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Werewolves: Scary or Sexy by Sommer Marsden (@sommer_marsden)

thingsthatgohump300x200When I was growing up werewolves were definitely scary. They were never portrayed as hot, buff men with raging libidos and a secret tender side. There were only Werewolf in London werewolves. And then, eventually, in the 80s, we got Teen Wolf werewolves. But a lot of time when werewolves were mentioned, they brought to mind the Wolfman. And that wasn’t sexy.

Boy, how far we’ve come. We have hot werewolves everywhere in fiction and in TV shows. I’m a happy girl. I’ve always been more about claws than fangs (not that werewolves don’t have fangs, mind you, but I’m referring to the vamp versus wolf debate). I want warm and hard and fast and strong not cool and smooth. I guess, technically, they share the fast and strong thing. Okay, you got me.

I came up with the idea of Ellis Bach on a walk. His name was a magician’s trick performed by my brain triggered by a sign for local politics. I took the last name of one man—Ellis and the last named, which I truncated, of another—Bach(man).

And once I had the name my imagination took off. What it supplied me with, all those years ago, was a handsome, big, kind wolf who had a past. Physically, Ellis was inspired by Scott Conant, celebrity chef, because—truth be told—writers and chefs are my rock stars. I gave him the same hair of indeterminate color—sometimes brown, sometimes red, sometimes a bit of a lighter shade shines through. And I gave him his soul mate—Ruby.

Talking about Ellis brings to mind a few of my favorite werewolves now. You can’t go four feet without tripping over them—it’s true. I’ll name just a few:

Alcide on True Blood. Um…yeah. What’s not to like?

Derek Hale on Teen Wolf. Yes, please!

Isaac on Teen Wolf. I must say, when I found out the actor who played him was 26 I was relieved. Because a girl could feel like a weirdo crushing on a teen wolf. But he’s not a teen so…whew.

Scott on Teen Wolf (yeah, yeah, we watch a loooooot of Teen Wolf)

Garrett from my book Base Nature. Yeah, it’s cheating but I wrote him because I lusted after him, so technically it’s cool.

Lucian from Underworld. See, now I would have, upon a glance, cast him as a vamp. Until I really started to pay attention and then…Yeah!

George from Being Human. I must admit to loving that girly pitch his voice hits when he’s startled. It’s brilliant considering he’s a bad ass killer when he sprouts fur.

Josh from Being Human (USA version). Adorbs.

Jake Marlow from Glen Duncan’s The Last Werewolf. The grittiest of all listed. And I love it.


Those are mine. For now, I’ll leave you with a blurb and a passage and wish you a Happy Halloween. Be on the lookout for big, furry men with glowing eyes and bulging pecs. If you see one, by all means, call me!





Big BadBlurb:

Lust according to Ruby:

You read those books where they explain it all away. They make it fine with rationalization. But what if I just want to? What if that’s my whole reason? My life is not a romance novel. I don’t need justification. I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants.

I want Ellis. And I want Tyler.

And I won’t apologize…

What’s worse than wanting both your best friend who’s a vampire and the just-back-in-town alpha werewolf you find yourself fixated on? Finding out that the werewolf in question wants you, too. But he isn’t too keen on the sharing part. Oh, and by the way, you’re his dead mate.

Okay, okay, dead is harsh—reincarnated.

What’s worse than that? Realizing that you believe the whole crazy tale of reincarnation. Because it seems to be true.

And yet you still want them both—together. Vampire and werewolf and you in the middle. Stuck between two predators who want you and only you. To complicate it all, you find out that you can have it. With your new/old mate’s blessing. But just one time before he claims you as his.

Are you brave enough to take it? That one shot?

Well…Are you?



“I need to go back,” I whispered.

Ellis gave a short nod. He looked a lot of things at that moment. Happy, sad, angry, determined. His personality was so big, his presence so huge. He scared me on so many levels and many of them good. In a moment of impulse, I turned and kissed him. Pressing my hands—shaking and freezing in fingerless grey gloves as if they could help me—to his rough cheeks.  I held his face as I kissed him. He growled low in his throat. A constant drone of aggression and want as a back beat to the kiss. Ellis grasped my hips with strong fingers, sank them in so I worried I’d bruise—hoped I’d bruise.

Without thinking, I clasped my hands behind his neck and brought my legs up to wrap his waist. He had only three inches on me and maybe thirty pounds. He was strapping and burly but not bulky, I was curvy and solid but not fat. Our bodies pressed together in the perfect meld and I felt the hard ridge of his cock pressed the cleft of my pussy.

“You’d better stop or I’m taking you right here,” he said. His voice was rough and righteous and I believed him beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I stroked my tongue down over his and tugged the finer hairs at the nape of his neck and the growl turned dangerous. He started to move, to lay me down and I let go of him—falling away as quickly as I had latched on.

“Not yet, not yet!” I said, my hands up in mock surrender.

“Ruby,” he drew the word out and made it sound dirty and sexy and fine.

“I’m sorry. I am. Soon. I will. I just—” I didn’t know what so I shook my head instead of finishing that sentence.

“I can smell the lust on you. It’s thick and smells like lilacs.” When he grinned at me, I wanted to change my mind.

“I know you can.”

“I don’t scare you being a lycan but my want of you does?”

“And the whole dead mate thing,” I said, turning so fast my coat swept open for an instant. I hurried through the dry and brittle grass with Ellis right on my heels.

“Why are you drawn to me? Certainly not because I came into your store and bought sausage as Tyler explained.”

I snorted, shaking my head. How stupid that sounded but in a way it was true. “That’s when you caught my attention. That’s when I started…” I blew out a breath.

“Coveting me?” he chuckled, taking three big steps and grabbing my hand in his big warm one. Heat baked off of him like I was standing close to an oven or a grill. It felt good, that heat. I swore I could smell him even above the cold winter wind. He smelled like a man. Campfires and tobacco and earth.

“Coveting, yes.” My hood flew back off my head and my hair rose up. Tendrils got caught up in the wind and swirled around my head.

“But you want Tyler too,” he said and tugged me so I had to stop.

“Yes, not as…” I stared at my beat up boots until he pushed my chin up with his fingers.

“Not as…?”

I had been about to say not as much as you but realized that wasn’t so accurate. More like “In a different way.”

“He’s your friend?”

I nodded, pushing my unruly hair back even as the wind yanked it away and tossed it asunder again.

“But you want to fuck him?” He grinned.

I felt a stain of embarrassment flood my cheeks but I forced my shoulders back and my head high. “Yes,” I said defiantly.

“Okay. I can live with that. For now.”

I wanted to ask Ellis why the hell I would care if he could live with it. But I did. Why I’d want his approval. But I did. And why it mattered that he accepted it. But it did.

So I simply nibbled my bottom lip until he pulled my hood up and pressed my hair under it. He kissed my nose and said “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”


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Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. That sums it up.

Sommer Marsden has been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse). Her erotic novels include Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes for Ellora’s Cave, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief, Pretty Things Press, Excessica and Resplendence Publishing.

You can find Sommer’s short works in well over one hundred and twenty-five (and counting) erotic anthologies. Visit her at Unapologetic Fiction http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

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Things Go Hump in the Night in Suz deMello’s Vampire Stories (@suzdemello @MFRW_ORG #vampires #vampireromance)

thingsthatgohump300x200Why do we love vamps?

In a word: they’re hot

Like great chocolate, vampires are smooth, seductive and dangerous. They’re invariably wealthy because they prey upon whoever they please and can steal for a living if they choose. Anne Rice’s Lestat is the classic example.

And many female fans enjoy the fantasy of losing control to a sexy, dominant male. On top of that, our culture worships the young and the beautiful.


In my writing, I emphasize not only the vampires’ sensuality, but also their unnatural strength and speed. In Blood is Thicker… my heroine works as a PI. In one scene, she leaps with ease onto the roof of an apartment building.


Blood is ThickerHere’s an excerpt from Blood is Thicker…, a vampire tale set in northern California. A paranormal action-adventure, it features two vampires, one selkie and a kidnapped baby.


I cannot begin to describe the communion that’s created when two immortals connect. Kissing is like an orgasm not only of the body, but of the mind and soul as well. Yes, we have souls, unnatural though they may be.

I tugged him closer, frantic to feel his chest against mine, desperate for his cock to enter me. It had been so long… Besides, up close and personal, John’s sheer masculinity overwhelmed me. I’d forgotten how seductive lust could be. I could become addicted to his kiss, the hard planes of his body beneath my questing fingertips, his raw animal blood-scent.


If you like what you read, find the complete short story here:



suz w name venice maskAbout the author:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms as Totally Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
find Suzie’s books here:


http://www.tinyurl.com/SuzDeMello (publisher’s site)


http://www.suzdemello.com (website)



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Knicker-Dampening Vampires by Victoria Blisse (@victoriablisse)

thingsthatgohump300x200It’s my birthday today and I will definitely be indulging in some of my favourite foods and of course a great big slab of birthday cake.  I’ll send you all a slice though your broadband connections. Might be a bit crumbly once it’s been through the wifi though.

I’m a sweetness and light kinda gal. I don’t like to be scared. I know for some people a scary book or movie is a delight, not me. I end up with nightmares for weeks after. So I tend to try and avoid anything past a Dr Who levels of frightening.

pointForever-Love-VampSo what am I doing here on a blog hop that celebrates all things spooky and paranormal? Good question. I’m here ‘cos my wonderful mate KD asked me to join in with Things that go Hump in the Night and also to introduce you to my vampires.

Yep, I can imagine you blinking and pulling a confused face after reading that. Yes, I’ve written stories about vampires and vampires are pants wettingly scary. However my vampires will make your knickers damp but in a far more pleasurable way.

My vampires have discovered a night club named The Point and how to count to ten. Let me explain. The founder of the club discovered that if a vampire sucks the blood of a human who is just at the point of climax up to a count of ten then that vamp will be satisfied. No need to kill, just to thrill. The Point facilitates the connection between hungry vampires and willing humans.

Here’s an excerpt from the very first Point Vamp book which illustrates the special Suck and fuck technique. We’re diving right into the action, so hang on it’s going to be a bumpy ride:

He gently undulated his hips. One hand rested on her hip, the other on the back of the sofa, and he moved. She knew he was holding himself back, checking that she wasn’t in pain with her ankle. She wasn’t. All she could feel was the ecstasy of him inside of her.

“Yes, fuck me harder,” she gasped after a few minutes of slow, teasing thrusts. She needed more. She needed to feel the violence and the lust she’d seen in his eyes moments earlier. She wanted more.

“Your wish, my lady, is my command.” He leant over her then, his arms came to rest level with her chest, and she lifter her arms straight over her head to accommodate them. She felt so wanton as her breasts lifted higher in the corset, displaying more of her delicate moons to him. She took great delight in feeling his lips press briefly to one then the other before he started to thrust in earnest.

She yelped and mewled. She wanted to speak, but all sensible thought was knocked from her mind as he fucked her hard. She wrapped her hands around his neck and raked her fingers through his hair. He was rough, and she loved it. Every thrust made her body vibrate and her cunt clench to hold in the pleasure, to squeeze his cock and make him groan and pump harder.

pointLush-Point-Vamp“Elizabeth,” he gasped, and she opened her eyes. He was looking down at her, and their gazes met. His look was hungry. He wanted to devour her, and she felt as if she was his prey. “Elizabeth, I’m losing all control, oh God Elizabeth, I can’t hold back any more.”

He kissed her then. His hips still pumped in a frenzy and his kiss matched his cock in its ferocity. He took her breath away, and his lips slipped down her cheek to her chin and landed on her neck. He started to nip and to nibble, he sucked and he bit. She felt as if her skin had been punctured by fine shards of glass, and as he sucked and he fucked her, she came violently without warning, her juices flowing freely.

In the maelstrom of intensity, she felt Hugh still, his cock pressed deep inside of her as his body shuddered in an echo of her orgasm. It was only then she found the ability to think once more as the sharp, arousing sting at her neck retracted.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, scrabbling away from her. “I got carried away.” He was so filled with lust that, at the height of his ecstasy, he had bitten and sucked her. She was like the finest wine. Her blood was the best he had ever tasted. He had to drag himself away from her. She was so good, it only took a few drops to satiate him, but he still wanted more.

“It’s okay. It’s only a love bite.” She reached up and touched the tender flesh, and Hugh saw surprise register on her face as she discovered blood on her fingertips. “Oh, my skin must be a bit thin,” she said.

Hugh pushed a handkerchief into her hand as he licked his lips and removed all traces of his mistake from them.

“I am sorry, Elizabeth. I shouldn’t have—”

“I enjoyed it,” she said. “I’ve never—well, not like that. I mean—oh I don’t know what I mean, but it was good, so good, for me anyway. Was it not so for you?”

Her eyes glittered with unshed tears, and he felt how unsure she was. He had hurt her, and as he struggled into his trousers, he tried to soothe her.

“It was good for me, Elizabeth. Better than good. I lost control for the first time in a long time. I shouldn’t have.”

“Oh, it’s okay. There are worse things than a little bite given at the height of passion. I should be able to hide it okay. I don’t mind at all, really.”

He sighed. She didn’t understand and wouldn’t unless he explained, and he didn’t want to do that. He just smiled.

“Well, if you say so, my lady. I will stop apologising now. I’ll get you some blankets. You will have to sleep there, I think. I don’t think you’ll be able to get upstairs, but it’s late and you should sleep.” He shrugged on his jacket.

“Oh, yeah, I suppose so.”

He could see the disappointment in her eyes. He knew it sounded as if he were giving her the brush off, but what else could he do. If they had sex again, he might just rip out her jugular whilst at the height of passion. He could not let that happen.


Phew. Hot right? Here’s the blurb incase you’re interested in picking up The Point for yourself:

The PointLove conquers all, that is the point but can it bridge the differences between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth is a doctor, she loves her job but likes to escape into the countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don’t know, only time will reveal the answers.

Pick up The Point  or check out all the books in the Point Vamp Series including  First Time Fang Bang an award winning short story you read for free!


Victoria BlisseAuthor Bio:

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out http://smutters.co.uk  for more details.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse

To find out more check out http://victoriablisse.co.uk



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When Darkness Comes Out To Play by Lisabet Sarai

thingsthatgohump300x200I’m thrilled to be here at K.D. Grace’s blog, helping her to celebrate Halloween and the relaunch of her Lakeland Witches trilogy.

When I was a child, I enjoyed All Hallow’s Eve more for the costumes than the candy. I loved becoming someone else – a gypsy, a gargoyle, a princess, a pirate – leaving my shy, awkward, bookish self behind for a few marvelous hours of night-time adventure. In our family, we scorned store-bought attire, sometimes working on our Halloween disguises for weeks before the big night. And on November 1st, as my brother and I tallied our sweet haul, we were already discussing who we’d be next year.

As I reached adulthood, Halloween for me became associated with sex. Okay, I’ll admit that during my twenties, sex colored pretty much everything in my life, but Halloween always seemed a particularly auspicious time for erotic encounters. The costume possibilities expanded to include slinky vamps and cat-women, scantily-attired genies and voluptuous she-demons. Halloween parties partook of some of the abandon of a Carnival masked ball. Leaving your mundane self behind for the night, you could also relinquish your inhibitions. Magic was afoot, kindling shadowy desire and promising fiery consummation.

What’s the essence of All Hallow’s Eve? It’s the night when darkness comes out to play. Each of us has a dark side, no matter how much we might like to pretend we don’t. Halloween calls to that side of our nature, luring it from the depths where we keep it hidden, tempting us to release it and revel in the chaos it might bring.

We externalize the darkness as ghouls and werewolves, specters and vampires. We find them fascinating, thrilling, not recognizing them as mirrors of our own lusts – for violence, for power, for pleasure. On Halloween, though, we’re moved to welcome darkness, at least for a time, to stop acting as though we’re one hundred percent civilized – to let our inner beasts howl.

Necessary MadnessI’ve played with darkness a bit in my erotic fiction. In my M/M paranormal Necessary Madness, my sorcerer-villain tries to steal my hero’s talent for prescience in a ritual of sex and blood, where he’ll excise his victim’s heart just as they both climax. In Rendezvous, the ghost of a nineteen fifties Lothario haunts the run-down motel room where he used to bring his conquests. Invisible and insubstantial, he still manages to teach the young woman stranded there about the pleasures to be found in pain. In The Eyes of Bast (coming from Totally Bound next March), my heroine Shana finds her own powers trying to save her cat-shifter lover from the vindictive witch who cursed him.

Although my M/M/F vampire ménage Fire in the Blood is set in sunny Jamaica, it has a shadowy tone that seems appropriate for Halloween. One reviewer called it “edgy, dark and smoking hot”. Anyway, I thought I’d share a bit from that tale to whet your appetite for the Halloween revels that will soon be here.

Oh, and if you leave a comment with your email, I’ll enter you in a drawing for a copy of the book.


Fire In The BloodIn the heart of darkness, eternal passion burns.

Maddy and Troy hope that a care-free vacation in tropical Jamaica will re-ignite the passion in their five-year relationship. On a scenic mountain trail, Maddy’s horse bolts and carries her deep into the jungle. Injured and lost, she is saved by a seductive giant of a man whose mere presence kindles unbearable lust. By the time she understands his dark nature, it is far to late for her to escape.

Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d’Espoir. He has sworn to never again taste human blood, but when slender, raven-haired Madeleine begs him to take her, he cannot resist.

Troy is hugely relieved when Maddy makes her way back to their hotel after her ordeal in the mountains, but he finds her greatly changed—fiercely passionate in bed, restless and disturbed at other times. The tall, elegant stranger he meets on the beach hold the key to her transformation, and soon has seduced Troy as well. Even Etienne’s most potent magic can’t extinguish the fire in Troy’s and Madeleine’s blood.


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Etienne dragged his belt from the loops of his dungarees. “Give me your hands,” he ordered. Madeleine held them out, palms turned upward in supplication. “I plan to bind you to ensure that you cannot escape me once we have begun. I will give you one more chance. Do you still want this?”

Maddy shivered, imagining herself restrained on the rough bed, powerless and at his mercy. Lust and fear warred in her body. Liquid dripped from her pussy, soaking the satiny robe bunched under her buttocks. She and Troy had played at bondage, silk scarves and velvet blindfolds. This was real.

She sought Etienne’s eyes, seeking reassurance. Fire flickered in the depths of those dark pools. His face was a beautiful mask that offered no solace. He gripped the belt in both hands, twisting as if testing it. “Et bien, Madeleine?”

She wanted it. She could not pretend otherwise. She wanted him, on any terms, wanted whatever he would do to her. Nothing mattered, not his terrifying strength, not his grim warnings, not the feeble image of Troy awaiting her back at the hotel. She reached for the bonds he offered. “Take me,” she whispered.

In an instant, he had slipped the end of the belt through the buckle and caught her wrists in the resulting loop. She felt the leather begin to bite into her skin as he pulled her arms above her head and a further tightness as he secured the other end to the metal bedstead. She tugged at the restraints, verifying the stark fact she could not, in fact, work herself free. Terror and arousal swept through her in alternating waves.

Her heart slammed against ribs. Her nipples and her clit throbbed with her pulse. Without being told, she spread her damp thighs. An oceany scent rose from her exposed pussy.

He shrugged off his vest and pushed his trousers down over his hips. Naked, he was even more formidable, his ebony thighs corded with muscle, his sculpted chest and flat belly gleaming like black marble. His erect cock sprang from the wiry thicket of his groin, on the same gigantic scale as the rest of his massive body.

The shaft looked thick as her wrist. Veins meandered along its endless dark length like creepers on a tree branch. The cap was dusky pink, taut, polished flesh that glistened with moisture.

Maddy moaned at the mere thought of that cock invading her. Saliva gathered in her mouth. “Etienne…” she pleaded, splaying her legs wider in lewd invitation. “Please…”

“Little harlot! Have you no shame?” Even as he chided her, however, the black giant climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs.

She expected ferocity, his power unleashed. She imagined him forcing that awe-inspiring cock deep into her body. Instead, he bent his head and flicked his tongue along the sensitive skin on the inside of her knee.

“Ah…” Pleasure rippled through her, converging on her pussy. He licked again, moving upward, painting her with his cool saliva. She squirmed under his mouth, wanting to feel those thick lips on her aching clit. Gradually, he came closer to her centre, yet still he lingered on her thighs, kissing, nibbling, lapping up the juices that spilled from her hungry, empty sex. She arched up, pushing her pelvis towards him. Without effort, without removing his mouth, he forced her back onto the bed.

He rasped his tongue over the gash she’d received during her wild ride through the forest. Pain sliced into her cocoon of pleasure. The rum had probably disinfected the cut, but her bath had prevented it from clotting. His touch made it throb. When he licked again, the pain intensified.

“Ow! What are you doing?” Etienne ignored her. It felt as though he was probing the wound with his tongue, opening it further. “Wait! Don’t…”

Without warning, there was a hand dabbling in the moist folds at the entrance to her sex. A bolt of pleasure seared her. A finger rocked her clit back and forth, making her shudder and moan. Her lust flooded back, washing away the pain. She felt an odd pulling sensation at the wound site, and her nipples responded, as though he were sucking on those sensitive nubs instead of her thigh. He pushed several fingers deep into her pussy. She clenched around him. Delight rippled out to her extremities as the pull of his mouth intensified. Now she felt the suction in her clit as well as her breasts. Her whole body trembled, balanced on the edge of release.

Etienne plunged what felt like his whole hand into her depths. Something sharp tore into the flesh of her thigh. Her climax hit her, as sudden as a breaking storm, thundering through her, scattering every thought in its wake.

Before she could recover, he was on top of her, his cock nudging against her still-quaking opening, his face inches from hers. His eyes glowed with a fierce, wild light. His lips stretched wide in a grimace of triumph, exposing the pointed teeth of an animal. Blood smeared those lips—her blood. Its rusty scent mingled with his aura of roses. She shuddered, even as her pussy wept tears of new desire.

“Do you still want me, cherie?” he growled. “Now that you know what I am?” He ground his rock-hard erection against the softness at her centre, striking sparks that burned away her fear.

“Yes,” she had time to whisper, before he fastened his gore-stained lips on hers.


RendezvousAbout Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – 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. Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her chosen genre.  She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her creative writing.

For more information about Lisabet and her writing, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). To get updates on her releases, contests and other news, join Lisabet’s List (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lisabets_list).



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Zombie Erotica by Tamsin Flowers (@TamsinFlowers)


First of all, thank you so much, KD, for hosting this amazing October spooky, bumpy, humpy blogfest! I love that Hallowe’en gives us a month-long excuse to celebrate all things scary and – in this case – sexy, too!

Paranormal erotica has been huge in recent years – you can hardly move on Amazon for heart-stopping vampires and super-sexy shifters. I’ve even got my own red hot vampire series on the go – check out The Crimson Bond and The Scarlet Bond if you’re a fan of the blood suckers.

But today I want to bring to your attention as less well appreciated corner of paranormal erotica – zombie erotica! Proponents of zombie erotica are few and far between but you really owe it to yourself to investigate the phenomenon further. Could I perhaps encourage you to read my little collection, Zombie Erotoclypse?


Yes, I heard you, loud and clear. No one wants to imagine having sex with a zombie. Arms and legs dropping off in the middle of getting down and dirty? And that shuffling walk simply isn’t sexy. I know. Really, I do. I wouldn’t want to have sex with a zombie, either.

But… you’ve made an assumption here. That all the sex in Zombie Erotoclypse is zombie sex! Zombies banging away at zombies till they break each other. Nuh-uh! There’s plenty of hot, sultry, life-affirming, human-on-human, did-I-mention-hot, steamy sex between HUMANS in these pages. (Yes, okay, there is the odd snippet of zombie sex – but not with zombies who are literally falling apart.) (Well, okay, there is that one moment…)

Oh, whatever! Here’s an excerpt of sizzling human sex just to tempt you in… (And if you leave comment after, I’ll put your name in the hat for a free copy of Zombie Erotoclypse, to be drawn on Hallowe’en!)


zombie2Excerpt from Red Hot Zombie Cock, from Zombie Erotoclypse

Skylar’s finger traces a line down my upper arm and I turn to look at him.  In the pale sunlight he looks vibrantly alive.  Healthy.  And everything a zombie’s not, with his white blond hair and deep tan.  His eyes always look deeper blue by the ocean and I have a sudden urge for some life affirmation of my own.

I roll onto my side and stretch out an arm to take hold of the back of his neck.  He comes to me as easily as if he’s been expecting it and when our lips meet they’re already open.  He’s as hungry for it as I am and he pushes me onto my back and moves on top.  The bulge I’d felt earlier in the club is firmer now as he rubs his hips against mine.

I push my tongue deep into Skylar’s mouth to explore.  I’ve been here before, drunk, at family weddings before the First Wave, even when I thought he was an odious little shit in comparison to my teen-girl sophistication.  But this is different.  Back then, I was just tasting boy.  Now I’m tasting Skylar and I like the flavor, I decide, as tiny shivers run up and down inside me.  His hands slide up inside the wet shirt, a warm touch in contrast to the cool water, firm and reassuring.  Yes, I’m alive and so is he.

He pushes the fabric up to bunch under my chin and then drops his mouth down to my breasts.  I arch up at him, not caring that we’re out in the open, not caring that I’m rubbing sand into the back of my hair.  I grasp his shoulders and surrender to the pull of his tongue and the gentle pressure of his teeth against my nipple.  Unbidden, my hips tell him what I need and, without taking his mouth away, without interrupting the insistent thrum of pleasure building within me, he snakes one hand down between us to release the tops of our pants.  My own hands get involved and then we’re in a sudden frenzy of unbuttoning, unzipping and wrenching wet denim down each other’s legs.

Skylar laughs, the clear sound of it ringing out in the morning quiet and I can’t help but smile.

“Will I do instead of that hot zombie cock?”

I answer with my hand, swooping down between us to find his cock and guiding it to where I want it.  It feels so unbelievably good against my palm I can hardly bear to let go of it, but when I push its velvety head against my pussy, it’s suddenly easy to let it go.  Skylar raises himself above me on his arms and then gently pushes his way into me, sending a spasm of excitement through my clenching muscles and a flurry of fire rolling along my nerves.  I rake my hands through his pale hair and pull his mouth back to mine.

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About Tamsin Flowers

Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun.  In the words of one reviewer, ‘Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.’ Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she has had a number of novels and novellas published. She’s currently working on Alchemy xii, which will be serialised in monthly instalments over the whole of 2015. Find out more about her at Tamsin’s Superotica or Tamsin Flowers.


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