Spotlight
with author Harlem Dae
Welcome
back to another fabulous post! Today I Have a semi new author to tell
you all about. I say semi because Harlem Dae is made up of two
wonderful authors, Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae. I have had the
pleasure of experiencing Ms. Harlem before, but Ms. Dae is new to me.
Knowing how great Ms. Harlem is, I knew that this duo could only be
better so I absolutely had to share. I hope that you all enjoy
getting to know this great team and have a blast doing it. Whether
they are new to you, or you have been able to read their work before,
you are sure to be entertained today. Please allow me to introduce to
the blog:
**HARLEM
DAE**
**BIO**
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 as 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.
You
can find out more about Harlem Dae at the following places:
**SEXY
AS HELL**
**The
Virgin, The Player and The Vixen**
**BLURB**
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.
Buy
Links
Amazon
US
Amazon
UK
**THE
VIRGIN**
**Sexy
As Hell Trilogy, Book One**
**BLURB**
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**
**Sexy
As Hell Trilogy, Book Two**
**BLURB**
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**
**Sexy
As Hell Trilogy, Book Three**
**BLURB**
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.
**EXCERPT**
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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.
SEXY
AS HELL MAGAZINE
So
what did you think? Was that a heck of a post or what? I gave you all
a lot of information to process. Maybe too much and maybe not enough.
But in the grand scheme of things, I think you all have more than
enough to decide on whether or not to read this series. In my poking
around the net, it looks as if there are at least a couple of other
books to this series as well so you will have those to look forward
to later on. AND, I included the link for the series magazine
publication that will keep you informed. Interested readers should
definitely subscribe!
I
would love to hear what you all thought about this post. Your
feedback is always welcome so please take a second to leave your
comment below. I hope that you all enjoyed your time spent here
today. Don't forget to show your support to this author duo and buy
yourself a copy of the book(s) if you were caught by what you were
treated to today. I wish you all a fantastic rest of the day and I
will be seeing you all very soon! Until then ...
HAPPY
READING!!!
A million thank yous for featuring Sexy as Hell today! It was an amazing adventure to write, and co-authoring with Natalie is a wonderful experience.
ReplyDeleteThis started off as a single title, The Virgin, but both of us fell head-over-heels in love with Victor and just couldn't stop writing, hence The Player and The Vixen. In fact we still can't stop and although the entire trilogy is available now, the secondary character short stories will be released soon - free for a limited time!
Extra celebrations for us today as another 5* review for the entire trilogy has just been posted on Amazon UK - "The best erotic trilogy i have ever read! FSOG and Crossfire series have nothing on these books. If you like your books a bit edgier then you should read these. I could not put them down! Lots and lots of hot sex but also a love story. I loved the style of writing, seen from both characters emotions.All I can say is read and enjoy!!!"
Thanks again
Lily xxxx
CONGRATULATIONS on the 5* review! Thanks so much for stopping by and providing the extra information. I, for one, will definitely be only the lookout for the short stories that are coming soon. I am in love with novellas due to my hectic schedule. They allow me to still squeeze in a bit of reading even when I don't have the time to spare. And I don't have to feel as guilty when I read a book in a couple of hours rather than an entire day. :) Best of luck to you both on the releases! You two rock!
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