Here is a preview of the titles coming out the week of June 6th.
Cosette LeMaire has always dealt with the awkwardness of being a bit more adventurous than her friends and acquaintances. She thinks it has a lot to do with her flower children grandparents and her parents, who also remained holdover hippies. Growing up in a household where free love was the norm gave her a perspective on sexuality different than most, and now she puts that perspective to wonderful use writing incredibly sexy erotica stories where sexuality is something to be celebrated instead of hidden. From sweet to rough, from solo to group, and from straight to bi; Cosette doesn’t have much that crosses her boundaries. As far as we’re concerned, her exploration should go on forever as long as she keeps producing her wonderful fiction. She lives in the Rocky Mountains in a polyamorous relationship with an older couple. She says the mountain air invigorates her and even though we’re not sure if that’s the reason, there’s no question at all that her stories are invigorating!
Emilie Lefebvre writes about rough sex. She tries to write sweet stories but they always end up with a rough and reluctant edge, and she’s pretty sure it has to do with growing up in a military family that moved every three or four years. More accurately, she’s pretty sure constant exposure to rough and tumble men during her formative years killed a great deal of her desire for romance and replaced it with an overpowering need for intensity and powerful experiences. She’s a bit of daredevil and has tried skydiving, paragliding, speedboat racing, and storm chasing. To me, she says, Sex is best when it’s out of control and a girl can lose herself in everything that’s happening. Just a few paragraphs in to any of her stories makes that aspect of her personality clear. She lives in Southern California on a famous beach, and if you happen to frequent that region, you might just have seen her wearing next to nothing and carrying her surf board.
Anastasie Moreau isn’t going to like it if you make comments about secret islands and doctors who create fantastic creatures from everyday animals. She’s particularly going to dislike you if you don’t get that literary reference, though. As long as she can remember, she wanted to be a writer and growing up in Louisiana gave her a lush and atmospheric kind of sensuality that fills her erotic writing, making her descriptive use of language exciting and provocative. She still lives in Louisiana, where she spends her days eating crawfish, gumbo, and beignets and drinking red wine. You might see her if you travel to New Orleans for Mardi Gras but she won’t be the one lifting her shirt for beads. She’ll be the one who writes a description of your breasts in her next story.
Amelie Jacques spent the first nine years of her life in southern France, the daughter of a French cook and a U.S. diplomat. She arrived in the United States just in time for sixth grade and found herself attracted to writing immediately. As she grew, however, she found her writing tended toward mature subjects and themes and by the time she got to college her stories and novels all came with an erotic edge. While she primarily focuses on erotic thrillers usually set at the turn of the 20th Century, there’s nothing she loves more than writing intense and sexy fantasies in short story format. With characters drawn with just as many fine strokes as bold, she strikes a perfect balance between believability and raw fantasy. She lives with her two dogs, Mist and Rain on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Eléonore Dupuis didn’t get into erotica writing the way you might expect. Her talent for writing became clear in high school and before long she wrote some fantasies. In college, her roommate found one of them and, impressed, convinced her to write a fantasy for her. Before long, Eléonore had a bit of a business going writing custom erotic tales for students and non-students alike. It helped pay for books and Ramon Noodles and once she graduated she decided to keep it up. Her stories are always fun and usually involve unexpected situations where her characters are thrust (pun intended) into sex without really planning for it. That ends up fine by them, though, and even though their boundaries might be stretched (again, pun intended) the results are always sexy as hell. She remained in her Midwest college town after getting her degree in engineering and when she’s not working on designs for pistons and rods (another pun because we just can’t help ourselves) she’s at her laptop typing up the next sexy adventure.
Holly Parker is still in college. She’s working on her master’s degree and according to her, It would be a whole lot easier if I didn’t like to party so much. Lucky for us, her tendency to party (by party, we mean engage in a great deal of sex) inspires her to break free of her broke college girl confines by writing very sexy stories. Are some of them based on her real experiences? We’ll never tell. She will, though. Well, I embellish them, Holly says, but almost every story I write is rooted in a real event, a real and usually epic sexual adventure I got to experience. As far as we’re concerned, we’d like he to keep experiencing as much as she can so we can live vicariously through her! She’s twenty-three years old and already has those of us at Nothing But Erotica Books jealous of her experience. She lives in a dorm apartment on campus in the a small town in the rural MidWest.
Below is a special excerpt from Our Threesome with Anna (Tying Up the Younger Woman) by Cosette LeMaire.
Please note that this ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual acts during an FFM ménage a trois. It includes older man/younger woman, bondage, first lesbian sex, rough sex, semen swallowing, and other explicit content. You should not read this story if such things offend you. You should not download this story if doing so would be illegal in your location.
Can we tie you up for a moment with a preview?
She lifted herself up so she was kneeling, her ass resting on her heels. “Please!” She said. “I’ll do anything. Anything!” Thankfully, my husband was aroused. He was wearing slacks and they did nothing to hide his arousal. She looked at him and then looked at me and then said, “Okay, I’ll do that.” She reached out and put her hand over his crotch and my husband involuntarily moaned.
I looked at him and he looked like a man might look falling from a twenty story building. We’d discussed threesomes years before. It was kind of an early marriage, college fantasy kind of thing. I tried to appear like I was filled with disbelief. He grabbed her hand and pushed it away and I said, “Wow. We haven’t talked about this stuff since back in Berkeley.” Then I shrugged. “Okay. Actually, that might be fun and it’ll teach Anna a lesson.” I grabbed her hand and brought it back to my husband’s crotch and he looked surprised as hell but also like he’d won the jackpot.
“Okay,” Anna said. “If that’s what Danny wants.”
I turned to my husband. His eyes were half-closed as she rubbed through his slacks. “That’s what you were saying, right Babe?” Of course, he hadn’t said a fucking thing.
It didn’t matter. He was a guy and he had permission to fuck a younger girl with his wife. “Well,” he said. “I mean, if you think it will teach her a lesson.”
I smiled and said. “Let’s teach her a lesson, baby.”
He nodded and said, “I’ll be right back,” and rushed away.
I smiled at Anna and she winked at me. “He’s probably going put his wallet and his phone on the nightstand. He’s OCD about that. He’d be terrified it would be lost in the shuffle otherwise,” I whispered.
“Are all men this easy?” she asked.
I smiled and nodded. I heard Danny walking down the stairs, though, and I made my face grow stern again. Then, I gasped when I saw what he had in his hands. He held two leather belts, his brown one and his black one. Anna looked terrified and I said, “Honey! I don’t want to spank Anna. That’s not what I meant by teaching her a lesson.”
He looked like he didn’t understand and then looked at the belts and then he shook his head. “No. These are for tying her up, not spanking her.”
Below is a special excerpt from Our Threesome with Anna (Tying Up the Younger Woman) by Cosette LeMaire.
Please note that this ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual acts during an FFM ménage a trois. It includes older man/younger woman, bondage, first lesbian sex, rough sex, semen swallowing, and other explicit content. You should not read this story if such things offend you. You should not download this story if doing so would be illegal in your location.
Can we tie you up for a moment with a preview?
She lifted herself up so she was kneeling, her ass resting on her heels. “Please!” She said. “I’ll do anything. Anything!” Thankfully, my husband was aroused. He was wearing slacks and they did nothing to hide his arousal. She looked at him and then looked at me and then said, “Okay, I’ll do that.” She reached out and put her hand over his crotch and my husband involuntarily moaned.
I looked at him and he looked like a man might look falling from a twenty story building. We’d discussed threesomes years before. It was kind of an early marriage, college fantasy kind of thing. I tried to appear like I was filled with disbelief. He grabbed her hand and pushed it away and I said, “Wow. We haven’t talked about this stuff since back in Berkeley.” Then I shrugged. “Okay. Actually, that might be fun and it’ll teach Anna a lesson.” I grabbed her hand and brought it back to my husband’s crotch and he looked surprised as hell but also like he’d won the jackpot.
“Okay,” Anna said. “If that’s what Danny wants.”
I turned to my husband. His eyes were half-closed as she rubbed through his slacks. “That’s what you were saying, right Babe?” Of course, he hadn’t said a fucking thing.
It didn’t matter. He was a guy and he had permission to fuck a younger girl with his wife. “Well,” he said. “I mean, if you think it will teach her a lesson.”
I smiled and said. “Let’s teach her a lesson, baby.”
He nodded and said, “I’ll be right back,” and rushed away.
I smiled at Anna and she winked at me. “He’s probably going put his wallet and his phone on the nightstand. He’s OCD about that. He’d be terrified it would be lost in the shuffle otherwise,” I whispered.
“Are all men this easy?” she asked.
I smiled and nodded. I heard Danny walking down the stairs, though, and I made my face grow stern again. Then, I gasped when I saw what he had in his hands. He held two leather belts, his brown one and his black one. Anna looked terrified and I said, “Honey! I don’t want to spank Anna. That’s not what I meant by teaching her a lesson.”
He looked like he didn’t understand and then looked at the belts and then he shook his head. “No. These are for tying her up, not spanking her.”