Please welcome my guest and superlative erotic writer, Lisabet Sarai, to my blog to showcase her newest book.
Nasty Business A BDSM romantic erotica by Lisabet Sarai Books We Love, 2012 Blurb All's fair in lust and business Ruby Maxwell Chen, lovely and ruthless CEO of a huge British business empire, is used to getting her way. When she encounters the strangely charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match. From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. Neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth the path to success. Neither anticipates that their mutual attraction will turn into something far more intense and difficult to control. As their struggle for dominance escalates, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender. Novel-length book includes “Shades of Red”, a bonus story about Ruby's introduction to BDSM! Excerpt Bravo." A soft, melodious male voice, and then the sound of applause. "I'm extremely impressed." I pull myself abruptly upright. Did someone dare to watch me and my medieval servitor? I have just been finger-fucked to exhaustion, yet my first reaction is a wave of total, incomprehensible lust. Incomprehensible because the man who stands between the parted curtains is not at all my type. He is short and wiry. His hair is scraggly and a bit too long around his ears, and he has a dreadful drooping black mustache. He wears nondescript jeans and a khaki shirt. Somehow, though, he radiates sexuality. His aura is palpable, the air thick and sticky as syrup. He fixes me with his intense, dark eyes and grins. I feel like I am melting. I want to spread my legs wider, desperately offer my swelling sex for him to use as he will. I struggle with my impulses, close my legs decisively and try to stare him down. "I gather you were spying on me and my admirer." "Indeed. A most entertaining and instructive tableau." He enters the balcony-space, letting the curtains close behind him, and picks up the flogger. The knotted thongs dangle an inch above my cleavage. "You seem to be quite an expert in the arts of discipline." "Hardly," I say, taking the whip from him, trying to take control of the interaction. "I am just beginning to explore the possibilities. But," I say, my eyes narrowing to watch his reaction, "I do find myself quite sensitive to my partners' desires to yield to my power." "I could see that. You knew what he wanted, and you gave it to him." He pauses and searches my face. "But, do you know what I want?" Truly, I have no idea. He seems fascinated by the flogger, but I sense only a hint of submission in him, a playful curiosity totally different from the aching need of my recent conquest. His eyes play over my body in a leisurely fashion, appreciative, it seems, but not urgent. Surreptitiously, I glance at his fly: an appealing bulk there, but no indication of arousal. I, on the other hand, am hornier than I have been in weeks. Maybe months. Or ever. My clit throbs like a sore tooth. I lean forward so that my breasts part invitingly, and lick my painted lips. "Tell me what you want," I purr. "I'm feeling generous tonight, and just might grant your request." He leans toward me in answer, and grasps my chin. Strange electricity flows from his touch. My breasts ache. My cunt is on fire. "I want you to take me home with you," he says with a cryptic smile. And then he kisses me. I am not sentimental. I am not romantic, susceptible, easily mastered. But I swear, I could drown in this kiss. His lips are smooth and full, his tongue demanding. He tastes of peppermint, and behind that, an aromatic trace of pipe tobacco. I smell his cologne, something clean, woodsy, Scandinavian. I do not want to give in, and yet I do. I return his kiss, open my mouth wide to his probing. He senses my partial surrender, and presses his advantage. He has slipped his hand inside my vest, now, and is pinching my nipple hard. I love it. I am awash with lust. I am dying for him to take me. My sex is liquid, spilling over. My scent rises in the velvet-draped space. I know that I cannot hide my desire, but still I try. "You seem most enthusiastic," I say, my voice surprisingly steady. "But why should I allow you into my personal space?" "Because you want to," he says, deftly extricating my breast from its leather casing and planting a kiss on its tip. "And because you think that you will have more control on your home territory. As an interloper, I will necessarily be at a disadvantage." He's right. Many women would feel vulnerable, bringing a stranger into their home, but I'm more confident on my own turf than in some unfamiliar locale. I am astonished at his perspicacity. Who is this man? He appears so ordinary and yet there is both physical attraction, and psychological intrigue. Buylinks: All Romance ebooks Smashwords Amazon Bio: More than a decade ago LISABET SARAI experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published five single author short story collections and seven erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS. Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai's Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).
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 Please welcome Debra Smith to my blog with her first book, The Keeper of the Key. If that awesome cover above doesn't entice you, I'm sure her excerpt will. It launches the story with a zinger of a problem.
But first, here's the blurb for the story, and a little about Debra. Blurb Kate, an everyday book store owner, is thrown into a world of danger after receiving a letter from her deceased husband. She follows the clues into the arms of Xander, a tough guy she can’t stop herself from responding to. Her body ignites from a single glance, and she is unable to control her passions. Despite her love they are doomed to fail, because a human can never survive a vampire's hunger. Xander admires the fiery temper of the seductive human he’s determined to help follow the dangerous trail her dead husband sent her on, ending in the mythical land of Shangri La. In an effort to save her, Xander bonds them together, sentencing her to death unless he can undo the blood tie. Though he craves her touch, he's forced to push her away while they battle their way to the chaos at the heart of Shangri La. Can he protect her from her family’s secrets and find a way to be together, or will their love be lost in the pits of a crumbling castle? Author Bio I love romance of all kinds. I've been writing all my life and decided to follow my passion. Thanks to a loving husband and the chaos caused by my three wonderful children I find inspiration in all things. I grew up In Colorado but currently live in North Dakota. I was never one of the people in high school that knew what they wanted to do in life. I was lost. I had things I enjoyed but never felt passionate about. The love of animals, travel, art, and creative writing seemed impossible to combine. So I drifted trying to find the thing that ignited a fire in my heart. Then not long ago I decided to finally tell everyone about the lives of the people in my head. Sounds completely crazy I know, but they felt real to me and much like the heroines of my stories I decided to fight for them. CHAPTER ONE The bell jingled above the door as a uniformed man carrying an envelope crossed the threshold. Kate pushed her glasses up her nose and placed her new romance novel on the book store’s counter, careful to mark the page. “Katherine Collins?” The man scanned the small storefront. Kate darted a glance at his embroidered name tag. Chip, how quaint. “Yes, how can I help you, Chip?” “I have a delivery from Tom Collins dated for today. Could you show me some identification and please sign?” She froze, not even daring to breathe. Kate felt the blood drain from her face. The scent of fresh-cut grass, the sound of deep laughter, and the sweet taste of fresh strawberries lingered in her thoughts. “Miss, is everything all right?” Kate jumped with a start and blinked as her mind returned to the present. "I beg your pardon." Kate flushed. His eyes filled with concern as he repeated his question. “Yes, everything’s fine.” Kate reached down behind the counter and retrieved her ID from her purse. She steadied her hand as she handed the man her license. “Thank you. Could you sign on the line at the bottom of the page?” She nodded in a daze, the torrent of emotions cascading through her body too much to process. “Have a nice day, miss.” The man tipped his hat and offered a gentile smile. “You too.” Her smile was a remembered politeness. The man walked out, and Kate stared at the envelope. She lied. Everything wasn't fine. The package was from her husband Tom, and he had died a year ago. “Jenny, I need you to mind the register for a moment. I need to go to my office.” Kate called to her one employee stocking her new shipment of books for the store. Kate didn't wait for a response as she walked to the back of her book store. The door emitted a soft click as it closed. She engaged the lock, not because she wasn't sure of her safety, but to buy her time to calm her thoughts. Air rushed past her lips when she collapsed in her chair. The old clock hanging on the wall marked the time, while she took several deep breaths trying to appease her aching heart. Tears fell down her cheeks. A fresh wound burned, raw on her heart. Maybe his death wasn't behind her. “Tom,” she whispered as she caressed the envelope with trembling fingers. Her heart pounded, while her hand ghosted to her desk drawer to retrieve her letter opener. Kate slid the silver tip in the corner of the envelope, relying on familiar routine instead of a steady hand. She winced at the harsh tearing of paper. She cautiously slid the contents on her desk and scrunched her eyebrows. Two small things spilled out of the belly of the envelope. A delicate, silver necklace with a blue water lily pendant and a folded letter rested on the dark wood of her desk. Kate reached forward and claimed one of the two confusing contents. Kate held the delicate lily between her fingers. The light glinted off the blue petals, causing her breath to hitch. Her fingers tingled while a dreamlike familiarity filled her heart. Why would Tom send a necklace? Maybe the letter holds the answer. She opened the folded pages, making the paper crinkle in protest. She took a moment to let the unshed tears clear from her eyes before she began. My Dearest Kate, I’m sorry that I am no longer with you. I tried to protect you, but if you are reading this, I have failed. First, trust no one. What you are about to discover is dangerous. People will try to hurt you to gain the knowledge I have uncovered. The necklace is the key. You must hide it. We are not alone in this world. Forces of which you cannot possibly imagine will try to stop you. I know you had Great Expectations for our life, and I’m sorry I’m not there. You must find Xander. He can help you as he once helped me. Start at the Crossing, he should be there. Be careful. I have left clues for only your eyes. Be brave. I love you. Forever Yours, Tom Kate folded up the letter, matching the creases exactly as Tom once had, and wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks. The whole thing was crazy. A letter from her dead husband, dire warnings, and tales of dark forces was too much to handle. She needed time to think. Heck, she needed a drink. Walking to the front of the store, she flipped the sign on the door to closed. Kate blew a slow stream of air past her lips. “Everything okay, boss? We aren't supposed to close for another few hours.” “I’m just not feeling well. Let’s call it a day.” Jenny popped her strawberry bubble gum and jumped from the stool, eager to escape her boredom and have a life at least for the evening. “Okay, but I still get paid for the time, right?” Jenny asked while stuffing her fashion magazines in her oversized purse. “Sure, Jenny, of course.” Kate pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. “Cool . Thanks, Kate. See you tomorrow.” Jenny skipped to the door, the scent of her Lucky perfume temporarily muting the smell of books. “See you tomorrow.” Kate sighed as her gaze drifted to her office. Her heels tapped along the hardwood floor while she made her way to the front door. She clicked the deadbolt into place and scanned the cars and people in front of her shop. Nothing seemed unusual. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she returned her gaze to her office. She had a choice to make, and she needed to hide the necklace. Whatever was going on, it was important enough for Tom to come back to life, however briefly. BUYLINK for the Keeper of the Key  Loose Id has given me the release date for Steel Dominance, my third book in the award-winning Steamwork Chronicles series. (Best Erotic Steampunk 2011 The Romance reviews) This one is the story of Dankyo, the Dom who emerged from Iron Dominance. He's a little meaner than Theo to start with but Sofia mellows him. Current Blurb: A brilliant researcher, Sofia must unravel the ancient puzzle of the Clockwork Warrior or her career will be in tatters. Yet the tomb of the warrior is in the dangerous city of Byzantium, inside the harem of the Emperor. She knew she’d have to pose as a slave—but not that her “owner” would be the incredibly bossy, gorgeous bodyguard she’s been assigned. A life of military duty has left Dankyo unprepared for Sofia. He’s never met a woman quite like this. She’s smart and beautiful, and she’s something that he’s finding almost irresistible—despite the way she fights against masquerading as his slave, she’s submissive right down to the bottom of her soul. And that’s bringing out every dominant instinct in his body. But even as he realizes she’s captured his heart, the city explodes into madness. Surviving seems impossible. Can love and a Dom who will never give up overcome sheer bloody-minded evil?  creative commons license |
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