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The Understudy:

Acts of Submission

By Lisabet Sarai

Contemporary BDSM Erotic Romance

20,800 words, 76 pages

One look from him and I melt. One word, and I’m on my knees.

Blurb

When the Berks Hills Summer Playhouse offered me my first real acting job, I never expected to share a stage with theater legend Geoffrey Hart – let alone his bed. Nothing in my education or experience prepared me for the paradoxical pleasures of submission.   

Now I’m devoted to my master, for better or worse. According to the rumors, though, Geoff’s heart is taken. Dumped by his long-time sub, he has escaped to the Berkshires to lick his emotional wounds. Geoffrey’s dark games arouse me beyond belief, but I fear I’m just a substitute for the real object of his affections. Am I willing to settle for the role of understudy in this perverse passion play?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised, expanded and re-edited for this release.
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Online Excerpt (Live on 23 April 2021)

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2021/04/like-snake-in-garden-bdsm-eroticromance.html

Banned!

So far Amazon has refused to accept Gemini Rising. We’ve been banned by the big Zon. This isn’t anything wrong with the book except that it deals with a sensitive subject in a fantasy setting. That sensitive subject is incest, but reviews are saying that it is handled well.

I thought Linda’s book I, Lucifer might be the one banned, but now it’s my Gemini Rising, and they carry books about pedophilia and I know Flowers in the Attic (which contains incest) is available. Also, readily available is Angels and Insects, a collection of two novellas by A.S. Blatt. Morpheus Eugenia is about brother/sister incest. The difference? Tell me.

Fight the Zon!! https://blacklotustaboobooks.com/product/gemini-rising-biana-swan/

We’re still trying.

Can he fix more than just her rusty pipes?

Blurb:

After a prolonged and messy divorce, 42 year old Cate Matthews uses her financial settlement to purchase a condo in a regentrified warehouse. The only problem with her new home is the plumbing. It doesn’t take her long to realize she needs an expert to fix the rusty pipes—both the building’s and her own.

Mitch Taylor, 27 year old former Army Ranger and now full time student, is working hard toward earning his engineering degree while balancing his education with part time work doing household repairs.

When Mitch shows up in Cate’s lecture hall, she’s immediately impressed with his knowledge of U.S. history, a subject to which she’s devoted her academic career. However, as impressed as she is with his historical acumen, when he lands on her doorstep with an impressively large bag of tools in hand, history is the last thing on her mind.

Perhaps this much younger and infinitely sexy man is just what she needs to get her dormant sex life back on track. Given the huge difference in their ages, Cate assumes the relationship will fizzle out after a few—albeit perfect—trips around the bedroom.

Much to her surprise and delight, Mitch seems to be in it for the long haul. Their 15 year age difference is the least of her worries when she realizes how quickly she’s been seduced by the handyman.

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Warning: Contains language and love scenes some readers may find HOT!

Excerpt:

Mitch turned the bright pink sticky note over in his hand, wishing—not for the first time—Chloe’s handwriting was a bit easier to decipher. “Crap pies? One-ten Green-something, number six-one-one, CatMat, whatever that means.”

He checked the digital map on his GPS. The only street with ‘green’ in the name and an address that fit the one-ten was Greenfield. Hopefully, when he arrived, it would be a building with at least six floors.

Parking his pickup in the ‘visitors only’ spot, he grabbed his bag of tools from the backseat and jogged up the stone stairs leading into an old, converted warehouse. The six-story brick and stone structure had been beautifully regentrified into apartments. No doubt way out of his price range, the architecture was still wicked impressive.

Once inside the marble lobby, he pressed the buzzer for apartment six-eleven.

“Hello,” a woman’s voice greeted.

“Two Guys and a Wrench.”

“Hopefully more than one wrench,” she said, before hitting the door release.

He chuckled and yanked the lobby door open.

Mitch stepped off the elevator and turned right, stopping in front of a solid oak door. Lifting his hand, he raised the brass knocker and let it fall. Within a heartbeat, the door sprung open.

“You,” she said, her gaze meeting his.

Mitch grinned and hefted his tool bag up in the air. “Yes, me, and a whole bag of wrenches and other tools.”

She stepped back, making room for him to enter. “I didn’t realize you were a handyman, Mr. Taylor.”

“Well, Professor, we undergrads do like making money. You know…for rent, food, and beer.”

She gave him a faint smile, and the first thing he noticed was how nice she looked with her hair loose, the honey-blonde waves hanging down past her shoulders. Without her tightly pinned hair and makeup, she looked years younger than she had in the lecture hall.

Giving his head a shake, he made a point of looking past where she stood and toward the island separating the open-concept living room from the kitchen. “So? Where are these rusty pipes of yours?”

“What?” She swallowed, her eyes widening. “I mean…over there…in the kitchen,” she responded, waving her arm in the general direction of the old-fashioned porcelain sink.

Mitch lowered himself to the floor and opened the cupboards. “Somebody’s been busy with the duct tape,” he commented, chuckling.

“Guilty,” she said, bending over to watch him work. “I couldn’t get the leak to stop. My dad used to say there was nothing you couldn’t fix with duct tape.”

“Almost nothing,” he corrected. “Plumbing being the exception.”

“Yes, well, there are usually exceptions to every rule.”

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Author Bio & Media:

NANCY FRASERJumping Across Romance Genres with Gleeful Abandon—is an Amazon Top 100 and Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.

Like most authors, Nancy began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Nancy has published over thirty-five books in full-length, novella, and short format. When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

Website: www.nancyfraser.ca

Facebook: http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/nfraserauthor  @nfraserauthor

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Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Fraser/e/B004AOL61Y/

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As the reviews come in, of course, I read them–like twice maybe. Okay, sometimes three times. 🙂 So far, Alain and Alina are running 5-stars. If you’d like to read the reviews, go to the purchase page at Black Lotus Books and there is a tab for reviews.

“This book will keep you enthralled until the end. It will surprise you, but it won’t disappoint you! Get it now! This book will keep you enthralled until the end. It will surprise you, but it won’t disappoint you! Get it now! – Mary Marvella

WARNING:  This book is well-written, and it’s steamy. It could tempt you to do impulsive things

like rush out and buy it.

Teach Me

Lusty Liaisons ~ Book 3

Can this tenured professor create the best lesson plan for her ultimate satisfaction?

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Blurb:

Med student Jayne Willis is devastated when she’s stood up for a date arranged by hookup service Lusty Liaisons. Really, who stands up someone willing to have sex?

Widowed professor Noah Gallagher’s chance encounter at a hotel bar with an alluring young woman is unexpected but might be just what he needs. He’s on the last leg of a cross-country trip prior to returning to the university, ready to start a new chapter in his life.

One lonely widower looking to reconnect plus one beautiful, albeit inexperienced, young woman equals one hot night. Will she get an A in lovemaking, and will he get a hall pass back to life?

 

Excerpt

A quick, hot shower, clean T-shirt and jeans, and Noah was back in the lobby within twenty minutes. The bar was nearly empty except for an older couple enjoying martinis at a corner table, a middle-aged man in a cheap suit nursing a beer at the bar, and a young woman, no doubt barely legal, sitting alone in a two-person booth.

The woman intrigued him. Not just because she was attractive—which she was—but because he couldn’t fathom why she’d be there alone. Or why she’d come out on a night like this if she didn’t have to.

The idea of someone standing her up for a date was ludicrous. Her bright-red, pouty lips and long dark hair revived his dormant senses. He took a seat at the end of the bar closest to where she sat. If nothing else, he could chance an occasional glance and daydream about what it would be like to make love to her.

He’d just ordered a scotch, neat, when he sensed someone standing beside him.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Carl, would you?”

Noah glanced over his shoulder and came face to face with the woman. He turned slightly to get a better look. Up close, she was astonishingly beautiful, from her deep-set, chocolate-brown eyes, to her pink-tinged cheeks, to those luscious lips.

“No,” he said, “I’m not. Unfortunately.”

She smiled, and her cheeks darkened a deeper shade of rose. “Oh,” she responded. “Sorry I bothered you.”

“No bother. You’re welcome to join me if you don’t want to sit alone. At least until Carl gets here.”

A look of relief washed over her face, and she slid onto the stool next to his. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been stood up.”

“Well then, Carl’s a fool.” He shot her a grin. “Blind date?”

“Sort of,” she admitted.

“What does ‘sort of’ mean exactly?”

She shook her head, her gaze fixed on the top of the mahogany bar. “It’s complicated.”

When had a blind date become something other than a blind date?

He stuck out his hand. “I’m Noah, by the way. Noah Carpenter.” She put her hand in his, the simple touch of her soft skin against his palm bringing his entire body to full alert.

“I’m Jayne Willis.”

“Nice to meet you, Jayne. What’s so complicated? Either you know this Carl fellow, or

someone’s set you up on a blind date.” When she just shrugged, he added, “I know a few of my friends have set me up with some pretty disastrous results.”

She let out a long sigh. “It wasn’t a friend. It was a service, a specialized dating service.”

“Like a matching service?” he asked, a slight cringe running through him at the thought of ever

having to rely on a dating app to find a woman.

“It’s not a find-your-soulmate type of dating app.” She glanced from side to side and lowered her

voice. “It’s just for…uh…you know…sex. One night only, no expectations.”

He nearly choked on his drink. By the time he stopped coughing, his eyes were watering, and

Jayne, bless her sexy soul, was laughing hysterically. “Just sex?” he said as soon as he could catch his breath.

She nodded and pursed her lips to hold in another laugh. “Yes, just sex.”

The thought of volunteering to take Carl’s place sat perched on the tip of his tongue. He

wrestled with making an outright offer, wondering if the boldness of it would scare her way. So instead, he went with, “That’s some dating service.”

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About the Author

NANCY FRASERJumping Across Romance Genres with Gleeful Abandon—is an Amazon Top 100 and Award-Winning author who can’t seem to decide which romance genre suits her best. So, she writes them all.

Like most authors, Nancy began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Nancy has published over thirty-five books in full-length, novella, and short format. When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five wonderful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

 

Website: www.nancyfraser.ca

Facebook: http://facebook.com/nancyfraserauthor

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Happy Tuesday! – Nancy and Bianca

Today is Charity Sunday for March. Every comment means a contribution to a great cause. Today Lisabet’s chosen charity is the World Wildlife Fund.

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I’d be very grateful if you could share the news. And of course I’d love to have you drop by Lisabet’s post yourself. For every comment, she’ll donate $2.  Lisabet and I urge you to visit the World Wildlife Fund’s site at:  https://www.worldwildlife.org/

Here’s her blog address to comment:-

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2021/03/charity-sunday-for-wild-charity-sunday.html

 

Hi all! Let’s welcome award-winning author Stacy Gold. Stacy writes steamy erotic romance.  You can get her 3 novellas in the Emerald Mountain series for only $4.99,

She has answered a few questions.  So, here goes.

INTERVIEW

What do you enjoy most about writing romance? I adore writing about the convoluted path to people take to finding themselves, loving themselves, and falling in love with someone else. Also, I’ve long been a study of people and psychology, and in particular why people make the decisions they do. Writing romance gives me a chance to use everything I’ve learned.

At what age did you discover writing? I’ve been a writer all my life, though I didn’t start writing fiction until a few years ago. As a kid I journaled and dabbled in poetry, and any kind of essay or term paper was always an easy A in school. I went on to write for outdoor sports magazines, then spent almost fifteen years writing marketing materials for all kinds of businesses.

My hubby was the one who suggested I write a romance novel, and I scoffed. But when I blew out my shoulder in a mountain biking accident and had nothing to do on the weekends, the idea for my first full length came into being.

How do you remember ideas that come to you at odd times? I store ideas in my phone in a little note taking app, then email them to myself. I also keep a pad and pen on my nightstand in case of spontaneous nocturnal brilliance.

Is there a genre you’d like to write?  Is there one you’ll probably stay away from?  Why? If I had to write something other than romance, maybe chick lit or some kind of self-help or writing craft book. I could never write of horror, or even suspense with anything scary or evil. I can’t watch those kinds of movies, either. I’ve learned I just don’t need to put those kinds of thoughts into my brain. And the idea of spending months inside the head of a serial killer or someone mean gives me horrible heebie jeebies.

What’s been the highlight of you career to this point? If we’re talking specifics, I’d have to say signing with my agent, the wonderful Lesley Sabga.
Though honestly, having this career is the highlight of this career. Having the ability to be a part of the conversation and show independent women getting what they want out of life, and sex, and love, is such an honor.

Of course, there’ve been so many other incredible highlights along the way…Having my first novella published was huge. I’d submitted it fully expecting a rejection letter but hoping for at least some useful feedback. Instead they offered me a contract for that one, and then two more, which confirmed that first one wasn’t a fluke (Ha!). Finaling and winning, in a number of contests has been incredible. And every time I get a positive review, especially one recognizing the underlying themes I’ve woven into a story, I could fly to the moon.

What do you do in your free time? Much of my free time is spent playing in the mountains with my hubby and dogs. We mountain bike, ski, whitewater kayak, hike, and standup paddleboard regularly. At night we enjoy soaking in hot springs, going to musicals, and swing dancing. I also do yoga and take tap dance classes once a week and read a good book whenever I’m not writing or editing my own manuscripts.

How did you get involved in outdoor sports?

As a kid, I was terrible at team sports. Like, always the last one picked to play. But I always loved roaming in the woods, fishing, climbing trees, riding bikes, and being outside. In college, I decided I needed a summer job that was physical and outdoors. Initially, I thought I’d work in landscaping, but a raft guides wanted-no experience necessary sign posted in the outdoor rec office at my school caught my eye. I’d never been whitewater rafting, but it sounded fun so I went for it. That’s where I learned about seasonal outdoor work, and got the idea to move to Colorado and learn to ski, and I never looked back.

 

How do you come up with the ideas for your stories?

The inspiration for every story I’ve written always comes from my own life, but I twist and mold my personal experiences (and those of my friends) to suit my story’s needs. My characters are usually Frankensteined together from bits and pieces of my friends and family members, and people I’ve worked with over the years.

 

Since I’ve been an avid outdoor sports junkie my entire adult life, and even wrote for outdoor companies and magazines for years, incorporating that made sense. So, using skiing, backpacking, kayaking, and mountain biking to add tension and throw my characters into difficult situations was a no-brainer.

 

Emerald Mountain Boxed Set

Get all three steamy, award-winning Emerald Mountain novellas in one downloadable boxed set for almost 40% off the individual cover prices…Just $7.99 $4.99!

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JUST FRIENDS – A friends to lovers romance featuring a jilted fiancé struggling to find her footing, a single Dad who hasn’t dated in years, and tons of sexual tension and sick powder skiing.

N.N. Light Book Awards Finalist – Best Erotic Romance
OKRWA IDA Contest – 3rd Place Finalist

Taya Monroe is trying to pick up the pieces of her failed writing career and broken life after walking out on her cheating fiancé. Ski Patroller Jordan Wiley is a single dad with zero time or energy for dating. They hadn’t seen each other in years when they run into each other at Emerald Mountain.

When a snow storm traps these two old friends in an avalanche of chemistry, will their friendship survive the weight of their passion?

IN DEEP – A second chance workplace romance set in the adrenaline-packed world of Ski Patrol, featuring a take no shit woman and the taciturn man she wouldn’t admit she fell in love with two years earlier.

N.N. Light Book Awards Winner – Best Erotic Romance
H.O.L.T Medallion Finalist –
Best First Book

Sophie Tremore is trying to build a career in the male-dominated world of Ski Patrol. Hard to do when her new boss is her smokin’ hot ex-lover. Emerald Mountain Ski Patrol Director Max Demford has been doing his best to avoid working with his feisty former flame, given his judgment is clouded by those eight mind-blowing weeks two years ago.

Forced to work together, their simmering attraction becomes difficult to ignore. When Sophie gets caught in a slide, an adrenaline-filled day could turn into a spectacular night they will never forget—one that could risk both their careers.

NEVER YOU – An enemies to lovers, forced proximity workplace romance in a remote, backcounty ski hut featuring a sexy chef, an independent woman, and plenty of snappy banter.

OKRWA IDA Contest Finalist – 2nd Place, Best Erotic Short
NYRWA Kathryn Hayes “When Sparks Fly” Contest – 3rd Place, Best Erotic Romance

Emerald Mountain Ski Hut Caretaker Morgan Monroe doesn’t do casual relationships. Not anymore. Certainly not with the obnoxious, flirty, too-hot-for-his-own-good chef she’s wanted to strangle all season. Chef Dan Griffin doesn’t believe in relationships. But a one-night stand to celebrate the end of ski season? Hell yes!

When things heat up on a cold winter’s night, will they play it safe or follow their hearts?
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About Stacy:

Compulsive tea drinker.  Outdoor sports junkie. Lover of good (and bad) puns.

Award-winning author Stacy Gold gave up her day job as Communications Director of a nonprofit mountain biking organization to write sassy, steamy, contemporary romance novels. Her stories are packed with independent, kick-butt women finding love and adventure in the great outdoors. When Stacy’s not busy reading or writing, you can find her dancing, laughing, or playing hard in the mountains of Colorado with her wonderful hubby and happy dogs.

Learn more at http://stacygold.com or follow Stacy’s adventures on FB, T, and Insta @AuthorStacyGold

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My thanks to Author Nancy Fraser for my new book video.

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New Release!

Asian Adventures: Erotic tales from the East

By Lisabet Sarai

Blurb

In Asia, the lines blur: between body and spirit, fantasy and reality, male and female, lust and love. Explore the erotic frontiers of the Orient in these arousing and moving tales from an author who has made the East her home.

Citadel of Women

When her lover dumps her, just before a long-planned trip to Angkor Wat, Doa stubbornly decides to travel alone. The marvelous sights of the ancient Khmer empire do little to heal the rift in her heart. Che, the mercurial young tour guide, senses her loneliness. But how can two people from such different worlds share a future?

Singapore Fling

Jason Chow is a brilliant engineer, a successful businessman and a bit of a rebel. He’s attracted to Ploy from the moment he sets eyes on her, but he doesn’t dare respond to her advances, for fear she’ll discover his secret vice. Ploy figures she’ll have to content herself with the cold comfort of a signed contract—unless the strength of Jason’s desire overwhelms his shame.

Lust in Dalat

The woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d usually find attractive, and most of it was on display. But she wasn’t trying to tease. She was simply at home in her own skin. And me? Traveling outside of the U.S. for the first time in my life, I was nervous, inexperienced, awkward and excited. Especially excited. With Helen next to me, who wouldn’t be?

Vows

Travel brings out a strange recklessness in my wife, a hunger for extremes that I don’t see when we’re in New York. Now, she wants us to seduce the achingly beautiful Buddhist monk we’ve met in Luang Prabang. I try to reject her suggestions, to resist temptation. But I yearn for his body—and his serenity.

Dragon Boat Blues

I booked the dragon boat cruise on Ha Long Bay figuring my disability wouldn’t be a problem on the luxurious junk. I wasn’t looking for companionship, just a bit of peace. But when Stan and Phil welcomed me into their circle of love, I discovered how much healing I still needed.

Butterfly

When Lek stepped onto the stage at the Butterfly Bar and began to dance, I fell for her hard. The weekend we spent together in Bangkok was pure heaven. How could I know our love would drag me through hell?

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Add on Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57297921-asian-adventures

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In Asia, the lines blur. Get the ASIAN ADVENTURES boxed set, bisexual, multicultural erotic romance from @LisabetSarai FREE on Kindle Unlimited http://bit.ly/AsianAdventures~*~

 

Adult Excerpt (from “Citadel of Women”):

 

Angkor Wat was a testament to male power. Banteay Srei, I discovered, was a meditation on female beauty. The temple, nicknamed the “Citadel of Women,” was fashioned of roseate sandstone, far warmer than the gray stone used for most of the Khmer monuments. Banteay Srei was built to a woman’s scale, the courtyards a few yards across, the doorways barely tall enough for me to pass without ducking my head. Instead of phallic towers, it offered intricately carved walls and pediments. Graceful, voluptuous devatas served as guardians to the shrine, their smiling faces eloquent and serene.

I stood gazing at one of these figures, admiring her round, naked breasts with their eternally rigid nipples. I thought about Laurel and her refined little tits, so different from this sandstone goddess. My old lover seemed very far away.

Silently, Che came up behind me. “She reminds me of you,” he murmured, bringing his hands up to cradle my breasts. He tweaked the tips, sending currents of electricity racing for my pussy.

“Che! Please! Someone will see.”

“Everyone’s out in front, having a cold drink and recovering from the heat.” His hands slipped to my thighs. His thumbs sought the crevice between them.

“Che…” He turned me to face him, silencing my protests with a ferocious kiss. “We shouldn’t,” I murmured, my knees already weak.

“Why not?” He cupped my buttocks in his palms and pulled me against the swelling in his groin.

“I’m old enough to be your mother. Or at least your older sister.”

“Nonsense.” He rubbed his cock against my jeans, making me squirm.

“What would your people think? Your family? You getting it on with a big Black American woman ten years older than you?”

His face darkened. “I don’t have a family. They all died in the killing fields.”

“Oh, Che! I didn’t know…” I took him in my arms, stroked his hair. “I’m so sorry.” At last I understood the cynicism I sometimes saw in his face. “How did you escape?”

“A monk smuggled me over the border. I was just a baby. I grew up in a monastery in Ubon, in Thailand. The American soldiers taught me English.” He sighed and moved away from me. “I didn’t come back until I was seventeen.”

“And that was what year?”

“Nineteen ninety five… I doubt that you’re forty-two, Doa.”

“No, I’m only thirty…” The world shifted. What did I know, with my prejudices, my assumptions? My superiority and my self-pity?

All at once I wanted him. I grabbed him and fastened my mouth on his, grinding my pelvis against his hardness. He opened to me, held me tight as if he was afraid I would evaporate. “Where can we go?” I panted when we broke for breath.

He led me into the dark recesses of one of the libraries flanking the main sanctuary. “The guards are hanging out with the group, taking photos.” He turned me to face the wall. I yanked my jeans down around my ankles. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, pulling my sodden panties to my knees. One of his long fingers slipped into my pussy. I trembled at his touch. He stroked my bare ass reverently. I thought I’d die from frustration.

“Fuck me, Che. Put on a condom and fuck me.”

I braced myself against the stone and arched back, spreading my legs as well as I could given the constraints of my clothing.  His cock sliding into me felt like coming home—smooth and full and completely right.

He rocked forward, leaning into my body. His cock delved deeper into my slick tunnel. He pulled back. My muscles closed on his slippery flesh, desperate to keep him inside. He moaned and rammed himself back in, up to the root, forcing me to the wall. My tits grazed the stone. My fingers grappled at the curlicue carvings, seeking stability as he drove his cock into me again and again. He grabbed me by the hips, his fingernails digging into my flesh, and ravaged me.

I had thought Laurel had no mercy. This man made her seem gentle and weak by comparison. He pistoned in and out, harder and faster than I’d ever dreamed. I loved every instant. He mashed my body against the building with each stroke. I writhed and arched back, struggling to open myself further, to take him deeper.

Moaning non-stop, I teetered on the edge of climax. Che grunted with each frenzied thrust. He drove his cock into my body like a machine, again and again and again, until my pussy was raw and my hands were bruised and abraded from the rock. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to stay like that forever, pinned to the wall, his cock embedded in my cunt, like the copulating gods in some ancient erotic sculpture.

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About Lisabet

 

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. 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 – nearly 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 (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

I have a code for you, but it is only available for one more day.  You can buy Gemini Rising, my new taboo dark fantasy for 20% off and 20% off the other books on the site with the code TR2Z44E4.  So head out to this link:  https://blacklotustaboobooks.com/gemini-rising-by-bianca-swan/ and start saving!  (that last text I borrowed for all the annoying ads you see.  haha)

 

I was very flattered and proud when I read the page devoted to Gemini Rising.  From the site:

“Gemini Rising, the newest novel by celebrated author Bianca Swan, follows identical twins Alain and Alina as they discover just how deep their love for one another truly is.

Gemini Rising is an elegant love story, told beautifully by Bianca Swan, whose writing style is as sensual as her name.

Never has such a sensual sibling romance been woven. This voluptuous novel will leave you both spellbound and satisfied, with the ending guaranteed to shock you.”

See? I scarcely recognized myself. 🙂  They also sent 10 really nice images to use in promoting the book.

Here’s one of them:

The below image is one I did on Canva: