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Tuesday, 25 September 2012

TRR GLBT Madness Hop - Giveaways!

Hello and thank you for visiting my blog during this mad mad blog-hop! As you probably know, this will last 4 days, from September 27, 12:00am EST to September 30, 11:59pm EST. So you have all the time to hop around and take a sneak-peek into a sizeable GLBT library!
Right here, I would like to showcase my debut novel, Black Carnival, which was published last december with Evernight Publishing. It is a full blown erotic novel which invariably gets the highest heat rating in any scale. I began writing Black Carnival as a short story years ago, because I didn't seem able to find any erotica to my taste. My reaction to any such impasse is "make my own", so I started typing, putting in it all the things I love, Venice, masks, mystery, tenderness, decadent, flamboyant, beauty, and lots of juicy GLBT smut. In the course of all this I became so attached to my characters that the story branched out, forward and backwards, into a sequel (White Sands), and various short stories (including Head Shy, both of these also published with Evernight).
You can read an excerpt from the book here, or download a free sample from Amazon.
Leave a comment below for a chance to win a PDF copy!


The city of Venice has been rebuilt on the far planet of Cydonia. Despite the uneasy presence of the mysterious, only part-human Sand Riders who roam the Cydonian deserts, The Black Carnival has become a celebration of beauty and lust known all over the Galaxy.

Ivory Blake, a young artist from the conservative Central Planets, is thrown in the middle of the festivities to illustrate a new book about the Black Carnival. As a guest of the glamorous art collector Lukan Løvensgård, her professional assignment quickly turns into a highly emotional exploration of sensuality in all its most varied aspects, from BDSM to romantic love, passing through obsession, fear, jealousy and passionate, tender complicity.

Be Warned: menage sex (m/f/f), orgies, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, m/m sex, f/f sex, transexualism, BDSM.

He laughed and lifted a hand to caress my chin. He brushed a strand of hair back, tucking it behind my ear, and then he put down his glass, brought both his hands behind my head and undid the lacing of my mask. I didn't say a thing. As the mask was taken from my face, I felt more naked than I had ever felt since coming to NeuVenedig, and yet I felt no uneasiness at all. If anything, I began to unwind and took a deep liberating breath. I smiled at Laz'law and shyly, lightly caressed the tiny scales on his cheekbones, the rougher, thicker scales on his eyebrows, the beautiful strange mask that could never be taken off.
"Lovely," said he and I at the same time, and we laughed.
"So beautiful," we said again absurdly, improbably, in unison.
It was uncanny. It was fantastic.
He grinned widely. I am sure that he had quite some practice at being adored. I was not used to be called beautiful; men in the Central Planets were too correct and formal, or, perhaps, just plain shy, for such wildly romantic statements. I had been called pretty, cute, sweet and even hot, but never beautiful. Obviously, I blushed.
Lune put two fingers around my chin to turn my face to him. He looked at me tenderly and softly kissed my temples, my eyebrows, my cheekbones, all those places that he had never seen before. I closed my eyes, smiling a small beatific smile as I went more or less limp in his arms. I heard them both laughing, but I didn't open my eyes.
Laz'law took the almost empty glass from my hand; I heard him getting up and walk off towards the bar, but by then Lune was kissing my mouth in intense, hot, tongue-and-teeth kisses, and I was quite distracted. I felt Laz'law sitting back on the sofa and lifting my skirt up. He took off my tall, soft suede boots and began caressing my knees, just under the edge of the skirt, then further up, running a flat warm palm along my legs. When his hand reached the naked skin of my thighs I shuddered with pleasure and finally broke the kiss, opening my eyes to look at him.
He smiled at me, and kept caressing me in flat even caresses as if savoring the smoothness of the silk stockings and of my skin. Lune looked at him with a curiously affectionate smile, and then he said to me, "Come here."
He pulled me to sit in his lap, and began kissing me again, running his searching lips on my mouth, my throat, my neck. I sighed, my head thrown back, quite abandoned in his arms, when I felt Laz'law standing up behind me. His warm hands began to massage my naked shoulders, as if to ease my nerves. I didn’t think I needed any easing, but his warm fingers seemed to unravel my back as if it had been knotted. I bent my head forward to invite his hands higher. He obliged; his palms rubbed warmly along my neck, crawled in circles on my skull, loosening my hair, then descended again. He caressed my tightly corseted breasts and sides. Then he lifted my hair out of the way and started kissing the nape of my neck and my spine, between my shoulder blades.
I was melting like chocolate.
I pressed my face in the curve of Lune’s throat, opening my lips to taste his skin. Laz’law kneeled on the carpet behind me, lifted the skirt up around my waist, and went on kissing his way down my back as his hands caressed my legs and then my buttocks. His breath puffed warm through the crisscrossing lacing of my corset, making me shiver in anticipation.
I think I could have gone on like that forever, but after a while Lune sat up and moved further back on the deep sofa.
“Turn,” he whispered, pushing and pulling me around until I turned in his lap and sat facing Laz’law, who smiled, running his hands lightly along the inside of my legs.
I relaxed against Lune’s body, my back on his chest. I parted my legs a bit, feeling wonderfully exposed, slutty and happy. Lune lowered the zipper of my corset and, as my breasts spilled out of their almost painful confinement, I sighed and put my arms up around his neck, turning his face down to mine, silently begging him to kiss me again.
He was more than willing to comply, and kissed me deeply, hotly, his lips covering mine entirely, his tongue lashing down my throat, circling in my mouth, searching and teasing, pinning my head irresistibly against his shoulder. He kissed in fierce, carnivorous kisses, in surprising, delightful contrast with the quiet courtesy of his manner and the sweetness of his smile.
One of his hands had taken hold of my left breast, and he was squeezing my nipple, softly at first and then harder, rolling the tender skin between his strong fingers until it almost hurt. He smoothly pushed his knees between mine, and spread my legs wide with his, opening me to Laz’law’s kisses. My breath was quick and shallow in his mouth.
I could feel Laz'law's rough, scaly, metal studded brows brushing on the skin of my thighs, his warm mouth open on the almost transparent lace of my panties. His tongue was even warmer, and he ran it flatly on the damp lace a few times before untying the two twin bows that tied the panties around my hips. When my sex was naked and open before him, I pushed it upward towards his face, with a tiny pleading moan. When he stooped forward, I began rocking against his rough chin; he laughed softly and started lapping me in brief quick laps, retreating out of my reach after each lap, until I strained and arched my back for more.
"What a hot little thing she is, indeed," he said, and Lune broke the kiss again to nod and laugh.
“Told you,” he said.
They both stared at me, and I suddenly felt somewhat self-conscious at the thought that they had been talking about me, although it was quite natural, I guess. I sat up a bit straighter, closing my legs somewhat. Laz'law smiled up at me, caressing my thighs, murmuring something unintelligible but soothing while kissing my knees apart again, but in that moment I felt Lune's hands gently pushing me off his lap. I stood up and he carefully unbuttoned my skirt, which slid down my hips with a silky rustle. I kicked it off, and Laz'law, still fully dressed, still on his knees on the carpet, pulled me toward him and pressed his mouth hard on my sex.
That is when the last of my shyness went overboard.


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Monday, 24 September 2012

Guest post and Giveaway - Adonis Devereux - A Lotus for the Regent

It's always a delight to have Adonis Devereux at the Wyvern's Lair. Their books combine great writing and the highest fantasy with *fan-yourself-oh-my-oh-dear* erotic scenes, and are just some of the most amazing Romance you will ever read!


Thank you for having us today! We're thrilled to share with you and all your readers our sixth novel from Evernight Publishing. This book, A Lotus for the Regent, is the second book in our Lotus Trilogy, stories about influential courtesans and their political and amorous entanglements with powerful men from neighboring kingdoms.We would like to give away a free copy of A Lotus for the Regent to one lucky commenter, so let us know below what you think of the teaser!
One more thing: if you haven't read book one,
The Soldier's Lotus, yet, don't worry! It's only 99 cents at Amazon now for a limited time (I hope it's still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!

The Lotus Trilogy, 2

Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.
Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence.


So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.

Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”

Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”

The slave hurried into the room.

           “Let it be written,” Kamen said.
Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.

Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your family name?”

Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”

Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.

Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.

          “Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.
Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”

Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.

Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.

            “I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.

            “Don't think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”

Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.

Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.

Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.

          “What's wrong?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.

          “Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.
Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.

          “What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.
Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.

But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa's.

Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”

Ajalira nodded vigorously.

           “Not yet.”

            Ajalira whimpered again.

           “Yours is the last pussy I'll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.



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Sunday, 9 September 2012

Elfin Night - the new story

The Dragonfly  - K. Wyvern 2012

After a strange flickering start, inspired, despaired, inspired again, my new story Elfin Night (sic) has suddenly taken on some power and is clamouring to be written, in a very different shape from what it seemed originally.
Imagine Black Carnival meeting the Garden of a Thousand Nightingales, and you won't be far from the mark.
It is a triple concentrate of all the fairytales and myths I love, plus a goodly dose of pure unadulterated smut, all dressed in glittering darkness.
Let's hope that the inspiration holds, that the muse smiles, that life doesn't get in the ways ...
The picture is not really part of the story, but it shares the atmosphere.

Friday, 7 September 2012

El Precio - Guest post and Giveaway with Jean Maxwell

"Suffering from a deplorable excess of creativity, she recently indulged her urge to write that had been simmering since sixth grade, resulting in her first romantic suspense novel, El Mirador." Sounds familiar? It certainly sounds familiar to me!
After El Mirador, Jane Maxwell is back with El Precio.
Leave a comment below for a chance to win a free copy!

Following your passions, whether in your past, present or future, comes at a price.

 Happily in love with engineer David Parker, and pursuing her new career as CEO of Flynn Enterprises in sunny Spain, architect Zara Flynn’s idyllic world is shaken to the core with a single text message. She must return home to Montreal to deal with an apartment break-in and the theft of her car. At the same time, her heart is put on the line by a woman from Dave’s past who claims to be pregnant with his child.

 Her mind reeling, she flees to Montreal to do damage control on her property, landing in the arms of an old flame who spares no expense in trying to win her back. Exhausted and vulnerable, she is charmed by his attention, but can he be trusted?
Zara is torn between two worlds, when the most devastating news of all is revealed. Can she make things right with Dave, or has she already lost him to another woman?

“Welcome back, Lightning Girl,” he said with a dimpled smile, his voice low and raw with emotion. He took her hands in his. She thought her knees might give out as she recognized the undisguised need in his gaze. She swallowed hard and clasped his hands to her chest.

“Hey, Thunder Boy,” she said, embarrassed at the squeaky, Debra Winger-ish voice ensuing from her lips.

“May I escort you to your office?” he asked, casting a sidelong glance at the small crowd surrounding Mrs. Flynn.

Zara nodded weakly, feeling incapable of uttering another word. Dave’s arm slipped around her shoulders and guided her away from the action and down the long hall.

At last, they reached the cool solitude of the CEO’s office, Dave closing the door behind them. They didn’t get much farther. He spun her around and braced her against the heavy oak paneling, trapping her between him and the door.

“My God, I missed you,” he said, his mouth seeking hers insistently. She barely heard his words above the pounding of her own heart. Her lips trembled as they met his in a searing, all-consuming kiss. If he’d not been holding her so tight, she’d have melted to the floor in a pool of desire. She pulled her hands free and dove them into his tousled locks, dragging her fingers through the soft, collar-length waves of light brown hair.

When they broke their kiss, neither of them breathed lightly. A kiss wasn’t nearly enough to quell the urges seething within. Dave leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed.

“This is completely unprofessional and inappropriate,” he whispered.

“I agree,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “What on earth were you thinking, Mr. Parker?”

“Ha.” He smiled his signature half-smile as he continued to hyperventilate. “I was thinking, a demonstration might make things more clear, Miss Flynn.” He swallowed and brought his respiration rate down to a manageable level. “With your permission?”

“By all means, you have my complete attention, sir.”

He pushed away from the door, pulling her with him. He dragged one of the hard-backed visitor chairs over and jammed it up against the doorknob. Walking backwards, he towed her across the room to the oversized drafting table between two massive bookcases. He lifted her to sit on the vinyl-topped surface, wedging his body between her knees. His hands framed her face while he kissed her, hard.

Without conscious thought, Zara’s fingers went to his belt, flipping the buckle open and sliding it through the jean loops and onto the floor. She undid the metal button and worked the zipper down in a few tugs. He caught up strands of her hair and massaged them against her cheeks as he deepened his kiss, letting her continue undressing him. She separated the buttons on his soft denim shirt, slipping her hands inside to stroke his muscled chest. Her fingertips found his taut nipples and lingered there, tickling and touching.

He wrenched the rest of the shirt off then set to work on the front buttons of her sweater, stripping her down to her lacy black bra. His mouth moved to her chest, licking and kissing the mounds of her breasts as he pushed up the hem of her skirt.

With her hormones raging, Zara felt like she might leave a puddle on the tabletop if she didn’t get his dick inside her in the next ten seconds. She grasped at the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down past his hips, releasing his swollen member from its bounds. He pulled her roughly to the edge of the table, lifting her enough to free her skirt from around her bum. Her thin panties were no match for Dave’s insistent fingers. Not much material to them in any case, they shredded easily in his hands. He slung one arm under her knee and lifted it to his ribs, creating enough clearance to plunge his throbbing penis into her.

Zara sucked in air at the sudden, aggressive entry, surprised at how much the rough play excited her. Her arms went tight around his back, her fingernails digging into his skin, clinging to him like a cat on a scratching post. She relished the pounding rhythm of his cock driving into her. Holy Mother, was this how it would always be between them if they were apart for more than a few days? God, she hoped so.

She took all of what he had to give her, mindless of the blueprints and mechanical pencils scattering to the floor from the rocking tabletop. Without the benefit of much foreplay, Zara still felt the rising tide of orgasm flow toward her center as she matched his thrusts.

It usually didn’t work that way for her, the tender tissues between her legs typically requiring a bit more encouragement and…finesse, but…right now…felt good. Jesus, this was her workplace! At least twenty people stood not five meters outside the door. This is crazy!

A burning flush rose up her chest, her breasts tingling and tightening, while her inner thighs quivered on the threshold of surrender. The very idea of making it on an office desk, and that they might be discovered at any moment, brought an unexpected thrill. This is beyond crazy…this is unconscionable…this is…oh, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

She tumbled into orgasm, and so did he. As Dave was about to let out a satisfactory moan, Zara covered his mouth in a smothering kiss to prevent any telltale noise from exiting the room. His free hand cupped the back of her head. She listened to the sound of his breathing and the soft grunts trapped in his throat as he buried himself in her kiss.

Their lips parted, and he nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe before speaking in a painful whisper. “I’m sorry…if I rushed you. Did I hurt you? I never want to hurt you. I can do better.”

She kissed his cheek. “If you were hurting me, I sure as hell like being hurt,” she replied. “And if you did any better, I’d have to fire you. For being so unprofessional. But your, demonstration, was certainly convincing. Remind me to have you make business presentations more often.”
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Tuesday, 4 September 2012

A picture

"Blue Morpho" - Katherine Wyvern 2012
Still feeling very much lost in Elfland.