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.
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.
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