Now on sale! Hearts & Handcuffs: Romantic Kink - #BDSM #Romance #HalfPrice

 

Today I’m showcasing my short story collection Hearts & Handcuffs: Romantic Kink. Like all my indie-published books, it’s half off at Smashwords this month.

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Blurb

Kink can be life-changing, cathartic, a spiritual experience. Sometimes, though, it’s just plain fun—particularly when your partner is someone special. Hearts & Handcuffs presents the lighter side of BDSM—the naughty joy to be found in exploring your pervy fantasies with someone whose desires complement your own—in six sizzling short stories that showcase Lisabet Sarai’s famously sexy prose.

In “Spank-o-gram”, a grumpy birthday boy receives an unexpected gift from his distant lover. “Wired” shows the extremes a woman will go to in order to get the attention of the man she wants. A neglected and frustrated slave turns the tables on her master in “Domestic Goddess”. In “Spank Me Again, Stranger”, a city gal learns how they celebrate birthdays out in ranch country. A case of mistaken identity leads to a dream come true in “Routine Maintenance”. The title tale “Hearts and Handcuffs” is a Valentine’s Day role playing romp, complete with costumes.

Open the cover, dive into Lisabet Sarai’s imagination—the ultimate aphrodisiac—and savor these gems of romantic kink.

From Hearts & Handcuffs

I pull into the parking lot at seven ten, just ten minutes late. Ten strokes of the crop, if I’m lucky and he doesn’t choose the cane instead. I feel wetness gathering between my thighs. I’m not a pain junkie, but if Theo wants to cane me, I know I won’t object.

My pulse quickens and my nipples tighten under my jacket as I stand on the landing, fumbling with my key. He hasn’t told me exactly what he has planned, just that we’ll do some role play, but by now I have a pretty good understanding of Theo’s kinky mind. I know that whatever we do, I’ll love it.

“Theo, I’m home.” My voice echoes through the modest apartment. It feels empty. But he should have been back by now. A fist of worry clenches in my chest. What if something happened to him? 

 

“Theo?” I head down the hall towards the bedroom.

“Freeze, lady!”

Cold metal prods my ribs. I feel the chill right through my suit. An answering shiver races down my spine. A tall figure steps out from the shadows of the darkened office to my left. Rough fingers clamp down on my wrist.

“Hey! That hurts.”

“Too bad. Get used to it.” He drags me into the office and forces me down into his desk chair before snapping on the light. “It’ll hurt a lot more if you don’t tell me everything you know.”

“What?” I scan the blue-clad figure looming over me. Where did Theo get a policeman’s uniform? In any case, he looks fabulous wearing it, the trim fit accentuating his powerful chest and the tight pants showing off his muscular thighs. A silvery badge shines on his shirt pocket. Shaggy hair falls into his eyes, which are dark and intense. He has ditched his glasses—I guess he must have relented and tried the contacts I’ve urged on him, because I know he’d never try to top me without being able to see me clearly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Embezzlement. Extortion. Industrial espionage. Sound familiar?” His mouth is set in a hard line. “Gimme your hand!” In fact he grabs me without waiting for me to comply.

He pulls a glittery set of handcuffs from his back pocket. They’re obviously genuine. I try to swallow my nervousness. This is Theo, I remind myself. Your lover. Your master.

It takes him no more than a few seconds to cuff me to the chair. “Now then, missy,” he growls. “Spill. Or I’ll make you.”

“Really—officer. I have no idea what this is about. Are you sure you haven’t confused me with somebody else?”

“No way. The informant was very specific. Wild red hair and the body of a slut.”

I am as thoroughly conditioned as Pavlov’s dog. My pussy gushes whenever he uses that word.

Theo leans over to unbutton my jacket. He reaches in to claim a nipple, his fingernails biting into my taut flesh.

I gasp at the sudden pain and the burst of bliss that follows.

“I don’t think he did you justice. You’re a fucking wet dream. But never mind.” He straightens and props himself up against the desk.

“My job is to get you to talk.” He pulls a nightstick from his belt and runs his palm along the polished wood cylinder. “Whatever that takes.”

This story features Rachel and Theo, the main characters from my erotic romance novel, The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. That book is also 50% off at Smashwords!

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Get your copy today!

Book Hooks: Damned If You Do #PNR #MFRWHooks #MFRWAuthor #HalfPrice

My Book Hook today comes from my paranormal erotic romance Damned If You Do.

This is just one of my books that are currently half price at Smashwords. You can get your hands on this humorous, hotter-than-Hades novella for only two bucks, between now and the end of July.

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Sometimes romance can be hell

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.

The Hook

Daniel took Wendy to celebrate at her favorite French restaurant, a classically romantic place on Park Avenue South. The molded tin ceiling, candlelit tables and Toulouse-Lautrec posters always made her feel like she was somewhere on the Left Bank.

 

“I think the occasion calls for champagne.” Dan waved, trying to catch the waiter’s eye. “Don’t you?”

“Champagne gives me a headache. On the other hand, I’d love a glass of good quality Pinot Noir.” Wendy felt slightly dizzy even without any alcohol. Everything was happening so fast.

“As you command, my lady,” he replied with a melting smile. They drank the first bottle with their saumon en croûte and warm goat cheese salad and the second with their entrees, then ordered cognacs with dessert. By the time she’d polished off her crêpes Suzette, Wendy was both very full and quite intoxicated.

“Oh dear! I’m stuffed.” She sighed and leaned back in her chair. “I wish I hadn’t eaten so much.”

No sooner had she voiced the thought than the pressure in her abdomen eased. That’s very strange, she thought. She glanced at her companion. His face was flushed and his hair more tousled than normal, but he wore a beatific smile.

Noticing her attention, he reached across the table to capture her hand.

“I’m so very proud of you, Wendy. I always knew you’d be a best seller.”

She gave a self-deprecating laugh, but she didn’t pull away. Pleasant warmth flowed from his skin, along her limbs and down to her center. “Let’s not count our chickens. We haven’t even signed the contract yet. And when we do, there’s no guarantee the new series will be a hit.”

“It will. I know it will. Radical Restraint’s the best thing you’ve ever written, and I have the feeling that your next book will be even better.”

“It is going well,” she admitted. Fuelled by plenty of kinky sex with a master who’s part tyrant, part coach, and part personal assistant. “I shouldn’t have any trouble finishing it by August.”

“I can’t wait to read it,” he said. “I’m excited just thinking about it.”

“Doesn’t it—um—embarrass you to read my stuff?” She tried to extricate herself from his grip but he just held her more tightly. “Given how explicit it is? I mean, I know most of your other clients write mysteries or suspense…”

“Your books turn me on, Gwen.” He trailed his thumb along her wrist while staring into her eyes. “That’s how I know they’re good.”

Electric pleasure shivered through her. Her breasts felt suddenly heavy. Her pussy clenched.

“Dan…”

“I read your luscious, filthy prose, and imagine myself in the scenes you create. I picture myself as your hero, dominant, in charge, taking what I want from the heroine—what she wants so badly to give me.” He raked his gaze over her. Her cheeks burned as a flush of heat swept through her. “And in every book, in every scene, it’s you I see kneeling before me.”

I hope you’ll visit some of the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks blog hop.

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!)