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Friday, June 29, 2018

HOT off the presses! My latest release! #erotica #gangbang #wedding @Archer_Larry @KinkyLiterature

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It’s finally here! More Brides in Vegas, book 2 of my Vegas Babes series, hit the virtual shelves today and is already burning up people’s e-readers. This is the sequel to last year’s hit Hot Brides in Vegas, a light-hearted erotic romp set in Larry Archer’s fictional world of strippers, swingers and general good times.

One of my beta readers gushed:

Wow! I didn't think you could outdo the first one but, you were like "Bet." It's like you said "if Hot Brides In Vegas was a ten, I'm gonna make More Brides In Vegas a 20!"
Guess I achieved my literary objectives...!

So how hot is the book? Well, when I was putting together my media kit, I had serious difficulty finding a PG rated excerpt. Ultimately I had to do some editing to reduce the rampant naughtiness and lower the heat level.

In case you’ve been living in a cave, here’s the blurb:

Tying the knot — with no strings attached!

Who can resist love at first sight? The minute Ted saw Annie shedding her clothes on stage at The Fox’s Den, he fell head over heels for the petite, busty redhead. She had to make the first move, though, dragging him into an impromptu orgy in the Den’s VIP suite, along with technically-virgin bride Francesca, secret slut Laura, and hot black mama Chantal.

Now Annie and Ted are getting married, and they’ve invited all their friends from that wild Amateur Night to the party. Taking over a vintage eighties motel with a courtyard and pool for their private function, the bride and groom expect a certain amount of carnal excess. Still, nobody’s prepared for the sexual free-for-all that breaks loose, involving not only the gals from the Den but also Annie’s rock star brother, Ted’s MILF mother, Chantal’s new slave girl, a lascivious hippie couple, a susceptible priest, the butch hotel manager, and an entire Scottish rugby team. As the wedding guests act out their secret fantasies, they push the limits of both lust and love. Finally arriving at the altar, after an exhausting, arousing twenty four hours, Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to mean tying themselves down.

I’ll be posting an exclusive X-rated snippet on Sunday, along with a giveaway. Meanwhile you can read an excerpt on my blog: http://www.lisabetsarai.com/morebridesex.html


Buy your copy at smut-friendly Kinky Literature or wherever you prefer to indulge your salacious inclinations!










And... if you think my randy novella might not be enough heat for you, pick up a copy of Larry Archer’s full length novel, Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party, also out today.



Crashing the Swinger's Pajama Party is an 80,000-word explicit erotic novel about how Greg and Samantha innocently invite themselves to what they think is just a huge New Year's Eve party given by neighbors that they've only met a couple of times socially.

Imagine the surprise of when they crash their neighbor's New Year's Eve Party only to discover that they are in the midst of a swinger's pajama party, with over one-hundred people engaged in outrageous behavior.

Based upon an actual event, the party crashers are quickly drawn into the erotic world of swingers, where virtually anything goes. This HEA story follows the new couple as they quickly discover how much fun the Lifestyle can offer.

Larry Archer's swinger couple who are in most of his stories, Foxy and Larry, serve as ringmasters to guide and coach our new couple as they immerse themselves in this anything-goes lifestyle.

This is an explicit sex story for both men and women, which is written in the humorous style that Larry Archer is known for. As usually with Larry's stories, Crashing the Swinger's Pajama Party has an actual plot and is filled on virtually every page with exactly why you purchase erotica to read and entertain yourself.






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A Tale of Equality - Shadows of our Past by @TanyaJRussell #suspense #romance #giveaway

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By Tanya Jean Russell (Guest Blogger)

Shadows of Our Past wasn’t my debut novel, but it was the first novel I wrote. The way novels have developed to mirror the changes in society is fascinating, and no more so than in the romance genre. It’s easy to look back and cast aspersions on the romance novels of the past with their domineering men and overly agreeable women, but they were incredibly successful and suited their time.

Today we talk enjoy reading about strong characters, in both our hero and heroine. We love the way they challenge and improve each other. I love the way this reinforces our insistence on equality and how fiction can encourage us to aspire to be better, even while we are reading for pure entertainment.

I adore reading romantic suspense and wanted to write something where the normal approach for the genre was flipped. Instead of our hero being the ‘man in uniform’, and by default the one with the ability to fight, to use guns, to deal with danger, I wanted it to be our heroine who did all of this. That’s not to say Jackson is weak or incapable. After all, a heroine needs to be matched with someone who is her equal, and someone who isn’t intimidated by her.

Shadows of Our Past is a tale of romance, but also a tale of equality, a way of showing that women don’t have to dull their shine to be loved, but simply find a man who adores everything they are, and will gleam alongside them.

Blurb

Jackson Halland has spent ten years running from a mistake that cost him everything, including Amory Parker, the woman he loved. With his gut-wrenching response to her reappearance, he realizes that if she will forgive him, then maybe, just maybe, he can forgive himself.

After ten years of working undercover Amory agrees to one final mission. Vowing to get justice for the woman she promised, and failed, to protect, nothing will stand in her way, not the prolific criminal she’s determined to bring down and certainly not coming face to face with the man she fell in love with on her very first undercover assignment, even if he has no idea who she really is, or the part she played in his past.

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Amory was so engrossed in her thoughts she didn’t hear the approaching sound of bare feet, padding on the smooth wooden floor, until a deep groan broke through them and she looked up to see Jackson. His mussed, dark blond hair was shot through with strands of gold in the overhead lighting.

The man was incredibly made. His arms stretching up and behind his head caused the bottom of his t-shirt to lift a few teasing inches, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of a tanned, rock-hard stomach. They weren’t the sculpted lines that came from the gym, but powerful, solid muscles. A fine trail of hair led the way to the top of his loose navy shorts. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze was transfixed.

His legs were long and thick, every muscle rippling as he moved down the stairs into the hallway. A rush of heat shot through her body, setting every nerve alight. Her stomach rolled as she absorbed the sight while a little lower everything tightened and tingled. She’d hoped that her memory had been flawed, tinted by the rose-colored lenses of what she had long since accepted was her first love. That clearly wasn’t the case. Rather than letting himself go he had become more impressive. The slenderness of youth had filled out, living up to the promise of overwhelming masculinity.

His lean muscles had broadened, and whilst the softness of youth had faded from his features, it had left a strong profile in its wake. Jackson had grown up all man. She gulped, heat flooding her.

The good feeling from her run was replaced by a more base desire to touch every inch of his perfect body. To pull it hard against her own and feel those muscular planes mold against her. She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched him.

As she met his eyes, the feeling of heat evaporated, replaced by a harsh chill of dread that sank through to her toes. His emotions were playing across his face and it was clear that, despite her DCI’s reassurances, Jackson had joined the dots and figured out who she was. The recognition clearly shocked him as his whole body jolted abruptly to a stop.

Unable to move, she stared helplessly as he began to walk toward her, his face a mix of unreadable emotions. As he reached out, her body began to respond to the heat that rolled off of him. The scent of his skin washed over her, but she moved back defensively. It was a tactical mistake, giving away that she knew who he was, that she had known all along.

“Amory?” he whispered, hope shining oddly through that one word.

Almost imperceptibly shaking her head, all her professionalism flew out the window, and with her heart sinking she managed a stuttered whisper, “N-n-no… No, you’re wrong. I’m Olivia.”

No amount of training was going to get her through this. Despite her only half-admitted hope that he’d see who she really was, Amory knew too much was at stake for this to happen, but it had. Now she had to endure the awful consequences of him recognizing her, the hatred that would follow this moment.

About Me

I live in England and am married to an amazing Elvis and Neil Diamond tribute artist, thanks to whom I have a house full of jumpsuits and trophies. This, of course, is a source of much embarrassment to our two teenage children!

I am a little obsessive about books and have an embarrassingly huge and ever growing pile of things that I just 'have' to read next to my bed.

I squeeze my daydreaming ... ahem ... 'writing' around my family and my day job in HR, and am convinced that chocolate and diet coke should be considered a well-balanced diet!

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Thursday, June 28, 2018

When in Rome… @AsheBarker #dominance #spanking #contemporary #bdsm

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He wants to protect her, but can she trust him with her secrets?

After a terrifying encounter on the idyllic island of Capri, Lee Gallagher has no option but to accept help from a handsome stranger in a crimson Maserati. Sophisticated and drop-dead sexy, Rafe Sabbatini is a knight in shining armour fit for the 21st century.

Lee’s a loner, and fiercely independent. She came to Capri to paint. She’s not looking for a relationship, and certainly not one that involves finding herself tied to the bed of a sensual Latin lover.

But Rafe proves hard to resist. He wants the shy English woman he found by the roadside and he’s determined to have her. She’s been hurt. She’s scared and alone but Rafe knows just how to get past her fears to release the sensual woman beneath.

Rafe’s practiced, knowing touch easily overcomes her defences and promises to fulfil all Lee’s fantasies. But even as she surrenders to the stern commands and dominant loving of this enigmatic stranger she has secrets of her own, and a past which is fast catching up with her. Can Rafe protect her when danger threatens their fragile relationship?

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“Tell me what you would like, cara.”

“What? I don’t know…”

“Yes, you do. Or if not that, tell me what you are thinking of. Now. What are you imagining I might do to you?”

“I…I…”

“If you wish it to happen, you must say it. Ask me. Tell me.”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where should I touch you?”

“B-between my legs. Please.”

“You can do better than that, cara. English is not my first language, but I will understand if you tell me to stroke your pussy. Or to slide my fingers inside you, inside your hot, wet cunt and finger-fuck you. Do you want to say those things to me, little one?”

Lee closed her eyes, as though that might distance her from her words.

Rafe was having none of that. “Eyes on me, Lee. Speak to me.”

Lee returned her gaze to his and wondered how such darkness could be so hot. His eyes burned her, demanded truth from her, would settle for nothing less.

“I want you to touch my pussy. And finger-fuck me, please.”

His answering smile was dazzling. He leaned down, bracing himself on his arms until his lips brushed hers. “Good girl,” he murmured, an instant before his lips closed over hers.

Lee spasmed. Helpless, restrained, she arched under him and rubbed her erect nipples against his chest. Her inner walls convulsed and quivered, clenching on emptiness, and she wondered if it was possible to climax from words alone.

Mercifully, she didn’t need to find out. Rafe propped himself on one elbow, and his free hand slid through her folds, exploring, stroking, testing her arousal.

“Ah, so wet. Is this all for me, cara?”

“I… I think it must be.”

“Are you hot and tight, as well as wet?”

“I’m not sure. Perhaps…”

“How shall I discover the truth of the matter?”

Oh, God. Does he actually mean for me to say it out loud?


About Ashe Barker



USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Books for the Selective Reader - #EroticRomance #Suspense #BreakingRules #GuestBlogger

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By Akinyi Princess of K’Orinda-Yimbo (Guest Blogger)

Are readers manipulated? Do they read books they truly like?

I made a conscious decision to write erotic romance books for the discerning readers who, like me, want to read something a bit more substantial and worthwhile, in my opinion. I wanted to write books for readers who are ambitious enough to want to read about different lives, situations, and cultures that would negate the familiar grounds, not just something they can “easily identify with”. I’ve defied the rules and combined erotic romance with the thriller/mystery/crime genres. My hope is to cater to an audience that is selective, experimental and sophisticated enough to venture into something new.

So when the publishers’ editors asked me to write something erotic, I tried to veer away from the sort of bite-sized billionaire hero, and the woman who enjoys being dominated via the usual trademarks of blindfolds, chains, whips, or floggers and the like. I didn’t want to do yet another ©McErotica.

My focus reverted to my first award-wining series, Bound To Tradition, set in Africa and Europe between 1950 and 1979. From this unusual love story, I picked out the youngest daughter, Svadishana (Shana), now 32, and paired her off with a 28-year-old younger hero, Roman. Besides, I made them both “financial nomads” whose businesses span the globe, and therefore not bound in a single city or country.

I wrote what I call ©Sophisterotica that would appeal to me personally, as a reader. The sex scenes are penned the way I would want them both from the man and for me. In other words, I wrote for myself and hoped there are other women out there who would enjoy the sort of literature I would enjoy reading. There’s also the truism about writing what you know. I simply added more of my fantasies to that. I needed conviction in my work in order to give it all the passion and authenticity it deserves.

I’m convinced there are other readers who are prepared to read something different and original. To me traditional publishing has become a bit of a recycling business. Books are less likely to be chosen for publication based on their literary merit.  There was a time when publishing houses were true talent scouts, mentors, nurturers. Those days seem over. Today, publishers are more like bankers or repetitive, predictable production lines, much like the interconnected fashion and film industries.

I have nothing against readers who prefer erotica that involves physical and social pain and humiliation. I simply prefer erotic psychological battles that challenge the intellect a bit. But I’m aware there are a lot of readers who love those “typical” erotica books.

Like the Good Book says: Unto Caesar what it Caesar’s.   

Golden Shana: The Chase
by A P von K’Ory


Roman: I never chased after a woman. It was always the other way around. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, at the opera, and I didn’t even know her name. But I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.

Shana: He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them was as solid as a steel portal. The mutual force of predator and prey blasted its way into her core ... her soul ... Danger. Keep far away from him.


Marie: Some men were born to rule the world; others were born to ruin it. Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell was born to do both. But she loved him and awaited his baby.


Alyssa: He was the lover she wouldn’t tire of. Roman had something so damned perilous about him he was addictive. Who gets addicted to safe and riskless? Not her.


Golden Shana: The Capture
by A P von K’Ory


Roman: I wanted to eat all of her. Even within that fortress I longed to erect around her to hold her captive in, to keep her away from men not worthy of the sight of her, I’d devour her.


Shana: Roman was deadly sex. She had no antigenic for immunity against him. Instead she lay there on his bed, in an impossible state of sluttish disarray, holding her breath.


Marie: “So you didn’t bring your rich old cow with you.” The bitch was ten years older than her, years older than Roman himself. Weren’t men supposed to prefer younger women?


Alyssa: She was not going to let Roman treat her like a hole in the air. He started this triangle and she was going to make it equilateral.



Excerpt from The Chase

What a difference a day makes… And it hadn’t been a day. It had been an evening in Milan. Brief moments of an evening. I didn’t care about the consequences to whomever. Through my obsession with Svadishana I became aware of the fact that I was a person. A human being, not an almighty god, with all the baggage that comes with being that. I too – eureka! – had a heart pumping white and red corpuscles through my veins. Blood, not icicles.

Was it love I felt for Svadishana? A woman I’d spoken three whiny words – Please call me! – to? Was it more than simple lust and desire? Did I want to possess more than just her body?

Pondering these questions alone was so unlike me. That woman had turned me into an alien even unto my own self. What I felt, my inner voice said, was more than the thrill of the hunt. More than lust, desire, need, passion, the excitement of possession, and subjugation.

Of course all that was part of it. But the basis or the source, the seedbed on which all that sprouted and was growing to full blossom in me, could well be something else.

When I thought of her, saw her image from Milan in my mind, watched how she moved in long smooth strides in YouTube, my brow beaded with sweat. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the few photos I’d fished out of the Internet. Group photos at a family birthday or the authorized biography of her father. Her movements in a YouTube conference clip were springy and powerful even in
their smoothness. She exuded strength all over the place, laughing, talking, gesticulating.

A breath-taking beauty. Such beauty that I dared not believe it at times.

And brains to go with it.

In love or not, I knew what I wanted and Svadishana was the answer. I wanted her and would do anything short of suicide to get her. Who knows – perhaps when it came to that as the only means available, I’d really murder too. I didn’t in the least care about the consequences, as long as they got me to where I wanted to get to.

Svadishana’s arms and knickers and… heart?

What obsession, Roman. Get back to real.

No chance. Real was Svadishana.

Coming soon!




About the Author

A P Von K'Ory was born in Kisumu, the capital city of Luoland, Kenya, to the Luo royal houses of K'Orinda and Yimbo. She was sent to a public school in Yorkshire, England when she was too young to say "sod off". She studied Economics, Literature, and Journalism in London, graduating with firsts as a journalist from the London School of Journalism, as well as an economist from the London School of Economics.

Love took her to Bavaria, Germany where she further studied Germanistics and German-specific Economics and Socio-Philosophy. Her most recent personal achievement is her Ph.D. in Sociology and Geo-Politics in Germany, making her total number of doctorates five. She regards knowledge as a lifelong quest of learning something new.


Writing entered her world when A P was about five and never left. Apart from her numerous and published articles, theses, and papers, A P's first novel and personal favorite, Khiras Traum, was published in 2004 in German. There followed eight romance novels, including the award-winning Bound to Tradition trilogy. Her nonfiction book Darkest Europe and Africa's Nightmare: A Critical Observation of Neighboring Continents was published in New York.

In between other jobs (e.g. working as a cleaner in a mental asylum in northern Germany - great plots there just waiting for her!) and as a freelance journalist since 1980, she gives lectures and seminars in various German, Austrian, and Swiss universities, colleges and high schools on topics ranging from socio-economy in Africa, Business English, African literature and the socio-ethnological conflicts in the traditions of Africans and Europeans in particular, and the West in general.

A P is the winner of six awards from four continents, the last one being the Achievers Award for African Writer of the Year 2013 in the Netherlands. The Selmere Integration Prize was awarded her in 2014 for her engagement in helping African Women in the Diaspora cope with a variety of domestic and social problems. The Proposal, a short story, won the Cook Communications first prize in 2010 and is published in an American anthology Africa 2012. In 2012, she won the Karl Ziegler Prize for her commitment to bring African culture to Western society in various papers, theses, and lectures. Again in 2012, her book Bound to Tradition: The Dream was nominated for the 2012 Caine Prize by the Author-me Group, Sanford, and in 2013 she was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize.

Von K'Ory has a large extended family. She lives in Germany, France, Cyprus, and Greece with her husband, son and two grandsons.

She may be reached at any of the following:

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Amazon Author Page
 
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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

He felt the rightness of this union - #historical #fantasy #giveaway @TanyaAnneCrosby

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Fearing her “gifts” will be used to defeat her sister Matilda, Elspeth escapes the Black Mountain priory that has sheltered them since their father's death, only to find herself indebted to, of all men, a Scotsman, whose loyalties are in question...

Excerpt

Whatever Malcom had expected, it wasn’t this. Elspeth was standing near the brazier, wearing a scandalously diaphanous chainse that left little to the imagination. The room was misty, perhaps from her bath, and the firelight played off the shadows in her gown, revealing the shadowed valley of her breast and the darkened hollow between her thighs. Her red-gold hair was still damp and braided into one full plait that fell over her shoulder so that the damp, feathery tip teased at her nipple. God help him, even as tired as he was, the sight of her hardened him fully.

“I was…”

“Waiting for me?” he said with a slow, unfurling smile, and now that they were home, preparing to spend their first night… alone… in their bed... he felt the rightness of this union down to his bones—and in one bone more than any other.

He crossed the room and took her into his arms, kissing her soundly. “You’re here,” she said, once their lips parted. “Tis no dream.”

“Nay, lass. But if it is,” he said, “would that I never awaken,” and he drew her slowly toward the bed, kissing her shoulder, letting his hands roam freely over the treasure of her body.

About the Author


Tanya Anne Crosby is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of thirty novels. She has been featured in magazines, such as People, Romantic Times and Publisher's Weekly, and her books have been translated into eight languages. Her first novel was published in 1992 by Avon Books, where Tanya was hailed as "one of Avon's fastest rising stars." Her fourth book was chosen to launch the company's Avon Romantic Treasure imprint.

Known for stories charged with emotion and humor and filled with flawed characters Tanya is an award-winning author, journalist, and editor, and her novels have garnered reader praise and glowing critical reviews. She and her writer husband split their time between Charleston, SC, where she was raised, and northern Michigan, where the couple make their home.

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