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November 7, 2013
Book Spotlight – Airos by Jennifer Wright
Join me in welcoming Jen Wright today. She’s going to share with us about her new release, Airos – Book Three in the Finding Home Series.
Thank you for letting me invade your blog today!
Book blurb:
Zane has everything in his life under control and in order, but can he keep it that way when a young dragon is thrown into his life?
Zane was meant to be a warrior—end of story. Though he may not have had the most pleasant life living at the coven, he still loved being there. But the steadiness of his world came to a halt all within one day’s events. A man he never saw coming has pushed the boundaries of what little normalcy he has, and learning of a secret love is just confusing him even more. Zane has never felt more torn on what he should be feeling…and for whom. Though, if he assumed having two men plaguing his every waking thought was hard enough, learning of the danger his mother is in nearly has his head spinning off into another dimension.
The leader of the Dráguns is threatening to take everything dear to him, his best friend is slipping further and further away from him, and a little dragon is managing to get under his skin in more ways than one. Sorting out what he has to do, what he wants and what’s right for him will be the biggest challenge he’s ever been faced with. Will he follow his heart or will he take the easy path…or is the easy path the right path to begin with?
Excerpt:
Zane turned over for what felt like the hundredth time since he’d gone to bed, irritated he couldn’t get comfortable. Groaning, he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.
He’d spent the rest of the night and a few hours into the morning in the training room, working out every troubled thought that plagued his mind. But for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what was bothering him.
Not true, I know it’s him.
And now here he lay, unable to sleep and probably only an hour or so left before he was supposed to get up and start his day. Zane threw his arm over his face, covering his eyes, and let out a frustrated sigh. All right, he’d admit to himself that he couldn’t stop thinking about the dragon. But why? What was it about the man that stirred his mind into a mess? The nagging, distracted feeling had nearly cost him his head earlier—he’d blocked Hirik as the vampire swung his blade at him, but he’d missed Hirik’s reverse move as he brought his weapon back at Zane’s throat. To his luck, Hirik had noticed that he hadn’t seen it coming, and at the last second Hirik leant back, resulting in only scratching Zane’s neck with the tip of his sword.
Zane had been shocked more than anything else. Other than Keddrick or Remus, there wasn’t a man here who could beat him in a sword fight. Even Larken with his higher rank couldn’t beat him, though he was far deadlier in many other ways, cementing his stature. One day his friend would move on to second commander, then commander, then maybe even the sire. Zane couldn’t be more proud of Larken.
Dark hair, amber eyes, full lips…
Zane groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face. He’d managed to go what…five minutes without thinking of the dragon locked down in the dungeon?
Locked up. Away from me.
Something wasn’t right with that, and before he knew what he was doing Zane was out of his room and halfway to the dungeon. Then reality hit him, and he stopped in the middle of the hall, confused, barefoot and in nothing but his cotton sleep pants.
What am I doing? I must be losing my mind because there’s no way that I was about to…
A knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Just the thought of the dragon locked away from him twisted his insides. An ache settled in his chest, begging for something to ease the hurt.
What’s wrong with me?
Desire was controlling him. He had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to do—all he knew was that he had to be near the dragon. The urge was undeniable. Without further thought, he made his way down to the lower level of the castle then stopped in front of the door that held what he desperately wanted inside. Hanging on a hook to the left of the cell door was the big iron key. His hand shook slightly as he snatched it up and unlocked the door.
You can buy and read Airos today at Totally Bound!
About the Author:
I was born in Arizona, but have spent the better part of my life in Wisconsin. While I enjoy living close to my family, my heart longs to live in the South – or anywhere where the winters are warmer, and I hope to someday get there. I love writing, and try to dedicate as much of my free time to it (ha! what free time?). If I’m not typing away on my laptop, you’ll find me with my nose buried in a book, or with my loving boyfriend debating on what movie to watch and the never ending back and forth decision of what we should have for dinner. I love spending time with my family and boyfriend, cuddling with my two cats, and laughing as much as possible (cuz I like to think I’m funny 
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Some little tidbits about me are – I love horses and cats, I have a really big sweet-tooth, and I’ve been told I like to talk with my hands (insert hand gestures here).
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November 4, 2013
Subterfudge Available Now for Early Download
I’m happy to announce that my short story (49 pages), Subterfudge from the Whip It Up Anthology, is now available as a single title release. The general release won’t be until November 29th, but you can download it early on the Totally Bound site now! (And I can tell you from experience they make it easy to download the book to whatever reading device you favor.)
Subterfudge
When Ashley’s Master requests she cook for him, he finds out the lengths a truly naughty girl will go to for love in the kitchen.
When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?
Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex, rimming and food play.
Excerpt
Ashley snuggled down under the lofty comforter. Sunlight floated in lazily through the bedroom window, the yellow light blending with the cream-coloured walls of the old Victorian tenement. Lounging around on Sunday mornings, curled up in her Egyptian cotton bed sheets, was when she felt the most cosy and secure.
She and Roger shared the newspaper—he read the business and sports pages, while she perused the comics and the lifestyle section.
Ashley sipped her coffee daintily. She pretended to be reading an article about the latest colour trends, but took a sly peek over the top of the paper to observe the man she loved. He sat next to her, reading. That broad, muscular chest, those deep blue eyes…he was everything she could want in a man. Watching him caused her heart to skip a beat.
But lately, Roger had been acting a bit off. What is with him? He seems restless. Wonder what it is…
Roger’s coffee mug made a clinking noise when he set it on the bedside table. “Darling,” Roger said, looking up from his newspaper, “I’d like you to learn to cook.”
“Cook? Me?” She arched an eyebrow in his general direction without completely turning her head.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Roger give her that benevolent, indulgent grin she loved so much. The one that told her he adored her. She softened.
“Yes, you know? Cook. Prepare food,” he teased, running his hand through her hair, mussing it up. He winked at her. It made her insides go all mushy, and she felt a tingle of delight between her legs.
Ashley hesitated, but only for a moment. “All right.” She had never tried cooking before. This was unchartered territory for her. She hated to admit it, but she felt uncomfortable with something so foreign to her. What if she was a flop?
But a sub’s job was to make her Master happy. To comply with his requests, to serve him. So she agreed. Anyway, lots of women do it. How complicated can it be?
Pick up your copy of Subterfudge today from Totally Bound!
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October 31, 2013
Fall Into Winter Romance Giveaway Hop
Welcome to the Fall Into Winter Romance Giveaway Hop! The grand prize is a $50 Amazon Gift Card. I’m giving away a $15 Amazon Gift Card and a copy on my latest book – The Whip It Up Anthology – a fresh, sexy collection of stories mixing romance with kink in the kitchen. Click here for more on Whip It Up.
For this hop, I’m spotlighting my novel, Daddy Morebucks. Daddy Morebucks is a story of a down-on-her-luck prostitute who has the good fortune to land a potential Sugar Daddy for a “date.” Here’s an excerpt:
The door swung open. Behind it stood one of the most attractive men Marley had ever seen. His hair was black as midnight, like hers, but his eyes were the color of a deep, rich cup of dark roast coffee. Fancy coffee to be sure, for the man dripped wealth and privilege from every pore.
“Hello. Won’t you please come inside?” he said with a tight smile. He wore a well-cut navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and purple tie. Sharp.
“Thank you,” Marley said and gave him one of her sweetest looks. His voice cemented her impression when he spoke with a cultured tone. He’d been born with money. She could tell.
“Milton, I will text you when she needs a ride. Keep your phone on you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Milton nodded and stared at Marley, beseeching her to remember everything they discussed.
“Bye.” Marley dismissed Milton with a wave of her hand and wandered into the penthouse. It was nicer than most penthouses she had been in, not that there had been that many. The furniture was sleek and modern, yet warm and comfortable at the same time.
When volunteering in a hospital during high school, she spent her breaks poring over old Architectural Digests left in the waiting rooms. Interior design fascinated her. She noted how the green and cream color palette of the suite added to its calm luxuriousness. The artwork hanging on the walls appeared to be originals rather than the mass-produced pictures that passed for art in the hotels to which she was accustomed.
Decorative vases filled with delphiniums and roses left a heady floral scent in the air. The room smelled of spring, though it was the beginning of winter outdoors.
She heard him clear his throat. “Do you have a coat?”
“No.”
“Okay.” He looked puzzled, but shook it off. “You may call me Sir. What shall I call you?”
“Marley. That’s my name.” His eyes slid over her body, inspecting the merchandise. She was used to this part of the transaction. It didn’t bother her anymore.
“Have you been informed of my particular requirements?”
“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but she was going to fake it. She’d make him think she was one of Miss Jay’s call girls, or die trying.
He seemed satisfied. “Good. Let’s have some dinner, shall we?”
Jackpot again! A meal. Thank you Lord! Marley hadn’t eaten anything since the bowl of grits she ate early that morning at the shelter. No wonder those mojitos had gone to her head. Her belly rumbled. Tonight was turning out to be a good night.
“Yes, that sounds lovely, Sir.” She knew dominant men loved it when you called them by whatever names they asked you to call them. Sir, Master, whatever. She aimed to please this one with the big checkbook as best as she could.
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She’ll go from the streets to the penthouse. The price? Submission.
From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
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Willa Edwards Talks Motivation & A Good Cause
Today I’m welcoming erotic romance author Willa Edwards to Friends on Friday. She’s here to celebrate her new release “Dirty Work” and talk about a cause that’s close to her heart.
Finding Motivation
Finding the motivation to do some things isn’t that hard. Need someone to eat your brownie or potato chips, you won’t have to do a lot of arm twisting. At least not my arms. But to get me to run after work with you in fifty degree weather, which someone actually did try to convince me of this week, now that’s going to take some more work.
Over the last year I’ve accomplished a few difficult feats like this one, and I’ve found the only way to get them done is to have the right motivation. Over the last year, I’ve lost about thirty pounds, the motivation for that was my brother’s wedding, including the bridesmaid dress and million pictures that would no doubt be taken of me and displayed for years to come. I sit down every day and write, with the motivation of one day being able to live out my dream of writing fulltime. Everything becomes easier when you have the proper motivation.
Recently, I’ve been eating healthier and exercising, partially to lose weight as I mentioned above but I also have another motivation for doing this. Earlier this year, my aunt was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. It was a big shock to all of us. We have no family history of the disease, and to find it as such a young age (she’s only fifty-one) and at such a far stage, has rocked my family. Since my aunt’s diagnoses I’ve been doing everything I can to live a healthier lifestyle and lower my risk factors for this horrible illness. I don’t ever want to go through what she’s been through this last year, five different surgeries, chemo and radiation, and I don’t want my family to be scared for me, the way her daughters are.
So when it became time for me to announce my release for Dirty Work, the final book in my Naught Holiday List series, I decided to use some of this motivation to get myself moving. I’m not the best at promoting, and I don’t love doing it. It’s hard to put myself out there, and tell people about my work. I’m a very shy person my nature. So I decided to promote Dirty Work with a different motivation. This promotion tour is not about me, not about my work, but about helping other people like my aunt. So for the last week, I have been running a different kind of promotion. Instead of winning a copy of my new release, or a previous story, for every comment that is left on my blog between October 24th and today, I’ll donate one dollar to the National Breast Cancer Foundation, which helps provide mammograms to women in need. Please stop by, leave a comment, tell me how breast cancer has effected or life, or even just what your favorite book is and help some other women at the same time.
http://www.willaedwards.com/2/post/2013/10/celebrating-a-release-with-a-good-cause.html
I hope by donating this money and bringing awareness to a great charity I might be able to help someone like my aunt be diagnosed sooner, and to prevent another family from feeling the blow that mine did this past year.
If you want to find out more information about how you can help provide mammograms to those in need, or find out more about preventing and diagnosing breast cancer you can go to https://www.nationalbreastcancer.org/
Blurb for “Dirty Work”
As her friend’s wedding approaches, Giselle Rossini feels more discouraged than ever. She’s not where she wanted to be in life. She loves her job, but longs for something else to fill her days.
When she walks into her ex-sweetheart Garrett at her school, declaring he’s the new auto shop teacher and he wants her back, Giselle finds her last refuge quickly vanishing. Years ago she loved Garrett, but all he did was break her heart and prove to her men are all the same.
Garrett Montgomery never stopped loving Giselle. And now he’s back, determined to work his way into her life. He’s not surprised Giselle isn’t ready to welcome him back into her arms, but he’ll do anything to earn her trust again. Garrett’s never been afraid of a little hard work, especially when it includes some dirty talking and getting naughty in the backseat of a car.
But can he break through Giselle’s perfect impregnable shell and into her heart, or will the labor be too much for him to withstand?
You can pick up your copy of “Dirty Work” here at Bookstrand.
Excerpts
Giselle stared down at the list. The homemade paper was rough in her hands. The smell of pine and rose petals wafted from the page. The bright holiday ornaments and snowflakes stared up at her mockingly.
Ever since she’d created the list with her friends nine months ago the items cataloged on the holiday paper taunted her. It had seemed like such a fun idea, writing lists of the qualities your dream man would possess, with the hope that man would then find his way to your life. All her friends had been successful with it. One by one they’d all fallen under the spell. Each finding their own version of happiness. All of them, except her.
She dropped the list to her desk, right beside the invitation for Callie and Eric’s wedding, releasing a deep sigh. Only another day until the big event and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get excited about it. At least not as excited as she should be. She was the party planner, the event organizer. She should be in her element, but it felt forced, like she was going through the motions.
All her friends had found happiness with someone they loved. She should be happy for them. And she was. But it didn’t stop the pang in her heart that throbbed with her own loneliness. Or the quiet voice in the back of her head that wondered if there was something wrong with her, something unlovable.
She’d never thought she’d be the one whose life revolved around work. She thought she’d be married by now, maybe have a few kids. But life hadn’t worked out that way. Instead, she was at the school three days before the new year began, categorizing her supplies, and determining what she needed to order before the curriculum began. At least her students benefited. Most of them could out cook Rachel Ray with all she’d taught them.
How had she become this person? She was pretty sure she hadn’t always been this focused on work. It certainly wasn’t who she wanted to be, but she had no clue how to change it.
Giselle shoved the last of the flour, sugar, salt and baking soda back into the cabinet and noted the remaining ingredients she needed for the blueberry muffins she always made the first day of class with her Home Ec students, before grabbing her purse and heading toward the door. She’d promised to meet Callie early to finish decorating the pavilion in the park where she was to be married. Tonight was the rehearsal dinner and Giselle had promised to make sure the event went off without a hitch so Callie could enjoy herself.
Not that she had a choice. No one else would be able to help Callie as well as she could. She couldn’t stand the idea of having to spend all day tomorrow looking at someone else’s lopsided flower arrangements or mismatched table linens. She shuddered at the thought of her best friend drinking out of plastic champagne glasses.
The sound of her heels clicking across the floor echoed through the empty halls. The rest of the teachers were off enjoying what remained of their summer vacation before the horde of hyper kids, helicopter parents and school board demands usurped all their time. Every teacher with a life, that is.
Giselle turned the corner, and the clang of metal coming from the auto shop lab piqued her interest. She smiled. She wasn’t the only one without a life.
They must have hired the new teacher. After Mr. Miller retired, James, one of her best friends’ husbands and the middle school vice principal, had revealed they’d decided to go a different way with the position. He mentioned hiring someone with less teaching experience and more real life experience. Giselle assumed that meant someone willing to work for less. Given how their school budget continued to dwindle, she didn’t blame him.
Curiosity getting the best of her, she snuck a peek toward the shop. The door hung wide open, giving her a good view of the cluttered room.
The new teacher was bent over, picking up a tool beside the broken down Ford Taurus they used for the kids to practice on. Her stomach flip flopped and her temperature rose as she stared at the delicious sight of the new shop teacher before her. She’d have to compliment James on the new hire. He’d made a very nice choice.
Giselle leaned back against the door jamb to admire the picture before her. She didn’t often ogle men, she just wasn’t that type of girl, but the sight before her was too good to ignore. His worn jeans cupped a very nice, well-formed ass. His thick masculine body would have all the female teachers interested in learning how to change their own oil.
She’d always loved manly guys, men who worked with their hands. It had gotten her into trouble more times than she could recall. She’d tried to be attracted to a man who spent more time behind a computer screen and reading books than he spent with grease beneath his fingernails, but so far it hadn’t worked. Yet another reason she was here today, instead of curled in bed with someone special.
He stood and Giselle smiled, walking further into the room. Now seemed as good a time as any to introduce herself to her new coworker. Maybe she’d offer to show him around the school, introduce him to all the other teachers. Her mood lightened and a small smile leapt to her face. Didn’t most people meet their significant other at work? Maybe the universe was finally working for her. Maybe this was her chance to meet her future husband. The next wedding they attended could be hers.
His back came into view, a dark red T-shirt spread across his broad shoulders. His blond hair spiked around his head, perfect for running her fingers through. She hoped he had brown eyes. She’d always been a sucker for a pair of dark eyes.
He turned around and Giselle gasped, all the air leaving her lungs in one large gust.
She reached her hand out, grabbing hold of the doorframe to keep upright. The edges of her vision darkened.
“Hi, Dixie.” He grinned at her. His big foolish smirk knotted her insides, the drawl from his Georgia roots highlighting the nickname he’d given her over eight years ago, on their first date. “It’s great to see you again.”
You can pick up your copy of “Dirty Work” here at Bookstrand.
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October 30, 2013
Daddy Morebucks Blog Tour
My Blog Tour for “Daddy Morebucks” is kicking off soon and I’m going to give you, my darling readers, first chance to enter my contest! I’m giving away a Kindle Paperwhite and my e-book “Venetian Love Knots“. To enter – first leave a comment on this post then enter as many ways as you choose in the Rafflecopter.
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What are people saying about “Daddy Morebucks”?
“I thoroughly enjoyed this book! I absolutely adored Marley, her character had me laughing out loud at times and I just love that! This book has a well developed plot with great character depth, you can’t help but feel compassion for Marley’s difficulties or for James’ wariness based on prior relationships… I eagerly await book two!” – SH at Amazon (5 Stars)
“I really enjoyed this story because it shows the true nature of a Daddy Dom/Sub relationship. It gives you a taste of age play without the extremes. Daddy Morebucks shows you what a Daddy Dom truly is; someone that can care for you endlessly but also punish you when you’ve broken the rules.” – Felicity at Mad Gypsy in Wonderland (5 Stars)
“Gave me butterflies”…Lia at Amazon (5 Stars)
“Along the line of Pretty Woman with some light spankings and bondage thrown in for pleasure.” –Jade Snow (5 Stars)
“What a great and well written Dom/s story. I loved Marley and James. Their story and how they met was fantastic. I loved her sense of humor and his ability to see what a special person she was despite the life she was dealt. The sex was hot and steamy. I enjoyed how she found women to connect with and share her lifestyle with… You as a reader got to see things from both points of view and it was done effortlessly. This is the first time I have read this author and will be reading more. All around a great story. Highly recommend!” – Dsaraceni (5 Stars)
“Can’t wait for more from this special club.” –Katy Beth (5 Stars)
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October 26, 2013
#SatSpanks – Ashley Gets the Spatula
This week on Saturday Spankings I’m sharing more from my story, Subterfudge in the Whip It Up Anthology. I’m thrilled that this week we’re allowed to share a longer excerpt than usual. Woohoo!
Live-in sub Ashley had agreed to learn to cook for her Dom Roger. He rewarded her compliance by tying her ankles and wrists to the four bed posts with silky scarves. Roger made a quick trip to the kitchen and returned with a spatula, an item he tells Ashley she will be getting more familiar with…
The first strike was on her lower leg. A light tap.
Then another. And another.
The taps grew more firm and they traveled up her leg.
The delicious smack of the spatula warmed her thighs. It smarted, but she liked it. After the initial blow, the way her skin throbbed as it recovered was delicious. A moan escaped her lips.
“I told you I know what’s good for you.”
He ran his fingers up her other leg and traced the edge of her panties. She lifted her hips to meet him, encouraging his touch. She thought she’d go mad with desire.
“What an insatiable little cunt you have. I shall have to punish you for that.”
“No, please no, Sir!” Her voice shrilled.
The spatula slammed down on her panty clad pussy. Ouch!
“No!”
“No, what?” he asked, a smirk in his voice.
“Please, no, Sir.”
“I don’t believe that hurts, darling.”
He stopped anyway. Roger respected her limits. He struck her other leg with the spatula. Her flesh stung, the blood rushed to the surface. Nerve endings came alive.
Ashley squealed.
“You’ve always been such a noisy sub.”
He swatted her with one hand while he sneaked his other hand under her panties and stroked her stunned pussy lips. She gyrated to greet his attentions with her hips, her pussy dripping wet. She wanted him. Roger was right, she had a voracious appetite, and she ached for a release.
Climbing onto the bed next to her, Roger cradled her head to his chest. “Dearest Ashley. You are such a good girl.”
He untied her feet. Grateful for her newfound freedom, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her. Rocking into her body, back and forth in a sensuous motion, he bent his head and caught a nipple between his lips. He worked it with his tongue and teeth, and she whimpered until her lust became a raging fire.
When she could hold back no longer, she came all over his cock, her walls pulsing and grasping snugly around him. She shuddered and collapsed, spent.
Roger lifted her hips and thrust deeper. He clasped both hands underneath her ass, holding her as he pulsed hard and fast into her. Ashley clasped her ankles together behind his back and held on tightly as he ravaged her juicy pussy.
Roger pushed one final time before he collapsed on top of her.
“Oh, Sir,” she said, “that was intense.” She nibbled on his ear and held him close.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed. His mouth found hers, both of them hungry to seal the pact their bodies had just made.
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October 24, 2013
Her Secret Ingredient by Lisabet Sarai & Giveaway!
I’m so excited to welcome to the blog today one of my favorite people in the world of erotic romance – author Lisabet Sarai!
Let me begin with a big thank you to Normandie for having me as her guest. I haven’t been here in a long time, and it’s good to be back!
I’ve been around in the publishing world for a while. I’ve seen hard copy galleys give way to digital corrections, brick and mortar stores replaced by on-line markets. Several of the companies with whom I’ve worked have been swallowed up or ceased to exist. I’ve watched the exclusive state of being a published author vanish in importance as self-publishing has become ubiquitous. Over the years, it has become progressively easier to get one’s work “into print” but harder and harder to get noticed by readers who are swamped by the choices available.
Sometimes I get frustrated, even depressed, by the current state of the industry. With a back list of more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of shorter works in anthologies, I feel as though I should be attracting more readers, receiving more reviews – yes, making more money. Occasionally I flirt with the idea of giving up what seems to be little more than a time consuming hobby. How can I continue to put out new titles, month after month, year after year, in return for such minimal rewards?
I have a secret recipe, though.
Fantasy + fun = new books.
Every book I write – even my M/M work – explores some element of my own desires. I’ve learned that if a tale doesn’t turn me on, it won’t work for my readers. And so I shamelessly mine my experience and my imagination for arousing ideas that I can incorporate into my fiction.
Meanwhile, I’ve decided that I’m not going to worry much about the market, since that doesn’t seem to do me much good anyway. When I sit down to write, I’m simply going to have fun. I’m going to view my writing as play, not work. That’s the attitude I took with my most recent novel, my multi-genre opus Rajasthani Moon. I wrote the book on a lark, to see how many different sub-genres of romance I could blend into a single story. I didn’t censor myself. I was willing to at least consider any wild notion that occurred to me. I didn’t hold back on the intensity in the BDSM scenes – I like it a bit rough, so that’s what I wrote. I even sneaked in a bit of F/F intimacy, because darn it, it fit the story and I thought it was hot!
My upcoming release, part of the What’s Her Secret? boxed set from Totally Bound, might seem on the surface to be a very different situation. The editor contacted me to ask if I’d be willing to contribute, with some very specific requirements. The tale had to be M/F or M/M/F. It had to have a light, humorous tone, almost a chick-lit atmosphere. And the plot had to turn on some secret the heroine is hiding from the hero.
Lots of rules. Once inspiration hit, though, I didn’t worry about them. I just the ideas roll. Her Secret Ingredient isn’t like anything I’ve written before. It doesn’t take itself at all seriously. Although the TB powers-that-be nixed any paranormal themes, Her Secret Ingredient has a fantastical element that I think (I hope!) readers will enjoy.
The book releases on 15 November as part of the celebration of Totally Bound’s rebranding. This is the first time I’ve revealed anything about my secret to anyone! Enjoy! And do leave a comment, with your email address. If you do, I’ll enter you into a drawing for a $20 bookstore gift certificate.
Her Secret Ingredient by Lisabet Sarai
Blurb
Stir in a pinch to stir up his passion…
When the Tastes of France food channel offers Mei Lee “Emily” Wong a series of guest spots, she jumps at the opportunity to take her culinary career to a whole new level. Ultimately, she wants a show of her own, but first she has to prove herself to Michelin-starred network founder and effective dictator, Etienne Duvalier. A legend in the world of classic French cuisine as well as a domineering perfectionist, Etienne is sceptical about the culinary abilities of a woman from Hong Kong. To make things more difficult, the master chef is also so gorgeous that Emily can’t help being attracted to him.
Emily tries to solve both problems by spiking her luscious profiteroles with an ancient Oriental aphrodisiac. Unfortunately, Harry Sanborne, the low-key, bespectacled producer for Emily’s show, samples the delicacies she intends for Etienne’s consumption. His powerful reaction to her secret ingredient comes as a pleasant surprise to them both. Harry turns out to be far more impressive in bed than on the set. However, he can’t do nearly as much to advance her ambitions as Etienne. Emily tries once more to tempt the exacting M. Duvalier with her special cooking as well as her feminine charms. The outrageous results threaten to end her TV career forever—until Harry steps in to save her reputation and claim her heart.
Excerpt
His mouth returned to mine for a reprise of that breath-stealing kiss, then he licked his way along my collarbone and burrowed into the valley between my breasts. Without removing his hand from between my thighs, he somehow managed to drag our tangled bodies down to the kitchen floor.
The feel of unyielding ceramic tile under my back brought back a moment of sanity.
“Harry—wait! Stop!” Here we were writhing half-naked, in public, on the studio kitchen floor. Anyone could walk in—Roth, or Marty, or heaven help me, Etienne himself! It must be close to his appointed time for sampling my creations and I’d bet my Cordon Bleu diploma that Etienne was never late.
Terror flashed through me, momentarily eclipsing my lust. “We can’t do this, not here, not now…”
Harry replied with an inarticulate grunt, parted my thighs and dove between them to press his mouth against my silk-covered mound. His hot breath had me boiling in an instant. I grabbed his head to pull him closer and I could swear I heard a chuckle, smothered by my moist pubis. The vibrations sang through me, kicking off a minor explosion of pleasure that left me panting and limp.
He profited from my temporary immobility by stripping off my drenched bikini and applying his tongue directly to my wet, aching pussy. He lapped along my cleft, down to my rear hole then back again, finishing with a flick to the swollen bead at the apex. I shuddered under him, hauled to the edge of another climax by his talented mouth. He obviously knew exactly what he was doing. Pursing his lips around my clit and sucking hard, he sent me tumbling over the cliff and into ecstasy.
When I recovered, I found him kneeling between my splayed legs with a satyr’s grin on his face. He had freed his cock, which was long and fat enough to make any girl’s mouth water. As he rippled his fingers along its length, tugging and stroking, I could swear I saw it swell further.
Carnal need overwhelmed everything else. My still-twitching pussy had never felt emptier. Harry watched my face, as if reading the signs of my upwelling lust. I spread my thighs wider and humped the air in lewd invitation. He didn’t speak, merely arched one eyebrow.
“Please…” I moaned, ready to do anything to feel that solid shaft inside me. The man took pity upon me. Positioning the slick bulb at my entrance, he drove his cock into my depths in one savage, perfect thrust.
They say most women can’t come from penetration alone. Maybe that’s true, but when Harry’s cock parted my flesh, I flew off into an orgasm so powerful I kicked over one of the stools. It clattered to the floor, more than loud enough to alert anyone around that something was going on behind the counter. I didn’t care. Harry growled like an animal, jerked his pelvis like a machine, and rammed me again and again with that gorgeous, insatiable cock. That was my universe—the only thing that mattered.
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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 – nearly 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.
In addition to writing, Lisabet also edits erotica and erotic romance. Her editing credits include the ground breaking anthology Sacred Exchange, which explores the spiritual aspects of BDSM, the massive collection Cream: The Best of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, the charity anthology Coming Together: In Vein, a collection of vampire tales that benefits Doctors Without Borders, and six volumes of the Coming Together: Presents series of single author charitable erotica books. You’ll also find her writing the newsletter and occasional articles for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association (www.erotica-readers.com) and monthly reviews for Erotica Revealed (www.eroticarevealed.com).
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)
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October 20, 2013
Big Cocks & Broomsticks Giveaway Hop
Welcome to the Big Cocks and Broomsticks Giveaway Hop! Close Encounters with the Night Kind is hosting this Hop for the Cabal of Hotness. They’re offering THREE GRAND PRIZES!
First Prize – $100 Gift Card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble (winner’s choice)
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You can enter to win in the Rafflecopter below. There is also one for my prize – A $15 Amazon Gift Card and one of my e-books, winner’s choice between Daddy Morebucks and Venetian Love Knots.
Today I’m sharing a scene from my new release, the Whip It Up Anthology. This is a delicious collection of six sexy stories that combine the sensual side of eating with erotic romance – BDSM style. Get ready for puddings and paddles, cakes and canes, creative punishments, and naughty antics in the kitchen.
Blurb for “Subterfudge” – my story in the “Whip It Up Anthology”:
When Roger asks his live-in sub Ashley to learn to cook she eagerly agrees, assuming it’s going to be a breeze. After all, she’s a bright, accomplished woman with a successful career—how hard can it be to prepare some food?
Once she’s up to her ears in cocoa and flour, Ashley realises cooking is more complicated than it looks. Finding ways to shortcut the process, Ashley dupes Roger into believing she’s a diva in the kitchen. But when he finds out she’s not the chef of his dreams, will he serve up a punishment fit for a saucy sub or will their relationship go up in flames?
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex, rimming, food play.
Excerpt:
Something soft and fluffy drifted up the inside of one of her legs, barely passing over her crotch before it glided down her other leg. It could have been a feather…a frilly, lush sensation. Yes, please.
“I know how much you like being tied up…do you think I need to do that to you tonight?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered with need.
“Good thing I brought these, then.” He clutched her wrists and bound her with the familiar cloth restraints that he used with her so frequently. Her hands were confined above her head, their movement restricted to a few inches in each direction.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Ashley obeyed. The air in the room was chilly. A sense of vulnerability came over her. It reminded her of that feeling when you’re a patient in a cold, sterile hospital room.
Then she felt his mouth on her. She lurched and gasped for air when he buried his face in her mound. Tongue licking, nose nudging, teeth nipping, his hot breath coated her with his own lust. He had her quaking in moments.
She was on the verge of climax when he stopped.
Bastard! He’s teasing me. She was breathless, at the peak of arousal. He loves seeing me like a bitch in heat.
“I’m going to play with you with some unusual toys. I want you to try and guess what they are. I will help you along, but you give your best guess. Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded.
Thwack! She felt something on the inside of her leg. What is that?
“Keep your legs spread.” His voice issued a warning.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
More swats from the unknown implement. That feels familiar. What is it? When have I felt it before?
Then a swat to her pussy woke her up. The sting wasn’t terrible, but it definitely brought the blood to the surface and made her cry out.
“What am I smacking you with, little sub?”
“I’m not sure…”
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October 17, 2013
Cover Stories from the Dark Side with Ashe Barker
Welcome to Friends on Fridays! Today I’m welcoming Ashe Barker, author of the Darkest Trilogy. Take it away Ashe…
It’s fantastic to be here. Thank you, Normandie, for agreeing to host me today and let me share some of my random thoughts about The Dark Side. And I’m especially excited to be here as the third book in the trilogy, Darkest, is on general release today. *Gleeful shivers
The first book, Darkening, emerged in print just a couple of weeks ago, and that was brilliant too. All this, and a fabulous new look for Totally Bound Publishing whose new website went live this week – it’s enough to have anyone reaching for the smelling salts!
Right, but enough of fanning myself, now down to serious talk. Covers.
‘Never judge a book by its cover’. Good advice, probably, but always a sentiment that puzzled me somewhat. After all, what else are you supposed to do with a book cover? It’s there to help sell the book, right? You’re meant to do a bit of judging, surely?
A recent review of Darkening (5 stars, did I mention that – *more gleeful shivering) specifically mentions the cover.
“…an overdone cover can make or break a book. I like a cover that’s simple and this one rocked it for me. Its clean lines and elegance is what initially drew me to wanting to read Darkening in the first place. Shadows and a violin…simple perfection.”
That was the idea, that’s what I wanted to get across, and I’m so pleased that it worked. As authors we get some input into the cover, but it’s largely down to the graphics team to interpret the brief. The team at Totally Bound absolutely rock, and Emmy over there has done a fabulous job for all three books. The Dark Side covers feature musical instruments as Eva is an accomplished musician. The violin, the guitar and the piano all appear in the books as well as on the front covers, and are an essential part of the story.
Which of us hasn’t sat on a train, our nose stuck in a smutty paperback, bending the cover inwards to stop the little old lady across the table knowing what you’re reading? Oh, just me? Yeah, right. … I know, I know, we all have kindles these days. Even so, there’ll be no outraging of unsuspecting little old ladies for me, and the ones who like smut can always read the book.
I wanted The Dark Side to look sensual, seductive, but not overtly erotic. I like to think the plain, unfussy design does that, and the sleek lines of the violin especially are both evocative and classy. I love it, I love all my covers. I have them plastered over my kitchen wall. And the Totally Bound makeover unveiled this week just makes them lovelier still as the new branding is both sensual and feminine, light and fun-filled.
Ah yes, image is everything. And please do feel free to judge my books by their covers.
Blurb
The Dark Side trilogy, charts the sensual journey of academic musician Eva Byrne as she struggles to overcome painful shyness, sexual inhibition, and personal tragedy. Lonely, unsophisticated, fragile, and desperately seeking love and approval, Eva is easy prey for sensual and experienced Nathan Darke.
He wants her submission, and he knows how to go about getting it. Eva is quickly caught up by the whirlwind of his effortless seduction, though she has her own reasons for agreeing to join him in his world of pain and pleasure, on The Dark Side.
Inexplicably fascinated and at the same time totally frustrated by his new submissive, Nathan is increasingly drawn to her as she opens up in his hands and he realises there is much, much more to his latest playmate than he ever could have imagined.
The Dark Side charts the turbulent relationship between Eva and Nathan as their mutual fascination builds. They both discover what surrender truly means as together they explore the fragile bonds of desire, trust, risk and reward, and the destructive power of betrayal.
Excerpt:
Here’s a sneak preview, a sensual scene from Darkest – enjoy.
Satisfied at last that I am obedient, accepting, he turns away, pulling a chair out from the table and sits on it. He beckons me to him, and with a soundless gesture indicates that I am to lie across his knees. I step forward to stand beside him, my hands on his leg as I carefully lean forward, positioning myself. When I am comfortable I let my weight rest on him, my head hanging down nearly to the floor. He strokes my back softly, running his fingers down my spine, and I shiver. He repeats the action, this time sliding his hand down over my buttocks, under my panties. He massages the rounded, fleshy cheeks of my bum, sliding his fingers between them to caress my sensitive slick folds. I moan, unable to contain my mounting pleasure.
“How many strokes do you need, Eva?” His voice is curt, harsh despite his gentle, arousing fingers. I am momentarily confused by his deliberate choice of words. What sort of ‘strokes’ does he mean?
The sharp, stinging slap on my bum settles that question. I squeal.
“Be quiet or I’ll have to gag you. We don’t want you waking up the household, now, do we? Now, how many strokes?” He slaps me again, hard. I muffle my squeals with my hands. “I… I don’t know—” I manage to get out before his hand lands on my bottom again and I can’t help but start to wriggle. His arm is firm across my back—I’m going nowhere. Not that I want to.
“I think twenty strokes should see you fine. With the paddle. But first, I intend to warm you up a little with my hand. Is that okay, Eva?”
His gentle, matter-of-fact voice is deceptive. I know I can manage his hand—he’s spanked me before and it’s been wonderful. But the paddle? That’s an unknown quantity. I begin to quake. What have I let myself in for?
“Eva, answer me. And remember your safe words.” I do remember. And I remember how beautifully he took care of me last night, when I got into trouble, was struggling. I relax, feel myself go limp across his knees again.
“Yes, twenty will be fine.” My voice is quiet, but strong now. I’m ready.
“Pull your panties down when you’re ready.” His voice is gentle now and I concentrate on breathing slowly, steadily, as he taught me last night to control my panic. I reach behind me and slide my panties down across my hips to my knees. He leans down to remove them fully, and I realise this is because they were preventing my thighs from parting. He clearly has plans, and I think I’m going to approve of those plans.
I brace myself for the first blow to fall, but instead I feel a strange scratching, first across my shoulders then moving down my back. It’s the vampire glove. Ah, this is new. I know those spikes are sharp and I have to lie still to avoid being cut. The scratching continues, tugging at my sensitised skin, down to my buttocks. I sigh in lazy pleasure as he gently but rhythmically squeezes the smooth flesh, kneading it with his harsh, spiky palms. The feeling is exquisite, the tingle of danger lending a dark edge to the rich, comfortable warmth of the sensuous massage.
I am floating on a sea of sensation, drifting, and taken completely, cruelly unawares as out of nowhere his hand strikes my bottom hard. The glove off now, he lands another stinging blow. Christ, he’s really going for it this time. I bite my lip as the blows continue, each one building on the ones before it, the pain radiating outwards. My tender cheeks are on fire and I am jerking under each blow, trying to relax into the pain. I manage to remain silent, my fist pressed against my mouth. I count the strokes, ten, then fifteen. My eyes are closed tight, and despite my attempts to absorb and ride the pain I feel the tears building. I can’t bear it if he doesn’t stop soon, doesn’t let up soon.
And suddenly he has stopped. I lie still, gasping for air, shaking. His hand is gentle now, soothing over my abused buttocks. He eases my thighs apart and uses the hand that had been across my back holding me firmly in place to part the delicate folds between my legs. I’m wet, swollen and sensitive, ready for him. He reaches for me with his other hand, then into me, his finger sliding inside, first one, then two. Then three. He finger-fucks me hard, and I moan as the first tingle of orgasm grips me. I’m grasping his ankles as the tension builds, spreading my thighs wide to let him touch me, reach me, pleasure me.
As my orgasm approaches the point of no return he slows, withdraws his clever, wicked fingers. I wriggle, trying to recapture that exhilarating friction, that pressure I desperately need. He holds me still.
“Close your legs, Eva.” The quiet command is firm, unrelenting. I know he doesn’t intend to let me come. Not now. Maybe not ever. I grind my teeth in frustration.
“Please, Nathan, I need you to…”
“Twenty strokes. Brace yourself, Eva.”
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About the Author
Until 2010 Ashe was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. She left to work as an independent consultant, and still does some of that though most of her time is now spent writing, as at last she’s been able to realise her dream of writing erotic romance herself. Ashe has been an avid reader of women’s fiction for many years, and still loves reading historical and contemporary romances – the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe usually draws on settings and anecdotes from her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters, but her stories of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of her own lurid and decidedly smutty imagination.
When not writing – which is not very often – her time is divided between her role as resident taxi driver for her teenage daughter and friends, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And a cockatiel. Ashe is a rural parish councillor, and she’s passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.
Ashe has just completed her third trilogy in the Black Combe ‘family’ as well as a novella and a short story. All are due for release over the next few months.
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October 11, 2013
#SatSpanks – More from “Whip It Up”
This week on Saturday Spankings I’m sharing more from my story, Subterfudge in the Whip It Up Anthology. Last week live-in sub Ashley had agreed to learn to cook for her Dom Roger. He rewarded her compliance by tying her ankles and wrists to the four bed posts with silky scarves…
When he tied her up, her heart got all poundy, she got anxious.
What would happen next? She had no control over his actions, and she couldn’t move her own body. It was as maddening as it was arousing.
After excusing himself for a minute, he returned with an implement from the kitchen.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
“A spatula?” She wriggled in her restraints.
“That’s right.” His tone was matter-of-fact. “Something you should become familiar with now that you will be spending more time in the kitchen.”
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