…talking about my Totally Bound novella, Night Voices, and explaining why, even in the age of all things digital, listening to the radio is still a sexy experience. To find out more, click on the cover below:
Here’s a hotter than hot snippet as part of this week’s Blissekiss Sunday Snog. It comes from my Totally Bound ménage story, Everything to Him, the tale of a young journalist who gets the chance to live a billionaire’s lifestyle for a magazine feature. Felix Meredith has agreed to share everything for the story, and that includes his wife, Amber…
He paused to shower her face with kisses as she hung, suspended above him, the head of his dick bathed in her flowing juices but not yet breaching her entrance.
“You’d do it?” she asked, in the moment before she slid down on to his upthrust length. “You’d let Josh fuck me? And it wouldn’t change anything between us?”
“Nothing could change the way I feel about you,” he assured her, his words breathed directly into her ear. “I love you, Amber, and I always will. You’re everything to me. That’s why I want to do this, because I’m sure it will strengthen what we feel for each other, not weaken it.”
Then he was pushing up, into the hot, clutching grasp of her cunt. Amber cried out at the delicious penetration, feeling the two of them become one. He gripped her arse cheeks, holding her secure, and she wrapped her arms round the back of his neck. The musk of his cologne, the muskier scent of his body mingled so seductively with it, inflamed her senses. “Fuck me, Felix,” she pleaded. “Show me just what I mean to you.”
His response was to jab into her with short, almost brutal thrusts that slammed her against the wall. The jerking motions sent a dull friction through her pussy, setting her clit pulsing. Her moans filled the hallway and she was sure Alison would come running, alerted by the commotion. If the housekeeper arrived and saw them, Felix still fully dressed, Amber naked, fucking for all they were worth, would they stop what they were doing? She very much doubted it.
You can get hold of Everything to Him either as a standalone story or as part of the Sharing the Billionaire anthology. And you can enjoy a selection of snogs, from torrid to tender, over at Blissekiss.
I’ve been trying to hold back on showing off this gorgeous cover for a while, seeing as the book won’t be available till December, but I just can’t wait any longer. Here’s the design for The Pride of Amsterdam, the first in a new m/m paranormal series for Totally Bound – Lionhearts.
Now you know the reason for all those views of Amsterdam, but if you want to learn more about the secrets the city holds in this tale of mystery, murder (oh, and of course, hot sex), keep watching this space…
Today 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?
Like the sound of The Ingredients of Bliss?
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.
Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai
Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai
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.
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.
Hooray 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.