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Eros the Trickster – A Guest Blog by Monique Roffey (@MoniqueRoffey13)

Erotic love is the trickster love, isn’t it? Eros, the bastard, is a cherub and pest a manipulator. He draws back his bow, lets his arrow fly and then, bam. If he chooses you, you’re stuffed. It’s one thing if you’ve been struck by Eros and so has your love interest. Then you both go down; but get to walk away, hand in hand into a brave new day. If erotic love is mutual between two people, then, happy days. Often people get married on the strength of this mutual sexual love interest. But what if Eros strikes only you, or, only you first? Then, it’s an agony to be the one who has been struck. A complex has been triggered, the anima or the animus, and therein follows much pain, heartache and sometimes even humiliation. We suffer.

“Eros is stronger than the go,” my shrink once said to me. Yes, this kind of love is strong and we can topple over, or be dragged over, and sometimes swiftly. One minute we are rational-minded, thoughtful and grounded, the next we are ‘stupidy’ (as we say in Trinidad), and have taken leave of our senses. It’s a kind of moral death, too, or brain malfunction. We have been struck. We do things that are unethical (shag another’s husband or partner, for example). It’s a condition, a kind of brain fever. I’ve seen the best of us go under. Sometimes we suffer for months, even longer. An unrequited erotic attraction to another person – that’s a hard one. Yuk. Also, it’s hard to walk way from, too. And hard to set yourself straight; hard to keep the whole thing in its proper perspective, because Eros is a powerful player in the forces of the sexual love game. He tricks us, and we capitulate. Over we go. Eros sets the proverbial cat amongst the pigeons. Eros is a chaos element, the Fool in the Tarot, not the Lovers card; he is the Magician, too. Eros sets us on our travels; Eros is a cosmic bum, a Fool, and a fooler too.

In my sexy new novel The Tryst, Eros arrives in female form, in the small red haired beauteous character of Lilah. Lilah the domme, the imp, the pest, the player, the predator. An innocent couple Bill and Jane invite her into their home and she wreaks havoc on them and delights in it. She mashes them up, changes things between them, forever. That is her habit and her great kink, to fuck Innocents like Jane and Bill. Hit and run, leaving them wanting more. She is the great seducer, a Lilatha, a game changer. She’s done it many times, taken herself out on a night hunt, drained the man of his power, left him sleeping, and climbed out the window. This time, she is caught, though. This time she too is struck by another pesky imp, Eros. Bam. Over she goes.

*****

The Tryst, (Dodo Ink)

Extract

By Monique Roffey

LILAH

I scared Miss Sexual Desert good and proper, but found myself quite shaken too. In the cab on the way back I touched my cheek where she’d slapped me twice. The sting was still there, surprising. Heat in her after all, the little prig. I don’t think she believed what I said about me and Bill; I could hardly believe what I’d said myself, that I was journeying back to Bill, paying a cab to take me to him. Something has happened between me and Bill. What had been happening to me? Being outdoors in the fresh air had given me a taste of reality again. Whatever had been going on in that creepy house between us had to stop. It was only twenty-four hours since I’d met this dreary couple in a bar, a pair like so many others – Jane and Bill, Janet and Joe, Mary and Pete, just like many I’d encountered. Same deal.

And yet this time it had been different. I hadn’t escaped so easily. I’d prevaricated because of this new feeling. I hastily took stock. I had stayed on a hunt long after the kill. I had met a lover in the form of a man in the human realm. A First. Bill could meet me, match my skills. Bill had located my spot, caused me to gush like no other, not even Samael. And – was there more? There had been another aspect which I found hard to name, a feeling which had swiftly passed over me during our hours of sexing. It had been a flash of a rich, full feeling. I had felt an empathy with Bill, like he was more than just a mortal man. Bill had stirred me up and I wasn’t accustomed to this chaotic mixture of feelings inside.

Whatever these new ‘feelings’ were or had been, they had disappeared. Vamoosed. I couldn’t remember them. Love? Ha. I felt like my old self again. I felt itchy. Loose. I wanted to be on my way, back into the forest. I remembered the cat, Choo Choo. I thought of the hexacious tower I’d created, amidst all that iron. I had stamped my mark on this couple, I always do. I had reconfigured things between them, and that was what the wife had wanted me to do. Too bad if she had changed her mind. Too bad. And Bill, well, he had given me a turn. I had taken my life in my hands to have intercourse with him. He was one to remember. Okay, I said to myself: there’s nothing like experience. This man Bill has been a first. I will go and say goodbye to him.

Bill greeted me at the door with decisive amorous kisses. I’d only been gone a couple of hours, but already he wanted more of my talents; he was tugging at my clothes, trying to remove my skirt. I pushed him off. That constant shocked expression had disappeared. He looked different. Pinker in the cheeks. He wanted more of me and I’d had enough of him.

“Thank God you’re back. I fell asleep, didn’t find your note at first. I . . . panicked.”

“I went to see your wife.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I wish I hadn’t.”

“I wish you hadn’t either. What did she say?”

“What do you think she said? The usual jealous wife stuff. Do you care?” A strange look came into his eyes. Soft. Thoughtful.

“I don’t want you to disappear like that again.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” Bill wanted to keep me there. He’d struck gold and fuck, shit, damn and hell – yes, he was expecting I might even like to stay with him!

“Me? Stay here with you in this creepy old house, with all these red and yellow walls – me? You freakin kidding me?”

“We can paint them white – or black – or whatever you want. Just stay, another night, at least. Stay a week. A month. However long you like. I was . . . worried.”

“Why should I stay?”

“For the same reason other imps like you have stayed with men. To be happy. Wouldn’t you like it here? What’s your home like? A hut? A bender made of twigs? An earth-floored cave in the woods? Do you live underground? Eh? What? Surely this must have some appeal?”

“Get lost,” I snarled.

“Always so mean, eh? Is that it? I’m to be chewed up and spat out, is that right?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“And where’s my cat, eh? Choo Choo. Where is he? Scared him off too?”

“Oh, fuck your cat.”

“Have you fucked my cat?” He said this with a knowing smirk.

I threw myself at Bill, tore at him and wreaked my vengeance and distaste on him and their Goddamn marriage. I turned nasty on him, biting him and this time when we were fucking we were like cats fighting. Furniture tumbled around us. Again, I was matched.

Bill pinned me down and then he fucked me senseless and dear-God-in-heaven more than anything – this was not okay. This was why I fled in the first place, to be so taken like this by the very first man ever made. Rape. It was all women were to expect. And so my foremother Lilith ran and ran away from man and God, only to be further humiliated in the desert. She was so angry then, she made daemons, thousands of them every day, her offspring. She became an outcast, forever. I spat at Bill and fought, but he held me down and then he fucked me hard and rough and a pearly liquid gushed from between my legs, a silken waterfall slipping out. My whole body spasmed in the fullness of my orgasm. He could make me come just like that. It was as if he’d learnt the knack. And all the while I thought: I am lost, lost. Go home, get out of here. I was embarrassed, torn open. I hated him then. I didn’t want to look Bill in the eye. He thought he now had some power over me because he could make me gush. When he was done he withdrew, his own body shuddering, his semen still dripping. His cock hadn’t shrivelled with the release, it still looked plump and even ready for more. Bill glowed, exulted with his conquest. I’m sure he thought he’d turned a trick himself. He kissed my stomach. But I was cold to him, cold in my heart.

*****

The Tryst, blurb

By Monique Roffey

London, midsummer night. Jane and Bill meet the mysterious Lilah in a bar. She entrances the couple with half-true, mixed up tales about her life. At closing time, Jane makes an impulsive decision to invite Lilah back to their home. But Jane has made a catastrophic error of judgment, for Lilah is a skilled and ruthless predator, the likes of which few encounter in a lifetime. Isolated and cursed, Jane and Bill are forced to fight for each other, and, in doing so, discover their covert desires.

Part psychological thriller, part contemporary magical realism, The Tryst revisits the tale of Adam’s first wife, Lilith, to examine the secrets of an everyday marriage.

*****

Praise for The Tryst

“What makes The Tryst an unexploded virus isn’t just the quality and brightness of Roffey’s writing on sex, even as it uncovers inner glades between flesh and fantasy where sex resides – but the taunting clarity of why those glades stay covered. A throbbing homewrecker of a tale, too late to call Fifty Shades of Red.”

DBC Pierre, Booker Prize winner

*****

BIOG

Monique Roffey is an award-winning Trinidadian-born writer. Her novels have been translated into five languages and short-listed for major awards including
the Orange Prize, Costa Fiction Award, Encore Award, Orion Award and the OCM Bocas Award for Caribbean Literature. In 2013, Archipelago won the OCM BOCAS Award for Caribbean Literature. Her memoir, With the Kisses of his Mouth, was published in 2011. She is a Lecturer on the MFA in the Novel at Manchester Metropolitan University. She divides her time between the East end of London and Port of Spain, Trinidad.

Buy at Amazon:

UK: http://amzn.to/2snABX2 US: https://www.amazon.com/Tryst-Monique-Roffey-ebook/dp/B072BX51PV/

Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esSTfsbP3P4&sns=em

Twitter: @MoniqueRoffey13

Facebook: @MoniqueRoffeyAuthor

Instagram: @MoniqueRoffey

Website: www.moniqueroffey.com

 

J J Montgomery is at Mine Today on her Gun For Hire Blog Tour

 

 

 

Gun For Hire

The Maui Heat Series

by J.J. Montgomery

 

J.J. will be awarding 5 ebook of Gun For Hire to randomly drawn winners 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gun for Hire Blurb:

 

The job should have been easy—patrol a swank beach that serves as a backyard for Maui’s rich, kick out the riffraff, and get a tan in the process. But rent-a-cop Samantha Winters didn’t anticipate a deliciously grumpy cop, Sergeant Grady Roark, who comes down to the beach to bust her chops and instead leaves her breathless…and wondering why the one man who could help her seems determined to thwart her at every turn.

 

Grady is keeping secrets from Sam that have him walking the line between attraction and duty. But when Sam becomes the target of a shadowy organization, Grady will have to choose between the law and the temptation of a woman who has him breaking every rule he’s ever known.

 

The job should have been easy, but when the bullets start flying, Sam learns nothing is as easy as it seems when you’re a Gun for Hire.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon | The Wild Rose Press

 

 

 

Gun for Hire Excerpt:

 

“Why John Deacon, Sam?” Grady’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.

I threw my hands up. “It could be Jesus Christ himself signing my paycheck and I’d still be doing it for the same reasons! The job works for my family. What is your problem with John Deacon? And don’t tell me nothing—you owe me more than that.”

“Maybe I’m just jealous.” Grady stared ahead. “Like you said.”

My stomach did a loop. “Don’t use your charm on me, I’m immune—”

“You think I’m charming?”

“Hell no, I don’t! And particularly not when you’re avoiding my question.”

“But you said I had charm.” He tilted his head and gave me a long, sly look from the corner of his eyes. His teeth flashed white from that tanned face and I nearly had to fan myself when I realized I loved the feeling of Grady teasing me.

I threw my hands up in the air. “I give up!”

He wanted to talk about confusing? All I knew about Grady prior to this day was that he was six-foot-two of gorgeous and about as warm as a polar bear on the North Pole in January. And now—

 

 

 

 

About J. J. Montgomery:

 

J.J. MONTGOMERY writes romantic suspense novels with a sense of humor. Her heroines are as smart as they are
smart mouthed and the men in their lives are just trying to keep up. Gun for Hire is the first book in J.J.’s Maui Heat Series.

If you’d like to know more, including info on her newest book, where she gets her ideas, and how it’s possible she can’t use Facebook, please visit her:

 

 

 

 

Find J.J. Here:

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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.

 

 

 

Buy Seducing Cat Here:

Amazon | B&N | Smashwords | extasy books | kobo

 

 

 

 

 

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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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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