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Sunday, May 8, 2016

Sunday Snog 225: Exposure (#erotic #suspense #sundaysnog)



My Sunday Snog today comes from my erotic suspense novel Exposure. I’ve been thinking about my heroine, Stella—in fact, I have a post about her over at Oh Get a Grip tomorrow—so I thought I’d let her come out and play.

After you’re finished here, I hope you’ll head back to Victoria’splace, for more sexy Sunday kisses.

Sex, blood and betrayal... It’s all in a day’s work.

Finally, he puts down his drink. “Shall we get started? Let me get a bit more comfortable.” He shrugs off his suit jacket and places it over the desk chair. I gasp as I see that he is wearing a revolver in a shoulder holster. He smiles, just a little, as he removes this and hangs it over the chair on top of the jacket. “I’m a dangerous man, Stella, and I have many enemies. I have to take care of myself.” I nod vaguely. I’m not exactly reassured.

He seats himself back on the sofa. “The stereo is over there,” he says, pointing to a complicated pile of audio equipment next to the bar. Somehow, I figure out how where insert my thumb drive and how to start it playing. I turn to face my audience.

The first bars of the music free me from any anxiety. I fix my eyes on him and begin to move. Graceful. Sensual. I’m extremely turned on, but I want this performance to be classy, not raunchy the way I sometimes am.

The shoes go first. Now I unfasten my jacket, lingering over each button. Building the suspense. I’m wearing regular lingerie, flimsy and feminine, instead of one of my costumes. My breasts are like melons, encased in black lace. No padding or wires on this bra; my nipples are clearly visible, pushing the fabric into sweet little peaks.

I do the classic strip, turning my back and inching the skirt zipper down. Shimmying the garment over my hips to my ankles. I feel his eyes on my rump. When I turn back to face him, I try out the stare on him. The results are mixed.

He’s not closed off like his friend. I can see deep into his soul. I see passion, hunger, clean and healthy. Not twisted and painful like some of the guys at the lounge.

At the same time, though, I feel like he sees into me. It’s like he’s touching me inside, probing, trying to discover what I want. It’s strange and very intimate. His eyes make my clit harden and my juices flow.

But my eyes are doing the same to him. I can see the bulge in his tailored trousers. His breath is coming a bit more quickly, too.

I unfasten the bra in front. Instead of tossing it at him, which is my first idea, I let it drift to the floor. I caress my breasts, as much for my own pleasure as for his. I love their heaviness in my hands. I love the way the skin shades to rich darkness at their tips. And the nipples themselves, round and firm like the best Kalamata olives. I roll them between my fingers, my breath starting to become ragged.

Finally, there are just my bikini panties between me and nakedness. I hold off as long as I can, letting the music build to its climax. At the crescendo, I undo the ribbons at each hip, so the thing just falls away from my body. For a moment I stand there proudly, my curly black pubic hair glistening with my own moisture. Tony’s eyes devour me. Then the music dies away. I sink to the carpet in a curtsy, strangely exhausted.

I came here to dance. Just a job. But now I want more. And so does Tony.

]He lifts me up. He embraces me. Neither of us speaks. We communicate only through the kiss. His mouth feels gentler than it looks. He tastes like his expensive scotch. I let myself relax, feel the stiffness of his starched shirt against my bare skin. There’s more stiffness below. He rubs his erection against my damp bush, making me damper still, while his tongue plays with mine. His fingers lock on to my nipples, pinching them until I squirm with pleasure.

This is certainly a nice bonus. He strips off his shirt, pants, and briefs. He leaves his socks on, and for once, I don’t mind. I usually think naked guys in socks look ridiculous, but nothing so simple could spoil Tony Pinelli. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulls out a condom. Of course he’s prepared.


Sound like something you’d enjoy? Get your own copy (available in ebook and print) at your favorite book store:

Amazon US

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Excessica


Friday, January 29, 2016

Today's the Day!




It’s finally here! Release day for The Gazillionaire and the Virgin!

If you love BDSM erotic romance, but you’re sick of the clichés, this is the book for you!

It’s out now, on Amazon and B&N. Additional sales venues should be coming soon. Also, the print version will be available in a couple of weeks. (Don’t worry, I’ll let you know!)

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Add on Goodreads:

 


Here’s a sexy little snippet to whet your appetite.


“Rachel,” he gasps as we break our clinch to breathe. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Um—oh, yes, that’s exactly right—oh, Theo!—anything you want…” With his right hand dancing between my legs and his left kneading my breast, it’s astounding I can speak at all.

“Be careful what you promise, Dr. Zelinsky.” He twists my nipple, dialing my arousal to an even higher level. “I’ll hold you to your word.” Hauling my blouse up from my skirt to bare my chest, he dives down and catches that swollen nub in his teeth. The last remaining fragment of my rational self tells me it hurts, but the rest of me just wants more.

How does he know? Everything he does feels incredible. He has me stretched me out along the seat now, my knees drawn up and my pussy gaping. When he sweeps his tongue along my exposed cleft, reality shimmers and almost dissolves. When he sucks my swollen clit into his hot mouth, I shatter. Just as he intends.



Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Taking Off


By the time you read this, I'll be in the air, on my way to... well, I won't say to where, for privacy reasons (yes, they are listening!), but I will be away for about three weeks.

I've got some guests lined up for you this week and next. This coming Sunday I'm participating in Victoria Blisse's huge Hundredth Sunday Snog Hop and giving away a bookstore gift certificate. (By the way, my BDSM contest is still going on, too. See http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2013/08/lisabets-august-news.html for details.) Later in the month, I've posted some reviews from my archive for you to enjoy.

Meanwhile, though, I want to let you know that Challenge to Him is now available at all your favorite online bookstores... except, at the moment, Amazon, which seems to have screwed up my listing. I'm hoping it will be sorted out in the next few days. Meanwhile you can buy the book at

Barnes and Noble
All Romance Ebooks
Total-E-Bound

I should mention that if you care about your authors, you should buy direct from their publishers when possible. We get a bigger piece of the pie. And TEB, at least, can send your books direct to your ereader, whatever the brand - Kindle, Nook, Kobo or iPad.

Anyway, I'll leave you with a brand new excerpt from Challenge To Him, just to whet your appetite.

See you in a few weeks!

***

Olivia perched on the satin coverlet of the carved canopy bed, surveying the impossibly opulent bedroom where she had been installed. The chamber had to be at least thirty feet square, with a gilt-encrusted ceiling that soared ten feet above her head. Tall windows framed in emerald velvet looked out upon a verdant lawn that stretched to the ocean. Distant sails danced upon slate-blue waves and the breeze wafting through the open casements carried a hint of salt. The late afternoon sun sparkled among the crystal tears of the chandelier, casting shards of rainbow upon the polished oak floor. Nearer the bed, a plush Chinese carpet soothed the residual blisters on her bare feet.

She wore one of the delicate silk camisoles Andrew had selected for her as they’d passed through the town. Nothing else. The other garments he’d chosen hung in the rosewood wardrobe, all but the ball gown, which would be delivered, the dressmaker had promised, by Saturday noon.

Cocktails would be served at seven, Andrew had told her, and dinner at eight. In the meantime, he’d instructed her to await him here, in her current state of undress.

She’d never even considered disobeying.

Fingers entwined upon her lap, she breathed deeply in a struggle to calm her racing heart. Her nipples knotted against the silk, aching for stimulation. Her sex was as moist as the humid summer afternoon, her juices perhaps staining the pale green satin beneath her bare bottom. No matter. Andrew MacIntyre could afford to replace it.

Her entire body hummed with anticipation. He would be here soon, or so he’d promised, and the waiting would be over. She’d wanted this for so very long—long before she’d encountered the masterful young billionaire. They had not spoken openly of what was to come. She hoped she had not misunderstood his intentions. If she had, she’d die of embarrassment—or disappointment.

With her back to the door, she watched the snowy clouds drift and reform into fantastic shapes. Breathe. Relax. Open. She remembered perfectly, despite the years.

The hinges were soundless, but she sensed his presence as soon as he entered, the new aura of power that shimmered in the room. The lock clicked, shielding them from interruption and preventing any possibility of escape. She swallowed hard. The moment of truth had arrived.

He stood before her, silent, and she bowed her head automatically, her eyes on her clasped hands. Still, she knew he was gazing upon her near-nakedness. She felt the weight of his attention like a physical caress.

“Olivia.” With one word, spoken low and sure, he claimed her. Heat rushed to her pussy and the bed cover grew damper.

“Yes, sir?” It felt easy, natural—as though she’d never stopped.

“On your knees, girl.” She slipped to the rug, boneless and loose already, his to command. Did he find her compliance strange? No matter. She had been right about his desires and that was all that mattered.

“We’ll start slowly, this first time. Don’t be afraid.”

Afraid? The only thing that scared her was the intensity of her own dark desires.