A huge welcome to Lisabet who is giving away an amazing set of prizes and a free pdf cookbook to everyone who comments, so let rip and comment away. What’s your favourite recipe? What Asian food have you tried? I had snake steak in Thailand and yes – it tasted like chicken!Out of Asia
By Lisabet Sarai
Greetings! This post is part of my blog tour for my new novel The Ingredients of Bliss. If you’ve read any of my other publicity about the book, you may have picked up on the fact that my heroine, Mei Lee “Emily” Wong, is a Chinese woman, from Hong Kong.
I’m not sure why I decided to make Emily Asian. I suppose the fact that I actually live in Asia might have something to do with it. Given the way her story developed, though, she really couldn’t be anything else. Her nationality, ethnicity and culture all influence the plot.
For one thing, her drive for success is a typically Chinese trait, and that’s what propels the short story (Her Secret Ingredient) which leads up to the novel. Emily would never have gotten sexually involved with Etienne Duvalier if she hadn’t been trying to advance her career.
Emily’s Asian heritage also sets the stage for her conflict with Etienne over cooking methods. Although she was trained in Paris, her personal recipes are Asian-influenced. Traditionalist Etienne views her creative Asian modifications to classic French recipes as something close to sacrilege.
Then there’s the aphrodisiac caterpillar fungus that is her “secret ingredient”, which is traditional in Asia. I did not make this up! I suppose I could have had her use Spanish fly or some other Western stimulant, but those have very negative connotations. Dōng chóng xià căo, “winter worm, summer grass”, in contrast, is viewed as a healthy way for men to retain their virility.
Of course, her Chinese background allows her to communicate – and negotiate – with the Hong Kong gangsters who abduct Etienne and Harry. Emily knows enough about the Triads to understand how they think. If I’d made her American or European, I would have probably had to replace the Triads with the Mafia. That would have been okay, I suppose, but does the world really need another take on The Godfather or The Sopranos?
Meanwhile, her secret entirely depends on her status as a Chinese woman. I can’t tell you what that secret is – you’ll have to buy the book to find out – but if Emily were not from Hong Kong, I’d have to rethink that entire aspect of the novel.
The one area of the book that would not change if Emily weren’t from Asia is her relationship with Harry. Though there’s a suggestion Etienne has a touch of “yellow fever” – a particular attraction to Asian women – Harry really doesn’t care. He’d love her regardless.
Emily’s a lucky woman. But then the Chinese place a lot of emphasis on luck.
The Ingredients of Bliss by Lisabet Sarai
Contemporary BDSM ménage
Totally Bound, 2014
One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss? Or a recipe for disaster?
Accomplished cook Mei Lee “Emily” Wong knows exactly what she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne, initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially when Harry orders her to explore her inner mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.
When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions. Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope, and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of two criminal organizations?
Here’s an X-rated excerpt to tempt you…
The hotel room held no trace of my lover’s scent. He’d been snatched before we could consummate our nocturnal plans.
I tried to recall Harry’s distinctive musk, without much success. The sense of smell is the one most intimately entwined with emotion, but also the most difficult to conceptualize or describe. I couldn’t summon the sense of well-being I always found in breathing him in, burying my nose in his clothing or his body.
Touch, then. When it came to touching me, Harry was a virtuoso. His repertoire ranged from the most delicate brush of fingertip over flesh to fiery caresses as painful as they were thrilling. Whether by instinct or by observation, he knew exactly how much I wanted, and how much I could take.
Rolling onto my back, I let my fingers graze my jaw then sweep down my neck to the hollow of my throat. This was one of his favorite gestures—and mine—one that never failed to send delicious shivers straight to my sex. Sure enough, my clit started to tingle. With just my forefinger, I continued into the valley between my breasts. I circled to the right, caressing the sensitive underside through the T-shirt Jean had provided.
The soft fabric transmitted the delicious, barely-there sensation. Moisture leaked from my cleft, dampening the seam of my borrowed jeans.
My eyes still shut tight, I summoned memories of Harry’s caresses. He’d go from gentle to intense in a breath, and so did I, seizing both nipples and pinching as hard as I could manage. Like turning the knob on a stove, this raised the heat level. My gluts tensed and my hips bucked. Meanwhile, my erect nipples throbbed, aching but craving more. I clamped down on them with even greater force, digging my fingernails into the swollen flesh. The first quivers of an orgasm stirred in my depths.
‘You love it when it hurts.’ I could hear Harry’s warm, teasing voice in my mind. ‘You’re a natural sub. The more I torture you, the more you want.’
But of course, Harry’s ministrations weren’t torture, they were bliss. Every slap or spank he inflicted upon me, every kiss of the whip, every brutal thrust of his cock, was edged with delight.
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Blog Tour Prizes
First prize: $30 gift certificate to Sur La Table (http://www.surlatable.com)
Second prize: $20 gift certificate to Whole Foods Market (http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com)
Third prize: Three-pack of ebooks from my back list, including a copy of Her Secret Ingredient, the prequel to The Ingredients of Bliss.
Lisabet is giving a PDF copy of her own original cookbook, Recipes from an International Kitchen, to everyone who leaves a comment.
About the Author
I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I’ve continued to indulge both passions as I’ve matured. Usually I’m an improvisational cook; I’m not all that fond of following recipes, and when I do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the more spice, the better.
You could say the same about my writing. Since the release of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I’ve published lots of erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.
I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.
Goodreads page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai
Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai