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Stories include:

The Mermaid Tattoo: When Erin goes on a cruise with friends to forget her failed romance, new revelations will make her holiday season bright.

Captain, Oh Captain: A Temptation Resorts Story: Every fantasy can be made real at Temptation Resorts. Even the cruise line that brings you there.

Holiday Gifts: A Temptation Resorts Story: Never underestimate the power of seduction and hidden benefits of dating the boss.

Wrapped in Red: Sexy times ensue when a chance encounter leads Laurel to a boudoir photography session.

Excerpt from Mermaid Tattoo

Someone had created a winter wonderland. Evergreen trees lit up with white Christmas lights graced every corner. Fluffy piles of “snow” lined the walls, and in the far corner of the room, one very large tree presided over the rest. Crystal ornaments and silver slivers of tinsel glittered as the light bounced off every surface. Mermaids frolicked amid the snow-flocked branches. Hundreds of shells and other sea life dangled between delicate blown-glass bulbs that gave the tree an ethereal under-the-ocean glow.

“God, it's gorgeous.”

Erin stepped into the room and marveled at the skill of whoever had set up the scene. It was spectacular. Movement on the far side of the room made her pause. She glimpsed a blonde woman with skin-tight jeans and a tight black tee hanging garland. She stepped off the ladder and retreated into the shadows.

I want to meet her.

The thought came unbidden, and it made her smile. She checked her watch and sighed. She didn't have much time before the shops closed, and she did want to check out that photography studio.

“Thank you.” A voice came out of the shadows at the far side of the room.

Erin started. “Oh!” She began to spin around to see who’d joined her, but as she did, she experienced a sudden draft of air. The front of the dress slipped open as the tie unfastened. In horrifyingly slow motion, it fell apart, revealing the black satin bra and matching thong panties she’d worn for the occasion.

A dark chuckle of female laughter met her ears as the mysterious person in the shadows made her way toward the glow of the tree. “Need some help with the dress there, tourist girl?”

Erin yanked the tie closed, furious. She turned to make a nasty retort when the owner of the voice came into view. Every thought trickled out of her mind as she stared at the vision of loveliness in front of her. Long blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face. The other woman’s lips were curved upwards in a mischievous smile. Blue eyes bordering on purple flashed with merriment. Or possibly it was just the light. The tight pink shirt with “Fight Like a Girl” blazed across the front made her smile.

As her eyes adjusted and she took in the high breasts and shapely form in front of her, Erin's mouth went dry, and her insides were infused with heat. A girl? I'm getting hot over a girl?

She'd never reacted this way to another person before. Ever. Not even Dylan. As far as she knew, she was as straight as straight could be. Yet here she was, staring at the woman in front of her as if she were the missing éclair from her last meal.

“Cat got your tongue?” The blonde seductress strolled past her and bent over, picking up a roll of white batting from the floor. Her jeans hugged her form like a second skin. The woman was close enough that the warm citrus scent of her rolled over Erin, and she sighed.

“Errr. Um. Hi. I'm Erin.”

“I'm Ariel. Glad you like the trees.”

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.

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Sweet Violent Femmes: A Visit with Holly M. Kothe

Sex & Horror—the Classic Pair

by Holly M. Kothe

I'm not sure where I've been, but there is this frenetic, teeming underworld of readers lusting after a particularly dark, stylized sort of horror fiction. I had never given a lot of thought to the term "erotic horror" as a genre, until I started writing it. What I didn't realize until I started compiling Sweet Violent Femmes is that most of my short fiction encompasses (without my meaning it to) elements of a subgenre that I hadn't put a name to. Such a thing has always come naturally to me as a writer—sex and darkness is there, every day of our lives, either in thought or in deed.

I'm trying to wrestle down a description of "erotic horror" into words for you. The concept is diverse, and means different things to different people. This is an exciting super-niche of horror that is currently rising in popularity, but its definition is like a devious and (of course) scantily-clad, voluptuous sprite evading capture.

We could define it literally—erotic horror is a kind of fiction in which sensual imagery and sexual descriptions blend with elements of horror. But writers already have a difficult time agreeing on what basic horror is. Throw "erotic" into the mix, and people become rather confused. I have interviewed several writers on the matter. Some have thought it is a brazen venue for spotlighting rape and torture with an anti-feminist slant. Others see no such agenda, and equate it to nothing more than horror + sex = erotic horror. Still others like to dig deeper and mention paranormal aspects: ghosts, vampires, demons, even zombies. No, Zombies don't traditionally ooze massive sexual charisma and charm, but in the hands of an inventive and talented writer, they most certainly could.

I had honestly not considered "erotic horror" before it started showing itself in my work. I know that's usually a big writer's no-no. We are told to read our chosen genre to see how the greats do it. But maybe there is something to be said going into this particular type of fiction without obsessively studying the formulas of the genre. Seems fitting for this one, with stories that range from dangerous women with a black widow complex, to the ferocious soul-eating succubus that enjoys a meal immediately following climax. Perhaps, if you write well enough, diving in untouched by influence can be an advantage to piecing together a wildly unique reader experience.

Erotic horror seems limitless--a place where the imagination of a writer has free reign to explore and push boundaries between eroticism and fear and how they mingle within the human psyche. Such a trip seems more than appealing, which leaves me wondering why the niche is so small. Some find the juxtaposition of revulsion and desire hard to stomach. But, when done well, I tend to think sex and horror go together like chocolate and peanut butter (or black lace and garter belts?). Visually, I think of Frank Langella from John Badham's 1979 film version of Dracula, standing at your window, his shirt open, fluttering in the shiver-inducing breeze as he walks into your willing arms and beds you (thoroughly, and with great detail) before sucking your hot blood and offering his in return. It is sexual, yet absolutely horrifying.

Just don't get tricked into thinking it's all about sexy vampires. If you want to take the bizarre and wild trip on the wings of erotic horror, read Story of the Eye, a 1928 novella by Georges Bataille who took his predecessor Bram Stoker's idea of a sensual blood-sucker and cranked it up to some of the most graphic scenes ever written, even today. Other examples that mark this literary niche include Ray Russell's Incubus, Clive Barker's The Hellbound Heart, Poppy Z. Brite's Exquisite Corpse, and Frank De Felitta's The Entity, which is a lot more horror than sexy, and supposedly based on true events and inspired the 1981 film version.  

Today we are seeing a revolution of erotic horror from many a talented independent writers. Many, surprisingly, are female. We gals are at the helm and taking erotic horror to new heights with feverish intensity. Erotic horror is certainly not new, but it is new to this trendy, digital-age literary demand. Fear is still the definitive aphrodisiac. We love this terrifying and sensual art, and we want more.

Blurb:

"Within a month, my romantic, Lost Generation fantasy of the city had sharpened into reality. The only moveable feast I'd found in Paris was of the fleshly variety - a constant supply of lithe, undulating bodies presented under glass, offering every view to the clientele."

In this dark and disturbing collection, Kothe explores themes of the damaged, the devious, and the deranged heroine, and examines the consequences of pushing the female heart one step too far. 

"The Glass Room" 
An American girl maintaining her comfortable Parisian lifestyle as a high-end brothel escort faces off with a mysterious client whose sadistic dependencies threaten her livelihood. 

"Tethered" 
After a passionate quarrel with her conflicted lover, a woman realizes that the best kind of relationships are the eternal kind. Sometimes the man just needs a little push ...

"Seeing Black"
A lonely librarian nursing a broken heart gathers liquid courage in preparation for her sister's visit, and struggles with a peculiar ailment she's had since puberty.

"Feminist Theory"
A troubled but diligent chemistry student reacts to the unsavory intentions of a predatory psychology professor.

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Review:

This book was given in exchange for a fair and honest review.

Finding time to read a book all the way through these days is rare for me, so when I was given a copy of Sweet Violent Femmes, I hoped I would have time to read the entire thing. As it happened, the pages few by in quick secession and before I knew it, I was lamenting the end. This collection of short stories was beyond brilliant and full of righteous feminine fury. In each tale there is an element of helplessness, an aura of female subjugation in a male world and an overwhelming sense of rage at the injustice. 

"The Glass Room" was the first story and it completely sucked me in. I started it on break at work and I barely remember finishing my food, I was so engrossed in the story. It shines a light on women who work in the sex industry and the risks they take to earn a living. When one of the gentleman callers proves to be a little too much into pain, one girl takes matters into her own hands. I was pretty nearly cheering at the end.

"Tethered" was spectral and at first confusing as the girl in the story figures out what has happened to her and where she is going. Lovers are not always what they seem and in this story it is true more than most.

"Seeing Black" was a wonderful story. It ripped my heart out and I found myself blinking back tears. Families can be a haven or Hell and in this case, it was more the latter. If you have been subjected to abuse in any form that involved your family, you will really feel it with this story. Trigger time. The conclusion is very satisfactory.

"Feminist Theory" was a devious little package from the get go. Revenge is sweetest when it is served cold and this young lady has more to dish up than most. Again, if you have issues with an abusive man in your life, this one will hit home with a dead on bulls-eye. 

Overall the book was a fast paced read of bloody vengeance and horrific revenge. I loved every second of it. I think too often women in our society are looked upon as disposable objects of desire without concern for the repercussions. I am so glad Holly wrote this collection of darkly divine femmes to give a voice to some who can't speak for themselves. There are many women in the sex trade that die from extreme situations inflicted on them with no accounting at all. Children are victimized by a male relative or family friend and nothing is done to stop it. Boyfriends take it upon themselves to silence an inconvenient truth when it takes two to tango. All of these situations are thrust boldly under the stark white lights of this marvelous book.

5/5

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Bound  Blurb: 
A single woman with a sexual longing and two homecoming marines.

The 4th of July and a long due homecoming sees Brad Cooper and his Marine buddy Kenny Curtis return. Millie Newton has always loved Brad, but was crushed when he enlisted. Now he’s back and she has no intention of letting him go without showing her true feelings. The block party provides the opportunity as this surprise threesome find themselves providing the fireworks in this hot BDSM story.

A hot nurse, a handsome fireman.

Halloween is here and it’s a stressful weekend for Fireman Tom Newton. With the promise of a Halloween Play Party things seem to be picking up. Lucy, an overworked nurse is ready for some time off. She steps into a mess when her best friend, Millie gets them invites to Robert’s Halloween Play Party. Tom and Lucy both have desires on each other but neither are aware. Can Robert and Millie bring this destined couple together and will it run smoothly. Will true love blossom, will the Master get his slave?”

A lost memory and a harbored secret; can bondage find true love.

Wounded and depressed, lying in a hospital, Kenny Curtis has given up on ever finding happiness. Sacrificing a threesome lifestyle with his best friend Brad and Millie so they can be together, Kenny is now alone at Christmas. Lindsey has needs of her own, a sub, a slave, she wants what Kenny has to offer. However an incident in their past threatens to spoil everything. Can the spirit of Christmas pull them together long enough for them to see that they belong as one? Or will Lindsey desert and ruin her best chance?

**Note: This title contains adult content and should not be read by readers under the age of 18. The titles in his bundle have been previously released as Bondage on the 4th of July, Halloween Submission, and A Slave for Christmas. The entire series has been reedited for rerelease. You can still purchase these titles individually.**

BOUND EXCERPT:

Tom took hold of her soft hand, her fingers wrapped gently in his palm. He flicked the light on and carefully led her down the stairs. There was warmth about her. Something made him feel good inside as he reached the bottom. The room lights flickered on. Tom couldn’t help but grin at the dungeon. The black couch rested against the back wall. A large fridge stood a couple of feet to its left.

“Shall we sit a while?” Tom asked her.

“Yes, I need to rest a little.”

“Make yourself comfortable, can I get you another drink of water?”

“Please.”

“Call me Sir.”

“Please, Sir.” Tom walked to the fridge and pulled out a cold bottle and twisted the cap. He returned to the couch. His heart started to pump faster. The sight of his new kitten friend aroused him. She was gorgeous. The scent flowing from her body seemed to target his nostrils. He felt almost faint as he sat beside her. She had a spell on him.

“Sit on my lap, kitty cat.” He patted his thigh and watched as she shuffled across. Her body was light, her flesh warm. He rested his hand on her back and looked at her. There was a distinct sense that he had met her before. She knew him. That was certain. The bottle came up and he put it to her lips.

“Sip. You’ve just downed a whole bottle.” She emptied a quarter of the bottle in a few seconds, sipping it. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The smile almost melted his heart. Then she lowered her eyes, taking the submissive pose.

“Have you and I done a scene before?”

“Not that I’m aware, Sir.”

Her ass pressed down on his groin, Tom could feel himself stiffening against her buttocks.

“So, do you always get distracted when a Dom spanks you?”

“I’m sorry Sir, I don’t understand.”

“All the time the Dom spanked you, you looked at me. Or at least you kept looking my way.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Is your ass sore?”

“A little. Yes, Sir.”

Tom smiled as she took another sip. It was obvious she had plenty of expertise at being a submissive. It came naturally. The way she called him ‘Sir’ after every sentence; the way she sat with her submissive posture. Tom glanced over at the far wall, completely mirrored. He watched her, watched her responses.

“Stand up, bend over, place your hands on your knees, and face the mirror.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Tom took the bottle from her and placed it on the floor. She got up. He admired her figure, the sexy cat costume. Stockings turned him on and she made him wet. The strain was intense. His cock felt imprisoned in the tight leather.

Leaning forward, following exactly the orders he gave, she presented herself to him. Tom sat a moment, looking, not touching.

“You have a pretty ass, kitty cat. It’s nice and rosy.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Tom sat up and leaned, reaching out. Slowly he slipped his fingers under the rim of her shorts and pulled them. Her soft smooth buttocks were exposed. The red tinge clearly ached as she flinched slightly. Tom pulled the shorts down all the way to her shoes, leaving them puddled at her feet.

“Step out of your shorts and spread your feet for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” No sooner had he said it and it was done.

“Have you got limits?”

“What do you mean?”

“Pain thresholds. Do you like pain?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How about anal?”

“Yes, Sir. I love anal.” The more she spoke, the more he dripped pre-cum. He would have to move soon.

“Would you like my cock in your anus, kitty cat?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Would you like my cock in your pussy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Author Bio:

Bonnie Bliss is not just a willing submissive, but she is a wife and a mother. By day, she is a busy, stay at home mother. At night, she is a sultry storyteller. Her tastes go towards the dark and the extreme. She loves to twist up fairy tales and sweet stories we all know and love. Her lust for Dominance and submission has taken her into the dark inner workings of Sadomasochism.

Bonnie is a native of Southern California, and says that everything in the Katy Perry song, California Girls is totally accurate. She has done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—including as a Disney Princess. When she’s not writing, she is ordering too many custom bows for her daughter, baking the best cupcakes in the world, going to Disneyland, laying on a beach, and sometimes playing hockey for release.

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