With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay.

With the right opponent, even Scrabble can be foreplay.

Thanks for visiting today! The amazingly talented Lisabet Sarai is here to share a teaser from her new release, a sizzling gay romance. If you’re a fan of M/M books, especially ones with BDSM, you can’t miss this one. Enjoy, and grab your copy today.

16,700 words, 65 pages

Smashwords and Amazon KDP

ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005046934

ASIN: B08VRVVYZG


Blurb

Matt was supposed to be just a hot hook-up. Then he turned on the charm and brought out the bondage gear.


Jason Hofstadter comes to the Four States Tournament for two reasons: to play Scrabble and to get laid. Every year he’s managed to score with one of the other guys attending. He figures that he’s hit the jackpot when he spots handsome, bookish Matt Sawyer, who’s competing for the first time.

Available on Amazon

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Kobo –  https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/playing-to-score

Add on Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56935995-playing-to-score

X-rated Excerpt

The elevator doors had scarcely closed before Matt was on him, arms like steel bands locked around Jason’s body. Matt’s mouth was hard and demanding, not at all what Jason expected. His tongue pried Jason’s lips apart and plunged inside. Hands roamed down Jason’s back to grip the swell of his butt. Strong fingers dug into his flesh, pulling his hips against the stony lump in Matt’s crotch. Friction sent white-hot jets of pleasure sizzling up his spine.

He tasted the berry-flavored residue of Matt’s wine. He smelled the rich funk of dried sweat from their afternoon jaunt. He clutched at Matt’s shirt, pulling it up so he could slide his hands over the contours of the other man’s naked back, smooth as sun-warmed marble.

Matt pushed him against the mirrored wall, releasing his mouth to lick a path down his neck to the hollow of his throat. Jason sucked in his breath as Matt pinched his nipple. A star of green pain bloomed then ripened to golden delight. Matt ground his erection against Jason’s thigh, his own thigh pressed firmly between Jason’s legs. Jason’s dick pulsed helplessly against the hard limb that held it captive.

His eyes fluttered open. He glimpsed their reflection in the opposite mirror, over Matt’s shoulder. Matt’s head bent to Jason’s chest, suckling him through his shirt. Jason’s hands were buried in Matt’s loose jeans, stroking the boy’s silky butt. Their bodies squirmed in slow motion as each tortured the other’s trapped penis. It was beautiful and obscene.

The lift chimed as it reached Jason’s floor. The doors slid open. They tumbled out, hands still tangled in each other’s clothing. The corridor appeared to be empty—hopefully, everyone was down in the ballroom, listening to speeches, watching videos of last year’s highlights.  Matt caught Jason again, halfway down the hall, flattening him against some stranger’s door and claiming his mouth.

“Wait—Matt, hold on, just a second…” Matt stole his breath. Jason couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He was ready to explode.  He struggled out from underneath the younger man’s weight and half-dragged Matt down to his room at the end of the hall.

He fumbled for his wallet in the pocket of his tight jeans, every motion transmitted to his aching dick. He managed to extract the key card, while Matt circled Jason’s waist from behind and rubbed his cock up and down Jason’s crack. Jason’s hand trembled as he tried to slide the card into the slot.

The light remained red. “Matt, please! I can’t do this…” Matt reached down between Jason’s legs, stroking then squeezing. “Damn it, Matt!” Jason protested, weak from the pleasure that shimmered through him.

Finally, the LED turned green. Jason wrenched himself from Matt’s grasp and pushed the handle. The door swung inward. The two men fell into the room and collapsed onto the bed.

“Got—to get you—naked,” Matt panted, tearing at Jason’s clothing. In an instant, Jason’s fly was open and his cock was blissfully, ecstatically free. The next instant, wet heat engulfed him as Matt swallowed him whole.

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

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