By
Lisabet Sarai
My
date here at Sweet N’ Sexy Divas is the 31st, which
means I don’t post every month. As it happens, today, the 31st
of May, happens to be the last Sunday of the month, which is the day
when I usually host my Charity Sunday event at my own blog Beyond
Romance.
Charity
Sunday is my modest attempt to share my blessings and bring a bit
more light into the world. For these events, I choose a worthwhile
organization to support, then pledge to make a donation for each
comment I receive on the post. My goals are to educate my readers a
bit, to get them involved and to give them a chance to do something
positive, however small.
I
also include an excerpt from one of my books, hoping to entertain as
well as edify!
Today
I’m supporting Doctors Without Borders, otherwise known as Médecins
Sans Frontières, one
of my favorite charitable organizations. They
need special help right now, because
they are on the
front lines dealing
with the Ebola epidemic in Central Africa. You
can read more over at Beyond Romance
(https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2026/05/charity-sunday-where-help-is-needed-msf.html).
For each comment you leave there, I’ll
donate two dollars to MSF.
The
same deal applies here. Leave a comment and I’ll make another
donation. You can double your impact for a very small additional
effort.
In
addition, I am giving away an ebook copy of The Master’s Mark
to one person comments, across this blog and Beyond Romance. Here’s
an excerpt, to entice you!
Excerpt
(Adult)
Silk
whispered across her skin as she rose to turn down the gas sconces,
then paused before the looking glass on the dressing table. She’d
lost some weight during her illness. The woman who returned her gaze
appeared willowy and fragile, almost ethereal. The lingerie draped
gracefully over her curves, aside from where her swollen nipples made
prominent peaks in the fine material. Her colour was high, almost as
if her fever had returned. Breath flowed fast and shallow through her
slightly parted lips.
There
was a soft knock. She started, then giggled. Was she, Gillian Smith
of the Toymakers Guild, really so nervous at the prospect of sex?
Barefoot,
she padded across the floor to open the door. Jeremiah and Rafe stood
side by side in the corridor. Rafe clutched one hand with the other
in front of his trousers, white knuckles testifying to his anxiety.
The Jamaican had his hands in his pockets, but his apprehensive
expression didn’t match his casual pose.
As
she recognised their tension, her own nervousness abated. The last
thing she wanted was to cause them distress. She summoned the warmest
smile she could manage.
“Good
evening, gentlemen. Please, come in.”
There
was an awkward moment in which each of the young men held back to
allow the other to enter. Finally, Gillian took hold of their hands
and drew them into her chamber. Rafe’s grip was icy; Jeremiah’s
palm was damp with sweat. The brief contacts jacked up her heartbeat
and sent blood rushing to her clit and nipples.
She
shut the door, then faced them. Rafe’s eyes grew wide as he took in
her state of dishabille. Jeremiah’s nostrils flared while his lips
pulled back from his teeth like a cat scenting its prey.
The
pale journeyman’s fists were clenched by his thighs, as if he were
afraid of what he might do. “Jill, you look – absolutely
beautiful!”
“Beyond
beautiful,” Jeremiah agreed, licking his full lips. “Exquisite.
Stunning.”
She
felt a blush warming her cheeks, though of course she’d hoped to
impress them. Obviously she’d succeeded. “Thank you. For your
compliments, and for joining me tonight.”
“Nothing
on earth could have kept me away,” said Rafe. “Have you any idea
how much I’ve missed you?”
“I’ve
some idea. I’ve missed you, too. Both of you.”
She
swept her eyes from one to the other and back. How was she going to
manage this? How could she share herself with these two men she cared
for so much, without one or the other feeling short-changed?
Far
less relaxed than she probably appeared, she stepped between them and
strolled across the room toward the bed. She felt heat of their gaze
on her bare shoulders and silk-clad backside. A few feet from the
bedstead, she turned. “As you have undoubtedly noticed, I’m not
wearing much. I suggest you also remove your clothes.”
The
two men looked at one another in consternation.
Remembering
the test of the artificial vagina, when both had bared their cocks,
she found their hesitance surprising. The context apparently made a
difference. In the lab, they’d been surrounded by a group of randy
Toymakers. Now they were being asked to expose their endowments to
her alone. Despite their apparent truce, the two men were likely
worried about her comparative evaluation. Neither one wanted to fall
short in her eyes.
She
tried to reassure them. “Come now! There’s no reason to be shy.”
Her sigh was deliberately exaggerated. “Unless, of course, you’re
so uncomfortable that you want to leave. Which I would find most
regrettable...”
“No,
no,” Jeremiah blurted out. “Don’t dismiss us, please!” He
shrugged off his waistcoat, tossed it onto a chair, then began
unbuttoning his shirt.
Catalysed
by his companion’s activity, Rafe followed suit. In minutes both
stood bare-chested before her. She drank in the glorious sight of
their semi-nakedness.
If
you’re interested in reading more, go to
https://www.lisabetsarai.com/mastersmarkbook.html
The
novel is available in audio form (the whole trilogy is) as well as in
ebook.
Leave
a comment to be entered in the giveaway and to trigger a donation. Be
sure to include enough information that I can locate you if you’re
my winner!
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