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Hotties: Glenn Close

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I cut the hypocrisy and renamed this category ‘Hotties’ because ‘Inspirational Women’ sounded somewhat off the mark.

I’m currently obsessed with Damages. It’s smart and unpredictable and complex and Glenn Close is phenomenal as Patty Hewes. I’m in the process of writing a boss/protégée short story and it’s not hard to guess where I got my inpsiration.

The glasses, the power suits, the attitude… every episode makes me melt about a hundred times.

Glenn Close

In other news, Learning Curve will be officially out tomorrow and it will be available as a FREE download from Amazon for two days. Stay tuned.

Inspirational women: Jessica Biel

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Nice colour combinations… I mean, blue sofa, purple dress, pink lipstick. Not at all distracting.
Jessica Biel

Preview extract from Learning Curve

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Learning CurveI’m off sampling the sensuality of Shanghai, taking a little breather before my next ebook ‘Learning Curve’ is released next week. Here’s a snippet to whet your appetite.

Warning: this extract contains graphic language and f/f sex

Blurb
Ada’s company relocated her to Berlin provided that she’d take an intensive course in German. It proves to be a steep learning curve, until her teacher Giselle implements some alternative educational methods.

Learning Curve will be released on 25 July

 

Learning Curve © Harper Bliss 2012

“Please, Miss,” I say after biting her tongue playfully, causing it to disappear from my mouth. “Can I have a taste now?”

Her eyes glisten and she holds back a smile.

“What?” I start easing myself out from under her embrace.

“I do hope you give better head than you speak German.”

She bursts out laughing and I can’t control myself either. I bury my nose in her wild mane of hair and find her ear.

“I’ve had better teachers than you.”

I have my eyes back on her face just in time to see the look of playful indignation expressed in the ‘o’ of her mouth. I wink at her and move down to taste her nipples.

I cover them in hot saliva and trail my tongue along every inch of her breasts. The magnetic pull of her pussy is too strong though and I abandon her chest. I lock my eyes on hers while I travel south. Her face is bunched together in a look of pure desire, her lips puckered and open and her eyes covered by slitted eye-lids. I smell her tangy juices before I taste them. I want to dive in and savour them but, if anything, I know she likes it slow so I restrain myself. I treat her inner thighs to a shower of wet kisses while my nose drinks in her heady perfume. I anticipate the special moment of licking a new lover’s pussy for the first time. The mere thought of it makes my head spin. I sat across from this woman for weeks, dreaming of this while she tried to drill the difference between ‘Die’ and ‘Der’ into my distracted brain. To bury my lips between her legs now feels like an unexpected triumph, a victory of the heart, but I’m getting slightly ahead of myself.

My tongue slicks alongside her pubic hair and I let it tickle my nose. I position my hands under her buttocks and run my thumbs over that delicate curve where the behind joins the legs. My own juices start flowing again. The memory of how Giselle slowly drove me to orgasm earlier, so controlled and confident in the outcome, nudges my clit to attention. I glance up at her and strands of hair cling to her face. I don’t have the patience to make her wait any longer. My lips swell at the prospect of licking her and I take position. I blow gently over the length of her pussy and drink in the pink glistening sight of it. I circle my tongue around her clit and the aroma of her juices unleashes a long-buried passion inside of me. No matter what stands to happen after this, it’s already much more than sex for me now.

The first contact of my tongue on her clit sends a shiver up my own spine and Giselle’s quiet moan adds to the excitement. I sense fluids trickling down my thighs. My thumbs are so close to Giselle’s pussy they’re soon covered in her wetness. I’m startled by two hands tugging at my hair, pulling my face up.

“Turn around,” Giselle hisses, her breath hitching in her throat. “Sit on my face.”

Inspirational women: Cate Blanchett

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I’ve decided to take blogging a bit more seriously (aka post some pictures of hot women). I’ll be adding a few new categories in the coming weeks, including a free serialised erotic story, book reviews etc. But, as you can see, I’m starting with some good old leg cleavage. I think it sets the tone just right (and first impressions are so important.)
Cate Blanchett

New FREE Short Story

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I’ve just uploaded a brand new short story to the Free Stories section. It includes a volleyball injury, a hotel room and a pair of silk pyjamas. Oh, and it’s completely free. Here’s a preview:

NEW GIRL
© Harper Bliss 2012

Does it still hurt?” Nina asked.

Liz fingered the purple-blue bruise above her cheekbone. She glanced back at Nina in the mirror and tried not to scoff at her new teammate’s concern. This massive shiner was all her fault and she didn’t even realise. Too wrapped up in the impossible glossiness of Nina’s legs, Liz hadn’t seen the ball coming. It was a powerful smash delivered by the opposing team’s star player and, stupid as it may sound, Liz had forgotten to duck. She’d been so enthralled by the flexing muscles in Nina’s calves that she’d ignored the most important reflex of any volleyball player: protect yourself.

“Kind of.” Liz removed the useless make-up from her face. She remembered the days when half the team was made up of lesbians and they drove home after an away game, no matter how far. Nowadays, it seemed imperative that they book a cheap B&B so the youngsters could flirt all night with the male teams lingering about the cafeteria. Nearing twenty-nine, Liz knew she was on her way out and maybe it made her a tad bitter. Her lifetime volleyball companion Kate had to bow out of this game because of a knee injury―no doubt caused by too much wear and tear, they were the same age after all―leaving Liz to share a room with the new girl. Not that she minded that much. Her gaze followed Nina as she brushed her long unruly curls before tying them into a ponytail for bed. It was just a bit embarrassing at the moment.

“She was really gunning for you.” Nina shook her head and her ponytail bopped from left to right. “What a bitch.”

“It was my own fault. I was distracted.” Still looking at Nina’s reflection in the mirror, Liz pinned her eyes on her teammate’s hazel ones and stared for a moment too long. Nina had slipped out of her summer dress and wore nothing but a flower-patterned pair of shorts and a skimpy tank top. Did she not realise they were sharing the bed? As soon as Liz had heard she’d be bunking with Nina she’d invested in a navy silk pair of pyjamas which covered most of her skin―mainly as a measure of self-protection. The thought of inadvertently touching Nina during the night had made her a bit too moist for comfort.

“Oh yeah. By what?” Nina had moved to the edge of the bed and was applying moisturiser to her legs. Liz tried not to stare at them but, just like during the game, she couldn’t pull her gaze away.

“I don’t know.” Liz had to swallow before she could continue to speak. “Someone in the crowd, I guess.”

“Someone special?” Nina shot her a sly smile.

“Hardly.” Liz hadn’t met someone to refer to as special in a while. “Excuse me.” She grabbed her pyjamas, stepped into the tiny bathroom and closed the door behind her. Before splashing cold water in her face she examined herself in yet another mirror. Her cheek was swollen, narrowing her left eye. The bruise seemed to mock her and, admittedly, despite the dramatic purple-red edge of the contusion, it was her ego that was wounded most. She had no business lusting after someone who’d just graduated from university. Nina was barely twenty-one and even though they were only eight years apart in age, somehow, it felt more like eighteen―or eighty, now that she was feeling especially melodramatic about it.

[End of preview]

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In other news, the next novelette in my ‘Around The World’ Series (I’ve now unofficially called it that) ‘Learning Curve’ will be released on July 25.

Learning Curve Learning Curve

Ada’s company relocated her to Berlin provided that she’d take an intensive course in German. It proves to be a steep learning curve, until her teacher Giselle implements some alternative educational methods.

Available from Amazon only from July 25.

 

 

 

 

The Honeymoon

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The Honeymoon The Honeymoon is officially out today at a special launch price of $0.99 only for the coming week. From 12 July it will be available at its usual price of $2.99. So if you’re in the mood for an exotic threesome, get it now!

The Honeymoon is a sizzling novelette featuring a couple of newlyweds honeymooning in Phuket. When they encounter a mysterious Asian woman in their beach side resort, they decide to give each other a very special wedding gift.

Be warned though, this particular story comes with more than the usual ‘graphic language’ and ‘f/f sex’ caution… take my word for it, it is seriously raunchy. You can try it for $0.99, download a preview here or read the short extract below. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you because your cheeks will flush (and if they don’t please contact me or see a doctor).

Available from Amazon US, Amazon UK and Smashwords for $0.99 (promotional price only until 12 July!)

EXTRACT:

“You were dripping wet, babe,” Anna said, a smidgen of irony tainting her voice. “Yellow fever?”

Roz caught her breath and made her way to the bed. She pushed Anna down onto the stark white sheets and towered over her.

“It seems to be spreading these days,” she hissed into Anna’s ear, undoing her half torn-down bikini top. “I’m sure you won’t last longer than five minutes either.” Roz kissed Anna right next to her lips and felt her mouth stretch into a smile.

“Only because of your expert tongue.” She planted her hands in Roz’ hair and nudged her head down. Roz delayed briefly at Anna’s chest, dividing her attention between the two perfectly rounded domes. Anna’s nipples were so tiny and perfect, the way they reached up all perky and creased. Roz enjoyed their stiffness on her tongue and the testament they were to how her wife still longed for her—and the mysterious Asian woman.

Roz manoeuvred Anna out of her bikini bottom and savoured the tangy sweet smell of her pussy. It glistened and shone with wetness and Roz licked it up and down, her tongue only sparsely disappearing into the folds. Roz let her hands roam over Anna’s belly, her fingers travelling daintily over her hot skin. Anna’s head was already thrown back into the pillows, a soft sheen of sweat covering every inch of her. Roz delved deeper with her tongue and gave Anna’s clit a nudge along the way. A soft moan escaped Anna’s mouth, spurring Roz on to finish what they had started. This wasn’t a sexy lazy honeymoon afternoon. This was about getting off and going out there again, in search of the stranger who brought it on.

Roz rubbed Anna’s clit between her lips and allowed her tongue to slip down occasionally until she felt Anna squirm underneath her. She shoved her tongue as far into Anna as possible and tasted her salty stickiness.

“Yes, there, babe,” Anna groaned and Roz intensified her movements. She positioned one thumb right above Anna’s clit and focused all she had on licking her wife. She pouted her lips and applied pressure on Anna’s outer lips while her tongue kept penetrating, stopping every few seconds to let it swirl around the rim of her pussy. Anna pushed her body up now, brushing against Roz’ thumb and Roz noticed her breasts shaking to the joint rhythm of their movements.

“Oh God. Oh yes.” Anna started shuddering underneath Roz’ mouth, short uncontrollable movements Roz was so familiar with. Hair next, Roz thought, and sure enough, a moment later Anna’s hands gripped her hair, pulling at it and pressing Roz’ mouth into her. The trembling stopped and Anna released the pressure on Roz’s head.

Roz straightened herself and covered Anna’s sizzling skin with her cool limbs. Anna kissed her full on the mouth, lapping at the juices that still clung to Roz’ lips.
“Great honeymoon so far, babe,” she said. “And we haven’t even gotten to the toys yet.”

Book recommendation: How to Write Hot Sex

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How To Write Hot Sex

So you read Fifty Shades of Grey and thought you could do it better? You’re not alone. (I plead guilty and I’m not even halfway through book one.) Before you throw yourself at it, do yourself a favour and read How to Write Hot Sex.

I devoured this book over the weekend and can not recommend it enough. Ten published erotic romance writers each tackle a particular subject and shower the reader with advice. There’s even a section on how to write Male/Male romance. Not that I ever would (I’m the biggest fag hag you’ll ever meet, but my tastes reside elsewhere), but it was a cause for great glee (and I’d never heard of ‘pitching’ and ‘catching’ before.) At $4.99 it’s definitely worth the investment.

In other news, The Honeymoon will be released next week and Learning Curve, the next sexy story set in groovy Berlin, should be out before the end of July. After that, it will be time for a free short again.

Stay dry.

Wetter

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WetterWetter is out today. It’s short, steamy, very wet and FREE!

Rachel has had a crush on her spin instructor Toni for months. One late night visit to the locker room steam cabin transforms her fantasies into hot, steaming reality.

For now, it’s only available on Smashwords, which has all the formats known to mankind (or at least e-readers, apps and computers). It should be free on Amazon soon.

Not convinced yet? Here’s a little snippet.

“Take the cubicle across from me,” Toni commanded in her strict teacher’s voice. “I want to keep an eye on you.” Rachel was more than willing to oblige.

The shower cubicles closed with glass shields from both sides and Toni left hers ajar, inspiring Rachel to do the same. She set the tab to cold and the water was a shock to her system. Her nipples jumped to attention and blood pulsed through her veins. It was nothing compared to the effect catching glimpses of a showering Toni had on her. A sizzling fire burned in Rachel’s belly. It was now or never. This kind of opportunity wouldn’t come knocking again anytime soon. Maybe the fuss Toni had made over her was a pure act of kindness or plain professional concern, but Rachel believed it left a lot of room for alternative interpretations. Either way, she had the dizzy card to play again.

She gaped at Toni through the crack in the shower doors, at the white foam sliding down her skin and caressing her taut muscles. Rachel had been vaguely aware of it before, but there was no more denying it now, something was throbbing between her legs and she had twenty minutes to do something about it. She wasn’t planning on doing it herself.

I know it’s short, but it shouldn’t matter, because it’s FREE!

Happy weekend. Stay dry.

Currently working on…

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1. The Honeymoon

The HoneymoonA sizzling novelette featuring a couple of newlyweds honeymooning in Phuket. When they encounter a mysterious Asian woman in their beach side resort, they decide to give each other a very special wedding gift.

Teaser extract:

“You were dripping wet, babe,” Anna said, a smidgen of irony tainting her voice. “Yellow fever?”

Roz caught her breath and made her way to the bed. She pushed Anna down onto the stark white sheets and towered over her.

“It seems to be spreading these days,” she hissed into Anna’s ear and undid her bikini top, which was already half torn-down. “I’m sure you won’t last longer than five minutes either.” Roz kissed Anna right next to her lips and felt her mouth stretch into a smile.

“Only because of your expert tongue.” She planted her hands in Roz’ hair and nudged her head down. Roz delayed briefly at Anna’s chest, dividing her attention between the two perfectly rounded domes. Anna’s nipples were so tiny and perfect, the way they reached up all perky and creased. Roz enjoyed their stiffness on her tongue and the testament they were to how her wife still longed for her—and the mysterious Asian woman.

The Honeymoon will be available from online retail stores in early July.

2. Wetter

WetterA FREE (and sweaty) short story about Rachel, who’s had a crush on her spin instructor Toni for months. One late night visit to the locker room steam cabin transforms her fantasies into hot, steaming reality.

Wetter will be available on 25 June 2012. Subscribe to the mailing list if you want to get it delivered to your mailbox >>

 

 

 

 

Hired Help

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Hired Help

Hired Help, my first erotic e-book is out today! It’s set in Paris and it’s the first in a series of erotic stories set in the hottest places in the world.

Here’s the blurb:

Olivia’s girlfriend walked out on her months ago and she’s desperate for some action. Her best friend recommends some hired help.

Here’s a little preview >>

Hired Help is published by LadyLit and is currently available for $2.99 from Amazon US, Amazon UK, Smashwords and the LadyLit web shop. More online stores will follow soon.

Warning: This title contains graphic language and f/f sex.

Here’s a little extract (different from the preview) to whet your appetite:

Scarlet unbuttoned Olivia’s blouse, starting at the bottom and, without touching or exposing any skin, gradually made it to the top. Before she opened the two sides of fabric that covered Olivia’s breasts like a curtain hiding something delicious, she ran her lips all the way up and down Olivia’s neck, more breathing than kissing.

She fixed her gaze on Olivia again and, with a tantalisingly slow caress, escorted the blouse down Olivia’s arms until it fell to the floor. Olivia stood trembling against the wall, her nipples bulging hard against the lace of her bra. It wasn’t Scarlet’s actions so much–most women knew how to sensually undress a lover–as the complete confidence she displayed in them, erasing every second thought Olivia’d had about this afternoon. Soon she’d start to wonder why she hadn’t resorted to this earlier.

“Come on,” Scarlet whispered while kicking off her shoes. “Time to test the bed.” Olivia’s glance caught the alarm clock on the night stand. It was three twenty-three but she already knew she was going for the full five hours. She stepped out of her shoes and, having slightly gained composure again, along with the belief that her voice wouldn’t shake too much, addressed Scarlet, “As stunning as that dress looks on you, I think it’s time to take it off.”

“At your service, madam.” Scarlet presented her back to Olivia so she could zip her out of the gown. Her skin was so smooth and evenly bronzed that Olivia suspected Scarlet of coming from another galaxy, or at least another, more sun-kissed area than northern Europe. Scarlet’s ruby dress was now a silk puddle on the hotel room carpet. The only fabric left on her skin was a wine-coloured pair of panties. What a profession, Olivia thought, it doesn’t even require wearing a bra.

Scarlet faced Olivia in her almost naked glory and flipped open the button of her jeans. Once they had dropped to the floor as well, forming another mountain of discarded clothing, Scarlet backed onto the bed, her eyes never leaving Olivia’s face. Olivia crawled towards her on all fours, to that promising soft-skinned body that was all hers for the next hours, and looked forward to straddling Scarlet, but, as soon as she approached, Scarlet grabbed her by the wrists and made her lose balance. Scarlet tipped Olivia over and held her arms above her head with one hand, her long fingers pressing firmly into the delicate skin of Olivia’s wrists.

“Don’t move,” Scarlet said while peering deep into Olivia’s eyes. She reached for her bag which stood next to the bed and produced a red silk scarf. “Okay?” Scarlet asked and Olivia wouldn’t dream of declining the offer of being tied up. Scarlet’s breasts, which Olivia was more than ready to devour, swayed up and down while she tightened the scarf around Olivia’s hands and tied her to the bed. “This is why I like the George V,” she said, “the furniture is very functional.”

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