Release Day: Sapphic Holiday Cruise by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop #ff #holidays #cruise @erzabetbishop @lesficlipstick @naughtynightspr

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Heat up your #Holidays with this #steamy #lesbian #collection from USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop!
Join Ms. Bishop as she whisks you away on a holiday cruise filled with romance and sexy times on the high seas. Meet an alluring pirate vixen, a boudoir photographer and more with stories that are sure to make your season merry and bright.

 

#FF #lesfic #ebook #erotica #romance #womenlovingwomen #FFromance #samesex #bookboost #LTRPG #SSRTG #ASMSG #kindle #kindleunlimited
 
Stories include:
The Mermaid Tattoo: When Erin goes on a cruise with friends to forget her failed romance, new revelations will make her holiday season bright.
Captain, Oh Captain: A Temptation Resorts Story: Every fantasy can be made real at Temptation Resorts. Even the cruise line that brings you there.
Holiday Gifts: A Temptation Resorts Story: Never underestimate the power of seduction and hidden benefits of dating the boss.
Wrapped in Red: Sexy times ensue when a chance encounter leads Laurel to a boudoir photography session.
 
 
 
Excerpt from Mermaid Tattoo
Someone had created a winter wonderland. Evergreen trees lit up with white Christmas lights graced every corner. Fluffy piles of “snow” lined the walls, and in the far corner of the room, one very large tree presided over the rest. Crystal ornaments and silver slivers of tinsel glittered as the light bounced off every surface. Mermaids frolicked amid the snow-flocked branches. Hundreds of shells and other sea life dangled between delicate blown-glass bulbs that gave the tree an ethereal under-the-ocean glow.
“God, it’s gorgeous.”
Erin stepped into the room and marveled at the skill of whoever had set up the scene. It was spectacular. Movement on the far side of the room made her pause. She glimpsed a blonde woman with skin-tight jeans and a tight black tee hanging garland. She stepped off the ladder and retreated into the shadows.
I want to meet her.
The thought came unbidden, and it made her smile. She checked her watch and sighed. She didn’t have much time before the shops closed, and she did want to check out that photography studio.
“Thank you.” A voice came out of the shadows at the far side of the room.
Erin started. “Oh!” She began to spin around to see who’d joined her, but as she did, she experienced a sudden draft of air. The front of the dress slipped open as the tie unfastened. In horrifyingly slow motion, it fell apart, revealing the black satin bra and matching thong panties she’d worn for the occasion.
A dark chuckle of female laughter met her ears as the mysterious person in the shadows made her way toward the glow of the tree. “Need some help with the dress there, tourist girl?”
Erin yanked the tie closed, furious. She turned to make a nasty retort when the owner of the voice came into view. Every thought trickled out of her mind as she stared at the vision of loveliness in front of her. Long blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face. The other woman’s lips were curved upwards in a mischievous smile. Blue eyes bordering on purple flashed with merriment. Or possibly it was just the light. The tight pink shirt with “Fight Like a Girl” blazed across the front made her smile.
As her eyes adjusted and she took in the high breasts and shapely form in front of her, Erin’s mouth went dry, and her insides were infused with heat. A girl? I’m getting hot over a girl?
She’d never reacted this way to another person before. Ever. Not even Dylan. As far as she knew, she was as straight as straight could be. Yet here she was, staring at the woman in front of her as if she were the missing éclair from her last meal.
“Cat got your tongue?” The blonde seductress strolled past her and bent over, picking up a roll of white batting from the floor. Her jeans hugged her form like a second skin. The woman was close enough that the warm citrus scent of her rolled over Erin, and she sighed.
“Errr. Um. Hi. I’m Erin.”
“I’m Ariel. Glad you like the trees.”
 
 
 
 

 

About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.
 
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Pre-Order Alert: Sapphic Holiday Cruise by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop @lesficlipstick @erzabetbishop @naughtynightspr

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🎄 New Release! 🎄
Pre-order now available!
Limited Time #99cent price!
Available #Free to #read in #KU!
Heat up your #Holidays with this #steamy #lesbian #collection from USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop!
Join Ms. Bishop as she whisks you away on a holiday cruise filled with romance and sexy times on the high seas. Meet an alluring pirate vixen, a boudoir photographer and more with stories that are sure to make your season merry and bright.

 

#FF #lesfic #ebook #erotica #romance #womenlovingwomen #FFromance #samesex #bookboost #LTRPG #SSRTG #ASMSG #kindle #kindleunlimited
 
Stories include:
The Mermaid Tattoo: When Erin goes on a cruise with friends
to forget her failed romance, new revelations will make her holiday season
bright.
Captain, Oh Captain: A Temptation Resorts Story: Every
fantasy can be made real at Temptation Resorts. Even the cruise line that
brings you there.
Holiday Gifts: A Temptation Resorts Story: Never
underestimate the power of seduction and hidden benefits of dating the boss.
Wrapped in Red: Sexy times ensue when a chance encounter
leads Laurel to a boudoir photography session.
 
 
 
Excerpt from Mermaid Tattoo
Someone had created a winter wonderland. Evergreen trees lit up with white Christmas lights graced every corner. Fluffy piles of “snow” lined the walls, and in the far corner of the room, one very large tree presided over the rest. Crystal ornaments and silver slivers of tinsel glittered as the light bounced off every surface. Mermaids frolicked amid the snow-flocked branches. Hundreds of shells and other sea life dangled between delicate blown-glass bulbs that gave the tree an ethereal under-the-ocean glow.
“God, it’s gorgeous.”
Erin stepped into the room and marveled at the skill of whoever had set up the scene. It was spectacular. Movement on the far side of the room made her pause. She glimpsed a blonde woman with skin-tight jeans and a tight black tee hanging garland. She stepped off the ladder and retreated into the shadows.
I want to meet her.
The thought came unbidden, and it made her smile. She checked her watch and sighed. She didn’t have much time before the shops closed, and she did want to check out that photography studio.
“Thank you.” A voice came out of the shadows at the far side of the room.
Erin started. “Oh!” She began to spin around to see who’d joined her, but as she did, she experienced a sudden draft of air. The front of the dress slipped open as the tie unfastened. In horrifyingly slow motion, it fell apart, revealing the black satin bra and matching thong panties she’d worn for the occasion.
A dark chuckle of female laughter met her ears as the mysterious person in the shadows made her way toward the glow of the tree. “Need some help with the dress there, tourist girl?”
Erin yanked the tie closed, furious. She turned to make a nasty retort when the owner of the voice came into view. Every thought trickled out of her mind as she stared at the vision of loveliness in front of her. Long blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face. The other woman’s lips were curved upwards in a mischievous smile. Blue eyes bordering on purple flashed with merriment. Or possibly it was just the light. The tight pink shirt with “Fight Like a Girl” blazed across the front made her smile.
As her eyes adjusted and she took in the high breasts and shapely form in front of her, Erin’s mouth went dry, and her insides were infused with heat. A girl? I’m getting hot over a girl?
She’d never reacted this way to another person before. Ever. Not even Dylan. As far as she knew, she was as straight as straight could be. Yet here she was, staring at the woman in front of her as if she were the missing éclair from her last meal.
“Cat got your tongue?” The blonde seductress strolled past her and bent over, picking up a roll of white batting from the floor. Her jeans hugged her form like a second skin. The woman was close enough that the warm citrus scent of her rolled over Erin, and she sighed.
“Errr. Um. Hi. I’m Erin.”
“I’m Ariel. Glad you like the trees.”
 
 
 
 

 

About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.
 
Sign up for her newsletter for more lesfic releases!
 

 

might not live to see the dawn ‘Sigil Fire’ #Lesbian #Paranormal #Fantasy @ErzabetBishop

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Grab your copy of this Lesbian Paranormal Fantasy by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop!



Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil and a past that isn’t ready to let her go.

Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless.

With the aid of her nest mate, Perry, and his partner, Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.

**Includes First Christmas: A Sigil Fire Holiday Story**



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Release Day: Sigil Fire by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop @lesficlipstick @erzabetbishop @naughtynightspr

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Out Now!
Grab your copy of this Lesbian Paranormal Fantasy by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop!
 

 

Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil and a past that isn’t ready to let her go.
 
Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless. 
 
With the aid of her nest mate, Perry, and his partner, Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.
 
**Includes First Christmas: A Sigil Fire Holiday Story**


 

 
#FF #Lesfic #succubus #vampires #demons #witches #lesbian #paranormal #fantasy #romantic #suspense #strongfemalelead #alphafemale


 

 
Excerpt:
 
The dream wrapped around Fae like gossamer silk. It was always the same. The woman’s back was to Fae—shapely curves illuminated against the shadows, the stranger’s face just out view. They were in a dark and winding alley, with the back side of row houses and businesses cluttered with dumpsters and badly repaired fences. The area behind the shops looked ramshackle and smelled worse. A combination of rotting garbage and the reek of something far worse.
A sense of urgency pounded through Fae. She needed to find this woman. Needed to find her now.
Dark demonic wings fluttered in the background, causing the mystery woman to flee. Her skirts whipped up, revealing calves that sucked the air from Fae’s lungs.
An aura of silvery wings hung behind the woman, vanishing as quickly as they appeared. The alleyway grew disjointed—a true setting from a nightmare. The red of her hair was only visible for a moment.
“Help me!” the woman’s sultry voice begged, out of breath and shrill with terror.
Fae’s dream self darted behind her. Shadowy faces and writhing figures moved in the periphery of her vision. She stared straight ahead. She had to focus. To find the woman.
“Wait!” She reached out, but only caught the tendrils of mist that filled the void.
The air chilled as Fae streaked through the fog. A fractured scream echoed in the murky dampness. Seeing anything became more difficult. The swampy odor of decay made Fae gag but still she pressed on. Don’t look. Just move.
Fae panicked. “Where are you?” The need to find the woman was overwhelming. There was something important about her. Even if Fae didn’t know what it was—she had to find the stranger. With her heart racing, Fae kept moving.
“Stop!” A terrible scream rang out in the darkness.
Fae’s pulse thrummed in her throat; her fangs clenched in fear. Where was she? Fae’s footsteps rang hollow as she ran, eyes searching, senses reaching out for any sign of the woman. Around her the buildings changed. Cold concrete walls penned her in. There was only one way to go. Forward.
A dim figure loomed in the distance, barely visible against the mists. Large wings unfolded, the odor of sulfur and dark rotting things made her sour stomach flip once more. The sound of tearing clothes and panicked screams met her ears. Shit.
Fae snarled, racing toward the sound of sobbing. Her boots hit the pavement, puddles of water and filth spraying out as she ran.
There was the mystery woman. Long, red hair draped over the concrete, defiled by the refuse on the ground surrounding her.
A streetlight shone bright in the foggy night air, and Fae was finally able to see the woman’s face around the creature that held the woman prisoner in its grip.
Full, red lips parted in shock as the demon’s fingers tightened around her throat. With her wide eyes brilliant and dark against her ivory complexion, it was clear she was dying. Her gaze met Fae’s, a panicked expression of recognition, and as she looked at her attacker, fear.
Fae stepped forward. “Get off her, asshole,” she hissed, taking another step forward.
The being turned its head, empty eyes staring right into her soul.
“Fae.” Its lips tilted up into a satanic grin and he turned, revealing more of the partially nude woman.
Fae startled and took a step back. “How do you know me?” Her hand felt for a blade at her side. Nothing. Dammit!
Fae would have to try and save the mystery woman with only her strength.
Her fingers brushed the oily feathers of the demon’s wings, intent on pulling it away from the girl, but instead she ended up with nothing.
Dark laughter filled the hollow passage, and in a burst of noxious smoke, the being was gone.
Fae spun on her heel trying to see where it had gone, then moved back and knelt at the woman’s side. “Red.”
“Find me,” the woman whispered, her eyes locking onto Fae’s. A delicate smile drifted across her lips as she, too, began to fade into the mist.
“No!” Fae’s heart twisted in her chest. Just when she had found her, the woman was lost yet again. “No!” Despair clogged her throat.
The shadows of the alley loomed dark as the streetlight fell dim.
***
Fae jerked awake. She lay twisted in the sheets. Her breath came in gasps as the dream faded, leaving her cold and alone in her bed. She had seen the stranger’s face. Finally.
Her dog, Jellybean, whined in the darkness and snuggled in closer, her furry black face burrowing deep under the covers.
“Red,” she whispered. “I’ll find you.”
Staring out the window into the moonless night, Fae listened as the wind whipped the trees outside into a frenzy. Something was coming. But so was she.
 
 

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop is a two time USA Today award-winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.


Sign up for her newsletter for more lesfic reads and get a free and exclusive copy of Naughty Cookie!


https://erzabetwrites.wixsite.com/lesficandlipstick

 

 

Lesfic Tales: An Excerpt of The Red Envelope by Erzabet Bishop

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Title: Lesfic Tales: A Lesbian Short Story Collection
 
Join USA Today Erzabet Bishop as she weaves thirteen lesbian tales of wild magic, a ghost walk, toe-curling travel plans, kinky places, and stories of terror that will leave you wanting more.
 
 
The collection includes:
Kink the Shelves: This bookstore job is unlike any other.
Salted Caramel Kink: Indulge your sweet tooth with some salted caramel goodness.
Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium: Wild magic reigns in this very unique job interview.
Eternal Night: Lovecraftian monsters haunt the night in this tale of terror.
Red Envelope: Meeting a friend for coffee has some interesting revelations and an invitation that can’t be ignored.
Bali High: An older woman finds romance in the arms of a sexy young flight attendant.
Art Speak: A day at work at the museum will bring untold delights.
Orchid Rain: The road to miscommunication is paved by good intentions.
As You Wish: This employee works hard at granting her boss’s every whim.
Ghost Lights: A sceptic visits a ghost walk and finds herself with some unexpected company.
Yes, Mistress: A little kink goes a long way.
Red Moon Rising: Terror stalks the night and a detective has to come to terms with what she’s lost.
Ascending Ameliah: Some meetings are fate.
 
 
 
#FF #lesbian #lesfic #ebook #erotica #romance #womenlovingwomen #FFromance #samesex #ghostwalk #artgallery #weddings #hotboss #carameldelights #milehighclub #cougar #kink #witch
Buy links:
 
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Excerpt: The Red Envelope
 
“Happy birthday!” Jen hugged me as we bustled inside the coffee shop to meet for our weekly gossip session. It was starting to rain and my hair was becoming a mass of wild red tangles. Jen, as usual, looked like she stepped out of a magazine, with her long black tresses and exotic features.  Beautiful as always, I was struck by our differences and tried not to let my ever-present voluptuousness drag me down.  Her sensuous curves never failed to stir longings in my heart that I quickly squashed down. Not to mention the moisture that began to dampen my panties. I had read one too many bondage novels apparently. I could imagine her mouth doing wicked things to my breasts and investigating regions of my body that hadn’t been touched in years. Oh, inner voice, you really, really need to be quiet.
Standing in line, I eyed the pastry case with feigned disinterest as images of lemon glazed pound cake danced across my imaginary taste buds. I had been so good. Not a crumb in months. It was my birthday damn it. Will power. Yes. Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels. Ugh. Except maybe just one little cake pop. I bit my lip and tried to reign in the carb monster in me that had a sweet tooth big enough to swallow Manhattan.
“So, do you have anything planned for your big night?” Jen waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively and I had to stifle a very unladylike snort. Woefully tearing my attention away from the display of cupcakes and muffins, I pulled out my latest smut novel and grinned.
“Yes. It just so happens that one of my favorite authors has a new book out and I decided to treat myself this afternoon. I can hardly wait to get home, open a bottle of wine and settle down in a nice pair of sweats for a smoking hot night of smexy bondage.” I laughed and tucked the book back in my purse, trying not to laugh at the shocked face of the older woman that stood behind me in line. Good grief. I just want some fun. Is that too much to ask?
We approached the counter and ordered.
“Oh no you don’t. My treat.” Jen booted me out of the way and paid.
 Waiting for our drinks at the end of the bar, I longingly caressed the dessert case with my eyes once more before relegating myself to the skinny mocha, no whip, that was set on the counter in front of me. Sigh. I have the will power to resist. No blowing the whole day’s points just for one blissful bite of cupcake. Or three. Inside, I sniffled just a little. Too much temptation everywhere.
“Come on, girl. Let’s find a table.” Jen hustled her way through the crowded coffee house and found a spot in an isolated corner.
I sat down, relieved to be off my feet. It had been a long day and my heels were making themselves known.
Jen sank down in her chair and dropped her purse onto the table. Opening the flap, she withdrew a red envelope and slid it toward me.
“Happy birthday!” A mischievous look twinkled in her eyes.
“What is it? Some kind of birthday card porn to make me forget my diet and keep me from drooling over the lemon pound cake I’m missing out on?” I snarked, snatching up the card.
“No smart ass. It’s your birthday present.” Jen took a sip of her latte, eyes on me over the rim of her cup as she drank.
“Okay.” I pouted. Darn. Jamming the key to my apartment in the corner of the envelope, I ripped it open.
It was an invitation. At first I was unsure what I was reading. I looked up, questioning her with my eyes.
“Go on.” Jen nodded. “Read it.”
The Phoenix Club Proudly Presents:
The Red Envelope Auction Event
Surrender to your deepest fantasies and meet the Dom/Domme of your dreams. Enter the auction and find your true Master or Mistress.
10:00 am Saturday until sundown Sunday evening. A weekend of sexual dominance and submission.
Invitation required for entry.
“Are you out of your mind?” I stood up and the table wobbled, almost spilling what was left of our drinks.
“No.” Jen stared me down and pointed to the chair. “Sit. Down. Now.”
I growled and plopped back down in the chair.
“What the hell is this?” I hissed, waving the envelope in her face.

 

“It’s an invitation to the club I go to on occasion and being the awesome friend that I am, I thought you might want to come and check it out.”
 
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.
Follow her on Twitter for more lesfic posts: @lesficlipstick

 

Sign up for her newsletter to get a free and exclusive copy of Naughty Cookie. https://erzabetwrites.wixsite.com/lesficandlipstick

 

New Release: Lesfic Tales- A Lesbian Short Story Collection #lesfic @erzabetbishop @lesficlipstick @naughtynightspr

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Title: Lesfic Tales: A Lesbian Short Story Collection
 
Join USA Today Erzabet Bishop as she weaves thirteen lesbian tales of wild magic, a ghost walk, toe-curling travel plans, kinky places, and stories of terror that will leave you wanting more.
 
 
The collection includes:
Kink the Shelves: This bookstore job is unlike any other.
Salted Caramel Kink: Indulge your sweet tooth with some salted caramel goodness.
Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium: Wild magic reigns in this very unique job interview.
Eternal Night: Lovecraftian monsters haunt the night in this tale of terror.
Red Envelope: Meeting a friend for coffee has some interesting revelations and an invitation that can’t be ignored.
Bali High: An older woman finds romance in the arms of a sexy young flight attendant.
Art Speak: A day at work at the museum will bring untold delights.
Orchid Rain: The road to miscommunication is paved by good intentions.
As You Wish: This employee works hard at granting her boss’s every whim.
Ghost Lights: A sceptic visits a ghost walk and finds herself with some unexpected company.
Yes, Mistress: A little kink goes a long way.
Red Moon Rising: Terror stalks the night and a detective has to come to terms with what she’s lost.
Ascending Ameliah: Some meetings are fate.
 
 
 
#FF #lesbian #lesfic #ebook #erotica #romance #womenlovingwomen #FFromance #samesex #ghostwalk #artgallery #weddings #hotboss #carameldelights #milehighclub #cougar #kink #witch
Buy links:
 
 
 
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her husband and furry kids.
Follow her on Twitter for more lesfic posts: @lesficlipstick

 

Sign up for her newsletter to get a free and exclusive copy of Naughty Cookie. https://erzabetwrites.wixsite.com/lesficandlipstick

 

A Hidden Hope by Laura Ambrose

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A Hidden Hope

Natalie and El used to be writing critique partners, sharing their work chapter by chapter. Falling in love off-page was like the next part of the story. But after a huge falling out, three years have passed in bitter silence.

When they both appear at a science fiction convention in London, Natalie, a struggling writer, wants nothing to do with El, the hot debut novelist who sold her book at auction under a male pseudonym. But over the weekend, ignoring each other–and their attraction–proves impossible, not least because they have several panels together. Can El hope to atone for the mistakes of their past, and is Natalie willing to let hope fly?

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