The Lesbian erotic anthology, Order Up, will be available in 5 days through Ylva Press. This food-themed collection of sexy stories will have, nestled within its pages, an original story from me: Daddy’s Hot Appetizer.
Though the release isn’t until 5/18/16, you can pre-order the e-book through Ylva Press right now, right here. It’s available in epub, mobi, and pdf formats.
From the website:
Join Chef R.G. Emanuelle and sous chef Andi Marquette as they return to the kitchen to cook up another menu in their continuing quest to explore the sensuous qualities of food and illustrate how the act of preparing and eating it can engage much more than simply taste and smell. Food can become many things, from a gateway to greater intimacy to the creation or rediscovery of a connection. To help them in their quest, Andi and R.G. rounded up another group of cooks who created an array of dishes and meals, which they present to you here in a menu that ranges from sweet and romantic to sultry and seductive, from a relationship’s first tentative taste to the many layers of one that has simmered long and slow.
Each story also ends with a recipe. Some require cooking implements while others are whimsical accompaniments that don’t require cooking at all—at least not in the traditional sense. After all, food serves as more than sustenance—it’s a trigger for love, laughter, sex, pleasure, and carnal and sensory satisfaction. Whatever your palate prefers, you’re sure to find something tasty here.
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This is very, very exciting for me. This is the first mass published erotica anthology I’ve been published in and only the second time I’ve gotten paid for the work. I AM SO EXCITED. Please buy it and read it and love it. It will be available in printed form in May.
I’m using a new pen name for this one, CK Combs, and the story is “Daddy’s Hot Appetizer” – here’s a taste:
She had her back turned, consulting her menu. I lightly caressed her spine, tugging on the apron strings on my way down. She leaned back and shuddered.
“Oh love, you have no idea how turned on I am,” she said.
“I have some idea.” I slid a hand up from her thigh to the curve of her waist, enjoying the way she shivered against me.
“Baby, if you don’t stop now…I won’t want you to, but I’m not quite done yet and I still have to clean up and get dressed…”
Her voice trailed off as I caressed her hips and waist, one hand rising up from her belly to her breasts, the other dipping lower. It was hot like a furnace between her legs and I felt the telltale slipperiness of her arousal through her boxers.
“We’ve got time,” I purred into her ear. “The roast has about 30 minutes left and you can’t do the gravy until it’s done.” Her nipples hardened under my insistent fingertips. “Once the potatoes boil, they can sit for a moment before you mash them.” I slid my other fingers inside her boxers. “You watch the pot, and make sure it doesn’t boil over or something. Think of this as a form of invisible bondage.”
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