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Monday, 31 August 2015

Week 52 #MasturbationMonday - The Anniversary Edition - Andi and Toni #erotic #excerpt

Happy One Year Anniversary, to Kayla Lords and the rest of the Masturbation Monday Crew, too!

The rules are simple
Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make our readers want to masturbate.

http://masturbationmonday.kaylalords.com/masturbation-monday-week-22/


An f/f scene from m/f/f  erotic romance
Streetlight People 


 Then Toni was there. Insinuating herself into our twosome. She touched us both, running a hand up my side and up his. My hands stilled on his pulsing flesh. I couldn’t seem to do too many things at once.

Toni moved in on us, her bare skin touching ours. She’d removed the rest of her clothing. Street and I were still kissing, then her lips were there too. She was kissing both of us. Street opened his mouth wider and she inserted her tongue. He retreated and I reluctantly released my hold on his magnificent cock. Then there was just her mouth on the side of mine. It was up to me. I had to shift my mouth over hers or move away.

I hesitated, but I felt Street caressing the side of my breast. I knew that he was still there and, weirdly, it comforted me.

Toni moved her hand to the side of my face as she tried to coax me to interact with her.

I was slow, but finally I moved so our lips were positioned. I kissed her, closed-mouthed at first. She seemed okay with that. As if she’d allow me to set the pace. But her hands were more convincing. She skimmed them softly from the curve of my neck over my shoulders, down my arms. She stroked softly over my back, all the while letting me kiss and peck at her lips timidly. And my body responded, her fingers causing goosebumps wherever they trailed.

I wasn’t ready for it, but she moved her hand between my legs. With her fingers, she dived into the slick folds and I realised that I was still fully aroused. The heat and the rush of wetness was all right there. There was no hiding it from her. I felt her hum against my lips, as if she liked how it felt.

She used one of her fingers to slowly circle my clit, and my mouth opened on a silent moan of pleasure at the current of electricity that shot through me. God, it felt good. But I pushed her hand away. If she kept that up, I’d come again. I wanted to give some pleasure, instead of always taking it.

I wanted to know what it was like to kiss her, like I’d kissed Street. Would it be different?

I seized either side of her head and opened my mouth over hers. She froze for a split second, as if she hadn’t expected me to take over, but when I did, she allowed me to. I touched my tongue to hers, hesitantly at first, but when she responded in kind, I felt another pulse of excitement.

She moved closer to me. I felt her skin against mine. It was warm and smooth, almost delicate. I wondered if I felt that way to her. She moved her body over mine and I felt our nipples catch. I gasped at the sensation. We broke apart and stared at each other. My chest was rising and falling rapidly as I tried to breathe. She was out of breath too. I watched, captivated by the little hard buds rising and falling in my line of sight. She kneed her way closer to me on the bed, took her own breast in her hand and arched her back towards me. She circled her nipple around mine.

It felt so good. I looked at her, wondering if she was feeling even a fraction of what I was. Her mouth was open and her eyes were half closed.

I felt Street’s weight lift off the bed as she made another circle, nipple to nipple.

I exhaled hard again. I wanted more. I lifted my shaking right hand and I touched Toni’s other breast, hesitantly cupping it, squeezing the soft flesh before tweaking the hardened bud between my fingers. When the little bumps around her areola hardened too, I felt a rush of satisfaction—the same kind of power I’d felt when I’d known Street had ejaculated over little more than bumping and grinding. Could I do the same to her, as unskilled as I was at making love to a woman? But I knew what I liked. I had that to go on.
 
Before long we were rubbing our tits all over each other, trying to achieve that next little plateau of arousal.

Toni grabbed my head and dived at my lips. We kissed each other, just like I had Street. The only difference was that she liked to flick her tongue a whole lot faster, which made me think that was the rhythm she would like in other places. I wanted to try it out.

I broke free from her hold and dipped my head. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this, but I did it. I kissed her taut nipple.
 
She inhaled sharply.

I shaped my lips around the bud, giving it the slightest little suck, then I circled my tongue around it. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time.
 
Toni took my other hand and guided it to her other breast. Duh. I should have known that. It was what I liked too.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and wet them with my own saliva before stroking the slickness all over her other nipple, so my fingers slid nicely over her taut skin. It took me a moment to get my tongue in sync with my fingers but when I did, she groaned with pleasure and thrust her hips towards me. A tiny little pulse started to throb between my legs. Her arousal was stoking my own. And once my mind went there, I wanted to touch her there.

I wasn’t sure if I was coordinated enough to keep stimulating her nipple with my mouth and touch her pussy at the same time. At least, not yet. I might need some practice. So I released her breast. She moaned her displeasure, but when I skimmed my palm over her stomach on a path down to her pussy, her breath hitched with anticipation.

I hit a patch of hair. Almost stubble-like, as if it were just growing back. I didn’t know if I liked that. But as I curved my fingers lower and shaped them around her lips, they were smooth. I liked that.

I slid my hand between her legs, reaching as far as I could go, using my thumb against her leg as a guide. She opened her stance a little wider for my exploration. I cupped her firm ass with my other hand, holding her steady, then dipped my fingers into the slippery slit.

She closed her eyes and breathed heavily through her nose, her mouth shut, her jaw tight with tension.

I looked around the room, trying to locate Street. He was standing about ten feet away, watching us, gloriously naked, his eyes heavy with arousal. He was touching himself. He knew that I was watching but it didn’t stop him. He looked right at me and gave his straining cock a long, slow stroke before sliding his large hand almost to the tip, where he choked it quickly, just as I had been doing for him not so long ago. His face contorted with the tension he fought against. My lips parted as I watched him. I wanted to jerk him off. He didn’t need to do it himself.

My hands had stilled again. It would seem that I couldn’t concentrate on one body while craving another. I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted to flit from one sweet treat to another, ready and eager to sample them all, not wanting to miss out on any but so distracted by so many new and different delights that I could not keep my mind on just one. My father had always said I couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time.

“Andi,” Toni breathed my name beside me. She took my wrist and moved my arm, sending my fingers deeper into her slick heat, reminding me. “Please.”

I shook my head slightly, hesitating, still locked on Street’s dark eyes. He gave me a lift of his chin, encouraging me to continue with Toni.

I tore my gaze from his. I could see she needed some relief. Her eyes were almost desperate, in a glassy kind of haze of desire. I was two orgasms up on her.

I waggled my fingers all around her wet pussy, teasing, almost tickling before easing my middle finger inside her. The lubricated, soft, tissuey walls closed around it and we both gasped at the sensation. I knew how she was feeling but I was also experiencing from the other side, maybe understanding what it felt like for a guy when he gave a woman pleasure. My own pussy flooded with that lush, heavy need.


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“Mmm,” she hummed, bearing down on my hand. I started to prime her, sliding in and out of her slowly.

She coaxed me back towards her lips and we began kissing again. I wasn’t shy about it now. I liked it. She tasted good and she was an excellent kisser.

Toni pushed my hand out from between her legs, because again, I couldn’t seem to do two things at once. I hadn’t realised it, but once we’d started necking I’d stopped fingering her. When had I developed sexual ADD?

Toni’s hands were still against my cheeks, holding me. She pulled my lips hard against hers, and for a moment we had a battle of wills. She wanted to take me over but I wasn’t sure that I wanted her to have the upper hand. It was one thing to let a male think he was in charge when I was in a sexual situation. Sometimes I wanted the guy to take the lead—I
wanted to play the damsel—and sometimes I didn’t. I wasn’t sure why, but in this case, I didn’t want one of us to have more power than the other. Okay, I didn’t want her to have more over me, I guessed. We were either going to be equals here, or I was heading back over to Street, where I knew the rules.

I grabbed her right back and we struggled, lips and tongues clashing. Toni made a sound in the back of her throat and all of a sudden everything changed, softened. She became pliable. It was my turn to stop and stare. Even her adversarial expression had gone. And the look she gave me make my pussy rush again, all heavy and tingling.

I stared at her mouth, plump and wet. I’d done that, I thought. I kissed her again, but the way I thought we should kiss. Soft and sweet. We didn’t have to be rough with each other. And oh, God, was it good.

From there, it was give and take. I slid my fingers delicately over the sides of her breasts and she did the same to me. My nipples hardened at the soft touch. I was too busy with my tongue in her mouth to know if hers pearled, so I reached with my thumbs, pleased to find that they were as stiff as mine felt. Then she circled my taut buds. I gasped as her touch sent a delectable shockwave straight to my pussy.

She seemed to know what I needed. Snaking her hands around my back, she gripped my ass and pulled my pussy against hers. Ahh, the pressure. It was just what I craved. I slid my hands behind her and did the same to her. We rocked against each other until she broke the hold to once again trail her fingers through my wet folds.

“You are so slick,” she whispered.

I wanted to feel her too. I ran my fingers back over her lips until I hit her glossy moisture. “So are you,” I said, on a half laugh. 

I ran my middle finger forward until I found her clit. She kept her eyes on mine as she followed the same action, finding my burning nub with her fingertip.

I started circling hers. She rounded mine. I watched her face as she enjoyed my touch, knowing that I was mirroring her pleasure.

Street’s weight sinking onto the bed signalled to Toni and me that he was going to join our little party. I knew what I was going to need shortly, and I wondered how we were going to work this out. We were short on male body parts and I wanted his dick embedded deep inside me. Although I was enjoying my encounter with Toni, I still needed to finish off with a man.


Hope you enjoyed the tease. I want to take a moment to thank Kayla, the master mind behind our weekly Monday hotness. Not only do her prompts give me a creative burst, they also always hold me spellbound. I like to watch them over and over and over again, especially the action .gif(s). I know you all do it too. I'd like to wish Kayla and all of the Masturbation Monday participants a Happy One Year Anniversary and thank you and our readers for all your love and support. Cheers!
Happy M-Monday, y'all! 
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Sunday, 30 August 2015

#WeWriWa #8sunday Teaser 5 - Rising From the Darkness




This week I'm sharing another excerpt from
Book 4 in the Lustful Possession Series

On the flight over to Ireland, Arnie filled Mishel in on the bizarre
circumstances that had brought his parents together.


“Your dad was still pretty much a newbie, still learning the ropes as far as
paranormal investigation. We did this Halloween event at a place called the Allen House. It had a colourful history and the owners swore it was haunted. I’d been there myself several times and didn’t document a single thing.” Arnie opened a bag of airline peanuts.


“But that evening, it was the first night that your mom and dad met, and they had the supernatural experience of a lifetime.”


 “Oh yeah?” Mish sat on the edge of his seat wondering why his folks never shared this with him.
 

“I don’t really know how to tell you this, kid.”

I hope you enjoyed this tease from Rising from the Darkness (Lustful Possession #4) [paranormal, erotic, m/m romance]

When mired in the darkness seek the light…

Against his mother’s wishes, Mishel Hewes decides to accompany his “uncle” Arnie Rollison on his yearly sabbatical to Ireland. Not a pleasure trip by any means, but to commemorate the twenty-fifth anniversary of the day that Cairnnon Castle fell.

But once in Ireland the pair find that Castle Cairnnon is being resurrected at an alarming rate, by some unknown benefactor. And Arnie’s first concern is for the body of the young intern he’d lost when the Castle toppled a quarter of a century before. A proper burial for the young woman was something Mishel’s uncle had always wished to provide for her, when her remains were finally unearthed.

Hoping to provide some solace for his adoptive uncle, Mish gets himself hired on the construction crew, which isn’t a hardship with all those hard bodies around. However, once inside the creepy stronghold Mish is plagued by the same strange phenomenon that had once threatened his father, many years before, on the ill-fated trip. Sick and suffering from the horrible affects of the elemental within, Mish falls to his knees, convinced he is at death’s door. But what he finds instead can only be described as a miracle. Or perhaps, one blessing is just another curse.


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Saturday, 29 August 2015

#MySexySaturday Sexy Has 'It' #Saturday7 from Rock Me Gently #erotic #romance

Welcome to the 107th week of My Sexy Saturday.


This week’s theme: Sexy Has It

The Rules: 
Post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words from a WIP or something already published.

I think Jase West has 'It'. Here's a sexy snip from Rock Me Gently 

Just getting back in the dating game after a nasty divorce Lainey gets a little frisky while comparing tattoos with the former rock star...

“I’ll take off my shirt if you take off yours.” Jase grinned.

“What, ya got a girl’s name on you that you don’t want me to see? Maybe some naked woman?”


“No. But tit for tat, baby, you show me yours.” He grinned evilly while pulling lightly on the elastic holding her peasant blouse off her shoulders. “And I’ll show you mine.


“I already showed you mine,” she said unable to keep a straight face.
 

“Nah-uh. You know exactly what I mean. You show me your tits and I’ll show you my tats.”
 

“Why, Mr Westlake, I cannot believe that you would use that kind of language. Do you use that mouth when you teach your students?”
 

He lowered himself until his face was just a whisper from hers. “I’m not Mr Westlake here, I’m just Jase and you’re just Lainey and do you really wish for me to tell you what this mouth can do? Or better yet I’ll show you.”


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Friday, 28 August 2015

#NewRelease A Taste For Three by Rebecca Black @Northerngirl76 #mfm #menage

Please Welcome the lovely and talented, Rebecca Black with brand new debut release, A Taste For Three. I am so excited for you all to get to know this author. You're gonna love the way she tells a story...

Take it away RB...

Thanks so much for hosting me today and letting me give my new book A Taste For Three a big shout out. I love a good menage story, so when I decided to write a book it was always going to involve three people. I think this story has all the ingredients for a spicy menage: two sexy chefs, and a restaurateur, all bringing their special talents to the mix!

I aim to write erotic romance with plenty of heart as well as plenty of hot sex. Here's a little taste just for you...


Blurb:


What's worse than wanting a man she can't have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can't have.


Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?


In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.




Excerpt:


Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.

“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.

She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”

“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.

Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.

“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.

“I don’t understand…”

“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.

“We? What does that mean? I...both of you? But…”

“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”

How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.

But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.

She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.

“What the hell, Ellie?”

“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”

“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”

“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”

Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.

Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”

“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”

“I want it,” she whispered.


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Author Bio:

Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader and an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September '15 Let's Ride (f/f). Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica (http://rebeccablackerotica.com/) and is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati (http://www.cliterati.co.uk/) magazine.


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Thursday, 27 August 2015

#NewRelease Tiger's Mate by @aprilzyon [Bad Alpha Anthology] @evernightpub

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Blurb:

Streak politics, and differences in opinions forced Kurt Owens to choose his own path. While it may be outside of the law in many regards he sees it as ensuring justice for the true victims of crimes when the system fails them. It’s his way of seeing the guilty pay, and keeping his own inner beast in check with the violence, and blood it craves.

Everyone thinks having a super power would be great. Alexa Harold would beg to differ. She’s been cursed to see ghosts, the dead not yet having gone to their final resting place, or judgment, or wherever they belong. They track her down, and harass her until she’s ready to go mad. Learning early in life what she needs to avoid has been the only saving grace in keeping her sanity intact.

Then she sees a man who couldn’t possibly be real. It was just her luck that such a prime specimen would in fact be deceased. Only he isn’t, and he’s taking notice of her. With a little temptation, some mystery, and a taunt he leaves her wanting more.

Kurt never thought he’d find his mate outside of the streak, or streak functions. While those of a supernatural inclination aren’t exactly rare, they have had to be careful and keep their population down. Alexa is the woman for him the only one he could ever want or need. And when her life is put in danger by his own past Kurt won’t stop until everyone understands to get to this tiger’s mate, they’ll have to get through him.

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Excerpt:

Wrapping his hand around the fresh longneck the bartender slid his way, Kurt lifted it to his lips to take a long drink. His contact was late. Never a good sign when the guy who did all his go-between work wasn’t on time. Especially when it was payday.

Kurt would give the man another half hour before hunting his ass down. Any longer than that and the ditzy blonde at the other end of the bar might garner up some courage to come talk to him. Her friends had been daring her to since they’d caught sight of him. So far she’d resisted their urging despite the number of hungry looks she’d sent his way.

While he had zero problems hooking up with some random, preferably nameless, chick in a bar, that one looked like serious trouble. He could have given anyone a multitude of reasons why. Namely he knew she was trouble by the two thousand dollar shoes, one and a half thou handbag, and he didn’t even want to tally up her outfit. Kurt wasn’t a connoisseur of fashion, not even close, but he’d been around enough to start to recognize the brand names. He had to be observant in what he did, as otherwise he’d end up dead.

He took another long pull from the bottle, camouflaging his perusal of the group so that they wouldn’t perceive it as interest. The blonde was downing shots. Freaking fan-fucking-tastic. If she put enough down, she’d likely get up the courage to actually wobble over in her overpriced stilettos. Not what he wanted tonight. He was here to get paid for the job he’d completed, and then he was going to find a place where no one knew him to crash for many hours of peaceful slumber.

Tensing, he felt someone getting close he let out a breath. Only the waitress. He’d chosen the end of the bar with the wall to his back so he could see the entire place, and so no one could get too close without him knowing. While it sucked if he had to bail, it was tactically the wisest location in case trouble came calling.

And blonde bimbo was making her move. Son of a fucking bitch. She tottered across the bar, closing the distance between them as he waved the bartender over for another cold one. Relief crashed through him as his contact slid onto the empty seat at Kurt’s side.

“Sorry, man, fucking accident six blocks over fucked me right up. I’m late. I sincerely apologize. Didn’t know it was there until I was in the thick of the shit. It’s truly amazing how perfectly decent human beings turn into the Grim fucking Reaper when there’s a DOA at a crash. Couldn’t get a single one of them to move enough to let me through. Fuckers all looked at me like I was the douchebag.”

Lenny signaled the bartender when he’d finished his spiel. Kurt gave the man a few moments to take a drink before he acknowledged him. “No worries,” he said quietly. He didn’t bother mentioning he’d been mere minutes from heading out to hunt his scrawny ass down. No reason to upset the little guy unduly. Besides, Lenny knew what Kurt would do to him if the man didn’t show up for a meet.

“I tucked it into the usual spot,” Lenny said. Which meant Kurt’s payment was secured in Kurt’s truck in the lockbox in the back. “I may have another gig for you. I’ll need to do some background, and check a few of the less clear details, but I should know something in a couple of days.”

Kurt gave a slow nod. The blonde was back at the table of idiotic sorority types downing more shots. “Shoot me a text for a meet when you feel confident about it.”

While Lenny might give the impression of being the unreliable sort, Kurt did trust him. To a degree. The man brokered all the deals, kept Kurt out of it all, and ensured Kurt got paid for what he did. Doing what he did, it wasn’t like Kurt could set up a web page and advertise. That was just begging for a one way ticket to a ten by eight cell for life, if not the chair.

Tipping his beer up he did another visual sweep of the place. Movement from the end of the bar near the girls caught his attention. Son of a … bikers, why the hell is it always bikers? Most were good guys even if they did shit that had the law on their asses most of the time. Then there were the wannabes who acted tough, blew smoke, and basically started shit. The guys making lewd gestures to one another about the sorority sisters were very definitely in the second category.

Big, scary looking, and assholes. They’d also been drinking so it was a situation ripe, and ready to explode. Setting his beer down Kurt turned slightly. “You may want to finish that up, and clear out. There’s about to be trouble in here.”

Kurt was itching for a fight. His last job had gone smoothly, too smoothly for him. He was a hands-on sort that liked to get good and bloody. The biker assholes might finally give him a way to let off a bit of steam. And if he happened to break a few of their bones or faces, all the better in his mind. While Kurt’s conscience didn’t pipe up all that often, there was no way he’d risk the guy that was his go-to man.

“Uh, shit, right.” Lenny chugged the last of his beer quickly. He reached to his pocket.

“I got it, go.” Kurt pulled off a couple of bills to pay for his beers and Lenny’s. The man took a cut off every job Kurt completed, which was all of them because he was that fucking good, but Kurt still paid for his drinks at every meet.

“One of these days I will pay for a drink, you know.”

“You can try, but we both know who has the better and faster moves. Now go. You’re no use to me in a hospital.”

“The love and concern for my wellbeing I feel pouring off you warms my heart.”

Hearing the sarcasm Kurt turned his eyes on the other man, and growled. Not some pissy ass sound a human could make, but a sound only a born predator could pull from the bowels of his gut.

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Tiger's Mate is part of the Bad Alpha anthology published with Evernight Publishing. I am honored to be part of this anthology with these other amazing authors. Simply fabulous men and women.
April Zyon (me!)

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Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Cover Reveal ~ A Taste For Three #mmf #menage by Rebecca Black @Northerngirl76 @evernightpub


I'm so excited to introduce my friend and fellow Evernight author, the lovely and talented Rebecca Black...



Thanks so much for hosting me today and letting me give my new book A Taste For Three a big shout out.


It's here at last!! The wonderful Jay Aheer has created a sumptuous cover for A Taste For Three. I really, really love it and hope you do too.

A Taste for Three (m/m/f menage) comes out this Friday 28th August from Evernight Publishing. Here's a little taste just for you...


BLURB: 

What's worse than wanting a man she can't have? Wanting his best friend as well, that’s what. Double the torture, double the sexual frustration, and double the pain in her heart when she desires everything she can't have.

Chef Ellie Masters has a problem. Not only is she in love with two gorgeous men, but they both just happen to be her bosses. She’s holding back for all the right reasons, but is there a way for them to be together or will their powerful sexual attraction tear them apart?

In the sensual world of their French restaurant, Jack Quinn and Nate Johnson must find a way to level the playing field if they want more than just sumptuous food from their talented chef. Going to work has never been so sexy. A Taste for Three will leave you savouring this delicious menage and wanting more.


EXCERPT:

Her gaze moved from one to the other with an expectant look on her face. Her eyes rested on Jack when he leaned forward to rest his arms on the table. His beer was between his big hands and she watched his fingers trace the drops of condensation as they raced down the bottle.

“Us.” Jack’s hazel eyes locked with hers.

She swallowed. Hard. “Us? What do you mean?”

“The three of us. There’s more going on between us than just work.” His words held a note of conviction.

Oh God! He said three. He definitely said three. They couldn’t possibly know that she wanted both of them, could they? How the hell had she given that away? She thought she’d been so professional with them.

“Stop panicking, Ellie. Nothing we say or do from now on will affect our plans for the restaurants.” Nate’s calming words helped to some extent, but she still hadn’t taken her eyes off Jack. He was watching her like he expected her to run at any moment. He looked like he’d enjoy chasing her down and catching her too.

“I don’t understand…”

“We want you, Ellie. We need to know if you feel the same way.” Jack stated.

“We? What does that mean? I...both of you? But…”

“Yes. We want you. We need to know if you feel the same. Would you be prepared to be with us both?”

How was she supposed to respond to that? Nothing in her limited experience with men had prepared her for this conversation. She couldn’t see how anything good—well, apart from the sex—was going to come from this. How were they supposed to juggle working together, fucking, and being in a threesome? She wanted to though, so badly. Oh God, just the thought of having both of them.

But she just couldn’t risk it. What would happen when it was over? How could they possibly remain friends and work together? She’d be completely alone again if she had to leave. Her brain felt like it was in danger of a full meltdown. The temptation to run was strong and before she knew what she was doing, she’d jumped up. Her chair fell back. A distant part of her brain knew this wasn’t the most dignified way to handle this, but her fight or flight response was definitely urging her to get the hell out of there and not make a massive mistake.

She vaguely registered Nate’s shocked expression turning into a fleeting look of distress, but she didn’t get far before a steely arm grabbed her around her waist, yanking her off her feet. She was fairly sure she let out a little squeal as she landed on Jack’s lap.

“What the hell, Ellie?”

“Jack, calm down. She’s obviously freaked out.”

“I get that, but when did running away solve anything? We’re all adults here. If she doesn’t want this, all she has to do is say no.”

“We’ve gone about this all wrong, come on too strong. She’s scared. God, Ellie, we never wanted that. We just want to be with you. That’s all we’ve ever wanted.”

Jack’s arm held her firmly around her middle while his other hand rested on her hip.

Her heart was still trying to beat its way out of her chest, but she couldn’t ignore the heat emanating from his body. The hand on her hip kept gently, rhythmically flexing and releasing. She started to relax as she quietly listened to their words. She could hear the anxiety in both their voices and felt a rush of guilt at how she’d reacted. She was such a naive idiot—but she’d beat herself up for that later. Right now, she needed to make things right with the two most important men in her life.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have tried to run off like that.”

“Jesus, don’t apologize, Ellie.” Nate reached across the table to take her hand. “It’s ok that you don’t want this. We’ll carry on and forget we ever mentioned it. Nothing needs to change—”
 
“I want it,” she whispered. 

Author Bio:

Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader and an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies and another book due out with Evernight in September '15 Let's Ride (f/f). Rebecca blogs regularly at Rebecca Black Erotica (http://rebeccablackerotica.com/) and is a contributor to the fantastic Cliterati magazine.
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