New from Lisabet Sarai
Divided We Fall
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Multiracial
erotic
romance
(X
rated)
7500
words
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Blurb
Hate
takes
too
high
a
toll
Linh’s
three
year
old
brother
has
wandered
out
of
Viet
Village
into
Niggertown.
Despite
the
danger,
she
has
no
choice
but
to
go
looking
for
him
in
hostile
territory.
She
manages
to
convince
the
rifle-toting
guard
at
the
entrance
to
the
black
ghetto
to
help
her
search,
using
a
mixture
of
bribery
and
bravado.
As
they
comb
the
desolate
streets
of
Niggertown,
seeking
any
trace
of
Duy,
Linh
discovers
that
the
barrio’s
inhabitants
aren’t
necessarily
the
violent,
drug-addled
brutes
she’s
been
taught
to
hate,
and
by
the
time
Linh
and
Steel
have
rescued
the
injured
toddler
and
spent
a
long
night
hiding
in
a
derelict
building,
she
has
come
to
understand
who
are
their
real
enemies.
Please note: This book
includes racial slurs that might not be considered acceptable by some
readers. Using these terms was deliberate, and necessary, since they
are symptoms of the inter-group prejudice and suspicion that provide
the main conflict in this story.
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Excerpt
It
feels
natural
to
move
from
eating
to
kissing.
Giggling
like
kids,
we
lick
the
jerky
grease
from
each
other’s
lips.
His
are
full
and
plump,
softer
than
Hai’s,
but
his
stubble
scratches
my
cheeks
in
a
way
no
Viet
man’s
ever
would.
I
seal
his
mouth
with
mine,
tasting
the
sweet-tart
remnants
of
his
tomatoes.
He
threads
his
fingers
through
my
hair,
tugging
at
the
roots
while
he
consumes
me.
Each
strand
is
a
fuse,
lighting
firecrackers
in
my
pussy.
I
open
to
his
probing
tongue
and
give
him
control,
at
least
for
a
while.
Steel
plunges
deeper,
thrusting
hard,
fucking
me
already
though
we’re
still
dressed.
The
thought
arouses
me
so
much
I
take
back
the
initiative.
Wrapping
my
arms
around
his
neck,
I
use
my
weight
to
push
him
back
onto
the
piled
bedding.
My
lips
slide
away
from
his.
I
lap
at
his
prickly
chin,
nibble
along
his
jawline,
plant
tiny
kisses
at
the
pulse
point
of
his
throat.
Gradually
I
work
my
way
down
his
hairless,
sticky
chest,
tasting
tomato
juice
and
sweat.
When
I
run
my
tongue
along
the
scar,
he
groans
and
grabs
my
ass,
arching
up
to
grind
his
swollen
bulk
against
my
clit.
That
makes
me
moan,
at
least
until
he
flips
me
over
and
silences
me
with
more
kisses.
Hands
in
the
darkness—my
hands,
his
hands—fumble
with
zippers,
claw
at
waistbands,
shred
the
fabric
we
can’t
push
out
of
the
way.
Finally,
there’s
skin
and
heat
and
hardness,
his
cock
an
apt
fit
to
his
name,
sliding
into
my
liquid
center.
He
moves
like
a
vast
wave,
surging,
cresting,
breaking
inside
me,
then
gathering
power
once
again.
I
rock
on
the
swell
of
his
relentless,
delicious
rhythm.
Sometimes
I
drift,
letting
the
pleasure
sweep
me
out
to
sea.
Sometimes
I
fight,
gasping
for
breath,
drowning
in
raw
sensation.
About
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
– nearly
one
hundred
titles,
and
counting,
in
nearly
every
sub-genre—paranormal,
scifi,
ménage,
BDSM,
GLBT,
and
more.
Regardless
of
the
genre,
every
one
of
her
stories
illustrates
her
motto:
Imagination
is
the
ultimate
aphrodisiac.
You’ll
find
information
and
excerpts
from
all
Lisabet’s
books
on
her
website
(http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html),
along
with
more
than
fifty
free
stories
and
lots
more.
At
her
blog
Beyond
Romance
(http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com),
she
shares
her
philosophy
and
her
news
and
hosts
lots
of
other
great
authors.
She’s
also
on
Goodreads
and
finally,
on
Twitter.
Thanks so much for helping me to share this, H.K.
ReplyDeleteI hope your readers are willing to put out 99 cents for the cause. (It's a great story, too, my humble opinion!)