Transmundane Raises Funds for Paranormal Romance Novel that Combats Sexism

Transmundane Raises Funds for Paranormal Romance Novel that Combats Sexism

A Paranormal Romance with characters that shake the foundations of what you know about what real romance looks like.

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Guthrie, Oklahoma – June 15, 2015 – Alisha Costanzo is publishing the third novel in her Broken World series with Transmundane Press, and independent press based in central Oklahoma. LOVING RED fits within the urban fantasy and romance genres and battles sexist views often seen in commercial stories by delving into the male perspective and portraying equality in romance.

Stereotypes and sexism still affect us. So writing in the male perspective is liberating. Alisha loves being a romantic goofball without seeming needy. She loves swearing like a sailor, having tattoos, doing the heavy lifting, grossing people out, and being the real pervert that she is, and not only being found attractive for it, but writing an ideal male. But the best part of her ability to show how a man can be more than what the media portrays him as—more than a set of six-pack abs, bulging arms, scruff, and testosterone. Instead, she shows men as geeks and goobers, who want to be held and have fears. They can be melodramatic, lonley, and just as good of a caretaker as a woman. They don’t have to be knights in shining armor. Instead, they’re free to be partners.

“Writing in the male perspective is akin to freedom. And although I love to write empowered women in their various levels or snark, sarcasm, stubbornness, sweetness, and strength, something about slipping into a male’s persona liberates me.” –Alisha on why she loves writing male voices.

LOVING RED is raising funds via Kickstarter with various prizes, such as the novel, character artwork, scents, plushies, and unique experiences with the author. The novel is a fast-paced, alternating third person point of view of the kidnapping, escape, and battles between the Celampresians and the Assetato, focusing on a newly budding romance between a shifter-wolf and a human. Kaia is a strong female protagonist who can hold her own, and Severins is a strong yet sensitive male who defines what it means to be a soldier. Together, they fight for their lives while trying to protect a missing Assetato agent, a shifter bear and the man who broke Kaia’s heart.

About the Author

Alisha Costanzo is from a Syracuse suburb. She earned her MFA in creative writing from the University of Central Oklahoma, where she currently teaches English. She’s the author of BLOOD PHOENIX: REBIRTH and BLOOD PHOENIX: CLAIMED, and co-editor of DISTORTED. In the meantime, she will continue to corrupt young minds, rant about the government, and daydream about her all around nasty creatures.

Donate to the campaign here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/alishacostanzo/loving-red

Dirty Little Holidays: Christmas with Hank & Robin

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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.

Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.

With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.

Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.

Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.

The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.

Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.

Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.

Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.

And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.

Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.

Dirty Little Serials: Blake and Evelyn (One)

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Blake was finally opening up to me, sexually that is. He’d always been a fine talker about his hesitations and unrelenting need to keep an eye on me—something about my beauty and wayward way with sex. I might not have been sourpuss, but I knew how to keep it in my pants when I grew interested in someone special.

And Blake was special: big and sweet and courageous…and maybe a little broken.

But he finally let loose a tidbit about himself. Power made him hungry—not at all an uncommon desire, especially from one of the city’s detectives. And besides, it’s nice to know a lamb can take on a lion from time to time.

I had myself putting away dishes in his kitchen when he busted through the door, armed, and searching for me. His .45 trained at my chest made my knees wobble even though he’d shown me it was empty only a few minutes ago. Still, adrenaline coursed through me.

He treated me like a criminal, so I backed away from the counter, hands in the air, and spouted off a snarky remark as he wrenched my arms behind my back and cuffed me.

And then he shoved me to the floor.

I fell on my side and tried to worm away from him, even though that was just show. His eyes blazed down at me as he caught the waist of my jeans and dragged me back.

“Where do you think you’re off to? I haven’t read you your rights yet.” He tore my jeans partway down my hips as I struggled. “You have the right to remain silent, and I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

My pants moved easily over my round ass since I’d left them unbuttoned for him, and he flipped me onto my stomach. I struggled to gain an inch when his arm encircled my waist and he hoisted my hips up, shoving his cock inside of me. And God it burned and made my core spasm around him. I groaned hoarsely and chanted no softly.

Cold tile met my cheek as he forced my face to the floor by my hair, his hips pumping with steady and vigorous need.

“Everything you say and do will be used against you to make you come.” He slammed home his point as he found the very end of me with the head of his cock, making my thighs shake with pleasure.

I fought it by squeezing and squirming beneath him, but I clamped down on every ridge of his shaft, soaking my inner thighs as an orgasm tore free of me.

Momentarily free and empty, I slumped against the floor before Blake flipped me to my back and harnessed my legs with a fist full of jeans. Pressing my knees to my chest, he loomed above me again.

“How about this time I get a nice scream from you.” Rubbing me with his length and making a damp mess, his movements swirled more and more against my ass.  Blake readied himself for the plunged in for anal, another form of play we hadn’t ventured into yet.

Fiery pleasure burned across my core as his pushed his head through that tight ring before he popped inside me. My legs pushed further back, raised my ass to him, and sharpened his angle of penetration.

Lust consumed his movements as he pumped himself into me, his face reddening and pale eyes glowing. The heady mix of pain and pleasure tore another orgasm from me but not a scream.

Determination took hold of Blake as his thumb found my cleft, ensuring no fall from the ecstasy of my last climax. A renewed and steady chant of no flowed from my lips as another orgasm crested, bleeding into moans, and building to the scream he demanded from me.

My body exploded, light yet burdened with pain and the continual thrusts of my faux attacker, and he came with tight jerking muscles.

Dirty Little Sneak Peek: Between There, Vol. 2

Sneak Peek of new published story, “A Love for the Marquis de Sade,” in Between There, Vol. 2, edited by Anthony S Buoni. Check out the full volume here!

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Villa suppressed the hot shiver his voice caused.  The way this man looked at her, almost into her, and drew goose bumps to sprout along her arms and the back of her neck as a heat ignited in her core.  She straightened her spine.  “I am fine, I was just browsing, Monsieur…”

“Gillette, Madame Flores. I apologize. I have not received a tag.”  He tapped his chest where the other library workers pinned their golden nameplates.

Villa clenched her jaw to keep her mouth from falling open.  She was somehow pleased that he knew her name.  “And how do you know me?”

“Why the registry, of course.  You are required to sign in when you enter the lower levels because of the delicacy of the items we have stored here.”  Gillette gestured to the books she had been perusing that were now at her back.  “Please, let me assist you.  You have been here three days, searching endlessly.  There must be something I can find for you.”

Warmth bloomed along Villa’s cheeks, and she lowered her eyes.  Had he been watching her?  Could she tell Gillette what she searched for?  Villa wanted to be the first to discover it, but she hadn’t gotten very far on her own.  And then, what would this man may think of her should he know what it was she actually searched for? Should she concern herself with his judgment of her? No, she’d heard every name and perversion other scholars could think to throw at her: sinner, diabolical, literary wretch…  Some of her colleagues had gotten fairly creative, but Villa had taken them, filed them away, and locked the drawer.

What exactly concerned her?  That this man she didn’t know may think she was easy, perverted?  That she sacrificed babes in the name of great and demonic sex?  She’s never tried any of these things she’d read in his texts, too scared to free herself that way with someone else.  Although, she has been prone to be adventurous since her fiancé left her because he’d been jealous of her attentions to the Marquis de Sade.  He hadn’t fulfilled her, and neither of them could change that.  Besides, she hadn’t wanted to dominate him any longer; as little as he had allowed her…

Gillette politely cleared his throat, causing Villa to jerk back to reality.  How long had he been waiting for her to answer?

Guest Blog: Love Out Of Lust Series Tour by Ray Sostre!

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Imagine yourself sharing the same apartment with someone, other than just a relative, you grew up with. He/She shared the same desires as you. There’s a perfect storm between you two, and you don’t know where it’s going from there. Imagine yourself, at a moment of weakness, having sex with the person. Does it become an addiction that you don’t want to let go? Yet, you both agreed that you don’t want to be serious, but beneficial and convenient for each other. Could it lead to something like love or just lust in the end? One would have to give; one way or another.

Beginning August 16th, I’m featuring Part Two of Love Out Of Lust, and in this story is the continuation from Daryl and Marisol’s first sexual encounter. They thought this would be a one-time thing, but their desires for each other were stronger than ever.

If you haven’t read Part One of Love Out Of Lust, then you are missing out on how the two began their sexual encounter. They grew up together, one had that long desire for a long time, and the opportunity to express it was right in front of them. It is available for FREE on Smashwords. Download your copy today.

And when you’re interested to know what happens between them, purchase your copy on Amazon or Smashwords – Love Out Of Lust Part Two.

Facebook Fan Page: Author Ray Sostre

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EXCERPT: Love Out Of Lust – Part One:

“Yeah,” she nodded. Then she shook her head. “We’ve been friends for so long. I can’t believe I’m confessing my sexual fantasies to you.” Her heart beat like never before. What an adrenaline rush. She began to lick her lips and a lustful thought began to loom about him.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve dreamt of kissing you. It’s been something I need to get off my mind.”

Daryl could feel his cock ache and throb with torment. He knew what’d happened if they kissed. He could feel his heart punch through the walls of his chest. The more he looked, the more he was suddenly attracted to her. He’d never looked at her that way… until now.

It was just years ago, when he first met her, she was this tomboy, flat-chested, ten year-old. Now, here she was a beautiful twenty two year-old that had blossomed into a voluptuous female, and by god she had such goodies under the sexy robe she wore.

“Me too.” he responded.

He stood up and waited for Marisol to get up and kiss him. Despite the anticipation, he couldn’t help his cock from sticking out of his sweatpants. He was quite big and impressive. Marisol smiled in approval.

She kissed him. It was a nice, small peck. Her lips felt soft and luscious. His hard-on remained painfully stiff. Then, without warning, he felt her hand on his cock. “You feel really nice…” She caressed his shaft and responded with amazement. “And big,” She looked up. “May I see?”

Daryl wanted her to see so badly. He anticipated her touch on his throbbing, dark member. He felt his sweatpants pull open, and when she got a glimpse of his hardness, she moaned in delight. “Mmmmm…. you’re big. Want to see mine?”

“Sure.” Now that she brought it up, Daryl couldn’t wait to see what she looked like underneath her robe. He’d only seen her in the sexiest outfits her delicious body could slip in, but he never knew what she’d looked like without any clothes on.

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EXCERPT: Love Out Of Lust – Part Two

Marisol stepped away from the kitchen and walked down the hallway. She disrobed before stepping into the bathroom. All she was wearing was the underwear from last night and nothing else. She opened the bathroom door and entered. She hung her robe on the hook on the back of the door and took off her panties. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. She was going to shower with her friend, her roommate, someone she’d fantasized about for a long time.

“Daryl, we need to talk.”

“Couldn’t this wait?”

“No. I want to get this off my chest.”

“Off your chest?” his tone was disbelieving. “I thought we agreed it was a one-time-thing?”

“Come on, Daryl, who are we kidding? I want you just as bad as you want me. And I know you feel the same way.” She entered the shower and saw Daryl holding on to a bar of soap. At the same time, she noticed his erection. She couldn’t help noticing it. She gave an impish grin. “Mind if I join you?”

“Come closer,”

She took a step closer and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Their lips touched, their kiss intensified. They explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. She felt the water spray her face, wetting her body, causing her hair to dampen, but that didn’t matter. She was in Daryl’s arms; safe and sound and full of lust.

Not only was she in his arms, but she felt his cock pressed against her tummy, causing a delicious ache in her center. Marisol flashed back to the first time she felt him inside her. He was so long and hard, she couldn’t believe he was able to fit so perfectly.

His thrusts had been so strong and passionate, she could climax at the very thought of him buried inside her.

Dirty Little Love: Jade and Obsidian

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Dressed as Jade, her green-painted skin glittered a bit under the florescent lights as she walked to the elevator. Obsidian hadn’t met another of the twins at a convention in a long time, and never one that looked as stunning in the outfit as this specimen. Her black tights were see-through, outlining her bottom in such a way that made his cock thicken.

In his own tights, he had to hide it from the rest of the convention. He didn’t want to be banned from future conventions for getting a chubby in his costume. So he followed her to the elevator, slipping inside just before the doors closed, leaving them alone.

Jade smiled at his costume, eyes glittering as she took the whole package in, and her lip crinkled between her teeth when she saw his arousal, only making his cock harden further. Looking away, she blushed and asked, “What floor?”

He couldn’t speak for a moment, adrenaline jumping as he saw her nipples harden under the thin white top of her costume. “I hoped, your floor.”

“I suppose that’s for me then?” She gestured to his hard-on with a flick of her fingers, and he nodded. “Do you have a thing for the twins?”

He nodded again. Perverted, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. She made a stunning version of his character’s twin sister.  Her smile made his cock jerk, and then her hand followed, cupping him through the thick and restricting fabric of his black spanks.

“Me, too. I suppose you can follow me to my room, Brother.”

The doors opened, and she walked out, hips swaying with more exaggeration, thigh high boots helping to frame her phenomenal ass. He followed like a beggar, pressing his throbbing cock against her round bottom as she fumbled with the key card to her room.  Jade arched her back into him, making his hands come down to her hips with a groan.

Her body disappeared from against him as the door opened and she slipped inside. She slipped onto the bed as he closed and locked the door behind them.  Obsidian wanted to pounce on her, tear her costume off and rail her, but he paced himself, standing in front of her, yanking her head back by her green-dyed hair, and shoving his tongue into her mouth.

But Jade wasted no time, yanking down his spanks and wrapping his cock with her hands.

“You’re quick, aren’t you?”

No answer, just her hand stroking him as she moved further onto the bed. He took the invite, grabbing her tights and rolling them down her hips. Fuck, she painted everything underneath green, too.

Jade winked at him, letting him go as she circled her legs with her arms, exposing her green pussy to him. It was everything he thought of when he fantasized about the characters together. Obsidian gripped his cock hard and angled it against her, rubbing his head against her green clit until he elicited soft begging moans for him to fuck her.

His cock, the only part of him not painted, pushed against her entrance, popping through her tight lips and tunneling for the hot wetness at the depths of her. Their moans united in the air between them.

But he wanted more, to be deeper inside of her. Leaning over her, he lifted her hips higher, shoving himself into her with the hard force he imagined a superhero would.  Legs spreading to his elbows, her nails dug into the bare flesh between his gloves and shirt.

“Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you, Jade.”

She arched her back, tightening her around him. “By the Gods, yes, fuck me, Brother. Fuck me like you’re in your shadow form, with your enormous growth.”

It was like a fan-made porn, but he loved it—the way she held onto him as his hips pounded against hers, her grip on him to take as much of him as she could, the curve of her neck as she arched her body under him. He glanced between them, watching his cock disappear into her, the green paint that enveloped everything but her lips. The paint didn’t smear one bit against his hips.

She tightened around him again as her moan echoed off the walls, her cream foaming around his shaft.

“I want you to come on me, Sister.”

Her core fluttered around him, pushing against the forcefulness of his thrusts.

“Do you want me to come inside of you?” He would take it either way; in her green pussy or in her mouth, he didn’t care. He was going to come.

“My mouth. After.” Her moans turned to cries as she came, a hard undulation of her inner muscles, trying harder to push him out, but he kept fucking her until her cries grew silent, her body stiff with pleasure until her muscles gave out and she flopped against the bed, trembling with her orgasms.

Obsidian straddled her, pulling up her white top to fondle her hard nipples. She rewarded him with another sharp, whimpering moan, and came off the bed. Green eyes blinked up at him as she took his cock into her mouth.

The suction of her mouth did him in under a minute, spilling him between her lips with a heady groan and spasming in his back and thighs. Fuck, yes. His core burned with orgasm and relief.

She breathed up at him, mouth open in the weight of her excitement. “You’re not done, are you?”

He’d be daydreaming about this every time he read the comics or put on the costume.