Monday, June 4, 2018

Guest @LisabetSarai shares The Witches of Gloucester


Welcome Lisabet Sarai!

Its not about power. Its about love.

The Witches of Gloucester by Lisabet Sarai

The historic port of Gloucester, Massachusetts has a special charm, due at least in part to its resident witches. For decades, raven-maned Marguerite and red-headed Beryl have lived among its hard-working inhabitants, making magic and mischief. Love and sex fuel their supernatural abilities, but duality limits their power. To reach their full potential, they need a third witch to complete their circle.

Rejected as a nymphomaniac by her puritanical boyfriend, Emmeline escapes to Gloucester to work on her PhD thesis. From the moment she arrives, Marguerite and Beryl sense her erotic vitality and unrecognized paranormal talent. The platinum-haired beauty may well be the enchantress they have been awaiting for so long. Now they need to show Em that her prodigious libido is a gift, not a liability, and to persuade her that her destiny lies in the sea-girt town they guard, and in their arms.

SPECIAL BONUS: Also includes "Late Show", a contemporary FF erotic romance tale about second chances.

19,000 words
Genre: Lesbian paranormal erotic romance (FFF)
Heat level: Explicit (5 flames)

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Excerpt

Will she come, do you think?Marguerite gestured toward the 1930s brass Commodore clock on the mantel, which read ten minutes past four.She looked so nervous yesterdayas if she thought wed eat her alive.

Well, actually, when you put it that way...Beryl allowed herself a lecherous chuckle.

Her companion gave her an exasperated grin.This is not a joke. You know as well as I what is at stake.

Dont worry, Mar. Shell be here, though she may have to wrestle a few doubts into submission first. She feels the pull, just as we do, even if she doesnt understand it.

Well, I do hope she arrives soon.Marguerite surveyed the elegant table shed set. She picked up a Blue Willow porcelain teacup and wiped away an imaginary smudge.The icing on the petit fours is melting.

As if in answer, chimes tinkled at the front of the house and a hint of fresh air slipped in the open door, bringing the ubiquitous tang of salt. From his corner cage, Marguerites mynah, Jonah, exactly mimicked the sound of the doorbell. Beryl jumped to her feet.Ill go show her to the parlor.

No, nolet Gloria do that. We dont want to spook her with excess enthusiasm. Settle down and compose yourself. Remember, youre a member of the LadiesWelcome Brigade. Refined. Polite. Proper.

Proper?Beryl grinned....

About Lisabet Sarai

LISABET SARAI writes in many genres, but F/F fiction is one of her favorites. Her lesbian erotica credits include contributions to Lambda Award winner Where the Girls Are, Ippie-winning Carnal Machines, Best Lesbian Romance 2012, Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian  Desire,  and Lammy-nominated Coming Together: Girl on Girl. Her storyThe Late Showappears in the recently released Best Lesbian Erotica 2015.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her explicit literary endeavors. She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her writing. For all the dirt on Lisabet, visit her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).