Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Guest blog up at Beyond Romance

I'm a guest today at Lisabet Sarai's blog, Beyond Romance. I'm talking about pseudonyms and my new book, KNIFE'S EDGE. Comment to be entered to win a free copy!

Sunday, April 16, 2017

KNIFE'S EDGE is here!

And it's available from the following:
Barnes & Noble
And sundry other places.
Many thanks to the folks who've already bought it! More news coming soon. :-)

Friday, April 14, 2017

KNIFE'S EDGE and the Nobilis Erotica Podcast

My new book, KNIFE'S EDGE: KINKY LESBIAN EROTICA, releases tomorrow! If you'd like a taste of what's in it, here's a reading of my story "Planet 10" on the Nobilis Erotica Podcast.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

"Knife's Edge" is up for preorder!

My new lesbian erotica collection, Knife's Edge: Kinky Lesbian Erotica, is up for preorder on Amazon and Smashwords. It will be released from Queen of Swords Press on all ebook platforms on April 15, 2017. You need something to distract you from Tax Day (in the U.S.). Trust me on this.
Knife's Edge includes some of my newer and older stories, many of them from collections and anthologies that are now of print. One story, "Polar Vortex," has never been published before. 

I haven't had a new collection out in a few years so I'm pretty thrilled to be up and running again. I also want to thank artist and author Terry Roy for creating a lovely cover in a short turnaround time.
Queen of Swords Press will be releasing another collection of my later on this year so please stay tuned (there's a monthly newsletter that you can sign up for on the site). After that, well, there's a novel in edits. And enough stories for another collection so lots more reading and writing fun on the horizon!

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

"Knife's Edge" ARCs are available for reviewers

Coming soon: "Knife's Edge" from author Emily L. Byrne and Queen of Swords Press! Fabulous artwork is by artist Terry Roy.
So very excited about this! Click here to read the TOC and an excerpt.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Guest post from Author Lisabet Sarai - "Divided We Fall" (Proceeds to benefit Planned Parenthood)

A note from Lisabet Sarai: This book includes racial slurs that might not be considered acceptable by some readers.  Using these terms was deliberate, and necessary, since they are symptoms of the inter-group prejudice and suspicion that provide the main conflict in this story.

New Release!
Divided We Fall
By Lisabet Sarai

All proceeds benefit Planned Parenthood!

Multiracial erotic romance (X rated)
7500 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP


Linh’s three year old brother has wandered out of Viet Village into Niggertown. Despite the danger, she has no choice but to go looking for him in hostile territory. She manages to convince the rifle-toting guard at the entrance to the black ghetto to help her search, using a mixture of bribery and bravado. As they comb the desolate streets of Niggertown, seeking any trace of Duy, Linh discovers that the barrio’s inhabitants aren’t necessarily the violent, drug-addled brutes she’s been taught to hate, and by the time Linh and Steel have rescued the injured toddler and spent a long night hiding in a derelict building, she has come to understand who are their real enemies.


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It feels natural to move from eating to kissing. Giggling like kids, we lick the jerky grease from each other’s lips. His are full and plump, softer than Hai’s, but his stubble scratches my cheeks in a way no Viet man’s ever would. I seal his mouth with mine, tasting the sweet-tart remnants of his tomatoes. He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots while he consumes me. Each strand is a fuse, lighting firecrackers in my pussy.

I open to his probing tongue and give him control, at least for a while. Steel plunges deeper, thrusting hard, fucking me already though we’re still dressed. The thought arouses me so much I take back the initiative. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I use my weight to push him back onto the piled bedding. My lips slide away from his. I lap at his prickly chin, nibble along his jawline, plant tiny kisses at the pulse point of his throat. Gradually I work my way down his hairless, sticky chest, tasting tomato juice and sweat. When I run my tongue along the scar, he groans and grabs my ass, arching up to grind his swollen bulk against my clit. That makes me moan, at least until he flips me over and silences me with more kisses.

Hands in the darkness—my hands, his hands—fumble with zippers, claw at waistbands, shred the fabric we can’t push out of the way.  Finally, there’s skin and heat and hardness, his cock an apt fit to his name, sliding into my liquid center. He moves like a vast wave, surging, cresting, breaking inside me, then gathering power once again. I rock on the swell of his relentless, delicious rhythm. Sometimes I drift, letting the pleasure sweep me out to sea. Sometimes I fight, gasping for breath, drowning in raw sensation.

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 romancenearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, 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 (, along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (, she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Book Announcement - "Knife's Edge" is coming soon!

I have a new book coming out soon. It's in edits and the cover is being created so I expect that I will be able to get it out in the world by late March. The title is Knife's Edge: Kinky Lesbian Erotica and it will include 12 stories about spanking and surrender and restraints and all kinds of other fun things.  What else in it? Pirates and aliens and cowgirls and the hottest meter maid you'll ever run across. Plus, the occasional vampire and some lively reminiscences about the girl's hockey team.

And there will be a followup volume of my vanilla stories coming up after that. These will both be released by my new publishing venture, Queen of Swords Press (website still being finalized). You can read more about Queen of Swords here, as well as about Other Me's new short story collection Out of This World: Queer Speculative Fiction Stories.

So what's in Knife's Edge? Some of my previously published work, as well as some new work and some work that's never been collected before.
Here's the Table of Contents and a short excerpt:
Reunion at St. Mary’s
On the Spanish Main
The Hands of a Princess   
El Tigre
Polar Vortex
An Incident in Whitechapel
Planet 10   
Cowgirls and Science
D is for Denial   
Wage Slave
Lovely Rita, Meter Maid

Except from "Reunion at St. Mary's" -

             Bridget Marie Riordan O’Halloran was depressed. It wasn’t so much that work was insanely stressful, though that was part of it. Or that Vic and all her friends seemed to have forgotten her birthday, though that didn’t help. It was the clipping from the parish newspaper, sent courtesy of her mother, that put her over the edge. Sister Agnes Mercy Byrnes had been taken up to Heaven, or so it said.
From what Bridget remembered of her, she was more likely to be torturing the Devil below than hovering on a cloud above but where she was didn’t matter so much as the fact that she was gone. It was the passing of an era. Sister Agnes had been the terror, among other things, of Bridget’s high school years. It was hard to forget the hours she spent over the years masturbating over her memories of the spanking the nun had once given her in the principal’s office. Imagining those firm hands on her young flesh gave her a thrill even now. She pictured Sister Agnes going even further and pulling down her white virginal panties and…Vic walked in a moment later to find her with her hand between her legs.
         “Hi sweetie. Ooh, that looks like fun. What triggered this?” Vic grabbed the little clipping as Bridget jerked her hand out of her pants. Vic gave her a look of pure disbelief. “You’re jilling off to Sister Agnes’ obituary?”
         Bridget turned bright red and tried to come up with a good explanation. Then she gave up and went on the attack instead. “You forgot my birthday! Some girlfriend you are.” She crossed her arms over her chest to hide the nipples poking through her shirt. Sister Agnes’ hands had been pretty amazing in that last fantasy.
          “I knew you were going to say that,” Vic grinned triumphantly as she dropped onto the couch. She ran one hand down Bridget’s thigh with a possessive pressure that never failed to make her pay attention. “I’ve got a little surprise for you, babe. Kind of appropriate too, given your new ghoulish hobby. We’re going to your tenth high school reunion. My treat.”
         Bridget’s jaw dropped. No way. Sister Julia and Father Williams would run them out of Sacred Heart parish at the head of a torch-wielding mob. Vic just didn’t understand how things worked at parochial school. But before she could say a word, Vic had her in a liplock that soon turned to other things. Once Vic was holding Bridget down and pounding her fist into her wet and desperate pussy, going home for the reunion sounded just fine. Besides, it was two months away; she had plenty of time to change Vic’s mind.
          But somehow, they never got around to talking about it. Every time she tried, Vic was too busy or was all over her so she gave up, resigning herself to the trip from hell. It would be even worse if they ended up staying with her parents. She just hoped her mother wouldn’t say the rosary over them when she thought they were sleeping again.
         Despite all her worries, she did start to wonder if some of her old friends would be there. Monica came out after graduation. That was inevitable. If James Dean was ever reincarnated as a Catholic high school girl, Monica was it. Then there was Mary Eileen. She’d never forget that one sleepover party where they all decided to practice kissing. From what she could remember, Mary Eileen wanted to practice a few other things too, but they’d all been too scared to try them. As for the rest of the girls who ran around with them, well if Bridget knew her budding Dykes on Bikes chapter, they were it by now.
         By the time they got ready to leave town, Bridget was pretty much resigned to the trip. It made it easier that Vic was so very obviously up to something. That was usually a good thing. Bridget even resisted taking a peek in the toy bag when she loaded it in the car. No point in spoiling the surprise, whatever it was. At least they were staying at a hotel and not her parent’s, so no matter what, there was a bright side.
         Vic wasn’t letting anything slip, though. She was too tired for sex in the hotel they stopped at halfway there, which was weird, and she wasn’t talking much during the drive, which was weirder. Bridget was getting antsy and it brought out the pushy bottom in her. She wheedled, she whined, she sulked; anything to get Vic to do something with or to her. Anything at all. She squirmed against the fabric of the car seat imagining a few of those things.  But for the first time in years, Vic wasn’t going for it. She smiled when Bridget pouted and stonewalled when she whined until her girlfriend thought she’d go nuts before they got there. 

End of Excerpt