Two Is Better? The Vegas Miracle Cover Reveal
Welcome to the beautiful, new, improved cover for one of the HOTTEST Liz books going...
Yes, VEGAS MIRACLE, one of my 4 "m/m/f menage romances" (or as I like to call them "fantasies") is re-releasing on May 5 with a fresh new look.
Honest to goodness you will NOT want to miss this!
Ryan and Grace Sullivan have all the outward indications of a happy life: money, success, an undeniable physical attraction that quickly evolved from whirlwind relationship to marriage. But lately, Ryan's become moody and distant. As their relationship starts to crumble, Ryan discovers something about himself he can't admit just as Grace realizes the young man she encounters at an invitation only party, Henri Christophe, a celebrity chef with the most successful restaurant in Las Vegas, is her husband's lover. But Henri holds a secret himself. He wants to be more to both of them.
As they attempt to make their unconventional arrangement work, Ryan's deep-seated fear of relationship failure continues to thwart everyone's happiness. When he finally walks away instead of confronting the emotional connection the trio shares, he returns to find their lives flipped inside out. A sought after hotel and resort consultant, Ryan has yet to meet a problem he couldn't solve. But when it comes to his own heart, he may be too late.
And because I can, an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT Rated NC17/NSFW.....
She let herself be led across the room, the woman’s arm through hers. Aware of activity behind the filmy curtains, Grace gulped at her drink, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she became more aware of what exactly was going on behind the curtains they kept passing, Grace gasped and clutched at the woman’s arm. Ryan caught up with her then, taking her glass and putting her other arm through his. Bracketed on either side, she let herself be led out of the large room into a wide, plush hallway. Beautiful people were draped around on leather furniture, some were kissing, some were drinking, but all were completely naked. Grace gaped at them, feeling like a naïve voyeur. She tried to avert her eyes but they refused to cooperate and took to darting around instead, trying to process everything. Ryan squeezed her hand as they made their way down the hall, the music still pulsing through the place but more muted back there. The beautiful creatures in the hall were nowfollowing them as her husband stopped and knocked on a dark walnut door. It swung open, revealing a room ablaze with candles. As Grace’s eyes adjusted to the new light, the odors of burning wax and a light, yet masculine cologne filled her nose. Ryan led the way into the room as Grace’s new female friend followed, her hand brushing against Grace’s hip and lingering there. "Come," the woman whispered into her ear. "Sit here." She gestured to a love seat positioned across from a large bed draped with red and orange sheer fabric. "We'll relax together." The woman snapped her long fingers and two tall glasses of liquid appeared. "I'm Nadia," she said as she draped herself on a corner of the lounge, her eyes beckoning Grace to do the same.Ryan walked with her over to the love seat, but positioned himself behind it, indicating Grace should sit. His smile quieted her nerves some,but her hands shook as she accepted the glass. As soon as she looked up, Grace saw the body on the bed. It was a man with the most perfect form Grace had ever seen, laying on his side reading a book, a dark towel positioned strategically across his hips. Glancing over at Nadia, Grace noted the lust in the woman’s eyes. Not for the vision on the bed—for her. The woman nodded towards the reclining man, indicating Grace should focus her attention there.A figure appeared on the far side of the room. Another man clothed in dark denim jeans and nothing else, strode around to the reclining man and sat, running a hand down his shoulder to his waist, moving aside the towel. Grace tried to clench her eyes shut, but Nadia’s hand on her neck, her cool fingers brushing Grace’s skin, plus the alcohol she had in her system, kept her eyes glued on the men in front of her as a thick, hard cock was revealed an inch at a time. The man on the bed lay back. Grace was close enough to see his eyes darken further as he gazed at the man in jeans next to him. Blue jean man put a finger to the other’s lips, then ran it down his neck and across his pecs to his nipple before dropping further down to his picture perfect six-pack and finally to the tip of his shaft, which already glistened.He tried to sit, to reach the sitting man’s lips, then whimpered when he got pushed back onto the bed. The man in blue jeans produced what looked to be black rope and Grace sensed her body ramp into high gear, embarrassed and thrilled at what was about to happen right in front of her. She shifted, crossing her legs, but Nadia placed a hand on one exposed knee and pulled them apart, smiling at her, not allowing Grace to press her thighs together. Ryan’s familiar hand rested on her shoulder providing a small modicum of normality. She watched, mesmerized, as the man on the bed smiled and held his hands up over his head. The vision in blue jeans reached up and secured his wrists to a wooden bedpost. He then put a hand between the other man’s legs, forcing them apart. Tying off each ankle as well, the man in blue jeans looked straight into Grace’s eyes and smiled, sending shock waves straight into her pussy. She leaned back, breathing fast and Ryan’s other hand reached down to caress her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to fondle her in a room full of strangers as they prepared to watch two men fuck.
Wait for it....MAY 5! You will want to clear your reading decks for this one!
Yes, VEGAS MIRACLE, one of my 4 "m/m/f menage romances" (or as I like to call them "fantasies") is re-releasing on May 5 with a fresh new look.
Honest to goodness you will NOT want to miss this!
Ryan and Grace Sullivan have all the outward indications of a happy life: money, success, an undeniable physical attraction that quickly evolved from whirlwind relationship to marriage. But lately, Ryan's become moody and distant. As their relationship starts to crumble, Ryan discovers something about himself he can't admit just as Grace realizes the young man she encounters at an invitation only party, Henri Christophe, a celebrity chef with the most successful restaurant in Las Vegas, is her husband's lover. But Henri holds a secret himself. He wants to be more to both of them.
As they attempt to make their unconventional arrangement work, Ryan's deep-seated fear of relationship failure continues to thwart everyone's happiness. When he finally walks away instead of confronting the emotional connection the trio shares, he returns to find their lives flipped inside out. A sought after hotel and resort consultant, Ryan has yet to meet a problem he couldn't solve. But when it comes to his own heart, he may be too late.
And because I can, an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT Rated NC17/NSFW.....
She let herself be led across the room, the woman’s arm through hers. Aware of activity behind the filmy curtains, Grace gulped at her drink, hoping it would calm her nerves. As she became more aware of what exactly was going on behind the curtains they kept passing, Grace gasped and clutched at the woman’s arm. Ryan caught up with her then, taking her glass and putting her other arm through his. Bracketed on either side, she let herself be led out of the large room into a wide, plush hallway. Beautiful people were draped around on leather furniture, some were kissing, some were drinking, but all were completely naked. Grace gaped at them, feeling like a naïve voyeur. She tried to avert her eyes but they refused to cooperate and took to darting around instead, trying to process everything. Ryan squeezed her hand as they made their way down the hall, the music still pulsing through the place but more muted back there. The beautiful creatures in the hall were nowfollowing them as her husband stopped and knocked on a dark walnut door. It swung open, revealing a room ablaze with candles. As Grace’s eyes adjusted to the new light, the odors of burning wax and a light, yet masculine cologne filled her nose. Ryan led the way into the room as Grace’s new female friend followed, her hand brushing against Grace’s hip and lingering there. "Come," the woman whispered into her ear. "Sit here." She gestured to a love seat positioned across from a large bed draped with red and orange sheer fabric. "We'll relax together." The woman snapped her long fingers and two tall glasses of liquid appeared. "I'm Nadia," she said as she draped herself on a corner of the lounge, her eyes beckoning Grace to do the same.Ryan walked with her over to the love seat, but positioned himself behind it, indicating Grace should sit. His smile quieted her nerves some,but her hands shook as she accepted the glass. As soon as she looked up, Grace saw the body on the bed. It was a man with the most perfect form Grace had ever seen, laying on his side reading a book, a dark towel positioned strategically across his hips. Glancing over at Nadia, Grace noted the lust in the woman’s eyes. Not for the vision on the bed—for her. The woman nodded towards the reclining man, indicating Grace should focus her attention there.A figure appeared on the far side of the room. Another man clothed in dark denim jeans and nothing else, strode around to the reclining man and sat, running a hand down his shoulder to his waist, moving aside the towel. Grace tried to clench her eyes shut, but Nadia’s hand on her neck, her cool fingers brushing Grace’s skin, plus the alcohol she had in her system, kept her eyes glued on the men in front of her as a thick, hard cock was revealed an inch at a time. The man on the bed lay back. Grace was close enough to see his eyes darken further as he gazed at the man in jeans next to him. Blue jean man put a finger to the other’s lips, then ran it down his neck and across his pecs to his nipple before dropping further down to his picture perfect six-pack and finally to the tip of his shaft, which already glistened.He tried to sit, to reach the sitting man’s lips, then whimpered when he got pushed back onto the bed. The man in blue jeans produced what looked to be black rope and Grace sensed her body ramp into high gear, embarrassed and thrilled at what was about to happen right in front of her. She shifted, crossing her legs, but Nadia placed a hand on one exposed knee and pulled them apart, smiling at her, not allowing Grace to press her thighs together. Ryan’s familiar hand rested on her shoulder providing a small modicum of normality. She watched, mesmerized, as the man on the bed smiled and held his hands up over his head. The vision in blue jeans reached up and secured his wrists to a wooden bedpost. He then put a hand between the other man’s legs, forcing them apart. Tying off each ankle as well, the man in blue jeans looked straight into Grace’s eyes and smiled, sending shock waves straight into her pussy. She leaned back, breathing fast and Ryan’s other hand reached down to caress her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to fondle her in a room full of strangers as they prepared to watch two men fuck.
Wait for it....MAY 5! You will want to clear your reading decks for this one!
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