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Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Time to Feed Your Reader! #FreeBooks #Giveaway

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Is the news getting you down? Are you staying away from people to try to stay healthy? Are you looking for things to help you beat cabin fever?

Let us help you!!!

Here's a great way to fill up your eReader and save money, too!

Click on this link:http://www.goddessfish.com/promo/feed-your-reader-bargain-books/ to find books in your favorite genres that are currently only $0.99 or maybe even FREE and feed your reader!!!

We have all the subgenres of romance: contemporary, historical, erotic, romantic suspense, scifi and fantasy romance, paranormal romance... along with many many other genres... check them out to see if you find something that tickles your fancy!

There's also a chance for you to win a $25 Amazon/BN GC - check out the Rafflecopter at the end of the post.

Here are the links to different categories:









Non-romance Science Fiction or Fantasy: http://www.goddessfish.com/promo/feed-your-reader-non-romance-science-fiction-or-fantasy/



As part of this event, I’m promoting my free story collection Crowd Pleaser: Sexy Shorts. Here’s a teaser from “Reunion”, a BDSM romance tale from that collection. You can get the whole book free, in any ebook format, at Smashwords.




Three years since I last saw him, and now his plane is late. I perch on the edge of the chair across from the American Airlines desk where he told me to meet him, tension winding me tighter with every moment.

It's always like this. My chest aches. It's difficult to breathe. My nipples are as taut and swollen as if he already had them wrapped in elastic bands. I try not to be distracted by the stickiness between my bare thighs. I glance at the arrivals screen. His flight has just landed. Ten minutes, fifteen at most, before I can expect him. I fill my lungs deliberately and try to slow my racing pulse.

I hover between joy and terror. It has been so long, too long. What will he think of me, the strands of gray in my hair, the new wrinkles? What will he ask of me? Will I be able to give him what he needs? I remember other reunions, too few, too short. No time for more than a few kisses, a few playful swats on my bared butt.
I remember lying on his lap in Golden Gate Park, my skirt flipped up around my waist. I can precisely recreate my shame and my excitement. I recall slouching down in the front seat of his car in a dark, sweltering parking garage, while he unbuttoned my blouse and dabbled his fingers in my cunt, naming me as his slut. A few hours every few years is all we manage, a country and my marriage separating us even as our history and our fantasies draw us together.

Today will be different. I've booked us a hotel room, in this city where neither of us live. We have the entire day. My husband waits for me at home, while I wait here in the airport for my master.

I don't call him that to his face. He'd mock me, his voice bitter. “If I were your master, I'd simply order to you leave him and come to me, and you would.” He doesn't give me that order, although I suspect that he's tempted. He refrains, out of respect for me and my choices, or maybe in fear that his power over me is not as great as he would like to imagine. He spares us both, and I'm grateful, though now, waiting, burning to see him again, I almost wish that he'd put me to that ultimate test and take away the awful yearning that I feel when we're apart.

Every one of my senses is on alert, yet he manages to surprise me. I'm looking toward the gates. He comes from the other direction and calls to me softly. “Sarah.”

I start and then laugh nervously. When I stand up, my bag tumbles off my lap to the floor, toys clattering inside. “You're here!” I feel clumsy, silly, stupid, but when he bends to kiss me, everything but the joy disappears. I'm flooded with it, gasping, overwhelmed.

In his limbs I feel his pitiless strength. His lips, though, are gentle, questioning. Am I still his? I melt, open my mouth and my mind to him. Does he sense the answer? Sometimes I am certain that he reads my thoughts. He laughs ironically and calls me suggestible. I don't know what to believe, which suits him perfectly. He wants me a bit off-balance.

I struggle to act normal, as if I were just meeting an old friend. “How was your flight? Did you have trouble with your connections? What about your baggage? Is that the only jacket you have? October here can be kind of chilly...”

Hush,” he says, laying a blunt finger upon my lips. “Don't chatter. Take me to the hotel.” 

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Participating authors have pooled their resources to support a giveaway. 

One randomly selected reader will receive a $25 bookstore gift certificate.

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8 comments:

Goddess Fish Promotions said...

Thanks for hosting!

Jamilla said...

Thank you so much for all you do. Be safe and have a wonderful day :)

Starra said...

Thank you for hosting Bay of Darkness in the non-romance Fantasy genre!

Fiona McGier said...

Great excerpt, Lisabet! I've realized lately that I've got at least 4 short stories that have no home, and never have. I just write them for my own amusement. Maybe someday I'll collect them and publish them like you did here.

Gina Briganti said...

Thank you for hosting #feedyourreader today! I've been enjoying getting to know your books more over the last few days.

I’m excited to offer three of my books for 0.99; Saunders’ Choice and The Dreaming in fantasy romance and my non-fiction self-help workbook, Keep It Simple: Permission to Illuminate Your Life Easily, Effortlessly, & Joyfully. I think this is a great time to indulge in self-reflection and reading.

Best of luck to everyone in the giveaway!

Laura M. Baird said...

Thank you for hosting!

Felicia Denise said...

Thank you for hosting Feed Your Reader, including my women's fiction story, "Free, a Novella."

Stay safe!

Marle said...

Your the best for hosting and on a broader scale writing as you do and us readers love. Stay safe. Be well.

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