Monday, September 7, 2020

Every sensation grew more acute - #MRFWSteam #MFRWAuthor #Giveaway #LGBTQ


Welcome to the MFRW Steam Hop – a monthly blog hop event dedicated to super-hot romance! Today many of the members of the Marketing for Romance Authors group are sharing bits from their most sensual stories, for you to enjoy.

This month I’m sampling from my FFF paranormal romance The Witches of Gloucester.

Its not about power. Its about love.

The historic port of Gloucester, Massachusetts has a special charm, due at least in part to its resident witches. For decades, raven-maned Marguerite and red-headed Beryl have lived among its hard-working inhabitants, making magic and mischief. Love and sex fuel their supernatural abilities, but duality limits their power. To reach their full potential, they need a third witch to complete their circle.

Rejected as a nymphomaniac by her puritanical boyfriend, Emmeline escapes to Gloucester to work on her PhD thesis. From the moment she arrives, Marguerite and Beryl sense her erotic vitality and unrecognized paranormal talent. The platinum-haired beauty may well be the enchantress they have been awaiting for so long. Now they need to show Em that her prodigious libido is a gift, not a liability, and to persuade her that her destiny lies in the sea-girt town they guard, and in their arms.

In keeping with (my own!) tradition, I’ll give away an ebook copy of this lush lesbian fantasy to one randomly chosen person who leaves me a comment.

Enjoy! Leave me a comment! And once your heart rate has returned to normal, I hope you’ll use the links at the end of this post to visit the other authors participating in today’s hop!


Excerpt (FFF, X-rated)

In the sweet darkness, every sensation grew more acute. Marguerite deepened the kiss, sucking Emmy’s tongue into her mouth, while Beryl stroked Emmy’s back, belly and thighs. The wandering hands barely touched Emmeline’s body but everywhere they traveled, delicious heat followed.

Sparks danced along Em’s naked skin in the wake of Beryl’s fingers. Naked? When had she removed her clothing? Her eyes fluttered open. Shadows hung in the opulent room, shaped by candles that flickered on the mantel. It was nearly midsummer. How could the night have come so quickly?

Embarrassment, wonder and need warred within her. Arousal coursed through her body in shimmering waves, so intense it was almost pain. She found herself splayed nude upon the carpet, arms flung out and erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. Her knees were bent, her thighs spread wide in lewd invitation. Moisture seeped from her exposed cleft, dampening the silky nap of the rug beneath her.

Beryl knelt in the gap between Em’s legs, equally naked, her porcelain-pale skin gleaming in the dimness. Candlelight struck glints from her coppery crown. Emmeline couldn’t help staring at the matching tangle hiding the woman’s sex. She ached to part that auburn curtain and taste the moist flesh it concealed.

The older woman grinned. Mischief glittered in her emerald eyes. “Time enough for that later, girl. The first climax must be yours. Trust us. We won’t harm you. We just want to teach you who you are.”

We. The plural made Emmeline wonder about Marguerite.

I’m here, darling.” The lilting, cultured voice came from behind her. Em twisted backward. Marguerite knelt just above her head, thighs parted, buttocks resting on her heels. The tawny beauty’s pubic curls were mere inches from her own silvery locks, releasing clouds of tidal perfume. Flawless butterscotch-brown skin stretched over Marguerite’s lush breasts and swelling hips. Sleek muscles shifted under the smooth surface as she leaned over to brush her lips across Emmeline’s.

Even that brief contact sent lightning sizzling to Em’s cunt. For an instant she teetered on the edge of climax, before the luscious pressure subsided.

Shall we take you, Emmeline?” Maguerite’s question wound its way into Emmeline’s consciousness, through a haze of lust. “You must ask us. The ritual requires it.”

The ritual? What did she mean?

Speak up, girl.” A hint of impatience, or possibly worry, edged Beryl’s voice. “Do you want us to fuck you?”

Oh God! Emmeline sucked air into her lungs. Everything tightened inside. Once more she dangled, a breath away from release. Somehow, she knew she couldn’t reach it on her own.

Yes.” A whisper, a sigh, an admission of shameful need. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”

Beryl’s palms nudged Em’s thighs wider. Delicate fingers parted her lower lips. Hot breath streamed over her soaked, swollen folds. Her clit twitched and jumped under the gentle assault. Her hips jerked reflexively, seeking the contact she craved, the friction she needed.

Beryl swept a rough tongue over the sensitized nub. The world came apart.

A whirlwind seized Emmeline’s body – not a metaphorical storm but a real gale that sent her flying into humid darkness. The cyclone tossed her about like a rag doll. Meanwhile, she shuddered in the throes of a climax almost too intense to bear. Pleasure racked her, erupting from deep in her pelvis and flowing molten to her extremities. As each bout of sensations faded, a new burst of ecstasy flowered in her core. Meanwhile the strange wind bore her aloft, whipping her hair against her face.

Fear tarnished her pleasure. Neither the wind nor the orgasm was like anything she’d ever experienced.

Trust us. Beryl and Marguerite, in unison, in the wind, in her mind. Warmth and comfort flooded her as Emmeline recognized their presence. They were here in the darkness, protecting her, guiding her. Let go, they urged, and she did, soaring even higher on the wings of indescribable delight.

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K.A. Raines_Writer said...

This was very sexy and very well-written! I love books with a supernatural angle, and the fact that the charcters' sexualities feed their magic makes this extra alluring. Thanks for sharing!


Gale Stanley said...

Love it! Tweeted!

Kathryn R. Blake said...

Wow! Very erotic. I'd call this the sensual awakening of Emmeline. It's one of those scenes that makes you wonder how she'll react once her sensual haze has cleared and they are all gathered around the kitchen table having morning coffee. Great teaser.

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Daryl Devoré said...

Whew - did it ever get hot in here. Excellent.

Jana Richards said...

Fabulous scene!

Savanna Kougar said...

I love witches, these type of witches that is. And my imagination adores your descriptive voice. Beautifully erotic!

Dee S Knight and Anne Krist said...

So hot, and adding witches to the mix is exciting. You always please, Lisabet.

Kelley Heckart said...

I love sexy witch tales.

L.C. said...

Two things, I'm still trying to find out what MRFW means, and I'd love to read this! harperyn (at) outlook (dot) com

Lisabet Sarai said...

Thanks to all who commented! Sorry I'm so late, but the winner of the free book is L.Emmaline. Congratulations!

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