Free books for my birthday! #giveaway #BDSM #erotica #LGBTQ

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Today is my birthday! (NO, I am not going to tell you how old I am!)

To celebrate, I thought I’d give my loyal readers and followers some gifts – free ebooks!

For a limited time (specifically, until February 4^th), you can download free copies of The Heart of the Deal and/or Vows, in whatever format you want, from Smashwords.

Here’s all you have to do:

- Go to the link under the book blurb below.

- Click on the “Buy” button in the upper right of the page.

- Enter the appropriate coupon code. The price will drop to zero.

- Click on the “Check Out” button. Then you’ll get the chance to download the book in the format of your choice.

It’s that easy.

Let the party begin!

  

All's fair in lust and business

Ruby Maxwell Chen, the lovely and ruthless CEO of a sprawling British business empire, has no qualms about playing dirty – very dirty. She’s happy to use sex to help her close a deal, especially when she’s the one on top. Ruby loves the game, and she expects to win. When she encounters the inexplicably charismatic American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match.

From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. As their struggle for dominance escalates and their mutual lust flares, they draw their employees and associates into their outrageous power games. The stakes could scarcely be higher, as Ruby and Rick play for the ultimate prize: a night of total physical surrender.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/942426

Coupon code: YV38J

The more you try to release desire, the more attached you become.

Travel brings out a strange recklessness in my wife, a hunger for extremes that I don’t see when we’re in New York. I would never have acted on my desire for male flesh if she hadn’t bullied me into my first homosexual encounter. Not that I regret it. I’ll never forget that incandescent night with the audacious young punk she bought for me in Amsterdam.

Now, she wants us to seduce the achingly beautiful Buddhist monk we’ve met in Luang Prabang. I try to reject her suggestions, to resist temptation. But I can’t banish the images of Souvannaphone— ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cry out to be kissed. I yearn for his body—and his serenity.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/771439

Coupon code: YG82X

Don’t wait too long! The coupons expire in a few days.

 

Asian Adventures - #SingaporeFling #Asia #series

Asia”. The word conjures a wealth of imagery and emotions. Exotic. Mysterious. Enigmatic. Alien. Even today, when jets routinely circle the globe, Asia feels strange and faraway.

For me, though, it’s home.

I’ve lived in several Asian countries, and visited many more, though there are still some I haven’t managed to get to—yet! More than a decade ago, for both economic and social reasons, my DH and I relocated to Southeast Asia. I prefer not to specify exactly which country since the powers-that-be in that nation tend to be conservative about sex, at least officially. If they knew Lisabet Sarai resided within their borders... well, I’d rather they didn’t!

Almost immediately, I felt comfortable in my adopted home. Things that are important in most Asian countries—tradition, family, personal relationships, food—are important to me, too. I also loved the dynamism of the region. Asia is changing much faster than America or Europe. It’s exciting to watch and contribute to the unfolding new society. The energy is contagious.

My love affair with Asia actually began much earlier, though. On our first date, more than thirty years ago, my husband told me tales of his extensive travels. I listened, fascinated and envious, as he painted word pictures of Balinese volcanoes, Malaysian jungles and Thai temples. Our first international trip, not long after we married, was to Hong Kong. Working as teachers, we lived in Thailand for two years in the nineteen eighties. The central location that made it easy to explore the region. After that, we were hooked.

Given my long experience with Asia, it’s probably not surprising that quite a few of my stories are set there. Recently I decided to create a series of short ebooks, erotic romance tales that unfold in different Asian countries. The first to be published was Singapore Fling, set (as you might guess) in that high-tech city-state. I’ve brought out four additional titles so far, set in Cambodia, Laos, Thailand, and Vietnam. The next story (Asian Adventures Book 6) will be set in Hokkaido, Japan. 
 

Here’s a bit about the first Asian Adventure.

In the cleanest city in Asia, things can still get messy.

Thai entrepreneur Ploy Kaewkornwattanasakul has come to Singapore to close a deal. Ploy needs to convince tech whiz Jason Chow to license his ground-breaking innovation to her company on favorable terms. The future of her startup depends on her negotiating skill. When she meets Jason, though, she realizes she wants not just the invention, but the inventor, too.

Jason Chow is a brilliant engineer, a successful businessman and a bit of a rebel. He’s attracted to Ploy from the moment he sets eyes on her. However, he doesn’t dare respond to her advances, for fear she’ll discover his secret vice.

Ploy doesn’t understand why the sexy CEO has rejected her. She figures she’ll have to content herself with the cold comfort of a signed contract—unless the strength of Jason’s desire overwhelms his shame.

Buy Links

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0768YSZMX/

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0768YSZMX/

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/752384

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/singapore-fling-lisabet-sarai/1127210397?ean=2940154581056

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36380813-singapore-fling

Excerpt

The two men left her alone to peruse the agreement. A hint of Jason’s scent lingered, though. She tried to ignore it, forcing herself to digest the legalese in front of her.

By the time she reached the bottom of the first page, she was smiling. The smile grew broader as she read further. The contract was generous. More than generous. Exclusive use of Interia technology in Thailand and unlimited technical support, in return for joint branding and a royalty percentage two points lower than what she’d been prepared to offer.

This might be just the push ShopGuru needed to go viral.

Jason stuck his head in the door. “Finished yet?”

She turned her smile in his direction. “Yes. I have.”

“And?”

“It looks highly satisfactory.” Try as she would, she couldn’t keep the glee out of her voice.

“Do you want to run it by your own lawyers?”

Probably she should do so. However, she didn’t want Jason to get any second thoughts about the terms. Plus lawyers cost money.

“No, I’m happy to sign it as is.”

“Excellent. Ravi is here as a witness.” Jason leaned over her to put a second copy of the document on the table. The heat radiating from his body rekindled her carefully controlled desire. “If you’ll give us your signature here—” He pointed to a blank space. She couldn’t help noticing the smooth, hairless skin of his forearm. “And initial here.”

She followed his instructions, struggling to keep her feelings in check.

“And if I could just borrow your pen...” Electricity jumped between them as his fingers grazed hers.

She cursed to herself. Why couldn’t she have gotten the hots for someone normal?

Lisabet's January News - #giveaway #newrelease #freebooks

Happy New Year! I thought I’d start the year off right by posting my latest news—and of course by running a giveaway! Read on for details.

New Releases

Today is release day for Asian Adventures Book 3, entitled Vows. This tale is set in Luang Prabang, Laos, and despite having explicit MM and MF scenes, is actually about spirituality. Curious? You can buy the book at Amazon or Smashwords. You’ll find an (adult) excerpt here.

I’m also flogging (so to speak) the new audio book edition of Damned If You Do, which hit the virtual shelves over the weekend. Narrator Audrey Lusk does an amazing job bringing Wendy and the enigmatic Mr. B to life. I have a few complementary copies to give away to reviewers. If you’d like a free copy of this audio book in return for an honest review, please send me email at lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com. 

Meanwhile, my playful erotica title Hot Brides in Vegas is selling well and getting great reviews. In fact, I had so much fun writing Hot Brides, I’m starting on a sequel! I’m also trying to co-author a book in the same universe with my pal Larry Archer, whose books inspired Hot Brides in the first place. It’s quite a challenge collaborating with someone with such a different writing process, but we’re both determined to make it work! 

 

Coming Soon

I’ll be releasing another Asian Adventures book at the beginning of February. I’m also turning a Valentine’s story over in my mind, featuring Emma and Nick from Gray Christmas. I want to show that we over-sixty set can be as romantic and sexy as pair of any twenty-somethings!

Other News

My next Charity Sunday will be January 14^th. I hope you’ll join me here at Beyond Romance for this monthly feature. I pick a charity, tell you a bit about it, and also post an excerpt. Then for every comment left on the post, I donate one dollar to the charity. It’s an easy way to do a good deed, as well as enjoy some of my trademark steamy erotica or erotic romance. 

 

In fact, you can still leave a comment on my December Charity Sunday post, which supports True Colors, a charity for homeless LGBTQ youth.

In other news, I’m participating with other Excessica authors in a huge group giveaway at Instafreebie. Forty erotica and erotic romance titles are up for grabs, absolutely free, including my paranormal BDSM erotic romance Damned If You Do. To take advantage of this free offer, just go click on the banner below!

And speaking of free books—I have added a feature to my VIP email list. If you sign up for the list, you’ll immediately get access to three free erotic romance tales. Plus you’ll be eligible to enter my exclusive VIP list giveaways.

Just click the button in the left sidebar to get started!

Speaking of Giveaways...

I’m going to give a $5 bookstore gift certificate to one person who leaves a comment on this blog post, and copies of the first two Asian Adventures books to another. So don’t go away without entering the drawing! Please be sure to include your email address in your comment, so I can find you if you win.

That’s about it for now. I hope that, like me, you’re looking forward to another year of great reading!

xxoo  ~ Lisabet

Sort of a Snog, and definitely Steamy... from Vows

My snog today is from my travel-themed short story Vows, originally published in Foreign Affairs, edited by Mitzi Szereto, and now available as a free read on my website. Hope you like it!

Be sure to visit Snog Central over at Victoria's site and follow the links to many more sexy snogs!

I saw him first.

Our boat had just rounded the tip of the peninsula that divides the Nam Khan from the Mekong. The driver cut the noisy motor and let us drift with the current through the golden haze of late afternoon. Peace. Birdsong and the mother river lapping against our hull were the only sounds. The highland breeze danced cool and sweet in my nostrils. I took a deep breath and let my tension ripple out and away like the river before us.

Lush jungle vegetation climbed up the right bank, into the hills. The left bank, on the city side (but who would have imagined that we were in a city, the ancient capital of a potent empire?) was carpeted with the same tangled greenery, but less steep. All at once the slanting sun struck a gleam of gold ahead. As we drew closer, I saw a temple pier jutting into the water, a carved and gilded pavilion with traditional eaves sweeping toward the ground.

A Buddha image nestled in an alcove near the peak of the roof. The man stood on the platform below, as motionless as a statue himself, and yet there was a kind of movement in his stillness. He was one with the river and the forest, breathing in slow unison with them as he gazed at us.

Orange robes draped his lithe, slender body. The honey-colored skin of his naked shoulder glowed in the waning sun. His shaven head highlighted a broad forehead, fine cheekbones, and full lips. He looked young, no more than eighteen. Then our eyes locked and I saw wisdom in his, grace, perhaps humor, but definitely not innocence.

His beauty made me ache. Tears congealed into a knot in my throat. Then Danielle noticed him.

"I'd like to fuck him," she commented softly. I whipped around, embarrassed and concerned that the driver had heard, but he had his palms together, offering the ritual nop gesture of respect as we passed the pavilion.

"Dani! Really! You should be ashamed of yourself! I'm sure you know that it's strictly forbidden for a Buddhist monk to touch a woman."

"So? Vows were made to be broken. Besides," she said slyly, sneaking a hand into my lap, "you can't pretend that you don't want him as well."

I hadn't realized that I was half hard. I had thought that my appreciation of him was wholly aesthetic. Under Dani's skillful fingers, I swelled to a full erection in seconds. Grinning, she grasped the tab of my zipper and started to pull.

"Stop it!" I whispered urgently, grabbing for her invading hand. "Have a little respect!"

"Oh, but baby, I do respect you," she cooed. "I just want to make sure that you get what you want. Sometimes you're too shy to go after it yourself."

She'll never let me live it down. The fact that I'm attracted to men as well as women, but even more, the uncomfortable truth that I might never have realized it if she hadn't bullied me into my first homosexual encounter. Not that I regret it. I'll never forget that incandescent night with the audacious young punk she bought for me in Amsterdam.

There have been others since. Only when we're traveling, though. Travel brings out a strange recklessness in my wife, a hunger for extremes that I don't see when we are in New York. At home, Danielle is energetic and competent, affectionate and attentive, seemingly content with our life. It feels as though we are connected, in bed and out of it. When we're on the road, though (and our mutual love of travel was part of what brought us together), she becomes somehow sharper, prickly and less accessible. She seeks out risks. She sometimes reveals a cat-like streak of cheerful cruelty.

In Vientiane, for instance, she had insisted on tracking down rumors of still-flourishing opium dens somewhere in the city. Reluctantly, I had accompanied her, concerned for her safety. I had romantic images of dim chambers fragrant with incense, brocade-upholstered couches of carved ebony, an ancient crone with bound feet preparing and offering the pipes with a toothless grin. Instead, we found ourselves in a thatched hut on the river bank a few kilometers west of the city center, in the care of a strapping Lao youth with lurid tattoos on his chest and a Led Zeppelin tee shirt.

Watching Danielle's immobile form lying on the woven mat, her eyes wide and empty, I wondered for the hundredth time what drives her to such places. The sickly sweet odor of the drug tickled my nostrils. The proprietor tried once again to interest me in a pipe. I shook my head, but I couldn't help wondering whether the narcotic would have dulled my loneliness.

Dani was still stroking my penis surreptitiously as the boat pulled up to the public dock. "Why don't we go back to the hotel? We can - talk - about our new friend." She paid the boatman, and handed me my straw hat, which I used to hide my raging erection as we strolled the few blocks back to our guest house. I barely had time to close the door and slip out of my sandals before Dani was down on her knees in front of me, undoing my fly.

Here in the privacy of our room, I didn't object. I was painfully hard; it seemed as though the taut skin sheathing my organ would burst at the slightest touch. Danielle squeezed; I could scarcely bear it. She gazed up at me, mischief in her hazel eyes. "Pretend that it's him, sucking you," she murmured, and then she swallowed me whole.

Her mouth was a steaming tropical jungle, her muscular tongue a snake twining around me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into pure sensation.

After five years with me, she knew how I liked it: langourous strokes from base to tip alternating with energetic sucking that must have left her jaw sore, but which brought me to the edge again and again. I filled my mind with images of her: the ginger thatch of her pubis matching the fringe on her head; the slick folds hidden among those curls; her palm-sized breasts with their extravagant nipples; her lively, intelligent, sometimes mocking face. I imagined that she was stroking herself as she worked on me. That might well be true. I remembered her wild, almost inhuman expression when she came.

But as she brought me inexorably closer to orgasm, these images slipped away, though I tried to hold them. Instead, I saw a pair of ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cried out to be kissed. I imagined bare feet, muscular buttocks, a slim cock rearing like a rod of ivory, hairless and pure. She was broadcasting these images to me, I knew it, but that didn't help me to resist. I moaned, guiltily and overwhelmingly aroused. I saw a cloud of saffron-hued fabric drifting down, covering twined limbs, white and honey-colored, and I spilled myself into Danielle's greedy mouth.

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Curious? Read the rest of this unusual ménage story here!