Author Guest: Erika Reed presents Tempted Sinners #MFM #giveaway

Publisher: Self-Published
Date of release: September 16, 2016
Length: # pages or K  86 Pages


synopsis3Jill Anderson was once the bored trophy wife of a rich and powerful corporate businessman. All the money in the world did nothing to alleviate the boredom of her tedious life. Gambling in the local casino eventually filled the void in her lonely life and the attention she lacked from her hardworking husband. Fed up with her actions, he divorced her, forcing her to work in one of the sleaziest bars in town. And to make matters worse, one night after work she was attacked and beaten in the parking lot. With no one left to turn to, she was forced to call upon the only two men who seemed to care about her. When she met Saxton and Bear for the first time, she knew they were honorable men who could help her get her life back in order. Jill just didn’t trust herself to not fall in love with the two rowdy bikers who would eventually steal her heart and win her over.

Saxton and Bear were members of one of the roughest MC clubs around. No one messed with the pair if they knew what was good for them. Saxton lived life to the fullest, enjoying the freedom he got from his bike and a warm, willing woman. He never expected to meet Jill, the woman who would knock his socks off. His best friend Bear was one of the largest men in the club; men feared him, and women adored his tender heart. All Bear ever wanted was to find a woman he and Sax could see themselves settling down with one day.

It would take a lot for Saxton and Bear to win over her heart, but they both knew she was worth the fight.


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As a bonus, I am giving away 3 ebook copies of Tempted by Sinners to 3 lucky winners who go to my webpage and comment at the bottom of my ABOUT page. Please leave your name, email address and what’s your favorite Erika Reed book as a response. I will choose the 3 lucky winners on Monday October 17th via email.




4-hotexcerpt“Look, she’s asleep,” Sax whispered.
“Maybe we should let her sleep, she needs her rest still. But you have to admit; she does look extremely fuckable sprawled out on her back like that, almost as if she is presenting herself to us on a silver platter. And right about now, I’m a starving man ready to eat her pussy. I wouldn’t mind slipping my tongue between her juicy thighs right now.”
“I wouldn’t mind a taste of her perky nipples that have been teasing me the past few days. She’s not even wearing a bra right now. I will just open her blouse up a tad and take a taste for myself.”
She could hear them whispering about her. Maybe she wasn’t dreaming. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, so she kept her eyes closed and allowed them access to her body.
Jill felt fingers slide the buttons open on her blouse as she lay still on her back. She could smell Sax’s masculine scent of leather and the soap he used from the shower. He was careful not to wake her with his skillful hands as she felt the cool air hit her breast, releasing her tits for his waiting mouth. Jill tried to maintain her breathing so they wouldn’t know she was aware of what they were up to.
Bear’s fingers grazed her lower stomach as he slowly slid them beneath the waistband of her shorts. Gently the tips of his fingers touched her hips, making it hard for her not to move as he took his time inching them down until her shorts were taken from her legs.
“Our girl here doesn’t bother wearing a bra or even panties. Just the way we prefer her, bare pussy, naked and ready to go for us.” Sax’s voice murmured along her hardened nipples before his tongue took a taste of her skin. “Mmm… just as I imagined she’d taste… like pure heaven.”
Her knees were opened wider by Bear’s large hands. She felt him make room between her legs for his wide chest and bulky frame. His breath caressed her skin, causing goose bumps to form all up and down her body. Sax and Bear made her tingle all over in excitement. She was tired of pretending to be asleep. She wanted them to know she was fully awake, but didn’t want to ruin any plans they had for seduction. Either way… she wanted this to happen. Her body was on fire, needing the intimate connection she craved from them. She couldn’t deny what she expected from them. She felt the juices leak from her weeping pussy, aching for their touch and taste.
“I can smell her arousal. The bear in me wants to taste her sweet nectar so badly my balls feel like they’re going to explode.” Light puffs of Bear’s breath whispered along her wet slit. She could feel his lips close to her throbbing clit. She wanted to scoot down further until his lips came into contact with her pussy.
Sax’s lips lightly sucked on the tips of her nipples. His mouth was warm and inviting to her breast. “Ripe berries, sweet for my tasting.” He continued to tease her nipples, taking turns with each, licking and sucking them inside his mouth.
Bear feathered kisses along the insides of her thighs. “I would prefer my sweet little angel to be watching me as I eat her pussy. I know you’re awake, little one. It’s time to play now, so how about we have you full attention while we’re pleasuring your body? That way if we hurt you in any way, you can let us know.”
Jill opened her eyes and looked up at Sax’s grin and then to between her legs as Bear’s handsome face appeared between her thighs.
His long beard tickled the insides of her legs. His beard was so sexy. She never wanted him to shave it off. It made him rugged and handsome in her eyes. “That’s better. I want you to watch as we take pleasure in devouring each and every part of this delectable body of yours. You have been driving us crazy since the moment we first laid eyes on your gorgeous face. We just want to play with you. Neither of us expects sex from you until you are in better health. Just relax and let us take care of our girl.”
In the short time she had been getting to know each of them better, Bear wasn’t normally this talkative or verbal. Jill remembered Sax as being the smooth talker of the two. She liked this side of Bear, open and honest with what he wanted from her.
His mouth latched onto her pussy. His lips were strong and powerful, and she gave in to the way his hands held her legs firmly open as he savagely showed her what she had been missing all these years. No man had ever taken greater care of her the way Bear handled eating her pussy.
“Oh, Bear… that feels so good,” she whimpered. She couldn’t help but clench her thighs together, keeping his mouth locked on her clit as his bristly facial hairs tickled her legs. Her belly quivered as he licked her slit from top to bottom, taking his time getting to know what she liked.
Sax fondled each breast as he took his time nipping and sucking on the opposite. His short beard scraped over each breast as he took turns with them. She bowed her chest from the mattress, presenting her breasts for his taking. Jill loved her tits to be sucked on. It made her pussy seep, her juices preparing her for foreplay. Sax bit the tips of her beaded peaks, causing her to buck off the bed.
“Easy, honey,” he said. “We just want to play with you. We don’t want you to hurt yourself again. Just lay there and feel what we are doing to you.”
Easier said than done. They were driving her mad with their evil mouths. Her body was so primed and ready to go, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take of this before she exploded.
Bear’s fingers slid in and out of her pussy, massaging her from the inside out.
“Is Bear making your pussy feel good? Are you wanting him to put you out of your misery so you can cream all over his face?”
Holy shit! With Sax’s dirty talk and the way Bear was fucking her pussy with his tongue and fingers, she was about ready to beg them to fuck her. She was so close. Her fingers gripped the sheets below her as her feet dug into the mattress. Their mouths were masterful, artful in their way of eating pussy and making her tits feel like they were on fire. She couldn’t wait for the time when they fucked her. Jill had a feeling it would be worth the wait.
“Please, Bear…” she panted. “I need to come.” She closed her eyes and her head tossed and turned on the pillow. She was right there. There was no going back now. She craved both of them even more now.
“I have never tasted a cunt sweeter than yours, little one. When I finally do have your body willing beneath mine, I am going to make you beg me to come. I want you writhing as I plow my shaft deeper and deeper inside you before I finally let you come.”
“Oh, god, I’m coming.” She could no longer contain her arousal. Her body jerked and twitched as he sucked all the juices from inside her. Sax fondled and sucked on her hard nipples before she felt her orgasm slowly diminish. As her body lay weak, unmoving, she could only bask in the completion of one of the best orgasms she had ever had.


authorbio3Erika Reed lives in Southern California with her loving husband and two beautiful daughters. She is very thankful for her family and friends that have been there, supporting her from the beginning of her writing career.

When she is not writing or running her busy household, she enjoys sitting down with her Kindle, reading one of her favorite authors. She enjoys her writing and will continue to surprise her readers with more erotic stories in the future. Erika loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at



Author Interview: R.A. Steffan | The Horse Mistress collection #menage


Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Date of release: May 8, 2016
ISBN or ASIN: 978-1-5377-4612-8
Length: 828 pages

synopsis3Forbidden Love. Unimaginable War.

My name is Carivel, and I have a scandalous secret. I was born female, but I’ve been living as a boy for years in my adoptive village of Draebard. Getting too close to anyone risks revealing my birth sex, and if my secret gets out, I’ll become a pariah—facing exile, or worse. The last thing I ever needed was to fall in love with two unattainable men. The last thing I ever expected was for both of them to love me back.

It’s not just me, though. The men I love have secrets, too. Senovo, a eunuch priest, has been hiding his shape-shifting curse, convinced that the wolf inside him is a cold-blooded killer he can’t control.

By contrast, Andoc is a fierce warrior and a favorite of the village chieftain. But if his history of male lovers—including Senovo—came to light, that could all change very quickly.

Now, the three of us are embroiled in a desperate bid to unite the ragtag tribes on the island of Eburos against an invasion by the powerful Alyrion Empire. One by one, our secrets are coming out. And it isn’t merely our own lives at stake—far from it. If the negotiations fall apart, it might just mean the end of everything.

Nominated for the 2016 Rainbow Awards and the 2017 Lambda Literary Awards, The Complete Horse Mistress Collection is an explicitly steamy paranormal MMF ménage romance with a twist. If you love noble, damaged protagonists overcoming impossible odds to find lasting love and happiness (not to mention smoking hot, tender sex), The Horse Mistress series is for you.


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AuthorInterviewHello R. A. Steffan, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

Hi, Mary! Thanks for having me. These days, I’m a frustrated farm girl living in a tiny bungalow in the middle of the city, trying to prove to my husband that writing is a legitimate way to make a living so I can get my life back from the exhausting second shift warehouse job I’m currently stuck in.
I started writing seriously in 2005 (fanfiction and ghostwriting for other people). I started writing professionally under my own name in 2014, and have since published eight novels, two novellas, and several boxsets.
Outside of writing, I ran a stables and horse-breeding operation for seventeen years, and a diversified small farm specializing in humanely raised meats for five years. I still have two horses—my retired riding horse, and the last filly I ever bred (now almost ten years old—yikes!). They live with my parents on their hobby farm, and I drive out every day to take care of them.
Let’s see, what else? Oh, yes… I illegally keep ducks in my back yard within the city limits. Not only is it a way to stick it to the man, but I’m still producing at least a portion of my own humanely raised and butchered meat, along with all the eggs a family could ever need. Take that, governmental authority figures! Ahem. So, anyway, that’s my life these days. Get up, take care of critters, get 1,000 new words per day written on the page, go to work and throw 60-lb. boxes around for eight hours.

What inspires/ed you to write a menage?

I still tend to read way more fan fiction than original fiction, and many of my favorites over the decades have been ménage stories, usually MMF or MMM. I’m a complete sucker for the “found family” dynamic, and that’s a much easier theme to pursue with three or more people in the mix. When I ventured into writing in the romance genre, it seemed like an obvious path to take.

What is the kinkiest sex scene you have ever written?

As a former ghostwriter, you have NO IDEA the can of worms you’re opening with this question, LOL. Let’s just say that both tentacles and breath play were involved. Though in my defense, the tentacles belonged to a sentient alien, everything was consensual and negotiated beforehand, and all parties were more than satisfied at the end. Even the tentacle monster.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Absolutely! It’s a spinoff series of The Horse Mistress, so I’ll stick to the blurb so as to avoid potential spoilers. The main character appears in The Horse Mistress series for a grand total of one scene, and has, if memory serves, two spoken lines. Yet, when I thought about which character’s story I most wanted to expand on in the new series, she was far and away the winner.


“Kathrael is a nobody—an escaped slave with acid burns on her face and a giant chip on her shoulder. Despite being alone in the world, with no possessions except the clothes on her back, she has vowed to lead a rebellion against the brutal overseers who once owned her. First, though, she’s going to murder the cowardly bastard of a shape-shifter who was prophesied to save them all, and didn’t.She’s fully prepared to die along the way, if that’s what it takes. But falling in love? Twice over? Yeah. Admittedly, that part she really didn’t see coming.”

What are your thoughts on writing a book series?

I find writing series much more fulfilling than writing standalones, though I’ve done both. The challenge with series is to find stopping places that are satisfying to the reader while still leaving them hungry for the rest of the story.

I try to make it very, very obvious to readers up front that the books are part of a series, by subtitling everything BOOK 1, BOOK 2, BOOK 3, etc. I always make Book 1 free (though I’m flirting with NOT doing that in the series I’m working on now). Then I offer a boxset of the remaining books two-through-whatever at a deep discount versus buying the series individually.

I’ve had reasonable success with that approach so far, and only a handful of scathing reviews complaining that the free book doesn’t tell the whole story and you have to buy other books to finish it.

Are there underrepresented groups or ideas featured if your book?  If so, discuss them.

Oh, wow. If it weren’t for underrepresented groups, I’d hardly have any main characters at all! The main character in the Horse Mistress series, Carivel, is genderqueer. She was born with a female body, but claimed from a young age to have a male spirit trapped inside. She finally ran away to live in a new village where she could pass as a boy—and did so successfully for three years before her secret came out.

One of her lovers is a eunuch (a former slave who was castrated very much against his will), and the other lover is bisexual in a culture which is completely intolerant of gay relationships.

One of the characters in the upcoming spinoff series is a bi-romantic asexual, which is so far off readers’ radar that the resounding response so far has been, “He’s what, now?” And, of course, the main character in that same series is a former prostitute who has horrific facial scars from an acid-throwing attack by the angry wife of a client. So… um. Yeah.

Thank you so much for this great interview! I hope menage romances lovers will make sure to add you on their reading list! Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to take part in this interview. ~Mary

Thank you Mary. I’d love to give away ten free copies of The Complete Horse Mistress Collection audiobook to people who comment either on Facebook or your blog under this post. The audio would come as an gift via email, so I would need email addresses🙂 ~RA Steffan




authorbio3R. A. Steffan began writing for pleasure in 2005. After honing her skills for a few years in amateur circles, she eventually transitioned into freelance nonfiction writing and ghostwriting professionally published short fiction.

The Queen’s Musketeers series marked her first foray into both serialized stories and novel-length works. The Horse Mistress series arose from a desire to write something focused more on the developing relationships of the characters. She has found the experience of wrangling more extended and intricate plot lines Palong with a larger cast of characters to be educational, frustrating, and fulfilling by turns. With luck, the end result will prove to be an enjoyable experience for readers.

When not writing, the author enjoys reading, horseback riding, walking her dogs, and raising a small backyard flock of ducks.


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4-hotexcerpt(c) RA Steffan

When I awoke, it was dark outside the small window.
“Thank the gods,” Andoc said. “I’m about to burst if I don’t get to the chamber pot.”
“You are such a romantic,” I grumbled, right before I became aware that I was in roughly the same predicament.
With our hands bound together, the next few minutes fluctuated somewhere between awkward and amusing, and I began to understand what the Ancestors were getting at when it came to this part of the handfasting ceremony. It was eye-opening to have to rely on someone else’s assistance for things that I normally did without thought.
Andoc and I washed up a bit, cleaning the oil and dried spend from my legs before we descended into childish attempts to flick water on each others’ faces. When a knock came on the door a few minutes later, we were curled up on the bed with platters of food, while I alternated feeding myself and Andoc, much to his apparent amusement.
“Come in!” he called, and the door opened to admit Senovo, carrying a small, wrapped parcel in one hand.
“Oh good,” said the priest. “I wasn’t honestly sure what I’d find when I returned.”
A few hours of sound sleep had done wonders for my mood, and I tossed a piece of spiced ground tuber at Senovo’s chest good-naturedly. He ignored it beyond the raised eyebrow he shot in my direction, and placed the mysterious package on the corner of the table.
“Join us, amadi,” Andoc said, his voice warm and deep enough to send a pleasant shiver up my spine. “Things aren’t complete without you here.”
“No,” I agreed. “It’s much harder to keep from smacking him when you’re not around.”
“In that case, my congratulations on your self-control,” Senovo replied. I was pleased to see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, though he seemed unremittingly weary these days. He came to Andoc’s outstretched hand and allowed himself to be guided down for a kiss, first from Andoc and then from me.
When he pulled back, I noticed something and frowned, lifting my free hand to trace the thin skin under his left eye with a light touch.
“What is it?” asked the priest, his brow furrowing slightly.
A faint blush heated my cheeks. “Sorry,” I apologized, “it’s nothing. I just noticed that you’ve removed your kohl, is all.”
He still looked faintly confused when he answered. “I… only wear it for ceremonies, Carivel.”
Andoc laughed softly, his eyes catching mine. “He honestly has no idea.”
“I honestly don’t,” Senovo agreed, his look of confusion growing deeper. “Perhaps someone would care to enlighten me?”
“Whenever you line your eyes with kohl, Carivel stares at you like she wants to devour you whole, you fool,” Andoc said, amusement coloring his tone. “She has for years now.”
Senovo blinked, his face going blank. “Oh,” he said. “I… see. A moment, then. Excuse me…”
He left the room, and I fought a losing battle not to collapse into undignified giggles. When I flopped back, spent, I shook my head in amazement. “He really doesn’t get it at all, does he?”
“Nope,” Andoc said. “Perhaps you’ll have better luck getting through to him than I’ve had over the years.”
“Maybe it’s a two-person job,” I countered.
“I suppose it might be, at that.”
When Senovo returned a few minutes later, his striking amber-green eyes were once again lined with black, ending with a stylized curl at the corners. He wore a sleeveless jerkin of gray animal fur over tan breeches and soft boots. I let out a soft gasp, leaning forward for a better look at the sleek, newly exposed lines of his body, even as Andoc gave a low rumble of approval beside me. His cock twitched against my hip.
“Better?” Senovo asked, a faintly tentative note in his voice.
“In three-and-a-bit years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in clothing other than priests’ robes,” I said, still drinking in the sight. “I wasn’t even aware that you owned other clothing…”
“The jerkin is Andoc’s,” Senovo said, causing hot desire to flood my belly at the thought. He paused for a beat before adding, “It seemed appropriate. I am not here right now in my capacity as priest. At least, not unless you wish me to be.” The last sentence was hesitant… almost shy, and my heart melted anew.
“We just want you, amadi,” Andoc said. “Whether you are a priest or a flea-bitten wolf or the scared and angry kid you were when you and I first met. Just be you.”
“I want to know every part of you that you’re willing to show me,” I added. “You’ve given me so much already, Senovo.”
Senovo looked away, as if he could not quite meet our eyes after such declarations. When he looked back up, faint color tinged his cheeks in the candlelight. “Well, I have one more thing to give you tonight. Or, I suppose, three things, to be more accurate.”
He crossed to the table and picked up the package he’d brought earlier, handing it to me. Andoc’s blatant curiosity made it obvious that he was none the wiser regarding the contents. “Open it,” he urged, giving me a nudge.
“Give me back my other hand and I will,” I huffed, tugging at our bound wrists. When Andoc scoffed and let me drag his hand over so I could get both of mine on the cord holding the covering closed, I unwrapped the parcel with awkward movements, revealing two intricately carved wooden phalluses resting on a bundle of soft leather strapping.
I stared for a moment before lifting one and examining it closely. This one was slightly curved, where the other one was straight. Both were life-sized, slightly shorter than Andoc’s generous prick and not quite as thick, with wide, flat bases—so they could stand on a table or shelf, I supposed. I ran my finger over the lifelike veins. The wood had been polished until it was as smooth as silk, and rubbed with oil until it gleamed.
“They’re beautiful,” I breathed.
Senovo stood looking down at us, a faint uptick at one corner of his mouth. “One of the woodcarvers in the village makes these for the priests. We give them to men who can’t get hard for one reason or another, but who still desire intimacy with their partners. I’m told they can be quite effective.”
I looked down at the smooth wooden cock in my hand. “Wait, you mean people actually use these?”
“They do indeed.”
An odd frisson went through me as I pictured it. But… “Don’t we have enough real cocks here? I mean, they’re lovely and I appreciate the gift, but I think on balance, I prefer the real thing.”
Senovo only smiled, as if at some secret joke. “If I could give you one of those, I surely would, Carivel. Unfortunately, that is beyond even a High Priest.”
Andoc sucked in a surprised breath, and I looked over at him. For his part, he was staring up at Senovo with an expression of shock. I glanced back and forth between them, aware that I was missing something important.
“There’s another thing that old men do,” Andoc said slowly, “if the stories in the training yard are to be believed, that is.”
“Oh, yes?” Senovo prompted, all innocence.
“Apparently you can get a hollow tube made out of stiff leather, shaped like a cock. You stick your own prick in the tube, and attach it to a harness around your hips. Then you can fuck your partner with the fake leather cock, even if you can’t get your real one to stay up.”
My brow furrowed in confusion. Even though he was a eunuch, I had already seen that Senovo could get a perfectly decent erection with the right help. The priest reached down and pulled the leather straps out of the parcel, letting them dangle over his fingers as he raised both eyebrows in a teasing expression. “A harness like this one, you mean?”
I stared at the collection of straps and buckles, similar to something you might find as part of the harness for a chariot team. A beaten bronze ring lay in Senovo’s palm, forming the center point of the contraption. A ring that was slightly smaller than the flared bases of the carved phalluses. Something slipped into place in my head with a nearly audible click, and my eyes flew back to Senovo’s.
“You… had this made… for me?” I asked, trying to wrap my mind around what Senovo was offering.
“I thought it was the least I could do, under the circumstances,” he demurred. “Would you like to try it on?”
My mouth opened, but no words came out.
“She means yes,” Andoc said, and gestured for Senovo to move the platters of food off the bed so he could more or less drag me to my feet.
I stood and watched in a daze while Senovo slipped the curved phallus through the bronze ring of the harness. He buckled it around my hips and the tops of my thighs, adjusting the straps until the whole thing fit snugly. When he finally pulled away, I looked down to see a pale brown cock jutting proudly from the thatch of curly hair between my legs. The base rested low on my pubic bone, promising a delicious grind against my own small and useless nub when I pressed the sleek wood deep into a willing body. My skin flared hot, and immediately cold again.
“Why did you give me two?” I asked, my voice emerging breathy and high-pitched.
Senovo stepped into my space and smiled down at me, his beautiful eyes wavering in and out of my vision as all the blood in my body rushed downwards. Beside me, Andoc steadied me with our joined hands and an arm around my waist. His fingers played with the edge of the strap at the small of my back.
“I would imagine it’s so you can use one for fucking,” Andoc said.
“Precisely,” the priest agreed. “Which leaves the other one available… for this.”
Senovo dropped smoothly to his knees in front of me, grasping my hips in his hands and sliding his lips over the flared head of the carved cock. I gasped, my knees turning instantly to water as I watched the hard column disappear, inch by inch, into that talented mouth. Only Andoc’s grip kept me from dropping as if pole-axed.
Senovo looked up at me with kohl-lined eyes, holding my gaze as he worked his way down the unforgiving length. I tried not to hyperventilate or faint on the spot. Wetness flooded my throbbing cunt and immediately started to drip down my thighs.
“I think she likes it,” Andoc said smugly, still more or less holding me up. “I know I certainly do.”
Senovo started to nod agreement, only to choke on the hard wood brushing the back of his throat and pull back.
“Bit harder to swallow than flesh, eh?” Andoc asked.
“Evidently,” Senovo said in a slightly hoarse voice, before clearing his throat. “The straight one would be easier.”
“Good thing you like a challenge,” Andoc said.
“Guh,” I said, brilliantly.
“You still with us, there, caradi?” Andoc asked, managing to somehow cram both amusement and concern into the simple question.
My mouth worked for a moment before anything came out. “I… Senovo, Andoc, I… I need—”
I looked down at my hand, bound to Andoc’s, then up at Andoc’s face, and down at Senovo, still kneeling in front of me. Andoc followed my gaze, and after a moment his face cleared.
“Yes,” he said. “You know, I think you’re absolutely right.”
He attacked the complicated web of thongs binding us together with his free hand, and I followed with mine.
“What are you doing?” Senovo asked, sounding utterly taken aback. “You mustn’t—”
“Senovo,” Andoc said, cutting him off. “This handfasting has been a fraud from the beginning. We don’t want to be bonded as a couple. We want to be bonded with you.”
Senovo dropped back to sit abruptly and ungracefully on the flagstone floor. “There’s no such thing as a three-way handfasting,” he whispered.
The blasted thongs finally came loose and I fell forward, heedless of my bare knees hitting the hard stone as I straddled Senovo’s lap and hugged him close, the wooden cock trapped between our bodies.
“I don’t care… it’s not fair; none of this is fair!” I said.
Senovo’s arms came up to close around my shoulders reflexively. “It’s just a ruse. It doesn’t matter, Carivel. Nothing has changed.”
“We’re making it so that you have to lie to everyone, though,” I said miserably. “The gods—”
“I haven’t said a word so far that wasn’t the truth,” Senovo interrupted, “I’ve merely let people make their own assumptions. And besides…” He looked down and to the side. “You should already know that I am a past master when it comes to lies of omission.”
Unable to hold back, I surged up and kissed him, pressing in, deep and urgent, when he opened for me. “Want you both,” I gasped between kisses, “Need you both so badly…”
“Good gods, you two,” Andoc said, “you really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Strong hands pulled me off Senovo’s lap, and Andoc growled, “Clothes off, Senovo…”
The priest’s eyes darkened, the pupils dilating in the light of the flickering candles. He moved to unfasten his borrowed jerkin while Andoc kissed me, our stiff cocks pressed together between us like crossed swords. When Andoc turned me in his arms so we could both look down and watch Senovo undressing, my hand wandered to the smooth wood between my legs as if of its own volition. I cupped the curved phallus gently for a moment before gripping it in loose fingers and fisting it, up and down. The flat base pressed against my mons, rubbing my inner lips over sensitive flesh. I hummed out in pleasure, leaning back against Andoc and feeling his own hot prick nestle into the crease between my buttocks.
Senovo’s hands had fallen still as he looked up, watching me.
“The faster you get naked, the faster Carivel can put that cock you’re staring at to proper use,” Andoc said over my shoulder.
I was nearly panting now, overcome by the way Senovo stared at my pumping fist with open want. And I was going to give it to him… oh, was I ever. But first…
“I want you to swallow it all the way down while Andoc opens you up for me,” I said, my cunt growing heavy and full as I shaped the words. “Can you do that for me, Senovo?”
He stared at me like a man dying of thirst in the scrublands stares at water.
“Yes, Carivel, I will do that for you,” he said eventually, sounding half-gone already. A shiver went through me at the realization that he was sliding into that soft and quiet place already, and he was doing it for me.
Andoc’s arms tightened around me, and he tweaked a nipple between his finger and thumb. “I do believe you’re speaking his language, caradi. We’ve corrupted you already.”
He sounded unaccountably pleased by the idea.
Senovo, meanwhile, resumed his slightly clumsy attempts to untie his laces and strip off breeches, boots, and smallclothes. Andoc urged me onto the bed and directed me to lie back, my upper body resting on the rather decadent pile of pillows we’d been leaning against when Senovo first arrived. No sooner was I arranged comfortably than Senovo crawled up onto the bed as well, stalking forward on hands and knees. He shoved my legs apart to make room for himself and settled in between them. The bed creaked as Andoc lowered himself to sit near Senovo’s hips, jar of oil in hand.
Senovo wasted no time, pressing biting kisses up my left thigh and making me squirm. When he reached the top, he ran his tongue along the edge of the strap that looped around my leg, following it down and darting across to lick a broad stripe along the seam of my cunt. He worried the sensitive nub at the top until I moaned with pleasure, and then kissed his way up the stiff wood rising from my dark curls.
After regarding the curved length for a moment, he braced himself on an elbow and gently twisted the fake phallus around until the curve was pointing down toward my feet instead of up toward the rafters. Comprehension dawned as he smiled up at me and swallowed the head, sliding his lips down to encompass more and more of it. Now, the curve would follow the contour of his mouth and—I swallowed hard—his throat.
Senovo was going to choke himself on my cock.
Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck.
“Such a pretty picture, isn’t it?” Andoc said. I could see his own cock, red and weeping, as he dribbled oil over his fingers and down the crease of Senovo’s arse. I watched, enraptured—jealous even as I appreciated the astonishing sight of Senovo working his way down the unforgiving length of wood between my legs. Wanting it all. Wanting everything right now.
I couldn’t see exactly what Andoc was doing as his hand slipped between Senovo’s legs, but I could see the results. Senovo keened around my cock and swallowed another fraction. The muscles of Andoc’s forearm flexed and he shuddered, one hand gripping my hip like a lifeline.
“Yes. So beautiful,” I murmured, love bubbling up and mixing with the lust that was already threatening to consume me. I lifted a hand, tangling my fingers in the thick black hair at the back of Senovo’s head and letting it rest there, heavy and grounding.
Andoc removed his fingers to pour more oil over them. Senovo groaned in disappointment, only to writhe and arch as he was abruptly filled again, fuller than before.
“That’s it, almost there, amadi,” Andoc said. “Is this what you need, to be stretched open and filled at both ends?”
On a hunch, I urged Senovo farther down onto my cock—not hard enough that he couldn’t push back against it, but enough for him to feel it. Without warning, his body went soft and pliant, the last inch of the wooden prick sliding home past the ring of his throat.
I held my breath and kept my hips absolutely still as I stroked the back of his head, feeling small movements transmitted through his body as Andoc continued to stretch and work him open. I couldn’t see Senovo’s face, but the normally tense line of his back was relaxed into a gentle curve. His nose nuzzled into my wiry curls.
Andoc ran his free hand over a smooth flank. “There now; all ready for us.”
Senovo’s chest began to hitch against my thigh, marring his perfect stillness and serenity. I immediately pulled him up and off, despite his low moan of protest. Andoc eased his hand free soon after, and Senovo hid his face in the juncture of my hip and thigh.
“It’s just for a moment, love,” I told him, stroking a hand over his scalp, scratching lightly.
“It’ll be so worth it, amadi,” Andoc added. “You realize, don’t you—it won’t matter how hard you come or how perfectly you milk her cock with that gorgeous ass.” He got up and cleaned his hand with a wet rag, then sat on the edge of the bed next to me and stroked over the faint bumps of Senovo’s spine. “She’ll stay hard no matter what you do—she could plow you into this mattress all night long, until Eiridan or one of the others comes looking for you in the morning and finds you melted into a puddle, still getting fucked while you beg us for mercy.”
Senovo’s shoulders trembled. An explosive puff of breath tickled the sensitive skin in the crease of my hip.
“Do you want that?” I asked, feeling shaky and overheated.
“… yes,” came the weak answer, murmured into my skin. “Yes, please. I want that.”
“We’ll give you all that and more,” Andoc said. “There’s just one more thing we need to do for you first.”
I looked at him and he held up the discarded thongs from our handfasting, raising an eyebrow and throwing a significant look down at Senovo, buried in my lap.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, the word wrenched from me. “Oh, yes, that’s perfect.”
Andoc grinned at me before turning his attention to Senovo. “Come on, amadi. Let Carivel up and give me your hands. We need to make sure that you can’t possibly get away from us before she’s done with you.”
Senovo made a small, desperate noise of want and allowed himself to be lifted so I could shuffle out from beneath him. Andoc bound his wrists together with the thong and tied them to a sturdy slat on the headboard. He positioned Senovo on his knees with his upper body resting on his elbows, bound arms stretched out in front of him as I watched avidly.
“There,” Andoc said when he was satisfied. “Perfect.”
“Can I—?” I asked not sure quite how to proceed. It occurred to me that, with everything we’d done since that night in Meren, I’d still never even seen a man getting fucked.
Andoc knelt on the bed and gestured me to join him. “Bring the oil,” he added.
I grabbed it and slotted myself in behind Senovo’s legs, in front of Andoc’s reassuring bulk. He took the little jar, slippery now from being handled with oily fingers. With a secret little thrill of acknowledgement that I was allowed to do this now, I ran one hand over the smooth globe of flesh in front of me, making Senovo shiver.
Andoc reached around me to dribble more oil down the crease of Senovo’s buttocks. “First, make sure he’s still loose and ready for you,” he instructed, and poured oil over my fingers when I held them out.
I slid slippery fingers over the delicate skin in front of me, letting my fingertips explore the soft pucker hidden there. My only experience with this was when Senovo, and later Andoc, had penetrated me. Compared to the tense resistance that I remembered, Senovo’s hole accepted my own fingertip almost greedily. I pulled out and ran two fingers around the rim, fascinated by the feeling, and by the way the loose muscles fluttered and yielded to this second, larger assault. Senovo was warm, and welcoming, his tender flesh one of the softest things I had ever felt. I immediately wanted more.
Andoc rested his chin on my shoulder, watching. “Slide your fingers in all the way. Keep your palm pointed down and curl them forward a bit. See if you can find that place on the front wall that makes him lose control.”
I bit my lower lip in concentration and pushed deeper, reveling in the feeling as Senovo rocked back at the same time, seeking more until his bound hands brought him up short. I wasn’t sure what I was searching for, but I tried to explore the front of his passage with my fingertips, feeling for anything different than the smooth, soft flesh that pulsed and gripped around my gentle intrusion.
At the very deepest point I could reach, my middle finger brushed against something firmer than its surroundings, and with a slightly different texture. Instantly, Senovo gasped and clenched around me.
“Found it,” Andoc said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
I had seen Andoc take Senovo to pieces, using his fingers on this spot once before. I tried to rub over it again, but with my smaller hands, I could only reach the very bottom edge of it. Senovo pressed back again, reflexively, but I couldn’t go any deeper.
“I can’t quite reach it properly,” I said.
“Hmm,” Andoc practically purred in my ear. “Too bad you don’t have something a little longer. Oh, wait…”
For once, I couldn’t really fault him for being a smug bastard. With a wide grin of my own and a racing heart, I carefully pulled my fingers out, steadying Senovo’s hip when he groaned at the loss. I immediately grabbed the wooden prick, angling my body so Andoc could pour oil over it. While smearing it around to cover the hard length thoroughly, I understood for the first time the reason for the gentle curve. With Senovo on his knees and the curve pointing down, the flared head would rub over that spot I’d just found with every thrust. If I wanted to take him while he lay on his back, I could flip it around until the head pointed up, and it would do the same thing.
“Oh, Senovo,” I vowed, “I am going to make this so good for you…”
Senovo panted as I lined up the head with his entrance, straining back against his bonds as he tried to impale himself in a single movement. I smacked a smooth buttock firmly in warning and earned a startled yelp—a wonderfully undignified noise from such a normally dignified man. “Oi, you! Give me a minute,” I ordered, not willing to risk hurting him with the hard wood.
“I believe you may have met your match, my friend,” Andoc said, reaching past me to rub a hand over the reddened flesh. “Come now, don’t torture the poor man, Carivel—just press in nice and easy.”
A strong hand rested on my hip, guiding me gently forward. I felt a moment of resistance; a moment of surrender. The head of the cock—my cock—slipped past the ring guarding Senovo’s passage and disappeared inside.



Author Interview: Barbara Elsborg | Talking Trouble #menage


Publisher: Totally Bound – Buying Link
Date of release: June 2015
Length:  376 pages


Two men are separated by more than the dam between their houses. Can Mollie be the path that unites them?
Flint Klavan appears to have it all. The sought-after British actor is affluent, loved and vocal in his professional life but privately he’s a mess. A devastating breakup leaves him full of self-loathing. He hopes to find the way to turn things around when disaster strikes. He’s left speechless with fear he’ll never get the chance to recover what he’s lost.
Mollie James has the perfect job teaching children, and used to have the perfect boyfriend. Attentive, kind and thoughtful. Only now he’s not. She has to sacrifice everything if she’s any chance to survive, and run as fast and as far as she can.
Lysander Weldon is a wealthy, talented artist who’s hidden himself away following personal tragedies. He shares his house and his body but never his heart. When opportunity to forgive confronts him, he has to choose between giving up his fortress or bracing to watch happiness leave him behind.


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interviewtimeHi Barbara, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

Born to royalty, my mother gave birth to me on a windswept shore – darn it, lying. I was born to ordinary parents, in an ordinary house, in an ordinary town. Which I think might be why I like to write about extraordinary things. I live in Kent in the south of England. I’ve only just moved here after spending most of my life in the north. Grandchildren were calling – though we are soon to have one in Texas too.
I’ve always written – fan fiction when I was a teen, my first full length novel in my twenties and when I finally discovered what I like to write – I was off! I now have over 40 books published. I write MF, MMF, MM and in almost every genre – contemporary, sci fi, paranormal, suspense.
Prior to writing full time, I had a variety of jobs. Started off as a government inspector – spying on people trying to cheat on their taxes. A short period as a media planner in an advertising agency. I fled that at dead of night. Several years selling cyanide – mainly to Sweden for the largest chemical company in the UK. Had two kids. Then went to work as Government Inspector, spying on teachers. I was so popular, you can’t believe. Thank goodness I married well. (Married for money anyway)
The fact that people actually want to read what I’ve written fills me with awe and gratitude. I’m grateful to every reader who buys a copy of one of my books. Every one of you has made my dream come true.

What inspired you to start writing?

I wasn’t very happy at school. I was bullied because I was tall and I had no close friends. It’s not easy being the tallest girl in school – even taller than the boys until I was seventeen. I had a long walk to get to school and I used to make up conversations with movie stars to keep me company.
A short step then to writing down those conversations and making them into a story. I jumped from that to fan fiction and I still have the notebooks with the stories I wrote based on TV series – with me as the heroine of course!! Always tall, slender and blonde. I was very consistent.
I was – oops – I mean the heroine was usually abused by her parents or an orphan. Not that my parents abused me but I wasn’t happy at home. I liked the worlds I created much better than the real one I lived in and pretty soon I was writing every night in bed under the covers with a flashlight. My parents were strict about lights out. So the short answer is – writing was my way of escaping (and still is). From bullies, from disappointments in my life, from the ironing!!

Which genre do you prefer and why: MMF or MFM?

MMF – to read and to write. The opportunities for different positions, conflict and very rewarding sex make a ménage fun to write, though I’d be sunk without Google. (Surely not, says husband. I’ve stripped and I’m waiting) Hmm, not sure he’d want another guy there too.
I like the added dimension that bisexual guys can give to a story. How can they make sure the woman doesn’t feel left out or second best when they are into each other – maybe literally. LOL  It feels to me as though in an MMF the guys have to work that bit harder to reassure the woman. In an MFM – she knows that both guys are really into her. The dilemma then, is more – does she like one guy more than the other? But for me, MFM feels like a wasted opportunity to let the guys get together. I find two guys who are into each other, very sexy. Add me – I mean – a woman in the middle and it’s perfect.

What’s life as a writer like?

Since I’ve been published, I’ve bought a mansion, a yacht and a Ferrari. I vacation in the Greek Islands….er…..oh no, that was a dream. To be honest, life hasn’t changed much at all since I had my first acceptance. I write just as much as I did before but I feel vindicated somehow, because I proved to my family that becoming a published author wasn’t an impossible dream. I actually did it!
My typical day is  – butler brings coffee and croissants at 9.00. Manicurist arrives at…. On darn it, I’m lying again. I wake early. Stagger out of bed. Think about exercising. Don’t exercise. Drink coffee. Deal with emails etc until 8.00. More coffee. Write until 4.30. I’m not a plotter. I just sit and write. Bed by 9.00. Read for at least an hour. EVERY day unless husband insists I prove I’m not agoraphobic.

Where do your ideas come from?

Everywhere. My inspiration is from the world around me. An episode when I got stuck in a malfunctioning self-tanning booth made it into one story – I dripped home a coffee colored mess on one side of my body. The issue with a life raft inflating INSIDE the boat – yes, based on me and fact. But my imagination is the most useful tool. I once stood at the kitchen window and wondered what I’d do if a space ship landed in the garden. Husband said – you’d die. He’s Mr. Sensible. My version –I’d go into space with the hunky if inept pilot and have zero gravity sex. Well, I didn’t tell my husband that bit.

For my MMF Girl Most Likely To, inspiration came from an advert in a newspaper. I rewrote it in my own words.

Would you like to work for an inconsiderate, demanding bastard? For a ridiculously large salary I want someone to work twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Three hundred and sixty-six next year. You’ll speak at least three European languages, and it would be an advantage if you were able to do at least some of the following—dive, cook, ski, sail, ride, climb, fly and bench press one hundred kilos. If you don’t like being shouted at, don’t apply.

The real ad was from a guy who’d made a fortune in internet dating who was looking for a man Friday. The ad was very funny, went viral and I convinced my daughter to apply. A couple of years later, the guy who got the job – a US graduate, and his boss were killed in a helicopter crash. Very sad. I wanted to put the details in the back of the book and the actual ad but there was a copyright issue over using the ad again so I couldn’t.
For my MMF Talking Trouble – inspiration was a walk around a reservoir close to where I used to live. There’s a house either side of the dam and every time I went there I used to wonder who lived in the houses, so I put them in my story. In fact I found out who lived in one of the houses. The guy no longer lives there but he’s just become England’s football manager. Not only that, an escaped boa constrictor was spotted by the water so I incorporated that into my story too!

How do you describe your writing style? Is the sex easy to write?

Well, I hope it’s easy to read, with funny dialogue, heavy on character and not brain taxing. I do tend to go for tall, blond heroines – oh guess what – I’m tall and blonde. They also tend to have some vile flaws and of course, I’m flawless. (cough) I like dark haired guys though the odd blond has crept in. But the main gist of my stories is two or three damaged individuals who grow and heal through their relationship with each other. I have a need to write angst! But I want to make people laugh and cry and think. And if they also think – I’ll read another by her, so much the better.
A consequence of my lack of research (your own fault, says my husband, how many times do I need to offer?) has been insecurity about how much sex a book needs to make it work. I’ve never put sex in just to keep up the heat level – I always make sure the situation fits, but I’ve had a few comments that in some of my stories there was too much sex. (No, no, no, no, no – says husband).
I think part of the issue is that my stories have a plot that’s not entirely sexually based. They’re more like very hot romances than pure erotic stories. So people who like deeper characters and non-sensual plots would find those elements in my stories along with detailed graphic sex and humor. I try to balance everything and hopefully succeed for the most part.

What do you like to read in your spare time?

Almost anything. (Though not non-fiction unless it’s research) I binge read so I’ll have weeks where I read nothing but historicals. Then I’ll swap to thrillers. I really like those and psychological suspense novels. I love Tom Wood who writes about an assassin called Victor. I eagerly await Victor falling in love though I know it won’t happen. I tend to shy away from too much reading in the genres in which I write. I don’t want to accidentally suck up an idea without realising! But I love romance above all. I like proper plots, lots of character detail with people I can relate to and happy ever afters are compulsory.

Thank you very much Barbara for taking the time out of your busy schedule to take part in this interview. I love your interview! It was so fun to be part of your world and know you better. I read Talking Trouble and reviewed it 5 STARS. I hope everyone will consider reading you. ~Mary

Thank you for having me, Mary!




authorbio3Barbara lives in the South of England with her husband. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.
After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.
Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.


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excerpt(c) Barbara Elsborg – no reproduction without her consent.

Flint didn’t talk much as they ate but he listened intently, his eyes narrowed in concentration. There were no awkward silences. Lysander listened in awe as Mollie held everything together and ensured Flint didn’t feel excluded. She was endlessly patient when he struggled to get things. She kept explaining until he did when Lysander would have been tempted to say forget it and change the subject. She even figured out when Flint was bluffing, saying he understood when he didn’t. Lysander liked her more and more.
With every glance at Flint, Lysander’s body told him that no matter what he’d thought, or what he’d said, he and Flint weren’t over. The slow curl of warmth in his belly and the occasional rush of electricity down his spine kept his dick en route to diamond status on the hardness scale. He could practically hear the blood rushing to his cock. Not helped by the way Flint’s gaze fell on him when the guy thought he wasn’t looking. Did Mollie feel the sexual energy in the room? Lysander could taste it. Or was that burned egg?
When Mollie caught his gaze, she looked away, flustered.
Yes, I am thinking that, Mollie. About you and me and Flint.
She turned to Flint. “I fell in the reservoir last night.”
She’s nervous.
“Lysander saved me from drowning.”
Flint’s eyes widened. “What?”
“It was a stupid dare,” Lysander said.
Flint’s fist clenched around his fork. “You dare?”
“No. Not Lysander. It was a game.”
“Need…lock…you up,” Flint said. “No water… No snakes.”
Preferably in a room with two smaller snakes, one large bed and no rules. He wanted to lick, kiss, fuck… Oh shit. His cock pressed right against his zipper. Bloody well stop thinking about sex.
He smiled when he saw the dessert. Flint had laid out their initials using blackberries and raspberries and squirted dollops of cream around the edge of the plates. He brought in Mollie’s cookies as well and another bottle of champagne. Mollie filled their glasses, which was a relief because he really didn’t want to stand up. But unfortunately his mind had moved onto a particular track and wasn’t going to be derailed any time soon.
“I picked…in…garp…gar…garden.”
“What plant does cream grow on?” Mollie asked, but Lysander saw Flint didn’t understand. “Cream grows?” she said slowly.
Flint’s lips twitched. “Tree.”
“Yes. Well done.” Mollie laughed.
“Sticker?” he asked.
Lysander was slowly becoming aware how hard this was for Flint, a guy who made his living with his voice, a guy who oozed confidence, who always had something to say, who could mesmerize anyone he spoke to and was funny and entertaining. All that had gone.
“You’ve changed,” Lysander said.
Mollie looked up but he was talking to Flint.
“Good? Bad?” Anxiety was written all over Flint’s tense face.
“I think you’d change too if this had happened to you,” Mollie said, a defensive tone in her voice.
“Angry,” Flint spat out the word. “Frustrated. Exhausted. I was… The sun.” He let out a choked laugh. “Now useless. Black…hole.”
“Not useless,” Mollie said. “You’re determined, brave, funny. Still you.”
“She’s right. Plus you’re more reasonable,” Lysander said. “Quieter. Thoughtful. Less cocky.”
It took Flint a moment to get what he’d said. “I’m not…less…fucking…cocky.”
Mollie choked on her champagne as she laughed.
Lysander plastered a smile on his face. “Prove it.”
Flint pushed back his chair and stood. He grabbed Mollie’s hand and hauled her to her feet. Unseen by her, he gave Lysander a challenging look that said roll with me. “Mollie decide.”
“Er… Decide what?” she asked.
“If he’s less cocky.” Lysander’s heart began to pound. He’d play Flint’s game but he wasn’t sure Mollie would.
“Honestly, you guys,” she said with a sigh. “Okay. Anyone got a six-inch ruler?”
Lysander laughed and after a moment, Flint did too.
Stop yelled one half of Mollie’s brain. No, that was a lie, it was a lot less than half, maybe a quarter, so that made it okay to ignore, didn’t it? Flint pulled her back against his chest and swept his arm around her waist. She froze when she felt the hard length of his cock wedged against her butt, then groaned and pressed back into him. She couldn’t help herself. Lysander sat twiddling his glass in his fingers, his gaze flitting between the pair of them.
“Better make that a twelve-inch ruler,” she said.
Oh no, please strike me dumb now.
Lysander snorted. “I don’t think he’s changed that much, though I know he’s a big guy.”
Oh my God, oh my God. Mollie thought she knew what was happening but wasn’t entirely sure she could go along with it. It might sound sexy in a story where three got together, had fantabulous sex in every way, shape and form, and they all lived happy ever after. She wasn’t sure this story could match fiction. But she’d never been so tempted to take a risk in her life. Watching the pair of them together would be a huge turn-on. For her to be involved too… The muscles clenched between her thighs and the stop part of her brain fell away like a slow landslip, leaving clouds of confusing dust in its wake.
“Moll…ee.” Flint blew into her ear and flicked around the shell with his tongue, and her throat seized up.
When Lysander pushed to his feet, her gaze fell straight to his groin. Oh wow. How to give myself away in one move.
“Play chess or poker, Mollie?” Lysander asked.
“Thought not.”
She lifted her head but her gaze kept dropping. His cock was clearly outlined beneath the tight material of his pants. She could even see the rounded shape of the head. Was that a damp spot? Wild horses couldn’t—well, yes, obviously wild horses could drag her away. Luckily there weren’t any nearby. She’d always wondered why people—back on track! Swallow your drool. But it must have something to do with the medieval torture of tying people by their arms and legs to horses and stretching them to make them confess.
Mollie girl! Hell, I’m scared, petrified, excited. If Lysander stepped toward her she’d… Fuck, he’s stepped toward me. If he took another step… Hell, he took another step.
Flint spread his palm just below her heart and rested his head against hers.
“Want words. No words. Moll…ee.”
She thought if her heart managed to beat any faster, it would take off and fly out of her throat. Flint’s breathing grew shallower, she could feel it hitting her neck. He smelled clean and sharp and citrusy and she wanted to lick him.
“Mollie.” Lysander stopped two feet away.
She wanted to lick him too.
“You both keep saying that,” she blurted. “My brain has turned to mush but I’m beginning to think it might be my name.”
They laughed. She wanted to ask them not to use her, not to go any further unless they felt something more than lust. It didn’t have to be love, though she wasn’t sure that idealistic ‘instalove’ was only found in books and films. Whatever they felt, she needed them to care, not to just fuck her and walk away without looking back. Worries fragmented in her head as Lysander stepped forward and pulled both her and Flint against him. She had a rigid dick wedged against her butt and another against her belly. A shower of red-hot sparks burst in her veins and she felt as though she’d been plumbed into the National Grid. Lysander kissed her forehead then kissed Flint’s.
“I declare a draw,” she whispered. “You’re both very cocky boys.”
Her hands fluttered at her sides, twisting the material of her dress.
“Not sure you should judge until you’ve seen the evidence, not just felt it,” Lysander said.
Why don’t I just die now?
“Scared, Moll…ee?” Flint whispered.
“First time for us too, remember?” Lysander slid his hands to her hips, moved one of them back onto Flint and pulled them tighter together. “Don’t be scared. Be excited. You can tell how much we want you. Stop thinking and feel.”
“Please,” Flint said at her ear. “Help…forget. Help…remember. Make you…happy.”
Her hands had found their way forward and back onto each of the guy’s backsides and as if the pair acted instinctively in sync, their hands crept over hers. Flames flickered down her spine and she stared into Lysander’s dark eyes, unable to look away, barely able to breathe.
“You okay?” Lysander asked.
Nowhere near okay. “Feel as though we’re caught up in a net, but…”
“But what?” he asked.
“Don’t want to get free.”
“What do you want?”
A million things, but she played safe. “I want you to kiss Flint.”



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Review: A Menage made on Madison by Serena Akeroyd

Title: A Menage made on Madison
Series: The Federation, #1
Author: Serena Akeroyd
Genre: Sci-fi, space, aliens
Content: MFM
Stand Alone: YES
Re-issued /Re-edited: NO
Date published: March 5, 2015
Published by: Siren Bookstand
Publisher bookstore: BUYING LINK
Page count:
212 pages



authorbio3Serena Akeroyd is a romanceaholic. She won’t touch a book unless she knows there’s a happy ever after at the end of it. Pathetic as it may be, because of this addiction, Serena decided to craft her own tales, stories that suit her voracious need for sexy romance. After all, a love story ain’t a lurve story without a bit of naughty!

A citizen of the world, Serena is a nomad at heart, and her novels enable her to travel the globe and all behind her computer desk. Naturally, she’d prefer the option of a private jet, but still, if wishes were horses, eh?

Always feel free to connect with Serena, she’d love to chat with her readers, as well as fellow romance addicts!


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synopsis3For the last sixty years, Parker and Knox Baxx have been in love. Regardless of their cross-mating, she an Earthling and he a Shuzon, they’ve managed to create a successful partnership. In both the bedroom, and the boardroom.

Rich beyond their wildest dreams from the hotel resort they’ve constructed from scratch on the outskirts of Federation territory, there’s only one problem. Shuzons are part of a twin pair, and they share their mates. Without Rafer, Knox’s brother, Parker’s Earthling sensibilities are going haywire. Her body is experiencing a complete system shutdown, and she has only the one option open to her—to bind herself to Rafer.

The trouble is, he’s a high-ranking officer in the Fleet, the Federation’s armed wing, which ransacked and destroyed Earth. Secondly, he has enemies of his own. Thirdly, she doesn’t trust him.

Loving and being loved by Knox is no longer enough. Can Parker learn to trust Rafer with her heart, body, and wellbeing before it’s too late?



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myreview5I never know why I select one book versus another one from my long list of menage romances. I can find dozen of excuses but at the end of the day I have no idea why I decide to read a book immediately or months later. The only logical reason is probably the theme I am in a mood to read at that moment. I could use this excuse for this book but I know it is not a valid one since I love sci-fi menage and always had a soft spot for them. Truth is I ignored this story and I have no excuse. So this menage romance was published last year and you should not think that a date of release makes a difference!😛

I was immediately hooked to the plot and characters. I did not expect this to be immediate. It is funny how sometimes I have preconceived ideas about a story. Here, I was expecting a slow pace with a focus on romance only. I was half wrong: definitely romance oriented but the plot was interesting and gave way more depth to the story.

I came to the realization long time ago that I do not like easy relationship in my romances. I like, scratch that. I LOVE when the characters are complicated or if the males have different personalities and join the relationship with hardship. The easy “we knew from kindergarten that we wanted to share a wife” is so boring, so redundant, so déjà-vu!! It is not even funny anymore. In fact, I have to tell that because I read so many menage romances now that each time I find a complicated relationship, I am thrilled and jump on it like a starving maniac. Rare, way too rare.

This story was exactly that for me. I loved everything about it and I mean everything. Most of you know how picky I am about sex scenes. Most of them are repeat from déjà-read over and over again and it is very hard to keep me interested anymore. I never understood why authors are so boring in their sex scenes. Oh do not get me wrong, a DP is a DP, a cunnilingus is a cunnilingus, etc. But it seems that they never heard of Kama Sutra or just humorous situation or build up. Most have to be done quickly or at least this is how I read it. Outside the BBK (Bedroom-Bathroom-Kitchen), I wonder if authors think it is possible to make love in another place … Anyway. I DID find great sex scenes, not that many but the ones I read were great nonetheless. Some people may not enjoy the physical twists but I did. This added the credibility I expect to see in aliens physiology.

The heroine was spicy and had all the qualities I love in one. The males, already said, were different and interesting. The romance was not a done deal from the start and all parties needed to work for it.

The only thing that I may have changed would be the first pages. I would have -maybe- added an introduction of the world. Sci-fi is never easy to re-transcript in words. In the author’s mind, it is clear as day. In the reader’s mind, it becomes clear only if the description is clear. Here, I had to re-read sometimes few paragraphs to understand the context. But it was only 2, maybe 3 pages. Once I got the “vision” of the world, I was hooked.

I like the drama aka villains. It was an unexpected turn of events and that also was great. I am not fond to know first chapter who are the villains. I am not fond of them to show up out of the blue near the end of the story as it is for me a way to “end” the story and get to the often sex epilogue.

So the more an author surprise me, the better. This story was an incredible treat for me. I will be very happy to re-read it in a couple of months and I definitely recommend it without hesitation! Thank you Mrs Serena Akeroyd, I am now checking on a regular basis book #2 of this series🙂






Guest Author: T. Strange presents Crossed Wires #MMM #LGBT #MMromance


Publisher: Torquere Press
Date of release: June 18th 2015
ISBN or ASIN: 9781610409322
Length: 49 pages


Thanks so much for having me today Mary!

I’m so thrilled to share a little bit about Rory, Tanner and Lev, from Crossed Wires, my M/M/M ménage novella!

I’d like to give an ebook copy of Crossed Wires to a commenter on mary’s blog under this post🙂

T. Strange


authorbio3T. Strange didn’t want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn’t stopped reading—or writing—since. She’s been published with Torquere Press since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres, including paranormal and BDSM. T.’s other interests include cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue. Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs and other creatures of all shapes and sizes. She’s very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.

TWITTER: ~ @AuthorTStrange


synopsis3Rory isn’t expecting much more than clowns and elephant poop when he agrees to take his niece and nephew to the circus, but he finds himself entranced by the trapeze performers. Returning to the circus another night, he meets Lev and Tanner after the show and finds himself just as interested in the men themselves. They take him back to their hotel room for a night of steamy sex. After the circus leaves, Rory can’t stop thinking about the duo, though they never call him. He enrolls in a trapeze class as a distraction, and is astonished to find out who’s teaching the course.


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The bed was neatly made, at least until Tanner launched himself onto it and landed, bouncing, on his ass. He kicked off his shoes, using the toes of his opposite foot to take off his socks.
The rest of his clothing quickly followed, until he was lying, naked, spread across the bed. He wriggled a few times, rubbing himself against the blanket like an itchy animal, or simply enjoying the feeling of the fabric against his bare skin.
His clothes were tossed in the direction of the messy side of the room, confirming my theory.
Lev undressed as well, more slowly. He could hardly take his eyes off Tanner. It was obvious that they were really, deeply in love. Just watching them made me feel special, as though that love reflected off of them and was transferred to me, if only temporarily. I still wasn’t sure why they had agreed to take me to their bed, but the sight of Tanner naked shot down any questions I might have.
He was lean, almost thin, but I could see his muscles working every time he moved. I knew he had to be strong, but seeing him like this, the curve of his biceps, the bulge of his thigh, he was magnificent. He smiled up at me, rolling onto his front and beckoning me closer. His ass was…If the rest of him was magnificent, his ass was perfect. I had already admired his butt while he was dressed, but nothing could compare to seeing it exposed.
“Don’t just stand there gawking.” Tanner stretched, cat-graceful, and beckoned me closer. His predatory smile went with the motion.
I hesitated for a moment. I was still fully dressed, though both of them were naked. Lev was sitting, rather daintily for such a large man, on the corner of the bed, his knees tucked up to his chest as he leaned against the headboard, watching us.
As soon as I had slipped out of my shirt and stood, naked, at the foot of the bed, Tanner flashed me another brilliant smile and rolled over until he was on all fours. His sublime ass was just in front of me, close enough to reach out and touch, if I was bold enough.
Something landed on the bed beside Tanner — a condom.
I picked it up, glad to have something to do with my hands and attention, at least for a few seconds. I looked up to see Lev watching me. I gave a half-apologetic shrug, and he smiled at me for the first time since I’d met him.
I climbed onto the bed. Tentatively, I reached out and touched Tanner’s rump. He gave a happy groan, leaning back into my hand. I settled my hand more firmly, stroking the warm, soft rise of his ass.
“You’re not just going to tease, are you?” Tanner looked back over his shoulder at me, sinking onto his elbows and raising his butt in the air. “Because I can take my business elsewhere.” He gave his hips a little shake, tempting me closer.
I moved in, letting my hands guide me over his ass, up his hips, until I had a hand resting on his sides. Our bodies were snugged close together, my groin pressed against the lightly-furred cleft of his ass.
He groaned and wiggled against me, pressing back with a surprising amount of force.
Lev moved from his place against the headboard until he was kneeling in front of Tanner. He did something that made Tanner cry out. When I looked around his body, I could see that Lev had grabbed Tanner’s wrists, pinning them to the mattress.
“Fuck, Lev!” Tanner stretched himself as far back toward me as he could with his wrists pinned, moaning and cursing softly under his breath.
It was a few moments before I could ask, “Lube?” Lev passed me some, releasing one of Tanner’s wrists, and I poured it on my sheathed cock. I was too impatient to worry about it dripping on the bed, and anyway, it was a hotel. As soon as I felt I was slick enough, I stroked Tanner’s hole with one slick finger, planning on gently working him open.
He bucked, driving himself down on my finger surprisingly hard and fast. I didn’t move into him, worried that he would hurt himself. “Tanner, maybe you should…” But he was already rocking and grinding on my finger, happily struggling against the hold on his wrists. He was relaxed and loose, so I probably wouldn’t hurt him, but I prefer to start slowly.
“More, Rory!” Tanner pulled away from my finger until it was nearly out of him.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I pulled my hand away, maneuvering my cock into place.
“Yes!” He pressed backward into me, so I hardly had to move at all. I just had to resist being pushed away.
In much less time than I was used to, I was all the way in. There was a quiet, breathless moment when all three of us seemed to take a breath together, and then Tanner began to move, rocking himself forward and back on my cock. Unlike his trapeze performances, his movements now were jerky and wild. It seemed strange to me that Tanner was doing most of the work, but there wasn’t much room to move with him slamming against me. I held his hips and went along for the ride.
I heard Lev murmuring, and it took me a moment to realize he wasn’t speaking English. It seemed that Tanner could understand Russian, or maybe it didn’t matter if he didn’t understand the words, that the tone was enough.
Tanner cried out again. Startled, I looked up to see that Lev was now clutching a fistful of the flyer’s hair, apparently pinning both of Tanner’s wrists with one hand. Now Tanner was fucking himself on me hard enough that the bed was moving with each thrust, the mattress and frame creaking, the headboard tapping the wall but not hitting hard enough to knock.
My face flushed. I was used to living in apartments, where I was surrounded by neighbors and had to monitor how loud my sex was. It was clear that Tanner had no such compunctions. He yelled, he screamed, he howled, he shouted for more. All the restrained poise and beauty and unreleased energy from his performance seemed to be channeled into sex for him.
He came not long after, clenching so tight around me that I cried out. If I hadn’t been so close, it would definitely have been uncomfortable. He half-collapsed beneath me, supported only by his knees and elbows. I could feel his legs trembling. My last few thrusts were harder than what I’m used to, but were slow and gentle compared to the pace Tanner had set.


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Review: Covered by Bubbles by Gracie Meadows

Title: Covered by Bubbles
Series: Heels for Hire, #1
Author: Gracie Meadows
Genre: contemporary
Content: MFM
Stand Alone: YES
Re-issued /Re-edited: NO
Date published: Aug 18, 2016
Published by: Vinvatar
ISBN: 9781945012884
Word count:  52,797


authorbio3As a person who does believe in love at first  sight, it was easy to find romance where ever I went. I myself have fallen into  fate’s hand when I met my husband and married eleven days later. Now, we just  celebrated our ten year anniversary with four children. I never regret a single  day, and love him more and more with each passing hour.

I was never much  of a writer in school. I enjoyed mostly poems, but anything longer never held my  interest. When a friend challenged me to actually write a book better than the one she was reading. I toyed with the idea, and now here I am today. I have  found a hidden passion that allows my wild side to come out while keeping the  romance together. I would love to hear from all of you.

You can find Gracie Meadows on Facebook


synopsis3Brandie ‘Bubbles’ Anderson is ready and willing to tackle any case thrown at her. As an investigator for Heels for Hire, Inc. she’s independent, strong, perky, blonde, and slightly trigger happy, especially when it involves men who can’t accept the word ‘no.’ However, her newest case will take her out of her comfort zone and will have her working with two of Ridgeville’s finest- and she does mean F.I.N.E.

Chance and Dylan have been friends since their academy days and partners on the Ridgeville Police Department for years. They’ve been trained to anticipate every move and every possible outcome, but how do you prepare for getting partnered with a perky, blonde bombshell? One that, not only, has skills and is smart, but she’s also the woman that both men want badly.

What should have been a simple car theft case turns into something much bigger than any of them ever expected, and when family, friends, and loved ones are in danger it will be time to put everything on the line and hold nothing back to save them.




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myreview5I am going to be honest here. At times I truly enjoyed the story and at times I struggled a little bit. But overall it is a book I recommend!

So the parts I had some issues are mainly one character and credibility at times. I do not include sex because I am extremely picky regarding sex scenes in erotic romances.

I loved Dylan. I liked Bubbles/Brandie. I disliked Chance.

I have some problems when a male characters is 1. crude 2. caveman. To be crude can be fun but only if partners know each other enough. Here, they had sex after 2 days and it was a bit short for me to call the heroine names during the act, even for foreplay. But Chance had a possessive macho attitude that I did not like much as well and totally over the top after only 2 days of knowing her. So his character ruined a little bit the romance for me. However, Dylan was a big teddy bear sweetheart. He was as much protective but acted like a gentleman.

The heroine, Bubbles aka Brandie, is a Brat. Please notice the B in Brat. She is independent to the extreme and knows what she wants. I like those heroine. I can relate to them. However, the author wanted her classy, a non one night kinda girl, when in fact everything pointed to this direction: a girl who did not want a leash, knew what she wanted, when she wanted with who. She definitely acted like a woman who just picked men at bars for a night and left without leaving a phone number. But the author wanted her a lady. When Dylan thought she may be a virgin, it was a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit over the top when she acted everything but a virgin.

But overall, I like them all together. Still a bit too stereotyped about the best friends raised in the street with drunk father and such to justify the sharing part but I will not fault Gracie Meadows for that, 99% of the menage authors have no idea how to justify the menage. Sharing sex, yes. Menage forever, no.

Regarding sex scenes, I will not detail one but everyone will know which one I am talking about once they read it. I find this sex scene again exaggerated after only 2 days of knowing the heroine. And I thought both males should have grovel a lot more on this. The heroine acted like a doormat and I did not like it.

The other issue is credibility.

Not that it was major but characters and plot were sometimes over the top. Both heroes are police officers. And even though the chief was a bit too tolerant and this was a small town, I found their behavior way too soft. The contract with the detective company (Heels For Hire) was a bit exaggerated. The heroine showed up and took charge of pretty much of every action. It was a little bit too much. The plot at times was too romanced.

The good and great parts now.

The romance is equally shared with the plot. It is nice to read a plot with action. It was nicely developed and gave us clues, without them being to obvious, for a sequel with new and same characters. I definitely liked that the clues were not introduced at the epilogue. They were subtle. Covered by Bubbles is book #1 of this series. I liked very much the humor.

HUGE kudos to Vinvatar, the publisher. They did not add #1 next to the series. This always confuses me and I always wonder if the series is a “must read in order”,  a false stand alone or a true stand alone. Why false? Because some series use the main characters for second characters and everyone is just part of the plot one way or another. So if we do not read the series in order, it can be confusing, even more when no lexicon is provided for help. Here, no number. Excellent decision!

My conclusion?

I enjoyed this story and I recommend it. It was fun and the plot was interesting. If I had to choose one thing about it, it would be I liked the book because of the Brat heroine. But yet, I like Dylan and the humor always so rare in romance.

Great story, Mrs Gracie Meadows! Keep going, I will keep an eye on this series for sure🙂



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