New Release! Serpent’s Kiss by Lisabet Sarai

Embracing the Shadows

What makes paranormal romance so popular? I’ve been pondering this question for a while. Readers, it seems, are happy to consume as many tales about vampires, shape shifters, ghosts and psychics as we authors can produce. You’d think that they’d get bored, but that doesn’t seem to happen. Why not?

I’ve got a theory. We’re all tempted by the dark side.

The realms of paranormal romance are vast, but most books offer characters with dual natures, torn between normal humanity and―otherness. The “other” aspect conveys special powers―unnatural strength, heightened sensation, hidden knowledge―but always at a price. The characters suffer because of their power. Blood-drinkers and half-beasts are ravaged by conscience because they maim or kill. Immortals bear the weight of lonely, isolated centuries and the pain of watching mortal companions wither and die.

In my novella Fin d’Espoir, vampire Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of his former mistress, guilty, bitter and alone. He has sworn to never again taste human blood, but when the woman he rescues begs him to take her, he cannot resist. My prescient hero Kyle in At the Margins of Madness can see the future but the fury of his visions drives him insane. In my new release Serpent’s Kiss, Jorge Pélikal is the incarnation of an ancient god but each time he makes love to his human mate he comes close to killing her.

In the paranormal genre, power and darkness go hand in hand. Yet somehow, we are attracted to the darkness. We brush the suffering aside; we want to feel the power. A vampire isn’t sexy when he’s fighting against his blood craving.  Only when he sweeps his victim into his arms and buries his fangs in her flesh does he make us breathless and moist.

How many books have you read where the human hero or heroine willingly submits to “the change”, the transformation that will make them “other” as well? How many characters, in contrast, manage to resist the pull of the dark side?  Not many. Normal mortal life seems absurd, bland and empty after you’ve tasted power. This is especially true because sex on the dark side in erotic romance is always more intense, more extreme, transcending the limits that bind ordinary humans.

Even a villain with supernatural powers tempts us. A well-written antagonist should invite enough identification that the reader can understand what moves him to do evil. The best bad guys are ambiguous, able to justify their deeds so well that they draw our sympathy. They dazzle us with their logic and their beauty, until we can’t see their wickedness. Lucifer still looks like an angel as he bargains for your soul. Stefan Aries, my villain in At the Margins of Madness, is handsome and brilliant enough to make Kyle want him, despite his being a murderer. Jorge’s evil twin Teodoro Remorros is suave, handsome, and terribly convincing as he tries to persuade Elena to abandon Jorge and the world he’s trying to save.

We’re drawn to the dark side, I think, because it’s an escape. Sometimes the real world leaves us feeling so powerless―we can’t help wanting the ability to take control, to bend the world to our will the way our paranormal characters do. Who wouldn’t want to leave the dirty dishes and the unpaid bills behind and slip away into the night, to slink through the shadowy streets scenting for blood or to howl, unfettered, at the moon?

The dark side calls to us in paranormal romance. Every time we open a new book, we flirt with the possibility of ecstatic surrender.

I’m always thrilled to have Lisabet on my blog. Her books are fire with a plot and a purpose, not just bedhopping. This paranormal romance promises to be another too-hot-to-handle-with-bare-hands story based firmly in Mayan legend.

Paranormal Erotic Romance

Five flames

36,000 words, 136 pages

Smashwords and Amazon KDP

ISBN (Smashwords): 9798215674734

ASIN: ‎ ‎ B0CL2HPVV4

Blurb

When a woman atoning for past sins heals the human avatar of an ancient god, she’s drawn into a perilous dance of destiny and desire.

From the first, Dr. Elena Navarro senses that the wounded man she discovers outside the gate of her rural clinic is not an ordinary mortal. With his chest ripped open, Jorge Pélikal still demonstrates unnatural strength and power. Elena is irresistibly attracted to Jorge, although he warns her their coupling could open the gates of chaos and cost her life. Despite his dire predictions, they fall in love. Gradually Elena comes to understand that Jorge is a supernatural player in a cosmic drama that will determine the fate of the earth and of mankind—and that even if he triumphs in his apocalyptic struggle with his nemesis, she may lose him forever.

Note: Serpent’s Kiss was previously published by Totally Entwined. This new edition has been re-edited, revised and expanded.

Reader Advisory: This book may not be appropriate for individuals with a fear of snakes.

Excerpt (Explicit)

His resistance crumbled like adobe bricks in an earthquake. Snaking his strong arms around her body, he pulled her against him. “So be it,” he whispered. “As the gods will.”

His mouth captured hers. He sucked away her breath, drained her of her strength. Then he swept his tongue across hers and everything flowed back—strength, breath, awareness, pleasure. She felt his tongue everywhere, on her aching nipples and in the liquid gap between her thighs, tickling the tender lobe of her ear, dancing in the hollow at the base of her throat. Yet she knew, with the tiny kernel of rationality that remained, that his lips had not left hers. This exquisite ballet of sensation was nothing more than an illusion.

Real or imagined, the fluttering tongues quickly carried her to the edge of release. “Please,” she begged, sliding her mouth away from his. “I can’t wait. Make love to me.” He clutched her to him. His erection pressed into her belly like a lump of stone. “You want me, Jorge. Take me.”

“Your clothes…” he murmured. In ten seconds, she had them off, her jeans still hanging off one ankle, her blouse a torn heap on the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and folded it into a pillow for her comfort. Then he bore down on her, taking them both to the floor of the porch.

She untied his drawstring pants and pushed them down around his lean hips. His swollen cock sprang out, an invincible spear of flesh aimed at the sky. She stroked her hand down his length, marveling at the satiny texture of the skin, the way it sheathed a core of granite. She was suddenly reminded of the feather, simultaneously stiff and soft.

Jorge swept his fingers once through her cleft, as if to assure himself that she was ready. She jumped at his touch, teetering on the precipice. A river of sweet moisture flowed from her, coating his hand. He did not make her wait any longer.

With one jerk of his hips, he sank his rod into her juicy depths. Elena felt the silk-encased stone of his cock sliding through her slick folds, filling her, claiming her. The delicious invasion finally pushed her over the edge. Her climax erupted, starting at her molten core and overflowing, sweeping away everything in its path. She wailed, her voice shocking the birds and other night creatures into silence.

As the convulsions faded, Elena realised Jorge was still inside her, thrusting slowly and steadily. He supported his weight on his muscular shoulders; their bodies were joined only at the pelvis. She could see his penis slithering in and out of her. Every time he moved, he woke new sensations in her sensitized sex. His strokes were so gradual that she could feel each stage of penetration. His cock would graze her still-throbbing clit as he entered, striking sparks. Next there would be the delightful stretching as he worked his way through the narrow gate to her pussy. Finally, with him buried deep inside, she could savor the sense of completion. They were one flesh, co-mingled. She had never felt so satisfied, though she was far from another climax.

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, LGBTQ, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, BookBub and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

The Toymaker’s Guild – The Complete Series

Steampunk Erotica, MF, MM, FF, MFM, FMF, etcetera…

265K words, 821 pages

Amazon KDP

ASIN: ‎ B0CGQMD3S6

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Greetings, Ladies and Gents, you know name, you know her enchanting work, you know the drill. Introducing Lisabet Sarai’s new The Toy Makers Guild.

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WARNING: You cannot dive your hand into this computer and grab a sexy character!

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Clockwork and Concupiscence

I’ve always felt an affinity for the Victorian period. I was wearing high-necked blouses with cameos, long flowing skirts, and lace-up boots in my teens, long before they were fashionable. (The corsets came later…!) With my long hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a bun, I could well have been one of the heroines in the books I loved so much.

I was also a science geek from my earliest days. I received my first microscope when I was five, and my first chemistry set at seven. I entered every science fair. In seventh grade, I won grand prize on a televised science quiz show.

So it’s hardly surprising I’ve become a devotee of steam punk. I’ve been in love with this strange meld of science fiction and Victoriana for as long as I can remember – long before steam punk even had a name.  When I was in high school, I devoured H.G. Wells and H. Rider Haggard, and shared a Sherlock Holmes obsession with my dad. Later, I marveled at Neal Stephenson’s The Diamond Age and more recently, I discovered Gordon Dahlquist’s incredible The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters. 

I’ve written a number of steam punk short stories for anthologies, as well as a full length novel, Rajasthani Moon. All these tales, though, were set in Asia rather than in the British Isles. I think I was afraid I’d make errors my UK readers would notice if I tried setting a story in Queen Victoria’s home country. In my steam punk trilogy The Toymakers Guild I finally bit the bullet and wrote an English steam punk novel. I had a lot of help with details from my critique group at the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, but of course I take responsibility for any residual mistakes.

I just hope you’ll find the story so exciting, you won’t notice them!

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Blurb

At Randerley Hall, lust is a lubricant to creativity. Nothing is impossible. Nothing is forbidden.

Defying the repressive morality of the Victorian era, the Toymakers Guild uses advanced technology to fabricate bespoke sexual devices for the discrete pleasure of select clients. Its members are not only brilliant engineers but also sexual renegades seeking freedom from the prudish society that surrounds them.

Nineteen-year-old prodigy Gillian Smith arrives at Randerley to apply for an apprenticeship in the Guild. With her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, she is eminently suited to join the Master Toymaker’s close-knit band of uninhibited erotic artisans. Gillian flourishes among the Toymakers, designing and implementing ever-more-outrageous carnal contraptions. Each voluptuous commission she completes, each sensual adventure she enjoys, binds her more tightly to the Guild and to the perverse, tortured genius who is its founder.

If you like brilliant, wanton women and kinky steam punk sex toys, dive into the alternate universe of the The Toymakers Guild.

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Rave Reviews for The Toymakers Guild

The Pornographer’s Apprentice, The Toymakers Guild Book 1

There are many more plot points, but I don’t want to spoil your enjoyment of this book. It has varied and steamy sex scenes that will take your breath away, a plucky heroine who doesn’t always come out on top (ahem), but who always prevails in her quest to be accepted as a Toymaker.  ~ Fiona McGier, Goodreads

With thoughtfully written characters, hot sex scenes, and a well-paced and interesting plot, the Toymaker’s Apprentice leaves you asking only one question….when is the next book in the series coming out? ~ The Phantom Tollbooth, Amazon

[A] fast paced, hilarious, and thoroughly entertaining story as Gillian gets intimate with the staff and technology, only to find that there is a plot against the Guild that she takes on to save the day. I can’t wait to read what happens in the next book! ~ Arthur Royo, Amazon

The Journeyman’s Trial, The Toymakers Guild Book 2

Although set in the Victorian era, the denizens of Randerley Hall are thoroughly modern in the enthusiastic and open way they embrace their sexuality, pushing boundaries with the same vigor and gusto they push the boundaries of science. The members of The Guild embrace all manner of delightfully kinky perversions, while making scientific breakthroughs that are far ahead of their time. “The Journeyman’s Trial” has everything—adventure, romance, intrigue, and sizzling sensuality. I highly recommend you take the plunge and dive in. ~ Lawrence Westerman, Amazon

Lisabet Sarai has taken on the challenge of following up The Pornographer’s Apprentice. I’m happy to say she’s exceeded her own lofty standards of writing. The dialogue in the story is unique, accurate to the era, and oftentimes features beautiful lines. You can look forward to a shocking mass of creativity from the ingenious mind of Miss Sarai. The erotic scenes are written beautifully and explosively. I found the pleasure of the characters hit me just as hard as it hit them. I’m looking forward to more from this world and the characters! ~ Amazon Customer, Verified Purchaser

The Master’s Mark, The Toymakers Guild Book 3

Miss Sarai has one incredible and naughty imagination. That imagination shines through in the kinky chemistry of the guildmates and their various lewd liaisons! Each character stands out as exciting and fun without a single one feeling redundant. ~ Amazon Customer, Verified Purchaser

.. an excellent example of lusty yet tasteful erotica with an engaging plot and characters the reader actually cares about. The richly crafted steampunk setting, the chemistry between the characters, and the lusty passion heating up every page all come together in this breathtaking finale of the Toymakers series. ~ Michael Swanson, Amazon

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Excerpt

Gillian remained where Rawlings had set her down, emotionally exhausted and utterly confused. She’d always been proud of her rationality and her practicality. Other young women might be changeable, flighty, swayed by impulse and sentiment, but she, Gillian Smith, was as steady and single-minded as any man. The afternoon’s events had thoroughly shattered her illusions about her own nature. Never would she have believed that she could threaten a man with castration, yet in the heat of rage, she’d not only made the threat but come perilously close to carrying it out.

Then there was her visceral reaction to Rawlings – a rough, common man who lacked even the rudiments of the social graces – the exact opposite of the elegant and cultured Sébastien. His powerful physicality affected her in new ways. The arousal his presence kindled had little resemblance to her playful lust for her fellow apprentices or her kinky yearning for the journeyman. There was no subtlety to this desire. He wanted her. She wanted him. There was nothing more to be said.

She knew she’d surrender the instant he returned. He’d walk into the stables and scatter her pretensions to the four winds.

Where was he, though? He’d been gone for a half hour, easily. Was the prisoner giving him trouble? Or had he been mocking her, bringing her to the edge then leaving her dangling? Was he watching now, chuckling at the way he’d duped the hungry little lass from the big house?

“Jill.”

His voice was so soft that if the horses had not been still, she would not have heard him. He must have entered from the carriage house. He stood in the shadows, untouched by the rays of the waning sun.

She bolted to her feet and ran into his burly arms, glorying in the strength she found there. Without the slightest hesitation, he ran his hands over her body in the most brazen and familiar way imaginable. He didn’t ask permission. He knew none was required. She offered him all of herself and he took it as his due.

In no time, it seemed, he’d peeled off her lab coat and tossed it away. He pawed her naked breasts and squeezed her buttocks with obvious delight. Every few minutes, he recaptured her mouth in one of his fierce, unsophisticated kisses. When he placed his hand on her head and pressed down, she knew what he wanted. Sinking to her knees in the dirty straw, she addressed herself to the buttons of his homespun trousers.

He wore no undergarments. No sooner had she undone his flies than his cock sprang out, thick and meaty as some country sausage. The veined trunk strained toward her, the slick ruddy knob stretching his foreskin taut. She breathed in the intoxicating, unwashed smell that emanated from the wiry tangles at the root. Saliva gathered in her mouth as she stared at the glorious, intimidating evidence of his lust.

She didn’t hesitate. Quite the contrary, she lunged forward, engulfing him, trying to accommodate his entire unbelievable length. In truth, she could not take in more than half, but his groan told her he was happy with that, at least for the moment. As he started to move, she struggled to open wider and accept more. For a while he acceded to her futile attempts. Then he wove his fingers into her hair and held her in place while he pushed into her throat, deeper and deeper with each penetration.

Gillian started to choke. Rawlings backed off, long enough for her to suck new air into her lungs, then resumed his relentless thrusting. He tasted strange, earthy and bitter. She didn’t mind, not in the least. All her senses combined to drive her into a state of feverish arousal. The rigid heat of his invading prick, the pressure of his fingers against her scalp, his rhythmic grunts as he ravaged her mouth, the straw pricking her shins, the warm stink of the horses, the faint hoot of a train in the distance – every sensation brought her closer to cataclysmic release.

Little by little, she adapted to his vigorous incursions. Finally, she managed to swallow him to the very root. He stilled. Her nose buried in his fragrant pubic fur, she sucked hard, eager to learn the flavour of his spend. His shaft jerked against her tongue, signalling his imminent crisis. Triumphant, she increased her suction. She wanted to worship his maleness, to drink every drop of his jism, to be nothing more than the receptacle for his lust.

Instead, he pulled out from her bruised lips and dragged her to her feet. “Nay, lass. This first time, I’ll spend in your cunny.” He twirled her around and draped her face down across a conveniently stored saddle. “Bend over.”

In fact, he didn’t need to say a word. Gillian understood what he wanted, as clearly as if she’d read his mind. She leaned forward, clutching the saddle horn for balance, spread her legs and pushed out her bum. He slid one fat finger into her quim to gauge her wetness and chuckled at her gasp of delight. “In faith, yer a randy wench.”

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, sci-fi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, BookBub and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Alex in Tittyland by Lisabet Sarai – New Release

X-rated, MF(FF…!) and FF

An Irreverent Erotic Fantasy

Approximately 21,000 words

Happy Ending!

ISBN: 9781005441593

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Blurb

Wonderland? Or wet dream?

When you’re up to your armpits in hot babes, it can be hard to tell the difference!

Alex’s life looks bleak. His basketball scholarship’s been canceled due to Covid and his foxy California girlfriend has dumped him. Now he’s stuck in Baltimore, living with his mother and working the night shift at the Shake ‘n Shop mini-mart. He’s sure he’s going to lose even that crappy job when a curvy customer in a rabbit mask takes off without paying.

Racing to catch her, he tumbles into a world of wonders, where sex organs grow on trees and horny women fawn over his endowments. Always the gentleman, Alex does his best to satisfy the lascivious inhabitants of Tittyland, even as he searches for the delectable rabbit-girl. But his quest leads him into the clutches of the sadistic and insatiable Queen of Hearts, who’s determined to first drain, then decapitate him.

Maybe Baltimore was better after all!

Kinky Literature: https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/742-alex-in-tittyland/

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About Lisabet Sarai

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – more than one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (https://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Bookbub and Twitter. Join her VIP email list and get a free ebook, plus exclusive contents and other benefits: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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Grab your copy now. This erotic fantasy will fascinate and titillate!

The Texas Cowboy by Linda Nightingale

From Linda:

My new book is available on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Texas-Cowboy-Western-Return-Folly-ebook/dp/B09QP4C5NZ/

It will soon be available in print if you’d like to hold an actual book. With the handsome cowboy on the cover, an actual book would look pretty nice, right?

The Texas Cowboy will also have a sequel soon. I’m currently working on The Cowboy Duke. Can a Duchess make a cowboy’s spurs go jingle-jangle-jingle? Book II will tell.

The Gazillionaire and the Virgin by Lisabet Sarai

Contemporary BDSM erotic romance (Five flames)

Second edition, approximately 64,000 words, 240 pages

HEA ending

ASIN:  B09SDY5XJ5

ISBN: 9781005746773

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Blurb

She’s the billionaire. He’s the virgin. Still, he knows how to make her melt.

When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she has a single objective —a deal to incorporate his AI software into her company’s popular virtual world. She finds Theo to be arrogant, sensitive and socially awkward, but his aura of power speaks to her carefully-hidden submissive side. Confused and aroused, she falls under his geeky spell.

Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO, though Rachel’s voluptuous curves and brilliant mind embody his ultimate fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.

Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is her first true Master. One word from him, one touch, and she surrenders to bliss. It seems that love and complementary desire may harmonize their differing values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust tears them apart.

Newly edited edition! Includes a steamy bonus Valentine’s story featuring Rachel and Theo!

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R Excerpt (Theo)

The smell tells me I’m home, long before I open my eyes—a mixture of black tea, sandalwood incense, and a hint of the glue I use for my models. The air conditioner hums and in the background, I hear the soft, sedate progress of some Bach harpsichord sonata. The music sets up echoes inside my head, which feels swollen and fragile as a Fabergé egg.

The firmness molding my back and butt suggests I’m stretched out on the bed. Have I been asleep? I don’t recall lying down, indeed, don’t remember anything for the space of several breaths. Then it all comes crashing back, a tsunami of embarrassment, fear and regret. The fund raiser. Rachel. Oh, my God!

“Theo? Are you awake?”

She keeps her voice low, as though she understands the pain bouncing around in the hollows of my skull. Memory flutters back in bits and pieces. A dizzy, endless journey. Struggling not to vomit on Rachel’s upholstery. I crack open my eyelids, squinting into the welcome dimness.

“Rachel?” I rasp, my mouth dry as the Santa Anas. All I can see is the featureless ceiling. “What happened?”

When I raise my head, seeking her, the room spins and my stomach objects strenuously. She’s there, though, leaning toward me, seated on one of my dining room chairs, which she’s dragged to the side of the bed. Her curls have come loose from the glittering clips she used to tame them, and her make-up is smudged. She’s unspeakably gorgeous.

Despite my sorry state, the headache and the cotton mouth and the dizziness, my cock stirs inside the monkey suit I’m apparently still wearing. Ah, the tenaciousness of lust!

“How are you feeling?” The concern I hear in her tone has an immediate healing effect.

“Pretty rocky, but I suppose I’m all right.” I ease myself into a half-sit, propped against my pillow.

“Here, drink this.” She hands me a glass full of fizzing liquid.

I swallow it down, ignoring the protests from my gut. Despite the medicinal taste, I feel slightly more human after consuming it.

Rachel leans back and contemplates me, eyebrows drawn together into a frown. My dick hardens further while a blush climbs into my cheeks. I feel like a naughty schoolboy. The sensation is not entirely unpleasant.

“I told you to go easy on the champagne.”

“I should have listened to you,” I admit. “But I was so nervous.”

“I know,” she says. “I know. I think the stress had as much to do with your collapse as the alcohol.”

I nod. “I used to faint, back when I was at school—when things got really bad. When I couldn’t handle a situation, that was my final escape. Finally my parents pulled me out and got me a tutor. It hasn’t happened since.” 

“I’m sorry I pushed you so hard, Theo. I should have known better.”

Her hand claims mine, in a gesture so casual and natural it seems unconscious. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me?  Still, remarkably, I have no urge to pull away.

“You were doing so well, though. I was so proud of you.” She gives my fingers a squeeze. I squeeze back, amazed that I can be so comfortable with her touching me.

“But now I’ve disappointed you, I imagine.” I try sitting up straighter. It’s awkward with only one hand free. I want to adjust the swollen lump pressing against my zipper, but of course I don’t dare. “And the donors—they’re probably all laughing their millionaire heads off at poor, pathetic Theo Moore.”

“Not at all. Everyone was quite worried about you. Roger Varley wanted to call an ambulance, but I thought you’d really rather go home.”

“You were right. Thank you. But how did you get me up to the second floor and into bed?”

“It wasn’t easy.” Her whole face lights up when she laughs. “You’re a big guy. The gardener helped me bundle you up the stairs. I fished the key out of your trouser pocket.” The concept of her hand wriggling into my pants, her heat warming my body—it’s  too much. My cock surges, threatening a premature explosion. I’ve got to get Rachel Zelinsky out of here, before I really embarrass myself.

Buy Links (Ebook)

Special Valentine’s Price: Ebook only 99 cents until the end of February!

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“Lisabet Sarai writes the most beautiful erotic prose. Her stories tease at the senses and transport you to a world of sexual pleasure.” ~ Desiree Holt, queen of BDSM erotic romance and author of Forward Pass

“I’ve always been a fan—Lisabet Sarai’s erotic fiction is certain to captivate, dominate, and leave readers begging for more.” ~ Alison Tyler, best-selling author of erotic BDSM memoirs Dark Secret Love and Even Deeper.

Review Quotes

“…sweet and romantic but steamy and sexy at the same time. …. I adored it!”

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“This book is one of the top five hottest books I have read. These were two of my most favorite lovers. I was wrung out when I finished it but what a delight!” ~ Sheila, Amazon US

“I was completely drawn into this relationship, and the relationship IS the story. The connection Rachel and Theo build between them is vividly portrayed, beautiful and well-written, poignant in some ways and hot enough to melt the pages in others. Which is exactly what I want in erotic novels.” ~ Lola White, Goodreads

“Do I recommend this one? Oh hell yeah. Realistic D/s with hot as hell kinky sex? Yes, please!”  ~  Kayla Lords, http://kaylalords.com/2016/02/the-gazillionaire-and-the-virgin-lisabetsarai/

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About Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Most of her novels include some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse. Her personal experience has taught her the joy to be found in a Master’s bonds. She tries to make that joy real for her readers.

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RodeoHouston 2022!

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

I’m revisiting this earlier post (a year ago I think) to talk about RodeoHouston again.

It’s almost rodeo time in Houston, and traffic around the NRG Stadium crawls to a stop. Since 2003, the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo (RodeoHouston) has been held at NRG. HLSR is the largest livestock exhibitions and rodeo in the world and offers the richest purses. Kickoff is marked by the Downtown Rodeo Roundup held near Houston City Hall, the Downtown Rodeo parade, and the ConocoPhillips Rodeo Run – a 10k and 5k walk & run and the World’s Championship Bar-B-Que Contest (the Chili Cookoff, which is a major event in HLSR each year). I always wanted to participate in the Downtown Rodeo Parade. Since 1938, the nation’s fourth largest city is transformed from a bustling metropolis to a down-home celebration of Western heritage. Decorative floats intermingle with thousands of men and women on horseback…

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What Happens in Chicago by Liz Crowe!!

For those of you who enjoy GOOD erotic romance, I have a treat in store. Liz Crowe is with us today. Liz agreed to answer a few interview questions so that you could get to know her better. I told her you liked HOT, so stay tuned for the X-rated excerpt if the screen doesn’t melt first!

** Tell me three words that describe yourself starting with A, B, and C

A for Authentic

B for Bookish

C for Coachable

• Which genre or genres do you write or prefer to write? And why?
  Up until now, I have written contemporary, erotic romance and a couple of rom coms. I’m working on a mystery/psychological thriller that is proving to be a lot harder than I had first anticipated but it’s been a fun (and also gruelling) exercise. I like the conventions of romance but also like writing outside of them a bit, focusing more on the female experience that includes both failed and successful romances and have a women’s fiction/chick lit novel brewing in my head too.
• Do you have a favorite snack that you like to munch on while writing?

I tend to shove food into my mouth blindly while writing. It’s not a good habit at all. I mean, I’ll emerge from the mental writing cave and look around at all the empty Girl Scout cookie boxes and be all “Hey! Who ate these….oh.”

• Do you read your reviews on your books? Do they influence your story at all? 

I do not. I learned the hard way that digging into reviews can and will shut down my muse completely. I will read them if they are pointed out to me as particularly good but I don’t dwell on them since in most cases, for every good/glowing review there’s a nasty one out there that will tear you down. Reviews exist and they should. Readers are allowed to have opinions on your work. It will not always be good and that’s just a fact. I find it’s best avoided, in order not to be sad and stop writing.

• What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

My preference for not outlining. Mainly because I have a hard time not writing out the entire story once I start an outline. Same with character bibles. I’ll start one of those and end up with six or seven pages of actual words from the book. So I just skip that and dive into the story with the basic outline/meet cute or other inciting incident in my head—sometimes I start with a single scene and build around that. CAVEAT: this does NOT WORK when writing mysteries or thrillers. I wrote one and it might have worked as a romantic suspense but it was not a thriller.

• Do you have another profession besides writing?

I am a digital marketing consultant to non-profits and other small businesses. I help them plan email fundraising or client /customer newsletter campaigns and social media strategies.

• What was the inspiration for “What Happens in Chicago?”

This is a sequel to What Happens in Denver. I’m notorious for not being able to write stand-alone novels. Mainly because I like strong side characters so my MCs are not operating in a vacuum within the plot. This is not a series, more a “duet” I guess of 2 books together. Michael Burke is the brother of James, the Main male character in What Happens in Denver and he plays a pretty big part of James and Andi’s story arc in that book. Sloane befriends Andi (from What Happens in Denver) and is also part of her story. And I hinted a lot at their volatile, on-again-off-again relationship so I decided to tell their (decidedly hot and steamy story).

• Will there be more books in your series, or can you tell us about any previous books?

No plans for more for this set of characters. My best selling books are a 10 book series, Stewart Realty, that is getting a facelift this year with all new covers and tons of new content, some exclusive to our shared newsletter audiences!

• What is your favorite part of this book and why?

Well, let’s see, there are a lot of sex scenes to choose from, but I think even though those are fun to write and to read (one is included here), my favorite one was when Sloane convinced Michael to join her in therapy. Michael is one of those guys who thinks he has it all together but for Sloane, he will do anything. And he learns a LOT about her and himself in the process. Him being Super uncomfortable and trying to crack bad jokes in their first session is a pretty good scene.

1. What are you currently working on?

I just completed 2 novellas for the above-mentioned Stewart Realty series. Now, I’m going to turn my attention to a new idea I have, a romcom set in American football that’s a bit of a Ted Lasso style story. A fish out of water story with a super grumpy/bossy/unhappy heroine who has just been named GM of the really bad team her family has owned for years, who hires a semi-retired ex player with whom she had a hot relationship for a brief period and who “ruined her for other men.” She believes he will be way out of his league and fail miserably and she can sell the team, finally. Not how it works out, of course. It needs at title…any ideas? It’ll be about a 3.5 on a 1-5 heat scale but it’ll include a “bad first sex” scene. Of course, they had good sex in their past but he dumped her (for Reasons That Shall Be Revealed Once I think of them) but their reunion sex will be super awkward and funny.

I also need to write a novella or novel about star crossed lovers for a 2023 anthology I’m in …. Better get on that, right? I can’t work on multiple WIPs at the same time, but the football one is really begging to be written first.

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Since the format demons took control of our interview, we’ll move along to the blurb and excerpt of What Happens in Chicago:

What Happens in Chicago

Release date: January 24, 20022

The Wild Rose Press

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Blurb:

Sloane
I figured it would be just another night at the club. Another chance to put my parents’ expectations and their pressure to return home behind me. But hiding from my issues by entertaining clients at an exclusive club in Chicago wasn’t the erotic buzz it used to be. And then, this smoking hot dude spilled bourbon down the front of my dress…

Michael
What had, at one time, been sexy, illicit, and thrilling now felt like one more night stuck on a hamster wheel. I was bored to tears with the whole club scene, forced yet again to verify to everyone that I was as Alpha as I claimed to be while continuing to hide from my responsibilities as part owner of my family’s brewery. And then, I literally ran into her…

What happens between Sloane and Michael in Chicago seems like nothing more than a hookup, a scorching hot interlude for a couple of well-matched libidos. Once they realize that there are legit feelings involved, they find plenty of ways to deflect and sabotage their burgeoning relationship. When they both have to leave their beloved Chicago and go home to Michigan—Sloane to help an ill parent, Michael to salvage his family’s famous brewery—things get even more complicated. Accepting the depth of their emotion for each other means acknowledging their own flaws, which makes for tough conversations…along with steamy make-up sessions. Content Warning

Excerpt:

From What Happens in Chicago by Liz Crowe. All rights reserved.

Rated X. Mature audiences ONLY.

I chose a playlist on my phone, and music poured from the hidden speakers. I reclined the chair across from him and spread it with a soft cover. Once I opened the box containing two of my favorite toys, I sensed the air around us crackle with mutual lust. I slipped out of my shoes and sat on what was now, essentially, a comfortable, soft, vertical space.

“You don’t mind, do you?” I held up the curved glass dildo with its artistic red flower encased inside the rounded end in one hand and the ingenious little clit stimulator in the other. Used in combination, these did it for me every time. We’d played with them before, of course.

“Not at all.” He leaned his seat back, uncrossed his legs, and unbuckled his belt. “As long as you don’t.”

I did a little dance to get my bra and panties off, tossing them both to him, then settled myself on the flattened seat, propped against a large pillow I had liberated from a nearby love seat, and spread my knees. I wanted him to watch everything I did. He was super visual. Nothing turned him on more than watching me flirt or even dance with another guy, because he knew that guy was only a fluffer for him.

Not that he needed one where I was concerned. But I was all about putting on a show. We were well matched that way.

I was finally starting to relax by the time the little vibe against my clit and the gently curved glass hit me in all the right places at once. There was a reason this toy was my favorite. I started to reach for the lube.

“Don’t think you’ll need that,” Michael’s deep voice said. I opened my eyes and stared at him. He was sitting with his legs spread, his hand on the bulge at his zipper. His smile—dear Lord that smile—was slightly crooked but all mine. I smiled back and sighed as I sensed my body revving up even higher.

I let myself experience every sensation. I rubbed the cool glass against my eager clit first, then, when I knew I couldn’t wait another minute, I slid the dildo inside me, sighing with satisfaction when its familiar curved shape warmed to match my body heat. Unable to stop myself, I arched my back, pulled it out then in again, deep this time, so deep the well-designed ball at the end of it rested against my clit.

Michael was right. No lube required. I could feel my own fluid, slicking the top of my thighs. I clenched my pelvic muscles, clamping down on the thick glass rod inside me, then used both of my hands to tweak my nipples.

Michael’s breathing grew fast and heavy, but he didn’t touch me, which I appreciated. I liked having my space when I masturbated. But of course, I also liked knowing that his eyes were on me while I did it.

I was close now, between the deep penetration, the friction at my clit, and the nipple work I was doing. I spread my legs wider so he could watch me come, something I knew he enjoyed doing. My back arched. Heat rose from the soles of my feet up my torso to my neck and face as I gave my nipples one more hard pinch. When I heard him say my name in a loud whisper, that sent me over the edge. I groaned and put my hand against the end of the dildo as my pussy thrummed and pulsed around it. I shut my eyes and let the orgasm fill the space around us with its erotic energy.

By the time I opened my eyes again, he was standing over me, stroking his cock, one hand braced on the luggage compartment over my head. I scrambled to my knees, eager to finish him. I grabbed the lube and covered the glass dildo with it. He didn’t take his eyes off me, but his breathing grew even quicker when I stood and, trailing my fingers along his shirt, got behind him and tugged his trousers and underwear all the way down.

“What are you doing,” he asked. A rhetorical question, we both knew.

I stood behind him as I slid the slippery glass cock along his ass crack, kissed his neck, and reached under his shirt to tweak his nipple, something that absolutely made him crazy. My knees were wobbly with lust.

“Sloane,” he croaked out as I slid the bulbous glass tip into his hole, both his hands now braced against the small luggage area over the bed I’d made for myself.

“Trust me,” I whispered into his neck, loving the sexy smell of his skin. “And hang on tight.” I knew it hurt at first. I also knew where to stop. I looked down. God but this was hot. How had I found this damn unicorn of a man? Hot, alpha, rich as fuck, and sexually fluid? Damn, had I scored or what?

I grinned and pressed the glass dildo in a bit farther. I’d used enough lube to keep it from being too painful, but this was something that needed finesse and patience. Luckily, I had both. I pressed my lips to his neck again, tasing the salty tang of his sweat, sighing into his skin as I pushed the dildo in a little more. I’d done this before. And had it done to me. It burned some, but if you had the correct combination of already horny and eager, the pain was subsumed by your need to come. Men were way more suited to it anyway, since there was a biologically placed sweet spot not far from where my little glass toy was touching.

“Jesus C-c-christ, Sloane….” He shivered. He was jacking himself fast as his hips bucked and thrust while his other hand held onto the rack above us. I inched the dildo forward ever so slightly to the spot I’d found a few times before with my finger. When I stroked his prostate gland with the tip of the glass cock, he yelled so loud I had to put my hand over his mouth. Within a few seconds, his entire body jerked, and he shot an impressive arc of cum over the flattened seat.

I sighed with satisfaction, licking the sweat off his neck, waiting for his muscles to relax. Once that happened and I knew I wouldn’t hurt him, I pulled the dildo out of his ass. He was still in the aftershock of the climax, gripping the overhead compartment with both hands, gasping for breath.

I dropped the dildo to the floor and slipped around to his front, passing my fingers over the head of his dick and making him sigh again and shiver. He opened his eyes and met my gaze. I loved it when he stared at me as if I were the only female in the entire Goddamned universe. Yeah, I was a little spoiled, but it would seem as though I’d found the guy who possessed the perfect mix of willingness to cater to me while also letting me do whatever I wanted to him. Bingo, I thought with a grin.

“You are… That was…wow.” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I liked it.” He grinned and pulled his underwear and jeans back up with shaking hands. “In case you couldn’t tell.”

“I can tell. It was most definitely wow. Quite the distance.” I wiped droplets off the window, folded up the now glistening blanket, and put the seat back up. “Impressive,” I said, turning back to him. “And for the record, I super-duper like it that you liked it.” I slipped my dress down over my head, skipping the bra and panties for the time being.

He flopped in his seat and drained a bottle of water. He tossed the empty onto the table, grabbed another one, and reached for my hand.

“Hang on. Gotta clean up. Clean toys are happy toys.” I took them into the washroom. My mind was pleasantly blank. I’d set the stage for what I hoped would be a lovely sun-, booze-, and sex-soaked weekend.

“C’mere,” he said when I emerged and had put everything away, grabbed a brownie, and popped it into my mouth. Still limp with satisfaction, I let him pull me onto his lap. His lips were soft, undemanding, dare I say gentle. It was different, this gentleness. I liked it hard, rough, bossy. He did, too. It was what made us good together, at least when it came to sex.

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About Liz:

Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville living in South Carolina. She’s spent her time as a three-continent expat trailing spouse, mom of three, real estate agent, brewery owner and bar manager, and is currently a digital marketing consultant, in addition to being an award-winning author. With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, inside fictional television stations and successful real estate offices, and even in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are compelling and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

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At the Margins of Madness By Lisabet Sarai

A Tale of Power and Love

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MM Paranormal erotic romance (Five flames)

Approximately 47,000 words, 170 pages

HEA ending

ISBN: 9781005435004

ASIN: B09QQG683R

Both power and love can lead to madness

Blurb

Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better.

Rob’s own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating. Since his telepathic sister’s brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with “gifted” individuals like Kyle. Yet he can’t deny his  attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man – an attraction that appears to be mutual.

When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.

Note: This novel was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Necessary Madness. It has been revised and reformatted for this edition.

Online excerpt (X-rated)

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2022/01/sizzling-sunday-new-mm-paranormal.html

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About Lisabet Sarai

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – more than one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (https://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Bookbub and Twitter. Join her VIP email list and get a free ebook, plus exclusive contents and other benefits: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Runaway Royal by Wendi Zwaduk

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Wendi Zwaduk will be awarding a Prize Pack featuring a necklace inspired by the book and made by the author to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Will this runaway royal ever find her place…and true love?

All Princess Catherine Zara of Lysianna wants to do is attend college like everyone else her age. So she’s a royal and requires a security guard to move about in public, but if she goes to university, she doesn’t have to marry the man chosen for her. He’s not her true love, so why torture herself? All she has to do to get her life started is to run away to the US…

And then she meets Luke.

Luke Cobb wants to survive college with a degree in studio art and guarantees that he can show his paintings in the local galleries. All he needs is the right break to get his work mainstream and the right woman to stoke his dormant muse. When he meets Zara, he’s smitten and his creativity sparks.

Except, she’s a princess and he’s a commoner, which could be a big problem…

Read an Excerpt

©2021 Wendi Zwaduk, All Rights Reserved

She opened her sketch pad and created a list.

While I’m at university, I want to:

*be kissed properly

*buy a cheeseburger

*see a rock band play a concert

*have sex & lose my virginity

*have sex with a handsome man

She tapped her pencil against her lips as she debated the next item for her list.

*to meet the tall, dark and handsome artist downstairs

*to model for someone (nude?)

*to attend a real party

*to fall in love

She snorted. Love wouldn’t happen. Not for her. Before things got that far, she’d be found out. The law of averages wasn’t in her favor. If her stepmother didn’t tell someone she’d arrived at the college, Corinne would let the secret slip.

Still, she could dream.

Besides, the list was only one of dreams. It wasn’t like she’d created a checklist to live by. She’d come to the college to get an education, not fall in love. Even if she wanted to be with someone and experience those aspects of life, she had to finish her degree first. She’d paid the money to attend and refused to waste the chance—even for love.

About the Author:

Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

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A VOLCANO’S BEQUEST TO THE WORLD OF BEAUTY

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

On May 8, 1980, volcano Mount St. Helens erupted with the force of a 24-megaton bomb.

A stratovolcano in Skamania County, Washington State, the mountain was part of the Pacific Ring of Fire, and in that moment gained nationwide infamy. Causing an earthquake of 5.1 on the Richter scale, it featured an encore of an avalanche culminating in the loss of 57 human lives. 7000 wild animals and 12 million fish also were killed, leaving behind 230 square miles of extensive damage to forests, highways, farm land, and railways.

Afterward, the elevation of the mountain was reduced by more than a thousand feet because 1300 feet of the mountaintop was blown off.

The mountain was already invested with a romantic legend, telling how the two sons of the chief of the gods fought over a woman, with the three becoming the mountains eventually called Mount Hood, Mount Adams, and…

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