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October 11, 2014
Thank you so much for having me for a visit. I think I have fallen in love with the girl on the cover of my latest book Memories & Kisses. She is beautiful, of course, but what really attracts me is her mystery. I’m sure it is no accident that she uses bright red lipstick. Take a casual glance at her picture, and you are caught by that luscious, loveable mouth. Who does she kiss? Just one lover? Or several? Does she kiss men or perhaps women? Would she kiss me on the right evening?
What do you think? Is she thinking about memories of love lost? Perhaps the memories made trying to forget a lost love? Even old memories revisited by old friends, united in a kiss that rekindles flames, passions and desire, too. Old memories are like old red wine – all the richer for time passed. And the kisses taste sweeter too. Three romantic and very sexy stories take us back to things as they once were, and forward to the wonderful times to come.
Memories & Kisses has three stories of old loves remembered; a grieving woman rescued from the sea, two childhood friends growing old friendship into passionate loving, and two long separated teenagers finding that time has mellowed them both and maturity has brought a passionate intensity they had never imagined. All three stories are of rekindled love that survived decades of longing and is now ready to burst into flame.
The Storm ~ a newly widowed woman unable to face the world alone and lonely, buries her husband. Overcome by grief, she walks into the rough, grinding pitiless surf in an effort to blend the gray in her heart with the gray on the horizon. She is saved from the crashing waves by a man, a bearded white haired man who brings her back to life and gives her a reason to live again.
The Park ~ two childhood friends, now adults, reunite on the eve of the dedication of their once favorite playground now slated to become a high-tech water park. The destruction of their favorite playground makes them melancholy; reliving their dreams as children in this park inspires them to greater, more passionate long buried desires they never responded to as teens, but knew existed but in their memories.
The Story of Us ~ high school friends, once nearly sweethearts, reconnect in their sixties. The Internet removes the veil of uncomfortable shyness. They are open and revealing in emails about their youthful teenaged desires for one another. They discover what we all hope is true: that love is eternal. Surviving decades, not only in the shadowed recesses of our memories, but in a kiss, a touch, a magnetic embrace love thrives.
Do you have memories of a love that once was?…of a love that was lost?…of, perhaps, a rekindled love that survived decades of longing?
Excerpt from The Storm:
I walk to the surf, heaving for breath, weak from running against the rain, fighting the storm, the sadness, my loss – your death. I walk into the surf and keep walking. It is surprisingly warm and enveloping. I suddenly feel comforted, my heartbreak no longer a penetrating pain. I know you are with me and I seek out your embrace. I cry again, scream at the thunderous surf, and then I am gone. I can’t breathe and I am falling, rolling, tumbling in a hazy grey darkness that is wet, ferocious, demanding. Suddenly my dizzy comfort turns to fear and I struggle against the pounding, relentless waves. What have I done? I am a good swimmer and an athlete, but can I beat this? Instinct overcomes me. My heart pounds. I start to kick wildly. Moving my arms toward the surface, the current catches me again, tumbling me over and over. My lungs burn. I lose my bearing—which way is up, down? I start to get a sickening feeling of death, my own impending death, and, just as I start to give in, I feel the hand of God grab my hair and hood in a fierce grip and yank me to the surface. I feel the sky darken and the surf diminish. Everything tastes salty, gritty, and then my body heaves, relaxed, and my world goes black.
I awake to pounding on my chest; I am being rattled and something is covering my mouth and nose. I cough, retch, and then vomit the last vestiges of the ocean from my body. My mouth is filled with grit, sand, and the salty taste of taffy. I open my eyes and see God reaching down toward me. He leans over me and the salty ocean water drips from his face to mine. He is big, strong, and gasping; he is surrounded in a glowing aura which intensifies his white hair and white beard. I am frightened. I must be dead. But that cannot be! How foolish I am. He sits me up, tenderly and gently helps me to my feet, all the while holding me securely with large strong hands and then he speaks to me.
“Are you alright, miss? You scared me near to death when I saw you walk into the surf. Why in the world….Where do you live?”
I am alive to my senses.
“Wha. . . ?” My knees weaken and I fall further into his arms. Quickly, he catches my descent and carries me to a bench where he sits me down, moving the errant curls of hair from my cheeks, and speaks to me again.
“Where are you staying? Shall I call the police?”
I can feel my heart pounding against his chest.
“No, please, I’m . . . I’ll be fine. My key, my pocket; it’s in my pocket. Please…”
I can’t remember my hotel or where I am or why. As he unzips my pocket and removes my hotel key, he pulls my hood up over my head to shelter my face from the pelting rain. Collecting me under his arm, my body firmly in his grip, we walk slowly back to the hotel. The traffic is still sparse, no taxis to be seen. It seems to take forever. The storm is so much worse, the surf so high, sucking the wind into the watery folds as it retreats to the ocean. At once, I am so scared that I begin to tremble and yet, I feel protected.
As we walk into the hotel lobby, the bell captain approaches us and asks if I need the hotel doctor, whereupon my guardian says, “No, that won’t be necessary, thank you.” We take the elevator to my floor and I am finally in the sanctity of my room, as lonely as it is. My savior, my hero sits me in the desk chair while he goes to the bathroom and starts the shower. He returns. He is saying something to me that I can’t understand, but he starts to take my shoes off. Then he leans me forward, removes my windbreaker and sports bra, and helps me stand while he pulls relentlessly at my wet spandex knee-highs. He kicks off his own running shoes and removes his blazer. He carries me to the shower but I feel as if I’m watching the scene unfold from outside my own body. I am unafraid of this stranger.
The water is hot and piercing, but he is gentle, loving, and tender. He bathes me and washes my hair, lifting the removable nozzle to rinse the sand, grit, and seaweed from my hair and lithe body. My skin is a deep pink from the intense extreme of the cold grasp of the ocean and the heated comfort of the hot shower. His hands are everywhere, on every curve, gently caressing my skin with his soapy fingertips. He deftly, tenderly, washes my breasts, my taunt stomach and pussy. He controls himself, but I can’t let him stop. I look up at him, and notice he is watching himself bathe me. He seems to caress my buttocks as he cleans the sand from between my rounded cheeks. Unembarrassed, he rinses my body thoroughly, running his fingers though my shoulder-length brown hair. I feel safe, warmed, yet surprisingly aroused, weakened by my ordeal.
For the first time, it seems, he looks down at me. He takes me in as I look up at him, transfixed by his control. I am naked in my sorrow and my pain; he, fully clothed except for his windbreaker and shoes, smiles, touching my heart. I did not notice his erection in the shower, he is a complete gentleman. My breasts, the curve of my belly to my thigh, my face against his chest glisten in the shower, as I trust him to help me.
Author Bio and Links:
Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.
Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.
Previously Published at:
Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams
October 10, 2014
Remember the work in progress that featured a Welsh seaside town? Well, it now officially goes by the title of His Secret Boss and it’s part of the Cariad romance range from Xcite. Here’s the cover, which manages to be both classy yet imply lots of bedroom activity, which is always good…
October 9, 2014
…alongside Totally Bound big-hitters Carol Lynne and Bailey Bradford. If you want to find out Carol’s favourite romance authors, Bailey’s all-time music heroes and my top three keepers (that’s books, not footballers, though I could easily have discussed the latter in some considerable depth) and learn about my novella Night Voices, click on the cover below:
October 5, 2014
Some Sunday snogs coming up from books and stories with spooky themes this month, as Hallowe’en is on the horizon. Today, I’m bringing you a smoochy snippet from my Totally Bound shifter novella, Abyssinian Heat. One for cat lovers, this tells the story of Miranda, who’s just lost her beloved old moggy, Charlie, and is in the market for a replacement. In the meantime, she’s getting intimate with her on-off boyfriend, Finn – a bad boy who she knows isn’t any good for her, except in bed…
He wrapped the towel round me hastily, and carried me through to the bedroom. Placing me down on the bed, he bent over me and we shared a long, lingering kiss. My fingers tangled in his sleek black hair as our mouths mashed together. Finn never failed to rouse a deep hunger in me, an overpowering urge to have his cock buried in my aching pussy. But this was something beyond simple lust. This was a need to prove that life still went on, even though Charlie was gone. This was something raw and feral, an animal instinct my body couldn’t help but obey.
Impatient to have Finn naked, I grabbed the belt of his jeans, fumbling it undone before turning my attention to his zip.
“Whoa, slow down there, sweetheart,” Finn said in an amused tone.
“I can’t,” I replied. “I need to see that big, beautiful cock of yours. I want to feel it sliding up into my pussy, giving me the fucking of my life.”
Finn must have realised how out of character my behaviour was. I never used dirty talk and I usually let him take the lead in bed. Now, I was almost ripping the clothes off him and he was clearly loving it. He never wore underwear, so when I pulled his jeans down his cock uncoiled at once, almost pushing itself into my grasp. I stroked its hot, smooth length, marvelling at how quickly it grew fully hard.
Normally, I liked Finn to lick me for a while, getting me good and wet before he fucked me, but today my juices were already flowing freely. I pushed him on to his back and straddled his crotch, guiding his cock into place. Our eyes met, the devilish twinkle in Finn’s reflected in my own in the moment before I slowly sank down, taking him all the way inside me.
He reached up to play with my tits as I rode him, squeezing my muscles hard round his shaft to give him as much pleasure as I could.
“Don’t stop,” he begged as I pulled almost all the way off him. Leaning forward, I gave him a long, sensual kiss, before sliding back down. I could have teased him like that for a while, but the wild spirit that infected me urged me on to make us both come, soon and hard.
To find out what happens when Miranda acquires her new cat, and discovers the secrets both it and Finn are hiding, pick up a copy of Abyssinian Heat. And don’t forget to visit Blissekiss for loads more lovely snogs.
October 3, 2014
Until 31st October, you can find my Xcite m/m novella Ridden Hard free on iTunes. If you want to find out what happens when an actor lies about his horsemanship in order to win a part, then finds himself at the mercy of a dominant riding instructor, click on the cover below to pick up your copy.
September 29, 2014
…talking about my Totally Bound novella, Night Voices, and explaining why, even in the age of all things digital, listening to the radio is still a sexy experience. To find out more, click on the cover below:
September 28, 2014
Here’s a hotter than hot snippet as part of this week’s Blissekiss Sunday Snog. It comes from my Totally Bound ménage story, Everything to Him, the tale of a young journalist who gets the chance to live a billionaire’s lifestyle for a magazine feature. Felix Meredith has agreed to share everything for the story, and that includes his wife, Amber…
He paused to shower her face with kisses as she hung, suspended above him, the head of his dick bathed in her flowing juices but not yet breaching her entrance.
“You’d do it?” she asked, in the moment before she slid down on to his upthrust length. “You’d let Josh fuck me? And it wouldn’t change anything between us?”
“Nothing could change the way I feel about you,” he assured her, his words breathed directly into her ear. “I love you, Amber, and I always will. You’re everything to me. That’s why I want to do this, because I’m sure it will strengthen what we feel for each other, not weaken it.”
Then he was pushing up, into the hot, clutching grasp of her cunt. Amber cried out at the delicious penetration, feeling the two of them become one. He gripped her arse cheeks, holding her secure, and she wrapped her arms round the back of his neck. The musk of his cologne, the muskier scent of his body mingled so seductively with it, inflamed her senses. “Fuck me, Felix,” she pleaded. “Show me just what I mean to you.”
His response was to jab into her with short, almost brutal thrusts that slammed her against the wall. The jerking motions sent a dull friction through her pussy, setting her clit pulsing. Her moans filled the hallway and she was sure Alison would come running, alerted by the commotion. If the housekeeper arrived and saw them, Felix still fully dressed, Amber naked, fucking for all they were worth, would they stop what they were doing? She very much doubted it.
You can get hold of Everything to Him either as a standalone story or as part of the Sharing the Billionaire anthology. And you can enjoy a selection of snogs, from torrid to tender, over at Blissekiss.
September 26, 2014
I’ve been trying to hold back on showing off this gorgeous cover for a while, seeing as the book won’t be available till December, but I just can’t wait any longer. Here’s the design for The Pride of Amsterdam, the first in a new m/m paranormal series for Totally Bound – Lionhearts.
Now you know the reason for all those views of Amsterdam, but if you want to learn more about the secrets the city holds in this tale of mystery, murder (oh, and of course, hot sex), keep watching this space…
September 17, 2014
Today I’m interviewing the heroine of my new erotic romance, The Ingredients of Bliss. Mei Lee ‘Emily” Wong, who first appeared in my short story Her Secret Ingredient, is a smart young chef who is determined to forge a career in TV in the United States. Focused on those aspirations, she doesn’t expect to become emotionally entangled with the men with whom she works.
But I should probably let her speak for herself
Lisabet Sarai: Greetings, Emily!
Mei Lee Wong: Hi, Lisabet.
LS: If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a few questions, so that my readers can get to know you a bit better.
MW: Sure. I’m happy to help. What do you want to know?
LS: Hmm. Well, I could ask you about your background – I gather you earned a Grand Diplôme at the Cordon Bleu in Paris and worked at a Michelin-starred restaurant in Hong Kong – but I’ll bet that what really interests readers in your unconventional sex life.
MW: “Unconventional.” That’s a delicate way to phrase it!
LS: Yes, well, I suspect that having two handsome, virile lovers isn’t exactly common among my readership! Especially one that’s a dominant and another that’s a submissive. How do you work that out?
MW: To be honest, I let Harry – my Master – manage the details. He directs our scenes – it’s way too complicated for me. It does help that both Harry and Etienne really care about me. I’m embarrassed by the whole thing, a lot of time, but they seem to be surprisingly comfortable with the way things have unfolded. Each in his own way is dedicated to my pleasure.
LS: You call bondage, spankings and nipple clamps “pleasure”? (grins)
MW: I’ll ignore that question, Lisabet. Coming from you, I know it’s facetious. Anyway, I love them both. I’m not sure that our triangle is stable, though.
LS: When Harry and Etienne were kidnapped by the Iron Hammer Triad, how did you feel?
MW: Devastated. Terrified. And really, really angry. I was determined to get them back.
LS: You thought you could get the better of an international crime syndicate? Isn’t that pretty presumptuous?
MW: Well, I didn’t have much choice. The Marseille police detective assigned to the case wouldn’t even listen to me. And I expected my secret might help.
LS: Ah. And what is your secret?
MW: Come on, Lisabet! You know I’m not going to reveal that here! Readers are going to have to buy the book to discover the answer to that question.
Blurb for The Ingredients of Bliss:
One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?
Accomplished cook Mei Lee ‘Emily’ Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner Mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.
When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organisations?
Like the sound of The Ingredients of Bliss?
About Lisabet Sarai:
I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I’ve continued to indulge both passions as I’ve matured. Usually I’m an improvisational cook; I’m not all that fond of following recipes, and when I do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the more spice, the better.
You could say the same about my writing. Since the release of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I’ve published lots of erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.
I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.
Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai
Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai
September 10, 2014
OK, so this is just a way of showing off the fact that I’m learning to read and speak a little bit of Dutch, but on browsing the Spitsnieuws website (think the Netherlands equivalent of the Daily Star, though with more Justin Bieber) I found the results of a survey commissioned for the sex shop chain Christine le Duc into favourite fantasies. It seems that in the Netherlands, the top fantasy for women is sex in the open air (though not much chance of that with the freakily wet and cold weather they’ve had for a large part of the summer), followed by sex with more than one person and erotic roleplay third. For men, threesomes (or more) come top, then sex outdoors and sex with a celebrity. But there’s no sign of anyone wanting to do it in a windmill in Old Amsterdam…
You can see the full article (in Dutch) here.