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New Release from Lisabet Sarai

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

If you’re looking for kink, Lisabet Sarai is one of the best – here’s her newest release. M/F? Check. F/F? Check. More? Well, you’ll just have to check it out!

Blurb

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue.  With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes.  A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick… If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

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X-Rated Excerpt

“Do you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze, sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

Ted’s cock jumped in approval, though his face showed confusion. “But you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re anything but submissive.”

“Are you sure?” She turned her back to him, displaying her recently assaulted ass. “Look closely.”

He obeyed, leaning in until she felt his warm breath on her skin. “Are those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He traced the fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.

“Inez can be quite fierce at times. A bit scary.”  Annie pivoted to face him. “But I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can bear, and never pushes me any further.” She leaned over to brush her lips across his. “Or at least, not much further.” She flashed him a provocative grin.

“But I’m not an expert,” Ted protested. “Just the opposite.”

“I trust you completely, baby. I trust the bond between us, the power that first drew us together.” She scanned his still-worried face. Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready for this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”

 “Oh, I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much.”

Annie sank to her knees on the tiled balcony floor and bowed her head. “Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”

“Annie…”

He stood, close enough that his rampant cock bobbed inches from her mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the notion of tasting him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.

“What should I do?”

“Whatever you want, Sir.” She ventured a glance upward, meeting his eyes, full of carnal hunger and lingering uncertainty. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “You might, for instance, begin by fucking my face.”

Ted chuckled, suddenly sounding much more confident. “Oh! Are you giving me instructions, slave?”

“No, Sir. It was just a suggestion.”

“Well, I have some other thoughts. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the condo, leaving her kneeling on the cold, hard surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight circuit, from her nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own dripping cunt teased her nostrils.

She closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing pulse, struggling with her almost overwhelming excitement. She might come just from the thrill of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all power to her lover.

The wind rose for a moment, tangling her hair. Faint traffic noise reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a long time, or so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking for him?

 She forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of surrender.

“You’re dripping all over the floor, slut!”

Annie started, her heart slamming against her ribs. With her eyes closed and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard him arrive.

“Clean up your mess,” he ordered.

Trying not to smile at his bossy tone, Annie bent at the waist. A small pool of cunt-juice had formed between her spread thighs. She licked up every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal musk. She was no stranger to the taste of pussy.

When she’d finished her appointed task, she knelt up, with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to run a finger over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.

Annie gasped as a storm of pleasure raged through her. She’d been close to climax simply from contemplating her own submission. His touch pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there, struggling for control.

He seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t come unless I tell you to. You know that, right?”

 

Out Now – The Story of Jo by Justine Elyot (@sinfulpress @JustineElyot)

I met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.

Bestselling UK author, Justine Elyot, is back with her latest erotica novel, The Story of Jo.

Released October 1st 2018 by Sinful Press, The Story of Jo takes us on a whirlwind romance through the eyes of Jo, as she gives in to her submissive side under the loving tutelage of Emmett. But when Emmett’s friend and mentor appears on the scene, Jo has to decide if she’s willing to risk everything she has to become submissive to two masters.

Justine Elyot is the author of On Demand, The Business of Pleasure and Meeting Her Match. Her fiction has been published by Black Lace, Xcite, Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, and Mischief.  

Blurb:

Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.

With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.

Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.

She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.

With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?

Excerpt:

“I want complete control of you in the bedroom,” he said.

The words shocked me to the core, and when I say ‘core’ I mean the area between my legs.

“Complete…control,” I repeated breathily.

“Within limits,” he amended. “Nothing that will damage or traumatise you, obviously. It’s for your pleasure as much as mine.” He laughed softly and ran a fingertip along my lips. “The look on your face…I’d like to photograph it.”

“Are you talking about, y’know, kinky stuff?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You look shocked. Are you shocked?”

Was I?

“No,” I said. “I mean…no.”

“So you are that way inclined?” He raised an eyebrow.

“In theory,” I said. “I’ve read…things. But never done…things.”

“But you’d like to do…things?”

Could I admit that I’d dreamed of a man like Emmett, who would come and take possession of my body and my sexuality, relieving me of the irksome responsibility? I’d dreamed of a man who would be dominant yet sensitive, cruel but loving, with a resolutely filthy imagination.

Did he actually exist?

And did I have the courage to find out?

He pulled me in close again.

“Do you want me to take you in hand?” he asked, his voice low and sticky in my ear.

“God, yes,” I shivered.

“Mmm,” his appreciative response turned into a kiss, one of those long, slow, trembly types that only end when your legs start to give way. One hand slid slowly down my spine, moulding itself to the curve of my bottom and squeezing.

“You’re still dressed,” he accused, his mouth still close enough for his hot breath to whisper over my skin. Red wine, spearmint, salmon, a bitter coffee note further back.

“Sorry.”

He quieted me with another kiss, then set his fingers to work on my shirt.

 

The Story of Jo is available to buy from all major online retailers including:

Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TSoJKindle

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-story-of-jo

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-story-of-jo/id1420094618?mt=11

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-story-of-jo-justine-elyot/1128642055?ean=9781910908303

 

Release blitz organised by Writer Marketing Services.

 

 

 

Love in a Hot Climate – Justine Elyot on Tour with #Giveaway #BDSM #MFRWAuthor

Love in a Hot Climate

Hello, I’m Justine Elyot and I’m here to talk about my new BDSM menage romance, The Story of Jo.

The first time you go on holiday with a new flame is a real rite of passage. It can be a snatched weekend in the city, a week by the sea or more than a month on the backpacking trail. No matter what it is, you can bet that you’ll be concentrating more on your lover than the local scenery.

Jo is no different. When Emmett manages to sneak her to Barcelona for a work conference, she spends much more time in the bedroom than the Gothic Quarter. But even if you never leave your king-size hotel bed, you’re in a different place, and not just geographically. Taking characters away from their usual setting is a fantastic vehicle for moving the story forward and developing their relationship. A more relaxed vibe can lead to confidences, while the intensity of the togetherness can deepen bonds.

And there’s always the chance that being in a foreign city where nobody knows your name might dissolve a few inhibitions… Here are Emmett and Jo in a crowded bar just off Las Ramblas…

He put a hand on my thigh, stroking the silky material against the elastic lace of my stocking top. It kept catching and snagging, a dangerous little crackling sensation.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, my breath catching. I felt the situation slipping rapidly out of my control; it was heady, scary and exhilarating.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you,” he said into my ear, watching the waiters. “That’s how we work, isn’t it?”

“Emmett…”

He pulled my hem just above my stocking top, so a white strip of thigh was visible between them. At least, it was visible to anyone who thought to look under our table – hopefully everyone would be too absorbed in their own business to bother.

Emmett’s hand slipped between my upper thighs, his fingertips moving lightly around the tender skin and under my suspender elastics.

My mouth was too dry to let sound escape. Was he going to touch me, here, in front of all these people?

“Have you ever done anything like this before, Jo?” he asked, teasing his fingers ever closer to the very tops of my thighs. “Anything in public?”

I shook my head, my heart pounding. My eyes flickered all over the place, desperate to make sure we weren’t observed.

“Let’s start slowly,” he breathed, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His hand rested under my skirt, on my bare thigh, as he worked on my mouth. I knew kissing in public wasn’t any kind of offence, but this felt weirdly obscene, especially when his tongue slid inside.

It took no time at all – mere seconds – for my anxieties about being watched to melt in the blast-furnace of my desire for him. I surrendered to the kiss, opening myself up, feeling the turmoil in my lower belly that would soon translate to wetness.

The hand that wasn’t on my thigh crept around to nudge the side of my breast, stroking it with his knuckles. My nipples were soon hard and swollen; I thought they must look huge under the thin silk that barely covered them.

Before long, I felt my clit follow suit, blossoming between my lower lips as if begging for attention. Emmett’s hand felt heavier on my thigh. It was hot and damp, or was that me? I couldn’t tell any more.

He began to knead my flesh with his fingertips, every pressing motion causing my lips to spread slightly, teasing my needy clit until I squirmed in my seat.

He moved his lips to my ear.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he murmured, moving down to kiss and nip at my neck.

My eyes were rolling around inside their lids, crazy pinballs of desire. I could hardly keep back the tide of little animal noises that threatened to pour out of me. I needed him to stop them up with his mouth again.

“Uhhhh,” I confirmed, seeking out his lips and tongue.

Carefully, slowly, he moved his hand further up my thigh – with some difficulty, as they had begun to feel glued together. He slipped his little finger into my cleft and brushed against my clit. Such a light touch shouldn’t have set off such incredible sparks, but it did. I whimpered and clenched my buttocks against the force of it.

And now something else was happening. I was coming out of my cocoon of pure sensation and becoming aware of the people around me – and instead of panicking about being seen, I was positively relishing the idea.

Look at me, I begged silently. See what he’s doing to me, right here in front of you all.

Blurb:

I met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.

Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.

With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.

Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.

She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.

With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?

Want to read on? The Story of Jo is available in print and ebook formats:

Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TSoJKindle

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-story-of-jo

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-story-of-jo/id1420094618?mt=11

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-story-of-jo-justine-elyot/1128642055?ean=9781910908303

Author bio:

Justine Elyot is the author of best selling erotic novels On Demand and The Business of Pleasure, as well as enough short stories to fill several anthologies.

She can often be found moaning about stuff on Twitter as @JustineElyot

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