Q) How did you create your characters?
Thank you for inviting me to EFA, it’s great to be here! I love to write ménage a trois novels and have several published. Sometimes I write MFM though often I write MMF – the guys are into each other too! – which is the case in Muscling In my new release from Evernight Publishing. This makes for wonderful dynamics, all three characters in lust and love creates fabulous tension and awesome positions when it comes to the sex scenes. I added a military theme to Muscling In because I wanted the guys to be big, tough and rough. When they’re together, without the heroine, things get a bit wild but when she’s there, they’re a little softer.
Q) What gave you the inspiration for Muscling In?
I’d watched a documentary with Mr H that was about the military and the special forces guys were all so HOT! I had to write them into a story and Sian is the lucky lady that gets between them – literally.
Q) Will we see more of these characters, is there a sequel?
Q) Can you give an interesting fact about your book?
The house the characters live in was inspired by a trip to London not long ago. It’s a lovely Georgian town house with a small back garden – a rarity in Central London. I adore these houses in London, there’s something majestic about them and they’re nearly always on tree-lined avenues and despite the hustle and bustle so nearby often give out a lovely calm homeliness.
Q) What is your daily writing routine?
Every morning – Monday to Friday – I go for a run with the dog, often on the beach which is very near to where I live. I write full time so if I don’t keep active I’d have a battle with the dreaded writer’s bum!
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?
No, they develop as I write. I’ve always been that kind of writer, I just go with a few scenes in my head…
Q) How much real life do you put into your books?
Quite a lot I suppose. They say write what you know. And most of my books are based in places I’ve visited, whether it’s other countries, cities, restaurants or maybe even concerts or theme parks. If I can picture where they are and what they’re doing, if I’ve experienced it, it’s much easier to write about. Of course that’s not always the case but it helps. I also tend to have mainly British characters, because I’m British and speak a certain way, I don’t have to worry about a US or Australian character saying things that are out of dialect.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I have a novel called Rule Breaker MF out on the 10th of November, plus a short story about ginger figging (Google it!) on the 24th of November called Spicing it Up. After that I’m working on a Brit Boys: With Toys anthology which is a sequel to last year’s Brit Boys: On Boys (British authors, British characters, British locations, it’s a lot of fun.) In January I have another MMF novella out called Heat of the Day, set in Spain and after that… well I’ll have to see what happens!
Thanks for reading
About Muscling In
Muscling In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release. It’s a hot and sexy MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires and passions of a threesome who are determined to be together despite the restraints of the world they live in.
The story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she decides to let her husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man from his past. This man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the elite of the elite, the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And there is of course one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun too. Why should she miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time?
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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
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Excerpt – 18+
Coben opened the door and flicked on the hall light.
I stepped in behind him and kicked off my heels.
There was a sudden bang. A slam. He’d pushed the door up, hard.
His lips were over mine, his hands in my hair. The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.
I swept my tongue into his mouth, giving as good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him in waves. It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the inside of my bra.
“Tease,” he said, kissing over my cheek, then nibbling my earlobe.
“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to his biceps. Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t touch you again in the car.”
“Just by being there, next to me…” He paused as he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking dress you’ve teased me all evening.”
“What this tatty old thing?” I grinned, then groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either, just the way he knew I liked.
“Well if it’s that old and tatty it should come off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there was no zip and the material slid easily over my head.
He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a large burgundy vase.
“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention landing on the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black dress. “That’s so fucking hot.”
He kissed me again, pushing his erection against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying on for long.
His touch skimmed down my sides, dipping into my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on fire, his palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him to touch me, all over, and never stop.
I pushed at his jacket, shoving it over his shoulders.
He released me, shrugged out of it and let it land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.
The next thing I knew I was in his arms, pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I stared at his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d captured his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.
He kicked the door to the bedroom open and dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.
“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt and quickly skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”
I undid my bra and tossed it aside. Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.
He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”
I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but obey.
I parted my legs, slowly, letting my heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.
He kept his attention on the juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered, quietly, almost to himself.
“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.
He discarded his shirt, then shoved at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker than that on the rest of his body.
My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.
“You want this?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.
“Yes. All of it. All of you.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Good, ’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”
“I am.” I reached for his head and bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.
He set straight to work, slipping his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with firm pressure.
“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my eyes. “That’s it.”
He searched out my entrance and pushed one long finger into me.
I clenched around him. I was wet and hot, needy for something to fill me.
He pushed another finger in, upped the force on my clit.
My stomach muscles tightened. A delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.
“So greedy,” he murmured, his breaths hot over my flesh.
“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the invasion. “More, give me more.”
He shifted, his big body easily removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers still lodged inside me. “More?”
“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly wanton now.
“Mmm,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over my anus.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
“You want fucking here?” He pushed knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over the center of my pucker.
“No, yes…” I tossed my head from side to side.
“Which is it?”
“I don’t know. Do what you need to.” God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to keep the climax building.
“Of course you know what you want. Tell me.”
“Come, I want to come.”
“With me in your pussy or your ass, babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.
“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic, forbidden but delicious. I craved it.
He eased in a little more.
Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.
I groaned and sped up my ministrations on my clit.
“You want both. Say it.” His voice held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty girl. I knew I married you for a reason.”
“I want to come…”
“You will, but tell me, how am I going to fuck you in both holes when I only have one dick?”
“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was breathless, the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”
“I guess that would work.” He slid higher into my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time they can do that we’ll be too old to fuck.”
“No, never too old.”
“Let’s hope not. But…”
“Maybe I should get us a male prostitute, hired cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your cunt and one in your ass. How does that sound?”
“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going to come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait for dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of return.
“Yeah, come. I love watching you come.”
He was fucking me with his fingers, front and back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.
“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”
“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last moment before I climaxed.
“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”
“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.
“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, 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 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!
Lily Harlem Links
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