Paisley Smith

Girl on Girl Romance

Erotic romance author, Paisley Smith, pens steamy lesbian historical, paranormal and contemporary romance for Ellora's Cave, Loose Id, and Cleis Press. 

Best Lesbian Erotica 2014 by Kathleen Warnock

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Praised as "mesmerizing" by the InsightOut Book Club, the world's largest LGBT reading group, Cleis's Best Lesbian Erotica is the standard bearer for the genre. Kathleen Warnock takes the series to new heights of ecstasy with the 2014 installment, a sensational and sensual collection of delightfully smart smut. A Goldie nominated editor, Warnock collects stories from around the globe, giving this assemblage a fresh sensibility and new points of view.

 The depth of its characters is what truly sets Best Lesbian Erotica 2014 apart; each woman is written so realistically that you can almost feel the warmth of their bodies in the bed beside you. Jonah loans her new neighbor more than just flour and sugar in Sam Tweed’s “Who at My Door is Standing.” Two strangers meet at the gym, and have the best workout of their lives, in Sinclair Sexsmith’s “A Good Workout.” A writer learns that her editor wants to turn her erotic anthology into a reality in Nairne Holtz’s “Call for Submission.” Sensual and seductive, this assertive anthology will grip you until the very last word.

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An excerpt from “Nocturne” by Cheryl Jimmerson in Best Lesbian Erotica 2014

 She lives in a shabby two-story building. I entered cautiously. She was on the top floor. I climbed the stairs, taking notice of the cracks in the walls. Pieces of conversation and the noise of a blaring television spilled out into the hall. I took a deep breath and knocked on her door. She opened it and stepped aside. It was a small apartment, sparsely furnished with secondhand items. On the walls were vibrant African prints. She offered me a beer and we sat on the couch and talked. I kept my eyes straight ahead, unable to look at her at first.

 “I didn’t know clubs like that existed,” I said.

 “It’s the only club like that in the city. It’s been there for over twenty years. I’m glad you stumbled in,” she said, taking hold of my chin and turning my face to her. “You have trouble looking at me, don’t you?”

 “I’m just nervous.”

 “Don’t be,” she said, leaning in to kiss me.

 I eagerly kissed her back, taking her soft, lower lip into my mouth.

 “I was hoping I’d have the chance to kiss you again,” she said, sweeping me into her arms.

 I held on to her and looked over at the open door of the bedroom a few feet away. All I could make out was a corner of the bed. I didn’t want to end up there. I couldn’t. I told myself I would leave before it happened. But her long fingers went to work unbuttoning my blouse and then caressing my breasts. All I could do was sit there as she slipped them out of my bra and began to suck them. I couldn’t leave and didn’t want to. After a while I reached for her shirt, and undid the buttons. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I gazed at the deep purple of her nipples, in such stark contrast to the rest of her body.

“My god,” I said, running my knuckles across them. “Have they always been this color?”

“Yes, it’s their natural color,” she said sounding amused.

I leaned over and kissed them. Soon I was kissing every inch of her. She lay back on the sofa, letting me. I’m lost, I kept thinking. I’m lost. Then she got up from the couch.

“Let’s go in here,” she said.

I looked again into the bedroom, not sure what to do next. She took my hand and led me in. She turned on the light, undressed and climbed on the bed. “Are you coming?” she asked.

I stood there trying to convince myself to leave. But the beauty of her body, naked and stretched to its full length across the bed, pulled me in. I undressed and climbed in beside her. I ran my hands over her body and retraced the trail with my mouth. I was inexperienced, but it didn’t matter. I wanted her. I saved the coarse patch of hair between her legs for last. I parted it with my tongue, and sought out the tender arrowhead of flesh. I sucked it hungrily, half expecting something or someone to come crashing in on us and stop me. But there were only her throaty whispers encouraging me with “Yes, oh yes,” and “Please…” as she spread her legs farther apart for me. Like a glutton I stayed there, lapping away at her until I’d exhausted myself and my chin was wet.

 Full of energy, Lorraine wrapped her legs around my waist, and with one quick turn, flipped me over on my back, straddling me. “You waited long enough to call. I was waiting to hear from you.”

 “I’m sorry,” I told her.

 “No, you’re not,” she said, sliding off of me, then parting my legs with her knee and pushing her fingers inside of me. “I’d like to make you sorry for keeping me waiting. Giving me that half-assed dance, then running away like a child. I should have dragged you by the hair into one of those filthy stalls and made you take me like this,” she said, thrusting her fingers deeper, “Miss Standoffish.”

 I closed my eyes as her long fingers moved inside of me. I struggled to contain my body’s response as my back and ass rose from the bed.

 “Settle down and say you’re sorry,” she said, moving her fingers deeper and faster.

 “I’m sorry!”

“What?”

 “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” I shouted.

My Writing Process Blog Tour

Let’s make the best of Monday! I’ve been invited to take part in a “My Writing Process” blog tour where authors dish on their inspiration, characters, settings, and craft.

I was graciously invited to join the tour by author, Debra Glass, who blogged about her process last Monday on her own blog. Debra writes steamy historical romances featuring characters who don’t shy away from scandal. Thanks for inviting me to participate, Debra!

All writers employ different techniques to get their words on the page. Some enjoy the chaos of coffee shops and others love the quiet solitude of a library.

One of the most prolific writers of our time, Stephen King, claims he writes ten pages a day, every day. Ernest Hemingway, who claimed never to write while drunk, penned five-hundred words a day. Joyce Carol Oates writes longhand. (ouch!) Jack Kerouac observed several rituals before writing.

But whatever an author’s writing process is, the main objective is to get the words out.

So, how does my writing process work?

I write in varied genres. Everything from historical romance, to contemporaries, to BDSM, to kink. I usually start with the premise of a plot in my head and from there, develop the characters and their backstories. Since I write shorter erotic romance, my stories are focused more on the sexual relationship between the characters than an intensive plot. That said, my most plot heavy story is a historical, Every Waking Hour, with an alcoholic heroine.

What am I working on?

I just finished Satin Sheets, the second book in my BDSM, Honkytonk Angels series, about a Nashville record producer who puts her theory to the test that submissives will make the best members for her rockabilly band. The first in the series, Fall to Pieces, releases March 14 at Ellora’s Cave!

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

It’s difficult to determine how one’s own work is different, however, based on my reviews, the readers love my love scenes. I try to mix emotion with graphic sex without it reading as slick. I’m not one of those authors who writes a love scene based on porn flicks. Mine center around the characters' emotions about being intimate and vulnerable with the other person.

Why do I write what I do?

I’ve enjoyed exploring the psyche of my characters within the BDSM context, but I’d love to do some more serious writing, along the lines of Sarah Waters.

How does your writing process work?

Mine begins with cutting off all distractions. The television. Damn those Olympics! The house that is in desperate need of cleaning. Those lunch invitations I love so much…

I write around thirty pages without self-editing. Then I go back and re-read, filling out descriptions, setting scenes, catching my plethora of typos, and flushing out my characters.

Writing for me also involves regular visits to the massage therapist and the chiropractor. Long hours at the computer take a toll on my neck and shoulders. And I am a bit of an admitted hedonist. :-)   

It’s really very simple. If I can park my ass at my desk and avoid social media, I can get some words on the page.

So, there it is! My insanely simple writing process.

Up next week:

Olivia Starke – author of super hot paranormal and contemporary romance - Blog link

KT Grant  is a self-proclaimed eccentric redhead who not only loves to read a wide variety of romances, but also loves writing it. Under her alter-ego, she is a well-known book  blogger who doesn’t shy away from voicing her opinion. A proud native of New Jersey, KT is multi-published and writes Gay, Lesbian and Straight romance. 

Titania LadleyTitania  is an award-winning, multi-published erotic romance author in many genres such as lesbian/gay, menage, BDSM, contemporary, historical and paranormal, to name a few

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New Lesbian Romance from Olivia Starke

Looking for a hot story featuring some serious girl-on-girl action? Check out my gal pal, Olivia Starke's new Ellora's Cave release - Captive Pleasures - the first in her Click Me series.

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Captive Pleasures

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Book 1 of the Click Me series.

Jessica is desperate for some excitement. When she stumbles upon a spam message containing a love spell, what does she have to lose?

Toni’s SUV breaks down outside Hide Away Cabins. She’s on the lookout for some distraction and Jessica would be one hell of a tasty little treat.

A game of Truth or Dare brings out Jessica’s adventurous side. Being bound and spanked is just the start to a night of incredible sex.

Inside Scoop: The magic contained in this love spell leads to these two lesbians exploring light bondage, spanking, anal play and a surprising use for a snow globe.

An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt:

She returned to her email account and let out another heavy sigh, noting its overflowing spam folder. She jumped to the page, clicking the mouse, intending on some merciless deleting to vent frustrations. Are You Lonely? Click Me. a header stated, SEXMAGIC the sender. Jess scowled at the intrusive words, directing the arrow over delete.

“Not lonely enough for your porn virus, sorry.”

Jess tapped the mouse and instead of vanishing, the email popped open onto the screen. An electric charge shot from the keyboard up her arms and she jerked back in shock. All seemed well with the computer while she flexed her tingling fingers. She scanned the page. The title Simple Love Spell, a list of items, along with directions for their use, a harmless site. No spread-eagle women, no hard veiny penises, no flashing banners, just a short innocent paragraph.

She rubbed her tired eyes, contemplating her next move. “Oh, why the heck not?”

The spell seemed indeed simple, requiring a pink candle, some paper and pen and a white rose. Jess pushed away from the desk then searched drawers in the office, afterward lining up her spell items by the computer. Okay, she’d have to make do with a purple candle and red silk rose, surely improvising wouldn’t affect make-believe magic? The site directed her to write down requirements for love. Tall, witty, gorgeous, intelligent, sweet and compassionate —a reasonable list by all accounts.

She tore apart the silk rose and sprinkled the petals around the candle, then lit it.

“Our fate is sealed. We are one. So mote it be, it is done!” She repeated the words three times per the site’s instructions and fell silent, holding her breath.

 

Coming Soon to EC

Oral Delights book 2 of the Click Me series

Play Date book 3 of the Click Me series

 

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Guest Blog - Kerry Freeman - Chicks Dig the Long Ball: On Being a Female Baseball Fan

Today, I'm hosting my friend, Kerry Freeman, who's stopping by on the blog tour for Playing Ball, the male/male baseball themed anthology in which she has a yummy story. Welcome, Kerry! 

Oh, and don't forget to enter the contest! You could win a copy of playing ball and all sorts of other author swag. 

As a child, I was a huge tomboy, and I loved watching baseball. It was the 70s, and my team was the Phillies. Don’t ask me why a girl in Alabama was a Philadelphia fan; I don’t even remember. But I remember watching the games on TV and cheering for Mike Schmidt and Pete Rose.

Sometime around middle school, I stopped being a sports fan. Always a huge music fan, it became my obsession. Baseball was just one of those “kid things” I wasn’t interested in anymore.

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Rick Dikeman/Wikimedia Commons

 

Fast forward to 1998. The home run race was on, and, like everyone else, I was sucked into it like most of America. But by then my appreciation was twofold. My love of the game was renewed, and I also was a little more...um...appreciative of the players.

As a female baseball fan, you’re reluctant to admit that you are a fan of a particular player because you think they’re cute or attractive or sexy. Especially to your significant other. I’m pretty sure my husband will never let me forget overhearing a conversation between my cousin and me. So we were discussing how much we like sitting behind the on deck circle at the minor league games and looking at all the cute butts in tight baseball pants. So what? That doesn’t mean I don’t like the game.

The Atlanta Braves are not my favorite team because I think they have the most attractive players. Did I call in sick to work one day in 1999 (pre-hubby days) because the Braves player I was crushing on was doing an appearance? Sure. Did I get a picture taken with said player and completely forget how to talk, looking like a total dork? Maybe. Go to a three-game stand by myself in 2000 (still pre-hubby days) because the dumbass Braves traded the player in the offseason and his team was back in town to play his former team?

Okay, fine, I crush on the players sometimes. (BTW, that player is retired, so hubby can rest easily.) But I do LOVE the game. One of my favorite sounds in the world is that crack when the ball hits the bat’s sweet spot and you just know it’s going into the stands. I love the parks (especially Turner Field). I love the geometry of the field, and the logic of the rules.

And if I ship some of the players? Yeah, I keep that to myself ;)


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PLAYING BALL

“The one constant through all the years... has been baseball.” — Field of Dreams

Baseball, America’s Pastime, carries with it a mythology like no other spo

rt, entwined with the ups and downs of the nation. In Playing Ball, authors Shae Connor, Kerry Freeman, Marguerite Labbe, and Kate McMurray explore the love for baseball and among the men who play it, from the 1920s through modern times. These four stories tell the tales of baseball men who find love off the field, whether with the heir to a baseball empire, a sports reporter, a fan, or even each other after their playing careers come to an end.

HOME FIELD ADVANTAGE BY SHAE CONNOR

College student Toby MacMillan, grandson of Atlanta Braves owner Ray MacMillan, works with the team’s locker room crew during the baseball season. It’s there that he meets Caleb Browning, who’s getting his first shot at the big leagues, and Toby, who’s been trying to keep his sexuality under wraps, finds himself smitten. An innocent dinner soon turns into a not-so-innocent night together in Caleb’s bed, but Toby quickly calls things off, afraid of the ramifications of their tryst.

Unable to avoid each other because of their jobs, the two men develop a tentative friendship, but it soon becomes more. After Caleb takes a fastball to the head during a game, Toby’s presence at his hospital bedside catches the attention of more than just the medical staff. Their budding romance hits the news, and Toby’s grandfather threatens to cut Toby out of team ownership unless he denies it. Facing a choice between the team he’s loved all his life and the man he could love for the rest of it, Toby has to decide if he’s ready to make a stand.

WILD PITCH BY MARGUERITE LABBE

For as long as Ruben Martell has known him, he's been in love with his best friend Alan Hartner. They played together, traveled together and publicly dueled on opposite teams. Now years later they're both retired from the Major Leagues, are running a business together and coaching rival Little League teams. And in all those years, Ruben hasn't given up hope that Alan might return his feelings one day, but now he's starting to believe that Alan will never chose to move beyond the memory of his late wife.

Alan quit the game at the height of his career to take care of his sons and the one constant he's been able to rely on is Ruben. In all that time he has tried to forget about the night everything changed, only being with Ruben on a day-to-day basis is weakening his resolve. They'd stepped over the line before and it had hurt their friendship and left Alan with a guilt he didn't know how to handle. Alan doesn't want to do anything to jeopardize that friendship now even if it mean denying the feelings he's kept locked away for so long.

ONE MAN TO REMEMBER BY KATE MCMURRAY

In the summer of 1927, all anyone in New York can talk about is Babe Ruth and the Yankees’ Murderer’s Row, the unstoppable batting lineup that no other team can beat. Skip Littlefield, an infielder for the less flashy New York Giants, is happy to let the Babe take the spotlight, even as he starts hitting as well as Ruth himself. Sports journalist Walter Selby has gained a reputation for being something of a dandy. He’s a force to be reckoned with, too, as one of the most dynamic voices in the daily papers. And now he can’t help but notice the talented first baseman helping the Giants race for the pennant. Then he meets the man and is left breathless—Skip is talented, soft-spoken, and also incredibly handsome. And Walt quickly comes to understand why Skip wants to stay out of the spotlight. 

Against the backdrop of the lights of Times Square, the excitement of the era, and some of the most incredible baseball anyone has ever played, Skip starts to fall for Walt. But no one can know. Skip’s only hope is that the more charismatic stars will draw attention away from the quite romance blooming between Skip and Walt, or else Skip’s whole career and everything he loves is at stake.

ONE LAST ROAD TRIP BY KERRY FREEMAN

After the last game of his major league career, Jake Wilson is hitting the road, and he's making a few stops along the way. He has an ex-wife with a new life in New Mexico, a son following in his footsteps in Oklahoma, a daughter with an announcement in Tennessee, and the gamble of a lifetime in Georgia. In 2,500 miles, his life will completely change, and he can only hope that his visit to his first love will cause everything to change for the better.

EXCERPT FROM ONE LAST ROAD TRIP 

It had been a lonely few months in Atlanta. Jake had gone from being a high school baseball star to just another hick jock. It didn’t matter that his test scores and grades would have gotten him into Georgia Tech regardless of the baseball scholarship. The smart kids looked down their noses at him. And the other jocks? Until Jake played a game and played it well, he was only a wannabe freshman.

The first day of preseason training, it all started to turn around for him. He and the other freshman bonded over their mutual desire to prove they were worthy to wear the gold and white. They worked hard and cheered each other on. They quickly became favorites of the handful of regular practice spectators, who all seemed to have a soft spot for the awkward newcomers.

One spectator stood out. Jake tried not to stare, but he couldn’t stop his surreptitious glances at the man. Jake had known since forever that he could be turned on by men as well as women, but this was different. The man’s square jaw and tight swimmer’s body made Jake have evil, evil thoughts, thoughts of things way beyond the frenzied hand and blow jobs he’d experienced with other equally frightened high school boys.

Jake also had more tender thoughts, which he found slightly frightening. Every time the man brushed his hair from his eyes, Jake wondered if the hair was soft, how it would feel if he ran his fingers through it. He snuck enough glances to determine that the man’s almond-shaped eyes were a beautiful hazel, and, more often than not, those eyes were trained on Jake. Worst of all, Jake wanted to pull the man’s full bottom lip between his and find out how the man tasted. He had never kissed a man, but God, he wanted to kiss this one.

After a few weeks of torture, Jake decided he’d had enough. He might make a fool of himself. He might even get his ass kicked. But he was going to talk to the man who’d been starring in his dreams.

When practice was over, Jake hung back on the field, waiting for the other players to head toward the locker room and hopefully out of earshot. He’d noticed days before that the man would not leave right away; he’d linger, reading a book or relaxing on the bleachers. It was almost as if he were waiting for someone. Then again, Jake thought, that could be his own wishful thinking.

As he walked, Jake brushed off his pants and straightened his cap. When the man looked up from his book to see Jake heading his way, his smile was unmistakable. Jake was sure he’d never seen a clearer invitation to come closer, and he struggled to keep his feet from speeding up. He needed to play this cool, keep his intentions a secret until he was sure they were welcome.

“Hey.” Jake shoved his glove under his arm. “What you reading?”

The man waved the small paperback. “Oh, this? To Kill A Mockingbird. I have been told it is a classic American novel. I like it so far.”

Oh holy fuck, Jake thought. He has an accent on top of everything else. The man’s voice was cool and smooth, like a window in an air-conditioned room. It sent frissons cascading over Jake’s sweat-damp skin. Each word was clearly enunciated, crisp.

Jake sat down, leaving a respectable distance between them. “It is. I read it in high school, and it’s pretty good.”

The man folded the corner of a page and closed the book. “We read a few American novels in school in Finland, but not this one. I think I may recommend it to my teacher back home.”

“Finland? How did you end up here?”

“I wanted more sunshine and warmth. My family visited friends in Savannah once, and I fell in love with Georgia.”

“Well, you definitely came to the right place for sunshine.” Jake was positive if he heard much more of the man’s accent, he would melt on the spot. “I’m Jake Wilson,” he said, holding out his hand.

The man stared at Jake’s hand before finally shaking it. “I know,” he said. “I read about you in the student paper. My name is Mikko Niemi.”

AND THAT'S NOT ALL!

To celebrate the release of PLAYING BALL and our blog tour, Shae, Kate, Marguerite, and I have put together a pretty awesome giveaway. 

Grand prize: A print copy of PLAYING BALL signed by all four authors, a unisex BBQ apron featuring hot athletes from Originals by Lauren, and swag from all four authors.

Runner-up prize: An ebook copy of PLAYING BALL and swag from all four authors.

The giveaway will run from 12AM Central on September 21, 2013 to 12AM Central on October 11, 2013. To give an opportunity for the authors to get together to sign the book and gather swag, the winners will be picked and the prizes shipped after the end of GayRomLit 2013.

But there are some rules:

You must be a resident of Earth, 18 years or older, who lives in a place where the viewing of adult material is legal. By entering the giveaway, you are indicating your agreement to the rules. Winners must provide a physical mailing address to receive their prizes. If a winner does not respond to the prize notification within 48 hours, the prize will be re-awarded.

Good luck! 

 

 

Coming August 7, 2013 from Ellora's Cave - Beauty and the Butch by Paisley Smith

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The last thing up-and-coming TV producer Lindsey Mitchell expects to find at an ultra-girly beauty pageant is true love. After all, she’s unapologetically butch, and that’s unlikely to appeal to the primped-and-powdered Southern belles vying for the title of Miss Georgia National.

Ella Northington is the perfectly poised contestant who’s hiding a big secret—she’s a lesbian. But Lindsey’s just too tempting to resist, and what’s supposed to be a one-night stand quickly turns into something more. The lovers are determined to touch and taste every inch of one another.

But the stakes are high and competition is fierce. And if Ella is outed, she risks losing everything she holds dear, including her sexy butch lover.

A Romantica® lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Now Available - Every Waking Hour

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English professor Della Boyd has worked hard to carve out a career for herself in the male-dominated 1950s South. Having escaped an unpleasant childhood, she resolves to keep her nose to the grindstone and work her way up the university ladder. All that changes, however, when she meets her favorite author, Grayson Garland, whose androgynous beauty and taboo kisses cause Della to question everything she’s always believed.

When Grayson Garland returns to bury her father, the world renowned, eccentric Southern author sets the small town of Rome, Alabama on its ear. But the old antebellum mansion she once called home is haunted with dark secrets Gray is reluctant to face. Sultry nights in the arms of a pretty, oh-so-feminine professor provide ample distraction, but unless Gray can summon the courage to confront her demons, even Della’s love won’t be able to save her from herself.

Read an excerpt HERE

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Now Available - Every Waking Hour

PS_EveryWakingHourEnglish professor Della Boyd has worked hard to carve out a career for herself in the male-dominated 1950s South. Having escaped an unpleasant childhood, she resolves to keep her nose to the grindstone and work her way up the university ladder. All that changes, however, when she meets her favorite author, Grayson Garland, whose androgynous beauty and taboo kisses cause Della to question everything she’s always believed.


When Grayson Garland returns to bury her father, the world renowned, eccentric Southern author sets the small town of Rome, Alabama on its ear. But the old antebellum mansion she once called home is haunted with dark secrets Gray is reluctant to face. Sultry nights in the arms of a pretty, oh-so-feminine professor provide ample distraction, but unless Gray can summon the courage to confront her demons, even Della’s love won’t be able to save her from herself.

Read an excerpt HERE

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Loose Id’s Historical Hysteria $0.99 Sale!

Both Beguiled and Her Beguiling Bride by Paisley Smith are available as part of Loose Id’s Historical Hysteria sale – Cyber Monday – Friday 11/30, 2012.


PS_Beguiled_prThe Civil War has torn Belle Holloway’s world apart. Left to manage her Georgia plantation with little help, she is exasperated when the Union Army adds to her burden by leaving a wounded soldier behind. But upon closer examination, Belle is shocked to discover the soldier is actually a beguiling woman.
Clad in male attire, stubborn, brash Alice O’Malley awakens a passion in Belle she never knew existed. Alice dominates Belle’s lonely existence with taboo pleasures and erotic escape. Soon Belle realizes she is more than willing to submit her body and her heart to the woman whose strength and compassion she admires -- until those very attributes prove to be the catalyst that could destroy their newfound love.

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Beguiled


PS_HerBeguilingBrideThree years have passed since Belle Holloway gave her heart to Alice O’Malley, the brash woman Union soldiers left on the doorstep of Belle’s Georgia plantation. Now Reconstruction Era taxes threaten their home, and Belle must decide between the female lover whose touch sets her flesh and soul ablaze. Or a cold marriage to a wealthy man and an even colder bed.
In hopes of saving the plantation, Belle and Alice travel to Savannah where doors close at every turn. Until Alice tenders a scandalous proposal that could cost them everything...or offer them the love of a lifetime.

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Her Beguiling Bride

Just Released! Purr by Paisley Smith

Purr

Paisley Smith Having been caught kissing a servant girl, Arabella suddenly finds herself shackled and bound for Katzenhalle Villa, where she expects to be forced into servitude. Instead, she discovers the mansion is home to other young women with Sapphic penchants—and good behavior is rewarded with kittenhood.

All who reside at the villa dream of donning cat ears and tails and earning status as one of the mistress’s “pets”.

There’s one caveat. Romantic entanglements are strictly forbidden, and this poses a problem when Arabella catches the eye of a favored pet, Giselle. Risking discovery, the women indulge their mutual desire, heated looks escalating to thrilling touches with fingers, mouths…tongues. Until Arabella discovers things are not as purr-fect as they seem at Katzenhalle. While breaking the rules may see them punished, the treachery of falling in love may come at a fatal price.

Reader Advisory: The kittens of Katzenhalle can’t get enough hedonistic sexual attention. They enjoy female/female sex, light BDSM, ménages, multiple partners and even the occasional sensual enema. Meow!

 


Available October 12, 2012!

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An Excerpt From: PURR

Copyright © PAISLEY SMITH, 2012 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Disrobe and leave your clothes on the floor,” Petra instructed, then stood back to wait.

Arabella paused. “W-with you in here…with me?”

Petra nodded.

Arabella had never undressed fully in front of anyone else that she could remember. Shame rose when she remembered the paltry condition of her undergarments. Shaking, she turned her back so the servant could begin to unlace the ties on her bodice. The room was warm and Arabella didn’t feel a chill as she shrugged out of her frock. As directed, she dropped the garment on the thick rug. Fingers trembling, she untied the ribbons holding up her skirt and then let the fabric billow downward into a pool around her ankles.

“Everything,” Petra said firmly.

Arabella gulped as she toed off her slippers then steeled herself before whisking her chemise off over her head. Hugging her arms over her breasts, she dashed toward the tub and plunged into the hot water. A gasp tore from her throat at the shock.

Petra chuckled softly. “You will soon lose your reticence. There’s no need for it at Katzenhalle.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked, quickly adjusting to the soothing effect of the scented water.

“It will be necessary for you to be comfortable wearing very little clothing if you are to eventually become one of the komtesse’s kittens.”

“Kittens?”

Petra nodded. “The komtesse will explain the details but, yes, most of us wish to earn her favor and join the ranks of the kittens.”

Arabella took up a sponge and began scrubbing one arm. “I don’t understand.”

Petra leaned closer as she whispered, “You were brought here because of your partiality for females, weren’t you?”

A torrid blush infused Arabella’s cheeks. She clamped her lips shut.

“There’s no shame in it. We all were,” Petra confessed.

“But what does that have to do with—” Arabella began before Petra shushed her.

A hidden door in the wall flung open and another servant paraded in, bearing a jeweled case. “I am Eleanor. I am here to coif your hair.”

As the servants thoroughly bathed Arabella, washed her hair and then neatly snipped the ends, she pondered all she’d learned thus far. Petra’s words gave credence to the look the komtesse had bestowed on her. There had been blatant sexual interest in the aristocrat’s eyes. Still, Arabella could not discern whether Katzenhalle merely posed as a safe haven for wayward women or if these walls harbored a deeper, darker secret.

Yet another servant appeared who manicured Arabella’s finger and toenails, trimming and buffing until they gleamed in the light. Petra helped her dress in the uniform, a cherry-and-white striped ensemble with a shepherdess-style skirt. Swan-white stockings and embroidered slippers completed the outfit. She had never worn such costly clothing, and she couldn’t resist preening in front of the looking glass.

Petra smiled. “I am to take you to the komtesse for approval.”

Arabella thanked Eleanor and the manicurist before she followed Petra through the meandering hallways and down the stairs to what appeared to be a study. Her uncle’s house boasted only six rooms. The sheer massiveness of the mansion was not lost on Arabella.

Liveried guards served as sentries, their powdered wigs immaculate as they stood expressionless at the open doorway.

The komtesse sat behind a gilt desk that faced the massive hearth. She rose. “Ah, Arabella. This is quite a welcome change indeed.”

Both Petra and Arabella curtsied.

“Turn around for me. Let me see you in your entirety,” the komtesse cooed.

Arabella revolved slowly, knowing the pride she felt at being turned out so well shone on her face.

The komtesse smiled, but the display of pleasure held no mirth. Something devious lurked in the woman’s eyes. “Lift your skirts and show me your cunny.”

Arabella’s breath froze in her lungs. What?She cleared her throat. “Pardon me?”

The komtesse motioned with her fingers. “Come, girl, lift them up. Let me see.”

Arabella glanced at Petra, who merely stood waiting, chewing her bottom lip.

“Silly goose, pull up your skirts. That humility will get you nowhere at Katzenhalle,” the komtesse said impatiently.

Shaking, Arabella slowly gathered her skirts and lifted the fabric over the tops of her ribboned stockings to bare her thighs.

“Higher.”

A voice in her head confirmed she’d wanted this. She’d wanted to be intimate with another woman, so why was she so frightened when the opportunity was clearly presenting itself? Even Petra had told her everyone here sought to earn the komtesse’s favor. In a swell of courage, Arabella raised her skirts to her waist and held her breath as the komtesse appraised her.

“Lovely. What a beautiful black pelt you have.” The aristocrat stepped closer, fingers reaching. Her eyebrow arched in wicked amusement. “I’ll wager it’s quite soft as well.”

Arabella’s breath faltered when those fingers touched her. There.

Coming October 12! Purr by Paisley Smith

Purr

Paisley Smith

Having been caught kissing a servant girl, Arabella suddenly finds herself shackled and bound for Katzenhalle Villa, where she expects to be forced into servitude. Instead, she discovers the mansion is home to other young women with Sapphic penchants—and good behavior is rewarded with kittenhood. All who reside at the villa dream of donning cat ears and tails and earning status as one of the mistress’s “pets”.

There’s one caveat. Romantic entanglements are strictly forbidden, and this poses a problem when Arabella catches the eye of a favored pet, Giselle.

Risking discovery, the women indulge their mutual desire, heated looks escalating to thrilling touches with fingers, mouths…tongues. Until Arabella discovers things are not as purr-fect as they seem at Katzenhalle. While breaking the rules may see them punished, the treachery of falling in love may come at a fatal price.

Reader Advisory: The kittens of Katzenhalle can’t get enough hedonistic sexual attention. They enjoy female/female sex, light BDSM, ménages, multiple partners and even the occasional sensual enema. Meow!

 

Available October 12, 2012!

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An Excerpt From: PURR

Copyright © PAISLEY SMITH, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Disrobe and leave your clothes on the floor,” Petra instructed, then stood back to wait.

Arabella paused. “W-with you in here…with me?”

Petra nodded.

Arabella had never undressed fully in front of anyone else that she could remember. Shame rose when she remembered the paltry condition of her undergarments. Shaking, she turned her back so the servant could begin to unlace the ties on her bodice. The room was warm and Arabella didn’t feel a chill as she shrugged out of her frock. As directed, she dropped the garment on the thick rug. Fingers trembling, she untied the ribbons holding up her skirt and then let the fabric billow downward into a pool around her ankles.

“Everything,” Petra said firmly.

Arabella gulped as she toed off her slippers then steeled herself before whisking her chemise off over her head. Hugging her arms over her breasts, she dashed toward the tub and plunged into the hot water. A gasp tore from her throat at the shock.

Petra chuckled softly. “You will soon lose your reticence. There’s no need for it at Katzenhalle.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked, quickly adjusting to the soothing effect of the scented water.

“It will be necessary for you to be comfortable wearing very little clothing if you are to eventually become one of the komtesse’s kittens.”

“Kittens?”

Petra nodded. “The komtesse will explain the details but, yes, most of us wish to earn her favor and join the ranks of the kittens.”

Arabella took up a sponge and began scrubbing one arm. “I don’t understand.”

Petra leaned closer as she whispered, “You were brought here because of your partiality for females, weren’t you?”

A torrid blush infused Arabella’s cheeks. She clamped her lips shut.

“There’s no shame in it. We all were,” Petra confessed.

“But what does that have to do with—” Arabella began before Petra shushed her.

A hidden door in the wall flung open and another servant paraded in, bearing a jeweled case. “I am Eleanor. I am here to coif your hair.”

As the servants thoroughly bathed Arabella, washed her hair and then neatly snipped the ends, she pondered all she’d learned thus far. Petra’s words gave credence to the look the komtesse had bestowed on her. There had been blatant sexual interest in the aristocrat’s eyes. Still, Arabella could not discern whether Katzenhalle merely posed as a safe haven for wayward women or if these walls harbored a deeper, darker secret.

Yet another servant appeared who manicured Arabella’s finger and toenails, trimming and buffing until they gleamed in the light. Petra helped her dress in the uniform, a cherry-and-white striped ensemble with a shepherdess-style skirt. Swan-white stockings and embroidered slippers completed the outfit. She had never worn such costly clothing, and she couldn’t resist preening in front of the looking glass.

Petra smiled. “I am to take you to the komtesse for approval.”

Arabella thanked Eleanor and the manicurist before she followed Petra through the meandering hallways and down the stairs to what appeared to be a study. Her uncle’s house boasted only six rooms. The sheer massiveness of the mansion was not lost on Arabella.

Liveried guards served as sentries, their powdered wigs immaculate as they stood expressionless at the open doorway.

The komtesse sat behind a gilt desk that faced the massive hearth. She rose. “Ah, Arabella. This is quite a welcome change indeed.”

Both Petra and Arabella curtsied.

“Turn around for me. Let me see you in your entirety,” the komtesse cooed.

Arabella revolved slowly, knowing the pride she felt at being turned out so well shone on her face.

The komtesse smiled, but the display of pleasure held no mirth. Something devious lurked in the woman’s eyes. “Lift your skirts and show me your cunny.”

Arabella’s breath froze in her lungs. What? She cleared her throat. “Pardon me?”

The komtesse motioned with her fingers. “Come, girl, lift them up. Let me see.”

Arabella glanced at Petra, who merely stood waiting, chewing her bottom lip.

“Silly goose, pull up your skirts. That humility will get you nowhere at Katzenhalle,” the komtesse said impatiently.

Shaking, Arabella slowly gathered her skirts and lifted the fabric over the tops of her ribboned stockings to bare her thighs.

“Higher.”

A voice in her head confirmed she’d wanted this. She’d wanted to be intimate with another woman, so why was she so frightened when the opportunity was clearly presenting itself? Even Petra had told her everyone here sought to earn the komtesse’s favor. In a swell of courage, Arabella raised her skirts to her waist and held her breath as the komtesse appraised her.

“Lovely. What a beautiful black pelt you have.” The aristocrat stepped closer, fingers reaching. Her eyebrow arched in wicked amusement. “I’ll wager it’s quite soft as well.”

Arabella’s breath faltered when those fingers touched her. There.

News and New Releases!

I received two acceptances in one weekend!

I contracted my lesbian, kinky historical, Purr, with Ellora’s Cave, and another historical set in the gritty 1950s South, Every Waking Hour, with Loose Id.

I also have a couple of short stories that have recently released ~

Cymone’s Dominatrix

On the eve of the games, gladiatrix, Cymone, prepares herself by submitting to her equally deadly lover, Appolonia.
Appolonia knows exactly what it takes to force the gladiatrix prima to her knees—and keep her there. The lethal warrior-woman has stolen Appolonia’s heart. But when you are fated to die on the sands, love comes with a high price.

Excerpt:

Appolonia finished her wine and looked across the table to where another Hellene, Cymone, sat staring into her cup.

Cymone. Gladiatrix prima. She dominated on the sands, knowing just how long to drag out a fight so that the crowd cheered her to victory again and again, knowing how to make a spectacle of dealing the death blow to anyone unlucky enough to have to face her. She was a true champion, an entertainer who’d risen far above her status as a slave to become one of the most celebrated gladiatrices of her time. A scar marred her olive-skinned cheek, but to Appolonia, the imperfection only made Cymone that much more intriguing, that much more beautiful.

For all her prowess in the arena, however, Cymone delighted in darker pleasures of the flesh and Appolonia was pleased the gladiatrix had chosen her as her lover. Most nights, they lay in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing, bringing each other release before succumbing to the god, Hypnos’ spell. But on the evening before an appearance on the sands, Cymone allowed Appolonia a far firmer hand.

Appolonia squeezed her thighs together in anticipation. Any moment, Cymone would rise, giving the signal for her to follow.

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“Even the ravens of the Tower sat silent and immovable on the battlements and gazed eerily at the strange scene. A Queen about to die!” George John Younghusband

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Fortune’s erotic dreams featuring a black-haired beauty who beckons her from another time and place have lured her to the Tower of London. As the images intensify, she discovers a world of witchcraft and magic, of dark lust and death that threatens to drag her back every time she closes her eyes. But facing her past—and the Tower raven stalking her—just might change Fortune’s future.

Excerpt~

Touch me,” my lover pleaded, her voice but a broken whisper as she took my hand to guide it under her nightrail to the soft thatch of curls between her thighs.
I did not need coaxing. Love surged as I sought her delicate folds in the darkness. Her breathing hitched and her thighs parted for my touch. Already slick with her juices, my fingers slid easily over the swollen pearl and then into the wet-velvet of her sheath. Her hands drew me closer under the covers and I realized I could not get close enough to her. The need to fuse with her body, nay, her soul, rose hard within me.
Light from the fire flickered, casting her face in a glimmer of shadows, but I did not miss her impassioned expression. Sweet lavender emanated from her luxurious, inky locks. With her lips parted and her wealth of black lashes resting against her cheeks, I found her incredibly beautiful. Bewitchingly so.
I ached to kiss her, and I craned my neck until my lips brushed hers. Her eyes flew open, and we stared at each other for several steep seconds until she lifted her chin, fusing her mouth with mine.
Wild desire raged inside me. Still kissing her, I compelled her onto her back and I moved over her, parting her knees with mine, opening her treasures to my touch. My tongue slipped between her lips, and she accepted it, grasping my head in her hands, spearing her fingers into my hair to hold me captive.
She did not have to hold me. My heart was already her willing prisoner. As much as I wanted to please her, I wanted to protect her, to secret her away from this place and hide her from the world. From court. From him.

*The Night Crow is also featured in the She Shifters anthology

Licks

Licks_c_400x600From National Bestselling Author, Delilah Devlin, and Amazon Bestseller Paisley Smith, comes Licks, a collection of eight scrumptious lesbian tales, ranging from succulent and sensual to tempting and taboo.
Climb aboard a Harley with a butch beauty in Riding Bitch. Satisfy your craving for unrepentant girl-on-girl sex in The Out-of-Towner. Travel back in time to 18th century Paris in Bordello. A sexy femme submits in The Hired Hand. Celebrate a first lesbian encounter in My Best Friend’s Birthday and take a wild ride with your favorite toy in The Only Game in Town.
These irresistible stories and more invite the reader to savor that delectable flavor of the ultimate in lesbian erotica.
 
Read an excerpt from Riding Bitch by Paisley Smith~
She returned and traded helmets with me. I watched her don hers, my mouth going dry at the sight of her in her easy fitting jeans and that thin, thin tank. Obviously, she wore nothing underneath her skimpy top. Her breasts were small, no bigger than mine had been when I’d first worn a training bra. I wondered about the sensation of kissing them, cupping them as she fingered me. Wetness dampened my panties.
“Think you can get that on over those pigtails?” she asked and gave one a lighthearted tug.
I slipped the helmet on my head, feeling as if I looked ridiculous in it. I don’t know why I thought that. Lindsey looked pretty fucking hot in hers.
After I fumbled unsuccessfully with the chin strap, she closed the distance between us and fastened it for me. Heat radiated off her lean, muscular body. Being this close made my insides quiver, and just knowing a woman’s body lurked beneath that boyish exterior did crazy things to me. I found myself staring at her lips, wishing she’d make the first move and kiss me.

Charmed in the Big Easy by Delilah Devlin and Paisley Smith - Coming June 6

I’m so excited about the second book in the Femme Noir series. I love this book more than the first one. Both stories are filled with eerie cemeteries, sexy, curvy Voodoo Queens, seductive spells, and a touch of erotic horror.
About Charmed in the Big Easy ~
Femme Noir, Book Two
Under the Rainbow by Paisley Smith
Novice witch MeLeah McKinney is on a mission to retrieve a talisman from the grave of Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. The relic must be energized via a sex-magick ritual—a tall order since MeLeah has no partner. She decides to gather energy at a live sex show on Bourbon Street. She doesn’t count on help from Celestine Laveau’s ghost, who’s crossed the rainbow bridge to bring ecstasy to the young witch—and serve her own agenda.
Defeating an ancient vampire requires not one talisman, but two…
The Mambo’s Door by Delilah Devlin
Ingrid Kassel isn’t in complete control of her witch powers—especially after drinking a double shot of vampire blood. Attempting to retrieve a candle buried with the Voodoo Queen’s daughter, Ingrid angers the spirit guarding the tomb. She finds herself in a shadowy limbo, where the daughter Marie lives in fear of a demon who also desires the relic. In desperation Marie tricks Ingrid, captures her, seduces her, shows her exquisite pleasure while charging the candle with sex magick…for Marie’s own attempt at freedom from the world of the dead.
Publisher’s Note: For the greatest enjoyment, we recommend reading the books of Femme Noir in series order.

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Here’s an excerpt ~
Under the Rainbow
Paisley Smith
She’d told the manager her stage name was Miss Scarlett. “One of twenty-two this week, but who gives a shit,” the manager had said, writing it down.
And now MeLeah heard her name being announced by the DJ. “Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for our premiere solo act, never before seen on the stage, all the way from Hotlanta, Mizzz Scarrrrlet!”
Music pumped. Erotic, heart-pounding music. The vampire blood amped up in response and MeLeah felt as if another person had just invaded her body as she sauntered up the steps and onto the stage. Confidence surged. Her insides tingled in anticipation.
“Where’s your fuck-buddy, sweetheart?” one heckler yelled.
“You need me to come up there and stick a dick to you, girl?” another chimed in.
MeLeah ignored them. She was here to raise the energy in the room to untold heights, to absorb it and reignite the talisman’s power. To do that, she had to entertain.
Everybody was looking.
Everybody was waiting.
MeLeah tossed her toys onto the center-stage bed and let the music seep in as she danced her way to a brass pole.
“Show us them titties!”
She winked at the guy who’d hollered that.
“Maybe she don’t like men,” a woman catcalled. In her Budweiser tank and cut-off shorts, she looked rode hard and put up wet.
A raucous laugh rose, competing with the thumping music. MeLeah seized the pole and let her weight propel her gracefully around it. When she faced the audience again, she plunged her free hand under the devil kitty’s face and rubbed her clit as she performed a dance that would put a seasoned stripper to shame. The combination of being watched and playing with herself sent a wave of heat rippling up her spine.
She heard a growl and realized it had torn from her own throat. Her hand worked faster as she planted her back against the pole and rode it up and down to boisterous encouragement from the crowd.
They watched her. All of them. And MeLeah gloried in it. Never had she felt so seductive and sexy. She withdrew her finger and brought it to her lips, tasting her own slick wetness.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
A female voice rose above the crowd. “Whoo, baby! I got a pussy you can eat!”
The talisman swung, the pendant sweeping the bare flesh of her abdomen as she danced. It was time for more.
The Mambo’s Door
Delilah Devlin
Ingrid gave up fighting the attraction she’d felt since the first moment she’d spied the woman sitting on the porch. Marie’s skin was a pretty café-au-lait, her hair was long and a lustrous, inky black. Her eyes were brown, but with golden lights that reflected the lantern’s glow. Naked, her body was a tomboy’s dream—lush, full curves above and below a trim waist. Marie’s scent ratcheted up Ingrid’s arousal—a pungent mix of herbs and patchouli that drifted over to her with the mambo’s every movement.
The invitation was there. In the half-lidded stare, the pout of her lips, the ruching of her lovely areolas.
Even the slight sway of the cabin on its stilts, the sound of water flooding slowly beneath it, as though the house were a boat drifting on a lazy sea, added an extra layer to the lush invitation. One she wasn’t going to refuse. She had nowhere to go for a few hours anyway. Why not taste the mambo’s passion?
Urgent heat raced through her body, spiking her nipples, swelling her folds. Ingrid slid off her ball cap, released her hair from its clip and shook her head to let it tumble around her shoulders. She scraped her tee from her waistband and pulled it over her head. Then there were hands helping her, pulling down the cups of her bra to bare her breasts.
Ingrid laughed and tossed away her shirt, then unsnapped the bra and let it fall away. She unbuckled her belt, toed off her sneakers and stood while Marie dipped to shove her jeans down her legs.
When she was nude, the two women walked hand-in-hand to the bed and lay down facing one another.
Marie rubbed Ingrid’s nipple. “It’s been so long. C’est bien.”
“I thought time had no meaning here.”
“Even before. I took male lovers with deep pockets. So much easier to manipulate. My mouth on their cocks enslaved them.”
“I’ll bet.” Ingrid bit her lower lip.
“I’ll bet you’d like my mouth here, wouldn’t you, gal?” Marie asked, thumbing a turgid tip.
Ingrid smoothed a hand over the deep curve of Marie’s waist. “Maybe a kiss of introduction first?”
Marie’s mouth stretched. “Come closer, li’l witch.”
Ingrid inched over until their breasts mashed together, warm skin to warm skin, jutting points scraping. In the glow of the oil lamp their skin was burnished a lovely pale gold and deeper amber.
Marie’s eyes glittered, then she closed them, leaning closer to press her lips against Ingrid’s. Ingrid opened, sighing as the other woman’s tongue stroked her bottom lip then slid inside.
A niggling thought slipped into her mind, that she was making love with a dead woman. One she’d just met and whose kiss set her nerve endings tingling and her belly cramping with desire. How much of it was this place? How much the vampire blood that gave her this desperate hunger?
None of that mattered, not the deeper the kiss went.
If this whet’s your appetite, you might want read the first Femme Noir book first.
 

Bitten in the Big Easy

Delilah Devlin and I have contracted a three book lesbian, paranormal series with Ellora’s Cave, Femme Noir. The first of the series is Bitten in the Big Easy out now! Here’s a teaser:
Butterfly by Paisley Smith
Vampire, Narcissa Csintalan has come to New Orleans to meet her sister. Where better for a real vampire to fit in? But as usual, Elena’s late. And besides, Cissy has a raging fang-on for the bar’s sinfully sexy, butch bass player. The bite marks on the songbird’s neck put her at the top of Cissy’s must-feed list.
Butterfly Baudelaire has vowed not to bring home any more “strays.” But the blonde coming on to her has a killer pair of fangs and looks like she knows how to use ‘em. Butterfly’s not banking on the bite Cissy takes out of her heart or the fact more than her well-spanked bottom is in danger from her vampire lover.
Gilded Cage by Delilah Devlin
Since she and her sister were turned by the most notorious female vampire in history, Elena Csintalan wrestles her inner demon on a nightly basis. Other than the occasional priest, she limits her meals to those who truly deserve it. This night, she never expects her limits to be tested—until she steps through the doors of a popular New Orleans haunt and finds herself drawn to a tawny woman with curves so lush her eyeteeth spike. Before she knows it, she finds herself dangling inside an iron cage, one frighteningly familiar. And the punishment she endures is oh so divine…
Despite a surprising empathy she feels for the vampire she’s captured, Cassia proceeds with her coven’s plan to drain Elena of her blood at the height of orgasm to complete a potion that will protect them from Elena’s dam. Cassia scried the darkness coming their way and the monster has a name…the Countess Elizabeth Bathory.
 

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Available Now -
PS_HerBeguilingBrideHer Beguiling Bride by Paisley Smith (a short sequel to Beguiled)
Three years have passed since Belle Holloway gave her heart to Alice O’Malley, the brash woman Union soldiers left on the doorstep of Belle’s Georgia plantation. Now Reconstruction Era taxes threaten their home, and Belle must decide between the female lover whose touch sets her flesh and soul ablaze. Or a cold marriage to a wealthy man and an even colder bed.
In hopes of saving the plantation, Belle and Alice travel to Savannah where doors close at every turn. Until Alice tenders a scandalous proposal that could cost them everything...or offer them the love of a lifetime.

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Get ready for She Shifters!

This site’s brand new, and we’re not quite ready to “go live”, but please check back. When we’re ready, we’ll have plenty of sexy excerpts and fun contests with some very cool prizes. If you’re not sure what we’re about, check out the ABOUT page to read more about the book we worked so hard to produce for your reading pleasure.
She Shifters is ready for pre-order. I promise you will want this book in your hot little hands the moment it releases! Just click on the cover! ~ Delilah Devlin

Available July 10, 2012

She ShiftersCleis Press ISBN-10: 157344796X ISBN-13: 978-1573447966 Format: Trade Paperback
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Take a walk on the wild side…

Following the success of her ground-breaking GIRLS WHO BITE: LESBIAN VAMPIRE EROTICA, best-selling author Delilah Devlin and her contributors deliver another stunning collection.
Shapeshifters—beings both human and animal—ignite our imaginations with visions of primal passions and insatiable hungers. Most commonly seen as dark, masculine demons, these sixteen stories investigate shapeshifter myths from around the world, and add fur and claws to a fresh girl-on-girl blending of physical power and inescapable desires.
Embrace your wild child as you journey through worlds of unexpected delights with some of today’s hottest erotic romance authors, including Sacchi Green, Christine d’Abo, Adele Dubois and Myla Jackson. Fly atop the Tower of London in Paisley Smith’s “The Night Crow.” In Anna Meadows’ “Verde,” feel the burn of a hot Mexican summer. Experience the raw lash of a dragon’s tail in “Scorched Retribution,” then linger in the sensual delights of a furry convention in “She’s Furry Yiffy”.
Prepare to be embraced inside the warm, feathered wings of a phoenix, race through a rain forest morphing from tiger to kingfisher, and watch your lover surrender her seal’s pelt to walk hand-in-hand with you along a cold and lonely shore. In She Shifters, love comes running, slithering, flying—in all shapes of desire.
Delilah Devlin’s one-of-a-kind She Shifters unleashes the wild creature inside us all!
“The Night Crow” by Paisley Smith Driven by erotic dreams, a woman travels to the Tower of London where she realizes one of its famous ravens is a long-ago lover
“Verde” by Anna Meadows A local peach-grower rescues a wounded, mythical bird-shifter, injured when it is blamed for a drought
“Nine Days and Seven Tears” by J.L. Merrow A selkie blown off course inspires an island girl yearning for fulfillment
“Sweetwater Pass” by Angela Caperton Westward bound, a shapeshifter on a wagon train discovers a kindred spirit in an Indian maiden
“Scorched Retribution” by Christine d’Abo A submissive returns home after ten years to regain the heart of her dragon lover
“Thwarting the Spirits” by Michael M. Jones A cobra and a mongoose struggle against a curse that turns lovers into mortal enemies
“She’s Furry Yiffy” by Adele Dubois A hot-bodied shapeshifter finds more than a hook-up at an X-rated Fur Con
“Totem” by Karis Walsh A Tlingit shaman shifts through her animal spirits to win the heart of her true love
“Sneak” by Giselle Renarde A shifter and a whore hatch a plan to satisfy a spell that demands one be a mouse
“Purrfect in Venezia” by Myla Jackson A woman returns to the magic of Venice’s Carnival hoping to reunite with her feline lover
“The Dragon Descending” by Sacchi Green Only a girl with a fierce pirate spirit could rouse the sleeping dragon of Ha Long bay
“All the Colors of the Sun” by Victoria Oldham After meeting a mysterious girl at the beach, a woman risks the flame of a phoenix’s embrace
“The Handler” by Tahira Iqbal Can a reclusive wolf allow her beautiful, but tough handler to protect her without falling for her?
“Bound with Bronze” by Chris Kouju A guardian spirit clashes wills with an intriguing enemy in the Malayan rainforest
“Catnip” by Delilah Devlin A cat-woman doll found at a garage sale reveals a lonely woman’s magical destiny
“Belling the Kat” by J.L. Merrow Two bridesmaids conspire to hide one girl’s furry little tail
About The Authors
Angela Caperton writes eclectic erotica that challenges genre conventions. Look for her stories published with Black Lace and eBury Publishing, Cleis, Circlet, Coming Together, Drollerie, eXtasy Books, Renaissance, and in the indie magazine Out of the Gutter.
Christine d’Abo loves writing in the worlds of sci-fi, BDSM, and romance. By combining the elements of those genres, Christine creates the types of stories she loves to read. Christine is currently published with Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, Berkley Heat, and Cleis Press.
Adele Dubois is an award-winning, multipublished erotic romance author and former newspaper and magazine columnist, features writer, and foreign correspondent. When not on the beach, she and her family enjoy their rural eastern Pennsylvania home, where she is currently working on her next novel.
Sacchi Green writes in western Massachusetts. Her stories have appeared in a hip-high stack of publications with erotically inspirational covers, and she’s also edited or co-edited seven volumes of erotica, including Girl Crazy, Lesbian Cowboys (winner of the 2010 Lambda Literary Award for lesbian erotica), Lesbian Lust, and Lesbian Cops.
Tahira Iqbal is a UK-based writer who currently works in the film and TV industry, but writing is and will always be her first love. You can find her work, an erotic vampire short story “The Queen,” in the Red Velvet and Absinthe anthology published by Cleis Press.
Myla Jackson pens wildly sexy adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and paranormals with beasties of all shapes and sizes. When not wrangling words from her computer with the help of her canine muses, she’s snow skiing, boating, or riding her ATV.
Michael M. Jones is a writer, editor, and book reviewer, which often leads to interesting conversations at family get-togethers. His stories have appeared in Rumpled Silk Sheets, Like A Queen, Like A God’s Kiss, Masked Pleasures, and more. He is the editor of the forthcoming Like A Cunning Plan: Erotic Trickster Tales.
Chris Kouju, a Malaysian writer, usually pens fantasy, science fiction, and an obscene amount of slashfic. Although lesbian erotica is not something she typically writes, she will lay hands on anything. Armed with a master’s in creative writing, she is determined to finish her first novel in gorgeous, chilly Scotland.
Anna Meadows is a part-time executive assistant, part-time Sapphic housewife. Her work appears in six Cleis Press anthologies, including Girls Who Bite. She lives and writes in northern California.
J.L. Merrow is that rare beast, an English person who refuses to drink tea. She writes across genres, with a preference for contemporary gay romance and the paranormal, and is frequently accused of humor.
Victoria Oldham is an editor of lesbian fiction and has published erotica in Girls Who Bite, Where the Girls Are, Women in Uniform, Skulls and Crossbones, and Blue Collar Lesbians. She lives in England with her partner and enjoys tromping through ruins.
Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than fifty short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and My Mistress’ Thighs. Ms. Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
Paisley Smith is a full-time freelance writer and can usually be found in front of her computer either writing, chatting, promoting, or plotting. It’s a glamorous life…working in one’s pajamas. She attended college in the Deep South, where she obtained a slew of totally useless degrees and developed an unrelenting sense of humor.
Karis Walsh is a horseback riding instructor in the Pacific Northwest. She is the author of Harmony and Worth the Risk (January 2012), both from Bold Strokes Books.

 

Coming 2012 From Cleis Press

Girls_Who_Score_thumbEven though they may not get a lot of action on the field after high school and college, girl jocks always manage to see a lot of action off the field. Because female athletes have an easy confidence about them, a natural nonchalance, and usually a killer bod, that draws all kinds of women to them – straight, lesbian, bisexual, curious, questioning, you name it.
Women are competitive by nature, whether they play sports or games. Women play hard and love harder. They don’t just score – they keep track.
Girls Who Score is filled with story after story of complex, intriguing women engaging in all kinds of, ahem, contact sports. Sinclair Sexsmith contributes "A Good Workout" at the gym with lots of hot action in the steam room and Gina Marie has two women boxers going at it in every way in her ever-so-sexy "Blood Lust." Delilah Devlin's soccer champs have a very good time in "Playing the Field," and Elle's "Game Over" has a cheerleader who "trains" a freshmen each year to serve her every need. Sporty dykes aren’t always playing ball, so to speak. After all, scuba divers and gym bunnies are in fact athletes and editor Ily Goyanes features lesbian jocks of every stripe in this sweet and sweaty volume.

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    Girls Who Score features Paisley Smith’s Cymone’s Dominatrix
Appolonia finished her wine and looked across the table to where another Hellene, Cymone, sat staring into her cup. Cymone. Gladiatrix prima. She dominated on the sands, knowing just how long to drag out a fight so that the crowd cheered her to victory again and again, knowing how to make a spectacle of dealing the death blow to anyone unlucky enough to have to face her. She was a true champion, an entertainer who’d risen far above her status as a slave to become one of the most celebrated gladiatrices of her time. A scar marred her olive-skinned cheek, but to Appolonia, the imperfection only made Cymone that much more intriguing, that much more beautiful. For all her prowess in the arena, however, Cymone delighted in darker pleasures of the flesh and Appolonia was pleased the gladiatrix had chosen her as her lover. Most nights, they lay in each other’s arms, kissing and caressing, bringing each other release before succumbing to the god, Hypnos’ spell. But on the evening before an appearance on the sands, Cymone allowed Appolonia a far firmer hand. Appolonia squeezed her thighs together in anticipation. Any moment, Cymone would rise, giving the signal for her to follow.

Get Ready for She Shifters!

 

This site’s brand new, and we’re not quite ready to “go live”, but please check back. When we’re ready, we’ll have plenty of sexy excerpts and fun contests with some very cool prizes. If you’re not sure what we’re about, check out the ABOUT page to read more about the book we worked so hard to produce for your reading pleasure.

She Shifters is ready for pre-order. I promise you will want this book in your hot little hands the moment it releases! Just click on the cover!  ~ Delilah Devlin

 

Available July 10, 2012

She ShiftersCleis Press
ISBN-10: 157344796X
ISBN-13: 978-1573447966
Format: Trade Paperback

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Take a walk on the wild side…

Following the success of her ground-breaking GIRLS WHO BITE: LESBIAN VAMPIRE EROTICA, best-selling author Delilah Devlin and her contributors deliver another stunning collection.

Shapeshifters—beings both human and animal—ignite our imaginations with visions of primal passions and insatiable hungers. Most commonly seen as dark, masculine demons, these sixteen stories investigate shapeshifter myths from around the world, and add fur and claws to a fresh girl-on-girl blending of physical power and inescapable desires.

Embrace your wild child as you journey through worlds of unexpected delights with some of today’s hottest erotic romance authors, including Sacchi Green, Christine d’Abo, Adele Dubois and Myla Jackson. Fly atop the Tower of London in Paisley Smith’s “The Night Crow.” In Anna Meadows’ “Verde,” feel the burn of a hot Mexican summer. Experience the raw lash of a dragon’s tail in “Scorched Retribution,” then linger in the sensual delights of a furry convention in “She’s Furry Yiffy”.

Prepare to be embraced inside the warm, feathered wings of a phoenix, race through a rain forest morphing from tiger to kingfisher, and watch your lover surrender her seal’s pelt to walk hand-in-hand with you along a cold and lonely shore. In She Shifters, love comes running, slithering, flying—in all shapes of desire.

Delilah Devlin’s one-of-a-kind She Shifters unleashes the wild creature inside us all!

“The Night Crow” by Paisley Smith
Driven by erotic dreams, a woman travels to the Tower of London where she realizes one of its famous ravens is a long-ago lover

“Verde” by Anna Meadows
A local peach-grower rescues a wounded, mythical bird-shifter, injured when it is blamed for a drought

“Nine Days and Seven Tears” by J.L. Merrow
A selkie blown off course inspires an island girl yearning for fulfillment

“Sweetwater Pass” by Angela Caperton
Westward bound, a shapeshifter on a wagon train discovers a kindred spirit in an Indian maiden

“Scorched Retribution” by Christine d’Abo
A submissive returns home after ten years to regain the heart of her dragon lover

“Thwarting the Spirits” by Michael M. Jones
A cobra and a mongoose struggle against a curse that turns lovers into mortal enemies

“She’s Furry Yiffy” by Adele Dubois
A hot-bodied shapeshifter finds more than a hook-up at an X-rated Fur Con

“Totem” by Karis Walsh
A Tlingit shaman shifts through her animal spirits to win the heart of her true love

“Sneak” by Giselle Renarde
A shifter and a whore hatch a plan to satisfy a spell that demands one be a mouse

“Purrfect in Venezia” by Myla Jackson
A woman returns to the magic of Venice’s Carnival hoping to reunite with her feline lover

“The Dragon Descending” by Sacchi Green
Only a girl with a fierce pirate spirit could rouse the sleeping dragon of Ha Long bay

“All the Colors of the Sun” by Victoria Oldham
After meeting a mysterious girl at the beach, a woman risks the flame of a phoenix’s embrace

“The Handler” by Tahira Iqbal
Can a reclusive wolf allow her beautiful, but tough handler to protect her without falling for her?

“Bound with Bronze” by Chris Kouju
A guardian spirit clashes wills with an intriguing enemy in the Malayan rainforest

“Catnip” by Delilah Devlin
A cat-woman doll found at a garage sale reveals a lonely woman’s magical destiny

“Belling the Kat” by J.L. Merrow
Two bridesmaids conspire to hide one girl’s furry little tail

About The Authors

Angela Caperton writes eclectic erotica that challenges genre conventions. Look for her stories published with Black Lace and eBury Publishing, Cleis, Circlet, Coming Together, Drollerie, eXtasy Books, Renaissance, and in the indie magazine Out of the Gutter.

Christine d’Abo loves writing in the worlds of sci-fi, BDSM, and romance. By combining the elements of those genres, Christine creates the types of stories she loves to read. Christine is currently published with Ellora’s Cave, Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, Berkley Heat, and Cleis Press.

Adele Dubois is an award-winning, multipublished erotic romance author and former newspaper and magazine columnist, features writer, and foreign correspondent. When not on the beach, she and her family enjoy their rural eastern Pennsylvania home, where she is currently working on her next novel.

Sacchi Green writes in western Massachusetts. Her stories have appeared in a hip-high stack of publications with erotically inspirational covers, and she’s also edited or co-edited seven volumes of erotica, including Girl Crazy, Lesbian Cowboys (winner of the 2010 Lambda Literary Award for lesbian erotica), Lesbian Lust, and Lesbian Cops.

Tahira Iqbal is a UK-based writer who currently works in the film and TV industry, but writing is and will always be her first love. You can find her work, an erotic vampire short story “The Queen,” in the Red Velvet and Absinthe anthology published by Cleis Press.

Myla Jackson pens wildly sexy adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and paranormals with beasties of all shapes and sizes. When not wrangling words from her computer with the help of her canine muses, she’s snow skiing, boating, or riding her ATV.

Michael M. Jones is a writer, editor, and book reviewer, which often leads to interesting conversations at family get-togethers. His stories have appeared in Rumpled Silk Sheets, Like A Queen, Like A God’s Kiss, Masked Pleasures, and more. He is the editor of the forthcoming Like A Cunning Plan: Erotic Trickster Tales.

Chris Kouju, a Malaysian writer, usually pens fantasy, science fiction, and an obscene amount of slashfic. Although lesbian erotica is not something she typically writes, she will lay hands on anything. Armed with a master’s in creative writing, she is determined to finish her first novel in gorgeous, chilly Scotland.

Anna Meadows is a part-time executive assistant, part-time Sapphic housewife. Her work appears in six Cleis Press anthologies, including Girls Who Bite. She lives and writes in northern California.

J.L. Merrow is that rare beast, an English person who refuses to drink tea. She writes across genres, with a preference for contemporary gay romance and the paranormal, and is frequently accused of humor.

Victoria Oldham is an editor of lesbian fiction and has published erotica in Girls Who Bite, Where the Girls Are, Women in Uniform, Skulls and Crossbones, and Blue Collar Lesbians. She lives in England with her partner and enjoys tromping through ruins.

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to more than fifty short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and My Mistress’ Thighs. Ms. Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Paisley Smith is a full-time freelance writer and can usually be found in front of her computer either writing, chatting, promoting, or plotting. It’s a glamorous life…working in one’s pajamas. She attended college in the Deep South, where she obtained a slew of totally useless degrees and developed an unrelenting sense of humor.

Karis Walsh is a horseback riding instructor in the Pacific Northwest. She is the author of Harmony and Worth the Risk (January 2012), both from Bold Strokes Books.

Always Room for Four with Guest Blogger, Lynn LaFleur

 

Always_Room_for_Four I discovered Ellora’s Cave back in 2002 by following a link from an author’s website. Whoa! I was so excited to find a publisher who didn’t close the bedroom door. I bought one book, read it, and was immediately hooked.

I’d published three sensual romances with another e-publisher, but longed to write something more edgy, and definitely sexier. My problem was I’d never used “those words” in a book. I don’t even say them in real life, so didn’t know how I could use them in a book. My two wonderful critique partners urged me to go for it. That’s how The Birthday Gift was born.

Now nine years and twenty-five Ellora’s Cave books later, I decided it was time to tell Patrick’s story. He was introduced in The Birthday Gift, the hero’s cousin and the third person of the ménage. I wanted him to meet the woman of his dreams, but I also wanted that woman to have a past relationship with another woman.

Writing about two women together was a first for me. So was writing a foursome. I had an absolute blast doing it.

Here’s a little taste of Always Room for Four. I hope you enjoy it.

* * * * *

Tera looked at Amanda’s soft hand on top of hers. So many times in college, that hand had touched Tera with tenderness and passion. She and Amanda had remained friends for years, yet had never been lovers again. They’d both become involved with the men they planned to marry. Anything between them had been pushed aside to make room for their soon-to-be husbands.

Tera no longer had a soon-to-be husband, but she had her best friend close enough to touch.

Turning her hand over, she laced her fingers with Amanda’s. She focused on their hands as she asked her next questions. “What about us? Does this foursome include us being together, or would we only be with the guys?”

Amanda remained silent. Afraid she’d said the wrong thing, Tera lifted her gaze to her friend’s face. “Would you like that?” Amanda asked softly. “Because I would.”

That confession surprised Tera almost as much as Amanda’s idea of a foursome. “You would?”

“We haven’t been together in a long time, but I’ve thought about it.”

“You never said anything.”

Amanda shrugged one shoulder. “I figured you weren’t interested anymore since you had Roger.”

“You had Jake.”

“That doesn’t mean I stopped caring for you.”

There hadn’t been anything sexual between them in seven years. After that much time, it shouldn’t seem so natural for Tera to lean closer to Amanda and kiss her tenderly. Yet it seemed as natural as drawing her next breath.

Amanda’s lips were just as soft as she remembered, just as giving beneath hers. Tera parted her lips, her tongue searched for Amanda’s. When she touched it, Tera inhaled a sharp breath. She gripped Amanda’s hand, tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Amanda answered each stroke of tongue, each slide of lips.

Blindly reaching out, Tera found Amanda’s other hand and gripped it too. She moaned low in her throat when Amanda’s tongue swept over her lips. She scooted to the edge of her chair, needing to be closer, needing to touch more of the woman seated next to her.

Much sooner than she would have liked, Tera ended the kiss. She rested her forehead against Amanda’s, wanting to continue but knowing they couldn’t at this time since Jake and Patrick waited for them in the bar. “We have to stop.”

“I know.” Amanda’s voice sounded thready, breathless. She squeezed both of Tera’s hands. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” She moved back so she could look into Amanda’s gorgeous blue eyes. “Tell me again why we stopped making love.”

“Stupidity?”

“Well, I won’t make that mistake again.”

Amanda laughed and Tera joined her. She slid from her chair, tugged Amanda to her feet to hug her. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” Amanda moved back, but kept her hands on Tera’s waist. “No matter what you decide about Jake and Patrick, you and I need some time together.”

The thought of pressing her naked body against Amanda’s made her clit gently pulse. “Yes, we do.”

About Lynn

Lynn LaFleur was born and raised in a small town in Texas close to the Dallas/Fort Worth area. Writing has been in her blood since she was eight years old and wrote her first “story” for an English assignment.

As well as writing at every possible moment, Lynn enjoys reading, scrapbooking, photography, and learning new things on the computer. She’s a software junky and loves to try out new programs, especially anything to do with graphics.

After living on the West Coast for 21 years, Lynn now lives 17 miles from her hometown in Texas. She’s a romantic at heart and can’t imagine ever writing anything but romances. A full-time writer, she spends her days creating stories of people who find their happily-ever-after, sometimes with the help of an alien or psychic or vampire.
Email: lynn@lynnlafleur.com
Website: www.lynnlafleur.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lynn.lafleur
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/lynn_lafleur

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A Taste of Lesbian Vampire Erotica with guest blogger, Adele Dubois

 

281399_2326712491744_1367625546_32808729_5574987_n When the opportunity to write a steamy short story for the GIRLS WHO BITE anthology came about, I wondered if I could handle the demands of a vampire tale. Vampires are dangerous, scary creatures, and I didn’t know if I could reach that dark place in my imagination. Add lesbian heroines to the story mix and my footing turned less sure. Though I’d included bi-sexual characters in my books for years, I knew less about the lesbian lifestyle than I did vampire lore.

 

Yet, the challenge intrigued me. Like an author enthralled by a vampire queen, I answered the call. I wanted to be part of something groundbreaking with other authors I admired. Girl on girl love is the last frontier of the mainstream erotic romance sub-genre. Man love stories, often written by straight women, have long been a staple of the erotic romance market. Conversely, their counterparts have been noticeably absent. The artist in me couldn’t resist writing something unique for both a straight and gay female readership.

Happily, I was able to create a story true to my voice. “The Crystal Altar” was named one of four story favorites by Love Romance Passion reviewer Susan Scholes. Reviewer Amos Lassen called the fifteen-story anthology, “literary erotica.” I couldn’t be more thrilled.

THE CRYSTAL ALTAR

by Adele Dubois

An original 4,500 word steamy short first published in the GIRLS WHO BITE lesbian vampire erotica print anthology from Cleis Press, September 2011.

Edited by Delilah Devlin.

©Adele Dubois 2011

“Literary erotica.” ~Amos Lassen

“Five stars!” ~Love Romance Passion

An ancient crystalline cavern becomes the setting for a most unusual birthday party…

Excerpt:

Morgan wrapped her arms around Rosa’s waist and deepened the kiss. She touched her tongue to Rosa’s, and then slid it inside her lover’s mouth.

Rosa sucked in greedy little pulls. Then she licked and nipped Morgan’s bottom lip before pressing her mouth again to hers.

It was the ultimate turn-on to be wanted.

She lowered her mouth to the pulse beating against Rosa’s neck and sucked the spot with deep, hard tugs. Her teeth grazed the delicate skin and nipped until bruises formed. She swirled her tongue over the dappled plum marks and savored the taste of Rosa’s sweet flesh as blood pooled just below the surface.

Rosa leaned away and touched her neck. Tiny lines formed between her eyebrows as her eyes flashed with uncertainty. “Why did you do that?”

Morgan cradled Rosa’s breasts and lifted them higher, watching her hands squeeze and release. “I was marking you. I want to make sure the freaks at the party know you’re taken.”

Rosa laughed. “You’re jealous? I worried you’d gone Goth on me, like your whacko cousin. She probably drinks blood for sport.”

Morgan rolled her eyes. “Wouldn’t surprise me. She likes to pretend she’s a vampire. She and her entourage go to dungeon clubs in the city.” Morgan inspected the love bite on Rosa’s neck. “That looks kind of cool, though. I like it.”

*****

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