Wednesday, July 2, 2025

More than one way to beat the blues ... #BookCovers #ThreeWayRomance #MFRWHooks

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For today’s MFRW Book Hooks hop, I have an excerpt from Wild About That Thing, one of the six polyamorous novellas in my boxed set Triad

This post was inspired by an email from artist James at GoOnWrite.com, who is responsible for many of my favorite covers. He is currently branching out into trailers and animated book covers. Just for the heck of it, he sent me a brief animation of the original Triad cover.

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I was pretty impressed... and I’ve been even more impressed by some of his other animations. If you’re interested in learning more, I encourage you to visit his web site referenced above, or to contact him directly at HumbleNations [at] Gmail.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my three-way hook.

Wild About That Thing Blurb

There’s more than one way to beat the blues

Ruby Jones has clear priorities. Her teenage son comes first, then her struggling blues club. Her love life ranks as a distant third, despite the efforts of Zeke Chambers to convince her otherwise. Zeke’s the lead singer in her house band, a devoted friend, and an occasional lover. He can drive her wild with desire, but can’t get her to make a commitment. Deserted by her cheating ex-husband, Ruby’s determined she’s going to make it on her own. She’s hot-blooded like her bluesman daddy, happy to satisfy her physical cravings, but she’s not about to let any man into her heart.

The stranger who takes the stage on open mike night upsets the delicate balance in Ruby’s world. From the moment Ruby sets eyes on him, Remy Saint-Michel inspires irresistible lust and inexplicable sympathy. Confused, guilty and worried about her prized independence, Ruby decides that the only way to deal with the two men is to push them both away. Zeke and Remy, however, have other ideas.

The Hook

Ruby sat at the bar for a moment, gazing at the stage. She could picture them up there, singing their hearts out. Remy and Zeke. Had she made a mistake, pushing them away? But she couldn’t handle them both. It was just too complicated. And how could she give one of them up? Would they still be part of her world if she had to give up the club? What would happen to them all?

Tears gathered in her eyes as she started up the stairs. She noticed in passing that the door to her office was ajar. She pushed it open and took a step inside.

Why didn’t you tell me?” Zeke sat at her desk. He waved a sheet of paper in her face. She recognized the fancy stationery. “Damn it, Ruby, I’m your friend. When you’re in trouble, I wanna know!” His normally fair complexion flushed beet red. His brows drew together in a furious scowl and his eyes were blue steel.

I—I didn’t want to bother you,” Ruby stammered. “It—um. Well, it’s my problem. I figured I’d deal with it.”

Your problems are my problems.” He rose to tower over her. “When are you going to understand?” For a moment she thought he was going to take her in his arms. She held her breath, watching the struggle on his face. Please, she begged silently. She desperately needed the comfort she knew he could provide.

But he turned away, sinking back into her chair, burying his face in his hands. After a moment, he looked up. His anger had fled. In its place she saw pain and resignation.

This isn’t working, Ruby. I think it’s time for me to get out of here. I can’t get through to you. Sure, you’ll give me your body—though lately not even that—but you won’t allow me into your heart. I’m heading back to Mississippi. New York’s just too cold for me.”

Zeke—no—please…” Ruby grabbed his arm. Life without Zeke… The idea was too bleak to consider. She’d tried not to depend on him, but now she couldn’t imagine what she’d do without him.

Don’t go! Please! I’m sorry I’m so prickly. It’s just that—after Otis… Well, I swore that I’d make it on my own, without any man to prop me up. After taking care of myself for so long, it’s hard for me to let go. But I love you, baby, honestly I do. And if you stay, I promise to show you.”

She pulled Zeke out of the chair and into her arms, holding on for dear life. At first he held back, but after a moment he returned the hug. His warm, masculine scent surrounded her, flooding her with carnal memories.

He nibbled her ear and palmed her breasts through her best silk blouse. “God, I’ve missed you, darlin’. I’ve rubbed myself raw, thinkin’ of you…”

Let’s go upstairs.” Ruby reached down to stroke him. “We’ve got the place to ourselves right now…”

As though to contradict her, someone rang the bell on the street level. “What the hell?”

Zeke rumbled, licking his way down her throat. “Just ignore it.”

Ah—um… It could be Isaiah. He’s supposed to be at a friend’s this afternoon but he might have forgotten his keys.” Reluctantly, Zeke released her so she could check the security camera.

Ruby gasped. The lean, leather-clad figure outside rang again.

What’s he doing here?” It was impossible to miss the suspicion in Zeke’s voice.

I don’t know.” She pressed the button to release the lock. Remy bounded up the stairs and burst into the office.

I’ve got to talk to you, Ruby!” He seized her hand. As usual, his touch made her burn. “There’s something you need to understand. I’m so sorry, I should have told you—” He stopped, sniffed, and sucked air into his lungs, as if inhaling her essence. “Oh, chere, I’ve missed you so these last few days…” Before she could protest, Remy engulfed her, his mouth cemented to hers in a kiss that left her weak and breathless.

Uh—hum.” Zeke’s voice shattered the lascivious trance induced by Remy’s presence. “So I was right after all.” He stood up, favoring them with a half-smile. “If you’ll just let me past, I’ll excuse myself so you two can be alone.”

Ruby released her hold on Remy so she could block Zeke’s path. “Wait! Zeke, please! I don’t want you to leave, baby. I love you.”

Remy whirled her around to face him. “What about me, chere? Should I go, then? I was under the impression that you wanted me, but perhaps I was wrong.” Fury blazed in his dark eyes, but Ruby saw that was only a mask. Underneath lurked an ocean of sorrow, threatening to drown him.

No, no—I do want you. Oh God, Remy! I think I love you, too.”

You can’t love both of us, darlin’. Be reasonable. You’ve got to choose.” Zeke shrugged. “He’s younger than I am, handsomer, a lot richer. Hell, he’s even a better musician. Take him. I’ll understand.”

Don’t be silly. You’re the one who’s loved and supported her, who’s helped her build her dream. I’m basically a stranger. Ruby, chere, I don’t know if I can live without you, but Zeke’s your true love. It’ll break my heart, but I’ll go. Choose him. It’s only right.”

Ruby looked from one of her lovers to the other, as each pleaded the other’s case. They were both so dear…

 

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Triad is exclusive on Amazon and free for KU subscribers. However, the individual books in the collection are all available wide. See my website for details and buy links: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html


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Monday, June 30, 2025

Last chance to snag a great Pride Month deal! #PrideMonth #99cents

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Today is the last day of June (i.e. Pride Month). That means it’s your last chance to snag a copy of my MM paranormal romance At the Margins of Madness for only 99 cents!

Blurb

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.

Reviews

Ms. Sarai’s writing is very strong. She brings her characters to life and helps us experience Kyle’s nearly complete aloneness. ... I really enjoyed this book—recommended! ~ Dee S. Knight, Romance Author (Amazon, Five Stars)

I did like the mix bag of good and evil that Ms. Sarai placed in front of Kyle and Rob. There was the power hunger ogre, the eager sidekick and of course the oracle (my phrase) who would be the one to guide Kyle through this most confusing and important time in his life. ~ Erotic Horizon (Goodreads)

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Get your copy of this intense, erotically-charged novel today, before the price rises to the usual $4.99!

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Sunday, June 29, 2025

Charity Sunday: Pushing Back – #LGBTQ #PrideMonth #CharitySunday

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Last June, at the end of Pride Month, I dedicated my Charity Sunday to GLBTQ Legal Advocates & Defenders (GLAD Law), an organization that provides information and support to LGBTQ individuals and which advocates for legal protections and equal rights. Despite enduring problems, it seemed last year that we were making some progress toward a society where gay, lesbian, bisexual and non-binary people were accepted, if not embraced.

 

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This year is a different story. People with non-conforming gender identities, especially transgender individuals, are under attack – legally and physically – by the current administration in the United States. Every day, it seems, we read about a new law or executive order curtailing the rights and freedoms of queer people It’s very scary. With the official narrative being anti-gay, homophobia is flourishing and violence against LGBTQ people has risen dramatically:

https://lapublicpress.org/2024/12/hate-crimes-transgender-lgbtq-los-angeles/

According to Human Rights Campaign, 20% of hate crimes are motivated by gender issues. https://www.hrc.org/press-releases/new-fbi-data-anti-lgbtq-hate-crimes-continue-to-spike-even-as-overall-crime-rate-declines

It’s easy to feel discouraged and scared. But organizations like GLAD are active in the community and in the courts, working for equality. In fact, non-traditional gender orientations are increasingly accepted by the majority of people. And many legal decisions have affirmed that queer individuals are in fact entitled to equal rights and protections.

So my Charity Sunday today is defiant. We will not give up. We will push back. We will stand up for the principle that every human should have the right to love whomever they choose.

And for every comment I receive on this post, I will donate three dollars, rather than my usual two, to GLAD.

For my excerpt, I’m sharing a bit from my dystopian MM romance The H-Gene. This near-future sci-fi novel portrays a horrific but (unfortunately) believable America where everyone suspected of being homosexual is imprisoned in isolated internment camps – if not murdered outright.

Blurb

Dylan Moore will do anything for freedom. Seven years ago, a gay plague spread to heterosexuals, killing millions and sparking brutal anti-gay riots. The Guardians rounded up men who tested positive for the homogene and imprisoned them in remote quarantine centers like desolate Camp Malheur. Since then, Dylan has hacked the camp's security systems and hoarded spare bits of electronics, seeking some way to escape. He has concluded the human guards are the only weakness in the facility's defenses.

Camp guard Rafe Cowell is H-negative. He figures the lust he feels watching prisoner 3218 masturbate on the surveillance cameras must be due to his loneliness and isolation. When he finally meets the young queer, he discovers that Dylan is brilliant, brave, sexy as hell — and claims to be in love with Rafe. Despite his qualms, Rafe finds he can't resist the other man's charm. By the time Dylan asks for his help in escaping, Rafe cares too much for Dylan to refuse.

Dylan's plan goes awry and Rafe comes to his rescue. Soon they're both fugitives, fleeing from militant survivalists, murderous androids, homophobic ideologues and a powerful man who wants Dylan as his sexual toy. Hiding in the Plague-ravaged city of Sanfran, Dylan and Rafe learn there's far more than their own safety at stake. Can they help prevent the deaths of millions more people? And can Rafe trust the love of a man who deliberately seduced him in order to escape from quarantine?

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Excerpt

As they approached the corner of Market and Dolores, a wall of grey steel slats, nearly two stories high, rose in front of them. Red-lettered signs plastered the hoarding—“Contaminated Area. Extreme danger. Do not enter”—plus scowling skull and crossbones icons for those citizens who couldn’t read. The official notices were augmented by coarser, more casual notices—“Die fags!” and “Kill the queers”. Dylan was used to such sentiments, but Rafe’s body stiffened as they approached the barrier.

The fence ran left along the west side of Dolores as far as they could see. Meanwhile, it stretched for blocks along Market. It appeared at first to be impenetrable, but at Castro there was a closed gate, wide enough for a bulldozer. Dylan was surprised to find that the entry was bolted but not locked and that there no guards. He scanned the power poles and neighboring buildings. He didn’t see any cameras, though that meant little.

Market Street was momentarily empty of both people and vehicles. “This is our chance,” he told his companion in a loud whisper. “Now!” He slipped the bolt and cracked open the door.

Wait—maybe we shouldn’t… The Plague…” Rafe hung back as Dylan stepped partway inside.

Come on!” Dylan hooked Rafe’s upper arm and yanked him into the shadows on the other side of the door. Rafe stumbled on a heap of debris. Dylan steadied him. Nervous sweat beaded the black man’s brow.

Sympathy tightened Dylan’s chest. Poor Rafe. Despite his gang background, he wasn’t used to being hunted. Plus he still believed the Guardians’ propaganda. Dylan pulled off his mask, stuffing it into his back pocket, then moved to do the same with Rafe’s.

No!” The ex-guard backed away. “I’ll keep it on.”

Don’t be silly,” Dylan laughed, snatching the mask away and planting a kiss on Rafe’s mouth. He felt his lover relax a bit. “I’m sure we’re being watched in here. We need to show who we are, so they know they can trust us.” He pushed the hood back, exposing Rafe’s scowling face.

But the Plague…”

Artemis said it was safe, that the disease has died out. Don’t you believe her?”

Um—I’m not sure…”

Well, I do. She’s one smart lady. I think the Plague is the least of our worries.” He held out his hand to his hesitant partner. “It’ll be okay, Rafe. As long as we’re together, we’re okay.”

Rafe grunted in reply, but he allowed Dylan to lead him deeper into the exclusion zone.

The devastation was more extensive than anything they’d seen so far. The streets were pocked with grenade craters and lined with heaps of charred rubble that had once been buildings. In some places it was difficult to walk. They trudged uphill, dodging piles of debris, scanning for any signs of life. It was eerily silent. The babble from the vidscreens didn’t seem to penetrate here.

Dylan checked the map, then turned left on to a narrower street. Half-demolished wooden structures leaned at crazy angles around them. “This should be Church,” he told Rafe as they took a right. “And that should be Wilde Baths.”

He pointed to a three-storey, stucco building across the road. The roof had caved in on the left, but the right side of the edifice appeared to be intact. Splintered boards shuttered the windows. Weeds sprouted on the sills. Despite its dodgy appearance, however, Wilde Baths had a very solid-looking front door.

Dylan knocked—three long, two short, one long—the way Artemis had instructed. Sixty seconds went by. No one answered. The buzz of a helicopter sounded overhead. His heart slammed against his ribs. Could Artemis have betrayed them?

As though sensing his unease, Rafe put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Dylan took a deep breath and knocked again.

Hinges creaked and the door opened an inch or two. “Yeah?” The unseen man sounded annoyed, even angry.

We’re friends of Oscar,” Dylan answered with the pass phrase. “Artemis sent us. We need to talk to Hammer.”

The gap widened another few inches. A slender man with a trim goatee glared at them. “Hammer’s not here now.”

Can we come in? Wait for him?” Rafe interjected. The engine noise grew louder. “It’s not safe for us out here.”

The man’s eyes flicked over them, weighing the risks. Finally he nodded. “Okay.” Stepping back, he let them enter, then bolted the door behind them. “Here.” He handed each of them a folded, dingy-looking towel and a key, then pointed down a dimly lit corridor. “Locker room’s at the end of the hall. Baths are in the basement, massage on the second floor. I’ll come find you when he gets back.” Dylan didn’t expect the grin that twitched at the man’s thin mouth. “Have fun.”

Wait a minute…” Rafe tried to return the towel.

Dylan grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall. “Thanks,” he called back. “We really appreciate it.”

Rafe struggled to extricate his hand from Dylan’s grip. “Stop,” he hissed. “No way I’m getting naked in front of a bunch of queers.”

Oh, really? Do you want to go back outside, then? Well, go ahead.” Dylan was suddenly furious. How could he love such a damned homophobe? “Maybe that copter wasn’t looking for us after all. Anyway, you’re not queer. You don’t have to worry. You can explain it all. How you were tricked into helping some Plague-infected perv escape quarantine. It wasn’t your fault, was it? Sneaky little fag must have drugged you or something. You’re straight as Uncle Ike, right?”

For buy links: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/thehgenebook.html

Please leave a comment. Push back against prejudice and injustice.



Friday, June 27, 2025

Desires of Every Persuasion – #Genres #Branding #Desire

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Greetings. My name is Lisabet Sarai and I write—um—everything.

Well, that’s not strictly correct. Most of what I write concerns itself in some way or another with eroticism. My supportive but somewhat clueless brother keeps telling me I should write something “serious”, meaning, I guess, literary fiction or maybe a mystery or something. Something that doesn’t embarrass him. I suppose that I could do that, but to be honest, I don’t want to.

Desire is what interests me most, and that’s what I write about. Not sex per se. Many of my books and stories do include a fair amount of explicit sexual description. However, I’m far more concerned with the mental and emotional states of my characters in the period leading up to, as well as during (and after), any sexual encounters. I’m always pushing the envelope in this regard, experimenting with stories that are intensely erotic with little or no physical sex. In Bodies of Light, for instance, I have a threesome that involves no bodies at all! My short story “Stroke”, first published in the anthology Please, Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission, features a dominant who is half-paralyzed and bed-ridden, yet still manages to thrill his secretly submissive nurse. “Limbo”, in Bound and Breathless, recounts a BDSM scene played out in the astral plane by two lovers who have left their physical bodies behind.

Your mileage may vary, but for me personally, arousal begins in the mind. My tag line, “Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac”, describes my own sexuality as well as what I write.

So, I write erotica, erotic romance, speculative erotica, erotic thrillers, even erotic horror. Desire is the common message in all my work. Aside from that, my books are all over the map. I’ve written M/M erotic romance (At the Margins of Madness), science fiction (Bodies of Light, The H Gene), vampire and shifter erotic romance (Fangs, Fur and the Single Girl, Fin d'Espoir, The Eyes of Bast), steampunk (Rajasthani Moon and The Toymakers Guild Trilogy), lesbian erotic romance (The Witches of Gloucester), erotic thrillers (Bangkok Noir, Exposure), and tons of my first literary love, dominance and submission.

As a result, I don’t really have a “brand”. I write what challenges me and what turns me on. That’s a very long list.

If you go to the books page on my web site, you’ll see that I’ve had to provide a category-oriented search engine to showcase the many different sides of my imagination.

Back in 2013, I pushed my versatility to the limit when I published Rajasthani Moon. Above I referred to this book as steampunk, and it is. It is also a BDSM, ménage, shape shifter, Bollywood, Rubenesque spy story—as well as being a romance and one of the hottest things I’ve ever written. It even has a bit of F/F interaction. About the only thing missing is a homoerotic scene—and believe me, I was tempted.

I think it’s a hugely entertaining book, though it hasn’t sold that well. Readers find it a bit bewildering, I guess. However, possibly more than anything else I’ve published, it answers the question, “What do you write?” The answer: desires of every persuasion. 

 

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Rajasthani Moon Blurb

A bandit prince cursed into beast form under the full moon.

A brilliant but sadistic Rajah whose robotic sex toys mingle torture and delight.

A voluptuous spy on a mission from Her Majesty, tasked with discovering Rajasthan’s secrets.

She has never faced such a challenge.

When Rajasthan refuses to remit its taxes, the Queen calls on her most lethal and seductive secret agent, Cecily Harrowsmith. Cecily expects to have little difficulty persuading the rebellious Rajah to submit once more to the Empire. Instead, she is the one forced to submit – to endure unprecedented extremes of pleasure and pain.

Kidnapped by the ruler's half-brother Pratan and delivered into the hands of the handsome but depraved Rajah Amir, she soon finds herself fighting against her own lascivious nature as much as the schemes of her captors. Her sympathy for the moon-cursed wolf-man Pratan only complicates her situation. Cecily has never failed to complete an assignment, but now she risks betrayal by both her body and her heart. 

For excerpt and buy links: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/rajasthanimoonbook.html

 

Thursday, June 26, 2025

The novel I tried to write when I was ten – #WomensFiction #ContemporaryRomance #Giveaway

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By Patricia Leavy (Guest Blogger)

When I was ten years old, I tried to write a novel. I don’t remember all the details, but it was a love story about two people who help each other heal. I wasn’t able to finish it at the time, being that I was only ten. One night in late 2019, I stepped out onto the balcony of my home office and looked up at the stars. Like a bolt, Shooting Stars Above came to, as a complete book, which was different than my previous novels. I began by writing the last scene and then continued to write scenes, out of order, ultimately writing the first scene last. I wrote the entire first draft in only ten days, completely immersed in the story world. I barely slept, I didn’t respond to emails, and if anyone spoke to me, I’m sure I didn’t hear a word they said. It was magical. I believe Shooting Stars Above is the novel I tried to write at the age of ten. I think the seed lived inside of me my entire life. It took years of writing other books to develop the tools to actualize that bolt of inspiration. There’s a saying that “hurt people hurt people,” but sometimes that isn’t true. Sometimes people in pain are able to love others in extraordinary ways. That’s the core inspiration for the book. Really, it’s about the healing power of love and learning to balance darkness and light in our lives.

I fell so deeply in love with the characters and knew so much more about them than what was in the novel that I decided to write another book. Then another. And another. To date, there are six Celestial Bodies Romances following the love story of Tess and Jack and their chosen family. We’ll be releasing one each spring. Each novel takes place a year after the last. There’s a sneak-peak of the next novel at the end of Shooting Stars Above. Readers should know that each book is absolutely a stand-alone. There aren’t any cliffhangers. Each book has what I hope is a satisfying ending. As the larger body of work unfolded, I realized that it’s really an exploration of love. Each novel in the series explores love and something else: healing, doubt, intimacy, trust, commitment, and faith. It truly developed organically, like it was flowing out of me, and had been there all along. Like I said, it was magical.

Blurb

For fans of Colleen Hoover comes an emotionally charged contemporary romance about a internationally best-selling novelist and a federal agent fighting to heal past wounds.

Tess Lee is a world-famous novelist. Her inspirational books explore people’s innermost struggles and the human need to believe that there is light at the end of the tunnel—but despite her extraordinary success, she’s been unable to find personal happiness. Jack Miller is a federal agent working in counterterrorism. After spending decades immersed in a violent world, a residue remains. He’s dedicated everything to his job, leaving nothing for himself.

The night Tess and Jack meet, their connection is palpable. She examines the scars on his body and says, “I’ve never seen anyone whose outsides match my insides.” The two embark on an epic love story, but old traumas soon rise to the surface as Jack struggles with the death of a loved one and Tess is forced to confront her childhood abuse. Can unconditional love help heal their invisible wounds? Together, will they be able to move from darkness to light?

 

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Excerpt

Hello, Butterfly,” Omar said, kissing the top of her head.

These are for you,” Clay added, handing her a large bouquet of pink flowers.

They’re beautiful, thank you. This is Jack,” she said, touching his chest. “And this is Omar and his better half, Clay.”

Omar shot her the side-eye.

Nice to meet you,” they all said, shaking hands.

Let me take your jackets. Brunch is in the living room, please go sit,” Tess said.

Jack sat on the couch, and Omar and Clay took the chairs. “What can I get everyone to drink?” Tess asked.

Well, it’s brunch, Butterfly. There bloody well had better be cocktails,” Omar joked.

Of course. What would you like? A mimosa?”

Omar nodded.

Make it two, please,” Clay said.

When in Rome,” Jack added.

Tess went to retrieve the drinks while the men chatted.

Tess has told me a lot about you guys,” Jack said.

Likewise,” Omar replied. “In the twenty years I’ve known her, she’s hardly shown any interest in the many would-be suitors who have tried to catch her eye. Now I’m getting a dozen texts a day about you. I must say, I was dying to meet you.”

Jack blushed. “Tess is quite a woman.” He glanced over to the kitchen. “I’m still waiting to wake up from this dream, because she’s perfect.”

Oh, well I’d be happy to tell you about her many flaws. Let the nightmare begin,” Omar jested.

I heard that,” Tess called, carrying four champagne flutes on a tray, three with mimosas and one sparkling water, which she placed on the coffee table.

I’m impressed, Butterfly. If this writing thing doesn’t work out, maybe we can get you a job at a saloon.”

I do love a good peasant skirt,” she said, knuckling the top of his head and tussling his hair.

Now I’m going to have bad hair all day,” he complained.

Serves you right,” she said, plopping down beside Jack.

We were just getting ready to tell Jack about your flaws,” Omar said. “Where shall we begin?”

Clay, was I this terrible when I first met you?” Tess asked.

No, you weren’t. You were the epitome of grace and kindness,” Clay replied.

I’m just teasing,” Omar said, smiling at Tess. He turned his attention to Jack. “Truly, we’re so happy to meet you.”

Tess said that you two have been friends since college, but she didn’t mention how you met,” Jack replied.

Everyone, please take some food,” Tess interjected.

They all helped themselves to the artichoke and tomato frittata and green bean salad.

Tess and I met on our first day of college. It was orientation day, where they put you in groups and try to force you to bond. Then there was a cookout. At the end of the compulsory festivities, a bunch of kids decided to go hang out on the football field. Tess and I both ended up there. Someone was blasting music and most of the kids were smoking pot, but since that wasn’t our scene, Tess and I wandered off together and lay down at the other end of the field, looking at the stars. We didn’t even know each other, but we just started talking and something clicked. She told me that she was writing a novel and that I was the only person she had told. And I swear to you, she was barely eighteen years old, but I knew she was serious, that she was the real deal. I remember telling her the novel was going to be extraordinary.”

Tess leaned against Jack and he rubbed her arm.

Omar continued, “And then I revealed that I was gay and that she was the only person I had ever told. In my family and culture, it’s a crime. She said that life is so unfair and it’s especially hard with family because even when they disappoint us to the core, we still long for their love and approval. Then she said I was a beautiful person and deserved to live my life fully and authentically. So strange to think about it now, how much trust we had for each other in a matter of moments.” Omar watched Tess and Jack with a soft smile on his face. “Sometimes it happens quickly, I suppose. We just know who the good souls are.”

About the Author

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Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She was formerly Associate Professor of Sociology, Chairperson of Sociology & Criminology, and Founding Director of Gender Studies at Stonehill College. She has published more than fifty books; her work has been translated into many languages, and she has received more than one hundred book honors. Recently, her novel The Location Shoot was featured in Ms. Career Girl's “10 Perfect Books to Get Your Fall Reading List Started” and She Reads in “Novels to Read if You Love Classic Movies” and was the 2024 Best Book Awards First Place Winner in Women’s Fiction. Patricia has also received career awards from the New England Sociological Association, the American Creativity Association, the American Educational Research Association, the International Congress of Qualitative Inquiry, and the National Art Education Association. In 2018, she was honored by the National Women’s Hall of Fame and SUNY-New Paltz established the “Patricia Leavy Award for Art and Social Justice.” Patricia lives in Maine and serves on the board of the London Arts-Based Research Centre. In addition to writing, she enjoys movies, art, reading, and travel.

Website: https://patricialeavy.com/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Shooting-Stars-Above-Celestial-Romances-ebook/dp/B0CYJ76ZXK/ref=sr_1_1

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Wednesday, June 25, 2025

As if Matt had read his mind – #MMRomance #PrideMonth #MFRWHooks

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For this last Wednesday in Pride Month, I’ve got an exclusive excerpt from my MM erotic romance Playing to Score. Note that this 17K story is quite explicit, but it’s definitely romance, with a luscious happy ending as well as some lessons learned.

Enjoy!

Blurb

With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay.

Matt was supposed to be just a hot hook-up. Then he turned on the charm and brought out the bondage gear.

Jason Hofstadter comes to the Four States Annual Scrabble Tournament for two reasons: to play for the trophy and to get laid. Every year since his first, he’s managed to score with one of the other guys attending. He figures that he’s hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who's competing at the Four States for the first time.

Shy and seemingly innocent, Matt turns out to be full of surprises. First he jumps Jason in the rest room at Starbucks. Then he reveals that he's into BDSM and encourages Jason to top him. Finally, despite his lack of experience with tournament play, Matt ends up facing Jason across the board in the semi-final round. When Matt throws the game he should have won, Jason is forced to confront his own feelings: about winning, about casual sex, and about Matt.

The Hook

Matt’s succulent lips curved into a half-smile, just enough to reveal his dimples. Normally, Jason thought that eyeglasses looked dorky, but the old-fashioned tortoise shell frames suited Matt perfectly, enhancing his aura of youthful intelligence.

Was he really as smart as he looked? Jason wondered what kind of player he’d turn out to be. A chill ran through him. Was there any chance that Matt might beat him?

Jason pushed the thought away. Hell, this was the guy’s first tournament. He was in for a big shock, if he thought that casual club play in North Platte would prepare him for the Four States.

So, you said you’d give me some tips about how to handle the tournament.”

Jason started. It was almost as if Matt had read his mind.

The waiter brought their beverages. Jason sipped his ice tea, trying to compose himself.

Um—yeah, sure. What would you like to know?”

Matt tasted his wine, then licked his lips. Jason’s cock ached. “Well, I guess I’d like your advice on how to approach the games. How to prepare, mentally. I know how to play Scrabble. I’m pretty good. But I’ve never been under pressure like I’ll be tomorrow.” He reached across the table to give Jason’s hand a quick squeeze. “I’d really appreciate any suggestions you’d be willing to share with me.”

Jason relaxed. The guy was so sweet, really. He knew he was in unfamiliar territory.

I think the most important thing, Matt, is to stay focused. Don’t let your mind wander. Don’t let anything distract you from those all important tiles on your rack.”

Shouldn’t I pay attention to my opponent? Try to figure out his strategies, his next moves?”

Of course you need to be careful, tracking the letters, weighing the risks, and trying not to leave any hooks. But from my experience, the defensive aspects of Scrabble are far less critical than the offensive. You need to open your mind and let the ideas flow. All those words you’ve studied, all those definitions and cross patterns—they’re all there, somewhere in your brain. The hard part is coming up with them at the right moment. You can’t force it. You’ve got to concentrate and relax at the same time. Put yourself in the right mental space, and the ideas will come on their own. You’ll see what you need to do.”

Sounds almost like meditation. A state of altered consciousness.” Jason gave his companion a sharp look, but it appeared that Matt was completely serious.

I suppose. I wouldn’t know. I mean, I’ve never done anything like meditating.”

I think what you’re saying, Jason, is that you have to surrender to the game.”

Jason chuckled. “I’d never put it in such poetic terms, but maybe you’re right.”

Their orders arrived. With Matt across from him, Jason found the aroma of grilled beef almost orgasmic. They ate in silence for a few minutes. Between the delicious food, his handsome companion, and the sensual prospects of the night ahead, Jason felt absurdly happy.

What about the time limit?” Matt asked, laying down his cutlery and leaning forward. “How do you keep from obsessing as you watch the seconds tick away?”

Don’t watch. Don’t worry. Just focus on the letters. Time expands during a tournament game. Your twenty five minutes feels like hours.”

It sounds as though it all comes down to trusting yourself. Your own abilities.” Matt looked thoughtful.

That’s definitely a big part of it. You can’t afford even an instant of doubt. It blocks the flow of ideas.” Jason found Matt’s earnestness charming, but now that his hunger was sated, his lust reasserted itself in full force. He could hardly wait to get the boy to his room. “How are you doing? Want dessert or anything?”

No way. I don’t want to be too full.” Matt’s eyes twinkled behind the magnifying lenses. 

 

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Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Join us for Charity Saturday, 29 June 2025 #CharitySundaySignup #Altruism #Marketing

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Since 2017, I’ve been devoting the last Sunday in each month to a post which features some worthy cause. Often, other bloggers join me in this effort, turning the event into a blog hop. This month’s Charity Sunday blog hop will take place this coming Sunday, the 29th of June.

Charity Sunday is a meme designed to give authors and bloggers a chance to give back to the world, as well as to attract new readers.

How does it work? Each participant selects a favorite charity. Before
the date, you should prepare a blog post that: 1) talks about the charity and why you support it; 2) provides a link to the charity; 3) includes an excerpt from one of your books; 4) includes the code to show links to other participating blogs.

It’s fun if you can make the excerpt relate somehow to your chosen charity, but this isn’t required.

For every comment left on your post, you commit to giving some amount to the relevant charity. The specific charity and the amount to donate are up to you. You can set an upper limit to your donation if you want.

If you’d like to participate in the next Charity Sunday
on June 29th, sign up using the Linky List below. Please be sure that the link you enter will lead directly to your Charity Sunday post, not just to the home page of your blog.

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For an example post, check out this link from my last Charity Sunday:

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2025/05/charity-sunday-playing-for-good.html