I’m
delighted to welcome Lily Harlem and her new book, Rule Breaker, to my blog
today. Sit back and enjoy while Lily tells you all about the book and herself
and treats you to a juicy excerpt in the process.
Rule Breaker by Lily Harlem
Set
between London and France this novel pushes boundaries and will take you on an
adventure and keep you in suspense. Falling in love with the wrong person is
easily done, getting carried along in a whirlwind of passion is hard to resist.
Join Lacey and Miller on a wild ride of lust, desire and fighting to be with
the person you can’t live without, even if the rest of the world is against it.
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Locks,
keys and prison bars can’t contain a love that’s meant to roam wild and free,
but when that love is let loose, will Lacey be able to handle what’s heading
her way?
Rules are meant to protect the innocent and keep
danger at bay—except for me. The lines blur, and it all started when I met the
ultimate bad boy. But is he? Miller Davenport might be big, bad and brimming with
sin but he’s confessed his crimes and for ten years he’s served his time and
walked the line.
Everyone deserves a second chance, right? And as his
nurse—the one person who understands him—I can’t help but count the days till
we can be together properly, without guards watching over us and without every
look and word we share censored.
When that day comes, though, will our desire for each
other explode and take me to the new heights he’s promised? And if so, how will
I survive such intensity?
One thing is for sure. With Miller I’ll be whisked up
in a whirlwind of his dark energy and a tornado of his lust, and likely taken
to the very edge of what I can handle. I can’t help a few nerves, though, as
release day approaches, because if it all comes crashing down, who can I depend
on when I’ve ridden into the sunset with a man who’s broken all the rules? Will
I be saved or will I have pushed everyone and everything too far?
Reader
Advisory: This book contains scenes of exhibitionism, anal play and light restraint.
Excerpt
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just go
with the first one they show me. Fuck it, it’s a cake shop. They’ll all be
bloody nice.” He glanced at Miller then back to me. “Do you mind if I make a
call while you—?”
“Not at all, go ahead.” I waved him to the seat. “This
is my last time with Miller anyway, so I’m sure he’ll behave.”
Miller’s jaw was tense. His eyebrows drew low and a
small muscle flexed in his cheek.
Barry pulled out his phone and, without glancing at me
again, dropped his bulk into the chair—the legs scraped on the hard floor. He
started scrolling over the screen.
“Come on,” I said to Miller.
He followed me into the clinical room.
I walked up to the counter and reached for my tray of
equipment.
“Lacey.”
I startled. He was right behind me.
He set his hands on the work surface, one either side
of my body, trapping me against it with his torso.
“What?” I whispered, glancing at the door, my head
brushing his.
“Tomorrow,” he murmured, his mouth right against my
ear.
A thrill and a chill went through me as my neck and
scalp tingled and tightened at his nearness.
“What about it?” I placed my right hand over his,
cupping his hard knuckles. It was a bold move, but touching him was what I
craved—I couldn’t help myself.
I heard him pull in a breath. “Meet me.”
“Where?”
“Anywhere you fucking want. Just be there.” He paused
and pushed a little harder against me.
His groin, the outline of his cock, semi-hard, nestled
against the crack of my buttocks.Lust blazed through my veins. Damn it,
tomorrow was too long to wait.
But we had to.
“There’s a pub, round the corner from here,” I said.
“The Cow and Slipper.”
He turned his hand and gripped my forearm. His
fingertips pressed over my pulse points, his fingers were big and dark against
the delicate veiny underside of my wrist.
“I’ll be there at noon,” he said.
“So will I.”
“Thank you.” He pressed his cheek against my ear. The
weight of his head was heavy against mine.
I leaned into him. The daring, risky move heightened
all of my senses. His chest against my shoulders, his breath on my cheek and
his stubble against my temple. And damn, his body shoved into mine, his cock
pushing through clothes against my arse. I wanted it. All of it.
“We’ll take it slow,” he whispered. “Get to know each
other without a boss watching over us. Speak freely about what we want. I’m not
in it for a lay. What we have is special. I’m doing this because I want
you—always have, from the first time I saw you.” He paused. “But you know
that.”
I swallowed and turned. I did know that.
He released my wrist.
I looked up at him. This was the closest we’d ever
been. I was surrounded by him, wrapped up in him. It was where I wanted to be.
He leaned a little closer and his chest brushed
against mine.
My nipples drew into pinched peaks, scraping against
the inner cups of my bra.
“I thought of you last night,” he said. He lifted his
hand and caressed my cheek. The small hard patches of skin, from where he banged
weights, scratched against my flesh.
“What did you think?” I asked, my hands hovering. I
wanted to touch him but didn’t dare, for fear that I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I glanced at the door again.
“Shh, it’s okay. I can still hear him talking,” he said.
“Maybe you should tell me tomorrow, when we don’t have
to rush.” My heart was racing, adrenaline swamping my system. The thought of
Barry catching us like this had me on a knife’s edge, but I couldn’t push
Miller away. Barry had been instructed to behave like Miller might be a danger
to me, yet I’d never felt safer than at this moment with Miller’s full
attention—with Miller, big, bad now-tamed Miller, looming over me.
I knew what he was, what he was capable of, but he’d
been reformed. He was being let out. The judge, the crown, had decided he’d
paid for his crimes and he was no longer a danger to society.
Which meant he wasn’t a danger to me.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow then,” he said, lowering his
head. “If that’s what you want.”
I stared into his dark eyes, at the way his lashes
pointed slightly downward. They weren’t curled, and he had a tiny freckle like
a teardrop under his left eye. I hadn’t noticed that before. Hadn’t been close
enough.
“I’ll look after you, hen,” he whispered. “Don’t ever
be afraid of me. I’m not violent. I’m a good man now. I’ll be your good man for as long as you’ll have
me. I promise. I won’t hurt you.”
“I’m not…scared, that is.”
“Good.” He leaned closer still. I looked at his lips.
I could see every tiny dent and crease on them, his top one was thinner than
the bottom and with stubble peppered right up to the outline.
Fuck,
is he going to kiss me?
We couldn’t.
Not here.
Not now.
“No,” I mouthed.
He pressed his closed lips to mine. They were dry, yet
soft. He held my head in both of his hands and pushed his hard body forward,
trapping me against the counter.
I whimpered and clung to his forearms. Terror and
desire warred within me. I’d lose my job. He could lose his good-behavior
privilege and be held for the remainder of his sentence.
It was the most reckless kiss I’d ever experienced,
yet also the gentlest, sweetest connection I could ever remember.
He pulled back.
I opened my eyes.
His were still shut.
He furled his tongue over his bottom lip, as though
tasting me there.
“Jesus,” he said quietly. “How the hell am I going to
get through this last night without you?”
“Stop.” I rested my hands on his chest and pushed.
“Please, save this for tomorrow.” Again I threw a glance at the door.
“Okay.” He opened his eyes, released me and stepped
back. He held up his palms as if surrendering. “This last bit is the hardest
though. I guess it’s like running a marathon. It’s all shit but the last mile?
The last hundred yards? That’s what really gets you here.” He banged his chest.
“It’s the shitiest bit.”
“I suppose.” I rubbed the tip of my index finger on my
lips, reliving the sensation of his mouth on mine.
“Fucking genius you are, Lacey,” Barry said, walking
in.
A flash of surprise went over Miller’s face.
Alarm must have crossed mine too.
Neither of us had heard him finish his conversation or
been aware of him approaching the clinical room.
Bloody hell. If he’d come in ten seconds ago…no, make
that five seconds ago.
5* “It's been a while since I read anything by Lily
Harlem, and as always, I thoroughly enjoyed this story. It may seem like this
is going to be your typical good girl falls for the bad boy, but she's thrown
in a few surprises that had me turning the pages as quick as I could to find
out what was going to happen. I definitely recommend this bad boy romance!”
5* “I finished reading this book a few days ago and it
is still playing on my mind!”
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.
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!
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