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.
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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