Need Some Help

I'm looking for some answers from you guys out there. What are your favorite types of erotic books? I know male/male are among the top, but if you're not reading male/male, what comes next? What turns you on and holds your attention?

I'm finding that my tastes in books isn't one of the more popular ones. Where I like edgy, gut-wrenching types of stories, some aren't into that. I love happy endings, but I tend to like for my characters to fight to get to them. What are your views?

Between cowboys and soldiers, which wins?

Between cat shifters and wolf shifters, which wins?

Between vampires and shifters, which wins?

Do you like to start right up with the sex scenes or build up to them?

Tell me how you feel about the books you read? What would you like to see more of? I know there are a lot of us authors out there who want to make you happy!

 

I know this makes me happy! What about you?  I'm waiting to find out...

An Early Christmas Present

I'm so excited!
I got an early Christmas Present, the cover of A Dirty Dozen Christmas. Do you think it is sufficiently naughty? I sure do. What a yummy...biker.

It officially goes on sale December 21st, but I'm sure it will be available for pre-order soon. I'll let you know as soon as I know.

Here's a peek of what you can expect. Enjoy!

 

A Dirty Dozen Christmas

“I don’t want Tina going anywhere alone while all of this is going on.” Zack leaned back against the cabinets.

“Hey! I’m standing right here. I do have a say in these things.” Tina crossed her arms and glared at the two men.

“Not where your safety is concerned. We’ve talked about this before, Tina.”

“I’m not in any danger. These women are all talk and bluster. The worst thing that might happen is that they call us names. They’re too good to engage in anything like fighting or hair pulling.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not going to leave you unprotected. Live with it.” Zack pushed off from the cabinets and disappeared into the other room.

“Let him cool off, babe. It’ll all be okay.” Cole wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

“You’re trying to distract me with sex, aren’t you.”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.” Tina couldn’t help but smile.

Cole backed her up against the bar and nibbled on her lips before slipping his tongue inside her mouth. He licked every inch inside before sucking on her tongue. His hands weren’t still while he kissed her. They slipped beneath her sweater and massaged her back before one slipped between her waistband and skin to squeeze her ass cheek.

Tina moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his thick erection against her belly. There was no doubting what he had in mind. If only she could get Zack on board as well. She pushed back against Cole’s hard cock and wrapped her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss, nipping at her lower lip before thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth. She didn’t doubt for a second that she would have swollen lips when he finished with her.

“More,” she managed to get out around nips.

“I’ll give you more. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Cole growled then picked her up and carried her over his shoulder with one hand on her ass. As they passed through the den, Zack stood up from where he’d been sitting, flipping through channels on the TV. She caught a quick glance of his face as the anger slid into need, and he followed them to the bedroom.

As soon as they entered the room, she heard the door slam behind them and Cole dropped her on the bed. Tina bounced once and immediately crawled to the other side. She slid off the bed and grinned at the two men.

“Strip, Tina.” Zack’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

“What if I want you to strip first?”

“Do it, babe. Now.” Cole walked around the end of the bed toward her.

Tina backed away until she felt Zack’s hard body behind her. When had he crawled over the bed, and why hadn’t she noticed? He gripped her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear. His hot breath sent tingles along her skin.

“You’re playing with fire.”

Cole reached her and slid his hands under her shirt before pulling it upward. He bent down and nibbled her other earlobe before jerking her shirt over her head. Tossing it to the floor, he reached for the front closure of her bra even as Zack’s hands reached lower to the button at her waistband. They quickly divulged her of the rest of her clothes before lowering her to the bed.

“Don’t move, Tina.” Cole’s raspy voice made her smile. He was hot and hard for her. Just the way she liked him.

One glance at Zack proved he was in no better shape. He jerked his shirt over his head with one hand and unfastened his jeans with the other without dropping his gaze from her. Nothing turned her on more than for her men to lose control with their need for her. She reclined on her elbows and slowly spread her legs wide so that they could see her wet pussy. She dipped one hand down her belly, pausing to flick her belly ring before drifting lower to slide one finger between her southern lips. 

Give Me a Girl with Guts!

If there’s one thing that annoys me about erotic fiction or fiction in general, it’s a heroine that just stands there and lets things happen to her. Come on, give me a girl with guts! I’d rather scream, “Don’t go in there!” at my heroine than roll my eyes as she stands around biting her nails.

 

 

In my erotic ménage Nobody Rides for Free, Sinn is a faery girl with guts. She doesn’t mind walking out on her moshini, or soulmate, to make a point. She’s not scared to walk alone on a desert highway in the middle of the night. And she’s definitely unafraid of the three bikers who come along thinking they’ve hit the jackpot with some easy action.

In fact, she’s rather eager for the prospect…

~ADULT EXCERPT~

“Can you take me all the way?"

The three laughed hard. "Oh, baby," Stubble finally got out, "that's the whole idea!"

"No," she laughed, trying to sound nervous again when she only felt impatient. "I mean, can you take me all the way to where I need to go? San Diego?" Leaning forward, she provided the trio with a generous view of her cleavage.

"We're on our way there --" Cowboy started excitedly, but Green Eyes shushed him and said, "We'll see. It depends on how good you are."

Oh, yes. She would enjoy gutting him later. She could see now that he had preyed on women before with the same tactics. But first, she would have her own fun.

"Well, how about we get started, then?" She strode off to the sand on the side of the road. "Will you gentlemen put your coats down for me?"

For some tough guys, the trio did not waste time setting up a makeshift love nest for her. After he realized what she had made him do, Green Eyes said, "That's the only request you get to make, sweetheart. We make the rest of the demands tonight."

Sinn had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. As if the three of them together could even overpower her. "Yes, yes, of course," she said, fighting a smirk.

Stubble grabbed her roughly, kissing her. His breath tasted of beer and cigarettes -- unpleasant but bearable. "Take off the dress," he demanded.

She did as he requested, carefully draping her shift on the motorcycle. The gasps that followed made her smirk for real this time. She just couldn't help it.

They had likely never seen the sheer, thin Faery underwear she wore, nor the tiny bra that left little to the imagination. But she knew her curvy hips, her swollen, large breasts, and the deep Faery swirls etched in her skin mesmerized them.

She could feel the cool night air against her barely-clothed crotch, its lightness across her large nipples, and knew they were salivating as they stared at her. Who would not be mesmerized? She was beginning to get high on her own lust again.

"Looks like you want this," said Green Eyes. "All of it off. Now."

She shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, running her long-nailed fingers across her breasts, down her stomach, over her hairless pussy lips as she posed for them, no longer patient enough for the simpering, desperate hitchhiker act.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," drawled Cowboy. "Come 'ere."

She sauntered to the three of them as they surrounded her, and suddenly a mess of hands were on her hair, her tits, her ass -- everywhere -- just groping and slipping and pinching. At first she started to protest -- it wouldn't be worth keeping them alive if they were just going to assault her, after all -- but the sensations were pleasurable against her thick Faery skin. She moaned, allowing them to circle her clit with their dirty fingers, to squeeze her breasts with their rough hands.

Sara Jay is a freelance writer as well as an author for Changeling Press. Her book Nobody Rides for Free is available now. You can connect with Sara at her website, Facebook, and Twitter.