By: Bianca Sommerland
Published By: Bianca Sommerland
Published: Jan 27, 2016
ISBN # 9780993904394
Hello menages Romances lovers!
On this 2nd day of this 2016 Menages Spring Tour, it is my honor to present you: Bianca Sommerland.
Did you find the first author’s clue, RA Steffan, yesterday? Then, time to find the Bianca’s second clue on her blog! 🙂
I will repeat myself because it is important… keep your answers for yourself until the very end of this tour. Once, I will post the very last guest author post on March 22nd (11th clue), then you will be able to send me per mail your 11 answers. To read the rules, clic on the logo under my signature.
Meanwhile, join us at the Facebook event, HERE. We had a blast yesterday with RA Steffan, lets continue with Bianca Sommerland today!!
Have fun and happy menage reading!
HAPPY SPRING! It may not look like it yet, but it’s getting there. Everything is green and pretty and I already miss hockey! Lol
But this isn’t about hockey, this is all about the band. Sure, bands tour all year long, but in the spring everything is green and fresh and up north, you can start thinking about outdoor concerts! 🙂 It’s awesome!
My band hasn’t been so lucky with winter tours, so I’m looking forward to having them tour during the warmer months in the next book. But in this one, our sexy trio manages to keep one another pretty cozy, even when it’s chilly all around them. The menage scenario develops over the course of the story though, so if you have read it, I won’t spoil it for you!
For my GIVEAWAY, you’ll get a signed copy of Backlash (Winter’s Wrath #1) along with a couple of things the band decides to throw in the package for you. It is open internationally. 🙂
My Giveaways question is: Which music do you fancy and why?
To WIN, simply leave your answer in the comments. There’s a ton of awesome prizes, so make sure to keep an eye on all the posts and have fun hunting down the answers! There will be an amazing grand prize too!
I’ll be picking my winner on March 23rd. Good luck!
Bianca Sommerland, author of the award winning Dartmouth Cobras series, was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. After hitting the USA TODAY Bestsellers list, and being invited to teach several classes on writing in the sports and BDSM genre, she retreated to her writing cave and can still be found there, doing what she’s always done. Which is writing whatever the characters tell her to.
When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics. Her dream is to one day own enough land to park a few junkers on so she can work on restorations in her spare time. She also wants a pony. And while we’re sharing her wishlist, owning a tank is somewhere around number 5. Not that she would use it unless there’s a zombie apocalypse, but she does like to be prepared.
Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and being lured into the fictional realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds.
WEBSITE : clue question #2 (out of 11): How old was Tate Maddox when he joined the band?
Note from Bianca:
Speaking of bands, I’ve got a CLUE QUESTION for you all, which might take a bit of hunting around. Unless you’ve read Backlash and have a great memory! Anyone know how old Tate Maddox, the drummer of Winter’s Wrath, was when he joined the band?
Outcasts, black sheep, those who never fit in anywhere. Winter’s Wrath belongs to them. Every single member of the band rejects the norm when it comes to music.
They won’t settle when it comes to love.
Alder Trousseau, the lead guitarist in a band that owns his heart and soul, has always stood in the shadow of a man he hates. Braver “Brave” Trousseau, the voice of Winter’s Wrath.
For the success of the band, they have to work past their animosity, but that’s difficult when they have the same taste in women. And men.
Sex is a game to Brave. A game that might leave the people Alder cares for completely broken. Unless he claims them for his own.
If he steps out of the shadows, he’ll have no choice to play. To win.
On stage, the drama drives the fans insane. The songs they sing are a blood racing, body moving, wary. But the very real battle taking place between the snares and the mic might tear the band apart.
The seating above was elegant, with rich red seats and fancy banisters, but the area in front of the stage ruined the sophistication. All the seating had been removed and there were crates that still hadn’t been stashed away from all the band’s audio and lighting equipment. About half an hour ago, VIP fans had been brought in for the sound check, but they hadn’t been allowed to take pictures because as Jesse had told them while acting as the host they didn’t need everyone online to see the mess.
We do venues like this all the time, so I’m used to it. He shifted her hair over one shoulder and bent down to kiss her neck again. His tone deepened in a way that heated her blood and made it very difficult to focus on anything he was saying. Churches are still a little weird thoughts.
She tipped her head to the side, enjoying the distraction of his lips moving down her throat, even though she was so turned on her panties weren’t going to survive the night. They were already a little damp.
Maybe he could help her with that.
How much time do we have? She hooked her fingers to the belt of his distressed, black jeans so he’d have no doubt as to why she was asking. RI has an idea of how you can help me relax.
He gave her a hooded look and took her hand to draw her backstage. Enough for me to take care of you.
All five bands had retreated to their buses, or headed out to local restaurants, to chill out before the show started. The crewmembers were still around, adjusting the lighting and setting up the merch tables. Backstage was surprisingly empty, but she knew a roadie could show up any minute.
Alder didn’t seem at all concerned, so she took his lead, moaning into his mouth as he pushed her up against the wall behind the heavy, red stage curtains. He cupped her pussy under her skirt, shifting aside the lace covering her and dipping a thick, calloused finger inside her with a soft groan.
RI love how wet you get for me. He dragged his finger out, spreading the moisture over her clit, circling the tiny bud until she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out at the sharp spark of pleasure. His hot breath brushed her throat as he leaned closer to her, easing his finger in and moving over her clit in a deliciously, torturous rhythm. Feeling you like this, I can’t help thinking about how you taste. I could spend hours with your legs wrapped around my neck and my mouth on your sweet pussy.
Oh, I like that idea. Her core tightened as he pressed another finger into her alongside the first. She was so aroused, she knew he’d set her off before long, but she needed to see him as out of control as she was. He always paid close attention to her; giving her anything she could want or need.
Right now, what she needed was to return the favor.
Curving her hand around the back of his neck, she drew him down so she could whisper in his ear. RI still doesn’t know what you taste like. That’s about to change.
Tugging his belt open, she maneuvered him around so his back was braced against the wall. When his hand left her she grabbed his wrist and sucked his fingers, enjoying both the flavor of herself on his skin, and the way he sucked in a sharp breath as he watched her.
She opened his jeans, freeing his long, hard dick which she’d felt inside her more than once, but still hadn’t had a chance to admire.
Stroking him, she ran her tongue over the thick head, which had darkened with his arousal. Along his length were thick veins and his pulse beat against her tongue as she ran it up the underside of his dick. Teasing him with a flick of her tongue, she tasted the bead of precum slicking the slit of his cock.
Baby, that feels so fucking good. Alder cupped her cheek, shifting his hips slightly as she wrapped her lips around him. God, you’re beautiful.
Cupping his balls in her hand, she let her saliva slick his whole length, moving faster, watching his face until he tipped his head back, and muttering what sounded like a prayer.
From the corner of her eye, there was movement. She slowed, not sure if she should stop and warn Alder.
But then she saw who it was and a naughty little voice in her head told her to keep going. She still remembered those teasing words about how she Might have had competition.
They wouldn’t get in trouble for getting caught. Not by him.
He can either leave, or he can stay and watch.
And for some strange reason, she kinda hoped he’d stay.