Friday, December 26, 2014

Lisabet Sarai gives us her newest releases, all 3!



I’m celebrating the release of my first self-published book, Slush, a heartwarming M/F erotic romance story set in frigid Boston. It’s available now from Smashwords and Amazon, for only 99 cents!

And if you want more holiday reading, I’ve got two free PDF stories – yours just for the asking. Silver Bells is a steamy M/F/M BDSM tale. Last Minute Gift is a M/M story, filled with humor, heat and heart. If you’d like a copy of either one, just email me (lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com) and let me know which one you want.

Slush Blurb

Hot shot Boston lawyer Ian Pierce has everything but peace of mind. Christmas Eve finds him alone, wading through the slush to his BMW so he can drive back to his lonely luxury apartment. Then everything goes black. He awakens with an aching skull to find himself in a freezing, boarded-up garage occupied by a street kid. At first he blames the dodgy-looking youth for his troubles, but before long he realizes the raggedy girl who rescued him from the gutter may well be a Christmas angel in disguise.

Excerpt

He grasped her pointed little chin with his other hand to draw her closer. She didnt resist. Now her face was mere inches away, her steel-gray eyes fixed on his. Her lips parted. Her breath came fast, in little sighing pants. He ached for that sweet, enticing mouth, an ache that drowned out the residual throbbing in his skull and even the swollen pulse of need in his groin.

He didnt dare. He was afraidafraid shed pull away, afraid of screwing up something simple and perfect with his selfishness .

In the end, she made the first move, leaning toward him just enough to press her lips against his. That was enough. He released her hand to wrap his arms around her and clutch her to his chest, kissing her with a ferocity he couldnt control. He needed this so badlythe warmth, the softness the illusion that someone cared...
 
Daisy returned his kiss with equal desperation. She opened to him without any prodding, sucking his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Her fingernails scored his back even through the undershirt as she tried to pull him closer. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, nipped at the corner of his cold-chapped lips,  moaned and writhed in his arms when he slid away to nuzzle the hollow under her ear.

Ian...please...All at once she broke their embrace. With one fluid movement, she dragged her tee shirt over her head, baring modest but flawless breasts topped with cranberry-red nipples. She didnt say anything further, just held his gaze as she hiked up her buttocks and rolled the knit long-johns down over her creamy thighs. A gust of female musk rose from the blond tangle hiding her pussy, masking the scents of charred wood, diesel and rot.   

In two breaths, Ians half-erect penis swelled to full hardness. Daisy lay back on the blanket with her knees raised and her moist sex open to his view, tempting him. He yearned to launch his body onto hers, to mash those luscious little tits against his chest and drive his cock into the hot, wet cleft that exuded such a heavenly fragrance. Something held him back, though. I dont deserve her, he thought. Shes too young, too strong, too good... too good for a nasty, angry son of a bitch like me.

They remained motionless, eyes locked, for long seconds. Daisy licked her lips and spread her thighs wider.Dont you want me, Ian?She gave him a mischievous grin.The last chance I had to shower was yesterday morning, at the Ydo I smell bad?

You smell delicious,he replied, completely sincere.But...

But what? Its Christmas Eve. Lets celebrate, while we can.

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About Lisabet

Lisabet has decided celebrate the holidays by writing what’s in her heart. If it sells, great – but all she really wants to do is touch a few readers.

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.


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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Desiree Holt builds Club Fantasy, Three of a Kind, for your reading pleasure! Quickie read!

It’s a place where your deepest, darkest secrets can come out to play. Where nothing is forbidden and everything is hidden. It’s sensual, erotic, an erotic playground. It’s….Club Fantasy.

For your evening pleasure, #5 in the Club Fantasy series, Three of a Kind, part of a 5-story arc the teaches you how to play the sensual game of Cut the Cards.
Be sure to leave a comment, One lucky person will get their choice of the other Club Fantasy stories:
Blind Ecstasy, Dark Desires, Cut the Cards, Blackjack

Blurb:
Delaney Fox loves being a submissive. She loves being Hunter Mills’ sub. She’s even in love with Hunter, something she had never expected to happen. But Delaney can’t make that permanent commitment because she still feels there’s something missing in her life. When Hunter’s twin brother, Taylor, comes to visit between his globetrotting jobs as a photojournalist, Delaney wonders if he could be the missing piece of the puzzle. It takes a night at Club Fantasy and a game of Cut the Cards to show that three of a kind can work in love as well as it does in sex.

Excerpt:
A hand touched her shoulder and she jerked, eyes opening. When she saw who it was she relaxed again. Hunter, six foot one of solid male, with thick dark hair that just brushed his shoulders, eyes a rich emerald green, a sculpted face and a smile that could melt her panties in a hot minute. 
“You startled me,” she told him.
“Sorry.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, brushing his fingertips across the tops of her breasts at the same time. “You should take off this little scrap of cloth. It barely covers you, anyway.”
Deftly he released the tie at her nape, slipped his hand down to reach the one at her back, and pushed her bikini top to the side. Delaney shifted in her seat. Part of Hunter’s thing as her Dom was to show his possession in ways like this. He enjoyed letting other people know that she obeyed all his orders as well as proudly displaying the assets of his submissive.
Forcing herself to resist the automatic reflex to cross her arms over her breasts, she let her gaze roam casually over the others at poolside and on the wide covered deck. The men wore bathing suits that were little more than codpieces, the women either bikinis or tiny shorts and halters. Some of the women had already removed their tops. On a wide lounger Nia March sat cradled between the thighs of her Dom, “Blackjack” Blackwell, talking to a man standing beside them. Blackjack idly fondled his subs’ breasts, toying with her nipples, sliding a hand over her tummy into the tiny triangle of fabric covering her mound.
Of course. Why should she feel the least bit uncomfortable? Everyone here at one time or another had taken part in performance night at Club Fantasy. And giving in to their sensual natures at informal gatherings like this was almost a given. It was a lot like being in the lounge at the dungeon only more private, because all the people here were friends.
She looked up at Hunter and smiled. Of all the Doms she’d been with, he was by far the best. Not only was he inventive sexually but he was also caring, attentive, and considerate. He was one of the few she’d developed a relationship with outside the club, someone she enjoyed socially as well as sexually. Someone who understood her submissive needs outside the bedroom. So why couldn’t he be enough? Why couldn’t she agree to establish a household with him where they could live their lifestyle all the time? At least half the women who’d been with Hunter would have given anything to have that on the table.
There must be something wrong with me.
“Heavy thoughts there, sweetheart?” Hunter crouched down beside her, idly pinching one of her nipples.
“No. Yes.” She sighed. I don’t know.”
His expression turned serious. “Are you not having a good time?”
She smiled at him, arching slightly to his touch. “I’m having a wonderful time. I’m so happy for Tanner and Kelly.” She glanced to her right. “And I have a feeling Blackjack and Nia won’t be far behind them.”
“I agree.” Hunter nodded. “And they can thank Kelly and Tanner for that, we were there the night they were introduced, remember?” He lightly pinched one taut bud. “What about us, kitten? Where are we going?”
Delaney turned her head to look at him, a tiny thread of panic wriggling through her. “Are you unhappy with me, Sir?”
He bent his head and took the nipple he’d been teasing into his mouth, sucked and gently grazed it with his teeth before lifting his head again. “Unhappy? Far from it. But I want more, sub. A lot more. And I sense you holding back.”




Thursday, December 18, 2014

Cerise's fan praises #romance #novel about #female #veteran home from war w. problems few #Americans understand


     I am proud and honored to post here for you an email I received from a reader and a fan of my novels. She writes to me often but this one brought me to tears. Writing about my recent release, WHENEVER WE TOUCH, my friend Shirley has given me permission to post this for you and your thoughtful consideration of those men and women in our armed forces about whom we know so little and to whom we owe so much.
     
Here is Shirley's email:

Good mornin'. Hope all is well in your part of Texas. Things in deep East Texas are moving right along.

Totally, absolutely, without a doubt fell in love with Garrett. He was, in my humble opinion, the total package. Sweet, rugged, loving and alpha. What more could a girl want? Seriously, you know I've read almost, if not all, of your work and this one is right up there at the top as one of your best yet.

The fact that Amy was a soldier was very special. I think we tend to forget that not everyone carries a gun in war zones. The details and descriptions of the war, the injured, the PTSD were very enlightening and inspiring. We should all be more thankful for what our military does and the problems they face when returning. Whether they be soldier, nurse, doctor, whatever. They all go thru hell and we at home need to be mindful of that. As the wife of a Air Force Vietnam veteran, I tend to be very vocal about our military and their families. Everyone who reads this book should stop and say a prayer for our service men and women. Whether we have someone currently serving or not, they all need our prayers and gratitude.

OK, off my soapbox now. :) Just wanted to say hello and tell you how very much I loved this book. This one will stay in my heart and mind for a long, long time.

Merry Christmas to you and your family. May 2015 be filled with happiness, love and success for you and yours.


Shirley
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     My great thanks to Shirley for her endearing words. 
     
     Also, my delight to have this book named a TOP PICK by Night Owl Reviews. See the review here: http://www.nightowlreviews.com/v5/Reviews/ELF-reviews-Whenever-We-Touch-by-Cerise-Deland
     
    As we go into Christmas and New Year, let us pray for peace on earth, good will toward men. And for those of us who have never been to a war zone, let us learn a greater understanding of precisely what our military endures to keep our peace—and let us develop a greater compassion for the conditions both physical and emotional that they endure to preserve our independence.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Want a man in your stockings for #Christmas? Cerise DeLand does SANTA CUTIE!

I do!
How really good will Santa be to you this holiday?
Will he put a man in your stocking?
Or…um…in your panties?
Will he be the right man?
(Please, God, let him be kind, smart, buff and OH. SO. HOT!)
SANTA, CUTIE is all about the gifts we ask for and the ones we receive. Susanna Corrigan asks Santa Claus to make her holiday merry with the right man, if only for one night.
When she arrives in (yes) Alaska for her rendezvous, she waits nervously for the man she requested to show. 
When he does, she is astonished that for once in her life, she gets the Nice Package of a handsome outside, and a Sweet Package of a caring man on the inside!
If you need a little pick me up this Christmas, try SANTA, CUTIE…and ask him to hurry down your chimney tonight!
Think of all the joys you’ve missed…
Think of all the fellas that you haven’t kissed.
Next year will be so cool…
And I won’t be a lover’s fool.

So Santa, Baby, hurry down my chimney tonight!