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Thursday, 3 December 2020

New Release - Comfort & Joy: Red-hot Holiday Romance - by Lisabet Sarai @LisabetSarai #BDSM #BoxedSet #HolidayReads

New Release!

Comfort & Joy:

Red-hot Holiday Romance

by

Lisabet Sarai

Holiday erotic romance boxed set
38,000 words, 135 pages
Amazon and Kindle Unlimited
MF, MFM, MM, Five flames – HEA/HFN
ASIN: B08P2CM6KL

Tag Line

Mistletoe kisses, Yuletide passion and a sprinkling of kink

Blurb

Kick off the festive season with this red-hot celebration of holiday love. An aging author of kinky romance surrenders to the charm of her rock star neighbor. A selfish, cynical stock broker finds himself rescued by a spunky homeless girl. On her Dom husband’s orders, a devoted submissive provides Christmas service to his best friend. A gay grad student moonlighting at a sex shop discovers it’s definitely worthwhile to stay open on Christmas Eve.

Let Lisabet warm you up with a generous portion of comfort, joy and sensual pleasure.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – 

Amazon  US –  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P2CM6KL

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08P2CM6KL

Amazon Canada https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08P2CM6KL

Add on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56030561-comfort-joy

Online Excerpt:

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2020/11/charity-sunday-shelter-and-more-for.html

PG Excerpt (from “Cherry Pie and Mistletoe”)

“Wait! Just a minute. This is silly. We’re not teenagers. We need a bed.”

He chuckled. “There’s a sleep cubby behind the cab of my rig, but we’d be packed in like sardines. I actually think the booth’d be more comfortable.”

I giggled. “I did have sex in the back of an eighteen wheeler once, when I was hitching to the West Coast. A long time ago… Anyway, that won’t be necessary. Come home with me.”

“Huh? What about the truck?”

“Leave it here. My house is just down the road. An easy walk.” I clambered off the bench. “Give me a sec to close things up here and we can go.”

Bushy eyebrows knotted together, Dave looked doubtful. “You sure, Marnie? You wanna bring a total stranger into your home?”

“You’re no stranger,” I replied, turning off the coffee machine and flipping light switches. “You ate my pie.” I stepped into the kitchen to lock the back door and grab my jacket. “And I ate you,” I added , when I’d rejoined him in the main room of the diner. “I’d say we were pretty well acquainted.”

I left the little Christmas tree on, its lights twinkling through the fogged windows, but shut down the main sign. The neon Indian chief above the steel plated roof faded into darkness. Hand in hand, Dave and I stepped out of the vestibule, into the calm, cold night.

The wind had died and, as predicted, the messy precipitation of earlier had turned to snow. White flakes tumbled around us like feathers after a pillow fight. They landed on my cheeks, each one a tiny, icy prickle on my warm skin. I filled my lungs with the clean, frigid air, feeling more alive than I could remember.

A couple of inches had already accumulated, on the ground and on the hood of Dave’s shiny green cab. He was right; the tractor-trailer took up the entire parking area. I squeezed his fingers, then brushed my other hand across his groin. “That’s a big rig you have there,” I commented. “Must be hard to handle.”

“I’ve never had any problems,” he replied, reaching around my back to palm my breast. He grinned down at me, his curly hair dusted with glittering snowflakes. “Now where’s this house of yours? Or should I ravish you right here in front of your diner?”

About Lisabet:

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Saturday, 14 April 2018

Book Tour + #Giveaway - The Portal Series - by Kiki Wellington @KikiWellington #Supernatural #Erotica



On the Other Side of Lust
The Portal Series Book 1
by Kiki Wellington  

Genre: Supernatural Erotica
 

Coralee never wanted to be a pastor's wife...and she certainly never wanted the creepy house her husband inherited from his loyal flock. Yet there she was, alone in a passionless marriage, irritated by the constant demands of the church, and uncomfortable in her own life.

Then he showed up. Coralee wasn't sure where he came from, but she did know he took her to otherworldly heights of sensuality she could never conjure up even in her wildest fantasies. Was he a ghost? A demon? Or the Devil himself? It didn't make any difference...as far as Coralee was concerned, he was the very answer to her prayers.


From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. On the Other Side of Lust is a 41,900 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: On the Other Side of Lust contains closet connections, lascivious lessons, paranormal pleasures, and amorous awakenings.
 



**Free at all retailers!**
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Through the Doorway of Desire
The Portal Series Book 2


Although most people believe 28 Riverhill Road is the keeper of not-so-buried secrets they'd just as soon forget, for Clarissa, the old house represents an opportunity for a new life.

That is, until the macabre obsessions set in. When she's not trying to unearth the mysteries of the house, she's stoking the flames of a sexual obsession with a notorious serial killer that's been dominating the news. And when these fixations collide, she's introduced to a passion unlike anything she's ever known. Clarissa may be enjoying herself now, but will her ecstasy ultimately lead to agony?


From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. Through the Doorway of Desire is a 41,400 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: Through the Doorway of Desire contains legal lust, seance chicanery, and convertible coitus.

 

The Entry to Ecstasy
The Portal Series Book 3


Despite its dubious reputation, Charlotte falls in love with 28 Riverhill Road and believes buying the old house will bring excitement into her life--and help revitalize a relationship that has long gone stale.

And she does find the excitement she's looking for when the peculiar house introduces her to an alternate life filled with the love and sexual intensity she's been craving. As she straddles the edge of fantasy and reality, Charlotte eventually finds herself being forced to make an impossible choice.


From the Author:
ADULTS ONLY PLEASE. The Entry to Ecstasy is a 25,700 word story that contains sexually explicit material and adult language. This story is not appropriate for children and may be offensive to some readers.

Warning: The Entry to Ecstasy contains sensual scents, mysterious missives, and a passionate parallel plane.


Get the Full Series Boxed Set HERE!
 




Where does good sex begin?

Between the ears, of course!

That's why I work hard to write erotica that stimulates the largest sex
organ we have--the mind--because when we're titillated upstairs, the
nether region is sure to follow.

Want to get hot and horny upstairs and downstairs? Check out my erotic stories.

Kiki Wellington. Literary Flesh Peddler. Intelligent Freak.

Website * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads


Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!


Saturday, 24 March 2018

Without Reservation - by Lynn Burke @AuthorLynnBurke #mmf #romance part of the Spring Fling - Multi-Author Boxed Set for only #99cents

Spring Fling


A romance collection

Winter is fading into the distance and the season of love is upon us.

With desires building, passion explodes in this collection of steamy and must-read romances.

Come and join us, won’t you? Spring is in the air…

Featured Stories:
Bossy Boots by Nicole Morgan
Hero by Stacy-Deanne
Inner Girl Rising by Jan Springer
An Unexpected Twist by Krista Ames
Love Potion by Cara Marsi
Fiery Kisses by Khardine Gray
Mister Write Now by Nikky Kaye
The Millionaire by Lisa Marbly-Warir
Why Not by Dana Kenzi
Without Reservation by Lynn Burke
Tempting Asher by Ja’Nese Dixon


Without Reservation

Sandy Ridge #1

by Lynn Burke

MMF Contemporary Romance

Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesn’t expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work she’s long admired. She certainly doesn’t expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes.

However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love?

GRAB YOUR COPY FOR ONLY .99 CENTS!



EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT FROM WITHOUT RESERVATION!

Meg’s feet moved on their own accord, turning her around. She grabbed her pen flashlight and the throw off the foot of her bed to cover her nakedness, slipped on her flip flops, and made her way silently out of her room and toward the back door. It closed with a click behind her.

Heart racing and the inside of her lip between her lower lip, she picked her way through the blueberry bushes, her gaze flitting to the lit bedroom window. The floodlight flared to life as she stepped up onto their patio.

Their back door opened before she reached it, and she pulled up short.

Jack stood in the doorway, shirtless, his jeans slung low on his hips.

The silence rang in Meg’s ears as energy crackled between the short distance separating them.

“Just one night,” she finally whispered, her need moving her forward.

Jack opened the door wide and stepped back, his hazel eyes glued to her while holding his hand out.

She slipped her hand into his while crossing the threshold, and he tugged her forward into his arms. Jack’s full lips swiped across hers, slow and completely knee-weakening. The flashlight clanked as it fell to the floor beside them. Meg sagged against his hard chest and grasped at his back with her free hand, her hold on the throw covering her slipping enough it fell from her shoulders.

He licked the seam of her lips, and Meg opened with a sigh.

A groan sounded from beside them, but Meg was lost to the taste of Jack’s sweetness, inhaling his exhales as their tongues sought the other’s taste.

The door clicked shut behind Meg, and Trevor pressed against her back, his lips finding her neck, his hands grasping the flare of her hips, keeping the slipping throw from swishing to the ground and leaving her naked.

Jack’s hands tangled in her hair, angling her head to deepen their kiss.

Wetness coated her thighs, and she wiggled between the two hard bodies, needing to find the release she’d been riding the edge of since making her decision to give in.

“I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you,” Trevor whispered against her ear, tugging the blanket from around her.

Jack released her lips and tilted his forehead against hers. “God, yes.” He grabbed her ass and picked her up, and Meg wrapped her legs around his waist, her soaked core settling against the hard ridge inside his jeans.

Face buried in Jack’s neck, breathing in the woodsy remnants of his cologne, Meg gave over to the shivers of nerves pebbling her skin and sending tremors through her body. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered against his skin. “Don’t worry.” Jack strode across the living room and toward the hallway leading to the bedroom. “We’ll take good care of you. Promise.”

ABOUT LYNN BURKE 

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.


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