{"id":4259,"date":"2026-09-27T18:32:30","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T01:32:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=4259"},"modified":"2026-09-27T18:32:30","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T01:32:30","slug":"brazen-new-boxed-set-from-lisabet-sarai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2026\/09\/27\/brazen-new-boxed-set-from-lisabet-sarai\/","title":{"rendered":"Brazen: New Boxed Set from Lisabet Sarai!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Romantic Erotica Boxed Set \u2013 Five Flames<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amazon exclusive, free on KU<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Three women. Three worlds. Three erotic journeys where each salacious adventure reveals new dimensions of desire.
Incognito<\/em><\/strong>: By day, Miranda Cahill works diligently on her doctoral thesis. At night, she has sex with strangers\u2014until one man strips away her mask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rajasthani Moon<\/em><\/strong>: Voluptuous spy Cecily Harrowsmith has never failed to complete an assignment. Now, imprisoned by the perverse brothers who control rebellious Rajasthan, she risks betrayal by both her body and her heart. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raw Silk<\/em><\/strong>: In the exotic City of Angels, software engineer Kate O\u2019Neill becomes intimately involved with two very different men\u2014a handsome and debauched member of the Thai aristocracy, and the charismatic, dominant proprietor of a sex bar.
This boxed set collects three of Lisabet Sarai\u2019s boldest and most arousing romance novels in a single, outrageous package.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Raw. Sensual. Explicit<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

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Free on Kindle Unlimited. https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B0HBNC7M63<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n

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Adult Excerpt: Rajasthani Moon<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The brigand\u2019s headquarters turned out to be a cave hollowed from the side of a mountain. After tethering his horse to a stunted tree near the entrance, he slung Cecily over his shoulder like a sack of flour and carried her inside. His casual handling of her body both inflamed and enraged her, but she remained quiet, observing her surroundings with care in the hope of discerning some means of escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The interior was less dirty and claustrophobic than she had feared. An uneven ceiling arched over their heads, reinforced by pillars fashioned from whole tree trunks. Oil lamps tucked into niches hewn into the walls dispelled most of the shadows. A wooden table, two chairs and a bedstead, all of rustic construction, constituted the only furnishings. However, to her left, on a natural rock shelf, she was surprised to see a sleek, modern com unit. Its low hum mingled with a faint gurgle of running water, coming from somewhere deeper in the cave. In the shadows she noticed a cage fashioned of iron bars, of the sort she\u2019d seen used to transport sheep and goats. Does he keep animals here? she wondered. There was no barnyard scent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He dumped her without ceremony onto the straw-filled mattress, then unsheathed his knife. Before she could even cry out, he had sliced her filthy, rumpled clothing off her body, pulled the fabric from underneath her, and tossed the bright rags into a corner. He also relieved her of the knife strapped to her arm and her other earring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He paused to ogle her nakedness, the dark eyes above his mask burning with lust. Cecily\u2019s nipples peaked and her cunny moistened in response to his brazen inspection\u2014she couldn\u2019t help herself\u2014and she was uncomfortably certain that her reactions were not lost on him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Using her bound arms, she managed to manoeuvre herself into a sitting position, with her bound legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He watched, neither assisting nor hindering her, clearly amused by her awkward progress. Refusing to be cowed, she answered his bold stare with one of her own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was the one to break the silence. \u201cSo, my lady. Tell me now. Whom do I have the honour of entertaining here in my humble abode?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy should I reveal my identity to someone who will not even show me his face?\u201d Cecily stalled for time, trying to work out a plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA reasonable point. Pardon me.\u201d The man untied the cloth that hid his features, revealing a beak of a nose, black whiskers and lips that curled in a sardonic smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou!\u201dCecily cursed inwardly as soon as the word escaped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know me, woman?\u201d His eyes narrowed and his brows drew together into a scowl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2013I have seen your picture, sir\u2014in the Bombay newspapers\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What was the Rajah\u2019s brother doing, hiding away in a miserable hole like this? Why didn\u2019t he have any servants or retainers? Why had he attacked her carriage? These questions and a dozen more assailed her. Meanwhile, she struggled to offer a coherent excuse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy brother recommended that I should contact you, Your Excellency, when I arrived in Jaipur\u2026 He wishes to establish relationships with your weavers, to purchase your justifiably renowned textiles, but owing to his failing health, he sent me in his stead\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNonsense!\u201d His voice was like thunder. \u201cDo not insult my intelligence! You\u2019re no merchant, madam! Who are you really? Or do I have to beat the truth out of you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cecily kept her mouth closed. Like all Her Majesty\u2019s agents, she\u2019d been trained not to break under torture. Thus far, that training had never been put to the test.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pratan seized her by her long hair and hauled her to her feet. Of course, with her ankles bound, she could not walk. Half pulling, half carrying, he bundled her over to the closest pillar, jerked her bound arms up, then pushed her face first against the rough wood. The bark abraded her naked breasts and belly. She tried to squirm away from him, but he leaned his weight against her back while keeping her wrists pinned against the pillar above her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRebind,\u201d he growled. In a flash the robotic rope unravelled and reconfigured itself, looping tight around both her arms and the column supporting her. Once he was certain she was secure, he dropped to his knees and touched the rope at her ankles. \u201cUnbind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cecily stumbled as the force connecting her ankles disappeared. Her relief at being free was short-lived. Pratan dragged her legs apart and inserted some sort of rigid bar between her shins. \u201cBind.\u201d Before she could take two breaths, her legs were restrained in a permanently spread position, wide enough to allow her captor easy access to her sex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Indeed, realising the degree of her exposure made her terribly aware of her quim, which she could not deny was soaked and swollen. You must be strong<\/em>, she told herself. Think of England.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cool air of the cave teased her bared flesh. Then a light touch, delicate as a feather, traced its way along the inside of her thigh. Her pussy clenched and moisture dribbled out. The impudent finger smeared the juice across her sensitive skin. Pleasure sparked through her. \u201cYou can\u2019t fight me.\u201d His voice was like warm honey now, all the anger gone. It flowed through her, unbearably sweet. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t think you want to. There\u2019s no shame in surrendering when you\u2019ve been rendered completely helpless.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

About<\/strong> <\/strong>Lisabet<\/strong><\/p>\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, in nearly every sub-genre\u2014paranormal, scifi, m\u00e9nage, BDSM, GLBT, and more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lisabet lives in Southeast Asia with her husband of over forty years and several rescue cats, where she pursues an occupation completely unrelated to her literary endeavors.<\/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>, BookBub<\/a>, Twitte<\/a>r. AND now BlueSky<\/a>!  Join her VIP email list here: https:\/\/btn.ymlp.com\/xgjjhmhugmgh<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Social Media Links<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Website: https:\/\/www.lisabetsarai.com<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blog: https:\/\/lisabetsarai.blogspot.com<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Goodreads: http:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/83387.Lisabet_Sarai<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Amazon Author Page: https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/author\/lisabetsarai<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Smashwords Author Page: https:\/\/www.smashwords.com\/profile\/view\/LSarai<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twitter\/X: https:\/\/www.twitter.com\/lisabetsarai<\/a> (@lisabetsarai)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

BlueSky: https:\/\/bsky.app\/profile\/lisabetsarai.bsky.social<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Medium: https:\/\/medium.com\/@lisabet_63394<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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