New Release - Vegas Babes: The Complete Series - by Lisabet Sarai #erotica #bdsm #polyamory

New Release!

Vegas Babes: The Complete Series Boxed Set

by 

Lisabet Sarai

Introduction by Larry Archer

Humorous, Explicit Bisexual Erotica

180,000 words, 171 pages

Amazon KDP

ASIN: B0852RXW6X

Boxed Set

Trust the ladies of Las Vegas to show you a good time.

About the Series

Meet the Vegas Babes—lusty ladies eager for new carnal adventures. Technically virginal Francesca celebrates her wedding eve with a scandalous performance at a Vegas strip club. Classy Ivy League grad Laura discovers her inner slut with the help of an entire Scottish rugby team. Red-headed Annie and her well-hung accountant hubby provide a sex-drenched Sin City education for their gorgeous coed neighbors. Pure, untouched Patricia wages a guerrilla campaign against kink but finds herself captive in a Dom’s web of desire.

Then there’s hot mama Chantal, elegant Domme Professor Inez, bossy MILF Giulia, voluptuous she-male Rosa, dirty little old lady Althea —you don’t have to be sweet young thing to be a babe! Venture into a world of exuberant sexual excess and open-minded romance, where no fantasy is too wild to explore and  everyone gets a thrilling, sticky happy ending.

This boxed set collects the complete five book Vegas Babes series, and includes a lively introduction by Larry Archer, creator of The Fox’s Den.

Hot Brides in Vegas

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torelli’s tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out to explore the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia. Frustrated, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own at The Fox’s Den.

More Brides in Vegas

Tying the knot — with no strings attached!

Annie and Ted are getting married, and they’ve invited all their friends from The Fox’s Den Amateur Night to the party. Taking over a vintage eighties motel with a courtyard and pool for their private function, the bride and groom expect a certain amount of carnal excess. Still, nobody’s prepared for the sexual free-for-all that breaks loose.  As the wedding guests act out their secret fantasies, they push the limits of both lust and love. Finally arriving at the altar, after an exhausting, arousing twenty four hours, Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to mean tying themselves down.

Sin City Sweethearts

Welcome to Las Vegas—leave your inhibitions at the city limits.

Annie and Ted are typical newlyweds—just a bit more open-minded about sex than most couples. When a pair of gorgeous, innocent undergraduates moves in to the apartment downstairs, Ted and Annie decide to educate the sisters about the carnal delights of Sin City. Marcie and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, eager to indulge their voracious appetites with an ever-widening circle of intimate partners.

Valentine’s Visit: Four-way Friend Swap

Jake and Fran and Ted and Annie celebrate Valentine’s Day—Vegas style!

When Jake and Fran are invited to Las Vegas spend Valentine’s weekend with Jake’s old friend Ted and his curvaceous ginger-haired wife, they’re not sure what to expect. The last time they saw Ted and Annie, at the Vegas couple’s pre-wedding stag party, the four of them had ended up in bed together. But maybe that was just a fluke. There’s only one way to find out.

Babes in Bondage

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. Plans for the Den’s first Kink Night quickly take shape. 

Virginal Patricia Hastings leads the Anti-Porn Brigade in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the anything-but-vanilla strip club - if only she can resist her own secret craving for surrender.

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Introduction - I Didn’t Plan It This Way - by Lisabet Sarai

Conventional wisdom and statistics suggest that books in a series tend to sell better than standalone titles. This makes sense; once an author gets readers hooked on a fictional world or a set of characters, they’ll buy new series volumes because they want more of what they enjoyed before. You only have to convince a reader once, rather than woo them anew for every book.

Nevertheless, until recently, I haven’t had much success writing a series or even a sequel. I’ve tried. I’ve left some plot points unresolved. I’ve pondered my secondary characters. I’ve even outlined a series or two. I found I just couldn’t do it.

Somehow, when I’d finally typed “The End”, I felt that I didn’t have more to say. My characters had achieved their HEA, the conflicts had mostly been resolved, it was time to move on to something different.

Then, back in 2017, as something of a lark (and egged on by my colleague Larry Archer), I decided to try writing stroke erotica. I wrote Hot Brides in Vegas in record time (for me...). To my great surprise, almost as soon as the book came out, I had ideas for a sequel. The characters in Hot Brides wanted more time to play. Plus I had so enjoyed the no-holds-barred, over-the-top fun of writing the first book, I wanted to do it again. So I wrote a second volume of what I decided to call  the“Vegas Babes” series, More Brides in Vegas. More Brides takes place about six months after Hot Brides. There’s an overlap in characters and setting with the first book. More important, it’s equally outrageous in its action—if not more so! That’s one problem with a series. You’ve got to maintain the intensity, to hold the reader’s attention. To be honest, I think I managed quite well in this regard.

Next came Vegas Babes 3, Sin City Sweethearts. The book follows the previous one in time and reprises some of the same characters (including some cameo appearances from Book 1). It’s longer than the first two (guess I had more ideas!), but it’s as wild, as hot and as funny.

Every time I thought I was done, the inspiration kept flowing. Wanting a release for Valentine’s Day, 2019, I wrote Vegas Babes 4, Valentine’s Visit, in less than two weeks. As appropriate for the holiday, it’s a bit more romantic than the previous volumes, but with both FF and MM scenes (as well as a four-way mènage) it might well be the most sexually adventurous volume in the series. Well, at least until I brought out Babes in Bondage, which offers paddlings, spankings, shibari, nipple clamps and lots of other kinky stuff...

Anyway, I think I’m finally done with the babes... at least done enough to pull the whole series into a single boxed set, a lusciously long saga of sexual excess. The book hits the shelves on the 29^th of February. I hope you’ll check it out.

Meanwhile, now that I’ve figured out how to write a series, I’ve started working on a new one!

X-rated Excerpt

Lesbian - from Valentine’s Visit

Annie dropped one hand to Fran’s crotch, still fondling her tits with the other. She found the leggings completely soaked. “You’re such a horny girl,” she murmured. She stroked her finger along the damp seam of the garment, following the line of Fran’s cleft. Franny squirmed in response. “I’ll bet I can get you off just by rubbing your through your clothes, without touching your bare skin at all.”

Fran was clearly naked under the leggings. Annie easily found the ridges of her lower lips and the swollen node where they met. She rocked Fran’s clit back and forth with her thumb, while pressing her fingers into the crevice between. Meanwhile, she continued to pinch and tug one engorged nipple.

“Oh, Annie!” The dark-haired creature leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wide, shamelessly begging for more stimulation. “Put your hand in my pants. Touch my pussy. Please, Annie!”

“No way. I’m going to make you come like this. Just the friction and the pressure. The way Jake probably got you off when you were still a virgin…”

She could have wormed her hand under Franny’s waistband of course, could have brushed her fingers over the raw flesh and probed her slippery cleft, but somehow this was more arousing. More of a challenge, too.

Releasing her hold on the other woman’s breast, Annie applied both hands to her task. With her right, she circled the girl’s increasingly prominent clit, occasionally adding a light pinch. Meanwhile she pushed three fingers of her left into Fran’s pussy-hole, fighting the resistance of the drenched fabric barrier. She thrust in a steady rhythm, penetrating more deeply as the leggings stretched more and more.

Franny collapsed backward onto the bench, moaning non-stop, her thighs gaping as she humped Annie’s fingers. They were far enough inside now that Annie could bend them a bit. She felt the strain in the material as she groped blindly for Fran’s G-spot. She couldn’t reach it, not yet. She pushed harder, determined to repay her friend for the pleasure she’d recently experienced herself.

Spandex doesn’t tear, but all at once, the seam gave way. Instead of rough fabric, Annie felt the slickness of bare pussy-flesh. She forced her fingers through the widening gap to plunge deep into Fran’s cunt, hooking upward to graze the secret bundle of nerves near the front. Simultaneously, she thumbed the girl’s clit.

With a keening cry, Francesca came. Her cunt muscles clamped down on Annie’s invading fingers. Her hips bucked and her arms flailed. Fresh liquid poured from her crotch, turning her ruined leggings into a sodden mess.

Annie’s sex clenched in sympathy as she continued to stroke Fran’s quivering pussy. Her breath came in shallow pants, as though she’d been running a race. She realized she was pretty close to coming herself, just from vicarious arousal.

So when Francesca lunged for her, gave her a pussy-flavored kiss, and slipped her hand between Annie’s legs to flick at her clit, she exploded. Stars whirled around her head, like in some cartoon.

Waves of pleasure flooded out from her center. She closed her eyes and rode them into the darkness.

Fran was licking up the juices from her thighs when Annie regained her senses. It felt divine. But what about the guys? She realized she’d totally forgotten about Ted and Jake.

They hadn’t moved from their chairs, but they’d made themselves more comfortable as they enjoyed the girls’ erotic performance. Ted’s cock reared up from his lap, enormous and swollen. He jerked at it, his rhythm fierce and irregular, eyes half-closed and teeth clenched. Annie knew from experience he was close to coming.

Jake had his dick out, too. He squeezed it hard with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. He seemed more leisurely in his masturbation than her husband, further from the edge. But when her eyes met his, he yelled, and a fountain of cum spurted from his rod, all over his lap. That kicked off Ted’s orgasm. Her husband’s spunk arced up to spatter the tiled balcony floor.

Franny pulled her into another soul kiss. Annie opened to her tongue, meanwhile wriggling her fingers back into her girlfriend’s hole.  Fran moaned. Annie nibbled at the woman’s lips, her eyes locked to Jake’s. Jake watched hungrily as Annie frigged his wife.

Ted, however, had his eyes on Jake’s cock, which was hardening again even as it still dribbled cum.

Annie knew what he was thinking. Her husband was still coming to terms with his bisexual nature. Of course, Jake was probably one hundred percent straight. Still, the weekend might turn out to be even more—interesting— than they’d expected.

About Lisabet

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