February 14, 2015
Guest Author: Serena Akeroyd
Happy Valentine’s to you all!
Even if you’re a lover or a hater of the day itself, hopefully, a glance through this blog will inspire you to fall in lurve with the event. 😀
For myself, as a woman who is head over heels for ménage tales, and who would gladly live within a luscious triad, my day will be glumly spent. No romantic meals for me, but I’ll cope. I’m waiting for my two Prince Charmings, after all. 😉
As a lover of the unorthodox, I’m running a dual giveaway!
In November last year, my first ménage with Siren Publishing was released! Ménage Material is the first in a new series based in Paris, all loosely based around a botanically and ethically sound make-up company called La Belle sans la Bête cosmetics.
And, a week ago, my first paranormal erotica was released with Siren too. I have a copy of Claimed by Caden for this competition as well…all in celebration of the day of love!
I have one Ménage Material to give away.
Good luck with the competition and have a corker of a day yourselves!
My question is: Who callls “our mignonne” the heroine?
Winner will be announced February 17th on Mary’s blog!
Serena 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!
[Ménage Amour: Erotic, Older Hero, Ménage a Trois, Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]
Realizing there’s a third person in her marriage, Devvy Jacques is stunned. Discovering her husband’s lover is a man, she’s horrified. Learning that man is Alexei Ivanov, the internationally renowned scientist behind the cure for cancer, she’s… Horny?
Being part of a ménage wasn’t in any of her fairy tales as a kid, but the more she’s with hubby, Sebastien, and new lover, Alexei, the more she realizes it’s a dream come true.
Around them, between them, under or above them, Devvy flourishes, becoming the woman she was meant to be before life did a number on her.
With the ménage flourishing, and love growing every day, it takes a twisted blackmailer to derail it all. Raking up past secrets Alex wants to remain hidden, and exposing their unusual household to the world’s eye, the trio face enough challenges to unravel apart.
Will life work its mischief or will they still have what it takes to be perfect Ménage Material?
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Life had been one whole heap of foreplay.
She didn’t need to be caressed.
She needed to be fucked by these two men.
And the sooner it happened, the better.
“Fuck me, baby, please,” she pleaded, her eyes huge in her delicate rose-tinged face as she held out her hands for Alex.
His chuckle was hoarse as he said, “I can deny you nothing, Devvy. Bastien, see to our mignonne.”
Bastien did as bade. He climbed onto the bed, settling atop the covers at the head and sinking down onto the cushions. He curled a finger, beckoning her to come to him and Alex helped her roll over and get onto her knees. How she managed that short crawl, Devvy didn’t know. She was a mass of molten mush. So on edge, so ready, she kind of wished she’d let them bring her off just to get a little stuffing back in her joints.
She shuddered as she settled on her husband’s lap. Just the sheer act of lifting a leg over so as to straddle him had her quivering. Her pussy lips parted with the gesture and that tiny movement had her clit throbbing.
She moaned when a hard cock immediately waited for entrance to her body. It nudged her clit, slid up and down, around and around the wet slit. When Bastien nudged in the tip, she grunted. No matter how wet she was, he was always so fucking wide.
Sucking in a breath, she bore down, pushing her stomach muscles into submission as her entire body went to work on accepting her husband inside. He wasn’t huge, but she was small. Even after two years of his thick girth.
He lodged the tip in, something that always filled her with relief and had sweat popping out of pores from both of them. It took a few seconds more to simply slide down and lodge him deep.
She shuddered when he was seated inside. Her muscles clamping down, twitching and releasing in an intimate greeting. Now he was there, bound to her, and she collapsed against him, a willing victim to whatever the hell they were about to do to her.
His chuckle sounded loud against her ear, as he murmured something in French to Alex, who immediately laughed. She knew it wasn’t at her, so she didn’t mind. And even if she’d had the energy to chide them for switching to French, she wouldn’t have. Bastien always reverted to his mother tongue during sex.
It was his weapon of mass orgasmic destruction.
The instant his grunts and groans, his whispered curses, turned French, she was a goner.
Every single time.
The sounds of their husky mutterings worked their magic on her, as they always did. Everything inside sat up in expectation.
The bed jolted slightly as Alex made his move onto the mattress, and she shuddered as his hand cupped her ass, sliding his callused palm over the silky flesh. His fingers ran down the crevice parting the two cheeks, and she whimpered as his fingers nudged at the pucker resting there.
The sound of liquid flowing was her only warning as cold lube splashed against her ass. Her grumbles were ignored and they were short anyway, as Alex began preparing her for him.
His fingers played with the pucker, spreading it, teasing it before retreating. He’d thrust finger-deep, and then pull all the way out, before thrusting in deep again. A mewl burst free as on one thrust, he pressed down. The move had Bastien hissing too and the pair of them shuddered against each other as Alex went to work.
Tucked against her husband’s chest, her legs cupping his waist, she’d never felt safer and more ready to fly off the deep end.
With him here to ground her, and Alex at her back to help her soar, Devvy experienced a deeper sense of belonging than she’d ever known with these two.
Her mind wasn’t up to deep, philosophical thinking. But her body knew the difference.
Today, these two men would be hers.
That’s all she knew, and her very DNA clamored with it.
Wet with lube, Alex’s fingers suddenly slid over the curve of her ass and she felt the bed shift as he pressed forward at a new angle. She knew now was the time and every part of her sang with the knowledge.
His cock head brushed the pucker he’d lovingly prepared. One hand kneaded her ass, while his cock began to nudge muscles aside to demand entry to her most forbidden part.
A thought fluttered through her mind as she waited, on the edge for Alex to take her…Why was it forbidden? And then, there were no more thoughts.
Slowly, but surely, Alex impaled her on his shaft.
It took a while. Every inch was hard-won, because Bastien’s girth already filled her to bursting.
There were moments that were uncomfortable. Moments that had tears pricking her eyes and rolling down to dampen Sebastien’s shoulders. But they were slow. They took their time and fingers belonging to Sebastien, she imagined, skated between them to caress her clit, as though reminding her of the pleasure to come.
When his shaft was deep in her ass, Alex’s low keening cry echoed around the room. The strange pitch trembled along her nerve endings, putting her on edge in a way she couldn’t understand.
A flurry of French rebounded between the pair of them. Sounds of grunts and groans, husky laughs and need-filled chuckles told her, without words, the depth of pleasure she was giving her men.
She didn’t need the English. She just needed their mother tongue to work its insidious magic on her body.