Sexy as Hell Trilogy -
The Virgin,
The Player and The Vixen
By Harlem Dae
Sexy as Hell
is an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of
bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and
you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall
into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll
gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the
stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell
are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does
the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara
is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness;
she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she
needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her
needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a
lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her
barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her
newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note,
in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in
order.
Purchase Links:
Purchase Links:
Amazon US - The Virgin - The Player - The Vixen
Amazon UK - The Virgin - The Player - The Vixen
About the Sexy as Hell Novels
The Virgin – Book #1
London – one
meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of depraved new desires.
My journey to Hell started with a decaff coffee.
Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most
useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it
was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a
month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my
horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy
blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that
blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and
wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter,
steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there
and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like
flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch,
explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks
and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla
virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened
her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If
she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.
The Player –
Book #2
Tuscany – New
lovers, new lessons and an eruption of uncontrollable lust.
The real world was working for me, its pastel
shades and straight-and-narrow route a familiar path to tread. It suited me,
this normality; it was good for me too. Or so I thought, because the new light
in my life, Catherine, was not quite fulfilling my needs. Her lack of colour,
the weak whispers of her kisses were not touching my soul the way I’d become
accustomed to. I needed more.
More of everything in my darkly addictive rainbow;
the wicked wantonness of sin, the depraved pleasure of seedy seduction and the
prism of delight I took in being struck…and of doing the striking. I missed the
fireworks, the brilliant displays of Technicolor ecstasy that strung me out and
bared me to my bones. I wanted to go there again, and take Catherine, too, see
if I could have that pyrotechnic display with her. Did she have a riot of
vibrant shades beneath her skin or was she magnolia to the core?
My teacher, Zara, told me I could discover her
palette. That all I needed to do was show Catherine my world, my new world, the
one I’d never inhabited alone. Zara couldn’t come with me this time, she had a
new student now. I was on my own, it was down to me. Or was it?
It seemed my teacher had other ideas after all, and
when she sashayed back into my life with her rules and murmurs of
encouragement, I had no choice but to listen to her, take her advice, follow
her lead, even though I knew nothing ever ended well with her. But resistance
was futile, my protests fell on deaf ears. But that suited my plans, didn’t it?
The Vixen –
Book #3
Venice – Two
people, a shed load of baggage and a way forward that takes extreme to new
limits.
In an explosion of clarity, the mist cleared and I
understood what my lascivious teacher, Zara, really was beneath the surface. I
couldn’t see her beautiful core. Like a dank fog warning off poor unfortunates
who wandered her way, she wouldn’t let the darkness lift, refused to light the
way. But she gave me a key. It was small, stiff, and I was afraid of what I’d
find if I turned it. But I did. I couldn’t resist. She did that to me.
In a tumble of truths, I understood her bleak voids
and why she filled them with sharp slicing reds and hostile bruising purples.
What had happened, what they’d done had bled her of colour and created a woman
who needed so much more and always would—for all of time. But I could give her
back that vibrancy, I was sure I could; my colours complimented hers and I had plenty
of them. My needs could switch to take her to those grey places she needed to
visit again in order to obliterate the memories that caused her pain. In the
space they’d occupied, I’d create a pile of shimmering, perfectly cut-diamond
memories, a rainbow cloud of sugar mist to replace that dankness. I could do
it; I would help her become more beautiful than anything I’d seen before.
And within that new, delicate ‘thing’ was us.
Victor and Zara. Unconventional, extreme, romantic, we spanned every shimmering
stroke of the rainbow and all the coal-black shadows on the way down to Hell.
But together we could fight demons. I would be her knight in shining armour
even if it pushed me to the very limits of what I ever believed I could do to a
woman. And what thrilled me, was if I bared my soul, found the courage to be a
monster as well as an angel, I had a very real chance of making her mine—or did
I? Because the only thing predictable about Zara, was that she was completely
unpredictable.
About the Authors
Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae have been writing together for several years on top of their individual author projects. Their joint name is now Harlem Dae. They enjoy being represented by traditional houses including HarperCollins and Total-E- Bound as well as self-publishing their sexy stories on Amazon. Both live in the UK and gain great satisfaction from bouncing characters and their raunchy antics back and forth, growing, nurturing and stoking plot lines until they steam off the page and push boundaries. They consider themselves to be solitary, whacky, spontaneous and desirous for many things including perfection and are frequently caught sending messages back and forth referring to each other as Rodney and Delboy.
About the Authors
Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae have been writing together for several years on top of their individual author projects. Their joint name is now Harlem Dae. They enjoy being represented by traditional houses including HarperCollins and Total-E- Bound as well as self-publishing their sexy stories on Amazon. Both live in the UK and gain great satisfaction from bouncing characters and their raunchy antics back and forth, growing, nurturing and stoking plot lines until they steam off the page and push boundaries. They consider themselves to be solitary, whacky, spontaneous and desirous for many things including perfection and are frequently caught sending messages back and forth referring to each other as Rodney and Delboy.
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