Friday, June 15, 2012

Bound by Lust: The Beating of Kinky Hearts

By Shanna Germain (Guest Blogger)

When I’m not writing sexy stories or getting naked with the one I love, I can usually be found playing online role-playing games (like the geek that I am). While role-playing games are a draw for me in terms of creativity and storytelling, they’re also a draw for me due to their thriving alternative community. Because online games offer a (fairly) safe and anonymous way to try out different orientations, kinks and genders, they attract huge numbers of people who want to experiment, explore and learn more about their sexualities. A lot of players create characters that are bisexual, gay, submissive, dominant, or somewhere in between. Furries and demons and tentacles abound in sexual scenarios. Some online communities even cater to the large BDSM gaming population with in-game props like paddles, whips and handcuffs.

But it isn’t just the player’s characters who are exploring their sexuality in role-playing games. Often the players behind the toons go “out of character” to talk to each other about sex. Because I play in a way that isn’t entirely anonymous (many players know that I write erotica), I often find myself fielding intimate questions about sexuality, and particularly about kinky sexuality.

Once, while talking to a younger player whose character was a slave trader known throughout the game for being a kinky dom with a penchant for bondage and pain, he mentioned something about his real-life girlfriend. During the conversation, it came to light that he was, in his words, “only dominant in-game. In real life and real love, I’m strictly vanilla.” While that didn’t entirely surprise me – gamers often play characters that don’t share our exact interests – the phrase “in real love,” wasn’t one I’d heard before. 

It was only later, during another conversation, that I gained a clearer understanding of what he’d meant. He said he was going to have to stop playing the game, because he’d asked his girlfriend to marry him and she’d said yes. I still didn’t get the connection. “Because you can’t have that kind of sex when you’re married,” he clarified. “Kinky sex is great for a girlfriend or a game, but not for love.” 

That was the first time I’d heard someone put it in those terms. At the time, I’d chalked it up to the misunderstandings of youth. Since then, however, I’ve heard a number of people of all ages lament their inability to have both kink and romance. They don’t believe it’s possible to have both in the same relationship. As I mention in the introduction to Bound by Lust, it’s a modern version of the Madonna/whore syndrome. You fuck the kinky girl, but you marry the vanilla one, and ne’er the twain shall meet.

Of course, this is a fallacy. Those who have found both – either in the same person or in an open relationship that meets their needs – know that naughty and nice are two sides of the same coin, or in this case, the same person. And it pains me to think that there are people in the world who believe the two are mutually exclusive, and are going without one of those things in order to have the other.

That conversation with my fellow player, and with other kinky friends and colleagues, was a large part of the inspiration for Bound by Lust. I wanted to create a book that, first and foremost, was incredibly sexy and dirty. But I also wanted to create a book that would give hope to kinky romantics everywhere, a book that would showcase all the ways in which dirty sex and sweet love can be true bed mates. Some of the stories in Bound by Lust highlight that tender and scary moment where a loved one comes out of the kink closet in the hopes of finding acceptance in their relationship. Others show long-term loving couples who are happiest when binding each other both physically and mentally. 

I know the feeling. Give me a paddle and a pair of cuffs and I’m happy. Give me a paddle, a pair of cuffs, and the heart of the one I love, and I’m over the moon. It took me a long time to find that perfect combination, that part is certainly true. But I’m glad I didn’t give up. 

Alison Tyler says that “Bondage With Someone You Love” should be a category of Hallmark cards, and I fully agree. Whether we want to bind and spank the love of our life, cross dress with our wife, or go down on our knees for the man who holds our heart, we can have it all.
Bound by Lust isn’t just a book title; it’s a possibility for every one of us with kinky, romantic hearts.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

REVIEW: Rarer Than Rubies by E.M. Lynley


RARER THAN RUBIES by E.M. Lynley
Dreamspinner Press, 2011

Trent Copeland, aka gay romance author J.T. Dallas, has been in a serious rut since his lover Marc died in an accident. He spends his time watching the same movies over and over. He goes to the same restaurants and orders the same dishes. According to his agent Cassandra, his writing's also stuck, so badly that his publisher rejected his last novel. And his sex life is even less inspiring than his books.

Trying to shake him out of his lethargy, Trent's best friends send him on a vacation to Thailand, carefully orchestrated to provide him some adventure, especially of the erotic variety. However, neither they nor Trent himself count on rough trade Reed Acton zeroing in on the clueless author. Reed's involved with a bunch of vicious Thai gangsters seeking the legendary Ruby Buddha. Due to an error, a map indicating the location of the priceless relic gets slipped into Trent's backpack. Reed stalks Trent, ostensibly to retrieve the map but equally motivated by the lust Trent inspires. After Reed kills the mob boss, however, Reed and Trent find themselves fleeing for their lives, even as they become more deeply attached to one another. Reed is a hard case, unused to trusting anyone, but somehow the handsome, unworldly Trent manages to break through his shell. When they're captured by the gangsters, Reed realizes that he'll do anything to protect his unlikely lover – but he may not have a choice.

When I learned that Rarer than Rubies was set in Thailand, I had to read it. I lived in Thailand for several years and have visited it often since. I was curious to see how well E.M. Lynley captured the charm and the strangeness of this paradoxical country. Overall, she does a marvelous job bringing the sights, scents, sounds and tastes of the place to life. The courtesy Thais show to total strangers – their curiosity and fondness for ribald gossip – the contrast between their superstition and practicality – the centrality of food in their lives– the attitudes of Lynley's Thai characters struck me as wonderfully true to life. The Thailand she paints is somewhat out-dated – it's no longer possible to take a tuk-tuk from the airport into Bangkok and there are relatively few areas these days without electricity or paved roads, even in remote provinces – but the Thai character and culture haven't changed all that much.

This fascinating country provides a fine background for a steamy romance. Trent is initially sketched as overly civilized and somewhat helpless, but he proves to be more resourceful and creative than Reed (or the reader) expects. Reed is the classic bad boy, ruthlessly pursuing his goals and spurning any softer feelings. He's astonished when he realizes how much he has come to care for Trent. The sex between the two men involves more tenderness than Reed has ever experienced. The reader recognizes the emotional chemistry between the two heroes long before either of them is willing to admit it.

I can't say that there was much that surprised me about Rarer Than Rubies, but I enjoyed the ride. In general, Lynley writes with grace and power, though she's somewhat less explicit in her sex scenes that I might be. My most serious criticism was the fact that I found the names Trent and Reed to be a bit too similar. The book shifts back and forth between the POVs of the two heroes. Occasionally I had to reread a paragraph or two to remind myself who was who. That might have something to do with the fact that I generally read in bed, after a long day, and sometimes, a glass or two of wine!

If you're looking for a heartfelt M/M romance spiced with a hefty portion of the exotic, get yourself a copy of Rarer Than Rubies.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Devil and the Romance Writer

By Nan Comargue (Guest Blogger)


Thanks to Lisabet Sarai for giving me this opportunity to guest on her wonderful blog today!

Romance novels don’t require a villain. Often, the necessary emotional conflict is provided by internal conflict, meaning that the characters themselves are the biggest obstacle to the Happily Ever After (HEA) – think about your prime witness to a crime heroine who’s been on her own since was sixteen having to accept help from the hero police officer. There’s nothing stopping her from falling for the sexy cop except her own hang ups about being dependent on another person. And maybe he’s got his own reasons for disliking her attitude. Sexual attraction is masked as irritation and love grows out of proximity. HEA.

But sometimes, you want to write about an external factor that’s keeping the main characters apart. Enter: the Villain. Duh duh duhhhhhh.

Villains don’t have to be all bad. They can take the form of the girl who still loves your hero from since they went out as teenagers. She’s acting out of love when she does everything she can to sabotage the hero and heroine’s HEA. However, the villain’s motive is rarely so lofty. They can be acting to keep the lovers apart due to greed, hatred, revenge, or any number of other reasons.

Wait a second. The villain’s motives? You’ve spent all this time crafting your heroine’s character, her personal history, her likes and dislikes. You even know what size undies she wears! And you’ve done the same for the hero as well. Why the hell would you waste time coming up with motives for a third character?

Because, in a really good story, often the villain is as interesting and important as the protagonists. Hannibal Lector, anyone? Not to mention Kurtz from Heart of Darkness or Voldemort from the Harry Potter series. Indeed, the villain may even be worthy of titular notice, like Count Dracula, who’s far more famous than the hero of the piece (extra points if you can even remember his name).

So who is the villain in a romantic story? Well, if you read Lucy Maud Montgomery (author of more than just Anne of Green Gables) the ‘romantic hurdle’ villain is often a family member intent on not allowing an often younger relative marry a particular person, or even at all. Typically, the dutiful younger child or sibling makes the promise and sticks by it for many years, until the villain’s beliefs change (sometimes on the death bed or even beyond) and the aged lovers reunite. Of course, contemporary romance fiction may require an extensive suspension of disbelief to envision such a dutiful young relative nowadays.

This means we can get more creative with our villains. Often, the villain in contemporary romances is a sexual rival. An ex-spouse or lover who pops back up just as the main characters are on the verge of finding bliss. A would-be lover who still persists after several rejections and whose bitterness causes them to intervene in the lovers’ plight, to their detriment.

In my first published erotic romance, the villain was the Devil. Well, not quite. It was actually just a demon, one of the dark lord’s underlings, but just as evil and obstructionist to the protagonists’ (a pair of angel-warriors) HEA. It didn’t hurt that the demon was gorgeous and virile, although he was still unrepentantly evil. To a large extent, the demon’s motives revolve around the fact that he is just evil, plain and simple, but to add a little complication (and sex) to the plot, I made him fall for the angelic heroine. Ooo, classic Good versus Evil with a hearty dose of sinful sex. Just the way I like it.

Conflict is essential to any good story and a villain ratchets up the tension with their evil machinations. Your bad guy doesn’t have to be the Devil himself but a little devilish behaviour can make life just that much harder for your hero and heroine—and make the reader cheer extra hard for them while at the same time booing and hissing the villain.

About Nan Comargue: I’m a romance writer with erotic tendencies. My first two erotic romance stories were recently published with Total-E-Bound in April and May. The first is about a war between angels and demons that separates an angelic couple. The second is about a woman who returns home to the ranch where she grew up and finds herself falling in love with both brothers who own it.

Twitter: @NanComargue


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Hope's Betrayal

[I've got a sneak peak for you at a new historical romance, Hope's Betrayal by Grace Elliott. Enjoy!  ~ Lisabet]


One wild, winter's night two worlds collide.

Known for his ruthless efficiency, Captain George Huntley is sent to stamp out smuggling on the south coast of England. On a night raid, the Captain captures a lanky lad, but finds his troubles are just beginning when the lad turns out to be a lass, Hope Tyler.

With Hope as bait, the Captain sets a trap to catch the rest of the gang. But in a battle of wills, with his reputation at stake, George Huntley starts to respect feisty, independent Hope. Challenged by her sea-green eyes and stubborn loyalty Huntley now faces a new threat - his growing attraction to a sworn enemy. And a love where either Hope betrays her own kind, or Captain Huntley is court-marshalled, is not an easy destiny to follow.

Injured on a smuggling run, Hope wakes to face the naval officer who captured her.


Hope kept her eyes closed as she became conscious of a man's heavy tread pacing the room. She waited until he was at the window and opened her eyelids a fraction. With the light behind him she saw an athletic man with wide shoulders, tall enough to have to stoop under the sloping eaves. Her stomach felt hollow with foreboding, for without doubt, this was the same man who'd pursued her over the dunes.

He must have sensed a change in her breathing, for suddenly he turned. He stared, with piercing blue eyes that penetrated her soul. Dressed in a naval uniform, the jacket cuffs ringed with gold braid, the man exuded authority. He continued to stare, his face unreadable; wilful, she decided, and yet uncommonly handsome. She blushed and reached for the covers, pulling them up to her chin.

"So, enough pretending. You are awake at last." His voice, deep and melodic, brooked no argument.

"Please, sir, where am I?"

"Under house arrest." He growled, obviously no friend. And yet, she touched her bandaged head, someone had taken care of her.

"You are in pain?" His consideration was surprising.

"Not so much now."

The answer pleased him. "Good, then you have some explaining to do."

"Please, sir, who are you?"

The man threw her a sideways glance and started to pace.

"Captain Huntley, RN. And you are?"

She decided against lying, her name alone couldn’t incriminate her family.

"Hope Tyler."

"Well Miss Tyler, have you the slightest idea how much trouble you're in?"

"Yes."

The Captain stared at the ceiling. "A man died because of your felony. A Revenue man. He leaves a wife and three children."

"I'm so sorry." She whispered in distress.

"His fellow officers are baying for blood."

Hope trembled, things were worse than she imagined.

"Someone must hang for his death."

Her throat closed over.

"Be it you…or the man who pulled the trigger….my men don’t care." Captain Huntley stepped closer, his presence dominating the room. She couldn’t breathe, he seemed made of granite, his eyes like flints, sparking with anger. "But I'm different." His expression softened imperceptibly. "I like to think of myself as a fair man."

Hope nodded, to encourage him.

"Any fool can see you are just a bit-player, a lackey. The men I want are the leaders, those who finance the contraband and organise the landings. Tell me who they are, and I shall intercede on your behalf with the authorities."

"What if I don’t know their names?"

His wide mouth twitched downward. "Then I cannot help you."

She would have shaken her head had it not been too painful. "The men you speak of aren't stupid. They will know I am taken, and know if I betray them. If I do… they will come for my family."

"Then put them behind bars."

"It's too risky. This way, it's only me."

He tried to hide it, but he looked surprised. She saw him drinking in the logic of her words and a shadow darkened his face. Clasping his hands behind his back, he turned to stare through the window.

"Tell me," he said benignly, "what does it feel like to be abandoned? Because that's what the smugglers did. Sailed away without a backward glance and left you to your fate."

Hope's Betrayal is available from:



Bio: Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and an author of historical romance by night. Grace is an avid reader and believes intelligent people need to read romance - as an antidote to the modern world. She works in a companion animal practice near London and is housekeeping staff to five demanding felines.
Hope's Betrayal is Grace's third historical romance novel - to find out more please visit: https://www.amazon.com/author/graceelliot
Blog: "Fall in Love With History" http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com
Twitter: @Grace_Elliot

Monday, June 11, 2012

Lisabet's June Newsletter

Bangkok Noir
New and Upcoming Releases
 
Just a few days ago, my BDSM erotic suspense novella Bangkok Noir went live on Amazon. If you're looking for a happily ever after ending, this book is not for you. On the other hand, if you crave strong, unconventional characters, an exotic locale and searing D/s sex, I highly recommend that you get yourself a copy. If you're undecided, you can read an excerpt right here.
Quarantine Cover
Meanwhile, I just finished proofing the manuscript for Quarantine, which comes out on July 9th. I'll be running a blog tour from the 6th through the 20th of July, giving away an ebook at every single stop! I'll also have a grand prize of a $50 gift certificate, available to commenters at my own blog Beyond Romance as well as those on tour stops. I'm working on a trailer that I hope I'll be able to share with you soon. In short - this is going to be really big!

Yesterday I sent off the first round of edits to Mastering Maya, which will be included in Total-E-Bound's Switch anthology due out in September. Don't worry, I'll remind you! Meanwhile, I've put up an excerpt for you, and you can read the blurb on my Coming Soon page.

Other News

My free read for this month is a short piece called One Small Flaw, about an almost perfect relationship. Warning: it's a bit kinky.

Books We Love, Ltd. is staging a huge Sizzling Summer Spectacular with tons of prizes, beginning in early July. You can win gift certificates, free books, or a "summer spa" or "chocolate indulgence" gift basket. For more details, visit the Books We Love blog.

TRR party poster
Also, The Romance Reviews site is hosting a summer party throughout July, in which I'm participating. They have a slew of prizes including a gift certifate worth a hundred bucks!
Submissions are still open for my charity vampire erotica collection Coming Together: In Vein. Please consider sharing your super sexy vampire fiction for a good cause. (Previously published work is acceptable.) For details visit my blog.

Contests!
Thanks to all of you who entered my "smartphone" contest. There were a wide range of responses. Some of you have and love the latest gadgets, while others don't have any mobile phone at all!



My randomly chosen winner was Renee, the "paranormal romance fan". She gets to pick one of my paranormal books from my back list.
This month, I'm trying to get the word out about my new book and my upcoming releases. So I've got an easy contest where you can get multiple chances to win. It's called the "Word of Mouth Contest". Here are the rules:
  1. Tell at least one friend to go look at my newsletter, either on my website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/news.html) or on my blog for Monday the 11th of June (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). You can Tweet or post the links on Facebook if you want. 
  2. Then send me an email at contest [at] lisabetsarai.com, using the subject line "Word of Mouth Contest", telling me you've passed the word on. (I trust you to be honest.) This counts as one contest entry.
  3. If one of your friends enters the contest by email, and tells me that he or she was referred by you, that gives you another chance to win (and will also enter your friend). Obviously your friends can pass the word to their friends, to increase their chances of winning!
  4. You (or your friends) can also enter by commenting on this blog post. Don't forget to leave your email address and the name of the person who referred you if you enter this way.
In the beginning of July, I'll randomly choose three winners, each of whom will receive an autographed print book from my backlist. So get the word out to everyone who know who might enjoy my writing!

Lisabet's Pick of the Month

My Pick of the Month for June is the blog of newly published M/M romance author Sage Marlowe. Sage's first release is getting fantastic reviews. She'll be my guest at Beyond Romance during my July ManFest to celebrate the release of Quarantine.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

A Brief Kiss from Just a Spanking

This weeks snog, from my short story Just a Spanking, doesn't last long - but the lead up is something else again!

Don't forget to visit  Victoria Blisse for more irresistible Sunday kisses!




I can't take any more. I'm sure that I can't. I worry that he'll do real damage. What about the rest of the weekend? I'll be destroyed. Our precious time together will be wasted. Doesn't he see? Doesn't he know?

In all the years, we've never had safe words. They weren't necessary. He always seemed to intuit exactly how much I could take.

I wonder now whether I've deluded myself. He seems far away, lost in his own dream of domination. But I can't bear the thought of trying to stop him. Of disappointing him.

Something changes. He lays into me as hard and fast as before, but I feel his attention turn to me. “Trust me, Becca,” he says in that velvet-dark voice, even as his palm blisters the back of my thighs. “Relax. Let go. Give yourself to me.”

Do I really hear his voice? Is it my imagination? Is it telepathy? My fear shrivels. The tension coiled in my chest unfurls. The pain floods through my limbs, washing my doubts away. I open my mind and hope that he can sense the change, my new willingness to endure anything he wants to inflict upon me.

His palm is a thunderbolt. Pain rips me apart. The simmering tightness in my pussy comes to a sudden boil, welling up and spilling over into the emptiness. I convulse in his lap, shaken by exquisite pleasure. He's still spanking me but now each blow just takes me higher. I come again, writhing against him, hoping that he'll forgive me for moving.

I lie there, my limp body draped across his thighs, for a long time. He strokes my hair and plants kisses on my ravaged ass.

Well, now we know,” he says. I twist around to look at him. He's got that manic grin that means he's especially pleased. I feel warm all over. “You can come from just a spanking.”

I told you,” I laugh, knowing that for the moment I have permission to be a tease. “You should have believed me.”

I believe in the scientific method. Never trust a claim until you've tested it.”

I'm sure that your objectives were purely scientific.”

Of course.” Gently, he helps me up to my knees and then to standing. It hurts to move. He kisses me and the pain melts away.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Awash with Promo

By Ayla Ruse (Guest Blogger)


First off, thank you, Lisabet, for having me here today. I enjoy your site and I’m honored to be here.

Today I want to talk about promotion. A tool every successful writer employs, to one degree or another. However, I’ve discovered this tool is not one size fits all. I’m going to share a little of my rocky road in promotion. After the post, I’d love to hear your own thoughts on the matter.

Before I became published last year, I’d heard about promotion. I knew about promotion through the magazines I read, the websites I visited and word-of-mouth. I knew, in a rose-colored-glasses sort of way, that once my books were published, I’d have to join in this heraldic event. My attitude was laissez-faire. In my own head, all I had to do was write a great book, people would talk (i.e. promo), and voila! Instant best-seller-dom.

Ahem. I’m still working on that part. I have no one to blame but myself and my own naivety.  As a newly published writer, even though I knew I had to do some kind of promo, I didn’t know how to go about it. I had a blog, and a friend posted a few bits for me on her blog, but that was about it.

So time goes by. I go about my business, have a few more books published, only this time, I’m beginning to learn. I get hooked up with Yahoo Groups. I follow a few more blogs. I respond to some “want promo ops?” that often show up.

I’m feeling good now. I’m learning the ropes. I’m meeting new writer friends and having a great time, but that’s not the end of the story. Even though I was already busy with these few promotional tools, it apparently wasn’t enough. The next thing I know, I’m being nudged to do Facebook. “C’mon, everybody’s doing it.” Yeah, okay, I capitulated and joined. All set, right? No. Twitter rears its head. “You have to Twitter,” flows through my inbox. Check this one off now. Am I good? Still, a no. Where’s your website? Newsletter? Triberr? Throw out a contest. Join Blog Hops. Give interviews. Take part in group promo (pause, breathe). Or, I’m even told, the way to go is to sign with a promotional company and paid advertising (but that takes money, I moan). Join the Likes and Tags parties, and, and…

Acckkkk! Hide me, please! Yes, I want people to know about my books. Yes, I want people to buy my stories. But at the end of the day, I learned I was simply too exhausted to do that one thing that drove my heart. Write.

I’d become so busy trying to keep up with “what’s new,” that my time for writing shrunk. My goal of having X-number of books out this year has diminished as a result. Strong lesson learned.

No, I’m not blaming anyone for this but myself. Like a kid in a candy store, some of these items I went to eagerly, again and again, while others, I just had to taste. But, like that same kid, I found out that too much candy can give you a bellyache. Or in my case, terrible headaches.

They say the first step in solving a problem is to admit to the problem. My particular problem, I wasn’t writing. Now, what to do? Well, I’m still learning my way through the infested waters of promotion. Figuring out what works and what doesn’t. What I like and what I don’t care to do. Every day, when I go to the internet, I have to know beforehand what my goal is. Do I want to goof-off? Do I want to focus on promo and if so, where and how? I make lists. Do I want to be social, to mix and mingle so others don’t think I’m some kind of weird writer recluse?

Wait a minute.

I want to be a recluse. After all, writers have to be reclusive as a rule. Okay, I’m sure there are those who could be surrounded by stampeding elephants and turn out stellar work, but those are the weird ones. *grin*

What’s the magic formula, then? I hate to say it, but I think it’s pretty much “whatever works for you.” No two authors are going to promo the same way, just as we don’t write the same way. My best friend makes a six figure income through her writing. Does she promo? Yes, but as it turns out, she does very little. What she does do, is write her butt off.

It’s easy, I think, to get sucked into the feeling that we have to do X or Y in order to sell more books. Hey, if you have the time to promo like crazy, and it works for you, more power to you! But for those of us whose time is already scrunched with EDJ, family, other responsibilities (yes, the dishes should be washed from time to time), or whatever else, we need to make the most of that time we do have. And use most of that time to write.

Finally, as I am writing about promotion, I’d be remiss if I didn’t take advantage of a presented, no-stress opportunity.

I have a recent release at Total-E-Bound that is packed with so much heat, intrigue and good versus bad that it has something for everyone. I’m talking about my erotic horror romance, The Fires of Beltane. In this novella, Natalie and William meet at an annual springtime festival, where, unknown to the participants, there is someone using the festival to exploit its darker history. This night will test Natalie and William’s attraction, but could it also cost them their lives?

The Fires of Beltane

By Ayla Ruse

What was supposed to be a celebration of life turns into a festival of fear...



Excerpt:

Natalie shot up into a sitting position. A girl tripped over her legs and as Natalie steadied her, she asked,

“Did you hear that scream?”

The girl giggled and shook her head before grabbing Natalie’s head and squashing their lips together. After the huge smack, which was oddly pleasant, the girl pulled back and shouted, “Only the screams of pleasure!”

Then the girl jumped up and ran off.

Natalie sat still. The orchestrated sounds of the night, melodic just moments ago, now seemed disjointed.

She strained to listen—sure the scream she’d heard had been one of fear, not pleasure—but no other odd noise met her ears. Telling herself it must have been the sound of someone being taken by surprise, she shook her head and tried to calm her heart rate to find the happy place she’d just been.

Warm arms settled around her from behind and she jerked.

“Shh,” came his warm voice. “It’s only me.”

Strange, how only a few brief moments with this man made him seem like a lifeline to her now. He sat behind her and she leaned against his hard chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

“William,” she sighed. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I know. I would have been here earlier, but Jordan and I…well…”

“Is he your lover?” she asked, fighting the jealousy that threatened to rise.

He shrugged. “At times. Nothing serious, though. We tried that and it never worked out, so we use this night to…touch base, I guess you could say. Did seeing us together bother you?”

She shook her head. “Honestly, it turned me on. I’ve never seen two men make love before.”

Was it her imagination or did William seem to relax? “I hope you got a good show, then.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Fires of Beltane can be purchased from Total E-Bound (URL: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1603)

About Ayla

Handed a historical romance at the age of twelve, Ayla Ruse fell in love with love and with happy endings.  Having grown up living life tasting a little of this and a little of that has not changed this attitude, but it’s expanded her views.  Love isn’t always happy and it isn’t always the way a person “thinks it should be.”

Sometimes it’s outside the box, and it’s always a challenge. 

The challenge of finding and holding onto this love is what drives Ayla in her fiction.  She likes stories that strip love – among other things - down to the skin and tests the attachment and beliefs of the participants.  Sometimes that test can come in the form of multiple partners, overcoming a desperate fear or even being sexually inventive. 

Ayla is published with Total E-Bound and with Changeling Press. You can find out more about her and her books through her website at http://www.aylaruse.com.

Thanks again, Lisabet, for having me today. Guest spots such as these are refreshing.

~Ayla Ruse