Sunday, July 15, 2018

Book sale!

All my books are on sale this month at Smashwords! Pick yourself up a beach or vacation read!

Sunday, June 24, 2018

New Guest Blog at Women and Words

Happy Pride weekend! I've got a new guest blog up at Women and Words about writing my sexy new lesfic sf romance, MEDUSA'S TOUCH - comment to be entered in a drawing for a free copy!

Monday, June 11, 2018

5 Stars from Cheyenne Blue!

Acclaimed lesfic author Cheyenne Blue loved my new sf romance, Medusa's Touch, and you might too!

For the next 17 days, you can get Medusa's Touch in this Pride Month StoryBundle which also features books by Melissa Scott, Geonn Cannon, A.C. Wise, Don Sakers, Alex Acks, Tenea Johnson, Jo Graham, Joseph Carriker and Dayna Ingram. We're raising funds for Rainbow Railroad, a Canadian nonprofit that helps LGBTQ+ folks escape repressive regimes. Celebrate Pride, get some great reads and do some good!

Thursday, June 7, 2018

New Pride StoryBundle!

The #Pride Month StoryBundle is here! Featuring Queen of Swords Press titles MURDER ON THE TITANIA by Alex Acks and MEDUSA'S TOUCH by Emily L. Byrne, as well as great books by Melissa Scott, Don Sakers, A.C. Wise, Tenea D. Johnson, Joseph Carriker, Jo Graham, Geonn Cannon and Dayna Ingram and benefitting Rainbow Railroad, a Canadian nonprofit that helps LGBTQ folks escape repression! What's not to love? 🏳️‍🌈💖
We raised $1k for Rainbow Railroad last year - let's try and double that!

Monday, June 4, 2018

MEDUSA'S TOUCH feature

My sexy lesfic sfromance novel MEDUSA'S TOUCH is a featured title in the Speculative Fiction Showcase today!

Friday, June 1, 2018

Announcing "The Witches of Gloucester" by Lisabet Sarai





Its not about power. Its about love.

19,000 words
Genre: Lesbian paranormal erotic romance (FFF)
Heat level: Explicit (5 flames)
Includes special bonus storyLate Show
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463719466
ASIN (Amazon):  B07DBB3ZTN

The historic port of Gloucester, Massachusetts has a special charm, due at least in part to its resident witches. For decades, raven-maned Marguerite and red-headed Beryl have lived among its hard-working inhabitants, making magic and mischief. Love and sex fuel their supernatural abilities, but duality limits their power. To reach their full potential, they need a third witch to complete their circle.

Rejected as a nymphomaniac by her puritanical boyfriend, Emmeline escapes to Gloucester to work on her PhD thesis. From the moment she arrives, Marguerite and Beryl sense her erotic vitality and unrecognized paranormal talent. The platinum-haired beauty may well be the enchantress they have been awaiting for so long. Now they need to show Em that her prodigious libido is a gift, not a liability, and to persuade her that her destiny lies in the sea-girt town they guard, and in their arms.

SPECIAL BONUS: Also includes "Late Show", a contemporary FF erotic romance tale about second chances.






ONLINE EXCERPT LINK (X rated): http://www.lisabetsarai.com/witchesex.html
Will she come, do you think?Marguerite gestured toward the 1930s brass Commodore clock on the mantel, which read ten minutes past four.She looked so nervous yesterdayas if she thought wed eat her alive.

Well, actually, when you put it that way...Beryl allowed herself a lecherous chuckle.

Her companion gave her an exasperated grin.This is not a joke. You know as well as I what is at stake.

Dont worry, Mar. Shell be here, though she may have to wrestle a few doubts into submission first. She feels the pull, just as we do, even if she doesnt understand it.

Well, I do hope she arrives soon.Marguerite surveyed the elegant table shed set. She picked up a Blue Willow porcelain teacup and wiped away an imaginary smudge.The icing on the petit fours is melting.

As if in answer, chimes tinkled at the front of the house and a hint of fresh air slipped in the open door, bringing the ubiquitous tang of salt. From his corner cage, Marguerites mynah, Jonah, exactly mimicked the sound of the doorbell. Beryl jumped to her feet.Ill go show her to the parlor.

No, nolet Gloria do that. We dont want to spook her with excess enthusiasm. Settle down and compose yourself. Remember, youre a member of the LadiesWelcome Brigade. Refined. Polite. Proper.

Proper?Beryl grinned and thumbed her peaked nipples, obvious as always through the navy blue crepe of her blouse. Her eyes fluttered shut as she relished the sensation.Refined? Me?

Marguerite licked her full lips. She swept her palms over the plum velvet caftan that hid her thighs.Try to pretend, darling. Just this once.

Explicit Excerpt

In the sweet darkness, every sensation grew more acute. Marguerite deepened the kiss, sucking Emmys tongue into her mouth, while Beryl stroked Emmys back, belly and thighs. The wandering hands barely touched Emmelines body but everywhere they traveled, delicious heat followed.

Sparks danced along Ems naked skin in the wake of Beryls fingers. Naked? When had she removed her clothing? Her eyes fluttered open. Shadows hung in the opulent room, shaped by candles that flickered on the mantel. It was nearly midsummer. How could the night have come so quickly?

Embarrassment, wonder and need warred within her.  Arousal coursed through her body in shimmering waves, so intense it was almost pain. She found herself splayed nude upon the carpet, arms flung out and erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. Her knees were bent, her thighs spread wide in lewd invitation. Moisture seeped from her exposed cleft, dampening the silky nap of the rug beneath her.

Beryl knelt in the gap between Ems legs, equally naked, her porcelain-pale skin gleaming in the dimness. Candlelight struck glints from her coppery crown. Emmeline couldnt help staring at the matching tangle hiding the womans sex. She ached to part that auburn curtain and taste the moist flesh it concealed.

The older woman grinned. Mischief glittered in her emerald eyes.Time enough for that later, girl. The first climax must be yours. Trust us. We wont harm you. We just want to teach you who you are.

We. The plural made Emmeline wonder about Marguerite.

Im here, darling.The lilting, cultured voice came from behind her. Em twisted backward. Marguerite knelt just above her head, thighs parted, buttocks resting on her heels. The tawny beautys pubic curls were mere inches from her own silvery locks, releasing clouds of tidal perfume. Flawless butterscotch-brown skin stretched over Marguerites lush breasts and swelling hips. Sleek muscles shifted under the smooth surface as she leaned over to brush her lips across Emmelines.

Even that brief contact sent lightning sizzling to Ems cunt.  For an instant she teetered on the edge of climax, before the luscious pressure subsided.

Shall we take you, Emmeline?Maguerites question wound its way into Emmelines consciousness, through a haze of lust.You must ask us. The ritual requires it.

About Lisabet Sarai

LISABET SARAI writes in many genres, but F/F fiction is one of her favorites. Her lesbian erotica credits include contributions to Lambda Award winner Where the Girls Are, Ippie-winning Carnal Machines, Best Lesbian Romance 2012, Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian  Desire,  and Lammy-nominated Coming Together: Girl on Girl. Her storyThe Late Showappears in the recently released Best Lesbian Erotica 2015.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing. For all the dirt on Lisabet, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).