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Adriana Kraft Talks Erotic Fantasies on Her Seducing Cat Tour

 

 

Seducing Cat

Meghan’s Playhouse

by Adriana Kraft

 

Giveaway!

Adriana will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC, to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the RaffleCopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.

 

 

 What’s your favorite erotic fantasy?

What’s your favorite erotic fantasy? Does it include ménage – maybe a man sandwich, or making love with a woman and a man at the same time? Have you ever kissed a girl?

 

We started writing our Meghan’s Playhouse series to deliver some of our favorite fantasies for our readers. Actually, we first started putting our fantasies on paper for our own enjoyment :), never dreaming they’d be published, but that’s a story for another day.

 

When we began Seducing Cat, we simply planned to write an erotic romp. We knew we wanted a young “sprite,” a bisexual woman full of energy and inventiveness, as the star in our story. We thought of her as a modern- day Aphrodite, bringing other couples together through sharing sex with both partners. In the beginning, we didn’t give too much thought to her motivation, or to that of the other major players.

 

But once you invent a character, sometimes the character takes over. Meg certainly did, and she relentlessly drove us to put five of her adventures on the page. Her motivation? In the beginning, to have fun, bring others pleasure, and not get involved, committed, or tied down. She doesn’t want anyone to take away her freedom.

 

In Book One: Seducing Cat, she succeeds in melting the icy English professor Caitlin Shanahan, then bridges what could easily be a chasm between the life of an academic and the life of a skilled carpenter. Both of us are academics, but our families are filled with blue collar workers on both sides, and we loved helping Kurt and Cat shed their prejudice and open up (tongue in cheek) to each other.

 

This five book series was originally released in 2009 by a different e-publisher. It’s been unavailable for over four years, and we’re thrilled Extasy Books has contracted to re-release it, completely revised and re-edited. In the meantime, Meg insisted we write one more adventure. The six books will release approximately every ten weeks. Watch for Book Two: A Woman for Zachary in early August!

 

 

 

 

Seducing Cat Blurb:

Level headed English Professor Caitlin Shanahan has finally earned tenure and purchased the century-old two-story house of her dreams in the college town of Burntside, Wisconsin—at thirty-four, she’d better face facts: her future is teaching college and writing plays, not falling in love. So why is she so drawn to foxy little hometown actress Meghan Keenan, who’s rented her upstairs apartment, or worse, to the girl’s gorgeous hunk of a lover Kurt Davis, a carpenter who’s never even been to college?

 

Twenty-year-old Meg has a plan. First she’ll seduce the reluctant professor, then she’ll share her sexual delights with both Cat and her brawny carpenter, and when she’s successfully brought them together, she can make her escape and explore what’s beyond the only town she’s ever lived in.

 

Kurt can’t stand the up-tight professor who’s hired him to build a gazebo and refurbish her old house—the house he wanted for himself. Even if Meg’s scheme succeeds, he knows Caitlin would never look at him twice. No need to go there in his fantasies…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published By: eXtasy Books

Author: Adriana Kraft

Pages: 97

Word Count: 28175

Publication Date: May 26, 2017

Series: Meghan’s Playhouse #1

Heat Level: Four flames: Explicit sex, M/F, F/F; menage, FFM, FMF; voyeurism; anal sex; sex toys.

 

 

 

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Seducing Cat Excerpt:

 

Set up: Cat, Meg, and Kurt have just returned to Cat’s home to celebrate opening night of Cat’s most recent play…

 

Cat sensed Meg’s fingers working the zipper of her robe down. Meg snaked a hand between the folds to fondle a breast. Cat moaned and inhaled deeply. The warm hand caressing her skin was so right. She opened her eyes to drink in the view of her lover.

Her eyes sprang wide and she yanked her robe shut. There was Kurt Davis sitting ten feet away, watching, as if he’d paid the price of admission.

“Kurt…” she stammered at Meg. “He’s still here.”

“Of course he is,” Meg said, smiling indulgently and continuing to massage an aching breast through the robe. “You know he knows about us.”

She nodded. “But…”

“You’re not ashamed of us, are you, Cat?”

Cat shook her head. “Of course not. I’d never be ashamed of you. Of us.”

“Good. Then he can watch. Right?”

The air turned electric. Cat couldn’t manage to speak. She gazed into Meg’s pleading eyes and raised and lowered her chin slightly.

Meg blew her a kiss and again parted Cat’s robe to discreetly caress a breast. Kurt, appearing flushed, made no effort to join the conversation.

Cat felt Meg’s fingers tease her nipple, and then Meg dipped her head and took a breast into her mouth. Cat inhaled
sharply. Her loins strained with need.

Meg peeked at her again, begging with her eyes, seeking permission to continue.

Cat stared at Kurt, who did not look away. She nodded. Her body tingled with need. “Don’t stop, Meg. Please don’t stop. Not now.”

She ignored Kurt by burying her mouth and nose in her lover’s hair. She’d pretend he wasn’t there. That shouldn’t be
difficult, since every cell of her body was focused on Meg’s fingers pulling the zipper lower until her robe fell wide open. Meg shrugged out of her own robe before settling between Cat’s thighs. She immediately laved at Cat’s pussy with her tongue. Cat fondled her own breasts, twisting her nipples. She raised her legs high, and Meg’s tongue entered her sex.

Things were happening faster than Cat had anticipated. She gasped and grabbed Meg’s head as an orgasm swept through her loins.

Meg giggled. “My, you were ready. Maybe it was the play. Or maybe it was having a man watching.”

Cat’s eyes sprang wide. Kurt. Damn, she had forgotten him again.

Her cheeks flamed as she turned to look at him. His expression combined awe with admiration. Why did that please her so?

Her attention shifted back to Meg, who rose to her elbows and beamed a warm smile. “That was a little one. You must need more than that.”

Cat nodded. Meg palmed her mound and teased her labia. Cat groaned. “That’s nice. But I haven’t done anything for you.”

“Enjoy. Kurt can help me out.”

“What?” Her voice squeaked shrilly.

“I want his cock in me while I eat you.” Meg pouted at her. “You wouldn’t deny me my pleasure, would you?”

 

About Adriana:

Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a married couple writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More.

One man, one woman, danger and intrigue – always a happy ending, but oh, what a ride! Readers can count on our Romantic Suspense line for gutsy characters, hot sex, and breathtaking intimacy as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.

A man, a woman (or two), or another man, threesomes, foursomes—what’s your fantasy? We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination. Here you’ll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

Together we have published over thirty-five romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. We love hearing from readers at adrianakraft99@yahoo.com, and here is our website:

When It’s Time to Heat Things Up http://adrianakraft.com

 

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Canal Walk Corrections

Sometimes my characters just aren’t satisfied with the plots I’ve sorted out for them. The worst is when they’re grumping about the endings I’ve given them. This is what has happened with Blind-Sided. No one was happy about the ice cream sundae of an ending I gave them. I certainly thought they would be. Who doesn’t like a happy ending all tied up with a bow and a cherry on top? Well apparently this lot isn’t too keen on neat and tidy endings. “I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t do any of that,” Susan said, as she stole a glance over my shoulder last night just before I down tools for bed. Honestly, I didn’t even know she was looking. “I’m dying of a sugar overdose,” she added, wrinkling her nose.

 

 

And out of the corner of my eye, I could just make out Desiree sticking her finger down her throat in a fake gag while Reese sniggered into his pint. Michael and Alonso just sat on the sofa shaking their heads. Gawd, this lot has no appreciation for what I go through for them. SO, in desperation, this morning I pulled out all the stops and went for a walk along the canal.

 

 

 

It was only supposed to be a shortie, just to get my head on straight, and then back to the shops to pick up some fruit and some greens before I got back to work. But Desiree assured me that with an ending like I had in mind, I’d better just plan on walking all the way to London because no one was giving me any peace until it was sorted. And here’s me thinking I’d be home in time for morning coffee break.

 

 

But then Susan joined me just as I hit the canal path and, you know how it goes when two writers get chatting — one scribe to another. Anyway didn’t she start telling me exactly how it was going to be? Now I would be the last person on the planet to argue with a proper Scribe who can wield the magic of the written word like she can. So I listened very carefully.

 

 

And just when she was sorting me out with a proper upsetting of the apple cart sort of ending, I saw the poppies and stopped to take a few quick piccies. By that time both the Guardian and Cave were whispering in my ear. Well, the Guardian was actually sort of creeping me out with some kind of prickly crawly sensation up my spine. And Cave — he texted me, since morning sunlight doesn’t do him any good. You haven’t met Derick Cave yet, but trust me, you’ll like him when you do. He’s the king of the abandon subway tunnels, and he’s not a man I want to argue with.

 

 

By the time I got side tracked by two mute swans busily feeding on the water plants, Michael, and Alonso and Reese had weighed in along with Desiree Fielding, who was complaining about Magda infringing on her territory. The texts were flying, since sunlight isn’t a big favorite with some of Magda’s peeps.

 

 

It’s a hot day here in Surrey. It was well past coffee break and my stomach was grumbling for lunch. The water in my bottle, what little was left, had gone warm as dish water. I reluctantly turned back toward home, but not before I got this shot of some canal boats. That was about the time the lady herself showed up, right at home in the sunshine, all tucked away safely behind her prescription sunglasses, even if she did make a couple of dogs along the route bristle.

 

 

Magda Gardener didn’t miss her opportunity to let me know what she thought, about my birthday cake ending, taking time out to very sweetly flipped Desiree off when she tried to force the issue with a little conference call. By the time I got to the end of the canal path, there was a limo waiting to whisk Magda away to Heathrow. She’s off to Vegas to wrap up some unfinished business with our siren, Samantha Black. Oh yes, you’ll get to know her very well in Buried Pleasures, book three of Medusa’s Consortium.

 

 

You see, part of this writer’s struggle is that while Susan, Desiree and Reese are battling it out with Cyrus and some baddies from Magda’s past, Magda is busy in Vegas helping none other than Death himself rescue a siren so she can save the day. That means I’ve been writing Buried Pleasures and Blind-Sided at the same time. SO once Bind-Sided is out, you won’t have to wait long for Buried Pleasures. If you’ve not read book one in the Medusa Consortium Series, here’s a link to In The Flesh.

 

 

 

Before she hopped in the limo, though, Magda told me a few things that she reckons the gang may not be too happy about. Seems what happened with Cyrus and the one he works for is a real game changer. But I’ve got the skinny on a few things that Magda doesn’t know. Unbeknownst to her, our little scribe, Susan, has penned an “unauthorized” story involving Magda and a certain detective you’ll meet in Blind-Sided. But I think there’ll have to be a lot more long walks before either of these two tight-lipped women divulges all the details to this writer.

 

 

Writing Gives Me Hope

I’m an HEA sort of girl – have been most of my life except for a few years when I was a surly teenager. Being a novelist and loving a good HEA tale means that every time I put fingers to the keyboard to write a story, I deal in hope. Every time I read a good novel, I do it for hope. I understand that we too often don’t get an HEA in real life, and I realize that hopelessness is a constant battle everywhere. I suppose that’s part of the reason I write HEAs. I deal in hope in a world that’s sorely lacking it at times.

 

Yes, I’m well aware that there’s nothing more escapist than an HEA romance … unless it’s a paranormal HEA romance, one with plenty of steamy sex. I get it, and I don’t apologize for it. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I DO write my stories to escape. I’m not getting any younger, I don’t have any super power (you guessed it, I’ve seen Wonder Woman recently) and I’m never going to be an astrophysicist or a prima ballerina. But I have grown up to be a damn decent storyteller, and that, in itself gives me hope. Maybe that is my super power … Sometimes it feels that way when I’m in the zone and my characters and I are in close communion, when I create a world and a situation that broadsides me with possibilities I didn’t expect. Oh yes! Those are the times I definitely feel larger than myself, timeless, living beyond the flesh and bone of physicality.

 

Strange, as I started to write this post, I was going to share a list of the things that give me hope. As is often the case when I write – whether it’s a blog post, a journal entry or a story – I end up in a difference place than I thought I would. My list grows and changes, but at the core of it all, it’s writing that gives me hope. It’s knowing that I write tales of hope, it’s knowing that I do it for love. I do it for myself first and foremost because it’s at the very heart of who I am.

 

The truth of why I do it, why I write, when writers are struggling in the market, when worthiness of a work has less to do with success than luck, when I know the cynical side of the business, when I no longer have stars in my eyes, is that I can’t NOT write. The truth is that writing is as essential to me as breathing, and I’m never happier than when I’m penning a story. That gives me hope. That gives me great hope. My purpose is to write. In that hope I can safely explore my mortality as well as imagine my immorality. In that hope I can examine all the facets of me that can’t be lived out in one lifetime, all the secret depths of me that I keep hidden from the world – both the light and the darkness. In that hope I can face the dark fearlessly. All of the other worlds I create, all of the other people who live and breathe and are flawed and neurotic and sometimes frightening and wicked; who make mistakes and act impulsively and do impossibly heroic things are the hope inside of me, and that hope is steadfast. That hope doesn’t change with the flux of the world around me, and I rediscover it daily in the telling of the tale. That gives me courage to move forward, confidence to share what I write with anyone else who reads stories for an HEA and for a little bit of hope.

 

C.A. Bell Cover Reveal: Angel

 

 

ANGEL by C.A.BELL – COMING JUNE 16TH 2017

 

BLURB:

 What lies behind the door to Chateau Rouge is all that Angel knows – sex, drugs, abuse, and treachery. But when Felix, an artist from England, enters into her tiny world, he opens her eyes to what life could really be, and now, Angel wants out. There’s just one problem. There’s no way on earth the owner, Grand Papa, will ever let her leave Chateau Rouge. She is his. His possession. His whore. His Angel.

Angel has a choice to make. Does she finally stand up to the man who has taken so much from her? Or does she give up true love through fear of what lies outside the walls of Chateau Rouge – freedom.

 

 

 

 

BOOK INFO

Genre: Erotic Romance/Thriller with elements of BDSM
Length: Novel – 55k
Book Type – Standalone
Release Date: June 16th 2017

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAPE, DRUG USE, VIOLENCE, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, AND GRAPHIC SEX SCENES

 

 

 

 

 

About C.A.Bell:

C.A.Bell was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past four years has resided in the west midlands where she married and made a home.

She is author to numerous erotic fiction stories, including The Architect, Nancy’s Curse, Femme Fatale: The Agency, The Shame Train, and many more.

As well as putting together her own collections of short stories and poetry, she is also a contributor to many anthologies and online magazines.

 

Find C.A. Here:

Website – http://cbellatrix.wixsite.com/cabell

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/AuthorC.A.BELL/

Twitter – @cbellatrix09

Amazon – https://www.amazon.co.uk/C-A-Bell/e/B0140XPC0U/

Blog – http://bellbookanderotica.wixsite.com/bbae

 

Bangkok Noir: Lisabet Sarai’s BDSM Thriller Now Out in Audio Format

 

One Night in Bangkok

 

Bangkok, Thailand, has a split personality. It is famed for its glittering temples, vibrant street markets, deliciously fiery cuisine and abundant hospitality. At the same time, its go-go bars and sex shows, transvestite cabarets and ready flesh for hire have given the city a rather sleazy reputation as one of the sin capitals of the world. A seam of darkness runs through Bangkok, flowing slow and deep as the Chao Phraya River that winds its way through the City of Angels.

 

The reality, of course, is far more complex than either stereotype. I know the city fairly well, having lived there for two years during the nineties and visited often in the years since. My first novel, Raw Silk, celebrates the exotic, sensual side of Bangkok. Kate, the expat heroine, finds herself as dazzled by the opulent glamor of her royally-connected lover as she is by the tender ferocity of her tattooed Master.

 

My new release, an erotic thriller entitled Bangkok Noir, explores the seamier side: sex for sale, official corruption, violent crime. It includes M/f, F/f and femdom scenes, as well as some real violence (though not in the context of sexual arousal).

 

Explore this carnal paradise at your own risk.

 

 

Blurb

 

Dark desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels

 

Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She’s the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused.

 

Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor’s star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can’t understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.

 

As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok’s wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn’t realize until too late that the power she’s used to wielding won’t save her from becoming the serial murderer’s next victim.

 

 

Buy Links (Audio)

 

Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Bangkok-Noir-Audiobook/B071PDZMWQ?qid=1496335661&sr=1-2

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir/dp/B072636CWY/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35280466-bangkok-noir

 

Buy Links (Ebook)

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Bangkok-Noir-Thriller-Lisabet-Sarai-ebook/dp/B00NIABWK6/

 

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bangkok-noir-lisabet-sarai/1114303601?ean=2940150400511

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/bangkok-noir-4

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28499362-bangkok-noir

 

 

 

Review Quotes

 

I devoured this story. Well written, perfectly paced and just the right amount of suspense and eroticism. When it was over, I wanted more. ~ D.C. McMillen, Amazon.

 

This book was a page turner of the highest order. Dark and broody, I loved every second! I just hope there will be more. ~ Erzabet Bishop, Goodreads.

 

Excerpt:

 

I was the first girl to arrive at the bar that night. I wanted Ajarn to see I’m serious about my job. I dressed in my cat woman costume. Then I sat on a tall stool outside the door with my legs crossed and my riding crop on my lap. I swung my high-heeled boot back and forth, trying to attract attention.

 

“Come inside,” I called out to the men who passed. I made sure they could hear me over the loud music coming from the other bars. “Sexy BDSM show. No cover charge.” Some of the men ate me up with their eyes as they strolled by—just another pretty girl. They didn’t see my crop. They didn’t understand. A few stopped, though, staring and looking nervous. I hooked those guys like fish. “Come inside. I know what you want, mister. You like my whip? I know how to use it.” I pulled back the curtains and they scurried inside like little mice. Lin would enjoy playing with them.

 

I spotted the police coming from half a block away. Then it was my turn to run.

 

“P’ Daeng! Police! Six or seven of them!” Ajarn hadn’t arrived yet. What were we going to do?

 

It was that skinny colonel who came by every few weeks, plus two lieutenants and a couple of regular officers. “I want to speak to the owner,” he told Daeng.

 

“I think she will be here soon. Please, sit down. Can I get you something?”

 

“No, no.” He sounded angry. He and his men settled in booths near the front of the bar. The girls all huddled near the back, whispering and staring. Nu put on a Thai song. Of course no one danced.

 

I could hardly breathe. I checked my phone. It was 17:52. Where was Ajarn?

 

Finally she arrived. She obviously wasn’t surprised to see the police.

 

“Colonel Apichat. Welcome back to The Academy. How can I help you?”

 

The policeman rose from his seat and drew an official-looking paper from his pocket. “Madame. You are the owner of this bar?” He spoke in English.

 

“Of course I am, Colonel. You know that.”

 

He passed her the paper. I crept closer so I could see better what was going on. “It is my duty to inform you that this bar is closed.”

 

Now Ajarn looked shocked. “Closed? But why?” She scanned the document. I guess she was searching for a signature. Ajarn can read Thai, but only a little.

 

“By order of the Metropolitan Police, the bar known as The Academy is ordered to be closed for offering lewd and obscene entertainment that offends public morality.”

 

Ajarn laughed. She was taller than the policeman. “Oh, please! You can’t be serious. Every bar in Patpong offers entertainment at least as lewd as mine. Are you going to close them all?”

 

 

About Lisabet

 

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

 

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 and get first notice of all her releases and contests: https://signup.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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