me on. Well, now you’re going to get it. You’re going to get punished for making a man want you so bad it hurts his soul."

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