Today
is the 29th
of February, a date that rolls around only once every four years. By
tradition, this is Sadie Hawkins Day, a day when women are allowed to
go
after the
men they
want, rather
than waiting patiently
to
be pursued. Seemed like an appropriate day to release my new
boxed
set Vegas
Babes: The complete series.
This
massive, 600 page plus, volume collects all five of my outrageous
erotica titles from the Vegas Babes series. It also includes a lively
introduction by Larry Archer, the creator of The Fox’s Den strip
club where many of the books’ most memorable scenes unfold. Pick up
a copy and venture into a world of
exuberant sexual excess and open-minded romance, where no fantasy is
too wild to explore and everyone gets a thrilling, sticky happy
ending.
To
celebrate the release, I have an exclusive, never-before-shared
excerpt. I’m also giving away:
o
A $10 Amazon gift certificate;
o
A free ebook copy of the first Vegas Babes title, Hot Brides in
Vegas;
o
A free ebook copy of my equally outrageous holiday title, Santa,
Baby!
To
enter, just leave me a comment. Let me know if you’ve ever gone
after a guy you desired!
Buy
Links
Kinky
Literature:
Amazon
US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0852RXW6X
Amazon
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0852RXW6X
Amazon
CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0852RXW6X
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AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0852RXW6X
Exclusive
Excerpt
Laura
might not be interested in girl-on-girl games herself, but she had to
admit that her best friend looked hot squirming and bucking against
the slave’s face. The slave was pretty sexy, too. Zoe’s
near-platinum hair shimmered down her back as she dove deeper into
Franny’s pussy. The sub’s bent-over position raised and
highlighted her shapely ass cheeks, which were pale as two moons.
Looking more closely, though, Laura thought she could discern faint
streaks of pink on those white globes, in a regular pattern. The
marks of Chantal’s whip?
A
shiver of excitement ran through Laura’s body, tightening her
nipples and dampening her sex. She’d never done anything
kinky—never really considered it—but now she wondered whether she
could somehow convince Steve to spank her.
Probably.
Her big, strong, well-hung husband normally did whatever she asked,
at least in the bedroom, though she knew he’d never want to really
hurt her. That was fine. She was just a bit—curious.
“Hey,
ladies!” Annie’s bright voice interrupted Laura’s lascivious
musings. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable!”
The
bride almost skipped over to the group of women near the pool, her
ginger-colored curls bouncing. Although she was nearly twenty six,
her petite build, freckled nose, unruly hair and slightly manic
energy made her seem much younger. Annie never managed to get in to
any entertainment venue without being carded. In fact, she’d had
clerks refuse to sell her tickets to R rated movies.
Dropping
the two grocery bags she’d been carrying, she gave Chantal an
enthusiastic hug. “Thank heavens! We’ve been following the
Weather Channel—looks grim!”
Chantal
kissed her on the lips, a gesture the bride did not refuse. “It’s
Chicago,” she replied when she finally released the woman’s tiny
but voluptuous body. “It’s normal.”
“Well,
I’m very relieved. I would have been so-o-o disappointed if you
weren’t here.” The redhead looked around at her special guests.
“This is kind of like a reunion for me—a reminder of one of the
happiest days of my life.” All at once she seemed to notice the
young blonde kneeling on Francesca’s chaise. Fran herself just lay
there twitching in the afterglow of her climax. “I’m sorry, I
don’t think we’ve met…”
Chantal
gave her sub an almost imperceptible nod.
“I’m
Zoe. I’m with Chantal.”
Laura
saw Annie’s eyes go wide as she took in the sub’s costume.
“Congratulations
on your marriage, by the way,” the girl continued. “I hope you
and Ted will be really happy.”
“Um—thanks…”
Annie gestured at Francesca’s limp form. “Is she okay?”
“She’s
recovering from a demonstration of Zoe’s oral talents,” said
Chantal. “Would you like Zoe to do you, too? I’m sure she’d be
delighted to eat your undoubtedly sweet pussy.”
A
blush darkened Annie’s freckles. “Um—thanks. Maybe later. I’ve
got a lot to do right now to get ready for the party tonight. And my
brother should be here any minute. He texted me from the airport.”
Laura
sat up so fast her naked breasts jiggled. “I didn’t know you had
a brother.”
Annie’s
smile grew wistful. “My only family, since our father died five
years ago. Rod’s going to give me away. That’s what Dad would
have wanted.” Her sunny disposition reasserted itself. “I’m so
excited! I haven’t seen him in more than a year. He lives in LA…”
“Annabelle
baby!” A rich, deep, overwhelmingly masculine voice boomed through
the courtyard.
“Rod!”
Annie squealed, racing to meet the tall, dark stranger who’d just
entered the pool area.
“Hey,
Sis!” The newcomer dumped his duffel onto the floor and enfolded
Annie in his arms. He wore a tight black tee shirt that highlighted
his tanned biceps and sculpted pecs. A wave of delicious weakness
swept through Laura’s body as she watched his muscles flex under
bronzed skin. When Rod
palmed Annie’s buttocks in a distinctly non-familial manner,
Laura’s pussy tingled in sympathy. Now here was a plaything that
interested her!
Though
Rod was probably as tall as her husband Steve, he had a more slender,
wiry build. His faded but expensive jeans clung to his lean thighs
like a second skin. Masses of ragged, jet black hair covered the back
of his neck and fell into his eyes, which had a compelling, hypnotic
quality. His nose was aquiline, his lips as full as a girl’s. She
caught the gleam of a gold earring through the shaggy locks. Despite
the heat, his feet were clad in heavy leather boots. Still, when he
released his sister and strode over to greet the rest of the group,
he moved lightly, with the energy and economy of a dancer. His style
and manner made Laura think of a rock star.
“And
who are these beauties?” he asked, his slightly predatory smile
showing perfect white teeth. Laura resisted the urge to cover her
naked tits. Instead, she arched her back a bit, elevating them to his
blatantly hungry gaze.
Annie
skipped to his side, giving his hand a squeeze. Next to him, she
looked about fourteen.
“Francesca,
Laura and Chantal, this is my big brother Rod.”
Laura
offered him her most welcoming smile. I wonder if he’s big
everywhere.
“These
ladies were responsible for my getting together with Ted,” the
bride continued.
Rod
arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Ted
was best man at my wedding six months ago,” said Franny, though
this really didn’t begin to explain the complicated connections
that had led to Annie’s wedding.
“Anyway,
I really wanted them here to help me celebrate.” Rod’s grin grew
wider in response to Annie’s enthusiasm. He gestured toward Zoe,
who was still perched on Fran’s lounger. “And what about this
lovely creature?”
“She’s
my slave,” said Chantal with pride.
Laura
caught a flicker of something dangerous in Rod’s eyes as he took in
Zoe’s clamped nipples and padlocked pussy. His fists opened and
closed as if he wanted to grab her. “Nice,” he murmured. “Very
nice. Do you lend her out?” He held Chantal’s gaze. “I won’t
leave any marks.”
Chantal
released a bell-like laugh. “Oh, Zoe loves to be marked!”
“All
the better.”
“But
I’ll have to get to know you first,” the ebony-skinned Domme
continued. “Even if you are Annie’s brother.”
“Oh,
I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” He swept his eyes
over the group of attractive females. “All of you.”
Excitement
fluttered in Laura’s belly. Rod’s arrogant self-confidence turned
her legs to jelly.
“Rod,
behave yourself,” Annie scolded. “Franny and Laura are both
newlyweds.”
“So?
I get the feeling that none of you are exactly nuns.” He gave Laura
a look she would have called a leer, if he hadn’t been so flat out
gorgeous. “And didn’t you say you wanted to celebrate?”
Annie
nodded. “Tonight’s our own little private party. Just close
friends.”
“And
family,” Rod added.
“Well,
selected members!”
*
* *
Sound
like fun? It is! Pick up your copy today. (By the way, it turns out that Annie's brother is a rock star!)
And
don’t forget to enter my giveaway. Just leave a comment sharing
your experiences (if any) as the chaser rather than the chasee!
11 comments:
Congratulations ���� on your new release
Yes in college his name was John, we dated until his family told him it was me or his inheritance.
Congratulations on your release. Yay! The book sounds so sexy. I love it. I usually don't go after anyone I am just too shy or afraid of the rejection LOL
Congrats on your box set release Lisabet! :) No I have not been brave enough...
Congrats! None to share
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
Hot, hot, hot!
Yes, he was dating a close friend, but he really was a great dancer. Most guys look like fish on a hook, flopping around on the dance floor. This guy had some major hot moves! So without asking her, I "borrowed" him for a weekend. Got to dance both nights until the bar closed. Then the horizontal bop until we both passed out. Good times! Not sure if she ever forgave me, even though I "returned" him, none-the worse for wear! Ah, I really enjoyed my youth...and lots of other people's as well!
Congrats on the book. I just found out about this today too. It's interesting. Don't have one to share.
humhumbum@yahoo.com
Congrats on the box set. Been there done that only once. Was a lot younger and that's all I will say!
Looks good. I have to say no to the question.
debby236 at gmail dot com
Yep, I've done my share of the pursuing...
Trix, vitajex(at)aol(dot)com
This sounds Delicious!!
Thanks to everyone for coming out to help me celebrate!
And big congratulations to my winners, Colleen, Fiona and Trix!
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