I'm talking about my lesbian erotic short story, "Fist Me" over at the Torquere blog today.
If you've ever been fascinated by the naughty things two women get up to together, come on by.
http://glbtromance.blogspot.com.au/2012/07/nsfw-new-lesbian-erotic-short-story.html
Berengaria
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Scorching fun at the beach
“Hot, Wet, Wild” blurb:
Gwyn moves down
to the beach, and once again, she has a hot thing going with Zac and Parker.
But then she gets a series of legal letters about her house, her garden, and her
lifestyle. Clearly, someone doesn’t want her there.
Some expensive
equipment goes missing from the golf course where Zac’s a groundsman, and he’s
let go from his job. Parker and Gwyn try to soothe him with mind-boggling sex
and help him search for the missing equipment. Their love sustains him, but
who's responsible?
Parker hopes
the three of them can move in together and be a real family. Will they ever be
together for more than the occasional wild night?
PG13 EXCERPT
“How long are you down for, Parker?” she asked, hoping he’d
say the full month.
“I’ve moved down here to live. I got sick of you two always
telling me how good life here was, compared to the big city, so I applied for
the manager’s job at The Beachfront Motel and got it. So now I’m a gen-u-ine,
one-hundred-percent native.”
“Woo hoo! That’s awesome news.” Gwyn threw herself against
his muscular chest for another hug, and Zac joined them, pressing his cock into
her ass as he hugged them both in his big arms.
“Mmm.” She pushed her ass back into Zac’s cock then pressed
her belly forward into Parker’s. Oh yeah, he was happy to see them both again.
“How would you both like to come to my place and see the
bookshelf I just built today?” she suggested.
“Isn’t the guy supposed to ask the gal to see his etchings?”
said Zac.
“Do you have any etchings?” Parker asked.
“Actually, no. Guess we’d better go look at Gwyn’s bookshelf
instead.”
Laughing they collected their things, ran up the dune,
crossed the dirt road, and walked into Gwynnyth’s front yard. “Hey, this is
looking good. Your folks had let the yard get kinda overrun with that creeper
stuff, but the garden looks great now,” said Parker.
“Yeah, took a couple months of hard work, but it’s worth
it.”
“Freaking knotweed. We’re always on the lookout for it at
the golf course. Can’t let it get a hold there,” added Zac.
She unlocked the front door and let the men precede her
inside. Zac hadn’t seen the living area since she’d painted it, and she wanted
to hear his reaction as well as Parker’s.
“Hey it looks so much lighter, brighter. What have you
done?” asked Zac.
She didn’t answer, waiting for them to work it out.
“The clunky, dark window blinds are gone,” said Parker.
Zac shook his head and swiveled around looking at
everything. Parker had obviously decided he’d solved the problem and wandered
over to look at her bookshelf in the corner. He thumped a fist against the
sides, and the bookshelf hardly wobbled at all. Gwyn was inordinately pleased
with herself.
Parker stared at the wall behind the shelf. Zac was staring
at the walls now, too. Almost together they said, “That horrible dark blue
paint’s gone.”
“The walls. You’ve repainted the walls.”
Parker and Zac looked at each other and laughed. “We always
did think alike. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Zac.
“I reckon so. Are you going to show us what changes you’ve
made in the bedroom, Gwyn?”
Suddenly the room seemed to be enveloped in a fog of lust.
Heat that had nothing to do with the outside temperature rushed through Gwyn.
The crotch of her swimwear dampened with her honey and she longed to feel both
Zac and Parker inside her again. Parker’s teeny tiny swimwear was struggling to
contain his cock, and Zac had a most impressive bulge in the front of his board
shorts. She turned and walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.
This book was previously published in the “Scarlet Lovers”
anthology.
BerengariaThursday, July 19, 2012
Lesbian short romance
“Fist Me” Blurb:
Taryn asks Maeve to fist her. When Maeve gets over her shock at
Taryn’s request, she tries to talk her out of it. Fisting is extreme, and
Taryn’s not a lesbian. But Taryn is determined. She’s just broken up from Mr.
Perfect, who was definitely not right for her, and this is something she wants
to do just for herself. Maeve is the only person she trusts to share the
experience with her. And she’ll worry about the fall-out from her broken
romance later.
“What the fuck?” Maeve sputtered her beer over the table as
she almost choked at Taryn’s words. She had to have misheard. Sweet, innocent,
butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth Taryn couldn’t possible have said, “Fist me”.
“Fist me. I want you to come home with me tonight and fist
me.”
Yes, she did say it. Jeez. “Um, well, um…”Taryn stood up, dropped some money on the table and held out her hand to Maeve. “Come on. Let’s do it now.”
Her head spinning, Maeve climbed to her feet, snagged her purse off the back of her chair, and took Taryn’s hand.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fist Taryn. Hell, she’d like nothing better. But it was more, what had happened to the slow build up? The gentle hand touches, the sweet kisses, the pressing of hard nipples into soft, rounded breasts. The romance.
By the time they’d reached the parking lot, Maeve’s brain had started to function. “Um, listen, Taryn. I think we should talk first, before, you know…”
“What’s to talk about? You’re a lesbian. You like me. I want to try out fisting.”
Maeve took a deep breath and told her raging libido to shut up for a few minutes. “Fisting is extreme. It gives the most intense pleasure to both the parties involved. But a hand is a lot wider than a cock you know. It, um, stretches you. Not just physically, mentally as well.”
Taryn pulled Maeve into her car. “That’s what I want. I want
that extreme sensation. The drive, the intensity.
Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_93&products_id=3621
This book was previously published in the “Lusty Wenches”
anthology.
Berengaria
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Pretty new print book!
“Dragons’ Bond” and “Dragons Redeemed” are out now in a
print. Read all the dragons’ stories in one book!
Mallory is fascinated by three life-size stone dragon statues. Then one night they come to life and she learns they’re shape-shifters. One of the museum’s directors, Teivel, plans to use the shape-shifting dragons as art thieves by placing them in exhibitions in other museums, and Mallory, Angus, William, and Mark now have to find out which statues are shape-shifters and how they can prevent Teivel from implementing his plan. That makes their days very busy, but the nights are for their own pleasure.
Can they outwit Teivel? What will happen if Mallory loses her job or the statues have to leave their home in the museum? And can a relationship built on a crisis and unbridled lust develop into lasting love and enduring passion?
“Dragons
Redeemed”: Blurb
Trudy is a locksmith and security expert who Mallory asked
to quote to improve the security at The Magic Dragon Museum. When Trudy arrives
at the museum, it’s full of naked people, and four of the men say she belongs
to them! The dragons need to reclaim their human lives while stopping Teivel’s
plan to steal the artworks—if they can get out of bed long enough to
concentrate.
Meanwhile Trudy has a job to do and a business to run.
Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn are determined to protect her while
watching Teivel. The dragon shape-shifters have their hands full with an
independent, determined woman and a bad guy planning to cause trouble. Plus
Mallory wants to come back to the museum, and her men are set on protecting her
from Teivel, too.
Between lust and danger, sparks are flying everywhere.
STORY EXCERPT
Trudy had not enjoyed a
sheltered childhood. She’d pretty much brought herself up while her mother
worked eighteen or more hours a day, seven days a week, in a sweatshop, sewing
clothes for two dollars an hour. She’d seen life on the streets in all its
sordid detail and come to the conclusion that it wasn’t for her. She’d also
decided by the age of twelve that sewing, prostitution, and crime weren’t
careers she’d follow. At fifteen, she’d apprenticed herself to Larry, an
elderly locksmith. The day she’d turned eighteen, he’d handed the business over
to her and caught a plane to Florida where he planned to sit on the beach for
the rest of his life.
But when she’d decided to
hand-deliver her quotation for upgrading security at The Magic Dragon Museum,
she’d thought she’d be speaking to Mallory, the manager/curator there, and
possibly her boyfriend, Angus, who seemed a possessive kind of man. Trudy
entered Mallory’s apartment via the roof garden to prove how useless the
current security was. The last thing she expected to see was four completely
naked men, three other men wearing only jeans, and a woman dressed in nothing
but a baggy T-shirt, as well as Mallory and Angus.
Life on the streets had been
eye-opening, and as a locksmith she’d had to rescue the occasional naked person
who’d locked themselves out of their apartment, but nothing had prepared her
for this.
“What the fuck is going on
here? And why are so many of you naked?”
“They’re all dragon shape-shifters.
This museum is their home,” said Mallory.
Trudy couldn’t see any evidence
they’d been drinking, or doing drugs, but that sure didn’t sound logical to
her. “Right. Okay. This is my quotation for the security. I’ll just leave it
here and be on my way then.”
“Oh no you won’t. What if she’s
working for Teivel?” One of the naked men, a very good-looking one with brown
hair and eyes and a really long cock, grabbed her arm and pulled her against
his chest.
An upbringing like hers had
taught Trudy many skills other women didn’t have. She slid under his arm,
twisted sideways, and rammed her knee into his balls, then stepped smartly out
of his reach. “I own my own business and don’t work for anyone but myself, you
pervert.”
The man was bent forward,
holding his family jewels. Trudy was actually rather surprised he wasn’t curled
up on the floor crying. He must be pretty tough. Or else she didn’t hit him
hard enough.
Most of the people in the
apartment were now talking at once. From what Trudy could understand, some of
them didn’t want to tell her anything, and Mallory and the other woman were
arguing she should be told the truth. Yeah, the truth would be great, but she
could live without it. Right now it was time to go.
Trudy backed silently toward
the door she’d entered by, but another one of the naked men, a redhead, was
watching her. “Don’t sneak off. We won’t hurt you. If you come in and sit down,
we’ll tell you why Mallory asked you to improve the locks here.”
“Why don’t you tell me why
you’re naked? If this is supposed to be an orgy, where are all the other
women?”One of the men wearing only jeans and the woman who wasn’t Mallory were locked in a passionate embrace. Maybe it was an orgy.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Wanna WIN a book?
Buffy Kennedy has interviewed me and is giving away a copy
of my book, “Forbidden Future” so just come on over and enter for a chance to
win. As a super added bonus you can find out stuff about me, like my favorite
authors.
Also:
I’m blogging about a dream I had, and how, three books
later, I finally worked out what the connection was.
What’s your opinion about sequels. Come and tell me.
Berengaria
Monday, July 9, 2012
A very different interview!
The Scarlet letter (GLBT fiction) is out and I’ve been
interviewed about super powers, aliens, time machines and more!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Woman in Hot Water out today!
"Woman in Hot Water" blurb:
Unemployed and homeless, Kendra gets a job at the local Aquatic Center. Her new boss, Osborne, is very yummy, but he’s partnered to Jordan. When she’s offered a threesome with two such delicious men, how can she say no? And with so many opportunities to see their semi-naked bodies, being a good girl is not that easy either. Fun on the waterslide, a hot time in the sauna, slick, gleaming muscles in the gym...
When Jordan deduces that Kendra is sleeping in her car, the men ask her to stay in their guest room. She’s hesitant, but allows them to persuade her. Despite the best sex of her life, Kendra is determined to move into an apartment of her own as soon as possible, so she goes house-hunting. The men don’t like either of the places she chooses. She can’t risk losing her job but values her independence too.
STORY EXCERPT
“It’s a damn good thing I’m not
too tall,” Kendra McIntyre muttered softly to herself as she untangled her body
from the sleeping bag on the backseat of her old car. She peeked out the rear
window through one bleary eye, pleased to see no people around but quite a few
cars scattered about the cinema parking lot.
She sat up, slipping her shoes
on, then brushed her hair and tied it up in a ponytail. Now to find a place
where she could shower and change her underwear. The first three days after
she’d been thrown out of her apartment because her roommate wanted her
boyfriend to move in, Kendra had used a free trial gym membership pass. That
was awesome because not only did she get to try out all the equipment, and use
their showers, but also if she went early enough in the morning, she got a free
breakfast as well.
The next two days she’d visited
various malls, but washing there was problematic as there were too many people
and no shower stalls. She’d ended up filling her water bottle with hot water,
stealing the soap from the sink, and trying to wash in a toilet stall. Today
she planned to try out the local swimming pool. For a start, it opened at six
a.m., so she figured she could spend plenty of time in the showers and wash her
hair as well.
Her car was almost out of gas,
and her bank account was almost empty, but she’d have to put ten dollars of
fuel in her car if she was to continue job hunting. The problem was everyone
wanted fifteen-year-olds to do the type of jobs she was looking for—retail and
hospitality. She still had two more funeral homes to apply to for a job as a
professional mourner though. She was positive that being in her midtwenties
would be better than being a teenager for those positions. Besides, funerals
almost always had coffee and something to eat after them, and her food budget
was even lower on her priority list than her gas budget.
Her panties and bra were still
a little damp. She’d washed them out the night before and laid them on a towel
on the dashboard of her car, but they weren’t dry enough to wear. Still, she
couldn’t leave them there in daylight. Hopefully, there’d be hot air blowers at
the swimming pool and she could finish drying them then.
She set her cell phone to
recharge as soon as she turned her car engine on. Every time she saw an
electrical outlet, she plugged her cell phone in, but it was never long enough
to recharge it fully. However, it still had two bars, so should last long
enough to answer a call about a job. If she was offered one. Certainly she
wouldn’t be using it to call anyone herself. There was no budget for that.
Dammit, she needed a job right
now. Then she could get an apartment. Then, possibly even a life. She grinned
at herself. Yeah sure. Men would fall all over themselves to date her. Like
hell they would. She was at least ten pounds overweight, her hips needed
trimming, and so did her hair. She sighed. No budget for a hairstylist either.
Berengaria
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Blogging here, blogging there, blogging, blogging everywhere
I’m talking about my erotic medieval romances, about men
with long swords *cough*, castles, ladies in flowing robes, even about Robin
Hood.
Please drop by.
Also, I’m visiting Tabby’s Nocturnal Nights talking about my
futurist ménage series, “Embracing the Future”.
Please drop in and read some yummy excerpts, see my awesome
covers, and learn some of the backstory to these books.
Berengaria
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Embrace the Future
Adena is determined to marry both Arthur and Ghedi. Not because Arthur will be leader one day, and he and Ghedi are friends with benefits, but because they’re the only men she could ever love. She’s also determined to go on a journey and find more food for their village. Arthur and Ghedi are hot to marry Adena, but agreeing to her going on the journey with them takes them longer to accept.
With Koby, Pagan, and Ruby, plus Zuri, Tau, and Udo, they set off to find where the food manufacturing site is to provide for their village. They circumnavigate the city but find no fresh food stocks.
Then they’re captured by the Prince of the South and his people. Left with almost no food, they have to decide whether to attempt to go home, or to remain with the prince. Oh, and stay alive, too.
Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/raw-future
Berengaria
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