My Book is a Game! #Gaming #EroticFantasy #Menage

Quite a while ago, I agreed to sell gaming rights to my BDSM ménage erotic romance The Ingredients of Bliss. I just heard from the publisher Totally Bound that the game will be released soon. They sent me a copy of the game image (above). Isn’t it wild? It’s a lovely, sexy picture, but doesn’t seem to have much to do with the original novel!

Here’s the link to the game company, if you’re interested: https://romancefate.com/

And here’s the blurb – and an excerpt – from the original novel!

Blurb

One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?

Accomplished cook Mei Lee ‘Emily’ Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner Mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.

When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organisations?

 

Excerpt

My culinary star was rising, as demonstrated by our ratings. Then there was this all-expenses-paid trip to France—quite a perk. All I had to do was control my libido, at least in public. It should have been easy. But the lovely Frenchman sitting across from me, so debonair and so vulnerable, was a terrible temptation.

“I really am sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. “I guess you must be jealous.”

Why was I apologizing to him? I was supposed to be the one in charge.

“Less than you might think,” he answered, with an enigmatic half smile. “Far less than if you’d told me you played the mistress with him as well.”

My cheeks burned. We’d never discussed his passion for surrender before. Outside of one of our scenes, he acted the role of Gallic martinet with the same flair as always.

The change made me very nervous.

“We’re fortunate to have hit such perfect weather,” I babbled. Indeed, the cloudless blue bowl of the sky and the mild, benevolent sunshine made the iconic scene look like some picture postcard. “Harry told me the cameras aren’t really intended for outdoor use…”

“Mei Lee.” The severity I heard in his voice contrasted with the yearning I still read in his eyes. “Don’t change the subject.”

Chastened, I pushed the crumbs around on my plate.

“May I come to your room tonight?”

“Uh—tonight?” I searched frantically for some excuse that would not wound him too deeply. Tonight I was promised to Harry.

With the confusion of our arrival and the hectic preparations for our Paris show the previous day, I’d slept alone for the past two nights. Tomorrow we would move on to Lyon, but not until after lunch—no six am alarm like the past two mornings. My Master had guaranteed we’d have a special evening.

“Or do you have other plans?” Etienne nodded toward Harry’s approaching form.

Before I could answer, Harry sank into the third chair at the marble-topped table, wiped his sleeve across his brow then signaled to the waiter.

“Iced tea with lemon, please…”

The clean-shaven young man gave him a look of haughty incomprehension.

I stepped into the breach. “Thé glacée avec citron, s’il vous plait.”

The garçon’s eyes widened in surprise at my near-perfect accent. With a curt nod, he disappeared back into the shadowed interior of the café.

Harry chuckled. “Thanks, Emily. I’d be lost here without you.” Stretching out his long legs under the table, he tipped his chair back. “You two have it easy. It’s hot as hell out there in the middle of the square.”

“Well, we are the stars,” I teased. “But I don’t find it too warm.”

“Try lugging an ENG camera on your shoulder for half an hour and see how you feel.”

“I thought that was Mack’s job. Anyway, if you think this is hot, you should try summer in Hong Kong. Thirty plus degrees and ninety-five percent humidity!”

“Hmph!” Etienne pushed his chair away from the table and rose to his feet. “Not my preferred climate at all.”

You see, Grandmother? He’s not the one I should bring home to meet the family.

“Excuse me for a moment.” The chef followed in the waiter’s footsteps, presumably seeking the toilets. I found myself straining to catch a glimpse of his crotch. Perhaps he was on his way to relieve himself in a different way than the obvious. However, he turned his back before I could gauge his level of tumescence.

“Ahem!”

I swiveled back to face Harry, feeling guilty as a kid who’d filched a pork bun behind his mother’s back.

“What have you been up to, Emily? You’re blushing.”

For the ten millionth time, I cursed my pale skin. But then Harry could read me even in the dark.

“Nothing. Etienne and I were just…um…just talking.”

“About what?”

He didn’t touch me, but I felt the force of his implacable will. He crossed his arms over his chest—he was wearing a red polo shirt that was just tight enough to show off his delicious pecs—fixed me those espresso-brown eyes, and waited for me to succumb.

I stared into my empty cup. I really didn’t want to share the content of Etienne’s and my recent conversation. It seemed too intimate, too personal. On the other hand, I owed Harry at least the same honesty that I’d given to Etienne.

“Ah—well, we were talking about you. About you and me. And about Etienne’s…uh…needs.”

“Excellent! It sounds as though he’s becoming a bit more comfortable with the whole idea.”

I nodded. I found discussing the chef’s masochistic desires in the broad light of day to be deeply disconcerting, but most likely it was a healthy sign.

“And?”

“And he wants to come to my room, to ‘serve’ me. Tonight.”

“Perfect!” Harry rubbed his hands together like some cartoon villain. If he’d had a moustache, he’d have been twirling it. “Tell him he can come. No, order him to come.”

“But—what about us? You promised you’d come to my room tonight. Every time I look at the brass headboard on my bed, I get excited…”

“I’ll be there, love.”

I didn’t like that evil grin of his at all. Well, I did like it—perhaps too much, because I remembered the other times I’d seen it decorating his kissable mouth—but it definitely had me worried. “Harry? What are you planning? I don’t want this to blow up in our faces. We’re stuck here with Etienne for the next two-and-a-half weeks.”

He swung an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a smoldering kiss. I forgot my concerns, at least for the duration. “Don’t you trust me by now, Emily? Nothing is going to blow up in our faces. We’re just going to take the next logical step in our relationship.”

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If you’re more into reading than gaming... pick up a copy of this entertaining and surprising romance.

https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=3560

https://www.amazon.com/Ingredients-Bliss-Whats-Her-Secret-ebook/dp/B00N37B8A8

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-ingredients-of-bliss-lisabet-sarai/1120338111?ean=9781784301859

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