{"id":9738,"date":"2023-01-13T01:05:10","date_gmt":"2023-01-13T06:05:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9738"},"modified":"2023-01-09T18:29:40","modified_gmt":"2023-01-09T23:29:40","slug":"dont-let-ideas-slip-away-lisabet-sarai-new-release-the-masters-mark-steampunk-menage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9738","title":{"rendered":"Don’t Let Ideas Slip Away – Lisabet Sarai – New Release – The Master\u2019s Mark #Steampunk #Menage"},"content":{"rendered":"

Don’t let ideas slip away<\/strong><\/p>\n

Blog posts and how-to books aimed at authors often recommend that we keep an idea notebook. \u201cCapture your inspirations when they\u2019re fresh,\u201d the pundits counsel. \u201cDon\u2019t let your ideas slip away.\u201d<\/p>\n

For many years, I\u2019ve followed this recommendation. Typically I keep the notebook next to my bed, so that I can jot down the details of dreams that contain the seed of a story. Also, I tend to be more relaxed at night. Sometimes I\u2019ll write a page or two, in longhand, before falling asleep.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not uncommon for me to be fired up, initially, when I come up with a new idea and write it down. When I review my scribbles a few days later, on the other hand, my enthusiasm may have cooled. What seemed like a brilliant premise in the heat of inspiration will strike me as hackneyed or boring. Still, it\u2019s there in the notebook, in case I change my mind.<\/p>\n

The concept for the Toymakers Guild series showed up in my notebook way back in 2010. At the time, I was writing \u2013 or trying to write \u2013 traditional romance for Totally Bound. My original vision of the Guild was quite close to the portrayal in the series, a secretive Victoria-era establishment located in a remote part of England and dedicated to the creation of steampunk sex toys. I knew I\u2019d have characters named Gillian, Amelia and Rafe, though I wasn\u2019t sure who they were. I even had the titles for the series volumes. However, I pictured the series as romance. Each book, I assumed, would focus on a different relationship between a different set of Toymakers. Each book would also deal with the creation of some outrageous sexual artifact for a particular client.<\/p>\n

I spent some time thinking about this, but I was busy with other books as well as real world responsibilities, and the momentum slipped away. One problem was that at that time I\u2019d never before been successful in writing a series. I wasn\u2019t confident I could maintain a fictional world over more than one book.<\/p>\n

Time passed. I gradually shifted to self-publishing and in the process away from classic romance. Without intending to, I wrote my very successful Vegas Babes erotica series. I started to understand the dynamics of series creation. And I saw that from a commercial perspective, series were the way to go.<\/p>\n

Then, late in 2019 I remembered the Toymakers. I dug out the old notebook and read the few pages I\u2019d penned back in 2010. And the creative juices began to flow.<\/p>\n

Three years later, I\u2019ve finally completed the Toymakers trilogy. It has diverged dramatically from my original vision, but still, the core concepts haven\u2019t really changed.<\/p>\n

If I hadn\u2019t captured those notes, I might well have forgotten about Gillian and her companions out on the Devon moors. I\u2019m grateful I listened to advice!<\/p>\n

\"\"The Master\u2019s Mark<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

The Toymakers Guild Book 3<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

By Lisabet Sarai<\/p>\n

Steampunk Erotica, MF, MM, FF, MFM, FMF, etcetera\u2026<\/p>\n

Smashwords and Amazon KDP<\/p>\n

ISBN (Smashwords): 9798215548370<\/p>\n

ASIN: ?B0BRHGN35L?<\/p>\n

How do you train a steampunk sexbot?<\/em><\/p>\n

Gillian Smith\u2019s promotion to journeyman proves she\u2019s ready to lead the Toymakers in producing astonishing new erotic artifacts. Creative, brilliant, and debauched, she\u2019ll stretch her capabilities to the limit as she juggles a talent shortage and a pair of jealous rivals. Then there\u2019s the challenge of their latest commission\u2014a life-sized programmable sex doll intended to replace a client\u2019s deceased paramour.<\/p>\n

Normally she would consult the enigmatic Master Toymaker, but he seems preoccupied with his own concerns. Though her lusty crew of sexual renegades can offer technical and carnal assistance, Gillian is ultimately responsible for delivering the promised, near-impossible technology.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s fortunate she\u2019s not one to give up\u2014not even when events threaten the Guild\u2019s very survival.<\/p>\n

Buy Links<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kinky Literature \u2013 https:\/\/www.kinkyliterature.com\/book\/976-the-masters-mark-the-toymakers-guild-book-3\/<\/u><\/p>\n

Amazon US \u2013 https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B0BRHGN35L<\/u><\/p>\n

Amazon UK \u2013 https:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/dp\/B0BRHGN35L<\/u><\/p>\n

Smashwords \u2013 https:\/\/www.smashwords.com\/books\/view\/1306694<\/u><\/p>\n

Barnes and Noble \u2013 https:\/\/www.barnesandnoble.com\/s\/2940165993299<\/u><\/p>\n

Kobo \u2013 https:\/\/www.kobo.com\/us\/en\/ebook\/the-master-s-mark-the-toymaker-s-guild-book-3<\/u><\/p>\n

Apple Books \u2013 https:\/\/books.apple.com\/us\/book\/x\/id6445290161<\/u><\/p>\n

Add on Goodreads \u2013 https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/75611538-the-master-s-mark<\/u><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Excerpt<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cAha! I knew you were no schoolteacher, Miss!\u201d<\/p>\n

The familiar voice jerked her back to the present. She looked up, startled, and her eyes connected with those of Jeremiah Manley. Without thinking, she covered the drawings with her arm in an attempt to hide them from his curious gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cEngineer Manley! How lovely to see you again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRight you are, Miss \u2013 Gillian, wasn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded and flashed him a smile, flattered that he\u2019d recalled her name. He looked every bit as attractive as he had upon their first meeting, taut and lean, brimming with life, seemingly ready to tumble into laughter at the slightest provocation. \u201cMy close friends call me Jill,\u201d she volunteered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell then, Jill!\u201d He reached out to lay a dark hand upon her sleeve, pushing gently to expose the hidden designs. \u201cAnd what have you here? Not some girl\u2019s spelling homework, I\u2019ll warrant.\u201d<\/p>\n

Warmth flowed from his palm, heating her own skin through the fabric of her dress. \u201cThat\u2019s none of your affair, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSir \u2013 that hardly sounds like the response of a close friend! Come now, let me see. I already caught a glimpse. I know they\u2019re blueprints, or something similar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a private commission,\u201d she replied, gathering the papers and slipping them into her satchel. \u201cWe\u2019ve promised the client complete confidentiality.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh! So who is \u2018we\u2019, Jill-who-is-not-a-schoolteacher? Indeed, who are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not at liberty to disclose that,\u201d she replied primly.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? Perhaps I can persuade you, Jill.\u201d He swung himself into the chair close beside her, earning scandalised stares from the other inhabitants of the Ladies\u2019 Lounge. She suddenly noticed that he was not wearing his uniform, though his grey tweed trousers and coat fit him equally well. Under the jacket he sported a blindingly white linen shirt without a cravat. The open neck exposed an enticing near-black triangle of bare skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to your uniform, Jeremiah? Are you not on duty?\u201d He wasn\u2019t touching her any more, but she still felt the heat, radiating from his all-too-close form. Her nipples beaded under her bodice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI resigned.\u201d His normal smile fled. The scowl that replaced it made him look unexpectedly dangerous. \u201cCouldn\u2019t endure that jackass Thomas any longer.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded. \u201cI\u2019d hate to work under such a boor, I agree. But to throw away such a solid position \u2013 second engineer on a fine vessel like the Invicta \u2013 are you certain that was wise?\u201d<\/p>\n

He shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m more clever and nimble than wise. Otherwise I wouldn\u2019t have survived this long.\u201d His clouded expression broke once more into a sunny grin and he settled a hand on hers. He leaned closer, so close that she caught a hint of his spicy scent, and spoke more softly. \u201cSo, Jill-who-is-not-a-schoolteacher \u2013 would you like a tour of the engine room?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her heart did a somersault in her chest. \u201cOh, yes! Please!\u201d She couldn\u2019t have said whether the offer or Jeremiah\u2019s proximity had more to do with her breathless excitement.<\/p>\n

He chuckled at her enthusiasm. \u201cWait just a few minutes, till we\u2019re tied up at the dock. Then I\u2019ll take you below. This is Invicta\u2019s last crossing for the day. The crew\u2019ll be busy filling her coal holds, so we won\u2019t be disturbed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut \u2013 I thought you were no longer employed\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

He held up a key. \u201cYou can never tell when you\u2019ll need to check the engine.\u201d His voice dropped to a near-whisper as he dropped it back into his coat pocket. \u201cI had thoughts of doing some damage, actually. Thomas would be responsible and it would serve him right. But I decided a clean break would be best.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was<\/em> wise,\u201d said Gillian with relief. He squeezed her hand, setting her pulse racing once again.<\/p>\n

The boatswain\u2019s shrill whistle announced their arrival at the dock. The lady passengers were already filing out of the lounge, casting disapproving glances in their direction. Jeremiah bounced to his feet and pulled her up after him. \u201cWe\u2019d better get out of sight,\u201d he urged. \u201cThe first mate does a sweep for stray passengers after every trip. Never know when you\u2019ll find some gentleman who took excess advantage of the SS Invicta\u2019s fine whisky.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stepped behind the bar into the small galley that served the lounge, then prised open a door on the left. \u201cIn here,\u201d he murmured, pushing her in front of him into a dark, narrow space lined with shelves. When he pulled the closet shut, crowding against her, the blackness was nearly absolute. The storage area must have been located against an outside wall. She could hear footfalls upon the metal deck as the disembarking passengers headed for the gangway at the stern.<\/p>\n

The space was redolent of tea, ginger marmalade and Jeremiah\u2019s personal, peppery scent. They were crammed together, face to face, though he was a good deal taller. He rested a hand on her hip to stabilise her. She felt his breath stirring her hair and his heat penetrating her clothing.<\/p>\n

Her own lungs seemed to have stopped working. She scarcely dared to move.<\/p>\n

His hold on her was loose, their bodies still separated by a fraction of an inch. She imagined his chest pressed against her, mashing her breasts against his muscled torso. Her nipples ached for that missing stimulation. It was all too easy to conjure the sensation of his swollen prick prodding her belly, his pelvis grinding against her, his fingers tracing the line of her spine then cupping her buttocks to pull her closer…<\/p>\n

A smooth palm caressed her cheek. Bold fingers tilted her chin up toward his unseen visage. \u201cJill…\u201d he whispered, barely audible, before he pressed his lips to hers.<\/p>\n

She melted into the kiss, flowing into his arms. The reality of his hard body was even better than her fantasies. A lush cloudburst of sensation drenched her as she opened to his brazen tongue and let him plunder her mouth. Tangy spice tickled her nostrils and a second heart beat between her thighs. She floated on the surface for a while, then sank gratefully into the passion of the moment, letting herself drown.<\/p>\n

About Lisabet<\/strong><\/p>\n

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 \u2013 over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre\u2014paranormal, scifi, m\u00e9nage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet\u2019s books on her website (http:\/\/www.lisabetsarai.com\/books.html<\/u>), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http:\/\/lisabetsarai.blogspot.com<\/u>), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She\u2019s also on Goodreads<\/u>, BookBub<\/u> and Twitter<\/u>. Join her VIP email list here: https:\/\/btn.ymlp.com\/xgjjhmhugmgh<\/u><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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