Last Chance! #cheapbooks #VegasBabes #Smashwords

Today’s the last day for Smashwords’ fabulous Read a Ebook Week promotion. All my indie-published titles are 50% off, until midnight. You can get all four volumes of my outrageous Vegas Babes series for only six bucks!

Just visit my profile page, pick your books, and use the coupon code provided on the page when you check out.

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LSarai

Here’s another snippet to tease you. This one’s from the first volume, Hot Brides in Vegas. 

 

Swaying slightly in her fuck-me heels, Laura led the parade of provocatively clad young beauties to the club entrance. Her clit still tingled from Chantal’s outrageous invasion, and her thong was soaked. She felt simultaneously aroused and queasy. Though participating in Amateur Night had been her idea, she almost regretted her suggestion. Not that she was a prude, but she usually tended to indulge her carnal urges in private.

For instance, when you sucked off the concierge this morning? asked her inner critic. Anyone could have seen you under his desk, with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

That wasn’t at all her typical behavior. In fact, she’d surprised herself with her daring. Maybe it’s something about being in Las Vegas, she thought. Sin City, they call it. There’s an atmosphere of decadence here, an air of debauchery. Anything goes.

New Jersey, by comparison—well, there was no comparison, really. She might never get an opportunity like this again. She decided to enjoy it.

Margaret opened the industrial strength door, stepping aside so Laura could enter the dim interior. The contrast with the brilliant sunlight outside temporarily blinded her.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” A deep, masculine voice greeted them, polite but edged with a challenge. “Can I help you?”

Laura blinked. A tall, broad shouldered figure stood in front of her, powerful arms crossed over his chest. As her eyes adjusted to the change in illumination, she saw that the man blocking their way was younger than he sounded, with a blond buzz cut and a classically handsome face. A long scar crossed one cheek, giving him a bit of a rugged, dangerous look, but she guessed he was no older than late twenties. A fitted black tee shirt and slim jeans showed off his solid, well-muscled body. Her heart beat faster and more moisture leaked into her thong. This guy was too gorgeous to be real.

“Hi, Steve.” Margaret stepped forward, pulling the girls after her. “I’ve got some fresh meat for Larry and Foxy.” She gave Laura’s shoulder a proprietary squeeze. “This is Laura, and her friends, Francesca and Chantal. They’re here for Amateur Night.”

Steve’s mouth puckered into a frown at the chauffeur’s rather tasteless introduction. He turned to Laura. “Welcome to The Fox’s Den. May I please see your IDs?”

“They’re in the limo,” Laura replied. She smiled, glancing down at the skin-tight lace that barely covered her feminine charms. “This get-up doesn’t have any room for pockets.”

The security guard tried valiantly to be professional and resist the urge to ogle her. Laura could read the struggle on his face. He lost the fight, his eager eyes caressing her readily visible assets. She imagined his hands doing the same, and shivered with excitement.

Read an Ebook Week! Great books, half price! - #Smashwords #discount #VegasBabes

Just popping in to remind you that Smashwords’ fabulous Read a Ebook promotion is going on right now. All my indie-published titles are 50% off, until next Saturday. Just visit my profile page, pick your books, and use the coupon code provided on the page when you check out.

https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LSarai

In particular, you can get a cut-rate deal on my latest release, Valentine’s Visit: Four-way Friend Swap, a super X-rated bisexual polyamorous romance. Here’s a bit of an excerpt, to stir up your appetite.

Annie slid off the table, her legs a bit wobbly from her two intense orgasms. Smoothing her skirt down over her bare legs, she grinned at her flustered husband. “Calm down! This is Jake and Franny, remember? No need to be embarrassed.”

“Easy for you to say,” he replied, frantically rubbing at a white spot where cum had dripped on his navy blue trousers. The crotch was darker than the surroundings, too, most likely damp with pre-cum. “Maybe I should go change my pants.”

She shook her head, trying not to laugh. “No time. Want to borrow my apron? That will hide the evidence.” As she tossed the apron in Ted’s direction, the bell chimed again.

“Just a sec,” she called. Running her fingers through her tousled red curls, she headed for the door. Her nipples were still erect, while her inner thighs were sticky with jizz and pussy juice. Furthermore, she noted a definite scent of pussy and cum hanging in the room. Oh well, she thought. Franny and Jake will understand.

She took a deep breath, arranged her face in a welcoming smile, and opened the door.

The East Coast couple stood on the threshold, holding hands. They both looked—well, good enough to eat. Franny wore gold ear-hoops, a red sweater with a V neck that flattered her dusky complexion and showed off her delicious cleavage, and textured black leggings that clung to her ample hips. Jake’s ragged brown hair, leather jacket and skinny jeans gave him a bad-boy vibe that made Annie’s mouth water and her pussy cream.

“Hi!” she said, stepping aside so they could enter. “You’re early.”

“Hi yourself!” Before the door had clicked shut, Francesca had Annie in a tight hug. The Italian beauty smelled of gardenias. Her ripe, warm body pressed against Annie’s. Her hands roamed down Annie’s back, then settled on her ass. Meanwhile, Franny planted a solid kiss on Annie’s lips.

Without thinking, Annie opened to Fran’s insistent tongue and let it slip inside. Oh, heavenly! She traced Fran’s luscious curves from her tiny waist down to her swelling buttocks. God, she’d missed this woman! Sure, she’d had plenty of pussy since the last time they’d met, but she and Franny shared a special bond.

For one thing, they’d fucked each other’s husbands—as well as each other.

Jake tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t I get a kiss, too?” he asked, his blue eyes twinkling. “After we came all this way?”

“Sure,” Annie replied, stepping into his open arms. He pulled her tight against his wiry body, tight enough that she couldn’t ignore the solid bulk of his denim-covered cock. He dove for her lips, much rougher than his wife, plundering her mouth with his tongue while he slotted one lean thigh into the gap between her legs. Her clit swelled from the friction. New moisture gathered in her pussy. She couldn’t stifle her moan.

Jake’s mouth slid away from hers to nibble at her neck. He licked her earlobe. She jumped as electric pleasure flashed through her. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Annie,” he murmured. He licked a sizzling line down to the hollow of her throat. Meanwhile, he brazenly palmed her breasts through her blouse, then thumbed her taut nipples, making her gasp.

She didn’t remember Jake being so forward or self-confident. At the wedding party, she’d had to coax him into having sex. Guess he’d picked up a few tricks, being married to Franny.

Don’tdelay! Read an Ebook Week ends on Saturday the 9^th of March. (And by the way, there are lots of other great indie authors participating!)

Celebrate Read-An-Ebook Week (#CheapBooks #Smashwords #SundaySnog)

Today marks the start of the huge “Read-An-Ebook-Week” promotion at Smashwords. Thousands of authors (including yours truly) are discounting their books or making them free, between today and next Saturday. I’m dropping all my books that cost over 99 cents by 50%. My 99 cent books are free!

You’ll find links to the discounted books at the end of this post. Meanwhile, browse the special catalog that Smashwords has put together for this event here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/category/1/newest/1

To whet your appetite, I have a Sunday Snog excerpt from the story “On the Beach”, which is included in my BDSM ménage collection Coming in Costume – now 50% off!

When you’re done with my snog, don’t forget to visit Victoria’s Sunday Snog page, for more sexy kisses!

And remember, you’ll find links to all my discounted books after the excerpt.

“Turn around,” James orders. I glance at Greg. He nods. I understand that I am to obey them both today.

My husband’s friend traces one of the stripes on my shoulder, then slips down to fondle another welt on my ass. His touch, though gentle, wakes new pain in my battered flesh. I wince and he lands a sudden slap on my punished butt. I don’t mind. I feel myself moistening, melting, yielding as always to the intoxicating combination of tenderness and power.

“We really did a job on you.” His voice is gruff with lust, but I also hear something like awe.

“Sorry, Bella.” He draws my hair aside to nuzzle at my nape.

“Don’t apologise to the slave, James.” Greg steps in front of me. His cock is now fully engorged. It sways as he steps closer to tweak my nipples. Lightning sizzles down to my clit. His cock bats against my thigh. I lower my gaze, as I’ve been taught. “The slave exists to serve us. If we want to beat her, we beat her. She’s happy to beaten, as long as it pleases us.”

He sounds like some Dom in a cheesy romance novel. That doesn’t mean it isn’t true. With his finger and thumb, he tips my chin up so that our eyes meet. A wild light burns in his, fierce and proud and full of love. Joy balloons in my chest, ready to burst.

When his mouth descends to mine, I open immediately to his probing tongue. I want him to take everything he can. He tastes of espresso and maple syrup, from the decadent brunch James cooked for us. His familiar scent fills my nostrils, like sun-warmed earth. His vacation stubble grazes my cheek. Every sensation is welcome, glorious. His lips seal themselves to mine, drinking in my devotion. This is my husband, my lover, my master. I deny him nothing.

Releasing my chin, he molds my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, dragging his thumbs over the rigid tips, making my poor, soaked pussy ache for his hardness. His sharp teeth nip the corner of my mouth and I gasp at the sudden pain. My clit throbs in the aftermath.

“Isabella,” he murmurs, delving deeper, taking more. Delicious weakness seizes me, but James is behind me, hands encircling my waist, simultaneously caressing and supporting me. My husband’s friend licks his way down my spine, leaving a wet trail that cools in the sea breeze. Then suddenly he parts my rear cheeks and sweeps his tongue across my rear hole, still loose and sensitised from last night’s invasions.

My muscles clench. A shudder races through me. I’m teetering on the edge of climax, with James mouth busily working to push me over.

“Don’t come,” comes Greg’s voice, close to my ear. But it’s too late. James stabs his tongue into my pussy, Greg grinds his cock against my pubis, and I dissolve, relentless pleasure surging through me in massive waves.

I bury my face in Greg’s chest to smother my screams. My two lovers hold me while I shake like a rag doll, helpless with delight.

Finally, the spasms subside. Greg shakes his head, his lips purse in mock disapproval.

“Really, Isabella! I thought you were better trained.”

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Get your cheap books now!

The Gazillionaire and the Virgin (BDSM erotic romance)
Bangkok Noir (BDSM LGBTQ thriller)

Coming in Costume (BDSM ménage)

A Contract for Christmas (BDSM ménage)

The Antidote (science fiction erotica)

Hearts & Handcuffs (romantic kink)

Gray Christmas (holiday romance – free!)

Slush (holiday romance – free!)

The Shadow over Des Moines (Halloween erotica – free!)