The Silk Tie by Lily Harlem
“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you’ll LOVE
The Silk Tie.”
New
from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that
celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a
third into her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored.
Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley,
Gabe and Brent.
The
Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers
Back cover information
Professional life in the City of London
is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the
motto work
hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along
that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game.
But there's always private sides to the ones
you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing
Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet
soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s
needs and exactly what I have to do.
But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of
two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and
a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing
the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same
again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our
bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?
Excerpt
After placing the
papers on the desk and setting down my purse, I put my iPhone on charge. There
was no message from Gabe.
“You can’t…you can’t
go in there. You don’t have an appointment.”
I turned at the
sound of Jeannie’s panicked voice.
“Sir, really you
can’t,” she said again.
I stepped toward the
door.
“Sir. I have to
insist…”
A man—tall, wearing
a suit and with dense facial hair—strutted into the center of the room, placed
his hands on his hips and set his gaze on me.
“Brent?”
“Please, you must
leave.” Jeannie appeared, twisting her hands together and shifting from one
foot to the other.
“It’s okay,” I said,
not tearing my attention from Brent. His expression was dark, his mouth,
usually upturned, a dead-flat line. “I’ll handle it from here.”
“Are you sure? Shall
I call security?” Jeannie asked.
I wasn’t sure. He
was breathing fast and his eyebrows were pulled low. Something had really
pissed him off.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I
nodded. “Just shut the door please, Jeannie.”
“Good idea,” Brent
said, his voice low and husky.
Jeannie hesitated.
I nodded at her. “It’s
fine.”
She frowned then
pulled the door up.
The second it
clicked shut Brent moved toward me, fast.
I backed up.
My shoulders hit the
polished paneling that clad the walls of my office. I couldn’t move any
farther.
“What the hell,” he
said, coming up close then pressing his palms against the wood either side of
my head, “do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” I asked,
gulping and looking up at him.
“Jesus Christ, don’t
pretend you don’t know.”
“I have no idea what
you’re talking about,” I managed, flattening my hands behind myself and pulling
in fast breaths.
I knew exactly what
he was talking about.
“Gabe,” he said,
lowering his face. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
I could feel the air
leaving his lungs through his nose as it washed over my cheeks. His aftershave
invaded my nostrils and laced my tongue. The heat of his body radiated onto
mine, blasting through my silky blouse as though it wasn’t even there.
“What about Gabe?” I
asked, tilting my chin.
“He’s just asked me
to fuck him.” His eye contact was unwavering. “And he told me that it was your
idea.”
“What? No, that’s
not right.”
“Which bit of that
isn’t fucking right, Hayley, because it all sounds pretty fucking not right to me?”
I gathered my
strength and refused to be intimidated by him. “You can’t deny you like Gabe.”
I gave him a steely glare.
“That’s not the
issue.” He narrowed his eyes.
“And he likes you,”
I snapped back.
“All of that is
irrelevant because he’s married…to you.”
“Which surely means,
if there is one person who can give Gabe permission to fuck someone else, it’s
me. His wife.”
His mouth opened
slightly and he stared at me.
“What?” I asked. “It
makes sense. Gabe’s got a crush on you, I suppose that is one way of describing
it, and he wants you, badly, he—”
“He’s not even
bloody gay.”
“No, but he must
have elements of being bi for him to be feeling this way.”
Brent stepped away,
turned and locked his fingers on the crown of his head with his elbows
outstretched.
“Brent,” I said,
pushing away from the wall. “Please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad…just…”
“What?”
“Confused, I
suppose.” He dropped his hands and turned to me as he sighed. The hardness had
gone from his face.
“Why?” I moved to my
desk and leaned my behind on it, kept my arms at my sides in an effort to look
open and available for him to express his feelings to. It was a tactic I used
with clients. “Tell me, Brent. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are.” He
sat in one of the two chairs in front of my desk and sighed. “I like you,
Hayley, a lot, and I like Gabe too. I care about him.”
“And do you fancy
him?”
“I’m not gay
either.” He paused and appeared to summon courage. “But I am bi. I have been
with a man before.”
I nodded and kept my
expression neutral even though there was something electrifying about his
admission. No longer a rumor but a solid fact he was able to share with me.
“And would you want
to be with Gabe that way?” I asked. Again words were coming out of my mouth
that I wouldn’t believe I could utter. This time last month this conversation
would be ludicrous.
“Do I want Gabe that way,” he repeated.
I waited for him to
go on.
“Yes, in a word.
He’s bloody gorgeous and damn sexy too, but I don’t need to tell you that,
Hayley. Heck, you married him.”
I smiled. “He is
gorgeous and sexy, and also the most passionate, loving person I’ve ever met.”
I paused. “His happiness is also my responsibility and right now, him not being
with you the way he wants to be is screwing with his mind.”
“Have you had a
third person in your relationship before?”
“No, it’s always
been just us. We’re strong, our bonds are tight, but…”
“And you’re willing
to risk it all.”
“Perhaps it’s a risk
for it not to happen.”
“Bloody hell…” He
pressed his hands over his face and looked at me from over his fingertips.
“You’re really are deadly serious.”
“Yes.” I sat on the
seat at his side. “I am. He’s been on edge, preoccupied. I know he loves me,
would die for me, we’ve been in each other’s lives for a long time now, there’s
nothing that will tear us apart.”
“Except me. Maybe I
will.”
“Do you really
believe that?”
“It would be my
worst nightmare to split you two up. Seeing you and Gabe together makes me very
happy. You have something special, something I’ve hunted for, seen glimpses of,
but never truly found.”
I reached out and
rested my fingers on the sleeve of his gray suit jacket and rubbed my thumb on
the smooth material. “Gabe and I are strong. Strong enough to cope with this.”
I paused, hoping to hell that we were. “If you feel the same way about Gabe
then this can happen. I don’t have a problem with it.”
He stared at me,
long and hard, then, “You’re right, I do want to fuck him.”
My belly clenched
and I squeezed my internal muscles. This might actually happen for Gabe.
“But I have one
condition,” he said, leaning back and folding his arms. His suit jacket bunched
at the lapels.
“What’s that?” I
asked.
“You’re there. You
watch us.”
“You can’t be
serious.” I knotted my fingers together and gripped them in my lap. “Why
would…?” Much as the idea appealed, I’d never thought it would become reality.
“You remember that
film, Indecent Proposal? Robert
Redford I think it was.”
“Yes. What about
it?” I laughed but the sound caught in my throat.
Brent reached out,
rested his palm over my clasped hands. “It screws him up, the husband. After
his wife has spent a night with another man for a huge sum of money, he
obsesses about what they did, how they were together. Was there love or was it
just sex? Had she had more fun with the rich guy than with him?”
I nodded. I’d seen
the film.
“That’s what causes
the problems,” Brent went on. “They had a million in the bank but the husband’s
imagination, his not knowing, was a much bigger problem than being poor.”
“And you think I’ll
be like that?”
“I don’t know. You
seem pretty…cool with the idea at the moment.”
“I am. I’ve given it
a lot of thought.”
He lifted his hand
from mine and shifted on the seat.
I glanced at his
groin and wondered if he was getting hard talking about screwing my husband.
“Okay,” I said. “It wasn’t how I thought it would go. But yes, I’ll be there.”
A flush traveled over my skin just at saying that. I could hardly begin to
think how horny it would make me to actually see them together, for
real—fucking.
Brent stood, slid
his hands down the front of his suit jacket then straightened his tie. “You can
tell him yes for me. I’m afraid I was a little harsh on him when he blurted it
out over a cheese panini in Costa. It had been the last thing I was expecting
him to say.”
“I will, but…” I
hated to think of Gabe being upset, confused by Brent’s reaction.
“Yes. I’ll call him
too.” He looked at his watch. “But right now I’m late for a meeting with my
bank manager, and I really have to run.”
“Yes, of course.”
He walked to the
door.
“Brent,” I called.
“What?” He turned
and a long shard of sunlight sliced over his face and down his body.
“Thank you.”
He smiled and swept
his tongue over his bottom lip. “I should be the one thanking you.”
Lily Harlem Bio
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 Ellora's Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and
Sweetmeats Press. Her
Hot Ice
series 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 Glass Knot and Scored have been
blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.
Her
novel,
Breathe You In, a
super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with
you for years to come, was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of
2013.
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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