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Isn't it Pretty

Thank you, Lex Valentine

Em's Turn

4 songs 

for your enjoyment.

This is in my playlist right now

So is this one - great song.

Love Chris Jericho

and who doesn't love a bit of  CM Punk's theme song.

Guest Blogger ~ Lisabet Sarai: DUOS [2]

M/f BDSM Erotica

Published February 6, 2015 by Excessica.com

Approximately 7,500 words

#bdsmerotica #spanking #bondage #submission

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Blurb

D&S Duos Book 2 continues Lisabet Sarai's incendiary series with two more intense BDSM short stories. In "Never Too Late", a middle-aged wife and mother encounters the Master of whom she's secretly dreamed all her life. In "Just a Spanking", a dominant provides an answer to the question he's asked his long-time submissive: could you come from just a spanking? Also includes a spicy F/F BDSM excerpt from Lisabet's erotic thriller EXPOSURE.

Clean Excerpt

On the day the conference ends, we finally venture out into the world. I return to my own room for a shower and a change of clothes. We meet for breakfast in the coffee shop on the twenty-second floor, overlooking the harbor.

He orders Eggs Benedict. I can't handle more than coffee and toast. He's shy, most of his bravado gone. It's up to me to keep the conversation going.

"My flight is at noon. I'm booked on the nine-thirty shuttle van." I feel compelled to tell him this, to re-establish some kind of sobriety after days of intoxication. When I see his stricken expression, I wish I'd kept my mouth shut.

He pushes Hollandaise around on his plate. "Come home with me," he says finally. "Stay with me." His eyes are naked. A lump of lead settles in my chest.

"I can't. I have work, responsibilities. Another life."

"That life is over. You'll never be satisfied with it again. Not now that you know who you are. Now that you know me."

I have a sinking conviction that he's right. But I can't chuck everything and start over, can I?

"Your husband, your children – they'll be fine without you." As in the bedroom, he reads my mind. "Haven't you given them enough? How many years has it been? Twenty? Thirty?"

"Twenty seven."

"I know you love him," Mark says. "But for those twenty seven long years, while he's had you, I've been waiting for you." He leaned closer. "I need you. More than he does."

"No." I shake my head, picturing my husband alone. Eating alone. Sleeping alone. How could I do such a thing to him? Then I look at Mark, feel the power he's broadcasting. I fight the urge to slip under the table and kneel at his feet.

He grabs my hand so hard that pain shoots up my arm. "Picture what it will be like. You'll be mine, my slave, my darling. I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything you need. We barely know each other now, but you feel the connection, too. I know you do. Think how it will be, spending months together. Years. A new life. A new start. It's never too late."

Kiss Excerpt

He lounges in a chair by the window. The drapes are open. The lights of the Inner Harbor sparkle on the other side of the glass. The room is dim and I'm briefly grateful. Perhaps he will not notice my flaws.

"Good evening, Elizabeth." He doesn't rise. He makes me come to him. I stand before him, eyes cast down, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl. Sweat pools under my arms, spoiling my best silk blouse. Moisture gathers in my pussy.

"Um—I don't even know your name," I stutter.

"Yes, you do. Think."

I recreate my memory of him, from that fateful moment when I stepped into the lift and found it occupied. Tall, a bit overweight, but distinguished in his tailored charcoal suit. Black hair, dark eyes, brows that arched in appreciation as he surveyed me. I struggle to recall his badge. Even before he had spoken, I'd been flustered and aroused. Distracted. "Mark?" I say finally, a half guess.

"Good girl. You see, you know more about me than you think you do. You know you can trust me, don't you?"

"What?" Before I understand what's happening, he's looming over me, taking possession of my mouth, rolling my rigid nipples between his finger and thumb and kindling sparks. He tastes of the after-dinner mints they offer in the hotel coffee shop. His hands explore my body, weighing my breasts, groping my ass. Helpless, beyond rationality, I melt again.

"You know instinctively," he murmurs in my ear. "I'm the master you've dreamed of." He nips the tender flesh of the lobe hard enough to make me cry out. "I'm the one who will make you beg for mercy and scream with pleasure."

"No," I say. "I haven't. I can't. I'm married." My pro forma protests are weak, even to my own ears. He is already tearing the clothing from me. The first time his fingers graze my bare skin, electricity sizzles along the surface, down to my cunt. I moan, pressing against his still-clothed body. He chuckles and steps away.

"Turn around. Let me look at you. Especially at that fat ass." My face burns with embarrassment as I follow his instructions. It never occurs to me to object. I feel his eyes on the butt that I can't seem to shrink no matter how many hours I spend on the Stairmaster.

"Lovely," he says and I glow with pride. He is pleased. That's all I seem to need. He strokes my ample backside. When he moves away again, I nearly cry from the loss.

"I want you across my lap. I want to turn that pale flesh of yours a nice, rosy pink."

I obey. I can't believe that I'm doing it, but I stretch myself along his thighs. The fine wool of his slacks is distended at the groin. I rub my damp bush against the hard mass of his erection, the emotional pleasure almost trumping the physical. He wants me. That's all that really matters. 

Naughty Excerpt

It takes no more than sixty seconds. One dark look from him and I'm on my knees, his heavy, uncut cock brushing my lips. "Open," he says, and his silken voice wipes away every doubt and regret.

His cock is as silky as his voice but with a core of steel. He slides it into my suddenly eager mouth. I suck at the salty, slightly sour flesh, but only for an instant before he takes over.

He's very hard, very urgent. The hand tangled in my hair tells me he needs this as much as I apparently do. He drives his length down my throat. I take it all, like some porn star, desperate to please him. It hurts. The skin is soft but he uses his cock like a battering ram, determined to break down my walls.

They are down already. I stretch my jaws, crane my neck, and receive what he gives.

His cum erupts across my tongue. I choke and sputter, trying to swallow the bitter fluid. A few drops trickle down my chin onto my linen jacket. At that moment, I don't care. He strokes my curls back into some semblance of order and raises me to my feet. His eyes are black diamonds.

"I knew it," he says. Slow, thoughtful, he smears my lipstick even further with his thumb. I feel my lower lips gaping too, just as wet and swollen. "I could tell." My nipples peak under my jacket, screaming for his attention. He continues to gaze into my eyes. I can't hide.

The elevator dings. "My floor," he says, laughter rippling on the edge of his words for the first time. He takes my hand. A sharp rectangle of plastic cuts into my sweating palm. "Room 1263. Seven o'clock."

"But..." I begin. He silences me with a single look.

"It's your choice," he tells me. "But you know you want it. And I want you, Elizabeth. I want to make you mine. I've been watching you – the way you move your hips, the way you toss your hair. I know what you need. I can give it to you."

He steps out into the carpeted mezzanine and is lost in the crowd of suits.

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.

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Amazon, Yahoo Group.

I've Got S0 Much To Do Today

I have a few updates on The Lines Of Marsden—the series as a whole, that is. 

Since I've started writing book 3: You Make Me Die In Pieces... I've seen the storyline for the series as a whole changing right before my very eyes. I've taken a time out from finishing writing it as I sat down and plotted out the rest of the 1st line... Books 3 through 6. 

I've also started plotting out the first book in the 2nd line. after talks with my editor on this series I just want to pre-warn people that the second line does not revolve around Michael & Doyle... or all the people we have become familiar with... The 2nd line revolves around the 2nd generation. Raphael, Michaela (Kayla), Stefan, Aidan, Vladimir, Varnoskulos (Varnos), Lhex, & Ohrin.

As much as I love writing Michael and Doyle, I also know that 18 books based around just the first line would be boring as hell. We'll still hear about them, and they'll make appearances, but as secondary characters only. Though weirdly, the story lines will still be linked in a huge way... we'll just be seeing a different aspect of the ongoing war.

Having said that as I write each new book my mind changes just a fraction. So by the time I get to write the 2nd and then 3rd lines the storyline will have changed completely. We all know I have a tendency to do that.

I'll keep you all updated on any major changes though. sometimes I like to put them out to you all so that you can give me your opinions... as your comments give my brain access to things/ideas that I can use.

On that note I will end off as I have to finish writing the chapter  I'm working on so I can send it off to my beta reader before he get's cranky at me for ginning around.

Update on covers: I'm still waiting for 4 of them so I can't wait to share them with you all...

No Sleep—So Rambling About My Life

Why is it when your settling in to sleep your brain decides to kick into gear and all these new thoughts come crashing into your mind for a spontaneous party. Last night every time I closed my eyes I had  new titles, new story ideas, new characters, and maybe just a verse or 500 of Good Charlotte's: The Anthem. Why? I have no idea.

So today I'm mega tired and I have so much to do that I'm not sure where to start... It's been raining here yesterday in just over 3 hours we got 15 ml and one very soaked cat (as Toby did a runner while Ethan was trying to put them into their cages for the night—it's laws herein my neck of the world is that they need to be locked up for the night so they can't attack the wildlife—mind you, my cats are too lazy to chase the wildlife—the wildlife on the other hand has no qualms about taking a bit out of my cats, which results in vet bills—hence the reason I keep them contained at night.)

It's been weird with Em having moved out and Steve away. Ethan, Nan & I are experiencing food that doesn't revolve around meet and mashed potatoes... we are loving vegetarian meals. But all that ends when the hubs comes home on Sunday—Though we've decided we can use the veg meals as side dishes to the hubs steak.

Though yesterday, I finally found my missing keys. They were my work keys, which gained me entry to all our construction sheds, as well as the house sheds, and Em's car... I've only been looking at them for a week. Luckily for me when Em left work to go to uni she kept her keys—I must remember to give them back the next time I see her.

Guest Blogger: Lex Valentine ~ Flying In The Face Of Convention

Premiere: A Romance Writers of America® Collection (Romance Writers of Americ Presents #1)

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From Romance Writers of America® comes a never-before-published collection of tales that showcases the breadth and complexity of the world's most popular genre of fiction!

New York Times bestselling authors Cindy Gerard and Allison Brennan bring the thrills in their tales of romantic suspense.

New York Times bestselling authors Sabrina Jeffries and Courtney Milan take you on a trip back in time with lush stories of historical romance.

New York Times bestselling authors Vicki Lewis Thompson and Joan Johnston show the wonder of contemporary romance, while New York Times bestselling authors Monica Murphy and Laura Kaye's New Adult romances delve into the evolving Millennial perspective.

And editor and #1 New York Times bestselling author Sylvia Day's tale of angels and sizzling desire takes readers to the edge with paranormal romance.

From the first love of Young Adult romance to tales of second chances, LGBT romance to the realms of the supernatural, contemporary to historical, suspense to inspirational, the genre of romance has a story for every reader and this blockbuster inaugural collection from Romance Writers of America showcases it all!

Plus tales from: Lila Bell, T. L Costa, Diane Kelly, Amber Lin, Katy Regnery, Erica Ridley, Regina Scott, Harper St. George, Lex Valentine.

Blurb for Flying in the Face of Convention (by Lex Valentine):

Trey Beaumont is cautious, conservative and conventional. As a gay FBI agent, he can't afford to be anything else. That is, until the day the mailman puts a wedding invitation into the wrong mailbox. When Trey finds two wedding invitations in his mail, one addressed to him and the other to his new neighbor, his cautious demeanor is tested. The new neighbor is none other than the man Trey crushed on in college.

Taking the invitation over to Jordan Smithson's condo leads to dinner and the discovery that he and Jordan share a lot more than he ever imagined. Not only is Jordan in law enforcement too as an officer with the Seattle SWAT team, he's also gay. The final shocking discovery is that Jordan had a crush on Trey in college. With their attraction to each other out in the open and sizzling hot even after six years, Jordan asks Trey to step out from behind the conservative front he shows the world and take a chance on them. It's up to Trey to make a leap of faith, accept his attraction to a man he hasn't seen in six years, and fly in the face of convention. If he can, all his dreams could come true.

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Call Me Forgetful Jones...

Have you ever forgotten that you set up a site elsewhere until someone points it out to you?

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Writer of MM fiction

Well, that's the case with me... I totally forgot that I a wordpress account... that I set up as only My Books and all information about them.

There will be less rambling and more accurate information. Mind you I have a bit of catching up to do—so feel free to stop by and take a look-see.