Sunday Snog – Vintage Pride

vintagepride_800Vintage Pride, Book Three in the Lionhearts m/m paranormal series, gets its full release on Tuesday. To mark the occasion, today’s Sunday Snog is a kiss between lion shifter Jean-Luc and Ethan, the paranormal investigator who’s come to Jean-Luc’s chateau to find evidence of things that go bump in the night…

Ethan took a sip of his Champagne then shot a quizzical look at his glass. “The stuff we were drinking with Marcus the other day was good but this is better somehow. It tastes rounder, creamier, if that makes sense.”

“That’s because you’re drinking the 2006 vintage. That was a truly exceptional year for most of the houses in this region, Château LeBlanc included. I have saved a handful of bottles for special occasions. One is set aside to toast the arrival of my sister’s baby.”

“So if it’s that good, why are you wasting it on me?”

“Ethan, nothing I do in your company can ever be a waste. Don’t you realize you are fully deserving of the very best?”

Ethan looked down at his glass as if Jean-Luc’s fervent words had embarrassed him. But he’d meant them with all his heart. For his mate, nothing could ever be too good.

To break the awkward silence that had descended, Jean-Luc reached for another berry. This time, he gripped the morsel between his teeth, encouraging Ethan to gnaw on it. When every bit of the fruit had gone, they shared a long, deep kiss, Jean-Luc tasting the sweetness of strawberries on Ethan’s lips.

Ethan lifted Jean-Luc’s fingers to his mouth and sucked the sticky red juice from their tips. The slow pull as Ethan’s cheeks hollowed and his tongue swirled had Jean-Luc groaning with need. The sensations were transmitted to the base of his shaft, his cock uncoiling in response.

“I swear you were sent to me by the devil himself,” he murmured. “Where else could you have been schooled in such wickedness?”

“Oh, this is just the start.” Ethan grinned, his gray eyes filled with mischief. He plucked at Jean-Luc’s shirt, unfastening one button after another.

Jean-Luc aided him by undoing the cuffs then shrugged out of the garment. Ethan’s T-shirt was quicker to dispose of. They both stood topless, surrounded by old books and antique furniture, Jean-Luc silently daring his mate to make the next move.

That’s only the start of a hot and sensuous encounter between the two men. To read more, and find out how a reality TV show and a hoard of missing art treasures fit into the story, get your copy of Vintage Pride from Totally Bound, Amazon US and Amazon UK. And nip over to Blissekiss for this Sunday’s selection of mouthwatering snogs.

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Like Reading? Want To Win A Gift Card?

If the answer to both those questions is ‘yes’, then the lovely Lisabet Sarai needs to hear from you. She’s currently running a survey about erotic fiction, and she wants your opinions. Not only will one lucky person win a $50 bookstore gift card (and that’ll buy you a lot of quality smut…), everyone who completes the survey gets a coupon for a free ebook. What could be simpler? Just click on the book jacket below, and it’ll take you straight to the survey. Good luck!

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Plaid Nights Is Available For Pre-Order

Plaid Nights, the Torquere anthology featuring stories of hot men in kilts and the men who love them, is now available for pre-order. Featuring everything from fun and games with a caber tosser at the Highland Games to a time-travelling vampire and his kinky Scottish lover, as well as my story Perfect Working Order, featuring a Scottish rugby fan learning all about gay love with the help of his best friend, this is a collection not to be missed. And if you order between now and June 30th, using the code PRIDE2015, you can get 25% off the cover price. Just click on the cover below to go to the book’s page on the Torquere site and take advantage of this great offer.

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Sunday Snog – Piano Man

NeverTooLateFSHere’s a short but hot scene from my Dreamspinner m/m novella, Piano Man, which features a spot of kissing as it’s Sunday Snog time. Graham, the main character and a man who believes love has passed him by, is having a very filthy fantasy about the pianist he’s recently employed for his new bar, Adam…

Closing his eyes, he pictured himself at the Midnight Lounge on its opening night. Couples, Mike and Judy among them, swayed on the dance floor. Groups of friends chatted over drinks and platters of food. The barman poured expertly mixed cosmopolitans into frosted glasses. And underpinning all of this was the slow, beautiful tune Adam had played for him at his audition.

His thoughts drifted and now he saw himself and Adam sitting on the sofa in his living room. They were both half undressed, Adam shirtless and revealing a chest still bearing the remnants of the tan he’d picked up on board his cruise ship. Graham imagined himself planting a slow trail of kisses down Adam’s torso, all the way to the waistband of his trousers. Adam’s cock was a solid bulge, pressing against the dark fabric. Graham would pull down Adam’s zipper and reach in to pull his erection free from his underwear. Then he’d kiss that too, licking up the drops of precum glistening at his tip…

Overcome by the fantasy he’d woven, Graham unbelted his robe. He sprawled his limbs, letting his head loll against the back of his easy chair. Grasping his dick at the base, he started to stroke along its length, the juice that had formed at its crown easing his movements.

He couldn’t recall the last time he’d played with himself. His libido had shriveled to nothing after Scott left him, but now, spurred on by thoughts of the gorgeous pianist, he was filled with the need to cum. His breathing grew ragged as he continued to pump his fist up and down his shaft. His balls tightened, preparing to release their seed. Every nerve-ending tight as piano wire, he humped his ass against the soft leather seat cushion. Part of him wished Adam were here now, watching as he wanked.

This is for you, you gorgeous young stud. He yelled out Adam’s name as he reached his climax. The cum shot from his cock tip, landing in a creamy spatter on Graham’s heaving belly.

Does the fantasy become reality? You can find out in Piano Man, which is available from Dreamspinner as a single release and as part of the Never Too Late anthology. And pop over to Blissekiss for all the smoochy, sloppy Sunday Snogs you need to spice up your weekend.

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Views Of The Sierra Nevada

My current WIP is the sixth and, as it stands, final book in the Lionhearts series of male/male lion shifter romance novels I’ve been writing for Totally Bound and its about to launch GLBT sister imprint, Pride Publishing. This time, I’m tackling a murder mystery story, set against the backdrop of the Sierra Nevada mountains in southern Spain. To give you an idea of what may lie in store, here’s a selection of breathtaking images of the mountains, courtesy as ever of Wikimedia Commons.

Rio Genil valley by Jebulon

Rio Genil valley by Jebulon

Sierra Nevada from the Alhambra by Jan Zeschky

Sierra Nevada from the Alhambra by Jan Zeschky

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Alcaza, Punta de la Cornisa y Mulhacén by Juanjosepascus

View of the Sierra Nevada from Granada by Jordan Beard

View of the Sierra Nevada from Granada by Jordan Beard

Cover Reveal – Perfect Working Order

perfect working orderHot man in tartan alert! I just had to share this gorgeous cover for Perfect Working Order, my contribution to the forthcoming Torquere Press Plaid Nights collection.  As the anthology title and image suggest, all the stories feature kilt-wearing cuties, and Torquere cover artist Brandon has really done the theme justice, don’t you think?

Hot Encounters Of The Fourth Kind

The lovely Lisabet Sarai is renowned for producing some of the most sensuous, intelligent, genre-defying erotic fiction around, FourthWorld_400x600and her new collection of dark paranormal stories, The Fourth World, is no exception. Be warned, though, this is strong stuff – the tales here include violence, blood, death, extreme BDSM, m/m interaction, vampires, succubi and things with tentacles. Here’s the blurb, to give you a better idea of what’s involved:

Enter the fourth world – a world of lust and shadows, where anything can happen.

Obsessive passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal desire from eroticist Lisabet Sarai. An undead couple hunts for beauty and youth in the history-drenched streets of Prague. A sex addict meets his fate in the embrace of a seductive monster. An innocent writer offers her body and heart to a century-old ghost. A spiritual seeker succumbs to temptation in the arms of a fearsome and greedy goddess. A kinky, blood-drenched threesome unfolds in a luxurious Bangkok penthouse. These tales conjure the magic of sex, and its dangers. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally terrified. Do not expect happily ever afters.

And if that’s roused your appetite, here’s an X-rated extract:

“Master Carl?” My eyes trained respectfully on his scuffed boots, I stand back to let him enter. The door swings shut behind him.

He fists my hair and forces me to my knees. My cock surges inside my pants.

“Don’t speak unless I ask you a question, boy. Understand?”

“Yes—yes, Sir.” I feel vaguely guilty bestowing that honorific on anyone but my true master. Keeping my gaze straight ahead, where an impressive lump distorts his worn dungarees, I catch a whiff of gasoline and old, sour sweat. His hand goes to his fly. I hold my breath, my heart slamming against my ribs.

“So you want me to cut you? That’s what you said, right?”

“That’s right, Sir.”

He peels the zipper down and hauls out his massive, uncut cock. “Suck me first. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll get out my knife.” 

I have no opportunity to reply. He mashes the head of his dick against my lips, pushes them apart, and drives his rod down my throat. When I sputter and choke around the rigid plug of flesh, he draws back a bit, letting me gulp air into my lungs. Then he rams back in, but this time, I’m ready. I suck at him like a kid with an ice cream soda, swirling my tongue over his bulb and tickling the ridge beneath.

He groans a bit. His blunt fingers clutch my shoulders to hold me still while he thrusts. He’s found his rhythm now, a hard, fast plunge followed by a slower withdrawal. My lips cling to the sleek, steely bulk of him each time he retreats.

Despite the funky smell of his jeans, he tastes clean, a bit flowery, as if he used perfumed soap. I’m reminded of them—my real master and mistress—and all at once I’m on the edge of coming. I tense, knowing that’s not permitted and my abuser senses the change. He’s a serious Dom, despite his tough demeanor, attuned to his submissive’s reactions. His hesitation gives me the chance for a deep breath and the urge subsides a bit, though my cock still throbs every time he fills my mouth.

I let myself pretend that the cock I’m sucking belongs to my master. He’s longer and more slender than Carl, but I don’t doubt he’d be equally rough. Cruelty is a habit for him. Closing my eyes, I picture him looming over me, his raven curls tumbling over his brow, his lips stretched in a taut grimace of pleasure. I’ve never tasted him, never touched him, but I know his skin would be cool and silky. His cock would be hard as a marble tomb.

The Fourth World is published by Excessica.com

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Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Fourth-World-Erotic-tales-monsters-ebook/dp/B00Y23HXW4/

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About Lisabet

Brief Bio

When I was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me, fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers, heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and miraculous.

Now that I’ve grown up, I create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire with its potent enchantments. Lust and power—terror and ecstasy—my paranormal stories will make you believe in magick.

Links:

Website: http:/www.lisabetsarai.com

Blog: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai

Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lisabets_list