Rule
Breaker, a dark erotic romance novel by Lily Harlem, is out now from Totally Bound and all
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| Prison bars |
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
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| Miller |
“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.
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!
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