I’m
showcasing my newest book today, a 7500 word short story entitled
Divided We Fall. I wrote
this piece in reaction to the flood of hate and prejudice we seem to be drowning in these days. All proceeds from this book support
Planned Parenthood, who provide essential health services to women,
especially impoverished women, in the US and around the world.
Since
this is a Sunday, I’ve got a brief kiss excerpt for you, as part of
Victoria’s Sunday Snog blog hop. I will also donate $1 to Planned
Parenthood for every comment I get on this post.
When
you’re done here, I hope you’ll head back to the Sunday Snog launching page, for more sexy kisses.
Blurb
Hate
takes too high a
toll
Linh’s
three
year
old
brother
has
wandered
out
of
Viet
Village
into
Niggertown.
Despite
the
danger,
she
has
no
choice
but
to
go
looking
for
him
in
hostile
territory.
She
manages
to
convince
the
rifle-toting
guard
at
the
entrance
to
the
black
ghetto
to
help
her
search,
using
a
mixture
of
bribery
and
bravado.
As
they
comb
the
desolate
streets
of
Niggertown,
seeking
any
trace
of
Duy,
Linh
discovers
that
the
barrio’s
inhabitants
aren’t
necessarily
the
violent,
drug-addled
brutes
she’s
been
taught
to
hate,
and
by
the
time
Linh
and
Steel
have
rescued
the
injured
toddler
and
spent
a
long
night
hiding
in
a
derelict
building,
she
has
come
to
understand
who
are
their
real
enemies.
Please
note: This book includes racial slurs that might not be considered
acceptable by some readers. Using these terms was deliberate, and
necessary, since they are symptoms of the inter-group prejudice and
suspicion that provide the main conflict in this story.
Snog
Excerpt
It
feels natural to move from eating to kissing. Giggling like kids, we
lick the jerky grease from each other’s lips. His are full and
plump, softer than Hai’s, but his stubble scratches my cheeks in a
way no Viet man’s ever would. I seal his mouth with mine, tasting
the sweet-tart remnants of his tomatoes. He threads his fingers
through my hair, tugging at the roots while he consumes me. Each
strand is a fuse, lighting firecrackers in my pussy.
I
open to his probing tongue and give him control, at least for a
while. Steel plunges deeper, thrusting hard, fucking me already
though we’re still dressed. The thought arouses me so much I take
back the initiative. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I use my
weight to push him back onto the piled bedding. My lips slide away
from his. I lap at his prickly chin, nibble along his jawline, plant
tiny kisses at the pulse point of his throat. Gradually I work my way
down his hairless, sticky chest, tasting tomato juice and sweat. When
I run my tongue along the scar, he groans and grabs my ass, arching
up to grind his swollen bulk against my clit. That makes me moan, at
least until he flips me over and silences me with more kisses.
Hands
in the darkness—my hands, his hands—fumble with zippers, claw at
waistbands, shred the fabric we can’t push out of the way.
Finally, there’s skin and heat and hardness, his cock an apt fit to
his name, sliding into my liquid center. He moves like a vast wave,
surging, cresting, breaking inside me, then gathering power once
again. I rock on the swell of his relentless, delicious rhythm.
Sometimes I drift, letting the pleasure sweep me out to sea.
Sometimes I fight, gasping for breath, drowning in raw sensation.
Get
your copy
Barnes
and
Noble
-
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/divided-we-fall-lisabet-sarai/1125594805?ean=2940153989365
So
leave me a comment. Tell me what you think we can do to stem
the tide of hate. I’ll donate a dollar to PPA for each person who
joins the conversation.
9 comments:
Wow, thank for your honesty in this story. I am definitely interested in reading more. Thank you :)
So many people talk about making a stand against ignorance, bigotry and hatred, but you proudly stand out on the front the lines. Thanks to activists like you who aren't afraid to speak out, HOPE still reamins for this world.
Thank you for writing this story, and for taking a stand, and for making the donations to Planned Parenthood. I wish I knew how to quell the hatred. On a small, world-around-us level, I model loving-kindness but at the same time, I'll call people out for hateful words and attitudes. I'm also working on squashing my own prejudices and knee-jerk reactions.
This is a very hot excerpt, and the whole story looks like an amazing project for a good cause! Lisabet, I don't know how you find the time for all your good deeds.
I wish more people would listen to each other and understand their differences... be more open minded... show understanding not anger and hatred.
So fun! I grabbed a copy and look forward to reading it soon. I always enjoy when erotica delves into deeper realities, as this one does. Great idea!
It looks intense, but it's definitely needed! Thank you so much...
--Trix
Thanks to all who have commented. I will keep this post and offer open all week, so I hope you'll share with your friends.
#NoHateNoDespair
Off to buy my copy of Divided We Fall right now, but I wanted to make sure that Planned Parent Hood get as much support as possible, so thought I'd just drop in and comment. Will be passing the word.
KD xxx
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