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Cate has vacationed in the tropics with her best friend, Joy, for years. Much to her dismay, she finds her sex-crazed-self wanting more than a perfect travel companion or a quick romp, except Joy is off-limits. How will Cate avoid erupting like a volcano if Joy ignores her advances?

Cate and Joy are best friends, business partners, and travel buddies. Everything is perfect…a lush tropical island, white sandy beaches, a sparkling swimming pool and a cozy bedroom…until Cate finds herself suffering from acute sexual frustration. Joy fights the inevitable and avoids taking their friendship to the next level. After all, according to Joy, best friends don’t fuck and there’s too much to lose if it doesn’t work out. Would you take the plunge?

“What do you mean you gave away our room?” Joy demanded.
“I’m sorry, Miss. It was an oversight.” The clerk didn’t look all that sorry. Joy looked like she was about to rearrange his meek face. I saw the pulse in her neck beat in sync with my heart.
“Well, you’d better check again because we were confirmed.”
“I have one room left.” He glanced up from the screen. “But it has only one king- sized bed.”
“We’ll take it,” I said, pushing Joy out of the way with my hip. I took our keys while her stare bored through my head. “We’re adults. Surely, we can manage to share a bed without touching.”
Joy looked as skeptical as I felt, but she silently agreed, and we went to get settled.
“You’d better keep to your side, Cate.” Joy dumped her duffle bag on the bed, choosing the right. “And no parading around here in your underwear or naked. Deal?”
“Sure thing, boss.” I flashed a toothy grin. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. No eating in bed.”
“I guess sex is out then, too.”
She threw a ball of socks and hit me squarely on the jaw. I cracked up and beat her to the bathroom. We took turns changing into swimsuits and headed out for fun in the sun. Joy complained about lathering sunscreen on my back, but her massage affected me to the tips of my toes in a sweet torture that collected in my clit.
The hotel pool had waterslides, underwater bars, and even an aquarium. As I watched Joy swim laps, I fell deeper in love. We spent the day parasailing and alternating between snorkeling in the surf and swimming in the pool.
That night, we retired to our room and undressed for bed. Joy wore sweats and I thought she’d die of heat frustration. I didn’t sleep a wink with her near enough for me to tell she couldn’t sleep either. Counting her breaths didn’t help lull me. I fought the urge to tackle her as she lay at the very edge of the mattress. Less than an inch and she’d be on the floor.
“Well, goodnight then.” Her voice was thick and huskier than usual.
“Night, Joy. Sleep tight.”



Barbara is a ‘totally’ straight married mom living in comfortable hetero-privilege. She has never had reason to suspect she was a lesbian before. Soon after a total hysterectomy, fate intervenes and throws her ordered life into total chaos. Further complications ensue when she finds herself attracted to women, and then falls in love with Adina, who is also a married woman with children. What is Barbara to do when a hot and steamy affair threatens her world and rocks her soul in a way she never imagined?


“I’m sorry, Barbie, I don’t know what came over me.” Her voice faltered and her beautiful smile slid into a contorted frown.
I couldn’t allow that. She’d get wrinkles in her flawless complexion, so I did what any good friend would do. I kissed her. And this time, seconds slowed to lust-filled moments, followed by hours. My sense of self awakened. I needed to embrace every part of her body. I savored how smooth and creamy her skin felt, especially her face, and reveled in her all-consuming response to my touch. I explored the inside of her mouth with my tongue and cherished her flesh with eager hands. I longed to make love to her until I had memorized each hill and valley in what promised to be the most treasured and pleasant journey of my life.
She entangled her fingers in my hair and clutched my head in a seductive hold. I used my hands to grope her back and grip her ass and to maneuver our bodies until we were completely attached to each other from our lips to our breasts. I pushed my crotch against her thigh and kissed her deeper still. She responded by fondling my hardened nipples.
“Oh, my God,” I said, following the most satisfying kiss I’d ever had. “I can’t get enough of you—”
“Nor I, you.”
“Follow me,” I said, taking her hand. I led her to the spare bedroom off the kitchen. It was the closest place, and my body couldn’t wait any longer.
Once inside the room, I turned to face her again. My resolve wavered. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, praying she wouldn’t back down.



In a well-attended civil ceremony, Lauren made an honest woman out of the only girl she ever loved. Lauren and Sue had it all—a modest home in a trendy neighborhood, two wonderful children, a thriving catering business, and an enviable relationship. Most everyone thought their life was ideal. And it was. Until Sue lost interest in preserving the very elements that formed the foundation of their devotion, and Lauren committed the ultimate sin that threatened to destroy everything they had built.


“Let’s get you something dry to wear.” Carole walked demurely out of the garage, and I bit my lip hard at one look at her ass.

“Wait here.” She was back in minutes, holding a pair of black nylon pants with elastic around the waist and ankles decorated with double white stripes on the outer legs. They looked brand new, and while outdated, at least they were dry. In her other hand, she had an unopened package of Hanes undershirts. “These were going to the Salvation Army, sorry, but I hope this will be okay for now. You can change in the bathroom over there.” She pointed to a door off the kitchen and opposite the formal dining area.

I couldn’t decide between keeping my wet underwear on or not and opted to be dry, only the white t-shirt without a bra was more revealing than I’d planned; at least the nylon pants had a cotton lining. I reasoned that I could always ask for a loaner sweater to cover my tits, now that my nips were like two sharp, obvious points.

The moment she spotted me, her eyes enlarged as she gobbled me up in her gaze. It had been forever since anyone looked at me with that much lust. Talk about the top ten feel-good moments, and this one rated pretty high up on the list. She may have cleared her throat, but I was too busy clearing mine to be sure.

When she spoke, her voice was lower and huskier than before. “Sit, please. With my luncheon cancelled, you must help me eat all these goodies.”

We drank coffee and consumed rich desserts on fine china with polished silverware by candlelight.

I wolfed down a super-rich, dark-chocolate truffle that completely melted in my mouth. Sue had truly outdone herself. I’d have thanked her, if I wasn’t still angry about another fight on the same old subject. I couldn’t help it if the kids got all excited to see me and refused to go to bed. I reached for a homemade cannoli this time. Sue started with the freshest ingredients and had a gift in culinary arts. “These are sinful,” I said, between luscious bites and too absorbed in these tantalizing sensations from my taste buds to another bud enlarging in my lower region. Chocolate was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and its mood-enhancing properties faithfully landed in my crotch. “It’s a shame that eating too many of these will make us fat.”

“We could work it off.” Carole winked with a wanton look in her eyes.

Warning bells blared in my brain above the howling winds. “We could, but we’re not going there.” I pushed away from the table and stood as firmly as I could.

“Why not? Doug installed the latest in exercise technology.”

“We have no power, remember?”

“Oh, right. What did you mean by not going there?” She lifted her cup off the saucer and tentatively took a sip of the tepid brew. “You’re one hard nut to crack.”

“And you’re an insufferable tease.”

“How so?”

“By flaunting your butt in my face, for starters.”

“I do not!”

“What do you call the alluring outfits you wear whenever I come to deliver?”

“Why don’t you deliver and find out?”

Are you in the mood for a climb to the top? If yes, then don’t miss out on these 3 sexy, steep and romantic adventures for a short yet potent dose of love and sex when life and heart are at stake. A public service announcement by yours truly *Cheri Crystal*

In Taking Chances sometimes the only way to fulfill dreams is to take a chance without holding anything back. Jordan and Melanie will have to conquer their greatest fears if their future together includes more than friendship. Will they make it to the top? Buy here: Taking Chances by Cheri Crystal

Buy here:Climbing Rocks by Cheri Crystal
In Climbing Rocks Sabrina Alverez had always wanted to see the panoramic view of the Sierra Nevada from Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park. What she hadn’t figured on was casting her glance on her savoir, Park Ranger the Lacey Anderson, instead. Was it luck, fate, or both that Lacey was there to rescue Sabrina?

Get a grip, Sabrina!
The internal scolding did nothing for my courage. Irrational fear kept me from enjoying the breathtaking panorama of the Sierra Nevada. I longed to see the Great Western Divide, but instead, I was looking at a rock when my eyes weren’t cemented shut. Another silent pep talk and at least I was able to realize that this had to be among the most incredible backdrops I had ever seen. I didn’t dare look down at the spectacular view of the San Joaquin Valley floor, so I looked up instead. That’s when the most incredible sight of all appeared as if by divine intervention.
Heading my way was a slender, long-limbed, blonde-haired apparition in a full forest ranger uniform. The woman captivated me with her piercing blue eyes that matched the sky on a crystal clear day. She drew closer, and I lost my bearings.
“May I help you, Miss?”
Her tone was professional, yet concerned. Up close, her skin was as white as the cumulus clouds that surrounded us. I managed a weak reply before I remembered my fear of heights. A warm smile lit up her entire face despite the shadow cast by her ranger’s hat. Looking at her deep dimples quashed what was left of my breath. The last thing I recalled before I passed out was the dead weight of my body as my knees buckled.

Buy here: Risky Pursuit by Cheri Crystal
In Risky Pursuit
it’s time to celebrate Sabrina Alverez and Lacey Anderson’s twenty-first anniversary climb atop Moro Rock in Sequoia National Park. Sabrina has overridden her fear of heights to please her girlfriend, at least for this yearly excursion, but she wonders if Lacey, an adventurous park ranger, has lost her mind when she suggests they make love once they get there. What Sabrina doesn’t know is what other risky pursuits Lacey has up her sleeve.
Sabrina Alverez and Lacey Anderson are still “Climbing Rocks” in the continuation of their love story. More enamored than ever, Sabrina can’t get enough of her girlfriend and would do just about anything to make her happy. But what if Lacey’s idea of fun scares Sabrina out of her mind? Will she make it to the top of Moro Rock, ~6,725 feet above sea level, another year, only this time to have mind-blowing sex, in public?

“I’ll miss you all day long.” I pouted. “I wish you didn’t have to work weekends.”
“Me too. But you’ll have the whole day to yourself. Our anniversary is coming up soon. Why don’t you research vacation destinations to celebrate twenty-one of the best years of my life?”
“You mean our lives. Hey, we always climb Moro Rock and pop a bottle of Champagne.”
“We can do that again, but I was thinking more along the lines of something, I don’t know, more risky.”
I took a step back. Just contemplating daring feats others find exhilarating elevated my fear factor quadruple fold. “Perhaps you don’t remember how scared shitless I am of heights. Isn’t climbing somewhere shy of 6,725 feet risky enough?”
Lacey pulled me back into her embrace. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks, but please don’t suggest jumping out of airplanes or hang gliding because it’s not happening in this lifetime, or ever.”
“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of a new pursuit. What would you say to mind-blowing sex, both of us as naked as the day we were born, right there on top of old Moro Rock?”



Joanie faces another lonely New Year’s Eve without her partner of almost thirty years. Lily, her one true love, has been gone for two years. Can she ever hope to find happiness when she blames herself for Lily’s absence and won’t let her go?


Well, well, I thought. My friend has finally gotten her ass over here. “Barb, it’s about time you showed up,” I said, realizing too late that I was wasting my breath since Barb had obviously stood me up. I blinked several times to clear the sticky remnants of sleep out of my eyes and focused on my surroundings.

A sense of calm washed over me, only to be followed by one of impending chaos. That’s when a cold front whooshed through the stale heated air, crackling as if fraught with electric charges. The laundry room adopted a surreal aura as though I had landed back in my dream, but I was awake. Wasn’t I? Brilliance obscured my vision for the briefest instant, less time than it takes to blink. And then she appeared. Lovelier than the last time I saw her on that fateful morning before I’d left for work. The ache in my heart returned full force.

Gone were the emptiest years of my life, for here she stood. Finally, my one true love had returned. Waves of golden, silky hair framed her pure as snow complexion, falling in tendrils to brush the shoulders of the royal blue satin gown that matched her eyes. Not trusting my vision, I roughly rubbed my eyes with my knuckles this time and opened them again, slowly, and focused on her delicate frame—she had always appeared fragile, but I knew she was like steel inside where it counted. I thought I’d burst. I was overcome with emotion. Immobilized, I didn’t dare breathe, fearful that one sudden move and she’d vanish again, this time forever. Yet I had such hope in my heart, unlimited want in my soul, and endless need everywhere else. I couldn’t summon a sound, but I had to touch her. I needed to feel her soft skin with my fingers and hear her sweet wisdom, for she knew me best. I missed her special cuddles and caresses and the way one look, without a peep, spoke volumes. I could be quite a cynic, but not my girl. She was pure through and through. I had loved teasing her optimism, testing her patience, and toying with her emotions. She would return the favor with unconditional love and torturous tickles.

THE TIES THAT BIND is available in time for THANKSGIVING

Speaking of fun with food and other hedonistic pleasures…THE TIES THAT BIND was launched today just in time for the holidays. Indulge yourself–DOES THE BUTCH COME WITH THE RECIPE? and the sequel THE TIES THAT BIND will satisfy your appetite without gaining a pound.

The Ties That Bind

What could be more fun than being surrounded by a bunch of fun-loving lesbians in Provincetown, Massachusetts? Tristan convinces Cyndy to attend her first Women’s Week during the 25th Annual celebration and shows her another side of desire. With something for everyone, “The Ties That Bind” is for fans of love, lust, trust and some fun with bondage.

In a sequel to Does the Butch Come with the Recipe, softball captain, Cyndy Kaplan and her girlfriend, Tristan Rizzo, are back for a whole new adventure with much higher stakes. After Tristan’s prediction comes true and the Butch Cookbook earns enough money to subsidize a trip to Ft. Lauderdale for the whole team to attend the playoffs, she suggests another getaway, only without the softball league. Cyndy agrees to pop her Provincetown cherry in order to commemorate the 25th Annual Women’s Week. They end up renting a fantastic house in the fun-filled, estrogen-fest, with Tristan’s twin sister and her girlfriend to partake in the festivities. Cyndy has no idea what to expect, but Tristan is certain she’ll have Cyndy begging to come back for more.


“Oh, my God! Can you believe this place?”
Bondage gear, restraints, fetish wear, and kinky sex toys, hung from the steel wall along with wrist and ankle shackles, and a red-cloaked rectangular piece of furniture by the wall rack. There was a four-poster bed, a Captain’s chair with the arms removed, a folding massage table, chains, whips and every imaginable sexual gadget available, including a swing. Cyndy couldn’t wrap her mind around this treasure trove of adult entertainment any more than Tristan apparently could. Nor could she fathom the dichotomous décor between this dark dungeon and the rest of the light, airy house. “More like shocked beyond belief,” she murmured, more to herself than to her cohort in crime.
“Why, shocked? I know you’re quite at home in this environment,” Tristan stated with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
“How would you know that?”
Tristan began rummaging at the foot of a bed in a chest that resembled a buried treasure of playwear until she’d settled on just the right outfit. “Because I’ve spotted you in some pretty raunchy places.”
Cyndy couldn’t imagine where her girlfriend had gone and who this imposter before her was in her stead. Her mouth may as well have been sealed shut, for she couldn’t utter a peep. Moisture poured out of her pussy, and had she been cognizant, she’d have worried about dehydration. She had turned her back on this scene long ago, but somehow, Tristan had lit the torch as easily as throwing a match into a gallon of gasoline. Only this time, she thought she trusted her captor. But why should she? There were two choices. Stay put and let Tristan have her own way, or run as fast as her legs could go.
Tristan’s sugared tone interrupted her reverie. “Get undressed and put this on,” she instructed and handed Cyndy a most unusual hospital gown. It was comically open in the front and back, which helped relieve some of the tension.
“Don’t smile, if you know what’s good for you.”
Cyndy formed a lopsided frown at best and donned the gown. She marveled at how easy it was to get back into bondage, although from a totally new angle. Wondering about when and where Tristan had seen her in action was put on the back burner. Maybe afterwards she’d ponder. She had a wanton pussy and a gloriously hot femme to satisfy.


Campus Craze

ABOUT THE BOOK “Campus Craze” is a short tale of lesbian lust for anyone in need of a potent dose of sensual pleasure. It contains a sexual theme, explicit sex and is for adults only. Must be 18 to purchase.

Stacey Tanner hadn’t planned on losing her job during the recession while supporting herself and her dependent son. Deciding to go back to college, the last thing on her mind was reigniting her dormant sex drive. When lust presents itself in the form of a hot young coed half her age, she gives in to temptation and ultimately embarks on earning more than an advanced degree.

Going Fishing Republished by Popular Demand

“Going Fishing” is already available for readers to purchase here.


Gerri had a reputation for breaking hearts. While I didn’t want to top her long list of discarded femmes, I couldn’t help it if the alluring dyke drove me crazier than a fish out of water desperate to be thrown back into the ocean. I’d drown if I couldn’t join her fishing, and I longed for so much more.
Once she had the three bags securely in her grasp, we weaved our way through the sea of travelers. It was hard for me to keep up with her long-limbed pace. I’m sure I had to take three steps for every one of hers. Breathless was a good description for how I felt, but it wasn’t entirely due to walking so fast.
“I love being out by the sea. That’s one of the reasons why I fish. Catching them is a bonus. I would never live far from the coast. I reckon I would pine away if I didn’t have a body of water nearby,” she said.
“It sounds wonderful. Take me with you next time.”
She stopped and stared. “You want to fish with me?”
I nodded and prayed I didn’t appear too eager.
“Wow, you’re the first woman that has asked to come along.” She seemed genuinely surprised.
“I like to fish,” luring her in with my seductive tone. She must have missed it since she resumed walking. We exited the terminal and stepped on to the street. The cool October night air did nothing to dispel my heat.
“Mostly, I ask women to come along, and they don’t turn up.”
“I find it hard to believe. Who would do that?”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Well, I’d show up for sure.”
She halted two inches short of colliding with a bell captain. I watched as she ran her fingers through her hair and found myself envious of her hands. This yearning was getting out of control. I imagined flinging my body into her arms, calling out, ready or not, here I come, which was ridiculous, if not a bit too forward.
An airline worker took his sweet ass time moving the luggage rack, but I didn’t mind. I don’t know if it was the way my gaze worshipped her, despite all attempts at appearing too cool to care, but her flirtatious gesture in return penetrated me like microwaves. The heat of her stare shot right to my core. My face registered temperatures in direct proportion to the passion stirring in my belly and radiating through my clit.