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Lisabet Sarai Shares The Ingredients of Bliss

I’m very happy to welcome back one of my very favourite guest bloggers and one awesome story-teller, the lovely Lisabet Sarai! I honoured to launch the blog tour for her exciting new novel, The Ingredients of Bliss. There’s fun, there’s a sizzling excerpt, there’s a totally amazing giveaway and of course, links so you can get your own must-have copy of The Ingredients of Blisse!  

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Details for how you can enter the fabulous giveaway are right after the x-rated excerpt

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Lisabet Sarai Bliss tour cover image 2The Ingredients of Bliss: From Short Story to Novel

The characters in The Ingredients of Bliss made their first appearance in my short story Her Secret Ingredient. At the time, I had no thoughts of following that story with a novel-length sequel. Totally Bound had contacted me and asked if I’d like to contribute to their new What’s Her Secret imprint. The concept sounded intriguing – a series where each heroine keeps something hidden from the other characters, until she’s forced to reveal it.

As I pondered the possibilities, the story started to take shape in my mind. Mei Lee “Emily” Wong is a French-trained chef from Hong Kong who is invited to America to appear on a cooking show with the famous Gallic foodie, Etienne Duvalier. A culinary traditionalist, Etienne scorns Emily’s more creative approach to cooking. To win him to her side, she spikes a test dish with an ancient Chinese aphrodisiac. However, the nerdy producer Harry Sanborne samples the adulterated profiteroles before she has a chance to offer them to Etienne, and reacts with delightful passion. Though she’s drawn to Harry, the ambitious Chinese gal resolves to try again, with disastrous results. When Etienne consumes the aphrodisiac, she finds him on his knees, begging to be sexually dominated – on national television! Harry saves the day and sweeps Emily the rest of the way off her feet. In the final chapter of the book (exclusive to the VIP edition available directly from Totally Bound), Harry reveals his interest in BDSM and Emily discovers, much to her surprise, that she has a strong submissive streak – at least when Harry is topping her.

I was pretty happy with Her Secret Ingredient. It’s light and funny and sexy. However, I thought I was done with Emily, Harry and Etienne. Then the publisher asked if I could write a follow-up novel.

I was floored at first. I mean, I didn’t know these characters all that well. How deeply can you explore someone in 15K? Still, I like to make people happy, especially my publishers, so I put on my thinking cap. My first breakthrough was the notion of setting the novel in France. In 2013 I spent two weeks touring that fabulous country, so I thought maybe Emily, Harry and Etienne might follow in my footsteps.

With two males and one female, a ménage seemed inevitable. However, Harry is a Dom and Etienne has masochistic tendencies. How was I going to work that? And whom does Emily really want? The suave, seductive Frenchman, or the virile, sexually-creative American? Or both? And (aside from love scenes and the travel log), what was I going to do with the requisite 60,000 words?

The answers came to me gradually. I came to know my characters more intimately. I realized that Emily was as confused and uncertain about the situation with her two lovers as I was. So I let her work it out, giving the plot a radical twist that brought her true feelings into stronger relief.

And now? I think could write another novel about Emily, Harry and Etienne. Will I? That all depends on the reception I get to The Ingredients of Bliss!

 

Blurb for The Ingredients of Bliss:

One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?

Accomplished cook Mei Lee “Emily” Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.

When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organizations?


Lisabet Sarai Bliss tourX-Rated Excerpt: The Ingredients of Bliss by Lisabet Sarai

“What’s eating you, Em?”

Harry looked up from one of his favorite positions—crouched between my spread legs—and searched my face. The usual mischief gleamed in his cinnamon-brown eyes—a bit unfocused without his glasses—but his lush mouth showed no trace of a grin.

“Shouldn’t that be who, rather than what?” My laugh sounded forced, even to my own ears. It turned to a squeal as he swept his tongue along the length of my cleft, ending with a neat flick to my clit.

“I’m serious. Something’s bothering you.”

Sometimes his intuition scared me. “It’s nothing, really.” How did this guy know me so well, after a mere three months?

“Tell me!”

“Ow!” He’d pinched the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

“Do I have to beat a confession out of you—again?”

His casual reference was enough to send my mind spinning back to that wild night when he’d first revealed his kinky streak. Tied to the iron railing at the look-out atop Twin Peaks, my panties around my ankles and my dress bunched up around my waist, I’d received my first searing lesson in submission.

Unruly hair fell into his eyes, making him look younger, and rougher, too—a bit like Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire. I wanted to brush those black locks off his brow, to touch him, to soothe and reassure him—to feel his lovely muscles shift under the tanned skin of his broad shoulders. Bound hand and foot to the bed frame, all I could do was writhe and yelp as he burrowed his face in my pussy, while raking my thighs with his fingernails.

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. Wasn’t there a time when I could tell the difference?

Whatever he was doing, I liked it. I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t.

 

Blog Tour Prizes

First prize: $30 gift certificate to Sur La Table (http://www.surlatable.com)

Second prize: $20 gift certificate to Whole Foods Market (http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com)
Third prize: Three-pack of ebooks from my back list, including a copy of Her Secret Ingredient, the prequel to The Ingredients of Bliss.

I’ll also be giving a PDF copy of my own original cookbook, Recipes from an International Kitchen, to everyone who leaves a comment. AND I have a bonus $10 Totally Bound gift certificate for the tour host who gets the most reader comments.

To enter, simply leave a comment that includes your email address. You can enter once for each spot in the tour. For the full tour schedule, go to:

http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2014/08/ingredients-of-bliss-blog-tour-starts.html

 


Lisabet Sarai Bliss tour 1The Ingredients of Bliss
By Lisabet Sarai

Contemporary BDSM ménage

Totally Bound, 2014

Get your copy today!

The special VIP edition of The Ingredients of Bliss is now available from Totally Bound. This version contains a sizzling bonus chapter not available from other retailers. Totally Bound has the most advanced book selling site of any independent publisher on the web, with new One-Click ordering and direct delivery to all e-reader platforms. 

 

About Lisabet:

I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I’ve continued to indulge both passions as I’ve matured. Usually I’m an improvisational cook; I’m not all that fond of following recipes, and when I do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the more spice, the better.

You could say the same about my writing. Since the release of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I’ve published lots of erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.

 

Find Lisabet here:

Website: http://www.lisabetsarai.com

Blog: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai

Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai

 

 

Eden Bradley’s Forbidden Fruit — A Tastey Treat

I’m very excited to have as my special guest today, the delicious Eden Bradley! And what a treat she has for us today, Forbidden Fruit, yummy and now available in the UK! AND there’s even more yumminess with a giveaway. Welcome, Eden!

FORBIDDEN FRUIT was originally released in the US in 2008, and is now available in the UK in paperback and for your Kindle, and has also just been reissued in the US! I’m so thrilled this book is having the opportunity to reach new readers-it’s long been a favorite of mine.
Having a personal history as a ‘cougar’ myself, I loved writing the older woman/younger man story. But my hero, Jagger, is forbidden fruit in more than one way. And the kink I explore in this story is one part forbidden, and often one part fruit, too. Think honey and chocolate syrup, strawberries and wine…things get messy, but luckily Jagger’s favorite fetish—seeing a woman wet in the shower—cleans things up. Except things tend to get dirty in the shower, too…: )

And Jagger…oh, he’s beautiful…loosely based on Lenny Kravitz, who I’ve had a long-time crush on, Jagger is a chef, and who doesn’t love a man who can cook? Let’s take a look at FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

Ever been tempted…?

While Mia Curry’s university students cram into her class on sexuality, Mia has always kept her own private fantasies carefully under wraps – until now…

Jagger James is everything Mia wants and everything that is taboo: he’s young, gorgeous – and a student.

But how can Mia resist?

From the bestselling author of THE DARK GARDEN comes an irresistibly romantic tale of forbidden attraction.
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Eden BayleyForbidden-Fruit-UK-200x315EXCERPT (Warning-it’s a little X-rated!)

“Do you have any honey, Mia Rose?” He stroked her nipples with his fingertips.

“Honey? Um…oh, don’t stop.”

He grinned a little wickedly. “I have more in mind for you. The honey?”

“Yes. In the kitchen.”

She was shaking all over already, imagining what he might do with it.

“Show me.”

She moved on unsteady legs into the kitchen with Jagger trailing behind her. Her mind was as numb as her legs. But she found the squeeze bottle of honey in a cabinet and silently handed it to him.

“Now the bathroom.”

She swallowed, nodded, then stepped into the hall, showed him the door. He smiled at her, moved past her, and turned the light on.

“Ah, this is perfect. I was thinking the shower, but this old tub. The claw feet. Oh, this’ll be Victorian porn.”

She laughed a little. But her entire body was steaming with lust. She could hardly wait for him to touch her.

He pulled his shirt over his head. His jeans went next, until he was standing naked in front of her. His cock was as beautiful as she remembered, hard and golden brown, the head swollen. She licked her lips as he slipped her robe from her shoulders. Ah, too good to be naked with him. She was soaking wet already.

He swept her hair from her face, picked up a clip from a basket she kept on the counter and piled her shoulder-length hair on top of her head. He leaned in to brush a kiss across her lips, whispered against them, “Now get in the tub, Mia Rose.”

“Oh. Oh…”

She did as he asked, with Jagger holding her arm as she stepped over the edge of the old porcelain tub. She felt more naked than she ever had in her life, standing in the middle of the bathtub, her nipples hot and hard, the porcelain cold and smooth beneath her feet.

“Sit down, baby. Yeah, just like that. Stay right there.”

He picked up the bottle of honey and licked his lips, watching her. She was absolutely dying for him to touch her, to put that slick, sticky honey on her skin. To do to her whatever he wanted.

“Do you know, Mia Rose,” he said quietly, “that until I met you I’d lost my passion for food. It was probably buried there, underneath the burnout. But you’ve brought it back for me. In ways I never expected. I wanted to tell you so you’d know this isn’t just for you. It’s for me, too.”
She nodded, unable to speak, her chest, her sex, aching with such keen anticipation she could barely think. The porcelain of the old tub was cool against her bare bottom. But the cold, the hard surface, all seemed part of it somehow.

Jagger leaned closer, raised the bottle, and squeezed a stream of golden honey onto her shoulder. She trembled as it hit her skin, dripped down in an endlessly slow track. And she felt suddenly as though everything were moving in slow motion: Jagger’s sultry smile, her own breath, the honey sliding over her shoulder, her collarbone, the curve of her breast. And the heat moving languidly through her system.
“God, Jagger,” she breathed.

He moved the bottle lower, squeezed it once more, and the honey flowed over her breasts while she watched, paralyzed by the current of desire shivering through her. Her sex swelled, pulsed, between her thighs.

Was this really happening?

When he moved lower, let the honey drip over her belly, her thighs, she could barely handle it. She wanted to spread her legs, to offer him her aching breasts, to beg him to touch her, to lick the honey from her skin. How exquisite to know he would in only a few moments.

And then he reached out a hand and began to smear the golden liquid over her: down her arm, which felt as sensual to her at that moment as though he’d slipped his hand between her thighs. Her mind was emptying out at an alarming rate, and she struggled for a few moments as his fingers traced that stickiness over the undersides of her breasts. Finally, she gave herself over to the inevitable. Let her mind go, gave her body entirely to him.

“Ah, Jagger.” This time it came out on a long sigh.

“Yeah, baby. You love this, don’t you? I can see it. In the way you’re breathing, in the way you hold your hands perfectly still. I’ll taste you soon. Lick every inch of your skin. But not yet.”

A tremor ran through her at his words, at knowing he would do everything he said he would.

Yes.

Then his hands were all over her, sliding in the honey, massaging it into her breasts. He played around her nipples, rubbing in circles, until the pure need for his touch made them hurt. But it was too good, the way he was touching her, torturing her, the waiting itself.

He spread the honey across her belly with his hands, and lower, into her dark curls. She shivered, moaned.

His voice was quiet, low, full of smoke. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Using his thumb, he pressed the stickiness into her clitoris. She groaned aloud, writhing, panting suddenly. And then he bent his head and slid his tongue over her throat, down to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking.

“Jagger!”

Her hands went into his hair, into the dark, silky, gold-tipped curls. He sucked harder, paused to lick, to bite a little. Her body surged into his mouth, her hips arcing. Desire moved through her, sharper now, making her swell, ache, all over. She was nothing but heat and need, dizzy with it all.

Eden Bradley giveaway sanctuarycover150x225CONTEST! Talk to me here if you’ve ever recognized the sensuality of food. Is it the way chocolate melts on your tongue? A little experimentation in the bedroom with some champagne? Is it nothing more than an appreciation while browsing the gorgeously-colored produce at a farmer’s market? Or does it all seem a bizarre idea to you? And does anyone remember the food scene in the movie 9 ½ Weeks? That may have been a point of inspiration for me. I’ll be back to choose a winner tomorrow (US time) since ‘tomorrow’ for all of you is the middle of the night for me. : ) The prize is an e-copy of my kinky novella SANCTUARY!

***Just a note: my BDSM novel THE DARK GARDEN is available now in the UK, too, in paperback or for your Kindle! Many more of my books will be released there all through the year, including my ‘Edge’ series (written under my alternate pen name, Eve Berlin)—PLEASURE’S EDGE (out soon!), DESIRE’S EDGE and TEMPTATION’S EDGE, with more of my ‘Eden’ books after that!

Thanks to KD for allowing me to drop by for a visit! And I hope you’ll all visit me on my websites

Find Eden Bradley Here:

website links:
EdenBradley.com
EveBerlin.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/EdenBradley

Buy Links:
Forbidden Fruit: http://edenbradley.com/books/novels/forbidden-fruit/
Sanctuary: http://edenbradley.com/books/novellas/sanctuary/