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  • Bon Appetit: Stories & Recipes for Human Consumption
    Bon Appetit: Stories & Recipes for Human Consumption
    by Donald Jacob Uitvlugt, Rev. Thomas Thorn, Nikko Lee, Dax Bordas, Sebastian Bendix, Rick Powell, Misty Tyers, J. N. Cameron
    Contains Bouillon de Bebe 
  • Spar
    Spar
    by Nikko Lee

    A closeted black belt comes to terms with his bisexuality when he takes an openly gay student as his new sparring partner.

  • Wolf Creek
    Wolf Creek
    by Nikko Lee

    Life as a gay omega werewolf is no fairytale.

  • NECRONOMICUM #2 (NECRONOMICUM: The Magazine of Weird Erotica)
    NECRONOMICUM #2 (NECRONOMICUM: The Magazine of Weird Erotica)
    by Gary Budgen, Julian Darius, Richard Greico Jr, Nikko Lee, K. A. Opperman, Alice Renard, Rose Banks, Paul St. John Mackintosh, Michael Seese

    Contains Instabiable by Nikko Lee

  • Zombiefied Reloaded: The Search for More Brains
    Zombiefied Reloaded: The Search for More Brains
    by Carol Hightshoe, Cynthia Ward, Terry M. West, Christie Meierz, Dana Bell, Mary E. Lowd, Patrick J. Hurley, Francis W. Alexander, Liam Hogan

    Brainatarian by Nikko Lee

  • Coming Back
    Coming Back
    by James Arthur Anderson, Brian Barnett, Dave Fragments, Shawna Galvin, Vince Darcangelo, Ken Goldman, Michael Lindquist

    Contains A Mother Knows by Nikko Lee (paperback available at Lulu.com)

  • Wolf Warriors: The National Wolfwatcher Coalition Anthology
    Wolf Warriors: The National Wolfwatcher Coalition Anthology
    by Jonathan W. Thurston

    Contains Great Mother Wolf by Michelle Knowlton

  • People Eating People: A Cannibal Anthology
    People Eating People: A Cannibal Anthology
    by Frank Larnerd, Tony Peak, Geoff Gander, Shenoa Caroll-Bradd, Robert Hart, Nikko Lee, Kyle Yadlosky, Edward Martin III

    Contains Bouillon de Bebe by Nikko Lee

  • Valves & Vixens: Steampunk Erotica
    Valves & Vixens: Steampunk Erotica
    by Nicole Gestalt, Crysta Coburn, J.T Seate, Nikko Lee, V.C., Zak Jane Keir, Blair, Regina Kammer, Jim Lee

    Contains Boson's Mate by Nikko Lee

  • The Big Book of Bizarro
    The Big Book of Bizarro
    by Rich Bottles Jr.

    Contains Honey-Do by Nikko Lee

  • Between Love and Lust
    Between Love and Lust
    by Nikko Lee

    E-book

    Print-on-demand paperback

  • Templar and Other Stories of Suspense and Terror (Vampires 2, Volume 4)
    Templar and Other Stories of Suspense and Terror (Vampires 2, Volume 4)
    by J. Troy Seate, Patricia McCarthy, Nikke Lee, Andrea Saavedra, James Hartley, Edward McKeown, Mike Graves, J.E. Gurley, Zakk Erikson, David Bernstein C.C. Blake

    Contains Pure Delight by Nikko Lee

Friday
Feb242017

Writing in my spare time

Although I dream of one day making more than the odd dinner bill from my writings, I am one of those authors who writes in their spare time. This week I returned to work after 6 weeks of maternity leave plus 6 weeks of working from home part-time. My commute is an hour in each direction. I have a two year old and a 13 week old. So when do I find time to write?

I'd like to say that I stay up late to write, but my little nurseling gets me up several times a night so I need as much asleep as I can squeeze in between the time I turn off the lights and the alarm clock goes off. I'd like to say I wake up even earlier than my normal 4:45AM wake-up (usually after a 4AM feeding), but that's not going to happen. So do I write on weekends? Neither. My weekends are filled with chores and spending time with my children who I normally only see awake for 2-3 hours a day during the work week.

Don't get me wrong, I do have free time. After the kids are in bed and I've washed all the bottles and my pumping equipment, I have about 1 hour before bed time. During that time I can make calls to my members of congress because the current political system is just too FUBAR'ed to not say something. I plan to start throwing in some exercise during that time once I'm getting enough sleep to be coordinated. Eventually I may write again once I get enough mental and physical capacity to do anything other than crash on the couch beside my husband who pretty much runs the same schedule as me.

Right now, there just isn't any spare time to be had. Someone asked me when I will write again. It might take me a few months or even years, but I will write again.

Monday
Feb062017

Planned Parenthood Benefit: Divided We Fall By Lisabet Sarai

With all the recent political turmoil, it's important to support the causes we believe in. Planned Parenthood's funding is in jeopardy. This organization is often the only place some women can go for affordable health care including birth control and gynecological services. So I'm sharing Lisabet's latest benefit publication in hopes of helping her raise some money for this crucial organization.

All proceeds benefit Planned Parenthood!

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.

Blurb

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.

 

Buy Links

Amazon  US –  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N163BNU/

Amazon UK -   https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N163BNU/

Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/699997

Barnes and Noble -  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/divided-we-fall-lisabet-sarai/1125594805?ean=2940153989365

Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/divided-we-fall-7 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34053587-divided-we-fall

 

PG Excerpt (no racial slurs) 

“Can’t go nowhere now. Gonna be dark in quarter of an hour. And believe me, girl, you don’t want to be out after dark around here.” Cradling Duy in his arms, he climbs the iron and concrete steps leading to the first floor apartments. In the old days, they would have had a view of the swimming pool.

He nudges one door open with a sneaker-clad foot. “This place is in pretty good shape.” He must have done some exploring, I realize, while looking for first aid supplies. “No electric, but the roof’s solid, and so’s the lock on the door."

I step into what had been the living room. It’s been totally stripped of furniture, aside from a broken dinette chair in one corner. The looters even tore up the carpets, exposing the rough wooden planks underneath. Through the uncurtained picture window beside the door, I can look across the courtyard to the corresponding apartment on the other arm of the U. Behind the building, palms make graceful silhouettes against a purple-streaked sky.

“Throw the bolt,” Steel orders, already headed for the bedroom with my unconscious brother. I follow his instructions, then join him. There’s no bed, either, but a tangle of towels, sheets and blankets cover the floor.

“Found these in a locked closet,” he says with a grin as he arranges Duy’s body on the nest of moderately clean fabric. “Guess the looters were too lazy to get it open.”

I sink to my knees next to the plump three year old. He lies on his back, the improvised splint resting on his chest. Although he’s totally motionless, his breathing is deep and even. “How long will he sleep?”

“Dunno. Don’t usually give oxy to kids. We carry it in case something happens on a foraging run.”  He reads the concern in my face, even in the dim light. “Don’t worry, Linh. He’ll be okay.”

It’s the first time he’s called me anything but “girl” or “bitch”. Shows he’s paying attention, too. It turns me strange for a moment, soft. And that sets alarm bells ringing in my head.

 

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.

Tuesday
Jan242017

Finding new homes for Wolf Creek and Spar

I received my return of rights documents faster than anticipated. The good is that I can start looking for publishers to print my novels. The bad is that I actually have to find a publisher that is willing to reprint a novel. For one publisher I will need to add new material to the existing manuscript. This is challenging because I'm so used to the flow of the stories at this point. But it is also exciting that I will get to create at the very least a few new scenes and possibly add in new elements to the story.

Motherhood and working part-time from home are keeping me too busy to write. The stories are never too far from my mind. Even Safe Word runs through my mind occasionally.

Soon it will be the right time to write. Until then I am trying not to worry about my abandoned literary children.

Friday
Dec302016

Return of Rights and What Happens Next

I've recently learned that my publisher is closing up shop next year. This means that soon Wolf Creek and Spar will no longer be available. Within the next 90 days or so, I should receive the rights to the works returned to me and I'm left wondering what happens next.

Do I self-publish?

Do I resubmit to another publisher in the hopes that they will pick up a story that's already been published?

In either case, I need the return of rights documentation. Then I need to see about the rights to the final copy verses the original and the cover art.

This isn't the firt time I've had to deal with a return or rights when a publisher closes, but it is the first time that it's for published works. I hate to think of my two novels disappearing from the shelves never to be seen again. However, I am dreading that will be their fate. Either way, if you want a copy of their, pick it up now before it is no longer available.

Saturday
Dec242016

Gray Christmas By Lisabet Sarai

I'm a fan of erotica, especially when it isn't just the run of the mill erotica. Lisabet always finds something interesting to write about. This time it's an erotica featuring two senior characters embracing their sexuality. You're never too old to enjoy yourself or someone else.

Short Blurb

Widowed author Emma Granger has reconciled herself to spending Christmas Eve in snowy Boston, with a bottle of wine and her cat. A crash from the apartment above 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.

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

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33550862-gray- christmas

Excerpt

A bit of gray frizz peeked out from the neckline of his tee. I wondered if he was hairy all over, then blushed when I realized he was looking at me. Did he know what I was thinking? God, I hoped not! How embarrassing it would be if he realized a horny old grandmother was lusting after his body!
I nibbled at my cheese, glancing out the window so I wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. “It’s snowing harder.”
“Good thing we’re warm and cozy together in here.” Something in his tone made alarm bells ring. When I turned my attention to him, though, he was studying his cracker.
“So—um—what about you? Are you married?” Might as well take the bull by the horns.
“Was.” He wiped his elegant fingers on his napkin. “She left me for a younger man. About ten years ago.”
“Ouch! That must have hurt.”
“Yeah, especially since I was in the hospital recovering from heart surgery at the time.” His manner was nonchalant, as though we were still discussing the weather. My chest grew tight in sympathy. “She was a selfish bitch.”
“I think you’re being too kind.”
“I’m lucky she’s gone. I’m better off without her.”
“I think I’d have to agree.”
“Though I have to say she was great in bed.”
For that, I had no reply. I fumbled with a piece of flatbread, trying to hide my confusion, but I could feel my cheeks were flaming red.

“What about your husband? Was he a good lover?” I couldn’t look at him. I knew there’d be a saucy grin on those enticing lips, and a brash twinkle in those eyes. How could I explain about Tom and me? All the great years we had together, so many erotic adventures, and then the pale, bland final decade, when he’d lost interest in fucking.
Not that it had been his fault. Between menopause and arthritis, sex simply stopped being fun for me. He hated knowing that penetration caused me pain, so he pulled away, and God help me, I was almost relieved. But now I missed the days when we both loved my body, almost as much as I missed Tom himself.
I could hardly share all that with a stranger, though.

 

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.