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Fin d’Espoir, A Bisexual Vampire Romance by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #vampire #menage #bisexual #Jamaica #paranormal #erotic #slavery #Halloween #polyamory #magic

Fin d'EspoirBlurb

Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d’Espoir. He has sworn to never again taste human blood. Then a fierce storm and a runaway horse bring a slender, raven-haired beauty to his lair. When she begs him to take her, he cannot resist.

Madeleine and Troy hope that a carefree vacation in tropical Jamaica will reignite their faded passion. On a mountain trail ride, Maddy’s horse bolts, carrying her deep into the jungle. Injured and lost, she is saved by a giant of a man whose mere presence kindles unbearable desire. By the time she understands his dark nature, it is far too late for her to escape.

When Maddy returns, Troy finds her greatly changed : ravenous in bed, restless and disturbed otherwise. The elegant stranger he meets on the beach holds the key to her transformation – and soon has seduced Troy as well.

Tortured by his conscience, Etienne is determined to set the young couple free. But their love may be his last hope for redemption.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Fire in the Blood. It has been edited and updated for this release.

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Excerpt

Etienne dragged his belt from the loops of his dungarees. “Give me your hands,” he ordered. Madeleine held them out, palms turned upward in supplication. “I plan to bind you to ensure that you cannot escape me once we have begun. I will give you one more chance. Do you still want this?”

Maddy shivered, imagining herself restrained on the rough bed, powerless and at his mercy. Lust and fear warred in her body. Liquid dripped from her pussy, soaking the satiny robe bunched under her buttocks. She and Troy had played at bondage, silk scarves and velvet blindfolds. This was real.

She sought Etienne’s eyes, seeking reassurance. Fire flickered in the depths of those dark pools. His face was a beautiful mask that offered no solace. He gripped the belt in both hands, twisting as if testing it. “Et bien, Madeleine?

She wanted it. She could not pretend otherwise. She wanted him, on any terms, wanted whatever he would do to her. Nothing mattered, not his terrifying strength, not his grim warnings, not the feeble image of Troy awaiting her back at the hotel. She reached for the bonds he offered. “Take me,” she whispered.

In an instant, he had slipped the end of the belt through the buckle and caught her wrists in the resulting loop. She felt the leather begin to bite into her skin as he pulled her arms above her head and a further tightness as he secured the other end to the metal bedstead. She tugged at the restraints, verifying the stark fact she could not, in fact, work herself free. Terror and arousal swept through her in alternating waves.

Her heart slammed against ribs. Her nipples and her clit throbbed with her pulse. Without being told, she spread her damp thighs. An oceany scent rose from her exposed pussy.

He shrugged off his vest and pushed his trousers down over his hips. Naked, he was even more formidable, his ebony thighs corded with muscle, his sculpted chest and flat belly gleaming like black marble. His erect cock sprang from the wiry thicket of his groin, on the same gigantic scale as the rest of his massive body.

The shaft looked thick as her wrist. Veins meandered along its endless dark length like creepers on a tree branch. The cap was dusky pink, taut, polished flesh that glistened with moisture.

Maddy moaned at the mere thought of that cock invading her. Saliva gathered in her mouth.

“Etienne!” she pleaded, splaying her legs wider in lewd invitation. “Please!”

“Little harlot! Have you no shame?” Even as he chided her, however, the black giant climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs.

She expected ferocity, his power unleashed. She imagined him forcing that awe-inspiring cock deep into her body. Instead, he bent his head and flicked his tongue along the sensitive skin on the inside of her knee.

“Ah…” Pleasure rippled through her, converging on her pussy. He licked again, moving upward, painting her with his cool saliva. She squirmed under his mouth, wanting to feel those thick lips on her aching clit. Gradually, he came closer to her center, yet still he lingered on her thighs, kissing, nibbling, lapping up the juices that spilled from her hungry, empty sex. She arched up, pushing her pelvis towards him. Without effort, without removing his mouth, he forced her back onto the bed.

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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 – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

The Slut Strikes Back: MILF Erotica by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Slut #HotWife #AnalSex #OralSex #Blowjob #DP #GangBang #MILF #CollegeBoys #Lesbian #Bisexual #Dominance #Exhibitionist

The Slut Strikes BackBlurb

“Find someone else to satisfy your needs.”

When her husband complains about her constant sexual demands, MILF Lauren Gordon is shocked and hurt – and determined to act on his instructions.

Lauren has never strayed outside the bounds of her marriage, but now that she has permission, she unleashes her voracious libido on her gorgeous girlfriend next door, the UPS delivery man, and anyone else who strikes her fancy.

Her husband called her a slut in order to shame her. Lauren wears the title with pride. When he comes home to find her gang banging her son’s buddies from the college wrestling team, he realizes he’s made a huge mistake. He wants his slutty wife back. But once you’ve freed the genie, you can’t put it back in the bottle.

If you love wild adventures of wanton women, you’ll love The Slut Strikes Back.

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Excerpt

Lauren must have seen Carlos dozens of times over the past three years. Why had she never noticed his vibrant masculinity? Today she couldn’t take her eyes off him. His burly strength took her breath away. Underneath her robe, her nipples knotted and her juices flowed. Should she take the safe route, slipping back into the house and revving up her vibrator? Or should she go for what she really wanted?

Anyone is fair game.

After all, if he wasn’t interested in what she had to offer, he could always refuse.

He’d finished his work and was gathering his equipment. “Carlos!” she called. Pushing her chair away from the table, she loosened the belt on her robe so that it hung half open. “Before you leave, I’ve got something for you.”

“Yes, Señora?”  He set down his tools and strode over to her shady spot on the patio, wearing a slightly puzzled expression.

Now that he was closer, she caught a whiff of his musky sweat. The animal scent cranked her arousal even higher. Her pussy clenched as she imagined the size of the cock that might be hidden in those tight jeans.

“Just wanted to check whether we owe you anything,” she said, glancing at his blunt, brown fingers. She saw no sign of a wedding ring, though even if she had, that probably wouldn’t have stopped her.

“No, we’re all square. Señor Brant paid me last time I was here.”  His eyes flicked to the generous expanse of skin bared by her open robe, then skittered away.

“Oh, okay. Glad to hear it. You’re so good at your job – we want to be sure you’re happy.” Lauren leaned forward, so that her garment gaped further. Carlos could hardly avoid looking at her generous tits and dark nipples.

“Oh – I’m very happy – what are you doing, Señora?” The Latin hunk’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as Lauren pulled down his zipper in one swift, confident motion. Despite his expression of shock, she found he was already half-hard. He did not resist as she extricated his cock – at least as long and thick as she’d imagined – and stroked it as she might some skittish animal.

“As I said. Making sure you’re happy.” His rod was as toast-brown as the rest of him, smooth and firm, with a droplet or two of pre-cum clinging to the tip. She swirled her tongue over the taut bulb, gathering that delicious moisture. His low moan sang through her, amplifying her need. Without further preamble, she engulfed him, managing a good two-thirds of his tempting rod.

“Oh! Señora!”

She couldn’t tell whether his cry signaled protest or gratitude. His flesh swelled rapidly as she sucked, suggesting the latter. He was delicious, salty and hot. She ran her tongue up and down the silky skin, savoring the hardness underneath. This was going to feel so, so good buried in her cunt!

Tilting her head and relaxing her throat, she took him all the way to the root. With her nose buried in his kinky pubic hair, she found his scent was much stronger, almost making her swoon. She swallowed around the knob, working her muscles to stimulate him. Then she pulled back, her mouth a tight O around his shaft, and gazed up at him to gauge his reactions.

His eyes were screwed shut. His nostrils flared and his lips parted, his breath coming in little gasps. He threaded his fingers into her hair, but he didn’t grab her head or force his cock down into her mouth, seeming content to let her take the lead.

Delighted with his acquiescence, she deep-throated him again. As she suckled him, he started to thrust, in a slow, steady rhythm that gave her plenty of opportunity to appreciate his length and girth. Experimentally, she raked her teeth lightly across his taut skin. His pelvis jerked and tension rippled along his rod. Sensing he was close to coming, she released him from her mouth. Fully erect, his magnificent cock bobbed in front of her.

Lauren gave it an affectionate squeeze before shrugging off her robe and rising to her feet. “I’d dearly love to taste your cum,” she said, “but right now I want you inside me.” She hiked herself up onto the table and spread her legs, exposing the slick folds of her pussy. “That is, if you want that, too…”

His eyes met hers for one smoldering moment. Then he stepped between her thighs, lined up his cock with her slit, and in one powerful stroke drove it home.

*****

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 – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

D&S Duos Book 6 by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Menage #Dominance #Submission #BDSM #Flogging #Bondage #NippleClamps #AnalSex #Polyamory #Threesome #Lesbian

Blurb

Muse

Of course she’d dreamed of being a slave. That was obvious on a close reading of any of her romances. The passion leaked out, even in the tamest of her kinky scenes. Yet when the Master she’d craved appeared, at first she didn’t recognize him.

Détente

I don’t want to surrender, but I can’t help it. I’m dizzy with instantly kindled lust. He nips at my lips, probes me with his tongue. He drinks me in, consumes me. Between my thighs everything melts. The room begins to smell funky, as though he already had me naked and open before him.

Also includes an X-rated excerpt from Babes in Bondage: Vegas Babes Book 5.

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X-rated Excerpt – from “Muse”

“Sir?”

The room had been silent for so long, her own voice startled her. He looked up from his book.

“Done? Let me see.” Seating himself out of reach once again, he perused the three and a half-pages she’d composed.

Anxiety mingled with lust, she watched his reactions. He arched an eyebrow – pursed his lips – shook his head. Did he like it? Was it raw enough to earn her the reward she craved?

Finally he set the pad down. His lips curved into a grin. “You certainly are a nasty girl, Lissa. Just as I suspected.”

Unzipping his coveralls, he draped them over the chair back. He was naked underneath, sporting a sizable erection that made it quite clear what he thought of her work. Elation sang through her.

“On your knees, slave.”

Still shackled to the chair, she was awkward as she slipped to the floor.

“Hands clasped behind you. Back arched.” She presented her breasts, wondering what he thought of their modest size. They hadn’t really talked about bodies at all. At least her nipples were impressive, pert, fat nubs the size and shape of hazelnuts. He brushed the tips with his palm, sending tendrils of pleasure spiraling down to her clenching pussy.

“Don’t move, now. And be quiet.”

She’d read about nipple clamps, of course, including personal accounts on BDSM blogs. Her research did not prepare her for the burst of agony when he slid the tines of the tweezer clamp around her nipple and then let go. She bit back her scream, her breathing shallow as she tried to adjust to the excruciating pressure. He pushed the ring circling the tines further up toward her distorted flesh, tightening the hold. Had she really wanted this? And yet she was soaked, too, her clit pulsing with each surge of pain.

“Very good. Now the other…”

Two clamps hurt far more than twice as much. She whimpered, determined to act like the slave he believed her to be, obedient and brave. He traced the outline of her lips with one finger, then slipped it inside her mouth. She sucked hard on the digit, imagining it was his cock.

“Soon. Very soon. You’re doing well, Lissa.” He removed his finger and this time she couldn’t stifle her moan. “On all fours now.”

Gravity pulled at her breasts, heightening the pain. Mitch unfastened the chain securing her to the chair then backed away. “Crawl to me,” he ordered. She did, knowing she looked ridiculous, not caring if this was what he wanted.

He’d thrown a pillow onto the carpet. With a hand between her shoulder blades, he pressed her head to the floor. “Stretch your arms back behind you.” She’d complied before he’d even finished the order. This was, after all, her fantasy.

*****

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 – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

D&S Duos Book 5 by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Femdom #BDSM #Spanking #Flogging #Bondage #Prostitution #Amsterdam #Mistress

Blurb

Powerful women take control in this fifth volume of Lisabet Sarai’s D&S Duos series. In “Shades of Red”, a young woman vacationing in Amsterdam rents a room in the fabled red light district and discovers the thrill of dominating a willing male. In “Poker Night”, a God-fearing, working class guy visits his Mistress to satisfy his secret, shameful needs. Also includes a sizzling F/m excerpt from The Heart of the Deal: Business, Bondage, Discipline and Desire.

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X-rated Excerpt

She retrieved the cane from the wall. “This should do the trick.” The flexible rattan rod whistled through the air as she warmed up. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end at the sound. His balls tightened into aching knots.

“Open your thighs wider. And bend over so the fabric’s stretched tight across your butt. That’s good.”

Jack trembled, off-balance, waiting for the first stroke. Leaning forward, he found that the padded cuffs around his wrists supported most of his weight. Then again, he felt as though the lump of granite jutting from his crotch would be heavy enough to drag him to the floor.

He had been hard half an hour before he left the poker game, knowing that this would be his final destination. He hoped nobody had noticed his boner when he got up to leave. Early delivery at the store, he’d told them. Need to get my sleep.

All the last week he’d been harried by anxious dreams, but he’d sleep soundly tonight. He always did, after a session.

“Ready, baby?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he murmured. Still the pain surprised, biting into his flesh as though his ass was totally bare.

“Ow!” he yelled. He had time for two deep breaths before she slashed at him again. His cock jerked against the cotton that bound it against his belly, threatening to explode. The cane left tracks of fire burning across his buttocks. The agony spread and mutated, merging with the awful pressure in his bladder.

Each searing stroke hurt more than the last. He was shaking, near tears, from the excruciating pain and the effort of staying in control. Yet, when she paused to get her breath, he craved another stroke. The pain was almost unbearable, but its loss was worse still.

She might have read his mind.

“Enough, baby?”

Jack was silent, overwhelmed with shame. He didn’t want to admit it, his weakness, his sickness.

“Answer me, boy. Have you had enough of my cane? Or do you want more?”

The authority in her voice sent a delicious chill up his spine. Did it even matter what he wanted? He was in her power. Everything was up to her.

“No answer. I guess that means you’re done, that you can’t take anymore—”

“No…more…” The croaking voice seemed to belong to someone else.

“What was that?”

“More. Please, Ma’am. Give me more.”

*****

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 – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Lust in Dalat (Asian Adventures #6) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Vietnam #Dalat #BBW #lesbian #transgender #exhibitionist #menage #Asia #traveling

Lust In DalatBlurb

The woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d usually find attractive, and most of it was on display. But she wasn’t trying to tease. Every detail—the silver hoops in her earlobes, the teakwood clasp in her hair, the anklet decorating her high-arched foot—broadcast confidence and a healthy disdain for anyone else’s opinion. A woman alone, on a public conveyance, in a foreign country, Helen nevertheless looked thoroughly at home.

And me? Traveling outside of the U.S. for the first time in my life, I was nervous, inexperienced, awkward and excited. Especially excited. With Helen in the next seat, who wouldn’t be?

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Excerpt

Some slight sound echoed in the bare room behind me. I turned to find Vinh and Helen in a passionate embrace. Their mouths locked together in a hungry kiss, they fumbled with each other’s clothing. Helen pushed Vinh’s jeans down to reveal her partner’s firm, round ass and narrow hips. Vinh crumpled Helen’s dress up around her waist.

A bolt of heat shot through me as I saw that I’d been right. Aside from a luxuriant nest of blond curls, Helen’s pussy was bare.

Vinh groaned and broke the kiss long enough to pull Helen’s dress over her head and toss it into a corner. With unexpected force, the slight Vietnamese toppled Helen backward, onto the mattress, then knelt, pushed the English woman’s thighs apart, and dove into her sex.

My own pussy clenched and my clit throbbed as I watched Vinh make a meal of Helen’s bountiful body. Vinh’s elevated buttocks shone like twin moons. Helen reached up to grab that pale flesh, holding tight as she writhed with pleasure from the oral assault.

The pair totally ignored me. That only made the scene more arousing. I whipped my shirt over my head, stepped out of my shorts, and sank four fingers into my own cunt. With my thumb, I rubbed at my needy clit. Meanwhile, I pinched my engorged nipples, imagining I was doing the same to Helen.

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. 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 one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Cherry Pie and Mistletoe by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai)

Cherry Pie and MistletoeBlurb

At ten thirty on a stormy Christmas Eve, I really didn’t expect any business, but the sign for our diner out on the highway reads “open until midnight”, and I’m a woman of my word. Good thing I didn’t close; the half-frozen long haul trucker who wandered in really needed some hot coffee, not to mention a slice of my luscious cherry pie.

Something about the grizzled, bear-like man with the chocolate-brown eyes and ready laugh spun me back to my scandalous, sensual younger days. I hadn’t wanted anyone in years, but I wanted Dave Driver. Was I brave enough to act on my desire? And would he flee, screaming, from the amorous attentions of a white-haired little old lady?

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*****

Excerpt

Dave tossed the jeans onto the floor, then addressed himself to my sensible cotton panties. When his fingers grazed the skin of my belly, though, above the elastic, I froze. All at once I remembered my age spots, my scars, my sparse gray pubic hair. Did I really want him to see the ugly truth? Most of the time I managed to forget my age. I still felt like the Marnie Anderson of my youth — painter, dancer, world traveler, free spirit, adventuress. Sex goddess. He wouldn’t see that woman, though. He’d never know her. All he’d see was the wrinkled, arthritic old lady she’d become.

“Dave…” I began, my hand on his. How could I soften the blow?

“Hush…” In one swift motion, he pulled my panties down and off. Before I could stop him, he used his big hands to part my thighs and buried his face in my pussy.

Oh God! I forgot to object. I forgot my name. A warm wave of pleasure washed over me as he ran his tongue along my groove, back and forth. At the end of each stroke, he gave a gentle flick to my clit. Delight sparked each time he nudged the sensitive bead of flesh. He burrowed deeper, sucking my labia into his mouth. My juices started to flow. He licked them up greedily, corkscrewing his tongue into my newly-slick channel until I whimpered and thrashed under the blissful assault.

I arched up, grinding my throbbing flesh against his clever mouth. He wriggled his hands under my buttocks and raised my hips off the bed so he could more conveniently consume me. Each stab of his tongue felt like a live wire applied to my clit. Second by second the sensations multiplied. The tingling knot in my pelvis drew tighter. The spasms his tongue triggered grew more and more acute. I dangled by a thread, on the verge of tumbling into ecstasy. I can’t take much more, I thought, but still he licked and sucked, tickled and probed, building the pleasure until it was beyond unbearable.

He continued to work on my pussy, pushing me higher, but not granting me relief. Maybe some other lover, from my active and colorful past, had bestowed this much oral delight. If so, I didn’t remember. Nothing could compare with this mouth, this tongue, these lips, here and now, savoring my flesh as though that was all that existed in the world.

I needed to come, more than I needed to breathe. “Please…” I moaned, unable to frame a full sentence, but my barely articulate plea was enough. Dave opened me wider and raked his teeth across my clit. A flicker of pain tore through me; the dam broke. My body jerked and my limbs flailed as pleasure took complete control. My lover held me tight, swallowing every drop of the flood released by my quivering sex. Velvet curtains of darkness closed around me.

I opened my eyes to find Dave kneeling between my splayed, sticky thighs, licking his lips.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“What a silly question! Come here.” I pulled him down on top of me, into a kiss rich with my personal flavor. “Thank you. That was incredible.”

He grinned and nodded. “Yup. Even tastier than your cherry pie.”

*****

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 – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh