At thirty-five, Rue still lives at home and isn’t looking for a steady job or a steady relationship. But then her mother buys her a trip on a chartered singles’ tour in Europe. On a bus with a bunch of chatty breeders, Rue is prepared for boredom. As she and a feisty gal named Billy share a heated encounter on the ferry to France, Rue begins to think that maybe Mama really knows best.
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It had been hard to believe the day after my fiftieth birthday, I woke up and despite being at the pinnacle of my career I made a drastic decision to give up corporate chaos for greener pastures. But even more incredible was when I gave my termination notice and ultimately went through with it. That was a year ago and I still had no qualms about kissing city life goodbye in exchange for a more satisfying occupation, keeping our parks pristine for everyone’s enjoyment.
My newfound serenity, coupled with a sense of genuine purpose, rejuvenated me. The trees breathed life into the area and the area breathed life into me. Bliss was gardening while communing with park visitors who were good for a laugh whether feathered, furry or human. One lovely lady ate her lunch on the same park bench, rain or shine. Though we had not exchanged more than pleasantries, I looked forward to, enjoyed, and somehow felt whole in her presence. It was weird that she affected me so; as I said, we had never spoken at length. Perhaps it was how she complimented the scenery sort of like a bronze garden sculpture would when strategically situated to attract attention. Only she was way more colorful and very much alive.
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Diagnosed by her doctor as grossly obese and described by her mother as a disgusting embarrassment, Lindy hides behind a hundred extra pounds of fat to shield herself from further pain. She cannot leave for college soon enough, but unable to bear her mother’s wrath a moment longer, she runs out into the night without a destination in mind. Fate intervenes when a kindly old man offers her a ride. He, his wife, and their granddaughter, Jane, welcome her into their family. The Fowlers, and especially Jane, teach her the true meaning of unconditional love. “Starved for Love” reaffirms the belief that our body is the vessel that contains our heart, mind and soul, and that we should appreciate the gift, not dwell on imperfections.
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All You Can Eat: A Buffet of Lesbian Erotica and Romance
This anthology is an ode to the sensuous and sensual qualities of food and cooking. Editors R.G. Emanuelle and Andi Marquette have put together a collection of stories that incorporate food and/or food-related settings for erotic and sexual adventures, as well as romantic romps.
Does Like Water for Chocolate make your pot boil over? After watching 9½ Weeks, were you never able to look at honey the same way again? Does watching Cat Cora wield a knife on Iron Chef America stoke your burner? Or are you more the Elizabeth Falkner type? Whether your flame is sparked by sharing some illicit fruit, fulfilling fantasies of being a platter of food, chasing after a sexy deli worker, or just being in the kitchen with a hot woman, food, sex, and romance make great bedfellows.
Chef R.G. and sous chef Andi locked themselves in the kitchen until they had the right combination of dishes and a great group of cooks. The menu includes Jove Belle, Cheyenne Blue, Jae, Cheri Crystal, Sacchi Green, Rebekah Weatherspoon, Karis Walsh, Yvonne Heidt, Ashley Bartlett, Victoria Oldham, and Historia, as well as the head chefs themselves, and maybe even a celebrity guest or two.
Food is an integral part of life and in these stories, food serves as more than sustenance—it’s a trigger for love, laughter, sex, pleasure, and carnal and sensory satisfaction. Fast food or gourmet meal—you’re sure to find something tasty here.
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I’m happy to announce that my award-winning anthology, “Attractions of the Heart”, is once again available in eBook format for any who have missed it the first time around. Of course I have plenty of newer stories on Amazon, but the eighteen erotic tales of lesbian romance in “Attractions” were written purely from my vivid imagination when I was a ’straight, married mother of three’ who had no clue that she was living vicariously through her characters. Now married to the woman of my dreams, I admit I don’t have the desperate urge to write as I did back then, but that hasn’t stopped me from churning out stories I absolutely love telling. If you haven’t read anything by yours truly, you really should I added that because one of my New Year’s Resolutions is to be more assertive. How am I doing? LOL.
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Attractions of the Heart, a romantic collection of erotic short stories, begins with a hot date, and ends with a commitment ceremony. Enjoy a lovely meal at “Lobster Box.” Take a Caribbean vacation and plan ground rules that aren’t set in stone in “Best Friends Don’t F*ck.” How about “Going Fishing” for the ultimate hook up? Or “Taking Chances” on love when the stakes are high. Who said “Climbing Rocks,” “Dogging,” or “Trucking” couldn’t lead to sexcapades? Maybe you need an “Exercise Dyke” for the supreme workout or you wonder when designing a cookbook as a fundraiser for your softball team, “Does The Butch Come With The Recipe?” Maybe you’re ready to take a “Mile High Dare.” Whatever your tastes, Cheri Crystal offers an impressive selection. So, have fun with “Tina in Toyland,” hire an “Escort,” say, “Me, Too,” for a three-way, win an award in “Debut,” have a “Nightcap,” or try “Keeping Up With Hornelia,” but don’t miss “Seeing It Through.”
For critically acclaimed, “funny, charming stories,” “crisp writing,” “frank sexuality,” and “top of the line female eroticism,” Cheri Crystal’s Attractions of the Heart has something for everyone.
Mom bribed, threatened, and begged me to stop chopping off my hair with her fabric shears and ordered me to put on a little rouge—her word, not mine. I was offered everything from a nose job, because I broke the schnozzola twice tackling the football team in the schoolyard just to prove they weren’t so tough, to a trip to Disney. Seriously, Disney! I refused to have my teeth fixed and thought the overbite gave me character. My teeth were crooked, but so what? They worked. If I had to, I could rip through uncooked flesh with my uneven choppers.
Mom said I had such pretty blue eyes, and if only I’d use a bit of mascara to show off my light lashes. Yeah, right Mom. Like I’d be caught dead in make-up. She also threatened that I’d be grounded if I didn’t stay out from under cars, but her words were meaningless, and I knew it. While other girls snuck cigarettes or gave head behind the bleachers, I was sneaking an oil change or doing brake jobs at Fred’s Body Shop. Mom gave up for good when I told her I was joining the Corps.
Up until I left for Parris Island, April and I hung out in my basement getting high and listening to CDs, mostly heavy metal for me or pop rock and shit like that for her. She was the only person on the planet who didn’t try to change me. She was also my number one fantasy, but I never told her that. Heck, I don’t think I admitted it to myself. Until now…now that it was too late.
I had often relived her sixteenth birthday party, and here on her wedding day, I couldn’t help but go there again. Without mercy, my mind played tricks on me and brought me back to that night. She was sweet sixteen and never been kissed. I knew this for a fact. All the kids in our pack played truth or dare. Someone had dared me to kiss April. And she looked, well, aside from being a total babe, she was suddenly bold, and I felt like a heart attack waiting to happen.
The guys punched their fists in the air, and more than a few girls joined in on the chant. “Do it! Do it!” The whistles and catcalls echoed in time with my heart. I walked over to her, took her hands in mine and gazed directly into her sparkling eyes. She glanced at my lips and licked hers in what seemed like a silent movie in slow motion.
A boy had kissed me, once, but April’s kiss was different. Monumentally different. We leaned toward each other as the shouts grew louder. I placed my lips on hers, not fully registering the noise surrounding us, forgetting what and where I was and why I was doing this in front of our friends. I expected a platonic peck, but she had a better idea. Our first kiss was laced with a lingering caramel nougat flavor and had a sweetness all its own. I can still taste it.
Every cell in my body was on alert from that electrified embrace.
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I’ve changed the title and updated the story now titled, Business or Pleasure, hoping that will entice readers to no end. Anyone interested in a hot transgender story might want to take a gander.
There’s more to Alex King than meets the eye both on the surface and the interior.
When Raina’s boss hires a consultant named Alex King, a much sought after financial adviser, she finds herself resisting more than professional competition. The last thing Raina needs is a consultant to tell her is how to do her job. What she doesn’t count on is Alex’s persistence. Alex might be as sexy as hell, and Raina is determined to fight temptation, but her pesky salacious thoughts are no match even for a control freak. She longs to crack the consultant’s impeccable facade. Can Raina remain aloof? Or will she acquiesce to the heated advances of Alex King? Will it be business or pleasure? That’s the question in what could be the ultimate office hook up Raina discovers what you see isn’t necessarily what you get—it’s actually better.
Not accustomed to being immobilized in the presence of just anyone, I met this Alex King’s outstretched hand, shocked when his firm grasp electrified me up to my armpits. I hadn’t missed how his narrow waist led to…damn, any hot-blooded woman couldn’t fail to notice his porn star-sized package, if she was in the market for it. Which I wasn’t. It had been years since I had been attracted to a man. Now, masculinity, that’s another thing. It’s true that I liked my women butch, and my pussy came alive when they packed, but I hadn’t considered a cis-gendered man since college. Who was this man? Where had he come from to exude such blatant confidence, thus undermining my own? Instead of sporting a professional hairstyle, his longish, wavy hair, gelled to a lustrous sheen, was reason enough to discount his credibility. How could I take a man seriously when he looked so damn sexy in a suit? Not that I was prone to falling for stereotypes, but his pretty-boy smile, emphasis on pretty, bold swagger and charisma tainted my first impression anyway.
Publication Date: September 6, 2013 (Revised Version)
A dietitian and a medical resident are set up on a blind date by Edna Rubenstein, a persistent, meddling, mutual friend. Laurie lives on Long Island but she works as a dietitian in the Bronx. Leslie lives in the Bronx and is doing her residency there as well. Laurie hopes they don’t end up talking diets but she wouldn’t mind playing doctor. Will the best date ever lead to more than they ever dreamed possible?
Mom always said, “Don’t let boys touch you there,” but she never said anything about girls. Her other favorite saying was, “Why should he buy the cow, when he can get the milk for free?” Well, Ma, she bought the cow!
But let me back up a bit.
. . .
“You’re beautiful.” She breathed the words into my ear, sending goose bumps down my spine.
Her face was like ice, but her mouth, so warm and welcoming, heated me to the core. I desperately wanted to move further south towards her other warmth, but my mother’s warning about cows and milk haunted me. I had to slow this down. She was too important to risk giving it away for free. My dilemma was soon forgotten. She reached around me and opened the car door. I practically fell into the seat and she tumbled in after me. We didn’t go all the way, but her kisses were out of this world.
I can’t remember her driving us back to my house, but I can remember every detail about her talented tongue and passionate embrace that left us both breathless.
“There’s a great place on City Island I’d love to show you. Are you up for lobster and all the trimmings?”
“Lobster?” She was a resident and lobster dinners weren’t cheap. I could offer to split the bill.
“Oh no, I should have asked first. Do you keep kosher?”
“Me? No. I love lobster, bacon, and veal parmesan is my favorite. If that means I’m going straight to hell, Do not pass go, do not collect $200, then too bad.”
“Good because you’ll have more fun in hell with the rest of us. How about we go to the Lobster Box next Saturday then?”
“Lobster Box?” I grinned. “Great name.”
“Don’t start. I’m sure that’s not what they meant. If you’d rather go to Seashore, we could do that instead.”
“No way, I think the box sounds like a lot more fun.” I winked, and then I remembered teasing wasn’t fair if I wasn’t planning on putting out. I tucked away my grin by sucking the insides of my cheeks with my teeth, which only served to make me look like a fish. Leslie tried to keep a straight face, but she ended up laughing her ass off and so did I.
Jaylyn Dayley, professional stuntwoman, isn’t afraid of anything. Except commitment. She can tuck and roll, crash and burn, and walk away unscathed, but can she survive the searing heat of her attraction for the lovely Monika Morning during her stint as the actress’ stunt double?
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