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September 26, 2013
Guest Blogger: Giselle Renarde
Oh No She Didn’t!
Oh no I didn’t? Oh yes I did! I wrote Adam and Sheree’s Family Vacation: a book so vile, so filthy, so taboo that it was banned by Amazon and many other retailers.
You’d think I’d have learned my lesson. Amazon is the world’s biggest seller of ebooks, right? If they won’t carry it, isn’t that like throwing months of hard work down the drain? Wouldn’t you think a clever, business-conscious writer would pack it in and write something a little tamer?
Well, I guess I’m an idiot because… I wrote another one.
The sequel to Adam and Sheree’s Family Vacation is called Adam and Sheree’s Family Business, and it’s every bit as sordid as the first. No, it’s more sordid. Not only does the sequel feature shockingly explicit sex between a brother and sister, it includes all the dirty details of how Sheree drags her brother Adam (and all three of his college housemates!) into her fledgling porn business.
So why on earth would I write a book that’s 100% guaranteed to get banned by Amazon? Their rules are clear: they don’t allow erotic content that includes sex between blood relatives. Same goes for ebook retailers like All Romance and BookStrand. Even if I am lucky enough to work with a publisher that welcomes taboo content, am I stupid or what? I’ve now written two novellas readers’ go-to online bookshop refuses to carry.
Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty stupid.
But there’s something about censorship that gets my goat. Maybe I didn’t rebel enough as a teenager, I don’t know, but when I hear there’s something the Amazonian Amazon WILL NOT ALLOW… well, I can’t help but wonder why. Why can’t I write an erotic story about a sexual relationship between two consenting adults?
Well, there’s an easy answer: because they’re siblings. And that’s just not permissible.
Remember when Flowers in the Attic came out and everyone in your class at school read it before the parental units found out why the kids always had their faces shoved in a book? Is Amazon now the scolding parent we writers are looking out for over our shoulders while we work?
And, speaking of Flowers in the Attic, why is Amazon totally cool about carrying a popular incest book by a bestselling author, but they won’t carry books by low-grossing writers like me (and maybe you, if you’re an author too)? Who gets to dictate what constitutes literary merit? Why does explicit fiction get so brutally castigated? Can’t a book be smutty and thought-provoking?
These are the questions I ask myself while cutting coupons and praying my rent cheque doesn’t bounce.
Sibling incest is an uncomfortable topic, but that’s why so many readers find it titillating. The more Big Daddy Amazon says YOU CAN’T READ THAT, the more we want to. Same goes for writers. Tell us we can’t explore a topic, and going to write the holy hell out of it.
Adam and Sheree’s Family Vacation, as well as its brand new sequel Adam and Sheree’s Family Business, may not be available from Amazon, but you CAN purchase them at eXcessica’s EDEN website and Barnes & Noble.
Available from:
Excessica
Barnes & Noble
Kobobooks.com
Smashwords
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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
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September 25, 2013
Guest Blogger: Dakota Trace
“Come on! Quit your lollygagging.” I placed my hands on my hips. “And don’t even look at me that way. It was your dumbass that gave away the toy to Lucy.”
Livvy trudged in, a former shade of her vibrant self. “Well, I wasn’t expecting you to drag me all the way back here. I thought that you and Wyk were going to be the ones retrieving the toys. Not me.”
“Excuse me? You thought you were going to get off scot free and have me do your dirty work. I don’t think so!” I shoved the box of chocolate covered cherries at her. “Carry these and so help me God if you even take a single one, I’m going to break your fn’ fingers.”
Tossing her messy braid over her shoulder, Livvy pouted. “No need to be a bitch, slave. It’s not like you haven’t had to clean up my messes before.”
Counting to ten wasn’t going to do any good. I just knew it. “I should be writing, Livvy. Not chasing all over half of kingdom come retrieving the toys you stole. You’re supposed to be my inspiration not my object of frustration.”
Livvy actually laughed at me. “Don’t you realize that they are one in the same? If I didn’t keep your life hopping you’d…”
“I’d actually get something done!” I stomped further into the room, ignoring Livvy. “Okay peeps, we’ve made the long journey across the sea to Ms. Felthouse’s blog, so if you followed us from Sexy Erotic Xciting Reviews yesterday – Great! If not, this is the scoop-” I pointed to the muse behind me, fiddling with the bow on the chocolates. “Don’t even think it, Livvy. Anyway my muse decided it would be a good idea to hide the toys from Mistress Venus’s toy bag on several of her blogging friends’ sites. So we’re out to find them. That’s where you come in. See the graphic below? Enter it into the rafflecopter thingie for a chance to win the grand prize basket. It includes a flogger, a pair of pleather cuffs, a sleep mask and a e-copy of Wyk’s Surrender. I’ll be announcing the winner on Wrap-up party on October 2nd. We’ll be hanging out from 7pm-9pm CST on Facebook.”
“Don’t forget to mention the second prize, slave.” Livvy edged the ribbon off.
“The second place prize will be a $10 gift certificate to one lucky person who collects the toys from all eight stops – so don’t forget to hit up the previous stops if you haven’t.” Seeing her slip off the ribbon from box, I come unglued. “Give me that!” I snatched it away from her. “This is supposed to be for Lucy. It’s part of the ransom to get back the toy you stashed here!”
Livvy stuck her lower lip out. It should’ve looked utterly ridiculous with her fuchsia pink corset and leggings but as always she looked irresistible.
“Spoilsport.” Livvy grumbled.
I strove for a patience I didn’t feel. “Anyway. The second part of the ransom is a quote from Wyk’s Surrender.” (Keep track of these, because they will earn you entries for the door prize at the wrap up party 
)
Anyway, thank you Lucy for having me and Livvy stop by and enjoy the chocolates. If you have time, please check out the blurb below.”
Quote:
“Yes, Mistress. I hope this will prepare me for what she needs.” ~Wyk’s admission to why he’s using 1NightStand.
*****
She wants to mark him and make him hers…
Mistress “V” lusts after her boss. She wants him at her mercy, begging for her touch, but he only knows her as his very capable assistant Venus. When an off-hand comment dashes her hopes, the sexy domme turns to Madame Eve at 1Night Stand for help…
He isn’t sure he can handle the dark pleasure she promises…
Living up to his father’s expectations has driven Wyk Havas to the edge. His curvaceous assistant Venus wants to push him past those limits, and he’s damn near attracted enough to try. But Venus’s preference for men to submit to her threw him for a loop. Can a date from 1Night Stand show him if he’s able to submit to a woman?
Can Wyk truly surrender to Mistress V’s pleasure or were they doomed from the start?
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Decadent Publishing
*****
September 24, 2013
Hump Day Hook No. 27 #HDH
Hi everyone and welcome to Hump Day Hook, which is basically where authors post a paragraph from a WIP or a published work to show it off to the world. This week, I’m sharing a snippet from my new release, Rubenesque erotic romance novella, Mean Girls.
As usual, Adele Blackthorne felt the weight of gazes on her as she walked from the changing room to the steps to get into the swimming pool. She was used to it by now, and had learned not to react, to just carry on as though she hadn’t noticed people staring and not-so-subtly pointing at her.
With a polite nod to Oliver, the lifeguard, as she passed him, Adele was grateful for his much more favorable reaction. If he thought she resembled a beached whale, he hid it much better than everyone else did. The warmth in his eyes as he nodded back even looked genuine. But she had no illusions, he probably slagged her off the moment he got into the staffroom, or home, talking about the fat woman who went swimming three times a week without fail. But for now, she’d pretend he didn’t. Pretend he thought she was sexy, and wanted to get lost in her abundant curves. God knows she’d like him to.
Want more? Of course you do! Here’s the page for Mean Girls. And click here to go and visit the rest of the Hump Day Hook gang. Leave us comments about our pieces – we love it! 
Happy Reading x
Guest Blogger: Kelly Lawrence aka Michelle Kelly
Writing a Regency
Just what is it about a Regency hero that is so sexy? I must admit when I was first asked to write a Regency romance I rolled my eyes a little. I’ve never been a huge fan of Jane Austen – shock horror for a romance writer, but I write on the erotic side of the romance genre, and that period always brings to mind tea in china cups and old ladies in crinoline. Not very sexy, surely.
The more I dug into the period though, the more I realised why it remains a popular era for readers of hot and steamy romance. The erotic potential was spine-tingling, in fact. It was a time when handsome men in tight breeches danced under the stars with women who had never been kissed, while beautiful courtesans were the toast and talk of the town. A time of men fighting duels to the death to defend the women they loved, of notorious gambling halls, decadent fashion, daring revolutions and whispers of scandal. If I had to sum the period up in one word it would be this; juicy.
And the men! Pirates, spies, smugglers and highwaymen…this was the ultimate age of the bad boy. So, pen in hand and those hot guys in tight breeches firmly on my mind, I sat down to write my first Regency romance. Blushing courtesans, mysterious highwaymen, duels at dawn and a lot of steamy erotic scenes. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes on. Here’s a little sneak peek of ‘The Virgin Courtesan’ out in ebook 1st October with Harlequin Books. Enjoy….
Extract from ‘The Virgin Courtesan’.
Juliana shifted uncomfortably in the rattling stagecoach, trying to calm the nerves that assailed her. She drew her pelisse around the white muslin gown that was far too revealing, with its plunging décolleté, to be any use against a chilly spring night. It wasn’t just the cold that was making her shiver; she was on her way for an intimate evening with Lord Salter, and if the night’s events went as planned she would officially be a courtesan. The new toast of Covent Garden….
The stage rattled on. Taking a peek out, Juliana saw that it was near dark, and jumped at the sudden hoot of an owl. They were some way outside London now, in woods Juliana was unsure of. Quite why Lord Salter couldn’t simply receive her at his town house, which would be far more usual, she had no idea. She began to wish she had accepted the gin that Rose had offered her before she left. But on an empty stomach, she had not deemed it wise.
The coach came to an abrupt halt, causing Juliana to drop her fan. Cursing in a most unladylike manner she went to see what the problem was, then froze in horror as she heard the words every night traveller dreaded.
‘Stand and deliver!’
A highwayman. Though the laws against them were stricter than ever and the penalty, death, still they were known to menace English roads. Desperate and dangerous men, most of them, in spite of the romantic tales of ‘gentleman highwaymen’ that went around. No woman who repeated such tales had ever actually encountered one, Juliana wagered.
Nevertheless, as the coach door was flung open, the first impression Juliana got, in spite of her fear, was of a tall and handsome man, with a full sensual mouth under his mask and strong lean thighs in his breeches.
‘Your purse, Madam,’ he insisted in tones that struck her as well cultured for such a devil. Then she saw the pistol in his hand and heard the terrified pleading of the stage coach driver, and his face swam before her, then vanished into darkness.
Author Bio
Kelly has been writing since she was able to pick up a pen and wrote her first novel, an historical romance about Anne Boleyn, at the tender age of twelve; it consists of 200 notebook pages tied together with string and still takes pride of place in her grandmothers’ display cabinet. ‘Wicked Games’ was her first book, a true-life erotic memoir published by Black Lace on 4th July 2013. Her first erotic romance for Harlequin Historical Undone ‘The Virgin Courtesan’ is published in October 2013 under ‘Michelle Kelly’ and she also writes New Adult romance, with ‘Unconditional’, the first in a trilogy being published later this year and has a writing guide ‘Passionate Plots’ being published late 2013. She has recently become a practicing Buddhist, mainly because it keeps her sane, and writes regularly about this www.meditatelikeagirl.com.***
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September 23, 2013
A Bit of Rough and A Menu with a Difference Re-released!
Hi everyone,
I’m just popping by to let you know that two of my books have been re-released. I’ve kept pretty quiet about the whole Noble Romance debacle, but now it’s all over and I have my rights back, I’m happy. Two of the books I got back, A Menu with a Difference and A Bit of Rough have just been re-released with Tirgearr Publishing. Their covers are similar (which I’m pleased about, as I love both those covers) and they’ve been re-edited. I’m very happy to have these two short stories back on the market.
The two other pieces I got rights back to won’t be so quick to reappear. I want to rewrite and extend them both, so I’ve got to try and squeeze that in amongst all my other projects, of which there are many!
So, here’s the skinny on my two re-releases:
A Menu with a Difference
Will a weekend in a luxury hotel make Annette’s deepest fantasies come true?
When Jed and Annette spend a weekend in a luxury hotel, they’re planning to take full advantage of the hot tub and large bed – preferably with a third party. Annette’s never been with another woman before, but she’s eager to experience some Sapphic delight. When the couple meets waitress Tamara at the restaurant they’re lunching at, they agree she’s perfect in many ways; but is she on the menu?
More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-menu-with-a-difference/
A Bit of Rough
When Alison meets Andrew, she instantly pegs him as a moron. He’s a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She’s not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there’s no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.
More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-bit-of-rough/
Happy reading!
Lucy x
September 22, 2013
Six-Pack Stud-a-Thon
How’s this for a Stud-A-Thon? Two of my favourite examples of eye candy. And they happen to be the stars of my favourite TV show, Supernatural. Because of copyright and all that, I haven’t been able to find any shirtless photographs of them to include, but you’ll find plenty if you hit Google. Especially of Soulless Sam *fans self*. Well, what can I say? Even with clothes on, these boys are hot. Tall, dark, gorgeous, lovely smiles, great sense of humour… the list goes on. If you don’t already watch Supernatural, you can probably see why I do – Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles are both firmly in my top ten future husbands list. And if you want to see that list, check out my board on Pinterest.
Now, onto more gorgeousness and the rest of the hop. Here’s a pic of the grand prizes…
Here’s how to enter the giveaway…
And here’s how to enter my giveaway for a gift card.
Now carry on hopping. Have fun! x
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September 21, 2013
The 100th Sunday Snog
Wow, 100 Sunday Snogs, how cool is that? Congrats to Victoria, that’s an awful lot of kissing. I hope your characters have some lip balm 
This event, as well as being generally fabulous, has excellent timing. My Rubenesque novella, Mean Girls, came out Friday, so I’m sharing a sexy snogging snippet from that. Here goes:
Oliver mirrored her movement, pulling her more tightly to him so their mouths mashed together. After a beat, the two of them opened their lips and began to tentatively explore. Thrills coursed through Oliver’s body as their tongues met, battled briefly, then took turns to slip inside each other. Despite the fact Adele probably had as little experience as he did, she definitely knew what she was doing. Her other hand moved to his waist, slipping beneath his t-shirt and lightly caressing his stomach. Soon, his cock cottoned on to the action and began to stir.
Their kiss grew more heated. Fingers tightened in hair, gripped clothing. Breaths became pants, chests heaved. A series of cute moans emanated from Adele’s throat, ramping Oliver’s arousal ever higher. He could hardly believe he was here, doing this with the woman he’d been mooning over for months. They’d gone from zero to maybe fifty in the space of a few days, and both him and his cock wanted to rev things up so they hit a full on sixty, and beyond.
He pulled away.
“Hey, what’s up?” Adele said, her eyes wide and lips swollen.
Oliver didn’t reply. Instead he grabbed her and rolled her on top of him.
“Whoa!” she said, as she settled into position, her knees either side of his waist. “I’ll squash you.”
“Adele, be quiet. You won’t. I know you’re painfully aware of the fact that you’re a big girl, but you have to remember that I’m also a big boy. And I’m strong, too. So just relax and enjoy yourself.”
You can find out more about this book and grab your copy here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/mean-girls/
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So, more about this event. As well as being a celebration of kissing, it’s also a blog hop where you’ll be able to visit all the various authors, read their awesome snogs and enter their giveaways. And that’s not all – Victoria is encouraging folks to spare a few pounds to help out the Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders (MSF) charity. Here’s more about it:
Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders (MSF) is a worldwide movement. They deliver medical aid to the people who need it most, wherever they are.
Victoria is hoping to make at least 100 pounds to contribute to their work. Here’s to many snogs and many donations which will help to make this world a better place. I made my donation! Make yours here: http://www.justgiving.com/sundaysnog
Fab, isn’t it? So, without further ado, use the Rafflecopter below to enter my giveaway, then click the 100th Sunday Snog button at the top of this post to go back to the page and visit all the other authors. Have fun!
September 20, 2013
New Release: Mean Girls
Hi all,
Just a quick note to announce my new release – I’m very excited! Mean Girls is out today. It’s a Rubenesque erotic romance novella that’s just released as part of Ellora’s Cave’s Curve Appeal range. Here’s the blurb:
Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.
As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.
Go here for excerpt and buy links.
Happy Reading!
Lucy x
September 19, 2013
Guest Blogger: Sommer Marsden
With a grain of salt…okay, a bucket.
There are books that are special somehow. Maybe there’s a tad more of me in them. Or I fell super duper hard for my characters. Or they come from a place inside me that’s a little deeper than the rest (hold your sex jokes!). For whatever reason, the releases of certain books are more nerve wracking than others.
Restricted Release is one of those books. First of all, I wrote it two summers ago and just sat on it. I have no idea why. I wasn’t ready to let it go and I wasn’t sure where I wanted it to go. Then when I was assigned an amazing new editor at Ellora’s Cave I thought hmm…After all that time, when I finally made up my mind and decided I wanted to submit it to her in hopes that she would want it, I couldn’t get it out fast enough.
But I was scared. More scared than I’d been about a book in a long time.
When my new editor proclaimed herself a fan and said she’d read and liked my other books, well, damn…that was really nerve wracking. What if she hated it? What if she thought it was horrible and then had to tell me? What if, what if, what if!
And why was I so paranoid about this damn book?
I figured out why one night out of the blue. I realized I’d written Restricted Release for me. Just for me. Which is probably why I sat on it for so long. I had no concrete plans for that book beyond getting it out of my head. That was where the thought processes stopped. And for a long time, I doubted anyone would want it.
While you’re in the process of writing a book just for yourself it’s freeing. While you’re waiting to hear about said book it’s terrifying.
Ellora’s Cave took it (as you can see), and now my fear lies with the reviews. It’s inevitable, really. The book will get reviews. Hopefully, (I think) by review sites. Definitely by people on Goodreads and the like.
I want readers to like it and the mere thought of them not liking it is horrifying. And yet, I must remember to take any criticism (and even praise) with a grain of salt…okay, a bucket. That’s a hard thing to remember at times like this. That’s a hard thing to remember, period, if you’re a writer (I think). When characters I spent an entire summer with are now cavorting around out there without me, it’s hard not to fret. But the point is for my characters to be read, beyond that I should have no expectations. As Shakespeare said, “Expectation is the root of all heartache.” So I shouldn’t have any, right? However, that’s much easier to say than to do.
But I’ll start practicing now. Om…
*****
An Excerpt From: RESTRICTED RELEASE
Copyright © SOMMER MARSDEN, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
We sat in the center of his box-cluttered living room floor on a large blanket. Around us was scattered some leftover takeout, cheese, crackers, a box of lemon cookies, mixed nuts, olives, pickles and a bottle of wine.
“This should be disgusting,” he said, eating a pickle with a piece of cheese on a cracker.
“But it‘s so, so good,” I said, eating my own cracker with cheese. I ate it in small nibbles because my stomach was electric.
“Really?” He cocked his head. “Because you barely seem to be eating.” He touched my leg with his bare foot. He was warm.
“I‘m eating.” I pulled the sweatshirt he‘d draped over me close to my body. Besides his sweatshirt, I wore my white slouchy socks and we‘d located my panties.
He held out a box of cookies. “I’m good,” I said.
Matt studied me. “I‘m not as dumb as I look, you know.”
I ate the rest of my cracker and took a sip of wine. It was nice. It had that whiskey aftertaste I usually hate and yet I didn‘t this time. There was enough of a fruity burst in it to temper the oak. “I don‘t think you look dumb at all. I think you look really smart,” I said.
I hoped he didn‘t hear the mixture of annoyance and anxiety in my voice. I wanted to get past the food thing.
No chance.
“So tell me, mysterious neighbor. Why do you seem to be a person who sticks very close to home? Why do you seem so…gun-shy? Is that a good description?”
I tried to nod but my head barely moved.
“I know why I‘ve been a monkish man for almost a year. Why have you been Sister Clara Barrett?”
I cleared my throat. “I don‘t know.”
He cocked his head and then cut his eyes away. He tried to make it look nonchalant, but I knew what he was doing. He was giving me a moment to consider the situation.
“Really?”
“I…”
Matt held up a hand, looking me right in the eye so I felt totally naked. For a crazy moment I felt as if there were no barriers between what was inside of me and what was inside of him. He said, “You were bold enough this morning to straight up tell me you wanted to have sex with me.”
I opened my mouth but he kept that silencing hand up and I shut my mouth with an audible snap. His fingers slipped beneath my sock, circled my ankle and he said very softly, “Please let me finish before you throw up your security fences and barriers.”
My throat was tight. I nodded.
“You were bold enough to watch me in my bathroom. When I probably could have spotted you at any time, and I sorta kind of did at the end there. And…” He squeezed my ankle and the pressure went right to my pussy. “You were bold enough to come over here on a…” He chuckled. “Booty call.”
I made a small noise of protest but then laughed. Our laughter mingled and I felt a rightness I couldn‘t remember feeling. It scared the shit out of me.
“But you won‘t tell me what your history is, Clara?” He didn‘t say it to belittle me. I could tell he wasn‘t angry. It was simply a question to help him understand. And that made me tell him.
I finished my wine in three big gulps and leaned back on my hands, keeping my legs in crisscross-applesauce fashion.
“I was married.” I picked at a loose thread on my sock and then looked at him. His eyes were amazing. Gorgeous and kind and deep—if they were the windows to Matt Millen’s soul, his soul was a wonder of the Universe.
“I‘m going to say this in one big breath and get it over with, okay?” I said, feeling my eyes sting a little. I willed myself not to cry. I could not cry. That would be stupid. That bad part of my life was over. I needed to move past it.
“Okay,” Matt said. His hand stayed around my ankle, loose but comforting. He wasn‘t eating or drinking, but he wasn‘t poking or prodding either. He was waiting. Listening. Paying attention.
“I was married to a man who wasn‘t…nice.” I shrugged but it felt like I was being blasé about something that was anything but. So I stilled my body and went on, willing myself to be strong. “He didn’t beat me or anything. But he carved me up emotionally. My sister Cat once said it would have been better if he had beaten me.” My voice had gotten small. My stomach hurt.
His eyes flashed with anger but he kept his face schooled. “And why is that?”
I blew out a shuddery breath and whispered. “She said that if he‘d left bruises on me—broke bones—I‘d have known that it was wrong. But as it stood, he got inside my head and…” I tapped my temple. “Fucked with me. He played on my biggest fears and weaknesses to control me. It‘s like in those books where you read about demons and possession and Hell,” I laughed. “He infiltrated my brain and he trapped me with my own fear.”
Matt sighed and popped an olive in his mouth. “I‘m going to go out on a limb here, slim lady, and say one of your issues is food and body image?”
My cheeks heated and I nodded, saying nothing at all. I had to fight the urge to cover myself with his sweatshirt. To pull it down over my knees and hide myself in it. It was a war I still waged most days, even thought I was alone about 80 percent of the time.
He watched me. He was waiting.
*****
Blurb:
Clara is the recovering anorexic who’s nearly become a shut-in after the end of her emotionally abusive marriage. Matt is the new boy next door. Graphic artist, nice guy, funny…accepting of Clara. She wants him, he wants her—but Clara is afraid.
Nadia is the stand-in—Matt’s idea, Clara’s challenge to accept. A longtime friend of Matt’s, she’s a sexual surrogate intended to guide Clara until she’s not afraid of Matt’s desire for her or hers for him. Twosomes become threesomes, watching becomes touching and lust becomes love.
When Matt moved in next door, lust was the last thing Clara expected. Two lovers never crossed her mind. And the need to make a choice was something she thought she’d never encounter. But she’s bolder now, healing, and everything has changed. And a choice must be made, no matter how hard.
Inside scoop: Clara’s healing includes a hot woman who wants to show her how desirable she is, as well as f/m/f menagés.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance eBooks
Ellora’s Cave
*****
Bio
Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).
Her erotic novels include Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, and Learning to Drown. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer’s short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and online.Visit her at Unapologetic Fiction http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com
September 18, 2013
Yank by Selena Kitt
David has been brightening up his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in his parents’ shed, but when he finds that their American foreign exchange student, Dawn, has discovered his magazines, things really begin to heat up. David’s parents insist that he look for a job, but Dawn has the week off and is determined to work on her tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by their seductive foreign exchange student, who makes it very clear what she wants. In spite of the Study Abroad program’s policy that no “relations” are allowed between a student and anyone in their host family–not to mention David’s mother’s insistence that they treat each other as “brother and sister,”–Dawn’s teasing ways slowly break down the barrier between them until they both give in to their lust. But what are they going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in the meantime?
NOTE: This story appeared in another book titled NAUGHTY BITS. Previously titled Foreign Exchange, this is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy re-telling–updated and redressed for your reading pleasure.
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EXCERPT
“David?”
I woke up with a grunt, hearing my name being hissed from beside the bed. It was dark, but I could make out her outline in the moonlight coming through the window. She was on her hands and knees, crawling toward me.
“Dawn?” I felt her find the bed with a thud.
“Ow.” She whimpered.
“Christ!” I reached for her, groping in the dark. My hand found her arm, helping her up into the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Ta,” she said, thanking me. I could smell the alcohol on her now. “It’s a long way when you’re legless.”
“Shhhh!” I looked toward my door. I was listening for my Mum or Dad but didn’t hear them. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”
“That’s where I am.” She crawled up against me in the dark and pressed me down, snuggling up against my bare chest. “Hey, you sleep naked! When did you start that?”
“Since I was fourteen,” I whispered. “Keep your voice down, Dawn.”
“I am.” She kissed my shoulder. “You feel good.”
“Okay.” I tried to untangle her limbs from mine. “You are pretty well lashed, and I think this is a bad idea. C’mon, let’s go.”
“Noooo!” She slid her bare foot up the inside of my calf. She’d lost her heels somewhere, I noticed, but I could feel the skirt and blouse pressed against me, her body full and warm underneath, flushed from the alcohol. “Don’t make me go.”
“I think you’d better.” I tried to sit, but she was clinging to me too tightly.
“I’ll scream,” she whispered into my ear, her breath hot against my neck.
“You will not.” I edged my way out from under her.
I heard her intake of breath and knew she really meant to do it. What was wrong with her? Panicked, I rolled onto her, finding her mouth with my hand in the dark and pressing it there, hard.
“Button it!” I hissed, feeling her wiggling and squirming underneath me. Her skirt was riding high up and I felt her bare thighs against mine, her skin like velvet.
“Unbutton it,” she murmured when I moved my hand away from her mouth, her fingers working her blouse from top to bottom between us. She pulled her shirt open, sliding her breasts against my chest, back and forth. Her nipples were hard, her breath hot with alcohol against my face, her hands roaming over my back. Why was she coming onto me like this all of a sudden? I didn’t get it.
AUTHOR BIO
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic romance fiction and erotica. OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD! Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com). She does bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her FREE story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She can be reached on her website at selenakitt.com
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