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Wednesday 3 February 2021

5 Fact Thursday - Meet James Benton for Patricia Kiyono's book Lost in Lavender #Regncy #Romance


Five Facts About James Benton:

   1. James Benton, the hero of Lost in Lavender, is modeled after my husband, who gets lost frequently – even in our house!

 2. James, like my hubby is also the youngest child in the family, so they both felt overshadowed by his elder brothers.

3.  He went against family expectations as far as a career

4.    He’s kind to people not in his social circle

5.    He’s happiest when he’s outdoors


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Selina Davison once enjoyed life as a countess, but when tragedy struck, she learned to take care of herself. Thanks to her skill creating hats adorned with realistic silk flowers, she’s built a successful business as a milliner. When a handsome gentleman stumbles into her shop asking for directions, she remembers and yearns for the joy of having someone to share life’s ups and downs.

As the second son of an earl, James Benton could enjoy his social privileges, but the concerns of the gentry hold no interest for him. He’s much happier to be outdoors, tending to his plants, which never judge him. His peerage connections help him secure the position as landscape architect for the winter garden in Highgate, but no one warned him of how complicated the personalities involved would make the job.

A sweet, light Regency romance.



            “I take it that finding your way is a challenge for you.”

He recalled his parents’ exasperation, his brother’s disdain, his sister’s cruel taunts. “To be sure. I’ve always needed a guide. Even when I’m given specific directions, I get turned around. Pointing out landmarks doesn’t seem to help. All the buildings look alike to me.”

“Perhaps someone should put signs on the roads.”

“The only signs that would help me would be those that say specifically, ‘James, you need to turn that way’… with an arrow pointing in the correct direction.”

She peered at him, and the guilelessness in her expression put him at ease. “How do you find your way about the gardens you design?”

“Ah, that’s different. I never get lost outdoors. Each tree, each shrub, each flower has its own personality, and I have no trouble finding my way among them.”

“Perhaps you need to mark your home with plants.”



Wednesday 6 January 2021

5 Facts Thursday – Meet Caltha Dooran, a shapeshifting mermaid from Mermaids Marry in Green


5 facts about Caltha Dooran - heroine of Mermaids Marry in Green

·        1.  She’s a shape shifting mermaid, from an ancient race who have lived incognito among humans for centuries, protected by their ability to change into human shape at will.

·         2In her aquatic shape she is silver grey, with webbed hands and feet, sharp teeth, and a tail – but not a fish tail!

·         3.  She became ruler of the Dooran Clan when her mother died, then assumed responsibility for all the Clans, because no one else can stop them from killing each other.

·         4. She’s a tough fighter, very handy with a blade.

·         5. She has heavy responsibilities, and no time for romance… until a hot warlock turns up!


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Caltha Dooran is the toughest, fiercest shape-shifting mermaid in the western seas. She has three Clans to rule, and no time for romance. But when a warlock, Jonty, turns up and asks her to come with him to London to capture a water monster, she can't say no. In London, away from her duties, her attraction for Jonty grows... and they soon fall under each other's spell. But will his past and her responsibilities pull them apart, or can they find the only true magic, the one that binds two souls together?


The pod shuddered and glided forward. The Houses of Parliament rose before Caltha, drawing her gaze like a magnet. “They’re so beautiful!”

“Like you.” Jonty’s words, low and husky, seemed to fill the space, pushing the air out. Caltha’s breath hitched in her throat. She turned around.

Jonty gave her a wicked grin. “I have another spell for you. I think you’ll like it.”

Her entire body responded like a bird to the bird catcher’s whistle. Like a moth to a flame. But her conscience wasn’t done yet, and it prodded her one more time, murmuring that she was about to do something very wrong. She knew she still had time to change her mind. She could rush to the door, gesture to the attendant on the other side, and ask to be let out. She could remain the good, dutiful, pure mermaid that her mother had raised her to be.

A second passed. Another. Jonty leant against the glass wall. His eyes burned into her, and her last hesitations turned into ashes. Her mother had enjoyed a good marriage. She had known love and pleasure. So why should Caltha deny herself the same joys? She wanted to know what it was like to love and be loved, even if it was just for one night.

The pod ascended into the night sky. Lights danced over, under, and around her. It was as if London was surrounding her with its own magic, urging her to surrender to it. They were rising, leaving all shame below. She was the moth, and he was the flame.

Sometimes, the moth just wants to burn.

She licked her lips. “Show me your magic, warlock.”

Jonty raised a hand and traced a pattern in the air. He murmured words in a language Caltha didn’t understand. She waited, her breath trapped between her lungs and her lips, anticipation tightening every muscle in her body. She stared hard at the space between them, but nothing appeared.

Disappointment lanced her. “Where is the spell?”

Jonty’s rich, deep chuckle rolled over her. “Who says magic has to be seen?”

He clicked his fingers. Something brushed Caltha’s cheek. She raised a hand to shoo the insect away, but her hand only found emptiness. Jonty’s eyes dropped to her chest. Caltha’s shirt pressed itself against her skin and moved up and down against her, as if an invisible hand were stroking her. The fabric rubbed against her nipples, and they hardened instantly, making her breasts ache with need. She spread out her arms and grabbed the metal bar that ran around the pod. “Oh.”

“Do you like that?” Jonty’s wolfish grin widened. The atmosphere in the pod was charged with magic. She could almost see it now, a shimmering current arcing from his body to hers.

“Yes. I like it,” she whispered.

“Do you want more?”

The gleam in his eyes encouraged her, urged her on. She arched her back, offering herself to the supernatural caress. “Yes!”

“Tell me where you want it.” He moved his fingers. Now the invisible hands were massaging her breasts, pinching each nipple in turn, and every stroke added to the delicious pressure building in her core.

“Between my legs … please…” She was begging him, and it should have made her feel ashamed. She had never begged a man for anything, ever. Instead, her helplessness only excited her more. She was like the woman in the film, spread-eagled on the bed, submitting to her warlock’s power. She parted her legs as far as she could and braced herself against the wall. The pod was still rising, and her need was rising with it, pulsating between her thighs. Still the sweet torture went on … and on… She wanted more … she wanted release. Frustration gnawed at her and a soft moan escaped her mouth.


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Saturday 2 January 2021

Taken as theirs by Kryssie Fortune #werewolf #menage #action #adventure #romance


As a fertile woman in an infertile world, no wonder she was TAKEN AS THEIRS.

 Eli gave her his best Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start to our friendship.”

Like a half-drowned kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers, but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.

 Most females were infertile now, whatever their origins – but not Cassie

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As a breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome beasts decided to take her for themselves.

Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?

Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


 They’d buy her, free her, and persuade her to have werewolf babies.


Quick Quiz – About Kryssie 

Cat or dog

Either. I’ve had both and loved them to pieces


Tea or coffee

Coffee. I must be one of the few Brits that loathes tea.


Starter or desert

Starter, every time.


Steak or salmon

Oh, a hard one. I like either. Probably salmon. Then again, steak’s always good


Walk or ride

Assuming it’s a short journey, I’ll always walk. I live on the coast and try to walk on the beach every day.


Beach or mountain



Country or rock

A bit of both. I just enjoy music, whatever genre


Film or book

Always the book. I can picture it my way then.


Dc or Marvel

I always said I was a DC girl, but the Marvel films are better. Wonder woman excepted.


Vampire or Werewolf

Since most of my paranormal romances feature werewolves, I’ve got to say werewolf


About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing Regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop-dead gorgeous.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.


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Wednesday 23 December 2020

5 Fact Thursday -Five Facts about Westhorpe Ridge, the setting the Veterans, Vixens, and Villain's Anthology #holidays 'christmas #newyear #valentines #Labourday


1. Westhorpe Ridge is a small, coastal North Carolina town.

2. Jarad Armstrong, a former marine and retired sniper set up his carpentry business in Westhrope Ridge. Can his marriage of convenience grown into the real thing?.

3. Westhrope Ridge's sheriff, Sean Micheals is a former marine, but he needs all his prowess to bust an international spyring. Can he save his girl when foreign agents kidnap her? 

4. Adam Montgomery, a former army doctor buys into the local practice. Can he rekindle his romance with his high school sweetheart? And how will he react when he learns he has a son?

5. Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, consults Westhorpe Ridge's doctor about his PTSD. Can he get over it? And can he wind Kathryn's heart?  

Three Novellas and one full-length novel to warm your heart. 

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Veterans, Vixens, and Villians contains 

A Christmas novella

A New Year's Eve Novella

A Valentine's novella

A full-length Labour Day Novel. 

If you like hunky heroes and strong heroines, please check this out.

(All professionally edited.)


Marriage, Mobsters and the Marine – A Christmas Story

Abigail, a sexually frustrated school teacher, finds the Dom of her dreams on her final visit to her BDSM club. Tomorrow, she must abandon her sensual games and become the boring woman she shows the world. If she doesn’t marry within weeks, her brother won’t inherit millions. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared, a former marine sniper, agrees to wed her if she pays his family’s debts to get some mobsters off their back. Together they face extortion, kidnapping, and death threats.

Can he keep Abigail alive?

And will some Christmas magic make him forget the submissive he lusts after and make his marriage real?

Sex, Scandal and the Sheriff – A New Year’s Eve Romance

Drugged into a sensual frenzy, Jazz stumbles on an international spy syndicate. She informs the authorities, but thanks to the ensuing scandal, she loses her job. When she has a chance to start over in Westhorpe Ridge, she grabs it with both hands. Everything’s going fine until she meets Sean, the local sheriff—a former navy seal. 

He’s the same man who seduced her and eased her drug induced desires. Believing she’s trouble, he warns her to get out of town. Despite everything, they can’t keep their hands off of each other.

The spies resurface and kidnap Jazz.
Can Sean save her?

And will New Year’s Eve magic forge the relationship they both long for?

Desire Deceit and the Doctor – A Valentine’s Day Romance

Single mom, Mandy, returns to Westhorpe Ridge. So does Adam Montgomery—the man who impregnated her at their high school prom. She never told him about their child.

When Mandy thinks he’s attacking her son, she hits him on the head with an empty bottle. Concussed, he needs to stay overnight in her hotel.

Their passion resurfaces, but is sex all they have between them?
And will he protect Mandy and his son, Ben, when someone tries to kill them?

Can Valentine’s Day magic reunite two lovers who lost their way?
And will he weave some Valentine’s magic to rekindle their love?

Submission, Secrets and the Soldier – A Labour Day Romance

Uptight and repressed, Kathryn’s a good girl who longs to be bad. 

Then circumstances force her to share an apartment with Luke Roberts. Her family threatened to disown her because of it.

Can a former soldier with PTSD help Abigail rebuild failed relationships?
And how will he react when a criminal gang kidnaps her?

Will her Labour Day end in tragedy or romance?

Tuesday 22 December 2020

A Kinky Christmas Carol: Gay BDSM Romance By @LisabetSarai #parnaormal #BDSM #Gay #Romance

The ghost of Christmas Future...

Michael dreams of being a slave. His lover Neil has no clue about his dirty desires; Michael’s too ashamed to share his submissive fantasies with his burly, powerful partner. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together.

 Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom named Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil.

 Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future, or does his true future lie with Neil?

 Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound with the title Tomorrow’s Gifts. It has been revised and re-edited for this release.

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 As soon as we got into the car, I felt the change. I felt him assuming the mantle of power.  He slid the seat back to its furthest extent. “Unzip me,” he ordered. “Suck me off.”

 I rushed to obey.  His cock reared up, huge and rigid. I got onto my knees and stretched across the gear shift. It was awkward, painful even. I rejoiced, knowing that this was his intention.

 The swollen organ bobbed slightly in time with his pulse. A drop of pre-cum glistened in the slit. I stuck out my tongue and gathered it into my mouth, savoring the salty fluid.  Then I swirled my tongue all around the bulb, building the pleasure gradually while I prepared to swallow him.

 “Not so delicate, boy.” I felt Neil’s hand tangle in my hair and tug sharply. The pain sizzled through me. “I said suck.” He pushed my face down onto his cock. His flesh filled my mouth. My nose was buried in his hairy groin. I couldn’t breathe.

 He jerked his hips, slamming the bulb into my palate. I choked and pulled back, trying to find space for the enormous mass he was trying to shove down my throat. He didn’t relent.  Still gripping my hair, he worked my head up and down over his rod.

 I found a rhythm, sucking hard on the upstroke, then grabbing a fast breath before he rammed my face back into his pubis. My jaws ached. My scalp stung. My thighs were sore from supporting my weight, cantilevered across his lap. I didn’t care. It all washed over me. My master was using me for his pleasure. That was the only thing that mattered.

 I felt him tremble, sensed the tightening in his balls just before he came. His jizz nearly drowned me. I swallowed what I could, but I couldn’t help coughing until I was dizzy and the world started to go black.

 “Breathe, boy. Breathe.” I gasped, trying to pull air into my burning throat. Neil searched my face anxiously. “That was too much, wasn’t it? Too hard, too soon?”

 “No, Master,” I whispered hoarsely. “That was perfect.”

About Lisabet

 Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.


Youll find information and excerpts from all Lisabets books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. Shes also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh