Sunday Surprise new #release from Lady Lit Publishing @harperbliss @lailajblake @erzabetbishop

Today I have the pleasure of sharing a publisher who focuses on female-female love. Lady Lit Publishing has stories of all different lengths and steaminess for the lesbian romance connoisseur. Here are some of their most recent releases:

Harper Bliss has a full-length novel about a woman trying to mend her relationship with her family. She must decide in the midst of this ordeal if she is going to pursue another type of relationship as well. At the Water's Edge is available from Amazon.

Girls in Love by Laila Blake has five shorts stories about childhood friends turned lovers in a snowy cabin, a student seducing her teacher, and two women overcoming prejudice.

Sweet Seductions, the Erzabet Bishop Collection, includes new and previous released short stories compiled into one volume sure to hook you on this author.

An anthology about older women pursuing younger come together in Cougars. Including pieces by Harper Bliss, Erzabet Bishop, Cheyenne Blue, Laila Blake and Lucy Felthouse, this is  one hot read after another.



Here is an excerpt from Bali High, Erzabet's contribution to the Cougar anthology.

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The plane hit a bump of turbulence and Ariana, jarred off her feet, landed haphazardly in Miriam’s lap. Her knees were draped over the arm rest, with her feet dangling in the aisle.

“Oh!” She struggled to get up, but another violent motion of the plane only succeeded in Ariana losing her balance once more. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

Ariana scrambled to move and turned her face to Miriam. “Oh my God. I’ve never fallen on a passenger before.” Her eyes swam with panicked tears.

“If you had to fall on anyone, I’m glad it was me.” Miriam replied, her voice husky. She tentatively reached out and brushed a stray curl out of Ariana’s eyes. Warmth spiraled through her body at the intimate contact and liquid lust seeped through her veins. The younger woman ceased struggling and met her hungry gaze. A delicate smile and a pink blush replaced the panicked look from moments before.

“Truly?”

“Completely.” Miriam whispered. “You can fall into my lap whenever you want to.”

Ariana sighed and turned her warm brown eyes to Miriam. Her lips parted and with the slightest movement, they were pressed against Miriam’s.

“I’m so glad.”

She smelled of cinnamon and spicier things. Miriam cupped her chin and deepened the kiss.

A low moan erupted from the flight attendant’s throat.

“You taste like strawberries.”

“And you of forbidden things.”

Ariana stilled, her lips pulling back in a slight frown. “Forbidden?’

Miriam ran her fingers down the other woman’s cheek. “You’re young enough to be my daughter.”

“But I’m not.” Ariana’s eyes met Miriam’s, her unflinching desire reflected in them.

“No, indeed you’re not.” The need to bury her hands in the brunette’s hair and see it tumbling down her back was nearly overwhelming.

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Thursday Taster - Gentleman #12

Continuing from the last segment, Harrold has found himself in his mistress' room with a slave girl. Check out all the tastes by hopping to the blog.

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On the bed lay a dark skinned woman, another slave, he supposed. He'd never given Polly more than a glance, but this woman had curves to shame his maid's slight frame. His gaze seemed fastened to her nipples that somehow managed to be darker than her already black skin.

The girl scrambled off the bed and to the floor. Only when she moved did Harrold notice how young she was, not even twenty.

“Easy, Kendra. He's not going to hurt you. Harrold, please remove your clothing and take that seat.”

Harrold didn't argue, but stood close to the women as he disrobed.

“He isn't your boss or your master in any way. He is at most your equal here.”

He spun at that comment, holding his pants in one hand. Lynn's palm connected with the flesh of his ass, making him yelp.

“Did I suggest waiting?” Her eyes left no question as to who was in command of the situation. “There, you see, Kendra?” Harrold slouched in the chair, wondering what would happen next. “He answers to me, just like you do. Now, I want you to make him come.”

Harrold's eyes widened at the same time as the slave's large, brown ones.

“Please, Ma'am. I would-” Her scream punctuated her sentence as Lynn broke out the riding crop she had used on him. The girl flinched and cowered. “Yes, Mistress. Of course, Ma'am.” She hustled herself toward Harrold, kneeling in front of him. Her tongue peeked out to lick her lips and he was started at how pink it was. He leaned forward and cupped her chin.

“May I kiss you?” His hand jerked as the crop landed on his shoulder.

“That is quite enough hesitation from both of you.”

Kendra jumped, though Harrold didn't see Lynn wield the crop again. She took his cheeks and pulled him down to her, kissing him awkwardly. He took charge of the kiss, using his tongue to guide hers.

She relaxed, her shoulders falling in his peripheral vision. Perhaps she needed more guidance to obey Lynn. He reached for her hand, pulling it into his lap.

He was surprised how quickly the color of her skin faded from his notice. She was simply another lovely young woman set to please him, just like the many he had paid.

Harrold broke the kiss and sat back to let Kendra see what she was doing. “And you,” Lynn whispered in his ear, “will be whipped when you come.” He groaned at the new information.

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Tantalizing Tuesday - Missy

Danika pressed the paper and ran her arm along it, picking up smudges of graphite, but removing any air pockets preventing the drawing from adhering to the cardboard that would keep it safe, wrinkle free, and once framed, preserved for as long as possible.

It was the last piece she had ever drawn. Not Danika, she could draw an elevator shaft. Missy’s. Her work was on walls around the country. No one had as complete a collection as Danika, though.

Missy had been more than the artist she commissioned to document the children in her care. She was foster mother to most of them right alongside Danika. The last three for certain had called her Mama Missy.

The faces of all her children, most of them now grown or moved on to permanent residences, looked down on her from parks, yards and gardens in the neighborhood. Missy was so good at capturing the familiar expressions and antics among the familiar places.

“Mamanika?” a quiet high pitched voice said. “What is wrong?” The dark skinned boy looked afraid.

Danika knelt, lifting Horace in her arms to show him the picture.

“Mama Missy went to the park but she’s not coming back.”

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Sunday Surprise - Ravenous Romance

I'm excited to find and feature publishers that are new to me. I have some author friends published with this one, but I didn't visit their site before now. Ravenous Romance specializes in affordable sexy reads. Let's take a look at some of their latest releases, all of which are $4.99 each! They also have a special where if you buy 4 books (hey, look, 4 new books) you get a fifth one free.

Bad Boy Menage is an anthology including The Bounty by Nicole Wilder and Carrie's and Bridget's Bucket List by Kimber Vale. The compilation is edited by F. Leonora Solomon who promises one bad boy after another.



In Ryan Field's Too Hard To Handle, conservative Dan meets Cass who claims he’s related to storied Texas Ranger, Kit Acklin. Although Dan is still mourning the death of his boyfriend and hot Cass is a self-proclaimed no-good drifter, they are offered the dream job of a lifetime on TV. It all takes place in peaceful Glendora Hill, Texas, which will be familiar to readers of Ryan.

Chloe Stowe has released Pound, the second in her Lion and the Steed series. In this installment, Dr. Samuel Lyon and Brevyn Steed settle into their new lives together expecting the sweet calm of sameness and security to settle down around them. However, when a silent film thought lost to a fire 90 years ago is stolen from a private collection, Brevyn and Sam are hired to recover it. The thief’s trail quickly forces the couple to abandon their New York City environs for the sunbaked coast of Sicily.

Once Upon A Menage combines the love of three with the magic of fairy tale. Authors include: Celeste Hall, Ramona Leigh, Naomi Shaw, Muffy Wilson, Manlius Latham, V. Shepard and Louisa Bacio. Edited by Rachel Kenley, this book will definitely scratch that itch for magic with your erotica.

We are lucky enough to have an excerpt from one of Naomi Shaw's contributions to this anthology. Here's a taste of Beauty's Beast:

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The weather was warm, with sunbeams shining, so later in the afternoon Rosie walked to the local library, where she often went, to return a few books. She took a shortcut along a gravelly road, where the stones crunched beneath her feet and hurt her soles as she walked with light footsteps. The shortcut took her past the Old House that loomed up behind a tall gated terrain. It was huge, gray-stoned, aged, and full of mystery, with a wild rose garden she could just about make out behind its surrounding walls. She looked in, deciding to investigate on her return journey.

On the way home, Rosie paused at Old House. Her vivid imagination allowed her wild fantasies of what could go on inside and she recalled them now.

Her eyes misted over and her red lips curled into a smile as she imagined heavy red drapes drawn tightly closed, concealing wild sex with people tied up to live out their innermost fantasies. Quite forgetting she was in a public place and might be spotted any minute, Rosie’s hand slipped between her thighs to stroke where the crotch of her panties had become damp.

“Mm,” she purred. “Lovely.” She sucked her fingers, wishing another could do that for her, then stopped suddenly, realizing she could be seen by any passersby.

Looking at the lion statues that rested on pillars either side of the old brass gate she said, “I bet you could tell a tale or two.” Rosie’s thoughts were increasing her curiosity about the place, and noticing one of the gates left slightly ajar, she thought this was an opportunity far too good to pass up. Using both arms, she leaned her full weight against it, trying to shift the gate open a little more. Finally with creaks and groans, she managed to shift it a few more inches, enough to squeeze through into the grounds.

She sidestepped off the stone driveway into what her father had called a wild rose garden. Dad was not wrong about this garden, she thought. It would be a shame to leave it untended. With fingers trailing around the velvet petals of rose blooms struggling to show their blooms through a tangle of woody briars and thorns, Rose wandered through. “Ouch!” she exclaimed when while breathing in the aroma of one of the flowers, she inadvertently caught her finger on a thorn. She withdrew her hand quickly and sucked the blood seeping from the cut.

“Now that was a stupid thing to do,” a deep voice boomed from behind her, although she had never heard his footsteps. “Let me see.” Rosie swished around to see where the voice came from. She saw a tall man of medium build with thinning gray hair, dressed formally. “I am butler to the Master. He does not like people on his property and wants to see you.”

“But I have to go home—” Rosie began but the man cut her short.

“You don’t want to disappoint the Master. His powers of persuasion are very strong and you would not want to annoy him. Follow me.”

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Flasher Fiction Friday - Gabriel

Landing with a thud, Gabriel flipped head over heels, left over right, tumbling over coarse cutting sand. Pushing himself up, he saw the impact crater where he had landed on the beach. It was easy to follow his path, a large skid that ended where he now sat.  He put a hand to his head, trying to get his bearings. This plane was familiar to him, but he’d never felt so solid here. Before he was a visitor, now he was an exile. He hung his head and tried not to regret his choices as his wings disappeared behind him.

There are many more takes on this picture, each only 100 words. Find them all on the blog.

Thursday Taster - Gentleman #11

This Thursday, I thought I'd slip back to Gentleman. You might remember the party where he met Lynn and was slapped by his wife. We pick up just a few days later. Tastes of all sorts can be found on the blog.

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Harrold knocked on the door. Lynn had told him to return in three days, but he couldn't wait. A large black man answered the door a few minutes later.

“What do you want?”

Harrold frowned. “Do your owners let you speak like that?”

The man seized him by the throat. “I am free now. I take orders from no one.”

Harrold pulled at the man's fingers, starting to struggle for breath.

The man who had met him at the door on his first visit appeared behind the giant slave, the freed man.

“That one is Lynn's, Will. Let him go, please. We don't need to deal with bodies.”

Harrold felt the blood leave his face at the cold words. This man could easily strangle him.

“Well, I wouldn't want Lynn's ire.” Will opened his hand and Harrold held his knees as he violently coughed air back into his lungs. There was blood splattered on Will's pants, making Harrold that much more grateful for release. Whose blood did he wear? “You will wait in the parlor until Lynn collects you.” He stretched out his right arm, pointing and revealing more blood on the cuff.

Harrold practically ran to get away from the homicidal black man. Both men disappeared down the hall. Harrold paced the parlor, admiring portraits, including one of Lynn with the blond man in the hall. Another woman with equally dark hair but glittering blue eyes, and a man slightly darker than the one he'd seen. There was also a portrait of the slave, freed man. He looked menacing even there. Eventually, Harrold tired and sat in one of the chairs, wondering how late he was willing to wait.

“Harrold?” The musky smell of sex followed Lynn's entry.

He rose from the chair, taking her hand and bowing over it. “Madam.”

She smiled and waited for him to straighten. “I have use of you.” She turned, robe swirling out around her knees and making Harrold long to remove it.

She didn't go far down the hall before stopping and holding the door for him. It was, in fact, the same room they'd met in previously.

On the bed lay a dark skinned woman, another slave, he supposed. He'd never given Polly more than a glance, but this woman had curves to shame his maid's slight frame. His gaze seemed fastened to her nipples that somehow managed to be darker than her already black skin. 

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Tantalizing Tuesday - Them There Hills

“Pull over,” I told him. “It’s my turn to drive. You need sleep.”

“I’m fine,” he argued, rubbing his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep anyway, not knowing what’s back there.”

I didn’t blame him. I’d dozed off but was woken with horrible dreams mixed with memories.

“You can’t keep driving. You’re swerving all over the road. Pull over. It’ll take ten seconds to swap seats.”

He seemed to weight whether that was fast enough, whether the risk of his driving was worse than the risk of losing ten seconds.

“We’re going to have to get gas soon anyway. We can’t keep going like this.”

“The hell we can’t.” He did pull over, braking hard. I braced myself on the dash. “Move.” He ordered, jumping out the driver’s door.

I didn’t hesitate, leaping over the hood and sliding in the door. It was like something out of Dukes of Hazard, and I couldn’t believe I pulled it off. However, I was in the seat ahead of Max and popping it in drive as soon as his door closed.

“We can get gas in the mountains,” I said, nodding my head toward them. “They’ll freeze up there.”

“Mountains. Freezing. Good.” His eyes closed.

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