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Temptation Resorts: Marnie’s Tale by Erzabet Bishop {#Giveaway}

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Temptation Resorts

Erzabet Bishop

Genre: erotic/BDSM/ m/f, f/f

Publisher: SilkWords

Date of Publication: January 3. 2015

ISBN: 978-1-941847-42-8

Word Count:  short Pick Your Path

Cover Artist: Indie Designz

blurbGlamorous Jess lures her BFF Marnie to an exotic resort where everything’s on the menu.

Follow Marnie for hands-on fun in Dungeon Play and Spanking 101.

excerptLearn with Lyndsey (f/f)

“What?” Marnie blinked.

“Do you like boys or girls? Easy enough question, right?” Lyndsey smiled coyly as her fingers helped another button to find relief from the strain of covering her breasts.

“Um.” Marnie tried not to stare.

The girl was gorgeous. Her lip gloss shimmered in the half-light as her lips pulled back into a provocative smile. Every time she bent to retrieve something, the skirt rode up just enough to tease Marnie with a hint of color beneath.

Marnie placed the pile of clothes on a bench and tried not to imagine how soft those lips would be. What would it be like to kiss a girl? Stunned by the thought, she hurriedly kicked off her sneakers.

Lyndsey wound her pink-tipped hair around her finger and smirked. “Are you here with anyone?” She ran her fingers along the edge of her breasts. “A girlfriend? A boyfriend?”

“No.” Marnie turned her back and whipped the T-shirt over her head. She snapped up the blouse and tugged it on. “I mean … my friend, but we’re not …”

Lyndsey walked to the other side of the bench. She held up the tiny skirt. “What’s your name, T-shirt girl?”

“Marnie.” Her voice shook, and warmth began gathering between her thighs.

“Marnie. Hmm. I like it.” Lyndsey smiled.

“Thanks.” She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them over her ass, letting them fall to the floor. She reached for the skirt, but noticed Lyndsey had picked it up off the bench. Marnie held out her hand. “Can I have my skirt?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“What will you give me for it?” Lyndsey blew a bubble and removed the piece of gum, chucking it into the closest trash bin.

Marnie frowned. “I don’t have anything.”

“Sure you do. All I want is a kiss. That’s all. Just one.” Lyndsey lifted her chin and snatched the pair of jeans off the floor.

“Hey! Give those back.”

“Nope. Kiss first, sexy Marnie.”

Marnie blinked and let out a laugh. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe. But you’ve been staring at my chest the entire time, and I think the odds are pretty high you want to and just won’t admit it.”

Heat flooded Marnie’s cheeks. “Saucy much?” But the girl was right. The moisture dampening her panties was proof enough. Marnie wasn’t the kind of crazed nympho who’d have sex with a random girl in a locker room, was she?

And when, pray tell, are you ever going to have a chance like this again?

Lyndsey dangled the jeans in one hand and the skirt in the other. “Come on, it’s just a kiss.”

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authorbioErzabet Bishop is the author of Sigil Fire, Written on Skin: A Sigil Fire short, Fetish Fair, Erzabet BishopTemptation Resorts interactive erotic romances (upcoming), Holiday Cruise, Gingerbread Dreams, Pomegranate (upcoming), Red Dress, Holidays in Hell,  Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection and multiple books in the Erotic Pagan Series. She is a contributing author to Club Rook, Taboo II, Hungry for More, Potnia, Wicked Things, Unwrap These Presents, A Christmas to Remember, Forbidden Fruit, Sci Spanks, Spank or Treat, Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Bossy, Cougars, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, Gratis III, The Big Book of Submission, Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays and more. She was a dual finalist for the GCLS awards in 2014. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

Wix: http://erzabetwrites.wix.com/erzabetbishop

Facebook “like” page: https://www.facebook.com/erzabetbishopauthor

Amazon author page: http:// amazon.com/author/erzabetbishop/

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6590718.Erzabet_Bishop

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SilkWords is the go-to source for interactive romance and erotic fiction.

With gorgeous custom covers and a clean, sophisticated design, the SilkWords site offers a secure, upscale reading environment. In addition to content on their web site, they offer stories for purchase in the standard e-book formats.

SilkWords is owned and operated by a full-time mom with a background in genetics and an RWA RITA-nominated, multi-published sci-fi romance author.

Their technology guy and site designer was the founder of Microsoft Xbox Live.

SilkWords features two formats that allow readers to choose how the stories will proceed.

Pick Your Path:

Will she or won’t she? With which man (or woman) in which location? With Pick Your Path romance, you decide. Romance and branched fiction are made for each other, like picking your favorite flavor of ice cream…positions, partners, and paraphernalia, oh my!

Reader Vote:

Readers vote at choice points and decide how the story will continue. These stories are a great way for readers and authors to connect. It’s exciting to be part of a developing story!

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Sapphic Smut: Tales of Lesbian Lust Out Now! #sapphicsmut #erotica #anthology

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blurbLight hearted, sexy Sapphic smut is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Lucy Felthouse with assistance from Kev ‘Mitnik’ Blisse.

From coffee shops to exotic Indian adventures to cosy cabins in France, Sapphic Smut has it all. Fun with sugar, naughty spankings, seductions by strangers, seductions by friends, cougars and even a twist on a fairy tale abound in this exciting collection of lesbian stories from erotica’s finest authors.

This delicious girl-on-girl anthology contains stories from Lucy Felthouse, Kay Jaybee, Louisa Bacio, Sallyanne Rogers, Vanessa de Sade, Tabitha Rayne and Elizabeth Coldwell.

Amazon: http://mybook.to/sapphicsmut

Other links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sapphic-smut/

Editor’s Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/lucyfelthousewriter

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excerptAlana really couldn’t believe how flat Holland was. She’d been told by many people, but somehow, she still wasn’t expecting a place that made Cambridgeshire look like the Peak District. Her view from the train as she travelled from Schiphol airport to Amsterdam’s Centraal Station was unimpeded. Not so much as a hillock was visible.

And now, here she was, standing outside the station with crowds milling around her. A mixture of tourists, businesspeople and natives. She herself was a combination of two of those groups—she was here on business, but she’d deliberately extended her trip so she could spend a couple of days exploring the city. She had a day either side of her meeting, the boring part a filling to a sightseeing sandwich. Though, despite the boring tag, the meeting definitely wasn’t a bad thing, it was an appointment to cross the ts and dot the is on a very lucrative deal—certainly the trip was worthwhile.

After watching the insanity for another minute or so, she began to head away from the station, wheeling her small case along with her. Already armed with a guidebook and a decent map, she knew where she was going. Her map-reading skills were excellent, and she made the short walk to her hotel in less than twenty minutes. Anywhere else, she’d have gotten a cab, but it appeared they were a rare commodity in this city.

She’d checked in, dumped her bags and freshened up within another ten minutes, and was back on the street.

An online acquaintance had sent her a bunch of information for her trip—about the best museums, interesting things to see that might not be in guidebooks, and details on transport. It appeared that Amsterdam was unlike London, Paris and Rome, in as much as it had trams as its preferred mode of transport, rather than underground trains. Only one Metro line ran through the city, north-to-south. Everywhere else was utterly dependent on trams, bikes and being on foot.

And fuck, there were a lot of bikes. They zipped here, there and everywhere, not always staying where they were supposed to be, it seemed. The slim Dutch people atop the bikes were oblivious, just concentrating on getting where they were going.

Alana searched for the nearest tram stop, and quickly discovered she needed to be on the other side of the road to head in the right direction.

Crossing the road was a chore in itself. A dice with death. She’d thought Rome’s motorists were insane, but at least they were fairly predictable. Here, she was faced with crossing a road that held a cycle path, a tram line and a lane for cars. Shifting down the pavement, she stood at the conveniently placed crossing. It still didn’t make things much easier, but at least she could mingle in with the crowd. Traffic was much more likely to stop if it was going to hit a crowd of people than a single pedestrian. Right?

By some miracle, she reached the opposite pavement unscathed—except for her nerves, which were shot—and approached the tram stop. As if by magic, a tram arrived, and it was the correct number. Things were looking up.

After a few minutes, she realised that public transport in Amsterdam was nowhere near as easy to navigate as in the other major cities she was familiar with. There, their Tube or Metro stations always had plenty of large, unmissable signs telling you where you were. Piccadilly Circus, Anvers, Piramide. Here, it seemed you were left to your own devices. There were announcements on board the tram, but they were in Dutch—a language which she knew very little of—incredibly muffled, and pretty much drowned out by the sound of the tram’s motion and its passengers.

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Guest Post and #Giveaway: Lucy Felthouse – Sweet Spot @cw1985

Why I Write F/F by Lucy Felthouse 

I started writing erotica because I was dared to, so it’s probably fitting that I started writing lesbian erotica simply because I saw a call for submissions and thought I’d give it a go. It was quite early on in my writing career, so I’ve been writing f/f almost as long as I’ve been writing m/f.  Ever since that first story, which I now look back on and cringe, I’ve enjoyed writing lesbian fiction. I don’t know if that’s weird for a straight girl or not, but hey, who cares? 😉 Sexy is sexy, no matter who’s getting it on.

I wouldn’t say I find writing Sapphic stuff easier, exactly, because it’s not. You’ve got to contend with having two or more shes, making it more difficult to portray exactly who is who, and whose parts are where, and so on. Having a he and a she makes that element easier to deal with. But on the other hand, writing about females isn’t too much of a stretch. I am one, after all. I know what my body looks like, what things feel like, how I think, how I speak… the list goes on. So in that regard it takes less brain power to write female characters as you haven’t got to deal with penning a man’s reactions, speech and thoughts. It all just comes more naturally.

For a while now, there’s been this thought pattern that nobody buys lesbian stuff. In my humble opinion, it’s not true. Some of my lesbian stuff far outsells my other stuff, including the gay stuff! But I’ve long since stopped writing, or not writing things based on whether I think they’ll sell or not. It’s impossible to predict the market, so I just write whatever I feel like and hope for the best. And if this involves an up-and-coming tennis player and her mentor, then why not? I thought it was a good excuse to sneak in a supremely hot shower scene…

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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SweetSpotblurbA Raw Talent book.

Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/sweet-spot/

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21521972-sweet-spot

excerpt

Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”

I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,

PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.

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authorbio

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres andLucy_Felthouse (2) pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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