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Promo Op for Authors from D Renee Bagby

This is coming at 'ya from a yahoo group, so hopefully the link works and all that:

It's that time of month again. My newsletter goes out on the 15th of the
month and I would love to include info from other authors, whether it be
new release(s) info or contest info.

FAQ for Contests:
- Contest has to have an end date AFTER 15 July
- Contest has to be for READERS
- Contest has to have a link to an info page
- Deadline 13 July

FAQ for New Releases
- JULY ONLY
- One more time JULY ONLY
- Title needs to have a cover AND a buy link/pre-order link
- Deadline 13 July

To make life easier for everyone, I created two forms -- one for contests
and one for new releases -- for authors to fill out. Do not email me the
information.
http://dreneebagby. blogspot. com/p/newsletter -promo-for- authors.html

While the forms never close, anything submitted after the 13th for July
will not be included. Any title that is not a July release will not be
included. If you want to see how your info will be presented, join my
Monthly Newsletter before the 15th. The form for my newsletter is on my
blog where the above link will direct you.

*Permission to forward granted*

--
D. Reneé Bagby
Building New Realms of Passion...
http://about. me/dreneebagby

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#SixSunday from Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit

The saga continues (can short stories comprise a saga? let's go with yes) with Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit.  If you haven't heard of my Wedding Heat series, it's about the naughty goings-on at Maggie and Ed's wedding weekend.  They have some very kinky guests, let me tell you.

In the 6th installment, Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit, the bride's transsexual aunt Farrah is reunited with Lane, the man she's been in love with since she was a teenager.  Lane is a sweetheart, but Farrah never imagined he'd have a thing for feet...

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Lane’s pink lips opened to allow her tiniest toe inside.  She couldn’t stop thinking how weird this was, how strange a fetish, how totally bizarre.

Until Lane closed his lips around her toe.

The very moment the gushing warmth of his mouth met her skin, Farrah’s body seized.  The velvet softness of his tongue met the underside of her foot, snaking around, filling the gap between toes.  She put a block on the pleasure, because she knew, she was somehow completely sure, that the moment she let herself feel all there was to feel, she would explode.

That was 6 sentences from Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit, a transgender erotic foot fetish love story. (Dime a dozen, I know, I know!) 

Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit is now available from Amazon Amazon UK Barnes & Noble
as well as...

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Coming soon to more retailers!


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New Release! Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit

I write a lot of transgender erotic romance, but it usually focuses on a lesbian couple.  Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit is a really sweet straight story about Aunt Farrah.  Remember her?  She made an appearance in "Pretty Cousin" after being introduced to the reader as a trans woman in "One in the Hand."

Now Farrah's got her own Wedding Heat story, and it is so gushingly beautiful and nervous and romantic that I just love it to bits.  It's a reunion story, at its core.  Farrah had a mad crush on Lane, a family friend, back when she was a teenaged boy.  Lane was a little older--not by much, but it was enough that he sort of freaked out when Farrah (then Ralph) confessed to the crush.

That crush has grown into a longing sort of love over the years.  For Farrah, no other man could ever live up to Lane.  Now they have a chance to start over.  Lane is certainly interested, but he's got secrets of his own.  I'll give you a hint: they're shoe and foot fetish related.

A lot of transgender erotica uses a trans woman's pre-op or non-op status as a shock factor, something that attracts, revolts, intrigues, etc.  I turned that on its head.  The story is told from Farrah's POV.  She knows she's trans. So does her family, so does Lane, so does everyone.  Her body isn't a surprise.  Lane holds the secret.  He's the one who's worried Farrah might reject him when she discovers he has a penchant for...

Well, you'll see.  ;-)  

Here's a sweet reunion excerpt:

“Lane!” Farrah’s heart clenched. Why weren’t there more mirrors in this place? What if she had lipstick on her teeth?
“That’s right, dear. It’s Lane.” Her mother rubbed her arm gently. “You remember Lane?”
How could she forget him? Every time she closed her eyes and imagined her own wedding, this man awaited her at the altar. Her heart thumped like a bass drum.
“Hi, you.” The warmth in Lane’s smile melted her like chocolate. Her hand trembled as he took it, pressing her palm between both of his. Farrah’s hand was larger and normally she’d have been embarrassed, but right now she was more worried about her knees giving out.
“I haven’t seen you in…” With a blush, Farrah tried to remember how many years it had been since she’d professed her love to this family friend. “Years.”
He’d stopped coming by after that, not that she could blame him. At the time, Lane was a man in his twenties. Farrah was only in her teens. And back then she’d been a gangly teenaged boy, excessively horny but deeply in love. Funny how those few years’ difference melted away now that they were both older.
“I go by Farrah now,” she offered, breathless.
“After Farrah Fawcett, I bet.” He winked conspiratorially.
Her heart fluttered like she was caught in his net. “You know me too well.”
Lane smiled, his gaze moving over her like a sweeping warmth. “Your mother said you looked good, but good doesn’t begin to cover it. You look… Wow, you look…”
Farrah blushed when Lane couldn’t find the words. Her heart felt too big for her chest and she said, “You too. You look… Wow!”
Her mother made a little throat-clearing sound, and Farrah felt suddenly quite bashful. Even if she could quit stammering like an idiot, she couldn’t very well flirt in front of her mother. It just wasn’t in her.
To her great surprise, her mother suggested, “Why don’t the two of you go for a little walk and get reacquainted?”
And then off she went without waiting for a reaction, leaving them perfectly alone.
“I’m not sure how far I’ll get in these shoes,” Farrah said, drawing’s Lane’s gaze down to her heels.
“Yeah.” Lane chuckled, seeming as nervous as Farrah felt. “Those shoes weren’t made for walking.”
***

So far Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit is available from:

eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=25&products_id=571

All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheatiftheshoesfit-862328-149.html

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/wedding-heat-if-the-shoes-fit

1Place For Romance: http://1placeforromance.com/romantic-fiction/wedding-heat-if-the-shoes-fit/prod_8193.html

1Erotica Ebooks: http://1eroticaebooks.com/fetish/wedding-heat-if-the-shoes-fit/prod_3031.html

Rainbow Ebooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7807

Coming soon to more retailers!

***Giselle Renarde
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UK Trans Youth Film Project Seeking Participants

Saw this neat project posted on Original Plumbing's site:
Trans Youth Film Project - This summer - All UK travel paidgenderedintelligence:

Are you a young trans, gender queer person or questioning your gender identity?

Ever wanted to make a film in 3D?
Gendered Intelligence wants to raise the profile of the work that we do by creating a short film that can be platformed across a host of social networks. We want tooutline some of the issues that young trans people face, tell the story of GI and the work that we’ve been doing, and add some humour in there too!

GI is collaborating with BoldFace productions to come together to make a film that is to be created by a group of young trans people. We are looking for 10 young trans people from across the UK (travel bursaries provided) to see the film through from a simple idea on a storyboard to finished piece.  The workshops will allow every participant to have a hands-on experience with filmmaking equipment. Throughout the production process young people will be able to inter-change their roles, ensuring that they get a fully-rounded experience as a crew-member.

BoldFace will facilitate the shoot but each participant will take responsibility for their individual role (sound, light, camera, director, health and safety, acting, script). Crew roles will rotate throughout the shoot. The production will be a fun, interactive process that encourages creativity, problem-solving and meeting deadlines. At the end of every session the group will meet for a review / debrief so that they can recognise their achievements and evaluate their work.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE FILMED TO ATTEND THE PROJECT.If you are interested in attending or have any questions, get in touch with us at admin@genderedintelligence.co.uk.Click below for more information.Please reblog and share widely.

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All Romance 50% Off 4th of July Sale

Hi Folks,

In celebration of the 4th of July, All Romance ebooks is having a 1-day-only 50% off sale.  The rules of the game are a little hard to find, so I've posted them below.  As you'll see, the 50% off is a rebate applied to CC or PP purchases and distributed in the form of eBook Bucks:

The 50% rebate is only applicable to Credit Card or Paypal purchases made on July o4, 2012 US/Central. Rebates are delivered to your on-line account in the form of eBook Bucks, our in-store currency, after purchase. Your eBook Bucks will display for assignment in your library. To use them, click on the "Assign/Gift" link and assign them to your own account. See our FAQ for additional details about using eBook Bucks.      

So that's the nitty gritty.  Don't want to dissuade anyone from taking advantage of the sale.  In fact, if you shop at All Romance a lot, this is a GREAT opportunity to stock up and get "money" back to buy more books later.

92 of my books (or books featuring my work) are currently available from All Romance. You can take a look by clicking here: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Giselle+RenardeGiselle Renarde
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Pride and Self-Pity

Yesterday was Toronto's big-ass annual Pride Parade.  I was there.  I took some pictures.  They're even worse than last year's because I couldn't see anything that wasn't on a float (I am very short and easily lost in crowds) so I mainly just stuck my camera in the air, stood on my toes, and took pictures.

All in all, it was kind of a crappy day.  Yes the sun was shining, weather was perfect, crowds in good spirits, but I was alone. Boo!  Alone on Gay Christmas.  What a fucking rip-off.

And why was I alone?

Well, my girlfriend is very much in the closet.  Yup, there are still people in there.  A lot of them.  Les invisibles.  Toronto Pride happened to coincide with Canada Day, and family tradition dictates there's got to be a party.  So she couldn't say, "Will you excuse me for the afternoon while I celebrate Pride with my girlfriend?"  Could she?  Nope, she could not.
If I sound angsty and frustrated, it's probably because I feel angsty and frustrated.   I also feel like an asshole because instead of supporting the woman I love, I'm ranting about how her inactions cause me pain.  That's assholery at its finest.

I don't understand the closet because I come from a family where I was never afraid anyone would love me any less for being queer.  It never mattered.  It never made any difference.  I have aunts and uncles with way more gay and lesbian friends than I have!  My family isn't "accepting" or "tolerant"--they embrace diversity in all its forms.

I never had to deal with any subtle "god hates queers" insinuations, or criticisms of "the gay agenda."  I never for a moment thought I might lose my family's love if they knew the real me.  I never had to worry that a huge slice of my existence would be cut off, that I would be rejected.  But my girlfriend has those fears.  And even if none of those extreme measures would actually be taken, she's afraid of losing everything.

But she wouldn't lose me.  I would still be there.

And maybe that's why she's committed to staying in the closet: she knows I will adore her even when she chooses family and fear over girlfriend and Pride.  We had a big argument last night because she claimed I was trying to make her feel guilty (I probably was) and why did I even invite her to Pride when I knew she'd say no?  I was just playing games, trying to make her feel bad, trying to make a point, wasn't I? And on and on...

I invited her because it wasn't a decision I could make on her behalf.  She had to make that choice for herself.  And yeah, her choice hurt me and I probably lashed out a little and I definitely wasn't as supportive or understanding of her predicament as I could have been... but I'll do better next time.

Unless I react exactly the same way, which is what usually happens.  The lessons I learn writing blog posts don't always translate into real world changes.

Just one more thing to beat myself up about.

I always get choked up at Pride.  It's one thing to line the streets, but marching in protest or celebration or both... that takes guts.  Despite the primarily fun and frivolous atmosphere, I always cry on parade day.

Hugs,
Giselle



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Call for Submissions: The Killer Wore Cranberry: A Second Helping

A funny murder mystery featuring a Thanksgiving dish?  Now THAT's a challenge.  For me, at least.  Maybe not for you.  Thanksgiving isn't as big a holiday here in Canada as it is in the states, so I'm up against that blockage too.  Wish me luck, and I'll wish you luck, and we'll all review this call for submissions from Untreed Reads:

The Killer is back!

We had so much fun with The Killer Wore Cranberry back in 2010, that we felt it was time to revisit the anthology. So, we're happy to present The Killer Wore Cranberry: A Second Helping.
As in the previous anthology, all the stories contained within must be about murder and mayhem happening at Thanksgiving, and must feature a typical Thanksgiving dish as a vital part of the story (i.e.: turkey, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie). Most importantly...it must be funny! This anthology is all about making people laugh while enjoying a great mystery short at the same time. The anthology will be edited by Editor-in-Chief Jay Hartman.
And now, the rules:
1. All stories must be between 1500-5000 words.2. Deadline for submission for consideration is September 1st, 2012. This is a firm date; no submissions after this date will be considered.3. All submissions should be sent to Jay Hartman at jhartman@untreedreads with the word THANKSGIVING in the subject line.4. Submissions must be in DOC, RTF or ODT format.5. Unlike the previous anthology, we will not be publishing the stories individually. Only the anthology will be available.6. Authors will receive royalty, but not upfront payment. Authors will each receive a share of royalties of 50% of net (net = cover price - vendor commission) based on the number of authors in the final anthology.7. Characters appearing in other Untreed Reads series or other series not published by us are strongly encouraged (i.e.: Wade J. McMahan's Richard Dick, Beth Mathison'sMobsters or Young at Heart or Albert Tucher's Diana Andrews)8. Your story MUST have humor in it, feature a Thanksgiving dish and have a great mystery or crime at the heart of the story.9. Stories not accepted for the anthology may be still be considered for other publication.10. Previously published works are fine providing that electronic rights have reverted to the author and the story is not currently offered for free anywhere on the Internet or currently published through a self-publishing venue (i.e.: Smashwords, Amazon KDP, etc.).11. There are no restrictions whatsoever on age, race, sex, sexual orientation, etc in the work.. Just tell us a great story!
Please direct any questions to Jay Hartman at jhartman@untreedreads.com. We recommend looking at the original The Killer Wore Cranberry for an idea of the types of stories we're looking for.
All decisions on material will be made by September 15th, 2012. Every attempt will be made to notify all authors of the status of their submission at that time. Please do not inquire about status prior to September 15th, 2012.
This anthology has an expected publication date of October 15th.
This is an open call, and may be reposted anywhere and everywhere.


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Lisa Fox Guest Post

 A Matter of Lust Release Day Bonanza!!!

I am thrilled to announce the release of my paranormal, erotic romance A MATTER OF LUST!

To celebrate, I am giving away a copy to one lucky commenter on my blog. Head over to LISA
FOX ROMANCE (http://lisafoxromance.wordpress.com/2...-
day-bonanza/) between now and Sunday, July 1, 2012 to enter!

Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his
ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows that she is the one he must have. He makes it
his business to seduce her.

Rena is immediately drawn to Trask. She could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who
makes her scream every time he makes her come, but the problem with bad boys is that they’re
actually bad. They break girls’ hearts and hers has been broken too many times already. One
more crack might shatter it forever.

Trask claims Rena for his own, but she needs more than just sizzling sex. She wants to trust him,
but can they ever share anything more than lust?

An Excerpt From: A MATTER OF LUST

Copyright © LISA FOX, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One

The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance
floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing
partner for the night. Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so
far none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for
the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid to be a little bit
discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.

He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt
her body temperature rise as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface
swelling to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously,
shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by his presence either.
Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him, infecting the air around him, threatening
to turn the club into one giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.

He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a
decadent treat, so very different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this
ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it
oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching and grinding,
their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the
pure, straining delight.

He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine alerting him to the presence of another
demon nearby. Not a lust demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps
wrath? He couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact.
Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot and plan and
scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the impression that it was occupied with
something else entirely. Which was just fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.

The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the
psychic residue of the other and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the
rocks and leaned back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd
for his potential playmate.

His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged
every curve of her luscious body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and
sexy tendrils escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her
smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.

Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward
her. She was tall, probably close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper
close to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and
woman.

She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his face, his body, and he got the distinct
impression that she was mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously
liked what she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”

The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his blood surge. He reached out with
a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire
coiled in his groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his
cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that glorious
lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of her fire.

“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t
know.”

Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the
game. It was a line that had worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted
and amused by the concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and
nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if they
had…weight.

“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her
eyes flicked down to his crotch. “Or something else entirely?”

“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun.
Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the
curve of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your
name?”

She paused and an odd, little smile formed on her lips. “Does it matter?”

Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why it should matter, but for some
reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”

Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just how simply beautiful she
was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”

“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.

“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He looked straight down into her very
ample cleavage and took his time enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress
that soft skin, to feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or
should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”

“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence was affecting her, making her more
daring than she’d normally be or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans

to say and do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her
flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his
influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”

“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He
couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that
sent hot, tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens
next?”

“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand of her hair and twined it around
his fingers. The tension between them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of
her arousal, breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance,
storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”

“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”

Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush
cloud of their lust. Startled by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his
side. Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at
all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”

“I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so
extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so
quickly and thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were
defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason
for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else just got in the way of
the goal.

Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had come, and she favored him with a
dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”

“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in the end.”

She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of
space between them and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit
down on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then you’re definitely going to like me.”

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World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American
royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and
werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she
can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It
really depends on the day.

Feedback, comments, opinions, words of wisdom, chocolate cake and the addresses of super hot
men are always appreciated and encouraged. Please feel free to contact Lisa any time.

Email: lisa@lisafoxromance.com
Website: www.lisafoxromance.com
Twitter: @LisaFoxRomanceGiselle Renarde
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Taking My Shift at She Shifters

She Shifters is a new anthology of lesbian paranormal erotica.  More specifically, the book features spicy F/F stories about shape-shifters, hence the title.  
Since my mouse shifter story "Sneak" appears in the book, I've taken my turn blogging at She Shifters' devoted website.  I also share an excerpt from my story.  The excerpt isn't sultry or sweet.  Actually, it's pretty rough. That's why I've asked readers to comment about whether they like erotica that pushes their boundaries.
As you'll see in my post, I'm running a contest over there, so hop over to the site and leave me a comment:
http://www.she-shifters.com/2012/06/28/sneaking-around-and-a-contest/
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Guest Post: Abby Hayes "Finding Paradise"

Abby Hayes Guest Post – Sex on Facebook
FaceBook. What does the word mean to you? Keeping up with old friends or far away relatives or business associates or, just maybe, reconnecting with an old friend or even an old boyfriend? Yes, we hear these stories, usually in a negative light though due to broken marriages, etc. But, what I want to hear are the good Facebook stories! No, let me rephrase that, the sexy FaceBookstories…something like FaceBook confessions. Now there is a concept.
The endless possibilities here is what I was thinking about when I wrote one of my novellas. I mean there is the obvious tale, the single gal, maybe with a broken heart, who is healed after catching up with the one that got away on FaceBook, and then meeting for that hot steamy sex, a first time for them after all of these years. Nice, and probably very hot, but again, not what I was going for. I wanted modern and unusual for my story.
Let me ask you then, do you know of anyone who using FaceBook’s chat or messages who has had FaceBook sex – you know rather than phone sex, I’m coining a new term here I think. *giggles*  Because if they used messaging they could include pictures or even videos. I mean in this day and age of webcams, we can watch someone on the other side of the globe masturbate, play with sex toys, live as they are talking to us.
Here is the situation I came up with though. How about two old girlfriends meet? Well, friends is being used loosely as they were friends when young, but then went different paths in high school, one of them gaining that questionable reputation. What we end up with then, is an online friendship, one woman now a stay at home mom with sexual frustrations and the other a newly married woman who prior had lived a life right out of some erotic novel. The more experienced of the two at first starts sharing her sexual escapades in short statements on FaceBookchat at the begging and pleading of the stay-at-home mother. But, when the new FaceBook friends meet days before their high school reunion, now that is when the fun starts…from the girlfriends playing together in the dressing room of an adult store, to including one husband, to including both husbands. All of this yumminess from a few FaceBook chats about sex? Why not?
So, here is an excerpt from one of the chats in my novella, Finding Paradise:
Nevaeh Knollinger WadeLed him to room, soon as we got in he pressed me against the wall, his hands felt huge when he ran them down my sides, was wet instantly – god, should I have said that? How many details you want?
Kelly Carver Gordon More details. Spare me nothing. Get graphic! Cock – pussy – wet – I don’t care!
Nevaeh Knollinger WadeLOL!!!! Okay. You asked for it! He tore off my sweater, forced my back harder against the wall, bra disappeared, one nipple he rolled between his fingers, the other he took into his warm mouth, he sucked me in, greedy
Kelly Carver Gordon Like a man desperate for nourishment! No, I don’t read it too much!
Kelly felt her own nipples tighten into stiff peaks. She found herself becoming more aroused noticing the way Nevaeh’s two tiny mounds presented themselves under her dress in her profile picture Then, she quickly turned her eyes to her mug of tea as if she would get caught.
Nevaeh Knollinger WadeSorry. I’m not being poetic enough for you.
Kelly Carver Gordon No, I was just being goofy trying to make sure you feel comfortable, kept telling me the story :)
Nevaeh Knollinger WadeOkay. Continuing! Threw head back expecting him to go to the other nipple, instead his mouth trailed down over my stomach, pressure was intense, my stomach clenched, his other hand squeezed my other breast at the same time… make sense?
Kelly Carver Gordon I think I get the picture quite clear ;)
Nevaeh Knollinger WadeHis touches were pure pleasure bordering on pain, he placeda kiss on my jean-covered mound, undid my jeans, tore the denim off me in seconds, then he surprised me again, he bit at the cloth of my panties, tugged them away from my flesh with is teeth, then let them snap back against me, several times before pushing aside with his fingers, he spread me open, licked me. I am no writer, but this is fun trying to come up with the words. Maybe I should’ve said, spread open my throbbing pussy lips – I’ve read an erotic romance or two in my day!
Kelly Carver Gordon You are doing an excellent job.
Nevaeh Knollinger WadeAre you wet, my old neighbor/new friend? Are your nippleshard? Mine are.
Kelly had a moment of feeling weirded-out, and worried about how she would now feel face to face with Nevaeh at the reunion. But, she’d promised she would go. What the hell, now. She continued to play along.
Kelly Carver Gordon Yes. I am wet.
End of excerpt!
So tell me, does this really happen? Any stories you’ve heard of FaceBook and Sex? If so, add them in the comments here. They can always be about a “friend” *winks*

Finding Paradise   Blurb:
Days before her high school reunion, Kelly reconnects on Facebook with childhood friend, Nevaeh—a woman who, rumor has it, has lived a life straight out of some erotic novel. And, Kelly has a lot of erotica on her ereader! Ménages, slave fantasies, strangers and BDSM are all included in the stories Nevaeh has to share.

This sexy, world traveler incites Kelly to forge a friendship unlike any she’s ever had before. She never knew a shopping trip could be so educational, especially in an adult store. With her head spinning and her panties damp, Kelly embarks on a crusade to reignite the passion her and her husband, Nate, once had with a few new toys and other surprises. When he surprises her by being a more than willing participant, she decides to test a few boundaries, push a few limits...

Kelly becomes determined to find out if her old neighbor is right, if
paradise can be found within your own four walls with the man you married. But, what happens when Kelly’s husband finds out about all of her time spent with Nevaeh? What will happen when Nevaeh’s husband, Hayden, comes into town for the reunion? Will her marriage be in trouble, or will things go further than Kelly ever dreamed they could go?

Reviews:"Warning: please refrain from reading Finding Paradise while in the presence of others, as frequent relief may be required. Holy smokes this book is HOT! From Nevaeh’s stories to Kelly, to the women experimenting with one another in a sex shop dressing room, Finding Paradise is one book that I will be reading over and over again instead of putting in a sexy movie. Ms. Hayes has done a few remarkable things with this book: first, she’s written the online chatting scenes as they would be written by any one of us, with a lot of shorthand and some “real life” cringing and questioning after typing something off the wall. Secondly, Ms. Hayes has really included something for everyone in this short story, I won’t ruin the surprise by discussing the amazingly indulgent final sex scene, but let’s just say my husband and I may have to have a serious talk about sex pretty soon! Both the erotic and the mundane are terrifically portrayed in Finding Paradise, and I truly hope that Ms. Hayes decides to put out a follow up book with more tantalizing and playful encounters between Kelly, Nevaeh and their husbands. For exquisite sex scenes, amazing writing and the "real talk" feel for online chat, Finding Paradise is certainly deserving of a JERR Silver Star Award. Bottom line, find your own bit of paradise and pick up Finding ParadiseASAP!" - Silver Star Award at Just Erotic Romance Reviews (5/5 Stars)

"Finding Paradise is a scorching hot read... Kelly and Nevaeh, as well as their respective husbands, are very believable characters. Ms. Hayes has portrayed them in a way that any reader can relate to the emotions and actions of them... Finding Paradise is a unique story that will sit on my shelves for years to come. There is a lot of passion and excitement as some characters explore new sexual adventures and others share their adventures. This story is one of those rare finds that comes across as unique, sexy, hot, and adventurous all rolled into very few pages!" - 4/5 Paddles at BDSM Book Reviews, Reviewed by Star
“This is the first book I have read by Abby Hayes and to say I was intrigued with where the story was going is an understatement. I was expected a little girl on girl, perhaps a menage but a full fledged partner swamp and orgy...I was tickled beyond belief. Hayes built believable characters with Kelly and Navaeh, Nate and Hayden.  All in all, Hayes approach was fun, lively and gave a little insight into how a couple can re-kindle a romance by introducing safe avenues into their love life.” – 4/5 Cups at Coffee Beans & Love Scenes Reviews
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Abby Hayes
By day, Abby is what the world tells her to be. By night, alone with her imagination, she is who she wants to be. Giving into the breathy voices who pant new and exciting sexual scenarios inside of her head, she pounds away at her keyboard. Abby’s only goal is to have her readers free their own minds, grab their ereaders, and go away with her into a world where no one judges what the body wants, instead they explore what the flesh is capable of.
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