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Sunday, 18 February 2018

A Book of Two Blurbs - Wickedly Used #new #release #Regency #romance #waterloo #excerpt

My latest romance, a dark Regency tale is released today, but my publisher sent me two blurbs.


Read on to find out.

The longer version tells readers so much more - and it had me fanning myself!

Extended Blurb

While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publisher’s Note: Wickedly Used: A Dark Regency Romance includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Here's the short version

I know which I prefer

Short Blurb
Elizabeth is an heiress to one of the largest fortunes in England, but she cannot touch her inheritance until she marries or turns thirty, and her cruel uncle has used that fact to his advantage and treats her as no more than a servant.

Lord Rothbury knows that he must marry into money so that his sisters can have the life he wants for them, and when he finds himself falling in love with a girl he believes to be a servant he tries to forget her. But letting go of Elizabeth proves much more difficult than he expected…

Which one works for you?


The dragoon bristled when he glowered at Dawlish. Catching both her wrists in one hand, her rescuer held her at arms’ length. The breadth of his chest fascinated her, and she could sense his inner strength. She shuddered then stilled, but her heart still beat overtime in her chest.
Dawlish was older, with a thickset body and a mouth as mean as her uncle’s. Her dragoon’s good looks and protective manner delighted her. He had stepped in and saved her, sort of, but his gaze condemned her as Dawlish’s whore. He felt more friend than foe, but he looked ready to march away when she needed him to stay.
Lifting her head, she tried to sound brave. “Please, sir, let me pass.”
When he didn’t move, she tugged one hand free of his hold and shoved at his chest. He recaptured it in an instant. “Damn it, girl. Stand still for a minute.”
His touch sent a series of lightning strikes down her spine. Her nipples pearled and poked at the thin fabric of her gown. With him, she could fulfill her wickedest dream. The one where she gave her virginity to a handsome stranger. Memories of a stolen moment of passion would sustain her until she turned thirty—she hoped.
Dawlish snarled like a mongrel ready to fight over a bone. He still fumbled to lace up his breeches. “I saw her first. Come here, girl. I’ll pay whatever price you demand once you’ve spread your thighs for me.”
Self-conscious and horrified, Elizabeth stared at the ground. After six years of her cousins’ insults, she felt like the nonentity they called her. She hated that. Back before her parents died, she’d felt pretty. Her mother had told her that her hair shone like moonlight and her eyes gleamed like the palest topaz.
Washed out, her cousins called them.
For her dragoon, she wanted to be beautiful. She took a step closer to him. “I’m not here by choice, sir. I swear it.”
He spoke softly as if soothing a spooked mare. “Easy, girl. Allow me to escort you back to the Grand Walk.”
Dawlish yanked her wrist free of the dragoon’s grip and dragged her toward him. His touch felt like a million spiders scuttling over her skin. Does the wretched man ever bathe? Solid, square, and sweaty, he leered at her through piggy eyes. “Come on, Blondie, name your price.”
Just when she thought the dragoon’s gaze couldn’t be any colder, it turned into an arctic blast. Mouth set in a straight line, he pried Dawlish’s fingers from her wrist. “She’s not willing. Leave her be.”
The vein in Dawlish’s forehead bulged. His cheeks turned mottled scarlet. He shoved at the dragoon’s chest like a schoolboy spoiling for a fight. Her rescuer curled his lip and brushed him aside.
Once Dawlish realized he couldn’t move her dragoon, he shoved Elizabeth behind him. “Rothbury? Playing the hero? After the way you screwed your family? I don’t think so. Lavinia will laugh when I tell her you’ve taken to defending whores. Back off, and mind your own business. This little pigeon’s mine.”
The look the dragoon—Rothbury—gave Dawlish would have curdled milk. The atmosphere felt thick with menace. Elizabeth felt sure there were undercurrents at play here that she didn’t understand.
Rothbury’s jaw clenched with carefully suppressed anger. “The lady’s changed her mind.”
Elizabeth’s cheeks burned. Dawlish made her feel dirty and cheap. She pulled her free of his grip and shoved at his back. When he stared at her over his shoulder, his gaze held a degrading mix of menace and desire. “She’ll be willing once we’ve agreed on the price. Besides, you can have her when I’ve finished.” 

#Regency #Waterloo

Thursday, 15 February 2018

A Chance to meet Old Friend - Best Selling Books of the 20th Century #amreading #books

Books have magic in them. I’ve read, or maybe looked at pictures in, books since I could walk.
I’m always looking for new authors, but maybe it’s time I looked back at some best sellers from the 20th Century.


The only book I recognized from the bestseller lists was from 1902, when Conan Doyle gave us The Hound of The Baskervilles

Winston Churchill – Britain's greatest leader—had books in the fiction best seller lists, but to my shame, I’d never heard of them.

 Owen Wister’s book, The Virginian was a best seller in 1901-1902. The first true cowboy book, it opened up a whole new genre.


In 1911 Frances Hodson Burnett gave us The Secret Garden

Later, this became the decade of the war poets – Siegfried Sassoon among them.

 But death replied: “I choose him.” So he went,
And there was silence in the summer night;


Zane Grey built on the genre Owen Wister had started, having a cowboy story in the bestseller lists every year of the decade. 

My personal favorite of the Decade? When We Were Very Young by AA Milne—but then I’m a sucker for Pooh Bear.


How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie was a non-fiction best seller.

The book of the decade had to be Gone With the Wind by Margret Mitchell. 

I’m happy to report that I’ve read both.


Ernest Hemmingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls, John Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath were big hitters at the start of the decade.

 One non fiction best seller I picked up from my mother’s bookcase. Betty MacDonald’s The Egg and I made me laugh out loud.


Daphne Du Maurier featured in the decades early lists.

DH Lawence burst on to the scene with Lady Chatterly’s Lover.

Boris Pasternack gave us Dr. Zhivago.


Harper Lee penned To Kill a Mockingbird and Harold Robins gave us The Carpet Baggers.

Ian Fleming’s Man with the Golden Gun and You Only Live Twice both appeared in the best seller charts.

By the end of the decade, Michael Crichton had a best seller with The Andromeda Strain


The decade kicked off with Love Story by Erich Segal and John Fowler’s The French Lieutenant’s woman

Frederick Forsyth had bestsellers with The Day of the Jackal, The Odessa File  and The Eagle has Landed. 

In 1979 Sophie’s Choice by William Styron was the years second best seller.


Robert London gave us The Bourne Identity then Steven King terrified us with Pet Semetary.

Jackie Collins and Danielle Steel dominated the saga market while Lois L’Amour picked up the torch for cowboy romance.

 Thrillers were a big hit, with Tom Clancy having the bestselling book of 1989 – Clear and Present Danger

 And finally to the 1990’s

Danielle Steel had best sellers every year of this decade.

We were still wowed by Steven King. 

John Grisham burst onto the scene. His book, The Testament was the best seller of 1999

That was a whistle-stop tour. 
I hope it brought memories of great books.
It certainly did for me. 
Any I’ve missed, please add them in comments.
I’d love to know your favorite 20th Century book. 

About Kryssie Fortune

If you love sexy vampires, possessive werewolves, muscular fae, and ancient Gods, Kryssie’s your girl. Her Otherworld—a place of magic, not machines—stems from local legends and myths. Scattered Siblings is a series of stand-alone books, set there.
The Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge is a series about former military men making a new life in Westhorpe Ridge, North Carolina. Although the stories are interlinked, each can be read as a stand-alone romance.
Kryssie’s a Yorkshire lass, and she’s lucky to live within driving distance of Whitby—the home of all things paranormal and strange. A chunk of To Break a Warrior King’s Curse and To Mate a Werewolf are set there. It's also where Bram Stoker penned Dracula.
She loves mythology and visiting ancient sites although she hasn’t any Yorkshire werewolves—yet.
Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings and cliffhanger endings. 

Sunday, 11 February 2018

Butterfly - Love Never Lies #Thailand #transgender #romance #HFN #Hot #excerpt

My job makes it hard to have a real relationship. I never know where my next project will be, but I can bet that it won’t be in America’s heartland. So I read a lot, and seek my own five-fingered companionship. Busy with my construction gig in the Thai northeast, I didn’t think I needed what Bangkok had to offer.

Then Lek stepped onto the stage at the Butterfly Bar and began to dance. I fell for her during the first five minutes of her set. The weekend we spent together was pure heaven. How could I know our love would drag me through hell?

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 How could I know our love would drag me through hell?t

X-Rated Excerpt

My room was cooler than the muggy night outside, but still humid. The whisper of the air conditioning drowned out the traffic noise from the street. As soon as the door was closed and she had slipped off her shoes, Lek was kneeling in front of me working at my zipper.

I tried to make her rise. “No, you don’t have to do that.”

She frowned, looking disappointed. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”

“Of course I do, but...”

“Then let me,” she said softly. “I want to.” With the hooker, I had to pay extra for a blow job. Lek acted as though I was doing her a favor.

As soon as my fly was open, my penis popped out, full and solid as a sausage. She pursed her lips and mouthed the tip, leaving traces of lipstick on the bulb. Then she slithered her tongue down my length, circling the base with her thumb and forefinger while cupping my balls in her other palm. I groaned. It has been a long time since I known anyone's touch but my own.

“Your cock very nice, Pat,” she murmured, in between mouthfuls. She took me deep into her throat and kept me there, sucking hard, nursing my cock like a baby at its mother’s tit. I’d never felt anything like it.

Already I could feel the cum boiling up from my balls. I began to thrust, jerking my hips, banging the tip of my cock against the back of her throat. She responded by sucking harder, till I felt that her hot vacuum would literally pull the jizz out of me.

I wanted to stop. I didn't want to come so soon. I wanted to be inside her, those graceful, muscular legs wrapped around me, when I came. But she wouldn’t let me go, and finally, I didn’t want her to.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. 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 romancenearly 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.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s 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. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

#Thailand #Bangkok #bargirl #transgender  #multicultural #romance #travel #homophobia

Saturday, 10 February 2018

Are you a Epeolatarer? 10 Words Every Book Lover Should Know. #words #books #romance

Princeps - the first edition of a book.

Foxing – the yellow color you see on the edges of old books.

 Frontispiece — is the piece of artwork on the left (“verso”) side of the page opposite the title page on the right (“recto”) side.

Glossary – where definitions of words unfamiliar to the readers can be found.

Incunabula – Any book printed – not hand written - before the year 1500, but can also mean a book in its early stages.

Bibliosmia  -  The smell of old books. I do love old book shops because of the wonderful smell.


Biblophile – A person who collects or loves books

Book-bosomed describes someone who carries a book at all times. First used in Walter Scotts 1805 poem The Lay of the Last Minstrel. I’m one of these, but I carry a whole library on my kindle.

Librocubicultarist – This one is me. A person who reads in bed.

Epeolatarer   Someone who loves words.


I’ve become obsessed with books over the last few days. Since I now have the rights back for To Break a Warrior King’s Curse, (Previously Curse of the Fae King) I have used Kindle Direct publishing to create a real honest to goodness paperback book.

Paperback buy links

Amazon USA       Amazon Uk       Amazon Japan


Blurb for To Break A Warrior King’s Curse.

Leonidas can fight anything except dark magic.
He inherited his father’s curse along with the Fae throne. Thanks to a rogue witch, if he doesn’t bed a different woman every month, he’ll turn feral. A man can only stand so much meaningless sex. No wonder he hates witches.
When he meets Meena, he intends to seduce her, not love her.

Meena’s a witch who never developed any powers. 
Banished to the mundane world, she masquerades as human. When she accidentally bonds with an escaped war dragon, Leonidas comes to reclaim it. His enemies strip him of his powers, and his month’s almost up.

What happens when he discovers she’s a witch? And how will this warrior king cope when his curse kicks in and forces him into another woman’s bed.

PLEASE NOTE This book was previously sold with the title CURSE OF THE FAE KING.



Thursday, 8 February 2018

Our Love is Here to Stay - by Madison MIchael #Giveaway #excerpt #timetravel #romance

Our Love Is Here To Stay
By Madison Michael

Madison has some fabulous giveaways for this tour. Remember you may visit the other tour stops to increase your chances of winning. You may find those locations here

Romance and TimeTravel Prize Package #1: Includes  Books: Outlander, Time Traveler's Wife and Beyond the Highland Mist and  DVDs: Somewhere in Time, The Lake House, the eBook Our Love Is Here To Stay.
Romance and TimeTravel Prize Package #2: One of the books above and 1 of the DVDs plus the eBook for Our Love Is Here To Stay.
Romance and TimeTravel Prize Package #3: One of the books above or one DVD plus the eBooks Our Love Is Here To Stay.

About the Book: 
Can Love Transcend Time?

Thirty-year old Matthew Herrington is weary of solo nights in strange cities. He is ready for a change. And that is exactly what he gets when he steps into Swing Night at The Green Mill and is instantly immersed in the sights and sounds of another era. Intrigued by the club’s authenticity, Matthew is enchanted when he meets Patty, a mixture of sexy and sweet who steals his heart.

Patty Dennison has never met a man like Matthew in all her twenty-one years. A sophisticated man, he stands out from the usual Swing Night crowd. He is self-assured, smart, charming, and handsome as hell, even if he is a lousy dancer. Once he takes her in his arms, Patty is more than willing to give him a few dance lessons along with her heart.

Repeated missed dates and unanswered phone calls strain the relationship and frustrate the pair. But unraveling their mystery exposes an impossible scenario, one that will torment their sanity and test their love.

How can they make their fairytale last? Can love transcend time?

Buy Links: 
Amazon | All other formats 

 A waitress came to take it off his hands. “Another?” she queried and he nodded agreement, placing a crumpled dollar on her tray. “Too much,” she told him shaking her head no. Matthew was surprised by her response but the tray was covered with loose change so he removed his bill and left the equivalent in quarters. Everything was so inexpensive but the server still needed to make a decent living.
She gave him a grateful smile and turned to move to her next customer, carefully balancing her tray above the heads of the young people around her. In the process, she nudged Matthew slightly causing him to lose his footing and fall gently against another body. Turning to apologize he found himself staring into the clearest, lightest blue eyes he had ever seen. He couldn’t look away.
“Sorry,” he mumbled when he finally regained his composure.
“That’s okay,” she replied with a quick, bright smile. She was lovely, in a wholesome girl next door way. She had her blond hair pulled into a ponytail that curled like a hair product ad, clear-skinned cheeks that were pink with warmth and perhaps exertion, and a curvy body displayed under a bright red sweater and a flared plaid skirt.
Matthew felt his mouth go dry and his palms get sweaty. She did something to him, this fresh faced woman that he found incredibly sexy. Her red lipstick was a slash of bright color mimicking the red of the sweater. Until this moment, bright red lipstick screamed “tough broad, stay away” to Matthew but on this girl it whispered “come hither.”
“Matthew,” he squeaked out, extending his hand to shake hers. Thinking twice about it, he retracted his arm, running his palm against his pants swiftly, and hopefully surreptitiously, before he extended his hand again.
“Patty,” she responded, placing her soft fingers in his large palm. She shook like a girl. After all the bone-breaking handshakes Matthew had endured across the globe, this limp, fingers-only shake surprised him. She looked athletic, not tough but toned, and not sickly pale like most Chicagoans in winter. The handshake didn’t match the image and normally would have bothered him. Nothing about Patty bothered him. Everything about her bothered him.

Author Bio and links:

Madison Michael traded 28 years in Fortune 500 tech and management positions for a chance to spend her days with sassy heroines, sexy, rich heroes and nothing but happy endings. Growing up the daughter of a librarian, she learned to love books, especially classics and romances, and spent winters cuddled under blankets losing herself in books.

Madison is the author of three novels in the Beguiling Bachelor series, as well as several short stories. She is a member of Romance Writers of America.

After living in the northeast, southeast and the west, Maddy returned to her Midwest roots. She lives in Evanston, IL with two feline editorial assistants and great views of Chicago’s famous skyline.

Contact her at:
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