Wednesday, May 30, 2012

In-Depth Interview with Erotica Author Leslie Lee Sanders

I was recently invited to partake in an interview for Nymph Du Pave's blog. I answered questions about writing and a few personal questions too. I give a little advice for other writers, and open up about how, for me, writing is an addiction. Talking about my WIPs and latest releases was exciting as well! This is one of the most honest, in depth interviews I've ever done. Please, stop by and take a peek. Leave a comment if you like on either post! :))

Friday, May 25, 2012

Featured Author: K. Ford K. and The Concubine's Gift

How K. Ford K. Came to Write The Concubine’s Gift
What if a timid, sexually-inhibited woman suddenly developed the psychic ability to see what everyone else needed to be blissfully happy in bed? And what if she started blurting out sexual advice against her will? That thought was the seed for my new novel, The Concubine’s Gift and the poor, long-suffering character of Bernice Babbitt was born.

After I had the main character and had researched the concubine trade in Hong Kong, I developed the idea of an antique makeup case that had, at one time, belonged to the most successful concubine in Hong Kong. Inside the makeup case was a jar of face powder with magical properties, the secret to the concubine’s success. When Bernice buys the case, it becomes her Pandora’s Box and her downfall!

At first, I couldn’t decide where to begin the novel so I wrote the middle and the end. But then I remembered an abandoned whorehouse in my hometown in Colorado and decided to use its colorful history. I created a fictitious town for Bernice Babbitt called Valentine, Nevada (not too surprisingly, it looks just like my hometown) and started the novel there.

The reactions to The Concubine’s Gift have been very positive with readers laughing all the way through. A few people have been shocked that I wrote such a sexy novel. Luckily, most people seem to understand that The Concubine’s Gift is a very positive novel. What I would like readers to gain is the idea that sex is a positive, happy part of a normal adult life. The novel is also very non-judgmental towards sex. What is healthy and fulfilling sex for one person may be very different for someone else, as Bernice Babbitt learns all too well!


The Concubine’s Gift
by K. Ford K.

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Bernice Babbitt, a sexually inhibited, thirty-nine-year-old woman, leads a peaceful life in the tiny resort town of Valentine, Nevada. Living only two miles from the famed bordello, The Honey Bunny Ranch, she can’t imagine what goes on inside its closed doors.

Things begin to change when Bernice buys an old, black-lacquer makeup case in an antique shop. The case once belonged to Blissful Night, the most famous and powerful concubine in Hong Kong. According to legend, Blissful Night could give a man more pleasure in one night than he would have experienced in an entire lifetime.

Inside the makeup case, Bernice discovers a forgotten jar of face powder with magical properties, the secret to Blissful Night’s success. Thinking the face powder is an herbal concoction that will beautify her skin, Bernice begins to use it, only to find that the powder causes her to see visions of other people’s sex lives.

Bernice is horrified to discover that the only way she can rid herself of the visions is to blurt out sexual advice. Soon the entire town is in an uproar. But it isn’t until she learns more about Blissful Night’s past that she knows what she must do. The Concubine’s Gift is a delightfully sexy novel in which Bernice is drawn into a seductive world she never knew existed. A provocative and entertaining Pandora’s Box of a tale!

Mrs. Lin’s latest find was an antique black lacquered make-up case that had been the prized possession of Blissful Night, the most famous concubine in Hong Kong.

Mrs. Lin, who sold her antiques with the flare of a circus ringmaster, held the make-up case up so that it caught the light. She took her time opening the tiny lacquered drawers. Each one was decorated with a single symbol: a peony, a lantern and double dark butterflies that Mrs. Lin assured Bernice were actually good luck bats. The last drawer was hopelessly glued shut with the natural swelling of time and humidity. On the bottom of the case was a mythological golden songbird in flight. Inside, the drawers were lacquered bright red and unlike the black lacquer outside, the red showed no signs of age or fading. It gleamed as wet as the day it was first crafted.

Mrs. Lin leaned closer to Bernice and almost whispered in her ear. “I can’t believe my good fortune in attaining this treasure. My cousin in Hong Kong bought it from the concubine’s only granddaughter, a wealthy woman by the name of Elizabeth Chan. She doesn’t want to own anything that reminds her of her grandmother’s lowly status as a concubine, something she considers the shame of her family. Everything is being sold quietly outside of Hong Kong.”

“Do you know the concubine’s story?” Bernice asked. To Bernice this was not an idle question for she savored the antique stories more than the objects themselves.

Mrs. Lin, who loved Bernice’s almost insatiable curiosity, smiled. “Of course, I know the story.”

“Why is this last drawer stuck? Can we get it open?” Bernice asked.

“You can try to pry it open but it might damage the make-up case. Elizabeth Chan had the whole case X-rayed just to be sure her grandmother didn’t hide any money or jewels in the drawer. Most concubines in the old days were from very poor families and whenever they got a little money or jewelry they were famous for squirreling it away in odd places for safe-keeping. But the X-ray revealed nothing but a squat wooden jar stuck inside. It’s probably just some old makeup since that is what she usually kept in this case.”

Bernice examined the stuck drawer as Mrs. Lin told the story.

“The concubine’s original name was a very inauspicious one. Peony was the name her family gave her. But they couldn’t have thought very highly of their little daughter for they sold her to a rich man who was well over fifty when she was only thirteen. Poor little Peony has a very strange history. But it’s late and you probably don’t have time to hear it now.”

“Oh, but I do,” Bernice said.

Mrs. Lin opened the lid to reveal a mirror that was gilded with age. “After Peony became a concubine, complete with the newly-elevated social position of belonging to a rich family instead of a poor one, her patron changed her name to Blissful Night. Blissful Night, a woman who was not famed for her beauty but for something even more precious, looked at herself in this mirror as she applied make-up before entertaining her patron who would be more like a husband to her than any other man. Women used herbal, almost magical makeup in those days. It enhanced the beauty of the skin instead of covering it, but no one remembers how to make that kind of thing anymore.”

Bernice squinted at her own round Germanic face in the mirror. The make-up case had an odd smell, like old roots, half-dried flowers and the medicinal incense of superstitious grandmothers. “Why was the concubine famous?” Bernice asked.

“Blissful Night was famous because she knew what her lovers wanted in bed better than they did.”

Bernice giggled and blushed, a reaction that Mrs. Lin was accustomed to and that usually meant the sale was almost closed. “Wasn’t she afraid of what others would think of her?” Bernice asked.
“I don’t think Blissful Night was ashamed of anything,” Mrs. Lin said.



-Author Bio: Childhood memories that ended up in the novel.

Part of my childhood was spent in a Colorado mining town that had seen better days. Abandoned buildings were everywhere, left over from the gold and silver rush days. In the summer time, I walked to the swimming pool every day with my friends. As we walked, we sang pop songs girl-group style. We were always in search of an adventure such as taking turns almost drowning in the river (accidentally, of course) or trespassing into abandoned buildings where the floor boards could give way any second and send us to our death. If we were feeling really brave we might see who could walk the farthest into an abandoned mine before running back outside to safety. I was definitely not the winner at this game. Dark, creepy mines full of hidden shafts and rotting timbers terrified me.

To get to the pool, we took back alleys where there were even more abandoned buildings than on the main streets. One building in particular had been locked up tight. Whoever had left the building didn't want anyone to go in it ever again. But the boards, nails and locks that had been put on the building long before I was born were no match for the dry rot that summer. It caused the entire front of the building to fall right off and into the dusty yard.

From then on the building was open like a dolls house and my friends and I were fascinated. On the first floor was a stage with wine red velvet curtains and painted backdrops. There were tables with chairs stacked on top of them as if they had just cleaned the floors and were ready to open again the next day. Upstairs there were twenty tiny rooms, each one with a small iron bed frame and room for little else.

Of course we climbed inside and danced on the stage. We went up the dangerously rickety staircase too but each of the twenty rooms was locked up tight. We loved the stage so we played there often. Then one day an elderly neighbor walked by. “This was The Cribs. It was called that because of all the tiny rooms,” she said. “Lots of young women worked here in the old days. They sang and danced every night for their customers. You could hear the music all over town.”

“What happened to them?” I asked.

She just shook her head. “I don't know. A few of them stayed and married. I don't know about the rest.”

I had forgotten about the Cribs until I started writing The Concubine's Gift. Suddenly the Cribs came back to life and I created a whole town around it called Valentine, Nevada. The town lives and breathes in the pages of my novel, and so does The Cribs, the abandoned whore house at the end of town.

K. Ford K. now lives and writes in Hawaii.

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Hop Against Homophobia Winner Selected!

Congrats to kimberlyFDR!

You've been randomly selected to win a copy of my latest release, Tongue Tied, for participating in the Hop Against Homophobia contest!

Huge thanks to all the commenters for leaving your thoughts on the post In Honor of International Day Against Homophobia! Let's continue to spread the word against homophobia.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

In Honor of International Day Against Homophobia

Hop Against Homophobia is an attempt by over 250 MM authors, reviewers and publishers to stand together and create awareness of homophobia. Below is a personal story I'd like to share to honor this day.

As a young girl, I had always looked down upon discriminating against someone for being something they couldn't control, like: black, female, handicapped or gay. Discrimination had always been something I stood against. I think it had something to do with me being an African American female, and understanding the bumpy road we travelled through America's history to present day.  

I raised my two girls to respect people for who they are and to only judge how people treat others including my girls themselves.

So, you can imagine the shock and horror I experienced when my teenager told me she thought gays were "creepy." This attitude came about from an entry she discovered in her best friend's diary. Her friend apparently wrote about a crush she had on my daughter and it freaked her out.

This led to a lengthy argument conversation about homosexuality. My concerns were that she would lose a good friend over a secret she shouldn't have even known. She admits her friend hadn't tried anything inappropriate, her friend had never acted differently or weird around her, but finding out the secret was enough to keep my daughter from wanting to be around her friend anymore.

It saddened me. It was an insignificant reason to lose a friend over, I thought.

However, after talking with my daughter some more, I've come to realize how young and innocent her mind really is. She's just afraid of what she doesn't understand. No one can tell her what to think or how to feel. Besides, it took a few days for her initial shock to wear off and now her and her friend are the best friends they always were. Hopefully, with time and experience she will grow up to be the more tolerant, understanding, and compassionate woman I'm raising her to be.

Maybe she will grow to be against discriminating someone for being something they can't control. Especially when the only thing they have a hard time controlling is who they love.


In Honor of International Day Against Homophobia, I am giving away one free PDF copy of my latest MM & MMF erotic read, Tongue Tied, to one lucky commenter.
Tongue Tied

Ever since that little finger licking slipup during their "double dating" session, Dorian's tongue has been on Ryan's mind. If only Ryan had the courage to tell his friend what's been nagging at him. Maybe Dorian could help him verbalize what he so desperately wants. Maybe Dorian will give him even more than he asks for. 

All you have to do to enter for a chance to win is leave a comment on this post with your email, and a winner will be randomly chosen. The winner will be notified via email on May 20th when the contest ends. Entrants must be 18 years or older.

There are over 250 other sites participating in Hop Against Homophobia 2012, so be sure to check them out here:

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Tongue Tied by Leslie Lee Sanders Available for Pre-order!

Tongue Tied
by Leslie Lee Sanders
Available May 18th 2012
Pre-order now from All Romance eBooks
Genre: Erotica
Tags: MM, MFM, Menage, Thressome, Interracial, Short story
Word count: 11,000

Ever since that little finger licking slipup during their "double dating" session, Dorian's tongue has been on Ryan's mind. If only Ryan had the courage to tell his friend what's been nagging at him. Maybe Dorian could help him verbalize what he so desperately wants. Maybe Dorian will give him even more than he asks for. 


“Julie? Julie Johnson?" Dorian shook his blond head and scoffed. "Katelyn was hotter than Julie. Julie didn’t even like to kiss which was—"

“Pretty prude if you ask me."

Dorian chuckled. "I was gonna say weird but prude is probably a better word to describe her."

An awkward silence permeated the room. Ryan wasn’t sure if he should bring up the finger licking incident from the night before or if Dorian was going to mention it and attempt to explain it in some sort of weird excuse.

Dorian glanced down at Ryan’s crotch. Ryan noticed how it took his friend an extra second to look away.

"Man, Katelyn was so sexy last night. When I was inside her, I came almost instantly." Dorian's chuckle was short. "I felt bad that I didn't make her come before I did."

"It happens to the best of us."

"Never happened before." Dorian poked Ryan's chest, grinning. "We usually make the ladies come at least twice before we do. I like for them to leave completely satisfied."

"Yeah, she really had me going." Ryan poured another shot. "That body. That ass!"

"Right." Dorian's eye cut to Ryan's crotch again. "You were definitely into it." The grin on Dorian's face made Ryan wonder. Could Dorian tell that he was hard … for him? "Are you gonna offer me a shot or what?" Dorian hopped down from where he sat on the counter. "Sure looks good."

The flirtatious way those last words slipped from Dorian's lips made Ryan look up just in time to witness Dorian slowly slide his tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other. Ryan gulped, swallowing hard enough for anyone standing as close as Dorian was to hear it. "Yeah, sure." He cleared his throat. "You want lime with that?" he asked as he offered the glass.

“Yep, but no salt." Dorian picked up the wedge of lime from the counter and took the shot glass in hand. "Here we go," he said playfully and winked. He drank the warm liquor and quickly followed it with a bite into the flesh of the lime. He swallowed then laughed as a mixture of lime juice and tequila dripped down his smooth-looking, shaven chin.

How weird would it be to pull Dorian against him and lick the stray juice from his skin? How would Dorian react to that kind of blatant gesture? The way he had looked at his crotch a beat too long, followed it with a "Sure looks good," and a lick of his lips gave Ryan confidence. Suddenly licking the stray juice from his friend's lips and chin might not be so weird after all.

“What?" Dorian asked through his laughter while he wiped the stray juice with the back of his hand. "Why're you looking at me like that?"

“Like what?" Ryan looked away sheepishly. Any confidence vanished. He quickly glanced at his friend's full lips just to look away again. Damn, now he was acting prude.

Pre-order Tongue Tied today and get 23% off!

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Friday, May 4, 2012

Featured Author: Laci Paige Talks Truckin'

Available May 8, 2012
Hello! Before I start rambling on, I want to thank Leslie for having me as a guest today! Thank you, Leslie!!!

May 8th my debut erotic-romantic novella, Let’s Keep On Truckin’ will be released. I’m very excited for everyone to meet Lily, Alex and Ryder.

What prompted me to write this story? Last year I won an eBook novella from a contest Decadent Publishing held, and I won. I was gifted an erotic tale. After reading it, I decided that, “Hey, I can write something like this.” Well, the story I wrote wasn’t exactly “like this”, but it is a story for adults. It was a fun story to write, and it wasn’t as simple as it seems. I submitted my story to Decadent and it was rejected the first time, but it was accepted after the second try, and then I still had to edit, edit, and edit some more.

How did I come up with the story? Well, my family likes to travel – a lot. We drive up and down East Coast USA to visit friends and family. On one particular day there were a lot of semi-trucks on the highway. My muse got to wondering if anyone ever met or hooked up with a trucker at a rest stop. It took a day to think it through, and a few more days to write up the first draft.

What’s really funny now? I can’t be on the highway without smiling at the big trucks. Oh, and forget about it when I see a truck with the name Ryder on it, or any variation of it, I really smile.  They must think I am a really happy traveler. Little do they know.

I’ve written a few more novellas which I would like to edit, edit and edit a little more on my own before I submit them to my publisher. Weird thing about those; I didn’t intend to do it on purpose, but the other stories revolve around transportation of some sort (limo, sailboat, plane). Hmm…Laci’s Transportation Series?

Readers, I really hope if you read my novella, and you like it, that you’ll send me some review love! Look for it on sale at and

Thanks again, Leslie, for having me!

<3 Laci

Let's Keep on Truckin'
by Laci Paige
BLURB: Lily loves traveling on her job since no one can do it better than her. Being out on the open road gives her plenty of time to reflect and avoid unwanted attention, but somehow it always finds her....

When she comes across Ryder, first at a grocery store, then at a rest stop, sexual desire sparks and she knew she had to have him. If only her ex hadn't shown up, igniting a fantasy she never thought possible.

Seeing Alex in a whole new light, Lily realizes second chances are in order, but will she have to choose between the two men? Or could she be happy with both?

EXCERPT: In the candy aisle, I felt someone looking at me. Turning my head, I gazed past a man standing near me. A very nice looking man, but I ignored him, or at least I tried to. His green eyes locked on mine. Warmth and tingles spread throughout my body causing my knees to go weak. The man’s face held sharp features, and his sultry lips rewarded me with a demure smile. I would’ve loved to feel them on mine. He stepped closer to me. My heart rate spiked. Nodding to the shelf in front of us, he focused in on something and reached for it. He stopped mid-reach, and our gazes met again. His arm lowered. I knew I couldn’t look away, and I had a feeling he couldn’t either. I bit my bottom lip, and I saw him take notice. He leaned in close to me, mouth parted to speak.

“Excuse me,” a voice requested. We stepped away from each other so the woman behind us could retrieve candy from the shelf. She sure took her time. Separated by the woman, I kept glancing over at the man. He, too, continued to gaze my way. There was something about him; he made something stir inside me.
Available for purchase from: & May 8th!
Laci Paige on the web!