The Portal to Camelot is Open
1 woman. 3 men. a realm to save.
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Today marks a huge day for me! It's the release of my first new series since 2019 when I began the Christmas Fairy Tale retellings. While I've also written Lost in Wonder which accidentally will be a duology, this is the first intentional multi-book series in 4 years.
While Gwendolyn's ARC is a trilogy, it's my hope that readers will love the world and will allow me to introduce a second trilogy as well. While it's far too early to tell, I'm so excited to start something new with readers.
Since I've already explained why I've started a new journey in Camelot, I'll skip the explanation and get to the good stuff - the purchase links and the NSFW scene!
The realm and knights of Camelot need a savior, and Gwendolyn wants a new life.
Gwendolyn Penn spent her life wishing for a different life in a different reality. She longed to live alongside the Knights of Camelot, to slay dragons, wear gowns, and fall in love with a handsome, courageous man. When a portal opens and a man steps through claiming to be Merlin with a prophecy stating Gwen is his kingdom's savior, she doesn't hesitate to run with him.
Morgana wants Arthur's throne, and a vision placed Gwen at the heart of the battle. She doesn't understand how a boring, human woman could slay a sorceress. Until Merlin's blood mingles with hers and she can command the magic of the fae. Until she realizes her attraction to the three men unlocks a side of her she didn't know existed.
A side that might defeat Morgana.
Surrounded by Merlin, Arthur, and Lancelot, Gwen learns there's more to Camelot than the tales tell. There’s more to her than the quiet librarian, as well. Her heart wants what her heart wants, and Gwen is going to listen to it no matter who it leads her to.
Gwen needs her magic to be enough.
Gwen needs her attraction to not one, but three, men to not distract her as she learns to wield her magic.
Gwen needs to save Camelot.
Lifting her head slightly, Gwen pressed her lips against Lancelot’s, reveling in the immediate sparks rushing through her at the simple contact. His hands moved from her face over her body. He did not grab her. Lancelot’s touch remained light as his hands found their way to Gwen’s hips.
She continued to hold control, something she did not expect from a man like Lancelot. Her hands wound around his neck and pulled him close as their kiss began to stroke her desires.
“Lancelot,” she breathed against his lips, momentarily stopping their kiss to pull away. “I’m sorry.”
“Never apologize for kissing me. Ever,” with a growl his lips went to her throat, suckling the column of her neck as his fingers dug into her hips.
Gwen moved forward, her legs instinctively sliding open as Lancelot’s hands passed over her thighs.
“You’re so much more beautiful than I ever dared believe you could be.” His touch remained light as he brushed across the crotch of her pants. “So different from the women here.”
“Do they not all throw themselves at you?” Her panted words were likely hard to understand.
Lancelot chuckled. “Well, I cannot say that,” he pressed against her core through the pants, rubbing with firmer strokes.
Stars exploded behind Gwen’s eyes and she moaned. His mouth returned to its gentle exploration of her body, cupping her breast through the top as his hands did down below. “Lancelot.”
“Yes?” He shoved her shirt up and dropped a kiss over her belly button.
“I’ve been with Merlin.”
“That is fine, the sorcerer is a noble man. He is not me, though.” His breath somehow caressed her despite her pants as his head stopped between her thighs.
Gwen’s eyes moved to his fingers and watched as they pulled her zipper down. She arched off the bed to assist when his hands went to the waistband. He slide them down gently, a hand following behind the pants and running over her bare skin.
His eyes shined with lust seconds before his head returned between her thighs. The stroke of his tongue over her underwear drew a moan from Gwen. She felt more than heard his chuckle before he did it a second time. She whimpered under the pressure, her hips sliding forward to beg him for more.
“I believe I will make this more memorable than your sorcerer.” This time, his tongue pressed into the fabric, spearing her. “You’re already so ready for me, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t speak from the desire coursing through every centimeter of her body. Lancelot’s fingers hooked the leg of her underwear and tugged them to the side.
The wet slide of his tongue drew her butt off the bed and her hands into his hair. His nose rubbed over her engorged clit, and Gwen had no need to buck her hips to draw more from the knight.
The room began to spin as Lancelot tasted her, his tongue alternating between swirls, thrusts, and long deliberate slides. Her entire body trembled with every stroke. Whimpers pulled past her lips between panted breaths as Lancelot made good on his promise.
“Lancelot,” she gasped her hands knotting in his hair and pushed him against her, driving his tongue deeper. “Fuck,” her head fell back.
“I intend we get there as well,” he spoke against her core, his tongue teasing her in maddening ways.
She gasped as her eyes fell shut. “Now, Lancelot.” She wasn’t certain if she commanded him to continue his oral assault or urged him to sink inside of her.
“I will give My Lady anything she wishes.” His tongue stroked over her clit and then he was gone, the chill from the cave washing over her.
Gwen’s finger dipped between her legs and she rubbed herself, not wanting the sensation of his tongue to stop.
Lancelot’s hand cupped hers and moved it faster. She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes as he helped her pleasure herself.
“I do not believe I’ve ever seen anything more wonderous than a woman unafraid to tend to her needs but I can assure, you there is no need for that.”
His words nearly made Gwen come as he let go of her hand and replaced his finger there.
“But there is only one way to make a woman come undone the first time, and that is with me buried deep inside of her.” Lancelot whispered against her ear.
His finger vanished and Gwen groaned. When his hands were on her hips, he pulled her closer and onto his lap. Her legs splayed around him and when she brushed against his hard erection she looked down to it.
Lancelot was built as she’d always imagined he would be. With the length and girth designed to fuck someone into sheer bliss with every stroke.
Gwen allowed herself to trace her fingers up his shaft and grinned when it seemed to lean into her touch.
Lancelot’s fingers returned to her body, spreading her folds as his other hand guided his cock to her entrance.
She wasn’t certain who’s noise of pleasure echoed in her ears but Gwen knew she was not going to last more than a few seconds with Lancelot.
Their position was intimate, her breasts crushed against his impressive body, and Gwen let herself kiss Lancelot again. It was gentle, and she wondered if Lancelot strove to drive her made with slow and lazy strokes or if he would take her with the swiftness she craved.
When his hands went around her back to lift her and his hips bucked she swore the world collapsed around her. Her hands threaded in his hair as their bodies rocked together.
Every thrust of their bodies together drew his impressive length against her g-spot and over her clit. The room spun as she tried to keep her eyes locked with Lancelot’s, but a third thrust drew them shut.
Her body screamed for more, her body slapping against Lancelot’s as he did in fact take her slowly.
“There is no rush,” he spoke against her lips. “I am going to do this to you until you cannot move without feeling the memory of me.”
The words threw her over the edge as he claimed her verbally in a way no man had ever done.
“That’s it,” he purred and his thrusts began to speed up.
Gwen’s entire thought process blurred to nothing as Lancelot continued to fuck her even as she exploded with an orgasm.
“Lance,” she huffed, her hips going wildly against his.
“I like that version of my name on your lips.” His tongue thrust inside her mouth and Lancelot shifted, laying her on her back. “I’m going to appreciate it even more it’s screamed.”
He gave her what she wanted as he gripped her shoulders and drove into her harder than any man ever. Gwen writhed on the bed, another orgasm already surfacing despite the closeness of the first. Her entire body trembled under his control until she did scream his name.
Seconds later he pulled out, her name a similar cry on his lips.
Gwen lay there, trembling from the intensity of the pleasure and tried to thank him for pulling free but couldn’t.
The Race of their life
When all your hopes begin in the sky...
In early 2016 I began writing The Race. It was everything I'd dreamed I'd get to write in steampunk - an action adventure romance that took place almost entirely on an airship. Unfortunately, all the complications from my pregnancy left me unable to write from about February until my son was born at the end of May.
Then, we moved to New Orleans. The next thing I knew, my publisher had deadlines for me. I finally felt well enough, but I was unable to continue The Race due to other needs.
Fast forward three years. it's now 2019. I booked a cover with the fantastic Illustrated Author. I did this with the hope that I'd fall in love with it and push other projects off to get back to The Race. She did not disappoint!
Unfortunately, in April 2020, my swallowing condition began. I couldn't write ... anything. Despite not having answers, it wasn't the only thing draining my creativity. Aidan was home from March 2020 - September 2021 and my day job stepped up to almost 60 hours a week.
January 2022 came and I knew what I had to do. I had to prioritize the story and characters I'd left behind. And I did! The Race had only 18,000 words written when I stopped and I added 62,000 words in just 26 days. Rose and Wyatt couldn't be stopped and I'm so excited they are finally here.
Their journey was 6 years in the making, but it's finally here!
When all your hopes begin in the sky.
The world is not what it once was, but Rose cannot seem to convince her mother of that. Steam powered airships, mechanical carriages, and a far less constricting type of fashion are not enough to free Rose from her mother's hand. Headed toward London and a suitor she's never met, all Rose wants to do is captain the airship her father left her upon his death. While not impossible in the new world order, it's certainly not fathomable to her antiquated mother. In order to live her dream, Rose will have to take matters into her own hands.
Two tragedies left Wyatt nearly destitute and an emotional rogue. When he hears of the big race that could win him a title and land, he's ready to push life savings on the line. Unfortunately, he had no ship of his own and no way to enter, until he meets the beautiful Rose.
Their only hope of seeing both their dreams become a reality is each other. From London to Paris and more, the duo must trust in one another if they are to win the race. Trust comes with quite a cost as adventure can easily turn deadly and losing the race isn't all they have to worry about.
See what early reviewers are saying about The Race!
On Release Day....
I honestly have no idea where to start. Today is a day that I've been dreaming about since I was in second grade and decided I wanted to be an author. I didn't know then that it was a daunting task filled with so many different emotional journey's I would want to scream and cry and jump for joy all at once. But today, eighteen years, I've learned that.
A bored little seventh grader dreamed up a world where the book characters could be real; could protect her from things. Until I was 20 I had that fizzling in the back of my mind. Pretending it could be a really good book idea. Then last August I decided it was finally time to write it. Time to tell the story I'd randomly been dreaming for most of my life.
I may have always known I wanted to be a writer, but I didn't have the drive, or maybe it was the guts, to make it happen. I went to undergrad at UC Riverside for Creative Writing. I was told so many things by wonderful, and honestly, not so wonderful professors. More than once I'd been told that genre writing was a different ballgame than literary fiction and considered "smut". So I learned how to write brilliantly boring literary fiction - don't get me wrong I know some people love it, but it's just not enough for me.
I never had the drive to finish anything though because I got it in my mind that it wasn't being a real author. While I didn't let it get me down I did let it push me to pursue my second love, journalism and PR. Not a horrible thing but when I found myself unemployed and looking for something to do I decided it was time to finish just one of the few stories I'd started. Torn Between Two Worlds was the only one that made sense to finish.
A little less than a year later, I'm getting to say hello to my book being brought out into the world. I submitted to a publishing house that I knew was the right fit for me, and thankfully they felt the same.For the past 5 months I've been schooled in promo photos, cover creation, book trailers, Amazon stuff and more. Now it's time to see if I did any of it right ;)
I want to take a moment and thank all the people that I never could have done this with out. Thank you first and foremost to my private school librarian - Miss Burns. Without you I may never have even tried to write, my never have known how. To SJ Davis, thank you so incredibly much for taking a risk on a me. I hope to not let you, and Hot Ink Press, down. To my rockstar editor, Elizabeth, thank you. I don't think I will ever forget to have a man clean himself ever again! (P.S. I totally checked Nightmare in Steam after that convo to make sure everything was squeaky clean!). Thank you to Skye, Catherine, Mariana, Randi and Frances for holding my hand at various steps along the way to learn how to market and release this book. Thank you so much to Joe for his incredible gift that means more than he knows. A special thanks to Riley for my beautiful (and sexy) cover - Ciara and Stryder are exactly how I pictured them! And lastly, thank you to everyone outside my lit family who have been going on this journey and supporting me.
Now for some fun! Click below to grab your very own copy of Torn Between Two Worlds and check out the slideshow of my favorite promo images!
NEW RELEASE FROM Lexi Ostrow
Torn Between Two Worlds (Book 1 of the Guardians)
"A girl with an incredible gift must chose between good & evil, love & loss"
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