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Landscaper in Lust (MMF) ~ Robin Stone @RobinStoneBooks

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Blurb:

The Landscaper Series, 2

Their chemistry is undeniable. But can it ever be more than lust?

Two months have passed since Kyle’s hotter-than-hell fling with Tracy Dawson. Kyle can’t get the sexy housewife out of his head. When Tracy calls, they reconnect, and Kyle finds their chemistry hotter than ever.

Wealthy Eric Dawson enjoyed paying the rugged landscaper to pleasure Tracy while he watched, but he has a new proposal: joining them in bed. Kyle agrees, and the threesome push boundaries with every encounter.

But how far is Kyle truly willing to go?

Be warned:  MMF sex, sex for money, voyeurism

Excerpt:

I kneeled before her on the carpet and unbuttoned my shirt. I threw it aside as Tracy opened her legs. Her pussy was still shaved bare, and her lips were pink and slick. I licked her thigh, tasting her skin and inhaling her musk.

She spread her legs wider and put her hands on my head. I kept my eyes open so I could watch Eric with my peripheral vision. He licked his lips, and his hand moved toward his cock.

Tracy squirmed, grabbing my hair and pushing my mouth toward her clit. I gave it a soft flick with my tongue, eliciting a deep moan. I teased her, running my tongue down her slit and pressing it into her wet opening. I fucked her with my mouth until her wetness coated my chin.

“Oh…”

Her moans filled the room, bouncing off the high ceiling. Eric started rubbing his shaft through his pants. My cock throbbed as I imagined shoving down my pants and sinking into her wet heat.

I put my hands beneath her ass and hauled her closer, focusing on her clit. When I lifted her legs over my shoulders, Eric grunted. I slid two fingers into her and she cried out, digging her nails into my arms.

I pumped slowly at first, increasing my speed when her ass lifted off the couch. I wondered if Eric was playing with himself, but I didn’t want to lose my rhythm. I licked her faster and faster, in time with the strokes of my fingers until her legs tensed and she screamed.

Two short bursts of fluid filled my throat. She bucked against me, wailing and trembling. I swallowed everything she gave me, cleaning her with my tongue and lips until her legs relaxed and her breathing slowed.

“Did she squirt?” Eric asked.

I nodded. Eric exhaled and leaned back in the chair.

“Good girl,” he purred.

“Oh, baby, that felt so good.”

I couldn’t tell if she was talking to Eric or me, but it didn’t matter. She squeezed my hands, and my heart caught in my chest. I leaned against the couch, catching my breath.

Eric adjusted his pants. “I wanted to talk to Kyle before we went upstairs.”

“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t wait.”

She pushed her leg against my side. I wrapped my hand around her calf and placed a soft kiss on her knee.

“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.

“You and Tracy still have an obvious connection,” Eric said. “I’d like to continue the arrangement we had before.”

I nodded.

“We’ll discuss pay later, if you don’t mind.” His eyes met mine, and my stomach fluttered. “I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the amount.”

“Fine.”

I came over to fuck Tracy again, but I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t care about the money. I was mostly over the guilt about getting paid for sex; they were both willing, and they could afford it. The money helped bring my business out of debt.

I stood and picked up my shirt. Tracy’s naked body looked almost obscene in the ornate living room.

“One more thing,” Eric said.

“Yeah?” I asked, a little breathless.

“I’d like to join you and Tracy in bed.”

My pulse pounded in my throat. What the fuck? I’d fantasized about a threesome, but I was afraid to ask for it.

“What exactly are we talking about?”

“Me,” he said. “In bed with you and Tracy. Not participating. Well, not at first.”

Jesus, was I considering this? Eric’s tongue darted out to coat his bottom lip, and my cock throbbed.

Tracy looked up at me from beneath her dark lashes. “What do you think, Kyle?”

No thinking. Wanting. I glanced at the stairs, then took Tracy’s hand.

“Let’s go.”

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RobinStoneAuthor Bio:

I started writing stories when I was five years old. I wrote essays, articles and and over a million words of nonfiction before turning to fiction in 2011. I watched erotic romance authors having way too much fun, and after writing my first erotic romance, I was hooked.

I write about sexy handy man heroes who work with their hands and the women who lust after them. My imagination is filled with delivery men, landscapers, carpenters, etc. Don’t worry, ladies, there’s enough to go around!

I live outside of Boston and like travel, reading and eating good chocolate. I love hearing from my readers.

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Waking the Lioness (MMF) ~ Amber Morgan @AmberMothling

01 Jan 19th - waking-the-lioness

Blurb:

Malkin Ridge Shifters, 1

Convinced she could never give her fiance what he truly wanted, cat-shifter Lara Carey walked away from her home and her engagement, and started fresh in New Orleans. One year on, she’s never stopped missing Zane Walker…but it’s too late to do anything about it, isn’t it?

Zane Walker hasn’t come to New Orleans to find Lara, but when chance throws them together, his passion for her is reignited. There’s just one problem. Zane’s new lover is missing somewhere in New Orleans, and even if Zane and Lara find him, can Lara accept him and Zane?

Be warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex

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Excerpt:

She smiled, hoping she didn’t look as nervous as she felt. “Is Tate the jealous type?” she asked, flexing her fingers. Zane let out a long sigh.

“Lara, this isn’t—”

She moved in front of him, sliding her hand down his torso until she cupped his balls. Another ragged sigh. Lara licked her lips and kissed his throat, nipping lightly. The smell of male arousal mingled with her own musk. She kept her eyes on Tate as she teased Zane, raking her nails over his balls and rubbing her thumb across that soft, sensitive stretch of flesh beneath, just the way he loved. If Tate was the jealous type, she could be making a major mistake here, one she’d never recover from.

But Tate didn’t look angry or jealous as the dull glaze faded from his eyes. He looked…curious.

Zane groaned as she encircled his hardening cock. He pulled her hard against him, crushing her breasts to him with just the right balance of pleasure-pain. She whimpered as he dug his fingers into her hips, silently urging her on.

She worked her hand slowly up and down his shaft, her other hand making lazy trails up and down his chest. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone. The slightest contact burned like wildfire, and this was Zane, the only man she’d ever loved. Breathless with desire, wound tight with need, it was impossible to pretend she did this only to force Tate into a shift. She was doing this all for her own selfish pleasure and she wasn’t going to stop. And if Zane’s reaction to her touch was anything to go by, he didn’t want her to.

On the bed, Tate raised his head and chirped at Zane. Zane raised his head, a little growl escaping his lips. “You know the rules. You want in, you shift,” he said in a voice thick and throaty with desire.

The words caught Lara off-guard. They implied so much with so little. So much history, past threesomes maybe. Her heart skipped. Did Zane think… Would she even…?

Her stomach filled with butterflies as she realized she would. Dammit, she was so starved for skin contact, so – yes, still so in love with Zane, that she would. She’d take both men. Excitement raced through her. She’d take them both and savor the thrill of it.

Tate shook his head and pushed himself up, his wounded back leg clearly hampering him. Lara’s hand faltered for a second, worried he’d hurt himself worse, but then Zane’s hand closed over hers. “Finish what you started,” he growled.

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Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She’s based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man and a demanding cat.

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Muscling In (MMF) ~ Lily Harlem @lily_harlem

From the Author…

Muscling In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release. It’s a hot and sexy MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires and passions of a threesome who are determined to be together despite the restraints of the world they live in.

The story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she decides to let her husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man from his past. This man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the elite of the elite, the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And there is of course one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun too. Why should she miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time? That’s just not fair…

11 Nov 09th - MusclingIn

Blurb:

My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.

Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.

Be warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, sex toys, spanking, anal sex

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Excerpt:

Coben opened the door and flicked on the hall light.

I stepped in behind him and kicked off my heels.

There was a sudden bang. A slam. He’d pushed the door up, hard.

“Cobe—”

His lips were over mine, his hands in my hair. The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.

I swept my tongue into his mouth, giving as good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him in waves. It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the inside of my bra.

“Tease,” he said, kissing over my cheek, then nibbling my earlobe.

“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to his biceps. Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t touch you again in the car.”

“Just by being there, next to me…” He paused as he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking dress you’ve teased me all evening.”

“What this tatty old thing?” I grinned, then groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either, just the way he knew I liked.

“Well if it’s that old and tatty it should come off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there was no zip and the material slid easily over my head.

He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a large burgundy vase.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention landing on the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black dress. “That’s so fucking hot.”

He kissed me again, pushing his erection against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying on for long.

His touch skimmed down my sides, dipping into my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on fire, his palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him to touch me, all over, and never stop.

I pushed at his jacket, shoving it over his shoulders.

He released me, shrugged out of it and let it land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.

The next thing I knew I was in his arms, pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I stared at his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d captured his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.

He kicked the door to the bedroom open and dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.

“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt and quickly skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”

I undid my bra and tossed it aside. Rolled down the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to the floor. I scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation was making my skin tingle and my breaths come fast.

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”

I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved that demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but obey.

I parted my legs, slowly, letting my heels skim over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.

He kept his attention on the juncture of my thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His pulse was pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving away the extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.

“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered, quietly, almost to himself.

“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped my breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.

He discarded his shirt, then shoved at his boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker than that on the rest of his body.

My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.

“You want this?” he asked, wrapping his hand around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.

“Yes. All of it. All of you.”

He gave me a wicked smile. “Good, ’cause you’re going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and settled his face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”

“I am.” I reached for his head and bucked my hips so my pussy met his mouth.

He set straight to work, slipping his tongue through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with firm pressure.

“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my eyes. “That’s it.”

He searched out my entrance and pushed one long finger into me.

I clenched around him. I was wet and hot, needy for something to fill me.

He pushed another finger in, upped the force on my clit.

My stomach muscles tightened. A delicious throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life in my pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around his shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.

“So greedy,” he murmured, his breaths hot over my flesh.

“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the invasion. “More, give me more.”

He shifted, his big body easily removing my legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers still lodged inside me. “More?”

“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly wanton now.

“Mmm,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over my anus.

“Fuck.” I gasped.

“You want fucking here?” He pushed knuckle deep into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over the center of my pucker.

“No, yes…” I tossed my head from side to side.

“Which is it?”

“I don’t know. Do what you need to.” God, I wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to keep the climax building.

“Of course you know what you want. Tell me.”

“Come, I want to come.”

“With me in your pussy or your ass, babe?” He gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.

“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer questions at this moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic, forbidden but delicious. I craved it.

He eased in a little more.

Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.

I groaned and sped up my ministrations on my clit.

“You want both. Say it.” His voice held a note of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked in both holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty girl. I knew I married you for a reason.”

“I want to come…”

“You will, but tell me, how am I going to fuck you in both holes when I only have one dick?”

“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was breathless, the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”

“I guess that would work.” He slid higher into my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time they can do that we’ll be too old to fuck.”

“No, never too old.”

“Let’s hope not. But…”

“But what?”

“Maybe I should get us a male prostitute, hired cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your cunt and one in your ass. How does that sound?”

“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going to come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait for dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of return.

“Yeah, come. I love watching you come.”

He was fucking me with his fingers, front and back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.

“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”

“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last moment before I climaxed.

“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”

“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.

“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”

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lily-harlemAuthor Bio:

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot,  In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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Sin’s Pleasure (MMF) ~ LeTeisha Newton @LeTeishaNewton

10 Oct 01st - SinsPleasure

Blurb:

Happily Never Happened, 1

Fairy Godmothers were the spawn of the devil, and Sin was perfectly happy leaving her broken marriage behind. Marriage to Prince Charming wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. She wanted love on her terms, with a man who didn’t think cheating was foreplay.

Now she’s having trouble keeping away from Tobias, her hunk of a bodyguard that protected her when she saw clients as Mistress Sin on Fantasy Avenue. Or staying away from Zuriah, a shifter bent on making them both his mates.

Now she’s stuck trying on that damn glass slipper again, finding passion like she couldn’t believe existed. If she can just keep the Fairy Godmother from trying to muck things up again, and get over her old break-up, she might just find love ever after. 

Be warned:  menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, spanking, m/m sex

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Excerpt:

If Sin hadn’t learned anything else in the world, it was that Fairy Godmothers sucked, happily ever afters never happened, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with another worthless Prince Charming who didn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants.

Yeah, she thought. Love was a bitch.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe it could happen. Hell, she’d been the stupid little girl once, abused by her filthy step-sisters and step-mother because her father had been bespelled by the sorceress witch. Sin remembered her mother, and the relationship her mother had with Sin’s father. That had been a couple really in love, and it was the only shining example that Sin ever had in her life. Because, surely, marrying the damn Prince of Elsia had been the worstdecision her now cold heart had ever made simply because a Fairy Assmother had put her damn hand in it.

It hadn’t taken long after the blissful nuptials to find Prince Charming riding good old Rapunzel in her damn tower because they would have some privacy. Or to find him jumping Aurora’s bones because, why not, Zel’s own knight liked playing around with Maleficent anyway. Even Sin thought Mal was more fun and should have put a longer sleep spell on Aurora and then everyone would have been happy. Aurora hadn’t been the nicest or princesses anyway, before she’d been put to sleep. Sin wouldn’t trust a woman who liked sleeping with men that didn’t belong to her, and Mal had put Aurora out of her own misery putting her to sleep until she’d found true love. A little tame, by most standards, but it worked. At least Mal might have a chance to get her knight back … That was if she wanted him. The only thing a Fairy Godmother did for Sin was send her as far away from Elsia as possible, in another time and place, where she could be her own woman, and forget the need of having in man in her life.

Things were so much better now because of that—well, as long as she ignored the one man that tugged at her heartstrings and made her want to climb him.

“Sin, Ace in on stage four, and the women are going crazy,” Walter, her head of floor security said to her over the communications unit in her ear. He was a welcome distraction from the head of her overall security detail.

Or did she just think about him again? Ugh.

“Tell him there’s a Bachelorette party coming in to booth fifteen when he’s done. They have requested him personally this evening. Tell Franco that he might have to entertain Rose’s boys tonight, and have Sloane with him if they have a larger party,” Sin sent back, mentally tallying how much the private parties alone had filled her register already. Franco, Barbie, and Sloane were her LGBT clientele favorites, and they brought in quite a penny from drunk frat boys and corporate events. Barbie, especially, because she could give the best of both worlds. Ace was Sin’s lead stripper, and women just went gaga over his piecing blue eyes and blond curls. Something about him looking like the dude playing Achilles. Sin could appreciate the draw. He just wasn’t her type. Not rugged enough. She liked her sex rough, nasty, and just a bit dangerous. Pretty boy slick didn’t appeal. Too much like the asshole she’d left behind.

Tobias isn’t a pretty boy and can give you just what you want. Her treacherous thoughts were going to be the death of her tonight. She didn’t need to think about Tobias. She needed to work and make sure her place was going like it should be. Plus, when she was working she was the one doling out punishment to women and men alike, and Tobias didn’t take punishment. He gave it. No one touched her, not anymore, and he’d want to. A few humps in the dark had taught her that felt as empty as her farce of a marriage. She liked making money and spending it. She loved fixing others, so they never had to go through what she went through. An impossible feat, but it kept her warm at night. She didn’t need him there.

“Need more vodka at bar three,” Trix, her head bartender, called to her. Rule one in a strip club, have female bartenders. Women didn’t really care about standing at the bar all night ogling hot guys just within reach if there weren’t any there, and didn’t worry too much how much they were drinking.

“Then get your ass over to the back and get it,” Sin ordered. “Have Rachel take over for you until you are done. Stock all the bars tonight. We’ve got three parties and Rose is coming by with her brood. It’s going to get wild.”

Rose. Now that was a girl that knew how to party. One of the other misfits that resided on Fantasy Ave, Rose was Sin’s right hand. She ran Spirits Emporium, which exclusively stocked the alcoholic beverages of every company on Fantasy Avenue—from Ari’s Glide and Slide to Blanche’s Poison Apple. Home to the women their worthless Fairy Godmother had screwed in their happily never afters, they’d bonded together and created a world of pleasure, entertainment, and, well, sometimes more pointed desires.

“Speak of the devil,” Sin said, spinning on her six inch, thigh-high, black leather boots when she saw Rose enter Sin’s Pleasure, the premier all male review club on the East coast. Sin tossed her light pink hair over her shoulder, smiling and waiting as Rose came closer. Sin had gone for gothic caramel seductress tonight with a PVC corset around her waist with a pastel pink bra to top it off. She had black elbow fingerless gloves with pretty pink bows up the sleeve. She rocked smoky eyes with a tar black lipstick. Most of her clients came from her advertising, but, every once in a while, one of Rose’s guys wanted to play. Rose wore an all red leather suit, her trademark color, that looked more like she could be someone’s fantasy for the night. Her red curls were wild around her heart-shaped face.

“Good to see you made it,” Sin said to Rose with a smile.

“You know I would. Not all pleasure tonight though,” Rose added.

“Oh? What’s up?” Sin asked, eyes scanning the crowd for any problems.

“Your office?” Rose returned, already turning around and heading to the back of the club. Rose nodded to some of her guys, six of the big boys at that, as she passed the bar they waited at for drinks. They enjoyed the show, and Rose liked bringing them in for a private party every once in a while. Their dancers were always paid handsomely, and Sin had a feeling it was in more ways than one. Sin would have to ask to watch one time.

Sin hurried to lead Rose into her area, unlocking her back door and then heading upstairs. The noise from the club dampened as they went higher, the noise cancelation Sin had installed had been for her as much for peace of mind as for her clients when they went to her dungeon. The private quarters housed Sin’s loft apartment, her office, and her dungeon, much farther back. Tobias, her guard, waved at her as she passed him to go into her office. That was his post, and it helped when she had clients. A former medic in the Marines, Tobias could handle himself, and anyone else for that matter, and was cool under pressure. Sin relied on him when she did her job, to make sure everyone stayed safe.

And if she could open her heart, he’d keep her safe too. She could see it in his vivid green eyes. But she couldn’t. They’d never stepped on that boundary, not once, but it sizzled between them whenever she looked at him. She could feel her body getting hot, even now as he tossed a mischievous smile her way. God the man was sex on a stick with his buzz cut brown hair and brawny shape. He was as big as a linebacker but quick enough to blitz attack. She craved his touch more than she could admit. It didn’t help that he was covered in tattoos and rode a mean Harley. Rough and dirty sex was all she saw when she looked at him. Just what she needed. She just didn’t need the attachment that came with it. But she didn’t trust anyone to have her back like him, so he stayed. She didn’t think she could make him go if she wanted to. She hurried to her office, not wanting his eyes on her any longer.

Once in her office, Rose sat on the couch against the wall as Sin sat at her desk before she spoke. “What can I do for you Rose?”

“I’ve got a client for you.”

“You know this isn’t how it goes. I have to talk to them, find out their needs, what they like, what they don’t. I have to know what they hope to get from our sessions, and gauge if it’s what I’ll provide,” Sin answered, already shaking her head.

“It’s one of my pack, Sin,” Rose said, closing her eyes with a sigh. Sin froze. It wasn’t often that Rose talked about her pack, or even called them that. Sin had gotten used to calling Rose’s pack her boys. It wasn’t actually correct, but it helped keep down confusion. When Rose had been in Elsia, she’d been known as Little Red. Her Fairy Godmother had thought, mistakenly, that Rose wanted her Big Bad Wolf gone, and put the lumberjack in the wolf’s way to get chopped to little doggy bag pieces. Rose? She’d been crushed. The wolf had been everything that Rose had ever wanted, and had changed her into a werewolf to live with him. He’d been hiding in the grandmother’s house to come visit Rose, not to kill her and her grandmother. Rose had taken over his pack and forced the Fairy to send them all where Sin had been sent, to the human world. Rose would do anything for her pack, anything. Even ask for Sin’s help.

“I’m listening,” Sin said then.

“Zuriah won’t yield,” Rose said after a minute.

“To you?”

“To anyone. He doesn’t want to be the alpha, and I don’t want him to either. We aren’t mates. But he won’t yield to my authority, or to any of the males. They can’t mount him without coming away bloody. He can’t mount them because they are dominant and can’t take being a bottom. He won’t take a mate, no one grabs his attention. He’s causing chaos in the pack order.”

Sin knew that Rose’s pack acted more like wolves in the wild. Males could mount males like they did a woman. It was about dominance and love at once. There was no sense of heterosexual versus homosexual. They simply were. Love was love, and it didn’t matter a stitch who they found it with. So Sin was sure that wasn’t the issue. He needed to be taught how to accept dominance, or he needed to learn that he was dominant and, perhaps, start his own pack if he wouldn’t take Rose.

“I’ll need to talk to him, Rose. Need to know where his head is. If I can do it, I will.”

“Your rate still 250 an hour?” Rose asked.

“Not for you.”

“I pay my way, Sin. Next shipment of top shelf is on me. How about that?” Sin knew a shipment of top shelf liquor to her establishment was big bucks, but she knew that Rose wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Fine, Rose. Get him to me, and I’ll take it from there.”

“Won’t have to wait that long. He’s here. Got time to talk now?”

“Doesn’t look like I have a choice,” Sin muttered as Rose closed her eyes again. The pack could speak with telepathy and Sin always felt her hair stand on end when Rose used it near her. After a moment Rose opened her eyes again.

“He’s heading back here. He can follow my scent.”

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Deep Water (M/M/F) ~ Nicola Cameron @YesItsNicolaC

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Blurb:

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Poseidon, God of the Sea, has spent millennia alone due to a single terrible act. His consort, Amphitrite, has sworn never to forgive him, and he’s forced to live with the knowledge that he drove an innocent girl to her doom.

But when one of the Olympic Cove cottages gains an occupant with an all-too-familiar soul, Poseidon discovers that the Fates have given him a second chance. Now he must try to right the wrongs of the past and win back both his beloved consort and the mate he betrayed.

Assuming, of course, that the Mad Nereid Thetis doesn’t interfere…

Be warned:  menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, anal sex, f/f interaction

Excerpt:

Feeling like he was in another one of his dreams, Griffin let himself be eased onto the beach blanket. He stretched out, wiggling a bit to get comfortable as Dunn followed him and did the same. Overhead, the Floridian night was heavily spangled with stars.

“This is nice. Should’ve done this the first night I got here.” He glanced at Dunn. The man was a shadowy form stretched out at length, hands clasped placidly on his middle. “Comfortable?”

“Very,” Dunn said, staring up at the stars. “You’re right. This is quite lovely.”

“Yeah.” Griffin swallowed. He had no idea what to do next.

Except to be honest. “Dunn, I need to say something.”

“Mm?”

“I hope this doesn’t offend you because I really don’t want to do that, and to be honest I don’t know why I feel this way but…” He swallowed, hearing his throat click. “I really want to kiss you right now. If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I understand, but I thought I’d ask.”

“Ah.” Dunn’s head turned towards him. “Well, then, if we’re being honest, I’d like to kiss you as well.”

Something electric shot through Griffin, swamping the fear. “Oh. I didn’t … I mean, I thought—”

“That I prefer women? I do, as I suspect you do. But I’ve been known to make exceptions.” The other man chuckled softly. “I believe the term is heteroflexible.”

My God, has he done this before? That’s not bad, though. At least one of us knows what he’s doing. “Okay, good. Um…”

“Shall I come over there?”

“Please.”

Griffin rolled onto his side and Dunn mirrored him. A hand came up and cupped his cheek, warm against the soft coolness of the evening breeze.

He closed his eyes as Dunn leaned forward. Lips brushed against his, delicately intent. His lips tingled under the soft pressure, and he could feel the prickle of Dunn’s mustache and beard, something he’d never felt before, at least not during a kiss.

It was weird and slightly scary. It was also fucking terrific. “Do that again,” he whispered when Dunn pulled back.

“Eagerness. I like that in a man.”

They kissed again, and Griffin let his lips open. The tip of Dunn’s tongue traced along them with that same delicacy. The sensation sizzled across his nerve endings, poking his dormant libido right where it counted.

Dunn pulled back a bit. “If you want to stop at any time, say so,” he said, his voice rough.

“Right, got it. Now kiss me again.”

He did, tongue slipping into Griffin’s mouth with deft skill. Griffin gave himself over to it, enjoying the sensation. It was similar to kissing a woman but with a different undertone to it, hungrier somehow. He felt like he didn’t have to hold back, that anything he threw at Dunn the other man could take.

And then Dunn’s tongue licked along the roof of his mouth, sending sparks of desire shooting through him. He couldn’t help moaning in unabashed pleasure.

Dunn took that as a signal to roll closer, fitting himself along Griffin’s body. It was like the kiss, scary and exciting at the same time. Dunn slid an arm around him, a hand coming to rest in the small of his back as his mouth continued to duel sweetly with Griffin’s.

After a bit Griffin felt something poking him in the thigh. It dawned on him what was happening. He broke the kiss with a gasp, sucking in air. “Fuck. You’re hard.”

“Well, yes, that does happen.” Dunn sounded amused. “Does it bother you?”

Griffin gulped. It should, he knew that. And yet all he wanted to do was do a wicked little shimmy against Dunn, make the other man moan for once. “No. It’s fine.”

But Dunn paused, his hand lightening on Griffin’s back. “You’re not aroused.”

He shook his head. “It was the last round of radiation. Haven’t been able to get it up since.”

“Oh.” Dunn’s hand came to rest again, but now it was on his waist. “Am I hurting you? Doing this, I mean?”

“If you’re asking me if you’re giving me blue balls, yeah, a little.” He swallowed again. “If you’re asking me if I want to stop, the answer’s no. Just don’t expect me to be poking you back.”

He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn he saw Dunn smile. “All right.”

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Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

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storm_seasonIan West has his summer all planned out—go down to Florida, stay in his family’s beach cottage on Olympic Cove, and work on his first novel. But his plan gets thrown for a loop when he meets mischievous twin sea gods Bythos and Aphros and discovers he’s their fated consort.

As if that wasn’t enough, something in the Gulf of Mexico is turning mermaids into legendary monsters and gods into demons. Now, Ian not only has to finish his book and navigate the complicated waters of a ménage relationship with twin sea gods, he also has to stop an insane deity from turning the planet into a wasteland.

Be warned:  menage sex (MMM), m/m sex, spanking, frottage

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breakerzoneWhen Dr. Nick Gardiner goes on the run from a psychotic ex and ends up at Olympic Cove, the last thing he expects to find is his friend Ian living with two redheaded demigods and learning how to be a storm god. Adding to the confusion is a wounded merman named Aidan who washes up in the cove, requiring Nick’s professional help. As it turns out, the handsome mer and his partner Liam have other plans for the ER doctor—to claim him as their destined mate and fulfill his need to submit.

A chance encounter at a local junk shop reveals that Nick has his own role to play in Ian’s battle against the insane Nereid Thetis. Under the reluctant mentorship of Chiron, Nick must master the use of the Rod of Asclepius if he wants to rescue his mates from a deadly fate and help Ian save the planet.

Be warned:  BDSM, menage sex (MMM), m/m sex, double anal penetration, rimming, sex toys


Optical Illusions (M/M/F) ~ Gale Stanley

From the Author…

Hi Everyone! I’m very excited to share my new book with you. Optical Illusions is special to me for so many reasons. I gave free rein to my characters and they took me in a different direction. I’ve been writing mostly MM romance lately, and the main character in this book is a woman. Maggie really got into my head, and I knew I had to write her story in first person POV. I usually write in third.

The story is fiction, but I included a few things that are near and dear to my heart. The setting is my hometown, Philly, and one of my cats plays a supporting role. I did change his name to protect the innocent.

Here’s a sneak peek at Optical Illusions. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Blurb:

Maggie’s troubled past makes her seal off her heart. She shuts everyone out, and puts all her energy into work, but suddenly, she’s having erotic fantasies about her two bosses. They’re perfect. Good-looking, intelligent, caring… Everything a woman could want. But they only have eyes for each other.

Michael and Aaron have been a couple since college, but one thing is missing from their relationship. They’re bisexual and they miss having a woman in their lives. Maggie would be the perfect addition to their family. She’s beautiful, smart, compassionate… But they’re sure she’ll never accept their unconventional lifestyle.

Be warned:  menage (MMF) sex, m/m sex, anal sex, public exhibition

Excerpt:

My hands shake as I unbutton my blouse and let it slide to the floor.

Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and toss it aside. The cool air turns my nipples hard and I can’t resist reaching up to pinch them. I shut my eyes and imagine Michael behind me, his fingers on my nipples. Where he is right this minute? Is he in the shower? Dressing for the reception?

Oh hell. This is stupid. I feel like a silly schoolgirl again, lusting for a man I can’t have. At least this time there’s no chance I’ll get hurt, because there’s zero chance of a hookup. I quickly unzip my gray slacks and shove them over my hips. My panties follow.

Warm, comforting steam envelopes me when I enter the tiny bathroom. Pinning up my long hair, I slide under the hot water until it reaches my chin. The sensation of floating is so relaxing. I close my eyes and let my mind drift with my body…

It’s Aaron I picture now. Aaron with his sandy hair and shy smile. I picture him kneeling by the tub, his nerdy, but super cool, horn rimmed glasses foggy from the steam. I can almost feel his soapy hands on my breasts.

A low moan escapes my throat, but again it’s my own hands cupping my swollen breasts. I rub and tug, twist and pinch, until my nipples stand erect. Pleasure travels from the rigid peaks to my clit. My knees rise and spread wide, and my hand moves between my thighs, teasing my closely trimmed bush. My swollen clit is begging to be touched, but my finger slides around the little bundle of nerves in slow circles. The anticipation is delicious.

Finally, I make contact, all the time pretending it’s Michael’s head between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my swollen nub. I rub harder, but my orgasm is beyond reach. It’s so frustrating. I want to be filled, stretched, impaled.

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Veil of Scars (M/M/F) ~ J.R. Gray

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Blurb:

Steven is tall, dark and damaged. He doesn’t let anyone close, comfortable on the outside of normal life where he can hide his scars behind a wall so high that nothing gets through…except them. Despite a childhood marred with black and blue, he’s survived and moved in with his two best friends, Sam and Charlie.

Life should get better, but it was Sam who held him when the dark threatened to swallow him whole, Sam who gave him a place that felt like home, and Sam who knew every scar and every broken place.

And it’s all been taken away with Charlie sharing Sam’s bed.

Without his former comfort, Steven realizes what’s been hiding in the deep corners of his heart, and the truth sinks him like a weight. He’s in love with one or maybe both of his roommates. Navigating unrequited love tears Steven apart and brings him to the precipice, and he has to choose: his feelings or Sam’s…and Charlie’s?

Be warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, m/m sex

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Excerpt:

Soon the music was going and party-goers were milling about in the low lights. There were drinks and bodies on every surface. I stood behind the bar, not minding making drinks for the guests since there was little else at the party that I wanted to do. The atmosphere mellowed as the liquor took effect, and Sam had long stopped trying to drag me out to dance. Instead, he’d taken up a spot on the couch with Char. Their mouths met, skin and lips, while their hands wandered, stroking and skimming over each other’s clothes as the party moved around them. I sat back, finding I was no longer needed as everyone was sated. The few remaining people had paired off in couples for the night, strewn over the furniture and floor. The base thumped, and bodies moved with it as if the alcohol had turned them into living recreations of the music. The door to Char and Sam’s room slammed shut, closing off a guy and two adventurous women.

Sam’s head snapped back at the sound, and he cursed under his breath. He glanced around then whispered to Char. She giggled and grabbed a throw off the back of the couch.

An outsider where I sat, I seemed to have escaped notice as the only fairly sober party in the room.

She pulled the blanket over herself and then moved the thin fabric over his lap. Soon Sam’s head flopped back into the cushion, and his mouth fell open in a soundless moan. Charlie’s eyes blazed with mischief, and she grew more eager with every reaction from her boyfriend. His hand slid up her shoulder, curling around the back of her neck. My skin burned in the same place, a physical memory of the times he’d touched me the same way.

He dragged his head off the back of the sofa and looked at her, his blue gaze pleading louder than any words could. The air buzzed with electricity from the pair of them. He licked over his lips, and the muscles in his arm tightened as he guided her head towards his lap. Charlie ducked under the blanket, and a flash of heat ran through me.

Was she really going to go down on him in the middle of the party?

I held my breath, transfixed as Sam lifted up his ass below where the blanket covered him to slide his pants down around his ankles, I guessed. He groaned, this time audibly, and the sound went right to my gut. I chewed on my lip ring unable to stop myself from staring. Charlie’s head bobbed under the cover, and Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head.

Suddenly I was flushed and embarrassed. I was the voyeur, spying on my friends who were caught up in drunken passion. I tore my eyes away from his lap only to find his blue gaze locked on me.

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When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it’s half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray’s existence are commas, and even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.

If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The build up of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.

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