Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Getting Noticed




In the old days - by which I mean ten or fifteen years ago, before the ebook explosion -  getting published was tough. The number of slots available for new authors was limited by the costs of producing print books, as well as the cost of buying them (for readers). A typical reader chose carefully when a novel cost between ten and thirty dollars. Publishers were reluctant to gamble on books that weren't an obvious sure thing. They didn't want to lay out the cash for editing, proofreading, cover art, catalogs, promotion, sales teams, book fairs and of course, the printing of the book itself, unless they were pretty confident that they'd at least break even.

Slush piles were enormous. Author success stories were few and far between.

Ebooks and the Internet profoundly changed the economics of publishing. Most of the expenses listed above shrank dramatically or vanished all together, aside from editing and proofing (and, alas, some e-publishers don't seem to spend anything for those, either). The Internet made it cheap to advertise books, and its ubiquity justified pushing the marketing burden onto individual authors. Covers could be assembled from a $5 stock image with a couple hours of Photoshopping. Meanwhile, the price of ebooks dropped to a low enough level that readers could be comfortable impulse buying.

Book sales surged. Publishers needed to satisfy the reading public's seemingly insatiable appetite for fiction. As a result, getting published became much easier. Anyone with a halfway sensible story could find someone who'd publish it. Poor grammar, lexical confusions, spelling errors, were no longer a barrier to being an author. Many more individuals were able to fulfill that dream.

Then self-publishing arrived, and even the most minimal barriers to publication disappeared.

Now it's easy getting published. What's difficult is getting noticed.

You may have written a fantastic book, one you know could be really popular, but how do you let people know? How can you make your book stand out from the literally thousands of books that get published every day?

It seems like an impossible task. Indeed, it's terribly discouraging. I blog like crazy. I participate in email lists. I run contests. I guest at other people's blogs. And almost every time I get some comment like "This is a new author for me..."

I'm doing everything I can, given my other real world responsibilities. But it's not enough.

I'm pretty close to giving up. Not giving up on writing - that's too much a part of me to let go - but on pushing to market my work. I have a few fans whom I know will buy my books. Maybe I should simply be satisfied with that, along with the knowledge that what I write is better, at least from a craft perspective, than a large percentage of the books flooding the world.

The other alternative is to figure out some wild stunt, something totally off the wall that will get me some publicity. Since I'm a very private person - hey, I'm not even on Facebook - this is an unlikely path.

Of course, if I could get each of my regular readers to tell just one friend about my books, that would multiply my fan base by two. And then if those people would just tell their friends...

Maybe that's a ridiculous dream. Still, if you're reading this post, and you have a minute - why not send a link to my book list or free reading page off to one of your friends?

http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html
http://www.lisabetsarai.com/freereads.html

Thanks!







Monday, September 22, 2014

Sneak Peek: La Romance Torride

Steamy Romance. It sounds delicious in any language, but in the language of love it becomes exhilarating.

La Romance Torride...


From historical to contemporary, paranormal to cowboys, this collection has something spicy for every taste.



With TWO FULL LENGTH NOVELS and THREE NOVELLAS, La Romance Torride will warm your heart—and other places—for hours on end!


Marlow’s Revenge by KC Vixen

Hate had ruled Steven Marlow’s life for thirteen years.

It sustained him after false accusations had him exiled to colonial Australia. The thought of revenge kept him alive on the prison ship and on the chain gang. When he finally meets up with the woman who lied, retribution will be swift and deadly.

He will exact a terrible revenge.

My Destiny by JL Perry

Brooke

Brooke gave up her dreams, relocating to another state with her husband Jake so he could pursue his, but when he commits the ultimate betrayal against her, she’s lucky to escape with her life.

She moves back to her hometown, alone and runs into Logan, the man who had helped her months ago. From the moment they first met, Brooke felt that they had a connection, and now she finds it is stronger than ever.

What stops her from acting on her feelings towards him?

Logan

From the moment he saw Brooke, Logan knew that she was the one he’d been searching for his whole life. Can he convince Brooke to let go of her insecurities so they can be together?
What will happen when Brooke’s past comes back to haunt her? Will Logan still be around to help her, or will she be left to face it on own her own?

Playing House by Abi Aiken

Bookstore owner Lucy is still hurting from her ex’s cheating ways when her housemate drops another bombshell. She’s moving out, and taking her weekly rent money with her. To help pay the bills Lucy reluctantly allows the crazy-gorgeous Mark to move in. What will happen when their mutual attraction collides with Lucy’s trust issues?

Sojourn With A Stranger by Keta Diablo

A ghost haunts the halls of Stafford House. When Raine Brinsley arrives and accepts a position as a house servant, the ghost is determined to let Raine know who murdered her. Derek and Lyman Stafford race against time to produce the first male heir to secure the title toStafford House. The brothers will do anything to win…including murder.
A dark, gothic novel with romance, mystery, suspense and thrills.

Whispered Pleasure by Lacey Roberts

Blake Hunter is a tall, dark, handsome and sexy master of horses.

Lexie Jamison is a thorn in his side.He hasn’t seen the gorgeous, dark haired firecracker for four years.

Attraction is instant but Blake doesn’t have time for a contradictory pain in the butt. Within hours of arriving she has him so tied up in knots, he is hard pressed to remember his own name.

Will her lifetime wish finally be granted?



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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Sunday Snog #142: Necessary Madness (M/M)

I realized that I haven't posted a M/M snog in a long time. So today I have an excerpt from my M/M paranormal novel, Necessary Madness. In case you've forgotten what this one's about, here is the blurb:

Both power and love can lead to madness.

Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating.

Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that appears to be mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of  the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that  once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.

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Oh, and if you've got a minute, check out the video trailer. It is, quite frankly, pretty
amazing.

http://youtu.be/4fVZjWpvJEo

When you've finished with my snog, head back to Victoria's place for more sexy Sunday kisses.





Kyle! I’m back.” Rob pushed the apartment door open with such force that the knob slammed into the wall. It made an ugly dent in the plaster, but he didn’t have time to think about that now. “Kyle! Sorry I’m so late. There was another bank job, Washington Federal, and they needed me to take people’s statements. Kyle?” He scanned the empty living room, fighting down panic. What if the boy had gone crazy again? His bedroom door was open; he could see that the room was empty. The door to the guest room was mostly closed.

Kyle?” Rob flung the door wide and sighed with relief. Kyle lay on his stomach across the bedspread, wearing nothing but his briefs. The taut globes of the boy’s ass shaped the stretchy fabric. The sight made Rob’s balls ache. Kyle rolled over lazily, giving Rob an eyeful of the half-tumescent cock bulging inside his BVDs.

Ah! Rob! Sorry, I fell asleep.”

No, that’s okay. I was just worried.” Rob perched on the edge of the bed by Kyle’s side. The boy’s eyes were heavy-lidded. His mouth curled into a lascivious smile.

You missed me, then?” Kyle ran one finger along the seam of Rob’s uniform trousers, sampling the hardness underneath.

Damn it, you know I did.” Rob straddled the younger man’s prone form, grabbed his wrists, and claimed his mouth in a kiss that left both of them gasping. Still pinning Kyle to the bed, Rob nuzzled his way down the side of Kyle’s neck, then licked a slow, wet path to the boy’s nipples. “All I could think about, all day, was you,” he growled, catching one of the rosy nubs between his teeth and wringing a moan from Kyle’s lips. “I couldn’t get up from my desk because I had a constant hard-on.” He flicked at the other nipple, then swirled his tongue inside Kyle’s navel. Kyle bucked his hips, rubbing himself against the bulge in Rob’s pants. “You tease!” Rob hooked the elastic waistband and pulled Kyle’s underwear down until it caught under his balls. Kyle’s rigid cock shot up like an arrow. Rob painted the rosy bulb with hot saliva, then spiralled round the shaft.

First, I’m going to suck your impudent young cock until you’re right on the edge. Then I’m going to flip you over and ram my dick into your ass, as deep as it will go.”

Please, Rob—wait…” Kyle struggled futilely against Rob’s strength.

What is it? You don’t like my plan?” Rob sat back on his heels, loosening his grip on Kyle’s wrists. “You’d rather suck me instead?”

Kyle grinned. “Either way sounds good. But we have an appointment. It’s important.”

More important that fucking?”

Maybe. I found her. The woman who was helping Mary. Her name is Elspeth Holmes and she lives in Petersham. We’re supposed to visit her this afternoon.”

What time?”

She said to come before sundown. That it might not be safe after dark.”

What the hell?”

Kyle shrugged. “I didn’t know what to say. But I read Mary’s journal, about how Elspeth taught her to subdue the voices in her mind and to concentrate her talent on one person at a time. I really think that she might be able to help me, too.”

Rob sighed. Tackling Kyle’s affliction was, in fact, more important than satisfying their mutual lust. He checked his watch. “Okay, it’s three fifteen now. The sun sets around five these days, and it takes about an hour to get to Petersham. That might be too rushed for a decent fuck. But,” he added, peeling off his trousers, “I think we can manage a quick blow job.” 
 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Punishment versus Funishment

By Lynda Bailey (Guest Blogger)

I want to say a super big THANK YOU to Lisabet for hosting me! Leave a comment for the chance to win a copy of my newest release, Shattered Trust.

So what is funishment? It’s a term I learned when doing research into the BDSM lifestyle for Shattered Trust. Kim, a practicing bottom in the local leather community, was kind enough to offer me assistance to ensure I got the facts right about BDSM, given that I’m vanilla through and through… J

Case in point, I had one scene where my hero, Liam, penalized Kate (heroine) because she scoffed at his compliment. Kim pointed out that any Dom/Top worth their flogger wouldn’t set their sub/bottom up to fail like that. She suggested I turn the punishment into funishment. Below is the revised scene – please note, this is NOT a PG rated scene…

Excerpt:

“You have a splendid body, kitten.”

Kate blew out a sharp snort of air.

Liam stood in front of her, hands on his hips, frowning. “What’s the proper response when someone compliments you?”

“Um…thank you…Liam.”

“Correct. Now, say I’m beautiful.”

Her eyes widened. “Why?”

“Because I told you to. Now say it.”

Her tongue traced her parted lips. “I’m…uh…beautiful?”

“Are you telling me or asking me?”

Her shoulders stiffened. “I’m beautiful.”

“Yes, you are. And I think you deserve a reward.”

He landed a cupped, upward smack on her right ass cheek. She shrieked, but didn’t jerk away. He caressed where he’d spanked her. “Did you like that?”

She inhaled an unsteady breath. “Y…yes,” she stammered softly.

“Say I’m beautiful again and I’ll give you another reward.”

“I’m beautiful.”

He swatted her left cheek. “Again,” he growled.

“I’m beautiful.”

He spanked just below the first strike on her right. A low moan escaped her lips. He positioned her so her arms were braced on the couch, her reddening ass in the air.

He paused to stroke her skin.

“I’m beautiful.”

The words were hardly above a whisper, but he heard them and his dick swelled. He continued to reward her each time she uttered the words. Her voice became throatier and huskier with each spank. Her head dropped down as her hips swayed, seeming to seek out his hand. Her nails sank into the cushions.

He lost count of the paddles, but when his palm grew numb, he moved to the side, and angled her face to his.

Her eyes were glazed over, her complexion flushed. Moisture stained her cheeks. A spasm coursed through her. Then another. He recognized those signs and knew they were done for the night.

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Originally, I envisioned the spanking to be a criticism—a scolding—for Kate because she dismissed Liam’s praise. She still enjoyed it, but the motivation for him disciplining her was all wrong. I believe the improved version is truer description of what happens between a Dom/Top and their sub/bottom. What’s your opinion? Remember to leave a comment for the chance to win a copy of Shattered Trust. Thanks again to Lisabet for letting me hang out today!

Blurb
 
Learning to love is the easy part…

As a young woman, Kate Landry trusted the wrong man, and she paid dearly for her naiveté. Alone, pregnant and destitute, she survived by the sheer force of her will. Now forty-two, Kate has made a good living for herself and her daughter as the owner of the Bluebird Saloon. But she’s forgotten how to live. That is until he comes into her bar…

Liam St. James loved a girl once. And only once. After an accident paralyzed her, she didn’t trust he would continue to love her. Brokenhearted, Liam left and soon discovered a world where women did trust him—to be their sexual Dominant. He plays out the scenes masterfully, but the unexpected request from the stoic bar owner will pose his greatest challenge yet…

Kate and Liam embark on a journey to uncover repressed urges and, in the process, they discover new desires. They also fall in love with one another. But when you’ve been shattered as badly as they have by mistrust, deceit and abuse, loving is easy. Trusting is harder, if not impossible, especially when the heart is involved…


About Lynda:

I’ve always loved stories, especially romances. For me the only thing better
than reading a romance is writing one. That and drinking red wine while eating dark chocolate.

My romances are full of passion, with heat levels that range from hot to sizzling! I’m proud to have been a 2010 finalist in the prestigious Golden Heart®. Please join me for laughter and love, and where the good guys always win in the end.

I live in Reno with her husband of thirty+ years and our two pampered pooches.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

A Real Character

By Jana Richards (Guest Blogger)

In a recent interview promoting his new movie, a romantic comedy called “The F Word” (*See below), Daniel Radcliffe of Harry Potter fame was asked if he thought the rom-com genre was dead or dying. He responded with this:

Like everything now, there’s a lot of crap out there…And it’s always the same problem: People forget about characters. People forget that whatever you do or say in a script doesn’t matter if people don’t care about the character involved…without creating characters that people care about, they’re not going to be interested and it doesn’t count for anything.”

I couldn’t agree more, Daniel.

Coming up with characters readers will care about is one of the most fun, and challenging, things about writing. I want to create characters who engage with readers, who leap off the page make readers love them.

So how do I do that?

I’ve learned a lot about character building by reading other author’s books. I loved Lisa Kleypas’ strong heroines in her Travis family series. Ella Varner in Smooth Talking Stranger drops everything to look after her sister’s new born son, even though she knows nothing about babies, and is sure she doesn’t want children of her own. At first she’s just trying to find her nephew’s father and make him do the right thing, but she gradually falls in love with the two men who have wormed their way into her life, her nephew Luke and Jack Travis. I loved seeing Ella overcome a hellish childhood and grow into the woman she never thought she could be. I cheered for her all the way.

Another author whose characters I love is Mary Balogh. In Slightly Dangerous, everyone believes Wulfric Bedwyn, the Duke of Bewcastle is haughty and cold-hearted, a man with ice in his veins and around his heart. But in the skillful hands of Ms. Balogh, we discover a man who uses disdain to keep people at arm’s length to protect himself from being hurt. After being rejected as a young man by the woman he thought he was in love with, Wulfric believes love isn’t for him. But when Christine Derrick crashes into his life, she challenges everything he previously believed a well-brought up lady should be. Christine was not what he thought he wanted in a duchess but everything he needed. I loved seeing Wulfric loosen up and fall in love, and despite his extreme reserve, I loved him because I understood where that reserve came from.

Before I write a paragraph of a new book, I do a lot of character analysis. I fill out character sketches to try to figure out who these people are. Along with the physical descriptions, I devise a backstory for each character. I ask questions about their parents and siblings, about the kind of relationships they’ve had with the opposite sex, and about their greatest fears, and greatest desires. From these questions, characters begin to emerge. But I always find that my characters don’t take full shape until I start actually writing their story.

Novels are built around struggle between characters. To get that conflict humming from the very beginning of the book, I like to create characters with a built-in clash between them. For instance, in my contemporary romance A Long Way From Eden, I matched Zane Martin, a man who grew up not knowing who his father was, with Meg Evans, a woman who was forced into an abusive marriage by an unplanned teenage pregnancy. So when his daughter becomes pregnant with Meg’s son’s baby, Zane insists the two young people marry. But Meg will have none of it. She doesn’t want either of their children forced into a unwanted, loveless marriage. They are in opposition from the opening of the book, but as they learn where the other is coming from, understanding gradually turns to love. My hope is that Meg and Zane are characters that readers can really care about and root for.

Characters make a novel sing. Without strong and interesting characters, a novel will simply fall flat on its face. Like Daniel Radcliffe said, it all counts for nothing if readers don’t care what happens to its characters. So I’ll keep working hard to make my characters as interesting, funny, and complex as I can make them.

What makes a character likable for you? Who are your favorite literary characters?

*Incidentally, this movie is titled “What If” in the United States. Apparently the Motion Picture Association of America didn’t like the original title because of the possible double meaning (in this movie the F stands for friend). However, since the film was titled “The F Word” when it premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in 2013, that title was retained for Canadian audiences. And we’re okay with that!

A Long Way from Eden by Jana Richards

Zane Martin's teenage daughter is pregnant. Meg Evan's son is the baby's father. Because Zane grew up not knowing who his father was, he'll be damned if he'll let his grandchild live with that shame. Meg was forced into an abusive marriage because of an unplanned pregnancy, so she knows that love is the only good reason to marry. Neither Meg nor Zane expects or welcomes the attraction that sparks between them. As they await the impending birth of their grandchild, old wounds open and long hidden family secrets come to light. The young couple build a newer, stronger relationship, while Meg and Zane reach for a love passionate enough to overcome the past--if they're strong enough to trust it...and each other.

Excerpt

I’m sorry.”

It was the last thing she'd expected him to say. Her head jerked up in surprise. 

"What for?"

He took a couple of steps toward her, stopping just short of touching her. "For pushing myself on you and scaring you. I behaved badly and I'm sorry."

He meant it. Meg was touched that he would take responsibility for what she'd done, but she couldn't let him think it was his fault. "No, Zane. You didn't do anything wrong. It was my fault and I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have gone out to dinner with you."

"Meg--"

She put up her hand to stop him when he would have touched her. "You didn't push yourself on me. I wanted you to kiss me. But then when things got too intense, I couldn't handle it." She looked into his eyes, afraid she'd see pity or contempt, and was surprised when all she saw was concern.

"Don't blame yourself."

She shook her head. "I'm sorry Zane. I don't know if I could ever manage another relationship." She swallowed hard, determined to tell him the truth. "It's not fair to let you go on thinking there could ever be anything between us."
His expression registered a flash of sadness before he carefully wiped all traces of emotion from his face. Meg hated that she caused him pain.

"I see," he said. "Is that what you really want, for me to walk away and leave you alone?"

He watched her intently, like he did the night he took her to dinner. She couldn't look away from his gaze. The look in his eyes challenged her to tell the truth. She fought against it, forcing herself to look away.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I don't believe you. If you can look me in the eye right now and tell me you really want me to leave, I won't bother you again." He briefly touched her face with the tip of his finger. "You'll never have to talk to me, or play piano for me or dance with me ever again. Is that what you really want?"

She tried to say it was, tried to make the words come out, but they refused. "No, that's not what I really want," she whispered.

Zane stepped closer, placing one hand on her shoulder while the other stroked her hair. "What do you really want, Meg?" he whispered, his voice a caress.

"I'm afraid to want anything," she said truthfully, her gaze locked with his. Her body trembled under his touch. "At least that way I can't be hurt."

"Who hurt you, Meg?"

She shook her head, and to her embarrassment felt tears pooling in her eyes. Why did he have to make her feel so much?

"Please, don't push me on this."

Something changed in his face, and he dropped his hands. He averted his gaze for a moment and when he turned back to her, she saw the determination there.
"I don't scare easily, Meg. When you're ready to tell me your secrets, I'll be here."

He turned and went back into the restaurant, leaving her staring at the closed door, her hands shaking. A part of her wanted to trust him, to believe that he would understand what she'd done. She was tired of the lies and secrets. But the part of her that had spent the last seventeen years in hiding recoiled at the idea of trusting another man, even Zane.

About Jana

When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.

In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com





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Monday, September 15, 2014

Learn the Secrets of a Sex Goddess


Want to know how to be irresistible to men?

Read my article in Female First magazine: "Memoirs of a Sex Goddess".

http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/

Even though I'm an author of fiction, I swear every word is true!

And I hope you're still following my blog tour for The Ingredients of Bliss. I have been updating the links on my main tour page as the posts go live. (And by the way, I have a giveaway going on on this page. Just leave a comment and you could win a free copy of the prequel to the new release!)

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2014/09/ingredients-of-bliss-blog-tour.html

Our big Facebook party to wrap things up happens on Wednesday the 17th. It will be held at the Totally Bound Facebook page.

https://www.facebook.com/TotalEBound/

Hope to see you there!

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Sunday Snog #141: For Sommer


Today's Sunday Snog is special. We're combining forces today to support our fellow erotic author Sommer Marsden, both morally (yes, we smut-mongers care about morality) and financially. Sommer, who writes deliciously seductive fiction, much of it featuring power exchange, is going through a rough time as her husband battles pancreatic cancer. The ever-vibrant Victoria Blisse has organized today's campaign, encouraging everyone to share some erotic excerpts and to raise some cash to help Sommer and her family.

Each author (fifty three of us, last time I went to count!) is doing things a bit differently. Here's my deal.

I've got a sexy kiss (BDSM, of course) from my short story "Body Electric" for you below. Read the excerpt and leave me a comment with your email address. I will enter you to win a copy of my BDSM erotic romance, The Understudy

Meanwhile, I will throw $1 into the pot of donations for each comment I receive.

And if you'd like to donate on your own, just go to http://smutforgood.co.uk. It's easy as pie, and any amount is welcome.

Here's the excerpt. Enjoy! And thanks for visiting.

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My room was dim, lit only by the lamp on my bureau. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the floor, at a loss, while Ryan reconnoitered. My clit was still tingling from his brief exploration. My juices dribbled lazily down the insides of my thighs.

"I think I see how to manage this. Lie down here."

He rummaged in his case while I arranged myself on the bed. He held up a thick coil of cotton clothesline. A stab of fear distracted me from my arousal. Fantasizing about bondage was fine, but could I really allow him to do this?

"I am going to tie you to the bed, Colette, unless you tell me to stop. You don't have to be afraid. I've done this many times before."

Jealousy flared up, replacing the fear. Who else had he used the way he was using me?

"So, I'm just another conquest for you?" Ryan looked surprised at my outburst. He sat down beside me on the bed and took my hand.

"No, of course not. You know better than that. You know that you're special."

"I'm sure that you tell every one of your women that."

"But it's true. I knew it the moment I saw you. You have a precious gift, a sexual intensity that you can't hide, though you try. A craving for the extremes of sensation. Overwhelming curiosity and insatiable appetite. The rare ability to surrender completely to pleasure."

His touch was making me weak, but I still tried to resist.

"In the stories, the doms always say that. They know how to push the right buttons. They seduce their victims into thinking that there's something magical and deep about their interaction. When after all, it's just sex -- kinky, perverted, but in the final analysis, just sex."

"Just sex?" Ryan leaped onto the bed, straddling my body, pinning my wrists to the sheets with his huge hands. Then he kissed me with a ferocity that literally took my breath away. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and tangled with mine. He gnawed at my lips, mashing them against my teeth. I tasted blood.

I struggled against him for a moment, then relaxed and let his mouth ravage me. With that release came pleasure so acute that it washed away all thought. I was floating in a sea of pleasure: the tingling in my nipples where his shirt rubbed against them; the sparks flashing across my belly from the pressure of his hidden cock; the exquisite contractions rippling through the depths of my cunt.

I writhed against him, unable to control myself, not caring what he thought or what he did. I opened myself to the pleasure and let it take me away.

"'And if the body does not do as much as the Soul? And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?'"

Ryan had relinquished my mouth and was peering down at me. His long black hair half-obscured his blazing eyes.

I gasped for breath. "Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass." The pleasure had subsided somewhat, but I knew that it lay waiting for me to claim it again.

"Yes. 'Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, the atmosphere and the clouds, and what was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed.' That's what he was talking about, you know. Sex. 'Just' sex."

I nodded. I knew.

"Let me bind you, Colette."

I nodded again.


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