Monday, April 27, 2015

Sneak Peek: Pool Man by Sabrina York

[How can you resist him? ~ Lisabet]


A fun, flirty romantic romp…with a twist!

Paige Barber needs a vacation. She can’t resist her best friend’s offer of a remote vacation home on a private Caribbean island. Jimmy, the sexy pool boy, is part and parcel with the offer. But recently dumped Paige has no intention of taking advantage of that amenity…until she sets eyes on Jimmy. He’s not a boy at all, but the sexiest man Paige has ever met.

And he can cook. Oh, man, can he cook!
She thinks it will be easy returning to the real world after an utterly wanton and sensuous week in the arms of a hot, hard, perfect man. 


But it’s not. It’s not easy at all.



Read an Excerpt:

The house was quiet and shadowed as I padded back to the pool. I didn’t see any sign of Jimmy, which was just as well. My dreams had been filled with him; he’d haunted every crevice of my sleep. I felt like I’d been steeped in him, reliving every touch, every glance, every fantasy.

Those dreams clung to my consciousness, as dreams sometimes do, stoking a hunger I hadn’t even realized I had.

I’d been kind of joking when I’d invited Jimmy to my room, but in truth, it hadn’t been a joke at all. I wanted him. Really wanted him. Needed him, maybe.

Needed the oblivion a wild, steamy, pointless affair could provide.
My ego ached after Harlan’s betrayal, but it was more than that. It was more than assuaging a hit to my self-esteem.

I simply wanted Jimmy.

Wanted him in a way I’d never wanted a man before.

Maybe it was the isolation. Maybe it was the magnificent surroundings. Maybe it was simply the fact that he was hotter than hot. Certainly hotter than Harlan with his bad-boy-biker persona, his bull ring. His tattoos. Nothing about him had been real in the end. Nothing about us had been either.

The tiny lights strung around Marlee’s patio glowed as they bobbed in the breeze. The waters of the hot tub steamed a warm welcome, bathed in a surreal blue that shone like a beacon in the gathering night.

I tossed my towel on a lounge chair and stepped in. And hissed.

Warmth lapped at me. I sank, allowing the water to consume me slowly. My skin shivered as I eased deeper, all the way to my neck. I turned around and leaned against one of the benches formed in the tile and closed my eyes.

Heaven.

I owed Marlee. And I owed her big time.

This place was, indeed, heaven on earth. And Jimmy… Well, the jury was still out on that one. Marlee had been frank. Paige, she’d said. You need to get laid. And trust me, if anyone can help you forget about that douchebag Harlan Rivers, its my Jimmy.I tried not to let it bug me that she’d put it that way. My Jimmy. Not that I had any ownership of him. Not that I wanted it.

I just wasn’t used to sharing men with my best friend.

Remembering the ripple of his pec beneath my palm, I nibbled my lip.

I could probably get over it…

May I join you?”

I opened my eyes at the deep voice, at the question tinged with a throb.

My heart stuttered. My breath caught.

Gawd.

Jimmy. Standing there next to the hot tub, wearing nothing but a tight black Speedo. Everything I had imagined under his casual clothes, everything I had hoped for, was there. Thick muscles roping his chest and forearms, thighs like tree trunks, a flat, taut belly, sculpted abs and a tantalizing dark line arrowing toward a magnificent bulge.

I nearly swallowed my tongue.

May I?”

Oh lord, I’d been ogling. “Yes. Please. Come on in. The water’s fine.”

Yeah, lame. Cliché. But there you go. It was the best I could come up with. My brain, apparently, was on vacation as well.

The water rose as he eased in. His groan echoed off the shadows. He’d taken off his glasses so I had an unfettered view of his face. When his eyes closed, in that moment of bliss as the water enveloped him, when his lips parted…I thought, perhaps, that was what his O-face would look like.

One could hope.

Many men were like monkeys when their crisis descended. Which was why I rarely looked. I was possessed of the sharp, sudden urge to see Jimmy in ecstasy. To watch him come.

Okay, not so sudden. But definitely sharp.

Though he sat across from me, the hot tub wasn’t too big, and his foot nudged mine. I didn’t jerk away, though my first inclination was to do just that. I reminded myself that any advance had to come from him. Jimmy was Marlee’s pool boy, not a sex slave. And if he wasn’t interested—I ignored the dark dip of my mood at the thought—that would be that.

So when his foot grazed mine, I steeled my spine and left it there. Next to his.

Our gazes tangled. His toe slipped up my ankle, a tentative foray. A fluttery thrill, an unexpected shower of arousal, trickled through me.

I stroked back.

His focus on me intensified, though it flicked, for a fraction of an instant, to my breasts. They bobbed in the water, as breasts often did, buoyed and jubilant to be released from the bondage of gravity. He licked his lips. My nipples pebbled as I imagined his mouth on them.

His eyes narrowed then raked their way back to my face. “How-how did you sleep?”

Was it my imagination or was he struggling for words? As though casual talk had no place between us, but he needed the lubricant.

The thought of lubricant, and what we could do with it, flashed through my brain. Fizzled there, incinerating all other preoccupations.

I slept well.”

Good.” A rough growl. “The room was to your liking?”

Yes.”

The bed…comfortable?”

The word bed made me shudder. Maybe it was just the way he said it, infusing it with meaning, intent.

Or maybe it was simply the fact that he’d slipped nearer.

The breeze shifted and brought his scent to me on wispy tendrils. That intoxicating bite of his cologne made my head spin.

Are you…hungry?” His voice rumbled, thrummed with double entendre.

Not for food.” A whisper. I barely choked it out. Because he’d come close, and closer still. “But first… Rules.”

His brow wrinkled. “Rules?”

I nodded primly. Best to just get this out. I held up a finger. “One. Always use protection.”

P-protection?” He stared at me like a deer in the headlights. Seriously? Had he not known it was going this way? Had he not suspected?

Or was he shy?

I kind of liked that. I kind of liked the fantasy that he didn’t screw Marlee and every one of the friends she sent to him.

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay. Protection.” He swallowed. “Any other rules?”

Just one.” It had to be said. “No talking about Marlee.”

His features froze. His lips opened and closed. “No, ah, talking about Marlee?”

Exactly.” I pushed off, floated into his arms. He caught me. His hands skated over my wet skin reverently, sending ripples in his wake. “I don’t want anything between us, Jimmy. Not anything at all.”

Oh God.” He yanked me close. It was a shock, the feel of him so hard and rough against my body, but a delightful one.

Nothing between us,” I whispered.

Nothing.”

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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Sunday Snog #171: Exposure


So, nobody figured out what book last week’s Sunday Snog came from. The answer is Exposure, my erotic noir thriller featuring feisty Greek-American stripper Stella Xanathakeos. Given the fact that my readers don’t seem to know about this book, I thought I’d feature it for this week’s kiss.

After you’re done here, head back to Blisse Kiss central and sample some of the other luscious kisses on offer today!

Blurb

Sex, blood and betrayal: it's all in a day's work.

Stella is just minding her own business and having a bit of fun, working as an exotic dancer at the Peacock Lounge. Through no fault of her own, she witnesses a double murder and gets pulled into a shady dance of deceit with political bigwigs, mob bosses, dirty cops and scheming widows. Now she's everyone's target; her only chance is to sift through the lies and expose the truth.




The birds wake me at dawn. I’m surprised how alert I feel. Jimmy lies on the pillow next to me, dead to the world. Relaxed in sleep, his face looks even more boyish than usual. I remember him in high school, the skinny kid who was friendly but so shy he could barely talk to me. I never realized that he was secretly lusting after me, imagining incredibly lewd things.

Of course, his boyhood fantasies might be after the fact. Did we even know about oral sex, back in high school? Probably not. Back then, the guys didn’t do much but grope and poke. Still, it’s kind of flattering that Jimmy’s been using images of me to jack off to all these years. It’s strange to realize that if it hadn’t been for Tony’s murder, I might never have known.

I lean over and brush my lips against Jimmy’s. His mouth curves into a smile before he even opens his eyes.

Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Ah...” Before he can reply, I kiss him, a deep, wet kiss that I hope conveys my affection and my gratitude. He tastes good to me, even first thing in the morning. He grabs me and pulls me to him. His hands begin to wander over my bare butt cheeks. His tongue dances in my mouth. He’s still fully dressed, but I can feel the iron bar of his erection, pressed against my belly. My sex immediately melts; my juices make damp spots on his trousers as I grind my crotch against him.

Mmm...I was going to make you some breakfast, but it seems as though you want an appetizer first.”

Stella...Damn, what time is it?”

Relax, it’s barely seven. Plenty of time to fool around a bit.”

I try to hold onto him, but he pulls away. “Damn, damn. Now I’m never going to catch the guy who threw that brick. The trail’s already cold. I should never have fallen asleep.”

You didn’t have much choice, Jimmy. We were both totally destroyed. Speaking of which, how’s your hand?” I peel off the bandage and check the damage. It’s a long, nasty cut, running across his palm from his ring finger almost to the base of his thumb. However, it’s closed now, and looks clean, a bit red along the edges but not puffy. “You should stop off in the emergency room. That might heal better with a few stitches.”

No time. I’ve got to get back to the station and see if we can find out anything about who did this.”

Let me make you something to eat. I cook a mean feta omelet...”

Sorry, Stella. I can’t.”

Well, at least take a shower. You can’t go back to work smelling like pussy!” I show him the wet areas on his wrinkled pants. “I can probably find some clothes of my dad’s that would fit you. There are extra toothbrushes in the medicine cabinet. And you’d better borrow my razor, too.”

I point him to the bathroom. “Go, make yourself presentable. I’ll brew up some coffee for you to take with you.”

Jimmy grins apologetically. “Thanks, Stella. I’m sorry. This isn’t at all what I had in mind for our first time sleeping together.”

Yeah, I know.”

Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” He gives me another kiss, more sweetness than passion. “When this is all over, let’s go away somewhere. Ever been to Atlantic City? I hear it’s a lot of fun.”

I hug him, thinking that I really would like to spend some serious time with him.

How about Greece?”

I’ve always imagined myself there alone, independent, exploring the landscapes of my dreams. Walking in the footsteps of my ancestors. But now I have a sense of how good it might be to have somebody special, somebody like Jimmy, there by my side.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Sneak Peek: The Gonzo Collection by Daddy X

Today I’m shining the spotlight on a pretty extraordinary book by a friend of mine, which just came out yesterday. As it happens, I edited this collection of erotica, because I think Daddy X has a unique voice that deserved to be heard.

A warning thoughhis work will not be to everyone’s tastes. It’s extremely raunchy and somewhat messy. But then, sex is, isn’t it? I find that his comic sense and open-mindedness balance all the graphic descriptions. For the most part, the stories in this book wouldn’t be considered romance, but almost all his characters have happy endings.

If you’re looking for something sexy and very different, consider picking up a copy of this book.


Blurb

“… the only people who really know (the Edge) are the ones who have gone over.”
Hunter S. Thompson, Gonzo journalist.

Take a ride with Daddy over the edge. You won’t forget the distinctively drawn (and extremely horny) characters you’ll meet between these pages.

An eighteen year old carnival hand nurses a crush for his gorgeous blond employer. A voyeur and his exhibitionist girlfriend find a window to peek through. A woman awaits her man while crouched naked on the floor, rear end pointed toward the door. An attempted rape is thwarted. A spy bites the dust. A man dates and mates with a fifty-foot woman.

Mood and a sense of atmosphere bring it all to life in these twenty one gems of erotic excess.

Excerpt (from “Sex Crimes”)

Fred shouldn’t have followed that young girl. Not up the stairs of the bus. It wasn’t even the line he should have taken home. He tried to look up her skirt. A short denim skirt. Wasn’t his blonde in the window enough of a gamble? Was she not going to be enough for Fred after all?

He couldn’t screw it up, not now, his latest offence just settled a month earlier in court. Because of his new temp job at the bank, the cops had let him go again, on probation, but if there would be another incident, he’d wind up in jail. A sex offender is not treated well in the joint. No, he shouldn’t have followed this one at all. But she looked so cute.

Shouldn’t one fantasy at a time be enough for Fred? He already had the horny lady in the window, even if she didn’t know he was hiding in the bushes. He had a lot to learn about women. Why did this young thing intrigue Fred so?

He shouldn’t have sat across from her either, but there they were, the last two empty seats on the bus, facing one another on opposite benches, the wide aisle between. He could almost sneak a peek under the stiff blue fabric when the standing passengers shuffled around. Her legs were bare, except for the short white socks and sneakers. Such smooth skin on the inside of the young girl’s thighs. A short halter top. Some few light freckles sprinkled between her breasts.

Fred stared out the window, trying to imagine his blonde, to distract himself. He sweated with nerves. Did the young girl wear underwear? Panties? There was certainly nothing at all under the skimpy halter. Thin blue veins visible, just beneath the translucent surface. Such tender skin along her ribs. So much younger than the woman he watched from the yard.

The girl swiveled her torso to look out the long window behind her. Fred could see inside her twisted top. Was that a nipple, or pink aureole? Lots of white skin. The perfect little ‘Q’ of her bellybutton. The young thing swept back her short black bangs with a flair. A flair meant for him, Fred hoped.

No, no. This couldn’t happen. He couldn’t possibly approach her, not so soon after the last complaint.

With the help of a public defender, Fred had claimed that he was just urinating. An emergency, a need impossible to ignore. How was Fred to know someone had been watching?

A young, female someone did see. The prosecutor had maintained that Fred had been exposing himself.

But this one seemed to be flirting with him, opening and closing her pale legs, bringing back intense images of the recent night’s escapades. A nervous smile pursed the girl’s lips. But you never know, do you? Not when your imagination is going wild. Fred has misconstrued things like that before. But this girl seemed so outgoing...

Even though he’d been a juvenile at the time, his first offence still remained on his permanent record. Sex crimes don’t go away. Fred had thought the same thing that time too, that time on his paper route. He’d thought the young girl wanted him. He knew he was mistaken when the mother called the cops. He’d thought the daughter had wanted to give him a tip, so he unzipped his fly and hauled it out.

Yes, Fred was always thinking things like that. It was just because he was lonely, he told himself. Women don’t really want a guy who shows her his dick before they even exchange names.

Be a real man, Fred. Such a sneak.

But this one seemed different. She made eye contact whenever he looked her way. Or so it seemed to Fred.

She smiled, a shifty, come-on smile, so obviously uncomfortable. Surely she wasn’t used to that kind of thing.

The girl’s limpid stare made Fred’s cock stand hard. Sore, confined like it was in the tight jeans. Maybe he could just get some little relief if he took it out. The bus was crowded. Nobody would notice, though. Not if he kept the newspaper on his lap.

Oh God, he shouldn’t be doing such a thing. Shouldn’t think that way. But she moved so, shifting her ass in place. Her skirt had ridden up in back. Fred imagined her rubbing her little bottom on the hard surface of the bench.

She grinned at him, a self-conscious, enticing affectation.

At least it seemed like she was teasing him. He wondered if her pussy was wet. Maybe itchy. Maybe an itch Fred could scratch? He dared not ask, even though this one looked of legal age. Was there a smear on the seat beneath her? He decided he’d investigate if she exited before he did. Perhaps he’d touch the yellow plastic where she sat. If he found it slippery, he’d probably sniff it too. He thought that this could be better than the blonde after all.

Fred watched his last transfer stop go by. He didn’t want the ride to end. His cock got longer, harder too. He stroked it under the pile of papers, hoping nobody could tell what he was doing. Except the girl, of course. It wouldn’t be so bad if she saw, now, would it? Maybe he was just what she was looking for. Maybe, just maybe, this was the one for Fred.

The crowd began thinning out. More people exited the bus than got aboard at each stop. What would Fred do if left by himself with this sweet thing? Would he do something untoward? Maybe he’d be her Prince Charming. Maybe he’d show it off. If they were left all alone.

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About the Author

Daddy X always wanted to be a dirty old man.

He survived the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, 90’s, and George W. Bush. He maintained an (almost) steady trajectory through Catholic school, a paper route, muskrat trapping, a steel mill, Bucks County, the Haight Ashbury, North Beach, the SF bar business, drug addiction, alcoholism, a stroke, hep C, cancer, a liver transplant, a year of chemo, a stickup at his art gallery while tied to a desk (not as cool as it sounds), a triple bypass, heart attack…and George W. Bush.

Now he’s old, and it’s time to get dirty.

He’s been with Momma X (greatest editor on earth) for fifty years, but she thinks his stuff is too skievy to deal with. They live in northern California with a ninety pound lop-eared hound (17” wingspan) and two cats. Daddy is also published in anthologies by Naughty Nights Press, House of Erotica and most recently in Cleis Press’ Best Bondage 2015.



Friday, April 24, 2015

The Eyes of Bast - Trivia Contest!

My shape shifter erotic romance The Eyes of Bast is now available, wherever you like to buy your ebooks! (Even at Barnes and Noble, which usually takes days longer than everyone else!)


Totally Bound has an exclusive interview with me, about the book:
https://www.totallybound.com/the-eyes-of-bast-exclusive

And they’re sponsoring a blog tour with great prizes, from Monday through Thursday next week.

But why should you have to wait?

To celebrate the release, I’m running an Eyes of Bast trivia contest. The prize is a $10 bookstore gift certificate (Amazon, ARE or Totally Bound). Sound good? Read on!

Below you’ll find six easy questions about The Eyes of Bast. Answers to all of them are available in the blurb, in the interview I link to above, or in the two ARE Cafe features whose links I posted yesterday.

Choose any three and put your answers in a comment below (with your email address, please!) I’ll draw a winner from among the people who give me three correct answers.

  • 1. Where is the story set? (In what city?)
  • 2. What color is Tom (the shifter) when he’s in his animal form?
  • 3. The heroine has a magical talisman that plays a role in the story. What is it?
  • 4. How did Tom get his shifting powers?
  • 5. What is the name of the villain?
  • 6. Where was Tom born?

I’ll draw the winner next Friday, after my blog tour is over.

Oh, and I almost forgot! Here’s where you can get your own copy of The Eyes of Bast!








Thursday, April 23, 2015

Coming Tomorrow - The Eyes of Bast!

Tomorrow is general release day for my paranormal erotic romance The Eyes of Bast. I'll be celebrating with you over the weekend (that means prizes, of course...!) Meanwhile, you might want to check out the interview I did with All Romance Ebooks about the book and its background:

http://www.arecafe.com/cafe-news/qa-with-lisabet-sarai/

You might also like to read my feature, "Intuition", also at ARE:

http://www.arecafe.com/cafe-news/lisabet-sarai-intuition/

Spend some time reading my blurb and excerpts. I'm thinking of doing a trivia contest!


Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Sneak Peek: Red Tide Rising by Allie Gail

[I have an amazing erotic horror tale to showcase today. Use the Rafflecopter widget at the end to enter Allie's giveaway! ~ Lisabet]



Blurb


What good is immortality when every moment is agony?

The vampire Ash has returned from his watery grave, proving that death is merely a minor inconvenience. Picking up where he left off? That might not be as easy. Because someone else is vying for Sami's attention - the last person he ever would have expected.

Fulfilling her desire for immortality seems the surest route to winning her favor. But for Sami, this gift will come at a terrible price. One simple lie of omission is all it takes to send her spiraling into a terminal state of madness. And as the last remnants of her sanity slip away, Ash can no longer deny that her maniacal behavior is putting them all at risk. His perfect angel has become a perfect liability.

But can he find it in his heart to destroy her?

Ages 18+. Contains strong language, explicit sex and elements of horror. This book is the final installment in the Immortal Touch trilogy.


Excerpt

Trust me?” he whispered.

I trust you.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she waited for the sharp prick of the needle, the one that would send her into her last slumber as a human.

Instead she felt herself being lifted into the air, and even before the back of her head slammed against the hard packed sand, even before the warm water of the tidepool surrounded her, she knew she’d been deceived yet again.

Ash was straddling her body, both hands wrapped around her neck in a grip of steel as he held her head just beneath the water’s surface. The briny sting of saltwater in her nostrils sent panic rushing through her, and she began to struggle like a wild animal, kicking while beating at his arms and tearing at his flesh with her fingernails. It did no good other than to exhaust all her strength. The hands around her throat were immovable. He would not be budged.

A primitive scream escaped her in a short trail of bubbles, accomplishing nothing at all but to deprive her of what little breath she had left. The sapphire eyes that were coldly fixed on her seemed to blur and waver as the rippling water obstructed her vision. She felt dizzy. Her pulse banged out a violent tempo of terror.

Air! Oh God, I need air…I can’t breathe…please, for God’s sake, let go…let go…

In a final desperate bid for oxygen she inhaled reflexively, and her starving lungs ached and burned as they sucked in the stagnant seawater that mercilessly suffocated her.

The frenzied thrashing grew weaker. Her fingers slowly released their clench on his wrists as her body became limp and still. The pale light from the full moon above her dimmed and faded away, and a sleepy blanket of darkness began to cover her with its peaceful comfort.

So this was what it was like to die.

It wasn’t so bad, really.

Blinking once, she relaxed and succumbed to the darkness.

The last sight her mortal eyes took in before the twilight of death clouded them was his broad Cheshire grin, hovering just above the water’s surface.



About Allie

Allie fell in love with books from the moment she was issued her very first Sally, Dick and Jane reader. Born and raised in Alabama, she now resides in the sunny panhandle of Florida with her own blue-eyed Prince Charming and two fat, obnoxious cats. When she’s not busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, she can usually be found watching B-movie horror (the cheesier, the better!), reading or playing online computer games while indulging her unhealthy Pepsi addiction.



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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Geography and Monopoly


As many of you may know, I’m an American expat, living in Southeast Asia. Yesterday my husband asked me to order a technical book. Since we were in a hurry to receive it, we obviously preferred getting the book in question in electronic form, as opposed to waiting for international shipping.

First I went to the publisher’s site, to see if by any chance they sold a PDF (our format of choice). All they had were links to Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iTunes. We don’t have either a Kindle or a Nook, but we do have Android tablets, so I figured I’d go to B&N (just to fight the A* monopoly) and order from there.

Logged in to B&N. Ordered the book. Paid (with a US credit card). Discovered that I couldn’t download the book until I’d “registered a Nook”. The links to download the app led me to the Android PlayStore. Knowing that you have to actually be connected via an Android device to download an app, I fired up my husband’s tablet and searched on the PlayStore for “Nook App”. The app didn’t show up, no matter what search criteria I used. Hmm. I tried going to the B&N site via the tablet and clicking on the download link. This time I got to the app page, where I found a message saying that distribution of the app was restricted to users in the United States.

(Web applications can tell where you are located based on the IP address used in your connection. There are ways to get around this, but they’re somewhat awkward.)

WTF? I already paid my money for a book, and now I can’t read it?! After a rather acerbic exchange via online chat with B&N customer service, I got an agreement to refund our money. I also registered my displeasure with their policy, which to my mind borders on fraud.

Okay. I resigned myself to buying from Amazon. First I’ll go download the Kindle app, I thought. Avoid the previous problem, right? I was pleased to see that the Kindle app was pre-loaded on the tablet. Great! I registered the app with Amazon. Then I went to the Amazon page on my desktop (mobile connections are FAR less secure than wired connections) to buy the book.

Guess what? The Kindle book is not for sale in my region! Only in the US! Or in the UK if I want to go to amazon.co.uk or in Germany via amazon.de, or amazon.au in Australia. And so on.

Argh!!

Why is this relevant to writers (other than giving me a chance to vent LOL)? Because this experience hammered home a disturbing fact. If your book is available only on B&N and/or Amazon, it’s literally inaccessible to readers outside of the US and a few other rich Western countries. This greatly restricts your distribution. There are 3 billion readers in China. Perhaps more relevant, there are 1.25 billion in India, a country where all the educated class speaks and reads English. (I just acquired a very enthusiastic Indian reader.) Then there’s Singapore (5 million) and Malaysia (80 million), both members of the Commonwealth and English-literate. And so on.

The lesson for me? Be sure your ebooks are available from alternative sources like Smashwords, All Romance Ebooks, Kobo, and so on, who do not restrict their distribution based on geography. Otherwise, you’re throwing away a huge potential market.

Postscript:  Several people have noted that it's possible to get around this by using a VPN (Virtual Private Network). However, this requires a certain level of technical expertise and/or money. Given how hard it is to get readers, do we authors really need this extra barrier? Someone else told me there's a button on Amazon to "change my region". I haven't checked this out yet, but let me just say - I didn't notice it.