Getting To Know Emily Wong – Guest Post By Lisabet Sarai

theingredientsofbliss_800Today I’m interviewing the heroine of my new erotic romance, The Ingredients of Bliss. Mei Lee ‘Emily” Wong, who first appeared in my short story Her Secret Ingredient, is a smart young chef who is determined to forge a career in TV in the United States. Focused on those aspirations, she doesn’t expect to become emotionally entangled with the men with whom she works.

But I should probably let her speak for herself

Lisabet Sarai: Greetings, Emily!

Mei Lee Wong: Hi, Lisabet.

LS: If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a few questions, so that my readers can get to know you a bit better.

MW: Sure. I’m happy to help. What do you want to know?

LS: Hmm. Well, I could ask you about your background – I gather you earned a Grand Diplôme at the Cordon Bleu in Paris and worked at a Michelin-starred restaurant in Hong Kong – but I’ll bet that what really interests readers in your unconventional sex life.

MW: “Unconventional.” That’s a delicate way to phrase it!

LS: Yes, well, I suspect that having two handsome, virile lovers isn’t exactly common among my readership! Especially one that’s a dominant and another that’s a submissive. How do you work that out?

MW: To be honest, I let Harry – my Master – manage the details. He directs our scenes – it’s way too complicated for me. It does help that both Harry and Etienne really care about me. I’m embarrassed by the whole thing, a lot of time, but they seem to be surprisingly comfortable with the way things have unfolded. Each in his own way is dedicated to my pleasure.

LS: You call bondage, spankings and nipple clamps “pleasure”? (grins)

MW: I’ll ignore that question, Lisabet. Coming from you, I know it’s facetious. Anyway, I love them both. I’m not sure that our triangle is stable, though.

LS: When Harry and Etienne were kidnapped by the Iron Hammer Triad, how did you feel?

MW: Devastated. Terrified. And really, really angry. I was determined to get them back.

LS: You thought you could get the better of an international crime syndicate? Isn’t that pretty presumptuous?

MW: Well, I didn’t have much choice. The Marseille police detective assigned to the case wouldn’t even listen to me. And I expected my secret might help.

LS: Ah. And what is your secret?

MW: Come on, Lisabet! You know I’m not going to reveal that here! Readers are going to have to buy the book to discover the answer to that question.

Blurb for The Ingredients of Bliss:

One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?

Accomplished cook Mei Lee ‘Emily’ Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner Mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.

When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organisations?

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About Lisabet Sarai:

I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I’ve continued to indulge both passions as I’ve matured. Usually I’m an improvisational cook; I’m not all that fond of following recipes, and when I do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the more spice, the better.

You could say the same about my writing. Since the release of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I’ve published lots of erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.



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What (Dutch) Women Want

OK, so this is just a way of showing off the fact that I’m learning to read and speak a little bit of Dutch, but on browsing the Spitsnieuws website (think the Netherlands equivalent of the Daily Star, though with more Justin Bieber) I found the results of a survey commissioned for the sex shop chain Christine le Duc into favourite fantasies. It seems that in the Netherlands, the top fantasy for women is sex in the open air (though not much chance of that with the freakily wet and cold weather they’ve had for a large part of the summer), followed by sex with more than one person and erotic roleplay third. For men, threesomes (or more) come top, then sex outdoors and sex with a celebrity. But there’s no sign of anyone wanting to do it in a windmill in Old Amsterdam…

You can see the full article (in Dutch) here.

The Taming Of Jessica – Free On iTunes

In a special Xcite promotion, The Taming of Jessica is free on iTunes until the end of September.

Here’s the blurb:

Jessica Sheringham is a cougar on the prowl, stalking London’s hottest new clubs for her young and well-hung prey. Only trouble is, she’s a married woman – and her husband, Max, has had enough of her ways. The answer lies in a visit to the luxury resort of Isla Barada.

But this is no ordinary vacation. Isla Barada is designed as a playground for dominant men, and Max knows it’s the ideal place to turn Jessica into the perfect submissive he knows lies behind her wild exterior.

Before long, she has experienced humiliation she never dreamed of, as she is bound, punished and made to submit not only to her husband, but complete strangers too. But one of those strangers, Jason Raynes, has everything necessary to become her perfect dominant toy boy. Jessica fights her growing attraction to Jason, trying to become the wife Max has always wanted, but can this wilful cougar ever really be tamed?

To pick up your copy, just click on the cover below to be taken to the iTunes store.

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Sunday Snog – Night Voices


nightvoices_800Hooray for Sunday, and all the delicious snogs coming your way via Blissekiss. As my naughty but nice novella Night Voices is now available for early download from Totally Bound, I thought I’d treat you to a little kiss from that.

Late-night DJ Laurie is less than thrilled about having sex therapist Dr Roxy as his co-presenter, and when she oversteps the mark in the studio, he knows there’s only one way to teach her not to do it again.

Laurie all but dragged her to his flat. The walk had been just long enough for doubts to set in as to whether she was doing the right thing. She’d always been impulsive when it came to men. Until now that had mostly been one-night stands when she was in a strange town on one of her book tours. Hooking up with a man she knew she would never see again had its thrills. Most importantly, it couldn’t do anything to harm her career. But she worked with Laurie, and he could make things very difficult for her if this didn’t work out. If only he hadn’t pushed her buttons with his talk of a spanking.

Maybe she should have tried harder to resist the challenge he’d laid down. Who was she kidding? Resistance was the last thing on her mind, especially now, as Laurie fumbled his key into the front door lock and let them both into the flat. Still, she needed to be sure they were both reading from the same script.

Rising up on her toes, Roxy took the point of Laurie’s chin in her hand and held it there while she pressed her lips to his. He made no attempt to break free of her grasp, returning the kiss with passion. They staggered a couple of paces down the hallway, mouths locked together. Laurie traced his tongue over Roxy’s full lower lip, and she moaned softly. She played her hand down the length of his throat and into the open neck of his shirt. The soft curls of hair tickled her fingertips, and she smiled to herself. She loved a man with a nice, hairy chest—even better if that hair trailed in a line to connect with the bush at his groin and drew the eye downwards with the promise of delights to come.

Roxy started to tug at his shirt buttons, wrenching the first two open before he stopped her.

“Hey, who’s in charge here?” he growled. “Not the little brat who needs a spanking, that’s for sure.”

She’d never been referred to as a brat before and the word, with all its connotations of bad behavior that needed to be punished, sent a shiver of dark, sweet pleasure through her.

“Come with me,” Laurie ordered and led her through to his living room.


To find out more, pick up a copy of Night Voices from Totally Bound. And visit Blissekiss for more lovely snogs.


Willow Smoke: Guest Post by Adriana Kraft

When the Chips are Down, There’s Nobody There

Willow-SmokeDaisy Matthews grew up on the streets of Chicago, and if she learned anything, it was that she could count on no one to help her, ever. She knows she has to tough it out, protect herself, and when necessary, protect anyone she cares about. All by herself. No one else will do it for her.

Hubs and I have loved writing Daisy and her story. We first introduced her in Cassie’s Hope (Riders Up, Book One) – she’s the teenage waif in the group home where Cassie worked before she went back to training horses. We’ve known so many kids like her across our social service and academic careers. There’s a special kind of resilience that comes from growing up that way; kids who don’t develop it probably don’t make it, and we’ve known some of those, too.

She doesn’t know who her father is. Her mother, who died of an overdose when Daisy was little, was a prostitute. Fortunately for Daisy, her rock-solid grandmother took her in, but that grandmother died when Daisy was eleven. Unadoptable for whatever reason, she ended up in a group home through her early teenage years, until Cassie and Clint Travers became her foster parents.

We’ve dedicated this book to two of our ancestors who faced severe social stigma more than a century ago: my great grandfather, who was born to an unmarried teenage logging camp cook in the Pennsylvania mountains, and hubby’s great grandmother, a quarter-blood Cherokee in an era when the family tried to hide that information out of shame.

Maybe we gave Daisy an extra boost when we paired her with a handsome wealthy hunk in his early forties, but we think she deserves a bang-up happy ending for her determination, grit, and courage in the face of present day social stigma. We hope you’ll agree.


Five stars at Amazon “Adriana Kraft has created memorable characters that linger long after the story has ended and I’ve closed the book. She has done what an author should–brought me into the book’s world and made me care about the characters so that my world will not be the same as before their foray into it.” Sheila G.

Five stars at Goodreads “…dreams can become reality, love can transcend age… Exciting, engaging and very entertaining story. The character interplay is spot on and the story is extremely well written.” Donna H.



“I won’t let anything hurt you.” Daisy Matthews finished wrapping the ankles of the chestnut mare and sat back on her haunches to evaluate her work. The mare’s ankles were cooler than they had been two hours earlier.

It wasn’t easy to convince a horse to stand in buckets of ice, but after three years of being a groom and an exercise rider, she could do it about as well as anybody at Arlington Park. At least that was what her boss said when he promoted her to assistant trainer.

Daisy grinned. There wasn’t much prestige associated with being an assistant trainer for a fellow with a string of only twenty-some claimers and allowance horses, but it was something, particularly for a girl from the wrong side of the tracks.

RainbowBlaze took a step forward. “I know.” Daisy groaned. “Step one: pay attention. Sorry, I got lost daydreaming. You’re right. Taking care of you is an important job.” She chuckled. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.”

“Hey kid, do you always talk to horses?”

The horse reared and pawed. “It’s okay, girl.” Daisy kept her voice soft and ran her hand slowly along the mare’s neck.

When the mare had stopped trembling, Daisy stepped out of the stall, shaded her eyes from the sun and faced the interloper. She scowled at the man’s new sneakers, monogrammed shirt and neatly pressed slacks. He looked liked he’d be more at home on a sailboat than in a barn.


Willow Smoke, Book Three in the Riders Up series, is published by B&B Publishing and is available to buy from Amazon. Heat rating: three flames (explicit sex, m/f). Cover by Rebecca Poole Dreams2Media


Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing sizzling Adriana Kraftromantic suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair has published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.


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And Yet More Views Of Amsterdam

To celebrate the fact my Amsterdam-based novel is finished and (fingers crossed!) about to be contracted, here is another selection of the places that provide some of the settings for the action.

Brouwersgracht - photo by Bill Heidorn

Brouwersgracht – photo by Bill Heidorn

The Herengracht (home of the wonderful Arendsnest proeflokaal) - photo by Rudolphous

The Herengracht (home of the wonderful Arendsnest proeflokaal) – photo by Rudolphous

The Amsterdamse Bos - photo by Shirley de Jong

The Amsterdamse Bos – photo by Shirley de Jong

Of course, the one thing that’s missing from all these scenes is a lion – but more of that in due course…

Take The Heat Update


Lovers of erotic noir and clever, kinky crime fiction need wait no longer – Take The Heat is now available to pre-order from Amazon. Click on the cover below to find out more. TakeTheHeat-500x750

And to give you a flavour of the stories on offer, here’s the very beginning of my contribution to the anthology, Disposing Of Donnie:

“So you see, Mr. Mackenzie, life would be so much easier if Donnie wasn’t around anymore.”

Luanne Palmer gazed at me across the diner’s table, looking up through mascara-thick eyelashes, her expression imploring. I’d seen that look from women before, and I’d never been able to resist its lure.

“Yeah, I see exactly what you mean—and please, call me Mike.”

“So you think you can do it for me, Mike? Kill the lousy son of a bitch?”

Her voice had risen, thick with passion and contempt, and I shushed her, afraid of anyone overhearing even though I’d picked the booth farthest from the counter for our little rendezvous. Glancing round, I saw that no one was paying us the least mind, and I relaxed a fraction.

I’d chosen to meet her at Nardiello’s for a couple of reasons. First, the diner was always quiet in the middle of the day, with less chance of any prospective client being spotted in my company. Second, they did the best damn apple pie in the state, so at least I’d get to eat well if Luanne Palmer turned out to be a no-show. God knows I’d had enough of those over the years: fantasists and time wasters who poured their hearts out over the phone to me about the man who just had to die, but lost their nerve at the last moment or couldn’t come up with the necessary green to turn that fantasy into reality.

But when Luanne had come clicking into Nardiello’s on those sky-high heels, body hugged by a cute polka-dot blouse and black pencil skirt and eyes disguised behind dark glasses, I knew everything about this dame was serious. The wiggle in her walk had my cock lurching to attention in my underwear, and when she’d sat opposite me, I’d caught a whiff of a perfume that spoke of midnight and sin.

To find out if the luscious Luanne gets her wish, pick up a copy of Take The Heat, where you’ll also be able to read smart and sexy stories from the best-selling likes of Skye Warren, Giselle Renarde and Shoshanna Evers. It’s hot!