Nasty Business by Lisabet Sarai

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I thought I’d help spread the word of Lisabet’s new release, Nasty Business, a BDSM erotic novel published by Books We Love.

Blurb

All’s fair in lust and business

Ruby Maxwell Chen, lovely and ruthless CEO of a huge British business empire, is used to getting her way. When she encounters the strangely charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn’t finally met her match.

From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. Neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth the path to success. Neither anticipates that their mutual attraction will turn into something far more intense and difficult to control.

As their struggle for dominance escalates, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.

Novel-length book includes “Shades of Red”, a bonus story about Ruby’s introduction to BDSM!

Excerpt

“Bravo.” A soft, melodious male voice, and then the sound of applause. “I’m extremely impressed.”

I pull myself abruptly upright. Did someone dare to watch me and my medieval servitor?

I have just been finger-fucked to exhaustion, yet my first reaction is a wave of total, incomprehensible lust. Incomprehensible because the man who stands between the parted curtains is not at all my type. He is short and wiry. His hair is scraggly and a bit too long around his ears, and he has a dreadful drooping black mustache. He wears nondescript jeans and a khaki shirt.

Somehow, though, he radiates sexuality. His aura is palpable, the air thick and sticky as syrup. He fixes me with his intense, dark eyes and grins. I feel like I am melting. I want to spread my legs wider, desperately offer my swelling sex for him to use as he will.

I struggle with my impulses, close my legs decisively and try to stare him down. “I gather you were spying on me and my admirer.”

“Indeed. A most entertaining and instructive tableau.” He enters the balcony-space, letting the curtains close behind him, and picks up the flogger. The knotted thongs dangle an inch above my cleavage. “You seem to be quite an expert in the arts of discipline.”

“Hardly,” I say, taking the whip from him, trying to take control of the interaction. “I am just beginning to explore the possibilities. But,” I say, my eyes narrowing to watch his reaction, “I do find myself quite sensitive to my partners’ desires to yield to my power.”

“I could see that. You knew what he wanted, and you gave it to him.” He pauses and searches my face. “But, do you know what I want?”

Truly, I have no idea. He seems fascinated by the flogger, but I sense only a hint of submission in him, a playful curiosity totally different from the aching need of my recent conquest.

His eyes play over my body in a leisurely fashion, appreciative, it seems, but not urgent. Surreptitiously, I glance at his fly: an appealing bulk there, but no indication of arousal.

I, on the other hand, am hornier than I have been in weeks. Maybe months. Or ever. My clit throbs like a sore tooth. I lean forward so that my breasts part invitingly, and lick my painted lips.

“Tell me what you want,” I purr. “I’m feeling generous tonight, and just might grant your request.”

He leans toward me in answer, and grasps my chin. Strange electricity flows from his touch. My breasts ache. My cunt is on fire.

“I want you to take me home with you,” he says with a cryptic smile. And then he kisses me.

I am not sentimental. I am not romantic, susceptible, easily mastered. But I swear, I could drown in this kiss.

His lips are smooth and full, his tongue demanding. He tastes of peppermint, and behind that, an aromatic trace of pipe tobacco. I smell his cologne, something clean, woodsy, Scandinavian.

I do not want to give in, and yet I do. I return his kiss, open my mouth wide to his probing. He senses my partial surrender, and presses his advantage. He has slipped his hand inside my vest, now, and is pinching my nipple hard.

I love it. I am awash with lust. I am dying for him to take me. My sex is liquid, spilling over. My scent rises in the velvet-draped space. I know that I cannot hide my desire, but still I try.

“You seem most enthusiastic,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady. “But why should I allow you into my personal space?”

“Because you want to,” he says, deftly extricating my breast from its leather casing and planting a kiss on its tip. “And because you think that you will have more control on your home territory. As an interloper, I will necessarily be at a disadvantage.”

He’s right. Many women would feel vulnerable, bringing a stranger into their home, but I’m more confident on my own turf than in some unfamiliar locale. I am astonished at his perspicacity. Who is this man? He appears so ordinary and yet there is both physical attraction, and psychological intrigue.

Buy Links: Smashwords * All Romance eBooks * Amazon

Author Bio

More than a decade ago LISABET SARAI experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published five single author short story collections and seven erotic novels, including the BDSM classic Raw Silk. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She has also edited several acclaimed anthologies and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai’s Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).

Welcome Guest Author Sean Michael!

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I’m excited to announce the amazing Sean Michael as my guest today! Among his many published works is his Chess series, Opening Moves and Middle Game. I think writing a ménage would be challenging enough, so to write a story about four men – whew! – kudos to you, Sean!

Chess – Strategies for Writing a Foursome (or How Four Men Ate My Brain)

Okay, so if you know me, you know that the parenthetical title is far more accurate than the non-parenthetical one. I do love me some hot studs and if I can put four together and make it work, all the better.

This series started for me with the three men who were all lovers – Rook, Knight and Bishop – showing up in my brain and telling me all about how much trouble they were having finding a fourth. They’d thought about it a lot, so much so that they had a contract all drawn up and they’d already asked one man to sign it. He hadn’t been impressed, so they were still looking, sure the man for them was out there somewhere.

Jason arrived in short order, though, no doubt drawn by the bait left out by the three Chess men, and he was perplexed, and didn’t even think he was gay, but more than willing to be convinced by the pretty.

So the characters did as they usually do for me – they take over my brain and give me their story to write and so I write it. The difference with the Chess guys is that there are four of them. That’s four sets of everything from pairs of eyes, to pairs of hands to dangly bits and butts and all. The logistics can be a little intimidating when all four players are on the board at the same time, especially in a love scene. I can’t use he all the time – there are too many of them for there to be clarity, but at the same time I don’t want to use their names too much either in a single paragraph. So I have to balance it, I have to make sure it flows nicely and is readable and that the reader knows who is doing what to whom.

It requires more re-reading than usual just to make sure it is readable, but in the end, I think it’s worth it.

The first two of the Chess books are already out – Opening Moves and Middle Game. The third, En Prise, is complete and is slated for an early 2013 release at Total eBound. I am currently working on the fourth one and hopefully it’ll be ready to go in the summer of 2013. If it is indeed the last one as planned (never underestimate the characters’ ability to totally take over and insist on way more than you were planning on), it will be titled End Game.

Working the Chess theme through the titles has been fun, and god knows, when there are four people in a relationship, there’s automatically a bit of maneuvering going on and it’s sort of like a chess game itself. Never fear, though, I promise a happy ending for the men of Chess.

Thank you, Jennifer for hosting me today!

Sean Michael

Smut fixes everything

www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Chess: Opening Moves

Book one in the Chess Series

Threesome Rook, Knight and Bishop make Jason an offer he can’t refuse. Can the four of them be exactly what they each need? Find out in this Opening Move.

Rook, Knight and Bishop have been searching for a fourth man to join their threesome for quite a while when Knight meets Jason, the live model in the art class he’s auditing. He thinks that Jason is the perfect man for them and his lovers Rook and Bishop quickly agree. The trick will be convincing Jason…

Join these sexy men as they make their Opening Moves.

Buy Link for Opening Moves: Total-E-Bound

Chess: Middle Game

Book two in the Chess Series

Can Jason be with three amazing men and not lose his heart in the process?

Living with and being the play toy of three men is more rewarding than Jason could have imagined. Bishop, Knight and Rook each have their own way of loving on him. In Bishop he finds a work-out partner, friendship, and good solid lovemaking. He isn’t sure what to make of Knight, but the man is a brilliant artist and there are worse things than being Knight’s subject for his latest series of paintings. And the kinky things Knight does to him blow his mind on a regular basis.

It’s Rook who Jason is falling in love with, though. The bright, loving, sexy man has him head over heels and Jason’s beginning to worry that he’s getting himself in way over his head. Can he continue to be with these men without losing his heart?

Buy Link for Middle Game: Total-E-Bound

Author Bio

Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

Where to find Sean on the web: Website * Twitter * Facebook * Livejournal * Email

Wake Up Wednesday – Beach Boys

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The leaves have turned, frost now begins to gather, and snow soon approaches…. Blah! I don’t like the cold (says the idiot who lives in one of the top 10 coldest states in the USA), so I’ve decided for this weeks W.U.W to be a nice reminder of warmer days down at the beach!

The usual blurb –

I’ve always thought of Wednesday as the longest day of the week.  You’re halfway through your five-day grind at work and you just want it to be over with.  You find yourself dragging along and in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and what better way to pull yourself out of that daze then HOT men.

So, I’ve decided to create Wake Up Wednesday.  This is a posting of 4 pictures of hot men (in both the single and plural sense and in any way, shape, form, or position that I can find them… phew!) that’ll hopefully put that bounce back in your step to get you through the rest of the week – hey, it works for me, so why not 😉

(Please see the disclaimer at the bottom of this blog in regards to the pictures)

Welcome Guest Author Bebe Balocca!

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Today’s guest author is the lovely Bebe Balocca, fine author of A Ghost on Two Wheels – which she’ll be telling us about today – and Carved into Her Heart. Please give her a warm welcome, and feel free to leave a comment or two. 😉

When and why did you begin writing?

Professionally, I’ve been writing nonfiction and entertainment articles as well as educational material for about eight years. I’ve played around with erotic romance writing in the past (and lost two partially completed novels due to computer crashes – sigh) I but got serious about it around a year ago.

What is your favorite thing about writing?

I love mentally entering a situation and describing it in such a way that the reader shares it with me. I love the challenge of trying to bring a scene and its characters to life. Also, writing erotic romance has definitely added some spice to my marriage – just ask my husband. He’s my biggest fan.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I try to use all of the senses – I aim for a very visceral, organic style – and I inject humor whenever I can.

What do you find is the hardest thing about being an author?

I write very graphic sex scenes and get the action down quickly, so that I feel it flows naturally. I have to go back and make sure I don’t overuse the same words to describe body parts. When you have a long sexual encounter, this becomes challenging.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

I have so many and I admire different things about each. I love how Stephen King makes every character alive, and he’s fabulous at the gross-out, horrible details. I love how J.R.R. Tolkien crafted a rich, real world – the LOTR series blows me away, every time I read it. I appreciate and applaud Janet Evanovich’s spare, unpretentious writing; her books are reliably fun and playful. Douglas Adams’s books are delightful, imaginative, and thought-provoking.

What inspired you to write A Ghost on Two Wheels?

I’ve experienced intense grief and I understand that desperate longing to have someone you love back with you. I wanted to explore what would happen if you could make that contact – both the joys and the frustrations you would feel.

Was there anything you found particularly challenging when writing A Ghost on Two Wheels?

“Ghost” is in first person, so I could only share what Ivy experiences with her own eyes. That works perfectly with the plot, but it had its own challenges, too.

How did you come up with the title?

I wanted to incorporate motorcycles into the title, since Michael’s Indian Chief is a major factor in the plot.

If you were to give your book a Heat Rating, (lowest) 1—simmering, 2—sizzling, 3—on fire, or 4—blazing (highest), which would it be and why?

“Ghost” is a 4. I don’t pull any punches with the sex scenes. The reader gets to see, feel, hear, touch – even smell – everything that’s going on during several encounters with Michael and Ivy.

What’s next for you?

“Bubbles and Troubles,” the first book of my Prescott Woods series, is available for pre-release from Total-E-Bound on December 24. It’s set in a small Kentucky town next to a woods full of magical beings. Like “Ghost”, it’s highly erotic, but it also has some great giggles. “Learning to Soar” comes next, with pre-release in January. In it, Chloe goes to a very unorthodox sex therapist, who treats his patients in his nightclub. “Soar” is definitely blazing as well – Chloe learns about various toys and accessories that help her with her sexual issue.

Book Blurb

An accident tore us apart, but I can’t live without Michael. I’ll find a way to love him, even if it’s the death of me…

Ivy and Michael, her tattoo artist boyfriend, share a timeless, passionate love. Both work from home, so their breaks are spent together, making love and going for erotically-charged motorcycle rides through the countryside. They plan to make their bond official with name tattoos over each other’s hearts, but fate and a reckless driver bring their world to a crashing halt.

At first, Ivy is devastated by grief, but she finds that she can make contact with Michael once more. She can touch him in his phantom form and feel his ghostly caresses. Across the veil of death, their lovemaking is different, but every bit as heated. Their after-death journey is mysterious, romantic, and undeniably erotic.

Ivy and Michael learn that sexual pleasure remains after life ends, and that death doesn’t stand in the way of true love.

Excerpt

Thank God we filmed ourselves fucking. I select a recording from just a month before his accident and turn on the television. I crank the sound up so that Michael will hear it from the kitchen. He bursts into our bedroom and stands in front of the screen. His form is much clearer now. I can even make out his features a bit. The aquiline curve of his nose, the slight cleft in his chin, the lump of his Adam’s apple. Oddly, his hair seems longer than it did when he died. Now it’s a few inches long, rumpled and dishevelled. I’ve heard that ghosts revert to their mental pictures of themselves, so I suppose that Michael prefers himself with longer hair. Interesting.

He starts to reach for the power button on the television. Is he going to turn it off? “No!” I yell and grab for his hand. He pauses, his fingertip inches from the button. My solid hands wrap around his translucent phantom one, gripping it as best I can. He pulls his hand back and slumps onto the upholstered armchair beside our bed.

He leans back and watches the television. I kneel beside him on the thick wool carpet, watching our taped lovemaking unfold in high definition. On-screen, I’m stretched on our bed. I’m wearing the white lace thong and push-up bra he gave me for Valentine’s Day this year. Michael is standing by the bed next to me, naked, and holding his thickened shaft in his hand. “Come on, Ivy,” he urges in a husky voice. “Touch yourself for me.”

I remember hesitating, feeling that childhood shame at touching my pussy, but knowing that it must be okay if Michael wanted it so much. I watch myself kneel on the television screen, gyrating on the fluffy down comforter, and bring my hands between my thighs.

“That’s good,” Michael urges on-screen. He slides his fist over his erection as he watches me run my fingers inside my panties. Next to me in the chair, Michael’s ghostly form unzips his jeans and pulls out his own vaporous shaft. It appears more solid than the rest of him. It even has a tinge of ruddy colour. Michael’s ghostly hand begins to move over his cock in the same rhythm as the videoed Michael jerks off on-screen. Fleetingly, I think how ironic it is that I have two versions of my lover in the room with me and neither one is technically alive…

But fuck it, right? Love knows no bounds.

I place my hand on top of Michael’s ghostly hand and glide it over his stiff length. It’s growing harder in my grip. On the television, I unhook my white lace bra and slip it from my shoulders. My blonde hair hangs just beneath my nipples, obscuring them, and I tease the camera by swishing wispy locks of hair over the pink nubs, offering the most elusive of glimpses. I plunge the first two fingers of both hands into my mouth and suck, spreading my knees wide and twisting my hips. In the armchair, ghostly Michael pumps his cock in his fist faster, as does the corporeal Michael on-screen.

I watch the video version of myself lower my left hand, dripping with saliva, to my left tit. I toss my hair over my shoulder to bare it and then rub it with my wet fingertips. My nipple is stiffened into a tough little rosy spike. I rub and pinch it, plucking it between my fingertips. I lower my right hand to my panties and buck my hips against my hand obscenely. On-screen, Michael murmurs encouragement. “That’s good, Ivy. That’s really good.”

He’s growing more solid in the armchair as we watch the recording. I think the sex, both videoed and live—well, as ‘live’ as sex with my dead lover can be—is making him stronger. He sees me now—he looks into my face as I stroke him. He even raises one phantom hand and runs it through my downy blonde hair.

On-screen, I yank my thong out of the way and push my fingers inside me. I slide them slowly into my cunt, licking my lips lasciviously for the camera’s benefit. He’s jerking off faster on the recording—his fist is a blur as it flies over his erection.

I move between Michael’s ghostly knees and spread them wide. He yields to the pressure of my hands on his thighs. I am elated—he feels me. His shaft is rampant, long, jutting up from his lap like a tower. I lick my lips, close my eyes, and lower my face to his lap. I sure hope this works.

Buy Links:  Total-E-Bound * Amazon

Author Bio

I live in the beautiful deep South of the U.S., where summers are steamy, big hair will always be in fashion, and the accents are so sexy they’ll make your toes curl. It’s a place where the men are ruggedly hot and the ladies know just how to get their attention. Can you tell I love it here?

Reading erotic romance is an escape, a blush-inducing mini-vacation – you might not know where the path will lead, but you know there will be loads of pulse-pounding surprises along the way. I’m a romantic, and as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing more satisfying than romance in action.

In addition to erotic romance, I’m a big fan of sci-fi, fantasy, humor, and horror, so expect the unexpected in a Bebe Balocca book – and enjoy the ride.

You can find Bebe at: Website * Facebook * Amazon Author Page

Wake Up Wednesday – Still Hot

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These man have been blessed with gorgeous good looks that have not faded with the passing years. They were handsome, sexy, mouth-watering men when they were in their prime, and they still are to this day. They may not all have the tight, well-defined bodies as their juniors, but my goodness are they still drool-worthy.

The usual blurb –

I’ve always thought of Wednesday as the longest day of the week.  You’re halfway through your five-day grind at work and you just want it to be over with.  You find yourself dragging along and in desperate need of a pick-me-up, and what better way to pull yourself out of that daze then HOT men.

So, I’ve decided to create Wake Up Wednesday.  This is a posting of 4 pictures of hot men (in both the single and plural sense and in any way, shape, form, or position that I can find them… phew!) that’ll hopefully put that bounce back in your step to get you through the rest of the week – hey, it works for me, so why not 😉

Hugh Jackman 2012 – 44yrs old

Hugh Grant 2011 – 51yrs old

Pierce Brosnan 2012 – 59yrs old

Johnny Depp 2012 – 49yrs old

(Please see the disclaimer at the bottom of this blog in regards to the pictures)