New Release for Halloween!
By Lisabet Sarai
Dark paranormal BDSM erotic romance
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463534571
Available October 17, 2018
Discover the ultimate erotic surrender
The long years before I found Underground and Z seem like some bad dream—an endless series of fetish groups and kink clubs, personal ads and bar hook-ups, as I searched everywhere for someone who could understand and satisfy my particular needs. S&M folk like to believe they're tolerant and accepting. They weren't ready to tolerate me, though.
Z doesn’t need blades or blood to take me where I want to go. His unnatural power alone would be enough. He understands how the ritual excites me, though—the slow glide of metal across my breast or along my thigh, the rush of bright pain, the flare of desire as ruby droplets gather in the knife’s wake.
I never told him about the blades and the blood. He just knew, as he seems to know so much else about me.
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We acted out the scene several times before I broached the subject of my own desires. “I love playing your dead bride,” I told him. “But it’s hard to summon the true stillness necessary for the role. What if I really were close to death? Wouldn’t that be even more exciting?”
Bruno didn’t condemn me, I’ll give him that. He listened with affection and respect before he shook his head.
“I can’t hurt you, Elena. That’s not who I am.” He shrugged. “You should realize by now, I’m just a big teddy bear.”
“Cutting doesn’t hurt, or not much anyway. The little bit of pain is exciting.” I squeezed his hand and ran my fingers through his wild, curly hair. “Please, Bruno? It means so much to me. You know how it is. You understand.”
“I do know. That scares me, too. This thing we do together—I know it’s not right, not healthy.”
“Who’s to say—?”
“Let me finish. My gut tells me there’s something wrong with me—the fact that I get off on sex with a corpse. But I can’t not do it. The pull’s too strong.”
“That’s how I feel about bringing myself to the edge,” I said. “It’s an overwhelming need, Bruno.”
“Exactly. But what you want is far more dangerous. I care about you.” He leaned in for a quick kiss. “What if I miscalculated? Took too much?”
“Then you’d get your heart’s desire,” I quipped. “You’d have a real corpse.”
Bruno scowled, his bushy eyebrows scrunching into a single line. “That’s not funny, and you know it. These things we want—they’re shameful. Horrible.”
“But that doesn’t stop us from wanting them, does it?” I countered.
That put him in a black mood. Without another word, he got dressed and left my apartment. I didn’t hear from him for more than a week. Then he must have felt guilty, because he called me with the information he’d gleaned about Underground.
It was some sort of a secret club, he told me, a place where literally nothing was forbidden. Access was strictly controlled; only those deemed worthy were allowed to enter, after an extensive, intrusive vetting process. No one had ever produced pictures of the owners, but they were reported to be obscenely wealthy and eternally young. Supposedly they had occult powers.
A journalist who’d managed to get inside using a false identity had hanged himself on his condo balcony. The draft manuscript for his exposé vanished from his hard drive. The police chief who’d vowed to track down the legendary taboo venue was beaten to death in an alley. A starlet who’d pumped up her ratings by claiming to be a regular ended up mashed to a pulp in a horrific traffic accident.
The wilder rumors spoke of demons, vampires and other unearthly creatures among the patrons.
“Maybe that’s what you should be looking for,” Bruno added with a sick-sounding chuckle. “Seems like a vampire would be just your thing.”
I didn’t believe in vampires. In any case, I’d never found the notion of vampires a turn-on—unlike a good fraction of the human race—though I recognized that a real blood-drinker could drain me far more easily than some top with a blade. Still, I sent an email inquiry to the address Bruno had discovered. After all, what did I have to lose?
Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. 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. Sign up for her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh