Heated Leather Lover

When Tam Bouie rides into town on her motorcycle, she finds the welcoming committee of her dreams. In a bar called Issues, the beautiful femme Yasmin Miller seems to have been waiting for a butch on a steel horse to sweep her off her feet.

Yasmin has a serious fetish for women in leather and isn’t afraid to go after what she wants—until she discovers that Tam isn’t just passing through. Convinced that their town is too small for the explosive love affair that threatens to ignite, and the possible fallout if it goes sour, Yasmin drops Tam as quickly as she picked her up.

Tam, however, doesn't give up easily, and Yasmin’s resolutions to stay away from her won’t mean a thing if she can’t resist the sexy butch’s heated leather love.

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Review:

This story heats up FAST. Tam is a leather dyke and Yasmin is a flirty femme together they are fire! Three pages in and it started getting hot and heavy. It didn't really stop. While it is an erotic story there is just enough romance to make this girl smile. 

This book was well written and flowed at a good pace. It was enjoyable and believable. Ms. Leong is an author I will look for again.

5/5

Ameliah Faith

One Flesh by Annabeth Leong

One Flesh

By Annabeth Leong

Blurb:

Leticia and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.

As it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it's something that Rosalie has never done either.

The women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they've never formed with anyone else. They've never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.

Excerpt:

"I'll call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order," Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. "Can you call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can't get a straight answer out of them about it."

Her fiancée smiled indulgently. "Better yet. I'll go in person on my lunch break, and they won't know what hit them."

"Great." Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She'd wanted to go to bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night. "That's got to be enough for now."

Leticia stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She'd changed into a cute pair of pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover's curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie proper attention.

"We can't quit planning yet," Rosalie said. "We haven't discussed the most important thing, and it's coming up soon."

Leticia groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded, highlighted lists. "We've talked about everything I had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don't see what we're—"

"The wedding night," Rosalie purred. "We haven't discussed that at all."

There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she had at Rosalie's makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman's soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her skin tone. She'd been forced to come back later, not that she'd minded.

Now that she'd figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent. For all her lover's passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes again. "We've reserved our hotel room the night of. We've got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days after that. Everything appears to be in order."

"The wedding night," Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia's teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an invitation to take the word "night" and run with it. "The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel."

"You mean to take a good, long nap? I'm sure we'll be tired after dealing with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too." Leticia couldn't resist continuing the act.

"Not a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed." Now Rosalie colored, a deep red undertone becoming visible beneath the screen of her makeup.

Leticia composed her face as much as she could manage and shrugged. "Oh, are you talking about sex?" A giggle threatened to slip through at Rosalie's incredulous, exasperated expression. "I don't know. I've read tons of articles about how people get so exhausted from all the things leading up to a wedding that they don't even really want to have sex by the time the day is done. We'll have plenty of time for that later in the honeymoon, won't we?"

"Don't even really want to have sex," Rosalie repeated slowly, as if the phrase was a math problem and she couldn't quite work it out. Her forehead wrinkled in utter puzzlement. A snort burst from Leticia. Realization dawned on Rosalie's face. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and tossed it at her. They'd both collapsed in giggles by the time the thin paper floated airily to the floor beside Leticia.

Leticia allowed the force of her laughter to pull her off the chair. She crawled the short space to Rosalie's chair and raised one brown foot to her lips. Leticia did enjoy a little foot worship now and then, but her current mood was far from reverent. Slowly, carefully, she slipped her mouth over Rosalie's polished big toe. She licked until Rosalie's breathing changed, confused between laughter and moaning. Then Leticia lifted off the toe and pressed her mouth to the sole of Rosalie's foot. She inhaled, gripped the ankle tightly, and blew a powerful raspberry.

Rosalie squealed and tried to get away. Leticia smiled but kept up the wet, ticklish vibrations. Rosalie's foot jerked in her hands. Leticia kept hold easily. She had plenty of practice restraining patients, which happened to have fun applications at home.

Rosalie writhed as she laughed. Leticia drew breath for another raspberry, but cut her eyes up as much as she dared. She didn't want to miss the sight of her lover, breasts bouncing under her shirt as her rib cage shook, hips rolling as she struggled to get away, face squeezed tight as if to ward off the unbearable sensation of being tickled. Effectively, this previewed Rosalie's orgasm. Warm arousal spread through Leticia's body as she forced Rosalie to stay in this state, and as she looked forward to seeing the real thing very soon.

Rosalie rained playful blows onto Leticia's head. "Why the hell am I marrying you?" It took forever for her to get the sentence out, as she had to gasp each word between shrieking laughs.

Leticia grinned and tugged at her lower legs. Her lover took the hint and rolled out of the chair to join her on the floor. Leticia wrapped her arms around Rosalie, who felt small and hot and curvy. She slipped one hand down to tickle between her ribs, rewarded by another delicious howl. Rosalie shoved at her chest. "You are evil, I swear."

"I'm sorry," Leticia said softly, managing to sound sincerely regretful. She kissed Rosalie's temples with great tenderness, until her lover relaxed and stopped wriggling. Leticia murmured more soothing words, rubbing Rosalie's back... then licked the side of her face.

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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian Cops, Circlet Press's love-spell anthology Like Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers In Darkness, and others. When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines.

Design and Scandal

She Knows She's Beautiful

By Annabeth Leong

Erzabet, thanks so much for hosting me again! It's great to be here.

My favorite review of Design and Scandal so far said, "Kahala Lin is the type of woman I’ve always aspired to be" (and thanks for that, Pauline Michael at Night Owl Reviews). I'm so proud the reviewer felt that way, especially because it wasn't easy for me to write Kahala. It brought up a lot of my own issues, in fact.

I knew when I started writing the book that I wanted Kahala to be proud of herself and her body. I wanted her to be on the other side of the societal shame about being a curvy girl—full of acceptance, owning her sexuality, and okay with being different from the mainstream concept of beauty.

I had no idea how hard that was going to be for me to write. Honestly, that's not at all how I think about my own body. Too often, the sight of myself in the mirror brings a sort of sick, hopeless feeling. Just last night, I was out shopping for bras. It wasn't a good night for that (sometimes it just seems like insecurity is in the air), and the way I looked under the dressing room lights was making me tear up. I ended up leaving the store empty-handed, to the disappointment of my husband, who gets excited about the idea of picking out pretty lingerie.

I remember how it felt to write the sex scenes in Design and Scandal. Normally, I turn myself on when I write sex, and I do it with exuberance. When I wrote these scenes, I was cringing inside. I worked hard to allow Kahala to be herself and to be unashamed, but she turned out to be farther down that path than I was. I made sure that James was not just accepting but crazy about her, but I had trouble believing the things he said. I edited the first few chapters over and over again, trying to get the tone right. After I turned the book in to my editor, I felt a backlash of shame. I was so sure she was going to come back to me and say that my scenes weren't good.

On the contrary, my editor was excited about the heat of the book and the confidence of the main character. And a funny thing happened as I was working on my edits—coming at my sex scenes as a reader and editor rather than as a writer, I found they had been transformed. I saw the affirmation, the sexiness, and the sense of connection gleaming out of them. I saw the beauty that I knew Kahala ought to have. I'd managed to give it to her despite my battles with my own insecurities, and that made me so happy.

This is what amazes me about writing. My characters can go beyond what I'm able to actually do and feel. They can be better, wiser people. Writing can present a vision, a possibility. Kahala isn't perfect, and she can be shaken. Her attitudes about women's bodies change over the course of the story. In the end, however, I wrote a character who's a lot stronger and braver than I am.

I'm not exactly sure which parts of Kahala touched the reviewer I mentioned at the beginning. She may admire her for different reasons. But Kahala is the type of woman that I, too, aspire to be. Someday, I want to look at my body with the same confidence that she has. Songs frequently celebrate the idea of a woman who doesn't know she's beautiful, but I say, forget that. Someday, I want to know I'm beautiful the way Kahala does.

Excerpt:

“I said I wouldn’t bother you,” James said slowly.

“What if you’re not bothering me?”

James allowed his fingers to dart out and brush the palm of her hand. Kahala closed her eyes. Her face looked even softer when she relaxed. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her cheek. Her hair smelled like pikake flowers, sweet and clear. He whispered in her ear. “I’ve never seen a woman more my type than you.”

She turned her head until his mouth touched not her cheek but her hot, plush lips. They stayed still that way for a moment, her breath tickling his upper lip. Then James lifted his hands to her shoulders and pulled her close. Against his, her body was all curves, all woman, all flesh he wanted to explore with fingers and tongue. Her mouth opened to him and he forgot himself in the flavor of her kiss.

“I love this dress but I want to tear it off you.”

He felt her lips curve. “Well, don’t do that.” She guided his hand to a set of laces running down the left side of her body.

His fingers closed around a bow tied at the bottom of her thigh. He tugged one tail of it experimentally. “Am I allowed to do this?”

“I locked the trailer door when I came in.”

James took that as permission. He pulled the bow apart and touched the bare brown flesh the action revealed. He kissed the base of her throat and cupped the side of her thigh, massaging a little. Kahala’s flesh yielded to his touch, molding itself to the palm of his hand. James slipped the laces open farther, tracing the webbed pattern they made over the upper part of her leg.

He wanted her so much that his throat felt tight. She felt right under his fingers, under his lips, like everything he’d been missing through months of travel and publicity appearances. “I don’t know if I can go slow,” he confessed.

“I don’t want to go slow,” Kahala said. “Finish pulling out those laces.”

James didn’t need to be asked twice. He undid the rest of them, his heart pounding as more of her body spilled out of the dress and into his hands. He slipped the fabric out of the way, thinking he wanted to get her naked as soon as possible.

That was before he saw her underwear. James actually stood back and gaped. Her red bra did not attempt to contain her large, delicious breasts. Instead, it only lifted them, making her curves even rounder and more alluring. The garment projected a lazy, sensual air, like a thing strapped halfway on for a brief foray out in the middle of a day in bed. It covered her nipples only partially, the dark, puckered flesh peeking out above scalloped lace. A red thong framed her generous ass and cupped her mound, revealing hints of the shape of the lips beneath. But where most thongs resorted to elastic strings for the waistband, this rose into a wreath of lace that cupped the lower part of her stomach and emphasized how every curve of her body flowed into every other—breasts to stomach to hips to thighs. The sight left him torn between touching her and gazing at her.

When he managed to meet her eyes again, Kahala was grinning. “I made those, too,” she said.

“I’ve got no worries about what you’ll do with me,” James said, remembering the costume she was supposed to be designing.

Kahala’s wink made him forget it again. “Good,” she said, “because I plan to do plenty with you.” She glanced toward the bed in the back of the trailer. “Why don’t you get on that?”

Blurb:

Costume designer Kahala Lin didn't get into her line of work to make clothes for tiny models. She dreams of creating high-fashion masterpieces for BBWs such as herself. When she's hired to work on costumes for the science fiction movie Laser Sentinel, she passes up the opportunity to dress the film's heroine and ends up with the hardest job on set—pleasing the demanding and devastatingly handsome star, James Corwin.

James is one of Hollywood's best known actors, but he's in trouble when he's forced into working on this dud of a movie. James can't relax and enjoy the shoot on Hawaii's black sand beaches. He needs to prevent this film from becoming an embarrassment, starting with making sure he's not shot wearing nothing but spandex, a headdress and a ray gun. His collaboration with the new costume designer starts out promising, but soon he's so busy taking off her clothes that he's hardly thinking about what he'll wear at all.

The press, however, discovers their relationship almost before it begins, and the resulting scandal threatens both their livelihoods and James' chances with Kahala.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave, Heated Leather Lover.

Giveaway:

Check out the rafflecopters below for information on how to win one of my giveaways! For the all-digital giveaway, I'm offering a $5 gift card to Ellora's Cave, and digital downloads of two of my other EC titles. For the goodie bag, I've got some fun swag from EC's Romanticon 2013 (the physical prize is US only due to the cost of mailing—apologies to my international friends and fans). Good luck!

The House of Erotica Witching Hour

Inside you will find thirteen spooky erotic stories. From shapeshifters to wild nights with the dead there's a theme to suit everyone. 

Stories from Victoria Blisse, Isabel Holley, Nicky Raven, Heather Lin, Vanessa de Sade, Gemma Parkes, Tilly Hunter, Lucy Felthouse, Elizabeth Black, Nephylim, Annabeth Leong and Daddy X.

This little gem is in my ereader for a spooky night of sexy fun!

There are some awesome authors in this collection and I could hardly wait for the kids to get their candy, dinner to get made and time for bed so I could curl up with a good book.

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The Fugitives's Sexy Brother: A Visit With Annabeth Leong

BDSM Comes in Different Flavors

By Annabeth Leong

BDSM can seem like a monolithic practice, but really there are as many ways to do it as there are couples that practice it.

In my latest release, The Fugitive’s Sexy Brother, I included three BDSM romances—one between the two main characters, and two subplots with minor characters. I wanted each of them to feel distinct, so I made sure to vary the tone of the way they used restraints and other BDSM techniques. Here are short descriptions of the three styles I used, along with brief excerpts from the scenes.

1.  Sweet and caring

One of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard from a lover was, “I want to hold you in my lap and brush your hair for a while.” Fernando and Carolina, who practice this style in the book, use BDSM to express deep affection for each other. Restraints are part of the way that Fernando fusses over Carolina, and they free Carolina to enjoy the sensation of being cared for without feeling the need to reciprocate.

Excerpt:

He knelt beside her and she wrapped her arms around his neck like a child. Fernando lifted her up, then into the tub. Finally, Carolina gave him the lover’s smile he craved. She held his gaze as she put her hands up to the discreet metal bar he had installed just above the lip of the tub.

“You know what to say if you want out,” he reminded her.

“Basta.”

“Right.” He clipped on the restraints, trapping her hands above her head and leaving her body at his mercy. Then Fernando turned on the water in the tub, careful to move her legs away from the stream until it warmed to a pleasant temperature. He covered the drain, then scooped a few handfuls of the lavender beads off the floor and into the water.

Water filled the tub and the scent of lavender wafted more strongly through the air. At first all Fernando did was play with her hair. He undid the bun, then finger-combed her hair out in long, black tresses to either side of her face. He took her brush off the sink and used it until the water level rose high enough to make her breasts float.

When Fernando finally set the brush down, he took up a washcloth. He anointed it with honey-scented soap, then leaned over the edge of the tub and stroked it slowly down the side of her face and neck. She purred under its rough touch. He rinsed the soap away with water poured from a cupped hand.

Carolina smiled in response. He saw her relax, her arms loose and comfortable where they hung from her wrist restraints.

2.  Challenging and playful

Javier and Emily play BDSM games with each other to test and explore each other’s boundaries. Through BDSM, they learn about each other’s likes, dislikes, and personalities. Their style involves a lot of cursing, a lot of mock-angry glares, and a lot of giggling.

Excerpt:

Javier snapped one cuff onto her left wrist and the other onto her right ankle, trapping Emily in a half-cross-legged position. It was a clever way to restrain her and she shivered with the sense of helplessness it gave her. If she tried to move, she’d be off-balance and easy to control. Javier kissed her forehead. “How are you doing?”

She smiled bravely. “Good.”

“Glad to hear it. Now, I’m going to assume you want to put your pants back on before we walk back into your building.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“And they’re not going to go on very well while your leg is attached to your arm like that.”

“So I need to get these handcuffs off.”

Javier’s smile showed a lot of teeth. “Oh, I’m not going to let you have anything that could be used to pick locks. You’re going to have to convince me to take them off.”

Another jolt of arousal quivered through her body. “What would convince you?”

“Well, I took your pants off because I want to see you come. A lot. But.” Here he paused and smiled wickedly. “I’m going to be too busy driving to make you come myself. If you’re very good and come three times before we get to your apartment, then I’ll take the handcuffs off and give you back your pants before I take you inside.”

Emily worried she’d drip onto the seat. “And if I don’t?”

“It’s going to be really interesting to see how you move when you’re restrained like that, isn’t it?” Javier started the car while Emily gaped. “Hey, I was nice,” he added. “You’re right handed, and that’s the one I left free. Imagine if you were trying to bring yourself off three times with your non-dominant hand.”

3.  Harsh and masterful

Neva craves Guy’s strong hand. When she’s in the hands of an expert, Neva feels a deep sense of peace. She enjoys difficult scenes and pain, and seeks the meditative experience of finding the pleasure hidden beyond these obstacles.

Excerpt:

“Show me how you feel, Guy.”

He swallowed. “I don’t think you want that.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh, really? You think I can’t take what you’ve got?”

The next few moments happened in a blur that she had to decode. Guy charging at her. Her shirt stripped off with efficient force. Her bra unclasped, yanked free, then tied around her wrists. His mouth on her nipples, first lips and tongue, then plenty of teeth.

Neva squirmed and yelped from the shock of his grasp, but Guy took the tip of her nipple pointedly between two teeth and she stilled immediately. Fear and arousal warred in her body as he pulled his mouth back, stretching the delicate flesh away from her body and pulling her breast taut. She winced as he continued to pull, pain flowering over her breast.

As the sensation hit her synapses, her instinct to surrender kicked in and she belonged to him completely. “Guy,” Neva whispered, “I want you to hurt me.”

He opened his mouth and let her breast fall out. “I don’t do soft,” he said. “You won’t be getting a play spanking from me. I want to own you.”

“Yes…”

He removed her jeans, shoes, and panties.

“If you want me to stop what I’m doing at any point, you tell me so. I’ll stop immediately.”

“I’m not going to ask you to stop.”

“You don’t know what I’m going to do to you.”

“You don’t know what I’ve fantasized about you doing.”

Blurb:

Emily Boysen is sick of low-level bounty hunting jobs that don’t pay her rent, and sick to death of her ex-boyfriend taking credit for her work. Ready to claim her due, she takes on the quarry of a lifetime, the notorious Fernando Bonavita. But instead of the fugitive, she captures his sexy younger brother, Javier.

Javier Bonavita never wanted to know the truth about his older brother’s activities, instead protecting him out of loyalty. When he uses his hacking skills to pose as Fernando, he never expects to uncover crimes he can’t stomach. Beautiful Emily has no idea how glad he is to be in her custody—as long as he’s her prisoner, he doesn’t have to face his brother.

Passion flares between Emily and Javier, and soon he’s putting the handcuffs on her. Suspicion grows along with their feelings, though. A sinister plot centers around Fernando, and untangling it will test their loyalties to the limit.

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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at annabethleong.blogspot.com, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave, Get Laid.

Thanks for being on the blog today Annabeth. I love the three aspects of BDSM that you talked about. What a sizzling story! I am adding this to my teetering TBR pile.