Something new from the fabulous Lisabet Sarai...
A Sex Toy Started It All
Funny how things work out. The first chapter of my new novella, The Eyes of Bast, started life as a disguised promo post for an adult toy vendor.
A marketing person contacted me by email, asking if I'd be willing write a blog post about their shop and their products. In return, they offered me a gift certificate which I could either use myself or offer as a prize to my readers.
At first I demurred. I don't like blogs that feel like commercials. (I even feel that way about posts that market my own books!) On the other hand, I was sure that a sex toy gift voucher would be an attractive prize, for at least some of my readers.
So I made a deal. I told the marketing lady I'd write a story that featured sex toys instead. I'd offer the voucher as a prize for readers who commented on the story. And I'd include the toy store's banner and a link as part of the prize description.
That's why the first chapter of The Eyes of Bast features a rather steamy scene of self-pleasure, utilizing a lavishly described dildo.
I had no plans to expand the 2000 word blog post into a novella. Once I'd created the character of Shaina, though, she wanted more space. I pretty much had to continue the tale. So I made it into a serial on my website, posting a new chapter each month. (Okay, I admit I missed some months. The best laid plans and all that...!)
As the action reached its climax, I wrote faster. By now I'd realized I had an actual book, not just a one-off blog composition. When I put the chapters together into a single manuscript, I was pleasantly surprised by the story's continuity, drama and heat. Not bad for something originally intended to sell dildos!
I hope that you'll agree.
The Eyes of Bast by Lisabet Sarai
Paranormal/shapeshifter erotic romance
Approximately 54 pages
Published by Books We Love, Ltd.
May, 2014
Blurb
Trust your heart. Follow your dreams.
Shaina Williams' grandmother bequeathed her that wisdom, along with a old pendant from the Islands, carved from an ocelot's tooth. When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she'd set in Central Park, she listens to that inner voice, She discovers she's caged a magnificent black tom, but the cat inexplicably vanishes after she tends to his wounds. Seeking the errant feline, Shaina encounters instead a handsome stranger whose slightest touch sets her body on fire. As the day dawns after a night of ferocious passion, her mysterious lover is forced back into his true shape - the tomcat she'd rescued.
Born a cat, Tom was transformed into an unwilling shape shifter by a sorceress who craved a human plaything to satisfy her perverse lusts. Centuries old and irresistibly powerful, Delphine Montserrat will stop at nothing to find her runaway familiar. Shaina vows to do whatever is necessary to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and save the man she believes is her soul mate – even though it might mean losing him forever.
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Excerpt – Rated X
It was near dawn when I woke again. In the
pearl-gray light filtering through the blinds, my familiar furnishings were
strange and ghostly, shrouded in shadow. Stretching, I realized I was no longer
on the floor. My bed had been unfolded, and I lay stretched out on the sheets,
nude. Alone.
Groggy with sleep, I raised myself on my
elbows to scan the room. It appeared to be empty. “Tom?” I whispered. There was
no answer. A sense of unreality seized me. Had I dreamed the entire scene – the
handsome intruder, the overwhelmingly sensual kiss, the orgasm that had shot me
straight into the stratosphere? I recalled my devastating arousal in the
stranger’s presence. What was going on? Could I be suffering from some kind of
hormonal imbalance? This seemed like something more than the normal horniness
of a woman who’d been celibate for a while.
Thinking exhausted me. I sank back into my
pillow, closing my eyes as if that might make my doubts and confusion vanish. Sleep,
I told myself. I’ll figure things out in the morning. I was already
drifting back into slumber when the sound of running water roused me.
I peered into the dimness. A tall, male
form emerged from the bathroom. My heart did a somersault in my chest.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
His low, musical voice melted me. I propped
myself up to a sitting position, heedless of my nakedness.
“You! You’re real...You’re still here?”
He’d discarded his clothing as well. In the
half-light, I drank in the sight of his smooth, muscled limbs, becoming more
intoxicated by the moment. He seated himself beside me and circled me with his
arms. Heat radiated from his dark skin.
“Why would I leave, my beautiful one?” he
murmured in my ear. Bending a bit, he flicked his tongue across one of my
nipples. Lightning tore through me. “There are still a few hours left to the
night.”
Before I could reply, he’d fastened his
luscious mouth on mine. His firm lips coaxed rather than demanded a response,
one I was only too willing to give. I opened to the prodding of his rough
tongue, letting him taste me, savoring his wild, sweet flavor in return.
Once again a sort of delirium swept over
me. It seemed we were back in the park, sheltered by trees more than a century
old. My nostrils filled with the perfume of dew-soaked grass and damp earth,
laced with a hint of animal musk. I felt light as dandelion down, drifting in
the night wind. Only his strong grip kept me grounded. The moon rode above the
clouds, invisible but palpable, stirring tides in my flesh. Desire ebbed then
surged, cresting higher with each cycle.
His hands molded my breasts like moist
clay. Blind with need, I groped along his furred chest and taut belly, down to
his gloriously erect cock. When I squeezed, he moaned into my mouth and bit the
corner of my lip. The iron-tinged flavor of my own blood simply added to the
stew of sensation.
I smeared my thumb over the slippery bulb.
His answer was a savage twist to an already aching nipple. Moisture gushed from
my pussy. I tumbled backward, dragging him down on top of me.
“Shaina...” he murmured, breaking the kiss
to lick his way along my throat. His saliva felt like liquid fire. He nuzzled
in the hollow of my cleavage, then captured one breast and began to suckle.
Electric pleasure arced through me when his hardness brushed my inner thigh. I
squirmed beneath him, trying to align his cock with my hungry cleft.
“Please....” There was no need for me to
say more. The stranger rose above me, supporting himself on his powerful arms.
His eyes gleamed like phosphorescent jewels in the grayness. He smiled down at
me, baring those sharp, white teeth that had already drawn my blood. An almost
inhuman glee painted his features.
He
hovered at my entrance, his rigid flesh teasing my engorged clit. I spread my
thighs wide. Without a word, he sank his cock deep into my drenched pussy.
About
the Author
When I
was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me,
fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers,
heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous
seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and
miraculous.
Now that I'm grown up, I
create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire
with its potent enchantments. In my paranormal tales, love works the most
powerful magick.
Find out more about me
and my books at my website, Lisabet's Fantasy Factory and my blog Beyond Romance. I also hang out on Goodreads and Amazon. I
also have a VIP readers email list where I share release and contest
information and run exclusive monthly giveaways. To join, just email me:
lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com.
