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New Release from Lisabet Sarai @LisabetSarai #MFRWAuthor #eroticromance

Today we’re thrilled to welcome prolific author Lisabet Sarai to our pages, with a new release that’s both highly erotic and deeply spiritual. She’s running a contest all this month at her blog – be sure to stop by and enter!

Vows: Asian Adventures Book 3

By Lisabet Sarai

Contemporary multicultural bisexual erotic romance (X rated)

7,400 words

Smashwords and Amazon KDP

ISBN: 9781370254026 (Smashwords)


HFN ending

Tag Line

 The more you try to release desire, the more attached you become.


Travel brings out a strange recklessness in my wife, a hunger for extremes that I don’t see when we’re in New York. I would never have acted on my desire for male flesh if she hadn’t bullied me into my first homosexual encounter. Not that I regret it.

I’llneverforgetthatincandescentnightwiththeaudaciousyoung punksheboughtformeinAmsterdam.

Now, she wants us to seduce the achingly beautiful Buddhist monk we’ve met in Luang Prabang. I try to reject her suggestions, to resist temptation. But I can’t banish the images of Souvannaphone— ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cry out to be kissed. I yearn for his body—and his serenity.

Buy Links

Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078LKFC9R/

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B078LKFC9R/

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/771439

Barnes and Noble –  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/vows-lisabet-sarai/1127731965?ean=2940155064060

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/vows-asian-adventures-book-3

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37751373-vows

X-Rated Excerpt

Dani was still stroking my penis surreptitiously as the boat pulled up to the public dock. “Why don’t we go back to the hotel? We can—talk—about our new friend.” She paid the boatman, and handed me my straw hat, which I used to hide my raging erection as we strolled the few blocks back to our guest house. I barely had time to close the door and slip out of my sandals before Dani was down on her knees in front of me, undoing my fly.

Here in the privacy of our room, I didn’t object. I was painfully hard; it seemed as though the taut skin sheathing my organ would burst at the slightest touch. Danielle squeezed. I could scarcely bear it. She gazed up at me, mischief in her hazel eyes. “Pretend that it’s him, sucking you,” she murmured. Then she swallowed me whole.


After five years with me, she knew how to give me what I liked—languorous strokes from base to tip alternating with energetic sucking that must have left her jaw sore, but which brought me to the edge again and again. I filled my mind with images of her: the ginger thatch of her pubis matching the fringe on her head; the slick folds hidden among those curls; her palm-sized breasts with their extravagant nipples; her lively, intelligent, sometimes mocking face. I imagined that she was stroking herself as she worked on me. That might well be true. I remembered her wild, almost inhuman expression when she came.

But as she brought me inexorably closer to orgasm, these images slipped away, though I tried to hold on to them. Instead, I saw a pair of ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cried out to be kissed. I imagined bare feet, muscular buttocks, a slim cock rearing like a rod of ivory, hairless and pure. She was broadcasting these images to me, I knew it, but that didn’t help me to resist. My desperate moan was part guilt, part overwhelming arousal. I saw a cloud of saffron-hued fabric drifting down, covering twined limbs, white and honey-colored, and I spilled myself into Danielle’s greedy mouth.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. 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 – nearly 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 and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Vows is Book 3 in Lisabet’s Asian Adventures series:


Out Now! Grace’s Turmoil, by Peter Perrin #MFRWAuthor @PeterPerrin44 #SeasonedRomance

Debut novelist Peter Perrin has stopped by to share an interview with the lead character of his new release, Grace’s Turmoil, Book 1 in his series Not to Old for Love.

Here’s a peek into what makes Alfred tick:

What is your name and how old are you? I am Alfred Richard Nobel. I’m seventy-one years old.

Are you married? I was married for forty-five years, but my wife died tragically five years ago.

How would you describe your physical characteristics? I’m six feet five inches tall, solidly built, and barrel-chested. I have large hands and size twelve feet. So, I can only describe myself as imposing. But, I suppose some people see me as intimidating or threatening.

How would you describe your personality? I am confident, gregarious and extroverted. And I’m outgoing and sociable. The life and soul of the party.

Do you have a trait you dislike? Sadly I have to admit I do. It is my bad reaction to criticism, either real or perceived. I’m better than I used to be but I could still be better.

Do you generally tell the truth? If so, under what circumstances would you lie? Of course. As a former senior officer and a gentleman, it would be difficult for me to do anything else. But I would lie to protect someone or save their life. And I must confess that I have been economical and flexible with the truth with Grace during my time at The Grange retirement village. But that was just to avoid some difficult explaining and to avoid hurting her feelings.

How are your relationships with the opposite sex, generally?
Relationships, what relationships? Apart from my mother there has only ever been one woman in my life—my wife and soul-mate of forty-five-years, Sophie. So I’m not exactly experienced in respect to the fairer sex, and that has got me into trouble on occasion since I moved into The Grange.

How would you describe your dress style? Well you must remember that I spent a lot of time in the armed forces as an officer. So, for most of my life I dressed in a uniform, much the same as most people around me. When they leave the forces after a long time, some people can’t stand to wear a tie anymore, let alone a suit, and always dress very casual or even scruffy. But I’m just the opposite, as I love to dress smart, and wear a tie most of the time and a suit whenever I get the opportunity.

What are your favourite foods/drinks? Despite the wonderful food I was used to getting in the Officer’s Mess and in my post-RAF life, I’m a lover of plain food. So, steak, fish and chips, pies, pizzas – stuff like that. For desserts, I love anything with chocolate in or on it.  As for drinks, well I like lager, Bacardi White Rum, or Whisky (preferably a Glenfiddich single malt) and hate beer (especially Real Ale).

How would you describe your temper? Ah. I would have to confess it is unpredictable and volatile. In my RAF days I had to control it, especially as an officer. But those days are long since gone and I am more prone to losing my temper than I used to be.

Do you think your author has portrayed you accurately? I think he has done a reasonable job. But I suspect he has shown me in a less than favourable light in the way I deal with both Rose and Grace in Grace’s Turmoil.

Do you think readers will like or dislike you? I hope they will like me as I am at heart a nice guy. But I think the way my author has portrayed me may make some people look less than kindly upon me at times.


Divorced and emotionally damaged, artist Grace Stollery wants nothing more than to spend her semi-retirement painting and let time heal her emotional scars.

But when dashing widower Alfred Nobel moves into her retirement village, he turns her life upside down and her heart inside out by awakening feelings she wants to keep dormant.

Alfred quickly sets out to woo Grace and slowly she warms to him. But the village’s resident femme fatale wants him for herself. Will she succeed in driving a wedge between Alfred and Grace?



Amazon UK





Grace jabbed at the volume button on the remote control, turning up the sound on the television. She was trying to drown out the chatter which filled the palatial residents’ lounge. It had been like that for days, and she’d grown tired of it. Who would have thought the imminent arrival of one man could affect mature ladies like that?

One of the things which had appealed to her when she moved to The Grange retirement village was the lack of men. Yet a man who aroused feelings in her she didn’t want was going to add to their number.

Grace had caught a glimpse of him across The Lounge a few months ago, taking the standard tour of The Grange. He’d towered over the young woman he’d been with, and she’d guessed he was at least six-foot-five. Built like a tank, with a mass of wavy white hair and a snow-white beard, he’d reminded her of a polar bear. His presence had been overpowering and almost menacing. An image of him defending a seventeenth century mansion in days gone by had jumped into her mind.

Looking at him had sent a spontaneous burst of attraction rippling through her. It had caught her by surprise. Becoming attracted to anybody was the last thing she’d needed right then. Her divorce had been too recent and too painful. All she wanted was to focus on her painting to block out the pain. Although she hadn’t come there to look for a man, there was no denying how she’d reacted to the sight of him. She wondered how she would cope when they met. And she couldn’t help feeling he was going to have quite an impact on her life. Whether it would be a good impact or not was the million-dollar question. He might be the greatest thing since sliced bread! Or he could turn out to be a snake in the grass like her ex-husband.


Peter Perrin writes sweet, seasoned romances involving larger-than-life mature characters.

He was born in Romford, England and lives with his wife of almost forty years in Swindon, England. He is a father and grandfather. Now retired, he served in The Royal Air Force in the UK, Madagascar, Singapore, and Aden.

After almost fifteen-years’ military service, he worked in Engineering, Quality Control, and Procurement Management, and myriad smaller jobs in between those careers.

Peter’s interests are Writing, Carp Fishing, PlayStation 4 games, and Computer games. His favourite quote is “Youth passes, but with luck, immaturity can last a lifetime.”


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Guest Kellie Kamryn @KellieKamryn #Giveaway #MFRWAuthor #Menage

Today we welcome fellow Extasy author Kellie Kamryn, with two new releases and a Giveaway!


To enter for a free backlist book plus a special treat from Kellie, just leave a comment on the post. She’ll select a random winner January 1.

Vows, Sex, and Other Ways to Celebrate Love

When I began writing The Harders, the first two books featured monogamous erotic romance. By the time I got to the third book, my characters had a different story to tell, and so I listened. Books 3 & 4 each feature two siblings who end up in polyamorous romances. For me, it wasn’t about writing the erotic content that titillated the senses that comes with the fantasy of having two or more sexual partners. Each of the people had their personal story to tell and I wanted to be true to it. One sister is bisexual, and I wanted her to find her love matches that would make her the happiest. The brother in the series was in love with a woman who had a male best friend that she loved. Unwilling to tell her she couldn’t continue a relationship of any sort with her best friend, they communicated to find out what the other wanted to see if they could also have a relationship.

As poly and ménage romance is becoming more mainstream, I wanted to write stories from my heart that people could relate to, not only for the erotic content, but to give voice to struggles and romantic relationships that are common. I believe there’s a ‘happy ever after’ for everybody.
Book 5 – Vows, Sex, and Other Ways to Celebrate Love – is a recap of all the couples in the series. We finally meet the parents of the family who are celebrating their long-term relationship in the way that suits them best. Although it throws a wrench into the party plans orchestrated by their children, love wins the day in the end. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt:


Love, laughter, and sex – the best ways to celebrate life.

The Harders don’t need monkeys, vegetables, chocolate, or sex toys to bend a few kinks into their well-laid party plans.  When the couple of the hour is a no-show, the siblings worry that their good intentions will have been for naught. Count on good old mom and dad to add a few surprises of their own, mixing a cocktail of love and laughter that no one will soon forget. Get ready to celebrate love, Harder style.


Marnie wiggled her ass. Drake took hold of her hips, and guided his cock to her cunt. He slid home in a slow movement. She loved being filled by his thick cock, and she loved that Madison didn’t mind sharing Drake. They’d been in a relationship prior to Marnie’s coming along, and for a short time, Marnie had worried that Madison would get jealous. Her fears had been for naught. Since the moment they’d all gotten together, they’d been able to make it work.

Marnie licked Madison in time with Drake’s thrusts. As Drake thrust into her faster, she licked Madison’s clit at the same speed. With her left hand, she spread open Madison’s pussy, and inserted the middle finger of the other hand inside. She allowed Drake’s thrusts to push her into Madison’s clit and cunt.

Madison clenched the comforter in her hands, head thrashing side to side, her shouts becoming louder. “Oh, oh, oh!”

Cream gushed out and coated Marnie’s hand and tongue. She lapped it up, and Drake fucked her harder.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” he announced with each thrust.

Marnie whipped her head up as she and Drake came together. Legs shaking, she collapsed onto her knees, face buried in Madison’s pussy once more. Madison pushed her head away as a second orgasm erupted. “Stop, stop…”

Marnie lifted her head, juice dripping from her chin, cum dripping from her cunt. Madison propped herself up on her elbows, chest heaving. “Amazing as always.”

“Agreed.” Marnie grinned at her, swiping the back of her hand over her chin. She glanced at the bedside table clock. “We’d better get going.”

“Yeppers.” Drake slapped Marnie on the ass, and she let out a yelp. “I’ve got dibs on the shower.”

“Oh come on,” Madison retorted. “You always call dibs on the shower.”

“But I always share,” Drake said.

Marnie laughed. “If we share, we’ll never make it to the party on time.” She made a shooing motion with her hand. “Now get.”

Drake stuck his tongue out at her, and high-tailed it out of the room.

Marnie sighed and pushed up to a stand. “You want to go next?”

Madison patted the bed beside her. “Sit for a second. I want cuddles.”

Marnie plopped down beside her, and ran her fingers through Madison’s hair. Love for her filled her heart once more. “I want to ask you something.”

Madison twirled a strand of Marnie’s chestnut hair around her finger. “What’s that?”

Marnie smiled. “Having you and Drake in my life, helping all of us with the party prep, got me to thinking.”

“Oh yeah?” Madison asked. “About what?”

“Like maybe we could have a ceremony some time. Or a party. Some kind of thing to celebrate all of us being together.” Her heart tripped in her chest at the admission. “I love you both so much and I want everyone to know it.”

Madison cupped her face in her hands. “I love you—we both do. I think it’s a wonderful idea. In fact…” Her voice trailed off.

Curious, Marnie held Madison’s face in her hands. “What?”

“I’ll tell you later, okay? We better get ready.” Madison pressed a soft kiss to Marnie’s lips.

Marnie grinned from ear to ear. “Fine. We’ll talk later.”

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Book 1 in The Harder Series is availabler FREE at Extasy Books!



On December 25th, my writing partner, P.D. Cathal, and I have a Christmas release with eXtasy Books – The Sub Clause. Find out how Santa Clause and his Head Sub Elf celebrate finishing up the busiest night of the year by being naughty!


When you’re a ho-ho-ho for Jolly Old Saint Nick, not reading the fine print of your contract is a no-no-no.

The Naughty Toy Workshop is the kinky toy factory for people who hit Santa’s naughty list, and Kandy Kane loves her job as supervisor. The coveted position includes person-ally testing sex toys, observing those under her command as they research and test new items for this season’s fetish crowd, and the best perk—being The Big Guy’s submissive for the year.

Jolly Old St. Nick has never had a better sub than Kandy to supervise his naughty workshop or fulfill his most kinky desires. With glee, he can’t wait for the night of her performance review, where he has some special plans to reward his sub once the busiest night of the year is complete.

As the big night draws near, Kandy looks forward to her performance review with a mix of exhilaration and sadness. According to the sub clause in her contract, she has to choose her successor from one of the sub-elves in training in the workshop. Little does she know she’s misread the clause, and Santa is about to school her on the finer points of her contract.


A wistful sigh escaped Kandy’s lips. Both subs would make excellent replacements for her. A lump formed in her throat, and she swallowed it back, refusing to shed tears over a fact she’d known since she’d taken the job. A sub clause in her contract with Santa stated that at the end of the year, she had to choose her successor. That knowledge had been the one thing that popped a hole in her balloon of elation over being chosen for the job last year when Santa’s last Alpha Sub retired.

She pushed the intercom button. “All right, Sweet—page me if you need anything. I’ll be going to—”

An emergency alarm sounded. All three women stared at each other in bewilderment.

“What the hell?” Kandy mumbled.

An automated voice filled the room. “Emergency in Fungeon Eleven. Emergency in Fungeon Eleven.”

“Oh great,” Kandy muttered. “Sweet—help Donna. I need to see what this is all about and take care of it before Saint Nick finds out. He’s got enough to worry about.” At the thought of her boss, Kandy’s heart rate sped up. She tried her best every day to serve him as his sub and workshop supervisor. Anything she could handle for him to make his job easier, she did.

Kandy suppressed a smile at the thought of Santa. While she’d enjoy seeing him again and being used by him—one of the best perks of her job—it was the busy season, and she wanted everything to run ship-shape. She gritted her teeth together to keep from grinning. They didn’t call him The Big Guy because his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly. Her cunt ached at the thought of his big, fat cock.

“Are you okay?” Sweet asked.

Kandy cleared her throat. “Yes, I’ve got to run.”

“Go,” Sweet said. “I’ve got it from here, Ma’am.”

“Thanks.” Kandy rushed from the room and sprinted down the hall to Fungeon Eleven, the testing room for new Sybians. She burst into the observation room and stared at the sight through the glass. A runaway Sybian that resembled a child’s rocking horse was vibrating around the room like an out-of-control mechanical bull, its test rider hanging on for dear life. Two other elves were chasing it around the room in an attempt to tame it. With its erratic action, neither elf could reach the power cord to unplug it.

Good thing she’s tied to it so she can’t fall off! Kandy’s brain went into overdrive. She whirled around and spied the emergency breaker panel at the back of the room. It would shut off power to this section of the workshop only. She bolted toward it and ripped off the front cover, then flipped the switch. The room descended into darkness, the alarm shut off, and the vibrating noise from the other room ceased.

Kandy breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced around when the emergency lights flickered on. The green glow of the lights cast eerie shadows all around. Kandy hurried into the testing room and helped the elves untie the sub from the horse. Then she unplugged the machine from the wall so they could restore power without the Sybian starting up again.

By the time she’d finished, the two elves—Lexie Latex and Sadie Sadist—had the other sub, Vivian Vibrato, untied from the machine and wrapped in a blanket. They held her close, murmuring words of comfort.

Kandy walked over to the trio and rubbed Vivian’s back. “Are you okay?”

Vivian nodded. “Yeah, just a little shaken up.”

All four women stared at each other, then burst into laughter.

Kandy patted her back and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. “I told Santa this idea needed more work. I’m glad you’re all right.” She straightened up and gestured to the control room. “Let’s get out of the testing area and back into the other room where we can look at the findings and see what went wrong.”

All three subs nodded in unison. Lexie and Sadie helped Vivian to her feet, then they followed Kandy into the control room. Kandy startled when the lights came on.

A deep voice spoke from the back of the room. “Ho, ho, ho… Who’s been a naughty elf?”

All four women stared at each other, then burst into laughter.

Kandy patted her back and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. “I told Santa this idea needed more work. I’m glad you’re all right.” She straightened up and gestured to the control room. “Let’s get out of the testing area and back into the other room where we can look at the findings and see what went wrong.”

All three subs nodded in unison. Lexie and Sadie helped Vivian to her feet, then they followed Kandy into the control room. Kandy startled when the lights came on.

A deep voice spoke from the back of the room. “Ho, ho, ho… Who’s been a naughty elf?”


The Sub Clause will be available at the Extasy Books Stocking Stuffer link on Christmas Day, December 25:



Winner of the RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Award for Best Erotica 2012, Kellie Kamryn has many 5-star reviews from sites such as Night Owl Reviews for her work in contemporary romantic fiction. In 2013, one of her novellas was nominated for Best Novella for the RONE Awards. In addition, she is a workshop presenter and an online columnist for The Aquarian Online.

All of Kellie’s books contain a lot of heat balanced with an abundance of heart. With fourteen books and two anthologies to her credit since 2011, most days she can be found channeling her heart’s desire into writing stories and poetry that sweep readers away into other worlds.

When her muse requires a change in scenery, she funnels her creative energy into bringing many a tale to life through her work as an audio narrator. And when her body demands attention, you can find her in the gym jumping on the trampoline in between teaching Kindergym classes, or training and co-teaching Baguazhang (Bagua) as self-defense to women/families, and for health and healing to individuals on the Autism spectrum.

Visit with her at: www.kelliekamryn.com


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