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Whips & Kisses collects four lusciously erotic romance novellas in which willing surrender to a master leads to enduring love.

D and S is not a game, despite the way it\u2019s portrayed in popular culture. It\u2019s not a fashion statement. It is much, much more, a new way of being in the world. A doorway into a new kind of relationship, deeper and more intimate than what most people can imagine.<\/p>\n\n\n

Buy Links<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Amazon\u00a0 US \u2013 https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B0F9495QN7<\/a>
Amazon UK \u2013 https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/B0F9495QN7<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n

Myths, Cliches and Personal Experience<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve been reading, and writing, BDSM erotica and erotic romance for a long time. My first novel, deeply involved with dominance and submission, was published more than a decade before the appearance of FSOG<\/em>. I know how difficult it is to create something fresh in these sub genres. Originality is possibly my most important personal criterion, both in selecting my reading and in creating my own stories, so I try very hard to avoid clich\u00e9s. Sometimes, though, a BDSM clich\u00e9 lies at the heart of what I want to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One somewhat overused and abused trope is the notion of the \u201cnatural submissive\u201d. A woman who previously had no interest in power exchange meets a dominant man and immediately succumbs to his charisma. Despite her lack of experience with BDSM, she\u2019s ready to obey his instructions, to let him bind her, punish her, and use her however he wishes. Instead of being awkward and terrified, she finds deep satisfaction in her submissive role. She\u2019s thrilled when her Dom tells her that he\u2019d intuited her secret desire for surrender, that he knew as soon as he met her that she craved a master.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Several of the novellas in this collectionplay with this familiar scenario. I feel a bit guilty exploiting this trope, but I have to admit that I personally find it intensely erotic. That\u2019s because it mirrors my own real world experience with BDSM. I was a horny but very vanilla twenty-something when I met the man who initiated me into dominance and submission. And the very first time we came together physically, I was hooked. Looking back, I\u2019m still full of wonder at the trust that bloomed between us, when we scarcely knew one another. Forty five years later, the intensity and beauty of that D\/s relationship continues to show up in my erotic stories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People in the kink community will tell you that trust takes time to grow, that both doms and subs need practice, that the instant connection glamorized in BDSM fiction is a myth. Maybe for some people, but for me, the myth turned out to be true. And I\u2019m still sharing that revelation with my readers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

See on Goodreads<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Excerpt from Getaway Girl \u2013 Rated PG<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat are you doing here, if I might ask?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMe? Oh, I\u2019m a journalist. I\u2019m doing a story on the find and its historical implications.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Peg felt a twinge of suspicion. \u201cThe press conference was yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy car broke down halfway from London. I spent last night in a town even tinier than this one.\u201d His smile was charming, apologetic. Peg\u2019s uneasiness melted away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He leaned towards her across the bar, putting his hand over hers. \u201cThat\u2019s why I appreciate your help, in giving me the information I need.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His skin was warm and smooth, none of the calluses of a manual labourer. Not like the farmers Peg had occasionally dated here, before she gave up on finding a man in her home village. He ran one fingertip up and down in the sensitive crease between Peg\u2019s thumb and forefinger. The light touch was enough to turn her nipples to aching knots and trigger a throbbing between her legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She caught a hint of his scent, a balsam-laced aftershave or cologne that simultaneously conveyed masculinity and refinement. His forefinger ventured higher, stroking the back of her wrist, a gesture both delicate and bold. Her pussy clenched as though he were massaging her down there, instead of merely brushing a casual finger across her hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stared at the bar, blushing, angry with herself for being so susceptible. Finally, she managed to raise her head and meet his eyes, which were a stormy hazel colour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat paper are you from?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, I write for an upmarket travel rag. I doubt that you would\u2019ve heard of it. This story should enhance the romance and mystery of your already delightful village. I expect you\u2019ll see a surge in tourists after publication.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou should interview Peter Lofthouse. He\u2019s been mayor for the last dozen years.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI have the feeling that I\u2019m talking to a real authority right now. Lived here a long time, haven\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She bristled. How did he know that? Maybe because she seemed such a country bumpkin. \u201cI spent some time in London, but I had to come back. Family problems.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSorry to hear that…\u201d He scanned her chest, seeking a name tag. Peg felt as though he were fondling her breasts instead of just looking at them. Could he see the swollen tips, pushing up through her soft green jumper?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m Peg,\u201d she said, snatching her hand from his and reaching for the bar rag. \u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He bowed slightly. \u201cLionel Hayes, at your service. But I\u2019ll bet you\u2019re really Margaret, right? It\u2019s much more musical, more sophisticated. It suits you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was clearly trying to flatter her. She didn\u2019t really mind. \u201cLionel\u2014sounds like an aristocratic playboy from the nineteen twenties. Nobody\u2019s named Lionel anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The journalist laughed again, soft and intimate, sending the blood rushing again to Peg\u2019s cheeks as well as to other body parts. He drained the last of his pint, then reclaimed her hand. \u201cI\u2019ve got to go. But it\u2019s been pleasure to meet you, Margaret. Perhaps I\u2019ll mention you in my article.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

See on BookBub<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Excerpt from Power and Persuasion <\/em>\u2013 Rated R<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Olivia perched on the satin coverlet of the carved canopy bed, surveying the impossibly opulent bedroom where she had been installed. The chamber had to be at least thirty feet square, with a gilt-encrusted ceiling that soared ten feet above her head. Tall windows framed in emerald velvet looked out upon a verdant lawn that stretched to the ocean. Distant sails danced upon slate-blue waves and the breeze wafting through the open casements carried a hint of salt. The late afternoon sun sparkled among the crystal tears of the chandelier, casting shards of rainbow upon the polished oak floor. Nearer the bed, a plush Chinese carpet soothed the residual blisters on her bare feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She wore one of the delicate silk camisoles Andrew had selected for her as they\u2019d passed through the town. Nothing else. The other garments he\u2019d chosen hung in the rosewood wardrobe, all but the ball gown, which would be delivered, the dressmaker had promised, by Saturday noon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cocktails would be served at seven, Andrew had told her, and dinner at eight. In the meantime, he\u2019d instructed her to await him here, in her current state of undress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She\u2019d never even considered disobeying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fingers entwined upon her lap, she breathed deeply in a struggle to calm her racing heart. Her nipples knotted against the silk, aching for stimulation. Her sex was as moist as the humid summer afternoon, her juices perhaps staining the pale green satin beneath her bare bottom. No matter. Andrew MacIntyre could afford to replace it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her entire body hummed with anticipation. He would be here soon, or so he\u2019d promised, and the waiting would be over. She\u2019d wanted this for so very long\u2014long before she\u2019d encountered the masterful young billionaire. They had not spoken openly of what was to come. She hoped she had not misunderstood his intentions. If she had, she\u2019d die of embarrassment\u2014or disappointment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With her back to the door, she watched the snowy clouds drift and reform into fantastic shapes. Breathe. Relax. Open. She remembered perfectly, despite the years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The hinges were soundless, but she sensed his presence as soon as he entered, the new aura of power that shimmered in the room. The lock clicked, shielding them from interruption and preventing any possibility of escape. She swallowed hard. The moment of truth had arrived.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stood before her, silent, and she bowed her head automatically, her eyes on her clasped hands. Still, she knew he was gazing upon her near-nakedness. She felt the weight of his attention like a physical caress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOlivia.\u201d With one word, spoken low and sure, he claimed her. Heat rushed to her pussy and the bed cover grew damper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, sir?\u201d It felt easy, natural\u2014as though she\u2019d never stopped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn your knees, girl.\u201d She slipped to the rug, boneless and loose already, his to command. Did he find her compliance strange? No matter. She had been right about his desires and that was all that mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll start slowly, this first time. Don\u2019t be afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Afraid? The only thing that scared her was the intensity of her own dark desires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About Lisabet<\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

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 \u2013 over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre\u2014paranormal, scifi, m\u00e9nage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You\u2019ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet\u2019s books on her website (http:\/\/www.lisabetsarai.com\/books.html<\/a>), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http:\/\/lisabetsarai.blogspot.com<\/a>), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She\u2019s also on Goodreads<\/a>, Pinterest<\/a>, BookBub<\/a>, BingeBooks<\/a> and Twitter<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Join her VIP email list here: https:\/\/btn.ymlp.com\/xgjjhmhugmgh<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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