Check out my threesome partner…
I am talking threesome as in one of the authors in the anthology I’m in, you dirty minded, awesome readers!!!! lol I’m part of a fabulous anthology being published by St. Martins, coming this January 5th. This gi-normous book, featuring HOT werewolves, also has 2 other ladies. One of them is….
Kate Douglas
Her story in the anthology is called, Feral Passions.
Welcome to Feral Passions, a luxurious private resort nestled in a wolf preserve and staffed by dangerously sexy men, making it a haven for women who want to get away from it all. But Feral Passions is a front for a deeper, sexier secret-it’s a hunting ground for these men. Men focused on meeting each woman’s every need. Men who are also the beautiful wolves running wild…and who are looking for mates.
Chereza Dubios is more comfortable solving math equations than she is with her voluptuous body and meeting men. But when her younger sister and best friend trick her into vacationing at Feral Passions, Cherry finds herself attracted and torn between two men who find her curvy body and intelligent mind irresistible. Two men who share a secret-one they want to share her.
But that takes trust-can Cherry open herself to love with two sensual and powerful werewolves?
Kate’s written a very naughty story but I know you’ll love it. lol.
“The next thing we knew…” Christa glanced at Steph.
“We were getting naked.”
“All four of you?” Cherry burst out laughing. And she’d been worried about what the girls would think of her! “Well? Then what happened?”
Steph and Christa looked at each other and blushed. Again. Steph took a deep breath, let it out. “I guess you could say that anything that two men and two women who find each other attractive can do with one another got done. More than once.”
A story about a wolf who can’t help himself when it comes to her.
A truly handsome guy, the sexiest guy she’d ever met, lost control because of her. Oh. My.
A hero determined to make her feel special.
“That was a first for me. I have never, not once, come all over myself while making a woman orgasm.” He kissed her again. “Now, when I tell you that you’re hot and you turn me on, will you stop arguing with me?”
And, because I know you like a naughty tease!
“Ya know those romances you read?” Christa glanced at Steph and then focused on Cherry. “The ones with all the wild sex in them? Well, I can now tell you that yes, it is possible for two men and two women to get it on and all get off at the same time.”
Steph shrugged. “Well, it did take us a couple of tries to get it right.”
“I know.” Christa gazed at Cherry. “I think we need more practice tonight.”
Check Kate out on her website at http://www.katedouglas.com
Or even better…grab a copy of GROWL.
Excerpt
As Brad led Cherry toward a trail that angled away from the big lodge and away from Christa and Steph, Cherry felt a moment of panic. She hadn’t thought about the fact they’d be in individual cabins—she’d pictured the lodge as a large hotel with separate rooms. Not only were they rooming by themselves, she didn’t even know which cabins Steph and Christa would be staying in. She glanced over her shoulder as her sister and Steph disappeared into the woods, and then she turned and almost ran into Brad.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Flustered, she realized she’d slapped her hand to her chest like an old lady with the vapors, which had her feeling like a fool. Heat raced over her chest and face and she knew he was thinking she was an idiot, a complete loser. Her eyes filled with tears.
“You okay?” He set the bags down on the hard-packed trail.
She dug through her handbag for a tissue but she didn’t look at him. “Fine,” she mumbled. This was all a mistake. She never should have come, it was….
“Hey, Cherry. Whatever it is, it’s not worth tears.”
Arms wrapped around her. Strong, warm arms pulling her close against a broad chest, so close she heard his heart beat, felt the steady thud, thud, thud against her cheek. He smelled so good. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had hugged her, and there’d never been one that smelled of pine forest and wood smoke. She should pull away, she really should, but he was holding her close and stroking her hair, and whispering stuff she couldn’t really hear, and she was just so damned tired from the long drive, and so…she wasn’t sure what to call it. Vulnerable? But somehow, even though he was a stranger, even though he was probably the most beautiful man she’d ever seen and that alone should scare her to death, it settled her.
He settled her.
She sniffed, drew in a shuddering breath, and sniffed again. He shoved a clean white handkerchief into her hand. “I’m a firm believer in the healing value of a good hug. You okay?”
When she nodded, he leaned over and grabbed her heavy suitcase in one hand and threw the strap to her second bag over his shoulder. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose and then didn’t know what to do with the handkerchief.
He took it from her with his free hand, wiped a tear she’d missed, and then stuck the soggy thing into his pocket.
“I’ll wash it…”
“Forget about it. I’ll take care of it. You must be exhausted after that long drive. Let’s get you to your cabin.”
They were only a short distance away, but with the trees all around and ferns lining the trail, it was as if they’d stepped into the deepest, darkest woods. Still rattled, Cherry followed him up the steps, across a small front porch and into the cutest little log cabin she’d ever seen. Surrounded by trees but with the front of the cabin in sunlight, it fit like a natural addition to the forest. Inside was a large bed at the back, a sitting area near the front window with four chairs, a bathroom with a huge shower, a tiny kitchenette with a coffeemaker and a microwave, small refrigerator, and a cupboard stuffed with chips and all kinds of munchies.
Brad set her suitcase on stand beside an old-fashioned Shaker style armoire that was well over six feet tall. Her smaller bag went on the floor beside it. Inside, there was more than enough space to hang the clothes she needed to hang, and plenty of drawers along one side for all the little things.
“That’s beautiful.” She ran her hands over the smooth wood, glanced around the small room and realized all the furniture matched. Simple, solid, and very utilitarian, but also an incredible fit to the style of the rough-hewn log cabin. “Is it antique? It looks really old.”
“Some pieces might be, though I don’t know which ones. Depends on whether Trak made it, or his father, or his grandfather. Their woodworking skills are a family trait.”
He turned to Cherry and lightly rubbed her shoulder. She automatically tensed, but his warm hand quickly had her feeling about as tense as sun-warmed honey.
“Relax, Cherry. You’re wound too tight for this place. You need to let it all go, relax, and just put yourself in my hands. Or Cain’s.” He slowly turned her to face him and rested his hands on her hips. She felt their heat through her yoga pants and almost sighed—but she didn’t even think of pulling away.
“Cain’s the resort’s masseuse, and I swear the man has magic fingers. I have to go back to the bar, now. The ladies on the deck are probably ready for a refill. Don’t be too long.”
She loved the way his voice rumbled up out of his chest. Deep and sexy, to go with those soulful brown eyes and thick, dark hair. “Tonight’s all about relaxing,” he said. “A drink, a good dinner, maybe a massage later, a walk in the moonlight or time to sit by the fire in the main lodge with a glass of good port or a decadent dessert. We’re all about helping you relax so you can enjoy the peace and quiet.”
With his hands still resting loosely on her hips, his lips curved up in a smile she felt all the way to her toes. The man was dangerous. Her heart had to be hammering a million beats a minute, but he was just so…so…
Cocking his head to one side, he gazed intently into her eyes. “Now are you going to be able to find your way to the lodge? It’s only about fifty yards. Just follow the path out the front door and go back the way we came. If you’re not at the bar in twenty minutes, I’m going to send someone after you.”
“I think I can find the way.” She couldn’t shake her gaze from his. He blinked once and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Almost as if he read her mind, his head lowered and his lips met hers. Shocked, Cherry gasped, her lips parted, and Brad deepened the kiss. She lost herself in the warm pressure of his lips, the minty taste of his mouth, the unexpected but welcome thrust of his tongue.
Surprise quickly faded into desire, and when he pulled her close, Cherry didn’t even think of fighting his embrace. No, because all she could think of was the heat and the size of the larger-than-life erection pressing against her stomach. Much too soon, he slowly, sweetly ended the kiss. Then he leaned his forehead against hers and whispered, “Eighteen minutes.”
She felt his heart pounding in his chest, almost as loud as hers. He rubbed his bristly chin across the side of her throat, sending chills along her spine. “I’m sorry you’re only here for a week. That’s not going to be nearly long enough.”
She didn’t know what to say. Could barely make her lungs work to draw each breath, but it didn’t seem to matter. Brad smiled at her, and he was even better looking, if that was at all possible, when he smiled. Then he leaned close and kissed the tip of her nose, and without another word was out the door and gone.
Stunned, Cherry stared at the door he’d closed on his way out. Her heart pounded in her chest and all her girl parts clenched as if she’d just spent an hour with her favorite vibrator. She might have thought he was leading her on—just playing with her—but when he kissed her, she’d felt him. Brad was erect, the hard length of him pressed close against her belly, so long and solid she was actually wet from wanting him.
Guys could fake a lot of things, but she’d never known one who could fake an erection.
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Oooh. With an hot excerpt like that, I know you’re dying for more…
