Tease Yourself with a Taste of My #RockstarRomance

Invisible Ink is known more for its hot and dirty scenes.

But...SURPRISE. There's a little bit of a sweet side in the story, too.

Check out this quick little sweet excerpt just for you guys.

“So you’re in love with him, right?” Sammi asked as soon as I finished telling her the story of my recent activities with Jake. We were at the pool, soaking in the sun and sipping those cocktails that you don’t realize are getting you drunk until it’s too late.

Drunk Sammi was an expert at putting her old reporter skills to good use.

“In love with him?” I avoided eye contact, put my blonde locks up in a bun and played with the straps on my bikini. “No. It’s not like that. He’s not even in L.A. right now.”

“Well, you should see your face when you talk about him these days,” she said, taking a sip from her pink straw. “You’re in so much trouble, Lexi. I hope you don’t get pregnant.”

I laughed. “We always use a condom, Sammi, You know about his manwhore ways.”

“Exactly. My point exactly,” she said.

Since our night together that turned into a morning together, Jake had been traveling non-stop preparing for another new project. Other than his random text messages, which kept me entertained on fall afternoons when stuck at my desk, I tried not to think about him. He wasn’t around. I didn’t want to waste time missing him.

I struggled, however, because as the months passed since our first hookup, he was more and more popular in the press, his face in magazines, in the tabloids and his name on the lips of people that hadn’t even heard of him a year ago.

But we weren’t anything serious. We were just a sex thing.

I stirred my drink with the straw and thought about Sammi’s “love” comment for a long time, staring up at a the palm tree over my head. “When I’m with him,” I said. “It’s like…the real world doesn’t exist. Thoughts don’t exist.”

Sammi sighed and flipped from her back to her stomach.

“Trouble,” she said.

* * *

It was 11 p.m. and my phone buzzed next to me in bed. I was half asleep and rolled over to glance at the screen.

"I must have done something wrong in a past life."

Another weird text from Jake. I could never be never sure he meant them for me.

He was thousands of miles away telling me he had a bad day. Or maybe he had one in a past life?

"I must have been a crooked lawyer or a dentist or something," he said.

I pictured him lying in bed alone with his phone and found myself missing him. I shook the thought away.

"What’s wrong?" I asked back.

"It was a long day."

"Why?"

He didn’t write back for a few minutes.

"I just shouldn’t try to debate things with people when I’m exhausted," he wrote. He wasn’t joking or charming me. Maybe he had actual human emotions?

“What happened?” I wrote back, trying a third time to get him to tell me.

"Send me a pic of u," he said.

Of course. Of course he asked for a fucking picture.

"Only if you tell me you know for sure who this is," I typed back.

"U doubt I know who this is?" he said. "Your name rhymes with S-E-X."

I laughed out loud.

"And you taste great."

"Ok, keep going," I typed. I could be bolder on the phone than I ever could be in person with him. I didn’t have to look into his eyes on the phone. Or risk him touching me and making me forget what air was.

"Don’t get greedy," he wrote back.

Silence for a long time, then the phone buzzed again.

"Where’s my pic?"

I didn’t respond.

"Ok. I’ll play. You’re a good way to calm myself down,” he wrote.

An unlikely compliment from him. I felt uneasy. Before he could type back anything else, I stripped off my shirt and snapped a topless selfie on the bed. After I cropped it and colored it the way I wanted, I pressed send.

"Now I don’t feel so calm," he said back. "Goodnight."

I stared at the phone for a minute and then at the ceiling for another half hour.

Exhausted from tossing and turning, I clicked the screen back to life.

"Now I can’t sleep so you owe me,” I wrote.

* * *

A few days later, a book arrived at my apartment. It was a collection of outdoor photography, no words, only gorgeous pictures. Tucked inside, a typed note.

"Next time you can’t sleep, look at this and remember beauty is everywhere. – J"

I wondered how many other girls his assistant had sent this book to over the years. Still, I smiled to myself there in my kitchen.



A Little #BDSM for Christmas with A Contract for Christmas #eroticromance #lisabetsarai

Who doesn't want a little kink with their Christmas? Today I'm promoting my friend and author, Lisabet Sarai and her new short story, A Contract for Christmas. It's HOT HOT HOT.

As Sarai said, "if it bothers you that a Christmas story includes butt plugs and bondage, you probably shouldn’t pick up a copy of my new release. I’m just hoping there are some of you who are looking for something more intense than fruitcake to spice up your Christmas!"

Keep reading below!

Synopsis

Isabella plans to surprise her husband and master Greg with an intimate Christmas Eve dinner for two. She’s left with only her fantasies of Greg’s dominance to keep her company, though, when a blizzard strands him at an airport a thousand miles away. Then her husband’s best friend James shows up at her door. Over the past year, Greg has invited James to participate in some of their kinky scenes, but Bella has never been alone with the sexy entrepreneur. Should she let him in and risk surrendering to his quiet authority without her master’s permission?

Greg resolves her doubts in an unexpected phone call, ordering her to fulfill James’s every desire. Ever obedient, Bella complies, and James rewards her with a night of soul-searing pleasure. When Greg returns on Christmas morning, he appears unfazed by her powerful new connection to his friend. Instead, he offers Bella an outrageous gift, one she’s not sure she dares accept. 

Excerpt

I thought he’d kiss me—I even closed my eyes—but instead he forced me toward the floor. “Crawl to the bedroom, Bella. Now.”

He landed a swat on my upturned butt. The sting set me moving, though obviously not fast enough for James, since he continued to spank me the whole way.

The wall-to-wall carpet in the hallway rubbed my knees raw, and the parquet in the bedroom bruised, but I didn’t care. My only goal was to satisfy my new master. On my hands and knees by the side of bed, I waited for his next command.

James switched on the recessed ceiling lights, which provided a dim, soothing illumination. He surveyed the room. “As I recall, you keep your toy box in the guest bedroom. But I’d be surprised if you didn’t stash a few restraints and such in here, too…” He rummaged in the drawer of the bed table for a moment, then held up a set of fur-lined leather cuffs. “Just as I expected. Up on the bed, Bella. I want you on your back, with your arms over your head.”

I was in position—one of my favorites, to be honest —almost before he’d finished speaking.

“You seem commendably eager to obey,” he commented as he cuffed my wrists and clipped them to the curlicue brass headboard. “Greg certainly has you well-trained.”

Considering the circumstances, I didn’t think that observation required any response.

He captured my feet in matching restraints, then forced my thighs apart so he could bind each ankle to a corner post with Velcro straps. It took no more than sixty seconds for him to immobilize me. As he stood back to admire his handiwork, I wondered for a moment where he’d acquired those skills. Had he and Greg trained as dominants together, or was their mutual interest in kink only a happy coincidence?

Either way, I was the lucky beneficiary.

“Are you comfortable, Bella? No pain?”

In fact my hip joints protested a bit from being spread so wide, but that was a small price to pay for the luscious sense of exposure enforced by this position. The pose elevated my breasts, brazenly presenting my erect nipples. My pussy gaped, displaying my slick, swollen labia and engorged clit. Juices leaked out to drip down the crevice between my ass cheeks, flowing over my still-stretched rear hole. Helpless and horny, I was ready for anything he might want to dish out. 

“None that I can’t handle, James.”

“Oh really? Guess I’ll have to ramp up the volume. Just a minute…”

Stripping off his shirt with typical economy and ease, he folded it on the vanity stool. His jeans followed. Before he set them down, he extracted his belt from the waist. “I’m going to want this,” he said, laying it alongside my outstretched body so I could smell the leather. “And these, of course.” He dropped five or six condoms onto the bed table.

I couldn’t help laughing. “How many times do you plan to fuck me, James?”

He kneeled between my legs, his engorged cock bobbing as he moved. “As many times as you can handle, woman.” He picked up the belt, running it over his palm. “Then I’ll fuck you some more.”

About Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

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 and finally, on Twitter

 

Buy Links

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Spotlight Review: Stroker Ace by Lilah E. Noir #erotica #BDSM #MRBRTG #EARTG

Lilah E. Noir is a new erotica author who is just starting out. I agreed to read and review her latest release, Stroker Ace, which came out in October. It is a novella -- very quick read -- and has a BDSM edge with lots of graphic sex! Read on to find out more :)

Blurb:

Evan and Annabelle remember when they had a perfect marriage. Though they don’t want to admit it their relationship is on the verge of falling apart, plagued with myriad of insecurities, frustration and deeply rooted sexual repression.

Evan still loves his wife yet Annabelle’s hostile attitude and uptight behavior could strain the patience of a saint. Annabelle still loves her husband yet she is ashamed and afraid of her own dark, lustful desires and needs.

Enters Kitty – the beautiful damsel in distress, robbed and left all alone in the rain. When they accept the miserable girl at their home all the stakes will get higher.

What will happen when their guest challenges them to play a game that would change their life? Will their marriage be completely ripped apart by the end of the night? Is love stronger than lust? Or will they find unexpected freedom by indulging their wild side?

Elisabeth Joye's Review:

I was given this book for free in exchange for an honest review.

It took me a bit to get into the story because the style at the start was a bit more flowery than I would expect from erotica. But, once Lilah got past the set up and I figured out where the story was going, I really enjoyed it. This little novella is different than a lot of other erotica because it gets into the mental conflict that Annie experiences as she submits to Evan and Kitty's demands. It was very hot and very dirty, a bit more graphic than a lot of what I usually read, but still hot! A quick read and worth it. I think she could definitely write more of Kitty's adventures and I would read the next one.

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