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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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.
Ylva Publishing is very happy to announce the soon-to-be released anthology:
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.
When two best buds seek revenge on an old high school rival, wet and wild hardly describes the wicked day Patricia, Davida and Lisa have at a water park.
Born on the same day and in the same maternity ward, Patricia and Davida have been friends since the cradle. Theirs is a rock-solid friendship up until high school, when one pretty, hot and tempting Lisa “Diva” cheerleader gets between them with her relentless flirting and vicious lies. Their bond at the umbilical cord is severed, but not for long.
Ten years later, Patricia and Davida meet Lisa again. This time, revenge and salacious sex of the wet and wild kind might just put their past to rest.
. . . I was tempted to reach Davida and call off the prank, but I got so involved watching Lisa soap up, the moment passed. When she washed my back, I nearly drowned in desire. I prayed she couldn’t detect how her actions had turned me on. Sharing a narrow stream of water that had to be restarted every couple of seconds meant standing real close. The delicious sensations racing through my body . . . reduced me to a trembling wreck.
At first, I didn’t notice we had company. When I moved my face out from under the water and turned, Davida was there, buck-naked. She had Lisa in a hold, stealing her breath away in a fierce, almost mean-spirited kiss that left Lisa visibly shaken, but obviously aroused. Her nipples and goose flesh were a dead giveaway.
…courtesy of a New ‘Nude’ Neighbor.
With a looming deadline to complete her doctoral thesis too close for comfort, the last thing Dane needs is one more distraction. When a sexy woman rings her bell and claims to be her new neighbor, all thoughts of cerebral pursuits fly right out of Dane’s head and settle directly in her crotch.
As luck would have it, rejuvenated creativity and the erotic theme of a classic text started my juices flowing, especially after reading a saucy scene about kissing, perfume, and breasts, and yes, I could really get into that. All at once, my head cleared. Everything made perfect sense. I had begun to expand upon ideas and tie up loose ends–my fingers flying over the keyboard–when the doorbell rang.
I stood up abruptly and this time the chair shot across the floor. Luckily, the wheels caught in the shag pile throw rug before the seat reached the wall, or worse, knocked over my extensive DVD collection.
In rapid succession, the doorbell sounded twice more. Our fearless Maltese-Yorkies, Romeo and Juliette, barked their furry white heads off and got underfoot, adding to my frustration. In a huff, I inadvertently stepped on Juliette’s tail.
“Sorry, Jules,” I muttered and yanked the door open, still cursing, prepared to send the intruder away, but I caught my breath in midair instead. I choked and sputtered as if I’d inhaled a bumblebee.
“Howdy there, neighbor.” She offered a delicate, well-manicured hand.
“I’m Lexi.” Her painted fingernails matched the pink shade of her lipstick both complimenting her ivory complexion and the long blonde hair that cascaded past her waist and brushed her backside. I opened the door wider, gently shooed the dogs back, and stepped out onto the porch. The sun, well into its descent towards the horizon, provided the perfect backdrop for her exquisite beauty.
“Dane,” I managed. The scripted pink letters across the front of her sheer, white belly shirt drew my gaze to her cleavage. I hoped my lips hadn’t formed the word wow, gazing at a deep vee neckline showing enough of her voluptuous breasts to whet my appetite. It was difficult, but I made a conscious effort to put my tongue back inside my mouth.
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