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Showing posts with label Ellora's Cave. Show all posts

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Sabrina York Celebrates her Anniversary with Giveaways Galore!



It’s almost April. The birds are chirping in the trees and the skies are no longer filled with snow-laden clouds.

And I am excited because April marks one year for me as a published author. My first book, Adam’s Obsession, released on April 4th, 2012. It’s been an exciting journey ever since. I've met some of the most amazing people and made some really wonderful friends.

I want to thank my readers and my fans for all their support. It really means a lot.

I am excited to report that I now have ten titles out and four more coming soon…plus a bunch in the hopper!  

I've included a list below with links if you’re tempted.

I am even trying my hand at self publishing. Rebound, the first novella in the Tryst Island Series releases in April. I am so excited about that, you know I just have to give one away to a lucky commenter! Just mention the title in the comments section below and I’ll add you to the drawing.

Here’s the blurb:

Rebound by Sabrina York
Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she can remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.

Of course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both parties are on the rebound…








And if you’re in the mood for a super quick, steamy read, check out my most recent release, Man Hungry, a Quickie from Ellora’s Cave:

Man Hungry by Sabrina York

Blind dates are hell. At least that’s what Justin thinks before he’s set up with Jessica, a sizzling-hot schoolteacher who captures his heart—or at least his lust—at first sight. He can’t let their date fail so he does what any sane, rational prankster would do—he pretends he’s there to meet someone else. A man-hungry schoolmarm.
Jessica knows full well that Justin is her date, so she decides to have a little fun and show him exactly how man hungry a “schoolmarm” can be. And Jessica’s hunger is all for Justin. On the dance floor, atop a table, up against a door…she just can’t get enough.
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

And yes, if you mention the title in the comments section below, you could win a copy of Man Hungry as well!

***ENTER TO WIN SABRINA’S TIARA***
Oh, and this is important! March 31st is the LAST DAY to enter my Tiara Giveaway.

Well…until I decide to give away another. My bling closet is getting kind of cluttered. (But darling, if you’re going to be a hoarder, shouldn’t you be hoarding bling?”)

To enter, just sign up for the Royal Hotsheet (Sabrina’s Newsletter). Newsletter subscribers are eligible to win all coming contests as well as random giveaways. Because, have I mentioned? Tiara closet? Cluttered?
Send an email with "Enter Me" in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to sabrina@sabrinayork.com. If you want to win a copy of Man Hungry, mention that in the body of the email!

The drawing will be March 31, 2013. It is a completely random drawing. I made it a point to have the one person on the planet who ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT CARE about the results draw the winner.

That is, after all, what teenage sons are for.

Remember, only one entry per person, but if you refer your friends you will earn bonus entries.

Refer Your Friends Bonus Entries
Tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for Sabrina's Hotsheet you earn another entry, plus a chance at a Referrals Only drawing for more bling. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box so I can give you credit).

Good luck!!!

About Sabrina York
Sabrina is an award winning author of erotic romance with nearly a dozen titles available, ranging from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york or Facebook.

Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on her webpage (www.sabrinayork.com) or explore on Amazon or at Ellora’s Cave.


Books by Sabrina York
Five Alarm Fire (Erotic Contemporary for the High Octane Heroes Anthology, Cleis Press)—coming soon
Lust Eternal (Erotic Fantasy, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Making Over Maris (Erotic Contemporary, Ellora’s Cave) —coming soon
Rebound: A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Erotic Contemporary, Available soon on Amazon)


Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Meet and Greet


Hi! I’m Kelli and I write dirty words for a living. Hi, Kelli!
 
I’m new to Sweet ‘N Sexy Divas and I’ve been banging my head against a desk trying to figure out a way to introduce myself—to you and them—without posting my boring writing resume. I’m multi-published…blah blah blah. I’m award winning…snore. I’m a best-selling author…that’s a lie. So I’m just going to list random facts about me and hope something sparks your interest and makes us kindred spirits and BFFs.
 
 
 
  1. My favorite color is green. My car is green. My bedroom carpet is green. Sometimes my lawn is green. I have a pair of green shoes and lots of green clothes. Some of my book covers, like the one above, are green. 

  1. I write erotic romance and erotica for Ellora’s Cave and Decadent Publishing. I also write comedy, so, I write sex and comedy. Sexy humor or humorous sex, depending on your perspective.

  1. Sometimes my fictional characters get spanked, but not always. Sometime they like it, but not always. Sometimes they deserve it, but not always. 

  1. I’m not so great with the spelling, grammar or punctuation, which you might find out from my blogging. Today. Yeah, you might find out today. 

  1. I love my editors. All of them. And not just because they help me with my spelling, grammar and punctuation. They also stop me from writing stupid stuff. They are not available to edit my blogs. I asked. 

  1. I eat popcorn with M&Ms, which goes together about as well as sex and comedy. I like to watch movies while I eat popcorn and M&Ms. I do not like to eat popcorn and M&Ms while I have sex, but that would be funny and messy. 

  1. I’m a pantser, which means I randomly start writing stuff without a plan (like this blog). Sometimes this tact results in brilliance. Mostly it means lots or revisions. 

  1. I like summer, but I like spring better because it’s farther away from autumn than summer. I don’t like winter, but I do like Christmas, mostly for the cookies, tree ornaments and blinking lights. 

  1. Houseplants die under my care. People do not. Yet. 

  1. There is a yellow balloon outside my bedroom window (no, I have not been drinking, but I am running out of facts). 

  1. Most bloggers would list ten or twelve facts. I’m going with eleven because that’s my favorite number. 

I really feel closer to all of you and I hope you feel closer to me. If the other Sweet ‘N Sexy Divas don’t hold a secret meeting and vote me off the blog, I will be back on the 20th of next month. If you miss me and wonder what I’m doing between now and then, I am available on several different social media sites.
 
 

 

Monday, March 18, 2013

Irish Hunk


In the spirit of St. Paddy's Day, which was yesterday, but my blog day is today so that makes me a day late :) I'm sharing something green, edible and yummy. Just like the Irish hunk, later on in the post, only he isn't green.

I love to cook and today I thought a recipe might be in order. so here is my asparagus soup.... followed  by a beverage that is also green.
Cream of Asparagus Soup – sooper easy
1 ½ lb asparagus
¼ c chopped onion
Oil
Chicken bullion – 2 packages mixed up with water – or your stock = 2-3 cups
2 T flour
s & p
2 c milk
Cook vegetable, drain and set aside.  Sauté onion.  Combine stock, flour s & p stir in milk.  Add to asparagus and boil till thick.  Process in food processor
.
Now for the drink.

Grasshopper
1 nip creme de menthe
1/2 nip creme de cacao
Ice cream – fill your boots because she doesn’t say how much!
Pour all ingredients into a blender and blend. Pour over ice in a cocktail glass.

Now also in honour of St, Paddy's day is a snippet form a story I hope to get edits back soon and then it will be on its way to publication. It's called Midnight Dream Lover and will be part of another Cabal of Hotness, Fondled and Gobbled spoofy tale. I was in the 2nd book along with Sasha Devlin, Amy Ruttan, and A.M. Griffin.

Keep your ears to the track for the next set of spoof coming your way!
 

Blurb
Chyna found her perfect lover. Only problem is, he’s not real. Or is he? Her hot, hunk of a man knows how to do everything just perfect. His talents at pleasing a woman are too good to be true. And we know what they say when something is too good to be true. Chyna is desperate to find out who her sexy Irish dreamboat is, but he keeps her in the dark, so to speak. Will she ever find out who this perfect, faceless dream lover is or if he is simply a figment of her imagination?

 Excerpt
Her gaze was fixated on the door and she nearly swallowed her tongue when a figure stepped between her the light. Such a magnificent figure. Broad shouldered, slim hipped, his hands were propped on his hips and the silhouette of his thick, muscled arms made her gasp. It was a man! A man worthy of having her fall at his feet.

His face in shadow, all she could make out was the close-cropped hair, the powerful neck and a body she wanted to hang herself on. The sweet ache of lust scurried through her and her pussy dripped. Chyna’s nipples hardened and she felt as though her clothes fell away when the glitter of his blue eyes met hers. Never had such an instant attraction for a man struck her with such force.

~~~
Sorry no pic of an Irish hunk, just a mental visual. Which can be just as sweet.



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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Sabrina York on The Importance of Being Earnest…And Steamy Erotic Regencies


In my newest steamy erotic Regency, both Helena and James are pretending to be someone they’re not. Helena, because she’s running from an unwanted marriage and James because, well, he wants to seduce Helena. He pretends to be a lowly gardener.

This farce of identities was so much fun to write—my favorite part being when James realizes that his “Eloise,” the adorable waif who has become his perfect sexual partner and even enjoys his darkest fancy (yes, spankings!), is actually his intended. James is mortified. A Lord does not indulge his baser desires with a wife. Once they work everything out, Helena has to convince him, quite earnestly, that spankings are perfectly fine with her.

Needless to say, he’s pretty easy to convince…

I have attached the blurb and a steamy excerpt for your enjoyment. Dark Fancy is available on Amazonand at e-tailers everywhere.

In the meantime, check out Dark Fancy  on The USA Today Happy Ever After Blog!

http://www.usatoday.com/story/happyeverafter/2013/02/21/erotic-romance-erotica-new-releases-february/1937039/

Dark Fancy
By Sabrina York

When Lady Helena Eloise Simpson flees an unwanted marriage to a revolting lord, she finds refuge with James, a charming, handsome man unlike any she’s ever known. Helena concocts the perfect solution to her problem. She asks—begs—James to ruin her. Surely her betrothed will repudiate her if she is no longer pure. And if all her efforts fail and she still ends up married to a horrid man until the end of her days, she will—at least once—have known true passion.

But James is not all he seems. He is, in fact, a wicked lord with a dark fancy. When Helena awakens his desire, he becomes determined to take everything she has to offer and more. No matter the cost.


Dark Fancy by Sabrina York

An excerpt from: DARK FANCY
Copyright © 2013 by Sabrina York, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing , Inc.

By reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this site.

James stared at Eloise, brave, proud, innocent Eloise. He could relate to the passion in her plea. He had a sudden desire to be released from a betrothal himself. He fiddled with the corner of his napkin. “There is always the chance your betrothed won’t care if you’re ruined.” Some men did not.

Her lashes fluttered. When they rose again, there was a look in her eye that sent lust coursing down his spine. It settled in his cock. “If I’m to be married to a bilious flounder of a man for the rest of my life, I should like to know passion just once. Just once, James.”

“J-just once?” His voice cracked.

Her smile blossomed. “Perhaps more than once.”

He had to laugh, although this was clearly no laughing matter. “My dear. I would be happy to oblige.”

“Excellent!” She clapped her hands with glee.

Unfortunate, that, because it made her look, once again, like a little girl. But then she picked up her cup and ran her pink tongue around the rim, lapping at the wayward drops. He reached for the second bottle.

She held out her cup for a refill. “You will need to show me what to do.”

He almost forgot to stop pouring. Hell yes. He’d love to show her what to do. He’d love to instruct her—in elaborate detail—what, precisely, to do. Something snarled in his belly.  His palm itched.
He forced down that decadent desire. Chained the beast.

For God’s sake. She was an innocent, a virgin. If he opened with that card, not only would she truly be ruined, she would probably hie off to the nearest nunnery and spend the remainder of her life in seclusion.

Oh, he would bed her. He would despoil and beguile her, but only in the very gentlest of fashions.
But his fantasies, the darkling imagery of what he would truly like to do, simmered.

“Are you…” He cleared his throat. “Are you ready for your bath?”

“Heavens, yes.” Once again, she clapped her hands.

The childlike gesture was off-putting since, at the moment, he was thinking of sinking his cock into her body and swallowing her moans with his mouth. But he liked her enthusiasm. It also made him desire—very deeply—to tie those hands to the bedposts. So she couldn't clap them.
Why that thought made him salivate, he didn't know.

Ah hell. Of course he knew.

Despite the lust snarling through him, he managed a modicum of chivalry, although it was perfunctory at best. “I’ll fashion a curtain.”

Her next words nearly unmanned him. “You don’t need to.”

“I b-beg your pardon?”

“You don’t need to bother with a curtain.” For a shy and demure innocent, she had something of a brazen streak. “I mean, if we’re going to…you know…”

“Make love?”

“Yes. If we’re going to make love, you will see me naked anyway.” A frown crossed her brow. “Won’t you?”

He chuckled. “Most certainly.”

“I thought so. But people are not very forthcoming when one asks about such things.”

“Really?” That had not been his experience in the slightest. Then again, she was a girl. The world sought to save and protect innocence. Until it ravaged it.

He did not know why he trembled as he poured the heavy buckets into the tub. He was a man of the world. Jaded and used to much more decadent fare than initiating virgins to the delights of the flesh. He should hardly be nervous about the prospect of having her.

Then again, maybe it wasn't nerves. Maybe it was just pure, seething desire.


Dark Fancy is now available on Amazonhttp://www.amazon.com/Dark-Fancy-ebook/dp/B00AN86ILY/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1355761557&sr=8-4&keywords=dark+fancy

About Sabrina York
Sabrina is an award winning author of erotic romance with over a dozen titlesavailable, ranging from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york or Facebook.

Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on her webpage (www.sabrinayork.com) or explore on Amazonor at Ellora’s Cave.
·         Adam’s Obsession: Contemporary Erotic Romance  
·         Extreme Couponing: Contemporary BDSM
·         Dark Fancy: Erotic Regency
·        Folly: Erotic Regency
·         Pushing Her Buttons: Contemporary BDSM  
·         Rising Green: Steamy Erotic horror
·         Training Tess: Contemporary BDSM  
·         Trickery: Magical Domination  
·         Tristan’s Temptation: Contemporary Erotic Romance  

Coming Releases

Win a Tiara From Her Royal Hotness!
Enter to win a gorgeous tiara by signing up for Sabrina York's Royal Hotsheet (new book and contest info only--no spam! Your e-mail address will not be shared). If you're already getting the newsletter, don't fret. You're already in the drawing. Send an email with "Enter Me" in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to sabrina@sabrinayork.com. The drawing will be March 31, 2013.

One entry per person.

Refer Your Friends Bonus Entries
Tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for Sabrina's Hotsheet you earn another entry, plus a chance at a Referrals Only drawing for more bling. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box so I can give you credit).

Good luck!!!



Monday, February 18, 2013

Island Time

Have you ever heard of it? I love to live it and did the past week, which dragged over into today. Hence my late posting for my SNS blog!

Apologies!

I was away last week. Yep, I was a beach bum and loved every minute of it. We stayed on North Captiva Island, only accessible by ferry. Only transportation by golf cart and bike. It was glorious.  Meat Man, my hunky guy, surprised me with this trip which was a combo birthday, Xmas and Valentines Day. Those are the kind of gifts I like! As well as diamonds. Does that make me a Diva? Who Cares!

This is a pic of our beach house. The place that set us firmly on island time.

While away, I got thinking about a foodie BDSM story, for a publishers call. I started writing it and the travel home ensued so I had to stop. What happened? Well, being a pantser and all, the story shifted. The hero is like the captain on our ferry boat, tanned, muscled, sun streaked hair pulled back into a pony tail. The heroine, I see her tanned and in a coral bikini (only because I would never dare to wear one!)  He's the dom and she's the sub, and I think I know exactly how its gonna play out. Fingers crossed that it works out.

But, on another note! I have a new release coming on Feb 22. Fondled and Gobbled: Going Back for Seconds. It is Volume 2 in the Fondled and Gobbled Ellora's Cave series. V1 came out earlier this month. My story is Keep 'em Coming and here's a sneak peek for you.

Steve and Nick prowled up to her and she swore she could hear them growl low in their throats. Ravyn purred and stared back at them, her dark hair falling over her face. She began to tremble and the closer they got to her the more she shook with anticipation. Within seconds she was meat in a man sandwich.


Blurb
The virgin whose carefully planned hymen removal doesn’t work out the way romance novels told her it would. A busty broad doing what she can to get over her penis anxiety—assisted by a cadre of male strippers. A not-so-bright (and not so “big”) alien who comes to claim his life-mate, and the Earth girl who wants to be claimed at all costs. A cursed, mute shapeshifter who needs to pop his cherry with his unsuspecting fated mate…
If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine—this isn’t it! This series of spoofs, parodies and just-for-fun take-offs is for longtime, hard-core romance readers able to laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.
You can read even more erotic spoofs and goofs in Fondled and Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It.
An Exotika ® erotica anthology from Ellora’s Cave

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Sexy Couponing…in the Extreme: A Valentine's Day Challenge from Sabrina York



Valentine’s Day is coming soon.

It’s time to think about what we might do to show our sweetheart how much we adore them. I can’t think of a better gift for your partner than a sexy coupon book.

And not just because that’s the theme of my latest release. The fact of the matter is, a sexy coupon book is a lot cheaper than a dozen roses or a re-built motorcycle engine.

Plus, it’s a hell of a lot more fun!

In my steamy novella with BDSM themes, Extreme Couponing, sweet and sexy hubby Tae discovers that wife Bella secretly craves sexual submission but it too shy to ask him for it, so he designs a book full of sexy coupons to lead her down the garden path. The coupon he redeems first is for One Hour of Complete Submission. The result is a revival of their sex life, in a way that completely satisfies them both. (Please read on for the scorching excerpt…)

So here’s my question for you, dear reader: What would you put in your Valentine’s Day Coupon Book for your spouse? Would it be naughty and risqué? Or would you stick to a litany of household chores?

I’d love to hear your ideas for my coupon book. So would my dear husband!

Here are some suggestions to get you started:

Coupons for Him
·         Good for one comment-free football game*
·         Good for one BBJ (Blindfolded Blowjob)**
·         I will act out a scene from your favorite porno
·         All right, I will play Halo/Portal/WOW with you
·         Lingerie. That’s it. Just lingerie.
·         Good for one Ellora’sCave for Men ebook

Coupons for Her
·         Dinner. In or out. Your choice. My treat.
·         I will change the oil in your car without complaining about it (much)
·         I will clean the garage (really, I’ll do it this time)
·         Good for bathroom duty for one week
·         I will actually complete any one chore from my Honey-Do list
·         Good for one spanking, whether you need it or not

Coupons that Go Both Ways
·         Good for one backrub*
·         Good for breakfast in bed*
·         Good for one foot rub*
·         Role reversal for one week
·         Good for one weekend away
·         I won’t complain about work for one whole evening. Promise.
·         I will give as good as I get.

*From Extreme Couponing
**Yeah, this is in one of my coming releases!
See how much fun this can be???

Please comment below and share your suggestions for a Valentine’s Day Coupon Book, and read on for information about my books, contests and the sizzling excerpt from Extreme Couponing, available now from Ellora’sCave.


About Sabrina York
Sabrina is an award winning author of erotic romance with over a dozen titles available, ranging from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york or Facebook.

Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on her web page (www.sabrinayork.com) or explore on Amazonor at Ellora’sCave.
·         Adam’s Obsession: Contemporary Erotic Romance  
·         Extreme Couponing: Contemporary BDSM
·         Folly: Erotic Regency
·         Pushing Her Buttons: Contemporary BDSM  
·         Rising Green: Steamy Erotic horror
·         Training Tess: Contemporary BDSM  
·         Trickery: Magical Domination  
·         Tristan’s Temptation: Contemporary Erotic Romance  

Coming Releases


Enter to win a gorgeous tiara by signing up for Sabrina York's Royal Hotsheet (new book and contest info only--no spam! Your e-mail address will not be shared). If you're already getting the newsletter, don't fret. You're already in the drawing. Send an email with "Enter Me" in the subject line (this is erotica, after all) to sabrina@sabrinayork.com. The drawing will be March 31, 2013.

One entry per person.

Refer Your Friends Bonus Entries
Tell your friends about Sabrina York, Her Royal Hotness. If they sign up for Sabrina's Hotsheet you earn another entry, plus a chance at a Referrals Only drawing for more bling. (NOTE: They must tell me that you referred them in the message box so I can give you credit).

Good luck!!!



Extreme Couponing

by Sabrina York

Bella adores Tae. He is sweet and patient and gentle. She would do anything to keep her handsome hubby happy—even pretend to be something she’s not. She ignores that niggling dissatisfaction with their very vanilla marriage. But secretly, she yearns for something darker.

When Tae discovers—quite by accident—about Bella’s secret desires, he is determined to fulfill her every fantasy—and his. He devises a wicked coupon book full of naughty commands and fiendish challenges. From spankings to bondage to erotic play with household implements, he tests her limits. 

With each coupon Tae redeems, Bella sinks deeper and deeper into the lifestyle she has always craved but never had the courage to demand. Can they find a place that allows her to be the strong independent woman he fell in love with and the quivering sub she is at her core?

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Ball & Chain Line


An Excerpt From: Extreme Couponing

Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
If you’re under 18, it is necessary for you to stop reading now.

With a simmering glance at her, he slid a finger beneath the tape. A small booklet fell out onto his lap.

“What is it?” She scooted closer.

“Oh look. You gave me coupons.” He sounded excited. Thrilled even.

“Coupons?” She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. What on earth was he up to? She was hardly a “coupon queen”. She was the kind of woman who used coupons as bookmarks.

In fact, he did all the grocery shopping. Well, if he wanted food in the house.

She wasn't very domesticated. Never had been.

He flipped through the booklet, oohing and aahing. The sideways looks he sent her set a fire in her gut. “Oh Bella,” he purred, pausing on one coupon in particular. “You shouldn't have.”

She frowned. “Let me see that book.”

Before he could protest, she snatched it from him and flipped through the pages. And she began to laugh. Clearly he’d printed out this booklet on his computer. “Good for one backrub. Hmm.” She flipped to the next. “Good for breakfast in bed.” Okay. There was the usual stuff. One foot rub, one blowjob, one comment-free football game…

And then she came to one that made the breath catch in her throat. She swallowed. Her pussy twitched.

It said, One hour of complete submission.

She froze. Every muscle in her body locked in place. Her heart pounded, her blood thrummed, her body liquefied.

He watched her intently, taking in every nuance of her reaction, his jaw tight, eyes glittering. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips. “I was thinking about redeeming that one now.”

She didn't even know how to respond, so she just stared at him. They’d been married for nearly a year but he’d never once suggested anything kinky. Never once tried to push the boundaries.

Never once suggested anything even remotely risqué.

Damn it all, anyway.

Bella had never been a wimpy woman. She usually just took what she wanted from life. But in this, especially with Tae, she was tentative, cautious. Nervous.

Usually she was never nervous. But this…

This was something so personal. So intimate. So secret. She’d never had the courage to admit it to him. She’d been scared to death of how he would react if he knew the truth. If he knew what she really craved.
That he was asking for this, now, made her woozy.

She cleared her throat, lowered her lashes. “W-what did you have in mind?”

He waited until she looked at him before he spoke. “I think the coupon speaks for itself.”

“All it says is complete submission.”

“I know. Are you game?”

An unfamiliar tension rose between them. Bella nibbled her lower lip as she contemplated the sudden urge to test his resolve. Or at least the depth of it. “For all I know, you’ll have me cleaning your man cave. Scrubbing the toilets. Doing your laundry.” Their marriage had become that, somehow. An endless list of projects and chores.

“I didn't have cleaning in mind.” He tipped up her chin. “Sexual submission, Bella. Total. Sexual. Submission. Are you game?”

She swallowed, swamped by the apprehension skirling in her gut, the lust dancing in her pussy. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

He was right. She did. She bobbed her head, a tiny nod.

Oh yeah. She knew.

She wanted it.

Bad.

She’d always wanted it like that. Craved it. Hungered for it. But then she’d met Tae, a guy who adored her for being a strong woman, for taking the lead, for managing everything. She hadn't wanted to tell him the truth of it. She hadn't dared.

“Say it.”

She swallowed. “Say what?”

“Say, yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

Her heart stuttered. She forced a laugh. “I can’t say that.”

“You can.”

Bella tried to sort through her conflicting feelings. She wanted this. Needed this. Had fantasized about this. And now he was offering it to her.

And damn it all anyway, it was only for an hour.

Shyness overcame her. She dropped her chin and whispered, “Yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

“Sweetheart. Look at me when you answer.”

She did. “Yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

His nostrils flared. A certain light glinted in his eyes and a raft of dimples exploded on his cheek. The stark beauty of his face snared her. It always did, but tonight, backlit by a crackling fire and the lights of the tree, he seemed even more intense. From the dark, dominant brow, to the high cheekbones, to those full lips…

He ripped the coupon from the book and gave her a look that sent a tremor through her body. Maybe it was the heavy-lidded heat he invested in the glance or maybe it was the way his body tightened, every muscle, as he gauged her reaction. She knew instinctively that something very different was about to…arise between them.

It was as though it was their first time all over again. Trying to make light of the electricity, the lust lashing through her, she accepted the coupon with what she hoped was credible aplomb. She cleared her throat. “Okay, Tae. What do you want me to do?”

He didn't hesitate. Not for a second.

“I want you naked.”

***

Oh yes! Get your copy now!

And keep it hot, baby!






Thursday, January 24, 2013

Beer and Sex=Liz's Match Made in Heaven

Greetings all!
Apologies for missing last month's post. I had a series of family-related problems that left me breathless and in need of immediate therapy but I got through them although I did miss a few blog post things.

For this month I'm featuring LUST ON TAP, my 2012 Ellora's Cave menage!  It's a sort of a twist on the "traditional menage" (like you'd expect anything different from me). It starts out as Just Two, then they Add One, subsequently Subtract One to Become A Different Two, then finally (perhaps, we may never know) Become Three.


Blurb:
When brewery owner Dustin Prufrock meets sexy saleswoman Helena Turner, sparks fly—angry sparks. They seem destined to clash, until a hot hookup in a cold beer cooler changes everything.

For Dustin, it’s a life-changing moment that sets him on a path away from his birthright, while Helena faces her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the microbrewing world. The power of preconceived notions nearly tears them apart—until they meet up with Dustin’s friend Erik, who provides an erotic and emotional connection that completes them all.


But fate has different plans. When Dustin is forced to honor his responsibilities as heir to a large business, Helena and Erik are thrown together in an attempt to run Dustin’s brewery. Now the strength and trust of their once-balanced threesome has been shattered…and mutual lust might not be enough to keep them all together.



HOT and never-before-seen (that is to say "exclusive" excerpt which is in their still "Just Two" stage referred to above and when I say Hot I mean Rated XXX):

Her morning passed in a blur of nervous energy and she found herself standing in front of his secretary’s desk, sweaty-palmed and pissed off that she was so uptight. The woman looked her up and down, slowly, and pointed to a chair. “I’ll tell Mr. Prufrock you’re here.” Helena sat, took in the various awards for brews and packaging and what not. Amazing photos of Lake Michigan, light houses, farmland and of downtown Grand Rapids graced the walls. She jumped when the massive wood door opened and Dustin strode out clutching a stack of papers dotted with colorful charts. His green eyes snapped with anger as he slammed them on his assistant’s desk. The woman gave him a look, then nodded towards Helena.

The smile he shot her made her fillings melt. Damn him. She was like some kind of drooling Pavlovian dog around him. But she stood, tossed her hair back and held out a hand. “Mr. Prufrock. Thanks for agreeing to meet with me.”

“Of course, Ms. Turner. Please. Come in.” He put a hand in the small of her back and it felt perfect. “Oh, and Mrs. Richardson, you can take the rest of the afternoon off. Enjoy your Friday!”

Helena gasped at the huge room. Two walls were floor to ceiling books, photos, trophies, medals and other awards. Plans for what looked like expansion were spread out on a huge antique drafting table alongside a giant industrial looking steel desk that sat in front of a giant window. His laptop was open there, with a small printer, a cup of coffee and a photo. It was the two of them at a recent beer festival. She gulped, ignored it in favor of gazing out over the expanse of the giant brewery floor.  The hustle and bustle was breathtaking. The huge stainless steel fermenters, large brew house and what looked like twenty people walking to and fro, laughing, carrying out their duties. Music breached the window barrier. The Clash. She smiled.

“So,” she turned at the sound of his voice. He sat, fingers tented together in front of his lips. Clad in light denim and a soft looking white shirt, he made her heart sing at the sight of him. “Why don’t you have a seat Ms. Turner. Tell me what you would bring to the marketing effort here at Prufrock?”
She slid into a soft leather chair opposite him and crossed her legs. He wanted to play this little game, no problem. She’d come loaded with pertinent questions, a few facts about his recent sales slump and ideas for a new line of lagers that would cost a shit load to add to his line up but could be a whole new niche for the company.  She gave her background, slowly, turning a little back and forth in the chair, letting her hand slide down her neck as she spoke. Satisfied with the way his eyes darkened, she let her fingers trail down to the tops of her breasts, exposed just enough in the vee of a silky camisole under her suit jacket. She uncrossed her legs and let him get a good look at her absence of underwear the re-crossed them, sat up and glared at him.

“Tell me the truth Prufrock. You tell me why I should leave a job that is about to make me sales manager of the largest beer and wine distributor in the state to come here and let you ogle me every fucking day.”

He startled, straightened up, realizing she’d been fucking around with him long enough to make her point. Pleased at the way he squirmed in his seat from what she knew damn good and well was a giant hard on, she frowned at him. Sat back and crossed her arms. “Well?”

“Jesus Helena do you really think I’m doing this so I can ogle you?” He stood, walked over to the large window and watched the activity below. “I mean, you have got a giant inferiority chip on your shoulder I know. You are out to prove how fucking awesome you are each and every day I realize that. Can’t you just accept that you are awesome. You are the most creative, assertive and perfect person for this job.”

She watched his jaw clench and felt her heart go along for the ride. Dear God she loved this man. “Well, then, you are going to have to make a few commitments.” She stayed seated fighting the urge to go to him, hold him, let him do whatever he wanted including pull out that damn engagement ring again.

He turned, eyebrow raised in question. “Like what?”

“Like not being such a Scrooge with the budget. You told me yourself you didn’t like spending money on point of sale stuff or on simple things like decent tee shirts and give away trinkets and trash. That has to stop.” She held up a hand to keep him from interrupting. “Oh and you will need to let me be in charge of that lazy ass sales director. He has potential but you are letting him get away half assed which is why your sales fell this quarter. He won’t like me, I promise you that. But we will slap this thing into high gear, and he’ll get his holiday bonus. Which he will like.”

Dustin grinned, stuck his hands in his pockets, looking like the adorable man she kept resisting.
“And one last thing.”

He nodded but stayed quiet.

“I get to come in this room anytime I want and do this.” She rose slowly, took the five steps between them slipping out of her jacket and into his arms.

“Well, I’m not sure about the budget thing but this last request…” he laughed as she tried to pull away. “I’m kidding Turner, Jesus. You know I’m gonna turn this whole shit pile of marketing over to you, gladly and you will have carte blanche to do whatever the hell it is you need to do.”

She smiled, molded into his long, lean body and kissed him loving the smell and taste of him. The way he knew all her buttons to push and which levels to pull to calm her down when needed still amazed her. He parted her lips with his tongue, maneuvered her back until her ass connected with the drafting table. Reaching up under her skirt he broke from her lips and whispered. “My only requirement Ms. Turner…” He found her clit, pressed against it while sliding some combination of fingers into her dripping wet pussy. “Is that you always come to work like this.” She groaned, gripped his shoulder as he pressed in deep, kissing her with an intensity that she loved.

“Dustin,” she whispered as he pulled his fingers out of her and slid them into his mouth. “I want you, right here.”

“Oh believe me that is on this meeting’s agenda.” He grinned unzipping himself and spinning her around, yanking her skirt up in one quick motion. She spread her legs, tilted her hips. “And I plan on doing it to your specifications. A lot.” He slid into her in one long smooth stroke, fisting her hair and making her back arch forcing a moan from her lips. They’d forgone condoms several months ago after exchanging health reports.  She took a birth control shot three times a month, and had for years.
“Look,” he grunted, turning her head so she could see them, clearly outlined in the mirror like surface of one window. She shoved her hips back, and her legs further apart. The perfection of his body inside hers was something she still marveled at and swore not to take for granted. “Reach down and touch that clit. Pretend it’s my tongue. Hell pretend it’s somebody else’s tongue. And watch while I fuck you.”
She touched the engorged nub of her sex and rubbed as he fucked her, shoving her up against the table she propped up on with her other hand. Watching them in the window and crying out as she came in a rush of emotion and passion, loving the warm sensation of his release deep inside her. Tears threatened as they always did but for the first time in the months together she let them flow, needing that release almost as much as the one he’d given her seconds before.

Dustin collapsed over her back, holding her close, then slipped out of her and turned her around. “Don’t cry my Helena. Please don’t ever cry.”

She shook her head, helped him zip up and adjusted her skirt. “I cry all the damn time. Don’t flatter yourself.” But he tilted her chin up, made her look at him. “I love you,” she whispered. “The jury is out on how well we will actually work together, but I’m willing to give a shot.”

He smiled, brushed her lips with his callused thumb. “Okay. Now, I’m going to ask you one more thing.”

She sucked in a breath, realizing this was the moment. If he asked, she’d say yes. She knew it.
“Move in with me.” He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her lips. “Let’s do a dry run with the marriage thing.”

“Oh, um, well,” Her face flushed. Living with the guy had not entered her mind, at least not unless they were married. But the relief that washed through her told her all she needed. “Sure.” She smiled and shrugged. “But I am not cleaning. Or cooking.”

“Hell, you think I don’t already know that? I wouldn’t eat anything you cooked anyway. I cook. We split the cleaning and what we don’t do the house keeper does including the laundry because I am not doing that.”

“God you are such a spoiled brat.” But her chest had loosened and the moment seemed perfect. This was good. They would make it work. “But what about your …”

“Nope.” He put a finger over her lips. “I don’t care what they think. I won’t stop being their son but I won’t subject you to them. Even if you do finally succumb to my obvious charms and marry me.”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her mind spun a million miles and hour already at the giant task of organizing the chaos that was the marketing effort for the brewery. He kissed her hair, held her close. “Relax, my Helena. It’s Friday. We’ll deal with work in a few days. For now, it’s time to go home. With me.”


LUST is On Tap for sure in my world!
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Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town.  Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as erotic romance author. 

When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.  
Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”) 

Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices.  Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.