New
Release!
A Kinky Christmas Carol:
Gay BDSM Romance
by
Lisabet
Sarai
Gay, paranormal, holiday-themed BDSM
Romance
21,000 words
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and
Amazon
KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005878955
ASIN: B08QGYYBY4
Gay Holiday Romance, BDSM, Dominance, Submission, Bondage, Flogging, Paranormal, MM, Ghost
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The ghost
of Christmas Future…
Short Blurb
On Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom who claims to be his master from the future. Thorne knows all about Michael’s frustrated submissive desires. He shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they’ll share if he breaks up with his current partner Neil. Should Michael trust the ghost of Christmas future?
Note: This
book was previously published by Totally Bound with the title Tomorrow’s Gifts.
It has been revised and re-edited for this release.
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Online
Excerpt
https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2020/12/a-kinky-christmas-carol-newrelease.html
Excerpt:
I woke
with a start, not knowing why. Neil had rolled over; he lay on his side of the
bed with his back to me. All at once I
felt terribly alone.
Golden
light filtered up the hallway from the living room. I shook my head, trying to
clear the fog. Had we forgotten to turn off the Christmas tree? But no, I
remembered flipping the switch before we left for the party. Neil was always
concerned about the danger of fire.
What was
it then? Something out on the street in front of the building, an emergency
vehicle or something? Those lights would be red, wouldn’t they?
Trying not
to wake Neil, I crawled out of bed and tiptoed barefoot down the hall. The closer
I got to the living room, the brighter the light became.
The tree
was in fact lit, the multicolored bulbs twinkling in a spiral pattern. Someone
had kindled the candles on the mantle, as well. However, these were not the
source of the golden glow.
A young
man lay sprawled on the sofa – an exceptionally handsome man. His flawless skin
was bronzed as if he spent most of his time in the sun. His ragged,
honey-colored hair hung down over one eye. He had high cheekbones, a prominent
nose, ripe lips with a slightly cruel cast. Despite his fair hair, his eyebrows
were dark. They arched gracefully over
eyes that held me transfixed – brilliant, wise, all-seeing eyes.
The man
wore leather, so supple and tight that it showed every well-sculpted muscle of
his powerful body.
This
exotic stranger was emitting the strange illumination. The light surrounded him like a halo. When
he moved, it ebbed and flowed as though it were alive.
I must be
dreaming, I concluded. But who would
have believed that I could dream up such a gorgeous guy?
“Good
evening, Michael.” His voice was like
honey, too, sweet and smooth flowing. It made my mouth water. I realized that I
was naked and half-erect. I didn’t care. Wonder and arousal overwhelmed me.
“Um – good
evening… Who are you? How do you know my name?”
The
stranger swung his long legs off the couch and stood up. The light shimmered
around him. My eyes were drawn to the bulge at his groin.
“I’m your
lover.”
A stab of
guilt shredded my sense of well-being. “Uh – I have a lover. He’s asleep in the other room.”
“I’m your
future lover.”
“My future
lover?” I felt stupid, parroting him, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I’ve come
from the future, to give you a glimpse of your life with me. To help you
decide.”
This time
I knew what he meant. He was talking about leaving Neil. This was just a guilt dream, based on my
musings before I fell asleep.
“You’re
not real.”
“Of
course I’m real. Touch me.”
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.
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,
Pinterest,
and Twitter. Join her VIP email list
here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh
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