By Lily Harlem
Toy
Boy
is Lily Harlem’s sexy new release and is out
now! It’s a cougar story set in beautiful Greece and tells the tale of Kay and
Sullivan on their ‘first’ date. Here’s the low down…
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Getting
something unexpected can be a shock, but it can also be a wonderful treat, if
you allow yourself to indulge, that is.
Kay is
bubbling with excitement. She’s booked a sailing holiday of a lifetime in
Greece with a man she’s fallen for hook, line and sinker. They met on the
Internet. She’s from Oxford, he’s from Washington State. She’s a business
lecturer, he runs his own successful business.
They’re
perfect for each other, and she can’t wait to meet him and spend time in and
out of his bed, allowing him to seduce her for real and not just with softly
spoken words over the telephone.
But when
she arrives in the idyllic port of Fiscardo, she’s in for a shock. There’s a
reason Sullivan’s photographs were grainy, and it’s not because he’s sporting a
potbelly or balding as she’d suspected. It’s because he’s over a decade younger
than her and could rival any Greek god in the looks department. What’s more,
his sex appeal and lust for her is off the scale.
Should
Kay take what she can with her ‘toy boy’ and have some fun in the sun or hop on
the first plane back to England? It’s a tricky decision for a woman who
believed she couldn’t be surprised by life anymore.
Excerpt
My
dreams were filled with blue skies, turtles and fluffy, white clouds that
cradled around me, rocking me, soothing me, tilting me this way and that in a
constant languid motion.
I saw
Greek gods, islands rising from an aqua sea, and heard the sound of waves
slicing around dolphins as they rose and fell from the water as if flying.
The
images and sounds of my dreams faded, and reality broke into my consciousness.
For a moment, I wondered where I was, then my foot touched the cool surface of
the cabin wall, and I remembered that I was on Dolly Bird and Sullivan was
sleeping up on deck.
I turned
to my back and looked up at the skylight. The stars had gone, and in their
place was a clear sky fractured by a length of white mast holding a taut sail.
I’d have
to get up and grab a taxi to the airport.
The
thought made me sad all over again. It could have been so perfect.
My body
tilted slightly to the right, then upward and back down.
The water in the
harbor hadn’t been this rough the night before, and judging by the cloudless sky, it certainly didn’t seem like
a storm was over us.
I sat
up and braced my hands behind myself, stared at my ruby-red painted toenails.
Again I was jostled, not lots, but certainly more than I’d been the night
before.
I swung
my legs around, exited the cabin, then stood on the rocking floor of the small
seating
area. I flicked open one of the drawn curtains. “What the...?”
All I
could see was water. No land, no houses, and certainly no Fiscardo. Just an
endless expanse of blue occasionally topped with a burst of white froth.
I spun
around and looked out of the opposite window. It was the same.
Nothing
but water.
I’m
out at sea.
A wave
butted the boat, and I lurched toward the galley and grabbed the counter for
support.
What the hell was going on?
I was
confused, not to mention dry from the wine the night before. I went into the
bathroom,
brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. After a quick gulp of bottled
water, I headed up the small steps and pushed open the door to the outside
world.
The
glare of the sun hit me like a spotlight being turned onto my face, but I
ignored it and climbed onto the windy deck.
“What on
earth,” I said, holding on to the table and staring at the front of the boat,
“is going on?”
Two
white sails ballooned above me. Enormous and dramatic, they clung to the mast,
ropes straining and groaning, reaching for the sky.
“Good
morning.”
“What
the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shouted, spinning and spotting Sullivan
standing behind the large chrome wheel.
He wore
nothing but his swim shorts and shades. The breeze had flattened his hair
backward, and his shoulders and upper arms were tense as he held the wheel.
“Taking
you for a spin,” he called over the breeze, grinning so wide his cheeks balled.
“Like it?”
“No...no...and
that is not what’s happening. Take me back to Fiscardo right now.” How dare he?
Anger coiled in my stomach. It felt like my veins were suddenly too narrow for
my blood.
“Can’t.”
He shrugged.
“Of
course you can. Turn around.” I put my hand up to shield my eyes and looked
over his shoulder. In the far distance, I could make out land, rising
giant-like from the sea. “Back there, take me back there.” I pointed, as a
pounding beat set up in my temples.
“Can’t,
the wind is blowing us this way.” He signaled to the sails. “We’re at the mercy
of the gods.”
I held
on to the rail that supported the Bimini and hoisted myself upward onto the
main body of the boat for a better look at my location. The wind caught my hair
and cooled my cheeks. I peered into the distance. “There must be a way, and I
demand that you—”
He
reached for my wrist, grabbed me, and pulled me down.
“Hey,
watch it,” I said, gripping a metal railing that ran around the side of the
boat. I was struggling to keep my footing and bumped against the table.
“No, you
watch it.” He released me and gestured above me. “The boom nearly got you.
Gotta keep an eye out for it. Wily sucker once the speed picks up.” He stepped
away and grabbed the wheel again.
“Why did
it do that? It nearly killed me.” I looked up at the scarily heavy bar that had
ropes slipping upward. It had nearly chopped my head off. Damn thing.
“Probably
won’t kill you,” Sullivan said, tightening something on his right. “But it will
give you a thumper of a headache. Best you stay on this part of the deck for
now.”
Huh, I
had a headache already. Temper did that to me. “Not very health and safety
conscious around here, is it?” I stepped behind him, as far away as possible
from the lurching pole, and held on to the stern rail.
“Baby,”
he said, still gripping the wheel but looking at me over his shoulder. “This is
the big bad ocean. Danger lurks everywhere. Not even a guy with a hard hat and
a clipboard can sort this out.”
I
frowned at him. “Seriously, take me back. I don’t want to be out here.”
“I told
you, I can’t. Besides, I want you to see some of the islands before you jump on
a plane and leave me.”
“What?”
I put one hand on my hip but kept hold of the rail with the other—the boat was
skimming over the water, bouncing rhythmically. I couldn’t believe what he’d
just said. He’d taken me against my will. He knew I’d wanted to get back to the
airport today. Did he really want to see me lose it with him? “So you’ve just
gone and bloody kidnapped me?”
He
turned to me again and shoved his glasses to the top of his head in that cute
way I’d noticed he did. He let his gaze settle on my face, then bit on his
bottom lip, just a little—so I could see his top teeth—and let his attention
slide over my body.
I
glanced downward. Damn. I was standing in just my new, white underwear. It was
pretty damn sexy with the lace detail and the balcony cups, because when I’d
bought it, I’d wanted to look hot for him.
“Jesus,
Kay. I’d say it was more like womannapped than kidnapped, wouldn’t you?”
"Kick
off your shoes, shed your clothes along with your inhibitions and indulge
yourself in a sensual adventure."
"Wow!
What a story!"
"What
can I say but off the charts HOT!"
"Another
fantastic book by Lily Harlem, she does such a great job of describing the
characters and the place I could smell the sea and felt like I was on an island
in Greece."
"A
new romance book by Lily Harlem - no other words are needed, you just know it's
going to be fabulous."
"Simply
a beautiful, sexy, smile-inducing story that you will want to read over and
over."
"An
absolutely perfect book to read whilst pool side or lounging on a sun
deck."
Oh the
sun, the sea, the sex! Lily has a way of writing that puts you in the book. Her
descriptions of Greek Islands had me day-dreaming I was on a boat, feel the
wind and sun on my face, could smell the charcoal fires from the harbour side
café's and taste the olives and wine.
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an
award-winning, multi-published author of contemporary erotic romance. She
writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins,
Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series 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 Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice,
The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman
should read'.
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!
Find
Lily on the web.
