Maggie Blackbird

Romancing Canada's Indigenous People

June is I :::Heart::: Erotic Romance month at my blog.  During these next thirty days, I’ll be featuring authors who write erotic romance, besides the usual blog posts.  Today, I have Lisabet Sarai in the interview chair.  We’re discussing her erotic romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin.  Be sure to check out the excerpt.

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1. What drew you to writing erotic romance?

Lisabet:  In 1998, I was traveling in Turkey and picked up a Black Lace novel by Portia da Costa from the book swap shelf in our hotel. I found it was one of the most imaginative and arousing books I’d ever encountered. Given my own active interest in the many shades of desire, I thought “I bet I could write something like this.” That was the genesis of my first erotic romance novel, RAW SILK, which was published by Black Lace in 1999.

2. What do you like most about writing erotic romance?

Lisabet:  I enjoy indulging my fantasies as well as reliving some of my personal experiences, which do find their way into my stories. And I love, probably more than anything, hearing from readers who enjoy work.

3. What do you like least about writing erotic romance?

Lisabet:  Writing erotic romance is hard work, since you have all the normal demands of creating a gripping story, plus you’re trying to kindle vicarious desire in your readers. However, the genre gets zero respect. There’s a popular misconception that erotic romance is nothing but gratuitous sex, with no plot, no characterization and no craft. Erotic romance authors are treated like the proverbial red-headed stepchild. We’re supposed to be ashamed of what we write. We’re even banned from some platforms. This attitude definitely gets me hot under the collar!

4. Why did you write this book you are featuring?

Lisabet:  In four words, Fifty Shades of Gray. I was so fed up by the hype, and all the cookie-cutter billionaire romances that followed, that I wanted to do something different, to turn the tropes upside down. As it happens, there’s also a lot of myself in Rachel (though I’ll never be a billionaire!) and Theo borrows liberally from past lovers. The book is very dear to my heart.

5. Why do you think readers should invest their time in reading erotic romance?

Lisabet:  It’s entertaining. It’s not fattening or dangerous to your health in any way. And you might learn something worthwhile.

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Title: The Gazillionaire and the Virgin
Series: N/A
Author: Lisabet Sarai
Sub-Genre: Contemporary
Erotic Elements: BDSM, twisting the Billionaire romance trope
Book Length: 242 print pages
Release Date: January 28, 2016
Publisher: Excessica

Trust can’t be bought—it has to be earned.

Blurb:  When Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius Theo Moore, she finds him strangely compelling. Theo is both arrogant and socially awkward, but he has an aura of power that speaks to Rachel’s carefully-hidden submissive side. Disturbed and aroused, she tries to focus on her original objective—a deal to incorporate his Artificial Intelligence software into her company’s popular virtual world. Rachel’s not a woman who lets pleasure interfere with business, but for some reason, she can’t resist Theo’s geeky appeal.

Theo Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO. Still, with her voluptuous curves and brilliant mind, Rachel embodies his ultimate sexual fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.

That doesn’t bother Rachel, however. In his bed—in his arms—in his bonds—she discovers the bliss of total surrender. Rachel may be Theo’s first lover, but Theo is Rachel’s first true Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart. It seems that love may harmonize their differing goals and values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust threatens to tear them apart forever.

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On the long cab ride from Greenpoint to the upper West Side, we make out in the back seat like teenagers. Theo’s mouth on mine is hungry and demanding. His hands wander in a slow dance over my breasts and along the curve of my hips, as though he’s caressing me for the first time. He clutches me to his chest, pulls me into his lap, grinds his hardness into my bottom. All the while he continues to steal my breath with his fierce kisses.

I’m on fire. I want his touch on my bare skin, his fingers probing my deepest recesses, but when I try to draw his hand up under my top or between my legs, he slaps mine away. Those slaps only kindle a more ferocious need. By the time we’ve made it back to our suite, I’m practically dissolving, so wet I make squelching sounds when I walk.

Taking my hand, he leads me through the sitting area, with its thirtieth story view of glittering Manhattan, to the palatial bedroom.

“Don’t move,” he orders. “I’m going to undress you.”

He circles behind me to unzip my skirt. The garment slips over my hips to the floor. Next he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my tights and rolls the clingy material down to my ankles. I imagine him using the elastic garment to bind me—it would be well-suited to that task—but he seems intent only on rendering me naked.

“Step out of your shoes. That’s right.” He extricates first one foot and then the other from my hosiery, and tosses the tangled garment away. “Arms over your head,” he commands. In a matter of seconds, my sweater has joined my other clothing on the floor.

He pauses for a moment, apparently to admire me in my state of semi-nudity. My swollen nipples distort the lace of my bra. My sodden panties bunch between my legs. Though I know it’s forbidden, I tense my thighs, seeking some friction to relieve the terrible, pulsing ache between them.

“Be still!” I hope he’ll slap my ass as punishment for my infraction, but there’s only his verbal reprimand.

“Can’t you speed up a bit, Theo?” His fingers brush my back as he unfastens the bra hooks. Electric currents zap my sex. I moan. “I’m desperate for you.”

“That’s good. That’s the way I want you.”

My panties are so wet that they stick to my skin. He chuckles as he removes them. “You’re such a horny slut. I love it.”

“Please, sir…I can’t bear much more.”

Ignoring my plea, he stands back to survey the results of his efforts. “Clasp your hands at the back of your neck. Now don’t move. Ah yes! Perfect!”

As I stand there, nude, exposed and hungry, he seats himself on the bed, unzips his fly, and extracts his cock. It juts up from his lap, huge and hard, drooling pre-cum. I’d die for a taste, but I understand he plans to make me wait. He runs his hand lazily up and down the veined shaft, grinning like some feline after an avian snack.

“You’re so beautiful. You’re a dream come true. Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real. Any minute, I expect to wake up in my apartment, alone and horny. Totally lost.”

His mood shifts. His voice hitches in a near sob. “I don’t think I could bear that, Rachel. I love you so much…” Then he’s on his feet, holding me close, his starched shirt grazing my nipples, his cock leaving wet trails on my belly. “Tell me you love me,” he murmurs close to my ear, his embrace so tight I can scarcely breathe. “Even if it’s a lie. I need to hear it.”

“It’s not a lie, Theo.” Disobeying his instructions about my hands, I wrap my arms around his broad back. “I do love you. But I don’t have much more experience with this—with love—than you do.” I tilt my chin up, silently begging for a kiss. He does not deny me.

“You heard what my dad said. You’re the first, the first since college. You’re special.” He nibbles my earlobe, then licks along my neck to my collarbone. Everything he does feels exquisite. “I’m just not sure what that means. Everything—ah, Theo!—it’s all happening so fast.”

“Maybe we just have to trust our intuitions.” His eyes shine in the muted light of the bedroom. I think I see glints of gold, and remember him as the wizard in MirrorWorld. Somehow he knows me, after only a few weeks, more thoroughly than anyone ever has. “And we have to be honest with one another. Tell each other what we need. What we want.” Finally, his fingers seek out my dripping sex. I shudder with dangerous pleasure as he slides inside. “Tell me what you want, Rachel.”

The answer’s easy. “I want you to take me, sir. To use me. To fuck me until there’s nothing in the universe but you, and me.”

Theo seizes me, lifts me off the floor and tosses me onto the bed. I lie there, breathless, my heart thudding against my ribs as he tears off his clothing. In seconds, he’s looming over me, pinning my wrists above my head, while his cock prods at my entrance. He wears that manic, power-drenched smile that totally destroys me.

“Funny. That’s what I want too.”

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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 – over 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, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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3 thoughts on “Lisabet Sarai – The Gazillionaire and the Virgin

  1. Hello, Maggie,

    Thanks so much for giving me the chance to talk about G&V, which is hands-down my favorite of the all the erotic romance I’ve written.

    And thanks to Fiona,for the testimonial! ;^)

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    1. You’re welcome!

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  2. fionamcgier says:

    This is such an amazing book! I totally LOVE Theo, the geeky nerd who is a closet dom! And Rachel is so perfect for him–I love how she eases him into dominating her, even though he’s had no other real-life experience. This book is a keeper, to be read and reread! One of Lisabet’s best!

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