Lisabet Sarai is back with a new release Triad, three-way erotic romance, a boxed set.
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New Release!
Triad:
Three-way Erotic Romance
By Lisabet Sarai
Threesome/polyamory boxed set
Exclusive to Kindle Unlimited
Free on Kindle Unlimited!
A Word from Lisabet:
Love Chooses Us
Over the past few years, the reverse harem genre has become quite popular. I’m sure you’re familiar with the general theme: a woman becomes involved with multiple men and ends up in a polyamorous relationship with them all. Usually the men are linked by some prior connection. They may be brothers, or business partners, or fellow members of a Navy SEAL unit. Their preexisting fellowship helps to mitigate the jealousy or rivalry one might otherwise expect from a group of men focused on the same woman.
Reverse harem stories fulfill our fantasies of being cherished, pampered and pleasured by lovers with different physical attributes, styles and personalities, without being castigated as promiscuous or slutty. A hashtag/meme has become attached to reverse harem fiction: #WhyChoose?
It’s easy to understand the attraction of this notion. Traditional romance focuses on finding your soul mate. The heroine must recognize the single special person who’s right for her and to do whatever is necessary to ensure that they remain together. She’s expected to be faithful, forsaking all others, forever after.
Not much pressure, right? What if you make a mistake? What if it turns out that your beloved is perfect for you in some ways, but not in others?
“Why choose?” makes things a bit easier. Each of the lovers in your harem can satisfy different needs. One of your men might drive you crazy with some annoying habit, but you can always escape to the company of another. Although difficult to achieve in real life, the “why choose” world has definite appeal.
Triad, my latest release, collects a number of romance tales that feature three-way polyamorous relationships with a woman at the apex of the triangle. I wouldn’t label them as reverse harem, which usually involves a larger group of suitors, but my stories do share some characteristics with the genre.
They differ from the genre in an important way, though. None of the characters in these stories sets out with the intention of having a three-way relationship. My heroines aren’t faced with a decision, but rather, a fait accompli when they realize they need more than one lover to be complete.
I think this is a more realistic view of relationships. We don’t set out to choose the one—or the ones—we love. Awkward as it might seem, a triangle may be the only stable configuration for a relationship. Love chooses us. And sometimes we need courage to accept that choice.
Blurb:
Sometimes one
plus one equals three
Why should soul mate be singular?
Can one person really satisfy every need and desire?
Triad
is a compilation of erotic romance tales about threesomes – not fleeting,
lust-driven ménage a trois encounters but stable, loving relationships
that involve three people. A long-married couple’s ardor is rekindled when
another man seduces each of them in turn. A lonely, embittered vampire finds
redemption in the arms of his two young victims. A mistletoe kiss reawakens
passion between old friends, until Suzanne discovers Gino already has a life
partner. An alien pair offers love and immortality to the only survivor of a
interstellar disaster.
Steamy
and explicit, unapologetically romantic, Triad celebrates the joys of
three-way polyamory.
Excerpt from Once Upon a Blizzard:
Suzanne
had never seen stars so bright. The night sky was a black bowl above them,
studded with blazing jewels. The snow blanketing the yard gleamed with some
faint inner radiance. At the edges of the property, evergreens clustered in
deeper shadow like silent sentinels.
She
took a deep breath of the crystalline air, so cold and sharp it hurt her lungs.
The tiny hairs inside her nose stood on end. Her earlobes felt like icicles.
From the neck down, though, she was bathed in delicious warmth. The bizarre
contrast almost made her giggle.
Smooth,
hard muscle brushed her thigh. After a moment, roving fingers skittered across
her lap and burrowed into her pubic fur. A fiery bolt of lust struck her core.
“Gino!”
she scolded. “Behave!”
“Why
should I?” asked her lover, rubbing his body against hers under the surface of
the water. “Harry doesn’t mind. Do you?”
The
lanky blond on Gino’s other flank grinned. “Not at all. Long as you keep up
what you’re doing over here, that is.”
Harris
had untied his ponytail. His golden locks flowed over his shoulders, darkening
to sepia where wet. With his thin face and chiseled features, he looked like
some warrior ascetic, a knight on a quest for some sacred prize. Suzanne could
understand why Gino found him attractive. She wondered whether he really was
one-hundred percent gay.
Leaning
back against the redwood wall and closing her eyes, she allowed the peace of
the night to enfold her. Her limbs were heavy. Her heart felt as though it was
about to overflow.
The
growl of motors and a rattling of metal reached her ears. Gino’s solar-heated
hot tub was at the back of the house, away from the street. Still, the faint
noise shattered the intense quiet of the snow-smothered night.
“Plows,”
said Harris, cocking his head in the direction of the sound. “At last.” He
pointed to the cloudless sky. “Looks like they were wrong about more snow,
though.”
“We’ll
drive you over to Pelham early tomorrow morning,” Gino added. “Actually, the
highway department might have towed your car already. We’ll call first,
assuming we’ve got power. Anyway, don’t worry, you’re likely to be well on your
way back home by tomorrow afternoon.”
Home.
Suzanne didn’t want to think about California—her neat, modern, empty condo,
all the problems and decisions awaiting her at work, the bland weather and the
vacant sky.
“There’s
no rush,” she said finally. “I’m going to miss my Monday appointment anyway.
But thank you.” She squeezed Gino’s hand. “For everything.”
Now,
despite all that they had done together, she found she was shy. Steam drifted
up in pale swirls from the heated surface of the water. Underneath, she could
barely make out the shape of their naked limbs. “I’m going to miss you,” she
murmured finally. “Both of you.”
“You’ll
be back for Christmas, though, won’t you?” Gino’s eyes were shadowed but
Suzanne understood the yearning she’d see there, if there were more light.
“Maybe…”
she began. She imagined another holiday with her parents, pleasant but
predictable. They wouldn’t mind if she disappeared after the opening of the
presents. And suddenly she couldn’t bear the thought of not being with Gino
again, very soon. “Yes. I’ll be back. I promise.”
“Wonderful.”
Gino pulled her into a kiss that made her heart pound and her pussy tremble.
“You can stay over, you know,” he added when he finally released her. “You can
stay for as long as you want.”
“The
house has six bedrooms,” Harris commented. “Way more space than we need.”
“Yeah—even
with my office and Harry’s studio, there are two rooms we barely use.”
“We
do have broadband Internet, by the way. Even if we don’t have mobile service.”
“There’s
a local limo company that can get you to Logan in two hours. Harry uses it when
he has an exhibition in New York…”
“This
is freak weather,” Harris interrupted. “Most winters we don’t get much snow.”
“And
the summers here are glorious, green everywhere, bright sun and lingering
twilights, fresh sweet corn and luscious home-grown tomatoes…”
“I
know!” Suzanne couldn’t keep from laughing. “I grew up here, remember?”
“I
thought that maybe you’d forgotten,” said Gino, his voice soft.
“No,”
she replied, flush with a recollection of the loyal, clever tease he’d been in
school. “I remember very well.”
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 and a five-hundred
page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred
titles, and counting in nearly every sub-genre – paranormal, scifi, menage,
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.
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Hello, Tina,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for giving a shout-out to my latest release.
xxoo,
Lisabet