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Best Erotic Romance of the Year, vol. 1

BER 2015You know what’s romantic? Erotic romance. Know where to find the most romantic erotic romance of the year? Best Erotic Romance of the Year, (vol. 1). Know what’s really cool? It’s available today.

Kristina Wright, writer, editor and mistress of Cleis Press’s Best Erotic Romance series, is back with another round-up of the best erotic romance the year has to offer, and I’m proud that one of my stories found a place in it. Ms. Wright pulled together some really beautiful work from established favorites like Emerald and Kiki DeLovely, as well as from newer voices like Renee Luke and Crystal Jordan. You’ll also find gorgeous, sexy pieces from my lovely and talented Pillow Talk colleagues, Tamsin Flowers and Jade A. Waters.

My contribution to Best Erotic Romance of the Year is a story called “The Couch”. It involves a cocktail party, a slightly open door, and yes, a massive leather couch. I’ve included an excerpt below. I hope you enjoy. xx.M

Excerpt:

The couch, when they reached it, was even bigger than it looked. She sank into the buttery leather and crossed her legs, feeling like Goldilocks in Papa Bear’s chair. In fact, if she were prone to giggling she would have. Instead, she watched Tom sit down beside her—just close enough to catch a hint of his aftershave. The scent went straight to her head. She felt light-headed, and drunk, though she’d barely touched either the martini or her champagne.

His eyes met hers, and she smiled, allowing the edge of a promise to curve her lips, as she leaned in. God, he smelled good.

“Are you as hard, as I am wet?”

Tom narrowed his eyes. She wasn’t usually so blunt, but they only had one night. She wanted Tom, and she wanted him now.

“Say again?”

Daphne shifted, settling her long legs several inches from his. His eyes flickered down over the bare length, and, for the first time that evening, she saw naked heat flare in the genial warmth of his eyes. Civilized Tom. Nothing civilized there. Pushing her advantage, she leaned in bit further and purred right against his ear.

“Are you as hard as I am wet?”

“I thought that’s what you’d said….”

Daphne held her breath as Tom kissed her neck, sparking pleasure through her skin and right into her bones. Her spine flexed, drawing her close.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I left Singapore.”

Daphne’s breath caught. Tom had never said he wanted to fuck her before—make love, of course, but never fuck. Daphne turned her face, and nuzzled his lips.

“Kiss me, then.”

The kiss was like him—warm and lovely—with a solid edge beneath. He was holding himself back. Normally, she loved that, loved that he had so much to offer that he could hold some in reserve, but right then, she wanted what was simmering beneath. She wanted more of that edge.

“Do you want to leave,” he murmured against her mouth. He tasted of gin and her perfume.

“No, I don’t,” she said. She had come to the party alone. Thanks to this development, she saw no reason to leave. Not yet.

“I want you to make me come,” she said, “right here on this couch.”

Daphne felt his lips curve against her skin.

“Let me close the door….”

“No,” she said. “Leave it alone.”

Slowly, Tom settled back.

“Are you sure?”

Daphne nodded, loving the mixture of concern and lust in his eyes.

“I’m sure. Now, make me come.”

Tom laid her down. The couch hid them from a casual glance, but anyone could have seen them if walked into the room. A fresh gush of heat pooled between her legs as Tom shifted and kissed her again, but driven by her awareness of the open door, Daphne pushed past his sweetness and nipped his bottom lip. He stiffened, surprised. Then he smiled and nipped her back.

Daphne let her hands slip down from his waist to his hips, which were pressed lightly into hers. She could feel him through layers of silk and wool. He was hard and getting harder despite his easy, playful mouth. She arched against him. He felt so good, fit so well into the cleft between her thighs, that her body began to move, a soft undulation at first, and then a demanding grind. His breath hitched. With a grimace, he lifted his hips away.

“Careful, sweet. Or you’ll ruin the game.”

She smiled, enjoying his admission as he parted her legs and half-reclined between them. Then his hands began to move. Nerve endings fluttered between her legs as her nipples peaked, achy and hard. She tilted her head back and sighed. He touched her as if he had a map of her in his mind…he’d always known how to touch her.

Tom stroked her thigh and coaxed her legs open wider, as the silk of her dress pooled just above her waist. Instinctively, Daphne’s abdomen contracted and her hips tilted in demand. He smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Easy, love. We’ll get there.”

The words dropped into the hollow of her ear, electrifying her skin from collarbone to scalp, and sending a shot of aching heat straight through to her cunt. She bit her lip and gripped his lapel, but he’d already moved on, slipping down her straps of her dress to expose her lovely, teardrop breasts.

Daphne shifted, restless beneath his deliberate hand. She was already going mad, and he hadn’t gotten anywhere near her sex. Words formed in her mouth, but she could only gasp when he dipped his head and took her entire breast in his mouth. He suckled hard, flicked her nipple with his tongue as she, so reserved, so habitually quiet, moaned. I sound like a whore, she thought. But she couldn’t help herself.

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The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, vol.1

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It’s ebook release day for The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty Thirty, vol. 1which is pretty damn exciting. I’ve got two stories in this anthology, which began as an audio collection narrated by the magnificent Rose Caraway of The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast, but quickly expanded to include other formats. So, you can get this baby in ebook now, and in print and audiobook formats very soon.

In honor of the great unleashing (because this anthology is so powerfully sexy, “unleash” feels more appropriate than “release”) I have a couple of excerpts for you. The first, from “Barcelona” you can read right HERE. It was first featured in The Mammoth Book of Urban Erotic Confessions, edited by Barbara Cardy, and I’m very happy that it’s gotten fresh life in Rose Caraway’s collection.

“Barcelona” is also featured right now on the KMQ, so you can hear Rose read the whole thing by clicking HERE.

The second is from a story that’s exclusive to this anthology called “The Reader and Her Books”. I love this story, mostly because my fetishistic love of books got to come out and play when I wrote it. Here’s a little taste.

From “The Reader and Her Books”

“Hey, Alexa. What’s in the closet?”

Lexy widened her eyes in that vague, innocent way she’d learned from watching Marilyn Monroe. It was Lexy’s secret weapon—that and the fact that she looked like Marilyn Monroe.

“What closet?”

Her boyfriend, John, smiled.

“That one. You know…the only one in the room.”

Lexy blinked and angled her head.

“Oh! That one? I don’t know…stuff?”

Lexy giggled so that her breasts bounced beneath her robe. It was a calculated move. Lexy’s tits were her greatest asset. In fact, Lexy tits were glorious in ways that poets had once written epics about. John’s eyes drifted lower and she giggled again, gratified when his cock stirred beneath her pretty pink sheets. Then, with obvious effort, John looked away. Lexy sighed. He was a focused sort of person, not easily distracted by what someone had once called Lexy’s “greatest gift.”

“Seriously, Lex. We’ve been dating for five months. What’s in there? A dungeon or something? Have you got all your exes stacked up in there like a pretty, blonde Bluebeard?”

Lexy shrugged, pretending she didn’t know who Bluebeard was.

“I dunno,” she said. “Just a bunch of stuff. You can take a look if you like.”

Inwardly, Lexy flinched. That might have been a mistake…. John sat up, like a hound scenting a fox. Yeah, she thought. Mistake.

With a coy little smile, she slipped her robe off and let it drop to the floor. Lexy naked was the only thing more distracting than Lexy in a robe, and she was banking on good lust to get his mind off that door. Sadly, it didn’t work. Despite his now fully erect cock, John got out of bed on put on his rumpled slacks.

“Really? You’ll let me have a look?”

Lexy’s pulse spiked. Sometimes she was so dumb she wanted to strangle herself. Still, she somehow managed to keep her expression open and sweet.

“Um…yeah. Sure.”

Lexy tossed her curls beguilingly over one eye. Then she shimmied across the room and pressed her creamy, naked self into his suddenly wary frame.

“Of course you can take a look. But first, we could…you know….”

Lexy snuggled until she felt his cock against her hip. He was already nice and hard. Pressing her advantage, she brushed her fully pouty lips against his. John sucked in a breath and kissed her with semi-awkward passion. Then he took a firm step back.

“Wow, babe,” he said, still distracted. “You know I always want to…. You know, but….” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I want to see what’s in there more.”

Lexy wrestled her face into a kittenish pout. Time to bring out the big guns.

“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck,” she asked biting her lip, while stroking his hard-on through his pants.

No one with a blushy, baby doll voice should know how to say fuck like that, and yet, goddamn, she did. John closed his eyes. Then, with a strength of purpose Lexy should have known to expect, he removed her hand from his crotch.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m sure.”

Lexy’s shoulders sagged.

“Okay.”

If you’d like to download your copy of The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty Thirty, vol. 1 click the link right HERE

Review: Darker Edge of Desire

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Darker Edge of Desire: Gothic Tales of Romanceedited by Mitzi Szereto. Tempted Romance. (February 2014).

There are collections that you read anytime, and those you save for when you’re in a certain mood. They aren’t for everyday, but when you’re ready for them, they’re perfect. It’s sort of like the difference between drinking a glass of wine while you cook dinner and drinking a Kir Royale while you order your steak.

Darker Edge of Desire: Gothic Tales of Romance, Mitzi Szereto’s newest anthology for Cleis Press’s Tempted Romance imprint, is one of those collections that fits into the latter category. It’s all black velvet, moonlight and Kir Royale. Now, I’m going to be honest – this collection is not going to appeal to everyone, nor, as I’ve already implied, is it going to fit every mood. That said, if you have a fondness for Poe, gothic mansions, murderous husbands and lovely women committed to insane asylums of questionable repute, this will very likely suit you.

The anthology as a whole works because Ms. Szereto knows the subgenre very well, and her familiarity with gothic literature is evident in her choices. While all of the stories are reasonably good to excellent, the ones that truly stood out for me are those that nod directly at the gothic literature of the 19th century – “The Wicked Wife” by T.C. Mill, Adrien Ludens’s “Reynold’s Tale”, “Moonfall” by Rose de Fer and “Lightening in a Bottle” by Kim Knox.

These modern decedents of Poe, Bluebeard and Walpole made me smile as much as they turned me on. Let me clarify – they made me smile the smile of a lit. geek who majored in the Victorian novel. Intellectually, I enjoyed their cleverness as much as I emotionally and sexually enjoyed the hotness of the scenarios. Other standouts where “Blood Soup” by Benji Bright and “Devoured by Envy” by Jo Wu, based purely on the strength of the writing and the way the stories pulled me in. I’d have loved there to be more of both.

On the whole, I enjoyed the collection a great deal, but with that I have to acknowledge the fact that I have the occasional taste for the baroque, dark and gothic. If what I’ve described intrigues, then I would say that Darker Edge of Desire will be your cup of tea. That said, its appeal is pretty specific, so if you’re not into sex tinged with werewolves, revenge and mystery, I might suggest trying something else. For the right reader though, this collection is a treat.

You can find The Darker Edge of Desire at the following purveyors of fine erotic literature:

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Powell’s Books