My good friend and fellow pervert, Lisabet Sarai’s latest book in the Vegas Babes Series, Sin City Sweethearts is now available at your favorite outlet.
“Welcome to Las Vegas
Leave your inhibitions at the city limits.”
As my readers know, I’m noted for the ability to stuff hot explicit sex scenes on every page. Well, if that’s not good enough for you, Sin City Sweethearts is anything but sweet. This 52,000-word novel manages to insert (pun intended) hot explicit sex scenes onto every page. I think her pages are even more stuck together than mine!
Most serious porn stories are written by men with women doing romantic erotica literature. Lisabet has broken that barrier into pieces and has written a story that makes me proud to say I know her.
Checking Amazon’s bestseller list, I see that only three days after publication, Sin City Sweethearts is #210 in Erotica > Lesbian and is ranked 86,000 in the Kindle paid store.
To break 100,000 in the Kindle store, plus 210 in Lesbian erotica is smoking hot, which is exactly what the story is “smoking hot!”
This is not your mother’s porn but stuff that will make that guy in the park, wearing a raincoat, and sitting on a park bench with a bag of candy blush!
Now that I’ve got you interested, next is the blurb which will give you an idea of what the story’s all about. Then for the more adventurous readers of smut, there is an X-rated excerpt at the tail end of this post.
Like many newlyweds, Annie and Ted work hard, economize, live in a too-small apartment, and make passionate love whenever possible. They’re just a bit more open-minded and inclusive about sex than most couples—they met at The Fox’s Den strip club and bonded during an orgy. They’re delighted when fraternal twins Marcella and Madeleine McNabb move into the apartment downstairs. The innocent eighteen-year-old beauties have come to Las Vegas for university and to escape their overprotective family. Annie and Ted figure it’s practically their duty to educate the sisters about the real Sin City.
Marcie and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, with voracious carnal appetites. Before long they’re intimately involved not only with their upstairs neighbors, but also their hippie landlord and landlady, Maddy’s hunky coach, Marcie’s dominant department head, a handful of their classmates, a bevy of strippers from the Den and the infamous Foxy and Larry themselves. Then the four McNabb brothers come to town, threatening to drag the twins back to Ely, and things get truly wild.
Kinky Literature – https://kinkyliterature.com/book/5123-sin-city-sweethearts-vegas-babes-book-3/
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MQVSWCH
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07MQVSWCH
Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/917885
Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sin-city-sweethearts-lisabet-sarai/1130204032?ean=2940155941880
Kobo – Coming soon!
Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43594528-sin-city-sweethearts
X-rated Excerpt – Filthy!
“So,” said Maddy in a languid voice. Her tongue circled her mouth, gathering remnants of DeFazio’s jizz. She looked from Ted to Joel and back. “Which one of you wants to be next?”
“Madeleine, you can’t—” her coach began.
“Hush,” she interrupted. “I’ll listen to you when you tell me how to improve my performance, but you can’t tell me who to fuck. Don’t pretend you didn’t have your eye on me.”
“Maddy—” DeFazio sounded desperate.
“Well, I had my eye on you too. I told Ted. Didn’t I, Mr. Thomas?”
Without waiting for an answer, she fell to her hands and knees and crawled over to Ted’s feet. “Let me help you with that,” she said, grinning up at him before licking his rampant dick from base to tip in one long, hot sweep of her tongue. Then she swallowed him whole.
Ted moaned, pleasure flashing through him like lightning. Her mouth was warm, juicy, soft and hard simultaneously, lips, tongue, and teeth all working together to kindle incredible sensations. Her nose burrowed into his pubes. Her throat muscles worked around his cockhead, massaging and caressing. She turned up the suction until it was nearly unbearable, then backed off to let him breathe, before sliding her slick lips along his shaft to take him deeper than he would have believed possible. Each of her moves felt better than the one before. In less than sixty seconds, he was close to coming.
Where’d this girl learn how to give head? Hadn’t she been a virgin, or nearly, just a few weeks ago?
Hands on her bare shoulders, he held on for dear life as she devoured him. Her sweat-moist skin felt unbelievably smooth. Her taut muscles moved underneath, as coordinated and strong as she’d been out on the field. She grazed his length with her teeth, swirled her tongue around his girth, sucked until he felt like the vacuum would literally pull the cum up his stalk. His balls tensed and tightened, ready to explode.
“God, Maddy,” he groaned through gritty teeth. “I’m going to—”
He didn’t get a chance to finish. Violent pleasure rocked his body. Cum shot out from his dick like fire from a rocket, straight down her throat. He felt her swallow, then ease back so the next spurt filled her mouth. She swished the jizz around, savoring the taste like some connoisseur, then drank it down just in time for the next surge.
Ted’s cock continued to spout, each burst accompanied by a new flare of bliss. Finally, he pulled out, thinking to give her battered mouth a rest, only to have one last blast of cum emerge from his slit to paint squiggles of white on Maddy’s dusky cheeks. She leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on the wet tip of his cock, then used her forefinger to scrape the cum off her face.
“Yum,” she said, licking her fingers with obvious gusto. “I love the way you taste.”
Ted sank down onto one end of the bench, his softening dick hanging out of his jeans. How did that happen? he wondered, still bleary from residual pleasure.
Meanwhile, the lithe wench turned to Joel. “You’re next, Mr. Standish. Why don’t you lie down? My knees are a bit sore.”
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, sci-fi, 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 and finally, on Twitter.
Wow! Thanks for the plug, Larry!
Actually, I rarely look at my sales numbers. But now I’m going to go take a peek.
Those are really good numbers and I hope you continue to do well. It’s a great story and deserves to stay at those ranks.