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No Swinging, Please, We’re Jewish

19 Apr

By Elizabeth Shore

It’s pretty damn fun to be decadently naughty, isn’t it? To luxuriate in clandestine fantasies and hedonistic playtime that might make your friends utter a collective gasp if they knew you did such things. To have a secret, bad-girl self can be heady indeed, which of course is all part of the draw.

But what if indulging in your fantasies could result in total banishment from the life you know if you were ever discovered? What if you could lose your children, your emotional and financial support system, your house, your friends, your job, your family. Would you still risk all to do what you want to do? Be who you want to be? Such is the question that “Monica” and “James,” members of the Ultra-Orthodox Satmar Jewish sect, had to answer for themselves. ‘Cause the thing is, Monica and James are die-hard swingers.

An article in the New York Post last month profiled their story. By all outward appearances, they’re a conservative, late 30’s Ultra-Orthodox Jewish couple living rule-abiding lives and raising rule-abiding children in strict accordance with their faith. But when the lights go down the wigs and yarmulkes come off. James and Monica might have a delicious little ménage planned, or they might each have dates and sexy time with other people. Doesn’t matter to them. They love to swing and swing they do – keeping it all as top secret as Area 51.

Their clandestine lifestyle is not without risk. As they admit in the article, the consequences of discovery would be dire, including total banishment from their religion and community. Yet not only do they embrace their open-marriage, swinging lifestyle, but they took the risk a step further in order to share their story with the New York Post. As it turns out, Monica and James are skeptics about their faith. Outwardly, they maintain appearances to hold on to their network of friends and family. Privately, they have doubts and they want other Hasidic couples who may be struggling in the same way to know they’re not alone.

Looking at Monica and James’ situation from the outside, one might wonder why they don’t just ditch their religious lifestyle. They no longer believe in the faith, they’re hideously restricted by rules, they lead double lives and have to lie to friends, family, and their kids in order to do what they want. Why not bid it all a big fat sayonara and move on? Well, as one can obviously guess, it’s not that easy. Within the confines of a strict religious sect comes a loss of individuality. One’s choices are based on teachings and rules versus free will, and how life operates outside of the sect isn’t necessarily familiar. An interesting article in The Guardian about defectors who leave those strict communities details their struggles to adjust.

For the Monicas and James’s in this world, leaving what they know isn’t an option, so they accept the fact that they have to slink around like teenagers breaking curfew. For them the risk is worth it, not only for the sexual freedom but the emotional fulfillment as well. Monica has to develop some sort of emotional connection before taking on a prospective lover, which is A-OK by James. As he says, “It’s been beautiful to watch Monica fall in love with someone else.”

It seems to me that exploring a situation like this would be a hell of a great romance. It’s got all the ingredients of a page-turning best seller: cloak-and-dagger double life, big risk, possible disastrous consequences, and of course, steaming hot sex. Yum-o! I see book plots galore! Jewish heros and heroines are practically non-existent in romance. Hey…does anyone hear knocking? I think opportunity might be at the door.

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Elizabeth Shore writes both contemporary and historical erotic romance. Her newest book is an erotic historical novella, Desire Rising, from The Wild Rose Press. Other releases include Hot Bayou Nights and The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires




Why You’re Not Cruising Down The Threeway Freeway

18 Jan

By Elizabeth Shore

Over the past almost five years now, we’ve written our handful of posts on ménages here at Lady Smut. Madeline Iva has covered both zombie ménage and vampire ménage, and she and Elisabeth SaFleur have written about it from Charlotte Stein‘s point of view. We’ve also had my post on a friend’s recollection of her real-life ménage. If all these threeway fun play posts have gotten you in a mood to dabble in the world of ménage, then how come you’re not cookin’ up a bacon samie of your own? Because, as we’ve learned, it’s damned hard.

A friend recently  hipped me up to an interesting article in the New York Post about the challenges of morphing your ménage fantasy into real-life slap and tickle among you and two lusty partners. On the surface it seems as if it wouldn’t be all that tough to find a willing partner or partners to make the ménage fantasy happen. You’ll see it listed on those top ten lists of women’s fantasies plastered all over the internet. A ménage is kind of like a Miss Texas contestant in a beauty pageant – almost always among the finalists. So in theory, with so many people allegedly lusting for three-ways, finding a partner would be like finding a vibrator. Just take your pick from among the many available. But according to the article, it’s not that easy.

If you think about it, it’s hard enough finding one person with whom you want to have sex multiple times. Sure, you can do a quick hook-up on Tinder for an easy one-nighter, but inevitably it’s just a single night for a reason. Getting the chemistry right is work, and it does indeed require you to kiss a lot of frogs before finding a prince. Or even just someone normal. On top of that, if you’re wanting to add a third person to the mix, now you’ve got two people – you and your partner – who both have preferences for what they like and want in the additional person.

Introducing the concept of a “unicorn” – a bisexual person who joins an existing couple’s relationship – can be an exciting way to add spice. The unicorn can theoretically make that ménage fantasy come true without damaging a couple’s foundation. Kind of a real-life sex toy with no emotional strings attached. Except that the unicorn is, in fact, a live person with his or her (often a her, though not always) own set of feelings and needs. In an article in marie claire, a woman who served as a sexual unicorn ended up getting involved with the husband behind the wife’s back and ultimately tossed aside when it became too complicated. Talk about being the ultimate third wheel.

But the NY Post article interviewed several women who’ve served as unicorns for which the experience has been positive. They cite several reasons: the ability to please and tease both men and women (assuming the ménage is M/F/F and the unicorn is a woman); it’s flattering to be wanted by not one but two people; it allows for the ability to be a pleaser, to make other’s fantasies come true; and it allows one to have intimacy but not the jealousy that can often come when an additional person invades a traditional couple relationship. If you’re just “servicing” the couple, you’re not going to be jealous. Or so it’s supposed to go.

But the downside, as noted earlier, is that unicorns do have feelings and they do have needs. If involvement in a relationship turns emotional but the emotional needs aren’t being met, that’s going to be nothing but a complicated world of hurt. The woman in the marie claire article had that very thing happen to her. She and the husband began developing feelings for one another, but his desire not to leave his wife meant she was eventually kicked to the curb. And the unicorn herself didn’t want only the husband, she wanted the package deal. Since the wife no longer desired it, the unicorn misses out.

So what to do? How do you have a successful threeway? An article at greatist.com offers sage advice, including establishing ground rules and having an exit strategy. And don’t forget about the needs of your unicorn. They’re not just there to serve as glorified toys. Take these tips and you’ll soon learn that unicorns aren’t just fantasies.

What do you say, oh reader? Would you have a threeway? Would you serve as a unicorn? Let us know in the comments below, and don’t forget to sign up for our Lady Smut newsletter. Free stories and fun stuff you won’t get from the blog alone. Go ahead, hit that little pink button. You know you want to.

Elizabeth Shore writes both contemporary and historical erotic romance. Her newest book is an erotic historical novella, Desire Rising, from The Wild Rose Press. Other releases include Hot Bayou Nights and The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires



Modern Lust: A Lady Smut Guest Post With Cara McKenna

11 Jul

 by Cara McKenna

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Today’s guest poster, erotic romance author Cara McKenna

“Nobody really dates anymore. You just fuck a load of randos you meet on the internet until eventually you wake up married to whichever one bothered to make you breakfast.”

This wisdom from the heroine’s roommate in Downtown Devil. But let’s back up a moment.

I met my husband on the internet, back in 2007.

I was twenty-eight and an online dating veteran by then, and I have nothing bad to say about the practice (nothing that couldn’t also be said for analog dating, anyhow.) I met some friends, some boyfriends, some fond flash-in-the-pan* lovers, and of course, a spouse. I had dinner or drinks or played darts with a few duds and a few flakes, but no true creepers, and nothing bad happened to me, apart from a couple squandered evenings.**

A lot’s changed in the past nine years, right alongside technology. I mean, the iPhone was released the same year I met my husband. At the time, most of us were still texting on flip-phones by hitting the 2 key three times to type a C, and any photos the technologically advanced were able to take and send were as big as a postage stamp and as blurry as a frosted shower door and probably cost the object of your affections 40¢ to receive.

I won’t lie. If my husband dematerialized tomorrow and—after an appropriate mourning period—I was to jump back into the online dating pool, I think I’d be terrified. Even me, a former varsity-level participant.

Is sexting now compulsory, I wonder? If I joined Tindr and refused to send guys pictures of my knockers, would I even be able to compete? If my greatest strength had always been my ability to craft a charming introductory email, is that skill all but obsolete, now? Are we all just a profile picture and a witty tagline these days? Is it really true that there’s a lot of dudes holding fish in their photos?

I hope I never need find out the answers to these scaly questions.

Then again, maybe this is all just internalized anxiety from some hand-wringy New York Times article I’ve forgotten I read.

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The closest I come these days to wading out into the choppy and largely pixelated dating waters is through my characters, and most of them still meet in a fictionalized version of real life. Even in my latest book, Downtown Devil, Clare meets Mica at the coffee shop where he’s employed as the world’s hottest barista. But from there, I strapped in and joined her on a journey I’m not sure I’d be brave enough to undertake, myself—dating in 2016.

In some ways, Mica is a dream come true. He’s charismatic, sexy, fearless, exciting, and forward—helpful when you’re not the type to make the first move. But he’s also my personal worst nightmare in this make-believe reality in which I’d be dating in the present day. He’s a flake and a player, and only texts or calls poor Clare when he’s DTF (eds by Kiersten: aka “Down to Fuck”). But the sex is so bonkers, she’s powerless to say no. Plus she doesn’t think she’s after anything serious, so what’s the harm?

I’d like to think I’d be liberated enough to enjoy Mica for what he is, but I dunno. Punctuality is REALLY sexy, in my opinion.

Before you panic—Downtown Devil is a ménage, and the second man, Vaughn, is as chivalrous and reliable and considerate as Mica is self-serving. I had fun wedging Clare (often literally) between the old-school gentleman and the modern-day man-whore.

I won’t tell you what happens—whether she comes to her senses and finally cuts flaky-hot*** Mica loose, or if she manages to reform him, or if all three of them ride off into the sunset together. But it was really interesting to put myself in her shoes and navigate this modern dating landscape, where plans are made last-minute via text; where you know the guy you’re into could easily be scrolling Tindr an hour after you’ve left his place; where a date can feel so incendiary, so hot and chemical and right, and then…crickets. Nothing from the guy for days and days on end. Do you break down and text him first? If so, what do you say? How casual do you spin it? And how long do you wait before you DO break down, and…? And? AND?

God bless you kids currently finding your way in this brave new world. I’ve been off the market for nine years, and I guess I’m an old lady now, because it sounds exhausting. I mean, the excitement of all that variety in the palm of your hand would probably be a thrill for a few days or weeks, but all the same, just thinking about it makes me want to stay in with a bottle of wine and a Silicon Valley marathon.

Nonetheless, I’ll continue to giddily explore it all from my lofty author perch. In fact, in the final Sins in the City series installment, Midtown Masters, the three lovers do indeed meet online. In FACT, the second man solicits the other two protagonists to do web-camming for him. So never let it be said that I’m afraid to play tourist in the land of digital debauchery. Not from the safety of my keyboard, anyhow.

*As a public service I Googled the origin of the term “flash in the pan,” realizing I had no clue what its literal meaning is. It doesn’t even have to do with gold glinting in a prospector’s pan, which apparently many people assume it does—people more clever than me, even if they’re wrong. Turns out, “Flintlock muskets used to have small pans to hold charges of gunpowder. An attempt to fire the musket in which the gunpowder flared up without a bullet being fired was a ‘flash in the pan’.” You’re welcome!

**My least enjoyable entanglement involved a nymphomaniac with a glass eye. How this has not made it into an erotic romance is a mystery for the ages.

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*** like a biscuit, only with a wang.

Don’t miss the first book in the Sins in the City series, Crosstown Crush!

Cara McKenna writes award-winning contemporary romance and smart erotica, sometimes under the name Meg Maguire, and has sold more than thirty-five novels and novellas to Penguin, Harlequin, Samhain, and Signet Eclipse. She’s known for writing no-nonsense, working-class heroes with capable hands and lousy grammar. She is a 2015 RITA Award finalist, a 2014 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award winner, a 2013 and 2011 Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award nominee, and a 2010 Golden Heart finalist. Cara writes full-time and lives in the Pacific Northwest with her own bearded hero.

Hey Folks, don’t forget to follow Lady Smut, and if you lurv Cara McKenna like we do, you might want to check out these other LadySmut links that are all about her books and our mad girl crush over them — Madeline Iva

Cara McKenna, Rocking My World

Why This Short Read by Cara McKenna Is So Awesome

Cara McKenna has written one of those Books We Can’t Stop Thinking About

Talking About Watching People Do It & Cara McKenna’s Book Crosstown Crush

Cara McKenna’s No Holds Barred Sexy Fighter

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More on Cara McKenna’s Crosstown Crush & The Problem of Cheaters Cheating

Talking about Cara McKenna’s book Hard Time & Love Letters


On The Run–From Zombies! (Post-Apocalyptic Menage)

12 May

imgresby Madeline Iva

FLESH by Kylie Scott is an excellent erotic romance read.  There are many things to love about it.

ON THE RUN! I love books where there is a lot of tension and an edge of danger, don’t you?  Where the sex is a release from all the built up pressure.  It’s not just sex for sex’s sake–which is wonderful in real life of course–but in an erotic romance I like my plots a little more chewy.

FROM ZOMBIES! There are rattles at the door, bumps in the night.  Kylie Scott just does a very good job of keeping us aware that it’s an oogie world out there, better cuddle up tight with someone where it’s safe (for now) and find a little shelter from the (sh**) storm (for now).

So, Kylie’s heroine, Ali, has come out of her hidey hole to score some food and runs into a guy, who in my mind (since Kylie is an Aussie) I saw as Hugh Jackman.  Daniel is very tall with brown hair, crinkles at the corners of his eyes, and has an open, optimistic demeanor.

Some might quarrel with the love at first sight motif, but this is a post-apocalyptic land.  Anyone who is not gross biker-gang scum is someone worthy of insta-lurv.  If only out of sheer gratitude that, finally, after weeks and months, you’ve encountered someone who doesn’t want to eat your brains.

Now loving someone at first sight can easily be conflated with wanting to boink someone at first site. Wanting to boink at first site is very common in erotic romance.  “I’ve just laid eyes on you and I want to f**k you bad/hard/right now.

Okay, let me say this: even thought it’s a very common motif, it just doesn’t do it for me.  I don’t mind a dude who falls in love at first sight, but keep it to yourself, will ya? And even more important–keep it in your pants until you get to know me a little, please.  I can’t help what I look like.  That, as Tyra says, was mommy and daddy’s work.  But the inner me?  This is something I’ve cultivated, and it means more to me if you get to know and like the inner me than it does if you simply drool all over the outer shell.

Okay–getting off my soap box now.

Yet this is how Daniel reacts to Ali. He drools helplessly and overtly.  You can see however, that although he *wants* to be cool about it, he can’t.  Yet he tries to be all me-and-you-for-eternity-yes? in as friendly a way as possible.

Despite that, I still kept thinking, “It’s the end of the world, and on top of all my other problems some random guy is pressuring me for sex? I would find that quite irritating.” And indeed, Ali is irritated by Dan at first.  But that’s my particular quirk, reader.  Dan knows he’s coming on strong.  We see Dan struggle with himself and lose.  He’s just a good guy gone horny in a crazy world.  Some readers will find this endearing.

Me, I hung in there.  And as I read along, I kept thinking I wish he was a little more cool about Ali.  I wish he was a little less focussed on her and more on the problems at hand.  Because we all know that the competent guy is so hot in these situations.  (I’m looking at you Daryl.)

...And hot cop makes 3. I love a menage where one of the guys comes with handcuffs.

…And hot cop makes 3. I love a menage where one of the guys comes with handcuffs.

It was like Kylie Scott read my mind!

Enter Finn.  A little less impressed with Ali, and a lot cooler than Dan, Finn is at a distance on his motor bike, scouting out the duo. He’s not just gorgeous, Finn also turns out to be quite deadly, and more prepared to wipe out the nasty biker-gang scum they unexpectedly run across at the nearest derelict grocery store.

I love repressed emotions as much as the next girl, and as soon as Finn is sitting around with Ali who’s fretting because Daniel might or might not be dead, and he’s wanting her badly, and hiding it so it’s not obvious to her, Kylie Scott hit all my happy buttons.  Finn was definitely my guy.  And when events take a menage turn (as one knew they would) and Finn says he likes to ‘be in control’ and gets a little BDSM-y lite, I was even happier.

All-in-all FLESH was exactly what I wanted to read this week, and Kylie Scott is an excellent, talented erotic romance author. I’ll definitely be checking out her other books as well.  Full disclosure: I heard FLESH was awesome, so I asked Kylie for a free copy to read and she gave it to me.

Speaking of ON THE RUN — our Elizabeth Shore has a new book out this week that’s all the way on the other end of the erom spectrum.

The end of an awful marriage might be the beginning of something smoking hot. Click to buy.

The end of an awful marriage might be the beginning of something smoking hot. Click to buy.

It’s a historical about a heroine named Lucy, falsely accused of murder–and therefore, also on the run. She flees to London, assumes the name of Catherine Sheffield, and tries to avoid the dreadful history of her marriage catching up with her.  Won’t you follow this link to Amazon and take a peek?

So what books have you read with an On the Run theme? Any good one’s lately? There are so many great variations including: run and hide, on the lam (from the law), etc.  Tell us your favorite titles in the comments section.  🙂  And if you’ve read any other hot Kylie Scott novels, let me know!

Meanwhile, make sure to follow us at Lady Smut.  We’ll lead you right to the good stuff and keep you out of handcuffs.  That is, unless you *want* to wear handcuffs. ; >

Madeline Ivaimgres writes fantasy, paranormal, and contemporary romance.  Her novella ‘Sexsomnia’ is available in our LadySmut anthology HERE, and her fantasy romance, WICKED APPRENTICE, will be out Fall, 2016.





About That Ménage Fantasy …

8 Apr

MenageBy Elizabeth Shore

Ask any woman what her sexal fanasies are, and inevitably one of the items on the list is a ménage with her and two guys. Sadly, that’s often all it ever is – just a fantasy. A lot of straight guys simply can’t get down with the idea of being naked with a bro. Sure, jocks see it all in the showers. But your man and another dude naked in the bedroom? Together? Oh hell no. It’s just too “gay” seeming, or so I’ve been told. They don’t want to be so close to another dude’s junk and they sure as hell don’t want to accidentally touch him. So what’s a three-way craving gal to do? If you’re like a good friend of mine, you have the enviable fortune of meeting someone who sets your world on fire sexually and doesn’t mind taking his good buddy along for the ride.

My friend, whom I’ll call Amber, is now among the roughly 11% of women who’ve admitted to taking part in a three-way. I’ll say right up front – I’m jealous. Envious. Yes, I’m among that population of women who think it would be a pretty amazing adventure to have two guys kissing me and caressing me and licking my – whoops! That naughty little imagination of mine.

Anyhoo … I decided that since there’s a fairly high chance that I’m never gonna have the experience myself, I needed the dirt from Amber. So we met for coffee and she filled me in. I told her that, of course, I was going to have to blog about it. She said it was no big deal as long as, of course, I changed her name. I don’t blame her for that. This is not something you want your boss reading about. Or your mother.

But seriously, Amber, let’s talk. For starters, how does the idea between you and your partner even get broached? Cause one big hurdle I see in the whole scenario is that many guys just don’t want to share. Guys are like cats – very territorial. If you’ve ever tried introducing a new cat into a household that already has one, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Fur can fly. In the case with men, call them fists.

Amber told me that with her the subject was broached during one of those “what are your fantasies” conversations with her boyfriend, Tyler. She told him she wanted to do it with two men and Tyler, who’s very sexually open, told her he could make it happen. Ooooh, goody! Awesome response, right? But she still didn’t think it would necessarily become reality until two weeks ago when she received a phone call from Tyler. He’d had to go on a road trip upstate and took along his good buddy, Mitch. They were about five hours away from where Amber lived. Tyler told Amber she should drive up and meet them. They could, you know, make that fantasy of hers come true. Amber hopped in her car.

So …. (me, jumping up and down) how was it?? In a word, amazing. She and Mitch clicked, they all loosened up with food and drinks beforehand, and when the party started there were no awkward moments, like wondering who goes where or does what to whom. How was that even possible? Because Tyler, as it turns out, had established rules.

He said he’s only got three: guys don’t touch each other, Mitch isn’t allowed to shoot his load in Amber’s mouth, and Mitch and Amber can only be together when Tyler’s in the room. OK, so I get one and three, but what’s the deal with the second one? Seems like that would be an expected outcome (heh) of the whole three-way deal. Tyler says it’s a personal preference, but he likes to save a little something something just for himself.

When I asked Tyler why he agreed to do it at all, he said it was to fulfill his girlfriend’s fantasy. He also loves the experience because he says “it drives the girl insane and that’s hot to watch.” But didn’t he get jeaous seeing her having sex with another guy? No, because the other guy was hand-picked by Tyler himself and it was a buddy he trusted. For that reason, as open as Tyer is, what he wouldn’t be willing to do is a repeat performance with dude #2 being solely Amber’s choice. The jealousy issue is also addresed with the whole “no screwing my buddy when I’m not in the room” thing.

Did Amber have any last minute doubts on the drive to meet them? None. Does she have any regrets after the fact? Not at all. Would she do it again? In a New York minute. She thought it was awesome. The secret sauce in the whole mix, she said, is trust. She trusts Tyler, and Tyler trusts Mitch. Without that trust, what could be a mind blowing experience is instead just awkward, uncomfortable, and a total buzz kill.

So there you have it from one who knows. The hot scenarios in those ménage books we fantasize over do happen in real life if you’re fortunate enough to have a partner willing to make your fantasy come true.

What do you think? Would you try a three-way if the situation presented itself or do you prefer the safer ground of keeping those fantasies just as they are – fantasies. Sound off in the comments below and don’t forget to follow up at Lady Smut.


M/M vs Gay Romance

6 Dec

martinby C. Margery Kempe

As I’m popping around doing promo for my M/M/M ménage MAN CITY: MARTIN, part of the ménage series MAN CITY, I’ve been a bit nonplussed to find so much confusion regarding ‘gay romance’ as opposed to “M/M” among readers, particularly those who don’t normally read it.

I tried to write MARTIN so the story appealed to both audiences, but it’s good to remember that there are two very different audiences for all male-romance and erotica: women who love to ready about the sexy men and gay men who love to read about the sexy men. Magic if you can please both, but they’re coming at the material from different perspectives, particularly the M/M genre’s roots in slash fiction, stories created by fans linking popular characters romantically. It takes its name from the Kirk/Spock romances way back in the 60s fandom.

I wrote a guest blog for the romance scholar’s blog, Teach Me Tonight, about one of the earliest critics of slash fiction, the SF writer Joanna Russ (who’s written lots of fantastic fiction and the all important bombshell How to Suppress Women’s Writing). She looks at that earliest M/M slash fiction and realizes that the appeal is completely to a female audience. Russ reminds us that Spock’s “alienness is a way of ‘coding’ into the K/S fantasies that their subject is not a homosexual love affair between two men, but love and sex as women want them” (83). This is key to the appeal of slash, but also perhaps to that of the modern M/M romance. Russ points out that the traditionally masculine and feminine traits fluctuate between the characters, creating an ideal relationship:

Neither has to give up ‘his’ work in the world; both have adventure and love; telepathy provides lifelong commitment and the means of making such a union unbreakable and extremely intimate; and while both partners are ‘masculine’ in the sense of being active in the world, they provide tenderness and nurturance for each other in a very ‘feminine’ way. And the sex is marvelous. (84)

A lot of M/M romance is specifically written for a female audience with this sort of “let’s see what a world without sexist expectations would be for romance” and that’s what makes it appealing to a lot of the audience. Plus, hey — the hot man flesh you love and more of it.

The reason this can run into problems is when it becomes exploitive, like “lesbian” porn created for male gaze that has absolutely nothing to do with real lesbian desire. Or if it erases the presence of genuine gay and lesbian desire in popular media portrayals. It can be problematic. I’ve seen slash fiction that actually creates a marked echo of very traditional sexual roles — you know, like those people who ask same sex couples, “Who’s the man and who’s the woman?” Cringe!

I hope that a wide audience will enjoy Martin and his very human experiences with two men who also happen to be a couple. And anybody who likes sexy romance, I promise you hot fun!

And right now my publisher is having a half off sale, so you can pick up MAN CITY: MARTIN and a lot of new books for your ereader!

How do you spell ‘Luxury’? M-O-R-E

15 Nov

Man City Martin by C Margery Kempe - 500by C. Margery Kempe

It’s getting toward that unmentionable part of the year when people want to rush through work to get things done before the holidays and families make demands and suddenly everybody’s wearing a rictus grin while they curse under their breath and buy more presents they don’t want to give to people who don’t really want them.

Why not chuck all that — if only for an hour or two — and give yourself the gift of luxury?

It doesn’t have to be much, not really. Oh sure, if it’s in your budget splurge on that trip to the tropics or to your favourite ski resort in Switzerland. But even if you don’t have the dosh, there’s plenty of ways to treat yourself if you just remember that important word more.

Any number is fine with me — as long as it’s more.
I’m no mathematician
All I know is addition
I find counting a bore.
Keep the numbers mounting —
You’re a guy who knows accounting.

You can use this principle in every moment of your day: want instant luxury? Just take more:

  • Five more minutes in the shower
  • Ten more minutes for your lunch break
  • Add some chocolate sauce on your ice cream or that cupcake you said you’d forget
  • Have an extra glass of wine
  • Buy that sexy book or movie you’ve been jonesing for
  • Press the snooze button and wake up your partner

Luxury is all in the way you think!

That’s what’s soothing about success
Never settle for something less
Something’s better than nothing, yes —
But nothing’s better than more…

So how did I make my ménage series even more luxurious just in time for the holidays? My third in the series of threesomes had to go the previous two (Man City: Shai and Man City: Lizzie) one better. They each had two marvelous men sandwiching a lucky gal.

What else was there to do but add more manly goodness?

Man City: Martin is out on the 20th and it’s M/M/M — M for menliness, which is next to luxuriousness. And stands for Mmmmmm! My publisher will be giving away books galore that week as it’s our 5 books in 5 days extravaganza. Drop by Tirgearr’s Facebook page for details. Go on, treat yourself. You deserve it.

What’s your favourite simple luxury?


Sexy Santa Story: Talkin’ ’bout Wicked Wonderland

5 Dec

Wicked Wonderland

Once you’ve got the stockings all hung up with care in the hopes that St. Nicholas soon will be there, what’s a gal to do? If you’re like me, you may be in the mood for a spicy read to take away winter’s chill and put you in a merry mood. In that case, you may wish to check out the new erotic fantasy romance from Lisa Whitefern, Wicked Wonderland.

Lilly Rudolph is a well-meaning, devoted daughter who takes a job as a stripper to help her gambling-addicted mother out of financial woes. Lilly’s got problems of her own, namely, a stalker who’s been harassing her for years, a tendency to be accident prone, and stripper co-workers who can’t stand her. While performing a show one night, she runs into Nick Frost and Kris Noelle, half fae lovers whom Lilly had known years ago from college. Back when she was dating Nick, Lilly caught him intimately involved with Kris and found out that her boyfriend and his best friend also happened to be lovers. Feeling shocked and betrayed, Lilly fled them and the relationship and didn’t see them again until they reunite at the strip club ten years later.

Nick and Kris have always missed Lilly and felt incomplete without her in their lives. When they get the opportunity to be with her again, they get her to agree to share one magical night together. Lilly won’t go for more because she doesn’t feel right coming in between Kris and Nick. But they have their fun on that night, and it takes place in a flying sleigh. Kris and Nick were raised by Santa, you see, so they’ve got access to some pretty cool transportation.

Meanwhile, the readers are also introduced to Lilly’s half sister (about whom she’s unaware), Zenobia, who covets the role of Queen of the Fae. She views Lilly as her biggest threat and is going to do what it takes to ensure that Lilly never takes the throne, although Lilly is unaware that she’s fae or that she even has magical powers.

There’s a whole lot goin’ on in this story, at times to its detriment, but one thing that’s definitely hot is the sex. The menage scenes between Lilly, Kris, and Nick are well written and will most certainly raise the temperature in your bedroom. There’s also a quick m/m scene right in the beginning between Nick and Kris that establishes their relationship and is cute, funny, and hot at the same time.

There are a few little things that didn’t quite work for me.  For example, at one point during a battle scene Lilly causes a ship’s mast to break off and fly in the air to fight off an enemy, after which flower petals fall from the sky. Yet later on in the story Lilly still doesn’t believe she has magical powers. Now, I personally have never been able to make inanimate objects whirl about the sky, but if I did I’d certainly start thinking I’ve got some cool powers. Also, Kris and Nick mention several times that they were raised by Santa, so I kept hoping that they’d whisk Lilly off to the North Pole and we readers would meet the big man himself. No such luck. Perhaps Ms. Whitefern has that in mind for a sequel? We can only hope.

Overall this is a hot, fun read that will spice up your holiday in all the right ways. Wicked Wonderland is available at Samhain. I’d recommend that you add it to your list.


I’m “TAKEN” with Selena Kitt’s New Book

27 Sep

Did you read Elizabeth Shore’s post yesterday about f/f pulp novels?  It was interesting to think about the lesser sales of f/f titles, vs. the better selling f/f/m titles.  I said in the comments section that I thought the numbers expressed the difference between the committed vs. the curious. ;>

Trolling around the internet later on that day, I found out about TAKEN, Selena Kitt’s latest work, on another blog that posts Sexy Snippets every week.  The post about Selena Kitt was by Sandra Bunino (who seems cool) and includes an excerpt.

I think I liked the excerpt.  I like the cover.

A little more explicit than I usually go for, (people, I hate thongs) but look, she’s tastefully kissing the other woman’s taut stomach.  (Yet we know where those lips are going).  Meanwhile, the hot guy in the background watches with a respectful, yet yearning expression.

Here’s an excerpt that I found on Excessia’s website:

Lizzy’s friendship with her older boss, Sarah, turns into something deeper and much more exciting one rainy day after work, and Lizzy finds herself drawn into a world she never knew existed. Sarah has a dominant streak, and as she leads Lizzy into the role of a submissive, the two women become closer than they ever thought possible. But while Sarah, hurt too many times, wears a ring, and tells guys she’s “taken,” Lizzy knows she secretly longs for a man. Determined to find one for them both to share, Lizzy is just about to give up when a dark, handsome, virile answer shows up right under her nose. Lizzy may think she and Sarah are going to seduce David–but she underestimates their handsome co-worker, and David turns the tables on them both. But will he be able to tame the untameable Sarah?

(What is Excessia? Well, it’s a publishing company that Selena Kitt herself runs.)

So that sounds like a GREAT plot– doesn’t it? Oh — and Selena Kitt has two free reads here.

When I was looking up Selena Kitt I liked her “about” page.  She says: “I like to stretch conventional boundaries, whether it’s with style or content, and my work often has some sort of edge or a deeper message. If you’re looking for the formulaic, you might want to look elsewhere, but if you want the different, the unique and even the thoughtful in your erotica, you’ve found the right kitten! 

Thumb’s up to that.

On the other hand, I want to sound out a warning to the Women Who Exclaim ‘Ish’ Frequently.  (WWEIF’s).  looking through her long, long, long backlist, there seemed to titles that indicated plots about babysitters, and some “Daddy” titles.  (Ish ish ish! Double ish.)

I wring my hands.  On one hand I haven’t read them!–so who am I to judge? On the other hand, but I’m still a little bit grossed out by one of the blurbs I read.  Do her ‘eco-romance’ titles and other more ‘woman-friendly’ counter-balance this? Mebbe.

Anyway: Taken.  Check it out & you decide. 🙂



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