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March 2, 2014
Sunday Snog
Welcome to Sunday Snog - this week a smooch from ace new FREEBIE Sexy Just Walked Into Town. This story is called End Result and I wrote it with fellow Brit Babe Lucy Felthouse, it compliments our new Raw Talent series which features seriously hot athletes from a whole range of sports.
Two hours later, Luke pulled the Range Rover into our garage and flicked the button on the remote to shut the door behind us. I liked it when he did that. It felt like we were shutting out the world, putting all the media and the fans and the pressures of him being a world-class footballer away for the night.I flicked off Twitter and dropped my mobile into my Prada handbag, then reached out and rested my hand on his thigh, over his sweats.He turned to me with his black eyebrows low and his mouth set tight. He hadn’t spoken on the way home, which was often the way. I didn’t mind, he’d explained to me how he liked to go over and over the shots in his memory while they were still fresh. Figure out what he and the team could have done better to win the ball and keep the ball, so that next time they’d be even better.“Do you want to eat?” I asked, a little quiver attacking my pussy as I looked at him all big, dark and brooding with shadows slicing over his handsome face.He turned off the engine and rested his big, warm hand over mine. “We’ll eat later.”A bubble of excitement popped in my stomach. He wanted to get straight to the good stuff then. I was a lucky girl.He leaned close and his shower-fresh scent and recently applied woodsy cologne filled my nostrils.“I just need you, Emma. I just want to be with you.”“Well that can be arranged.” I brushed my lips over his as a tingle ran up my spine and over my scalp. Luke might be a pin-up for many women, his on-pitch skills admired by a million men, but here and now he was mine, all mine.
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March 1, 2014
Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday
Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. This week another 8 from a new m/m anthology I feature in, Stand to Attention. My story is called Who Dares Wins and will be available as a single title on 21st March.
Jack slipped his hand down the column of my throat and wrapped his spread fingers around the base of my neck. The hold was controlling but also reassuring. I knew he’d never hurt me, not hurt in a bad kind of way, even though he could - before I even knew what was happening, he could kill me.
I let my body sink into the soft cushions and allowed his scent, his ownership and his desire swirl around me. I didn’t need to worry about a thing because I was his sub and he looked after me, cared for my every need.
“That threesome fantasy,” he murmured, “that we spoke about on your birthday, at length.” His eyes glinted with excitement and he poked out his tongue, licked his lips.
I nodded and swallowed around his hold on me.
“I want to make it come true, all of it… every detail.”
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Sommer's Birthday Bash!
Sommer Marsden is having a 9th Birthday Bash. Loads of fun, lots of dirty writing and tons of prizes.
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February 28, 2014
Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks
Hello Saturday Spankers - this week a few from the Sexy as Hell Trilogy written by myself and Natalie Dae. In this scene from the first book, The Novice, Zara is testing how much Victor will obey her, she has no idea, here at the beginning of their erotic and intense relationship, just how far each of them will go…
“You’re, you’re going to spank me...Mistress?”
“Yes, because quite honestly, Victor, you deserve it. After standing me up last night, not using the plug when I told you to, and then all that skiving and sending dirty emails when you should have been working, you really do need to take your punishment.” I leaned closer so my lips caressed his earlobe. “You’ve been bad. Really bad, and for that you must take the consequences, but...I’m pretty damn sure it will get you off.”
He looked at me, taking his attention from The Harlequin, who was reaching into a black-and-white chequered box.
“The show,” I snapped, whacking his arse again.
His cock grew in my other hand.
Yes, I had him.
If Sexy as Hell yanks your chain then the Box Set is the cheapest way to enjoy the trilogy and comes with three bonus short stories, including The Harlequin mentioned in the above snippet (beware -The Harlequin contains medical fetish!) or, if you've already enjoyed Sexy as Hell you can just grab the shorts as individual reads.
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February 27, 2014
Special Guest - K D Grace
It gives me great pleasure today to have my very fine friend and super-talented author K D Grace visit. Please join me in giving her a warm welcome…
Now You See Me; Now You Don’t
Thanks so much for having me over, Lily! It’s always such a pleasure to chat with you at yours, and oh the naughty convos we’ve had J
I find myself in a very unique situation at the moment, with the simultaneous launch of two novels. My BDSM novel, The Initiation of Ms Holly , was just re-released by SourceBooksin a US version, while at the same time the sequel to Holly, Fulfilling the Contract has just been released with Xcite Books.
All of The Mount Series are set in different cities, and the character of the cities can’t help but colour the story being told and the spirit of The Mount within that city. As I thought about the major differences between The Initiation of Ms Holly and Fulfilling the Contract, it hit me that maybe the biggest difference between the two is a visual one. While the whole theme of Holly centres around the love you CAN’T see, Fulfilling the Contract is a voyeur’s tale, centring around the potential lover you CAN see, but can’t TOUCH.
The Initiation of Ms Holly begins in total darkness, and continues with the use of masks and blindfolds so that Rita Holly never sees Edward’s face. This lack of face time allows for a different kind of intimacy, one that demands a deeper level of trust in one’s lover. Here’s an example.
“There, you see? It’s not so bad being in the dark, is it? The other senses are too often overlooked, which is very sad, since they offer such exquisite delights.” His hand moved up to cup her cheek, and he raked a thumb across her still parted lips. “Taste, for example. Few pleasures exceed that of the tongue.”
She heard him fumbling in the darkness, then she heard the rattling of foil. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispered. “I have something that’ll make you feel better, guaranteed. Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal.”
Reluctantly she opened her mouth, which he primed with a wet kiss, then slipped a chocolate truffle between her lips. It was covered liberally in cocoa and warmed exquisitely almost, but not quite to the steamy melting point of his body temperature, which only enhanced the sharp, edgy flavor that separates expensive chocolate from the cheap stuff.
Rita’s feelings for Edward develop without her ever having seen his face, and the frustration that comes from knowing a lover but never seeing him is a fantastic and very erotic playground for me as a writer and for my readers.
Fulfilling the Contract , on the other hand, is all about the passive act of watching, of experiencing someone else’s intimacy without all that messy involvement. And of course in any voyeuristic experience, there’s the added excitement of seeing what isn’t really intended for your eyes. In fact, Mount Vegas sells exclusive voyeuristic fantasies all viewed from the safe distance of the windows of luxury hotel suites. Fulfilling the Contract is about what happens when watching from a safe distance is no longer enough.
Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d --’
‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’
Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her. After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’
Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’
‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’
‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’
‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’
She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’
Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.
‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.
‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’
With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people --’ he nodded around the room ‘-- All of these people and those --’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’
Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’
‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’
‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed them after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But --’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘-- It takes some serious balls.’
He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’
Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’
That was it. With his heart hammering and his cock shoving at his fly, he fled the suite with Tanya wailing behind him, ‘please Nick! Please don’t let her do this to me. Please Nick!’
What both novels have in common is the evolution of intimacy. Intimacy both entices us and terrifies us, and there’s no denying the association of sexual intimacy with what we see as well as what we can touch. The eyes almost always lead the way to lust. But what happens if we can’t use the eyes? How does intimacy develop? And what happens if the view is all of intimacy that we’re allowed? Both The Initiation of Ms Holly and Fulfilling the Contract are studies in intimacy and how he intimacy we develop depends on what we see.
About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about? When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly , The Pet Shop . Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising , the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire , are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis , The Exhibition are all available.
Be sure to check out K D’s latest release, Fulfilling the Contract , The sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly.
Find K D Here: Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/ http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/ Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace http://twitter.com/GM_Romance
Now You See Me; Now You Don’t
Thanks so much for having me over, Lily! It’s always such a pleasure to chat with you at yours, and oh the naughty convos we’ve had J
I find myself in a very unique situation at the moment, with the simultaneous launch of two novels. My BDSM novel, The Initiation of Ms Holly , was just re-released by SourceBooksin a US version, while at the same time the sequel to Holly, Fulfilling the Contract has just been released with Xcite Books.
All of The Mount Series are set in different cities, and the character of the cities can’t help but colour the story being told and the spirit of The Mount within that city. As I thought about the major differences between The Initiation of Ms Holly and Fulfilling the Contract, it hit me that maybe the biggest difference between the two is a visual one. While the whole theme of Holly centres around the love you CAN’T see, Fulfilling the Contract is a voyeur’s tale, centring around the potential lover you CAN see, but can’t TOUCH.
The Initiation of Ms Holly begins in total darkness, and continues with the use of masks and blindfolds so that Rita Holly never sees Edward’s face. This lack of face time allows for a different kind of intimacy, one that demands a deeper level of trust in one’s lover. Here’s an example.
“There, you see? It’s not so bad being in the dark, is it? The other senses are too often overlooked, which is very sad, since they offer such exquisite delights.” His hand moved up to cup her cheek, and he raked a thumb across her still parted lips. “Taste, for example. Few pleasures exceed that of the tongue.”
She heard him fumbling in the darkness, then she heard the rattling of foil. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispered. “I have something that’ll make you feel better, guaranteed. Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing illegal.”
Reluctantly she opened her mouth, which he primed with a wet kiss, then slipped a chocolate truffle between her lips. It was covered liberally in cocoa and warmed exquisitely almost, but not quite to the steamy melting point of his body temperature, which only enhanced the sharp, edgy flavor that separates expensive chocolate from the cheap stuff.
Rita’s feelings for Edward develop without her ever having seen his face, and the frustration that comes from knowing a lover but never seeing him is a fantastic and very erotic playground for me as a writer and for my readers.
Fulfilling the Contract , on the other hand, is all about the passive act of watching, of experiencing someone else’s intimacy without all that messy involvement. And of course in any voyeuristic experience, there’s the added excitement of seeing what isn’t really intended for your eyes. In fact, Mount Vegas sells exclusive voyeuristic fantasies all viewed from the safe distance of the windows of luxury hotel suites. Fulfilling the Contract is about what happens when watching from a safe distance is no longer enough.
Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d --’
‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’
Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her. After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’
Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’
‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’
‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’
‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’
She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’
Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.
‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.
‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’
With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people --’ he nodded around the room ‘-- All of these people and those --’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’
Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’
‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’
‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed them after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But --’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘-- It takes some serious balls.’
He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’
Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’
That was it. With his heart hammering and his cock shoving at his fly, he fled the suite with Tanya wailing behind him, ‘please Nick! Please don’t let her do this to me. Please Nick!’
What both novels have in common is the evolution of intimacy. Intimacy both entices us and terrifies us, and there’s no denying the association of sexual intimacy with what we see as well as what we can touch. The eyes almost always lead the way to lust. But what happens if we can’t use the eyes? How does intimacy develop? And what happens if the view is all of intimacy that we’re allowed? Both The Initiation of Ms Holly and Fulfilling the Contract are studies in intimacy and how he intimacy we develop depends on what we see.
About K D Grace/Grace Marshall
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about? When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly , The Pet Shop . Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising , the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire , are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis , The Exhibition are all available.
Be sure to check out K D’s latest release, Fulfilling the Contract , The sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly.
Find K D Here: Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/ http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/ Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace http://twitter.com/GM_Romance
Raw Talent - Free Short Story!
If you’re eager to get your hands on some more Raw Talent goodness, then your wait is over. Lucy and I, as well as being co-authors and good friends, are also part of The Brit Babes. The Brit Babes just released their own anthology for FREE and within that anthology is a story called End Result, a sports romance erotic short story about a football (soccer) player and his fiancée. I’m not saying any more as it’ll give it away!
So anyway, here’s the skinny on Sexy Just Walked Into Town, which has lots of seriously sexy content, as well as that Raw Talent short story to whet your appetite ready for the next release… watch this space.
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Sexy Just Walked Into Town is a collection of delicious erotic and romantic stories from the Brit Babes. These eight British authors have put together a book of tales to tease and tantalise you, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations.
Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, the Brit Babes aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Their heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and their heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.
With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between them, the Babes just know you’ll find something in this anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by them. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!
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February 26, 2014
FREE Anthology by the Brit Babes
Sexy Just Walked Into Town, by the Brit Babes, is now FREE on Amazon! Go, quick, run, grab your copy of this steamy anthology and be sure to tell all of your friends!
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What's more is it's flying high in the Amazon BDSM chart!
February 25, 2014
Lisabet Sarai - Special Guest + Contest
Please welcome my friend and fellow author Lisabet Sarai to my blog today with her fabulous new Totally Bound release Sexy Weather! Keep reading, there's a contest!
Sexy WeatherBy Lisabet Sarai
I just finished reading the new Coming Together collection Coming Together: Through the Storm, edited by Nicole Gestalt. This charitable anthology, which features some fabulous stories, benefits the victims of last November's devastating typhoon in the Philippines. The theme of the book is sex and weather, and let me tell you, the contributions include a lot of both – tornadoes, northeasters, hurricanes, wet sex, muddy sex, kinky sex, rubber sex – well, you get the idea, right? So go buy the book and kill two birds with one stone – turn yourself on and help the less fortunate!
As it happens, my latest erotic romance also features the conjunction of sex and weather. Like the collection above, Rough Weatherbrings to life the thrill of a storm, the electric excitement one experiences when face with nature's power, the fear of losing control to the raw elements.
My heroine Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her weekends relaxing among the waves and worries about human threats to her beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her mother’s make her cautious about sex.
When she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach, surveying the site for a prospective off-shore wind farm, anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however, transforms that emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.
Ebony-skinned Marut has his own talents—aside from his uncanny ability to swamp Ondine with desire. He can control the winds and summon storms. He informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage and claims she is his destined mate. She responds with skepticism and tries to resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s training won’t permit her to deny the evidence of her senses—and her heart.
In writing this tale, I tried to capture the feeling of the New England setting, where weather is a constant preoccupation. (You know the old saying, right? If you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes!) It's more lyrical and less raw than some of my stories, although it does have a bit of bondage. (I couldn't resist...)
Anyway, I have a brand new excerpt to share with you here at Lily's today. If you're looking for something more explicit, check the snippet on my website.
I want to thank Lily for having me as her guest. Rough Weather is available now from Totally Bound. Plus, if you leave a comment here on this post, with your email address, you might win your very own copy of the book! Tell me about any experiences you've had with sex and weather. And in return, I might share some of mine ;^)
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The winds of the northeaster still howled around them, but the surging ocean calmed, bit by bit. Gentle undulations rocked their bodies. She rolled Marut onto his back, her arm across his chest, and prepared to tow him to land.
“Uh—uch!” Racked by a fit of violent coughing, he sank beneath the surface for an instant. She hauled him up into the air and he twisted in her grasp, struggling to see her face. “Ah…uch…Ondine? Oh, thanks be to the loas! You’re here!”
“Don’t move! You’re injured, maybe badly…” She tried to flip him into a back float once more, but he squirmed like a snake in her arms.
“The storm…the plane… I had to get home to you…”
“Hush! Save your strength…let me…”
The wind snatched the words from her lips. Leaving the water behind, she rose on a pillar of air, cradled in Marut’s arms. He murmured endearments as they flew higher, covering her face with kisses. The gale swirling around them stole his words too, but she felt every one.
Now they were among the clouds, enmeshed in darkness with lightning crackling around them. Electric currents rippled through her flesh, awakening her senses. Marut’s eyes glowed with inner fire. He released her in order to tear off his tattered clothing, yet still the winds bore her up as steady as the waves below. Exhilaration and joy drove out any hint of fear. In perfect trust, Ondine surrendered to the prince of air.
The first brush of skin on skin kindled lust so fierce she nearly lost consciousness. Her body liquefied, vaporised, vanished among the fire-streaked clouds. Marut surrounded and invaded her, taking possession of his mate. More than willing, she welcomed him, opening both her body and her mind.
It was her dream come to life, but more intense, more powerful, more transcendent, because Ondine had abandoned the struggle against her nature and her destiny. He was her destiny, this hard-muscled, virile, tender man who could command the winds. As she was his.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – 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. Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.
Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her chosen genre. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her creative writing.
For more information about Lisabet and her writing, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com)
Sexy WeatherBy Lisabet Sarai
I just finished reading the new Coming Together collection Coming Together: Through the Storm, edited by Nicole Gestalt. This charitable anthology, which features some fabulous stories, benefits the victims of last November's devastating typhoon in the Philippines. The theme of the book is sex and weather, and let me tell you, the contributions include a lot of both – tornadoes, northeasters, hurricanes, wet sex, muddy sex, kinky sex, rubber sex – well, you get the idea, right? So go buy the book and kill two birds with one stone – turn yourself on and help the less fortunate!
As it happens, my latest erotic romance also features the conjunction of sex and weather. Like the collection above, Rough Weatherbrings to life the thrill of a storm, the electric excitement one experiences when face with nature's power, the fear of losing control to the raw elements.
My heroine Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her weekends relaxing among the waves and worries about human threats to her beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her mother’s make her cautious about sex.
When she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach, surveying the site for a prospective off-shore wind farm, anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however, transforms that emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.
Ebony-skinned Marut has his own talents—aside from his uncanny ability to swamp Ondine with desire. He can control the winds and summon storms. He informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage and claims she is his destined mate. She responds with skepticism and tries to resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s training won’t permit her to deny the evidence of her senses—and her heart.
In writing this tale, I tried to capture the feeling of the New England setting, where weather is a constant preoccupation. (You know the old saying, right? If you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes!) It's more lyrical and less raw than some of my stories, although it does have a bit of bondage. (I couldn't resist...)
Anyway, I have a brand new excerpt to share with you here at Lily's today. If you're looking for something more explicit, check the snippet on my website.
I want to thank Lily for having me as her guest. Rough Weather is available now from Totally Bound. Plus, if you leave a comment here on this post, with your email address, you might win your very own copy of the book! Tell me about any experiences you've had with sex and weather. And in return, I might share some of mine ;^)
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The winds of the northeaster still howled around them, but the surging ocean calmed, bit by bit. Gentle undulations rocked their bodies. She rolled Marut onto his back, her arm across his chest, and prepared to tow him to land.
“Uh—uch!” Racked by a fit of violent coughing, he sank beneath the surface for an instant. She hauled him up into the air and he twisted in her grasp, struggling to see her face. “Ah…uch…Ondine? Oh, thanks be to the loas! You’re here!”
“Don’t move! You’re injured, maybe badly…” She tried to flip him into a back float once more, but he squirmed like a snake in her arms.
“The storm…the plane… I had to get home to you…”
“Hush! Save your strength…let me…”
The wind snatched the words from her lips. Leaving the water behind, she rose on a pillar of air, cradled in Marut’s arms. He murmured endearments as they flew higher, covering her face with kisses. The gale swirling around them stole his words too, but she felt every one.
Now they were among the clouds, enmeshed in darkness with lightning crackling around them. Electric currents rippled through her flesh, awakening her senses. Marut’s eyes glowed with inner fire. He released her in order to tear off his tattered clothing, yet still the winds bore her up as steady as the waves below. Exhilaration and joy drove out any hint of fear. In perfect trust, Ondine surrendered to the prince of air.
The first brush of skin on skin kindled lust so fierce she nearly lost consciousness. Her body liquefied, vaporised, vanished among the fire-streaked clouds. Marut surrounded and invaded her, taking possession of his mate. More than willing, she welcomed him, opening both her body and her mind.
It was her dream come to life, but more intense, more powerful, more transcendent, because Ondine had abandoned the struggle against her nature and her destiny. He was her destiny, this hard-muscled, virile, tender man who could command the winds. As she was his.
About Lisabet
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – 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. Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.
Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her chosen genre. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her creative writing.
For more information about Lisabet and her writing, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com)
February 23, 2014
My Paranormal Adventure!
It's coming soon, I promise. Bite Mark featuring sassy female butcher Beatrice, and her two seriously sexy vampires Aimery and Ryle and all set in cold, damp London.
And just so all you junkies of the paranormal are fully informed, I'm just about to submit the sequel, Claw Mark, to Ellora's Cave. Claw Mark features a couple of hot shifters, Isaac and Caleb. Oh, I've had such fun with these boys and Beatrice is one very lucky lady…
And just so all you junkies of the paranormal are fully informed, I'm just about to submit the sequel, Claw Mark, to Ellora's Cave. Claw Mark features a couple of hot shifters, Isaac and Caleb. Oh, I've had such fun with these boys and Beatrice is one very lucky lady…
