Friday's Erotic Threesome

Rearview Mirror

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BLURB:

 

Following a catastrophic diagnosis and the sudden death of her husband, Liz Gallagher becomes a widow at the age of thirty. Grieving and alone, she has to subdivide her property to avoid financial hardship. Ben Neilson and Noah Finley move in next door.

 

Ben, a successful lawyer, feels Liz’s pain, reaching out to her in attempts to bring her back to the land of the living. Noah, who spent the majority of his teen years in juvenile detention, can’t escape the crime of his youth and has been living the life of an introverted man.

 

When both men find themselves attracted to their new neighbor, Ben decides to take matters into his own hands, determined to see Liz and Noah heal their pain and stop looking into the rearview mirror of their past.

 

EXCERPT:

 

He’d felt queasy since he’d set foot on her property. It was that nervous bundle of knots that always formed with anything unknown, whether it was a person or a situation. Noah couldn’t turn away from a lady who was struggling. That usually prompted him to intervene. He had no dating skills, but offering his back for physical labor was no problem.

Ben was at work, and since Noah only had part-time hours on the road department, he was planning on getting in a full day of renovations.

He’d watched her from afar, her willowy frame trying to drag a fifty-pound bag of mulch across the yard. A widow at thirty, Jesus. Ben had told him that Liz’s husband had passed away, but to hear it from her made it a hard, cold reality. Did I think she was older? The word “widow” sounded old. The look that glazed over her tired eyes only added to his anxiety.

Noah never knew what to say or how to handle people like himself, and he was pretty sure he and Liz were treading water in the same murky pond, trying not to drown in fear and misery. He didn’t even know how to cope with himself. The idea of him ever being able to offer any type of comfort to another was ridiculous. That would be like a shrink going to see another shrink.

He paced up and down the length of the porch while he waited for her. The longer he waited, the more apprehensive he got. What would they talk about? I’ll just down the tea and scoot back into my own yard. He leaned on the railing, taking in the rural peacefulness. It really was beautiful here. He’d had to battle that peacefulness the first few weeks. It was too quiet for him to sleep. Noah usually needed some type of background noise. He’d grown up accustomed to the racket of a twenty-four-hour-a-day operation. It was a daily routine that consisted of changing shifts, buzzers sounding, and someone in authority ordering you to your next destination. They decided what you ate, what you wore, and when you could use the toilet.

After meeting Ben, Noah often forgot that he no longer needed permission to do things. Noah gripped the railing. His eyes fell to his clenched fingers before moving to a nearby plant that sat in the corner where the railings met. He leaned into the plant. His eyes went wide at the sight of what looked to be a discarded marijuana cigarette. Tempted to confirm what he thought he was seeing, he reached for it, but quickly retreated when the back screen door opened and Liz emerged, carrying a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses.

“Sit, please,” Liz said, waving him to the swing. Noah sat down, the swing swaying. Liz set the glass pitcher and two tumblers down on a small table. “Help yourself.” Liz walked to the far end of the porch and retrieved a chair. Relieved that she wasn’t going to sit next to him, Noah took one of the glasses and poured hers first, careful not to allow the lemon slices to fall into her glass.

Liz sat down. Noah handed Liz her drink, surprised that his eyes took a hasty tour up and over her shapely legs. Her skin looked smooth, blushing with a peachy hue. Her voice rang out around them. His fingers gripped the glass.

“Thanks again.” She smiled, tipping her glass back. Noah nodded, sticking his nose into his glass, running to safety again. Ben said he had a talent for that. Whatever others thought was normal was alien to him. Sitting on a porch gazing out at the countryside drinking iced tea with a woman was one of them. Noah gulped the chilled tea, his dry throat cooling. A sweetened fragrance seeped into his nose. Was it her, or nature’s new season?

“It’s not a big deal, really,” Noah insisted. “Don’t hurt yourself.” Her expression changed, dropping a bit. “No, no,” Noah’s voice rose. His face twisted, wishing he could eat his words right out of the air. You idiot! “I didn’t mean it that way, really. Just remember that we’re here, me more so than Ben. You know his job can be demanding. What I’m trying to say is…” He shook his head in frustration.

Liz spoke, coming to his aid. “I know.” She smiled. “I’ll ask next time,” she told him. “Please just be honest with me. If you’re busy, you’re busy.” She escaped his eyes quickly.

Noah took a deep breath, relieved. He settled back into the cushions and extended his legs. His muscles were tightening up, a good excuse to leave before he got lazy. Instead of drinking his tea, Noah found himself drinking in Liz’s profile as she stared out into the treed horizon. Her hair had lovely waves of loose curls, full of movement that rested right on her shoulders. Her eyes were a pretty, sweet brown, but they were sad. They sort of dipped downward at the outer edges. The last part of her face Noah wanted to see was her lips. Regardless of his dysfunctional fears, his risk didn’t disappoint. Liz did have a gorgeous mouth, her lips pouty and full. Her soft voice moved through the tranquil quiet, her eyes still staring into the spacious backyard.

“So what are you working on today?” she asked, facing him. She rested an elbow on her knee, bobbing the toe of her sneaker.

“We’ve made it upstairs. I’m gutting out the bathroom today. I should get back.” Noah set his glass down on the table and stood. “If I can help you with anything else…” Noah raked his fingers through his hair. Liz rose from her chair.

“I’ll be sure to ask,” she nodded. A tangle of hair fell over her arched brow. Her gaze hovered around him, settling on his eyes briefly.

Her question caught him off guard, icing him over like a snowstorm.

“Have you and Ben been friends long?” Liz shifted her weight, maybe uncomfortable with her inquiry.

“I met Ben when I was eighteen,” Noah informed her.

“Oh, wow,” Liz answered, her brows raised.

The past was coming at him like an avalanche. One question always led to more. The guys on the road department never pushed, but women were different. They always wanted to know more.

ADULT EXCERPT:

 

“Thank you for coming. Every time I see you I want more and more of you,” he murmured. His voice was low and throaty. Ben’s other hand rested on her waist. His hips gently rolled against hers. His body spoke, its message loud and enunciated. She could feel him. His cock was distended, lightly rubbing against her. Her head fell back, the bark sharp on her scalp. His face blended in with the shadows, his lips now on hers. A light kiss led to the breath of his words tickling her lips.

“I’d like more, but I don’t want to push,” Ben whispered. When his tongue artfully traced her lower lip, Liz felt her body kick on, waking up like a dormant machine. The sensation began in her toes, moving up and over her body like a wild and crazy growth wrapping around her limbs. Their lips sealed. Their mouths naturally opened, inviting the other in to taste. His tongue brushed the insides of her mouth, slowly gliding over the surface of her tongue. The kiss was impeccable, sweeping her off her feet. Gravity waned, giving in to the power of his affectionate persuasion.

The attention and graciousness with which Ben carried himself was as enticing as his kiss. Though Noah was a powerful deterrent, the way Ben served his affection to her was a delicacy no woman could turn away from. He was luring her out. Liz touched his teeth, venturing into his heat, tasting the fruity sweetness in his mouth. His palms slowly skimmed up her body, lifting the hem of her tank top. Her lungs caught. Her heart raced with the craving, the uncertainty. It had her in knots. Liz’s celibate body screamed. All reservation was gone, being wiped away by his touch. An anguished moan escaped from her throat. Ben slowly lifted the material, raising her arms into the air. Her tank top fell onto the dewy grass at their feet. Ben placed her hands on the thick branch above. Liz curled her fingers, gripping, hanging on. She hadn’t worn a bra. The cool air hit her flesh. She felt her nipples tingle in response. The chalky haze of the moon glazed over her nakedness.

Ben’s hands slid over her torso, cupping her breasts.

“Oh God,” Liz whispered. The huskiness of her voice surprised her. It’s been so long. His head dipped. Her eyes closed at the sensation of a wet, hot tongue as Ben licked the swell of her breast. Her nails dug at the bark. Her lungs fought for more air. She glanced down, watching his lips part. His mouth enveloped her, suckling gently on her nipple. Fire raged, searing her skin. Her belly tingled, waking with an erotic excitement. Her hips fidgeted. His mouth moved slowly, like thick syrup dripping. A rush of air hit her again as he lowered to his knees. His mouth moved over body, his teeth nipping at the button of her shorts. Liz’s eyes flew open, staring into a twinkling night sky. She did want this. The urge was there. Something that’d been dead was being rebirthed and brought back to life. Her pussy was wet, swollen with the desire to receive another man’s attention. He slid her shorts down to her ankles, lifting her feet with care. He skimmed the edges of her panties, teasing her through the thin silk before removing them.

His actions were precise and unhurried. Ben was giving her the opportunity of a polite refusal. Her body ached for a release. She absorbed his tender touch. The ground beneath her feet vanished. He had her floating better than any drug she’d ever ingested. His soft fingers were on her, parting the delicate folds of pussy. His hot breaths warmed her skin. The gentleness of his tongue on her had her calling out.

“Ben,” Liz gasped. Her spine crumbled into dust. Ben held her hips, his lips on her navel.

“I’m right here.” The words of his affirmation were hoarse. “I want to give you pleasure. I don’t want you to feel any more pain, just decadent pleasure. Please let me,” he pleaded. “You’re so beautiful.” He rained her belly with kisses. His finger eased into her heat, sliding through her pussy with feathering touches. Liz’s head tipped back, her mouth opening in awe. He slipped his hands around her hips, cupping her ass. His mouth suckled her clit before his tongue tenderly lapped at her pussy with slow, soothing strokes.

“Oh,” Liz whimpered. Her legs turned to liquid, the weight of her own body suddenly too much. A hand retreated back. Ben’s finger slid up inside her, uniting with her heat. She was cresting, riding an endless wave. His mouth and finger worked in unison, a rhythm that was custom made for her. Her body arched, bowing into the cool night air. Her arms began to numb. His finger left her, his tongue now swirling over her pussy.

 

 

 

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Thursday's Man Love Romance

Controlling the Burn

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BLURB:

 

Drew Ward knows how to keep his head in the game and, now that he’s accomplished his mission to become one of the elite Loveland Smoke Jumpers, he’s turning his attention to the man he’s wanted nearly half his life. Seasoned smoke jumper Wesley Payton might be twenty years older, but he’s one hotbed of perfection Drew aims to have, and he won’t stop his pursuit until Wesley belongs to him.

 

Wesley has avoided being caught alone with Drew for six weeks, but he hasn’t managed to evade the fire burning inside him for the younger man. Drew is sinfully sexy, dangerously tempting, and Wesley knows if he lets the man get too close he’ll be toast. But Drew isn’t a man who backs off easily, and when Wesley suddenly finds himself in the man’s arms, he knows he’s parachuted into a wildfire he won’t be able to control.

 

EXCERPT:

“Mind if I come in?” The request spilled from Wesley’s lips before he could think to stop it and the next thought to slam into his brain was a very loud, very insistent game on.

Drew’s surprise morphed to utter shock. He glanced down at himself, leveled his gaze with Wesley’s once more, and a devilish grin unfolded on his lips. “Given my current state of dress, or lack thereof, I’m hoping that question means I’m going to have to fight you off once I get you in here.”

Wesley didn’t comment as Drew moved aside, waited for him to enter the room, then closed the door behind him. The sound of the lock engaging into place reverberated, the sexually charged atmosphere rapidly overtaking the room like a nuclear explosion.

“Would you?” Wesley turned, found himself within arm’s reach of the man, and lifted a brow. “Fight me off, I mean?”

Drew made a raspberry sound with his lips and barked a laugh. “Fuck, no.”

Wesley smiled. “Yeah, I guess I’ve been doing enough fighting for the both of us.”

Drew’s eyes narrowed. “But, unless my vibe-o-meter is on the fritz here, I’m getting the impression you’re done with that.”

Wesley took a half step toward Drew, hooked an arm around his waist, and yanked the man against him. “Yeah, I’m done with that.”

 

* * * *

 

Wesley kissed him and Drew wound his arms around the man’s neck. Wesley kissed him and Drew lost himself in the man’s taste. Wesley kissed him and Drew felt his whole world shift on its axis.

It was different than the tonsil-licking kiss they’d shared in the weight room that morning before Drew had taken Wesley’s cock into his mouth. It was different than the soft peck Wesley had given him before he’d walked out the door of that weight room, because this time Wesley had come after him.

Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.

And, this time, hello, detonation, Wesley wasn’t holding anything back. He angled his head, taking the kiss deeper as his arm around Drew’s waist shifted. He skimmed a flattened palm up Drew’s spine. The contrast of Wesley’s callused hand to the smooth flesh of his back felt nothing short of sheer testosterone-pleasuring bliss. The hand came to rest on Drew’s hip as Wesley glided it back down and Drew felt the fingers of his other hand bunch the towel he wore in a firm grip a nanosecond before Wesley ripped it away.

Determined not to be outdone, desperately needing to be skin to skin with this man, Drew made his hands busy, too. He splayed his hands on Wesley’s broad shoulders, dragged them down the man’s powerful biceps, and skipped them to the man’s sides where he gathered the tight-fitting T-shirt the man wore into his fingers and pulled it up between their bodies.

Wesley broke the kiss long enough for Drew to yank the shirt over his head and then his mouth was back. His tongue thrust between Drew’s parted lips as if he couldn’t get enough of Drew’s taste.

Drew said another silent thank-you to the powers that be as he allowed himself to be consumed. He’d been taking on the role of aggressor from the start, biding his time these last six weeks, forcing himself to focus on getting through training and securing his place in the unit before he jumped feet first into his pursuit of Wesley. Tonight, Wesley was taking that aggressor role away from him, demanding he surrender, and no way in hell was he going to argue.

Drew tossed Wesley’s shirt through the air, heard it knock over something on the dresser, and dismissed the sound as he found the waistband of the man’s jeans and started fumbling for the button. Wesley’s hands were roaming his back and ass, making it terminally difficult for Drew to concentrate. Still, he managed to free the button. He groped for the zipper tag, felt his fingers collide with another blasted button, and growled like a wounded animal into Wesley’s mouth.

“Really, babe?” Drew pulled back, narrowing his eyes at the laughter he saw dancing in Wesley’s. “What? Did you think button-fly jeans would save you if you suddenly came to your senses and changed your mind?”

“They were the only clean pair I had left.”

“Well, sweetie, they’re gonna need mending after this.” Drew closed his fingers tightly on the denim and yanked, sending the remaining buttons flying. He didn’t spare them an ounce of his attention, not caring where they landed or what they hit on their way down. With Wesley’s jeans now gaping open, he gripped the waistband and pushed them down the man’s legs.

Wesley shifted, which didn’t help a bit until Drew realized the man was kicking off his tennis shoes, which definitely did help.

“While you’re doing all that kicking, send these with the shoes.” Drew shucked Wesley’s jeans the rest of the way down the man’s legs and let Wesley take over.

Then, finally, finally, when Wesley pulled Drew fully against him again, they were skin to skin. Wesley made a sound that so perfectly echoed the sensations Drew felt as their chests pressed against one another, the heat between them so suffocating, it might have drained all the oxygen. Every breath seemed to ignite the flames higher, make them burn hotter until a backdraft seemed inevitable.

“Geezus,” Wesley whispered on a breathy exhale. His head fell back on his shoulders and he went still in Drew’s embrace.

Drew’s heart skipped a fearful beat. “You can’t start having second thoughts, not now, not when you’ve let me get this far, this close.”

Wesley lifted his head, opened his eyes, and met Drew’s gaze. His arms were around Drew, one hand gliding up Drew’s back while the other skimmed over his ass. “It’s not that. It’s, damn, you feel so fucking good.”

Drew smiled and his heart settled back into a rapid rhythm. “Now that you’re allowed to think.”

 

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THE HEROES OF SILVER SPRINGS
Trained to protect. Willing to die. Ready to serve...in bed and out.

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Wednesday's Paranormal Romance

Riptide

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Blurb:

Rory Frazier is destined to be the next leader of Kismet Cove, a secret colony of seal shape shifters known as selkies. The catch? Rory can only claim his birthright if he and his blood brother Evan Sinclair find a suitable mate. 

Jessica Jones has come to Tofino to reclaim her life and move on from the grief of her mother’s death. Jess just wants time alone and space to heal, but kismet has something else in store. After a rogue waves sweeps her out into the frigid Pacific Ocean, Jess is rescued by two handsome men who heat her blood and help to heal her wounded heart.

Time’s running out for Rory and Evan. They need to present the colony with their chosen mate and tell Jess the truth about who they really are. When their secrets are finally revealed will their new found love survive, or will the emotional riptide tear the three of them apart forever?

 

 

 

Excerpt:  

Jess knew there was a reason she should open her eyes, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what it was. It was easier just to drift in the comforting warmth that surrounded her like a cocoon than to puzzle out what was wrong. She was warm, and Evan had said she was safe… Jess’s brain slammed on the brakes and then reviewed her last thought and a second later she was sitting up in bed, her arms crossed over her nearly naked chest as she stared down at the blond god looking up at her in alarm.

“What—” was all he got out of his mouth before she started screaming.

“Where am I and why am I naked? And who the hell are you?”

Jess grabbed the blankets still wrapped around her and scrambled backward until she hit a wall.

“Just calm down for a minute, Jess. I’m Evan, remember?”

“No! I mean… maybe?” She realized he was only half dressed and panic washed over her again. “Where are your clothes? And where the hell are mine?!”

She heard footsteps coming at a dead run and the next thing she knew another man burst into the room. Jess squealed in fright and tried to stand up, slamming her head on the low ceiling. Stars burst behind her eyelids and she dropped back down to the bed with a cry of fear and pain.

“What the fuck did you do to her, Evan?” the new arrival bellowed.

“Nothing! Now will you shut up? You’re scaring her.”

“I’m scaring her? Really? I was up top when she started screaming.”

“Shut. Up. Rory,” Evan snarled and Jess could hear him moving on the bed. “Jess, sweetheart, it’s okay. You got taken out by a wave and we pulled you out of the water. You’re clothes are right over there, but they’re soaking wet. Are you remembering any of this yet?”

Jess opened her eyes slowly and found herself staring straight into the face of a dark angel. His black hair fell to his shoulders, and his eyes were the color of onyx. She could tell he hadn’t bothered to shave in a day or so, and the dark stubble added to the surreal sense of danger the man projected. Even stooped over to fit inside the strangely configured room, he looked absolutely huge and more than a little intimidating.

“Hi, Jess. I’m Rory.” The dark haired man gave her a slow smile and she felt her insides turn to molten mush. That smile transformed his face and softened the impact of his powerful presence.

“Uh, hi.” She tugged the blankets tighter around her and glanced over to Evan again. He was like sunshine after the storm when she compared him to Rory. He had sandy blond hair and a friendly smile that she recognized from the tumble of terrible memories that were all jumbled up inside her head. “You were the one that pulled me out of the water,” she said to Evan and he nodded, still watching her with concern gleaming in his sky-blue eyes.

“That’s right. Rory was there, too, but he was dealing with the boat, so I was the one who took you down here and got you warmed up.”

More memories came back and Jess blushed as she remembered being undressed and then burrowing into Evan’s arms.

Evan grinned and she found herself dazzled by his smile. “Oh yeah, it’s all coming back to you now, isn’t it?” he chuckled. “Now that we’ve established the fact that no one here’s an ax murderer, why don’t you lie back down and finish getting warmed up while I check to make sure you didn’t just give yourself a concussion.”

“I’ll do it,” Rory offered and the two men exchanged a look Jess didn’t quite catch the meaning of. It must have meant something, though, because Evan grinned and nodded before flopping back down on the mattress and patting the spot beside him.

“I’ll leave the first aid to Rory’s gentle touch, then. Come here, sweetheart. You’re nowhere near recovered yet. You need to rest.”

A fragment of another conversation popped into Jess’s head and she grinned at Evan as she carefully made her way back to his side. “I thought you said he was heavy-handed?”

Rory growled and Evan groaned with laughter. “Oh sure. You didn’t remember getting rescued, but you managed to remember me insulting his driving? You’re just going to be a world of trouble for us, I can already tell.”

Jess was intensely aware of Rory as he moved around behind her, and she felt a shimmer of heat dance over her skin as he gently stroked her hair and explored her scalp just around where she’d bumped it.

“You gave yourself a nice goose-egg, but I don’t see any blood.”

“So I’ll live?” She tried to keep her tone light, but she could hear the tremor in her voice. She hoped they’d think it was from the cold and not because of the effect the two of them were having on her.

Rory’s hands stroked over her wet hair and came to rest on her shoulders as he leaned down so his mouth was just beside her ear. “You’ll live, but only if you stop wandering out on the rocks during storm season. Promise me you won’t do that again.”

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Tuesday's Titled Author

Sidney’s Triple Shot

Apache Crossing 1

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Sidney Rowe has been abused in ways that most people can’t even imagine.  After a horrific miscarriage, she left behind everything she had, to escape her ex-boyfriend.  She finds refuge in the kindness of the three Dawson brothers. They give her a job and a sense of security in the small town of Apache Crossing. 

Xavier, Tyce, and Noah Dawson, have built their bar, Triple Shot, into a profitable enterprise.  The three former Marines, have also built a reputation for integrity in the community, but their sex appeal and charm are legendary. They enjoy their playboy status…that is until a jumpy, skittish Sidney stumbles into their lives needing their help.

Sexual tension explodes when the brothers decide they want to protect and share Sidney, but to have her they have to stop her ex from haunting her. Can they keep her safe, and win her damaged heart?

Excerpt

“I’m fine. I’m sorry I panicked,” she said, but her voice came out as a squeak. Reality came crashing into her like a tidal wave. She was sitting in Tyce’s lap, surrounded by the only other two men that had ever made her throb with desire, and she had their full attention. Xavier’s hands had just been running all over her body, making her skin tingle. Her anxiety ratcheted up as she tried to come up with a believable explanation for her panic attack. She looked up, and when Xavier’s eyes met hers, she instinctively dropped her gaze away from the intensity in those blue orbs.

“Don’t be scared. It was a pallet of supplies that got dropped when the loader’s hydraulics broke. No one got hurt, thankfully. We just have a bit of a mess in the back room to clean up.” Noah crouched down next to Xavier, taking her hands into his and drawing her attention. “Honey, why did it scare you so much?”

“Umm…I don’t know…I mean, I heard it, and I thought it was a gunshot…” She fidgeted for a moment, but froze when she remembered that she was still in Tyce’s lap. The thickness underneath her told her that he was very physically aware of her wiggling.

“A gunshot? Why would someone be shooting around here, Sidney?” Xavier’s question set panic building in her chest again, and she started to pull away from Tyce’s embrace without answering.

“No, Sidney, you can’t run away from us this time. What is going on? Are you in trouble?” Tyce pulled her back against his chest and pressed her head back down to his shoulder. Her whole body was trembling, and he kissed the top of her head, running his hand up and down her back. For an instant she wondered how it would feel to be held like this through the night. Comforted and cherished like something precious. She quickly discarded the fantasy and tried to refocus on the situation.

“Tyce, please let me go,” she said with a strength that belied the fragile state her emotions were in. When she turned away from him, she found Xavier still kneeling in front of her . He reached out and gently but firmly gripped her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“Want to tell us about Robert Wicks?” Xavier said quietly. Sidney felt like her lungs would never expand again. Terror trickled down her spine, followed by sadness that was so overpowering she had to close her eyes against their questioning looks. Like waves each emotion swept over her, leaving her breathless and closer to the edge of an irrationally emotional breakdown. She twisted away from Xavier’s grip on her jaw and jumped up from Tyce’s lap.

“No, actually I don’t. That’s my business, and I don’t need to share it with anyone. I’m going back out to the front to help Kara.” She reached the door before she felt hands on her. Noah’s firm body pressed against her back, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her. One arm was across her chest and the other across her hips, holding her immobile while he pressed a kiss to her ear. It was a beautifully sweet touch that made her ache to share her burdens with him. “Stop, honey. Whatever it is, you can talk to us,” he murmured against her ear, and goose bumps prickled across her arms. She couldn’t tell them about Robert, and she couldn’t let them get any closer to her. It was time to leave.

“Look, I’m sorry if I gave you all the wrong impression, but I don’t want or need your help. What I need is my privacy, and my paycheck. I will finish my shift and leave my uniform in the locker tonight. Clearly I can’t continue working here.” She held herself stiff until she felt Noah reluctantly release her, and then she threw the door open and walked down the hallway. She could feel the tingle of all three men’s eyes on her again until the door shut behind her. Straightening her spine, she fought off tears as she reentered the bar dining room. She wouldn’t cry for a man again. No matter how much she wanted to.

ADULT EXCERPT

 Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Noah and Tyce stripping out of their clothes as she tugged Xavier’s zipper down, exposing his hard length to her hot hands. She shoved his pants down his thighs and then wrapped her hand around him. She smiled again when her fingers didn’t quite close around his girth, and her pussy grew wetter. Sticking her tongue out, she gently licked the pre-cum off of the tip of his cock.

“Don’t tease me, Sidney,” Xavier grumbled, and she opened her lips and sucked his length down until it was teasing her tonsils. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s good, baby.”

Waves of satisfaction rolled over her at every grunt and moan of pleasure that escaped his voice box, and she doubled her efforts. Reaching her hand underneath him to cup his heavy balls, she began a sensual, circular motion with her fingers.

While she was alternately tugging and massaging at his balls, he roughly gripped her hair and began thrusting into her mouth at his own pace. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and felt his balls tighten in her hand.

“Swallow it, baby,” he directed, just before his whole body shuddered as cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, trying not to lose a drop, and after a few moments his hand gripped her chin to pull her away from him oversensitive cock. He tipped her head back to look down at her, and she smiled at the heavy-lidded look of a sated man.

“Your mouth is incredible,” he murmured as he bent to kiss her tingling lips. She was surprised by the kiss, knowing he must taste himself on her tongue, but she realized that even that was a turn on. When he finally broke their lip-lock and stepped away from her, she was breathing hard again, and she could feel the flush of lust on her face and throat.

“Strip now,” Xavier said in a low voice that stroked her desire even higher. She dropped her eyes from his as she tugged the beautiful navy-blue dress over her head. Noah snatched it from her hands before tossing it in the general direction of the kitchen and dropping to his knees where Xavier had been standing.

A blink later she was completely nude except for her strappy high-heeled sandals. She felt decadent and utterly sexual in the presence of three large, nude men, and she pushed away all of her normally self-conscious thoughts.

Tyce moved closer to her side and reached out with one hand to tweak her nipple. She reacted by moaning and arching into his hand, so he did it again, only harder. “Do you like that, love?” he whispered to her, but her panting gave the answer away for her.

Noah’s hands were forcing her knees apart, and his long, masculine fingers were gently stroking their way closer and closer to her cleft as Tyce dropped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth. She cried out at the ripples of ecstasy that rolled over her as Noah nipped at the soft skin of her inner thigh and danced his fingers over her dripping slit. Tyce’s teeth and tongue worked magic on her sensitive nipples, and before she could register what was happening, Sidney climaxed spectacularly.

* * * *

Noah knelt between Sidney’s legs with his eyes fastened on the soft, pink folds of her femininity. He watched the muscles clench as her orgasm rocked through her and saw the gush of cream that came with it. Thinking to himself that it would be a crime to waste that sweet-tasting juice, he ran the tip of his tongue over her, causing her to scream out as another smaller orgasm exploded over her.

He glanced over at Xavier, who sat in a chair, completely nude and entirely focused on the beautiful Sidney. By the rapturous look on his brother’s face, Noah could only hazard a guess that Xavier was as smitten by Sidney as he was.

Whether she knew it or not yet, she trusted them with her body and soul. There was no reason for it, other than fate, because they hadn’t known each other long enough for them to have truly earned her trust. His heart was swollen with pride and love for the beautiful woman, and all he could think about was claiming her for his own permanently.

He watched as Tyce tugged at her body until she moved where he wanted her. Now she rested on her knees with her chest on the seat of the couch, and her beautiful, curvy ass high in the air. Reaching one hand across her back to stroke over the soft white skin of her rear, he couldn’t resist giving her a little tap. She squealed, and Noah could feel his face break out in a grin to match Tyce’s.

“Again,” Xavier commanded from behind them, and this time Noah smacked the other ass cheek.

“Yes!” Sidney moaned into the couch cushion and wiggled her butt back and forth.

“Hold still, love, or you won’t get what you want,” Tyce said, and then he bent over her back to kiss her spine, soothing away the roughness of his words.

Noah continued to let his hands drift over Sidney’s body as Tyce gently began stroking her asshole with the tip of his finger. The whole time Sidney’s body trembled under their touch, but she managed to hold fairly still. With a wink at Noah, Tyce dropped behind her, and from the angle of his head, Noah knew he was licking her from front to back. She gasped, and her breath came out in a choking sound when Tyce’s licks centered on her ass, and when he finally raised his head, Noah could see he had penetrated her ass with two fingers.

 

Author Info:

I am an everyday woman, born and raised right smack in the middle of the country in the ever conservative state of Kansas. I juggle three sons, a husband, a dog, a part-time job in the financial industry, and way too many extra-curricular activities to mention. Writing is a way of stepping outside of the real world, and embracing something new and different for me. A hopeless romantic, I spend my days dreaming up Alpha men, and my nights telling their stories, always looking for the Happily Ever After. Currently I have three other books published in the Paranormal Erotic Romance series: The Gray Pack. http://bookstrand.com/lori-king

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The Perfect Plan

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That's right folk's...The Men of Treasure Cove are back with a whole new story to trip your trigger! Check out The Perfect Plan to see what those crazy McDaniel Brothers are up to and if they can plan a way to save the day!

 

"The Perfect Plan"

 

 

     Orin, Davis, and Jacks McDaniel are the party boys of Treasure Cove. All are single, good looking, and refuse to marry, opening their house for fun, folly, and lots of kinky sex. So when they wake the next morning with wedding rings on their fingers, they are stunned.

     Lillian Campbell is just trying to live her life as quietly as possible. Hidden away in Celestial, not more than four hours away from her hometown of Silver Springs, she has managed to stay under the radar. That is until she wakes up to find herself married to three hot-looking cowboys.

     As the mystery of the night before begins to unfold, the brothers find themselves between a rock and a hard place. To keep everything they hold dear, they must formulate a plan to hide their wife, keep their marriage a secret, and not lose their hearts in the process. Because even the best-laid plans have a degree of difficulty.

Rebecca Joyce

Tuesday's Titled Author

Tara Rose

 

Welcome to Racy Indiana, population 10,467 (give or take a few) and founded in 1898. Located in northwest Indiana, a branch of the Iroquois River runs through the town, and miles of wind turbines dot the landscape.

If you walk along Riverfront toward downtown Racy, you’ll come to Market Street, the heart of Racy’s historic district. The buildings here are all original, and the business owners have lovingly maintained them. Most businesses in Racy have been passed down through the generations, but some have new owners.

For instance, Luke’s Bar is on this street. Gorgeous Luke Rodriguez owns it, and he spends most of his time there, until he meets Alexa Monahan, that is. Alexa moved to Racy from Manhattan, where she worked in a sex shop with Racy native Kari Tye.

Kari has been gone for fifteen years, but now she’s back. She and Alexa have just opened Tye Me Up, Racy’s first and only sex shop, out on Lawnview Drive. But unbeknownst to them, the secrets they left behind in The Big Apple have followed them to Racy.

Don’t worry. Noah Wells, a research and development specialist at Notus Power, the company that owns and operates the wind turbines just outside of Racy, will help keep Kari safe. And what he can’t accomplish, sexy Adison Kincaid, head of security at Notus, certainly can.

So come on in and take a stroll through Racy with its spunky heroines and drop-dead gorgeous heroes. This is small town America and Racy residents’ gossip as much as anyone, but when the crap hits the fan, they’re there for each other. From ex-Doms and serial killers, to ex-wives and AWOL soldiers, and all the way to tornadoes and arsonists, Racy has its share of trouble, but our heroes are on hand to make sure no harm comes to their heroines.

Winning Her Racy Heart

 

 

 

BLURB:

    When submissive Kari Tye returns home to Racy, Indiana, and opens a sex shop, she contends with more than the town’s surprise. Doms Noah Wells and Adison Kincaid are back in her life and vow to win her heart. But what will happen when the secret she left behind in New York City catches up with her?
     Noah was not only the town loser—he and Kari despised each other. But now that he’s turned his life around, can he and Kari put the past behind them? Adison took Kari’s virginity in high school, only to later enter a short-lived marriage with a woman he barely knew. How can she ever forgive him for that, let alone become his sub?
     Both men want her, and they soon realize they’ll have to share her, because she won’t choose between them. But Kari has a secret she left behind in the Big Apple, or so she thinks…

ADULT EXCERPT:

 

“Are these crotchless?” asked Noah.

“No, sir.” Her voice came out breathy and soft.

“Well then, they need to come off.”

“Oh…” Kari let out a sigh as Noah slipped them down her thighs. He lifted one boot then the other to remove them, and then he wrapped something around her other boot.

“You have a spreader on your ankles, Kari. I’m going to anchor it to the bed behind you as well, so there’s no chance you’ll fall forward.”

“Thank you, sir,”

She could almost feel both Noah and Adison stepping back to admire their handiwork. The lust coming off them was palpable. Kari’s breathing had become quick and shallow. Her heart raced. She was their prisoner, and she couldn’t see anything they were doing.

The first touch on her arm was feathery. She made a soft sound then relaxed her muscles. It was only a tickler.

“Just breathe.” Adison’s soft voice was close to her left ear, and she felt his body heat, warming her. “We’re going to take this slow.”

The tickler brushed her arms, slowly up one then down the other, before moving over the front of her corset.

“Does she still have those gorgeous, full breasts?”

“Oh yeah,” said Noah.

Kari’s mind reeled. Adison knew she’d had sex with Noah. How? They must have talked while she was in the bathroom, or earlier this week. The fact that both men knew and were still here, and had agreed to do this, was huge. She started to tremble again. Were all her erotic fantasies about these two really going to come true tonight? It was all she could do not to moan.

The tickler moved down her exposed upper thighs several times. She listened to their breathing, louder now, as someone lifted her skirt. Soft, feathery touches caressed her pussy, and this time Kari couldn’t help but moan.

“Fucking beautiful,” whispered Adison.

“Yes, she is.” Noah’s voice was low and sexy. The admiration in it was tangible.

The tickler was moved over the front of her corset again, her face, the blindfold, and then back down both arms. Kari heard movement, and then something with strips of thin leather or latex was brushed down her left arm. A flogger. She moaned louder.

“Guess she knows what this is,” said Noah, his voice full of humor.

The flogger lightly slapped her forearm, sending tiny waves of pleasure straight to her clit. Someone tapped her other arm with a thick piece of leather, and Kari cried out softly in surprise. The flogger and paddle—she assumed it was a paddle—each tapped an arm several times then moved to her breasts.

Even through the corset the effect wasn’t lost on Kari. She whimpered as her arousal built. The paddle was rubbed across both nipples while the flogger gently slapped its way down her upper thighs and back again.

“Please…” she whispered.

Noah’s hot breath was next to her right ear, and his voice was soft but commanding. “What did I tell you about begging, Kari?”

She groaned as someone lifted her skirt.

“Her legs need to be opened a bit more.” It was Adison’s voice, raspy and low. The spreader on her boots was adjusted after Adison told her to move her feet apart wide, and then someone smacked her pussy with the flogger.

It stung, and Kari yelped, but after the first few strikes the stinging became so pleasurable she began to cry out softly while shaking her head back and forth. When the flogging stopped and the other man tapped her pussy with the paddle, Kari’s cries turned into incomprehensible whispers. She was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed. Her orgasm was very close. Did they know that?

They started alternating between taps on her pussy and nipples with each toy, until Kari was sure she was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. When one of them began to unlace the corset, she begged again.

Noah chuckled, but neither one said a word. She felt two sets of fingers undoing the laces up the front of her corset until her breasts were freed.

“Oh…” That was Adison’s voice. “You weren’t kidding. She’s still fucking beautiful.”

Strong hands gripped her breasts, kneading them, but let go quickly, and Kari yelped when the paddle struck her bare nipples. The flogger stung worse, but both toys, one on each nipple at the same time, sent her over the edge.

Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms as they alternated between teasing her nipples and pussy with each toy. This was more arousing and erotic than any dream she could have conjured up. By the time they stopped, she was ready to let them both do anything they wanted.

“Are you all right, Kari?” Noah caressed her cheek with one finger.

“Yes. Thank you.” She could barely speak, let alone form an answer.

“You let us know if you need a break, okay?”

“I will, Noah. Thank you. Thank you—both of you—for this.”

“No, thank you, Kari.” Adison said gently. “You’re the one letting us play with you this way.”

“Anything,” she whispered. “I’ll let you both do anything you want to.”

 

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