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Secrets Lives

Do you have a secret? That one thing that no one knows about you?

With the releases under Totally Bound’s new imprint, What’s her Secret, and my book Last Call, I have been thinking about what secrets people have.

They can be big or small. They can be naughty or nice.

Secrets can be just about anything.

I’d love to be able to reveal some great mysterious secret but honestly…I got nothing! Lol!

So I thought I’d share about my decision to write and how most people take it.

When asked, I say I write paranormal romance, I don’t really get into the erotic aspect of things. I figure once people look at my website or go to Totally Bound’s they will figure it out. I mean have you seen the sexy covers I have. OMG, they are hot!!!!!!

So I guess for people who don’t know me are probably surprised that I do in fact write erotic paranormal romance.

To the stranger on the street, they have no idea when they walk beside me on the street, that I’m making up a story about them in my head. Either they are going to get ravished by a dominant werewolf or they might be the next victim of the naughty vampire.

Now the people closet to me do know. My husband, siblings, parents, and even my daughter know what I write. Although I won’t let me fifteen year old daughter read any of my works yet. Even the people that I work with, as my day job, know and are supportive.

When I was asked to write a book for the Totally Bound’s imprint What’s her Secret? I was thrilled! I absolutely loved the concept and sat down to start to plan.

I felt that the best way to outline was to think about what I would like to read. If I could figure out what the characters secret was.

It shouldn’t come as a shock to most of my readers that I decided to go with the paranormal. It’s what I enjoy the most. Like I always say to my husband… I read paranormal before it was cool. Lol!

So in my short story ‘Last Call’ we met Piper Maxwell. Piper has spent the last several years running from her past. Working for Jace Anderson, Piper must decide if she’s ready to stop running.

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Last Call Blurb:

Haunted and on the run, Piper must decide—trust Jace with her secret, or leave, breaking both their hearts?

Ex-Marine Jace Anderson has followed orders his entire life. Now free of the bonds that held him, he has started over in a new town with his own bar. He’s even found the woman he plans to settle down with. If he can keep her from running, that is.

Piper Maxwell never stays in one place for long. She’s learned to stay two steps ahead of the past that haunts her. Moving on has never been a problem until she meets Jace. Jace calls to a part of her that she long ago buried. And she knows if he finds out what she’s hiding he will run as far and fast as possible.

Jace must convince Piper he will remain by her side always. That vow is tested when Piper’s past finally catches up with her.

Will Jace and Piper be able to find their happily ever after or will the start of their relationship also be the end? 

This short story gives us the very first look at Piper and Jace’s journey. But one of the reasons I was so excited about this new imprint are the special features.

If you buy Last Call from Totally Bound, you will be treated with a special extra. An alternative ending! This is such a different and neat addition that I want everyone to know about!

Now available: The release of Totally Bound’s What’s her Secret box set.

This is also something new that Totally Bound has started to offer. The first six books in the What’s her Secret? Imprint all available together for one low price.

What’s her Secret Box Set Purchase Link:'s her secret
What’s her Secret? Box Set Blurbs
'Secret Seductress' by Geraldine O'Hara
When you’ve fancied someone for a long time and finally get into the bedroom with him, things start hotting up!
Mandy is known as the girl everyone turns to for a good laugh and some fun, but she’s hiding a secret from the friends she usually hangs out with in the local pub, The Rusty Nail. She’s fallen for one man in their group, Leon, a sexy-as-sin piece of deliciousness who gives off the impression he’s a bit of a rake. Mandy doesn’t care—rake or not, she wants him, but the question is, how do you ask a friend out without ruining that friendship?
Thanks to a quirk of fate, Mandy is able to become someone else—a wanton sex siren who gives her the confidence to be whoever she wants to be in the bedroom. Leon has no idea about Mandy’s desire for him, so in a sexy outfit, stockings and high heels, Mandy’s ready to give him the time of his life.
'The Submissive's Secret' by Natalie Dae
Lori must prepare herself for the flogging of her life.
Lori has been keeping a secret from her friends. She’s being taught the lifestyle by a Swedish Dom, Jaska. Soon it’ll be time for him to let her go, but there’s one issue. She’s fallen in love with him and he doesn’t know it. With two secrets on her mind, plus knowing her relationship with Jaska will soon end, Lori isn’t sure what to do. Their play enthrals her, and she’s found it’s the only thing that makes her feel alive. She has one last scene she’d like to act out with him—and that’s a good and painful thrashing with a tawse.
Jaska collects her and whisks her away to his home. His dungeon is a place Lori feels immediately at ease in, and when she spies the flogging horse, she knows she has to climb aboard. And when she does, she discovers that what she’s experienced with him up until that point is eclipsed by pleasure and pain so great she doesn’t even know her own name…
'Ashes to Flames' by Nichelle Gregory
Ashes to flames… their love has always stood the test of time.
After searching almost a year, Sabria has begun to lose hope she will reunite with her blood-bonded mate, Jai. All she can think about is finding him and reigniting their fiery passion while there is still time. Sabria is overjoyed when she locates Jai against all odds, but her relief is short-lived when she discovers he has no recollection of her and worse yet, he is happily engaged.
Jai senses an immediate connection to Sabria the moment he lays eyes on her. Devoted to his fiancée, Jai is wary of the strange bond between him and Sabria. He wants to keep his distance, but finds himself seeking answers to secrets only Sabria can provide. Blindsided by the truth and an unexpected tragedy, Jai knows he needs to somehow set things right before time runs out and he and Sabria are lost to one another once again.
'Last Call' by Crissy Smith
Haunted and on the run, Piper must decide—trust Jace with her secret, or leave, breaking both their hearts?
Ex-Marine Jace Anderson has followed orders his entire life. Now free of the bonds that held him, he has started over in a new town with his own bar. He’s even found the woman he plans to settle down with. If he can keep her from running, that is.
Piper Maxwell never stays in one place for long. She’s learned to stay two steps ahead of the past that haunts her. Moving on has never been a problem until she meets Jace. Jace calls to a part of her that she long ago buried. And she knows if he finds out what she’s hiding he will run as far and fast as possible.
Jace must convince Piper he will remain by her side always. That vow is tested when Piper’s past finally catches up with her.
Will Jace and Piper be able to find their happily ever after or will the start of their relationship also be the end? 
'Her Secret Ingredient' by Lisabet Sarai
Stir in a pinch to stir up his passion…
When the Tastes of France food channel offers Mei Lee “Emily” Wong a series of guest spots, she jumps at the opportunity to take her culinary career to a whole new level. Ultimately, she wants a show of her own, but first she has to prove herself to Michelin-starred network founder and effective dictator, Etienne Duvalier. A legend in the world of classic French cuisine as well as a domineering perfectionist, Etienne is sceptical about the culinary abilities of a woman from Hong Kong. To make things more difficult, the master chef is also so gorgeous that Emily can't help being attracted to him.
Emily tries to solve both problems by spiking her luscious profiteroles with an ancient Oriental aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Harry Sanborne, the low-key, bespectacled producer for Emily's show, samples the delicacies she intends for Etienne's consumption. His powerful reaction to her secret ingredient comes as a pleasant surprise to them both. Harry turns out to be far more impressive in bed than on the set. However, he can't do nearly as much to advance her ambitions as Etienne. Emily tries once more to tempt the exacting M. Duvalier with her special cooking as well as her feminine charms. The outrageous results threaten to end her TV career forever—until Harry steps in to save her reputation and claim her heart.
'Secret Identity' by Stacey Lynn Rhodes
Sienna knows anything can happen when working undercover, but falling for a suspect while in her secret identity has got to be the worst mistake she's ever made.
It was the easiest undercover job Sienna Reynolds had ever got into character for. Used to mostly boring, buttoned-up corporate roles, she could bring her real self out to play and instead of hiding her tats and piercings, they were fully out on display. That, of course, made her instantly recognisable to her sexy dance partner from the club last week when he walks in the door. But Sienna's very good at what she does…and it was no coincidence that she had met him then and runs into him now.

The attraction between them is still off the charts, but Sienna has a job to do and part of that is treating as a suspect everyone associated with the business she's infiltrating. One fact she knows for sure—Greg Mazzeo is keeping a secret too, and she needs to find out what it is as soon as possible. 
I love the new box sets. As a reader I am always looking for more stories to pick up.
The new box sets let you pick up several books that are similar in nature and give you the opportunity to try something new!
Coming Soon! What’s her Secret? In Print

If you prefer to hold a book in your hand, I have news for you… In December the first What’s her Secret collection will be available in print!

And I’m still not done!

Last Call was just the beginning of Piper and Jace’s story!

Coming in 2014 Piper and Jace will be back! That’s right, Piper might have defeated the foe of her past but now what? She has no idea where to go from there. Luckily Jace is by her side and has some thoughts about that.

The follow-up book to Last Call will be a novel length story that will show how Piper comes to terms with her true self.

So I hope you will pick up Last Call or better yet the box set of What’s her Secret? Sit back with a glass of wine or whatever your preferred beverage is and get lost in someone else’s secrets. I can assure you, you’ll enjoy all the stories!

Crissy Smith



An Unusual Theme for a Sweet Erotic Romance

I’ve chosen an unusual theme for my sweet erotic romance between an adoring and long-married Regency couple – childbirth.
Yes, there’s lots of sex in Lady Lovett’s Little Dilemma, but there’s also fear and longing, betrayal and disappointment. I think these elements which we are all familiar with, really add to the payoff in those final, heartfelt paragraphs.
Cressida, my lovely, 26-year-old heroine has had five children in eight years and is more in love than ever with her husband. However, she’s terrified a sixth child will kill her. Her own mother died in childbirth with her sixth child and Cressida’s last child, born just over a year previously, came after a difficult labour which almost killed her.
Since then she’s been too terrified to welcome her gorgeous husband, Tristan, into the marital bed. He doesn’t know what to think, because until the final stages of her last pregnancy she'd always been so enthusiastic; and poor Cressida can’t bring herself to speak the truth for she’s torn between the desire for the passion she’d once experienced, and knowing that she must do her duty – even if it kills her. As a Regency woman of her times she has no idea there are methods of minimizing pregnancy and has been indoctrinated into being passive when it comes to obeying her husband.
But when she learns in public and dramatic circumstances that her husband has apparently returned to the arms of his previous lover, Cressida’s passivity turns to primal desperation to do what she must to win him back.
With the aid of a woman (who is not all that she appears), Cressida learns about contraception and bedroom matters, before embarking upon a bold charade to win back Tristan’s love which takes both husband and wife on an adventure of a lifetime.
Misconceptions are stripped away and by the end of the book there’s not just one Happy Ever After, but in fact three.
That’s why Lady Lovett’s Little Dilemma is one of my favourite sweet erotic romances.
Here’s an extract in which Cressida, dressed in widow’s weeds, ventures to the house of ill repute she’s heard so much about to see if  the rumours are true. At Mrs Plumb’s Salon she finds Tristan at a desk in a quiet room at the back of the house.
But what of his real reasons for telling her he’d be at his club?
Justin was busy working at something. She knew that his look of polite interest masked the fact that his mind was completely on his task.
He was here…alone. There was a document in his hands. Not a woman.
And he had no idea who his new visitor was. Cressida could say anything, do anything…
The sense of being an actress in a play took hold. Boldly she went over to him, standing in his light just a couple of feet away.
Now his smile was distant and there was a slight wariness in his tone as he murmured, “I think you have lost your way, madam, for the front door is down the corridor to your right. Shall I show you the way?”
She did not move, did not falter as she gazed up at him through her heavy veil. Justin was here at Mrs Plumb’s, exactly where she’d dreaded she’d find him, but his concentration on a particular document suggested his interest in the place was not the women.
Of course it was not, and how like Justin. Justin was just as likely to be concerned over the use of child labour as the rescue of fallen women, but had not wanted to hint to his protected wife that his work involved him with such depraved creatures.
All Cressida’s doubts about Justin’s constancy dissipated to be replaced by the unadulterated joy at the prospect of being taken in his arms once again.
Yet as she stepped forward she felt again the slightest stirring of doubt. Catherine always told her she was much too credulous for her own good.
“Mrs Plumb told me I’d find the gentleman I was looking for in this room.” She made her voice softer, breathier. Holding the back of the sofa she turned, swaying slightly towards him, striving for a tone and gesture both appealing and vulnerable. Justin’s chivalrous impulses were easily stirred. She wanted to see the effect she had on him when she was not his wife but a stranger. An appealing, interested stranger.
She raised a trembling hand to her mouth. “I am a widow, sir. I lost my beloved husband a year ago. Mrs Plumb directed me here. She said you were a kind man who’d listen…if I wanted to talk.”
Despite the dimness of the room she saw indecisiveness cross his face. Justin was a kind man but how far would he allow himself to be swayed by a lonely widow? How much did she want him to be?
She caught herself up. This was madness. She had no desire to be confronted by her husband’s weaknesses—if he had any—yet here they were, in a cosy, intimate setting, where each could pretend to be someone else.
It was too much to resist.
Lowering herself onto the sofa, she tilted her head in invitation. “Just five minutes of your time, sir. Perhaps you knew my husband?” 

I hope you enjoyed that teaser of an exchange. Doubt is such a poisonous emotion and to put it into words hints at the distrust one is at such pains to hide. The only way to discover the truth, Cressida learns, is to stray from her safe, predictable path… and take risks.


I am the author of eight historical romances published by Pan Macmillan Momentum, Robert Hale, Ellora's Cave and Total-e-Bound. Recently I won UK Women's Fiction publisher Choc-Lit's Search for An Australia Star competition with my suspenseful, Regency espionage Romance The Reluctant Bride, written under my Beverley Eikli name.

I’ve been shortlisted twice for a Romance Readers of Australia Award in the Favourite Historical category — in 2011 for A Little Deception, and in 2012 for my racy Regency Romp, Rake’s Honour, published by Total-e-Bound. (It recently earned an 8.0 rating from RomCon, with responses averaged over 120 readers.)

I wrote my first romance when I was seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, I discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so my romance-writing career ground to a halt and I became a journalist.

After throwing in my job on South Australia's metropolitan daily The Advertiser to manage a luxury safari lodge in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana, I discovered a new world of romance and adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the handsome Norwegian bush pilot I met around a camp fire.

Twenty years later, after exploring the world in the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland's ice cap, I’m back in Australia teaching in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education and Macedon Ranges Further Education.
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Does Size Matter?

Post by Lily Harlem

When it comes to cocks of course it matters! Not necessarily that it has to be big, it just has to fit. Like keys in a lock, their sizes matter. Too big, too small and it ain’t going to work.

As an author, publishers frown on actual dimensions when writing about our heroes dangling bits – it’s not the right thing to do and to be honest this rule makes sense. For example, I wouldn't write “She pulled down his zipper, sneaked in her hand then gasped as eight inches of pulsing manhood lunged into her palm.” (Ha, ha, now I have a fab mental image of a big cock doing lunges and warming up for his run around the athletic track! – sorry, my odd mind!)

However, back to the topic, when the opportunity is there, as kids and adults, men do compare cock size. In the restrooms, showers etc. And why not, it’s easy for them, their cocks are out there, on display, unlike vaginas, which we have to admit, are pretty well hidden, when it comes to their size and shape, ‘we’ have a hidden sex organ - not the outside lippy bits, the internals.

That doesn’t mean that women don’t have different sized vaginas, we do, and this is the point. A women might have tight, short vagina and fall for a guy with an ultra-big penis – it’s not going to work, pain and dissatisfaction will reign, similarly a woman with a bigger vagina might hook up with a guy who is below averagely endowed, neither will feel anything, frustration will drive them crazy.

So it is very fortunate that we have the ability to be creative when it comes to sex, we have many body parts – and lots of toys at our disposal. There are more ways than one to pleasure each other.

So size matters, but both partners size, and not only that, the human body is about so much more than a few inches which extend outward or inward. I like to think all of my heroes have beautiful cocks and know how to use them in a way that is right for the woman they are with.

Here is a snippet from The Unwholesome Adventures of Harita taken from the wedding night and Kamini's first encounter with a cock (or as Indian-born Damon calls it lavDa.). She now knows that the arrangement of her marriage has been perfect and is already wearing love balls, a gift from him - so it's all getting rather exciting...

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The door shut behind me with a quiet click.
“Go and stand by the mirror,” Damon ordered, his voice firmer than when we’d been outside the room.
An excited shiver snaked up my spine, and my pussy clenched around the balls. His commanding tone was deep and distinct and held an air of authority—he expected his wish to be complied with, there was no mistaking that.
Stepping obediently up to the mirror, I stared at my reflection. There was a rise of colour on my cheeks, but the kohl around my eyes was still in place and the scarlet lipstick I wore was lustrous and un-smudged. Damon’s face appeared over my shoulder. He took a lock of my shiny hair between two fingers and smoothed it down to the end that curled just at the level of my breast. As he smoothed his knuckles over the silk, my nipple tightened, protruding against the cup of my bra.
I gasped. My breath hitched, and my chest expanded.
“Mmm, you are indeed a very sexual woman, just as I suspected on our first meeting,” he murmured. “Which is just as well since you are now going to have to deliver what your sweet, dirty mouth talked about in the kitchen, but...” His gaze harnessed mine, and his thick eyebrows pulled low. “Just so we are clear, you will never, ever, use words like that again outside of the bedroom.” He caught my chin and lifted it upwards. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Damon, I understand.”
“Sir. In here you will only call me Sir. Once you step through this door, I am your master, you are here to please me.”
The change in his polite, restrained demeanour was startling and thrilled me all the more.
“Yes, Sir, yes, I understand.” An image of Harita, handcuffed to the bed and being thrashed with a crop sprang to mind. She always called Madan Sir when he was dominating her. Even when he had her in tears, begging for it to stop, she still called him Sir. That scene had hit my column three months ago and received delighted responses from fans.
“Good, now turn around.”
I turned and rested my back against the cool glass of the mirror. “Do you remember your words?”
I nodded.
“So put them into action.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and applied pressure—enough pressure to make my knees fold and my back slide downwards until I was face level with his groin. The metal balls inside me shifted, and I gripped them tight, wishing I could get more stimulation from them, enough to tip me into the climax that had been hovering all day.
“Unzip me,” he growled. “Take my lavDa into your sweet mouth. Don’t stop sucking until I tell you to.”
I risked a glance up as he leant forwards and placed his palms on the mirror above my head. His tense face had a pained, desperate look to it as he stared down at me. “Suck it, make love to it until I tell you to stop.”
I tugged down at the waistband of his pijamo, and he groaned as his cock, thick and erect, was released. My mouth watered as I looked at the heavily veined shaft and the smooth, mushroomed head. He had a wide slit, which was a darker rose colour than the flesh around it, and a tiny, silvery drop sat at the centre.
He was much bigger than I’d ever imagined he would be.
“Your hands, quickly,” he said in a strained voice. “Or you will be punished for disobeying me.”
Immediately I curled my fingers around the hot stalk, delighting in the satin-soft skin covering a rod as hard as marble. I pulled upwards and felt it bob, smoothed over the head, dipped my fingertip into the slit and spread the warm globule of viscous fluid around and back down the shaft.
“Ahh, yes, yes,” he panted. “That is good, but remember your words, you will take me into your mouth. Open up, Siyàra.”
I stretched my mouth wide. On some very basic level I knew that after doing this I would never be the same again. Taking Damon into my mouth, an act that was so rude and submissive, would change something between us. It would make my mouth his, an orifice he would use to take his pleasure whenever we were in this room and the mood took him.

Lily x


The little story that decided to become a novel

Recently the third part of my romantic m/m series, Calling the Shots, went on general sale.
The story of fumbling, learning-to-be Dominant Isaac and his topping-from-the-bottom submissive Tom took off as a short story about the committed and very much in love couple having a weekend of slightly kinky fun. And that would be it.

But that’s not how it went. By the time my editor had sent me the first round of edits, I realised that the gentlemen were still having a conversation in my head. So I asked if it was okay to make the story a bit longer. Oh, and before I forgot, was writing another story about them a problem? It wasn’t, as long as I made a third one as well, because it could become a series.

So, here are Facing the Truth, The Right Direction and Becoming Sir. What I intended to be a single story now begins to look like what most would consider a, be it short, novel.

Wait, did I just hear Isaac and Tom talk about what happened at the Club? Jealousy…Doms need to guard their boundaries as much as their subs do…trouble in paradise...?

Oh dear…

Calling the Shots is available at Totally Bound