Welcome to Nirvana! #Bisexuality #Bookstore #EroticRomance

By Sadira Stone (Guest Blogger)

Until 2016, I was one of those readers—literary snobs who look down their noses at romance for the usual stupid reasons: too corny, too predictable, too fluffy. Then I read about how fun and lucrative writing erotica can be. I thought, what the heck? Let's try.

I have never had so much fun with a writing project! My first steamy romance, Through the Red Door, nearly wrote itself, though it damn sure didn't edit itself. Now I'm totally addicted to passionate, heartfelt stories with happy endings, both as a reader and as a writer.

Why set the series in a bookshop? Ever since I was a wee lass, I dreamed of owning one. Add to that my fascination with historical erotic art and literature, and you’ve got the Book Nirvana series, set in an indie bookshop with an extensive erotica collection behind a locked red door.

I love writing stories in which a couple’s powerful physical attraction leads them to consider a partner outside their usual M.O.—one who just might turn out to be their perfect match. That’s how it happened for my husband and me!

I wanted to set my series in a college town, so I chose Eugene, home of the University of Oregon, with its lively arts scene and rich counterculture legacy from the hippie era. It’s now my favorite Oregon town to visit!

Blurb

She’s a free spirit. He’s a one-woman man.

Rejected by her family for her bisexuality, graphic artist Margot DuPont yearns for a life with no fences, no limits, and no family ties. Between college, work at Book Nirvana, and an art competition, she barely has time for her part-time girlfriend, much less a flirtation with her competitor.

Dumped into the foster system at a young age, ceramics artist Elmer Byrne craves a big, loving family of the heart. His artist family almost fills that need, but something is missing...until Margot. But when he offers his heart, her thorny defenses shatter him.

Thrown together in an art competition that could jump-start one artist's career, but not both, their irresistible attraction forces them to reconsider the meaning of success.

Excerpt

That fuzzy, flame-colored beard of his must tickle. What would it feel like brushing against her breasts, over her belly, between her thighs?

She bit her lip hard. Too much time in the red room.

The guy turned toward her and grinned. Was it just her imagination, or did his eyes flash when they met hers? Warm hazel eyes, thickly lashed and sparkling with playful energy.

A happy little vibration rose from her belly and twitched the corners of her mouth upward—until she recognized him.

Oh, yuck. This guy. She’d seen him hanging around the shop, flirting with Laurel, all swaggering, macho bullshit. She remembered how Doug, Laurel’s boyfriend, had tensed like an angry stork and glared at the shorter, buffer man.

Maxie waved. “Margot, you remember Elmer? He gave me a ride.” She nudged him with her bony elbow. “Isn’t he cute?”

Real cute. And he knows it.

“How’s it going, Margot?” His grin widened as his gaze flicked down her body and back up.

Creep.

No way to avoid his extended hand without offending Maxie, so she took it. Warm, calloused, his grip firm but not too tight. A tattoo of a foaming beer mug adorned the back of his hand. Beneath the copper hair on his forearm, pretty muscles flexed.

Feet on the ground, DuPont. You’ve got no time for flirtatious fuzz-beards.

Maxie’s merry gaze flicked from Elmer to Margot. “He’s exhibiting at the Rainbow Center on Saturday.” She grinned up at Elmer. “Margot helped Laurel design that poster for the art show.”

His eyebrows rose. “That’s your work? Really nice.”

She shook her head. “It’s Laurel’s work. I just helped her with the graphic design software.”

“Graphic design? Like ads and words and stuff?”

She curled her lip and prepared for battle with yet another snooty artist who looked down his precious nose at graphic arts, like nothing with words or photos could ever count as real art. “I make stuff everyone sees, not just rich people in art galleries.” She stepped closer, glaring up into his startled face while she ticked off on her fingers. “Posters for community events, book covers, the logo for this shop, and its website and signage and—”

He raised both hands and backed off a few steps. “Relax, angry elf. I wasn’t putting down your work, okay? I said I liked the poster. Jeesh.”

Maxie’s painted-on auburn brows rumpled. “Margot, I’m surprised at you.”

That stung. She lowered her gaze and shuffled her boots. “Yeah, well, I’m sick of snobby artists.”

He crossed athletic arms over his impressive pecs. “I’m not one of them.”

Her cheeks flushed hot. “Okay, cool. Sorry. So, um, what are you exhibiting at the show?”

“Ceramics. Beer steins, mostly. Donated a dozen to the Rainbow Arts Center.” He winked, her dig seemingly forgotten. “If someone likes my stuff, maybe they’ll order a complete set.”

Beer mugs. Definitely not snooty. Embarrassment drilled deeper into her skull.

The pretty potter smooched Maxie’s cheek. “Well, gotta shove off. Max, I’ll pick you up at ten on Saturday. Ladies.” He pantomimed lifting a hat brim, then ambled toward the door.

Maxie prodded Margot’s boot with her cane. “Why’d you bite his head off? He’s a nice boy. You should ask him out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Max, I’m not looking to date right now. Especially not that guy.”

“What’s wrong with Elmer?”

“I’ve seen him in action. He flirts for sport. I’m not gonna be anyone’s plaything.”

The doorway bell tinkled as Elmer strolled through. Laurel looked up from wiping the counter. “You want to wait in the café, Aunt Maxie? I’ll be done in fifteen minutes.”

“Of course, doll.” Maxie tottered toward the coffee shop next door.

Margot moved behind the counter and watched through the plate-glass window as Elmer crossed the street and unlocked his rust-bucket pickup. “Pain in the ass, isn’t he?” Nice ass, though. Firm and crunchy.

Laurel chuckled. “Oh, he’s not so bad. I think he just flirts out of habit, like some people nibble their nails or twiddle their hair.” She turned away to straighten a pile of flyers. “Margot, do you—um…”

“What?”

“Do you date guys?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Sometimes. Why?”

“On his way out, he asked about you.”

“Oh, so I should date him, get him off your back?” She scrubbed her fingers through her hair. “No thanks.”

“Well, I hope you’ll come to the art show anyway. I’m running the race at ten, but I’ll help with the set-up beforehand.” She cracked a crooked smile. “I’ll do my best to corral Elmer. Gotta warn you, though—if he sets his mind on you, he’s persistent.”

“Don’t worry.” She shoved a hand through her spiky hair. “I can handle pushy guys. I know how to push back.”

Love, Art, and Other Obstacles is on sale for just $2.99 (ebook) from 15 May-29 May on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Apple Books.

Buy links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086YLR81G/

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Google Play:  https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Sadira_Stone_Love_Art_and_Other_Obstacles?id=qtriDwAAQBAJ

Goodreads Link

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53105312-love-art-and-other-obstacles

About the Author

Ever since her first kiss, Sadira’s been spinning steamy tales in her head. After leaving her teaching career in Germany, she finally tried her hand at writing one. Now she’s a happy citizen of Romancelandia, penning contemporary romance from her new home in Washington State, U.S.A. When not writing, which is seldom, she explores the Pacific Northwest with her charming husband, enjoys the local music scene, plays darts (pretty well), plays guitar (badly), and gobbles all the books. Visit Sadira at www.sadirastone.com .

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Tales of love with a BDSM twist -- @pebbleslacasse #mistress #submission #femdom

By Pebbles Lacasse (Guest Blogger)

Hello everyone, I’m Pebbles Lacasse. It’s nice to meet you. Thank you Lisabet for having me as a guest on your blog. For all of you who have never heard my name before, I’ll tell you a bit about the stories I write and how I create my characters.

Although I’ve written books that aren’t sexual, my favorite tales to tell are about the delights of BDSM. Many readers think there can’t be a love story to come from a book about consensual rough sex. I don’t want the readers to get hung up on all the sexual aspects of the stories. Love is where it’s at, am I right? I adore a good romance. My characters always discover their love where they least expected to find them. I’m always pleased to finish a book with a happy ending.

When starting a novel, I like to imagine characters that have interesting personalities and a wild sex drive. Each one is strong-minded, especially the submissives. Occasionally, however, their characteristics resemble people I know in real life. Some of my friends tell me about their wildest fantasies, most they would never act upon. But, there are others who whisper risqué details of the most exciting, taboo sex they have ever had. A few of those stories have made it into my books but I won’t tell you which scenarios or their names. Secrecy is a must.

The main character in my book series, My JoeSmith, is quiet and seems innocent. She differs greatly from the woman who tells her tale in my third book, Alexa & Blaire. Both seek adventure as well as mind-blowing sexual experiences, and neither thinks love in on the table until all of a sudden, it is. Through trust, budding romances thrive, blooming into a bond stronger than the ropes used to bind them.

Mistress Tarah is my latest book, published February 16 of 2018. This book is a bit different than the others in that the storyteller is a dominatrix and not the submissive. It was so much fun to write the book from another perspective. I can see myself writing more books like this one. All of my BDSM books are published through eXcessica.

If love and explicit sexual scenes are your thing, check out the blurb for Mistress Tarah…

Mistress Tarah quenches the secret kinky thirsts of her wealthy clients, pushing each person’s boundaries to their limit. Whether they want to be humiliated, adored, punished or bound, she enjoys taking them into their world of fantasy, ensuring their experience with her is unequalled. Mistress Tarah thrives in her expert ability to dish out exactly the right amount of pain before pleasure, never leaving a client disappointed no matter the depth of their perversion.

Victor is a ferocious master of his own dungeon but when Mistress Tarah calls, she need only ask him to join her and he will eagerly fulfill her client’s desire of being physically overwhelmed by a muscle-bound beast of a man. He has an uncanny ability of bringing both men and women to unimaginable heightened states of arousal.

When he leaves the dungeon, he becomes the gentle giant who loves and adores Mistress Tarah with a patient easiness that she doesn’t understand. The one thing she fears the most is giving her love away, no matter how much she wants to let herself fall for Victor’s gentle touch, loving arms and his promise of an everlasting love.

Her fears of meeting his family have her doubting they will accept her unconditionally if Victor reveals who she is. When one of her top clients is discovered to be an important member of Victor’s family, will this new information cast her out of his life, proving to her once again that nobody can love unconditionally… not even Victor?

Have I tickled your interest? Not quite? Perhaps you need a little snippet from between the pages of Mistress Tarah. Here is an excerpt that just might pull on your naughty string…

I have Steven lying face down, spread out on the floor while I sit on his lower back and spank his ass. Before he laid flat, I had him aim his prick to point toward his feet so the top of it rests against the floor. I shove my fingers into his asshole while my other hand presses down on the head of his engorged cock, nearly flattening it to the floor. He’s gasping and groaning as I punish his prick and asshole. He can hear his wife moaning but I have him so he can’t see her. I arranged him purposely this way to frustrate him, which will excite him even more.

My fingers slap at his testicles before stroking the tip of his cock. He’s crying out and moaning at the same time. It could all stop if he wanted it to but he enjoys the suffering. I can feel his manhood swelling beneath him. I push three fingers into his ass, and then four while fucking him slowly.

My attention is drawn back to Victor and Kim when she screams out from her first orgasm by him. His fingers are buried deep into her sloppy, wet cunt. I can hear the sloshing as his digits wave inside of her.

He looks to me and winks, letting me know that he’s going to fuck her soon. I need to arrange Steven so he can watch her reactions. I order him to follow me crawling like a baby. He complies without a sound, standing as soon as we reach the pillars.

After fastening his hands together behind his back using metal handcuffs, I buckle a collar onto his neck and attach it to one of the ropes that hang from the ceiling chains, and then pull it until he’s standing straight and tall. If his feet are flat on the floor, the collar will slow the blood flow to his brain but if he’s on his toes, he’ll be fine. I will need to monitor him very closely in this position. The rope is set with a quick release if he gets weak or passes out.

I insert a large butt plug into his ass, which slips in easier than usual. Victor stretched him quite a bit. I stand in front of him and fondle his prick while he stares at my eyes, trying not to offend me by peeking at his wife and Victor. He learned a long time ago to watch me while I’m touching him, unless I instruct him otherwise. I slide a handheld fucking sleeve over his erect penis and slowly glide up and down his full length while I gingerly fondle his testicles with my free hand, squeezing hard at times.

“Watch your wife. Victor is going to fuck her. Do you think she’ll scream? Maybe she’ll enjoy his cock so much that yours will no longer satisfy her.” My words are spoken in a soft, teasing voice while I make my way behind him so he can watch them… so we can both watch them.

My hand slides the fucking sleeve while my other plays with the butt plug, pushing and pulling it, not enough to say I’m fucking him with it, just teasing. I veer my eyes to the couple as he’s rolling on a condom. She is panting, anxiously awaiting his thick, rigid member.

He leans over like he’s going to kiss her but it’s in the contract that he doesn’t. He’s allowed to kiss her husband but not her. Steven felt it would be too emotionally intimate for a man to kiss another man’s wife. He’s sure he’d get jealous if that were to occur. People never know what they will or will not get upset about until the situation arises and by then, sometimes it’s too late. I warned couples to be conscious of that, especially for their first time with a bisexual male partner.

He lines up his large cock and slowly pushes forward, sliding all the way into her without pausing. Her mouth gapes, releasing a long, loud moan. He pulls his hips back and then glides into her with great care not to slam hard the first few times. She’s watching his washboard abs flex and relax. He puts his hands on the back of his head and purposely flexes his muscles as he fucks her.

Her face reddens and she screams out, “I’m coming!” Her teeth clench as she fights to keep her eyes open so she can see the glorious creature before her but they flutter and then squeeze tightly shut.

Victor pushes his pelvis against her and holds, grabbing her waist to help hold himself inside her as her cunt spasms around his prick. He will not let her spray, thus not giving her the powerfully orgasmic experience that every woman so desires. As soon as her body eases, he begins hammering into her. She’s watching his face again as he watches his cock fill her completely. When he looks back up at her, she’s coming again. He holds inside her waiting for her to ease, once again refusing her the gushing orgasm.

He pulls out of her long enough to walk a few steps to collect a vibrating wand from the floor beside them. He lines up and slides into her wet cunt with a quick thrust. She’s already moaning, working up another orgasm. I think she’s so infatuated by his appearance that he could be the worst lay ever and she’d still orgasm, but he is very good, I know this for a fact.

He presses the vibrating wand against her clit and she starts squirming against the restraints. Soon she’s wailing and moaning, begging him not to stop what he’s doing to her. He continues to fuck her with an easygoing rhythm while vibrating her tiny cluster of nerves. As soon as she starts whining like she’s going to climax, he slams his prick into her cunt repeatedly, with force. Kim falls silent, her face reddening as she holds her breath, so lost in ecstasy, her brain too overcome by pleasure to realize that she needs to breathe.

Victor suddenly pulls out of her and spins to the side as a flooding gush of cum sprays from her spastic cunt, splashing onto the floor. Her body convulses as she gasps in a long breathe and then screams, demanding him to continue. “Fuck me hard!”

Do you want to read more? I hope you do. Here are some links to my author pages to help you…

eXcessica - http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=6&products_id=1398

Goodreads- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38610504-mistress-tarah

Amazon.com - https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=pebbles+lacasse

Barnes & Noble - https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mistress-tarah-pebbles-lacasse/1127959616?ean=2940158612541

Manic Readers - http://www.manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=bookdetail&bookid=62002

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/pebbles.lacasse.56

About Pebbles

Pebbles Lacasse is a writer of erotic sex that some would consider to be taboo. The genre of BDSM is sadly overlooked by many, but Pebbles enjoys creating characters with big personalities that are easy for most readers to assimilate with, especially if ‘normal’ is not what you crave. Although she’s written sci-fi and mystery under her real name, sex is what she writes best.

Having been raised in a small town in southern Canada, she learned the value of keeping life simple. Pebbles remains near her birthplace even though she has lived elsewhere. Home is with family. She’s worked in many jobs that taught her what it means to work hard but due to illness, is now at home creating characters who love to be bad.

She’s married to the love of her life who just so happens to be her best friend. Together they’ve raised two amazing children who are now grown and living happy, productive lives. She keeps her family close to her heart, always and forever.

Be good to one another and don’t hurt anyone, unless they ask you to.

Xoxo,

Pebbles Lacasse

@pebbleslacasse