ESCORTING JESSICA - R-rated Excerpt

Here's an excerpt from Escorting Jessica, my new erotic contemporary romance from Breathless Press.

"Different how?" Jessica leaned forward, intrigued by Trevor's sudden change of tone. Her own reaction to the sex part of his business surprised her. She thought she'd find it disgusting, but talking about it had the opposite effect. Maybe it was because she hadn't been with a man in over a year. And she was sitting across from a hunk. But talking about it had her incredibly turned on.

Lowering his voice, he leaned forward to mirror her posture. "It's a fantasy service. I've done some research on what turns women on. What their secret fantasies are. My company is offering to fulfill some of those fantasies."

Her stomach tightened as warmth spread between her legs. "Sexual fantasies?"

His eyes gleamed wickedly as he nodded. "My customers are pleasured by many men at once."

Her mouth dropped open, so she snapped it shut. How many times had she daydreamed about that happening to her? "Like orgies?"

"Yes. But tailored to the client's desires."

"Wow. But...is it safe? How do your employees know how far to go?"

He smiled and straightened his posture. "I'm there the whole time. The client has a safe word, so if she's had enough, it stops immediately. We've only had a few clients, but they've all signed up for another round."

Jessica swallowed. Her own multiple-partner fantasies flashed before her eyes. What would Trevor think about her if he knew she dreamed about the very service he offered? She picked imaginary lint off her shirt. "Is everyone...you know...clean? How do you know?"

"My employees are screened regularly. We do extensive background checks, medical screenings, blood tests. They always wear condoms. We've got all the bases covered."

She gulped down what was left of her wine. "And you never participate?"

"Never. I just watch."

Heat rose on her cheeks, and she knew her face had to be reddening. An orgy with Trevor watching took second only to him being in it. Her mouth watered at the thought. "You must enjoy that. I mean...surely you get off to it, right?" She chewed on her hot pink fingernail, appalled that she'd said it. Where was this brazenness coming from? Must've been the wine.

He chuckled. "You'd think so, but not really. Like I said before, I'm making sure my employees are doing everything the client asked for. I go over the paperwork. It's just business." He shrugged.

"Well, you'd get off to it if I were the client."

He raised an eyebrow and took her hand in his. His voice lowered into a sexy, raspy tone. "I'm sure I would. Do you want to find out?"

She jerked her hand from his grasp, her heart racing in her breast. "I, ummm..." Where was her gall now? She wouldn't actually do it, would she?

He raised his hands in a show of innocence. "It was just an idea. We could do it like a business deal. You give my service a try—free of charge. If you like it, you can talk it up to any of your gym members who might be interested. You know...you help me gain some more business, and I give you the ride of your life. What do you think?"

"Oh, I don't know." Was she really considering it? She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Why not? She could always throw out the safe word if she changed her mind in the middle of it.

"But, what if I see the guys around town? It would be so awkward."

"Nah. You'll be blindfolded. They're mostly college students. A few older men. You'll have no idea who they are. It's part of the fun."

His wicked smile caused wetness to form between her thighs. She bit her bottom lip. Should she do it? Her hand trembled as she reached for her glass. Damn. It was empty.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"Really?" Surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Yes. Now let's stop talking about it before I change my mind."

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Fear of Flying

By Lisabet Sarai

 

It would have been much faster to fly.

Alas, Cecily Harrowsmith—special agent for Her Majesty the Queen, expert in the martial arts of three continents, past mistress of princes, potentates and the occasional prime minister—was afraid of flying. She despised herself for this weakness, but not enough to board one of the Empire’s sleek, viridium-powered airships, strap herself into her seat and hope for the best.

Hence the current tedious journey. Cecily peered out of the window of her carriage at the endless expanse of russet-coloured desert stretching in all directions. The mere sight of all that sand was enough to make her throat burn. She sipped her tepid tea, wondering for the twentieth time why she’d accepted this bloody assignment.

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Thus begins my most recent release, Rajasthani Moon, a book that deliberately defies categorization. It contains elements of the steam punk and paranormal sub-genres, plus quite a lot of moderately extreme BDSM and a M/F/M ménage. It features a kick-ass Rubenesque heroine, a billionaire Rajah and a sexy, deliciously disreputable bandit. It flirts with non-consensual fantasies and lesbian attraction. It has some funny moments, not infrequently associated with sex. Oh, and it's a romance, with what I hope is a sublimely satisfying happy ending (although I won't tell you who ends up with whom!)

Writing this book involved taking risks. I've observed how readers cling to their favorite genres. I'm breaking rules right and left with this novel. Will the market embrace my mash-up? Or will readers run away in droves, terrified of the unfamiliar?

Producing the same sort of stories, again and again, can be comfortable. It may help sales, too. To grow as authors, though, we have to leave safety behind. We must step out onto that high pinnacle of creativity and let go, defying the fear that we'll plummet ignominiously to the ground. We have to get over our fear of flying.

Rajasthani Moon is like nothing I've written before. Well, that's not strictly true. Like most of my books, it has plenty of erotic content. What I mean is that I've never felt so free as I did writing this book. I gave myself permission to follow my imagination, no matter how wild its suggestions. I found this difficult at first. The further I ventured out onto my self-constructed limb, though, the easier I found the process.

The result? Well, I'm pleased with it. I have no idea what other people will think. But I won't worry. That's out of my control.

And Cecily? She conquers her fear, too, eventually.

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(Rated R)

The passenger compartment was about ten feet long. Its walls were chest height. A canopy shaded one end, including the brass and quartz crystal control panel. The other was open to the sky, though the gas bag a dozen feet above them shielded them from the most direct rays of the sun. She was not surprised to discover that the floor was covered by multiple layers of intricately-patterned carpets and strewn with fat, multi-hued pillows. The Rajasthanis seemed to have little use for furniture.

Amir busied himself at the controls while Pratan lounged on the cushions, looking rakish and indolent. “Come here, Cecily,” he ordered. “Sometimes the take-off is a bit bumpy.”

Her heartbeat accelerated and her palms started to sweat at this reminder of what lay ahead. She gave him a sharp look. She could have sworn he was suppressing a chuckle.

Nevertheless, she reclined beside him, as he’d instructed. He slipped his arm around her shoulder and held her tight against his chest. His strength reassured her, but she still felt as though her stomach was turning somersaults.

A low frequency vibration hummed under them as Amir started the engine.

“Here we go,” called the Rajah. “Prepare to lift off.”

“Kiss me,” said Pratan. He took possession of her mouth without waiting for her acquiescence.

Amir released the tethers binding the dirigible to the roof. They retracted into their housings with a snap and the gondola swayed in reaction, springing upward a few feet. Cecily’s heart climbed into her throat. She gritted her teeth against sudden nausea. Pratan’s agile tongue wormed its way between her lips, urging her to relax and open, and the spell passed. Meanwhile, his hands wandered over her body, pulling her loose clothing out of the way so that he could stroke her breasts and belly.

His scent enveloped her, sandalwood and smoke superimposed on animal musk. The wolf had not returned since their encounter on Mount Abu, but Pratan still smelt like something feral. He burrowed into her, sucking on her tongue and nibbling her lips, while his fingers teased her nipples into hungry knots. Cecily moaned as the pleasure mounted. She lay back, cradled in the nest of cushions, and allowed him free access.

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Rajasthani Moon is available now from Total-E-Bound, where you can download direct to your Kindle or other e-reader. You can also buy it at Amazon, Amazon UK  and All Romance Ebooks. Oh, and if you like things hot, you can find a more explicit excerpt (the book is rated five flames) at http://www.lisabetsarai.com/rajasthaniex.html.

I'll be doing a GoddessFish tour for the book from June 10 through the 21st, with different excerpts at every stop. The grand prize is $50 bookstore gift certificate. I'll also be choosing one person who comments at each stop to receive an ebook from my back list.

And speaking of prizes - if you leave a comment on this post today, you could win a $10 GC to your choice of Amazon, Total-E-Bound or ARE.

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Bio

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.

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)

Who are the erotes in Jennifer Lynne's Gods of Love series? (Adult-rated excerpt)

Jennifer Lynne has just released SEX CLUB SECRETS, the third novella in her best-selling GLBTQ-themed GODS OF LOVE series. She explains how the idea came about for a series of short, stand-alone novellas with a common theme based on the erotes' myth:

When I was searching for a mythology that might work for an erotic romance idea called GODS OF LOVE, it was inevitable that I would look to the heights of Mount Olympus – the home of the ancient Greek gods – for inspiration. I found a group of winged gods called the erotes, and researching their myth has indeed been heavenly territory.

As with most mythological beings, there are many different versions of the erotes myth. The one that resonated best with me is that they are the children of Aphrodite and aspects of Eros, the primal god of desire. I was fascinated by the idea that eros, or "desire", is such a complex emotion that its various aspects can only be personified across several beings rather than contained in one.

While the erotic author in me applauds the idea of the greatness of eros, I also love the idea that the power of the erotes stems primarily from a woman (yep!), the Greek goddess Aphrodite, born of the sea. As the mother of the erotes, Aphrodite's subtle influence is evident throughout the GODS OF LOVE series, and in fact she will have her own story at last in IMMORTAL SEDUCTION (GODS OF LOVE 4) - out in April.

In the meantime, here's an Adults-only taste of new release menage a trois fantasy, SEX CLUB SECRETS, featuring Anteros, god of requited and unrequited love:

Helpless. Ella felt utterly helpless and vulnerable in this crazy position, and it should have had her screaming to get out. In the past it would have, but here in the privacy of this club she felt safer than she had in a long time. There were rules here, and security checks, and the people who came to Secrets would abide by those rules, however unusual or kinky their needs.

She could trust Anteros. She knew it in her heart, and it gave her the courage to relax into the moment. “If Kade were out there, watching, I wonder if he’d want me right now.”

Anteros laughed, a quiet chuckle that flowed over her skin and left goose bumps as effectively as that feather would, if only he would lean forward and touch its delicate end to her quivering flesh. “Look over there, my girl.” He gestured toward the doorway and she gasped at the sight of the handle turning.

“No, I don’t want anyone else to see—Kade! Um. You’re…Kade.” She must sound like a half-wit, repeating his name over and over, but she couldn’t comprehend that the subject of her imaginings was actually here in the room with them, right at the instant when her fanny was laid out like a Christmas turkey on a plate.

Sweat broke out on her forehead and she began to struggle against the bindings. “Kade, no, don’t stare at me! Anteros, please. Let me—”

“Shhh.” Her dark-skinned companion laid a gentle hand on her ankle. “He is not repulsed. Look at him.”

She couldn’t. It was impossible to meet Kade’s gaze. What would he think to see her trussed up like this? She stared instead at the window, biting her lip and willing herself not to cry. But then he stepped in front of her and his swollen penis was directly in her line of vision. It poked out of the gap in his trousers in a manner that was clearly far from revulsion.

“Do what he says, Ellie. Look at me.” His voice was familiar and gentle, yet the fingers that slipped under her chin and forced her gaze upwards were firm and uncompromising. When she finally looked into his eyes she read the truth in their brilliant depths. Not hazel right now. Green. Like the August birthstone, peridot. A hesitant grin decorated his face. “You've never looked more beautiful to me than right here in this moment. I want you, Ella Harris.”

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Friends to lovers fantasy erotic romance: Sex Club Secrets (Adult-rated excerpt)

    SEX CLUB SECRETS is the latest instalment in the erotic GODS OF LOVE series featuring the ancient Greek gods of desire - Pothos, Himeros and Anteros. This erotic romance novella explores a fantasy in which two long-time friends are given a helping hand toward love by Anteros, the ancient god of requited and unrequited love.
    Jennifer says: "I know that a sex club may seem like an unusual setting in which to find romance – or an ancient god for that matter! – but sometimes love can flourish in the most unexpected places!"

Want a taste of this menage a trois fantasy? (adult-rated)

Little snapshots of Ella, flickering through his mind at the most inopportune moments, took his attention away from Will and he began to wonder what it would feel like to sink into her welcoming body instead. What would it be like to have her thin legs wrap themselves around him? Would her thighs hold deceptive strength in their length, just like her fingers? What noises would she make if he bent over her and slipped his tongue along her slit or curled it around her clit? Would she taste like salty passion if he used his mouth to bring her to orgasm? What would be the expression on her face if he lay back and let her ride him as hard or as gently as she liked?

Maybe she’d look something like this. His breath fogged the glass. Oops. Too close. He pulled back a little, not wanting to obscure anything about this tableau playing out in front of him.

The man she was with, the one who seemed to be looking straight at him with that knowing and slightly malicious grin, extended a hand around to tweak one of Ella’s nipples between a powerful finger and thumb. He stretched her out, hard, over and over, as if he were trying to encourage milk from a recalcitrant udder.

Did it hurt? His jaw clenched, even as the thought of white spray streaking out the end of her long pink nipples and decorating the window in front of him sent more blood racing to his dick. But then her mouth parted and her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips. God damn. She was enjoying what was being done to her.

His knees buckled and he sat down hard on one of the bar stools. Dear God. She looks so much sexier than I could ever have imagined.

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New release: Sex Club Secrets by Jennifer Lynne (Adult-rated excerpt)

    Ella is in love with her best friend Kade. But her love has not been returned, and when bisexual Kade shows no signs of becoming romantic toward her, she decides to call a halt on her unrequited love and accept an invitation to a celebrated Melbourne sex club.

    Kade is distressed when the woman he is beginning to see as more than a friend decides to visit Secrets before he can tell her how he feels. He follows her into the club and witnesses her at play with the enigmatic Anteros, a sexy god-like man who seems to know exactly how to satisfy her innermost cravings. But Anteros also feeds the hidden desires within Kade. How can he admit his feelings for Ella when he's not sure he can commit with his whole heart?

    Anteros is one of the erotes, an aspect of Eros and the ancient Greek god of requited and unrequited love. He has heard the call of these would-be lovers and intends to show them that friendship can sometimes be the best place to kick start a lasting romantic relationship. But love cannot flourish unless it is returned, and how will he convince Kade—a man who occasionally enjoys other men—that he can be true to the woman he loves? What will happen to this couple when the night ends and they return to the real world outside the door of Secrets? Has one of the gods of love finally taken on a challenge he cannot fulfill?

Excerpt (Adults only 18+)

“If your lover were here right now, what would you want from him? From this…Kade?”

Had she spoken his name out loud? She must have. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” He was close enough now that his words whispered across her temple, disturbing the shorter tendrils of hair around her face. “Look into your heart. Tell me.”

She shivered and glanced back at the large viewing window with its heavy drapes drawn to each side. “I want…”

“Do you wish the curtains closed before we begin? I am amenable to that, if it is your wish.”

“No.” She looked hard at the glass, not having realized until this moment that it was one-way. A whole football team of people could be out there, observing them, and she would have no idea. Instead, her reflection stared back at her, pale and ethereal-looking, her newly blonde hair long and wavy rather than frizzy-looking for once, the whiteness of her limbs an interesting counter-point to the powerful darkness of Anteros standing behind her. Even with five-inch heels on, he topped her by a good six inches, and she wasn’t short to start with. They looked good together, she realized. Dark and light. Strength and delicacy.

I feel different already. No more flat-chested beanpole. I feel…kind of sexy, for a change.

Time for truth. She took a deep breath. “I wish that Kade were here, watching me right now. Watching us, wanting us, while we do things here in this room that I’ve never done before.” She leaned back into Anteros as he let go of her hand and traced up her arm with his fingertips before heading across to her left breast. He paused for a second at the peak, rolling his thumb over the hardened nub, before dipping below to hover near her rapidly beating heart. “I want him to see me in a new way. I want him to want me, the way I’ve always wanted him. I want him to love me, the way I—”

“Ella.” Anteros pulled her away from the mirrored window and dipped his head in toward her throat. A caress like butterfly wings tickled her skin along the edge of her collar bone. “Shall we assume he is there, and he is watching, and give him a show the likes of which he will never forget?” His words vibrated against her and need grew in her belly. “Shall we punish him a little, or maybe quite a lot, for making you feel so lonely, all these years? Shall we do that, right now?”
“Oh, yes, Anteros. Please, yes.”

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