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April 2, 2013
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March 30, 2013
Excerpt: Date With Destiny (Pleasure Cruise II) by Michelle M Pillow & Mandy M Roth
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Academically-minded, uptight Anna only agreed to go on Date with Destiny, a campy game show, because she wanted to win an SUV. She never dreamed that accidentally selecting the wrong prize would land her on a cruise ship full of supernaturals. At least she’s bringing someone along for the ride—her best friend Winter, a kooky free spirit with a penchant for mischief.
Andre and Christian, were-panthers and twin brothers, are polar opposites as far as personalities go. One views life as a party, the other is entirely too serious. But once they meet their intended mates, this night-and-day duo can finally agree on one thing—Anna and Winter will be theirs and theirs alone before they get back to shore.
The Powers That Be have ensured none of them will get off the ship until the two couples are mated. But as the brothers quickly realize, these human females mean to challenge them every erotically-charged step of the way.
Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence
This book was previously published. It has been revised and revisited for this second edition.
EXCERPT
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An Excerpt From: Date with Destiny
Copyright © MICHELLE M. PILLOW AND MANDY M. ROTH
“Don’t you read the news, Winter? Do you know what kind of diseases are on cruise ships? They’re like floating viruses, breeding grounds for any sickness you could imagine. My goodness, if they don’t kill you with communicable diseases transmitted from person to person, the food will get you. I shudder to think how many forms of hepatitis could be contracted on this thing. Don’t even get me started on restaurants at each port. You never know…
Winter rolled her eyes behind Anna’s designer-suit-clad back and mimicked her talking. Her friend hadn’t shut up about the cruise since she’d won it on the game show. Looking at the giant ship at port, along the Texas coastline, she didn’t see Anna’s floating virus. She saw a portal to fun. The blue ocean and warm, salty air beckoned them out to sea. Though they would sail around the Caribbean, the ship schedule didn’t show them docking at any island ports—or so Anna said as Winter didn’t live her life by adhering to schedules. Instead they would be trapped, adrift in paradise with nothing but the waves and, if her tea-leaf reading held true, scores of single, hot men. Could anything be more romantic?
Hearing Anna’s loud, grumpy sigh, Winter said, “Everything happens for a reason. Why not have a little faith in the master plan? Maybe this cruise is your destiny.”
“No,” Anna said, matter-of-factly. “My date with destiny was a brand-new black SUV with brown leather interior and all the add-on features. Oh, and the complimentary Jet Ski to pull behind it. Not some floating deathtrap and a week of debauchery.”
“You’re planning on debau—on getting laid?” Winter arched a brow, hopeful her friend was finally ready to take a walk on the wild side of life. “By something that’s not mechanical or requires batteries? Maybe you’re right,” she reached for Anna’s forehead, “maybe you already contracted something.”
* * * * *
Christian sighed, leaning forward as he peered into the suite’s oval bathroom mirror. Combing his long brown hair back from his face, he pulled it into a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. Not a hair was out of place when he finished. He had personal grooming down to a science.
He wore nothing but a towel wrapped neatly around his firm waist. His bare feet absently tapped on the floor as Andre started on his next ’80s tune. His twin really wasn’t a bad singer, if he’d just stop butchering the lyrics.
Suddenly the shower turned off and Andre hopped out, glistening wet as he strummed an air guitar and flicked his tongue in and out. Christian’s brow rose as he tried not to watch Andre’s one-man show. Though the event was oddly like a car crash—as much as one didn’t want to look at it, the compulsion to do so trumped all restraints.
Andre didn’t even seem to notice he had an audience, that or he just didn’t care. Still humming softly, he grabbed a towel off the wall and haphazardly dried his hair then his body, not caring that he missed a few spots.
“Hey, let me get in here,” Andre said, dropping his damp towel on the floor and reaching toward the neatly organized sink. He knocked down a bottle of cologne while grabbing the mousse. Squirting some hair product on his hand, he continued humming as he dropped the can in the sink. As Andre moussed his hair, combing the messy length only with his fingers, Christian picked up the fallen bottles. “Oh yeah, thanks, I need that.”
“You have a bathroom in your own cabin.”
“Oh, I know. But I sort of forgot to bring my toiletry bag. I don’t have anything but my toothbrush next door. Well, that and my clothes of course.”
“I gave you a list of what to pack.”
“Yeah, and when I was out the other night, I ran into this foxy gal and needed something to give her my number with.” Andre smiled. “It worked great, thanks.”
Christian didn’t dignify the comment with a response. He sighed as Andre grabbed his cologne and put it on, not bothering to recap it when he was done. Picking up after Andre as his brother strode from the bathroom naked he mumbled, “Just like home.”
Andre ignored his grumbling brother and headed to his cabin in order to dress. Christian spent too much time being perfect. Andre was just the opposite. He liked music, movies, making an artistic mess and a well-written novel, especially the ones that had loads of steamy sex poured on each page. Who wanted to have an intellectual conversation when you could lie on your back and just let your mind drift aimlessly? Or watch the latest hottie ride you as her tits bounced in your face.
Ah, this is the life…or at least it was, for soon I’ll be a married man.
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March 29, 2013
What prequel would you want and why…
Daughter of Darkness, Wicked Lucidity, Immortal Ops, Gypsy Nights, Zodiac Series, Project Exorcism, Prospect Springs Shifters…. if you could get a short prequel to just one of these series, which would it be and why? Am considering adding this to my schedule as a possible freebie gift on my website.
March 28, 2013
Do you love 50 Shades of Grey? You might like…
Executive Decision by Mandy M Roth (Contemporary Erotic Romance Novel)
The bright lights of the big city called to Liz Rogers. Her best friend and almost roommate, Dale, helped her make the transition from small town girl to big time ad executive. They work together and nearly live together. For eight years he’s been her rock, her sounding board. As Liz starts breaking off one workplace relationship, another one—that has been brewing since the first day she arrived in New York, blossoms—leaving her confused and concerned. She’d been burned once by love and isn’t willing to risk her heart again, especially not to a man who was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Dale Corbins has been in love with Liz from the moment he laid eyes on her. He knows time is running out, that one of these days she’s going to come home and tell him she’s fallen for someone else. When he finds out she’s been sleeping with their boss, he decides it’s time to take matters into his own hands. Unfortunately, winning Liz’s heart isn’t an easy game to play. It will take more than romantic gestures and sweet nothings to get the woman he loves. Thankfully, he’s a very persistent man. But is this a game even he can’t win?
Warning: This book contains a quick tempered heroine, a uber hot leading man, toe-curling sex and people who aren’t afraid to speak their mind, regardless the language used. (Must be 18 years or older to read)
Available at all major ebook vendors!
Reviews:
5 Hearts–Ms. Roth knows how to amaze readers with stunningly arousing and sensual love scenes. These two set the sheets, or I guess I should say the bathroom floor, on fire. The scenes are pretty explicit and in your face, but completely on fire. This story will have you laughing, upset, stressed-out, confused, and feeling loved right along with the characters. The emotions in Executive Decision are so realistic that it feels like you are one of the characters and are going through the story yourself. –The Romance Studio
“Through a lot of bad timing, miscommunication and comedic mishaps, I was laughing, fuming and smiling through this entire story. “~ Joyfully Reviewed
“I found it to be very realistic about two colleagues who go through an emotional rollercoaster journey in their path to true love. Ms. Roth pulls it off with aplomb, concentrating more on the romance than any peripheral issues that may distract from the story. ” ~ JERR Reviews
Excerpt (Must be 18 or older to read)
Chapter One
“Becker’s profits are falling at an alarming rate. Let’s just say that it’s bad enough they’ve decided to outsource the marketing to another firm—hopefully us. People, this is our chance. Opportunities like this don’t fall from trees. This could be the deal of a lifetime. What team wants to tackle this one? Simthe, your team’s loaded down enough with the Flickerton account. I can’t spare you. How about you, Rogers, Jacks, or Walters?”
Tapping my ball point pen on the edge of the cherry table, I barely noticed the buzz of the week’s staff meeting in my ear. The majority of it was always a recap anyway and the first time around with it bored me to tears. Subjecting myself to it twice was insane. Instead, thoughts of my weekend plans ran through my head. It had been close to five months since I’d been out on the town with the girls and my withdrawal was now full-blown. One of my best friends, Lauren, was convinced that my employer, Baum Marketing, was holding me hostage. She’d threatened twice to send in the marines if I didn’t get a day off soon. In my current state of mind, I’d let her.
Besides, a room full of uniformed, armed men who had been trained to use their bodies as weapons couldn’t be that bad, right?
I understood where Lauren was coming from. It wasn’t like I was purposely avoiding her. I needed a break too but accounts were up. Striking while the iron’s hot is a must in the world of marketing. And the iron had been hot for months now. Seeing any sort of out of the workplace activities would be a pleasant welcome to staring at the same four, pale grey, walls another minute. Just a week ago I’d found myself holding an interior decorators card in my hand wondering what my boss would say if I spruced my office up and brought my bed in.
He probably wouldn’t care much for that. Then again, the bed might be a welcome change from his hard desk. My luck, a fellow employee would walk in on us and I’d either end up in a workplace orgy or the butt of even more jokes.
Work had become all consuming and as much as I loved what I did, I enjoyed a social life too. Or at least I think it was called a social life. If memory served it was one of those things where you go out with your friends and enjoy yourself. The idea was fast becoming foreign to me.
“Elizabeth?”
Hearing my name, I looked up from my mindless task to find the entire boardroom full of people staring at me. It is always so wonderful to find myself on the receiving end of ten pairs of questioning eyes. The next worst thing would be having a piece of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my black suede Alisonia pumps. As sexy as that sounded, it just isn’t what I think the designer had in mind to pair them with.
This fall’s latest craze—three sheets instead of two. Not.
“Elizabeth, are you okay?”
I glanced towards the head of the firm, Charles Baum and forced a smile onto my face.
Smile pretty and pretend you were following along. It might work.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Baum, you were saying?”
Charles adjusted his diagonally striped silk tie while he avoided looking at me and cleared his throat. The navy in his suit brought out his light blue eyes, making him look younger than he really was. At forty-five he was prime pickings. He still had a full head of natural hair that he wore short in the back and on the sides but let spike about a half inch up on top. Granted, where it once had been varying shades of light brown, it was now laced with white as well. In my opinion it gave him more character as did the tiny lines around his eyes. But having always liked older men, I was biased.
Women flocked to Charles and he adored the attention. He also enjoyed the thrill of the pursuit. I figured that out from the moment I started working for him. My normal standoffishness suited me well when it came to him. For years I resisted his advances, the entire time secretly wanting to sample what he had to offer. Now, I almost regretted not giving in sooner.
“If everyone would please excuse us,” Charles said, his tone dry, warning.
I stood, collected my paperwork and went to leave. If he wanted to cut the meeting short it was fine by me. That just meant I’d be heading home an hour earlier—for once.
“Not you, Elizabeth.”
Oh, yippee. Apparently, smiling pretty and hoping for the best didn’t work. I should have tried unbuttoning a button or two. Perhaps my cleavage could have won me safe passage.
Charles was polite enough to wait until the oversized oak doors to the boardroom were closed before giving me his famous “you are in for it” look. “Elizabeth, what in the hell is going on with you lately?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“You’ve been walking around half-here and half-not. Your head certainly isn’t in the game. And the moment someone points it out to you, you snap. Did you know that two of your interns asked to be moved off your team? I have never had one request a transfer before, let alone two at the same time.”
My jaw dropped. There was no possible way I’d chased two interns off my team. When I found out which sniveling, whiny, little nineteen-year-old went to Charles, I’d wring their necks.
“Have you anything to offer, honey?”
I narrowed my gaze on him, letting it go hard. “Don’t call me honey when you’re implying I’m being the wicked bitch of the west branch.”
Working his tie off, he walked towards me. The instant he started on the baby-blue and navy cross-hatched shirt beneath it, I knew what he wanted. And it wasn’t to reprimand me for my behavior. Oh, there might be some light spankings involved, but they were ones I’d certainly enjoy. “Elizabeth, would I ever call you a bitch?”
“You called me one twice last night.”
The smile that ran over his face could melt almost anyone, even me. “Now, honey, I think we both know why I said that.” He walked over to me, placed his well manicured hands on my hips and pulled me to him. “You didn’t seem to mind me calling you that when you were bent on your hands and knees. Bedroom play aside, I respect your work too much to think ill of you. You’ve put out some amazing promotions and you’re our youngest team leader.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” It did, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. Knowing he’d squirm was much more fun.
“No. It’s supposed to keep me out of the doghouse.”
“Don’t you mean, keep you out of your own house?”
It was no secret. Charles had a live-in girlfriend that he’d never gotten around to breaking up with. No part of me believed he ever would. Belinda spent a great deal of her time away for photo shoots and fashion shows. The processed blonde woman was model material for sure but spent her time behind the scenes as a “hands on” agent. She prided herself on how tight of a hold she had on Charles. If she only knew.
At no point did I enter into a sexual arrangement with Charles under the pretense I could change his wicked ways. Charles wasn’t a man to make a commitment and that was fine. I wasn’t fond of the idea myself. No part of me wanted to settle down and spend my life in some cookie cutter suburb anyway. A set of pearls and an apron didn’t just turn me off—they scared the living hell out of me.
Visions of turning into my mother plagued me every time a man wanted more. Being married to someone who was as screwed up as me when it came to relationships would only lead to disaster. Finding a man who was the complete opposite of me wouldn’t be any better. Hell, he’d head for the hills before the honeymoon was over.
No thanks. I’ll pass.
“Mmm, I like this,” Charles murmured, pulling my white georgette blouse out of the top of my short grey and black patterned skirt. “Tell me you have the little lace bra on. You know, the one with the matching crotchless panties and I might forgive your behavior at work lately. I should warn you that if you are wearing those, you will be good and thoroughly fucked before you set foot out of this room. And don’t think I’m joking. I’ve had dreams about you spread out on this very table, with your hair fanned out around you, your skirt up over your waist … mmm, I’m sure you get the picture.”
Apparently not as clearly as he did.
I held my grin back as best I could. Charles’ dream sounded more than fun to me. The urge to climb onto the table and spread myself wide for him was great. Somehow, I held back. That could be an after work hours game. Besides, we’d already decided to tone back our ‘little sessions’ and acting that fantasy out was far from restraining ourselves.
“Sorry. As much as I’d love to be off the hook with you, I opted for underwear with a crotch. Better luck next time.”
Not wasting any time, Charles reached around me, grabbed my butt and gave it a good squeeze. “Elizabeth, you scared me. For a minute there I thought you’d changed your thong wearing ways. Don’t do that to me. My heart isn’t what it used to be.”
“The way you carry on in the bedroom you’d still want me even if I wore a paper bag and there’s not a damn thing wrong with your heart. You’re ego is a bit on the over inflated side, but there’s really no cure for that.”
Charles laughed, and I couldn’t help but to move closer to him. “You’ve got me figured out.”
“I’d like to think so.”
“Do you know what I’m thinking as I stand here looking at those sexy legs of yours?”
A knowing looked passed over my face. “My guess is how nice they are wrapped around your waist.”
“Close.”
The look in his eyes told me just how close I really was. He’d always been a sucker for my height. At five-nine barefoot, Charles’ mouth was in kissing distance while standing. Almost being as tall as he was had other advantages. We could have sex standing up, a feat many missed out on.
He pulled a strand of my dark hair up and began twirling it around his finger. “I love this too, you.”
No surprise. Charles was a sucker for women with long hair. With hair that bordered on black, I was the opposite of what he had at home. Often, Charles would make tiny comments about how blue my eyes were compared to Belinda’s. The last thing I wanted or needed was to be an unwilling party in a “who is better than whom” contest so I tended not to comment.
“Elizabeth, you could get a man to give up anything to be with you with just one look.”
Charles was always one to say sweet things but never one to go this overboard. Maybe he was finally going to tie the knot with Belinda and thought I’d take the news hard. I’d feel bad for him, shackling himself to a manipulative bitch, but I’d be fine.
“Something you want to tell me?”
“Only that I can’t stop thinking about having those full lips wrapped around my—”
Putting a hand on his chest, I interrupted him. “Whoa Don Juan, laying it on a bit thick there aren’t you?”
“Am I?”
“Ask a question, get a question. Ah, Charlie, you know that’s my absolute favorite game to play.”
Something flashed in his blue eyes as he leaned into me. “Nice try, but you’re sexy when you’re annoyed too.”
“Then I should run for Ms. America. The swimsuit competition alone would put me in a lovely mood. I mean with all those judges rating on how well my ass looks in bloomer style bottoms just makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.”
Charles planted a tiny kiss on the tip of my nose and chuckled. “Are you still going out this evening?”
Seeing where this was headed, I decided to stop the jealous outburst in its tracks. “Are you still going home to Belinda tonight?”
He bit the corner of his bottom lip and released his hold on me. “I deserved that.”
“I know. And yes I am going out tonight.” I rolled my neck, hoping to work out the perma-kinks that had taken up residency there some two years prior. Surprise. It didn’t work. “I’m tired, Charles. I’ve pulled seventy hour work weeks for months handling Joanne and Doreen’s teams and I deserve some down time.”
“Listen, I understand that I’ve put a lot on your plate these last few months but I knew you could handle it. Besides, you’re taking two weeks off soon. I still think you should let me come along. I’d love to meet your family.”
“That would be one for the photo album. Mom, Dad, this is my boss who is just a smidge older than me. We’re fuck-buddies. Who wants cake?” Even I couldn’t stop the tiny giggle that followed.
“Charles, I hardly consider taking time off for my ten year reunion as extensive downtime. And you know, as well as I, that I’ve not taken a vacation in over two years.”
“There was that week we spent in Italy acting like bunnies every chance we got. Remember the veranda? I don’t know about you but I was chafed the next day.”
Tapping one long fingernail on my hip, I just stared at him, hoping he’d feel just how annoyed I truly was at the moment. It must have worked.
“I know, I know. We were there on business, Elizabeth, but you have to admit it was fun.”
“Yes it was fun.”
“See, I haven’t tossed anything at you that you can’t handle. You are truly an amazing woman.”
Wonderful, because he thought I was superwoman, I got screwed picking up the slack for Joanne who eloped with a guy she met on the subway less than a month ago. If that wasn’t bad enough, Doreen, the head of the layout department up and decided to have her baby a month early.
They give you a due date for a reason. Stick to it.
“With the Becker account on the table does that mean you won’t be coming to my reunion with me?”
“As much as I’d love to, honey, I can’t. There’s no way I can walk away from a deal like this.”
I was disappointed but I’d live.
“Since you’re in need of some downtime, do you want me to give the project to Walters? It’s yours if you want it, honey. Just say the word.”
The very mention of Vincent Walters’ name made my skin crawl. He was a one hundred percent, Grade-A asshole, who specialized in making my work week hell. His idea of funny was always at my expense.
My knee jerk reaction was to raise my nails and snarl at Charles. I held back only due to the fact I knew I’d snap if I stayed a second longer. There was no possible way I could handle an account the size of one he was offering while in Ohio. And I wasn’t about to not go. So far, I’d missed two of my closest high school friends’ weddings, and the birth of their first children. I would not miss anything else. The speed there was much different from New York. I’d got my parents a computer for Christmas and they had yet to take it out of the box. No. Controlling the Becker account wouldn’t work for me. “Fine, whatever. It’ll make his day. Could even compensate for that ‘little dick’ thing.”
Charles arched a dark blond eyebrow. “And how exactly do you know how big or little his dick is?”
“Is that jealousy I’m hearing?” Bringing the word jealously into the equation always seemed to snap Charles out of the moment. This time, it didn’t.
“What would you say if the answer was yes?”
The room suddenly felt hotter than it should. Was it supposed to feel as though it were closing in on me? My palms began to sweat as the grey boardroom walls seemed to press closer and closer to me. Heat rose to my face and the urge to expel my lunch was tempting.
Charles moved to me, touching my cheek lightly and giving me his ever calming smile. “Relax Elizabeth, I’m not asking for a commitment. I’d never do that. But I think I’ve earned the right to be a bit jealous when it comes to you. Do you agree?”
“Uhh-huh,” I murmured between deep breaths.
“I can honestly say I’ve never met anyone more afraid to settle down than me.” He kissed my forehead gently and held me to his chest, driving me mad with need. The woody smell of his Givenchy cologne drove me nuts. It always did and Charles knew it. Maybe it was his way of teasing me throughout the day. Whenever I was close to him and caught scent of it, I was left in a near drool state.
“We’ve been in here a long time. I should get back to my office.”
He didn’t let go of me. “Are you still catching flack from Walters and Seraphim about us?”
I nodded but said nothing. Of course I was still catching crap from the two stooges. They’d made it their personal mission to “out” my relationship with Charles. The only reason we didn’t announce it ourselves was that neither of us were serious about it. Our arrangement was purely sexual. Sure, we were friends, but that was it. Nothing long term.
Letting the entire company in on our sexual arrangement seemed a bit pointless. Apparently, Walters and Seraphim didn’t think so. Though, as pathetic as they were, my sex life most likely was the most interesting thing they had to discuss.
“Do you want me to call an informal meeting and clear the air? I could lay what we have out on the table. It would pull the rug out on their suspicions? If they know I’m supportive and behind this then it might scare them enough to rethink how they treat you. I own the place. Piss me or my significant other off and you won’t have a job come Monday morning.”
Horrified, I looked at Charles as though he’d sprouted a second head. “What? We have nothing more than sex between us. We are not significant others, Charles. I know that you’re just tossing that out as an example but still I’d rather not have everyone in on that. You swore this was just sex.”
“Elizabeth.”
“Don’t Elizabeth me.” I shook my head, unable to believe the weirdness Charles was giving off. “I think you should make a doctor’s appointment. Something’s gone screwy upstairs.”
I didn’t wait for his response. Instead, I headed towards the doors, ready and willing to face the wealth of speculation that would arise from my extended period alone with Charles. I was in the mood to make snappy comebacks. Hell I was always in the mood for that. Now, I’d get to direct them at my favorite targets, Walters and Seraphim.
Game time.
Writing Gloves
I started writing the summer of 2003. This summer will mark 10 years for me. For the entire ten years I’ve worn writing gloves whenever I’m writing. To date, I have over 100 published stories of varying length (short to full novel plus). When I’m pulling sixteen hour days I wear what I term the industrial strength gloves. Sometimes I’ll also sleep in them if I’m working like mad. They do limit mobility and require something of a learning curve to get used to. On normal writing days (6-8 hours) I wear the less intense ones. These are a little easier to get used to and afford you more movement.
I couldn’t possibly tell you if I’ll develop problems with my fingers/wrists/hands but I do know that I’m trying everything in my power to prevent it and to care for my hands. They are my money makers for sure.
March 27, 2013
The Unwrapped by Rory Michaels
Contemporary Western Threesome Romance
A Macon Valley Ménage 5
Buddies and lovers, Carver and Tony know they aren’t like most people. They hunger for more than any normal relationship can give. While they find comfort in each other despite the small town’s comments, they secretly search for the third person who will complete what they have—their perfect woman. The people of Macon Valley murmur about them being perverts—that their pasts make them damaged. Tony’s buckles to the pressure and nearly chases away the women they both know is the one. It’s up to him and Carver to right the wrong and to show her pleasure like she’s never known before. But she’s different from the women they’re used to. She doesn’t blindly obey. Can they break her before she breaks them?
Warning: This short story contains m/m/f sex, ménages a trios, explicit sex, strong language and cowboys who will melt your socks off. If you’re looking for long drawn out plots and sweeping romances, this isn’t your book. If you want hot, dirty, sexy and to the point, you’ve found it.
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March 20, 2013
Pen Name Book Excerpt: The Unexpected by Rory Michaels
Contemporary Western Threesome Romance
A Macon Valley Ménage 1
Best friends since childhood, Perry and Sean know each other’s deep dark secrets. The people of Macon Valley whisper of their deviant sexual ways—the fact they like kink and enjoy sharing women. But the town doesn’t understand they’re looking for that one perfect woman to fill the void in their hearts. They understand they’ll be sharing her both in and out of the bedroom and they’re fine with that. Trouble is the woman they’ve selected isn’t so sure she’s ready for both of them. Can they sway her heart and her mind?
Warning: This short story contains ménages a trios, explicit sex, strong language and cowboys who will melt your socks off. This short story also has explicit, graphic sexual content and is not for the faint of heart.
EXCERPT
Must be 18 years and older to read. If not, please leave the site.
Chapter One
The faint glow from the wall light in the dimly lit hotel room cast shadows over the brown carpeting. Jesse wouldn’t go so far to say the décor was cheap but rather builder grade and cookie cutter. There was nothing personal about the room. It felt sterile in a sense. The walls seemed as if they were closing in on her. She clasp and unclasped her hands. Fear licked at her insides. She tipped her head and her long dark hair fell forward. She pushed it out of her face and tried to calm her nerves. She couldn’t believe she was about to do something as wild and crazy as this. This was such a stretch for her character she wasn’t even sure how to label it.
Her gaze fluttered towards the blond in the hotel room with her. Sean licked his lower lip. She found it hard to look away from the obvious bulge in the front of his Levi’s. Was the man truly that hung? She’d often wondered and soon she’d find out. The room heated to unbearable levels and she tugged at her blouse. What was she doing here?
“You still game?” the blond asked, a twang apparent in his deep voice. He looked so unsure standing there. Part of him seemed slightly predatory-like, the other seemed uneasy, as if he sensed she was on the verge of bolting and running.
Her throat constricted and she dug her nails into the palms of her hands. “Y-yes.”
“Listen,” he said. He stalked toward her. “If you aren’t into this, I get it. Perry will understand, right?”
Jesse looked toward her fiancé wondering if he’d object to what had been his idea to begin with. Perry’s dark gaze swept in Sean’s direction. She knew he wanted a threesome. It’s all he’d talked about for the past six months. He wanted more than anything to see her with another man and he wanted the man to be his best friend Sean. She knew from his past that he and Sean had shared women before. The small town she now resided in was full of stories of their past conquests. They were the talk of the town—each person whispering about the kink the guys were into. She wouldn’t be the first woman they shared but she would be the last. Perry had given up his wicked sexual ways when he met her and she’d thought he’d left the deviant desires behind him. It was glaringly obvious he’d not.
Perry pulled his shirt over his head, tousling his dark hair. He tossed his shirt aside and motioned to her. “Come here, sweet thing.”
Blindly, she did as instructed. She was putty in his hands and he knew as much. She’d come to him a virgin and he’d taught her things she never imagined possible. Still, this seemed like too much. She wasn’t the type of woman who shared her body with multiple men. But Perry wanted a threesome and it was the least she could do for him. He’d done so much for her. And she loved him. That wasn’t the issue or the question.
Sean moved out of her pathway. He made a move to grab his cowboy hat off the hook near the hotel door. He and Perry worked as ranch hands. Their jobs were hard and their bodies were proof of as much. They were honed and tanned. Delicious looking. “I can go.”
“No,” Perry said, his tone level. “Stay. Jesse is fine. Aren’t you, sweet thing?”
Once again, her throat tightened. She managed a tiny nod.
Perry drew her to him and his muscles rippled. “It will be good. Very, very good. Trust me.”
She did trust him. What she didn’t trust was herself. One too many times she’d gotten lost in fantasies about Sean. Perry was a stone cold ten by anyone’s standards. Sean was on par. It was hard to avoid noticing the two of them and it was equally as hard resisting the temptation of Sean’s green eyes. It wasn’t right to lust after two men. She’d been raised with better values than that. Yet here she stood, at the ready to let them have access to her body. The entire event felt dreamlike. She was trapped in a testosterone driven whirlwind and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to throw caution to the wind or get to packing.
Jesse took a deep breath and allowed Perry to unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. Her gaze moved to Sean. Unable to hold his hungry stare, she flicked a speck of lint from her skirt. Perry caught her wrist and brought her hand to his mouth. He kissed the back of it. “Relax, sweet thing. Let us love you.”
Her breathing quickened and she looked toward Sean again. This time, he was closer yet she’d never heard him move. He pulled at her blouse and eased it over her head. Her nipples hardened to diamond like points as the cool air of the room dusted over them. She knew they were visible through her lace bra. Sean’s hand found one and he smoothed his finger over it. Her nipple flared to life even more so than before. Her breath caught in her throat. Already she was prepped to explode and he’d only just grazed her. Could she really handle a night of both of them?
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March 19, 2013
JUST RELEASED! Rescuing Reya (The Beast Masters)
JUST RELEASED! Rescuing Reya (The Beast Masters) by Reagan Hawk.
Sci-fi/futuristic Erotic Romance–threesome! Whoohoo!
Utan oversees one of the houses of pleasure on planet Ralen. He does the duty required of him but harbors no desire to find release in a woman many seek comfort for coin with. When his brother asks for his help in finding a small slip of a woman who came from a slave trader vessel, Utan rushes to aid Altan. He wasn’t in search of a mate, a woman of his own, but he can’t resist the urge to lay claim to her even at the expense of his brother’s future.
Reya had it all. The promise of love, of a future, of happiness. It was all based on lies. Lies that left her in the hands of slave traders. When she finds herself on a strange planet with powerful men who can shift into beasts and who are in the market for strong stock to serve their every sexual whim, she knows she’ll be given back to the traders to face certain death, so she makes a run for it–straight into the arms of two brothers. One who owns a brothel and the other who fights his inner beast with all he has. The three of them must find a way to come together if they’re to make it work. Unfortunately, not everyone has their best interests at heart.
Warning: Novella contains graphic language, MF and MFM interactions, light BDSM play/themes, an alpha male shifter who wants to collar his woman, brand her as his for the rest of their lives, a woman willing to submit, and scorching hot sex scenes. If you don’t like strong men who take control in the bedroom and sometimes out, or if you’re in the market for long, drawn-out plots, this isn’t the series for you. This novella is hot and dirty and won’t apologize for that fact.
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March 18, 2013
Mac and Me
Many of you who do not follow me on twitter or FB do not know that I had a massive computer crash about three weeks ago. It was big. It was ugly and the computer was only 14 mos old. I use CrashPlan for online backups and also backed up to an external drive. Didn’t matter. I lost everything for a week–that is how long it takes to download 1.2 T from Crashplan with my connection and how long it took the Geek Squad to do a data retrieval of my system. A week might not seem like a long time but when you have 17 deadlines in a year and one coming up in two weeks from massive crash, it is a giant set back. HUGE! HUGE! HUGE! Also, there is the cost of a new pc so you can continue trying to work. The cost of new software for it all. The list goes on. Understandably, I was pissed and finally decided to try a MAC. I’ve tried them in the past but gave up on them because I use Office. I do not like Pages. I write in Word and Word only. Office Mac 2008 was terrible. Therefore it made the Macs I’d bought paperweights. Very expensive paperweights. Below is a snippet from my FB page on the update of my brand new iMac and me. [image error]
Update on the “Mac and Me”. Office 365 for Mac and for Word are VERY close. Gone is the lag from Mac Office and pinwheel of death that Mac Office 2008 had. Also, iTunes has a button you can check to keep your music in the folders/grouping you start in. So no more WTF all my songs are mixed up and all over the place. I did have to buy Tune Sweeper App for the Mac to get rid of duplicates and to grab all the music the itunes scan missed but it was worth the ten bucks because of the size of my music collection. I’m not new to Macs but I don’t use them as much as a PC so there was a small “getting used to where everything is” time period. About a day for me. Now, when I move over to my PC I have to stop and think what the keyboard quick key is. LOL. I swear to you, three days on a Mac (giving it a real try this time) and I’m already getting so used it and liking it so much that I’m becoming PC slow.
Already I’m considering getting a Mac laptop this summer for myself and moving off PCs for work. I added up how much I’ve had to spend on PCs in the last 3 years (how long Apple Care–Mac’s warranty would last) and the total would BLOW you away. Its ridiculous. That isn’t even counting the lost work days from it all, the lost files no matter how much I back up and where I back up to.
The saying “they don’t make ‘em like they used to” really seems to apply to PC. Its sad because I’d always been pleased with them but the cost to continue to get them fixed and have to buy new when that doesn’t work is just too much for a small business person (okay, any f-ing one) to keep doing. It makes the Mac initial price tag worth it because it is a fraction of what I’m spending to keep the PCs operational and what I’m spending to continue to replace them. I will more than likely keep at least one/possibly two PCs at all times in the house but I believe I’ll be looking into moving my biz over to Mac.
My new backup routine is as follows:
iMac–Dropbox (I had heard people talking about it and thought they were full of crap about how good it is when you work on more than one computer or need to make sure your files are backed up off site. OMG, they didn’t do it justice), Crashplan, Amazon Cloud, SkyDrive through MS, Timemachine with a thunderbolt drive.
PC–Dropbox, Crashplan, Amazon Cloud, SkyDrive through MS, Acronis (PC’s version of a Timemachine like program), a slave drive and an external that syncs changes throughout the day.
What’s my fav song to listen to while I write?
I have an interview up at Leslie Stockton’s Blog. Stop past and say hi! See what my current favorite song to listen to while I write is and find out a little bit more about me. CLICK HERE Leslie put together a great slideshow of Raven covers. Be sure to take a peek!
