Thanks to Michelle Herrera Mulligan for sending this to me:
Dear Friends,
Are you ready? The ladies of Juicy Mangos, the first-ever Latina erotica fiction anthology, will be reading together for the first time in two years! Come see Elisha Miranda, Sofia Quintero, and Michelle Herrera Mulligan read excerpts from their seductive stories at the Latina writer-friendly East Harlem Café. Homegirl bonus: Books will be provided by Aurora Anaya-Cerda’s La Casa Azul bookstore!! To those who have asked…Now’s your chance to get a signed a copy!
The details:
Thursday, October 22
7-9 p.m.
East Harlem Cafe
1651 Lexington Avenue, New York, NYc
212-996-2080
And for now, a little taste…snippets from the three stories…
From ?Sensually Yours?
The second Steve appeared on the landing holding a bouquet of lilies and a bottle of wine, I knew he liked what he saw. I hoped the skeezer across the hall saw that, too. ?You are so good!? I said as I reached for the wine and flowers. ?This goes perfectly with what I have planned tonight. Come in and see.?
I led him into the living room where I had a picnic set up on the carpet. The centerpiece was one of SY?s latest additions?The Lovers? Throw. It was a blanket that also served as a game board. Steve and I lowered ourselves onto the blanket?s silky center. I fed him strawberries while I explained the game. ?It?s simple,? I said as I handed him the palm-sized red pillow. ?You?re red, and I?m white. Start here.? I placed both pillows at the starting square that read Kiss each other good luck. Steve gave me a loud smooch that tickled my cheek. After I stopped giggling, I said, ?We take turns rolling the foam die and moving our pieces forward??
?Doing whatever the square says,? Steve said as he uncorked the wine.
?And whoever makes it to the end first is the winner.?
?And what do I win??
I giggled again. ?The winner chooses the first position.?
From ?Juan and Adela?:
Adela started quickly gathering up plates and taking them to the kitchen. ?Well, I?ll let golden boy here clean up, and I?m going to bed, I?m knocked out,? she heard Gabriel say. Then she heard his steps up the stairs.
For a moment, there was silence. Maybe he changed his mind, she thought, as she stood paralyzed in the kitchen. ?Maybe he woke up and realized ?helping? a vieja like me is no way to spend Christmas.? Then she heard the kitchen door behind her. Santo Dios. She couldn?t bring herself to turn around and look at him. She just kept scrubbing ferociously at the plate, as if it were the dirtiest thing she?d ever seen. He stood behind her. She could feel the heat from his body. He brushed a wavy lock of hair off her neck and leaned into her. ?I like you, Adela,? he whispered into her ear.
Adela?s whole body trembled. No one had been this close to her in four years. Had he known what she was thinking all night? It was ridiculous; she was old enough to be his mama. But she wanted him. She stayed glued to her spot, the dish frozen in her hand. He gently took it from her, placing it back into the sink.
From ?A Kiss for Lares?:
Maribel had what I needed physically. I just doubted whether she would challenge my mind. Always dressed in sexy power suits in big corporate chairs at the office, she exuded capitalist. She worked her way through college studying business and marketing without the support of any family. She was self-made and never settled for the safe way out. Aside from my detour with Raquel and a few other nameless chicas, when I hadn?t been at work, I?d usually been locked up with Maribel drinking her favorite, a guayaba and quinepa martini with Grey Goose vodka. As I gazed at my sexy Puerto Rican would-be novia, I thought, ?Be careful what you ask for.? Maribel grabbed my hand, leading me toward her dining room table.
She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a fresh martini, which was beautifully surrounded by several mango slices, and served on a silver serving tray. I downed the drink like I hadn?t had a glass of water in weeks. Maribel just watched and then flashed her dimples as she poured me another, and I downed it, too. Suddenly, I forgot about wanting to be alone. I was at her command.
?Sit,? she said. I did.