When Liz Goes NSFW She Makes It Count
Ah, "menage," shorthand in the romance universe for "menage a trois" which of course is French for "never in a million years but boy do I wish!"
I have stated my position on the actual fantasy v. reality aspect of this particular sub genre of the zillion dollar romance one and my believe is that it falls firmly and with a loud THUD in the "fantasy" column. But that has not stopped this writer from trying her naughty hand at it (in books, otherwise, well, I'd just be offering way TMI).
In my considered and somewhat carefully researched opinion, two men are simply not wired to share nicely when it comes to a woman, even if the two in question are just as happy doing each other as her. Most men are too competitive, made that way by natural selection or evolution or however you want to look at it.
But yet it--the glorious prospect of being a women cradled emotionally and physically between two lovely guys--remains one of the hottest (to my somewhat dirty mind) and many times most badly represented romance fantasy options out there. Beyond the physical logistics of the sex act, the emotional balancing act required to keep all corners of the triangular table steady would be beyond most normal human beings' reach.
In my erotic reading experience, menages represent the summit, the peak, the 26th mile of actual ability. If you can convince me, a raw unromantic cynic, that this would work, you have talent. Not many authors have but there are a few exceptions. When I wrote Vegas Miracle first, about 6 years ago, it was around the concept of the "sexy Las Vegas experience" of having a private massage in your penthouse suite by a man who turns out not to be a stranger. From there, it seemed natural that another man set the whole thing in motion by way of introduction.
The first scene I wrote, and to my mind is the BEST scene in a book full of them, ends this way.... Enjoy but take note that it is extremely explicit.
from Vegas Miracle
All Rights Reserved
Henri kneaded the flesh of her thigh before moving down to rub each toe, then the sole of her foot, which sent those same zinging, nerve rattling sensations straight up to the top her head. She stretched her hands over her head and allowed the blanket to fall away. Eyes closed, she reveled in the pure sensation of his touch. By the time he switched over to her other leg and placed her foot on his chest again, a low moaning sound had begun in in her throat and shehad to force herself not to grab him and pull him on top of her. He stretched her knee towards her chest. "You're very flexible, yes?" His hoarse voice gave away his feeling about this whole thing."Yes," she breathed, tilting her hips up to make contact with his arm.The last time he bent her knee,she felt his tongue flick her nipple. She realized he was pulling the sheet off her completely and she gave no resistance. Raising her arms up over her head again, Grace stretched like a cat in the windowsill. She heard him make a sound deep in his throat before he ran his strong hands from her shoulders down to her nipples and across her stomach. He stopped to knead her hips once more,then kept moving down her thighs to her calves and then to her sensitized feet. She arched up and gasped as she felt his tongue again, this time right on her clit. He teased her flesh, then sucked briefly,before standing up. Grace kept her eyes closed, her body was on fire, every nerve ending crying out for more. But he seemed to be done,so she struggled up to a seated position."Would you like a bit more? An internal massage, perhaps?""Yes," she nearly yelled out,then felt herself blush. “I mean…that’s sort of a lame line, though.”He chuckled. “I’ll work on my lines a little, after this.” His low, accented voice made her shiver.She finally got a good look at him as he pulled his silk boxers down to reveal his long, thick cock, just as she remembered from that fateful night at the party. She sat for a minute drinking him in as he brushed his shaggy, dark hair off his brow and put his hands on his hips. "Okay. I’ll let it slide this time," she whispered as she lay back down. How this could be happening to her, she had no idea, but Grace knew if she didn’t get this man inside her right now, she would scream. As he climbed up between her legs and slipped into her, she finally fully relaxed, clutching at his ass to pull him in further."Keep your hands up over your head like before," he demanded as he began to move. He leaned down to lick her neck and tug at her nipples while his hips rolled against her, giving her the most perfect contact. She laid back and let him work, feeling every inch of him.And when she came, she gasped at the sheer, sensual, forbidden beauty of it. She touched her own face and her fingers came away wet."May I come inside you," he asked, breathless.By way of answer, she repositioned her legs so her knees were up against his chest. She had to feel more and wanted to watch his face. He increased his tempo, his bronzed skin flushed in the candlelight. She sighed as she sensed his warmth explode inside her.When Henri bent down to kiss her lips and let his tongue caress hers a moment before he raised himself up and off her, she felt more wrong than she ever had, but somehow right at the same time. Pulling the blanket back up to cover her sated body,she stretched again and flipped over. When her eyes met Ryan’s across the room,she yelped. Her husband sat directly across from the massage table, a drink in one hand, the other arm stretched over the back of the couch. His eyes shone with the sort of light that made her want to weep."How long have you been sitting there," she demanded."Long enough, baby." He drained his glass, set it on the table and made his way over to her. "Long enough."She sighed as he knelt down, pulled her up and kissed her hard and deep. His bourbon-tasting lips were delicious.
"Did you like your Vegas surprise," he asked as he pulled her to sitting and wrapped his arms around her. But he pressed his mouth to hers before she could answer. The familiar strength of his body, the crisp feel of his dress shirt against her naked skin, the clean smell of his cologne, all enveloped her at once and she wrapped herself around him, ready to thank him in a way he’d never forget.
Yeah, so fair warning: if you are already a Liz Crowe fan this book will make you sweaty and need a cold shower. If you are NOT and this is your first time with me (I'll be gentle) note that this book represents the most "traditional" of my romance novels. I really love it and hope you will too.
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Liz's other Menage Fantasy novels include (click each title to read more):
Honey Red
Essence of Time
Lust on Tap
I have stated my position on the actual fantasy v. reality aspect of this particular sub genre of the zillion dollar romance one and my believe is that it falls firmly and with a loud THUD in the "fantasy" column. But that has not stopped this writer from trying her naughty hand at it (in books, otherwise, well, I'd just be offering way TMI).
In my considered and somewhat carefully researched opinion, two men are simply not wired to share nicely when it comes to a woman, even if the two in question are just as happy doing each other as her. Most men are too competitive, made that way by natural selection or evolution or however you want to look at it.
But yet it--the glorious prospect of being a women cradled emotionally and physically between two lovely guys--remains one of the hottest (to my somewhat dirty mind) and many times most badly represented romance fantasy options out there. Beyond the physical logistics of the sex act, the emotional balancing act required to keep all corners of the triangular table steady would be beyond most normal human beings' reach.
In my erotic reading experience, menages represent the summit, the peak, the 26th mile of actual ability. If you can convince me, a raw unromantic cynic, that this would work, you have talent. Not many authors have but there are a few exceptions. When I wrote Vegas Miracle first, about 6 years ago, it was around the concept of the "sexy Las Vegas experience" of having a private massage in your penthouse suite by a man who turns out not to be a stranger. From there, it seemed natural that another man set the whole thing in motion by way of introduction.
The first scene I wrote, and to my mind is the BEST scene in a book full of them, ends this way.... Enjoy but take note that it is extremely explicit.
from Vegas Miracle
All Rights Reserved
Henri kneaded the flesh of her thigh before moving down to rub each toe, then the sole of her foot, which sent those same zinging, nerve rattling sensations straight up to the top her head. She stretched her hands over her head and allowed the blanket to fall away. Eyes closed, she reveled in the pure sensation of his touch. By the time he switched over to her other leg and placed her foot on his chest again, a low moaning sound had begun in in her throat and shehad to force herself not to grab him and pull him on top of her. He stretched her knee towards her chest. "You're very flexible, yes?" His hoarse voice gave away his feeling about this whole thing."Yes," she breathed, tilting her hips up to make contact with his arm.The last time he bent her knee,she felt his tongue flick her nipple. She realized he was pulling the sheet off her completely and she gave no resistance. Raising her arms up over her head again, Grace stretched like a cat in the windowsill. She heard him make a sound deep in his throat before he ran his strong hands from her shoulders down to her nipples and across her stomach. He stopped to knead her hips once more,then kept moving down her thighs to her calves and then to her sensitized feet. She arched up and gasped as she felt his tongue again, this time right on her clit. He teased her flesh, then sucked briefly,before standing up. Grace kept her eyes closed, her body was on fire, every nerve ending crying out for more. But he seemed to be done,so she struggled up to a seated position."Would you like a bit more? An internal massage, perhaps?""Yes," she nearly yelled out,then felt herself blush. “I mean…that’s sort of a lame line, though.”He chuckled. “I’ll work on my lines a little, after this.” His low, accented voice made her shiver.She finally got a good look at him as he pulled his silk boxers down to reveal his long, thick cock, just as she remembered from that fateful night at the party. She sat for a minute drinking him in as he brushed his shaggy, dark hair off his brow and put his hands on his hips. "Okay. I’ll let it slide this time," she whispered as she lay back down. How this could be happening to her, she had no idea, but Grace knew if she didn’t get this man inside her right now, she would scream. As he climbed up between her legs and slipped into her, she finally fully relaxed, clutching at his ass to pull him in further."Keep your hands up over your head like before," he demanded as he began to move. He leaned down to lick her neck and tug at her nipples while his hips rolled against her, giving her the most perfect contact. She laid back and let him work, feeling every inch of him.And when she came, she gasped at the sheer, sensual, forbidden beauty of it. She touched her own face and her fingers came away wet."May I come inside you," he asked, breathless.By way of answer, she repositioned her legs so her knees were up against his chest. She had to feel more and wanted to watch his face. He increased his tempo, his bronzed skin flushed in the candlelight. She sighed as she sensed his warmth explode inside her.When Henri bent down to kiss her lips and let his tongue caress hers a moment before he raised himself up and off her, she felt more wrong than she ever had, but somehow right at the same time. Pulling the blanket back up to cover her sated body,she stretched again and flipped over. When her eyes met Ryan’s across the room,she yelped. Her husband sat directly across from the massage table, a drink in one hand, the other arm stretched over the back of the couch. His eyes shone with the sort of light that made her want to weep."How long have you been sitting there," she demanded."Long enough, baby." He drained his glass, set it on the table and made his way over to her. "Long enough."She sighed as he knelt down, pulled her up and kissed her hard and deep. His bourbon-tasting lips were delicious.
"Did you like your Vegas surprise," he asked as he pulled her to sitting and wrapped his arms around her. But he pressed his mouth to hers before she could answer. The familiar strength of his body, the crisp feel of his dress shirt against her naked skin, the clean smell of his cologne, all enveloped her at once and she wrapped herself around him, ready to thank him in a way he’d never forget.
Yeah, so fair warning: if you are already a Liz Crowe fan this book will make you sweaty and need a cold shower. If you are NOT and this is your first time with me (I'll be gentle) note that this book represents the most "traditional" of my romance novels. I really love it and hope you will too.
It's ONLY $1.99 on all ebook retailing platforms TODAY! CLICK YOUR PREFERRED RETAILER BELOW!
AMAZONB&NSMASHWORDSITUNES
OH! And I'm running a little contest to celebrate. Join in and you could win a 6-month Kindle Unlimited Membership (among other things!)
CLICK HERE TO ENTER!
Liz's other Menage Fantasy novels include (click each title to read more):
Honey Red
Essence of Time
Lust on Tap
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