Blurb
Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The
royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills.
Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her
the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop
table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live
out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?
Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.
Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal
contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly
flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s
nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The
casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a
dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B
prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity
and true love.
Of Frustration and Temptation - By Lisabet Sarai
Being an author is not for sissies. You pour your heart and soul into your stories. You spend hours of your scarce time and more money than you can afford on marketing. With each new release, you hope you’ll finally grab the attention of the book-buying crowd, that you’ll get the readership and the remuneration you deserve.
If that doesn’t happen (and given the number of people publishing books these days, odds are that it won’t), you’re stuck with the bitter knowledge that all your passion and effort were for nothing. This can be deeply demoralizing, even if you’re not trying to make your living as an author. If you depend on your writing to pay your bills, you’ve got financial anxiety added to your frustration.
I know this frustration only too well. My books receive consistent five star reviews, but somehow I’ve never been a commercial success. Thus, Damned If You Do is a rather personal story.
What would I do if I could magically turn my books into best sellers? How much would that be worth to me? That’s the question my romance author heroine faces when a mysterious stranger shows up waving a contract and promising her fame and fortune, sensual pleasure and the fulfillment of her most secret desires.
All he asks in return is her soul.
Crazy. Dangerous, maybe. But so, so tempting!
Quotes
“Lisabet Sarai writes the most beautiful erotic prose. Her
stories tease at the senses and transport you to a world of sexual pleasure.” ~
Desiree Holt, queen of BDSM erotic romance and author of Forward Pass
"I’ve always been a fan—Lisabet Sarai's erotic
fiction is certain to captivate, dominate, and leave readers begging for
more." ~ Alison Tyler, best-selling author of erotic BDSM memoirs Dark
Secret Love and Even Deeper.
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.
Excerpt
The smoke-tinted windows created a perpetual twilight within the
vehicle. An equally dark barrier separated the spacious back seat from the
driver in front. No one could see the lewd manner in which Mister B dragged her
shirt up to her armpits and her bra down to her waist, exposing her ample breasts.
When he twisted her nipple with impeccably manicured fingers, lust poured
through her, as though he’d opened a spigot. Her pussy overflowed to further
drench her already-sodden panties. She squirmed on the slick seat, hungry for
stimulation.
Without releasing her breast, he rubbed two fingers along the
damp seam of her jeans. Wendy couldn’t suppress a desperate moan. He chuckled
as he sniffed his fingertips. “Your fragrance is exquisite, my dear.” Cupping
her pubis, he ground the heel of his hand against her clit while his fingers
beat out a frustrating rhythm against the tightly stretched denim between her
thighs.
She hadn’t been this turned on in months—no, years. The
substantial bulge at his fly told her he was also aroused, but somehow she didn’t
dare touch him. Though he had yet to give her any orders, he had made it clear
she had to obey him if she wanted to reap the benefits of this strange
arrangement.
Meanwhile, an odd passivity had taken her over. He’d told her
not to think, but only to feel. Her rational self, the part that screamed
warnings about engaging in sexual trysts with total strangers, had retreated to
some distant corner of her mind, leaving only a hunger to be touched, a craving
to be filled, a shameful desire to be used and even abused.
“I know what you want, Gwen. What you truly need. I’ve read all
your stories of implacable masters and eager slaves. But you never go all the
way in your tales, do you? You don’t dare show the world the true depths of
your depravity.”
His words inflamed her almost as much as his actions.
“I—oh!” He ripped open her fly and forced his hand down the
front of her jeans, under the elastic of her underwear, into her soaked and
swollen cunt. His fingers were like tongues of flame as they probed her cleft
and teased her clit. “Oh, please…I can’t bear it…”
As quickly as they’d arrived, his fingers were gone, leaving her
empty and aching. She gazed at him in a state of horny disbelief as he used a
monogrammed hankie from his breast pocket to clean her juices from his elegant
hands. “I shall decide what you must bear, my sweet little slave. Now I believe
we’ve arrived at your abode, where we can explore this question further. You
should fix your clothing.”
Contest Information
I will be giving away three $10 bookstore gift certificates
during my release blitz, and three free ebook copies of my BDSM erotic
romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. I will also give a $5 GC to a
randomly selected host. The blitz ends June 1st.
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