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The Swinging Games Series
by Adriana Kraft
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We’ve been told (by people who should know) that the first several books of our Swinging Games series are a realistic introductiotion into the lifestyle – great for couples who are thinking about swinging, and a great way for anyone to fantasize and dip their toes into swinging with zero risk! We hope you’ll agree.

In Book One, Anticipation, our mid-life couple Jen and Brett never even make it to the first swing date. The focus is on the excitement and arousal that mere anticipation provides – and it can provide the same for you, if you’re curious 😊.

Book Two, Hook-Ups, is a first swinging date. Is our fictional couple nervous? You bet. But luckily for them (we planned it this way!), their first couple knows exactly what to do with swinging newbies. Oh, and this book is always FREE at extasy’s website, so you can sample the experience at no charge!

Naturally we hope once you’ve checked into it, our series hooks you into wanting more – swinging parties, lifestyle resorts, threesomes, foursomes, and more. What are you waiting for?

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X-RATED EXCERPT

from Anticipation (Book One)

Just in case you’re wondering how anticipation feeds the fantasies…

Lightly fondling the underside of Jen’s breast, Brett felt her soften and relax again. “Like someone told us, the most difficult part of swinging is finding four people who are equally attracted and equally compatible.”

“Hope that’s Pam and Rick.” Jen snuggled back against him and lowered his hand to her midriff. “Do you suppose they’re as insatiable as their handle suggests?”

“Don’t know,” Brett replied, flicking his tongue at her ear and covering her mound with his fingers. “Looks like we’re going to find out.”

“They’re not going to be satisfied with just oral.”

“I know.” Brett slipped a finger into her sex.

“They’re going to want to fuck us.”

“That’s right. Don’t you want to fuck them?” He eased a second finger into her.

“Yes.” She opened her thighs wider.

“Are you imagining my fingers are Rick’s cock?”

“Yes.” She gasped and clutched his wrist, stopping his momentum. She twisted her head to look at him. “Maybe we should be in separate rooms when we’re with them.”

Brett playfully nipped her shoulder with his teeth. Seldom did Jen have stage fright. “Why would we do that?”

“I’m not sure I want to watch you fuck another woman.”

“Ah.” He stilled his fingers deep in her vagina as she clamped down on them.

“Do you really want to watch Rick fuck me?”

“As long as you’re enjoying yourself. Isn’t that why we’re doing this swinging thing?”

Jen shuddered in his arms. “Of course, you’re right. I did enjoy watching you send Lacy in orbit with your tongue when we spent the night with Lacy and James.”

“And my lungs filled when I saw you taking all of James down your throat. You should’ve seen the shock on his face when you wouldn’t let him pull away.”

“He did have quite a load. And I did find that quite satisfying, especially knowing that you and Lacy had stopped to watch.”

“You were showing off.”

“Maybe.” Her neck turned a soft shade of pink. “A little.”

 

 

Guest Lisabet Sarai: Burn, Baby: A Sapphic Six Pack @LisabetSarai #MFRWAuthor #LGBT #FF

Six-alarm lesbian lust

Blurb


Desire burns hot in these six sizzling tales by Lisabet Sarai. A high-powered executive and a Goth rocker collide on a rainy Manhattan night and succumb to the attraction of opposites. An  unorthodox therapist rekindles the libido of a traumatized fire-fighter.  A nun fights her forbidden lust for the voluptuous hooker resident at her women’s shelter. Burn, Baby includes many of Lisabet’s lesbian favorites as well as a searing, shocking new tale, “Countertransference”.

 

Approximately 26,000 words (75 pages)
Genre: Lesbian erotica – short stories
Heat level: Explicit (5 flames)
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463292082
ASIN (Amazon):  B07DMYQCH9

Buy Links

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DMYQCH9

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07DMYQCH9

Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/838852

Barnes & Noble:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/burn-baby-lisabet-sarai/1128902422?ean=2940155289302

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40532328-burn-baby

ONLINE EXCERPT LINK (X rated): http://www.lisabetsarai.com/herowndevicesex.html

Excerpt

From “The First Stone”

“You’re kinda pretty, for a nun.”

The voice was low and throaty, laced with echoes of the ghetto.  It dragged me away from the columns of figures marching down the screen in front of me, out of the well-ordered realm of accounting and into the messiness of our inmates’ lives. Our guests, I corrected myself. Nobody was forced to stay at Serenity House.

“Um — excuse me? Can I help you?”

My interlocutor grinned at me. Her plump, mauve-painted lips framed teeth that were a shocking white in her ebony face. She shook her head. Cheap, brassy earrings dangled from her fleshy lobes, swinging back and forth over her bare shoulders.

“Just wanted to say hi. Oh, an’ to ask if I can stay out past curfew tonight. Heard you were in charge.” She extended a hand tipped with hot pink fingernails. “I’m Magnolia. Me and Moonbeam just got here yesterday.”

November in Boston, two weeks before Thanksgiving, but Magnolia’s skin felt August-hot. The woman’s breasts almost overflowed the sequined tube top that constrained them. Below, she wore baggy sweatpants with a Celtics logo that didn’t hide her more than ample curves. Her feet were crammed into open-toed high heels of scuffed gold-toned plastic. She towered over me. I felt pretty sure that would be true even if I were standing.

“Moonbeam?” Confronted by this apparition, I couldn’t seem to manage more than a couple of words.

“My kid.” Magnolia indicated a diminutive toddler with kinky pigtails, sprawled on the floor of the common room, surrounded by alphabet blocks. Hard to believe that delicate child was the offspring of this Amazon.

“Ah — um — well, you’re very welcome here, Magnolia. We’re glad to have you with us.” I struggled for the warm yet professional manner I’d learned to adopt with our guests. Rising from my chair, I gave her hand a firm squeeze before relinquishing it. My skin tingled in the aftermath. I’d been right; she stood half a head taller than my five feet six inches, and probably weighed nearly twice what I did. “Have a seat, please. I’m Sister Kathleen Patrick, the assistant director. But I guess you know that.”

She settled her bottom into the chair I’d indicated. “Yeah, the other gals told me. Pleased to meet you, Sister.” Her plucked eyebrows knotted into a frown. “That what I should call you? I ain’t had much experience with nuns.”

Her obvious concern made me chuckle. “’Sister’ would be fine. Or you can just call me Kathleen. We don’t stand on ceremony here at Serenity House.”

“Not like at Baystate Rehab. You forget to call one of the nurses ‘Miz’ or ‘Mister’, you lose privs for twenty-four hours.” She swiped the back of her hand across her brown forehead, which was beaded with sweat. The woman must have a furnace inside.

There was something lush and tropical about Magnolia. Her name fit her. She seemed totally out of place in this shabby office lit by the unrelenting gray of the late autumn sky. I could imagine her wrapped in a rainbow-hued sarong, dancing barefoot on a beach beneath swaying palms. Or swimming naked through the waves under a golden moon…

I hauled my thoughts back to the present. “Is that where you’ve just come from?” Not all our guests had substance abuse problems, but it was pretty common.

“Escaped is more like it.” She giggled. “This place’s like heaven after Bayhab. Six fucking weeks — oh, sorry, Sister — I mean, six long weeks in that hellhole! Away from my baby, too.  ‘Course, I deserved it. All the junk I pumped into my veins, not thinkin’ about who’d care for her if something happened to me. Then the OD — I really fucked up. Oh, I’m sorry, Sister!”

“Never mind. So you’ve made yourself comfortable, then? You’re happy with your room?”

Yesterday had been my day off. Rachel must have done the intake. I reminded myself to check Magnolia’s file after she’d left the office.

“It’s great. I’m sharing with Lou-Ellen and her little boy. He’s only a couple months older than Moonbeam.  Food’s good, too.” She flashed me another grin and glanced down at her generous body. “Not that I need it!”

Her laughter kindled mine. Our eyes met. Hers were espresso-brown, practically black, fringed with mascara-augmented lashes. They snagged me like magnets.

Something jolted through me — a lightning strike, a sudden storm, some personal earthquake. The floor dropped out from under my chair and I found myself suspended in space. My breath caught in my throat and perspiration soaked the armpits of my gray wool sweater. I’d been chilly before — we tried to stretch our donor’s generosity as far as possible — but now I burned. I couldn’t tear myself away from her gaze, though I knew I’d been staring far too long.

 

About Lisabet Sarai

 

LISABET SARAI writes in many genres, but F/F fiction is one of her favorites. Her lesbian erotica credits include contributions to Lambda Award winner Where the Girls Are, Ippie-winning Carnal Machines, Best Lesbian Romance 2012, Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian  Desire,  and Lammy-nominated Coming Together: Girl on Girl. Her story “The Late Show” appears in the recently released Best Lesbian Erotica 2015.

 

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing. For all the dirt on Lisabet, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).

 

 

 

I’m surprised you have enough time for me… #EroticRomance #MWTease #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

Our newest release is the finale of our Meghan’s Playhouse series, now available at Extasy Books and Amazon. We can hardly wait to see how readers react to Meg’s happy ending – after all, she’s never been one to settle down, and she’ll say a resounding “no” to anyone who wants her to change.

Picking up where we left off in our last Midweek Tease, their first encounter after Clark’s arrival at the theater continues…

EXCERPT

“A perfect match,” Meg cooed. “You’ll love Camila. And if you and she become a couple, I’ll still be able to party with the two of you now and then.”

Meg giggled. “Do you remember that older couple from the cruise ship who were coming on to April and Brad?”

Clark nodded.

“They live in Milwaukee. The four of them get together a couple times a year.”

“Incredible.”

“Age doesn’t matter.” Meg frowned at him. “I’ve told you that before. If you weren’t so hung up on appearances, you could’ve found out for yourself. Josie never would’ve thought you were trying to climb the theater ladder by joining us.”

“I’ve been with older women. I don’t doubt your premise about age.”

“Besides, you’re as established now as Josie.”

“Hardly,” Clark responded. “I’m surprised you have enough time for me.”

“Shows you what you know.” She elbowed him. “You’re the only non-married man I’ve ever had a continuing relationship with.”

 

 

BLURB

Summer Theater, scenic mountains, a fabulous acting role, partners of both genders—Meg has it made. Is there any room for an old flame?

When Meghan Keenan’s old flame Clark Hendricks unexpectedly shows up at the Summer Shakespeare Festival where she has a leading role, Meg has a brilliant inspiration: he’ll be perfect for Camila, the hot Latina who currently shares Meg’s bed. If Meg’s scheme works, she can continue to enjoy sexy escapades with both of them.

Clark has a different idea. He’s come to the Festival with one goal in mind: to marry Meg. Will Camila buy into the plan and help him spark Meg’s jealousy? Can Clark escape this tempting triangle unscathed? And if he does, can he claim his would-be bride before she flees in panic?

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Currently available to purchase (all e-book formats) at Extasy Books and Amazon

Coming soon to all major e-book retailers!

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