Thursday, November 5, 2026

Meet The Cast of Characters in Sugar Sand Land – #ContemporaryRomance #Reality #Giveaway

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By Patricia Leavy (Guest Blogger)

Emerson Blue: Emerson Blue is 28 years old and the second most followed celebrity on social media. She rose to fame by starting a social media campaign with a close-up shot of her face and the caption, “Who is Emerson Blue?” The post went viral. Suddenly, her name and face were everywhere. She branded herself “a living piece of art,” starred in a reality show, and parlayed her fame into a career as an influencer. A master of social media, she inserts Easter eggs and double meanings into her posts and carefully constructs images for the media and public. Her fans consider her daily livestreams their religion. The world thinks she’s an open book, but Emerson has secrets.

Renn Walker: Renn is 48 years old and a Grammy winning country music star and Oscar winning actor. Years ago, he was canceled following allegations of sexual misconduct, and he has lived in seclusion ever since. Once a beloved figure, he seems to have lost it all and spends his time shuffling between his two Los Angeles mansions. He values his privacy and is completely tech and social media free—he doesn’t even own a computer. His favorite things are greasy Chinese food from little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, deli food, and playing guitar. The world thinks they know Renn, but looks can be deceiving.

Leo Schneider: Leo is Renn’s agent and close friend. Born in Queens, New York where he worked in his dad’s deli, Leo didn’t come from much and has built a successful career in Hollywood. He suffers from IBS and anxiety, is on his third marriage—to a beauty pageant winner—and his daughter is engaged to a jerk after his money. When the world turned their back on Renn, Leo stuck by his side.

Diba Khazem: Diba is Emerson’s bestie (he calls her Em. B) and former costar from her hit reality show. Born into wealth, he’s now living in the guesthouse on his parents’ Malibu estate and club hopping.

Blurb

For fans of Ashley Poston and Abby Jimenez, a contemporary romance—with a twist—about a media-savvy reality television star and a canceled country singer.

Twenty-eight-year-old beauty Emerson Blue is the second most followed celebrity on social media. A self-proclaimed “living piece of art” who rose to fame as a reality star and then parlayed her celebrity into a megabucks career as an influencer, she seems to have everything.

Forty-eight-year-old Grammy winner Renn Walker is a fallen country music star. Years ago, he was canceled following allegations of sexual misconduct, and he has lived in seclusion ever since. Once a beloved figure, he seems to have lost it all.

When Emerson and Renn meet, sparks fly. Against all odds, a star obsessed with popularity and a recluse shunned by the world fall in love. Everyone in the public and media has an opinion and thinks they know Emerson and Renn. But in a world dominated by social media—a world that blurs the lines between what’s public and private, what’s real and what’s illusion—do we ever really know anyone?

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Excerpt

They smiled at each other, but the moment was broken when several people eagerly approached the pair. A lanky woman with a brown bob and red lips, sporting a black turtleneck and cigarette pants, greeted Emerson with air kisses. “Darling, you look chic as always. I promised everyone it would be a star-studded opening. Thank you for helping me keep my word.”

Emerson smiled politely. “Glad to do my part, Miranda. You have one of the best spaces in Tinseltown, and the best eye. I’d like you to meet my friend Renn Walker. Renn, Miranda owns this wonderful gallery.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Renn said, extending his hand.

“I’m honored you would see fit to come to our little show,” Miranda replied, shaking his hand. Her eyes lingered on him with a mix of awe and confusion. After a moment passed, she stammered, “Uh, please allow me to introduce the artist, Lars Grant.”

She gestured to a tall man in black leather pants, a white T-shirt with a black peace sign, and dark sunglasses. “Hey. Thanks for coming,” he said. He flipped his glasses to the top of his head and stared at Emerson. “I’m mad for you. Your artistic impulse is singular. You’re ahead of the curve. Pushing the envelope.”

The others in the group started adding their words of praise. “You’re the embodiment of art,” one spandex-clad woman gushed.

“The embodiment of embodiment theory,” another added, looking quite proud of himself.

“Yes, you’ve taken performative to a whole new level,” another concurred.

Emerson smiled. “All our lives are really works of art. Don’t you think?”

The group nodded along, hissing oohs and aahs at her words.

A waiter walked over carrying a tray of flutes brimming with champagne and raspberry sparkling water.

Emerson grabbed a glass of the pink bubbly water. “Well, we’re going to take a little stroll around. Best of luck with the show,” she said, taking Renn’s hand.

“Nice to meet you all,” he said, and he followed Emerson through the crowd, smiling politely to people along the way as they admired the art, until they reached the back wall where they had privacy. They stood in front of a large canvas covered in rows of brightly colored paint and a clump of broken glass. Emerson leaned back on Renn, and he comfortably slipped his hands around her waist as if they had been together forever.

“Are those your friends?” Renn whispered.

“Hell no. People from the art scene,” she replied.

“Good,” he said, giving her waist a squeeze. “They were kind of . . .”

“Pretentious?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything to offend you, but . . .”

“What?” she asked.

“They’re so far up your ass. Do you think they have any idea how ludicrous they sound?”

She giggled. “That’s the thing about art and fame, they don’t really go together, do they?”

He huffed. “Funny. I never used to think about that at all. I just wrote songs, played my music. Everything else just fell into place. I never gave any of it a thought. Until it went away.”

“The art never goes away, though. For the real artists, that’s always there at the center. Even when the hype takes on a life of its own, at the core, in the eye of the storm, there’s always the art.”

“Em, you are very surprising,” he said.

“So, we’re up to nicknames now?”

“Yes,” he replied, dropping a kiss in her hair. “Is that okay?”

“Yes. It’s sweet actually,” she said.

“Good,” he said, dropping another kiss in her hair. “So, do you think art can survive fame?”

“It’s like this artwork.” She tilted her chin forward at the piece before them. “Miranda started a major publicity campaign to get this guy’s name out there, create buzz, brand him the next big find, and it’s all just spin. It could have been this guy or that guy or any other guy in some ways. Yet the art is real. This piece,” she said, gesturing, “it’s real.”

“Do you like it, this work?” Renn asked.

“Yes. It’s a commentary on the art world itself, or maybe even society as a whole. Pretty pictures and shattered dreams. The filtered image and the broken soul. Illusion and the crash of reality.”

They stood for a moment, looking at the piece, Emerson’s words in the air. Eventually Renn broke the silence and said, “Are you sure it’s not just some broken glass glued to a canvas?”

They both laughed.

About the Author


Patricia Leavy, PhD, is an award-winning, best-selling author. She is also the publisher and CEO of Paper Stars Press. 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 awards. Her novel Shooting Stars Above was featured on People “10 Romance Books to Read After Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry” and was the 2025 Firebird Book Award First Place Winner in Contemporary Novel, Romance, and Summer Beach Read. 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.” In 2024 the London Arts-Based Research Centre established “The Patricia Leavy Award for Arts-Based Research.” Patricia lives in Maine. In addition to writing, she enjoys art, reading, and travel.

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Wednesday, November 4, 2026

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She’s the billionaire. He’s the virgin. Still, he knows how to make her melt.

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Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO, though Rachel’s voluptuous curves and brilliant mind embody his ultimate fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.

Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is her first true Master. One word from him, one touch, and she surrenders to bliss. It seems that love and complementary desire may harmonize their differing values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust tears them apart.

 

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Tuesday, November 3, 2026

Surrendering to the dragon – #BDSMRomance #ShifterRomance #FatedMates

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Blurb

When a dark coven enchants the victims into sexual obedience, all hell breaks loose – literally.

Hope Wigfield has billions in the bank, a genius-level IQ, and a stubborn streak a mile, wide. What she doesn’t have is a belief in magic. But when she’s abducted, stripped, and caged at a dark coven’s slave auction, the monsters of her nightmares become terrifyingly real…

Enter Flynn Hemsworth. Former military captain, survivor of horrific experiments, and host to a blood-hungry dragon demon. He buys Hope to save her, but his inner beast demands he claim her forever. Flynn is dangerous, dominant, and the sexiest man Hope has ever met.

When they uncover the coven master’s plot to use harvested demon blood to launch a nuclear strike, Hope and Flynn are thrust into a deadly race against time. The only way to survive is to unlock the dormant magic burning in Hope’s blood—a power that can only be unleashed through absolute, breathless surrender to the dragon who calls her mate.

Publisher's Note: Dark Fire and Diamonds includes explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Release date: November 5th

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Excerpt (Explicit BDSM)

He’d love and dominate her until her defenses splintered into a million pieces. A small smile played over his lips. He’d enjoy this, although he couldn’t say the same for his soulmate. After selecting a paddle—one coated in dimpled rubber like a table tennis bat—he smacked it against her backside. Her surprised yelp delighted his demon. Claim her. Burn her. Do it now.

He loved how his paddle left a tiny checkerboard pattern on her ass. Another resounding slap, and momentum lifted her feet off the ground. As she swung in her bonds, she let out a needy moan as she swung from her cuffs. The tops of her legs glistened as her cum spilled onto them. Eyes glazed, she struggled to stay on her feet. Another thwack of his paddle against her bare bottom, and her head fell forward. “We shouldn’t. We mustn’t, but oh god, Flynn, don’t stop. I want. I need.”

Her voice turned softer, edged with submission and desire. Flynn could tease and torment her like this forever, but back in the huge cavern where Montgomery once kept the demons prisoner, William lay dying. Desperate to release her magic, the demon coiled around his soul screamed, Bite her. Burn her. Make her ours.

He loved seeing the patchwork of red squares on her slender behind, but burning her was a step too far. And as for the biting—forget it. Wolf demons came with fangs. Dragon demons came with fire.

He stroked his fingers through her pussy, found her clit, and toyed with it until she trembled and begged for more. “Don’t stop. I need your cock thrusting inside me. Stop teasing and screw me. Please.”

“Such a demanding little girl.” He ran his tongue down her jugular vein and inhaled her sweet toffee apple essence. Here, in this borrowed BDSM playroom, her soft, submissive moans thrilled him. Unable to resist her, he nuzzled her neck. “Mine. My soulmate.”

She breathed out with a sob. “Yes. Yours.”

Naked, balanced on tiptoe, arms chained overhead, feet pushed wide by the spreader bar, she tried to ride his fingers. His body burned for her. He’d never needed a woman the way he needed Hope. Without her to soothe his dragon’s murderous soul, it would unleash death and destruction on the world. He wasn’t sure he cared enough to stop it.

He needed to claim her and free her magical energy—and since William’s life depended on it—he needed to do it fast. Dropping his paddle, he moved in front of her and pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy.

The way she met him thrust on thrust, always taking him deeper, sent his sex drive into overload. Replacing his fingers with his cock, his pumped so deep inside her, he didn’t know where he finished and she began. His demon purred with delight, and for once, so did he. When she clenched her pussy around him, his dragon shrieked with delight. Ours. Only ever ours.

He came with a yell. Sperm shot from his cock, filling her pussy, mingling with her sweet cum and flooding her inner thighs. He stroked her hand and her back as he waited for her powers to manifest. But they didn’t.

Determined to push things to her limits, he thrust his middle finger into her tight bottom hole. “I don’t… I can’t… Oh God, that’s so wicked, but it feels so good. I need you so much, but Gramps…”

Her muscles turned to jelly as he pumped his finger in and out of her. Then he thrust another finger inside her.

“That’s too much. It burns, but in a good way. Flynn, your cock will never fit in there.”

He bit gently on her earlobe. “I’m claiming this tight little rosebud entrance of yours before you leave this room. Then you’re mine completely.”

About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous. And now the world’s sexiest dragon has crept onto the list.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.

 

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Monday, November 2, 2026

Her heart belongs to a penniless viscount – #HolidayRomance #RegencyRomance

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Blurb

Miss Philippa Selverton is given an ultimatum: marry a rich man or become a companion to her aunt. Pippa can no longer be a burden to her impoverished family, and she would prefer to marry rather than become an unpaid servant. The problem is her heart already belongs to a penniless viscount.

After his father’s financial mismanagement, Lord Tristan Camberwick’s estate is failing. Despite the viscount’s best efforts to improve his income, it seems he has no choice but to find a rich wife. Unfortunately, Tristan’s heart only wants Philippa.

An invitation to a Christmas house party should allow Pippa and Tristan to find wealthy spouses. But how can they court a suitable partner when the only one they want stands across the room looking back?

Series Blurb

In a glittering Season of Invitations, society’s most sought-after house parties open their doors to dukes, debutantes, and dangerous secrets. From elegant estates to intimate country gatherings, each invitation promises scandal, temptation, and unexpected romance, with stories ranging from clean to gently steamy, where whispered wagers, hidden pasts, and carefully arranged matches may lead not to ruin, but to love.

Series Link: Season of Invitations (11 book series) Kindle Edition

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Excerpt

“What do you mean—become a governess?”

Miss Selverton fiddled with her shears. “I did not intend…” She looked up. “If I do not find a husband, I plan to become a governess instead of a companion.”

“You cannot do that! You are far too beau—” Dear Lord, he must learn to hold his tongue in her presence. He cleared his throat and said, “You are far too kind-hearted to be a governess. Others may take advantage of you.” Some randy cove, a lusty lord or his wastrel offspring, may abuse his power over her and—his fists clenched at the possibility that she would be alone and unprotected.

Miss Selverton snipped at more trailing ivy. “Unfortunately, I have few options. Mr Abernathy is respectable, and I cannot afford to be fastidious.”

“You do not care for him, then.” The tension in his chest eased, and he leaned against the tree. “You deserve better.”

“It does not matter that I do not care for him. I find him excellent company, and I am certain we will grow to be friends in time.”

“Friends,” he muttered. “Do you mean friends like we are friends?”

“This is a pointless conversation, Lord Camberwick.” Miss Selverton moved on to the next holly bush. “We must both marry someone rich. Perhaps it is best that we do not continue as friends.”

“Do you expect me to watch you be courted by another?”

“Yes.” She paused her pruning. “I must do the same for you. What else is there to be done? If you have found any alternative solutions to our problem, then, by all means, offer your suggestions.”

He stepped towards her.

She raised her chin in defiance.

They were too close, but his feet must have become tangled in the undergrowth, for they would not move. His gaze dropped from her deep-brown eyes to the pink tip of her delicate nose, then to her plump lips. What would they taste like? Every fibre in his being craved their touch. Drawn by the tempting flesh, he leaned closer.

“Hurrah!”

They jerked backwards at the cry.

Another voice rang through the trees. “We have found it!”

Tristan’s breath spread in wispy plumes before him. “I apologise.” He willed his pounding heart to calm.

Miss Selverton only nodded and headed towards the cries of merriment. 

 

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About the Author

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Bianca White will sweep you into her character-driven stories featuring witty banter and immersive historical details.

Her degree in history means she enjoys researching her novels too much and regularly gets lost down a rabbit hole. Her ‘research’ is often used as an excuse to drag members of her family around every stately home and castle wherever they go. Nothing can keep her away from a historical fashion exhibition.

When not writing, Bianca feeds her own romance addiction. She loves stories with droll dialogue, endearing rogues and determined heroines. If you love those too, then you’re in for a treat.

Bianca lives in Yorkshire, UK, with her husband and two children.

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Saturday, October 31, 2026

A Halloween Dance with the Devil – #Halloween #Giveaway #EroticRomance

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Greetings! It’s Halloween at last, and I’m celebrating with a final Month of Magic giveaway. Today I’m featuring my erotic romance Damned If You Do, which has a really dramatic scene that takes place on Halloween. You’ll find an excerpt below.

I will give away two free ebook copies of this book to randomly selected people who leave comments. (By the way, if you’re an audiobook lover, see the links below.)

Blurb

Sometimes romance can be hell

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.

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Halloween Excerpt (Rated R)

Buzzing voices rose and fell around her, punctuated with occasional laughter. The rest of the guests seemed a million miles away. “I’ve got to get some air,” she said to nobody in particular. Swaying a bit, from intoxication or maybe just weariness, she made her way to the sliding doors that led to the balcony.

As the insulated glass shut tight behind her, the voices died away. Up here on the thirty-sixth floor, traffic noise wasn’t really audible either. It was quiet as the proverbial grave. Wendy felt a vague sense of relief.

A humid breeze stirred her hair, carrying a faint tidal scent from the harbor. The weather was unseasonably warm; even with bare arms she wasn’t particularly uncomfortable. She leaned against the railing, gazing out over the glittering skyscrapers of the greatest city on earth. They looked close enough to touch.

She’d finally arrived. She’d reached the pinnacle of success she’d craved for so long. The book had sold a quarter of a million copies on its very first day. One guest this evening had showed her a photo he’d take earlier that day. The line outside Barnes and Noble stretched around the block—all her fans waiting for the store to open. In the next weeks and months, there’d be records broken, movie deals, awards and franchises. Gwen Diamante would be a household name.

It was everything she’d fantasized about, and more.

So why did she feel so empty?

I’m just tired, she told herself. Too many appearances. Too many photos. I’m a writer, not a rock star. I need to get home and get back to work.

With all her public relations responsibilities, she was behind schedule on Utterly Owned. She needed a solid two weeks, without distractions, to get back on track. She couldn’t afford to let up the pressure.

Wendy knew how the publishing business worked. Now that she’d proved her value, Harbison Frost would push her harder. For the next book, they’d expect half a million copies on Day 1. Her readers would demand more, too.

All at once, she felt so exhausted she could barely stand. Weak and sick, she closed her eyes and leaned against the waist-high, brushed steel rail that separated her from the abyss beyond.

“Gwen, my dear! What are you doing out here?”

Mister B didn’t come from inside. She would have heard the party noise as he opened the door. He simply appeared beside her, as he had that first day in the coffee shop.

He wore a tuxedo with a purple brocade cummerbund, and shiny black shoes with pointed toes. His tourmaline eyes gleamed in the semi-darkness. When he strode closer to settle an arm around her shoulders, his movements had a taut, ferocious energy, like the tread of a panther. Despite her tiredness, arousal flickered through her, curling into a glowing knot in her pelvis.

“Too many people in there,” she replied, extricating herself from his companionable embrace. “And I’ve drunk too much as well. I wish I were at home, away from all this.”

“I’m afraid I can’t grant you that wish, not tonight. We have business to attend to—as I’m quite certain you recall.” His chuckle sent a chill down her spine. “You wanted fame, my dear. This sort of public performance is part of the price. However, I should think you’d find some consolation in your bank balance.”

He stepped behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, and pulled her buttocks toward his lean hips. He was hard. He was always hard. Wendy cursed her traitorous body as excitement flooded her pussy. She was like Pavlov’s dog, salivating in response to a meaningless stimulus.

He rubbed his erection against her satin-sheathed buttocks. She struggled not to squirm. Honestly, she didn’t want to encourage him. But then, what she wanted hardly mattered.

“So tonight…you’re going to take my soul?” she murmured as he sucked and nipped at the tender skin of her neck, just above his diamond-studded gift.

“Don’t think about that part, my sweet. Focus on the pleasure.” One of his hands crept up to cradle her breast. The other raised her skirt. He hooked the elastic of her lacy panties and dragged them down to bare her rear cheeks.

“No, don’t…” She struggled in his clutches as he exposed her. “Please, not here!” A finger slid down her rear crevice and tickled her sphincter. “No—wait…!”

“I’m going to consummate our agreement in the most appropriate manner, my dear. With my cock splitting your tight ass.”

“No!” Somehow she found the strength to wrench herself from his grip. She backed away, into the corner where the rail made a right angle. “Get away from me!”

Mister B put his hands on his hips and shook his head, his expression one of wounded disbelief. “I’m surprised at you. After all we’ve been through together, you reject me? Do you really want to give it all up? The adoring fans? The five star reviews? The fat advances and the hefty royalties?”

“Um…no, no, that’s not what I’m saying…” Panic swept through her. To lose everything she’d worked for? Unthinkable. At the same time, she couldn’t bear to have him touch her.

“Make up your mind, Gwen.” With each step he took in her direction, he seemed to grow taller. “It’s almost midnight.”

She cowered against the balustrade as he came closer, her mind whirling with contradictory desires. Alcohol, fear, and lust combined to muddle her thoughts.

Now he loomed over her, his teeth bared, his face a horrible, leering mask. A whiff of sulfur burned her nostrils. “Don’t resist me, woman. Give me your body. Give me your soul!”

He reached for her with taloned fingers. She stumbled, tripped by the panties he’d pulled halfway down her thighs, and fell against the pane of glass that extended from the railing to the balcony floor. Impossibly, the glass shattered into a million shards. All at once she was teetering on the edge, her frantic grip on the cold steel the only thing keeping her from an endless, deadly fall.

“Get back!” she screamed. “If you touch me, I’ll jump!”

He released a chilling laugh. A sudden, frigid wind whipped her hair into her eyes and numbed her fingers. “That will work, too. Suicides are automatically mine.”

“Leave me alone! Please…”

“You can send me away. All you have to do is say the words. But you won’t. I know you won’t. Because in fact, Gwen, you’ve already relinquished your soul.”

The wind howled in her ears. She scarcely heard it. An awful quiet crept over her. She realized, all at once, that he’d spoken the truth. In her single-minded pursuit of fame, she’d willingly jettisoned her friends and neglected her family. Blinded by the sparkle of wealth, she’d bulldozed over everything and everyone that blocked her path. She’d chosen commercial success over art, manipulation over sincerity, shallow pleasure over love. She’d become, as Daniel had accused, a cold bitch who cared about nothing but herself.

No wonder she felt so empty.

 

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Narrated by Audrey Lusk

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Thursday, October 29, 2026

No costume can hide who you really are – #FreeBook #Halloween #BDSMEroticRomance

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My Halloween treat for you: a sexy erotic romance featuring a long-established kinky couple. For the next few days, you can get Coming in Costume entirely free at all outlets except Amazon, where the book is 99 cents. (Amazon doesn’t let me discount the price to zero, unfortunately.)

Blurb

When her dominant husband Greg proposes that they attend a company Halloween gala, Isabella is too excited to be suspicious. Unlike her introverted master, she adores parties and dressing up. Only after they arrive does Bella learn her Dom has planned a kinky, semi-public scene involving both pain and pleasure―a Halloween masque that includes a starring role for Greg’s best friend James.

This volume includes two bonus stories featuring the same characters. In Silver Bells, Greg gives his long-time friend James a spectacular Christmas gift―Isabella’s body and obedience. In On the Beach, the two dominants join forces to chastise Bella for her lack of self-control in coming without permission―and to reward her for her willing surrender.

Free until November 1st at all non-Amazon stores!

Universal Book Link: https://books2read.com/u/bpPl9J

Amazon (99 cents): http://www.amazon.com/Coming-Costume-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B017A4L2KK/

Excerpt (Rated R)

“On the desk, Miss Archer. Arms out, palms flat.”

I should have realized Greg had something up his sleeve. Normally he hates big parties. His work requires him to interact with all sorts of people, but I know he finds it stressful. To relax he prefers more—how should I put it?—intimate gatherings. So I really should have understood he had some deviant plan in mind when he told me about the Halloween masquerade.

“Samson-Sewell Advertising—you know, Bella, they’re one of our biggest accounts—anyway, they’re throwing a huge Halloween party. Pulling out all the stops, I gather, to impress their clients. They’ve actually hired the Roosevelt Rotunda at the Natural History Museum for the event. I’m surprised that’s even possible, but I guess money talks, and these days they’ve got plenty. Which is great for our firm, of course.”

“And you’re going?” I looked up from my breakfast to scan my husband’s darkly handsome face. A half-smile played on his lips.

“We’re both going. It’s next Saturday night. And they want everyone to come in costume.”

I clapped my hands in delight and his grin broadened. Greg knows how much I adore costumes and role-playing. “Oh, wonderful! Maybe we can go as a pirate and his captive! Or the sheik and the harem girl… Or how about a Roman aristocrat and his slave?”

“You want everyone to know you’re my sub? My filthy, kinky, obedient slut?” He revved the motor of the vibe strapped to my clit. I moaned and clenched my muscles, struggling against orgasm. Fortunately, he released the switch before I lost control.

“Greg—sir—please!” I gasped. “It’s Halloween. The one night we can be someone else!”

“Sounds to me like you want to show off your true self, Bella.”

“I—you know, I just like to play with those fantasies.” Rising from the table, I went to hug him, moving carefully so as not to dislodge the BenWa balls he’d slipped into my pussy before we got out of bed. “But we can wear less—um—revealing costumes if you prefer.”

He nuzzled my hair; I burrowed deeper into the warmth of his arms “I guess that might be better,” I continued, fighting to keep the disappointment out of my voice. “For your business and all.”

“Leave the costumes to me.” His lips grazed mine, triggering a sweet spasm between my legs even though the vibrator was off. “You’ll be pleased, I promise. Trust me, love.”

“You know I do, sir. Always.”

Greg had more than made good on his promise, dressing us as a schoolgirl and her stern professor. I loved the short, pleated skirt of green plaid and the crisp white blouse with the Peter Pan collar the minute I laid eyes on them. Matching knee socks and black Mary Janes completed the outfit. Underneath—somewhat to my surprise—Greg insisted I wear simple white cotton panties and a stretchy training bra that didn’t quite contain my woman’s breasts. I braided my hair, tying the plaits with matching Kelly green ribbons. The final look was sassy, even suggestive, but perfectly decent. Still, the way the skirt swished against the back of my thighs made me imagine, a bit wistfully, what it would be like to be bare underneath. I pushed the thought away, determined to act respectable if that was what my husband required.

As for his costume—well, it really didn’t matter what Greg wore. He always looked devastating. He’d gone for a bookish style: a white shirt with thin blue stripes open at the throat under a corduroy jacket with, believe it or not, suede elbow patches. He must have scoured the thrift stores to find that relic, but it really fit the part. A slide rule case was strapped to his belt. Glasses with dark plastic frames sat on his nose. His black locks were deliberately mussed.

His clothes didn’t really matter, though. What made his costume convincing was his serious, even severe expression—his aura of total authority. No one could look at him without immediately understanding that he was in charge.

Don’t miss out on your Halloween treat!