New
Release!
Gray
Christmas
By
Lisabet Sarai
You’re
never too
old for
some holiday
naughtiness
Widowed author Emma
Granger has reconciled
herself to spending
Christmas Eve in
snowy Boston, with a
nice bottle of Pinot
Grigio and her
cat Vronsky. Her daughters
have their own lives
on the West Coast.
Emma knows she can’t
expect them to
visit every holiday.
A loud crash
from the apartment
above her overturns
her plans for a
quiet evening at home.
When she investigates,
she meets Nick North,
an energetic iconoclast
with a gray ponytail,
a silver earring and
bright blue eyes
that kindle feelings
she’d thought were
gone forever. Nick is
her own age, maybe
older, but his
lean body and impish
grin affect her as
if she were a
horny teenager.
Although Emma makes
her living writing spicy
romance, sex with
a stranger seems ludicrous
when you’re an
arthritic grandmother
in your sixties.
Still, the attraction
she feels for her
charismatic upstairs
neighbor appears to
be reciprocated. A
Christmas fling might
be just what Emma
needs to brighten
her holiday.
Buy
Links
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N6JJIQD/
Amazon UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N6JJIQD/
Smashwords
– https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/691291
Coming to other vendors soon! (I hope...)
R-Rated Excerpt
Despite how horny
I was, I was
still too shy to
tell him what I
wanted. In the
old days, I’d
been brave, even brazen,
but it had been
so very long since
I’d been with
a man. I still
couldn’t quite
believe Nick wanted
me. I’d never
been beautiful, but
back in my sex
goddess days, I
knew I was sexually
attractive. I knew
how to use my
assets, my curves
and my hollows,
to please my partner
and myself. Now, though?
That was ancient history.
All that formerly
taut, responsive flesh
sagged and bulged.
How could he look
at me without disgust?
“You have
such beautiful breasts,”
he murmured, almost as
if he’d read
my mind. Bending at
the waist, he took
one nipple in his
mouth. I moaned
at the sudden bliss,
humping his butt,
writhing as he
bit lightly into the
engorged nub.
“And so
sensitive, too…” He
swiped his tongue
across the other
nip, then swallowed
it and sucked hard.
“Oh…oh,
Nick! Oh,
God! I can’t
stand it.”
He looked up,
into my eyes. I
lost myself in the
blue.
“You want
me to stop, Emma?”
“No, no—oh,
I’m so embarrassed,
but I want…” I
couldn’t bring
myself to go
on.
He brushed his
lips across mine. “Yes?
What do you want,
sweet lady?”
A hot blush
spread across my
cheeks, and my
chest too. Inside my
panties, I was
melting.
“I—you
know, Nick. I want
you to fuck me.
Please, Nick.”
His grin grew
broader. “Of course.
But not quite yet.”
Hooking his
fingers under the
elasticized waistband,
he inched backward,
pulling my pants
and underwear down until
my grizzled pubes were
half exposed. “Lift up.
Yes, that’s right.”
The baggy sweatpants
followed the sweater
into oblivion.
The tidal scent
of female arousal rose
from my bared pussy.
Nick filled his lungs.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, you’re
gorgeous!” He rolled
to the side, off
my body, then eased
my thighs apart and
positioned himself between
them. “I’ve wanted
to do this since
the minute I saw
you.”
“Don’t
exaggerate—oh!”
Nick used his
thumbs to part
my still-bushy pubic
curls and open my
lower lips. Then he
leaned forward to
blow a stream of
warm air across my
clit. I jerked at
the sudden pleasure,
arching up to
seek more direct stimulation.
He responded with a
long, firm stroke of
his tongue along my
exposed cleft. Before
I could recover,
he sank deeper, burrowing
into my pussy as
though he wanted
to devour me.
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.
