Lisabet Sarai is here to tell us about The Slut Does Vegas, Vegas Babes Book 6, bisexual MILF Erotica with a happy ending.
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New Release!
The
Slut Does Vegas:
Vegas
Babes Book 6
Bisexual MILF Erotica, Happy Ending
By Lisabet Sarai
Blurb:
In a city renowned for being risqué, she’s setting new standards for sin
“All I ask, Lauren, is that you not embarrass me.”
When sexually emancipated MILF Lauren Gordon accompanies her husband to a convention in Las Vegas, she’s hoping for some R&R—ideally of the carnal variety. But Elliott’s running for president of NADA—the National Association of Divorce Lawyers—and he’s worried that his wife’s free-wheeling ways will undermine his chances. Reining in her frustration, Lauren promises to avoid any erotic interactions with conference attendees or hotel staff.
Fortunately she meets Annie O’Reilly, a redheaded Vegas native with luscious curves and few if any inhibitions. With Annie as her companion, Lauren becomes intimately acquainted with some outrageously wanton denizens of Sin City. Then her husband unfairly accuses her of breaking her promise and Lauren decides it’s time to go for broke.
Bringing together characters from Lisabet’s
Vegas Babes and The Slut series, The Slut Does Vegas
delivers heat, humor and a surprisingly happy ending.
Excerpt:
“All I ask, Lauren, is that you not
embarrass me.”
Her husband’s unexpected utterance grabbed
Lauren’s attention. She’d been ogling the cute waiter who was circulating from
table to table, topping up coffees. A few years older than her son Josh, the
guy had a hundred-watt smile and a luscious butt.
“What?” People at nearby tables gave her
strange looks. “What do you mean, Elliott?” she continued, reducing her volume.
“Embarrass you in what way?”
“You know… with any of your extracurricular
activities.” Elliott’s mouth pursed as though he’d eaten something sour. “It
would look really bad if you got…” He lowered his voice to a near-whisper.
“Um…involved with anyone from the conference.”
She glanced around the hotel restaurant at
the other people finishing their breakfasts. You could tell which ones were the
lawyers. They wore expensive suits and expressions of self-importance. “I doubt
I’d be interested in any of the conference attendees,” she commented dryly.
“The hotel staff wouldn’t be much better.”
Maybe he’d noticed the attention she’d been giving the server. “If anyone here
finds out about our – arrangement, it could kill my chances for the Association
presidency.”
“You really want to be president of the
National Association of Divorce Attorneys?” She chuckled despite herself. Who’d
be oblivious enough to name their organization NADA?
“It’s really important for my career,” he
insisted, wiping his mouth and pushing his plate away. “And it means a lot to
me personally. Plus the connections could bring in a lot more business.”
“I understand that you’d like the
recognition, hon. And I know you deserve it.” She rested her hand on his for a
moment. “But from what I can see, you’re already swamped with work.” She downed
the last swallow of her grapefruit juice, then licked her lips. “That’s one of
the reasons for my ‘extracurricular activities’, as you so delicately put it.
Let’s face it, you don’t have the time to keep me satisfied.”
Her husband slumped in his chair, as if
she’d punched him in the gut. “I know I haven’t been giving you the attention
you deserve, baby,” he said softly. “And I’m okay with you getting what you
need elsewhere, as we’ve agreed. But I need you to be discreet.”
“Do you think I’m so blatant about wanting
sex?”
“Well, just look at the way you’re dressed,
for starters.”
“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”
She’d thrown on some casual clothes to join him for breakfast: a dungaree skirt
that reached to mid-thigh and a striped tee shirt. True, the denim hugged her
curves and the scooped neckline showed off her generous cleavage, but that
would be true of almost anything she wore.
“You look – well, you look a bit slutty.”
Lauren burst into laughter. “Hon, this is
Las Vegas, Sin City, where even the nuns dress like hookers. Nobody is going to
think this outfit is slutty.”
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 – over 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.
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more
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stories
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