Fellow Extasy author Maggie Blackbird is featuring I Heart The Holidays at her blog all this month, and Mr. Kraft and I stopped by to visit her today and talk about why we love writing holiday romances (and what’s tough about it).
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On #Sale thru 12/31 The Gift Exchange #EroticRomance @ExtasyBooks #Menage #MFRWhook
For only 80 cents, you can download our Holiday short story The Gift Exchange, now through the 31st of December at Extasy Books!
Welcome to Book Hooks, a Wednesday offering by members of Marketing For Romance Writers to share a little taste of our work and entice you into wanting more! Click on the links at the end to travel to other Book Hook posts, and enjoy!
This week’s excerpt comes from our Holiday FFM Menage short story, The Gift Exchange.
It’s Christmas Eve—what gifts will Mack, Carol and Tara unwrap together?
EXCERPT
“Let’s see.” Carol handed one light package to Tara and they both began to carefully pull at the tissue paper.
“Oh my,” Tara gasped. “Santa has sexy naughty taste.”
“He does, doesn’t he?” Carol held up a sheer pale white camisole and watched Tara do the same. “They match,” Carol said, as if surprised.
Mack cleared his throat. “Wow.”
“Do you think Santa got the right sizes?” Carol looked at Tara.
Tara made a show of carefully examining the thin material. “Hard to tell. He must’ve forgotten to get us bottoms.”
BLURB
What is Carol up to now? Mack has always known his free-spirited wife is bisexual, but it seems she has new adventures on her mind this Christmas season.
Carol has long entertained fantasies of a threesome with herself, her husband, and their attractive nearby neighbor, Tara. Now that Tara’s troublesome ex is out of the picture, is this the season to make her fantasies come true?
Tara’s felt a little deprived since cutting things off with her ex, and she’ll admit she envies what Mack and her best friend Carol seem to share. If they invite her to join them, will she dare?
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Out Now! The Journeyman’s Trial, by @LisabetSarai #Steampunk #Bisexual #Menage #NewRelease
New Release!
The Journeyman’s Trial
By Lisabet Sarai
Steampunk Erotica, MF, MM, FF, MFM, FMF, etcetera…
92,000 words, 321 pages
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463505649
ASIN: B09MQV4Y86
BUY LINKS
Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/618-the-journeymans-trial-the-toymakers-guild-book-2/
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09MQV4Y86
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09MQV4Y86
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1118032
Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-journeymans-trial-lisabet-sarai/1140567579?ean=2940165096259
Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-journeyman-s-trial-the-toymakers-guild-book-2
Add on Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59740783-the-journeyman-s-trial
BLURB
If she builds it, will they come?
Technically brilliant and thoroughly wanton, Gillian Smith has found her vocation: designing innovative erotic devices for the Toymakers Guild. Lust is a lubricant to creativity at Randerley Hall. But what happens when two Toymakers fall in love?
If you like intelligent, lusty women and kinky steam punk sex toys, pick up a copy of The Journeyman’s Trial.
Victorian Nerds
Greetings. My name is Lisabet, and I’m an engineer.
In the so-called real world, I design and write computer software. I also manage development projects and mentor other engineers. I’m surrounded by smart people who enjoy the puzzles of technology and who like to make things work. It’s a challenging but exciting environment, an environment in which solving a tough problem can be as satisfying as… well, maybe even as satisfying as an orgasm. In a different way of course.
In The Journeyman’s Trial I’ve indulged myself by bringing some of that excitement into the story. The Toymakers Guild is basically a group of young Victorian nerds. Archie’s a genius with electricity. Rafe’s a chemist as well as a creative mechanical engineer. Jia excels at clockwork artifacts and optics. My heroine Gillian has skills in all these areas, but what fascinates her most is mathematics and computation. In a world where computers don’t really exist yet, she’s trying to create them and figure out how to make them work.
Then there’s the Master Toymaker, a genius who not only knows how to design and build physical devices, but who also has a deep understanding of human thought and emotions.
The novel includes pseudo-technical descriptions of the outrageous sexual artifacts the Guild produces. I suppose that some people might get impatient with my flights of engineering fancy, but for me, that has been part of the fun in writing this series. I love imagining how innovations that are commonplace today might have been realized in the Victorian era, given the technical limitations of the period.
Is the book realistic? Well, yes and no. I’ve taken a lot of technical liberties, but in fact the second half of the nineteenth century was a time of great progress and innovation.
And what about the sexual insatiability of my characters?
I’ve known, and loved, a lot of nerds in my life. Contrary to the stereotypes, really intelligent people are often very active sexually. They have a richer, more elaborated understanding of desire and the many ways it can be fulfilled. None of the characters in The Journeyman’s Trial is based on a real person, but I’ve been involved with quite a few brilliant individuals who had similar attitudes – open-minded, experimental and focused on giving and receiving pleasure.
Just like Gillian and her uninhibited colleagues.
EXCERPT
Lucy’s door was closed. After a moment’s hesitation, Gillian knocked. A soft giggle was the only response.
“Lucy? Jia? It’s Gillian. May I come in?”
Another burst of laughter filtered through the panelled door. A moment later the portal swung open to reveal Lucy’s petite but curvaceous form.
“Jill! What a pleasure!”
As usual, Lucinda was attired in the latest fashion, a royal blue day frock trimmed with violet ribbon. The colours set off her hair, which fell in golden ringlets around her heart-shaped face. Gillian couldn’t help but notice that those blonde locks looked a bit dishevelled and that the top three buttons on her close-fitting bodice were undone.
Lucy grasped both of Gillian’s hands. “Do come in! You can help.”
Overwhelmed as she often was by the other woman’s sheer energy, Gillian allowed herself to be drawn into the room.
The office was smaller than her own and crowded with the tools of Lucy’s trade. A draughtsman’s table with a high stool occupied the left side. Rolls of paper stood on end in the corner and supply cabinets lined the back wall. On the right, a low chaise faced the drawing station. On that chaise reclined the new apprentice Jia Wang, completely nude aside from her spectacles.
Gillian caught her breath. The Asian woman’s skin glowed like pale honey, as though lit from within. It stretched, smooth and unblemished, over the modest swell of her breasts and across her taut belly. Her sleek plait draped over one shoulder. Her limbs were arranged with casual grace, one arm along the back of the chaise, the other resting upon her outstretched thigh. A raised knee partially hid the crevice between her legs, casting an intriguing shadow.
“Younger Sister.” The Chinese apprentice inclined her head as she offered the traditional greeting. Her lips quirked in a half smile. “Welcome! It has been many days since we have had your company.”
“Jia – I mean, Older Sister – is right.” Lucy shut the door behind them, then idly unfastened another button, her eyes locked with Gillian’s. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were avoiding us.”
“I – um – I’ve been occupied with my training. Plus Mrs. Featherstone has assigned me a particularly tricky project…” Gillian wondered why she felt obliged to make excuses.
“Never mind,” Lucy exclaimed. “You’re here now. And we’re just about at the point where we need your assistance.”
“What sort of assistance? What are you doing?” She ventured another glance at the alluring figure on the chaise. Jia sat up straighter, arching her back and stretching her arms over her head, a position that showed off her raspberry-dark nipples. A bolt of desire flashed through Gillian’s body and her own nubs snapped to attention under her lab coat.
Lucy pulled Gillian over behind the easel. “A new product for the catalogue. Naughty postcards. Look!” Sure enough, half a dozen sketches of Jia in various stages of undress decorated the paper. In the earliest, she stood gazing into the distance, still wearing her pantaloons, her silken tunic hanging open and her hand absently cupping her breast. In another, she was topless, bending to slide the loose trousers over the swell of her hips.
The most recent drawing, of Jia lying bare and elegant on the chaise, was clearly unfinished, but Lucy had managed to catch the enigmatic attraction of the Chinese apprentice, simultaneously lascivious and distant.
“London’s quite mad these days about all things Oriental. I expect the set will be very popular.”
Her enthusiasm was irresistible. “Yes, I expect so,” Gillian agreed with an indulgent smile. “Sometimes it’s more arousing to be suggestive than explicit.”
“Oh, we plan to get more explicit by and by,” Lucy countered. “As I indicated, you can help.” She reached out to unbutton Gillian’s garment, starting at the neckline and moving down.
Gillian tensed, even as a new thrill sizzled through her.
“Relax, Jill,” Lucy murmured, her nimble fingers busy with the buttons below the waist. “We’re not going to eat you.” She pushed the lab coat off Gillian’s shoulders, revealing the nakedness beneath. “Or maybe we will,” she added, leaning in to latch on to a newly exposed nipple.
Wet heat laved that aching bud, making Gillian groan. Lucy sucked hard, sending bright stabs of pleasure down to Gillian’s clit, then released her with a giggle.
“You’re a delight, Jill. I’ve really missed you.”
“And you’re a dirty little minx,” she replied, with a quick pinch to one of Lucy’s nubs. “I thought you wanted me to help with your postcard project.”
“Oh, I do! Jia, would you mind resuming your pose? That’s lovely, thanks! Now, Jill – crawl up on the chaise, near Jia’s feet.”
As Gillian mounted the low pedestal, Jia let her legs fall open. Her sweet, musky scent filled the air.
“Perfect! Now bend forward and pretend you’re licking her cunny.”
“Pretend?” The Chinese woman’s sex beckoned, glistening outer lips the colour of wine, framed by silky black hair. Saliva gathered in Gillian’s mouth.
“Well, you can lick her if you’d like – but don’t thrash around. I need you to hold still so I can finish the sketch.”
Gillian tore her attention away from Jia’s tempting cunt, raising her eyes. The Asian girl gazed back, her half-smile impossible to interpret. Was it an invitation? A dare? Not a refusal, certainly.
“I’m ready, Younger Sister.” Jia’s voice was soft, but full of passion. “Let us give Lucy what she has asked.”
ABOUT LISABET
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. 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 – over 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, Pinterest, BookBub and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh
“I gave it to you to tide you over…” #NewRelease #MFRWsteam #RomanticSuspense
Welcome to Steam Hop, a monthly offering by members of Marketing For Romance Writers for readers who like their scenes hot and spicy. Click on the links at the end to travel to other Steam Hop posts, and enjoy!
Today’s excerpt is from our newest release, I Am Not For Sale.
A desperate espresso café owner, a determined coffee franchise rep, a quiet Midwestern town, anonymous threats out of the blue—where does the true danger lie?
EXCERPT
Set-up: Today’s excerpt occurs just after Kevin’s first visit to Nadja’s cafe. Her Aunt Ivett has been watching through the door that connects their two shops…
Ivett looked around, probably double-checking that they were alone. She leaned forward and spoke softly. “Maybe I shouldn’t have given you that crystal dildo two years ago. I gave it to you to tide you over—not to replace a man.”
Scowling, Nadja huffed, “You know I don’t like calling it a dildo. It’s my magical crystal wand.”
“Did you ever try the rabbit I gave you?”
“I don’t want to use anything mechanical. The crystal is natural and communicates its own vibrations. And I’ve told you before, I do enjoy it. It warms me.”
“Not as much as a man would. I’m sorry I gave it to you.”
“Don’t be sorry. Maybe I simply haven’t found a man who intrigues me enough to make time for him.”
BLURB
It’s nothing personal…
It all seems simple enough—Ukrainian immigrant Nadja Petrov is determined to hold on to her thriving new coffee shop, Nadja’s Literary Cappuccino, and Java Beans District Rep Kevin Langley is equally determined to move into her North Iowa town with a franchise and run her out of business.
He scopes her out, she keeps a watchful eye on him, and the sparring begins. But there are other players involved, and the web of intrigue soon threatens Nadja, her shop, and her aunt as well as Kevin, his potential franchise, and his son. Within this cauldron simmers a sexual attraction between Nadja and Kevin that catapults them to overcome their fears of intimacy and commitment. Their lovemaking is tender and raw. Their love is nearly lost in tragedy—can it survive doubts, fire, and even a death?
REVIEW
Five Stars from N. N. Light: “The romance is so hot, you may have to call the fire department. But it’s the character development throughout I am Not for Sale which makes this such an incredible story.” https://www.nnlightsbookheaven.com/post/i-am-not-for-sale-bookreview
BUY LINKS
Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09L7WQH12/
Barnes & Noble https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/1140503297
Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/i-am-not-for-sale
Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1115419
ExtasyBooks https://www.extasybooks.com/I-am-Not-for-Sale
GoodReads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59582104
BookBub https://www.bookbub.com/books/i-am-not-for-sale-by-adriana-kraft
Magnificent Manlove by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) is Now Available in Audiobook Format! #audio #audiobook #audible #mm #gay #eroticromance #erotica
Enjoy this audio collection of six tantalising gay erotica tales, in the dulcet tones of the talented Mitchell Pett—now available at Audible, Amazon and Apple Audiobooks.
Blurb:
If you enjoy testosterone-filled tales of men getting it on, then check out this collection from the pen of award-winning author Lucy Felthouse.
From stranded soldiers to submissive virgins, sexy firemen and second chances to shifters, and even some unexpected ménage, this book has variety galore. There’s something for everyone, and will have you eager to turn just one more page.
Enjoy six steamy stories, over 46,000 words of magnificent manlove.
Please note: The stories in this anthology have been previously published.
Available from: https://books2read.com/magnificentmanlove
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight, and The Heiress’s Harem and The Dreadnoughts series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter
Release blitz organised by Writer Marketing Services
“You may watch, but don’t touch.” #MFRWSteam #NewRelease #RomanticSuspense @Extasybooks
Welcome to Steam Hop, a monthly offering by members of Marketing For Romance Writers for readers who like their scenes hot and spicy. Click on the links at the end to travel to other Steam Hop posts, and enjoy!
Today’s excerpt is from our newest release, I Am Not For Sale.
A desperate espresso café owner, a determined coffee franchise rep, a quiet Midwestern town, anonymous threats out of the blue—where does the true danger lie?
EXCERPT
“Remove your robe,” Nadja ordered. “I want to see how much you want me.”
Kevin stood briefly to do as she requested and sat back down on the straight backed chair she’d provided him when they entered her dance studio. Her image reflected from mirror to mirror around the room until he was surrounded by her. This was his penance.
If this was her idea of penance, he’d be her supplicant any day. Entirely naked except for her sapphire pendant and a light orange veil she’d used as an added visual tease, she’d been twirling and dancing for several minutes before she came to stop and told him to remove his robe. This was better. Even the robe had been too restrictive.
He skimmed his stiff shaft with his right hand.
“Don’t,” she commanded. “Unless I tell you to.” She gave him a tiny smile. “Which I doubt I will. I want to see him seeking me without your assistance. He is seeking me, isn’t he?”
Resting his hands on the chair seat, Kevin watched his cock weave about. “Yes. Can’t you tell? He wants your heat.”
“Good. Maybe this will teach you to trust me more in the future.”
“Will you still put on a show like this for me if I do?”
She ignored him and let the veil drop to the floor. Without looking at him, she walked to a line of crates on one wall and began tossing out pillows, mats, and throw rugs. He watched her move about without any display of self-consciousness until she’d arranged a bed of sorts in front of his chair.
He swallowed hard when he saw her lie down on her back and spread her thighs before him. Penance had all of a sudden gotten a bit edgy. She tucked a bolster under her butt, providing him with an even more pronounced view of her alluring orifices.
She reached for a small knit bag that he hadn’t seen and unzipped it. Then she pulled out a long crystal object and held it up for him to see.
“You,” she cooed, “wanted to meet my crystal wand.”
He tried to breathe.
She placed the wand in her mouth and made a show of sucking it in and out. “Right?”
“Absolutely,” he croaked.
“You may watch, but don’t touch—me, or yourself.”
BUY LINK
Available now at Extasy Books
Coming soon to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords
BLURB
It’s nothing personal…
It all seems simple enough—Ukrainian immigrant Nadja Petrov is determined to hold on to her thriving new coffee shop, Nadja’s Literary Cappuccino, and Java Beans District Rep Kevin Langley is equally determined to move into her North Iowa town with a franchise and run her out of business.
He scopes her out, she keeps a watchful eye on him, and the sparring begins. But there are other players involved, and the web of intrigue soon threatens Nadja, her shop, and her aunt as well as Kevin, his potential franchise, and his son. Within this cauldron simmers a sexual attraction between Nadja and Kevin that catapults them to overcome their fears of intimacy and commitment. Their lovemaking is tender and raw. Their love is nearly lost in tragedy—can it survive doubts, fire, and even a death?
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