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Wonderland Wednesday 1/17/18 (Adults only!)

Happy Wednesday Dear Readers,

A while back I started writing, Down the Rabbit Hole: Alice in Shifterland, a naughty story of shifters and spanking based on my favorite fairytale, Alice in Wonderland. I had intended to publish it as past of a three-part shifter/erotic fairytale mash-up, but instead, I’ve decided to make Wonderland Wednesday a regular feature on my blog. As always, my blog is for adults only so if you’ve under eighteen years old, please navigate away from here. The chapters will be rough and unedited, but I think you’ll still find them worth reading. Without further ado, here’s the first chapter.

Chapter One

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Thanks to a busted wooden slat in her hurricane shutter blinds courtesy of one of her uninvited, overnight guests, the morning sun poured in through a nearby window, hitting Alice in the face and forcing her awake. With much reluctance she sat upright in her queen-sized sleigh bed, raising her arms above her head to stretch as she yawned.

Noting she wasn’t alone, Alice was grateful to find herself still fully dressed in the jeans and tee shirt she had been wearing the previous evening. Further inspection of her sleeping mate soon brought a glimmer of recognition and more relief. Alex was a friend. No, friend was too strong of a word. He was a friendly acquaintance who exclusively preferred male partners, and he too was still completely dressed as he snoozed over top of Alice’s burgundy and gold down comforter.

Alex was somewhat of a semi-permanent guest since his daddy cut off his trust fund. He wasn’t about to stop partying so he sponged off of others. Usually, he stayed with one of several rich, older men willing to be his patron, but when he found himself on the outs, he showed up at Alice’s until whichever idiot he was sleeping with sent the necessary amount of gifts to entice him back.

Alice found Alex much more tolerable than most of the hangers-on around her largely because of his complete lack of romantic and sexual interest in her. He only showed up when he needed something from her but at least she knew exactly where they stood and what his motives were. Alice couldn’t say the same about most of the others buzzing around her. All she knew for sure was how completely disconnected she felt from all of them. She pushed the bedding off of herself and stepped down on the hardwood floor.

After she stepped over a couple sacked out together on top of a blanket on the large Oriental rug closer to the middle of her room, Alice scowled and sighed. She recognized one of them—Sandra Labrea, a socialite she’d known most of her life. They got along well enough though Alice couldn’t say they had ever been close. Sandra was entwined in the arms of a handsome if rather common-looking young man. Mr. Collin Labrea, Sandra’s wealthy industrialist father, would not be amused but Alice imagined Sandra’s lover was solely for recreational use anyway.

Alice was accustomed to people she mostly felt indifference towards showing up to party at her lake house. Truth was she didn’t mind. Late at night she craved the noise and excitement that came along with a full house of people ready to shake off their inhibitions. Even though she wasn’t looking to mingle with any of them, the distraction helped keep her sane.

She’d always known something was missing inside of her. She played everything cool and close to the vest but even now on the inside she was screaming. Something primal within her was clawing at the surface but she couldn’t release it, couldn’t even get a handle on what it was though it was constant. Sadly, that dull, aching emptiness was the one thing in her life she could count on to always stick with her.

Regardless of her home’s open door policy, Alice tried to keep everyone out of her bedroom and bathroom. Last night she’d gone as far as to put up “off limits” signs. Obviously not everyone had respected her wishes but as luck would have it, the master bath hadn’t been obstructed by crashing party-goers. Before opening the door, Alice took a deep breath, half expecting some drunkard to be slumped over the toilet.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she found herself alone amongst the porcelain fixtures of her tastefully decorated powder room. She glanced in the mirror, pushing back her messy blond hair and wiping at her smeared mascara. Ugh!

Alice wasn’t exactly looking her best, and her mouth was dry as hell. She looked around for the small, plastic cup she kept on the counter, rolling her eyes as her gaze fell across the white powder littering her hand mirror. Son of a bitch! If people are going to be rude enough to do illegal drugs in my bathroom, they could at least snort all of their damn coke. What am I supposed to do with this shit?

Alice enjoyed a little gin and whiskey but she didn’t care for illicit drugs ever since her aunt, who had been her only link to her late father, overdosed on a cocktail of oxy, coke and booze several years back. The only family she had left now was her mom, an ex-model who had always been much more interested in jet setting with her aging, rock star boyfriend than raising Alice.

Fuck this bullshit. She rubbed her forehead as if forcing those thoughts out of her head. She washed her mirror in the sink and dried it with a hand towel.

Her outfit had outlived its freshness date, leaving her feeling filthy and the lingering post-party film of cigarette smoke and false comradery compounded the issue. She needed a shower.

The water was warm but she didn’t care as she stood under the streaming water with her mouth wide open lapping up the clear liquid and swishing it before spitting it out. She hated the stale dryness in her mouth more than she did the taste of hot water. Alice held a bar of soap and lathered it between her hands before returning it to the shower caddy and rubbing her soapy hands all over her body. Once she was clean, she towel dried her hair and skin.

Alice brushed her teeth before slipping into her walk-in closet and choosing a much less funky pair of jeans and a blouse to wear. Outwardly she was a hundred percent better but she still needed to get all of the assholes out of her house. She stepped out of her bedroom and looked down over the stair railing, noting all the partied-out people passed out all over her living room. Since the lake house didn’t lack for spare bedrooms, she could only assume they were occupied as well.

Alice recognized about seventy percent of her slumbering guests. The rest were strangers. There were always people she didn’t know in her house…friends of so-called-friends. While she realized she should be more cautious, she couldn’t even force herself to try. In the evenings, when the dull boredom that constantly gnawed at her was at its worst, she would probably let a horde of spider monkeys or a full grown bear in her house regardless of the personal danger to herself. At least if she was frightened, the emptiness went away for a little while. Rationality didn’t make sense to her at least not on an emotional level.

She slipped back into her room, grabbed her phone and went out onto her balcony to call Davidson. When she was just a girl, he had been hired as a driver and bodyguard but he pretty much served as Alice’s babysitter and later her personal assistant, doing whatever unpleasant task she wasn’t prepared to tackle.

“Hello,” Davidson said. The middle-aged man sounded wide awake despite the early hour.

“Where are you? What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I’m in my room over the garage and I had just gotten up and begun my morning exercise routine.” His voice was always cheerful. Alice loved cheerful people, which was why she had selected him over some of the more qualified, menacing-looking ex-soldiers her mother had wanted to hire for the job.

“There are people in my bedroom.”

Alice was met my silence.

“Davidson?”

“Did you not invite them?”

“I don’t ever invite anyone. They always just show up.”

“What would you like me to do?”

Alice sighed. Honestly, she wasn’t quite sure. She hated dealing with the tedious, morning aftermath. Burning the place down seemed extreme but allowing a bunch of slugs to wallow all over her furniture and invade her space during the daylight hours while she read, did yoga and busied herself with a whole lot of nothing was worse. When these same people were wired, they were good entertainment. Now they were just a nuisance.

“I want some coffee and aspirin but if I brew a pot, some of these assholes might wake-up and I can’t tolerate talking to any of them right now. If some Ivy League frat boy or old-money skank speaks to me, I’m might punch someone in the face.”

“I must say this is very out of character for you Alice. You’ve always been so genteel. Did something happen last night?”

Alice rolled her eyes, her nostrils flaring. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened, just the same old shit. She was so tired of her useless existence. She’d attended college and gotten a degree in literature because books could keep her entertained better than most anything else, but since then, she couldn’t seem to find her niche anywhere. She wasn’t suited for teaching—too many schedules and rules in academia, and since she couldn’t sit still for any length of time, writing was out. Luckily, her trust fund and the properties her father had left her kept her in designer duds and top-shelf booze.

Hot tears burned Alice’s eyes. She just wanted to get away. “No, nothing unusual happened. I’m sorry for being a pain, Davidson. I just want to be alone this morning, and I can’t.”

“I’ll tell you what. I have a coffee maker in my room and some pain relievers. Met me up here in five minutes and I’ll have a thermos ready for you. Then you can run off to that secret spot of yours in the woods and I’ll throw these hoodlums out of your house.”

“Oh my God, Davidson. That would be awesome. You’re the best!”

A slight calmness settled over Alice as a morning breeze fluttered her damp hair. All she had to do now was get out of the house without waking anyone. With any luck, everyone would be too smashed to notice her escaping.

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Davidson had been true to his word and as efficient as ever so after swallowing two aspirins and chasing them down with coffee, Alice was traipsing off into the woods towards her favorite place in the world, a small stream off the beaten path. It wasn’t easy to find if you didn’t know where to look which was why Alice loved it so much. It was her quiet place where she could meditate or just sit and watch the wonders of nature. Quite by accident, Alice had found the little stream while following a rabbit when she was still just a child and ever since then, the small ecological wonderland had always been the only place in the world where she felt she belonged.

As she sat at the edge of the creek feeding the ducks some crackers she’d swiped from Davidson’s quarters, the wind whipped around her giving her goosebumps. She probably should have grabbed a sweater when she left the house but she wasn’t going to let a little cool air run her off. Rain had kept her from her special place for the previous three days so as long as the sun was shining she intended to enjoy herself.

She stretched out her legs and tapped the toes of her boots together idly. The chill of the cool ground infiltrated the seat of her tight jeans but at least she’d found a dry spot to park her rear. The thin, frilly white blouse she had thrown on hadn’t been the best choice but at least it had flowing, long sleeves. There was something about the image of flowing snowy blanc fabric in natural settings that she had always liked. Whenever her imagination cast her in an outside setting, she was usually wearing a long, white dress, lacey with thin, billowy sleeves. She probably spent far too much time daydreaming, but it was her favorite activity even more so than reading or gawking at inebriated revelers. Alice hugged herself, rubbing her arms over the smooth fabric.

She looked up at the bright blue sky and smiled as the heat of the sun beamed down on her face. If it weren’t for the damn wind whipping up ever so often, the weather would have been perfect. Spring had sprung. The sunshine lit up the small meadow and radiated off of the water. The grass was green and the woodland creatures were out and about. The ducks she had been feeding were quacking up a storm, butterflies fluttered about near the tree line on the other side of the stream and a couple of fuzzy brown squirrels were chasing each other in circles around one of the trees. Perhaps most interesting was the large, white rabbit sunning itself just on the other side of the stream.

Based on size alone, Alice imagined the rabbit was probably male. She doubted it could be a pregnant female bunny because the tummy wasn’t very big. He had huge feet and was about the length of a loaf of sliced sandwich bread. Sitting, he was about three apples high, but when he stretched his legs and stood on his hind quarters, he was about the size of the average cocker spaniel. Frankly, Alice didn’t know what to make of the floppy-eared curiosity.

She’d seen lops with ears like that before but she didn’t think she’d ever seen a rabbit with such large, deep blue eyes—blue as the pacific ocean. Did rabbits even have blue eyes? She’d seen brown and even pink but blue? And if the bunny’s odd appearance wasn’t unnerving enough, this big fella had hopped right up, plopped down right across from her and she could swear he was staring at her, his little nose twitching.

Alice had to admit he was pretty darn cute. His fur was whiter than powdered sugar, bringing to mind a happy childhood memory when one morning she had awoken at first light to find a pure snow had fallen and no one had disturbed it. Alice smiled. That bunny was probably rather soft and snuggly. I wonder if he would let me pet him.

She picked up the bag of crackers she had been feeding to the ducks and stood slowly before making her way over to natural stone bridge that connected one side of the creek to the other. When she was younger and braver, she had often taken a run for the creek and leaped over to the other side. Back then she hadn’t much cared if her feet got wet or her clothes got dirty, but these days she was more cautious.

Alice took great care, stepping from stone to stone on her tip toes as she slowly crossed to the other side of the brook. Once she was safe and sound, she tossed some cracker crumbs in front of the white rabbit. The fuzzy fella had been keeping a keen eye on her, but when those little bits of food landed in front of him, his head turned and his nose began to twitch for a few seconds before he looked back over to her.

She studied his tiny face and was taken aback by the distinct impression the white rabbit was offended by her offering. At the very least, he certainly wasn’t making a move to eat. She took a step forward and he sat up on his hind legs, lifting his front paws as if making an invitation.

She bent her knees, gradually sinking until she was sitting on them. With deliberate care, she extended her hand. The white rabbit jumped up and Alice half expected him to bolt but he came bounding right over to her. Not only did the little rascal allow her to pet him but he hoped into her arms and began to rub his face against her chest. What the hell?

She sat down, crossing her legs in front of her as she held and petted the cuddly rabbit. He was every bit as soft as she had imagined but was much heavier and more affectionate than she had expected. “Well aren’t you sweet?” Alice said as she hugged him close to her shoulder.

His nose nuzzled at her ear, the tickling sensation making her giggle. His front paws rested on her shoulder but his back feet were still in her lap. Alice gasped as the white rabbit made a sudden movement and managed to shove his face down the top of her blouse.

“No, no,” she scolded as she lifted him and turned him so his back faced her. She slipped her hand into her cleavage in an attempt to brush away any crumbs that might have fallen down her shirt and attracted the unwanted attention but found none. “You’re a naughty little fella.”

He sat on her lap, rubbing his front paws over her thighs. For a second, Alice had the oddest sensation—similar to when a time know some lecher was nearby and she could practically feel his gaze molesting her. Rationally, she realized the rabbit was just getting comfortable, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that her thigh was being groped. He’s just a rabbit.

The temperature of the rabbit’s soft, fuzzy body was far warmer than Alice would have predicted. She had never heard that rabbits had a higher body temperature than people but this one certainly did because she was no longer bothered by the chill of the wind. Oddly enough, the white rabbit seemed perfectly content to just sit in her lap and let her pet him for what had to have been about twenty minutes, and even more curious, Alice was more at home there with him than she ever did with any of her peers.

She pulled up her shirt sleeve, revealing the silver and diamond watch her aunt had given her as a graduation present. As she held out her arm checking the time, to her great and unimaginable shock, the white rabbit gasped and she could have sworn she heard him say, “I’m late.”

Alice’s jaw dropped but she was unable to utter a sound. She simply blinked as the rabbit bolted. Without thinking she jumped to her feet and gave chase. Her tongue loosened and she found her voice. “Wait! Where are you going?”

The white rabbit didn’t stop or even slow down nor did he give Alice as much as a glance over his shoulder. He did, however, reply, “No time! I’m late!”

In shock, Alice followed him as fast as her feet would allow, her loose blond locks whipping behind her. The rabbit approached a gigantic, old tree with a large hole in one side. He leaped high into the air, diving for the opening and disappearing from sight. No fucking way!

There was no way Alice was going to let a talking rabbit get away. No one would ever believe her. Hell, she wasn’t sure she believed it herself. There were two options. Either she had to let the white rabbit go and worry about her own sanity for the rest of her days or she could follow him into the rabbit hole and get to the bottom of this mad curiosity.

She dropped down, crawling on her hands and knees as she poked her head into the opening in the great oak. The tree housed a secret—another hole. Not an ordinary hole dug out in the ground by a small animal but an odd, spinning, twirling vortex that had grabbed hold of her hand and was pulling her down head first into the unknown.

Alice struggled, but like quicksand, fighting only made her sink faster and her entire head and torso were soon pulled under. As the rest of her slipped through like a newborn after labor’s last push, she surveyed her surroundings.

No doubt about it, Alice was falling. The air around her seemed thick, almost as if it was alive, cushioning and slowing her descent. A familiar scent whiffed around her, enveloping her senses with the smell of vanilla. She squinted and for a second she saw the white rabbit but in a flash, he was gone. She continued to fall, and fall and fall some more to the point where she was quite certain she might fall all the way through to the other side of the earth. Somehow she was not afraid, no matter how far or fast she fell, she seemed to be floating until…

”Ahhhhh!” Alice screamed as the sight of solid ground came closer. She closed her eyes and braced for impact, but the force holding her in the rabbit hole graciously set her down rather gently. She blinked open her eyes and stood to look around. No white rabbit but standing just a couple of feet away from her was a startlingly attractive hunk of a man. He had silvery blond hair, pale skin and piercing, blue eyes, but truthfully, Alice’s gaze barely skimmed his face. Try as she might, she couldn’t make her eyes meet his because he was stark naked! Nude, nothing on at all!

She stood slack jawed, taking in every bulging muscle. The incredibly underdressed stranger had broad shoulders and a well-build torso with six perfect abdominal muscles. He towered over her with long, strong-looking legs and muscular arms. Alice gasped as her gaze settled on the area just below his navel.

The stranger had an amazing cock! Long as a snake and thick with girth, it swung proud and erect. “Oh my!” the words poured through her lips like water from a drain and her hand couldn’t reach her lips fast enough to stop them. Alice licked her lips, the area between her legs tingling most fervently.

She swallowed hard and pried her gaze away, looking the man in the face. He wore a smug smirk. “I’d love to stay, dear, but I’m late!”

Alice’s eyes widened and she took a step back. Wasn’t he taller just a minute ago? Yes, she was certain of it, but now, instead of standing a good two heads above her, he stood eye-to-eye with her until he didn’t.

He was shrinking! For the one hundredth time, she gasped, her jaw dropping as he decreased in height right down to the size of a mouse. What the ever-loving fuck!

Without further ado, he scurried through a tiny, open door no larger than six inches tall. Alice dropped to all fours, peeping through the hole as best she could. From what she could see, he had entered a garden and kept running. Pushing her face to the wall and squinting, Alice could see beautiful flowers going on for quite some distance. The fragrance of roses and lilies was near intoxicating. Had her white rabbit exited through this opening as well?

She stood and looked down at the tiny door. For sure it would have been a tight fit but her white rabbit might have been able to squeeze through. If he had, she certainly would never be able to follow. Shit! Where the hell am I?

Alice turned in a circle, surveying the small area where she had landed. She appeared to be in a round room, possibly some sort of turret.

Alice looked up and found nothing to see. The cobblestone walls appeared to go up forever and disappear into darkness. In the middle of the small room, there was a round table and a stool. The table was set with a tray of cupcakes and beside them was a glass bottle filled with blue liquid.

The cupcakes looked delicious and Alice was starting to get hungry. She hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning, opting just to have some coffee. It was well past lunch time and her tummy was rumbling. She bent down and sniffed, noting the strong smell of vanilla. Could these cupcakes have been responsible for the smell she first encountered as she was sucked into the rabbit hole?

The yummy looking baked goods had been frosted in a variety of pastel colors, including pale blue, light pink and a soft green. Alice licked her lips—could that be buttercream. She loved buttercream. Nothing was tastier than buttercream. She bet it was buttercream….mmmmm…buttercream. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a problem to have just one. She walked around to the other side of the table where she first noticed a small folded place card in front of the tray with the words Eat Me printed in calligraphy.

Unable to hold back, Alice plucked a pink frosted cupcake from the tray and took a bite. “Mmmmm!” Oh yeah! That was definitely buttercream and one bite wasn’t going to be enough. If it were possible to taste love, Alice was certain it would be the flavor currently in her mouth. She savored the subtle sweetness before swallowing. She took a second bite and then a third, and before she knew it she had gobbled down the whole thing.

She laughed as an insidious giddiness slowly took hold of her. Her head was woozy and her limbs might as well have belonged to a newborn calf. Then came the heat, and it hit her like a ton of bricks! Her temperature shot up until her skin felt as if it might sizzle.

Alice opened her mouth to let out a curse but the lewdest moan was all she could manage. Her body quivered as a tumultuous pulsing struck between her legs, coming on as fast and frenzied as a runaway train.

Her lips released another soft moan as her knees buckled, leaving her on the floor. She rolled over on her back, her eyes searching the room. The gray stone walls curved, encircling her. The lighting was neither bright nor dark, but most interestingly, everywhere she looked there was some kind of door of various sizes and colors. Some were far too high for her to reach even if she stood on the little table and some were right at her height. A couple of them were so small they had to be intended for a small cat or a large rodent. There were some shaped like rectangles while other doors were round or arched and each one was painted a different color.

Alice ran her hands over her silky blouse. She had decided against a bra that morning since they were always uncomfortable and her only plans for the day had been to hang out by the creek alone in the woods. Her shirt’s fabric seemed smoother and more luxurious than it had just a few minutes earlier. Somehow her sense of touch was exaggerated. Simply running her fingertips over the material shot waves of pleasure up from her palms. She moaned as she pushed her fingers against the lace bordering the decorative collar.

“Ah! Ah!” she cried out, every nerve ending on fire with a burning lust she couldn’t fathom. She squeezed her breasts and a surge of electrical current jolted at the juncture between her thighs. Alice unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, pushing her fingers down her white, lace underwear. The moment her finger strummed across her folds, her body shuddered. She needed more.

She rubbed her velvety flesh, wetness coating her fingers. She was already drenched. She scooted her jeans and panties down around her thighs and caressed the insatiable numb crowning her entrance. The area was screaming for attention, but even a slight touch was enough to send shockwaves throughout Alice’s entire body.

Once when she was young and stupid, an entire two years ago, she had let a lover talk her into trying ecstasy. She could still remember the way the drug had made her senseless and caused a massive increase in her sensitivity to touch. If she multiplied that sensation times a hundred, it still didn’t even come close. She was a prisoner in her own body, bound by lust. Her skin blazing, sweat moistened her hairline. She panted, unable to catch her breath as her heart pounded. She had to satisfy this hunger before it ate her alive from the inside out.

Alice pushed two fingers inside of her pussy, thrusting them in time with her bucking hips. The sensation was mind-numbingly pleasurable. She used her other hand to play with her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

Moaning and groaning as she was overcome with an inferno of yearning, she writhed like a nymph on the cold, hard floor. A tightening coiled in her belly and she clung to the feeling, coaxing it forward as her fingers stimulated her sweet spot.

“Ah!” she clenched down on her thrusting fingers as a wave of climax ripped through her and shook her like a ragdoll as she wrung every last drop of pleasure out of her orgasm.

Aftershocks buzzed through her wobbly limbs as she removed her fingers from inside her body, licking them clean. The powerful longing was subdued but not sated. She could feel the sleeping panther clawing just below the surface. She had to get out of that room, but how?

Huffing and puffing, she managed to roll over onto her hands and knees. Bits of grit from the cobblestone floor roughed up her palms, and she grimaced. Great, I just fucked myself on a filthy floor in the middle of nowhere. What the fuck is wrong with me and what the hell was in that cupcake?

Her body was still warm and flushed and her mouth was so dry it might as well have been filled with cotton. Alice remembered the bottle of blue liquid beside the cupcakes.

Standing shakily and with great difficulty, she contemplated drinking from the bottle. She grasped it by the neck, slowly turning it around until the small label faced her. No ingredients were listed nor was there even a name. The only writing read: Drink Me.

Alice hesitated. Heading the advice of the similarly worded cupcake nameplate had not been her best idea and in fact had landed her in this mess. Still, her throat burned with parchedness and tongue felt as if someone had forced her to eat sand right before stuffing a full grown sheep in her mouth. Perhaps the drink is the antidote to the cupcakes’ voodoo sex magic.

There was only one way to find out but fear gnawed at Alice’s insides. The blue liquid could just as easily be a deadly poison. She stumbled over to the wall, extending her arm and placing her palm on the stones to keep her balance. Slowly she trailed around in a circle walking the circumference of the room checking everything until she stood in the same place where she started. There were no loose stones or secret passages to be found so she looked to the doors. The few she could fit through where locked. She moved the platter of cupcakes to the stool and stood on the table to see if she could reach any of the doors higher up but even if she put the stool on the table and stood on it, she still wouldn’t be able to reach any of the knobs or handles and they would probably be locked as well. There was certainly no easy way out.

Alice hopped down and glanced at the tiny door leading out to the garden. The sexy guy she’d seen had shrunk to fit though. Was that the only way out?

Alice stumbled forward, putting her hand against the wall to steady her body as her pussy started to tingle again. Something had to give!

She staggered back to the table and picked up the glass bottle, uncorking it before raising it to her nose. Alice took a good whiff. The liquid smelled inviting like some sort of exotic fruit. She licked her lips, and finding no moisture, she made up her mind. Bottoms up!

Alice had no idea how long the bottle had been sitting out on the table but the liquid was cold as it flowed over her tongue and down her throat. The oddly matched flavors of bubble gum and champagne sat heavily on her taste buds. She closed her eyes and gulped the liquid down, hoping for the best.  She drank and drank and drank some more, swallowing down all she could tolerate. She was certain she had at least managed to drink half the bottle, but when she opened her eyes and sat the bottle back down on the table, it still appeared full. Curiouser and curiouser!

Suddenly, she began to sway side-to-side, her head spinning. Something was very wrong with her! Every hair on her body stood upright and her skin developed a slight itch.

Alice lifted one hand and began scratching at her wrist with the other. The change was subtle but soon enough there was no doubt. She was shrinking. She had suspected as much after what she had witnessed. Down…down…down she contracted right out of her clothing and soon enough she was even shorter than the table.

She fretted, ringing her hands. Shit! What if I disappear? Alice gasped as she looked over at the small stool that had previously been merely half the height of the table. Now it could shelter her from a storm. She twirled around towards the small door and finding it large enough for her, she dashed through to the lovely garden on the other side.

Alice ran as fast as her tiny feet word carry her, looking for some sign of the white rabbit or maybe even the stranger she had seen previously. Surely, he would have some answers. All the flowers and shrubs towered over her, but at least she was out of the round room. She gave a sigh of relief. What now?

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I hope you enjoyed chapter one. Please come back next Wednesday for your next dose of sizzling fairytale erotica.

Love,

—Sierra xoxo

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Getting a Makeover!

Howdy Readers,

I don’t know about anyone else, but I enjoy a good makeover. I love my long hair, but I’m constantly looking for something new to do with it whether it be pulling it back or simply styling it differently. My hairdo of choice right now is various styles of braids. I especially love the half up, half down styles often seen on Game of Thrones! I got into all these complicated dos when my daughter was younger and wanted me to learn how to do a lot of interesting updos and styles for her. I miss those days. Now she’s a tween and won’t let me touch those pretty, golden locks so I’m stuck making over myself and my blog.

I recently learned about MyBookTable, a widget that claims to help me drive traffic to my blog and better connect with my readers. I watched the video online and couldn’t wait to give it a try. It took a descent chunk on time to reformat my books into their table, but I like the streamlined looked and hope it will simplify surfing.

Please check out my Book Table, and tell me what you think in the comments.

Love,

Sierra xoxo

Sunday Snippet & TRR Contest Starts Today

 

Happy Sunday, Dear Readers,

I hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season and not getting too caught up in the hussle and bustle of it all. You have to reserve some time for reading, and I have the perfect romance for you. Crystal Coast Christmas will be available on December 12th. That’s just two days away.

SNIPPET

Jessica closed her eyes, delighting in Chase’s touch. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had taken such time and care to fine-tune her body, testing her flesh to learn where to touch to make her scream. His mouth found her other breast, his tongue tracing the rosy circle.

She squirmed beneath him, bucking her hips, her nails raking across his broad shoulders and down his muscular back. He blazed a trail leading him to her navel, which he nibbled and kissed, making her squeal. “Oh, God!”

SUMMARY

After escaping a bad relationship and moving into her aunt’s guest quarters, marine biologist Jessica Butler has sworn off love and relationships. Still, she can’t resist a night of no-strings passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied but wary. Her ex did a great job of destroying her self-confidence, leaving Jessica reluctant to take the plunge into romance again. While Chase is asleep, Jessica runs.

Chase can’t believe he’s found his sexual equal in Jessica. When he wakes up alone the next morning, he’s determined to make Jessica his, in spite of her reluctance to put her heart on the line.

Jessica’s sworn off men for good, but the faster she runs, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?

 

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Cover Reveal and Contest

 

Dear Readers,

 

I’m thrilled to show you the cover for the next Crystal Coast book. It was created by the amazingly talented artist, Ginny Glass, and I love it. She captured the essence of Crystal Coast Island and the allure of Christmas without losing the sex appeal. I adore the models used to depict Chase and Jessica and everything about the way they look, particularly the look in “Jessica’s” eyes. Way to go, Ginny!

 

Synopsis: After escaping a bad relationship and moving into her aunt’s guest quarters, marine biologist Jessica Butler has sworn off love and relationships. Still, she can’t resist a night of no-strings passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied but wary. Her ex did a great job of destroying her self-confidence, leaving Jessica reluctant to take the plunge into romance again. While Chase is asleep, Jessica runs.

Chase can’t believe he’s found his sexual equal in Jessica. When he wakes up alone the next morning, he’s determined to make Jessica his, in spite of her reluctance to put her heart on the line.

Jessica’s sworn off men for good, but the faster she runs, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?

 

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Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer – WTF did I just watch? (NSFW & 18+ only)

 

DISCLAIMER: This is a rant. If you don’t like bitching and cussing or are in any way easily offended, you might want to stop reading now. Like most of my website/blog, this isn’t safe for work, and it’s not appropriate for anyone under eighteen years old. Also, if you’ve never seen Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer – SPOILER ALERT.

Hello Dear Readers,

As you know it’s the most wonderful time of the year. All around me I see people getting into the spirit of Christmas. Many of my neighbors have their houses decorated up and looking as if they live in a magical holiday wonderland (Naughty me–I haven’t done squat yet. Maybe I need a spanking.). I’m sure I along with the rest of the family will get to it sometime before Santa gets here. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m sure my husband and kids will do it at some point. One thing my family does every year to get in the spirit is watching Christmas movies. It’s sort of a tradition to break out the DVDs and watch them all over and over again until we get sick of them. Finding one on streaming is a bonus, and if one comes on TV, that’s even better. With that being the case, I’d already seen Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer once this season before it aired. As a child, I loved it, but this time around, the story struck me a whole different way. Maybe I was sleep walking or texting through most of the story for all the years in between, but this season when I sat back and seriously watched the movie all the way from start to finish, a shit ton of things hit me over the head with a brick and gave me a not so cheery feeling.

So last night the movie aired on TV, and I watched it again, processing everything a bit more, and all I can say is what the fuck? Why is everyone so mean? Even Santa’s a dick. Poor Rudolph is just a kid when Santa tells him he’ll never make his team with that nose. Nice way to encourage the little ones, Chris Kringle. When no backbone Donner tells his son to hide his nose, I couldn’t get the words from Tori Spelling’s book out of my head.

Tori: Mom, am I pretty?

Mom: You will be when we get your nose fixed.

Or something similar…It’s been awhile since I read Stori Telling.

Moving right along, we have the head elf telling Hermie how much he sucks for not wanting to make toys. Oh, come on! Let Hermie be a dentist. That’s why your breath stinks, Head Elf. Coach Comet encourages all the other reindeers to bully and exclude Rudolph. Nice educational standards at the North Pole. As the parent of a spectrum child, this one really got me. I can very sadly attest that kind of shit still happens in schools more often than you might imagine. An assload of jerks, and those are the good guys! The Big Bad of the story hasn’t even been introduced yet. No wonder Rudolph and Hermie run away.

Other WTF stuff I noticed:

Santa just busts on up into the Donner cave without calling ahead or even calling out to ask permission. He has no manners.

The elves work hard on a song for Santa, and he tells them it sucks. Then he grumbles at his wife and waves her off. Where’s the jolly mofo we keep hearing about?

Yukon Cornelius has a bunch of puppies pulling his sled, and he snaps a whip at them. Maybe not a big deal to some people, but I didn’t like it.

All the male elves were bald except for Hermie who has a luxurious blond mane like all the girl elves. What exactly were the writers trying to imply? Vulture has some ideas: The Gay Subtext of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Grand Master Yukon C  also has a gun the whole time the Abominable Snowman has Rudolph seconds away from his mouth. Now obviously I don’t want him to pull it out and shoot the monster in the head—this is a kids’ show after all. But Chekhov’s Gun much?

Hermie removes all of the snow monster’s teeth with no pain meds. Huh? Maybe the passing thought above might have been more humane.

And finally, that damned king of the misfit toys is a shit bird. Rudolph asks if he can stay. The king basically tells him to fuck right off back home. :/

Okay, so that pretty much wraps up the ranting portion of this entry. If I missed something that drove you nuts, feel free to list it in the comments.

If you want a grown-up, sexy Christmas story where it’s okay to be different, please check out Horse Mountain Heat (Formally Bareback Christmas when Ellora’s Cave Publishing owned the rights). It’s less than a buck (heh – unintended reindeer pun) on Amazon.

I also have another Christmas story coming out on December 12th, so please be on the lookout for Crystal Coast Christmas.

Thanks for reading!

xoxo – Sierra

Sunday Snippet: Change in Plans

Happy Sunday Readers,

I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with my family over Thanksgiving, but after stuffing my face with southern-style holiday goodies, it’s time to get back to work. I’ve been teasing you with some snippets of the M/M romance I’d been working on, but you know what they say about the best laid plans. I’m afraid that goes double for writing. One of my hero’s has had a troubled past, and I want to explore the grit so the story simply has no place on the magical, love-filled paradise of Crystal Coast Island. Rest assured, I’ll be re-vamping and re-writing to lift the story out of the original setting and put it somewhere more befitting the tone. I’ll keep you posted.

Not to worry–the island won’t be neglected. Crystal Coast Christmas will be available on December 12th, and I’ve already started a sweet but sexy new adult installment for the locale featuring a hot surfer and a big, beautiful woman. If you need a Christmas story fix in the meanwhile, please check out Horse Mountain Heat (Originally titled Bareback Christmas).  Currently, it’s selling for less than a dollar on Amazon.

 

Now on to the teaser! One of my raciest books, Blood Ties and Leather Restraints, is a sizzling combination of dark, paranormal romance, BDSM, Ménage and organized crime. Our gorgeous, powerful anti-hero, Guy, loves sex with men and women and has no qualms about crushing anyone in his way. He comes with a lot of baggage, but he’s determined to possess our spunky heroine, Bianca, body and soul. She’s got problems of her own, including overbearing parents forcing an arranged marriage on her. It’s anyone’s guess if their coupling will make them stronger or break them completely.

She jittered as he pushed her knees back a bit farther, straining her thighs as he began to paddle her again. Shit! The slight change in position allowed him to get at some fresh meat, which he spanked vigorously. Bianca’s bottom lip quivered. Her ass stung as if a whole hive of bees had attacked her flesh, but her pride hurt much more.

A fresh crop of tears burned her eyes and chapped her skin as Guy’s paddle-wielding arm set her to huffing and puffing like an insolent child. Horrified by each unrestrainable scream escaping from her mouth, she sniveled, giving in to the humiliation and broadcasting her lack of fortitude and resistance.

Stopping to stretch, he admired his handiwork for a moment before he loosened his tie. “I’m afraid it’s getting rather hot in here. It might be all the heat radiating from this sexy ass of yours.”

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Who Doesn’t Love Sexy, Fierce Woman and FREEBIES?

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Happy Sunday, Readers!

Back in 2015, my professional writing career began when Ellora’s Cave published my first book, the then titled, Do Geek Girl’s Dream of Electric Sweeties? (Now titled Geek Girl’s Romance). Before Ellora’s Cave shut their doors forever, I went on to publish Bareback Christmas (Now Horse Mountain Heat) and two short stories. The first was Riding in the New Year, which continued the story from Bareback Christmas. The second, Destiny and Desire, was published in the currently unavailable anthology, Captured and Captivated.

 

Destiny and Desire was born out of my love of all things Amazons. I’m fond of the strong, capable women of Greek Mythology found in and based on the accounts of Strabo and Herodotus as well as the campy portrayals found in television shows like Hercules and the Legendary Journeys and Xena. And who doesn’t love Wonder Woman – one of the most famous Amazon-based characters in the world?

 

Modern historians and researchers, such as Adrienne Mayor, tend to debunk the myths of bikini clad, Greek females wielding swords and spears and most believe the women who captured the attention of Herodotus and Strabo were most likely women of the Steppe, expert horse riders who could hit a moving target with bow and arrow at full gallop. So much about the ancient Scythian culture and their nomadic way of life fascinates me: their ornate jewelry and the way they decked out their horses the way people today pimp their rides but nothing more so than their battle-ready women. Destiny and Desire’s Commander Xia and her warriors were those types of feisty, liberated horsewomen. I loosely based the origin of my female warriors in Destiny and Desire on a tale Herodotus recounts of Amazons being captured off the coast of Scythia and forced into a ship. Those poor sailors had no idea what was coming for them!

                                              

Once the rights to Destiny and Desire were returned to me, I renamed the story Fevered Dream and everyone who signs up for my newsletter gets a free copy along with periodic updates about my new releases, sales and discounts.

Blurb:

Forget lovely slave girls captured by the Roman Infantry, or the village ingénue carried away by the barbarian hordes, and saddle up for the story of real Amazons. Four fierce, hard-riding horsewomen of the Steppe happen upon a sexy landowner. Commander Xia and her warriors are in need of release and distraction, and D’Jwan must please them all if he is to find his true destiny.

 

Teaser:

The sound of hooves pounded the grass as Xia’s hunting party road back toward where they had planned to make camp for the evening. Dusk had hastened their return but smoke coming from the ruins of a nearby temple kept them on horseback for a bit longer. Xia was curious to see who visited the temple of the old goddess. Her riders kept bows handy as they approached the decrepit and usually undisturbed temple, pulling reins to soften trotting steps.

Scouting ahead, Scyleia got the first look, lifting one finger to signal the number within the temple. Xia galloped forward, her bow pulled, ready to loose an arrow until she saw Scyleia’s second signal, informing the rest of the group there was no threat.

“Who dares disturb this sacred place that we have claimed as our own?” Xia asked.

Laughing, Scyleia shook her head. “He is nothing and no one. Look at his clothing; a man in a dress.”

“A fucking dirt lover,” Kepes added, spitting to emphasize her disdain for anyone who would prefer a life hobbled to a patch of dirt to dig in, rather than the freedom of a saddle.

Xia dismounted. Her leather and fawn-skin boots protected her feet as she crossed a path of broken stones and rubble, standing on them for a better look at the man twitching and shaking by the fire. His eyes were wide open yet he was not conscious and neither was he with them on this plane of existence. She eyed the muscular thighs and calves visible beneath his man dress.

“Even still, he’s pretty to look at,” Xia commented.” She raised an eyebrow as she looked over her shoulder at the horsewomen accompanying her.

Her three companions answered with knowing smiles and mild laughter.

Turning around, Xia pointed a ways into the distance. “Micah and Scyleia, you set up camp over there. Kepes and I are going to have some fun with this one but we’ll cut you in soon enough.”

Micah’s nostrils flared and her dark, almond-shaped eyes cut to the side as she voiced her distaste. “Look”—she pointed out the mule grazing nearby—“he probably can’t even ride.”

Xia smiled, baring her teeth. “Probably not but perhaps he can be ridden.”

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Sunday Snippet – Crystal Coast Christmas

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I just got word that the next installment in the Crystal Coast Series, Crystal Coast Christmas, is scheduled to drop on December 12, 2017. It’s a love story about a fiesty Marine Biologist and a gorgeous Air Force Captain.

 

Reeling from her recent break-up after catching her live-in boyfriend or three years cheating one too many times, Jessica Stone is in no mood for holiday cheer. All the blinking lights and yuletide decorations just reminders her she’ll be alone this Christmas. She’s depressed and in emotional turmoil, determined never to fall in love again. 

While out for his morning, sea-side run, Captain Chase Culpepper spots a hottie he can’t take his eyes off of, but when she stops short, and he literally runs into her, things get off to a rocky start. Fate throws them together again when Jessica and her new roomie, Ryan, go out with Ryan’s boyfriend, Tanner, and some of his co-workers. Low and behold, Jessica finds herself seated next to Chase for dinner. She finally accepts his apology along with his offer to buy her a drink. As the evening continues, Jessica finds herself attracted to Chase. Her brain says no, but her body urges her to take a chance.

After they share a night of earth-shattering sex, Chase is surprised and upset when he wakes up all alone. He’s finally found his perfect, sexual equal, and he’s not about to let her one nightstand him. Chase doggedly pursues Jessica, but will his affection and passion be enough to melt the ice shielding her heart?

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Jessica had only worked through half her salad when her sandwich arrived, but she’d finished all of her painkiller and was working on Chase’s. “This drink is so good.”

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“Glad you’re enjoying it,” Chase replied, his cheeks tinting a slight pink as the pupils of his hooded eyes dilated and his lips formed a seductive pout. Why, I do believe he’s flirting with me.

Jessica looked down at her plate and picked up her sandwich, nibbling slowly. As she stole another glance at him, her body quivered. This is bad. I’ve sworn off love and dating and definitely relationships—of course, sex isn’t out of the question.

She squeezed her thighs together, attempting to squash the mounting temptation. After she finished her second painkiller, she switched to water. She couldn’t afford a pounding head in the morning. The men ordered another round of beer with only Tanner and Derrick abstaining.

After finishing most of her salad and a little more than half of her sandwich, Jessica wiped her mouth and covered her plate with her napkin. She was just short of stuffed, and one more bite would push her over the edge. She sneaked another peek at Chase only to be caught staring, his own piercing gaze locked on her.

Her tummy behaved like a python curving around a tree, twisting and squeezing, and her impulsive streak got the best of her. She leaned over by Chase’s ear. “Wait a couple of minutes and meet me at the ladies’ room. I’ll be waiting just inside the door.” She stood up and grabbed her purse. “Little girls’ room,” she said before walking off without looking back.

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Sunday Snippet Teaser of my M/M WIP

Happy Sunday, Readers!

The next installment of the Crystal Coast series, Crystal Coast Christmas has been edited and sent to proofs. I can’t wait to reveal the cover. The artists at Loose Id are extremely talented so I’m sure it will be just as beautiful as the last two.

The response to my first M/M romance, Crystal Coast Chemistry, has been overwhelmingly positive. I’m so thankful to everyone who took the time to post a review. Honest reviews are the key to writer’s hearts and all the love Tanner and Ryan have been getting has inspired me to start on a new M/M Crystal Coast story. I haven’t decided on the name just yet, but book four features Todd, an adorably sexy Crystal Coast cop, and Razor, the gorgous, long-haired, motorcycle-riding, former high school football star Todd has been crushing on since he was a kid. Here’s an (unedited) scene from that work in progress.

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Silence lingered between them and tension weighed heavily against the air until Razor changed the subject. “I seem to remember teaching you how to fish, but I’m rusty now. I might need you to help me.”

“Let’s start with baiting your hook.” Todd was happy Razor remembered some of the details of that day.

“We need to dig up worms.” Razor stood.

“Oh, hell no.” Todd shook his head as he grabbed his tackle box. He opened it and pulled out a small container with tiny holes in the plastic lid. “I stopped at the store.”

“Good thinking. You’re like a boy scout—always prepared. Were you an Eagle Scout?”

Todd’s face flushed, and he looked away. Unbelievable.

“O’snap! You were.” Razor snickered as he peeked under the lid, eyeing the creepy crawlers. “We got some wiggly rascals in here.”

“Need help getting one on your hook?”

Razor looked up and lifted one eyebrow, his mustache dancing as a smile exposed his top row of teeth. “You get a merit badge for your sash for that?”

Todd leaned closer and bumped Razor’s upper arm with his shoulder. “Cute.”

Gently he picked up an earthworm with his thumb and forefinger, lifting it up in front of Todd’s face. “Looky, looky.”

“What are you, ten?” Todd took the worm and impaled it on a hook. “Do you remember how to cast?”

“Maybe.” Razor gripped the handle of his combo, pulling it back before flicking his wrist and sending the line flying.

“Very nice. You got this.” Todd readied his own gear and cast. Razor reeled slowly.

“Got something?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Just pulling the line.” The sun broke out from behind the clouds, making the crisp air warmer. The men stood a little more than a foot away from each other, silently watching the water until Razor spoke up. “Hold this for me a sec, okay?”

“Sure.” Todd reached over and accepted Razor’s pole. Razor reached into the side pocket of his distressed, black denim jeans and pulled out a coated rubber band. He lifted his hands, combing his fingers through his hair and pulling his hair high up on his head—a little too high for a ponytail. Todd watched as he wrapped his hair around into a bun and loosely secured it with the hair tie. Todd snorted. “A man bun? Really?”

Razor looked Todd’s way and shrugged. “No good?”

On anyone else, that hairdo would be stupid and I’d hate it, but damn, it works for him. “No, it’s fine…Oh, oh, oh!” Something was tugging on Razor’s line. “Take it.”

Razor grabbed the handle and started reeling. “Either I’ve snagged some great big piece of garbage, or this fish is fighting me.” He pulled back on the rod, and then reeled some more.

A rush of excitement took hold of Todd. “Hold him. Don’t let him get away.”

“Here he comes! Here he comes.” Razor pulled back on the fishing rod again.

“I’ve got a net.” Todd secured his own rod in a holder he’d fashioned out of PVC pile and attached to the pier’s railing before rushing over to the bench and lifting the lid to retrieve the teardrop, landing net. He popped back over just in time to trap the striped bass Razor had landed. “Great catch.”

“He’s a beauty.” Razor said, peering into the net at the flipping fish. “I can hold him if you can get the hook out. I don’t want to mess him up too bad.”

“No problem.” Todd handed off the net and knelt down next to his tackle box, grabbing a pair of long-nose pliers. He stood and then used the tool to grip the middle of the bend of the hook and gently pull it free.

“Awesome work.” Razor lowered the net to the water and released his catch.

“We made a good team.” Todd made a fist with his free hand and lifted it. Razor bumped his knuckles against Todd’s, and their gazes locked.

As Razor set his pole down, his cheeks flushed and he pursed and then puckered his lips. “Guess so.”

Todd’s pulse reacted as Razor stepped closer. Would it be taking advantage if I kissed him?

“Thanks, that’s the most fun I’ve had since I returned home.” Razor’s head tilted downward.

Todd lifted his chin, staring into Razor’s intense eyes. Sometimes his size and facial expressions gave him an intimidating aura, but from what Todd had seen, Razor didn’t have a malicious bone in his body. It’s now or never. He took a step closer. “How about you let me comfort you?”

Razor nodded. “I’d like that.”

Todd placed his hands on Razor’s chest caressing his pectoral muscles before lifting his arms and putting them around his neck. He took a deep breath as Razor wrapped his arms around his waist, placing one hand on the small of his back while grasping his ass with the other. Todd swooned as Razor leaned in crushing his lips down against his.

He pushed into the kiss, enjoying the sensation of Razor’s facial hair tickling his skin. Todd pressed his fingertips into Razor’s broad shoulders, using them for leverage as he devoured the much taller man. Razor’s tongue flicked against the seam of Todd’s mouth and he parted his lips, welcoming Razor’s tongue.

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Happy Sunday, Readers!

I’m thrilled to announce The Power of Three is now available in paperback! If you love steamy MMF Menage, you can’t miss out on the Triple Passion Play series. I’ve planned four books spaning a twenty-year period to tell Ken, Tommy and Trisha’s story, starting with thier first tryst as horny, college students. The trio will face many struggles, highs and lows as they answer the question: Can three people truly love each other equally?

How do two best friends in love with the same woman work out the logistics of a smoking threesome? I’m not going to spoil all of Rock You Like a Hurricane, but I can’t resist giving you a little taste.

***

Tommy had hugged her before, but he had never held her close this way. His hard chest supported her shoulder while his soft, yummy-smelling hair brushed against her neck and cheek. For some reason, he smelled just like Ken tonight. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, taking in his fragrance. Oh! Her eyes flickered open. What was that stirring beneath? He was getting hard!

Trisha’s breath caught in her throat, and she pursed her lips over the smile she was repressing. As her eyelashes fluttered she caught the look on Ken’s face, and he looked as if he had been punched in the gut. Was he jealous? She couldn’t have these two fighting—that scenario wasn’t part of the plan.

Scooting back into her seat, Trisha used both hands to shove Tommy away. “Unhand me, you troll!”

“Troll!” Tommy shrieked, his face scrunched and his lips twisted.

“Well, when you make that face,” she said, playfully. “I saw a deck of cards over by the snacks. Let’s play poker.”

Tommy grinned and gave a nod. “Sure, but Ken will wipe the floor with us.”

Trisha shot a look Ken’s way, offering him a smile and a wink before awkwardly looking away while nervously playing with her hair. Ken spoke up. “As much as I’d love to rake you two over the coals, we don’t have any chips.”

Well, here’s my opening. Hope my voice doesn’t crack. Trisha lifted her face, cutting her eyes at him seductively as she answered, “Who needs chips when we have clothes?”

You get the picture, lighthearted and fun but still sexy as hell. After all, our triangle of lovers are still just kids there, but things get more serious in The Power of Three.

***

Trisha’s mouth hung open as she stared at Tommy’s serious expression. Turning her head, she locked eyes with Ken and he shook his head. Trisha laughed, placing her hand on the side of Tommy’s face as she continued to look at Ken. “Good thing he’s so pretty to look at.”

“Tell me about it. Without those looks, he’d starve to death,” Ken agreed.

“You know, it does make a difference in sales positions,” Trisha stated.

“No arguments,” Ken agreed. “It’s the only reason I’d ever agree to work with him.”

“Hey! Are the two of you calling me dumb?” Tommy finally seemed to catch on to the joke.

“Awww, no way. My baby is so smart and handsome,” Trisha said, ruffling his hair as she giggled. Tommy grabbed a throw pillow and conked her on the head with it before hurling it at Ken.  Without missing a beat, Ken knocked it away with his free hand.

“Regardless of how misguided my idea was, it doesn’t change the fact that Ken and I have both been feeling neglected,” Tommy said, looking to Trisha for answers.

“Okay, I’ll just start by saying you two are way off base. I’m crazy in love with you both, and I have not been avoiding either of you,” she replied.

“Then why wouldn’t you quit working at the grocery store when we told you the business was making enough money to pay our bills without you working a second job?” Ken said.

“I even took over paying the household bills and those checks haven’t even been hitting the bank account. Are you building a getaway fund to run off and leave us?” Tommy asked.

Trisha ran both hands through her hair, pushing her mane back and holding it as she shook her head. “Your imagination really has been working overtime.” She stood up and walked to the dark-stained, oak dresser pushed against the wall, opening the bottom, right-hand drawer and removing something from underneath the clothes. Returning to Tommy’s side, she dropped everything she was holding out on the bed. Ken moved closer taking a look as Tommy straightened up the all the stray colorful brochures, laying them out over the covers.

“India?” Tommy asked, holding one of the brochures. Ken reached down and took one of the others.

Trisha nodded. “It was supposed to be a surprise for Christmas. I kept the job at the grocery store so I could save up to pay for the trip.”

Ken eyed the brochure, crinkling his nose before lifting his gaze to Trisha. “Why India?”

“I did some research. It’s the only place in the world I could find that allows polyandry,” Trisha explained.

“Really?” Tommy asked.

“Well, not all of India, just in a remote part up in the mountains. That’s why the expense is so great. We’d have to fly in and then get a helicopter to take us as far as it could. Then we hire a guide to get us the rest of the way. Plus, it’s usually just for brothers, so I needed bribe money for the cleric.” When Trisha finally stopped staring at her feet and looked up at her men, she realized they were somewhere between gob smacked and holding back tears of laughter. “What?”

“What the fuck?” Ken asked. “Brothers?”

Trisha shot him a look of indignation. “Yes! They allow polyandry because there are so few women in the area so a couple of brothers can marry the same woman. It keeps inheritance in the family or something.”

“Wow, sounds…oppressive,” Tommy replied.

“How so?” Trisha asked, angrily.

“I dunno, but I can’t see most women being down with that sort of arrangement. Wouldn’t you agree that our situation is special?” Tommy explained.

“Yes, but…” Trisha was searching for a way to defend her idea.

“I’m thinking your master plan wasn’t so great either,” Tommy said, a teasing glimmer in his eyes brightening up his expression.

Trisha pursed her lips and rolled her eyes before laughing. “It seemed like a good idea to me.”

“It was a sweet idea,” Ken said, softening the blow until he added, “just misguided. No way would the United States recognize the marriage here.”

“Well, I know that,” Trisha retorted. “Obviously, it was just going to be ceremonial. At least our marriage would be legal somewhere.”

“So will we be packing up all of our belongings and moving to Bum Fuck India Mountain?” Tommy asked, clearly enjoying having someone else in the hot seat.

“Oh, fuck both of you,” Trisha replied and gave a defeated sigh.

“Yes please,” Tommy retorted.

As both men laughed at her expense, she bitched, “Try to do something nice…” Ken handed his bottle to Tommy and grabbed her around the waist. She playfully beat him against the chest. “I thought you would be touched.”

“I am,” Ken said. “How about you, Tommy? Are you touched?”

“Absolutely, I’m not hiking my way up the Indian Alps for a Deliverance style greeting from the locals, but I’m completely choked up by the sentiment,” Tommy said with a chuckle.

“Jackass,” she muttered toward Tommy as Ken nuzzled against her neck.

“Now, now, Tommy’s being glib but he’s right, we don’t need to waste cash on a ceremony that’s no different from the one we’ve already had.

“Now I feel stupid,” Trisha replied sheepishly.

“Don’t feel stupid,” Ken started.

Tommy interrupted, “Good thing she’s pretty!”

Trisha’s body tensed and she clenched her fists.

“Shut up, Tommy,” Ken said as he started to finesse Trisha’s clothes off.

“Oh, my bad,” Tommy replied as Trisha’s shirt came off.

Trisha struggled playfully, feigning resistance. “No way, don’t think I’m falling for your charms.”

“But baby,” Tommy stood and closed ranks, trapping her between him and Ken. His large hands slide over her shoulders, his thumbs hooking under the straps of her bra and pulling them down her shoulders. As if they were performing a choreographed scene, Ken’s hands scooted up Trisha’s back, his fingers nimbly unfastening the undergarment. As the clothing hit the floor, she stood, surrounded and naked from the waist up.

I’m still writing book three, but I can tell you the dynamics will change again as the Tommy, Trisha and Ken prepare for the arrival of thier first child. Tommy’s name is on the marriage certificate, but will he be pushed out when Trisha gives birth to Ken’s son?  Enjoy this (unedited) teaser.

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Thomas Marks sat across from his father, Dr. Randall Marks, at the family restaurant where they agreed to meet for breakfast. The old diner’s wagon wheel wallpaper and chestnut wood tables provided a comfortable sense of familiarity but Dr. Marks’s stiffness, slow speech and carefully chosen words let Tommy know his dad had something unpleasant on his mind.

“So Dad, how was the medical conference?”

“Riveting,” Dr. Marks replied sarcastically, offering what appeared to be a genuine smile. “So how’s Trisha getting along?” His gaze crawled all over Tommy’s face, likely observing every blink and twitch.

Tommy looked down at his toast and scrambled eggs, moving the yellow bits around with his fork as he answered, “Well, you know…about to pop and snapping like a turtle. San Antonio heat is hard on expectant mothers.”

“Yes, I would imagine so. Austin wasn’t much easier on your mom, my dear fourth child,” Dr. Mark’s serious expression lightened a hair but his blue eyes dimmed quickly.

“I know. You’re the jedi. I’m the padawan.” Tommy chuckled before taking a bite of bacon and washing it down with his juice.

“So…Ken must be excited,” Dr. Marks finally dropped the hammer.

Tommy wiped his mouth with a paper napkin and took a deep breath before looking his dad straight in the eye. “Is there something you feel you need to say, Dad?”

Dr. Mark’s shoulders slumped and he sighed, his face a mixture of emotions. “I just don’t get it, son. I know you say you wanted it this way, and I tried to accept your unique relationship the best I know how but I never thought this thing between the three of you would last…sharing your wife with your best friend, and now she’s having his baby…I don’t…I know you say you’re happy, but…”

“Dad, I am happy.” Tommy touched his head, cautiously patting his blond hair to make sure the meticulously gelled back locks were still in order.

“For now, but those two are getting ready to share a bond you can’t even imagine…not until you have one of your own.” Dr. Marks nervously tapped his fingertips against the tabletop.

“It’s my baby too…legally more so than Ken’s since I’m Trisha’s husband.”

Dr. Marks grimaced. “Legal, smegal…I’m talking about emotions…the love you have for your own flesh and blood is special. Protecting your own is ingrained in a man’s DNA. You’re on the verge of standing on the sidelines, watching Trisha and Ken share looks and smiles and a kind of joy that transcends things like a certificate of marriage.”

Tommy’s pulse reacted to the ache in his chest. His dad had probed a sore spot, grinding against some nagging insecurities. Fears of Trisha and Ken growing closer and freezing him out surfaced from time to time, but Tommy always shoved those doubts right to the back of his mind. The bond and commitment he shared with Trisha and Ken was solid. He was sure of it.

“And I don’t understand why you had to change your name when you and Trisha got married. I mean, I get Trisha taking your name, but you and her both changing your last names to Marks-Davidson?”

“You can change your name to whatever you want when you get married,” Tommy replied before taking a sip of coffee.

Dr. Marks rolled his eyes. “You know that wasn’t what I meant. Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should. What happens when Ken finally decides to get a wife of his own, and you and Trisha still have his name?”

Tommy gave his dad a sideways look and tilted his head. “Umm…I’m pretty sure the baby takes Ken’s option of walking away clean off the table. For better or worse, the three of us are committed to each other.”

Rubbing his temples with both hands, Dr. Marks was clearly exasperated, but he sighed and gave it another try. “I guess it’s too late to turn back now anyway. Your wife is already pregnant with another man’s child, but I want you to understand that you messed up. When those two hold that baby and decide they want their child to have a normal childhood with two parents, are you prepared to lose your wife and your best friend?

Is it me or was Tommy’s dad sort of harsh? In the final book in the series, Triple Passion Christmas, readers will find out if our trio was able to stand the test of time. Where are they twenty years after thier first night of passion? I’m going to make you wait for that one, but I think readers will enjoy the ride.

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