More Brides in Vegas
Vegas Babes Book 2
By Lisabet Sarai
About More Brides in Vegas:
Tying the knot — with no strings attached!
Who can resist love at first sight? The minute Ted saw Annie shedding her clothes on stage at The Fox’s Den, he fell head over heels for the petite, busty redhead. She had to make the first move, though, dragging him into an impromptu orgy in the Den’s VIP suite, along with technically-virgin bride Francesca, secret slut Laura, and hot black mama Chantal.
Now Annie and Ted are getting married, and they’ve invited all their friends from that wild Amateur Night to the party. Taking over a vintage eighties motel with a courtyard and pool for their private function, the bride and groom expect a certain amount of carnal excess. Still, nobody’s prepared for the sexual free-for-all that breaks loose, involving not only the gals from the Den but also Annie’s rock star brother, Ted’s MILF mother, Chantal’s new slave girl, a lascivious hippie couple, a susceptible priest, the butch hotel manager, and an entire Scottish rugby team. As the wedding guests act out their secret fantasies, they push the limits of both lust and love. Finally arriving at the altar, after an exhausting, arousing twenty four hours, Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to mean tying themselves down.
MF. FF and MM Erotica (Triple X rated)
32,000 words
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463187715
ASIN: B07DYPQ57T
HEA for everyone!
With an introduction by Larry Archer
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“Hey, ladies!” Annie’s bright voice interrupted Laura’s lascivious musings. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable!”
The bride almost skipped over to the group of women near the pool, her ginger-colored curls bouncing. Although she was nearly twenty six, her petite build, freckled nose, unruly hair and slightly manic energy made her seem much younger. Annie never managed to get in to any entertainment venue without being carded. In fact, she’d had clerks refuse to sell her tickets to R rated movies.
Dropping the two grocery bags she’d been carrying, she gave Chantal an enthusiastic hug. “Thank heavens! We’ve been following the Weather Channel—looks grim!”
Chantal kissed her on the lips, a gesture the bride did not refuse. “It’s Chicago,” she replied when she finally released the woman’s tiny but voluptuous body. “It’s normal.”
“Well, I’m very relieved. I would have been so-o-o disappointed if you weren’t here.” The redhead looked around at her special guests. “This is kind of like a reunion for me—a reminder of one of the happiest days of my life.” All at once she seemed to notice the young blonde kneeling on Francesca’s chaise. Fran herself just lay there twitching in the afterglow of her climax. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met…”
Chantal gave her sub an almost imperceptible nod.
“I’m Zoe. I’m with Chantal.”
Laura saw Annie’s eyes go wide as she took in the sub’s costume.
“Congratulations on your marriage, by the way,” the girl continued. “I hope you and Ted will be really happy.”
“Um—thanks…” Annie gestured at Francesca’s limp form. “Is she okay?”
“She’s recovering from a demonstration of Zoe’s oral talents,” said Chantal. “Would you like Zoe to do you, too? I’m sure she’d be delighted.”
A blush darkened Annie’s freckles. “Um—thanks. Maybe later. I’ve got a lot to do right now to get ready for the party tonight. And my brother should be here any minute. He texted me from the airport.”
Laura sat up so fast she felt dizzy. “I didn’t know you had a brother.”
Annie’s smile grew wistful. “My only family, since our father died five years ago. Rod’s going to give me away. That’s what Dad would have wanted.” Her sunny disposition reasserted itself. “I’m so excited! I haven’t seen him in more than a year. He lives in LA…”
“Annabelle baby!” A rich, deep, overwhelmingly masculine voice boomed through the courtyard.
“Rod!” Annie squealed, racing to meet the tall, dark stranger who’d just entered the pool area.
“Hey, Sis!” The newcomer dumped his duffel onto the floor and enfolded Annie in his arms. He wore a tight black tee shirt that highlighted his tanned biceps and sculpted pecs. A wave of delicious weakness swept through Laura’s body as she watched his muscles flex under bronzed skin. Now here was a plaything that interested her!
Though Rod was probably as tall as her husband Steve, he had a more slender, wiry build. His faded but expensive jeans clung to his lean thighs like a second skin. Masses of ragged, jet black hair covered the back of his neck and fell into his eyes, which had a compelling, hypnotic quality. His nose was aquiline, his lips as full as a girl’s. She caught the gleam of a gold earring through the shaggy locks. Despite the heat, his feet were clad in heavy leather boots. Still, when he released his sister and strode over to greet the rest of the group, he moved lightly, with the energy and economy of a dancer. His style and manner made Laura think of a rock star.
“And who are these beauties?” he asked, his slightly predatory smile showing perfect white teeth. Laura resisted the urge to cover herself. Instead, she arched her back a bit, offering her body to his blatantly hungry gaze.
Annie skipped to his side, giving his hand a squeeze. Next to him, she looked about fourteen.
“Francesca, Laura and Chantal, this is my big brother Rod.”
Laura offered him her most welcoming smile. I wonder if he’s big everywhere.
“These ladies were responsible for my getting together with Ted,” the bride continued.
Rod arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Ted was best man at my wedding six months ago,” said Franny, though this really didn’t begin to explain the complicated connections that had led to Annie’s wedding.
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About Lisabet:
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.
Hi, Crystal!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for giving a shout out to my latest romp!
My, sounds spicy! Thanks for the excerpt.
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