I now have a Readers Group on Facebook and you’re very welcome to join >>
I’m currently running a lucky draw for French Kissing Audible codes, so do come over and have a look (and join in the GIF fun!)
I hope to see you there!
Lesbian fiction
I now have a Readers Group on Facebook and you’re very welcome to join >>
I’m currently running a lucky draw for French Kissing Audible codes, so do come over and have a look (and join in the GIF fun!)
I hope to see you there!
UPDATE: THE GIVEAWAY HAS ENDED AND THE WINNER HAS BEEN DRAWN AND NOTIFIED.
Giveaway time! I’m giving away 5 lesbian fiction books (paperback). Some of them are from my personal collection (so second-hand and avidly read) and some of them are brand new. Here’s what I’ve put together:
I’ve spent the afternoon setting up a plugin on my blog to make this giveaway (hopefully) run smoothly. If it works well, I’ll be doing more of these. The idea is that for a chance to win the stack of paperbacks, you subscribe to my mailing list. Yes, you can still enter the giveaway if you’re already subscribed. I’ll remove duplicates after the contest has ended so you won’t receive my newsletters twice.
Once you’ve entered the giveaway, you can increase your chances of winning by sharing the link to the giveaway. You can do so automatically on Twitter and Google+ with the buttons below, for Facebook and other social media, you’ll need to copy/paste your own ‘lucky URL’. Don’t worry, this is not compulsory, but it does triple your chance to win.
Good luck!
[contestfriend contest=”3895″]
My turn on the Best Lesbian Erotica 20th Anniversary Blog Tour! You can rest assured I’ve been waiting for this day for a loooong time! 😉 First of all, having one of my stories included in a volume of Best Lesbian Erotica is a dream come true and I’m so proud of having made the cut and, secondly, my story ‘Reunion Tour’ is, to this day, and in my humble opinion, the best short story I’ve written.
It’s the only story I’ve written in 2nd person POV so far and while doing so, I was shamelessly picturing Debbie Harry lusting after a much younger female lead singer. (This story appeared first in the Ladylit mini-anthology Cougars and we all know how I feel about older women…) 😉 To sum it up, ‘Reunion Tour’ contains three of my very favourite things: music, a May/December affair and a healthy dose of spanking. (I’m a simple girl at heart.) 😉
Before I leave you with an excerpt, this blog post comes with a giveaway! All you have to do is leave a comment and you’ll have a chance to win a copy of Best Lesbian Erotica. This can be a comment on this blog post (do say hello) or on any of the other blog tour contributors’ websites. Leave the comment before 27 February. The winner will be announced on 5 March. Good luck!
Meanwhile, you can get Best Lesbian Erotica from these retailers:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon CA
Amazon AUS
Amazon DE
Barnes & Noble
Kobo
iTunes US
iTunes UK
Add it to your Goodreads shelf >>
Excerpt
You’re a cocky little thing up there. The way you wriggle your ass—I can’t wait to stripe it with my belt. I watch you from the side of the stage. If this were a festival in Europe, my band would be headlining, but here in our home country, yours gets the number one spot. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t smart a little. I may have to take that out on you as well. It’s a win-win, really, the way you bat your lashes—your head twisted up to me—when my hand comes down on your flesh, always defying me to give more. And, when it comes to you, I never fail to have more to give.
You shimmy to the edge of the stage, lifting your arms high above your head, giving your fans—and me—a glimpse of your pale, taut belly and the little silver ring driven into the delicate skin above your belly-button.
“No one will know what it means,” I said when I arranged for Lisa to administer the piercing. “Only the two of us.” Now, every time you flash it, every single time you bare this glittering symbol of whatever we have between us for the world to see, something pierces me, too. A wave of something I don’t wish to define washes over me. I’m old enough to recognize it instantly, but still foolish enough to deny it.
Because you drive me crazy, make me feel things I haven’t felt in years. Not even taking the stage again, after a nine year hiatus, flanked by Tommy and Matthew and Sam, my brothers in arms since 1981, affected me in the same way as the first time I saw that glint in your eyes. All it took was one glance, and I knew.
You flick your head to the right, momentarily pinning your eyes on me, and the whole motion thunders through me, leaves my panties drenched. Speaking of, you’re wearing a pair of mine underneath those leather trousers—the ones that hug your ass so sublimely I need to catch my breath every time you present your back to me on the stage.
“Please allow me to present to you the next big thing,” my manager said. “The Harriettes.” You were obviously their leader, the way you hung back a bit—the way I learned to do all those years ago—to allow the others to shine during moments of lesser importance, like being introduced to a band long past its prime.
“Oh my god,” your bass player giggled. “We are such huge fans. You are our biggest inspiration.” It sounded a bit rehearsed, what with her not even being born yet the year we broke through. You appeared smarter, more composed, shrouded in that cool sort of silence that no one can take issue with.
When we shook hands, though, I detected the slightest hint of sweat on your palm, and when you met my gaze, I knew. I’m old enough to know.
You take your first of many faux-modest bows. After five months on the road, I know your routine by heart. I can only imagine the adrenalin coursing through your blood right now. Not that it doesn’t still happen to me, but the years have taken away the highest highs. I’ve learned to put it all into perspective more, to see the long-run—the end game. But I hope you’re enjoying this moment, because it truly is glorious. Unencumbered by self-consciousness, lifted up by the incessant roar of the thousands of people in front of you, that one moment you sang and strutted your ass off for the past forty-five minutes. The higher your high, the more you’ll want me after.
Enjoy! (And don’t forget the giveaway!)
I finished revising French Kissing: Season Three yesterday and, I swear to God, I had a few tears rolling down my cheeks as I went over the very last chapter of the very last season. It’s a very climactic, emotional chapter for sure, but I’m not really in the habit of making myself cry by reading my own writing. 😉 No, I cried (a little) because I realized this was The End for those characters that I’ve created and have come to love so much. Writing French Kissing wasn’t always easy, but it’s always been thrilling and it exercised my dramatic muscle greatly! 😉
It’s another month until the new season is released, but I’m officially starting the French Kissing Madness now! 😉 To kick things off, I’m trying something new on Facebook. I’m giving away a set of 2 signed paperbacks of season 1 and 2 and here’s how you can enter the giveaway:
(1) Head on over to my Facebook page and Like it: facebook.com/HarperBliss/
(2) Share the post about the giveaway
I’ll pick a winner on Monday. This giveaway is open to anyone, anywhere. Good luck!
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