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
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Blurb:
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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Excerpt
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 romance – nearly 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.
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.
