Pour Some Honey On Me.
.....And Call me Relieved!
HONEY RED, my recent Menage For Real Life book got a GREAT review from none other than Just Erotic Romance Reviews (JERR) one of the go-to review newsletter publications in Our Beloved Genre.
However....instead of 5 stars it received 4.5 and that was because, according to the reviewer, the typos and non-story mistakes were distracting enough for her to mark the book down a 1/2 star.
So in yet another example of Why I Love This Publisher Known as Tri-Destiny, they pulled it from all sites, sent it to a different editor who found errors, that were fixed and now it is available once more on all sites:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
All Romance ebooks (where it boasts a shiny Best Selling Silver Star!)
This was a bit of a hassle, I will say as we had done a lot of work blogging, touring, managing a few egos and other silliness to get the book Out There and Noticed. The decision to take it down for a few days was kind of a huge one to make. We could have left it up while we fixed it then spent 24 hours with it off line while it repopulated, corrected. But Tri Destiny (and I) are formulating a "no tolerance" policy when it comes to typos or mistakes that should be caught during the many editing stages each of my books endures. Frankly, one of the problems with our "Hurry the hell up with the next book" mentality is a rash of books that are riddled with typos and errors that will take you "out of the story" as your brain attempts to process what is happening when you hit one.
With all the zillions upon zillions of options for readers in all genres but in "romance" most especially, and with many of them going straight to "Oh My God I Pushed a Button on Amazon And Now I Am A Published Author" and skipping the really brutal but necessary editing stages (not all, mind you but I've read a few of them so I know they are out there)---My publisher's stance on typos is refreshing. Even if I may have lost a few folks who drifted off into the ether of all the pretty, shiny books there are to read in the meantime.
And just so's you know, the publisher is taking pains with every single one of the books already released (many of them best sellers) and giving them all another VERY careful once over to catch any problems.
Honey Red has received a ton of GREAT reviews. It is a menage (i.e. there is explicit sex between 3 people and it is as we say in the biz: m/m/f so the Men Are touching and then some). It is also a love story that incorporates many facets of life.
TO CELEBRATE! I will give away 1 free e-book to one randomly chosen lucky commenter (but I gotta have your email address or no-go for you!)
AND a FREE CHAPTER!
here is the blurb:
Two men suffering from visible and invisible wounds meet by chance circumstance.
Nick Traynor and Ian Donovan spend a lot of time and effort keeping it very hot, only physical, and purely superficial. But when their resolve starts to slip, a woman is tossed into their midst.
Hannah Williams wants nothing more than to do her job until something better comes along, but is forced to own up to her visceral reaction to Ian, her new boss, and later to Nick, his sometimes lover.
Lust has a funny way of turning into companionship, and eventually evolving into a deeper connection. Faced with the internal and external complications of their potential three-way relationship, they begin to heal and trust, to consider that it might work. Then life tosses them a hardball, forcing them back into their respective corners, where each must choose what is most important.
Three people determined not to commit, thrown together by fate and undeniable attraction--their nights heat up and emotions run high in spite of a claimed mutual desire to "keep it simple." In the process of honest self-discovery, can they learn that while love is never simple, it is definitely worth fighting for?
And the free chapter (NOT the "First Chapter" but down into the book a bit and a very telling moment between the three main characters.....)
(this is at the wedding reception of Nick's sister Alyssa to Ian's brother Gavin....did I mention it was "complicated?")
The band was ready, and Nick realized he would have to do the first dance with Alyssa, in lieu of their long-dead father. He sighed, gripping the dog’s lead tight and accepting the beer that Jake put in his hand. He had a brief flash of memory, so incredibly bright and painful he had to put the drink down before he dropped it. Dan’s face, dark, handsome and open appeared as clearly as if the man were right next to him and Nick’s eyes still functioned. He pictured him, the night they met, when the guy was transferred into Nick’s counter intelligence unit. They’d been in crisis mode, and Dan had sorted out a huge network snafu that threatened to take their entire surveillance program down for several hours. Nick had sworn off relationships at that point, having been burned by the last guy he’d cared about and had been fighting a very strong compulsion to jump between the legs of a fellow IT grunt—a distinctly female one that had made him doubt his sanity.
But Dan’s amazing mix of tall-dark-handsome, computer savvy, dry sense of humor hotness had him floored within hours. They’d danced around each other a while, always wary of being caught out. But when Nick went on a well-earned shore leave in Southern Turkey, he’d been thrilled but not really surprised when Dan appeared at his hotel room, six pack of beer in hand. They had not left the room for nearly two days. And Nick was able to not only disperse the odd moment he thought he could find sexual satisfaction with a woman but also to fall deeply in love with the younger man.
“Dan,” he whispered, hating the way his very soul darkened when he thought about what had happened. The reception music faded; he couldn’t feel the dog’s head under his palm—it was as if a black hole had opened up and consumed him, right in the middle of Alyssa’s big day. “Shit.” He muttered, rubbing his temple. The headache that usually trotted in on the heels of this kind of slide into depression crouched in the corner of his psyche preparing to pounce and turn him into a quivering mass of no-fun-at-all.
“Hey, you want to leave?” Jake’s voice was at once a comfort and annoying.
“No, I can’t leave.” He said, jerking away from the hand on his shoulder. “Sorry,” he muttered, picking up the beer and draining it, wishing he could just be alone—or better yet, with Ian. He lifted his face when he sensed Alyssa standing next to him.
“Hey handsome. Let’s dance.” She pulled him to his feet. He went, reluctantly, after telling Brutus to stay. “Thanks,” Alyssa leaned on his shoulder as music swirled and he could hear people muttering about “that poor man” and other bullshit. He swallowed the angry frustration that threatened. “You okay?” his sister asked him. He nodded, determined not to ruin this for her with his usual melodrama. She put her palm to his face as they moved around the dance floor and strains of “Stand by Me” floated through his brain. “I love you, Alyssa,” he said, as his throat closed up. “I’m so glad you found happiness.”
She leaned into him. He held her close, comforted by the under-the-radar like pinging of the baby’s heartbeat in his ears. He frowned as the familiar whoosh-whoosh seemed to take a little jump, get faster. Just as he was focusing on it, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stepped back, handing Alyssa over to her new husband.
“Hang on,” Alyssa said, taking his hand to lead him to his seat. But he shook her off.
“No, go, dance, I’m fine.” He stood a moment, alone, his own heartbeat pounding so loud it drowned everything else out. For a split second he was frozen in the grip of panic. Why had he brushed her off? He’d actually thought he could find his own way off the dance floor to a seat? Something even that simple he couldn’t manage on his own. He put a trembling hand down, but the dog was not there. He lifted his arm, but Jake didn’t appear. Then, just as quickly as Alyssa left his arms, he felt her, Hannah, the girl who smelled like honey. She slipped into his embrace as if she’d been there her whole life. He sighed, put one hand on her hip and threaded fingers of his other with hers.
Nick had lost his virginity to a female in high school. It had not been unpleasant, but quick as most male deflowerings are. She’d been a couple of years older than him, a friend on the track team. They stayed friends, and she’d told him he should open his eyes and own up to the fact that he was gay or at least bi. He’d had a few female hookups during the years he spent in college. But by his junior year he’d been unable to sleep, compelled by something he could not name, he’d met and fallen for a much older man. He shivered, recalling long buried memories of his first true male sexual experience and his subsequent obsession with the handsome, erudite and very married calculus professor. When Dr. Grant Patterson had called their torrid affair officially finished because he felt Nick was getting “too attached” Nick had experienced the first of what he’d learn were near suicidal depressions. He had loved Grant with every fiber of his being, but later came to terms with what it had been—a real deflowering, an honest sexual awakening that had left him breathless and horny every waking moment but nothing more. And afterward he’d been firmly convinced that “gay” was the word for him. Not “bi” or “curious” or in any way anything other than a man who loved men.
But right now, with the lovely Hannah in his arms, every inch of his skin was on fire. He could hardly breathe for the sweet essence that seemed to emanate from her pores. He shifted, so she couldn’t feel just how turned on he was. He frowned when she molded herself back against him. “Cut it out,” he whispered in her ear, letting his lips touch her flesh just enough to allow a taste to coat his tongue. He moved his hand around to the small of her back and held her close. If she wanted to feel his erection then that was her choice.
The small sound she made deep in her throat—a sort of sigh crossed with a deeper, sexier sound, nearly made him come unglued. She turned her face so he could feel her breath on his skin as they swayed into the next song, to music Nick no longer heard. “Cut what out?” The hand she had on his shoulder moved closer to his neck. “You are really good looking.” She whispered.
“No, I’m an optical illusion. The man who loves men turned on by you. Go figure.”
“All that hotness and a sense of humor too. Nice.” Her fingertip grazed his neck.
“This is the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he heard his voice break. But he kept his nose near her hair—anything to keep smelling her. He moved his hand a little lower, relishing her soft curves, the light-as-air feeling in his arms. So different from what he believed he wanted, and so absolutely right at that moment.
“Oh?” She cupped his neck, slipped her fingers in his hair.
“Yeah, using a slow dance as an excuse to grope is not part of my repertoire, under normal circumstances.”
“You’re hardly groping Nick. Believe me.”
He flinched when her lips touched his jaw. But the contact was soft, not urgent, amazing and pleasant and just about all he could take. He needed to push her away, but in some kind of contrarian move, he lowered his face and their lips met. He kept it soft, clamping down on the urge to press further. Then he broke the connection, leaning into her ear once more. “You smell so good. And you feel….” He held her close. “Perfect. I wish….” He blew out a breath.
She put her head on his shoulder as the song ended, then stepped away from him, still holding onto his hand. “What do you wish?” She asked as they made their way off the dance floor. He put his arm around her shoulders. The contrast between her and all the men he’d had was startling. She felt slight, like a bird, crushable. But a sudden thought flashed over his brain—a vision, if that were possible—of him, and her, of them. The mental picture of her slim bare legs on either side of his hips, her lips on his, his flesh indistinguishable from hers made his cock throb and his head pound in time with it.
He sat quickly, put her hand to his lips and kissed it, then released her. But she must have knelt down on the side opposite the dog that had quickly bumped his nose against Nick’s thigh. Her hand was on his other leg, her lips way too close to his ear yet again. “Tell me what you wish Nick.”
He turned his face, reached up and touched her face, loving the soft flesh under his palm. “I wish I could see you.”
“You are seeing me,” she said, covering his hand with hers and bringing it to her lips. He allowed his fingertips to graze her cheekbones, her nose, the long line of her neck. Then with a quick kiss to his cheek she was gone, trailing that intoxicating honey scent with her. Nick shook as he turned to the table, trying to square a long buried need and attempting to understand why he even felt it for the woman that Ian had brought to his sister’s wedding—one he knew from direct experience Ian was satisfying in his own way. Nick didn’t know what was worse—being jealous of Ian’s relationship with her or of Ian’s easy comfort with his own bi-sexuality. He groaned and put his head down ignoring Jake once again when the man put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
An hour later, Ian was exhausted. Still tingling from the ‘quickie’ as Nick had called it with Hannah, his brain was entering shut down mode after the long emotional slog of the day’s events. Jamie was draped over his shoulder, down to his dress pants and T-shirt, snoring away a sugar crash. Nursing another beer, he handed the kid over to Tracy and stood, stretching out the kink in his lower back.
He’d watched that whole Hannah and Nick dance floor show and was still trying to process how he felt about it. Acknowledging that above all the alpha-male possessive clamor that first rattled around in his brain, the sight of the man’s hand sliding down from her hip, and the way she curved into his long, lean frame had turned him on so much he had to duck into the men’s room and breathe deeply for a few minutes. They were beautiful together moving in time to the music, lips teasing around. Their bodies fit together like pieces of an erotic puzzle he was dying to get his hands on. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek, forcing the memory out of his brain lest he tent his tux pants all over again. He wanted them to do more, willed them to kiss and when they had he’d nearly leapt out of his skin.
The band shifted gears, took on a funky beat with “Boogie Shoes.” Hannah walked by, tugged his arm, and they ended up on the dance floor for the next few songs. He laughed, watching her shimmy and shake, and at one point he held her close, bit her earlobe and felt her shiver. “Nice work with Nick, quite a show.”
She turned her head, grabbed his neck and kissed him with an embarrassing ferocity. He was in tune enough to her signals by now and could practically feel her nipples hardening against his chest,
could smell her lusty energy all around him. “Maybe,” she said, after loosening her lip lock on him. “You like to watch?”
“I don’t think you’ll be terribly surprised to hear this but yes, I do.” He reached back and cupped her ass, drawing her closer.
“Hmm…well, in the meantime, I think we should probably call it a night.” She danced away from him, shaking her hips and looking over her shoulder. He stood, hands in his pockets and watched her move away until something else caught his eye. He did a quarter turn, and saw Nick sitting with that cover model slash assistant slash fuck buddy Jake. Their faces were close. Jake was talking. Nick smiled, and the sight of it made Ian’s heart clench in his chest. When Nick took Jake’s hand and put it to his lips he had to look away. What in the name of all that was holy was he even thinking?
Entertaining some kind of perverse fantasy about putting the two people he cared about, who possessed him in body and spirit, together—so he could watch them fuck? Jesus. You are a sick bastard, Donovan. The back of his neck got prickly so he turned around on reflex and looked at Nick again. The other man had his sunglasses off. The bright, clear green of his sightless eyes knocked Ian’s breath out of his lungs. He would swear that Nick could see him, really truly see. Jake put a hand on Nick’s shoulder then, and he stood, settling his Ray Bans back in place, his dog at his side. They made their way over to where Alyssa sat on Gavin’s lap.
Ian smiled. His brother so deserved this after all those years of insanity at the hands of his ex-wife. But his smile faded as he watched Alyssa’s brother approach them, Jake’s huge possessive hand on his shoulder. Alyssa jumped up and gave Nick a hug. Gavin shook his hand, then Jake’s. Then the men walked out, and Ian was left with his fantasies, one in particular of landing a left hook to Jake’s jaw.
“Hey,” he yelped when someone wrapped arms around his waist from behind. He drew the sexy red head around to his side. “You temptress. Look what you’ve done to me with your dance floor seductions.” He held her close, trying to quell the now near crystal clear vision of Nick, between Hannah’s legs, moving up her body and sliding into her while he stood behind them and…. “Jesus,” he said, when she put her hand right on his cock. “Slutty. I like it. Let’s get the hell out of here."
Here is a bit of what JERR had to say: "The sex scenes between Nick and Ian are passionate, yet tender, and when Hannah joins them, the chemistry between them is almost overpowering in its intensity. When Nick finally gave in to Ian and Hannah's seduction I literally groaned in pleasure."
And click here to see a ton of other reviews, with their own take on how Honey Red affect them!
Finally, for all you purists out there: The Best Way to Add Honey to Beer!
cheers and bottoms up!
Liz
HONEY RED, my recent Menage For Real Life book got a GREAT review from none other than Just Erotic Romance Reviews (JERR) one of the go-to review newsletter publications in Our Beloved Genre.
However....instead of 5 stars it received 4.5 and that was because, according to the reviewer, the typos and non-story mistakes were distracting enough for her to mark the book down a 1/2 star.
So in yet another example of Why I Love This Publisher Known as Tri-Destiny, they pulled it from all sites, sent it to a different editor who found errors, that were fixed and now it is available once more on all sites:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
All Romance ebooks (where it boasts a shiny Best Selling Silver Star!)
This was a bit of a hassle, I will say as we had done a lot of work blogging, touring, managing a few egos and other silliness to get the book Out There and Noticed. The decision to take it down for a few days was kind of a huge one to make. We could have left it up while we fixed it then spent 24 hours with it off line while it repopulated, corrected. But Tri Destiny (and I) are formulating a "no tolerance" policy when it comes to typos or mistakes that should be caught during the many editing stages each of my books endures. Frankly, one of the problems with our "Hurry the hell up with the next book" mentality is a rash of books that are riddled with typos and errors that will take you "out of the story" as your brain attempts to process what is happening when you hit one.
With all the zillions upon zillions of options for readers in all genres but in "romance" most especially, and with many of them going straight to "Oh My God I Pushed a Button on Amazon And Now I Am A Published Author" and skipping the really brutal but necessary editing stages (not all, mind you but I've read a few of them so I know they are out there)---My publisher's stance on typos is refreshing. Even if I may have lost a few folks who drifted off into the ether of all the pretty, shiny books there are to read in the meantime.
And just so's you know, the publisher is taking pains with every single one of the books already released (many of them best sellers) and giving them all another VERY careful once over to catch any problems.
Honey Red has received a ton of GREAT reviews. It is a menage (i.e. there is explicit sex between 3 people and it is as we say in the biz: m/m/f so the Men Are touching and then some). It is also a love story that incorporates many facets of life.
TO CELEBRATE! I will give away 1 free e-book to one randomly chosen lucky commenter (but I gotta have your email address or no-go for you!)
AND a FREE CHAPTER!
here is the blurb:
Two men suffering from visible and invisible wounds meet by chance circumstance.
Nick Traynor and Ian Donovan spend a lot of time and effort keeping it very hot, only physical, and purely superficial. But when their resolve starts to slip, a woman is tossed into their midst.
Hannah Williams wants nothing more than to do her job until something better comes along, but is forced to own up to her visceral reaction to Ian, her new boss, and later to Nick, his sometimes lover.
Lust has a funny way of turning into companionship, and eventually evolving into a deeper connection. Faced with the internal and external complications of their potential three-way relationship, they begin to heal and trust, to consider that it might work. Then life tosses them a hardball, forcing them back into their respective corners, where each must choose what is most important.
Three people determined not to commit, thrown together by fate and undeniable attraction--their nights heat up and emotions run high in spite of a claimed mutual desire to "keep it simple." In the process of honest self-discovery, can they learn that while love is never simple, it is definitely worth fighting for?
And the free chapter (NOT the "First Chapter" but down into the book a bit and a very telling moment between the three main characters.....)
(this is at the wedding reception of Nick's sister Alyssa to Ian's brother Gavin....did I mention it was "complicated?")
The band was ready, and Nick realized he would have to do the first dance with Alyssa, in lieu of their long-dead father. He sighed, gripping the dog’s lead tight and accepting the beer that Jake put in his hand. He had a brief flash of memory, so incredibly bright and painful he had to put the drink down before he dropped it. Dan’s face, dark, handsome and open appeared as clearly as if the man were right next to him and Nick’s eyes still functioned. He pictured him, the night they met, when the guy was transferred into Nick’s counter intelligence unit. They’d been in crisis mode, and Dan had sorted out a huge network snafu that threatened to take their entire surveillance program down for several hours. Nick had sworn off relationships at that point, having been burned by the last guy he’d cared about and had been fighting a very strong compulsion to jump between the legs of a fellow IT grunt—a distinctly female one that had made him doubt his sanity.
But Dan’s amazing mix of tall-dark-handsome, computer savvy, dry sense of humor hotness had him floored within hours. They’d danced around each other a while, always wary of being caught out. But when Nick went on a well-earned shore leave in Southern Turkey, he’d been thrilled but not really surprised when Dan appeared at his hotel room, six pack of beer in hand. They had not left the room for nearly two days. And Nick was able to not only disperse the odd moment he thought he could find sexual satisfaction with a woman but also to fall deeply in love with the younger man.
“Dan,” he whispered, hating the way his very soul darkened when he thought about what had happened. The reception music faded; he couldn’t feel the dog’s head under his palm—it was as if a black hole had opened up and consumed him, right in the middle of Alyssa’s big day. “Shit.” He muttered, rubbing his temple. The headache that usually trotted in on the heels of this kind of slide into depression crouched in the corner of his psyche preparing to pounce and turn him into a quivering mass of no-fun-at-all.
“Hey, you want to leave?” Jake’s voice was at once a comfort and annoying.
“No, I can’t leave.” He said, jerking away from the hand on his shoulder. “Sorry,” he muttered, picking up the beer and draining it, wishing he could just be alone—or better yet, with Ian. He lifted his face when he sensed Alyssa standing next to him.
“Hey handsome. Let’s dance.” She pulled him to his feet. He went, reluctantly, after telling Brutus to stay. “Thanks,” Alyssa leaned on his shoulder as music swirled and he could hear people muttering about “that poor man” and other bullshit. He swallowed the angry frustration that threatened. “You okay?” his sister asked him. He nodded, determined not to ruin this for her with his usual melodrama. She put her palm to his face as they moved around the dance floor and strains of “Stand by Me” floated through his brain. “I love you, Alyssa,” he said, as his throat closed up. “I’m so glad you found happiness.”
She leaned into him. He held her close, comforted by the under-the-radar like pinging of the baby’s heartbeat in his ears. He frowned as the familiar whoosh-whoosh seemed to take a little jump, get faster. Just as he was focusing on it, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stepped back, handing Alyssa over to her new husband.
“Hang on,” Alyssa said, taking his hand to lead him to his seat. But he shook her off.
“No, go, dance, I’m fine.” He stood a moment, alone, his own heartbeat pounding so loud it drowned everything else out. For a split second he was frozen in the grip of panic. Why had he brushed her off? He’d actually thought he could find his own way off the dance floor to a seat? Something even that simple he couldn’t manage on his own. He put a trembling hand down, but the dog was not there. He lifted his arm, but Jake didn’t appear. Then, just as quickly as Alyssa left his arms, he felt her, Hannah, the girl who smelled like honey. She slipped into his embrace as if she’d been there her whole life. He sighed, put one hand on her hip and threaded fingers of his other with hers.
Nick had lost his virginity to a female in high school. It had not been unpleasant, but quick as most male deflowerings are. She’d been a couple of years older than him, a friend on the track team. They stayed friends, and she’d told him he should open his eyes and own up to the fact that he was gay or at least bi. He’d had a few female hookups during the years he spent in college. But by his junior year he’d been unable to sleep, compelled by something he could not name, he’d met and fallen for a much older man. He shivered, recalling long buried memories of his first true male sexual experience and his subsequent obsession with the handsome, erudite and very married calculus professor. When Dr. Grant Patterson had called their torrid affair officially finished because he felt Nick was getting “too attached” Nick had experienced the first of what he’d learn were near suicidal depressions. He had loved Grant with every fiber of his being, but later came to terms with what it had been—a real deflowering, an honest sexual awakening that had left him breathless and horny every waking moment but nothing more. And afterward he’d been firmly convinced that “gay” was the word for him. Not “bi” or “curious” or in any way anything other than a man who loved men.
But right now, with the lovely Hannah in his arms, every inch of his skin was on fire. He could hardly breathe for the sweet essence that seemed to emanate from her pores. He shifted, so she couldn’t feel just how turned on he was. He frowned when she molded herself back against him. “Cut it out,” he whispered in her ear, letting his lips touch her flesh just enough to allow a taste to coat his tongue. He moved his hand around to the small of her back and held her close. If she wanted to feel his erection then that was her choice.
The small sound she made deep in her throat—a sort of sigh crossed with a deeper, sexier sound, nearly made him come unglued. She turned her face so he could feel her breath on his skin as they swayed into the next song, to music Nick no longer heard. “Cut what out?” The hand she had on his shoulder moved closer to his neck. “You are really good looking.” She whispered.
“No, I’m an optical illusion. The man who loves men turned on by you. Go figure.”
“All that hotness and a sense of humor too. Nice.” Her fingertip grazed his neck.
“This is the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he heard his voice break. But he kept his nose near her hair—anything to keep smelling her. He moved his hand a little lower, relishing her soft curves, the light-as-air feeling in his arms. So different from what he believed he wanted, and so absolutely right at that moment.
“Oh?” She cupped his neck, slipped her fingers in his hair.
“Yeah, using a slow dance as an excuse to grope is not part of my repertoire, under normal circumstances.”
“You’re hardly groping Nick. Believe me.”
He flinched when her lips touched his jaw. But the contact was soft, not urgent, amazing and pleasant and just about all he could take. He needed to push her away, but in some kind of contrarian move, he lowered his face and their lips met. He kept it soft, clamping down on the urge to press further. Then he broke the connection, leaning into her ear once more. “You smell so good. And you feel….” He held her close. “Perfect. I wish….” He blew out a breath.
She put her head on his shoulder as the song ended, then stepped away from him, still holding onto his hand. “What do you wish?” She asked as they made their way off the dance floor. He put his arm around her shoulders. The contrast between her and all the men he’d had was startling. She felt slight, like a bird, crushable. But a sudden thought flashed over his brain—a vision, if that were possible—of him, and her, of them. The mental picture of her slim bare legs on either side of his hips, her lips on his, his flesh indistinguishable from hers made his cock throb and his head pound in time with it.
He sat quickly, put her hand to his lips and kissed it, then released her. But she must have knelt down on the side opposite the dog that had quickly bumped his nose against Nick’s thigh. Her hand was on his other leg, her lips way too close to his ear yet again. “Tell me what you wish Nick.”
He turned his face, reached up and touched her face, loving the soft flesh under his palm. “I wish I could see you.”
“You are seeing me,” she said, covering his hand with hers and bringing it to her lips. He allowed his fingertips to graze her cheekbones, her nose, the long line of her neck. Then with a quick kiss to his cheek she was gone, trailing that intoxicating honey scent with her. Nick shook as he turned to the table, trying to square a long buried need and attempting to understand why he even felt it for the woman that Ian had brought to his sister’s wedding—one he knew from direct experience Ian was satisfying in his own way. Nick didn’t know what was worse—being jealous of Ian’s relationship with her or of Ian’s easy comfort with his own bi-sexuality. He groaned and put his head down ignoring Jake once again when the man put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
An hour later, Ian was exhausted. Still tingling from the ‘quickie’ as Nick had called it with Hannah, his brain was entering shut down mode after the long emotional slog of the day’s events. Jamie was draped over his shoulder, down to his dress pants and T-shirt, snoring away a sugar crash. Nursing another beer, he handed the kid over to Tracy and stood, stretching out the kink in his lower back.
He’d watched that whole Hannah and Nick dance floor show and was still trying to process how he felt about it. Acknowledging that above all the alpha-male possessive clamor that first rattled around in his brain, the sight of the man’s hand sliding down from her hip, and the way she curved into his long, lean frame had turned him on so much he had to duck into the men’s room and breathe deeply for a few minutes. They were beautiful together moving in time to the music, lips teasing around. Their bodies fit together like pieces of an erotic puzzle he was dying to get his hands on. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek, forcing the memory out of his brain lest he tent his tux pants all over again. He wanted them to do more, willed them to kiss and when they had he’d nearly leapt out of his skin.
The band shifted gears, took on a funky beat with “Boogie Shoes.” Hannah walked by, tugged his arm, and they ended up on the dance floor for the next few songs. He laughed, watching her shimmy and shake, and at one point he held her close, bit her earlobe and felt her shiver. “Nice work with Nick, quite a show.”
She turned her head, grabbed his neck and kissed him with an embarrassing ferocity. He was in tune enough to her signals by now and could practically feel her nipples hardening against his chest,
could smell her lusty energy all around him. “Maybe,” she said, after loosening her lip lock on him. “You like to watch?”
“I don’t think you’ll be terribly surprised to hear this but yes, I do.” He reached back and cupped her ass, drawing her closer.
“Hmm…well, in the meantime, I think we should probably call it a night.” She danced away from him, shaking her hips and looking over her shoulder. He stood, hands in his pockets and watched her move away until something else caught his eye. He did a quarter turn, and saw Nick sitting with that cover model slash assistant slash fuck buddy Jake. Their faces were close. Jake was talking. Nick smiled, and the sight of it made Ian’s heart clench in his chest. When Nick took Jake’s hand and put it to his lips he had to look away. What in the name of all that was holy was he even thinking?
Entertaining some kind of perverse fantasy about putting the two people he cared about, who possessed him in body and spirit, together—so he could watch them fuck? Jesus. You are a sick bastard, Donovan. The back of his neck got prickly so he turned around on reflex and looked at Nick again. The other man had his sunglasses off. The bright, clear green of his sightless eyes knocked Ian’s breath out of his lungs. He would swear that Nick could see him, really truly see. Jake put a hand on Nick’s shoulder then, and he stood, settling his Ray Bans back in place, his dog at his side. They made their way over to where Alyssa sat on Gavin’s lap.
Ian smiled. His brother so deserved this after all those years of insanity at the hands of his ex-wife. But his smile faded as he watched Alyssa’s brother approach them, Jake’s huge possessive hand on his shoulder. Alyssa jumped up and gave Nick a hug. Gavin shook his hand, then Jake’s. Then the men walked out, and Ian was left with his fantasies, one in particular of landing a left hook to Jake’s jaw.
“Hey,” he yelped when someone wrapped arms around his waist from behind. He drew the sexy red head around to his side. “You temptress. Look what you’ve done to me with your dance floor seductions.” He held her close, trying to quell the now near crystal clear vision of Nick, between Hannah’s legs, moving up her body and sliding into her while he stood behind them and…. “Jesus,” he said, when she put her hand right on his cock. “Slutty. I like it. Let’s get the hell out of here."
Here is a bit of what JERR had to say: "The sex scenes between Nick and Ian are passionate, yet tender, and when Hannah joins them, the chemistry between them is almost overpowering in its intensity. When Nick finally gave in to Ian and Hannah's seduction I literally groaned in pleasure."
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cheers and bottoms up!
Liz
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