IN EXPERT HANDS BY LILY
HARLEM
I am so excited to have Lily Harlem back visiting my blog, her work is remarkable and I for one stalk her!
I have recently read In Expert Hands and there was no mistaken this book had to be awarded 5* and here is my review on Amazon and Goodreads
Review
Oh my goodness, amazing-balls comes to mind with this book. Lily Harlem has yet again left me loving her work. The story flowed perfectly giving me the full vision and depth. I also enjoyed the surprises on their journey.
I loved this book from start to finish. This book was HOT! I loved the main characters Imogen and Kane. Kane Ward just blew me away, strong, dominant, very successful and just had the electrifying sexiness. Imogen again a strong, independent woman, yet when in the expert hands of Kane, finds herself entering another world, a whole new lifestyle, yet, remaining to keep her independence. Only will Kane move his world to allow Imogen to keep her defiant personality?
Now You've read my review, time to let Lily share the amazing book!
Out now from Lily Harlem, a hot new BDSM billionaire novel – IN
EXPERT HANDS – available from Amazon
Back cover information
Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London
home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in
control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the
best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts,
jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time
to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of
kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen
it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced
with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps
and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands
and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined
in her wildest dreams.
IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is
featured in the Brit Babes SEXY
JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy - it’s available from all good
ebook retail outlets at a bargain introductory price - and let yourself fall into
the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers, but remember to call them Sir if
you’re wearing their collar!
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Excerpt from IN EXPERT
HANDS 18+
“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.
“I’m okay, unless you want one.”
“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So
shall we go straight into a playroom?”
“If that’s what you want?”
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He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to
satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”
They stepped toward the bar.
Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain
mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”
“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s
but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.
He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was
genuine.
“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.
“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the
most of my free time by coming here.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his
eyebrows. “You have company.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.
“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”
Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his
break from the ordinary commented on. “
No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get a
chance to catch up later.”
“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass
of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening
here at Sub Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”
“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept
his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts
and finally on her boots.
Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”
After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,”
she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”
“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to
play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no
right to look at you like that.”
“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”
“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I
outrank him. He should show more respect.”
“You outrank him?”
“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He
ushered Imogen into the new room.
Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate
vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped
behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist
“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips
brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.
She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she
couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her.
“It’s…sexy.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask
rubbing against her temple. “What else?”
She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles,
each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and
spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of
equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.
There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on
more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared
enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.
“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material
covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”
Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main
thing that had captured her attention.
A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with
her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms,
crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.
Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a
velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying
the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.
Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her
nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.
The man hit again.
The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s
view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a
flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.
“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.
“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she
knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in
on herself and only her body and sensation existed.
“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working
his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”
“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”
“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are.
They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb
and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”
“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying
thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding
vows.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers
around her collar and brushing her skin.
A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.
The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.
Imogen stared at the spectacle.
“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken
through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure
that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel
complete.”
“And that includes this. Beating?”
“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it
includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their
kink.”
Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly
behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened
around his hips. He pushed forward.
The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.
He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.
“He’s…” Imogen said.
“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’s getting exactly what
she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was
turning him on.
Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with
urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for
them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair,
her hips. His hands were all over her.
Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.
“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.
Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they
were and what they were watching.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and holding her face. “Tell me
what you’re thinking?”
“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That
she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?
“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you
to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and
sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that
pleasure?”
She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her
hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to
bursting point.
It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.
“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to
me.”
“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”
He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her
teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes
is enough.”
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling
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.
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
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