Title: Every Single Part of You Series
Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour
Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers
Published by: LSJ Romance
Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design
Word Count: 80k
Heat Level: 5
Release Date: May 27, 2016
Please Note: This book contains mature themes,
explicit language and sexual scenes
Our choices are rarely cut and dry.
Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.
Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
Meet the Boys in the Band:
I lowered myself into the warmth and sparkling bubbles. “This feels great,” I said, relaxing muscles I hadn’t even realized were stiff.
Turning my head, I watched Eryk and Cross. Boots were kicked off. Socks removed. Jeans unbuttoned. There was no denying myself the pleasure of enjoying their hard bodies being revealed.
My gaze pinged between the two. Eryk exposed long, lean muscles like a swimmer as his shirt landed on the floor. Thicker muscles rippled down Cross’s body, but they both had the most mouthwatering set of abdominals and a sexy V-shaped cut to their…
Oh my. I gaped as they pushed their jeans and boxers down. They were both hard, their erections jutting out.
I blinked. Something silver glinted in the light. “You pierced your—” I clamped my mouth shut, staring.
“Dick,” Eryk said. “Yeah. I did.”
I winced, imagining the pain. “Why would you do that to your—”
“You can say it, Petal.”
I shook my head. Cross chuckled.
Eryk wrapped his fingers around his impressive girth. “Come on. Let me hear it. Don’t be shy.”
“Your—” I swallowed. Swiped my tongue over my lips. “Your dick,” I whispered.
“Scoot up,” Cross instructed.
When I did, he slipped into the tub behind me, pulling my body against delectably hard muscles, his manhood finding a home in the lower curve of my spine.
“May I see?” I asked Eryk, enthralled.
“You can see, touch, taste—whatever you want to do,” he said as he strode to the side of the tub. “I’m all yours.”
I untangled myself from Cross’s arms. Pushing up on my knees offered a better view of Eryk’s penis. I studied the wide head. Protruding vertically through the tip was a metal bar with two balls capping off each end.
I glanced up at him. “Didn’t that hurt?”
I tentatively reached out with a fingertip and paused.
“Go on.” He gripped himself again, angling the head to me in offering.
I touched the metal ball on top. “Why would you do such a thing?”
“When I’m pumping in and out of your sweet pussy, you’ll know why.”
A title wave of lust slammed into me as I pictured Eryk taking me. The muscles of his body working as he thrust into my snug channel, stretching me to my limits. I rubbed my lips together. What would cool steel and hot flesh feel like inside of me?
“You good?” Eryk asked interrupting my dirty thoughts. “Or do you need to study my Apa a little more?”
“This type of piercing is an Apadravya, or Apa for short.”
Cross snaked his arm around my waist once more. “Let Eryk join us.”
“Sorry,” I said, staring again at Eryk’s piercing. “I didn’t mean to be so flabbergasted.”
Cross slid me between his bent legs—his knees popping out of the water on either side of me.
“No need to apologize,” Eryk said, getting in the tub, facing Cross and I.
“I’m sure you’ve figured out I don’t have much experience with, well—things.” I hesitated a moment then blurted out only a partial thought. “I’ve lived in a fishbowl—”
Eryk’s brows pulled together. “Fishbowl?”
“You know, contained, while at the same time transparent—where everything I do and say is scrutinized by my father and his staff, as well as the media.”
“Ah,” Eryk muttered. “Gotcha.”
“We understand being in the spotlight of the media,” Cross said. “We deal with it, too.”
“Mm, but imagine not being free to be yourself while in that spotlight.” I paused a moment, trying to find the right way to explain. “The crazy thing is,” I said, “even with all the press
butting into my life, it has also been a sheltered one. Until you guys, I’d only been with one man, one time. And he didn’t even come close to making me feel what you have.”
“The guy who asked you to marry him?” Eryk asked.
I nodded. “Pierce.”
Eryk scowled. “This Pierce dude took your virginity, but didn’t make you come.”
Guilt niggled its way back into my system. I needed to tell Pierce I wasn’t going to be his wife.
“I didn’t know what I was doing,” I said. “And he wasn’t interested in taking things slow enough to teach me.”
“Angel,” Cross’s hands traced along the bell of my hips, “any guy who doesn’t want to touch every part of this slamming hot body and watch you get off is a complete douchebag loser.”
“Got that fuckin’ right,” Eryk said. “Give me your foot, beautiful girl.”
I lifted my foot out of the water, suds slipping down the front of my leg. Eryk took hold, and kissed my big toe.
I giggled, until he started massaging.
“Oh,” I moaned, head falling back onto Cross’s chest as Eryk worked his thumbs into the ball of my foot.
“That’s it.” Cross’s hands slicked up my ribcage, then over my breasts, narrowing everything in my world down to their attentive hands. “Just relax and enjoy. We’ll take good care of you.”
Eryk’s strong fingers wrapped around my ankle bone, manacling me as he lifted my foot to his mouth and kissed each pearlescent-painted toe. Then, he sucked on my pinky, twirling his sinful tongue around the digit, sucking on the tip.
Wow. The man was good with his mouth and his hands.
His lips slipped over the entire toe as he sucked with a slow, easy rhythm, keeping that steel-gray gaze of his on me. Fire streaked up from my foot and burned between my legs. “Eryk,” I panted.
Cross’s palms slicked down my torso, finger inching over my mound and finally gliding between my feminine folds. I thought I would lose my mind at the pleasure assaulting me.
A needy sound escaped my tremulous lips.
I was of two minds. I wanted to just lie there, enjoy, and ultimately find release, but I also wanted to make them feel good.
I grabbed Cross’s wrist, stilling his fingers. “Wait.”
“Why?” he asked, his breath tickling my ear.
Eryk stopped what he was doing, his gaze pinned on me.
Boldness, Sara. “I want to make you guys feel as good as you make me feel.”
Eryk glanced over my shoulder. I knew he and Cross were doing their silent form of communication, something I’d witnessed before.
“What do you have in mind, Angel?”
“I want to—” My lower lip weaseled its way between my teeth.
“To?” he pressed.
Blurt it out before you lose your nerve. “I want to make you both climax.”
“Come,” Cross said into my ear, making my nipples pull tighter. “You want to make us come.”
“How?” Eryk asked.
I licked my lips, and then went for it. “With my mouth.”
A smile formed on his face, but it was Cross who said, “You want to suck our cocks.”
He didn’t speak his words as a question, but I nodded anyway.
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