Sizzling Heat Wave: Fav Summer Reads

27 May

Hello Lady Smut readers — where are we going? Where have we been?

We’ve been busy publishing! Here are some new reads by our crew past and present that you want to check out for your summer reading:

FEARLESS

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Sarah’s life of discipline and rigid control is nearly shattered by two men—one who wishes to submit to her, the other who might break her.

Sarah Marillioux fled back to Washington, DC after a weekend of reckless, delicious, impetuous passion in London with another Dominant, Steffan Vidar. Two years later, Sarah has re-established her life of unerring discipline and control until Steffan reappears to threaten her status quo of relegating all romantic encounters to a dungeon. He’s moved to DC and, with him, is Laurent Chacon, Steffan’s angelic submissive—a mixture of masculine strength and aching vulnerability. Together they will bring her carefully constructed world crashing down around her. It would almost be worth it to have Laurent. The problem is, she’d have to take Steffan, too.  AMAZON, APPLE, BARNES & NOBLE, KOBO

BEST WOMEN’S EROTICA

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In Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4, award-winning editor Rachel Kramer Bussel has gathered the hottest sexy stories starring outspoken women who daringly pursue love and lust.

You’ll read about a single mom who goes back to college and gets some very hands-on education from her hot professor, an Amish woman tenderly revealing her most intimate desires, and a woman who crafts the man of her dreams. From outsiders who passionately claim their place without apology to women taking the boldest of risks with their hearts and their bodies, these sizzling stories are sure to make your heart pound.

Featuring stories by popular authors including Alyssa Cole, Megan Hart, Tamsen Parker, Sofia Quintero, Suleikha Snyder, and Alessandra Torre, along with a variety newcomers to the genre, these tales will turn you on and stay with you long after you’ve finished.

 

 

 

Best Women’s Erotica

6 Feb

I’m thrilled to share an excerpt from my new anthology, Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4, out now in print and ebook from Cleis Press. I chose the themes of outsiders and risk largely because of the political times we’re living in, where empathy for outsiders is utterly unknown by many in power, and many women are taking risks to live out their ideals.

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Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.

I wanted to see what those principles would look like when it came to women’s sexuality. The answer I got was totally hot and thought-provoking. In Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4, you’ll read about the daring of posing nude, how women overcome personal trauma by daring to be bold in their sex lives, a woman who creates her own perfect man, a tale of queer Amish love and lust, and much more. There are stories by popular romance authors including Alyssa Cole, Alessandra Torre, Megan Hart and Suleikha Snyder as well as writers making their erotic story debuts. Each of these characters is brave and sexy in their own way, whether going to a BDSM club for the first time, posing for a nude calendar or being naughty in a dressing room. You can read my introduction to the book and the full table of contents at the series’ website.

From “Words with Benefits” by Tamara Lush in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4.

My phone pinged, indicating a new match.

Gabriel C. wants to play!

I frowned. I didn’t know anyone by that name. I tapped on his profile. We had dozens of mutual friends. Wait—Gabriel Chandler? He was a longtime European history professor at my university, known by students for his detailed lectures and tough exams.

I’d seen him around over the years, most recently at a holiday party back when I was married. There were several things I knew about Gabriel Chandler: he had bright blue eyes framed by black glasses, a shock of longish, thick silver hair that curled over both his forehead and collar, and he sported a matching, trimmed beard.

When I’d last talked to him, he’d flashed a wicked smile that revealed straight, white teeth. A quick flick of the tongue to the corner of his mouth set me aflame. I’d immediately imagined him flicking that tongue around my clit. Later, as my husband rolled over to sleep another sexless night away, I fantasized about Gabriel Chandler fucking me in all sorts of ways.

I tapped on the words ACCEPT GAME. I was first up, and I cracked my knuckles in mock preparation then grinned at my silliness. Scanning my tiles, I wrangled a high scoring word.

THRUST.

Gabriel’s tiles flew on the screen.

THROB.

“Ooh,” I said out loud. “Smart and hilariously inappropriate.”

The game quickly turned less bawdy and more competitive.

QIS, I played for 12 points.

JEST, he followed, for 13.

Two moves later, we were tied. I flicked the virtual letters into play. LIBIDO.

A yellow winner symbol flashed on the screen. Then, a message.

Impressive, Professor Stein. Your vocabulary is as attractive as your profile photo.

Ahh, so he knew who I was. My nipples hardened from the compliment. It took so little to turn me on these days. Some women said menopause left them with no interest in sex. Me? It was like I was in puberty again, but with drier skin.

Thank you. You’re pretty impressive yourself, Professor Chandler.

We played five more games, pausing only when I needed a second glass of pinot noir. I won three rounds, and he was a formidable opponent.

Playing the word ONANISM is enough to make a woman swoon. One more game?

That’s the sexiest compliment I’ve had in years. I’ll play on one condition. 

What’s that?

If I lose, I buy drinks on Saturday night.

Flirting with Gabriel made my skin tingle with an anticipation I hadn’t felt in a long time. I bit my bottom lip as I tapped out a response.

And if I lose?

I’ll still buy drinks.

Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4 is available in ebook for Kindle, Nook, Google Play, iBooks and Kobo, in print at Amazon, Bn.com, Powell’s, and IndieBound for your local independent bookstore and as an audiobook narrated by Rose Caraway.

About the book: In Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 4, award-winning editor Rachel Kramer Bussel has gathered the hottest sexy stories starring outspoken women who daringly pursue love and lust. You’ll read about a single mom who goes back to college and gets some very hands-on education from her hot professor, an Amish woman tenderly revealing her most intimate desires, and a woman who crafts the man of her dreams. From outsiders who lustily claim their place without apology to women taking the boldest of risks with their hearts and their bodies, these sizzling stories are sure to make your heart pound. Featuring stories by popular authors including Alyssa Cole, Megan Hart, Tamara Lush, Tamsen Parker, Sofia Quintero, Suleikha Snyder and Alessandra Torre, along with a variety newcomers to the genre, these tales will turn you on and stay with you long after you’ve finished.

About Tamara Lush: Tamara Lush (tamaralush.com) is a journalist by day and an erotic romance author at night. Her books have been called “smart smut,” and she finished her most recent novel on a cross-country train trip during an Amtrak Writing Residency.

 

Making Merry?

26 Dec

by Madeline Iva

Hi fabulous people! Hope you’ve been festive and making merry this Christmas.  We’re going on a bit of a hiatus through the holidays — but if you’re looking to add to your reading pile here are a few things you might want to put in your Christmas stocking:

FREE READ: JACKSON, by Elizabeth Sa Fleur – Alpha male, BDSM

FREE ON KU: MISTAKEN, LITTLE LIES, BIG LOVE by Isabelle Drake – Mistaken Identity, Rom Com

MISTRESS OF THE UNDEAD by Isabelle Drake – Zombie sex (!), Erotic Romance

And if you want to catch up on your Lady Smut reading here are a few categories to check out:

I Want To Believe: Sex Magick and Strange Angel Alexa Day talks about Rupert Friend

Romance in the time of Black Panther by Alexa Day

Achievement Unlocked by Kiersten Hallie Krum – sharing her struggles and triumphs in her journey to achieve fitness & health

Donald Glover: TV’s Most Interesting Man by Madeline Iva

Excerpt Front SHAKE DOWN by Elizabeth SaFleur – Rachel’s ex-fiancé

shows up at the bar looking hot and looking for revenge…

Heroines Locked in the Erotic, Gothic Universe of David Lynch by guest blogger Chole Robbins

The Ghost of Hot Relationships That Never Were…by Madeline Iva – in which Madeline’s dirty imagination pairs up various couples from The Good Place, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, and Black Panther.

 

Sexy Saturday Round Up

15 Dec

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

Dashing through the snow, dashing through the mall, it’s all madness to us. With only a bit over a week to go until Christmas descends, it’s easy to get caught up in the rush of present buying and cocktail party attending. In the throes of it all, it’s important to take a little time for ourselves. We’re glad you’ve decided to spend some of it with us. Relax and unwind – we’ve got some links up for you.

Jezelbel’s take on the best books of the year.

Pot and sex…we’re talking about cannasexuals. Yes, it’s a thing.

Sex lives of historial queens. We’re talking about you, The Favourite.

Get yourself out of that office holiday party early. Trust us, just do it.

It’s here! A compilation of the worst holiday moviesevah!

It’s the Pornhub review of the year.

Just in case you’re wondering what Jason Momoa is up to. Hello, Aqua Man!

 

 

Sexy Saturday Round Up

1 Dec

Sexy Saturday Round Up

By Elizabeth Shore

Welcome to December! Month of holidays, sugar, relatives, shopping, cranky people, happy people, and the annual A Christmas Story marathonBut just when you think your life is spinning out of control and you’re going to OD on your co-workers’ Christmas cookies, know that you’ll always have a respite here at Lady Smut. We won’t put you into sugar shock, but we’re still awfully sweet.

 

From Elizabeth:

Send 2018 off with a stack of good reads. NPR lists the year’s best books.

The new holiday drink for 2018 is a pine tree in your cup. Um…yum? Maybe?

Melania’s murderous red Christmas trees– and why they freak us the hell out.

14 ways to make your vajayjay’s little happy buttoneven happier.

Not having much sex these days? Neither are lots of people. We’re in a sex recession, people!

From Madeline:

Have you celebrated the anniversary of that classic Bollywood movie, Kal Ho Naa Ho? Learn about how the mega-influential movie landed in America.

Mexico’s third gender.

Does identifying as asexual mean you identify as a part of the queer community?

 

 

 

Sexy Saturday Round Up

23 Nov

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

Full up on turkey and shopping and relatives, oh my? Take a break from early onset holiday madness with our round-up of this week’s fun reads. We promise it’ll be the perfect pause that refreshes you.

Feeling like the TV is the place to be this holiday weekend? Then check out the shows you should be watching.

Dumb crook alert! Laundering money doesn’t mean actually laudering money. D’oh!

The quest for good sperm. A gay woman’s tale.

An easy way to drive him wild? Smell like pumpkin.

Think you know about a thing or two about the Big O? Think again.

How not to go broke this holiday season.

The 69th annual National Book Awards.

Keep your sex appeal forever. Here’s how.

Why the decline of newspapers is bad for the environment.

Ever been curved? Hope you haven’t.

 

 

Sexy Saturday Round Up

17 Nov

Sexy Saturday Round UpBy Elizabeth Shore

How things change in a week! We started out getting more and more election results from last Tuesday, ended with a bizarre snow storm in the northeast, and are now on the cusp of Thanksgiving. Whhhaaattt??? But changes keep life interesting – as do cool reads from our weekly round-up. So if you’ve finished shoveling out the car, put your feet up, relax, and enjoy. It’s the weekend! Ahhhh….

From Elizabeth:

Masters of literary fiction dish on their own masterpieces.

Tarot card predictions for this weekend for every zodiac sign.

Have sex, save lives.

So classy! Moronic prez Trump honors dead Supreme Court justice by praising all the sex he had.

Thanksgiving alert! How to buy a turkey.

From Madeline:

Historically important interracial relationships.

Two nerdy history girls relate the logical thoughts of a famous Regency courtesan.

Hilarious: “12 Non-threatening Leadership Strategies for Women

The price of a bigger penis.

The difference between spontaneous and responsive desire.

That old tried and true Hollywood romance story from the male point of view is basically a blueprint for stalkers. YOU is a TV show using that blueprint and combining it with a modern sensibility.

Sex robot brothel–that’s not realllllly a sex robot brothel.

 

 

 

What’s the worst thing people are capable of? MISTRESS OF THE UNDEAD, out now.

9 Nov
Vulnerability makes use human; our decisions define our humanity. What better way to explore this idea than through a zombie tribe that feeds off sex—the ultimate power struggle.
That was my thinking while working on the sequel to Servant of the Undead. Mistress of the Undead cover
Blurb:
The city of Boston is infected with zombies, roaming the streets and seeking human flesh—not to eat but to use as sexual servants. Mattie, one of the tribe, wants out. She’ll do anything—manipulate, cheat, lie—to get what she needs to break free from the sex cult.
Hayden Thomas, tabloid reporter and wonderkid, knows first hand how cruel and consuming Mattie can be. Book smart, a good writer, and willing to do anything to get the story that will take his career to the next level, he’s made some depraved enemies.
In a city that thrives on scandal and conspiracy, nothing is coincidence. Beware: once you’re in, you’re in.
Excerpt:

Sex cult zombies wearing camo shorts soaked with fake blood, mud smeared torn black t-shirts, ripped sequin tube tops and moth-eaten suits off the Goodwill racks packed the halls of the Boston convention center. None of them had it right. These people playing dress up were sexy and hideous, but they were nothing compared to the real things. Hayden Buchanan Thomas, wonder kid and tabloid reporter ought to know. He been fucked, tormented, and used by the best of the sex cult zombie tribe that’d silently invaded the city. The creatures had arrived with the blizzard and taken advantage of the crippling effects of Snomaggedeon. He’d lost his girlfriend to one of them. He’d lost his pride and humanity to another.

But those had been real ones, not these fake ass pretenders crowding the Sunday morning halls of the comic convention. If these cosplay wanna-bes knew the truth, what the so-called sex zombies really did to humans, they wouldn’t be so excited. They’d hit the snow-covered streets, head straight home, get drunk and hope like hell one of the things wouldn’t pick them for their next sexual servant. Hayden took another look around, watching the naïve faces rushing past. Then again, maybe they wouldn’t hide. Maybe they’d want to know firsthand how bad bad really is. After what Hayden had been through the past week, he understood there was no bottom to the pit of human, and inhuman, depravity. The more heinous, in fact, the more likely it was to happen.

A tug on his arm stopped Hayden’s already too slow progress through the slinking mob. “Hello, pet.”

That insulting voice, that bitter smell. He knew them as well as he now knew disgust and deep personal shame. Hayden wanted to keep moving, get back to cutting through the crowd as he had been, looking for his boss, but his muscles had already started to quiver. Matthew’s grip was unyielding.

“Surprised to see me? You shouldn’t be. Your articles are making me famous. I’m making all kinds of new friends.” Matthew shoved Hayden sideways until they both collided with a wall. The guy made a point of grinding his crotch against Hayden’s thigh before rolling to his side, locking them both just out of the human flow. His disgusting smirk lingered, his mouth making a game of the forced contact. Hayden jerked his arm, after three tugs he managed to free his arm from the cold grip.

Surprised wasn’t the word Hayden would’ve selected to describe how he felt about being in the clutches of the zombie tribe leader. Shock would have been closer. Terrified, closer still.

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Isabelle Drake’s other new release, erotic contemporary romance beach read, Make Me Blush, is currently available for free with Kindle Unlimited. Find her on Facebook, Amazon, and pretty much everywhere else.

Sexy Saturday Round Up

9 Nov

Sexy Saturday Round UpHey sexy ladies-

You survived election week and now you can settle back to reap your reward: a mega-SSRU this Saturday.  As always, we’ve got news about strong women, gender, and whacky sex stuff. Enjoy!

From Madeline:

Jezebel looks at fatness, race, and food policies in America.

Slutever asks: Is it feminist to wear a strap on?

The Atlantic explores: How does puberty affect a girl’s confidence?

Guts Mag looks at how to become a butt slut: sexual mindfulness while having anal sex.

The new Colette movie focusses on the author’s bi-sexuality.

Trans women on losing their virginity-twice.

Squirting 101: Soak Up the Pleasure, Soak Up the Fun

Aftercare is not just for bottoms/subs.  Turns out tops and doms need aftercare too.

Beware of SWERFs: Sex work shamers who claim they are feminist.

BBC on how online dating is changing our perceptions of beauty.

Are you gassing up your friends? Here’s how and why you should.

Saggy boobs matter! A memoir/self-help book written by a young african-american reflects upon experiences of those often ignored by self-help books.

VENOM! Here’s a review about the latest Tom Hardy movie.

Simple tips on how men can last longer while having sex.

People had mixed reviews of the Sabrina reboot on Netflix–this Atlantic article explores the depiction of female power in the new series.

Last but not least–we wouldn’t be Lady Smut if we didn’t this female reporter exploring the latest in creepy Sex Bot technology. 

Sexy Sunday Snippet: The Arrows of the Heart

4 Nov

Here’s a sexy snippet to steam up your Sunday!

Fantasy romance, The Arrows of The Heart, by Jeffe Kennedy is part of the Uncharted Realms series.

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Blurb:

As the Twelve Kingdoms and their allies are drawn toward war, a princess cast aside must discover a purpose she never dreamed of…

Karyn af Hardie behaved like a proper Dasnarian wife. She acquiesced, she accepted, she submitted. Until her husband gave her a choice: their loveless, unconsummated royal marriage—or her freedom. Karyn chose freedom. But with nowhere to run except into the arms of Dasnaria’s enemies, she wonders if she’s made a mistake. She wants love, security, a family. She can’t imagine finding any of it among the mercurial Tala.

Worst of all is Zyr. The uninhibited shapeshifter is everywhere she looks. He’s magnetic, relentless, teasing and tempting as if she’s free to take her pleasure where she wishes. As if there isn’t a war rising before them, against a vile and demanding force far stronger than they. But with Karyn’s loyalty far from certain, Zyr offers her only chance to aid the defense—a dangerous gambit to seek out a land not seen in centuries, using clues no one can decipher. Together, they’ll have every opportunity to fail—and one chance to steal something truly precious…

Excerpt:

“What in Moranu is wrong with you?” Zyr had gone back to impatient, and I realized he’d been talking to me. He’d even set down the wooden chest and taken me by the shoulders. “Talk to me—are you ill?”

“Lieutenant Marskal left,” I managed to reply, the command spurring me to answer.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” Zyr sounded puzzled, ducking his head to try to look into my face. “Explain why that has you looking like you’ll faint.”

I had to catch my breath, my lungs too tight to draw air. “He… didn’t take me… along and now… I’m all alone… in this place…and I’ll starve… and die!” I finished on a wail that robbed me of the last of my breath and would’ve had me melting in embarrassed horror if I didn’t feel like I might fall into a puddle of faint instead.

Zyr cursed in his language, which would have sounded pretty if he weren’t so annoyed. He backed me up to the balustrade and made me sit, forcing my head down almost to the ground. “Deep breaths. Slow and even.” He spoke slowly and gently, rubbing a hand down my back. Far too familiar a touch, but it felt good and I could hardly throw him off. “That’s it, gréine. Calm and easy. Breathe.”

And I found I could. Being upside-down made my head feel funny, but I no longer felt like I’d fall the dizzying drop to the beach.

“You’re not all alone,” Zyr said, spacing out his words as if talking to a child. Which, I supposed was fair, as I was acting like one. “Only Zynda and Marskal left, on a private, stupidly heroic mission. The rest of the Hawks are still here, and you’ll keep training with them. My cousin Ursula, her royal high whatever, is sending more Hawks and troops here to Annfwn, to reinforce defenses in case there are more Deyrr attacks—remember? No one is going to let you starve. All right?”

I nodded.

“An actual verbal reply would be helpful, so I know you’re with me.” A hint of his usual teasing in there, but he still sounded gentle. Soothing. Totally unlike the Zyr I knew.

“All right,” I answered.

“Better now?”

“Yes.”

“Can you sit up?” He helped me straighten, and I caught a glimpse of his concerned expression before I averted my gaze. “Also, you wouldn’t starve anyway. Watch this.”

I did as he told me, watching as he reached up a long arm to an overhanging tree limb, plucked a fruit and handed it to me. Bemused, I held it, the smooth globe cool from the night, the sweet scent almost like flowers.

“No one starves here.” Zyr tapped the fruit, then put a finger under my chin, lifting my face so that keeping my eyes averted became more difficult. “Your cheeks are all pink now,” he noted.

“From being upside down,” I pointed out, more tartly than I would’ve if I’d been feeling fully myself. Your impulsive tongue will get you in trouble someday. My mother’s words echoed in my mind as if she stood right there. By now she would’ve heard that my impulsive tongue had made me ask His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Dasnaria for an annulment of my marriage with Kral. She likely believed me dead. Just as well, as I’d never see any of my family again.

Zyr broke into my mournful thoughts, his fingertips feathering over my cheek, as if testing the color, sending a shivery sensation through me I didn’t know how to handle. “Your skin is so pale and clear all the blood shows through.”

“That’s disgusting!” I yanked away from his touch, shocked by his words and mortified that I’d let a strange man touch me. Even if it had felt nice for a moment. And not lonely.

“How is that disgusting?” he asked, laughing and not caring at all. “People have blood in them and have skin to hold it in. This is true of animals, too. The Tala understand this—don’t Dasnarians?”

“Yes, but we don’t discuss such things in public.” I smoothed my braid, refusing to look at him, no matter his antics. “It’s not an appropriate topic for mixed company.”

“Mixed, as in Dasnarians and Tala?” His tone held plenty of mischief.

“Mixed as in men and women.”

“So, are only conversations about blood not allowed, or all bodily fluids?”

I nearly choked, so I stood, straightening my skirts.

“I guess that’s all bodily fluids,” Zyr observed, uncoiling to his feet with that odd animal grace. “You come from a very strange people.”

“At least my people keep one body,” I replied, annoyed enough to be outright rude.

“There, you sound better now. Your usual prim and offended self.” He retrieved the wooden box and started walking, so I had to go along. “And you’re blushing even more now, by the way. Is that what bothers you about me—that I’m a shapeshifter?”

“It doesn’t bother me.” I looked out over the sea, bluer now with the rising sun that hadn’t yet tipped over the rim of the towering cliff above. “Zynda is a shapeshifter and I like her.”

“Then you don’t like me personally.”

“I don’t have an opinion about you one way or the other.” I kept my tone as neutral as I could manage. This man made it impossible to be polite.

“But you won’t consider taking me as a lover,” he replied with that easy openness of his people.

I pressed my lips together, mortified to be in this conversation, my face burning hot.

“I’m an excellent lover,” Zyr continued, uncaring of the group of Tala girls who passed us carrying baskets. They giggled, several of them calling out what sounded like agreement. Zyr replied in their language, obviously flirting with them.

I considered simply leaping over the balustrade and ending this. Instead, I quickened my pace, striding ahead while he dallied. Perhaps he’d forget about me and run after them.

But no, he immediately caught up. “I’m not bragging,” he insisted, ducking his head to catch my eye. “Well, I’m bragging a little, but I can back it up. You’d enjoy yourself in my bed.”

I stopped so fast he went a step past me, before whipping around. That was uncanny, too. These shapeshifters moved so fast they almost blurred, back in front of you before you realized they’d changed position. “Your bed?” I squeaked out, astonished and horrified enough to look him directly in his eyes.

They widened, searching my face, his expression abruptly serious. “Why do you say it that way—is that an insult?”

No. No, it couldn’t mean the same thing in Common Tongue. “It’s nothing.”

“I don’t think so. We must talk about this,” he said.

“Nooo.” I shook my head emphatically, drawing out the word so he’d hear it. “We will not discuss this. In fact, this whole conversation is over. I never should have talked with you in the first place. I’m going for my breakfast now.”

Head held high with all the dignity of the Hardie family, I walked on.

The Arrows of the Heart is out now! Get your copy!

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Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author whose works include novels, non-fiction, poetry, and short fiction. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award.

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