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Sexy for Saturday ~ #Sexy Choices #LGBT #MFRWAuthor

The last day of 2016 – how did your year turn out? It was a year of momentous choices, some good, some dubious. Among other things, hubs and I chose to come back to the writing we love. That decision definitely goes in our “good choice” column.

After a year-long hiatus, our first new release of 2016 was a lesbian romance short story, published in July as part of the Over the Rainbow anthology to support victims and survivors of the Pulse massacre in Orlando June 12.

Since that was an important choice-point for us, I thought we’d share Traci’s choice-point from that story. Traci plays shortstop on her State College Division III softball team, and she’s had a crush on her coach, Julie, since summer training camp her senior year of high school. This is their last game of the season. It’s the bottom of the ninth, one out, their team is ahead by one, but the opponents have runners on first and second.

EXCERPT

Julie tensed at the sudden crack of the bat and the sight of the sharply hit ground ball heading past the pitcher toward second. “Yes!” she said to no one in particular as Traci Anderson dashed to her left, gloved the ball and flipped it to the second baseman, who spun and threw to first for the double play. A fast runner might’ve beaten the throw, but not the other team’s chubby catcher.

Instantaneously, the girls from the dugout scampered onto the field, yelling their heads off. Gathering at the pitcher’s mound, the players hugged and screamed their joy. Their season had ended on a high.

Since it was the last game of the season, Julie bided her time at the top of the dugout steps. Then, one by one, she hugged each girl as they came back to the dugout to pick up their belongings. It didn’t surprise her at all that her captain shortstop was the last one off the field.

“Great play, Traci,” Julie said, hugging her tight and thumping her back. “You’ve been such an inspiration for the team these past four years.”

Traci tipped her head back and beamed at Julie through tears. “Thanks. Sally had to make a great throw to first, too.”

“You’ve been a great tandem. We’ll miss both of you next year.”

Traci dipped her head against Julie’s shoulder. “I’m going to miss you, too. So much. You’ve been the inspiration. Really.”

Julie hugged her tight. She’d learned over the years that parting never came easy. “Don’t forget my party Saturday for you seniors.”

“Of course I won’t,” Traci said, pulling away. As if on a whim, she rose on her toes and brushed her lips lightly across Julie’s. “I’m no longer your student, you know. How does that feel?”

Before Julie had a chance to respond, the blonde sprite dashed off.

How does that feel? Traci no longer her student—or those lips? What the hell was that about?

BUY LINKS

Here are links to the Over the Rainbow Anthology, filled with some of the best LGBT authors, ranging from laugh-out-loud funny to serious tear jerkers. We must never forget.

All sales authors’ and original publisher’s proceeds from this Anthology will go to the following Charity:
https://www.gofundme.com/PulseVictimsFund

We’d like to give a special shout-out to eXtasy Books, who took on the task of editing, formatting and publishing the collection at no cost and are passing through all proceeds directly to the charity. Purchasing the book from eXtasy will result in more dollars going to victims than through any of the other vendors.

 

Cover Reveal: Sweet Spot, by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985

Cover Reveal: Sweet Spot by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

A Raw Talent book.

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Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility – Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her—Travis Connolly, Rufus Lampani and Nadia Gorlando, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her. But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

More info and excerpt: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

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.

Blurb:

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.

Excerpt:

“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.”

Buy Links:

All Romance      Amazon US      Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble       Kobo       Storm Moon Press

Bio:

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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