Annabeth Leong on Tour


Today we’re thrilled to welcome back guest author Annabeth Leong, here to tell us about her latest release, One Flesh. I sure like the sound of this one! Click on the graphic at the end for the rest of her tour stops – and be sure to enter her rafflecopter giveaway at each stop!

On Planning the Wedding Night

Thanks so much for having me here again! As always, it’s a pleasure to be here.

Last fall, a slew of articles came out trumpeting the news that more than half of couples don’t have sex on their wedding night. According to an article in the Daily Mail, in a survey of more than 2,000 people married in the last three years, 52 percent said they didn’t have sex on their wedding night. For 17 percent, it was more than three days before they found their way to bed together to do more than sleep.

I do have some questions about the source of the statistics. The survey cited in news articles was apparently commissioned by a UK company called Voucher Codes Pro, and I’d be curious to know more about why they’re interested in wedding night behavior. That said, the statistics certainly cued the schadenfreude. I found a bunch of pieces online that gleefully punctured people’s expectations of a romantic, sexy wedding night. The Daily Mail quoted Voucher Codes Pro’s marketing director, George Charles, as saying, “It may be that the stress and pressure of organising a wedding takes the main priority, especially considering such a large proportion of couples have been living together for years.”

I’ll admit to having been through a couple weddings myself, and Charles isn’t entirely wrong. The first time I got married, I attempted a bachelorette party the night before and fell asleep on the floor while attempting to play Boggle. It’s certainly exhausting to deal with details and family.

I think, however, that it would be nice for more attention to go to the wedding night. That’s what my recent release, One Flesh, is all about. Leticia and Rosalie are getting married, and Rosalie wants to think about what they’re going to do when the big moment comes. More and more I’ve learned that a good sex life requires time and attention. Hot sex may feel effortless in the beginning of a relationship, but I don’t think it works to trust a connection to remain that way. For my most recent wedding, we scheduled the ceremony for early in the day and then went immediately to a hotel for a long nap. Fortunately, after the nap, there was still plenty of day left, and we’d regained enough time and energy to have some exciting sex.

If it’s worth taking time to figure out what color the centerpieces should be, I think it’s worth thinking about what kind of sex would feel hot, connected, and satisfying on the big day—and on every big day to come.


Leticia and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.

As it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it’s something that Rosalie has never done either.

The women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they’ve never formed with anyone else. They’ve never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.


“I’ll call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order,” Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. “Can you call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can’t get a straight answer out of them about it.”

Her fiancée smiled indulgently. “Better yet. I’ll go in person on my lunch break, and they won’t know what hit them.”

“Great.” Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She’d wanted to go to bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night. “That’s got to be enough for now.”

Leticia stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She’d changed into a cute pair of pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover’s curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie proper attention.

“We can’t quit planning yet,” Rosalie said. “We haven’t discussed the most important thing, and it’s coming up soon.”

Leticia groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded, highlighted lists. “We’ve talked about everything I had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don’t see what we’re—”

“The wedding night,” Rosalie purred. “We haven’t discussed that at all.”

There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she had at Rosalie’s makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman’s soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her skin tone. She’d been forced to come back later, not that she’d minded.

Now that she’d figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent. For all her lover’s passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes again. “We’ve reserved our hotel room the night of. We’ve got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days after that. Everything appears to be in order.”

“The wedding night,” Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia’s teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an invitation to take the word “night” and run with it. “The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel.”

“You mean to take a good, long nap? I’m sure we’ll be tired after dealing with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too.” Leticia couldn’t resist continuing the act.

“Not a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed.”

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Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian Cops, Circlet Press’s love-spell anthology Like Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers In Darkness, and others. When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines.


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3 Responses to “Annabeth Leong on Tour”

  1. Thanks for hosting me again! It’s always such a pleasure to be here!

  2. This novel sounds like a wonderful good read.

  3. It should be magic.

    • Mary Preston
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