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Until Forever (Merricks, Montana 5) is out today!

Read an excerpt from my latest book Until Forever and check out my Merricks page for more sexy Montana fun.

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

All Cody Winters wants is a loving dominant to call his own. Cody knows Troy Boone is the man for him, but Troy has commitment issues and it is driving them apart. When he is offered his dream job, Cody decides to start over, but his car breaks down just outside of Merricks, Montana, leaving him desperately in need of a knight in shining armor.
Samantha McDonald has yet to find that one man that makes her body stand up and take notice. She comes across a broken down car on the side of the road, and is surprised and delighted with what she finds.
When Troy roars into town and throws a spanner in their budding relationship, Cody suggests that they try things the Merricks way. Sam will risk everything to keep her new submissive, even if it means dating another Dom.
Trouble has also followed Cody and their lives are in danger. Will Cody need rescuing once more?



STORY EXCERPT

The car sputtered again, and Cody held his breath. Please, please, please, he prayed, but it was no use. The engine gave one last shudder and died. Cody used the momentum to steer the car off the road before it rolled to a stop.
“Crap, shit, bugger, shit,” he swore, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. Cody unsnapped his seat belt and popped the hood before getting out of the car. The engine was steaming and hissing as he propped up the hood.
Cody stared at the engine, but he really had no idea what was wrong with the thing. He failed big time at all things manly. It wasn’t as though he was girly or anything. He had just never been someone interested in cars, sports, or the great outdoors. He put it down to the fact that all those things usually coincided with drinking, and he wasn’t much of a drinker. He preferred to stick to coffee.
Sighing, he moved away from the car and looked up and down the road. All he could see for miles was nothing, just endless trees, paddocks, and road. There was no other traffic and not a house in sight. He was well and truly up shit creek without a paddle.
A thought struck Cody, and he raced to his car. He had his cell in the car. He could call for help. Not that he knew who to call. He couldn’t call emergency services, and he wasn’t a member of one of those roadside assist companies. He wasn’t going to ring Troy. He would rather starve on the side of the road than call his sort-of-ex for help.
Grabbing his phone from his backpack, Cody swiped on the screen and looked at the display. He almost cried at the little no-signal sign displayed on his cell. He threw the phone back into the car and sat down in the passenger seat with a huff.
He would just have to wait, and hopefully someone would drive past soon. His great adventure was turning into a bit of a nightmare, and he needed rescuing. He needed a knight in shining armor to come and sweep him of his feet.
Cody let his mind wander as he waited. He liked the idea of being a damsel in distress. What was the male equivalent? Cody snorted. He wasn’t sure there was one. He would settle for hot, hunky dude in distress.
Now all he needed was his knight in shining armor. They would have to be strong and independent and good looking. It was his fantasy after all. Capable of having a relationship and not commitment phobic. He’d had enough of that with Troy to last a lifetime. Knowing how to fix cars would be a bonus too.
Cody could imagine it all. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his fantasy rescue. The man would drive up in his large black pickup, and they would stare into each other’s eyes. Cody would shyly cough and look away before his rescuer would ask, “Are you okay?”
Cody’s lip would quiver, and he would suck in a deep breath.
“Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?”
No, no, he was imagining a more masculine voice, but he would roll with it. He didn’t mind being rescued by a woman. Yes, a sexy curvy Domme. Cody’s fantasy changed form as he shifted in his seat.
“Hello? Are you awake?” Golly, she was a persistent, naggy rescuer in his fantasy. “Are you going to answer me, or are you unconscious?”
Cody jumped as a hand touched his shoulder and gave him a small shake. His eyes snapped open, and he let out an unmanly squeal.
“You scared me,” he said, holding his hand to his chest. He looked up at the blonde woman standing before him and blinked. She was beautiful, and Cody’s mouth went dry.
She had the most amazing curly blonde hair, styled as though she’d fallen out of a ’40s film. Her light green eyes stared back at him, and Cody was entranced. She was curvy and full-figured, her body perfectly complemented in her jeans and red-checkered shirt. Her large breasts pushed against the material, and the way she was leaning forward toward him created a most spectacular view.
“Sorry,” she said. Cody’s eyes snapped back to hers. “I called out a couple of times, but you didn’t seem to hear me.”
“I was lost in thought,” Cody replied. “I didn’t even hear your car pull up.”
“I’m surprised,” she said chuckling. “That thing is a beast.”
Cody looked out his back window at the large black pickup parked behind his little car. His fantasy was coming to life in more ways than one.
“You drive that thing?” he asked. It was a huge vehicle for such a small woman, and she was small despite her extra curves. She was short and curvy and perfect.
“Not always,” she answered. “I had to borrow it from a friend so I could pick up some furniture I bought online. I usually drive a vintage Mustang.”
Cody could see her in a Mustang. The top pulled back and her hair under a scarf as she flew down the highway. He needed to get a grip. He was starting to wonder if he had conjured up the woman.
“I’m Cody by the way,” he said, introducing himself. He stuck out his hand to shake and waited.
“Sam,” she replied and placed her small hand in his. 



ADULT EXCERPT

Sam shuffled over to Cody on her knees and looked up at her sub. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his hard body glistening in the light. She ran her hands along his flesh and felt the heat of his body under her palms. The hair on his legs was coarse and bristly, a contrast against his smooth skin.
He was everything she had ever wanted in a submissive and had handled his spanking better than she could ever imagine. Troy’s big palms had laid into his ass, and even Sam had cringed slightly at the force. Cody had simply moaned and stuck his ass out farther, silently begging for more.
Sam had found herself getting turned on as she had spanked Cody’s butt, but it was nothing compared to the fascination and desire she had felt watching Troy as he dominated Cody.
Sam took his hard length in her hand and wrapped her fingers around its wide circumference. Cody was well endowed, her small fingers unable to get all the way around.
She wondered what Troy would look like. He was a big man. Was he big all over? She would say yes if she had to guess. Cody’s loud moan bought her out of her wonderings and back to the task at hand.
“Does my subbie want something?” Sam asked. She leaned forward, licked the slit of his cock, and tasted his salty flavor for the first time. His masculine essence tingled on her tongue, a flavor unique to Cody. His cock jumped in her hand, so she repeated the action and then swirled her tongue around the spongy head.
Troy sat down on the couch next to Cody. Sam watched him with hooded eyes and took Cody farther into her mouth. She used her saliva to lubricate his length and then bobbed her head up and down and hollowed out her cheeks.
“Tug on his balls, baby,” Troy told her. “He likes to have them pulled on.”
Sam reached up and did as Troy told her. Sam rolled them in her palm and gave them a gentle yank. Cody’s hips came off the couch as he shouted, making Sam smile around his shaft. He really did like having his balls played with.
“Please,” Cody said. “I can’t hold back any longer.”
Sam loved the power she yielded over Cody, and it turned her on only more to hear him beg. She lifted her head and looked at the pained expression on Cody’s face. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, and his eyes were scrunched closed.
“You may come,” Sam said and took his cock into her mouth once more. She took him to the back of her throat and swallowed around his large head. Using her hand to pump his shaft, she worked in time with her mouth.
She didn’t have to wait long before Cody was shouting to the rafters and spilling his seed into her mouth. Sam swallowed and worked his cock in her mouth as he came over and over.
She licked him clean as he softened in her mouth before lifting her head and smiling up at him. His eyes were closed, and he wore a blissful expression on his face, and Sam felt a level of satisfaction that she hadn’t gotten with any other submissive.
“That was hot,” Troy said. “Cody seems to be out of it.”
Sam could see the bulge straining against Troy’s pants and wondered what was going to happen next. She stood, pulled the throw rug off the back of her armchair, and wrapped it around her sleeping sub. He deserved the rest, and it was her job to look after him. She went into the kitchen and grabbed him a bottle of water from the fridge so it would be there when he woke.
Troy was still on the couch when she got back and put the water on the coffee table. Suddenly she felt awkward, not sure what was supposed to happen next. She stood facing Troy and bit her lip in indecision. She knew what she wanted to happen. She just wasn’t sure she should ask for it.
Troy’s cock was still straining against his pants, and Sam’s clit throbbed with need. She discreetly tried to rub her thighs together to lessen her arousal.
“Um,” she said. “I could take care of you too, if you like.”
Gosh, she was supposed to be a Domme. Why was she suddenly so meek and indecisive?
“I have a better idea,” Troy said. “Take off your panties and sit on the armchair. I want to taste you first.”
Sam sucked in a deep breath, and she rushed to comply. She wanted to feel Troy’s mouth on her pussy more than anything in the world at that moment in time.
She kicked off her panties and sat on the chair, her skirt still covering her girly parts from Troy.
“Lift up your skirt and place your legs over the arms of the chair,” Troy told her. “I want to see my pussy, and it is my pussy.”

New Release!

Clair de Lune's latest book Red is for Fire, was released on June 18th. It's the second in her "Red is for…." Series. This is her second self-published book.  Check out her hot excerpts and author bio! I love a hot dominant in a kilt!

Red is for Fire.
Edana McAllister is a force of nature, voluptuous and passionate as well as stubborn and determined to have her way. Her long mane of rich red hair complements her fiery personality. Guided by her Goddess, she is in pursuit of her man and she will stop at nothing to get him, on her terms of course. Andrew Macgregor is a giant of a man, dominant and unstoppable in court, magnificent in his kilt, and a true Dom. He wants Edana, but deceived by her outward appearance he curbs his dominant tendencies until he overhears Edana discussing what she really wants with a friend. His eyes are opened and he decides to give her exactly what she desires, but on his terms Sparks fly, and the clash of wills leads to stalemate until fate or the Goddess intervenes. 
This is book 2 in the series, which is set in a clandestine BDSM club in Speyside, the heart of the Scottish Whisky producing country. All the Doms and subs in the club are prominent members of  local society and have a lot to lose if their kink is discovered, so they will go to any lengths to protect their secrets and each other. Each book is a stand-alone, complete story.


Story Excerpt "Well, the evening was a great success," Calum said as he and Ruari met the next day to consider plans, over a wee dram of the eighteen-year-old Dalguise, of course. "Andrew's demonstration caused even more comment than we'd anticipated. I see the list he put up had Doughall and Ewan's names as well as ours. That scene with Edana was sensational," Ruari remarked. "Yes, it was. What do you make of her and Andrew?" Ruari considered for a while before he spoke. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, sniffed appreciatively and took a sip. "I think he's smitten. Oh, he does his best to conceal it, but when she's in the room he has eyes and attention for no other. The problem is I'm not so sure about her feelings. She was flirting with me, in front of him, but when I suggested we take it further she drew back at once. Come to think about it, I'm not sure what her game is at all, nor Catriona's. She was after Andrew like a bitch in heat, and Edana didn't seem to mind at all." Ruari sounded perplexed and not a little troubled. Calum smiled to himself. Seems to me that Catriona knows exactly what she's about, but I have no intention of spoiling her fun. Ruari needs to settle down soon. She'd make him an excellent wife, but he's always been afraid to commit. Now he's beginning to sound like a dog that sees his old neglected bone the focus of attention by another. "I saw them giggling together earlier," Calum remarked. "They seem to be up to something. Is she your sub or not?" "I asked her to come here. I'm not sure I want to collar her. I don't think I want a permanent arrangement just yet," Ruari said, slowly, hesitating over his words. "She's a stunner with that sleek cap of multi-coloured hair and that voluptuous figure, what's not to like? Just ask yourself how you'd feel if anyone else fucked her." "Oh, she's gorgeous all right. There's nothing wrong with her, it's just me," Ruari said. Calum thought he'd said enough to give Ruari food for thought. "Well, you know your own business best, Ruari. Let's get to the plans for the future of the club. I'm for offering Doughall, Ewan and Heather membership. What about you?" "It's your club, Calum," Ruari said. "Yes, but we set it up, and I'd appreciate your candid opinion," Calum said. "Okay then. I agree. We'll still need one more sub, to make up the numbers when we meet. We can ask if any of the Doms know of anyone who'd like to join. It's not going to be easy, with such a small membership, not to have Doms queueing up for subs. Before you know it, the subs will be getting ideas well above their station." "No, we can't have that. We shall just have to keep them in their place," Calum said with a wink. "I can't wait to try out that spanking bench."
© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015
Adult Excerpt (R) Edana stood at the bottom of the staircase, and to one side, as she'd been instructed. She heard the sound of cars arriving, so she straightened her back and lowered her gaze. She heard the cheerful rumble of Andrew's voice, and gripped her hands behind her back. She was nervous and on-edge. She well knew the spanking wasn't the only 'treat' he had planned, and she hoped that it would only be himself administering the punishment. The door opened, and a blast of cool evening air made her shiver and her nipples turn to hard nubs. Andrew must have allowed everyone to precede him, because although she couldn't look up, she could see their feet, and his laced brogues and stockings didn't appear until the very end, after the bolts had been shot home. "Ah my naughty little puss is awaiting my pleasure," he almost purred. He put his bag on the floor and took out a box. He bent and sucked one stiff, little nipple into his mouth. Edana gasped as she tried to remain upright. The pleasurable feelings made her toes curl, and her knees wobble. He stopped sucking and took out a wicked looking nipple clamp with which he adorned her nipple. Then he repeated the exercise and linked the two with a short length of chain that allowed very little movement, without tweaking the clamps. He hadn't finished, because he was holding a third clamp and Edana's eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she realised just where that was going. He sat on the bottom step and told her to put one leg over his shoulder. When she hesitated, he pulled on the chain between her nipples to gain her attention, and she hurried to comply. His mouth sucked at her little bud, making her head spin, and she held onto him, to keep from falling over. When he took his mouth away, she moaned her objection, but he didn't comply with her unspoken request. Instead, he placed the last clamp over her clit, linking it to the other two, with just enough chain so that movement would pull on her delicate parts. He told her to remove her leg and stand upright, then he adjusted the length of the chain to his liking. He took a collar and lead out of his bag and, placing the former about her neck, he attached the latter, holding the end in his hand. He lifted her chin and smiled at her. "I've waited for this for such a long time, and I'm going to enjoy every last minute, my sweeting." He led her to the stage and up the steps. Everyone was seated and silent. She felt so alone, but Andrew was on the other end of the lead, and he would look after her. She had to do this for him. He'd lost face because of her, and now it was pay-back time.
© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015
Author's bio
Since my youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and I wrote "Initiation"book one in the Prometheus in Chains series writing has taken over my life. It has been like a roller-coaster ride and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I have made many good friends, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life. I believe the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA even if the road is rocky.  I am also very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from Sage Marlowe who edited this book and Jess Buffett for the beautiful cover. This is only my second self-published book. My previous series "Prometheus in  Chains," "The Dragons of the Cairngorms," "The Blood Red Rose Club," and the single novellas, Angel in Hell and  The Locket were published by Siren. Life on the Edge was published by Breathless Press.
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New Release!

Tempting the Billionaire – Erotic Romance in Tropical Paradise By V.K. Black

A lifetime ago, Alex Greenway grew up in a brothel. He graduated into petty theft and debt collection.
But the army gave him his way out. Now, he's a legitimate—albeit ruthless— billionaire. He wears designer suits. His office has harbor views. He owns an island.
When he discovers a pretty, naked hooker in his bed, he wants to get her off his island. But Mia has a sweet seduction style that's as sexy as hell. She seems different to the girls he'd known all those years ago.
Max is furious with himself for even considering a return to his old days. If he succumbs to temptation, then little Mia will be in for a wild and rough ride.
Genre(s): Short Erotic Contemporary Romance
Buy Links: Amazon, Kobo, Nook

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victoriablacksexystories.com, Facebook, Twitter
 

New Release - A Diamond in the Dark by Sassie Lewis

Check out this hot new romance by author Sassie Lewis. A hot Cowboy and a plus sized woman, what more could you ask for?
An untouched beauty, an irresistible cowboy, and forbidden desires. Sinning never tasted so sweet.
How do you get a Texas cowboy to notice you? Tia’s been asking herself that question for years. She’s only ever wanted one man to notice her. The problem is the stubborn, ruggedly handsome guy that she’s obsessed with has always seen himself as her uncle.
What happens when the girl you helped raise becomes a young woman you can’t resist? In Axton’s case, you take a road trip to escape temptation. But when his brother dumps the delectable, curvy Tia in Axton’s hotel room, suddenly the reasons for fighting temptation seem insignificant against the burning need coursing through them both.
Can the heat of their passion ignite a love worth fighting for, or will one accident end it all?
Content Warning: This book contains one hot as hell cowboy and a curvy college student with great taste in men. Some outdoor, indoor, and public loving. These scenes are sure to leave your panties wet and your heart pumping.

Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary Romance, BBW
ISBN: 9781940744834
Buy Link:Amazon
Author Bio Sassie Lewis is a born and bred Australian. She lives on the outskirts of Brisbane Queensland, with her husband, two daughters, one son and a dog that hates having a bath.
She swears like a sailor, and blames her ability to over share personal matters - matters that fall into that TMI category - on a faulty brain to mouth filter, that forgets to tell her “This isn’t appropriate dinner conversation”.
An avid reader since childhood. Sassie came across erotic romance in her mid-twenties, falling deeply, madly in lust with the genre instantly. And has had wet panties ever since. With her somewhat skewed and unique view of the world, along with a little encouragement from her father, she thought what the heck! and she penned her first erotic romance. She hopes to draw you into the world she’s created, and leave you as breathless and wanting, for her fictional friends, as she became, while writing them.
Sassie also writes under the name of Vixen von Fock
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Todays Guest Author - Michelle Roth

Today Michelle Roth joins us to talk about her newest release with Evernight Publishing. Keep reading for a blurb, excerpt, and a little about the author. Thanks Michelle, I wish you all the best with your new release.


Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Shakedown. Diamond and Diamond is a bit of a departure from anything that I've written thus far. My previous works have all been ultra-realistic contemporary romance. Shakedown still has the sexy, steamy elements just like any other erotic romance, but it also incorporates a bit of suspense and mystery as well. I certainly hope you enjoy!

Private Detective Mike Diamond is the low man on the totem pole. More often than not he finds himself investigating insurance fraud or cheating spouses. When he's assigned a dog-napping case, he is on the brink of refusing until he meets the client. One look at her changes everything.
When the police refuse to investigate her case, Cassidy Werner turns to Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators. Despite the bad first impression he's given her, Cassidy still hires Mike to help her find her prize Tibetan Mastiff. As she gets to know him, she realizes that he's not only dedicated to getting Roddy back for her, but also a pretty great guy.
Right after she receives a ransom demand, things begin to heat up between them. Will Mike be able to crack the case and save her dog? And if he can, does that mean that he gets the girl too? 




He was relieved to find the lobby was empty, so he stopped back at Lara's desk and asked, “Can you believe that shit? A dog napping?”

He didn't think for a minute she hadn't overheard every word. That woman was like the KGB and Secret Service all in one. Anything happened in this office, she had it under immediate surveillance.

Lara cuffed him on the arm and said, “She's in the bathroom, idiot.”

Mike winced, feeling bad he'd probably been overheard. But, seriously, who hired a PI to find a lost dog?

Seconds later, the bathroom door slowly opened. He almost did a double take as the woman stepped out. Aside from red eyes that had clearly been crying, she was a looker.

She was elegantly dressed and somewhere near his age, with a riot of auburn curls trailing down her back, like some sort of mermaid siren. All ripe, lush curves. He'd always liked his women soft.

And, he was ogling this obviously distraught woman like she was a steak. Not that he wouldn't be more than interested in taking a bite, but it was clear that now wasn't the time. So instead of voicing his thoughts, he stuck his hand out and said, “Mike Diamond. And you are?”

“Cassidy Werner,” she said, not bothering to stick her hand out.

Well, apparently she'd heard him. He'd need to apologize, if the look on her face was any indication. He dropped his hand and said, “My office is this way.”

She gave him a look that screamed 'You're on thin ice, buddy' but moved toward the open office door that Mike had gestured to. He followed her, once again appreciating the hourglass waist and full hips. Damn.

He moved behind his desk and gestured to one of the worn chairs. When she had settled in, he asked, “So I understand your dog has been kidnapped?”


(About Me:)

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book. In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.
 (Contact Info:)
Twitter: @mroth_author
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mrothauthorWebsite: http://www.michelleroth.net
Newsletter: http://michelleroth.net/mailing-list/GooglePlus: http://google.com/+MichelleRothAuthorGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8178847.Michelle_RothAmazon Author: http://www.amazon.com/Michelle-Roth/e/B00KQNZOAWEmail: michelle@michelleroth.net

   (Buy Links:)
Amazon:   http://www.amazon.com/Michelle-Roth/e/B00KQNZOAW/Evernight:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/shakedown-by-michelle-roth/Bookstrand.com: http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth 
 

Todays Guest Author - Maia Dylan

Maia Dylan has a new paranormal menage in her Grey River Series. Check out her excerpts, Bio, and read a Q&A with Maia.
Ask Maia Questions on Twitter using hashtag #Grey River and tag her @Maiadylanauthor.

JUST LUCY’S LUCK – GREY RIVER 2
Blurb:
When bad things happen is fate or bad luck to blame?  Lucy Blake didn’t believe in fate, but knew just how dangerous bad luck could be.


Lucy was having a really bad... well life!  She put it all down to having the worst luck in the world.  She had always thought that perhaps someone had replaced the 'L' in her Luck with an 'F'.  Running for her life, being chased by a drug dealing, murdering, people trafficker was just the icing on top of a craptastic cake.  She found herself in Grey River hurt and alone but with offers of help and protection coming from the two EMT's who had saved her. 


Cody and Brendan Anderson were Grey River Pack beta.  They find more than an unconscious woman when they answer a call for help.  They had just had the very good fortune of finding their mate!  Now they just had to convince her to let them keep her.


**erotic romance, ménage a trois, paranormal, shape-shifter, anal sex, double penetration
PG EXCERPT:
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she felt the color rise in her face, “Cody! You shouldn’t say things about my, my…girl parts!” “Why the hell not? I have a feeling your girl parts are going to be one of my most favorite things in the world, so why wouldn’t I talk about them?” Cody looked at her as she was the one talking crazy. She looked to Brendan for some semblance of sanity and he was nodding in full agreement. Oh, for the love of peanut butter cups! Closing her eyes in exasperation, she took a deep calming breath. “We seem to have gone off topic here.” She opened eyes and all thoughts on what she was going to say next evaporated. Somehow they had crossed the room in complete silence and were standing so close to her. Their scents filled her head and clouded her thoughts. “I don’t know about that, kitten. I think I like the current topic way more than the last one.” Brendan’s throaty, raspy voice had turned her into the I’d-do-anything-for-you Lucy. Golly, they didn’t fight fair. “Lucille, we know you want us, the smell of your pussy getting all wet, slick and hot for us, makes me so hot, horny and hard it physically hurts. You are not alone in the attraction stakes here. If you put yourself in our hands we will protect you, keep you safe, and do everything in our power to make you happy.” “You happiness will be our life’s work, pet.” Cody stepped forward and lifted his hand to cup her cheek. His eyes bored into hers, and she started trembling, wanting to simply give them everything she had and everything she was, for just one moment of actually belonging to them. “All you have to do is say yes, Lucille. Let us help you to shoulder whatever it is troubling you and let us love on you until you know where you are meant to be.” Brendan stepped up to her other side and slid his arm around her back, settling his hand on her hip. “We’re here for you Lucille, and unless you tell us there is no chance in hell that you could ever feel for us what we are starting to feel for you then we have no intention of leaving you or allowing you to leave us. Take a chance, kitten. Say yes, Lucille.” Lucy started to tremble at the thought of taking that risk. It wasn’t a matter of trust. She knew she could trust these men to see to her safety, but she knew what was coming. She knew who was coming. And she knew without a doubt that if it were just her facing Mani and his men on her own, there would be no chance of winning. She would be signing her own death warrant. When she had taken off that night, it had been in a desperate attempt to save her life. But she had known it was going to be short-lived, that she didn’t have the strength, skills, or resources to survive on her own. Mani was too powerful, too rich, and too desperate for her to disappear. And she had resigned herself to that to a certain degree. Not that she had a death wish or anything, it’s just she was a realist. Now? She wanted to live! She wanted the chance to stay in Grey River and become someone who might actually be worthy of these two men, men she knew were strong enough to help her, but were they strong enough to take on Mani and his men? The question she really needed to answer for herself was if her fear that staying could bring trouble to their door was stronger than her desire for a future with Brendan and Cody. And the answer was no. Well, hello there epiphany! It was really quite simple. Nothing was stronger than her desire for a future with Brendan and Cody. For that she could face anything and anyone. She must have stood there having her epiphany in silence because both men frowned. “Lucille?” Cody asked quietly. “Lucy.” She couldn’t help smiling as their frowns deepened. “What?” Brendan said. Her smile widened and she felt a weight suddenly lift from her spirit. “Lucy, my name is Lucy Blake, and my answer is yes.” © MAIA DYLAN, SIREN PUBLISHING, 2015

Excerpt R “Now, Cody and I are real men. Men who know just how unbelievably lucky we are to have you in our bed. We want—fuck we need—to bring you pleasure. We have to prove to you that we are worth taking a risk on so that you will let us love on you every day for the rest of our lives, starting right now!” Brendan leaned over, took her nipple into his mouth, and tugged on it strongly. She moaned a loud, and Brendan looked up just in time to see his brother lean over her and swallow her cries with his own mouth. When she arched back, pushing her breast into his mouth as if to say get a move on, he smiled against her skin, then drew on her nipples again, swirled his tongue around, and even grazed his teeth against them. After a short while, he left her breast, and then dropped kisses down her torso as he moved to lie between her legs. She froze a little and pushed Cody back so she could sit up a little and watch. “Brendan?” He stared into her eyes as his fingers played along the lips of her labia, gently swirling figure eights in the hot desire that pooled there. “I told you that you smelled fucking delicious.” Brendan rasped as he pressed a hot opened mouth kiss to her inner thigh. “Your scent drives my fucking wolf to distraction. I gotta taste you, kitten.” He dropped his head a little farther, never taking his eyes off her. He swept his tongue over her cunt, giving her a long, slow lick. Her mouth opened on a silent o as he pulled his tongue into his mouth. Her flavor burst in his mouth, and what seemed near on impossible only seconds before now became a reality. His dick got harder, and his arousal reached a fever pitch. He pressed two fingers into her pussy, twisting them in and out. He glanced against her G-spot, which sent her hips rising into his hands, but he wasn’t quite ready for that part yet. Lowering his mouth he pressed his tongue inside her and took every drop of her sweet musk into his mouth. Damn she was wet! And from the way her pussy was clenching against his fingers, she was close to coming. “Damn, you look beautiful spread out on our bed, pet,” Cody whispered. Brendan opened his eyes and saw Cody leaning over their mate, looking down over her body. Lucy’s head was thrown back, and her breasts thrust up. When Cody tugged on one rhythmically, more moisture slid over Brendan’s tongue. “Oh God, Brendan, that feels so amazing, I never knew…” They could hear the wonder and excitement in her voice. “I want to taste you two as well. I want to make you feel as amazing as you make me feel.” Brendan’s cock twitched and a shit-eating grin graced his brother’s face. “Well, what my mate wants, she gets! Far be it from me to keep you from getting a taste, pet!” Cody leapt to the head of the bed and knelt next to her head. He spread his knees wide so that his dick was close and lined up perfectly. Lucy reached out a hand, and he groaned as she wrapped it around his cock. “Fuck, pet, you have beautiful hands. Squeeze me, pet. Just a little harder. Yeah! That’s it! That is fucking perfect. Now, take me in your mouth and suck me beautiful.” Lucy leaned forward and disappeared from Brendan’s view, behind his brother’s leg. From the way his brother roared with pleasure and threw his head back, Lucy had obviously followed his instructions. From the way her body released more of her cream, she was enjoying giving him head as much as it appeared he did receiving it. Brendan swirled his tongue against her clit then twisted his fingers to hit the bumpy ridge deep inside her cunt, finding her sweet spot deftly. Lucy lifted her hips and rolled them against his mouth, pressing her pussy harder against his tongue, her garbled scream echoing through the room was matched by his brother’s. Within seconds, Brendan had her hovering on the edge. He sucked the swollen nub of her clit into his mouth and gently squeezed it with his teeth, and she flew.
© MAIA DYLAN, SIREN PUBLISHING, 2015

Five questions for the author Q: What inspired you to write your first book?
A:  I have always been an avid reader.  I am never without a book or two to fill my day, especially as I got older and my career took me around the world giving me plenty of airports and flight time to fill.  I would find myself continually thinking, what if that book ended in a different way?  The next thing you know, on a recent flight and hotel stay, I started writing Lost Faith!


Q:  How much real life do you put into your books?
A: When it comes to my characters, quite a bit!  I have met so many wonderfully strong men and women who have overcome tremendous odds to live full lives and love hard that I often think of them as a character comes to life.  In terms of the locations, they are fictional but VERY real to me, and I hope others find them just as realistic.


Q.  What genre do you like to write and why?
A.  I love everything to do with the paranormal!  I love the idea of shape shifters, and people who have extraordinary gifts.  I am also a firm believer that love comes in all shapes and sizes!  Ménage romances are one of my favorite genre’s to read, and I am really enjoying writing them.  I think I am still finding my way with my writing, but in my world anything is possible, and one of the things I love about writing is that you are only limited by the scope of your own imagination… and my imagination is huge!


Q.  What are you working on at the moment?
A.  Grey River has so many stories to tell, and I am currently working on telling Noah, Chris and Angel’s story in book five of this series.  A few weeks ago, I had this pushy shape shifter nag me until I wrote his story.  His name is Micah and his book is due to be released on May 20.  I am working on his brothers Travis and Cole and their Fire Goddess’ story.


Q.  Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?
A.  If you have read Lost Faith, thank you so very much!  It blows my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope you enjoyed it!  Did you?  Please let me know, I find I suffer from a slight case of needy-nelly with my writing.  If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your alley!

Author bio:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!
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Todays Guest Author - Peri Elizabeth Scott

Peri Elizabeth Scott has a new and steamy historical romance out now! His Rebel Countess is the first in her Challenging the Ton series. Keep reading for excerpts and find out more about the author in her bio.

His Rebel Countess (Challenging the Ton 1)
[BookStrand Historical Romance, HEA]

Oliver Birmingham, Earl of Leith, is an aristocrat—albeit socially minded—and in the market for a bride. Beautiful, intelligent Abigayle Windsor is a commoner, one the Earl is impossibly drawn to, and when he accidentally compromises her, he insists they wed.
Despite her misgivings, Abby agrees to marry Oliver and their honeymoon lays the foundation for a loving, wonderful marriage. But back in London, Oliver is again the Earl, and Abby finds herself adrift and uncertain, unable to fit in, and she garners considerable attention from the gentlemen of the ton.
Frustrated with Abby’s apparent refusal to adapt, and driven wild with jealousy he refuses to acknowledge, Oliver disciplines his bride one fateful night. He then decrees that if she won’t act the part of his Countess, providing him heirs will suffice, and effectively breaks her heart.
Have Oliver’s actions cost him Abby’s love? Or can he leave his father’s influence behind, and make it up to her?

STORY EXCERPT
No matter how she cajoled, Mr. Landbourne wouldn’t be convinced to share anything with her, other than his information was relevant to a bill being discussed in Parliament on the morrow. He insisted it wasn’t for the ears of ladies, no matter if this lady had her husband’s ear as she implied, and Abby’s mood soured by the minute. Her curiosity ran rampant as well.

Thomas brought refreshments—tea and pastries. Nothing stronger to give the impression the small gathering was anything more than innocent. And he left the door wide open, his shadow passing by frequently. Belatedly, Abby came to the conclusion that entertaining Edwin might not have been the best choice. She wished for Oliver to hurry home.

Be careful what you wish for. The ominous words filled her head as the front door opened and closed, loud in the quiet of the house, followed by a murmur of voices. Her husband’s large frame filled the doorway, incredulity a dire mask on his features before he composed them. Abby chilled to the bone in the face of it. “My lady. Landbourne.”

His freezing tone didn’t totally hide the bubbling fury in his voice. Abby intuited that Oliver was in a towering rage such as she’d never witnessed, and instinctively stood to insert herself between him and Edwin, who was also on his feet and babbling anxiously.

“Leave. Now.” Where was the Earl of Leith, that paragon of manners and proper behavior? The Earl of Hauteur? Mr. Landbourne obviously looked for him too, going pale and blinking frantically. His lips flapped but nothing intelligible emerged.

Then this new Oliver set her aside, merely grasping her upper arms and lifting her clear to set her away from them, before bearing down on the inoffensive Edwin. Twisting the youth’s arm up behind his back, Oliver frogmarched him out of the room before her astonished eyes, ignoring his pleas. The sounds of a scuffle diminished, then she distinctly heard the slamming of the entry. Thomas dashed in to widen his eyes at her, and tried to say something, only to retreat, as with a measured tread, Oliver gained the room again and crossed to loom over her. Had he always been so tall?

“What were you thinking?” His intimidating near growl frightened her but also sparked her temper, a faint hint of guilt fueling the fire.

“I beg your pardon?” She too could sound icy and forbidding, having been schooled by some of the best in the ton, and Oliver’s eyes flashed in response.

“Entertaining Edwin Landbourne. When you were unwell, too ill to attend the Dowager Duchess’s ball. The event of the season and one extremely important to my status in Parliament. I would have thought you’d hope to showcase your considerable charms to a wider audience.”

The attack on her reputation was the final straw. She’d had enough. Damn his status. And damn his insinuations. What about their marriage? What about her? If Oliver chose not to hear Mr. Landbourne out then it wasn’t her place to tell him the young man had come to share information perhaps very relevant to tomorrow’s day in Parliament. To her husband’s oh-so-precious duty.

“There is nothing to say. And certainly nothing to defend. I have no interest in those balls and parties and soirees you insist upon. I have no interest in any part of this social life you have thrust me into, using me to further your political interests! That you no longer even share with me! I have no interest in being your wife.”

A horrible stillness settled over Oliver, and the difference in him became even more pronounced. He somehow grew taller, his shoulders wider, and the very flesh on his cheekbones thinned to give him a cruel, finely etched appearance. She barely recognized him. His next words flayed her, delivered in such a silky tone it nearly masked the venom.

 “But you are my wife, Abigayle. My countess. And as my wife you will take my direction and advice and obey me henceforth. Without negotiation. Without complaint or protest, or pay a very dear price for defying me.”

Aghast, she retreated as far as the couch behind her would allow and shook her head. “No. I can’t live like that.”

“Then you leave me no choice.”

Bearing her out of the room with no care to her protests and struggles, he took her to a small room at the end of the hall. Her eye caught the quick movements of the servants and she was mortally embarrassed to be handled in such a way in front of them. What transpired next was something she somehow retreated from in order to deny him further and only consider later when alone again in her room, deposited there by a man she no longer knew, yet was married to and forced to deal with for her lifetime. If only at his time and choosing.

Author Bio!
 
Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She and her husband have a wonderful son, and a houseful of animals. She works part time in private practice as a social worker and child play therapist. Peri has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, and reads everything she can lay her hands on. She has only recently turned to penning contemporary romance, although has published dark erotica under another pen name. 

Also by Peri Elizabeth Scott!

Caleb Younger is certain he will never actually love any woman, having been badly burned in the past because of so-called love. He believes he’s fond of Briana Jeffries, has intense sexual feelings for her, and wants her in his life, but doesn’t love her. When he says as much while amongst their friends, she is both humiliated and devastated, and finally accepts she’s been fooling herself, believing Caleb simply incapable of expressing his deeper emotions. She leaves him to get on with her life, grateful she has a good friend who shelters her during her grief. Finding Briana gone, and his life empty, Caleb faces the truth. He loves Briana more than anything, and resorts to everything to get her back. But Briana’s friend doesn’t want Briana hurt again and conspires to keep the two apart. A series of events and coincidences play out, giving Caleb the opportunity to beg Briana to take him back.


Harrison finds another man, albeit alone, in his girlfriend's bed. He is blinded by instant, jealous rage, influenced by his father’s misogynistic teachings. He won’t listen to Maggie’s explanation.
Harrison's secretary then meddles in his affairs, effectively driving Maggie away with a vengeance. She can’t believe he would stoop so low, but the evidence seems irrefutable. Harrison discovers the secretary's perfidy and tries to remedy the situation, and then he finds out Maggie is pregnant.
Determined to win her back, Harrison does his best to provide and care for her from a distance while trying to insinuate himself back into her life. Maggie is hurt and bewildered, worried Harrison now wants her only because she carries his child. Harrison’s world again spins out of control, and he wonders if he is the best man for Maggie and their child after all! Maggie must then teach Harrison his real worth.


While on vacation, Marcus Paxton rescues Fiona Stewart from the loving ministrations of a large, furry dog. He has never been so drawn to a woman, and for Fiona it is love at first sight. Marcus sweeps her off her feet and they marry.
However, Marcus neglects to mention a condition in his father’s will insisting he marry and produce an heir. When Fiona inadvertently finds out, she is devastated, feeling used and betrayed. She is grateful she has not yet conceived, but a routine doctor’s appointment determines otherwise.
Fiona tries to leave Marcus, but he will not let her go because he loves her. Fiona no longer believes him and is determined to get away. She then has nowhere to go, for her own family members betray her and unite with Marcus. Feeling like chattel, and powerless, Fiona sinks into despair. Marcus must prove his love beyond a doubt, and sets out to win Fiona’s heart all over again.

Bronwyn Campbell is a contract lawyer who mixes business with pleasure when she is assigned to sculptor Aedan MacGregor. Alone in the world, Bronwyn finds herself head over heels in love with the taciturn Scot, and believes he feels the same about her, despite his single-minded focus on his art. Until she overhears a conversation between Aedan and his agents.
Her perception of their relationship is challenged, hearing that while Aedan wants her in his life, it is as his lawyer—with benefits—and nothing long lasting. He doesn't require her in any other way. Falling back into old, learned behavioral responses, Bronwyn withdraws, and takes advantage of a job transfer opportunity while Aedan is overseas. Feeling she doesn't owe him an explanation, and in an effort to salvage some scrap of pride and assuage her broken heart, Bronwyn arranges to move to Atlanta.
But when it comes to eavesdropping, sometimes one doesn't hear everything…

Todays Guest Author - Michelle Roth

Introducing Michelle Roth's latest release - When You Were Mine!
Check out her latest hot release and read saucy excerpts. You can also follow the link below to enter Michelle's competition.
  [Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, spanking, HEA]
When Cora Blanchard said goodbye to Jamie Connolly seven years ago, she knew she'd have to see him again eventually. What she doesn't expect is for all of the old feelings she thought she had let go to come rushing back to the surface. It was as if nothing had changed. Fresh out of a highly publicized train wreck of a relationship, Cora is afraid to trust in those feelings or in herself. She tries to remain friends with him, but she's just fooling herself. There's no way she can be with him and not want more.
The moment that Jamie sees her, he realizes that seven years of silence and two thousand miles haven't changed his feelings. The only thing that has changed is Cora. He sees a sadness in her eyes that was never there before. Just as Jamie is starting to earn her love and her trust, someone threatens to tear them apart forever.


http://www.bookstrand.com/when-you-were-mine


STORY EXCERPT
 He gathered the paint cans and supplies, then moved toward the entrance. As he walked through the main lobby he thought about how he was going to tell Cora. Even more, he thought about the conversation he was going to have with Patty.
He hit the button and waited. When the elevator doors slid open, he was facing one highly surprised Cora. Shit, he thought. This had not gone according to plan.
“Jamie?”
He winced, felt the flush creep up his neck and then said, “So you're never going to believe this incredibly awkward coincidence.”
A cautious look in her eye, she stepped out of the elevator, took in his painting supplies and said, “Try me.”
“Patty. She rented me a vacant office on the second floor. I didn't realize you were here until I called Evan to ask about painting. This isn't nearly as stalker-ish as it seems. I swear to god.”
Cora considered him for a moment and then said, “It's entirely plausible.”
Jamie made a move to lift a hand, paint can and all, and said, “Scouts honor. My decision to rent an office here has nothing to do with you. I was going to drop these off and then text you to warn you. When I talked to Evan about painting, he figured it out. I love 'em, but my family can sometimes be a real pain in the ass.”
“Agreed,” she responded. “But...you weren't a boy scout, were you?”
“Nope. I still had no idea, though. I'm sorry.”
“This has Patty written all over it, Jamie. It's fine,” Cora said, letting him off the hook.
He gave a small sigh of relief, then asked, “Wanna come take a look? Keep in mind, I'm doing some redecorating.”
Cora looked down at her watch and said, “Sure. Let me go drop off this package and I'll be right back.”
Jamie leaned against the bank of elevators, paint bucket and supplies in hand, as he waited for Cora to finish in the mailroom. He shook his head again, still unable to believe Patty. He really couldn't wait to have a conversation with her. At least Cora hadn't freaked out on him.
When he saw her approaching, he pressed the button for the elevator again. After she stepped inside, he moved into the space with her.
As he hit the second floor, she said, “Oh! I bet you're in the office where the holistic doctor was.”
“Yeah, the landlord said it was a doctor's office that left,” Jamie said, a smile pulling at his lips.
He walked down the hallway, and stopped in front of his new office. He set the paint bucket down and dug for his keys. When he unlocked the door, a waft of stale incense and pot met them.
Cora did a slow turn as they stepped inside, then she wrinkled her nose and said, “Seems like maybe they were more into herbal healing. Unless you've picked up a new hobby that I don't know about?”
She turned to face him, her laughter echoing in the empty space around them. In that moment, her hair draped over her shoulder, eyes shining, all traces of sadness were gone. She was absolutely stunning.
He itched to pull her to him, bury his hands in her hair, and press his mouth against hers. He suspected that wouldn't go over well, so instead, he buried his hands in his pocket and grinned.
After a pause, he said, “That hasn't been my thing since college. Nothing to disclose, Dr. Blanchard. What about you?”
“Never tried it. Apparently all I needed to do was come down the hall,” she said with a snort as she wandered into the conference room.
“Yeah. The landlord is tearing out the carpet over the weekend and putting in hardwood. That'll probably get rid of the smell. Plus, I'm going to air it out in here when I paint,” he said.
“Oh, don't tell me you're replacing this beautiful green paint,” Cora said, a smirk pulling at her lips.
His face deadpan, he said, “Don't worry. Just retouching it.”
Her eyes widened as she said, “Please tell me you're kidding.”
“Completely kidding,” he said with a grin. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed the paint sample out, holding it up for her inspection.
Cora visibly relaxed and said, “Warm beige. I can see that. And you said you found cherrywood furniture?”
“I may go with something lighter. I haven't entirely decided.”
“Hardwood? Nice. By the way, in light of recent events, did you just want to order in lunch tomorrow? That way you can get started early tomorrow.”
“Would you mind?” he asked. Cora had always been thoughtful. It was one of the things that he had liked so much about her. She thought about other people in a way that most people didn't.
“It was my idea, Jamie,” she said, drily. “I remember how exciting putting together my office was.”
 “What time did you want to plan for? I'll call in the order.”
He watched her glance down at her watch, saw her eyes widen and heard her mutter, “Crap, crap, crap. I'm gonna be late. I'll check my schedule and text you later. Congrats on the new office!”
Before he could speak, she gave him a quick hug and scurried out of the office past him.
“Bye,” he said to her retreating figure.
 ADULT EXCERPT One cup of coffee later, she rolled out her yoga mat in her living room. As she slid effortlessly from pose to pose, she could feel the stress leaving her body. She continued working through her routine until she felt completely loose. When she finally opened her eyes, she jumped a little in surprise. Jamie stood there, coffee cup in hand, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile.
Putting a hand over her heart, she said, “I didn't realize you were there. You scared me.”
Jamie set the cup of coffee he held onto the dining room table and said, “Tell me you're done with that.”
“I'm done with that,” Cora said, wiping a towel over her brow and wresting the ponytail holder out of her hair. As she shook her hair free, she let out a sigh of relief.
“That was,” Jamie said as he walked toward her, “twenty minutes of pure torture, watching that, baby. I had no idea you were that flexible.”
Jamie stood in front of her now, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest. She said, “I didn't even realize you were watching.”
His hand moved up to slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. As he lowered his mouth to her skin, he said, “I couldn't help it. That was so fucking sexy.”
Cora tilted her head to the side as his teeth grazed her shoulder. Goose bumps raised on her arms when he cupped her breast through the cotton tank and began to rub his thumb lightly over her nipple. The light touches of his fingers and the barest hint of teeth were driving her absolutely crazy.
“Jamie,” she moaned, when she felt the nip of his teeth against her neck.
He lifted his mouth from her shoulder and tugged her tank top over her head without ceremony. When the cool air swept over her, a fresh wave of goose bumps rose on her skin. She took a final step forward, so that they were pressed together, and pulled his mouth down to hers.
As one kiss melded into another, she let her hands roam the muscles of his back and chest, her nails dragging across his skin. When she finally slipped the waistband of his boxers down and began to stroke him, he said, “Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on my cock.”
Cora slowed the speed of her hand and began to kiss her way down his chest, stopping along the way to run her lips and tongue along the ridges of his stomach. As she settled on to her knees, she asked, “But what about the feel of my mouth on your cock?”
She continued to stroke with one hand as she leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his erection. Licking along the length of it, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head, before she took him fully into her mouth.
One of the hands that had been hanging loosely at his side immediately slid into her hair, gripping it tightly. Cora whimpered around his cock as she felt a flood of arousal between her thighs. She hadn't thought she'd enjoy the slight edge of pain, but the fact that she was dripping with arousal, said otherwise.
Jamie began to rock his hips, thrusting into her mouth. When his hand tightened in her hair, she moaned around him and pressed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate some the throbbing ache.
When she shifted again, and whimpered around his thick cock, Jamie asked, “Is sucking my cock turning you on, Cora? Why don't you play with that pretty pussy for me? Slide those shorts down if you can.”
Cora only hesitated a moment before she moved her hands to slide her shorts down. Once they were at her knees, she wiggled slightly so she wasn't trapped in them.
“That's it,” Jamie groaned. “Spread your thighs, sweetheart. I want to see. Show me how wet you are.”
Needy, Cora dipped her hand between her thighs and held it up. It glistened with her cream.
“Fuck, baby. You're soaked. Rub your clit for me. I wanna see you fall apart.”
Cora moved one hand back up to stroke along his length and slid the other between her thighs. Pressing two fingers inside her aching cunt, she began to rock against her hand as he fucked her mouth. She ground herself against her palm, desperate for any sort of friction on her aching clit.
She wanted to see him lose control. She wanted him feeling as wild and needy as she was. Cora knew just how to make that happen. Moving her hand from around his length, she relaxed her jaw, taking him even deeper into her mouth.
When he nudged the back of her throat, Jamie ground out, “Sweet fucking christ. Just like that.”
As the beginnings of release started, she whimpered around his cock. She shifted her hand and now rubbed tight circles around her throbbing clit. The ache only intensified.
Almost lightheaded, she reached underneath, lightly massaging his balls. When he gritted out, “Oh, fuck. Like that,” and gave her hair another rough tug, she cried out around his cock, release barreling through her like a freight train.
Seconds later he said, “Oh christ, baby. I'm gonna come,” as he erupted in her mouth.
Cora felt the hot liquid hit the back of her throat and continued to swallow until the grip on her hair had loosened slightly. Her body throbbed with release in time with his, but it wasn't nearly enough. Something about this man made her all but insatiable.

 
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Read an excerpt from Just a Taste [Merricks, Montana 4]

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“Hey, babe.” His warm breath tickled the back of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. “I’m sorry. I meant to call over earlier, but I got held up.”

His deep voice rumbled in her ear and sent shock waves straight through her body to settle in her sex. She slowly turned to face him, her back pressed against the counter behind her. There was only inches separating them and he dwarfed her with his large size.

She wondered if it was deliberate on his part, knowing how he affected her up this close. As tall as he was, she stared at his bulky chest and her fingers itched to reach forward and touch it. She resisted just barely and looked up into his amused face.

“That’s all right,” she told him. “I had forgotten you were coming. It’s been such a busy day.”

“You are a very bad liar, sweetheart,” he replied, causing her to frown.

“And how can you be so sure?” she asked, arching an eyebrow in question.

“Because,” he told her, reaching out and grabbing her hips in his big hands. “I know you wanted to see me every bit as much as I wanted to see you.”

Hawk lowered his mouth closer to her and she tilted her head, sure that he was going to kiss her. She inhaled when their breaths mingled and closed her eyes, shifting in his hands, her lower body rubbing against his.

She let the anticipation flow through her body. She wanted Hawk’s kiss. She had waited so long and hoped that one day at least he would make a move. She knew that Wolf wasn’t interested and they came as a packaged deal, but she had hoped and dreamed of this moment since she had first laid eyes on him.

“Hawk, you back there?” Wolf’s deep voice broke through her haze. Hawk stepped back and released her. She swayed and grabbed on to the bench and she was pulled back to reality.

“Yeah,” Hawk replied. “I’m in the kitchen with Emily.”

Emily and Hawk stared at each other, as Wolf walked into the room from the front. She hadn’t even heard the bell go over the door, so caught up in Hawk. Her chest aching at the lost moment, she knew she would never get another chance. She could see it reflected in Hawk’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” Wolf asked, and Emily cut her eyes to him. He looked back at them and she knew that he suspected something had been going on. Not that she had anything to hide. She had always been honest in her interest in them both. She wasn’t sure where Hawk stood, especially now that they had almost kissed.

“Nothing,” she replied, and that was the truth. Nothing had happened, thanks to Wolf’s horrible timing. “We were just about to go over your order for next week.”

“Good,” Wolf said, but he was looking at Hawk when he said it. “Let’s get started.”

Emily tried not to feel disappointed, but it was hard. She knew that Hawk was interested in her. The tension between them had been building for months. He had been only holding back because of Wolf.

Hawk had told her that Wolf was a complicated man and had issues he needed to work through, but she wasn’t sure what that meant and they had never discussed it again. She wasn’t giving up hope though. Emily wanted Wolf, despite his dark and broody attitude, every bit as much as she wanted Hawk.

“I was thinking,” she told them. “Because of the number of people you are expecting that you should stick to finger food.”

“You think or you know?” Wolf asked. His dark eyes bore into hers, but she refused to be intimidated. Food was her area of expertise.

“I know,” she replied, staring back at him and meeting his gaze head-on. When Wolf nodded, she turned back to her paper before continuing. “In that case, I have a number of pastries for you to try.”
 
Emily moved to the cool room and pulled out the box of samples she had made to show Hawk.

Disappointed that Wolf had crashed her meeting with Hawk, but excited to spend time with him and show him what she could do, she battled internally with her warring emotions.

She put the box on the bench and grabbed a plate and knife. She decided to start with her savory collection and then move onto her sweet. She wanted to take them on a journey with her food and impress them with her skills.

In the kitchen, that was. She didn’t really have any skills outside the kitchen. Her experience with men was limited. It was hard to date with three brothers threating to break the bones of any man that came near her.

She wasn’t a virgin though. Emily had managed to slip a few men under their radar when she was away doing her apprenticeship. Nothing had come from those few dalliances, and she had to admit that they weren’t anything to write home about either.

“This one is savory,” she told them, pulling the small delicacy from the box and cutting it in half, one for each of the men. “It’s a spinach and feta quiche.”

Putting the pastry in his mouth, Emily heard Hawk groan and had to suppress a smile. Wolf was harder to read. He ate the quiche never taking his eyes of hers, his expression neutral.

“Delicious,” Hawk told her. “What else have you got in that little box?”
 
Emily pulled another delight from her box and cut it in half.

“This is a salmon crepe,” she said. “Then I have a curry samosa.”

“You are amazing,” Hawk said. “That last one was my favorite so far.”

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Hawk looked at Emily as she took in the sight of him and Wolf naked before her. Her mouth fell open and Hawk wondered at how many naked men she had seen before. He was happy that it didn’t seem to be many, and that she was impressed with the sight before her.

He would let her explore every inch of his body until she became used to him naked, but that would have to wait. They had plans for her, ones that didn’t include her coming off that wall until all three of them had found fulfillment.

Wolf unhooked the showerhead from the wall and turned it on. It was time to bring their sub to her first orgasm, and it would be quick and powerful. The pressure on those showerheads was impressive, and when turned to the massage cycle, a thick stream of water would shoot out.

“You may make noise, kitten,” Wolf said. “In fact I demand it.”

Hawk watched as Wolf moved closer and rain the spray over her body. He lingered on her plump breasts and under her sensitive armpits before he moved further down her body.

“Eyes on me,” Wolf said, and Emily lifted her eyes to meet Wolf’s stern gaze. Wolf switched the stream to massage and the water thickened from the light spray to the thundering stream.

“You will enjoy this, babe,” Hawk told her as Wolf moved it into position right over her swollen clit.
“Shit,” she cried, closing her eyes and banging her head on the tile behind her. She closed her legs and Wolf chuckled.
 
“Hawk,” he said. “Go and grab some cuffs for her legs. It will make it easier for her.”

Hawk rushed back to the cabinet and grabbed more cuffs. He was back in a jiffy and had them attached around her ankles.

“Open your legs, babe,” he said and waited for her to comply. He delivered a loud slap to her inner thigh when she didn’t move quickly enough to suit him, and it got her moving faster.

She threw her legs wide and Hawk attached the cuffs to the wall. She was spread eagle against the tile, and short of using her safe word there was nothing she could do. Hawk’s cock hardened at the thrill of the power they wielded. She was at their mercy and it turned him on.

He had waited so long for Emily to finally be under his dominance, and now that she was here he wanted relish the moment and savor it. He was still unsure where Wolf’s mind was, and the way he was running hot and cold, it could be a one-night thing. He needed to make the most of it and prove to Wolf that she was just what they needed.

“Let’s try that again,” Wolf said, and he placed the water flow back over Emily’s delicate folds. She cried and wiggled in her bonds, but the cuffs held. Wolf tortured her clit with the water, bringing her closer and closer to her release.

Her chest rose and fell as her excitement grew causing her breasts to jiggle up and down and sway with her movements. When Hawk reached out and pinched her nipples between his thumb and fingers, Emily’s cry of pleasure echoed around the tiled room.

“That’s it, kitten,” Wolf said. “Show us how much you enjoy what we do to your body.”
 
“Please,” she cried. “I’m so close. I need…I need…”

“We know what you need, babe,” Hawk said, and he took one of her hard nubs between his lips and suckled. He switched back and forth, alternating between her nipples and driving her crazy with need.

“Come for us,” Wolf said, and he placed the water flow directly over her clit once more. Hawk bit down on her hard bud and Emily squealed as her whole body shook with the force of her release.

“God yes,” she screamed as Wolf manipulated her pussy with the water and Hawk gently fondled her breast, slowly bringing her down form her orgasm and soothing her body.

She was so magnificent when she came, Hawk had almost lost his seed all over her stomach just from watching. She was amazing and everything he wanted in a woman and sub. If only Wolf could see things the way he did.

His cocked throbbed and demanded that he take Emily while she was pinned against the wall, but he needed to play tonight right, and to do that he wanted Wolf to be the first to fuck their sub. It was his right as the more dominant partner.

Hawk moved away and went to retrieve a couple of condoms from the cabinet. He came back and passed one to Wolf and watched as he tore open the packet and rolled it down his hard length.

Emily was watching them through hooded eyes and Hawk thought that she never looked sexier. Her body was flushed pink, her nipples were hard buds, and her pussy was swollen and puffy.

“I’m going to take you now, kitten,” Wolf said. “Understand that once I have made you mine there is no turning back for either of us. That is it. You will belong to Hawk and me from this moment forward.”

Hawk knew his mouth had fallen open at Wolf’s speech, but a few hours ago Wolf had wanted nothing to do with the woman, and now he was staking a claim and Hawk was scrambling to catch up.

“Close your mouth, Hawk,” Wolf told him. “This is what you wanted all along.”

“Yes,” Hawk replied. “I just didn’t know it was happening now.”

“Get used to it,” Wolf said and turned back to Emily. “What color are you?”

“Green, Sir,” she answered. “Definitely green.”

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“Why do you keep doing that?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at Pherson. He kept grabbing her wrist and holding his fingers over her pulse. It was annoying and Jean wanted him to stop doing it.“I’m checking your pulse rate,” he replied. “It is beating too fast and I want to keep an eye on it.”“There are more interesting places to take my pulse,” she told him, lolling her head back. She pushed against him and tried to rub her ass against the middle of his thighs, but when she did, she moved her foot and pain shot through her ankle and up her leg.“Ow,” she cried. “That really hurt.”“Try to be still, lass,” Logan said. “We are just about to touchdown.”“I hate pain,” she told them, and it was true. She had always been a sook when it came to hurting herself. She had a really low pain tolerance and wasn’t afraid to admit it.The helicopter landed with a small bump and the sliding door was pulled open by a man wearing scrubs. He had a gurney behind him and two more scrub-wearing men waiting for her.“Don’t move her,” Logan said. “I’ll lift her onto the gurney.”“Whatever, man,” the scrub-wearing guy said. “Make it quick. It’s freezing up here.”Jean braced herself as Logan scooped her up into his arms. He carefully backed out of the helicopter and walked towards the gurney. The wind from the blades whipped her hair around and the cold hit her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to his warm body.“I suppose this is goodbye, then,” she said. Jean was sure that they wouldn’t come into the hospital with her no matter how much she wanted them to. They had jobs and lives and probably had girlfriends, too.“You can’t get rid of us that easy,” he said, smiling down at her. Jean felt her heart race more and she almost felt giddy.Pherson jumped down from the helicopter and slide the door shut behind him. Once Logan had her placed on the gurney, she untangled her arms and they raced away from the chopper and its blades.When they burst through the hospital doors, she was surrounded by warmth and the smells of the clean hospital. She had always hated hospitals. The smell reminded her of sickness and death.It wasn’t a nice thing to feel and she always felt guilty. Doctors and nurses tried hard to save people and make them better, and she knew things would be much worse without them, but there was something about the whole place that made her want to leave as soon as she entered.Maybe it was some childhood experience that she didn’t remember, or maybe she just hated hospitals the way people hated crowds, no real valid reason, they just did.They quickly went down a corridor and into an elevator before entering another corridor and followed it through a maze of other corridors. When they finally reached emergency, the gurney was pushed into an empty bay and the three men turned and left.Jean looked up at Logan and Pherson standing by the bed. She wanted to say something, but words weren’t connecting with her brain any longer. She was fatigued and in pain and nearly past the point of holding it all together. She wanted to ball, but not in front of her two rescuers.“The doctor will be here soon, sweetheart,” Logan said, and all she could do was nod.As if on cue, a young female doctor walked into the bay and pulled the curtain closed behind her. Jean watched as she looked at her file and then over at Logan and Pherson.“Which one of you filled out the paperwork?” she asked.“I did,” Logan replied.“You haven’t written her name or age or anything,” she snapped. Jean wanted to snap at her to leave her men alone, but when she tried, nothing came out.“I don’t know her name,” he replied cordially. “She wouldn’t tell me. All the important info is there.”“Fine,” she said. “You may leave.”The doctor dismissed them and Jean felt a moment of panic. She didn’t want them to go anywhere, she was sure she still needed them. She just couldn’t think for what.“We go nowhere,” Pherson said. His voice was low and dangerous and it made Jean happy. Take that, doctor bitch, she thought.The woman looked at them, but didn’t argue as she went about her business. She looked at Jean’s ankle and started to gently undo the bandage. Jean sucked in a breath as pain shot through her leg.“You’re hurting her,” Pherson snapped. “Be careful.”“I’m sorry,” the doctor replied. “I am being as gentle as I can, but there is no real way to inspect the injury without touching her. I will give her some more pain relief.”Jean wanted to argue. She was doped up enough. The doctor gave her another injection and she mumbled in protest. She didn’t like the sick feeling the drug gave her and hated not being in control of her body.She felt her eyes drifting shut as the drugs took effect. She knew she had to tell them something, and it was on the tip of her tongue. She was having such trouble keeping her thoughts together and then it hit her.“Jean,” she said. “My name is Jean.” And she was out.
ADULT EXCERPT
Pherson pulled and tugged on Jean’s nipples and ground his hard length against her back. She was such a passionate little thing and so responsive to their touch.Logan was kissing her with a passion he had never seen coming from his older brother. He drank from Jean’s lips like a man possessed, dominating and using her lips for their mutual pleasure.Pherson stripped the rest of the shirt from her body, leaving her in her panties. She had been unable to put on pants because of her cast, which only made his job easier when trying to get her naked. Her cast was going to be a challenge. The brothers didn’t want to hurt her by bumping her broken ankle.Pherson grabbed the side of her flimsy little panties and ripped them from her body, drawing a sharp breath from her and causing her to break the kiss with Logan.“What? Err…” she stammered. “Oh, I…Pherson!”He didn’t reply to her outraged spluttering and gently scooped her up into his arm, carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, he stood back to admire her naked form. The cast made him growl deep in his throat. He hated to see her injured and wanted to take away her pain.“Did you just growl?” Jean asked, trying to cover her naked body with her hands. He reached down and snatched her hands away from her body.“Don’t hide yourself from us, hen,” he told her. “You are beautiful and we want to see all of you.”“He does that,” Logan added. “You’ll get used to it.”Pherson gently pulled her legs apart, moving her cast leg aside with care and exposing her sex to their gaze. Her pink lips were covered in her juices and her clit shone as it peaked out from its hood. She had very little hair, just a small reddish brown landing strip, and Pherson felt himself growling once more. Only this time it wasn’t in anger, but with lust.Pherson felt his control slipping with his woman laid out like a sexual buffet before him. He pulled the clothes from his body and saw his brother doing the same beside him.“Fuck, hen,” he said, falling onto the bed between her legs. “You are so sexy. I can’t wait to taste you.” His face was inched from her pussy and he sucked in a deep breath, taking her scent into his lungs. She smelt sweet and musky, and uniquely Jean.Pherson watched as a now very naked Logan slipped onto the bed beside Jean and she looked over his form. Her eyes lingered on his hard cock and he smiled as her mouth fell open.“Like what you see, lass?” Logan asked her. Pherson saw her gulp, her eyes darting back and forth between Logan’s face and then back to his firm length.“I…um…it’s huge,” she said, causing them both to chuckle. They were both stupidly proud of the size of their large cocks.“Don’t worry,” Pherson said. “We were made for you. It’ll fit.”If she was confused by his comment, she didn’t say, just continued to stare at Logan in fascination.Pherson had been patient long enough. Dipping his head, Pherson swiped his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the tip, circling her clit and making her jump.“Sweet heavens,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”Pherson dived in, sucking her dewy pearl into his mouth and running the flat of his tongue over it again and again.Logan moved forward and took her mouth once more. He cupped her mounds, playing with her nipples while Pherson paid homage to her sweet pussy. Jean withered and moaned beneath them and Pherson knew she was close to orgasm.He wanted to give that to her. He wanted to be the man that drove her mad with desire and need. He wanted her to depend on them for her needs, sexual and otherwise, and crave only what they could give her.“Oh god, yes, oh yes, right there.”Jean was so close, Pherson decided he wouldn’t make her wait. He thrust his finger into her wet and waiting channel and bit down gently on her swollen clit at the same time. Jean screamed her release, her high-pitched wail piecing his ear drums as her first orgasm with them swept through her body.Pherson felt her channel squeeze and pulse against his fingers. She lifted her hips up and rode out her release as he gently thrust into her. She was amazingly responsive to their touch and Pherson wanted to be the one to please her always.“Beautiful,” Logan said, sucking her nipple into his mouth.“That was amazing,” Jean said.“It’s not over yet, hen,” Pherson told her.Logan shifted back to make room for Pherson as he moved up her body to loom over her smaller form and settle between her creamy thighs.