Saturday, January 31, 2015

It's my birthday! And I've got presents for YOU!

Greetings, readers!

Today's my birthday. I'm off celebrating with my honey, but meanwhile I didn't want to neglect you, so I'm starting a party here as well. And there are gifts for everyone!

Your first present is my birthday guy above. Scrumptious, isn't he? He's only barely keeping those trousers up...I like a man who's highly motivated!

Second, I've got a new free book for you, a M/F/M BDSM short with a new cover.

Here's the blurb:

The purest pleasure lies in surrender.

When Isabella’s husband and master decides to share her with his closest friend, the couple’s kinky games take on a whole new dimension. Greg has always inflicted his delicious torments in the privacy of their home. Then his college roommate and best man James suggests that the threesome visit a nude beach, and to Isabella’s surprise and consternation, Greg agrees. A willing slave, she can hardly refuse, even though the outing will expose the marks from her recent punishment. But shame and humiliation are not the only tests that await Isabella on the beach.


Want a PDF copy? All you have to do is ask! Just leave a comment on this post with your email address, requesting the book. I'll send it to you when I get back from my mini-vacation.

Finally, I'm giving away a $10 bookstore gift voucher to one lucky person who leaves a comment. 

Thanks for helping to make my birthday special.


Friday, January 30, 2015

Sneak Peak: Desert Heat by Lucy Felthouse

[I know you love M/M erotic tales. Here's one to whet your appetite! ~ Lisabet]


Their love is forbidden by rules, religion and risk. Yet still they can’t resist.

Captain Hugh Wilkes is on his last tour of duty in Afghanistan. The British Army is withdrawing, and Wilkes expects his posting to be event-free. That is, until he meets his Afghan interpreter, Rustam Balkhi, who awakens desires in Wilkes that he’d almost forgotten about, and that won’t be ignored.

Please note: this book was previously published as part of the Unconditional Surrender bundle.

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Captain Hugh Wilkes sucked in a deep breath, steeling himself for the heat he was about to be subjected to, though he already knew all the deep breaths in the world wouldn’t help. Darkness had fallen on Camp Bastion, in the notorious Helmand Province of Afghanistan, but there would still be residual warmth left to seep away throughout the small hours. Then the sun would rise, and it would start all over again. It was a damn desert, after all. But, all being well, it would be his last ever tour of the godforsaken place. The British Army was already preparing to pull out. The manpower had been reduced drastically over the previous months. It was time to leave the Afghans to get on with it. They weren’t being abandoned—far from it—they would still receive aid, training and money for years to come. But the British Army was no longer needed, apparently. It was still a volatile place, which would no doubt be monitored very closely, in case strategies needed to be reconsidered.

None of that was down to Wilkes, though. He was here with his platoon for six months, doing whatever they were ordered to do by their Company Commander, Major Hunter. It was unlikely they’d be doing any fighting—they weren’t here for offensive operations. More probably they’d be accompanying their vehicles, weapons and ammunition across the country as it was transported to the air base to be sent back home, or patrolling towns and villages as a show of presence, to reassure and protect the inhabitants.

There was only one way to find out. Grabbing his kit, he headed toward the ramp of the huge C17 aircraft with his colleagues, and followed them out onto the airstrip. Immediately, he was hit by the overwhelming smell of aviation fuel. As he moved away from the airplane this was replaced by the dry atmosphere.

Wilkes imagined he could feel the grains of sand coating his throat and tongue. He’d soon get used to it—he always did. Plus, on the bright side, he’d end up with a nice tan at the end of his deployment. Mentally, he crossed his fingers for a nice, event-free tour of duty. Letting his guard down wasn’t going to happen, naturally, he just hoped it wasn’t necessary. Hoped the insurgents would play nicely. The country was completely different to how it had been when Allied forces had gone in after 9/11. Some fantastic progress had been made, but it still wasn’t completely safe. But then, where was? People died in picturesque villages in the English countryside—though generally not courtesy of IEDs, AK-47s or suicide bombers.

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Sneak Peek: Merry "Chris"Mas by Clare Dargin

[My sneak peek today is a sexy menage romance by Clare Dargin. Enjoy! ~ Lisabet]


Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.

With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly.

Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Chris S. slipped her undies over her round hips. They slid down her baby-like skin, exposing her shaved mound. More blood flowed to his dick, making whimper.

God,” he said, fighting tears.

Through gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced himself to maintain control. It was getting to be damn near impossible. Everything about her was fucking outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He was ready to fill her pussy with his thick, hard dick.

He slid his finger into the folds of her wet interior. The thin crease surrounded by supple labia oozed moisture from her tight and tiny hole. He slid a finger inside her hole, and her taut muscles quivered at his touch.

You want it?” he asked.

She moaned “yes” before being silenced by the other Chris’s mouth. He inched her legs apart. Moving in just right, he tasted her. Explosions went off in his brain. She was pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his tongue in and out of her tight hole, he held her still, allowing her juices to saturate his mouth.

Lifting her legs, he opened her wider, curling her upward, burying his face in her mound. His breaths increased as his heart rate grew frantic. His hard dick, standing at full scale attention, threatened to bust a nut if he didn’t stop.

Pulling away, he set her down gently. “Got to go get a condom.”

The other Chris looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he felt.

She swallowed, seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”

The time for being cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted and less suave, he dashed toward it, finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the entire lot, along with a bottle of lubricating gel, he opened the box and pulled out two, handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. Setting it aside, he removed his shorts, exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool air. He grimaced as he slid the latex over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that would only be relieved by what Jilly had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which had the scent of strawberries, onto his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his condom-wrapped rod with the smooth, thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand gave him some relief, albeit short.

Me first,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

Calming himself, he lay down beside her and turned her on her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. He spread her legs apart as she tilted her pelvis back. She melded her body to his. There was so much of her he wanted, not only her body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her heart.

He took a hand and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. He grunted and made himself hold back, lest he spill at that moment.

She was so tight. No doubt about it. This was going to be a short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, stopping at the root. His balls drew in tight. He shifted her close and moved in and out slowly. Each movement became stronger as his control slipped. He needed the release, the kind that would give his aching balls sweet relief. Back and forth his hips moved inside her. She wriggled and moaned in response. Their mouths met briefly, tongues swirling, causing his stomach and heart to flutter. He increased his thrusts. Finding his target, she keened her delight.

Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

She pushed her ass toward him.

Baby, I’m going to come.”

Come, honey. Come.”

He grunted, harder and harder. Sliding his hand down to her hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting increased. Pressure built up behind his eyes, his mind went blank as everything in the world seemed to fall away. He couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he pushed, holding her firm and tight.

With light speed, he cried out, “God!” His hips bucked upward while cum poured out of him.

Slightly dizzy, he held onto her before letting her go. “Are you all right?”

Her kiss eased the butterflies threatening to kill the moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed, relieved. He gazed into her eyes. Instantly he felt the completed connection he’d sensed along. She was the one. And he saw that she felt it too.

* * * *
Jilly recovered her breath as Chris P. gathered her up into his arms. His musky scent was so spicy and inviting. She buried her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. She was ready.

On your back,” he said, holding her.

She nodded.

Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, whispering in her ear.

From her tall Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave her. Trust welled up within her heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

Placing her on back like she weighed nothing but a feather, he positioned himself on top of her. A lock of his blond hair obscured his face. She opened her legs. She felt his solid, round tip prod her hole. Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw strength causing her pussy to clench. Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his thick and meaty cock. She cried out along with him. He braced himself.

Author Bio

Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.

An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Review Tuesday: Driving the Stripper Mobile by Larry Archer

Driving the Stripper Mobile

By Larry Archer

Imagine a world where everyone is sexually satisfied. Where no matter how horny you are, there’s always someone more than happy to help you out. Where love is real and special, but sexual jealousy is close to non-existent, so you can explore the infinite varieties of the flesh with different partners without alienating your soul mate. Picture a universe where sex has been divorced from guilt, where you can enjoy your own body and the bodies of others without shame, no matter how deviant your desires.

This is Larry Archer’s universe. Welcome!

In Driving the Stripper Mobile, Mr. Archer takes readers on a light-hearted trip to Las Vegas, into the sex-drenched back rooms of a strip club named the Fox’s Den. Our hero Don is down and desperate. He’s lost his wife and his job; if he can’t scrape together a bit of cash, his apartment is next. He spends his time drinking and fantasizing about the strippers, but he’s too depressed to take any action.

He doesn’t deserve his hard luck. Jenny, a sweet-tempered, intelligent dancer, strikes up a conversation with him and discovers he’s a decent guy who needs a break – not to mention a fuck. For on thing, he’s not really jealous when she comes on to other men – and women – in the club. It just makes him hornier. The connection between them grows stronger, even when she sucks off the club owner Larry, and his wife Roxy (generally, and appropriately, known as “Foxy”). Meanwhile, Larry, a tough guy with a dubious and intimidating history, hires Don to build and drive the Stripper Mobile, a truck outfitted in the back with an air conditioned plexi-glass box big enough to accommodate two of Larry’s dancers. It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it! Don manages to make the publicity stunt hugely successful, despite the – um - distractions of the gorgeous girls he’s ferrying about.

The Stripper Mobile cruises up and down the Vegas streets, showing the tourists and locals alike just how wild life is in the Den. Back at the club, things get hotter and crazier by the minute, as Jenny takes on an entire table of college boys, with a bit of help from the MILF wife of another staff member. If anything, this brings Don and Jenny closer – he loves all of her, including her sexual insatiability, and he recognizes how important that acceptance is to her.

Driving the Stripper Mobile is pure smut, with non-stop sexual action from beginning to end. It doesn’t feel cliched or exploitative, though, largely because the author’s enthusiasm shines on every page. You can tell that Mr. Archer is writing about what arouses him personally. That raises the book above your run-of-the-mill porn. I don’t usually find this sort of wall-to-wall sex all that arousing, but let me tell you, I had some amazing dreams after reading this just before bed.

I’ve given this book only three stars because the writing needs some work. Mr. Archer’s dialogue tends to be stiff and unrealistic (very few people talk in compound sentences), and there are some serious problems with head-hopping. That’s the editor in me speaking, though. I suspect that a lot of readers wouldn’t notice these flaws.

Despite these issues, I enjoyed the book. I particularly liked Mr. Archer’s portrayal of women. Jenny, Foxy, Sally, Pat and the other female characters are unapologetic when it comes to their love of sex, including sex with other women. The men don’t look down on them for being sluts – they appreciate them wholeheartedly. These guys aren’t threatened by the women, either. When they’re not participating, they enjoy watching, happy to be taken along for the ride.

Let Larry Archer take you for a ride in the Stripper Mobile. If, like me, you enjoy sex in all its variations, you won’t be sorry.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Sunday Snog #159: Nasty Business

It’s Sunday, so of course I’m going to share a kiss from my new release, Nasty Business. Enjoy!

After you’ve read my snog, hop over to Victoria’s for more sweet and sexy Sunday kisses.

You’re a scoundrel, Rick. A scoundrel and a traitor. Why didn’t you tell me that you knew my father? That you had him convinced you were his friend?”

I was his friend,” Rick begins. I cut him short with a baleful glare.

Some friend! Friends don’t take advantage of each other. Friends don’t lie to each other. Friends keep each other’s confidences.”

What are you talking about?” He sounds confused and defensive.

The foundry, of course. It was my father who brought it to your attention, showed you its potential. He intended to acquire it for The Maxwell Companies. Then you turn around and stab him in the back by stealing the deal away from him.”


Never mind. I should have realized a lot sooner that you had inside information, and put two and two together.”

Liu and I planned to go into business together. The foundry was going to be a joint project.”

Oh? Why should I believe you?”

Because it’s true. I can show you the preliminary documents, if you want. Then came the accident, and everything got put on hold. The next thing that I know, you’re talking to Baktar and I’m completely out of the picture. I guess I was pissed off to find myself being ignored. I decided that I needed the fab for myself.”

Why didn’t my father tell me that he had a partner in the deal? He never even mentioned you.”

Rick gives me a harried look. “I don’t know, Ruby. He talked a lot about you. He planned to send you to Malaysia to do a final inspection of the plant. He wanted me to join you there, to give you a technical briefing.” This, at least, was confirmed by the email I had read. “Maybe he wanted you to form your own conclusions about me. Maybe he thought you’d be jealous, if you knew that he was mentoring me.” A ghost of a grin flits across his irregular features. “He did say that you were hot-blooded, and had a fierce temper…”

Did he indeed?” I say ironically, trying to keep the misery out of my voice. I’d thought that I knew my father so well, that I was privy to all his secrets. The revelation that he kept things from me, that he had other confidants, is painful. I lean forward, deliberately allowing Martell a glimpse of my cleavage, and look him in the eye. He licks his lips nervously. “So, was he right about me, Rick?”

I don’t know, Ruby,” he replies softly. “I don’t know you well enough to say.” He pauses, raises his eyes to mine. “But I’d like to.”

I can’t comprehend how it happens. One moment he is standing there across from me, with the desk safely between us. The next, he’s beside me, pulling me to my feet. Kissing me. His wiry arms snake around me, pulling me to his chest. His lips are firm on mine, exploring rather than demanding. His scent swirls around me, dizzying me. The embers smoldering in my sex leap into flame.

Rick…” I begin, but the taste and texture and presence of him overwhelm me. My objection melts into an inarticulate murmur of pleasure.

He kisses with his whole body. His hands are everywhere, stroking my arse, teasing my nipples. His knee finds its way into my crotch and sets up a rhythmic pressure that soon has me swollen and dripping. He is swollen, too. Brazenly, he rubs his rigid cock against my thigh, as he plunges his tongue more deeply into my mouth.

Ruby,” he murmurs, alternating words with nibbles and licks. “I want you so badly. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Insufficient Sex is a Sin!

By Virginnia Del Parte (Guest Blogger)

A while ago I received a rejection from a publishing company because my submitted novella “wasn’t erotic enough”. It made me smile. I truly didn’t mind. I won’t be adding to the already explicit descriptions, or leaving home to indulge in some physical research sessions. I have a fairly vivid imagination which fills in the gaps in my experience and knowledge.

I can’t write a story without a plot. Scene after scene of erotic romping that doesn’t aid the plot, move on the progress of the story line or is simply there for the sake of more sex, is not my style. I’m writing a story, not a series of descriptions of a physical marathon performed in situ, with gymnastic moves.

I did the best I could and I now have to find a home for this less than erotic romance. I could add some more sex scenes but I would then need to add lots of dialogue to keep my interest alert. Perhaps I could introduce a sub-plot that is only ever discussed during sex? A different approach to consider but, nah, I don’t think so.

It boils down to this: I wrote it, I like it, and I’m happy to have it molder away in my pc’s innards than rewrite it adding lots of sex scenes. I know it’s been done in the Grey story, but that story had a compelling layering to it which made you read all three books to find out why the male lead acted like he did. I don’t want my readers to think as I did by the second Grey book - ‘another sex scene. I’ll skip this and get back to the real story.’ I want my readers to be engaged with my characters the whole time, regardless of what activity they are physically engaged in.

Update January 2015.

I wrote the above comments a year ago and I still feel the same. An erotic novel needs to have a plot and action that is relevant and interesting, other than the sex scenes that the designation ‘erotica’ promises to the reader.

After investing many hours in creating this story I became determined to find a home for it and to get it published I had to change it. I didn’t add more sex, but I did need to give the hero a different fault in his nature; something that I could hint at and layer into the story. A weakness he needed to conquer and something the heroine might be able to help him with – if he would allow her. He needed to show remorse for his faults and to do this I added scenes from his point of view. It worked. In the end there was sufficient sex.

I enjoy the process of editing and getting a story ready for publication. The fact a publisher wants my manuscript is confirmation I have produced work worthy of publishing and with their vote of confidence I am happy to polish the manuscript to a higher level.

The piece I’m talking about is the story I’m featuring today:

Landscapes of Lust by Virginnia Del Parte

Sally can recognise love when it strikes, but does Raffety Blake know what it is?

Sally is stunned when her friend Louise admits that her gardener, Raffety Blake is providing her with “extras.” From the small print on his business card Sally has no problem understanding the meaning of that word ‘extras’. ‘hysteria tamed, widow’s weeds eliminated, pavings and cravings all undertaken with specialist care.’ In this case the fine print is definitely worth reading. Louise’s recent bloom isn’t all the result of good health.

Sally needs a gardener and she needs the extras as well. Raffety Blake is a man of charm and inventiveness. As well as his magic touch in the garden he indulges Sally and she blossoms under his care.

Follow the seasons as these two widowed cougars enjoy watching their gardens return to rude health as Raffety Blake endeavours to tame their cravings.

Chapter 1

Sally looked around, leaned over the table toward her friend and whispered,

Even his phone number is provocative - 202 6969. Honestly Lou’ is this man for real?”

She put the business card down and slid it with the tip of her long scarlet fingernail across the white linen tablecloth back to Louise. Around them the restaurant conversations buzzed, rising and falling in volume like an ocean wave, a background noise that at times drowned out their own discussion.

I can guarantee he is, Sally. Every pulsating inch of him,” said Louise. “Keep the card. I know his number off by heart.” Louise pushed ithe card back.

Did she have no shame? “You hire him as your gardener and he provides extra services at your request.” She didn’t expect an answer, she was simply reaffirming what she’d just been told. Her friend nodded. Yes, Louise had blossomed of late. Today she looked beautiful. Not because of the elegant hair style, nor the pearls resting at the base of her long neck and not for the soft, pastel blue, silk blouse that draped her bodice. Her beauty glowed from within. Her hair, a charcoal blend of grey and black shone with good health and a sparkle danced in her eyes. Sally hadn’t seen her friend look so attractive for several years, since before Henry died.

Catching a rising wave of conversation she held the card aloft read and loud, “‘Raffety Blake, Gardener Extraordinaire, Wisteria trimmed, hysteria tamed’ I see the last two words are in very small print.” Glancing up she caught the smirk on Louise’s face. “’Specializes in the eradication of widow’s weeds’. Now that’s rather pointed. ‘Lawns, edges, pavings – pruning, thinning and cravings. All undertaken with specialist care’. Has the man no shame?”

It doesn’t appear so. He’s very good, Sal’. I’m feeling better than I have since Henry died.”

I can see that.” She leaned forward, pitching her voice low so Louise could hear, but not the people at the next table. “Do you order what you want – or leave it up to him? I can’t imagine crooking my finger and saying ‘come here, I need to be serviced’. It seems a bit cold-blooded to me.” Despite the words coming from her mouth, a tightening in her lower pelvis and her longing to be loved made her wonder if she should stop on the way home and buy a vibrator. She’d been putting it off for two years, hoping her craving for sex would ease, but perhaps the time had come, unless Louise’s gardener could satisfy her need.

How did you come by this gem?” she pressed. Her friend would need to give this man a glowing reference before she’d let him into her home. Sex in the garden, whilst exciting on occasions wasn’t something she wanted to do unless she checked out the undergrowth first. Nettles on the bottom? The very thought made her buttocks tingle. “Do you trust him?”

I saw his business card pinned to the notice board at the supermarket. I was actually looking for someone to do some work around the garden, but the wording piqued my interest. I took his card thinking the wording might have been a misprint, but I rang him anyway. He came for an interview and…” at this point a pink tide rose to cover Louise’s neck and face. “The rest is history, as they say.”

What? On your first meeting? Before he’d even pulled a weed or cut the lawn?”

Louise sat tall in her chair, put her chin in a defiant pose and in her naturally clipped manner, said “Yes. It’s the 1970’s Sally. Women have been liberated.”

They’d been friends for years, gone to the Diocesan School for Girls together, trained as nurses in the same hospital and both married older men. Sometimes Sally suspected Henry and Wilson had purposely sought nurses to marry. She and Louise had loved and nursed their older men, watched them age and die to leave them in their fifties, energetic, still attractive and sexually frustrated.

It seemed her friend had found the solution.

That was very brave of you, Lou’. Taking him on like that. Does he really know anything about gardening or is it a cover for his other services?”

Really, Sally!” Lou’s voice had a sharp edge. ”Of course he’s a gardener. The grounds are looking fabulous. I’m even thinking of offering my place for the Church’s Garden Ramble.” Louise took a quick glance around before hissing. “You don’t think we do it all day like a pair of rabbits, do you?”

Depends… the way I’m feeling at the moment I think I could last the distance.”

I invite you to read the rest of this romance, set in New Zealand, a country of good rainfall and temperate weather where everything grows in abundance, especially love and romance.

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A Personal Note

I write futuristic romance under the pen name of Virginnia De Parte with a series of five e-books published by Secret Cravings Publishing. By writing in the future I have the pleasure of watching science catch up to my imagination. Love is the same whether it’s in the Middle Ages, in the present, or set in the future.

I have two erotic novella e-books published, Memoirs of Lady Montrose from Totally Bound and Landscapes of Lust from Steamereads.

My Young Adult was published under my legal name (Deryn Pittar) called A Taste of Gold, released by Evernight Teens as an e-book and POD. It’s set in New Zealand and features two Taniwha (Maori mythological monsters).

My other love is writing poetry and I am published in this genre, both on-line and in hard copy. A love of words, and changing the way they are arranged, drives my writing. I endeavor to insert poetic prose into my fiction. I belong to writing groups and have several critique partners, all of whom help to keep me on-track and well edited.

You can visit my websites: for posts and short pieces; or to view my published books. There are excerpts you can listen to as well on this website.

Because I enjoy the writing process and like to help other authors I recently put up videos on YouTube. You can view them and see me in real life talking about how I write my books. Here are the links:

Writing by the seat of your pants:

Panstering example:

Never Discard a Crazy Idea:

Bones to hang your story words on

The Menagerie Keeper(read aloud)