Greetings! I’m Lisabet Sarai. I’ve been writing fiction and poetry since I was a kid, and publishing erotica and erotic romance for almost two decades. The first edition of my debut novel Raw Silk came out in 1999, from legendary women’s erotica publisher Black Lace. (I’m on the fourth edition now…!) Since then I’ve produced more than fifty single author titles in a wide variety of sub-genres (see http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books_index.html).

Today I’m celebrating my latest release, a paranormal BDSM erotic romance entitled Damned If You Do. And before I go any further, let me talk about PRIZES.

I have a giveaway going on until the end of May. Prizes include multiple bookstore gift certificates and multiple free books. All you have to do to enter is comment on this blog post:

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2017/04/out-today-damned-if-you-do-bdsm-pnr.html

Join my email list (directions at the post) and you’ll get a second entry.

I’m also offering a copy of my genre-busting contemporary BDSM romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin as a prize during today’s party.

Now that is out of the way… Let me tell you a bit about my work in general —and about my new book.

My motto is “Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac”. What I mean by that is that eroticism, desire and arousal all begin in the mind. Although there’s plenty of sex in my stories, my focus is always on what’s going on in my characters’ heads and hearts. This is true even in the “pure” (or maybe I should say “impure”!) erotica that I write.

Today’s release party theme is “erotica”. I think many readers have the idea that this means wall-to-wall sex and nothing else. That might describe what you’ll find in the books of some erotica authors, but not in mine. For me, the physical is secondary. Emotion is where the sparks come from.

In my new release, my heroine writes BDSM erotic romance, but with the exception of one brief relationship, she’s never had the chance to express her own submissive desires. Ultimately, that’s what drives her into her bargain with the devil—the idea that she will surrender herself to a powerful master.

Here’s the blurb:

Sometimes romance can be hell

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can’t get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can’t afford to lose, my dear.

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.

And to illustrate what I mean about heat originating in the characters’ heads and hearts, here’s a snippet from the book:

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One instant, they were wrestling for the check in the Café Gallette. The next, Wendy found herself sprawled on the bed in some hotel room, with Dan stretched out beside her.

What the hell? As Dan moaned and rolled on top of her, she understood that hell had indeed been intimately involved in the sudden, disorienting transition.

“Dan—wait! No, please…” She squirmed beneath him, but his weight pinned her to the mattress. Her struggles only made his erection swell further.

He ground himself against her pubis, striking flares of pleasure whenever his cock nudged her clit. Somehow he’d managed to grab her wrists. He swept her arms over her head, as her heroes so often did to the heroines. She tested his hold; he was surprisingly strong for an intellectual with a desk job. There was no way she could escape, not until he let her.

The realization made her pulse race and her pussy weep.

“Finally, I have you where I want you, Wendy.” His voice was hoarse with emotion. “You’re mine now. Mine!”

That word. Almost as powerful an aphrodisiac as ‘surrender’. All her life, or at least since puberty, she’d fantasized about being owned, a slave to some virile and demanding man who would use her however he wished. Her nipples contracted into tight, throbbing knots. Her sex was awash with evidence of her need. She wanted to let go, to let him take what he wanted and damn the consequences. Still, she made one last effort at rationality.

“Stop now, Dan. Please. If you don’t, we’ll both be sorry tomorrow.”

Instead of answering, he covered her mouth with his own, sliding his tongue between her lips and kissing her with delirious, terrifying force. He was taking possession, staking a claim. His power dizzied her. She was intoxicated by his unexpected dominance. Relaxing into the bed, she let him devour her. What else could she do?

I’ll be sharing more from Damned If You Do as well as my other erotic titles during the release party. I hope you’ll stay tuned!

And don’t forget to enter my drawing!

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