I’m
excited to announce that my new erotic novella Hot Brides in
Vegas is out now! This funny, sexy over-the-top romp set in
Larry Archer’s fictional (or not so fictional!) world of The Fox’s
Den strip club in Las Vegas – Sin City!
Larry’s
story, Nina,
The Fallen Ballerina,
is
a sexy tale about a beautiful young woman who trained all her life to
be a ballerina. But as she grew up, she realized that she was never
going to achieve her dream.
Ballerinas
are typically small tiny girls, and as Nina grew into a picture of
her mother, she was tall and lanky, not ballerina material at all.
Frustrated, Nina threw herself into her college studies and graduated
with an MBA at age twenty-four.
Yet
once again she was thwarted in her dreams. Working in an office with
a sexist boss, she found herself unfulfilled and unhappy.
Just
when things couldn’t get any darker, she discovered a job listing
for exotic dancers at The Fox’s Den. Could
this be her destiny? She
asked herself as she interviewed with the club’s manager Linda.
Here’s
the blurb for my book.
Francesca
Torelli’s tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for
his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out for a stag
night, exploring the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her
bridesmaids Laura and Chantal are stuck at the resort under the
watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia, who has promised her brother
that Franny will come to the altar a virgin.
Frustrated
and annoyed by these double standards, the young women hatch a plan
to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own. With the
help of a susceptible concierge, a butch ex-cop limo driver and a
scandalous French couturiere, they find their way to The Fox’s Den,
the most exclusive—and outrageous—gentlemen’s club in the city.
Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers, bouncers, voyeurs and
sluts are more than happy to welcome the delectable trio as
contestants performing at the club’s famous Amateur Night.
The
gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s
assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue
when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her
strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her
virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and
literally.
Will
love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there
a difference?
And
of course, the excerpt – not by any means the most graphic, but
enough, I think, to give you a taste of what to expect:
Not
Chantal, too! Laura watched in dismay as her statuesque friend
played with the obviously eager redhead. Meanwhile, Francesca moaned
and squirmed on the couch, the face of the Asian girl planted firmly
in her pussy. What was it about this place? Was it something in
the water, or the air?
She
rose from her chair, feeling desperately uncomfortable. A hand
snagged her ankle.
“Don’t
go!” Jeanette flashed her a hopeful smile. “Let me make you feel
good, too.”
Laura
shook off the stripper’s grasp. “No—thank you. I—I’ve
never—I’m not…”
“Are
you sure?” The naked blonde licked her full lips. “It’s really
no big deal…”
“NO.”
Stumbling a bit in her haste, Laura made a beeline for the door,
yanked it open, and ran into the corridor. Straight into a
hard-muscled chest in a tight black tee.
“Hey!”
said Steve, grabbing her forearm to steady her. “Are you okay?”
Heat
raced through her at the casual touch. “Yes.” A whiff of his
manly scent reached her. “No.” She gazed up at him—he was so
tall that it was a stretch—and saw the friendly concern in his blue
eyes. “I’m fine. Just needed to get out of the dressing room for
a while.”
“You
seem upset.” His eyes narrowed, and now she read something else in
his expression. Lust.
Her
breath caught and her cheeks burned. He
wanted her.
“Are
Katie and the other girls up to their usual antics?” he asked. He
had not released his hold on her arm. “I guess a classy lady like
you isn’t used to that sort of thing.”
“Some
classy lady,” she responded with a forced chuckle. “In an hour or
so I’m planning to take my clothes off in front of a crowd of
strangers.”
“I
can hardly wait.” His deep voice sank to a sexy near
whisper. He snaked his other arm around her waist to pull her against
his hard body. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else,
not since you walked in the door of the club.”
He
tried to bend down and kiss her. The mismatch between their heights
was too great. After an awkward moment trying to adjust, he gave up.
Instead, he lifted her right off the floor, bringing her face level
with his.
“I’ve
been thinking about this, too,” he murmured,
before his mouth claimed hers.
Oh,
god! He was a fantastic kisser! Warm, firm, not too wet, not too
dry—just right! His tongue teased the seam of her lips. She opened
eagerly, sucking it into her mouth, tangling it with her own.
He
tasted like black coffee and salt. Even now, at five o’clock in the
afternoon, he was perfectly clean-shaven, with no annoying stubble to
irritate her skin. She relaxed in his grip, completely comfortable
even though her feet were six inches off the floor. Somehow she knew
he’d never drop her.
The
kiss went on and on. She didn’t want it to
ever stop. Laura closed her eyes, drowning in the smell, the taste,
the feel of him. Such strength!
Finally,
his lips slid away from hers. “Damn, but this is tough to keep up.”
He lowered her to the ground, making sure she was stable on her spiky
heels before letting her go.
She
searched his handsome face. He looked desperate.
“If
I don’t have you right now, woman, I’m going to explode.” He
half-dragged her across the hall, throwing open the door in front of
them and pushing her before him into the dim space.
Get your copy now!
Barnes
and
Noble
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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-brides-in-vegas-lisabet-sarai/1127452565?ean=2940154622568
1 comment:
Thanks for the shout out and I hope it was good for you also.
Larry
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