Archive for April, 2009

A m?nage…what some women fantasize about.? Two men whose sole purpose is to pleasure her.? Imagine… Two sets of lips, two sets of hands, two sets of…. Well, you get the point.? But let me give you a few more visual examples from some of my books.

Let’s start with Cass, Doug and Damon from Bare Seduction, part of the Bare Love series.

She wanted to give in to them and they all knew it.

“Call it a seduction if you want,” Damon told her, “just don’t say no.”

Cass let out her breath with a moan when Damon cupped her breasts and used his thumbs to rub back and forth across her nipples. She was too hungry, too needy, too weak and there was no way that she could walk away from the ultimate fantasy of these two men. “Yes,” she moaned, “God, yes, I want you, I want this night.”

The next thing Cass knew her dress was being lifted over her head and tossed to the floor; her bra was unsnapped and eased from her body at the same time that her panties were being pushed down her thighs and over her heels. Then she was before them gloriously naked and they were eating her with their eyes. She was lifted and placed gently on her back across the bed. Doug and Damon stood for only a moment stripping quickly out of their own clothes-so quickly that she didn’t know where to look and ended up not seeing nearly enough. Too quickly they joined her, Doug moving up to her face and kissing her intensely, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and claiming her with such passion that she felt lost, sucked under, left gasping for breath. Damon was kissing and licking his way across her flat abdomen working toward the wet folds of her gleaming pussy.

Doug worked his way back down her neck and across her collar bone before moving to the aching tips of her swollen breasts. Damon was nipping and sucking at the tender flesh of her inner thighs stroking his tongue closer and closer to where she wanted it. Then as if they had planned it they moved exactly where she needed them. Doug took her nipple in his mouth sucking it hard with firm pulls while Damon used his fingers to spread the lips of her pussy and thrust his tongue inside, feeding on her sweet flesh. It was a perfect seduction of all of her senses and she was an eager participant. Cass screamed and bucked against them in mindless pleasure. They were everywhere, hands, lips, tongues, teeth. There wasn’t a part of her that was left alone.

(From Bare Seduction by Lacey Thorn)

Wet your appetite?? Want another quick look inside a m?nage?? Let’s take a look at the world of Maggie.

Resolve filled her, giving her the courage to walk up to the door the two men had entered more than an hour before. An hour she had spent sitting in the car watching. It was now or never. Maggie took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock, but she didn’t need to. The door opened and the taller, leaner of the two men stood before her in nothing but a pair of jeans which rode low on his hips. His chest was covered with a smattering of dark hair that encircled each nipple and trailed down over his abdomen disappearing into his waistband. He was sexy enough to have her mouth and more intimate places filling with fluid. But when he parted his lips and spoke in a husky British accent she could actually feel herself melting like butter.

“We were wondering how long it would take you to head this way love.” His voice slipped down her spine leaving a fiery warmth coursing through her. She was more than ready for her plan, more than ready to do anything he asked of her.

“You knew I was here?” It was a whisper, all she could manage with her heart galloping in her chest.

“We’ve been watching you since you arrived.” It was the other who spoke this time and he had the sweet southern tones of a Texas man. You could hear the “aw, shucks” in his voice and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that these two must work well together. What one couldn’t get the other would definitely be able to. He was still dressed in the suit from earlier and looked just as heavenly now. Though he was a few inches shorter than the other man he was more muscular and filled the suit out like it was custom made for him. If he moved in the same circles as her father then it probably was.

Thinking about her father was enough of a jolt to snap her out of the lust induced haze and remember that she was there for a reason. A reason that would take care of her itch just fine. Maggie casually moved around the man in front of her entering the motel room as if they had invited her in. She focused on the more dressed of the two and said the first thing that popped into her mind, a habit that she really needed to work on.

“So you like to watch, do you?”

Husky laughter filled the room as both men found her comment amusing. Her own smile trembled on her lips when she heard the door snap shut behind her and the click of the lock being turned.

“Watching is fine,” Mr. Brit said as he moved up close behind her. “But participating is even better.” His hands cupped over her shoulders and as he moved closer into her, there was no mistaking the heavy length of his erection where it touched along her spine.

“Both of you?” It was a question, an invitation, a wish, uttered from her lips as she did all she could to keep from rubbing wantonly back against him.

“Both of us,” South Texas said. He stepped in front of her and when all she did was blink at him he reached out and began to slowly unbutton the top buttons on her shirt. “You want both of us don’t you? Isn’t that why you came?”

“Yes,” she murmured as he changed the angle of his head? to place kisses along each inch of exposed flesh. “Oh, God, yes.”

(Excerpt from Maggie’s M?nage, part of the Brit Party Anthology with Total E Bound)

I hope you enjoyed that little glimpse into the worlds of two women who do share the fantasy of a m?nage.? For more on these two stories or any of my other m?nages please visit www.lacythorn.com and click on the cover to read more.? Remember, adventure and romance might be as close as the book you’ve yet to open.

Lacey Thorn

It’s your world…unlaced

By far, the most popular genre of erotic romance these days is the M/F/M. Let’s face it, a woman with two hot, loving guys who are more than eager to share her? The ultimate fantasy! Over the years, I’ve spoken with women who confessed to having made love with two men at once. I didn’t hear one of them say anything bad about it! lol. One woman said, in fact, that if she’d realized how much she’d miss it, she wouldn’t have gotten married. <G>

However, it would seem to me that the numbers of women who could regularly have two men available for a menage might be lower than we’d all like, and so, reading erotic romances with this configuration is a safe, fun and pleasurable way to live out a fantasy.

The biggest challenge in writing an M/F/M menage is the believability factor. Human beings naturally experience a certain amount of jealousy and possessiveness that would prohibit the free expression of such a delicious combination.?So, the storylines must lead the characters into a natural progression of a menage.

For example, in Manwich, the two heroes are brothers with an unbelievable strong bond between them. Their relationship is such that sharing a woman is something they actually enjoy as well as for the older brother, a way to keep his younger, more emotionally vulnerable brother, close to home, so to speak.

Thankfully, it seems that the menage scenarios I’ve written have managed to be natural enough that readers don’t feel anything is forced between the characters. I certainly have enjoyed writing them and hope to write more in the future. In the meantime, please visit my website at www.sedoniaguillone.com for more!

Excerpt from Kiss of the Werewolves (Now available at Ellora’s Cave!):

Jie remained quiet, sipped his tea while Shao devoured most of the food on the cart. As soon as Shao finished one bowl of food, he’d look up at Jie or Meg, a pleading look in his eyes. One of them would refill the bowl and the food would rapidly disappear once again.

Finally, there was nothing left and Shao sat quietly, looking down, the empty bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

Jie watched him, not moving. He couldn’t help his own need to procrastinate. He didn’t feel quite ready for the next step.

Meg moved first. The way she inched closer to Shao caught Jie’s eye. He glanced up in time to see her hand smooth back Shao’s long hair.

The streak of jealousy heated Jie’s middle again and he looked at Meg’s face, unexpectedly trapped by the sympathetic way she looked at Shao.

“It’s all right, Shao.” Her soft voice was gentle enough to soothe the most agitated being, even Jie’s jealous monster. “No one will hurt you again. I promise.” Her hand left his hair and she gently retrieved the bowl and chopsticks from Shao, setting the items on the cart.

She picked up a cloth napkin and leaned in to Shao. “Let me just clean you off,” she said softly and wiped Shao’s lips and beard as if he were a child rather than a grown man.

Her touch caused Shao’s eyes to darken again and Jie sensed the coiled tension of desire in the lang ren. Jie knew that Shao wanted to spring at her, launch his body onto hers, push her back and take her. Even if Shao had not been Jie’s other half, Jie would have known this because it’s what he, himself, wanted to do to Meg, just about all the time.

Jie stood. His movement made Shao look up. Without speaking, Jie set his teacup on the cart and pushed it away before returning to the seating area. With both Shao and Meg watching him intently, he sank down on the sofa next to Meg.

Shao turned slowly, his gaze now riveted on Jie’s. To Jie’s surprise, there was far less fear now in the lang ren’s eyes. The look in them swirled with caution, desire, need and a touch of challenge.

Shao shifted position. He folded his legs underneath him and then rose up on his knees.

Jie watched, tension coiled in his chest, for what Shao would do next.

To Jie’s surprise, Shao reached out, passed over Meg and grasped Jie’s wrist.

Jie pulled back but Shao fingers tightened. Shao trapped Jie’s gaze in his and he stared back at the lang ren, his own heart pounding again. Jie had an impulse to struggle, to free himself from Shao’s grasp but as the moments passed, he felt his body relax, acquiesce, as if the same pulsing desires had passed through Shao’s hand into Jie’s body.

Jie surrendered. His arm relaxed in Shao’s hold. What would happen in the next moment he didn’t know. Life had shown him that anything was possible. “What are you doing?” he whispered to Shao.

Shao didn’t answer, not even a grunt and Jie glanced at Meg. She’d sunk back against the cushions, watching Shao. Her full breasts rose and fell with deep breaths and the scent of her arousal suddenly churned the air, heady and tangy.

In spite of his tension, Jie responded. His dragon came to life with hunger. The bulge grew, pushed against the front of his jeans. The arousal was so intense, his balls practically throbbed with swirling life. The life force he needed to return to Shao.

At first, Jie tried to fight his churning lust. His breath rasped tightly with the effort of struggle and his arm tensed again under Shao’s commanding pull. Jie’s cock ached now and he could feel the head poking from its sheath to press with a demand of its own against his trousers. His body demanded Meg’s. The yin-soaked cavern between her thighs made him ache to bury his dragon deep inside her.

Shao drew Jie’s hand up and held it just above Meg’s breasts. Jie glanced at Shao. Shao narrowed his eyes and grunted softly. In the next second, Shao pushed down on Jie’s hand. One of Meg’s lush breasts filled Jie’s palm.

Shao grunted again and made Jie’s fingers close around the soft swell over Meg’s silk blouse.

Meg released a deep sigh and the scent of her yin rain surged, strong and hot as if someone were burning Meg-scented incense in the room. “Jie,” she whispered.

Jie stared down at her. Her pale skin was flushed, her soft lips parted, her eyelids heavy. Her soft look of aroused surrender reminded him of the first time he’d ever kissed her, the taste of her supple skin as he’d trailed his tongue up her arm, over her shoulder, onto her neck and then…

Shao’s hand closed over Jie’s, urged Jie to squeeze Meg’s breast in slow, tight circles. Shao’s own breathing rasped heavily, blended with Meg’s and Jie’s. If Jie had been concerned about the process of restoring Shao’s qi to him, he needn’t have.

The lang ren seemed to know exactly how to get his qi back.

-End of Excerpt-

For more of Sedonia’s Menages:

Violette Poole, engaged to a man she hates, flees her father?s home the night of her engagement party. When her father asks family friend Captain Ethan Carrick to look for her, Ethan finds her. However, Violette refuses to go anywhere with him until he makes love to her, ruining her in the eyes of her fianc?.

An afternoon of passionate lovemaking leads to a deeper bond between them and Ethan refuses to return Violette to a man she doesn?t love, especially the man he holds responsible for his brother Charles? ruin. However, Richard Graves, the fianc?, is a fiercer opponent than they expected.

It falls to both Charlie and Ethan to find new and wicked ways to ?ruin? Violette! And when they do, she doesn?t want to live without either of them!

Publisher Note: This book has previously been published elsewhere.

Between Two Captains

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Darelle was brought across by the world’s oldest vampire, yet she retained her soul.

Terrified by her sire’s obsession with her, she escapes him and is rescued by two gorgeous Roman warriors. Not only do they rescue her, but Kane and Gareth claim to be her guardians, fellow vampires of her breed, sworn to pleasure, love and protect her for eternity.

True to their word, they shower her with erotic pleasures beyond imagining, their union strengthening them against the forces they must face. For an evil far greater than her sire’s lust awaits them all?

Darelle’s Trinity

I have a confession to make. I normally don’t set out to write m?nages. Not because I don’t like them–quite the opposite, in fact–but because my story ideas are usually rather straightforward. One man, one woman, engaged in something exciting, with a heavy dose of hot-and-steamy action. See? Simple, right? On occasion, I start out with a story idea that just begs to be written with two male heroes, but again, I stop there. Two men, hot for each other, are forced to overcome some extreme obstacle to find their happy-ever-after.

So how did I end up with nine published m?nage stories? Simple. The characters refused to be involved in anything but a m?nage.

Oh, I tried talking them out of it. I plotted their story a certain way, wrote comprehensive character sheets and in-depth outlines and created entire scene summaries that clearly detailed a one-on-one relationship.

And then my characters laughed at me. Once I sat down and started writing, they had their own ideas about who they were going to love, and who they were going to make love to. Often, it was the characters I least expected to have a starring role that ended up being a major part of the story.

In DIRTY LOVE, a futuristic m?nage, the second hero was supposed to be–wait for it–the villain. So much for that, right? I started writing, and I realized the heroine really, really liked this man. And he wasn’t just pulling the wool over her eyes like I originally thought. No, he was a genuinely nice guy. Then as I later found out, the two heroes had a relationship that went back a long time. So I scrapped all my well-laid plans and let my characters lead the way.

How about a couple of excerpts to illustrate what I mean?

These are from DIRTY LOVE. This first excerpt is taken right out of the scene when I realized that the villain wasn’t going to work as a villain, and that in fact he had a much more important role to play.

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Isy had never been a risk taker. She couldn’t chance being turned in for pursuing a relationship with Connor, but giving in to Trevor wouldn’t be much better. The law was too strict to circumvent. At best, she’d lose her clinic. At worst, her freedom.

Isy ground her teeth, then forced herself to relax her jaw. Not for the first time, she wished she’d been born a century earlier. Life must have been so much simpler in the 1980s.

Damn. Connor was sinful, but Trevor was no less tempting. He was thoughtful, intelligent, attractive. Very attractive, if she had to be honest.

Chiseled cheekbones and a sharp, angular jaw dominated a classically handsome face. Light eyebrows nearly blended into his tanned skin. Blue-gray eyes, faded in contrast to Connor’s blazing sapphire, could make any woman melt under their scrutiny.

He kept his hair trimmed short, only about a quarter of an inch above his smooth scalp. The military style appeared to age some men. Not Trevor. Clean-shaven, he looked a decade younger than his forty-five years. His trim build and the effortless way his loose jeans hugged his lean hips added to the allure.

It would have been so easy to give in to his smooth seduction, yet she’d resisted. For weeks, she’d been pushing him away, coming up with excuse after excuse not to invite him inside. Not to be alone with him.

At the time, she’d convinced herself she was simply done with men. That ship had sailed, as her mother used to say. Society demanded she play the role of celibate spinster the day she turned forty, and she’d been happy enough to act the part.

Hadn’t she?

Apparently not, judging by the way she’d practically thrown herself at Connor just minutes earlier.

Every muscle in Isy’s body tensed as she prepared to push Trevor away again. “I’m sorry, I really am. Maybe some other time.” She forced a smile, but she could feel her lower lip quiver. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out she was nervous, so she dropped the act. “I’m tired, and I still have testing to conduct tonight.”

“I see.” Trevor made no effort to hide the open interest that lit up his eyes. “Anyone promising?”

She chalked it up to professional curiosity. “Perhaps. I’ll let you know.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but nodded instead. “Well, why don’t you keep the food and flowers anyway? Think of me while you’re eating.” He winked. “I’ll think of eating you.”

—

But the real kicker came at the end of the next chapter. Read on… you’ll see what I mean:

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Connor pressed the tips of two fingers against her clit and rubbed slowly in small circles. His gaze pinned hers. “Good?”

She said something incomprehensible. A cry and a moan and his name, all rolled into a sigh of breathless wonder.

He grinned, and the sight of that genuine smile made Isy’s heart do a summersault.

“More?”

Like he had to ask. She licked her lips. “Please.”

So polite. Her voice so damn steady, despite the fact she felt as though she was coming apart at the seams from the inside. The urge to clamp her thighs around Connor’s handsome face and grind her pussy against his mouth knocked the air from her lungs. She fought for control, each breath coming in a harsh, ragged gasp as potent need clamped down on her belly and twisted.

Lust knifed her, and still, Connor went slowly. Maddeningly slowly.

He placed sweet, soft kisses to the inside of her thigh. His warm lips caressed her skin and the tip of his tongue left a wet trail in his wake. Each brush of his mouth felt like a sensual embrace, engulfing her flesh, driving deep inside her where the taut need and the silly girlish fantasies had been lying dormant for so long.

The progress of his mouth wasn’t even a kiss any longer. It was a getting-to-know you exploration, each erotic lick branding her, claiming her.

When he finally reached her pussy, he hovered there, his lips tantalizingly close to her aching center. She felt his breath, every puff stoking flames of raw need, making her quiver while her emotions spiked and spiraled out of control.

One more second. She only had to hold on for one more second and he’d give her what she craved. He’d cover the remainder of the distance and clamp his mouth to her pussy in a soul-shattering, mind-numbing intimate kiss.

She ground her teeth together so hard her jaw hurt. Her fingernails dug into her palms. Her breath jerked in tiny little spasms that held her on the edge of climax. One touch of his lips, one fleeting dab of his tongue, and she’d come so hard and so fast that she’d howl with the endless pleasure of it.

Lightning-fast, before she could even fathom the cruelty of it, Connor rose to his full height. His chin grazed her cheek when he leaned in again to whisper in her ear. “I can do this for hours, Isabel. Hours. And then, just when you think you can’t take any more, you’ll beg me to fuck you. You’ll be so hungry for my cock that you’ll plead with me to shove it inside you and take you, again and again and again.”

“No.” A croak of denial, but she meant it. She couldn’t succumb to the maddening sexual urges. No matter how agonizing they were, or how tantalizing Connor was. She wouldn’t give in.

“No?”

Not Connor. Another voice. A man, somehow familiar.

Isy struggled to make sense of what she was hearing, but her body betrayed her, quaking and making it impossible to think past the agony in her clit and the throbbing heat inside her clenched cunt.

“No,” she repeated. Too dangerous. Too easy to fall, too hard to let go.

Her hands flew to the acute twinge between her legs. She knew her body. One touch would relieve the temporary madness, but she couldn’t do it without her fingers, or Connor’s fingers, or his tongue, or–

Connor was faster. He grabbed her wrists, pushed them together and yanked her hands over her head, holding them there.

Pleasure and pain mingled inside her. She tried to twist out of his grasp and shift on the now-warm surface of the counter. Her pussy left a slick trail of cream along the glossy finish.

“Well, then…”

That voice again. The other one.

“If you won’t take Connor’s cock, have mine.”

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You guessed it. That other voice is Trevor’s, and I guarantee Isy wasn’t half as surprised as I was!

The moral of the story? Let your characters lead the way. They always know best.

And if you want to learn more about Isy, Connor and Trevor, pick up DIRTY LOVE at Amber Heat.

Sex, like any other action in a story, needs to forward the plot. Having a m?nage makes the sex and the plot far more complicated. ?Suspending disbelief is one thing, having characters act out of character (either as an individual or as a gender) is another.

If the m?nage is the happily ever after, there are further complications than whose hand went where and at what time. ?I agonize over my characters’ m?nage scenes and relationships, which is why it is rare for me to write them. Believability and character growth are imperative to forwarding the storyline. Some key things to consider when writing a good m?nage story:

1. Each character must have their own conflicts/resolutions. It’s not just about the sex, though in an erotic story, sex needs to be a part of it. Too often a character (we’ll call him/her “the third”) is left as the quiet, easy to please sort without any hang-ups about the relationship. The third is often left as just that: a third. If removing this individual from the relationship does little to change the overall storyline (outside of creative sexuality) then you haven’t developed that character enough.

Jealousy and nervousness (and definitely uncertainty) are a normal part of a duo, so I’m surprised by how often those emotions are left out of a m?nage story. Also, in a m?nage you have an interesting emotional dynamic. The characters are a triangle of support. Someone is the base, the anchor (and it can be ever changing) while the other two support one another. No part of the triangle can stand on its own, but you gain strength from the collective whole. For the m?nage to work, it has to provide something emotionally satisfying for everyone or what’s the point?

2. There is more to a m?nage than body parts, but those are important too. I love reading a great sex scene, but sometimes I get an unpleasant surprise when I come across biological inaccuracies. I’m a very flexible woman but some of these scenarios I’ve read leave me confused. You need to have a firm picture in your mind of how every motion and movement is going to happen.

And remember…there are places that don’t create a natural lubrication, so keep your heroine’s/hero’s comfort in mind when/if you write an anal scene.

3. Remember life outside the bedroom. Unless your story is strictly erotic exploration, there is life outside the bedroom. If the characters fall apart away from the bed or lose their conflict, you need to strengthen the external/internal plot. It’s natural for relationships to shift as the m?nage forms and solidifies. The beta in the bedroom may not want to sit on the sidelines in a physical conflict.

This goes back to #1: Each character must have their own conflicts/resolutions. These are just some of the things I consider when I write a scene.

Thank you, to Selena for the invitation and to all the readers who’ve come out for m?nage week! I had a wonderful time writing this post and hope you enjoy the rest of the articles!

Happy Reading,
Dawn Montgomery
Action. Adventure. Erotic Romance.
http://www.dawnmontgomery.com/blog
M?nage Stories: http://www.dawnmontgomery.com/books-2/menage-more/

I have to say that when it comes to opinions regarding m?nages, at least in literature, men and women really do part ways. It is clearly a Venus/Mars divide in that when I tell people my new book is a threesome theme, all men want it to be two women on one man, and all female readers want it to be two men pleasing one lucky woman. Ladies, don’t worry, you win. To the great chagrin of my male beta readers, my threesomes to date have all been M/F/M. Sorry, guys!

Why this great divide? Perhaps it is a bit of homophobia on the guys’ part. They are always afraid their “parts” may accidentally touch (and turn them spontaneously gay, I guess. LOL.) Of course there is always that male fantasy of watching two women together so that could be part of it. Though men are such simple creatures perhaps I am reading too much into it.

As for that deep dark fantasy women harbor, being pleased by two men, this may come from a number of places also. First of all, after being the caretaker for everyone else all day long, who wouldn’t long for a little ‘me’ time where two men were totally dedicated to pleasing you? I can’t discount the vanity/competitive factor that comes into play between two women, either. I know I couldn’t enjoy the three-way romp if I was thinking “Are her boobs firmer than mine?” “How come she has no cellulite?” You get the picture.

Anyway, as I mentioned, I have recently entered the dark world of m?nage romance and it’s been a hell of a journey so far. My rodeo cowboy threesome Rough Stock was released December 1^st in both eBook and Print simultaneously and since then it spent weeks on the All Romance eBooks Top 10 best seller list, hit number one at Linden Bay Romance.com and is still an Amazon.com Romance/Western category best seller, thereby proving people love a threesome. Here’s the blurb for Rough Stock, available now.

ROUGH STOCK by CAT JOHNSON

Bronc riders Mason and Clay have shared both good times and bad, but they never expected to share their boss’ daughter, April. Can two friends love one woman, body and soul, without it destroying them?

The heart wants what it wants. For April that means not choosing between the two cowboys she loves, no matter how wrong it may seem inviting them both into her bed. But can the relationship survive when life sends the three lovers in opposite directions?

Filled with hot sex, passion, and realistic characters, and set amid the world of rodeo where life is lived eight seconds at a time, Rough Stock sends author Cat Johnson galloping full speed into the tantalizing realm of m?nage romance.

Read an excerpt at

http://www.lindenbayromance.com/product-roughstock-7245-146.html

My first threesome was so fun to write, I did it again and here is breaking news that I just got myself. The new book, Unridden, has been bumped up in the release schedule and instead of a Fall ’09 release, look for it this May! (Keep your eye on www.catjohnson.net for my long awaited bookcover for that new release, as well as its sequel). Picture it… Two hot bull riding cowboys and one lucky, inquisitive romance writer. That was a blast to write. Though my cowboy consultant, the real life bull rider who helps me with facts and details, now has a major ego issue going since he figured out I modeled one of the cowboy characters after him.

So that is my take on this new m?nage phenomenon taking the romance industry by storm and I thank Selena for providing the forum to air my views. And now I leave you with a question to ponder– if art imitates life and life imitates art, how many threesomes are going on around us right now and we just don’t know about them? Or perhaps, maybe we do. Hmmmm….

Cat Johnson

I was talking to my mom a while ago about my writing. She loves the fact I am writing, but does not love what I write. She has asked me why I write what I do, and I actually have given some thought to that. I write erotic romance, both with m/f pairings, and some with multiple partners. I have to say so far my favorite is the m/f/m or the m/m/f grouping. I have written one m/m/m/f, as well. That was challenging, to say the least. But the point of this is why people write m?nages. We all have different reasons, some of us more than one reason. I have listed only four, there are other reasons, I am sure, though.

1. I’m sick in the head.

I am. That’s all you need to know.

2. I like them.

I do. Okay, I am greedy, I like the thought of two men paying attention to me my characters. Two men being so in love with me my heroine that they are willing to share. Yes, my mother and sisters think the idea is crazy and disgusting, but I don’t. If three people love each other, then they should be able to embrace that love. And you know, even if it isn’t love, if it is just a little bit of fun, they aren’t hurting anyone. If everyone is consenting and wants it, then let them have that fun. A committed triad or a one night threesome, as long as the participants all want it, and it won’t hurt anyone else, who is to say it is wrong?

My first story with Loose-Id, Redesigning Adele has a woman that wants her two best friends, Max and Leo. Although the two men are an established couple they are bisexual. They are also interested in having Adele join their family on a permanent, more intimate basis, a fact she is unaware of. Now this may not be an example of two men putting all their attention on one woman, but it is an example of two men in love with a woman, and being willing to do almost anything to make her happy.

3. They sell well.

They do sell well. Especially when we are talking about Ebooks. Erotic romance continues to be on the rise and m?nages do well in the ebook format. But so does BDSM and you won’t see me writing many, if any, of those. I am fond of saying that I write to entertain, but many people write solely for the income. And m?nages can produce income.

4. It’s sexy and appeals to untapped fantasies.

This reason kind of goes with some of the ones above. Once we’ve grown up, we all learn that often a man’s biggest fantasy is two women in bed at the same time. With him. Sometimes the guy likes the thought of the women getting intimate with each other, sometimes not. But we, as women, aren’t allowed that same fantasy. At least not in polite society. It’s “expected” for men to be “horndogs” but not us women. My sister said that it was okay for a man to be with two women, but any woman that wants to be with two men is “sick” and a “slut.” Now, being the kind of girl I am, that kind of reasoning alone is enough to make me want to write all kinds of m?nages with one female and two males. I take pride in telling “society” and its expectations where to go.

Stowaway, my novella from Ellora’s Cave is definitely about fantasies. Not only is it set in a futuristic world, but Aurelia has not only one or two men that want to be with her, but three. Again, these men are involved with each other, and are in search of something more, someone to finish off their family. This was the challenging one I mentioned above, but it was still a whole lot of fun. Think about it-three men who are hardwired to find the one woman that completes each one of them. Plus, lol, for those nights that she is tired, they still have each other to have fun with.

I could list so many other reasons, m?nages are fun, they are different, etc, but many of those would go with the above mentioned reasons.? Let’s just say that I write m?nages because I like them. I believe in love, I believe in sex, and I believe in fun. Why not mix all three of them in a different way.
Talya is an avid fan of all forms of the printed word. She has been reading for as long as she can remember, and has dreamed of being an author for almost as long. On any given day, when she’s not working, you can find her at the computer or curled up somewhere in her house reading whatever has caught her fancy that week. She has been known to push the limits of her deadlines, or go to work on little to no sleep, only so she can finish a book she is reading.

Talya feels all the reading has helped her to become a better author. She has devoted her professional life to writing fun, erotic stories that make you believe in second chances and happily-ever-afters.

Talya has been published by Ellora’s Cave and Loose-Id with additional stories coming out in the next few months. You can find out more about her at her website, www.talyabosco.com.

1, 2, 3… menages, mmmmmm. What’s not to love? One girl getting special lovin’ from two guys, or one guy getting lovin’ from a girl and a guy. Yum. Okay, you can go the other way with two girls and a guy and I know for some that’d be the bomb, but I happen to prefer dreaming about the former.

For you see, I’m a romantic. Those who’ve read my books probably won’t find that at all surprising. I’m all for finding that one special person that’s the one for you and living happily ever after. In real life, I’m very much a realist and don’t expect such things to happen, but in my fiction, oh yeah. At least in my romantic fiction. So, while I’m fantasizing, why not go all the way? I like the idea of two men in a romantic relationship, but I also happen to be a woman and I certainly appreciate the wonders of sex between a man and a woman. With a menage, I’ve got it all. Besides, doesn’t it seem fair? You’ve got two guys who happen to like sex with men, why can’t they like and enjoy sex with women too? Men who like men want to have children too, they may want to share intimacies with women, they may like the variety. And a woman has so many varied orifices to play with (yes, I did say that), why not play with two men? You think I’ve given this some thought?

I will also be the first to point out that menages can’t always work. I’ve read plenty of menage stories that don’t ring true for me, and that ruins the sexiness. If I get the feeling that two of the players are more into each other and the one is a third wheel, I’ll tune out of the menage part of the story and hope that it ends up with the pair on their own. If it’s one of those deals where he likes him but he likes her and she likes the first guy, well, I guess that could work but it just seems like years of therapy or mental abuse in the making. No thanks. So what kind of menage works for me? A proper triad. A triangle doesn’t work without all three sides and a menage should be the same. There has to be a reason that the possible pairings just won’t work, but then you add the third to give the pair what they need and it works. I’ll use my own menages as examples.

• In my Leashed series, Michael and Rudy are a pair before they ever meet Meg. They have a history and they shared a dark time in their life, so there’s a love based on shared experience. Plus, Rudy’s something of a submissive and Michael has definite dominant tendencies. Together, they work. But Michael is sometimes too much for Rudy and Rudy doesn’t always give Michael the fight or, rather, resistence he craves. So here comes Meg. She’s not really dominant but she’s not exactly submissive. She stands up for herself but she stays out of the way. She often needs a good, hard shove to get her to move forward and even once she gets going, she needs a safe haven to retreat to. Perfect. Michael is more than up to challenging Meg and Rudy is happy to provide the haven. In addition, Meg’s got abilities that make her perfect for Michael. Can’t go into detail about those because it would spoil the series.

• The one serious menage from my Dark Elves series happened in the third book, Salvation. Like Michael and Rudy, Radin and Savous have a past. They’ve been friends and more than friends for centuries (the elves live for several hundred years). Radin is a full-fledged sorcerer and Savous is his apprentice. They have a firmly established, happy relationship, but neither thought they were a happily-ever-after type of pair. They were with each other mainly because of friendship and would relinquish once one or the other truemated. To be honest, both knew that once a truematch happened, the other would be more than welcome into threesomes, but neither forsaw any lasting triad. But then comes Irin. They both have a hand in raising her (again, they’re long lived and she’s human) and have come to care about her. By the time she reaches sexual maturity, there’s no question in either of their minds that one of them would be her first. But the unexpected happens (of course). Irin turns out to be much more than even they thought she could be and, in striving to protect her, they fall deeper in love. In this case, Irin loves both men for similar but somewhat different reasons, mainly because they have different personalities. But it’s well into the book before she’s forced to show a preference. Again, I’ll stop lest I give away the book’s story.
• My latest menage has yet to be released. It’ll be another book in my Heaven Sent series. I guess, technically, it’s book six but since it’s not about any of the band members, I kind of view it as an off shoot. Revelations takes place a few months after Genesis and it’s about Gretchen, the band’s long-time manager. This menage is different than the previous two in that none of the players really know each other well before hand. Owen works for Gretchen and is secretly in love with her and she admired him but thinks he’s too young for her. Then she meets Archer. Archer is, I have to say it, a pushy bastard, but in a good way (at least I think so). He doesn’t see the sense in not going for what he wants. First he wants Gretchen. Then, when he meets Owen and detects the feelings between them, he finds that unbearably exciting. Like in my Leashed trio, the girl and one of the guys are very dominant and the other guy just isn’t. The girl and the guy have the constant push and pull that they need, but they also have the other guy to look out for.

A triangle. It has to be a triangle or it’s just going to fall apart.

My Leashed, Dark Elves and Heaven Sent stories are all available in ebook at Loose Id and many of them are also available in print.

To find out more about Jet Mykles visit her website at: www.jetmykles.com

Sex with Strangers by Evangeline Anderson

Blurb and a Naughty Excerpt

Sex with Strangers-Evangeline Anderson

Lissa Walker is an unwilling porn star. In order to pay off her uncle’s gambling debt she’s forced to perform on loan shark, Normal Scudder’s, X-rated webcasts. Touching herself for an Internet audience is awful but what Lissa really fears is her two best friends, Luke and Cal, seeing Scudder’s site.

Luke and Cal are two ordinary guys-for werewolves anyway. They’ve been a bonded pair for five years now and Lissa is the only female who can make their Triad complete. But how can they reveal their true nature without scaring her off forever?

Matters come to a head on Valentine’s Day when Scudder offers Lissa a deal-pose for his other website, Bound and Forced and he will consider her uncle’s debt paid. The last thing Lissa wants to do is have sex with strangers but she’s so desperate she agrees. What she doesn’t know is that the two men she’ll be having sex with aren’t strangers. They are Luke and Cal and this Valentine’s night just happens to be a full moon.

EXCERPT

“Remember one thing, Lissa. No matter what happens, Cal and I will protect you. You just have to trust us, no matter what.”

“I trust you.” Lissa hoped the tremble in his voice wasn’t noticeable. Suddenly she wanted to do something bold, something to show them both how she really felt.

Pressing closer to Luke, she rubbing her bare breasts and hard nipples against his chest. At the same time she arched her back to rub the soft curve of her ass against Cal’s thick shaft. “Kiss me,” she whispered to both of them. “Don’t wait for Scudder to come over and point the gun at us again. Let’s just try to forget about him.”

“He’s already forgotten,” Cal breathed in her ear. “God, Lissa, you feel so good between us!”

“You don’t know how long we’ve wanted you like this,” Luke murmured in agreement before bending to take her mouth in a breathless kiss.

Dimly Lissa was aware of Scudder saying something about them starting before the camera was ready but she put it out of her mind and focused on the feeling of being held between the two hard, masculine bodies in back and front of her. As Luke kissed her mouth and Cal reached around to cup her breasts, she couldn’t help remembering the conversation they’d had when they thought she was asleep. About all the things they wanted to do to her. Would they do those things now?

As if in answer to her question she felt Cal trailing kisses down her back. His mouth moved in a slow, hot pattern, making her moan softly into Luke’s mouth. Luke growled in approval and kissed her harder, sucking her tongue possessively. She could feel the hot, hard length of his cock branding her belly and suddenly she wanted it inside her no matter what the circumstances were. But before she could break the kiss and let him know, she felt Cal’s mouth travel even lower.

He’d already licked and sucked a tingling trail over her lower back and the rounded curve of her ass but somehow Lissa was still taken by surprise when she felt his large warm hands spreading her legs from behind. She stiffened against Luke, unsure what to think. Where exactly was Cal planning on kissing her next?

Sensing her anxiety, Luke broke their kiss and whispered softly in her ear. “It’s all right, Lissa. Just let Cal in.”

“But what…why…?” Lissa felt tongue-tied and uncertain but Luke seemed to understand what she needed to know.

“Cal’s the Beta in our pair,” he murmured into her ear. “It’s his job to get you ready to have my cock inside you. So you need to open up for him and let him taste you, let him make you wet and hot enough to take me deep in your pussy.”

Lissa bit her lip, trying not to feel embarrassed. Trying to remember that they were only doing this until they could put Cal’s plan into action. Surely she could open herself enough to go with the flow until then, couldn’t she? “I’ll try,” she whispered to Luke. “But…can you help me?”

“Of course, honey.” He kissed her softly again and then she felt his big, warm hands traveling down her body to cup the rounded curves of her buttocks. Lifting gently he spread her open, supporting some of her weight so she was free to arch her back and give Cal access to the area between her thighs.

She heard Cal murmur approvingly and then he was opening her even wider and pressing his face against her cleft. He spread the puffy lips of her pussy with his fingers and Lissa gasped and moaned when she felt him sucking gently at the swollen bud of her clit.

“God, Lissa, you’re so beautiful when you moan like that,” Luke murmured, his golden eyes half-lidded with lust. “Tell me what he’s doing right now that’s getting you all hot and bothered.”

“He’s…” Lissa pressed her mouth to his ear, ashamed to say it out loud. “He’s licking me…sucking my pussy…my clit. It feels…oh, God, it feels so good.”

“Of course it does,” Luke growled approvingly. “Tell me, Lissa, do you like it when Cal licks your pussy? Is he making you wet?”

Lissa felt the heat of a blush climbing her cheeks but she couldn’t deny the truth. “I…yes. Yes, he is,” she admitted. “His mouth on me feels so good…so right.”

“That’s because it is right,” Luke assured her, kissing the side of her neck. “This is where you need to be, between Cal and me, naked and open for both of us.”

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To find out more about Evangeline Anderson visit her website at: www.evangelineanderson.com

Please don’t envy me. By the time I’m finished with this post, some of you may wish to send me chocolate or offer to go out for a “girl day.”

I live in a polyamorous household with two men. Sounds lovely, doesn’t it? Two men, ready, willing, and able to fulfill every woman’s sexual fantasy gets the imagination going. Sure gets mine off to a lovely start.

However, let’s remember that we three can’t spend our lives in bed. There’s work to be done, chores, and –at one point– children to care for. So, let’s have a reality check first before we get to the good stuff.

Work is an interesting proposition. Until recently, Randy and Dante worked at the same factory. They carpooled, of course, but worked in separate areas. Even that was almost too much togetherness. Randy’s our Alpha Male (Yes, one of the males will be dominant) and a right royal grump in the morning. Dante, OTOH, awakens cheerful and talkative. This doesn’t make for a pleasant ride to work in the morning for either of them. It got worse when Dante got a promotion in his department to a supervisory position.

You see, all this Alpha Male/Beta Male stuff is mostly a myth. Males are all Alphas, and they will butt heads like stags in rut ALL THE TIME. Unlike deer, we humans are always in season, and males of all species have a competition thing going. Both want to win, even the male who chooses to be the Beta. One male must choose to be the Beta, or there will be an endless round of conflict.

Dante chose to be the Beta in our relationship. He lets Randy be the dominant, even when it costs him a bit of pride. Let’s give a round of applause to Dante, ladies. Who’s the stronger male? IMHO, Dante wins hands down.

In chores, we operate on a roommate relationship for the most part. However, let’s be realistic, shall we? Who’s the female living with two men? Me. Dante may do his own laundry and clean his own room, but who does the cooking and the cleaning of the main portion of the house? Honey, it’s not the tooth fairy. (Grin)? I do get out of doing the evening dishes, most of the time. The guys do those, mainly because we don’t have a dishwasher in our beloved 50-year-old home. I think they know there’d be a feminine rebellion at that point.

Finances should be better. Well, yes and no. Remember that three adults are just that–three adults. Adults incur debts like car payments and credit cards. We all three have different hobbies, and the necessary expenses caused by those hobbies. The only savings are the same as roommates -food and shelter. Like any other household in America, budget expenses equal the amount of income brought in. We just have the hedge that there’s three of us bringing in the income, so if one loses their job, the other three can cover for him or her long enough to (hopefully) find a new job. It can get ugly, and some luxury services like cable TV can go the way of the dodo, but we do manage to hang on a bit longer.

Okay, let’s get to the good stuff. You want to know about the sex, right? When it’s hot, it’s smoking hot, but we’re back to the Alpha-Beta problem again. Yep, it even invades the bedroom.

I can hear the collective sighs out there. How many of you just envisioned two Alpha Males fighting it out for dominance while the naked female waits in the bed for the winner? Get real. This is the 21^st century. I wait for no man darlings, and neither would you. Do you really want the bloodied up winner, all pumped up with testosterone-laced adrenaline, falling on you like a barbarian? Okay, so some of you might. LOL!

Dominance Wars do not make for a harmonious home, girls. It’s only sexy the first time. After that, arguments and competition ruin the mood because they’re snarling at each other and not paying attention to you. They also don’t remember this is about sex, not testosterone.

So what’s a girl to do if she wants two men in her bed and paying attention to her needs? Why honey, you do more diplomatic dancing than Ginger Rogers ever managed with Fred Astaire! You lead, tease, and cajole until both agree to put aside their differences in exchange for some happy sex where everyone gets off at least once, and preferably more than once. Are we talking a lot of work? Yep.

Is it worth it? Oh, hell yeah! Would three very dominant personalities like Dante, Randy and I all manage to stay together nearly twenty years without the rewards being greater than the problems?

Girls, it’s worth it when I do manage to manipulate them both so perfectly that they eagerly come to bed and we romp until we all three fall asleep exhausted in the king sized bed. Hint: get one of the outside positions or that morning piddle is a screaming emergency by the time you can crawl out of bed without waking them both up. Unless you can levitate, you’d better be acrobatic. And they wonder how I stay in shape as I approach my fiftieth birthday…

Happy imaginings! Oh, wait. You don’t have to. Just read my books. Every m?nage has a kernel of memory inside. See if you can guess what actually happened.

For more on Lena Austin go to her website at: www.lenaaustin.com

So you want to write m?nage….

A few years back, I was still in scribbling phase of self-expression, not really planning on sending anything in for submission.? In fact, I’d never even read or heard of erotic romance.? I was just busy writing away on a fantasy about a pair of spies named Mouse and Diego.? Well, at some point in their story, they are separated; Diego vanishes on a mysterious mission, and Mouse is imprisoned and given over to the pleasure of another captive named Damiano.

Well, Damiano charmed her completely, and before long, Mouse began to fall for this man.? She still missed her lover Diego, but life is life. Right?? Then the curve ball came over the plate. Damiano and Diego were formerly lovers, and are still the best and closest of friends. When Diego shows up to rescue Dami, he finds Mouse in his best friend’s bed.

What was meant to be a heart-rending triangle suddenly took a strange turn. Mouse looked at one man, then the other, and said, “I don’t see a problem.”? Diego and Dami look at each other and shrug. They love her, they loved one another. Problem solved.

My goodness…when I saw what I’d written, I thought I was a freak. A woman with two men?? Sheesh! I mean, m?nage wasn’t even something I thought about, in spite of the fact that it had cropped up in my family more than once.

Aha!? You see, from the time I was a kid, I knew that my great-grandfather had 8 wives, which wasn’t unusual within his culture. (He was a Comanche leader)? But…his daughter had two husbands. Now that was odd within the culture. An English relative had a household with his wife and her sister, having children with both. But again, my family treated it normally.? Then there was my oh-so-strange Aunt Gloria, her husband and their “extras.”? (But we won’t go there….she truly wasn’t normal. LOL!)? Suffice it to say, that as a tiny kid, when I saw “Paint Your Wagon” and the heroine married both men, I didn’t see a problem with it.

After realizing what I’d written in that early m?nage, I went on a hunt for books about m?nage, and ran across Emma Holly’s Strange Attraction.? Whoa Nellie!? I read some Lora Leigh, I wasn’t crazy about everything she wrote, but the m?nage aspect still intrigued me.? Obviously, I wasn’t the only woman out there who liked that sort of thing.? That’s when it occurred to me that there might be a market for the type of writing that I was creating.

So nowadays, I really have to think about a story before sitting down to write, because I love m?nage!? Even stories that start off with a couple tend to wind up with three lovers in the picture.? Three separate love interests create so many potential conflicts and possibilities!? It’s a little tricky to write a m?nage in a novella, as that means three separate characters and relationships to develop.? It’s very easy to fall into the trap of glossing over one or more characters.

The genre of m?nage is hugely popular these days, even crossing over into NY mainstream with writers like Laurell K. Hamilton.? Now bear in mind, I’m talking m?nage, not threesomes or other variations of multiple partners.? As you read in an earlier post, m?nage translates to ‘household’ and implies a familial relationship. (At least to me.) I want a relationship between the three, not a third or fourth person visiting the bed for a one night stand.

So here are a few of my personal m?nage rules. These are Belinda’s Rules, and not written in stone.? Nor are they for everyone. It’s just what keeps me on track.

• As in real life, a m?nage in fiction has to give equal treatment to all characters.? All members of the relationship are important, and all characters should have separate relationships with one another.? See why it’s tricky to develop a m?nage in a novella?? In Imperative: Missing You, the developing relationship between three characters is the plot and the conflict of the story.? There are no villains, no evil outside forces keeping the lovers apart.? In Soul Keeper, the romance is between Dorian and Phaedre, but later in the book Dorian’s twin Kaine joins them in a temporary marriage. While he doesn’t stay with them permanently, and he isn’t the dominant male in the threesome, Kaine develops a completely separate relationship with Phaedre.? His relationship with his brother is changed as well. Which brings me to…
• Pay attention to blood relationships in a m?nage. I get very leery of writing relatives in a m?nage. Brothers, twins, cousins…I’ve used them but it’s a little squeachy for me.? A little too close to incest, and some readers are justifiably sensitive to that. In the Belle Starr universe, there is an alien race called Somians.? They are always born in same sex pairs that remain together for life. They always marry twins.? Somians have a very close link to their twin, even sharing sexual arousal and sensation.? But they don’t touch. They are not lovers. “But Belinda…aren’t Kaine and Dorian twins?” Yes, but those scenes were written very carefully, as Kaine himself is an abuse victim.? Dorian might “navigate” the sex, but he doesn’t touch.? Personally, I tend to write bisexual m?nage more than heterosexual, simply because with three people in a bed, those men are going to be touching bits of one another.? Its kind of fun to have a straight guy bumping bits with the other guy who is less inhibited that way!
• Who is the anchor of a love scene? This can be a POV character, or the character that the other lovers are focusing on.? Again…in Missing You, when I finally got the three of them in bed, most of their love scenes focused on Duncan.? Why?? Because both Marina and Con are dominant personalities, and bickered over who was doing what to whom.? It was fun seeing it through Duncan’s eyes.? Plus, they tended to tie Duncan to the bed and have leg wrestling contests to decide who got first crack at him!? An anchor character also helps you to keep track of all the arms and legs in the bed.
• Why a m?nage in the first place? Frankly, some stories just don’t want to be m?nages.? For example, in Imperative: Saving You, Jase should have ended up mated to Neil and Mari.? But doing that undermined the fragile and beautiful relationship that developed between the primary couple.??? It was one of the few times that I intended to write a m?nage, but dropped the third side of the romance.? Believe me, you darn well better have a good reason for putting three or more people together.? In Soul Keeper, Kaine was a messed up, tormented character who was unable to function sexually without the security of his brother’s presence.? That was the real reason he came to their bedroom. To appease Equis culture, Dorian and Phaedre invoked an ancient tradition that allowed a female to take a second husband in times of danger. Of course, Kaine knew they did it to begin him on the road to recovery, yet they allowed him to hang onto his pride.
• Beware of gimmicks. My personal pet peeve?? Bringing a threesome together by magic or some other mystical means.? And of course, since I hate that gimmick so much, I used it in the Imperative series.? O course, I did it my way.? Just because the couples/threesomes are bound by outside forces doesn’t mean that it’s all happily-ever-after. I really like to think that falling in love creates enough magic that my lovers don’t need some mystical binding to hold them together. They love, they hurt, they work and eventually prevail.? They earn their happily-ever-after. Another gimmick I’ve used is the tri-mating.? In Belle Starr, to ensure the likelihood that sex will lead to pregnancy, a second male penetrates the primary male, leading to a tie.? It was really an excuse to get Thorn Greywolf into bed with the primary couple.? It was also a way to inject some humor into the scene when the threesome goes awry.? From the way its going, Thorn’s going to be in their bed for quite some time…But back to gimmicks…why bother?? Just…
• Create your own reality. If you don’t want to write about a real culture or society that practices polyamory, or don’t feel that you can fit a m?nage into a contemporary story, then think outside the box.? You can create your own mythos where alternate sexuality is normal and accepted, or even encouraged.? You can write sci fi or fantasy, or an alternate version of the here and now.? You can even create a fictional subculture in your own town.? I have a great time making up my rules.? For example, in Soul Keeper, the Equis rarely take a mate, but when they do, it’s a life-long commitment, and they are fiercely possessive of their mate.? I have a great time breaking my rules as well.? Dorian remembers that in the far past, during times of danger, an extra husband often entered the marriage to protect the female and her children. That allowed me to insert Kaine into the relationship.? In Belle Starr, males always form a deep, life-long friendship with another male who will eventually service him during the tri-mating.? That ritual binds the second male to the children that he ushers into existence.? He’s more than a godfather or an uncle.? Thorn Greywolf is very possessive of Armand’s children.? To a degree, he perceives of them as being his own.? Among the AmWere culture, homosexuality really doesn’t exist, but the tri-mating knocks down that taboo, and Thorn is suddenly Armand’s lover as well as beta.
• Have fun! Don’t do it if you can’t connect to the genre.? Don’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable. Don’t do it just because of the market. If it’s one of your favorite fantasies, if you read it a lot, then give it a shot!? I have to tell you, I am a prude.? Really.? But in my family, polyamory wasn’t considered odd, so it’s a comfortable genre for me to write.? I have an impossible time writing about casual sex or cheating.? But multiple, committed lovers going at it like bunnies?? Bring it on!

Coming soon to Loose Id: BELLE STARR!

Marshal Annabelle “Cowgirl” Oakley is the best law enforcement officer in Interstellar Coalition Enforcement.? With her wolf Tucker at her side, Belle is clearly the best man for the job.? Unfortunately, the job comes with hazards, and one of those hazards comes in the shape of tall, mysterious Armand.

Armand de le Croix is a werewolf with amnesia.?? He has no idea how he came to be living in Coalition space, he doesn’t know where his people are, or why his inky black hair is now snowy white.? He just knows that the tall, dangerous redhead is all that he wants, and he means to have her.

When they meet, it’s magic.? When they part, its mayhem.

EXCERPT:

Belle was the first freed from the extended tie; she flopped gracelessly off her mate, making a feeble attempt to escape to the bathroom.? Armand grabbed her wrist and held her fast.? Long minutes later, Thorn slipped free of Armand’s body, both men cursed and moaned as they separated, Thorn splayed out prone on top of his Alpha.

“God, I’m sorry, Armand.? I swear, I didn’t see that happening…”? He rolled to the side, his long hair spread over his face.? “I can’t move.? My hair is in my face, and I swear, I can’t move.”? Belle giggled again, tugging weakly at Armand’s hand.? He released her suddenly, and she slipped off the bed with a thud.

“I’m okay.”

Her muffled voice floated up from somewhere on the floor.? He thought maybe she’d landed face down.

Armand rolled his eyes.

“What exactly did she do to you?”

Thorn dragged a heavy hand over his face, clearing a bit of hair from his eyes.

“Just as I was about to come, she uh…”

“She put a finger up your ass.”

“Mmmmhmmm.? Sorry, Mon Ami.”

He lay there quietly for a moment.? “By God, Armand, I hope you two decide to have lots of children.? Dozens would be good.”

“Fuck you, Thorn.”

“Oh, please….”

All three broke into giddy laughter.

“Belle, this was supposed to be a solemn, meaningful moment.”

Armand saw her hand reach up to the bedside table, fishing around till she found the tissue box.? The tri-mating was a messy business.

“Well, it’s still a profound moment.? It’s….”? Her head come up, followed by her weary body.? “It was the sacred covenant between the Alpha and his second-in-command.”

Armand’s big hand came down over her head, pushing her back to the floor, and she started giggling again.? “God, Armand, I wish I could have seen your face when he knotted you!”

Thorn pushed himself wearily to his elbow.? “I did, it wasn’t pretty.? His eyes rolled up into his head.”

“That good, huh?”

Armand grimaced.? “I thought I had a bowling ball up my ass.”

She was crawling back onto the bed, this time into welcoming arms.

“You loved it.? Admit it, Armand.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so fucking hard in my life.”? His grin was reluctant.

Thorn scooted up to the pillows, laying back, arms behind his head.

“Obviously, I’d have wished my first tie to be with a woman, but god.? Maybe I should take those chocolates back, Belle.? Maybe I need to look more seriously for a mate.”

“Well, you need to find someone like me then.”

“God forbid.”

She smacked Armand’s ribs at that.

“Someone who’ll do that for fun.? Lordie, what a waste to only do that for breeding!”? She stretched languorously.? “It’s worth not being able to move afterwards.”

She glanced over at Armand; his eyelids were half-mast and dropping.? Thorn had an arm resting over his face, he was a goner.

She sighed, groaned a bit as she rose and headed for the shower.? Inside, she let the hot water pelt the sweat and the semen from her body; she soaped well and repeated, letting the heat melt her aches away.

She returned quietly to the bed, gently washed both men with warm cloths, smiling as they moaned; their normally active cocks were flaccid and quiet.? She tossed the cloths into a sanitizer, grimaced slightly at the soiled sheets and pulled them off the bed, pushing and pulling around the heavily sleeping men.? Belle found a clean duvet and tossed it over their bodies, and then climbed into the big bed, opting to sleep in the middle.? If there were any blanket wars, she figured she’d be on the winning side.

She tucked her head into Armand’s side, smiling as his arm automatically pulled her closer.? The smile stayed long after she fell asleep.

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In the future, we don’t choose our mates; Nature chooses for us. Nature doesn’t make mistakes. And if you don’t pay attention to Nature’s Imperative, you suffer.

Aquamarine Davis has an exciting future. The up and coming young choreographer is leaving town for a new job when she feels the unwelcome call of the Imperative. Hounded by an intense, biological compulsion to find her mate, Marina reluctantly attends the local mating assembly.

Artist Con Montgomery is thrilled that the Imperative finally called! At 32, he believed his time had passed. For years, he’s been haunted by visions of blue which he knew symbolized his mate. The Imperative leads him to Duncan Sinclair, and Con immediately recognizes his future in the smiling blue eyes of this man.

When Con and Duncan walk out of the Assembly together, they leave something behind: Marina. Their mate.

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He was the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen.

Prompted by visions of her late husband, Phaedre Goode seeks out the elusive Soul Keeper Dorian Blue. The haunted Equis shelters the soul of Steven Goode, and with it, Phaedre’s hopes for a child with her late husband.

The mysterious woman mesmerizes Dorian. How did she know to find him? How can she so clearly read his pain? With just a smile, she rouses his passion and wakes his dead heart.

Phaedre must convince the centaur to leave the forest and accompany her on a journey that will change his very existence.

Because Phaedre is keeping a secret. And Phaedre’s secret will rock the world.

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