The End is Here!

I'm talking about the end of my feline shape shifter serial Cat Toy!

I just put the last chapter up on my website, on the free reading page:

http://www.lisabetsarai.com/freereads.html

If you're a fan of paranormal erotic romance, check it out.

It will only be available for a limited time, though. You have until the 31st of May to read the story for free. Then I'll be taking it down, editing it, and sending it off to Books We Love for publication.

Of course, it will be even better with one of BWL's fabulous covers. And their books are never more than $2.99. So I guess if you don't get to read the full saga before I remove it, it won't be the end of the world!

Lisabet's February News

Ready for some passion?

New and Upcoming Releases
 
Darn it! I missed another month! Here we are, the last week of February and I see that my last newsletter was back in December....

I do have an excuse. I've been writing furiously, working to finish my novel-length sequel to Her Secret Ingredient, entitled Her Secret Weapon. When I did finally submit it, about a week ago, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Haven't heard anything from the publisher since. I'll let you know as soon as I have a contract and a release date.

Speaking of releases, my paranormal novella Rough Weather has been available for early download since the end of January. It goes on general release this coming Friday! I'll be celebrating, of course, most likely with a giveaway. (You know me...!) Stay tuned for news about what you can win.

Also since my last update, Coming Together has released Coming Together: Through the Storm, a fabulous anthology of weather-themed erotica that benefit the Mercy Corps. It includes my BDSM story "Twister", a tale that proves marriage doesn't have to kill the thrill, as well as a slew of other sexy tales.

And sometime in the next month I expect the release of Burning Books' collection Written on Skin: An Anthology of Etched Desire, which will include my tale "The Last Amanuensis". I don't submit to many erotica anthologies these days, but I really wanted to be part of this one because of its theme and the fact that it's edited by one of my idols, Remittance Girl (also Aisley Weaver and Raziel Moore). Also the story gave me the opportunity to indulge my occasional craving to write about dystopias! I'm really looking forward to seeing the volume, which I'm certain will be stellar.

Other News

This month I've got another sizzling chapter of Cat Toy for your free reading pleasure. I'm trying to wind the story up. Then I'll publish it as a single title, with a cover and so on, so you can go back and savor Shaina's and Tom's passion.

I've also posted a new poem. After years of not writing any poetry, I've been inspired by Ashley Lister's monthly writing exercises over at the Erotica Readers & Writers Association blog. Each month, he has been featuring a different poetic form and I've been trying to make an attempt with each one. In the past, I've written mostly free verse, but hey, you know how I feel about discipline!

I'll be doing a slew of guest posts and contests over the next few weeks, promoting Rough Weather. In particular, I'll be participating in Jane Wakely's Spring Fling Blog Hop, from the 20th to the 23rd of March, where the grand prize is a $75 gift certificate. And of course I'll be running another VIP contest, exclusively for those of you who are on my private email list. Last month I was delighted to see that got a really good response.

Want to become one of my VIP readers? Just send me an email, to lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com and I'll add you quicker than you can say "simultaneous orgasm".

Contests

I know I said I wasn't going to do any more newsletter contests. However, I just can't seem to resist giving things away. So this month, you have the chance to win a copy of my very first novel, the BDSM classic Raw Silk, in ebook form.

Interested? Send an email to me at contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com (note the difference from the address above) with the subject line "Over the Edge Contest". In the email, tell me the one thing that is most likely to push you "over the edge" and make you go buy a book. Is it reviews? Cover ads you might notice? Book videos? A friend's recommendation? I know there are many factors, but tell me which one is most powerful in getting you to shell out your hard-earned cash - and you might win a book for free!

Lisabet's Pick of the Month

Since I mentioned him above, I thought I'd choose Ashley Lister as my featured pick of the month for February. Ash is an extremely diverse author who writes under several names including the notorious Lisette Ashton. He also pens deliciously bawdy verse as well as non-fiction, and teaches writing at the university level. Check out his books and his blog at http://www.ashleylister.co.uk

Sunday Snog #87: Cat Toy

Greetings! I just put my July newsletter online at http://www.lisabetsarai.com/news.html  For my free reading this month, I've got a brand new chapter - Chapter 7 - in my cat shifter serial Cat Toy. As it happens, the chapter includes a steamy kiss, so I thought I would post that as my traditional Sunday Snog.

After you're done here, hop on over to Victoria's for more luscious lip locks! And please do check out the newsletter. I've got info on new and upcoming releases, blog tours and a really easy contest related to series.

“Oh, God, Tom...I'm sorry. Look, we need to get into her apartment somehow and check those books. Perhaps one of them includes the spell she cast upon you – and the means to reverse it. We have to lure her away from the building. Then we can sneak in.”

“Impossible. I'm sure she would establish a magic circle of protection to bar intruders. Anyway, I've accompanied her to enough luxury hotels to know that place over there will have plenty of human guards and cameras to keep out riff raff like you and me.”

“But could they keep out a cat?” I pressed my lips to his cheek and gave him a squeeze. “After dark, you can change back and forth at will, right? I'll bet that in your feline form you could manage to slip inside.”

“Even if I could fool the guards, she'd know the instant I crossed the threshold.”

“What could she do, though, if she were occupied with something else, miles away? Can she fly?”

“No – I don't think so. You have some plan?”

“I do – and we can actually try it tonight, if you are willing.” I reached up to cradle his face in my palms. “I'll do anything, Tom – risk anything – to break her hold on you. But I can't do it alone.”

“You're a fool, Shaina Williams. She'll destroy us both.” He did not resist, though, when I drew him into a kiss. The usual rush of sensations and images swept me away. You'd think I would have become accustomed to it by now - the world wheeling around us, tipsy and sparkling with stars, the warm pressure of his mouth turning me molten, his wild fennel taste and his scent of woodsmoke and crushed grass – but if anything, each touch was more intense and overwhelming than the ones before.

Drinking him, devouring him, scrabbling at his shirt in my quest for a bit of naked skin, I forgot the evil lurking in the edifice across the road. I forgot the people making their way down the sidewalk, a mere dozen feet away. I forgot my name. His lips, his hands, his body, were my only reality.

He molded my breasts then followed the curve of my hips down to my buttocks, kneading and massaging my flesh until I was frantic with want. I had begun the kiss, but now he took control, plunging his tongue into my mouth while grinding his swollen fly against my pubis. My clit twitched and sparked from the indirect stimulation. My taut nipples cried out for his fingers. I wanted to rip off my clothes and drag him down to the earth, to rut like animals under the spreading boughs of the old trees.

He growled, pawing at my breasts and ripping a button off my shirt. I bit the corner of his lip, his ferocity encouraging an answering savagery in me. The iron-and-salt flavor of his blood simply amplified my lust. Moisture leaked from my pussy and the musky smell of my arousal rose around us. Tom went crazy, humping my crotch while digging his fingernails into my butt. Through the layers of clothing that separated us, I felt his cock pulse as he teetered on the edge of release.

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To read the whole story, go to http://www.lisabetsarai.com/freereads.html