​The above excerpt is from Bi Girls Do It Solo (Bi Girls Do It Book 1), when college freshman Sy cracks open an interesting book full of self-love exercises. ;-)

Bi Girls Do It Solo (Bi Girls Do It Book 1)  is a new adult romance in the Bi Girls Do It series.

If you like stories about bisexual females, you may also enjoy Purr Scent 1: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio Book 1).

It's that time of year again, one day among 365ish days a year, one day in which we get to imagine how someday may feel like when we are all living in a more tolerant and accepting world.

24/7.

Ah. May 17. The International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia & Biphobia.

Along that same spirit is the first annual Hop for Visibility, Awareness and Equality, the current incarnation of the previous Hop Against Homophobia, Bi and Transphobia.

This year's hop, like its predecessor, is full of Authors, Reviewers, Publishers, and Cover Designers of LGBTQ fiction and is different in that cisgender (M/F) Allies also get to participate.

The best part of all this? All the lovin' you'll get, feel, vibe with as you go through everyone's posts on relevant topics. Plus, did I mention prizes​? ;-)

Last year, I (Jacintha Topaz, aka JT) introduced myself and how I splashed into the bisexual female erotic romance fiction genre in April 2014. I'd barely gotten my feet wet in 2014; had I known that the hop existed, I would have jumped right in that May 2014. However, May 2015 it is. You can check out that intro post for that year's hop over here.

This year, 2016, I feel like doing something a little different. I thought I'd get poetic. So if poetry isn't your thing, you might want to skip the insufferable verses and scroll right down to the mega prizes... (Fair warning, ahem. Um, maybe it'll be hot enough for the 18+ers. Er, if you're not 18 yet, come back when you hit the mark... I swear, this post will still be here for you to enjoy then, if you remember to come back then...)

Like the light mist of sex-sheened skin,
your taste drizzles over me.
Marks me. First hints of spring rain.

Teasingly at first, your musk
coats me, soaks me. So subtle,
yet achingly familiar.

As old as time. Savoring
the pounding flavors of more --
today, tomorrow, ever.

​This desert an oasis
meets. Your waters, an ocean.
Within. Without. With open

​Arms.

P.S. I could go on, but I'm stopping here before this poem gets too X-rated... LOL... And yes, it's a JT (Jacintha Topaz) original. Anyway, go on. Shoo. Scroll to the next section to take a glimpse of the prizes for this year's blog post comments. JT

Win one of the following audiobooks when you post your email address and comment on: How does Acceptance feel/look like to YOU?

Everyone who provides an email address and comments on this post (How does Acceptance feel/look like to YOU?) gets an ebook of my gay werewolf shifter paranormal erotic short story romance, Skid (Black Storm Pack prequel).

Both contests end on May 24th, 11:59 P.M. Hawaiian Tropics time. :-) No purchase necessary to win. Winners will be picked via a random drawing, if applicable (as in the case of the audiobooks), and will be contacted no later than May 31, 2016. Winners will be announced and contacted via email. So please ensure that your email address is correct when you post your comment. Thanks!

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 “Good morning, Alpha,” Zip and Ripper both chirped. Alpha nodded at them and then to the door, effectively dismissing them.

​Alone now with Alpha, Skid wondered belatedly if he could pretend that he was still sleepy and roll over to the other side to avoid further confrontation.

No such luck. Alpha approached him. With each intent step toward his cot, Skid stiffened.

“Face me,” Alpha said, frighteningly near.

Skid licked his bottom lip—fuck, he’d forgotten that cracked lip needed nursing. Still he obliged and turned to face the man.

“Sit up,” Alpha ordered.

Skid sprang up, nervous. The wolf pack could have left him there to die in that forest fire, but they hadn’t. They had carried him out of the woodlands and brought him here, wherever the here was. Not knowing whether it was appropriate to make eye contact or not, Skid deferred to staring at the floor near Alpha’s feet.

“What’s your name?” Alpha asked. His shiny black combat boots now appeared quite interesting.

“Um, Skid,” he said. He didn’t have a name, wasn’t born with one, and never took on the name the state had given him. Firefighters had found him at their station one cold morning not long after he was born. They figured that he could have been a few days to a few weeks old at the time of drop-off. No birth certificate, nothing. For the longest time he’d felt ashamed to be the only kid to not know his birthday—his real birthday. Only recently in the past year did he decide that since he didn’t know the actual day of his birth, then he could very well celebrate his birthday for the whole month of December.

“Skid?” Alpha repeated. “Look at me.”

Skid gulped and looked up. The man before him had dark blond curls with light brown tips at the ends, a chiseled jaw, furry brows, amber eyes, a regal nose and lips that were just the right size—not too thick and not too thin. Likewise heavily muscled, a black vest and matching cargo pants barely contained the Alpha’s rippling chest and washboard abs.

One word vied with another when he saw Alpha: FORMIDABLE mixed with FORBIDDEN. Alpha was formidable in that Skid wouldn’t want him as an enemy any day. He was forbidden in the sense that Skid secretly liked having such a fit body, even though he knew he’d never have the bone structure to amass muscle like that.

Alpha was … handsome. He could have stepped out of the cover of a magazine. Judging by his looks, he couldn’t have been older than thirty and that was being conservative. Skid bet that the man was borderline mid-twenties. Then again, he could be wrong. Did wolf shifters look younger than their years or vice versa?

“What’s your real name, your legal one?”

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“Is your roommate dead?”

“I wish!” Meanie scoffed. “But that’s the polite answer.”

As Meanie stalked toward her, Taylor couldn’t help but step back slightly.

“If you’re so scared, Red, then tell me why you’re still here.”

Red?

Taylor swallowed. As Meanie advanced, Taylor’s back bumped into one of the bedposts.

“Why aren’t you running?” Meanie asked, a breath away that Taylor finally saw that the woman did indeed have more piercings—a barbell on the tongue!

Don’t look, she silently chanted to herself. Trying not to think of something made her think of it anyway—the first time she kissed someone.

“What was that thought?” Meanie asked.

Taylor gulped. “Nothing.”

“You don’t lie very well.” Meanie smiled. “Lighten up. Put your bag down. Take off your coat. It’s warm in here.”

Too warm.

Meanie beamed, then turned and left the room.

“Wh-Where are you going?” Taylor asked, oddly disappointed and relieved at the same time. The peculiar feeling was unsettling, made her almost lightheaded. Perhaps she needed to eat something, since the last thing she ate was a sandwich about six hours ago.

​“Lighten up, Camel,” Meanie called, “and find out at the couch.”

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Mariah lost sense of time and had no idea what routes the car took. The only thing she knew was that when the door opened, the air was warm with a scent of pineapple. She could also hear the sound of a small stream of water near her feet. With Stan holding her hand as a guide, her heels struck an uneven road. Each step was a muted clip-clop. Then there were the stairs. After a few paces, her heels hit carpet. That was when Stan’s hand released hers. She let her hand fall to her side, uncertain of where she stood. Obviously, she was supposed to keep her blindfold on. When would they allow her to take it off?

“You look ravishing,” Clark said, his breath hot upon her ear. Her scalp tingled like wildfire from his close engagement.

“Delicious,” Britt added with demure intent—one that sent ripples down her spine.

Then Clark kissed both of her cheeks, bringing fire to her ears. The slight whisk of his five o-clock shadow scraped against her skin, stimulating her long after separation. Between the blindfold and the seduction-induced shortness of breath, Mariah sank into a dizzy spell. If Clark hadn’t held a steady hand out for her to guide her ahead, she would have for sure fainted on her feet.

Clark patted a soft surface at her right. “Sit down and enjoy the meal.”

Mariah smoothed her skirt and sank down as Clark scooted the chair forward for her. Tracking his steps and referencing where Britt’s voice had been, Mariah was certain she was situated between both of them at the table.
She inhaled deeply and couldn’t quite identify the mix of spices invading her olfactory nerves. Curious, she tentatively lifted her hand to reach for something—anything on the table.

“Down, pet,” Britt chided. “No hands. We’re feeding you.”

A napkin must have been placed on her lap, because hands moved to brush it smooth. The sound of ice clinking glass neared her. She opened her lips expectantly. Sweet bubbly cider with a hint of tartness flooded her taste buds, shocking her salivary glands into overdrive. She swallowed and expected more. Too soon the glass moved away from her lips and landed with a muffled thud on the table.

“That was delicious,” Mariah gasped. “What was that?”

“Lingonberry apple cider,” Britt said. “First batch. You met my dad, Nikolaus. They harvested the apples in October and perfected the recipe in November. You’re tasting the official pre-launch batch that made it to influential bloggers and reviewers right before Thanksgiving hit. The bottle you’re tasting is supposed to hit every major local market in the area in time for Christmas and New Year’s.”

“Sounds right up Mariah’s alley,” Clark said, his smile reflecting in his voice. The way he had read her mind was uncanny, because her head was zipping a mile a minute about additional promotional opportunities to push the product farther.

“Maybe Heartisan Foods can pick it up and bring it beyond the regional market,” Mariah said, her thoughts ricocheting faster than her speech could keep up. Excitement raced through her veins, lifting her shoulders and her lips.

“I’m sure Nikolaus would be thrilled with the idea,” Britt agreed.

“Sounds like you’ve just expanded your client base,” Clark mused.

Mariah shook her head. “It’s still within the family.”

As soon as the words slipped past her mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. Sure, Nikolaus was Britt’s dad. Yeah, she had Britt and Clark as contract clients, but they weren’t her family.

Family?

When had she seen Britt and Clark as family? Shit. Wasn’t she ahead of herself?

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“Wow, you look sexy!” Geneva raved via video chat Saturday morning after brunch. “You should keep your hair black like that, Mer! Nice Cleopatra bob you got there. If I didn't know better, I'd take you to be a Wiccan priestess. With a touch of black lipstick, you'd pass for a Goth too.” 

Vampires and witches? Nah. She never got into the paranormal stuff. “A little early for Halloween, don't you think?” Mariah raised an eyebrow, eying the June sunshine in Geneva's backdrop in Seattle. She remembered staying at Geneva's for about a week after her condo sold. The light streaming through the patio doors reminded her of the secret garden she frequented past those double doors, the little patch of earth she left almost a year ago.

“Where's your sense of humor?” Geneva giggled, then lifted her mug to toast Mariah and said, “Congrats on getting an interview by the way. Sorry I didn't have much time to talk last night. Friday evenings are usually reserved for Frank. How did it go anyway?” Geneva then sipped her favorite: chai tea. Mariah could almost smell it through the monitor.

Slightly envious and desiring a comfy beverage of her own, Mariah picked up her laptop and moved it to the kitchen to make a drink for herself: hot chocolate. Wished she had thought of using her lightweight iPad to Skype instead. Filling a pot with milk, she fired up the stove and then frowned. “She got into my business, didn't trust the little I had on my résumé and dismissed me.”

“Girl, I could have put you in touch with people in my industry for any admin job you needed,” Geneva said.

“But that's the point of my job search process! I need to keep a low profile and drawing on any contacts of yours or mine from the past will make me too easy to trace.” Mariah grimaced at the thought of Clark on her trail. Scooping a heavy measure of cocoa into a mug, her mind instantly switched to relishing the aroma from the tin can.

Geneva sighed. “Yes, I know. You actually have good reason to continue doing so.”

Mariah's ears perked and her stomach dropped. Dread tingled up her spine. “What do you mean?”

“Your Dom came looking for you,” Geneva said.

“What?” Mariah exclaimed, dropping the scoop mid-measure. How did Geneva know about Clark? Did Clark really hunt Geneva down to ask about her? And what was all this stuff about her Dom? She stayed quiet, pointedly ignoring Geneva's reference. She was so not going there.

“He came to my office and I told him that you'll contact him when you're ready.”

Mariah groaned. “Good god, I'm sorry about that, G.” Recalling how Clark took up her office space as if he owned it and had his way with her, an involuntary shudder of both pleasure and anxiety moved through her. “He can be very, for lack of a better word, domineering.”

Geneva giggled. “Yeah, Dom. Domineering. Get it?”

Mariah rolled her eyes and pushed the thought of him out of her mind. She had just recovered—mostly—from losing her mother not long ago and had little reserves left now to deal with the Clark issue. She was ready to talk about the interview, though. 

“Anyway,” Mariah said, thinking of the appointment she had with Britta, “I tried to save my interview by proposing several ideas I thought would be helpful for diversifying and strengthening the company—based upon the news I found on them for the past six months.”

“That's way above and beyond an admin, isn't it?” Geneva asked. “You sure that won't pique your prospective employer into poking into your past life?”

Mariah sighed, thinking of Britta's shrewd gaze. Nothing slipped past that woman. Plus, the business world was small—even smaller for successful businesswomen. Applying for the admin job was the best thing to do for her to keep a low profile and Akerman Enterprises was the perfect place to be … if she got the job.

Purr Scent III: The Mistress
Submissive Awakening

Trying to figure out her penchant for pain and pleasure, a new and disguised Mariah Olsen caves in to exploring her thresholds for submission at the hands of a well-trained Dominatrix, Mistress V. Their scene does not last for long before an unexpected Dominant drops by not once but twice. 

Clark Mannings, on the cold trail of the submissive woman he desires as a mate, visits an old friend to relieve the ache. Instead, he gets a rude awakening that throws him back to that one fateful afternoon in Seattle months ago. 

Britt Akerman, irritated from filling the last open position in her company, goes to a BDSM club to relieve an itch. Only, the itch finds her and the fun—and punishment—begins. 

Purr Scent III: The Mistress is a 21,000-word Purr Billionaire M/F/F (MFF or Male-female-female) BDSM Erotic Romance written by Purr Erotica Romance author Jacintha Topaz. This erotic read takes place mostly in a BDSM club and has bondage, riding crops, and F/F action (kissing, butt plug, strap-on). Although the three protagonists meet in this story and the girl-on-girl action heats up for the female leads, the three will meet for their first M/F/F menage in Part IV: The Mastered.

The book contains mature content that is only suitable for 18 and over.

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M is for Masters. I love me a good read! So this post is entirely dedicated to my favorite BDSM MaleDom characters by six of my favorite authors, appearing in alphabetical order by first name. 

Purr Scent is a Purr Billionaire M/F/F (MFF or Male-Female-Female) BDSM Erotic Romance written by Purr Erotica Author Jacintha Topaz. An earlier excerpt can be found on a guest blog post at the website of Healing Erotic Romance authorJade Onyx.

Buy links for Purr Scent I: The Meeting are due out on Sunday, April 27, 2014, in time for April 28 release day.

Readers have a list of their favorite dominant characters. Here's a running list (yes, these dominant men show up in a series of books and some to a screen near you):

• Christian Grey (over 100 million books sold of E. L. James' trilogy, film opening in time for Valentine's Day 2015)
  
• Gideon Cross (I LOVE Sylvia Day, optioned by Lionsgate for TV adaptation)
  
• James Cavendish (R. K. Lilley is so cool, too!)
• Ethan Blackstone (Raine Miller's creation)
• Damien Stark (J Kenner/Julie Kenner's creation)
• Chris Merit (product of Lisa Renee Jones, TV show optioned to STARZ)
• Jesse Ward (the one in Jodi Ellen Malpas's trilogy)

A Dominant does not need to appear authoritarian, gruff, aloof, and guarded. To earn the respect and trust a submissive needs to bare and surrender her heart, mind, body and soul, the Dominant needs to:

• be emotionally accessible
• exert power and mastery over oneself
• maintain balance and control of self and situation/scene at hand

I almost wanted to re-title this post "Battle of the Alphas" or "Duel of the Dominants" but the good thing about Book Boyfriends is that we can "cheat" under separate covers... They'll never meet each other. :-)