Hello Menages Romances Lovers,

March 1

6, this is my honor to welcome Cara Covington aka Morgan Ashbury in this 2016 Menage Romances Spring Tour.


What can I say about Cara/Morgan? Being an exclusive menages romances for so long, I remember that Siren Bookstrand was one of the first publisher I discovered. I was totally amazed with the number of menages published weekly. It was x-mas time every day there! lol

There is no way I could ignore Cara Covington, absolutely no way. Time after time, I knew I could count on her to deliver not only quality but the subgenre I love so much. And she is one of the reason why I would not mind moving to Texas. After so many menages stories, it has to be true right? right!

So have fun discovering her new Lusty Texas release!



It’s spring, a time for new beginnings, and fresh starts. It’s also my favorite time of year. It’s the time when my daffodils, narcissi and lilies-of-the-valley break ground, and my lilac trees assure me they survived the winter by budding.

I’m delighted to spend this time with y’all, and grateful to Mary Ménages for the opportunity. My name is Morgan Ashbury, and I am also Cara Covington. Yes, it’s confusing!

Because it is my favorite time of year and I am blessed to be here, I want to give you a prize! How does $25 in Bookstrand strand bucks sound? You can use them to buy any e-book sold at Bookstrand, including ebooks by Siren authors, as well as Kensington and Harlequin and more!

But you need to answer this giveaway question in the comments: Where did Addison Benedict come to Lusty from?






Morgan Ashbury, also writing as Cara Covington, has been a writer since she was first able to pick up a pen. In the beginning, it was a hobby, a way to create a world of her own, and who could resist the allure of that? Then as she grew and matured, life got in the way, as life often does. She got married and had three children, and worked in the field of accounting, for that was the practical thing to do, and the children did need to be fed. And all the time she was being practical, she would squirrel herself away on quiet Sunday afternoons, and write.

Most children are raised knowing the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. Morgan’s children also learned the Paper Rule: Thou shalt not throw out any paper that has thy mother’s words upon it.

Believing in tradition, Morgan ensured that her children’s children learned this rule, too.

Life threw Morgan a curve when, in 2002, she underwent emergency triple bypass surgery. Second chances are to be cherished, and with the encouragement and support of her husband, Morgan decided to use hers to do what she’d always dreamed of doing—writing full-time.

Morgan has always loved writing romance. It is the one genre that can incorporate every other genre within its pulsating heart. Romance showcases all that humankind can aspire to be. And, she admits, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.

Morgan’s favorite hobbies are reading, cooking, and traveling—though she would rather you didn’t mention that last one to her husband. She has too much fun teasing him about having become a “Traveling Fool” of late.

Morgan lives in Southwestern Ontario, Canada, with a mysterious cat, a nine-pound Morkie dog who thinks he’s a German Shepherd, and her husband of forty-three years, David.

BLOG:  clue question #5 (out of 11):
What milestone is Morgan/Cara getting ready to celebrate?

WEBSITE TWITTER:  @morganashbury @caracovington 





Hurting and hurt, Addison Benedict comes to Lusty, Texas to heal after a bad accident. Scarred on the inside and out, she’s humbled by her siblings’ generous and loving welcome, even as she secretly longs for the kind of loving relationships her brothers have found.

Carmichael Jones and Terry Jessop fall for her at first sight and don’t give one good damn about the baggage she carries. Addison may believe she has a lot to atone for, and maybe she does. But they’re determined to show her the loving woman they see within and that she does deserve love and happiness and every good thing.

What no one understands is the lengths to which Addison’s mother, Norah Benedict, will go to in order to see that her daughter fulfills Norah’s selfish  dreams of wealth and position. Convinced her children have all betrayed her, Norah reaches out to a stranger for help—with possibly very tragic consequences.





I am pleased to present this never before seen Adult excerpt, exclusive to Mary Ménages




(c) Cara Covington

She turned her focus to her body and discovered she still wore the butt plug Mike had inserted.

“Ah, you’re awake. Good. Time for act two.”

She turned onto her back from her side and looked at Mike. He was propped up on one arm on her left and looked pretty damn smug. She turned her head to the right to see Terry matched the other man’s pose, exactly.

“Act two?”

“Mmm hmm. Nothing for you to worry about, little lady. Just lie back and enjoy.”

Addison was still chuckling when Mike covered her. His gaze, fastened on hers, promised serious pleasure. Yet he made his place between her legs carefully, nudging hers and waiting for her to open to him.

“What, no foreplay?”

Mike shook his head, and then he inhaled deeply. “You’re wet enough.” He proved his words by lowering his body to hers and rubbing his latex-covered cock against her pussy. She could feel her own juices slick his cock.

He thrust forward and impaled her completely. He held his upper body off her, braced on his arms, and grinned as he looked down at her.

His cock hit the edge of her cervix, causing a twinge of pain that aroused more than it hurt. His groin nestled against her, and he did a little side-to-side move that rubbed his pubic hair against her clit.

Addison hissed in a breath. She laid her hands on his forearms and then slid them up until she could rest her wrists on his shoulders. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist, making herself completely open and vulnerable to him.

“How does it feel with my cock and the butt plug inside you at the same time?”

“Good. Full. Sexy.”

“Then you’re going to love having both of us inside you at the same time.”

Addison shivered. His words took her passion from glowing embers to searing flame in a heartbeat. “Now that’s what I call foreplay.” She licked her lips and pressed her hips against him with a rolling thrust. She squeezed her inner muscles and shivered again when he responded by flexing his cock inside her pussy.

“Fuck me, Carmichael Jones.”

“Yes, ma’am. That’s the plan.”

No room for talking now, just feeling. Mike thrust into her, hard and fast and deep, over and over again, and Addison returned his ardor measure for measure. Beside them, watching intently, enjoying the performance, lay Terry Jessop.

Addison was as aware of him as she was Mike, even though he wasn’t even touching her. Somewhere along the way, her body and her psyche had decided to ignore the fact they were two men and considered them both as only one entity, lover.

With each thrust, Mike’s cock rubbed against her inner channel and his groin brushed her mons. Her clit felt hot and engorged, and even though she’d come twice already, her greedy hormones demanded more.

He moved faster, sweat dotted his face, and hunger burned in his gaze. With each movement, Addison’s arousal grew, flying higher and higher. Then Mike lowered himself down and slid a hand under her and pulled her into his thrusts.

“I fucking love fucking you, Addison. Your cunt is so hot and tight. Milk me, babe. Make me come.”

She flexed her inner muscles, not just pleasuring him but herself as well as the contraction tantalized her sweet spot and her clit. She whimpered as her orgasm roared toward her as she recognized the titanic force of it as something completely outside her control.

“Yeah, yeah! Addison!” Her name on his lips as he came, Mike pumped once then held himself deep inside her.

The heat of his ejaculation bathed the inside of the condom and kissed her womb. Each spasm of ecstasy carried a tiny wish that no condom existed between them.

It was the most shocking and the sexiest impulse she’d ever experienced.

Mike hung over her for just a moment, heaving for breath. Then he bent down and kissed her. Slow and sweet, his kiss spoke of his emotions, and she wondered if they’d shared that one thought as they’d shared their orgasms.

Mike withdrew from her carefully, but he didn’t go far. The bed moved when Terry gained his knees. She turned her head and met his gaze.

“Will you let me have your ass?”


Her stomach was filled with butterflies, and she honestly couldn’t say in that moment if it was excitement or apprehension.

“Tell me to stop if you need to. I’ll be careful.”

Apparently being careful included easing her down to the foot of the bed then onto her feet. He turned her and pushed on her back. The bed was high enough that, bent over it like this, her chest resting on the mattress, she was at a good height for his purposes.

“Another time we’ll try having you on your knees—but not on a day when you’ve strained your leg, babe.”

It didn’t surprise her that his care of her would be so absolute. This was what love was like. This act of caring and compassion of a man for his woman, even in the face of a raging hard-on.

They’ve shown you in so many ways that they’re not just having a fling with you. They love you.

The thought should have frightened her, but it wasn’t fear she felt surrounding those butterflies now. It was hope.

“Spread your legs a little. Mike’s going to be my wingman.”

She didn’t get the meaning until Mike moved down the bed, his gaze locked on her face. Then she understood. Just as it was Terry’s job during the workout sessions to watch her for signs of undue stress, Mike was going to do the same now.

Then thought vanished as she felt Terry move the butt plug inside her, turning it left then right. He eased it out of her gently. He wasted no time spreading fresh lubricant over her anus. He used two fingers to work some of the gel into her.

Addison felt herself trembling and decided it was excitement that was rolling through her. She gasped when she felt the hot, latex-covered head of Terry’s cock press against her opening. Then he began to push.

Mike stroked the side of her face, and she realized she’d closed her eyes as the pressure of Terry’s cock against her rosebud increased. The burning, the morphing to pain were familiar sensations now, and they awakened a dark craving inside her. She wanted this, wanted to feel Terry’s cock in her ass. She needed both these men to take her every way they could.

She felt her sphincter give way and Terry slide slowly into her until he could go no farther. His scrotum, hot and full, rested against her pussy, and Addison knew this was the most intensely feral sensation in the world. All her fires were lit, and every erogenous zone her body possessed awoke and demanded satisfaction, right now.








13 responses

  1. Titania says:


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  2. BUG with my blog, comment validated by Mary

    ” Cara Covington’s books are on my auto-buy list.
    A: Addison came to Lusty from Montana.”

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  3. Deb Gosling says:

    Addison Benedict come to Lusty from Montana.

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  4. seelkfireice says:

    Cara Covington’s books are on my auto-buy book list. I haven’t read one yet that I didn’t lovelovelove! That was one hawt excerpt, I can’t wait to read it, it is waiting for me on my iPad.
    Addison arrived from Montana.

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  5. Stacy Pritt says:


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  6. Mary, thank you so much for hosting me today!


  7. Josie Amato says:

    She came from Billings Montana

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  8. sharon Azmier says:

    She came from Montana

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  9. seelkfireice says:

    for some reason my comment, I was the 2nd one, is not showing up 😦
    anywhoo… Ms. Covington’s books are on my auto-buy list.
    A: Addison arrived from Montana

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  10. THANK YOU so much for your participation!!! ❤


  11. Thanks, Mary, for the wonderful blog tour. A special thank you goes out to all of the readers who participated. You’re the best!