Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
New Release: Babes in Bondage
The
Babes Get Kinky - #BDSM #Erotica #LGBTQ @LisabetSarai
Looking
for something hot as autumn closes in? Grab a copy of Lisabet
Sarai’s new release, Babes in Bondage, Book 5 in her Vegas Babes series.
Blurb
It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe
word?
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?
Buy Links
Barnes
and
Noble
– https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/babes-in-bondage-lisabet-sarai/1134430382?ean=2940163375479
M/F
Kinky 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?”
About
the Author
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.
Monday, November 4, 2019
Release Day Blitz: Mind In Chains
Mind In Chains by Bruce M. Perrin
Published November 4, 2019
Mystery/Thriller/Suspense
Synopsis:
It was spring in the Midwest and the perfect storm was
brewing.
A scientist of considerable renown, Dr. James Conroy, Jr., was leading a
grassroots movement to improve access to medical treatment in the United
States. At the same time, a group known as the Crusaders for Common Sense was
rallying around the cry, “Stop Playing God with Medicine.” Claiming that
medical science merely maintained the body while the soul rotted from within,
they stood opposed to Conroy—violently opposed.
Like most residents of St. Louis, Missouri, Sam “Doc” Price and Nicole Veles
watched in horror as the violence escalated. But after a noted medical
researcher was attacked at Nicole’s apartment, she and Doc were plunged into a
world of domestic terrorism.
Doc found an unlikely ally in FBI Special Agent Rebecca Marte. Together, they tried
to make sense of the Crusaders’ actions that defied all logic. The terrorists
showed no fear of identification—or even death. In the end, Doc risked
everything he loved in a final, deadly gambit with the Crusaders, only to find
that the cost of his ploy might be more than he was willing to pay.
Amazon US Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07XQHRRS9
Amazon Universal
Link: http://getbook.at/MindinChains
Excerpt:
Seven years before the events described in the book
and Nurse Martha Wilson has discovered a missing newborn:
As they turned into the wing with the nursery, Martha
slowed and turned to Jorge. “They’ll find her, won’t they?” Jorge said nothing
for a moment, so she added, “The truth.”
Jorge sighed. “I can’t really say. Is there an angry ex-spouse somewhere? A
childless neighbor? All I know is that the police will run down every lead
before they give up.”
“But if it’s not friends or family?” Martha asked although she thought she knew
the answer.
“Then you’ve done everything you could. Getting this on the air in 20 minutes
is a good start; the first few hours are the most important. After that, the
chances start going down fast. And after a few days ….” He shook his head but
didn’t finish.
Martha shuddered and squeezed her eyes closed. These were facts she had heard
before, but they had been only meaningless statistics at the time. Now, they
tore at her heart, the pain worsening with each tick of her mental clock.
Two hours later, after meeting with the local police who had no news about Baby
Jane Doe, Martha couldn’t control her emotions any longer. She started sobbing.
Six hours later, the interviews were complete, and Martha took a taxi home,
afraid to trust her driving. She went to bed, hardly speaking to her husband.
The next day, she called in sick. And the day after. And the day after that.
To Martha, the news was always the same. There were no ex-spouses. The
neighbors either had children or were retired with their children now raising
their own. Video cameras had caught the comings and goings from the maternity
wing at the hospital, but everyone belonged. Simply put, there were no
suspects, and the trail, if there ever had been one, was ice cold.
After ten days passed and there was no news about Baby Jane Doe, Martha went to
work only to resign. She couldn’t face another expectant mother, knowing she
had lost a human life left in her care.
About the Author:
Bruce Perrin has been writing for more than
twenty-five years, although you will find most of that work only in
professional technical journals or conference proceedings. After
receiving a PhD in Industrial/Organizational Psychology and completing a career
in psychological research and development at a major aerospace company, he’s
now applying his background to writing novels. Not surprisingly, most of
his work falls in the techno-thriller, mystery, and hard science fiction
genres, examining the intersection of technology and the human mind now and in
the future. Besides writing, Bruce likes to tinker with home automation
and is an avid hiker, logging nearly 2,500 miles a year in the first six years
of Fitbit ownership. When he is not on the trails, he lives with his wife
in St. Louis, MO.
Author Links:
Facebook profile:
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010685952979
Goodreads Author page:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14422947.Bruce_M_Perrin
Amazon Author page:
https://www.amazon.com/Bruce-M.-Perrin/e/B00J1KKTZ6
BookBub Author page:
https://www.bookbub.com/authors/bruce-m-perrin
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bmperrin
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