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 fiancé.

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 fiancé, 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

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