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.

Excerpt:

“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.

Going Fishing Republished by Popular Demand

“Going Fishing” is already available for readers to purchase here. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009VPR7E2

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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.
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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.