Dark desires flourish ... #BDSM #femdom #suspense #SaturdaySpanks

 

It’s Saturday – so let’s have some BDSM fun with a Saturday Spanks post!

This bit of femdom comes from my erotic thriller Bangkok Noir. In fact this book is quite dark and raw – one of the few books I've written that does not have a HEA - but this particular scene is enlightened by mutual lust.

Blurb

Dark desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels

Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She's the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused.

Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor's star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can't understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.

As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim.

I made him wait for several minutes, while I became familiar with the belt. It was smooth and supple. I held it to my nose and breathed deeply; my cunt quivered in response. Leather always has that effect on me. I slipped the belt between my legs and ran it back and forth between my pussy lips. Lubricating it. The sensation was delicious. I found myself hoping that my victim would break quickly, so that I could experience some personal relief.

My first stroke took him by surprise. The leather whistled through the air and landed squarely across both buttocks. A scarlet trail erupted in its wake.

Apichat choked back a cry of pain and shock. I came around to look at this face. There were tears in his eyes.

"Too much?" I asked softly.

"Oh no, Ajarn. No. It just that it has been so long."

"So I should continue, then?"

He raised his eyes to mine. "Please, Ajarn."

My second stroke sliced clean and sharp across his shoulders. His body shook with the force of it, but he remained silent. The third blow painted red patterns across the backs of his thighs. His muscles clenched each time I struck, but still he made no sound.

Ten strokes. Twenty. His skin began to look as though he had been barbecued. I paused to check his state, a bit worried. His eyes were closed. His tousled hair was matted against his sweaty brow. His breathing was deep and even. And his russet-colored cock was rigid as stone.

"Enough?" I whispered in his ear. He shook his head.

"More," he croaked hoarsely. "Please, more."

I gave him twenty more strokes. His buttocks twitched and his back arched each time the leather kissed him. My arms and back began to ache. I'm not young any more. Still, he offered his body to me, mutely asking for my power, my pain.

Finally, it was I who couldn't take any more. I unfastened the handcuffs. He crumpled to the floor.

 

Was he unconscious? I crouched beside him, rolling him over on his back.

"Colonel? Are you all right?"

He opened his eyes and smiled, though his voice was a weak whisper. "Oh yes. Thank you, Ajarn." He let his eyes close again, exhausted, but his face was calm and relaxed.

There he was, simultaneously so vulnerable, and so strong. With that cock of his still rearing up between those sinewy thighs. I had no choice.

I reached for his trousers and rummaged once more in his pockets. As I hoped, I found a condom. I straddled his skinny body and lowered my slippery cunt onto his swollen organ.

His cock convulsed as my heat engulfed him. "Don't come, slave," I warned, "or I'll beat you some more." He said nothing, but I could swear that he struggled not to grin. Leaning over, I forced my nipple into his mouth. "Suck on this, slave, and be grateful. Maybe after I climax, I'll let you come."

He answered by arching his back, driving his cock into my depths. Unexpectedly, that was enough to push me over the edge. I plummeted down, down, flying through a void where there was nothing but pleasure. Pleasure swirled around me, shimmered through me.

I felt his teeth sink into my breast. His nails scored my buttocks. Dimly I heard grunts, sensed renewed heat as he exploded inside me. Pleasure, the sweet pure pleasure of lust long denied, washed every other sensation away.

Buy Links (Audio)

Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Bangkok-Noir-Audiobook/B071PDZMWQ?qid=1496335661&sr=1-2

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir/dp/B072636CWY/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35280466-bangkok-noir

Buy Links (Ebook)

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir-Thriller-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00NIABWK6/

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bangkok-noir-lisabet-sarai/1114303601?ean=2940150400511

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/bangkok-noir-4

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28499362-bangkok-noir

Sexy Listening (#newrelease #audiobook #bdsm)

Exciting news! My BDSM thriller Bangkok Noir is now available as an audio book!

A few months ago, I got an email from Jim Lyon at WordWooze Publishing, asking if I’d be interested in publishing an audio version of Bangkok Noir. Of course I was extremely flattered to have a publisher come to me...! When I thought about it, I had to agree that the book was an excellent candidate for audio. It’s written in the first person, alternating two different characters. In both cases the voice is intimate, almost confessional.

Anyway, I haven’t had the chance to listen to the story yet, but you can listen to a sample here:

https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Bangkok-Noir-Audiobook/B071PDZMWQ

The book is also available on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir/dp/B072636CWY/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top

In the hopes that I can tempt you to buy the book, here’s an excerpt.

When the police colonel walked into my bar, I knew it was a bad sign. I was pretty sure that I was up-to-date on protection money. I knew the documents proving that all my girls were over eighteen were stowed in my safe, and I'd done a drug check only yesterday, but I couldn't help worrying.

Police Colonel Apichat wasn't a bad sort. He was always polite, both to me and to my girls, when he came by to pick up the monthly envelope of cash. Occasionally, he'd even accept my offer of a drink. He'd sit at the bar, nursing a Chang beer, hungry eyes surveying the dancers as though he wanted to devour them.

I'd send over two of my prettiest employees to try and cheer him up, but with all their teasing and flirting, he rarely smiled.

That night, though, he looked even more serious than usual. And he was not alone. Behind his wiry, dark-skinned frame I saw the crewcut bulk of his lieutenant, Narongchai. The girls called him Kwai, buffalo, though he reminded me more of a gorilla.

I hurried over to Apichat, and gave him respectful wai. "Colonel, this in an unexpected pleasure. Please come inside. Can I offer you and your companion a drink?"

"Thank you, Madame," he said in English. He always speaks English to me, even though he knows that I'm fluent in Thai. "We are on duty. In any case, we come to tell you the terrible news."

Terrible news? Was the government on another morality and social order campaign? "Yes? What news?"

"A girl from SuperVamp bar was killed last night. Choked to death in a hotel room."

A chill ran down my spine. SuperVamp is on the next soi. I know lots of girls who work there.

"What was her name?"

"Suwannee. Her nickname was Nee." It didn't ring a bell. The name was a common one.

I thought for a moment. "If the murder took place in a hotel room, it should be easy to find the killer. Just look at the registration records."

Colonel Apichat sighed. He was obviously very disturbed. "The victim registered by herself, and paid in cash. The desk clerk never saw her companion." Anger flared briefly in his flat brown eyes. "I don't understand why these girls are not more careful. We make the laws to protect them. They just ignore the laws."

I didn't bother to point out that this was the typical Thai attitude toward laws of any kind. Maybe it was a kind of Buddhist non-resistance, letting the laws flow around them without touching them.

Apichat put his hand to his brow as if he was in pain.

"So, how can we help you, Colonel?"

"Warn your girls. If they see anything that makes them suspicious, tell them to call '1771'. It's a special hotline number we have set up since the crime. Tell them to program it into their mobiles, and to always make sure their phones are nearby."

I nodded. "Of course. I'll talk to them right away." I knew the women who worked for me would pay far more attention to a warning from me than from the police. "Is there anything else?"

He looked troubled. "I think your girls need to be especially careful."

"Why is that?"

"The girl who was killed—well, there was evidence that she had been involved in some S&M activity." He obviously found it difficult to talk about this. "She was found tied to the bed, with plastic clothespins on her nipples, cigarette burns on her arms and legs, and vibrators inside her." The plural seemed to make him particularly uncomfortable.

He pulled himself together and looked me straight in the eye. "We understand your establishment tends to attract—that sort of people."

Get your copy today!

https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Bangkok-Noir-Audiobook/B071PDZMWQ

 

Back List Blast: Bangkok Noir (#bdsm #lgbt #thailand)

Get your copy today! Amazon B&N Excessica

I picked up the little whip that Ajarn gave me to use in my act and swirled the thongs lazily around above my head. Then I stuck it between my thighs and rubbed it back and forth. Mmm. I could smell myself, as I got more and more wet.

I checked my audience. Everyone was watching me. I chose first one man, then another. I stared at each one until he was too embarrassed and lowered his head. I didn 't smile, just stared. Letting them know with my eyes that I was in charge. The boss lady.

At the end of the row of benches, I noticed somebody new. A handsome farang with hair the color of straw, wearing business clothes that looked expensive. He smiled at me, a strange smile that made me feel like I was naked.

Of course, my costume doesn't hide very much. Normally, that gives me a feeling of power. Maybe I will allow them to see the hidden parts. Maybe not.

With this man, it didn't matter what I was wearing. I felt like he could see right through my clothing. Like he could see every bit of me, even if I wore street clothes. My nipples started to ache, and my G-string got more slippery than ever.

For the first time since I started working for Ajarn, I was nervous. I stumbled on my spiky heels. I almost lost my balance. Luckily, I was able to turn the mistake into a sexy dip that showed off my bare rear. Most of the customers didn't notice.

The blond man was not fooled.

My heart was beating so hard that it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing, the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the farang looking at me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie.

I stayed in the bathroom for as long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief.

I headed toward the bar to get a Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had to look away.

Ajarn was on the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away."

"Let me go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.

"Sit," he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you."

His smile made me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?"

"My name Nok. What your name?"

"You can call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"

I nodded. He brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped.

"Very appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to their masters.

Without warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.

So I gave up. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.

He kissed me harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.

Suddenly, he pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine like lightning.

"You like that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was telling me. And he was right.

I was terribly embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.

He bent me backwards. My hair nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other nipple and sucked. I felt like his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there. It was heaven. I reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands away.

Then, when I was not expecting it, he sank his teeth into my flesh. Everything went dark for an instant. Then pain exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning up, but I wanted to burn.

When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. That strange smile was on his face, but he also looked worried. "That's enough for tonight, Nok," he murmured. "I have an appointment elsewhere. But I will come back for you, soon."

I was too dazed to say anything. He stuffed a thousand baht note into the cup with the bill, to cover two one hundred baht drinks, and stood to leave. I grabbed his shirt. Not thinking, but not wanting him to go.

"Please, sir..."

He flicked his thumb across one of my aching nipples. Delicious echoes of pain rippled through me. "Be patient, Nok. Be patient and wait. Now is not your time."

Before I could say or do anything more, he was gone. I sat on the stool, confused. Ashamed. Frustrated. Sticky and dirty and smelling like a whorehouse. I buried my face in my hands, almost ready to cry.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Your turn to dance again," said Lin. I nodded and stood up. I was still shaking.

"Who was that guy?" she asked. She knew that something was wrong with me.

"Just a guy," I said. I made myself sound uninterested. "Just a customer."

I paid my respects to the shrine in the corner, then climbed back onto the pedestal. I began to dance, showing off my whip to customers. Trying to look like I was in control.

RIP: P.D. James

I was sorry to read that celebrated mystery author P.D. James died a few days ago. Since she was 94, one can hardly call her death untimely, but it's still a loss to the literary community. I wasn't a rabid fan but over the years read a number of her novels and truly enjoyed them for their subtlety and craft. Her scifi/dystopian mystery The Children of Men is particularly good.

There's a fascinating article about her at the link below. Remarkably accomplished woman. One quote that really resonated with me:

She told The Paris Review in 1995 that she “thought writing a detective story would be a wonderful apprenticeship for a ‘serious’ novelist, because a detective story is very easy to write badly but difficult to write well.”

I think one could say the same thing about erotica.

I've written a couple of books that might qualify as mysteries (Exposure and Bangkok Noir). It's very tough. Every detail counts.

Anyway, here's the link. Worth reading, imho.

http://nyti.ms/1FwmH2v

New Release, Blog Tours, Free Reading - Yes, It's a Newsletter at Last!

Bad, bad girl, Lisabet! You haven't put out a newsletter since June! What a dereliction of your duty to your readers! It's shameful. How many strokes do you think you deserve for that?

I'm sorry, Master. I'll make up for it, I promise. I'll be very prompt and very good from now on. And I'll give my readers lots of goodies...!

New and Upcoming Releases

Yes, I admit I've been remiss, but I promise to make up for it in this newsletter, because I've got tons to share with you.

I have three new releases this month, to start with. Today is general release day for The Ingredients of Bliss. The book is now available at Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance Ebooks, with Barnes and Noble and other venues coming soon. You really should buy direct from TB, though. That's the only place where you'll get my exclusive bonus chapter, which may very well be the hottest in the entire book (and if you've read any of my excerpts, you'll realize that's hot!)

I've got a blog tour for the book going on now, sponsored by Totally Bound.
Today, I'm featured at the website, with a tell-all interview about the book. Tomorrow I'll be over at Kathy's Book Reviews and More. The whole tour schedule is on my blog and I'll be updating the links as they go live. There's also a giveaway on the tour home page, where you can enter every day and win a copy of Her Secret Ingredient, the prequel to the new book.


Today is also release day for the new Excessica edition of my BDSM erotic thriller Bangkok Noir. This book is definitely not romance, but if you enjoy suspense laced with steamy BDSM sex, check it out. It has received several five star reviews at Amazon.

Finally, last week saw the release of Cheyenne Blue's lesbian anthology Forbidden Fruit, which includes my story "The Last Stone. Some rave reviews already for this book, too. And in case you missed it, there's a blog tour on for this book as well. You can win a bunch of F/F fiction by the Forbidden Fruit authors. Go to the tour home page for details.


Speaking of reviews, Ashley Lister gave Rajasthani Moon an enthusiastic one at Erotica Revealed this month. He writes:

Not only does Lisabet have a sophisticated command of detail that brings each narrative to life, she also has an astute focus on plot that allows her to create and combine genre tropes as she tells a specific and enjoyable story.

Read the whole review here.

Other News

Since I've left you unattended for so long, I've added a long, lusciously romantic story to my free stories page. Goldberg Variations is a tale about family, music, sex, and sharing. Check it out. And while you're there, sample some of the other offerings you'll find on free reading page. They are all neatly categorized and range from transgressive and intense erotica to almost sweet romance.

I started working on the The Gazillionaire and the Virgin, but then I got distracted by a new story about a trio of lesbian witches, set in Gloucester, Mass. I think the witches are going to make me finish their tale befor I can return to my high-powered Silicon Valley executive and her (yes, her) brilliant but virginal swain.

Those of you who follow my blog already know that I post a kiss excerpt almost every Sunday, as part of the Sunday Snog blog meme. This Sunday is a bit special. We're doing a Snog for Sommer, an event to support our fellow author Sommer Marsden, who's helping her husband battle against pancreatic cancer.


I will be giving away prizes plus committing to donate in response to every comment I get. You can donate, too. Just go to SmutForGood.co.uk.

For my September VIP readers contest, I'll be giving away a copy of The Ingredients of Bliss - with the extra chapter! Only people on my email list are eligible though. If you want to join, just send me email at at lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com with the subject line "VIP subscription" and I'll get you signed up right away. I'll announce the contest rules on the mailing list next week!

Lisabet's Pick of the Month

My September pick of the month is Bitches Be Writin', Alisa Anderson's blog. Alisa was my guest at Beyond Romance last week, with a great excerpt. Then I discovered she was hosting my blog tour this week. I just hopped over and found she's featuring another of my favorite author, Cecilia Tan. Definitely a lady who shares my tastes!

New Life for Bangkok Noir (Sunday Snog #140)

Greetings!

I've found a new publisher for my BDSM erotic thriller Bangkok Noir.  The book will be released by Excessica next Friday, the 12th of September, with a new cover - designed and executed by yours truly!

To celebrate, I've got one of the few snogs in this book. (It is definitely not a romance!)

After you've finished my snog, get yourself over to Victoria's and read the other kisses up on offer today!

I headed toward the bar to get a Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had to look away.

Ajarn was on the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away."

"Let me go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.

"Sit," he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you." 

His smile made me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?"

"My name Nok. What your name?"

"You can call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"

I nodded. He brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped.

"Very appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to their masters.

Without warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.

So I gave up. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it.

He smelled like soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.

He kissed me harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.

Suddenly, he pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine like lightning. 

"You like that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was telling me. And he was right.

I was terribly embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.

He bent me backwards. My hair nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other nipple and sucked. I felt like his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there. It was heaven. I reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands away.

Then, when I was not expecting it, he sank his teeth into my flesh.

Everything went dark for an instant. Then pain exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning up, but I wanted to burn.

Five Ways to Save Money!

I'm a bargain hunter - third generation. I was only six the first time my grandmother took me to the original Filene's Basement in downtown Boston and explained to me that I should never pay full price for something if I could get it at a discount. If you've never heard of FB, it was this cavernous, complicated space under one of Boston's most chic department stores, where you could get top-quality, name-brand clothing and accessories for a fraction of what it would cost on the floors above. Tables piled high with dresses, skirts, slacks and blouses - seconds, odd lots, manufacturers close-outs; rickety racks of fancy shoes; tuxedos and fur coats; and a crowd rummaging through it all with cut-throat intentions, looking for the deals of the day.

Filene's "automatic reduction" policy was addictive. After  a week, the price dropped by 25%. Two weeks, and you'd pay only half the original price (which normally would have started out lower than the original price anyway). Three weeks unsold meant the price was a quarter of where it started. And at thirty days - if you found something that had been around that long - the merchandise was given away.

I loved it. I came back on my own, as a teen and as an adult, seeking the holy grail - great style, perfect fit, and miniscule price. More often than not I came away empty handed, but every now and again I'd strike it lucky. Either way it was exciting.

Anyway, Amazon has something a bit like Filene's automatic discounts, only it works in the other direction. Kindle Countdown Deals go on for three to five days, during a well-specified date range (though I'm never sure what time zone they use). A book on a Kindle Countdown starts at a really low price - 99 cents for books at Amazon US. Over the course of the countdown days, the price climbs back up toward the regular level. So this is definitely the case of the early bird chowing down on the worm.
 
Five of my books from Books We Love will be on Kindle Countdown over the next few weeks. If you've been tempted to read Spank Me Again Stranger, Body Electric, Bangkok Noir, Nasty Business or Exposure, but not quite ready to shell out the cash, here's your chance to get your very own copies - cheap! To help you get the most of this deal, I've created a handy little table below. The deals are gooing on between today and the first week in May, so bookmark this page for handy reference!

I've included buy links and to excerpts, too - just to make it easy. Don't miss this chance to save some of your hard-earned dough, and get some great reading besides!

	Site URL Start End Amazon.com April 3, 2014 April 10, 2014 Amazon.co.uk April 4, 2014 April 11, 2014 Read an excerpt
	Site URL Start End Amazon.com April 11, 2014 April 17, 2014 Amazon.co.uk April 11, 2014 April 17, 2014 Read an excerpt
	Site URL Start End Amazon.com April 18, 2014 April 24, 2014 Amazon.co.uk April 18, 2014 April 24, 2014 Read an excerpt
	Site URL Start End Amazon.com April 25, 2014 May 1, 2014 Amazon.co.uk April 25, 2014 May 1, 2014 Read an excerpt
	Site URL Start End Amazon.com May 2, 2014 May 8, 2014 Amazon.co.uk May 2, 2014 May 8, 2014 Read an excerpt

Back List Blast: Bangkok Noir

Bangkok Noir by Lisabet Sarai

BDSM erotic suspense

Dark desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels...

Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She's the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused. Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor's star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can't understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.

As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim. 

 

Excerpt 

I picked up the little whip that Ajarn gave me to use in my act and swirled the thongs lazily around above my head. Then I stuck it between my thighs and rubbed it back and forth. Mmm. I could smell myself, as I got more and more wet.

I checked my audience. Everyone was watching me. I chose first one man, then another. I stared at each one until he was too embarrassed and lowered his head. I didn 't smile, just stared. Letting them know with my eyes that I was in charge. The boss lady.

At the end of the row of benches, I noticed somebody new. A handsome farang with hair the color of straw, wearing business clothes that looked expensive. He smiled at me, a strange smile that made me feel like I was naked.

Of course, my costume doesn't hide very much. Normally, that gives me a feeling of power. Maybe I will allow them to see the hidden parts. Maybe not.

With this man, it didn't matter what I was wearing. I felt like he could see right through my clothing. Like he could see every bit of me, even if I wore street clothes. My nipples started to ache, and my G-string got more slippery than ever.

For the first time since I started working for Ajarn, I was nervous. I stumbled on my spiky heels. I almost lost my balance. Luckily, I was able to turn the mistake into a sexy dip that showed off my bare rear. Most of the customers didn't notice.

The blond man was not fooled.

My heart was beating so hard that it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing, the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the farang looking at me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie.

I stayed in the bathroom for as long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief.

I headed toward the bar to get a Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had to look away.

Ajarn was on the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away."

"Let me go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.

"Sit," he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you."

His smile made me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?"

"My name Nok. What your name?"

"You can call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"

I nodded. He brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped.

"Very appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow."

I thought of those caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to their masters.

Without warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.

So I gave up. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.
He kissed me harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.

Suddenly, he pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine like lightning.

"You like that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was telling me. And he was right.

I was terribly embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.

He bent me backwards. My hair nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other nipple and sucked. I felt like his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there. It was heaven. I reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands away.

Then, when I was not expecting it, he sank his teeth into my flesh. Everything went dark for an instant. Then pain exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning up, but I wanted to burn.

When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. That strange smile was on his face, but he also looked worried. "That's enough for tonight, Nok," he murmured. "I have an appointment elsewhere. But I will come back for you, soon."

I was too dazed to say anything. He stuffed a thousand baht note into the cup with the bill, to cover two one hundred baht drinks, and stood to leave. I grabbed his shirt. Not thinking, but not wanting him to go.

"Please, sir..."

He flicked his thumb across one of my aching nipples. Delicious echoes of pain rippled through me. "Be patient, Nok. Be patient and wait. Now is not your time."

Before I could say or do anything more, he was gone. I sat on the stool, confused. Ashamed. Frustrated. Sticky and dirty and smelling like a whorehouse. I buried my face in my hands, almost ready to cry.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Your turn to dance again," said Lin. I nodded and stood up. I was still shaking.

"Who was that guy?" she asked. She knew that something was wrong with me.

"Just a guy," I said. I made myself sound uninterested. "Just a customer."

I paid my respects to the shrine in the corner, then climbed back onto the pedestal. I began to dance, showing off my whip to customers. Trying to look like I was in control. 

Get your hands on this dark, sexy novella today!

Lisabet's June Newsletter

New and Upcoming Releases
 
Just a few days ago, my BDSM erotic suspense novella Bangkok Noir went live on Amazon. If you're looking for a happily ever after ending, this book is not for you. On the other hand, if you crave strong, unconventional characters, an exotic locale and searing D/s sex, I highly recommend that you get yourself a copy. If you're undecided, you can read an excerpt right here.

Meanwhile, I just finished proofing the manuscript for Quarantine, which comes out on July 9th. I'll be running a blog tour from the 6th through the 20th of July, giving away an ebook at every single stop! I'll also have a grand prize of a $50 gift certificate, available to commenters at my own blog Beyond Romance as well as those on tour stops. I'm working on a trailer that I hope I'll be able to share with you soon. In short - this is going to be really big!

Yesterday I sent off the first round of edits to Mastering Maya, which will be included in Total-E-Bound's Switch anthology due out in September. Don't worry, I'll remind you! Meanwhile, I've put up an excerpt for you, and you can read the blurb on my Coming Soon page.

Other News

My free read for this month is a short piece called One Small Flaw, about an almost perfect relationship. Warning: it's a bit kinky.

Books We Love, Ltd. is staging a huge Sizzling Summer Spectacular with tons of prizes, beginning in early July. You can win gift certificates, free books, or a "summer spa" or "chocolate indulgence" gift basket. For more details, visit the Books We Love blog.


Also, The Romance Reviews site is hosting a summer party throughout July, in which I'm participating. They have a slew of prizes including a gift certifate worth a hundred bucks!
Submissions are still open for my charity vampire erotica collection Coming Together: In Vein. Please consider sharing your super sexy vampire fiction for a good cause. (Previously published work is acceptable.) For details visit my blog.

Contests!
Thanks to all of you who entered my "smartphone" contest. There were a wide range of responses. Some of you have and love the latest gadgets, while others don't have any mobile phone at all!



My randomly chosen winner was Renee, the "paranormal romance fan". She gets to pick one of my paranormal books from my back list.
This month, I'm trying to get the word out about my new book and my upcoming releases. So I've got an easy contest where you can get multiple chances to win. It's called the "Word of Mouth Contest". Here are the rules:

1. Tell at least one friend to go look at my newsletter, either on my website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/news.html) or on my blog for Monday the 11th of June (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). You can Tweet or post the links on Facebook if you want. 
2. Then send me an email at contest [at] lisabetsarai.com, using the subject line "Word of Mouth Contest", telling me you've passed the word on. (I trust you to be honest.) This counts as one contest entry.
3. If one of your friends enters the contest by email, and tells me that he or she was referred by you, that gives you another chance to win (and will also enter your friend). Obviously your friends can pass the word to their friends, to increase their chances of winning!
4. You (or your friends) can also enter by commenting on this blog post. Don't forget to leave your email address and the name of the person who referred you if you enter this way.

In the beginning of July, I'll randomly choose three winners, each of whom will receive an autographed print book from my backlist. So get the word out to everyone who know who might enjoy my writing!

Lisabet's Pick of the Month

My Pick of the Month for June is the blog of newly published M/M romance author Sage Marlowe. Sage's first release is getting fantastic reviews. She'll be my guest at Beyond Romance during my July ManFest to celebrate the release of Quarantine.

New Release! Erotic Suspense Novella

It's official! My new BDSM erotic suspense novella Bangkok Noir is now available at Amazon. And you can win a copy, just by commenting.

Let me warn you that Bangkok Noir is not a romance. It does not have a happily ever after ending. On the other hand, it features unconventional characters, mutual affection and respect, and steamy sex with an emphasis on dominance and submission.

Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She’s the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused. Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor’s star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can’t understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.

As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok’s wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn’t realize until too late that the power she’s used to wielding won’t save her from becoming the serial murderer’s next victim.

Sound intriguing? Click here to read an excerpt. Then leave me a comment with your reactions. Do you ever read books that have darker endings? Does my excerpt make you curious?

On Sunday I'll randomly draw the name of one commenter and send him or her a copy of the PDF. (Please include your email address in your comment so I can find you!)

Sunday Snog: A Kiss from Bangkok Noir

It's Sunday again - time to share another kiss. This one is from my story "Bangkok Noir", which is included in my collection of BDSM fiction, Rough Caress. The narrator is Nok, a dancer in a Bangkok go-go bar.

By the way, if you haven't been by already, do visit Victoria Blisse and read her snog! I guarantee you won't be disappointed! Actually, she has a guest today! Hop on over and find out who!

*****

At the end of the row of benches, I noticed somebody new. A handsome farang with hair the color of straw, wearing business clothes that looked expensive. He smiled at me, a strange smile that made me feel like I was naked.

Of course, my costume doesn't hide very much. Normally, that gives me a feeling of power. Maybe I will allow them to see the hidden parts. Maybe not.

With this man, it didn't matter what I was wearing. I felt like he could see right through my clothing. Like he could see every bit of me, even if I wore street clothes. My nipples started to ache, and my G-string got more slippery than ever.

For the first time since I started working for Ajarn, I was nervous. I stumbled on my spiky heels. I almost lost my balance. Luckily, I was able to turn the mistake into a sexy dip that showed off my bare rear. Most of the customers didn't notice.

The blond man was not fooled.

My heart was beating so hard that it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing, the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the farang looking at me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie.

I stayed in the bathroom for as long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief.

I headed toward the bar to get a coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who was embarrassed. I looked away.

Ajarn was on the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse.

"Thank you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a coke, come back right away."

"Let me go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner.

"Sit," he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you."

His smile made me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?"

"My name Nok. What your name?"

"You can call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"

I nodded. He brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped.

"Very appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to their masters.

Without warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move.

So I gave up. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whisky. I could feel that he was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes.

He kissed me harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.

Suddenly, he pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine like lightning.

"You like that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was telling me. And he was right.

I was terribly embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.

He bent me backwards. My hair nearly brushed the floor. He put his mouth on the other nipple and sucked. I felt that his mouth was between my legs, sucking me there. It was like heaven. I reached up, wanting to stroke him, but he pushed my hands away.

Then, when I was not expecting it, he sank his teeth into my flesh. Everything went dark for an instant. Then pain exploded in me, brilliant as the sun. I was burning up, but I wanted to burn.

When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. That strange smile was on his face, but he also looked worried. "That's enough for tonight, Nok," he murmured. "I have an appointment elsewhere, in any case. But I will come back for you, soon."