Showing posts with label contest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label contest. Show all posts

Friday, July 9, 2021

Too many books! #Contest #Website #Marketing

Lots of books!

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A few months ago, I came to a troubling conclusion.

I’ve published too many books.

I’ve been writing and publishing for more than two decades and I have between fifty and a hundred titles available, with more being added all the time. Furthermore, I write in a wide range of genres, styles and lengths, from novels to short stories.

How in the world are my readers supposed to figure out what to read next?

I’ve had a website almost since I started, which is now in its third incarnation. Still, the basic design dates from ten years ago. I don’t have the time or money to redo the site entirely. However, I decided that one of my projects for this summer was to at least try and tame my book pages on the website, so that readers could easily search for what they feel like reading, and could get full information about a book including blurb, excerpt and buy links once they’d found a candidate.

I’ve finished the first round of this effort. And I’d like to know what you think. So I’m running a contest. First prize is a $10 bookstore gift certificate. There are five second prizes – your choice of any of my indie-published books. Plus, if you feel like spending more time and helping me debug the site, you could get more free books.

Here’s how it works:

Visit the new book page on the site: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html and take a look around. You’ll see that I’ve added drop down lists of titles categorized by genres and lengths. When you click on a title, you’ll be taken to a book page exclusively for that title. (This is not completely implemented for some of the oldest books on my back list.)

There’s a also a button labeled “Surprise Me!” which will randomly pick a book for you.

Anyway, choose a book that you think you’d like. Then send me an email at contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com. Tell me what book you’d like, and in what format (pdf, epub or mobi). I’d be very grateful if you also gave me your opinions or suggestions about the site, if you have the time.

The contest will run for two weeks. On the 23rd of July, I will randomly choose a grand prize winner from all the emails I’ve received. I’ll also choose five additional people who will get the book they chose.

What about the extra free books? If you find a bad link when you’re exploring the book pages – either a title that doesn’t go to the right place, or a buy link that’s wrong – send me the information and I’ll send you your choice of book. If you find more of my errors (and though I’ve tested the site, I’m sure I missed some), you’ll get more books. This offer also ends on the 23rd.

Any questions? If so you can ask in the comments, or send me email.

Thanks for your help – and good luck!!!

 

Saturday, July 4, 2020

Win great prizes! ... #Giveaway #EmailList #FreeBooks

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Want a chance at winning some fantastic prizes? I’m not talking about some silly stuffed animals either!

Right now I’m running an exclusive contest for members of my VIP Email List. Prizes include a $10 gift certificate to your choice of bookstore, plus a slew of free ebooks and audiobooks. Seven winners in all!

All you have to do is write a short email...

But you must be a member of my email list to participate. Interested? Click here to join:


(Or use the button in the right sidebar.)

As soon as I see you’ve signed up, I’ll send you the contest details.

The contest ends on the 15th of July, so don’t procrastinate!

And while I’ve got your attention – congratulations to Savanna Kougar, who won my MFRW Steam giveaway last month.

This coming Tuesday, 7 July, is the next MFRW Steam hop, and I’ll be giving away another erotic romance to one lucky person who comments.

Mark it on your calendars! (Though of course I will remind you!)






 

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Prizes and a free book? Just join my VIP email list! #FreeBook #Giveaway

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I have a group of very special friends – the readers who belong to my VIP email list. Some of them have been following me for years. I know them well enough that I recognize them, just from their email addresses. I’m very grateful for their loyalty and support.

I’d love to have you join this select group. You’ll get first notice about all my new releases and giveaways. I also announce guests whom I think my readers will particularly enjoy (especially other authors who are offering attractive prizes!)

In addition, at least four times per year I run exclusive contests, just for them. There’s one in progress right now: first prize is a $10 gift certificate, second prize is a $5 gift certificate and third prize is the winner’s choice of any of my indie published titles.

Want in? Just click the link below to join, and I’ll send you the details.


In addition, anyone new who joins my list will receive a free copy of my holiday erotic romance Gray Christmas, in your choice of ebook formats.



Youre never too old for some holiday naughtiness

Widowed author Emma Granger has reconciled herself to spending Christmas Eve in snowy Boston, with a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio and her cat Vronsky. Her daughters have their own lives on the West Coast. Emma knows she can’t expect them to visit every holiday.

A loud crash from the apartment above her overturns her plans for a quiet evening at home. When she investigates, she meets Nick North, an energetic iconoclast with a gray ponytail, a silver earring and bright blue eyes that kindle feelings she’d thought were gone forever. Nick is her own age, maybe older, but his lean body and impish grin affect her as if she were a horny teenager.

Although Emma makes her living writing spicy romance, sex with a stranger seems ludicrous when you’re an arthritic grandmother in your sixties. Still, the attraction she feels for her charismatic upstairs neighbor appears to be reciprocated. A Christmas fling might be just what Emma needs to brighten her holiday.


Join today, and I’ll send you your free book tomorrow!

Friday, October 18, 2019

Cover Reveal Contest! #VegasBabes #AmWriting #BDSM

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I am on the home stretch! Two chapters left to go in my next Vegas Babes book, Babes in Bondage! My goal is to get it out before Halloween.

Last Wednesday I promised you a cover reveal. Indeed, I had one cover all planned, but then I found another image that I also liked. So I have decided to ask for your opinion. And I’m willing to pay for it!

Check out the blurb, then look at the two covers. Leave me a comment (with your email address, please!) letting me know which cover you prefer (and why, if you feel inclined).

On Monday I will randomly select one commenter who will receive a $10 Amazon, Kobo or Totally Bound gift voucher.

Please, let me know what you think!

Blurb

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safeword?

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

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So, which one do you prefer? Remember, you could win a $10 gift voucher! (Don’t forget to include your email in your comment!)


Monday, October 14, 2019

Behind The Scenes With My Naughty Heroine - #CharacterInterview #BDSM @PebblesLacasse

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Pebbles LaCasse: Hello, and welcome! Today, I am interviewing Beth McDavid, one of the main characters in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

This book, if you haven’t read it yet, is an insightful story about a couple’s journey into the world of submission, dominance and self-discovery. It’s sexy, taboo, and takes you into the minds of both dom and sub, by each sharing the role of main character. The story is told in such a way that it’s not all about the sex. I tried to take the reader into the minds of Beth and Jake during some of the most in-depth, sexual, mental and emotional situations. I loved writing this book. It’s not just an erotic novel, not by far.

Here is a quick rundown on what My Wife & Master Jake is about.
Henry desires for his wife to be ravished by his sexually dominant co-worker and friend. After his urging, and Jake’s guarantee that she can walk away at any time, Beth agrees to play along. Her sessions with him test her mentally, physically and emotionally. But is Henry willing to do the same for her?

Okay, so let’s get to the interview. Hello, Beth. You must be excited about the book’s recent release. I know I am.

Beth McDavid: Hello, Pebbles. Yes, I am excited and anxious.

PL: Why anxious?

BM: Now that people will be reading all about my sexual adventures with Jake, I’m feeling a bit self-conscious. I’m nervous about people judging me.

PL: As a writer, people judge me, especially for putting my characters in taboo sexual situations. This book is smoking hot! Sizzling, sexy, and the readers will be jealous of all the orgasms you had.

BM: He’s very good at what he does.

PL: So, tell everyone a bit about your life before Jake entered the picture.

BM: My life was great, still is. I’m married to Henry McDavid. We’ve been together for almost twenty years. We have no children--didn’t want any. We have busy careers and didn’t want to give that up. Henry is a chief financial officer for an external auditing firm. I’m a writer, and work from home.

PL: How did you meet Jake?

BM: Technically, we met in a dark room inside your imagination, but in the book, my husband introduced me to him at a work function. Right after he did, he scurried off to go talk to someone else, leaving Jake and me staring at each other. He’s absolutely dreamy. I could stare at him all day long. Don’t tell him I said that.

PL: I won’t, but he is likely to read this interview.

BM: Yes, he will, and he’ll tease me about it. That’s okay, maybe he’ll reward me.

PL: Hey, Jake, if you’re reading this, I think you’re dreamy too! Okay back to the interview. Is that when he propositioned on you?

BM: Yeah, and it shocked me. He was so forward. At first, I thought he was just being nice, but soon, it became all too real. He asked me to meet him for lunch at a cafĂ©. I wasn’t going to go, but when I told Henry about Jake’s proposal, he urged me to go meet him. Him and Henry are great friends. They set it up. Henry knew Jake was into BDSM and wasn’t a blabbermouth, so he would keep the affair secret. Henry would get excited every time he thought about Jake dominating me.

PL: You met with Jake and he talked his way into your curious mind, and you went home with him. Were you scared?

BM: I was so nervous that I almost turned the car around several times on the short drive to his house. When we got there, I was shaking so much that I thought I would fall down.

PL: Tell us about the first time with him.

BM: Oh, wow! Yes, incredible! After asking me to strip naked, he bound my hands over my head and tied them to a dangling chain from the ceiling. I was standing. He didn’t punish me much at all that first time. He spanked me a bit, pulled my nipples, but he wanted to break me in slowly. It worked, because I was hooked and needed to know more, experience more, feel more.

PL: Tell us about when Henry got to watch the action.

BM: I won’t tell you the whole story, but he enjoyed it very much, all by himself. I think everyone knows what I mean.

PL: He got handsy with himself. Who wouldn’t? Watching something like that play out would be too much to bear without relieving some tension. For the people reading this—the scene in the office… Whew!

BM: It was spontaneous, and we all loved it!

PL: Tell us about your feelings of guilt.

BM: I felt guilty at times. I was having sex with another man. Henry kept telling me that he enjoyed knowing I was getting ‘taken care of’ while he was in a boring board meeting.

PL: But you set him up with someone, didn’t you?

BM: Yes, I did. I’m not going to tell what happened because I think everyone should read the book.

PL: I’ll just say that three is company but four is a party and let your imaginations soar. Beth, I want to thank you for coming here to talk with me about your starring role in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

BM: Thank you for interviewing me, Pebbles. This was a lot of fun.

PL: I hope everyone reads this book - My Wife & Master Jake by me, Pebbles Lacasse. It’s available for purchase on Amazon, FREE on KU, and you can buy the book as a paperback, for all the paper junkies. No judgement--I’m a paper junkie. I just love holding an actual book in my hands. You'll find the BUY link and a CONTEST link below my steam excerpt.



Excerpt (X rated)

Tell me what you want, Beth.”

What does he want me to say? Does he want details like how fast or slow to fuck me? Perhaps just a rough description. “Make love to me.”

He frowns. “No, I won’t ever do that. Your husband can make love to you. I’m available strictly for sexual pleasure but definitely not lovemaking. If you’re hoping for more than what I’m offering, you’ll be greatly disappointed.”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant, exactly.” How can I not find the right words to describe what I want from him right now? I am a writer, goddammit!

“Beth, in this room, I need you to be specific. What do you want?” I simply shrug, not sure of what to say. “Do you want me to lick or fuck your pussy? Fuck your ass again? Stimulate you another way, perhaps? I don’t often ask, so take advantage. I do what I want within her boundaries. Because I don’t know you well enough to know what you want, I will ask you this one time. What do you want, Beth?”

“Um, I’d like to take you in my mouth.”

“Do you want it to be forced, or should I let you have all the control?”

“A little of both, maybe,” I reply with a shyness that’s unnecessary at this point.

“I don’t ever want you to be coy with me. If you want something and I ask you to speak, answer me precisely; otherwise, I’ll do what I want, and you might not like it.” He insists, “Get down on your knees and tell me you want to suck my cock.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say while sliding my weary body off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He holds his cock in his fist. I’m looking up at him with my lips parted, ready to take him. He’s looking down at my gaping mouth. He puts two fingers in and slides them along my tongue until they are in past his knuckles. I watch him lick his lips. His eyes admire the depth his fingers have reached. He’s pleased with my ability to evade gagging. He pulls his fingers out, then slides them back in, but now there are three fingers at the back of my tongue. I open my throat and force my tongue against my bottom jaw to prevent me from gagging. I don’t want him to see me as an incapable woman.

“Again, tell me what you want.”

With his fingers still deep in my mouth, I do my best to say, “I want to suck your cock.”

After sliding his fingers from my mouth, Jake says, “This should be fun.” His smile lifts the corner of his mouth as he puts the head of his cock between my lips and tells me, “Suck just that much.”

I tighten my lips around the mushroom head and suck gently, teasing his hole with my tongue. I watch his facial twitches as my lips work the tip of his prick. He bites his bottom lip while stroking the back of my head with his hand. He lifts his chin and looks straight ahead as if to distract his thoughts from my actions. I start rocking my head forward and back, taking more of him in my mouth each time.

Suddenly, Jake grabs my hair and yanks my head back. He bends down until his face is nearly touching mine. “You only suck what I offer you. Don’t be so fucking greedy.”

He stands back up while my heart pounds, my eyes wide open, fighting back nervous tears. Why was he so angry with me? I was sucking his cock. Isn’t that what men like? I open my mouth and wait for him to put exactly how much he wants to in my mouth. Why am I so upset about disappointing him? He didn’t hit me or anything.
Fucking get it together, Beth!

He whispers reassuring words. “Don’t cry. You’re stronger than that. You have the power to make it all stop. Do you want to stop?” I shake my head. “You’ll learn to follow instructions. If I tell you to do something, you do it how I say; nothing more, nothing less. When I say that I only want you to suck the tip of my cock, that’s all you’ll suck until I offer you more. Do you understand?”

I nod, still holding the tip of his cock between my lips. I return to sucking softly and licking the tip, staying conscious of how much I’m taking in. I no longer want to cry because he’s right; it’s my choice to be here, and I can leave if I want to.


About Me

Pebbles Lacasse writes tales of steamy romance. She loves taking the characters in her erotic novels on a rollercoaster ride of emotions as they explore their innermost thoughts and desires. She’s written books under several different genres and aliases, favouring erotic romance and BDSM.

Born and raised in southern Ontario, Pebbles never felt a need to stray too far. She still resides in the area with her husband of many years. Unfortunately, their two adult children have moved away to further their educations and careers. Being very family oriented, their absence is greatly missed. Thankfully, internet keeps them feeling close.

Pebbles loves her family, her animals and the close friends that have stuck by her through good times and bad.

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Thursday, June 13, 2019

Sex? Sure. New BDSM erotica release! -- #femdom #dominance #erotica

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I’m back to share another exclusive excerpt from my new release, The Heart of the Deal. If you like BDSM erotica with a romantic HEA (actually, two...), you should check this one out.

Business, bondage, discipline and desire...

They call me “Ruthless Ruby”. Not the most complimentary nickname, but I wear it with pride. I have no qualms about playing dirty – very dirty – if that’s what it takes to close a business deal. Sex? Sure. Especially if I’m the one on top.

I love the game, and I expect to win. But so does my competitor Rick Martell. He’s got some weird charisma that inspires helpless lust in every woman he meets. Even me. I won’t surrender, though. Oh, I do want him – kneeling at my feet, cringing under my whip.

(You could win a copy by commenting on my release party post...)

Exclusive Excerpt

I am in my Asian bitch goddess mode. I have pulled my hair back into a long, tight ponytail that hangs down to my waist. I am wearing butter-soft, black leather: laced vest, miniskirt, stiletto-heeled boots, broad studded belt. From that belt hangs an elegant little flogger, a statement and an invitation. My eyelids are silver and my lips are scarlet. I am gorgeous, I know, an exotic vision of female power.

I stride into the churning mass of dancers on the stage and begin to dance. The music pulses, alien and compelling. Techno is not usually to my taste, but tonight it suits my mood.
Swirling, grinding my hips, flicking my hair from side to side, bathing in the heat of the flesh around me, I am beginning to feel better. Richard Martell had best beware if he plans on crossing Ruby Chen.

Part of me is lost in the beat and the movement. But I am also scanning the crowd, seeking an appropriate partner. I notice him just as he sees me. He is a bear of a man, with lush black hair and a beard. He’s dressed in medieval mode, a flowing shirt of royal blue whose open-laced neck shows more hair on his chest. Riding boots, leather wrist-cuffs, a chain-mail bag at his waist. Despite his size, he moves well. His tight suede leggings show off his muscled thighs. As I hold his gaze, I also can see the telltale swelling at his groin.

With the slightest motion of my head, I summon him to me. He towers above me, despite my four inch heels, but when I fix my eyes on his, he cannot sustain the contact. Instead, he looks down at the instrument of punishment on my belt, half-fearful, half-eager. He licks his lips.

Let’s dance,” I say, more a command than a suggestion. He nods, and we begin to move together.

I shake my shoulders, my hips. Thrust my breasts forward, so that the thong lacings part and he can see the shadowy valley of my cleavage. My body is close to his, close enough for me to smell his nervous sweat, but I do not allow us to touch. My crotch dampens. That familiar, demanding ache rises in my sex. I trail my fingers through the air, across his body, a hair’s breadth from his bulking erection. So little space between us—does he catch the musky scent of my desire?

I lean a little closer, so that he can hear me over the whine of the synthesizer. “You were staring at my whip. Do you like it?”

Underneath his beard, he blushes. He nods, reluctant but obviously excited.

Do you want it?” I ask, pushing him further. “You will have to earn it, you know.”

The music is too loud for me to catch his response. But I see his answer in his face.

Come with me, then.” I turn and slink toward the side corridor, heading for one of the private balconies. I do not look back, but I can feel him following me, sense his eyes on the tight leather that sheathes my hips.

When he parts the velvet curtains, I am already ready for him, sitting on one chair, legs apart with a booted foot on each of two others.

Remove your shirt. And kneel.”

He does not require more explicit instructions. He pulls his lovely blue tunic over his head. His torso is powerful and darkly furred. His bulk making him a bit clumsy, he lowers himself to the appropriate position between my thighs, then looks up at me for further orders.

I recall my fair-haired, graceful supplicant of earlier in the day; poor, ambitious Mr. Dalton. The memory makes me hotter. Power surges in me.

Now, as you have requested, I will flog you. Meanwhile, give me your fingers.”

I raise my skirt a bit higher, and let him see that I am wearing crotchless panties of black silk. Just a few wisps of lace, really, framing and highlighting my creamy thighs. And the dark, moist, hungry gap between.

He begins to play with my labia, watching me all the time to see if I am pleased. I am soaked.
Holding his hand palm up, he slips three fingers into my cunt. There's no resistance. I stifle my moan. His thumb is pressed against my clit, rocking it back and forth. Very good. Oh, yes, very nice indeed.

Your other hand now. In my arse. And lower your eyes. You may not look at me unless I give you permission.”

He bows his head and leans forward a bit. I slump further in the chair, presenting my hind hole to him. He has large, powerful hands, but he is tentative and gentle, wiggling his way through the ring of muscle guarding that passage. I press my bum against his hand, forcing him inside. I shudder with pleasure at the delicious desecration.

It is difficult to concentrate as he stokes my fires with his nimble fingers. But I am not one to renege on a promise. I reach for the flogger, which I left conveniently at hand.

Prepare yourself,” I gasp. I bring the leather thongs smartly down on his shoulders, once and again.

At the first slap of the whip, he moans. The second makes him squirm and thrust his fingers deep into me. It is not the pain, I know. In my supine position, I cannot really swing the instrument hard enough to do much damage.

He is intoxicated by his own submission, and by my power. The thongs whistle through the air again and land smartly his hairy back. Another swipe, and yet another. With each one, he works me harder. He has two fingers in my arse now, spread apart so that the rich, dirty sensation is edged with pain.

I cannot control my strokes anymore. I drop the flogger and lean back. “Bring me off,” I order, my voice husky and edged with desperation. He is like a machine, his fingers pumping piston-like inside me. A race car sweeping around the track, my climax approaches. Acceleration. Frenzy.

The Heart of the Deal: Business, Bondage, Discipline and Desire by Lisabet Sarai

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Thursday, April 11, 2019

My Back List Blast starts tomorrow! #prizes #freebooks #BackListBlast

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Tomorrow I leave on a ten-day trip for my annual April break. However, I certainly don’t want to leave my readers and fans without entertainment while I’m traveling. So I’ve organized an event that will give you the chance to see what I’ve been publishing over the past few years, as well as to win some great prizes.

Every day between the 12th and the 21st of April, I will be featuring a different book, released in the past few years. I’ll share the cover, blurb and an excerpt. Leave me a comment, and I’ll enter you in a drawing to win a free ebook copy of the featured book. That’s right – ten days, ten free books! And yes, you can win more than once.

In addition, when I return, I’ll randomly select one commenter to win the grand prize – a $25 gift certificate to the online bookstore of your choice. Every comment counts as an entry. The more often you visit, the greater your chances of winning.

You’ll find a lot of diversity in the books I’m featuring. I suspect you’ll see at least one or two that tempt you. At least, that’s what I’m hoping!

Thanks for following my blog. I’ll see you in a week and a half!

~ Lisabet

Sunday, July 22, 2018

Sizzling Sunday - with a #Contest and a #Coupon! @Archer_Larry

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Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday!

I’ve been away for the last couple of weekssorry for neglecting you!—so today I’ve got something special. Not only do I have a steamy excerpt from my latest release, Hot Brides in Vegas, but also a contest and a half-price coupon. You’ll find the details after the excerpt.

Blurb

Tying the knot — with no strings attached!

Who can resist love at first sight? The minute Ted saw Annie shedding her clothes on stage at The Foxs Den, he fell head over heels for the petite, busty redhead. She had to make the first move, though, dragging him into an impromptu orgy in the Dens VIP suite, along with technically-virgin bride Francesca, secret slut Laura, and hot black mama Chantal.

Now Annie and Ted are getting married, and theyve invited all their friends from that wild Amateur Night to the party. Taking over a vintage eighties motel with a courtyard and pool for their private function, the bride and groom expect a certain amount of carnal excess. Still, nobodys prepared for the sexual free-for-all that breaks loose, involving not only the gals from the Den but also Annies rock star brother, Teds MILF mother, Chantals new slave girl, a lascivious hippie couple, a susceptible priest, the butch hotel manager, and an entire Scottish rugby team. As the wedding guests act out their secret fantasies, they push the limits of both lust and love. Finally arriving at the altar, after an exhausting, arousing twenty four hours, Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to mean tying themselves down.

Excerpt

Before Annie could respond, Nan mounted the low platform they’d set up to the right of the bar and grabbed the portable mike.

“’Evening, everyone! Welcome to the Holiday House. I’m Nan Anderson, manager of the hotel, and your mistress of ceremonies for the evening.”

Ted shot a look of confusion in Annie’s direction. She shrugged, unsure what to do.

First of all, I want to congratulate Annie and Ted on their marriage. They make a lovely couple, don’t you think?”

The guests hooted and clapped their approval. Even Rod and Claudia broke their clinch to applaud.

Let’s get them up here on stage. Annie? Ted? Come on, don’t be shy!”

Annie rose from her chair, taking her margarita with her. She thought she might need it. Her groom joined them, slipping his hand into hers as he stood beside her.

How about a kiss, kids? Show everyone how you feel about each other.”

Ted wrapped his arms around Annie and briefly pressed his lips to hers. Almost before the kiss began, it was over.

Oh, please!” Nan took possession of Annie’s drink, leaving her hands free. “Forget about the rest of us for a minute, Ted, and kiss her the way you would if you were alone.”

Annie-belle…” Ted began, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Never mind,” Annie whispered. She grabbed him, pulling his hard body against hers, and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He responded, in spite of himself, locking his mouth to hers, drinking deep of her heat. Through the barely-there fabric of her dress, she felt his cock swell and harden. She snuck one hand between their bodies to give him a squeeze. He gasped and bucked against her palm. A moment later, still plundering her mouth, he gripped her ass and ground her pubis against the bulk trapped in his trousers. Now it was her turn to suck in breath, as the friction struck sparks in her pussy.

He found one of the slits in the dress and slid a hand inside to stroke her bare skin—first her hip, then her belly, then lower, brushing the soft fur that covered her mound. Heedless of their audience, she parted her legs, silently begging him for more. Ted did not disappoint her. His long, talented fingers slipped between her slick lower lips.

Fire streaked through her. He backed off, then pushed deeper into her crevice. Annie clutched his butt and rode his fingers, chasing a climax that hovered just out of reach. There, like that, just like that…

He stroked her inner walls. His thumb grazed her clit, then prodded the swollen bead of flesh, then rubbed hard. A geyser of pleasure welled up from her depths. She broke their kiss with a moan as she came all over his hand, drenching him in pussy juice.

The climax left her weak and twitching in her lover’s arms. For a moment, she didn’t notice the applause.

Nan was clapping too, close to her ear. “Now that’s more like it! Well done.”

Ted finally released her. Annie struggled to stand. Nan slipped an arm around her shoulders to give her a quick hug. Then she seized Ted’s hand and licked it thoroughly, to his obvious discomfort.

Mmm. Thanks, kids. That’s a great way to start the evening’s activities.” She gave them a lascivious grin. “Let’s continue with a game—if that’s okay with you two?”

Annie nodded, still feeling vague and loose after her orgasm.

What kind of game?” asked Ted.

Musical chairs.” Nan hopped off the stage, then handed up a chair to the groom. “Adult version. Fantastic way to break the ice.”

What ice?” mumbled Ted, but he didn’t resist as the manager lifted five more chairs to the stage. Returning to the platform, she arranged them in two rows, back to back.

All right—can you all come up on stage, please?”

What if we don’t?” Rod asked. He’d relinquished his hold on Ted’s mother, but they both looked rather disheveled.

I’ll spank you,” Nan replied, holding his stare for a long moment. “Harder than you like.”

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