Zane, the queen of erotic fiction and publisher of Strebor Books, an imprint of Atria Books/Simon & Schuster, presents the second in a series of collections of great erotic fiction. Based on the Featured Erotica section of her website, Eroticanoir.com, which gets more than three million hits a year from around the world, these sensual tales, handpicked by Zane, are sure to please her fans.
These stories are written specifically with both African-American and Latino readers in mind, but they are for all people because as Zane always states: "Sensuality is universal." Among the contributors are names already familiar to readers of erotica, such as Tracee A. Hanna, Teresa Lamai, Michelle De Leon, Naleighna Kai, William Fredrick Cooper, and, of course, Zane -- as well as emerging voices, such as Pat Tucker, James W. Lewis, and Nikki Sinclair.
Zane always selects stories that turn her on, and she guarantees they will turn you on, also. These storytellers take risks. The stories are unique and creative. The contributors to this book are great at what they do -- making readers hot.
A todos los amantes del mundo.
No importa el color de su piel, la pasión es universal.
To all the lovers in the world.
No matter what your skin color, passion is universal.
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August 22, 2006
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Excerpt from Zane's Caramel Flava by Zane
Tiara, a single, lovely, caramel-complexioned Venezuelan American, accepted an invitation to a masquerade party. She dressed in an all-white nurse costume: hat, corset, miniskirt, thigh highs, garter, and high-heeled shoes, with a stethoscope around her neck and a medical bag as her purse. Upon arriving at the party she was greeted by a handsome man, dressed in black slacks and a black mask. His muscular chest, magnificent arms, and his feet, were bare.
"Hello, may I see your invitation, please?" the usher asked. Tiara handed him her invitation. "This is a masquerade party. Everyone must be masked at all times," the usher said as he helped her put on a satiny white eye mask. He whispered in her ear, "Remember the rules tonight: no names, no business talk. Have fun and try the punch; it's delicious." He opened the double doors to the ballroom. The massive room was filled with masked people wearing beautiful costumes. "You are at table three. Follow me." He escorted Tiara to her seat.
"Thank you," she responded, smiling as she followed the sexy usher.
As Tiara walked through the ballroom she noticed, in the corner to her left, a table holding flutes filled with champagne; wineglasses filled with white, red, and blush wines; and goblets filled with an exotic punch (spiked with herbal aphrodisiacs). There was also a full-service wet bar for everyone's convenience. The dance floor was, to her right, filled with people moving their bodies to the beat. In the middle were several tables covered with white linen. Just beyond the tables was a host of people standing in small groups talking.
"Enjoy your evening," the usher said before taking his leave.
Just as she was taking her seat a waiter walked up to her with a tray full of drinks.
"Would you like a drink, ma'am?"
"Yes, thank you."
"I have champagne, wine, and punch or, if you'd like, I can bring you something from the bar."
"I'll try the punch, please." He placed the glass of punch on the table. "Thank you."
Tiara sat, people watching, as she sipped her punch.
"May I have this dance?" asked a portly man dressed as a sultan.
"Yes." As they danced, she asked, "What should I call you tonight?"
"You may call me Sultan. I believe that I am the only one here." He kissed the back of Tiara's hand. "You are a beautiful, sweet, toffee Latina. What should I call you, dear lady?"