Lula Lisbon's Blog: Flirty and Dirty
September 28, 2013
Staying in Touch
I'm going to tell you a dirty little secret.
I'm not on here much.
With the seemingly millions of social network sites out there, if I were to keep up with all of them, I'd NEVER get anything else done. I know a lot of people love this site, but I'll be honest: I just don't have the time.
If you'd like to stay in touch, I'm most active on Twitter: @LulaLisbon
Next active on my website: www.lulalisbon.com
Once in a while I'll be on Facebook, but that's pushing it. facebook.com/authorlulalisbon
I hope you can forgive me.
I am hard at work on several projects including erotica shorts as well as my first novel, Wolf Moon. Originally it was intended to a serial quartet, and I released the first part, but I have decided to write it all at once. As of this writing I'm about 50% done!
I have decided to offer the original first part for free to my fans. It's here on my goodreads, as well as on https://www.smashwords.com/books/view.... Soon it will be for free on BN, iBookstore, and more.
Here's a short synopsis of the full novel, Wolf Moon:
Redd Resahood, a spoiled young aristocrat, lives in an alternate universe version of America called New World. Her world is a segregated racist society much like how the South might be today if the Civil War had never happened.
Despite strict societal taboos against miscegenation, after one night of incredible passion, Redd falls for a mysterious man named Mr. X -- Xavier Nightsong, to his intimates. He is a weyre, a slightly different human species. They are a native New World people, matriarchal nature worshipers with certain mysterious abilities. They are also slaves to the humans and second class citizens. Xavier is a hunted leader of a rising civil rights movement, and a dangerous fugitive wanted by the New World Government.
After overhearing a horrifying secret plot for genocidal destruction of the weyre by her own father, a Senator, Redd joins an underground rebellion secretly led by her paternal grandmother to put a stop to the murderous plan.
But Xavier is convinced she's a racist double agent and always will be. How can Redd prove to him her good intentions, and will she ever experience the passion they shared for one precious night? Can she prove that she has changed, and can he ever accept the love that burns for him?
I'm not on here much.
With the seemingly millions of social network sites out there, if I were to keep up with all of them, I'd NEVER get anything else done. I know a lot of people love this site, but I'll be honest: I just don't have the time.
If you'd like to stay in touch, I'm most active on Twitter: @LulaLisbon
Next active on my website: www.lulalisbon.com
Once in a while I'll be on Facebook, but that's pushing it. facebook.com/authorlulalisbon
I hope you can forgive me.
I am hard at work on several projects including erotica shorts as well as my first novel, Wolf Moon. Originally it was intended to a serial quartet, and I released the first part, but I have decided to write it all at once. As of this writing I'm about 50% done!
I have decided to offer the original first part for free to my fans. It's here on my goodreads, as well as on https://www.smashwords.com/books/view.... Soon it will be for free on BN, iBookstore, and more.
Here's a short synopsis of the full novel, Wolf Moon:
Redd Resahood, a spoiled young aristocrat, lives in an alternate universe version of America called New World. Her world is a segregated racist society much like how the South might be today if the Civil War had never happened.
Despite strict societal taboos against miscegenation, after one night of incredible passion, Redd falls for a mysterious man named Mr. X -- Xavier Nightsong, to his intimates. He is a weyre, a slightly different human species. They are a native New World people, matriarchal nature worshipers with certain mysterious abilities. They are also slaves to the humans and second class citizens. Xavier is a hunted leader of a rising civil rights movement, and a dangerous fugitive wanted by the New World Government.
After overhearing a horrifying secret plot for genocidal destruction of the weyre by her own father, a Senator, Redd joins an underground rebellion secretly led by her paternal grandmother to put a stop to the murderous plan.
But Xavier is convinced she's a racist double agent and always will be. How can Redd prove to him her good intentions, and will she ever experience the passion they shared for one precious night? Can she prove that she has changed, and can he ever accept the love that burns for him?
February 27, 2012
Excerpt from Wolf Moon: Redd's First Ride
In this erotic alternate-world retelling of Red Riding Hood, Redd is a spoiled rich girl who always gets everything she wants in life: a submissive boyfriend, weyre servants, cars, and jewelry. Frankly, she’s a bit bored by it all, and so she’s been getting her thrills by becoming increasingly kinky behind closed doors.
But when she sees the dangerous, feral leader of the growing Weyre Liberation Movement on TV, destined by his Goddess to free his weyre-folk from slavery and oppression, she feels an awakening of taboo lust. While out checking on Grandma’s empty cottage, kinky Miss Redd discovers an unexpected houseguest, and much more…
The first part in the Wolf Moon quartet!
Contains femdom, roleplaying, werewolf erotica, cuckolding a submissive male with a strapping weyre lover, oral sex, spanking, light BDSM, vaginal sex, swallowing, suspense and intrigue.
Warning: Adults only! All characters are over 18.
The following is an excerpt of Wolf Moon: Redd’s First Ride (Wolf Moon Quartet, #1)
By Lula Lisbon
Copyright 2012 Lula Lisbon
“Who are you?” she shrieked. “And what are you doing in my grandmother’s house?”
His arms were thick and bulging with muscle, his shoulders hard and broad. A thin cotton shirt clung to his torso, half-buttoned and gaping, and she could see the distinctive trail of silky-soft weyre-pelt running from just below his full lower lip, all the way down the middle of his hard chest and tight, six-pack stomach. His tawny eyes, wide and round as a wolf’s, pierced through her; his perfect lips parted to reveal white teeth, the long, gleaming canines impossibly sharp. Redd had always known her race was superior to his, but in this moment, she was just a little afraid.
“Well now, aren’t you just the prettiest little thing,” he drawled, looking her up and down, “and such a nice surprise. For your information, Clarissa Resahood gave me her permission to stay here while she was up North.”
“You… you filthy liar!” Redd gasped, full of righteous anger. “My grandmother would never give a fur-back lunaspic like you permission to stay in her house! You get out of here right now before I call the Federal Police!”
His golden eyes, full of playful amusement at first, instantly turned to icy steel. She squeaked as he gripped her arm in an iron hand.
“It’s a shame you’re not as loving and kind-hearted as your grandmother,” he growled. “I don’t have much patience for racist hate-spewing, and besides, you’re far too pretty to be talking like that.”
Struggling helplessly against his impossibly strong grip, Redd made a derisive noise, and spat in his face.
“No dirty moon-freak tells me how to behave! My father’s the Senator! When he hears about this, he’ll—” Her vitriol was cut short as he yanked her inside and slammed the door. Seeing the look of repugnance the weyre-male gave Redd as he wiped away her spittle raised the first real stirrings of fear inside her… and then, sudden recognition.
“You – you’re Mr. X!” Redd breathed, her heart beating wildly in her throat. “I saw you on TV today, you’re wanted for human murders and violent incitement!”
His nostrils flared, saying nothing, simply keeping her in his unblinking gaze; she felt as if he were raking her soul with that gaze, and finding her wanting. Suddenly she wondered if it were true, if they could smell female lust, if they could read minds and desires. His lip twisted in a sneer as if in answer, and his sharp teeth shone.
“I know it’s a serious crime for humans to help the WeyreLib cause,” he growled, “but there’s absolutely no excuse for blatant racist ignorance like yours. Your mouth is far more filthy than any weyre could ever hope to be, and I’m about to teach that pretty ass of yours a lesson!”
His huge fist around her arm tightened, and he dragged her, protesting, over to the nearest chair. He ripped the luxurious fur coat away from her shoulders, throwing it aside like a cheap rag.
“Grab the chair and bend over,” the weyre ordered, his eyes dangerous.
“Why should I listen to a dirty fur-back?” Redd retorted petulantly. “I won’t!”
Before she could say another word, his hand flashed out quicker than she could see and tore the thin silk dress down the middle, exposing her perfectly smooth curves. Her jaw dropped in shock, and he forced her wrists together, tying them to the back of the chair. He swiftly pushed on the backs of her knees, so she had no choice but to fall into a kneel on the hard wooden seat, luscious round ass in the air. Angry tears welled in her eyes, but for the first time in her life, she bit back a flurry of vicious words. He seemed to know this somehow, because he gave a short laugh of derision.
“Not so high and mighty now, are you, little Miss Redd?” the large weyre scoffed. He slid his long, brown fingers across the silky expanse of her milky skin, feeling the moist under-curves of her firm breasts, the delicate valley of her waist.
He leaned in close to her ear, his musk filling her nostrils, his thin shirt and angora-soft pelt brushing like feathers against her naked back.
“I can smell you,” he said in a husky growl, caressing her hip. “Mother Moon is almost full, and I can smell your lust.”
But when she sees the dangerous, feral leader of the growing Weyre Liberation Movement on TV, destined by his Goddess to free his weyre-folk from slavery and oppression, she feels an awakening of taboo lust. While out checking on Grandma’s empty cottage, kinky Miss Redd discovers an unexpected houseguest, and much more…
The first part in the Wolf Moon quartet!
Contains femdom, roleplaying, werewolf erotica, cuckolding a submissive male with a strapping weyre lover, oral sex, spanking, light BDSM, vaginal sex, swallowing, suspense and intrigue.
Warning: Adults only! All characters are over 18.
The following is an excerpt of Wolf Moon: Redd’s First Ride (Wolf Moon Quartet, #1)
By Lula Lisbon
Copyright 2012 Lula Lisbon
“Who are you?” she shrieked. “And what are you doing in my grandmother’s house?”
His arms were thick and bulging with muscle, his shoulders hard and broad. A thin cotton shirt clung to his torso, half-buttoned and gaping, and she could see the distinctive trail of silky-soft weyre-pelt running from just below his full lower lip, all the way down the middle of his hard chest and tight, six-pack stomach. His tawny eyes, wide and round as a wolf’s, pierced through her; his perfect lips parted to reveal white teeth, the long, gleaming canines impossibly sharp. Redd had always known her race was superior to his, but in this moment, she was just a little afraid.
“Well now, aren’t you just the prettiest little thing,” he drawled, looking her up and down, “and such a nice surprise. For your information, Clarissa Resahood gave me her permission to stay here while she was up North.”
“You… you filthy liar!” Redd gasped, full of righteous anger. “My grandmother would never give a fur-back lunaspic like you permission to stay in her house! You get out of here right now before I call the Federal Police!”
His golden eyes, full of playful amusement at first, instantly turned to icy steel. She squeaked as he gripped her arm in an iron hand.
“It’s a shame you’re not as loving and kind-hearted as your grandmother,” he growled. “I don’t have much patience for racist hate-spewing, and besides, you’re far too pretty to be talking like that.”
Struggling helplessly against his impossibly strong grip, Redd made a derisive noise, and spat in his face.
“No dirty moon-freak tells me how to behave! My father’s the Senator! When he hears about this, he’ll—” Her vitriol was cut short as he yanked her inside and slammed the door. Seeing the look of repugnance the weyre-male gave Redd as he wiped away her spittle raised the first real stirrings of fear inside her… and then, sudden recognition.
“You – you’re Mr. X!” Redd breathed, her heart beating wildly in her throat. “I saw you on TV today, you’re wanted for human murders and violent incitement!”
His nostrils flared, saying nothing, simply keeping her in his unblinking gaze; she felt as if he were raking her soul with that gaze, and finding her wanting. Suddenly she wondered if it were true, if they could smell female lust, if they could read minds and desires. His lip twisted in a sneer as if in answer, and his sharp teeth shone.
“I know it’s a serious crime for humans to help the WeyreLib cause,” he growled, “but there’s absolutely no excuse for blatant racist ignorance like yours. Your mouth is far more filthy than any weyre could ever hope to be, and I’m about to teach that pretty ass of yours a lesson!”
His huge fist around her arm tightened, and he dragged her, protesting, over to the nearest chair. He ripped the luxurious fur coat away from her shoulders, throwing it aside like a cheap rag.
“Grab the chair and bend over,” the weyre ordered, his eyes dangerous.
“Why should I listen to a dirty fur-back?” Redd retorted petulantly. “I won’t!”
Before she could say another word, his hand flashed out quicker than she could see and tore the thin silk dress down the middle, exposing her perfectly smooth curves. Her jaw dropped in shock, and he forced her wrists together, tying them to the back of the chair. He swiftly pushed on the backs of her knees, so she had no choice but to fall into a kneel on the hard wooden seat, luscious round ass in the air. Angry tears welled in her eyes, but for the first time in her life, she bit back a flurry of vicious words. He seemed to know this somehow, because he gave a short laugh of derision.
“Not so high and mighty now, are you, little Miss Redd?” the large weyre scoffed. He slid his long, brown fingers across the silky expanse of her milky skin, feeling the moist under-curves of her firm breasts, the delicate valley of her waist.
He leaned in close to her ear, his musk filling her nostrils, his thin shirt and angora-soft pelt brushing like feathers against her naked back.
“I can smell you,” he said in a husky growl, caressing her hip. “Mother Moon is almost full, and I can smell your lust.”
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