Author Interview with Clair de Lune presenting her new menage release: Meredith’s Mates



Publisher: Siren
Date of release: 8th November 2016
ISBN: 978-1-68295-589-5
Length: 27738


Trouble is brewing on Hades. Strome has a reputation for cruelty, and when he tries to force a pair of innocent young people into mating with him, winged Meredith goes to rescue them. Little does he expect his life to change forever. He meets and rescues the mates he’s been searching for all his adult life.

Safely back on Prosper, he sets out to win their love and make them forget their ill treatment at the hands of Strome. However, a misunderstanding brings danger to his mates from an unexpected quarter.

Will Meredith succeed in thwarting the plans of a wicked woman determined to get her way? Will he rescue his mates from a future of slavery, and can he convince them of his true feelings toward them?



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.Today, I am very honored to welcome author Clair de Lune. I met this lady on Facebook like most authors. But what make Clair de Lune special is her humility, her sweetness, her impressive published books and overall just an incredible person to gravitate around. This is rare and she is a true gem. So today, I really want you to discover, if you do not know her, this author. If one sentence was ever truer, it is this one: never judge an author by its covers. After reading this incredible interview, I am sure you will understand that you cannot turn away and must read her books!


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Hi Clair de Lune, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself and your background?

I’m Clair de Lune, but I also write as Flora McGregor. Thank you for inviting me on your blog, Mary.

I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I sent many happy years teaching, and when I retired I became bored with just the domestic routine. I have always loved to read. My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation“, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then writing has become an important part of my life. When I decided to send off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I never imagined I‘d still be writing four years later, or that Prometheus in Chains would soon number 15. My longest and most most successful series is Prometheus in Chains, but I have another called The Blood Red Rose Club, as well as a third, self published initially, but soon to be re-released by Vinvatar. I have a particular interest in Kinbaku as practised by Master “K,” who very kindly checks over the finished scenes for me. I do a lot of research both for the backgrounds I use and the names of the characters. I have always loved science fiction and I enjoy creating new worlds. The Cairngorm Dragons series is set in Scotland, but the world the dragon shifter characters inhabit is imaginary. I used Gaelic names that fitted the description or role of the character in the story, so Oidhche, the Gaelic for night, is the villain. The series came to me when I was on holiday and went to visit Loch Ness. Before the holiday was over book one was almost finished.

15046323_1869996146566807_816268150_nWhile most of my books are MF, I enjoy writing MM and ménage. It depends on the characters that come to me. The first ménage I wrote was The Locket, a regency mystery and I had great fun with a set of identical triplets, but not half so much fun as the heroine. Perhaps my favourite ménage is Master Salvador’s Dilemma. It took me a long time to write it. I wanted to explore the genre, but in a slightly different way. Olafur, one of the main characters is gay and it’s partly his struggle to come to terms with his feelings for Master Salvador and his acceptance of Rose as Master Salvador’s sub, that interested me. No he doesn’t change. I had to come up with a solution to the dilemma that Siren would accept. Rose and Olaf were never going to fuck but they were in a ménage. I did come up with a solution. What? Well you will just have to read the book to find out.

I am often asked how I come up with plots. The truth is sometimes it’s a story that comes to me like the Cairngorm Dragons series, but most of the time it’s characters. Many of my characters are no longer young. They have baggage and experience. I like to put them in situations and offer them a second chance and see if they accept it. When I wrote Initiation I was bored with reading about young things and their lives. There was nothing out there for people of my generation. No we aren‘t past it. Love, romance, sex and pleasure are not over by twenty five; far from it. My characters may have health issues, problems with self image and lack confidence sometimes, but they struggle to overcome them. Their struggles and the ways they have to adapt to achieve happiness fascinate me. Jane and her Master Angus have four books in which they appear as main characters. I wanted to see what happened after they had their HEA. What sort of problems would they face and how would they adapt and overcome them?

I love to hear from my readers and I answer all messages and email.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I do have a specific style and it’s very English. My characters speak in the way the people around me speak and I don’t like making changes to it. I believe that my readers enjoy the difference and if there are any differences in grammar or spelling they are intelligent enough to accept that it’s a different country they are reading about. I don’t remember hearing a Texas accent round here and I am willing to bet there are very few people from Yorkshire in Texas. Vive la difference! We don’t all have to be the same.


Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

Most of the time I have a vague idea of where a story is going, but not always. Lucifer’s Errant Sub, is set in Eastern Europe, but I never intended Devil to run away and join the circus. Sometimes you just have to go where the characters want to go. The next Prometheus in Chains is partly plotted. I have written about a third of it. The professions of the characters dictated their meeting and their interest in BDSM is going to bring them together in a games night. He is all about bondage and she is about to find out just what that means. That’s going to please Master ‘K.’ He loves to read the sub’s feelings and emotions as well as the Dom’s.

Do you ever get writer’s Block? Any tips on how to get through it?

Yes I do get writer’s block. I find real life gets in the way and I lose my fluidity. Normally I work at a book and write when I feel the next scene is ready in my head. Sometimes I can sit down and write day after day until the book is finished; resenting anything that gets in my way. Getting through writer’s block is more difficult. There have been times when I haven’t written for months and that’s usually because of stress, fatigue or illness in real life. I am no longer young and this is a second career, and one I never anticipated. What works for me is having a few outlines written and maybe several books on the go at any one time. If one stalls I go to another, and eventually I can return and finish the first book.

If this book is part of a series, tell us a little about it? What are your thoughts on writing a book series?



A reader sent me this picture (Ariel). I was struck by the pose of the figure as well as his strength and beauty. Other readers suggested I wrote his story, and so I began to think about it. I studied Shakespeare’s Tempest in school and it has always fascinated. I chose Arielle for my hero’s name and his home island was Prosper. When he eventually wades out of the sea, the island he lands on is the opposite of his home world so I called it Hades. I only ever intended to write the one novella, but as usual, my characters and readers had other ideas.



The picture of the bronze winged man (Meredith )was sent to me by another reader. He fitted the description of Meredith, Arielle’s friend in book 1, so of course his story had to be told. I thought that was it, but this very week I have received yet another picture, so maybe the series will go to 3

Personally I like series. It’s good to be able to develop characters, to see how they grow and adapt to their new relationships. HEAs have to be worked at. What happens after the ending of the book? If I give my characters a second book we see them at another critical period in their lives and watch them adapt to their circumstances. Perhaps the best catch up book I ever wrote was A Highland Christmas.

In it many of the characters from earlier books appear, marooned in the Highlands in my favourite castle. The plot was described as ‘a real roller coaster ride’ by one of my readers.

For your own reading, do you prefer eBooks or traditional paper/hard back books?

I have no strict preference. I read very quickly, so when I go on holiday I take a lot of books, an e-reader is so helpful and my suitcase weighs a lot less. I use audio books when I am in the car or I can’t sleep, but then the reader’s voice is of paramount importance. I have my favourites of course. That being said, there is no substitute for the smell and feel of a real book. One of my favourite places is a bookshop and my children have inherited this love and passed it on to my grandchildren. I usually buy paperback books but if I particularly like a book and re-read it then I get the hardback. It’s no surprise that I have 5 different copies of Pride and Prejudice. I love secondhand books, older editions that have been loved by their previous owners.


Which famous person, living or dead would you like to meet and why?

There are several people I’d love to have met. Jacob Bronowski, Lord Nelson, the Duke of Wellington, Georgette Heyer. As I have to choose one then it has to be Jane Austen. She’s been my favourite writer ever since I first read Pride and Prejudice at School. My teacher for Advanced Level English was inspirational and his reading of some passages of her writing plus his encouragement to explore her humour and irony led me to read and enjoy all of her books. My favourite book is Pride and Prejudice, closely followed by Persuasion. I’d love to have met her and talked about her characters and her writing. In a recent documentary on the BBC about the Treasures of the British Library, Meera Syal was shown the last two chapters of Persuasion in Jane’s handwriting. All the changes and alterations were there, even to a piece of paper pasted over a passage she wished to change. Now that’s something I’d love to see.

What is your favorite positive saying?

Tie a knot and carry on. First said by the Duke of Wellington. What works for the victor of Waterloo, is good enough for me.

Where can readers discover more about you and you work? and on Facebook. I have an author page and a reader created a group for me. I host parties on every release day, too.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I like to read, watch TV, usually a detective series and science fiction. I love the new Danish, Swedish, Norwegian and French series, as well as my British and American favourites. I like to knit and most of all to do appliqué and embroidery. I have made appliqué quilts for my grandchildren and have my own king size Baltimore quilt almost finished.

What projects are you working on at the present?


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I am working with a new publisher, Vinvatar. My short novel, Life on the Edge, will be re-released on November 17th with a brilliant new cover. Next there will be a re-release of the two self published novels in the Red series. Red is for Danger and Red is for Fire, followed by the new third book in the series, Red is for Denial. I have a plotline for book four and will be writing that soon.




With Siren Bookstrand I have book 15 in the Prometheus in Chains series well on the way, introducing a new couple and also several new characters who will feature in future books.

Thank you very much for taking the time out of your busy schedule to take part in this interview. It’s been my pleasure. Thank you so much for having me on your blog.

Clair de Lune


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(c) Clair de Lune – Meredith’s Mates

When they reached home, Meredith led them into the solar and had them sit down.

“I want to say something to you, and I don’t want you to interrupt. Nor do I wish to repeat this ever again.” He saw the look of consternation on their faces. “When I went to Hades, it was at the urging of Colonsay. She knew you were in trouble and needed help. I was prepared to do all I could.”

Vatersay lowered her head and clasped her hands in her lap, as if waiting for the blow to fall.

“I wasn’t prepared for my reaction to both of you. I found a delightful pair of young people. I pitied your situation.” He heard a sob escape from Vatersay.

“That wasn’t all. When first I saw Berneray, I knew he was just what I was searching for, what I’d been wanting and hadn’t found. Then you looked at me, Vatersay, and I felt as if I’d been kicked by a mule. From that moment on, all I wanted was to make you my mates and protect you from every wind that blew.”

“Then why didn’t you tell Alameida that?” Vatersay asked.

“Because I was reared on Prosper. I was so angered by what she said about you two, that I didn’t trust myself to speak. Courtesy and respect for women is ingrained in us. When I gained control of my temper, I told her to go and never come back. You see, little one, people who overhear half a conversation generally get it all wrong.”

“I told you so,” Berneray exclaimed. Vatersay punched him on the shoulder. “I tried, but I couldn’t convince her to stay. I couldn’t let her go on her own, so I had to go with her.”

“That was the best decision you could have made,” Meredith said.

“What will happen to Alameida?” Berneray asked.

“I neither know nor care. I don’t wish to hear her name mentioned in our home ever again.”

“Maybe she could go to Hades,” Vatersay suggested.”

“Never mind. Now we all need a bath, clean clothes, a good meal, and an early night.” Meredith said, as he rang the bell. A smiling servant appeared and he asked the man to prepare the bath.

“Meredith, you always say ‘please’ when you ask your servants to do something,” Vatersay commented.

“Yes. I believe that everyone is owed courtesy. I’m fortunate to be wealthy, but it doesn’t give me the right to consider myself better than anyone else, just luckier.”

“I see,” Vatersay said. Meredith saw that she was considering his words. She’d been treated badly all her life, and Meredith wanted her to see that there was another way.

The servant retuned to tell him that the bath was prepared and Meredith thanked him. He took his mates by the hand and led them to the bathing chamber. He and Berneray took off their loincloths and placed them in the basket for washing. Vatersay had left hers hanging from that window, and Meredith was content. He didn’t want anything to remind him of the incident, so he asked her to go and fetch a new one

“Berneray, get into the bath and kneel with your back to me.”

Berneray did as he was bid with alacrity. Meredith took a soft sponge and proceeded to wash his mate’s back and wings until he was satisfied that he’d washed away all trace of Alameida’s house from his skin and the delicate feathers.

Vatersay came back in the middle of this operation, deposited her loincloth on the bench, and joined her mates in the bath. Meredith cleaned her back and wings, and then Vatersay and Berneray cleaned each other’s fronts amid giggling and splashing. Vatersay whispered something to Berneray and they grabbed Meredith, turning him around to clean a wing each. Water flew everywhere. Meredith turned to face them. He was flushed and his cock was rigid and engorged.

“Well now, look what you did. Time to relieve my little problem,” he said.

“Little? Pffft,” Vatersay replied. Berneray hopped out of the bath and Vatersay lay back, clasping the sides. Meredith lifted her legs and she wrapped them around his waist. He bent over her, licking and kissing her nipples. He badly wanted to suckle them into his mouth, but he knew she must be sore after that man’s treatment of her. He’d have made her writhe and moan. Caliban had robbed him of that. She must be so tender, and he wouldn’t cause her any more pain. She gazed up at him so trustingly. Her eyes were dark with desire. She clung onto the bath.

“Berneray, please take me now.” Meredith knew his voice was thick with passion.

Berneray needed no urging. He picked up the lotion and got quickly back into the bath, and knelt between his mate’s legs. He coated his dick in the fragrant lotion, and then he started to stretch Meredith’s hole. He was gentle but thorough. When Meredith could wait no longer he said, “Now, Berneray.”

Meredith sank his dick into Vatersay’s hot wet pussy. Her eyes dilated as his cock slowly entered her. Meredith watched for any sign of discomfort, but he saw none. Meanwhile Berneray seized Meredith’s hips, working his cock into Meredith’s hole, past the initial burn and discomfort through to a delicious feeling of fullness. Meredith heard his sigh of satisfaction. Then, as Berneray withdrew, so did Meredith. He angled his thrusts to give Vatersay the maximum of pleasure, as did Berneray for him. He progressed from slow and steady, speeded up the pace, and ended by powering into him, hard and fast and deep.

Meredith felt Vatersay’s pussy muscles clamp around him. The pressure of her hot, tight channel was driving him ever nearer the edge. She panted and her head thrashed from side to side. His hips took on a life of their own as he thrust deep into her. Berneray was timing his thrusts perfectly to connect with Meredith’s sweet spot. When Meredith knew he was almost there, he reached between Vatersay’s folds. He pinched, pressed, and rubbed her hard little nub. She stiffened, and then she screamed as she came. Her aftershocks drove him into his own climax. He felt the hot rush of Berneray’s release as his own filled Vatersay. Her legs slipped from around his waist, and back into the water as he held onto the sides of the bath and panted, trying to regain control of his trembling limbs. Berneray slipped out of him and sat down in the bath. Meredith joined him. Moving Berneray, he lay back against the bath, and then he pulled Berneray back against his chest, gesturing for Vatersay to lie on Berneray. He lay there at peace for a while, until the water began to cool.

“Come on, I’m hungry, and I can’t wait much longer.” As Meredith spoke, his stomach rumbled loudly, which set Vatersay off in a fit of giggles.


Writing inconsistencies, facepalm and duh moments… part 6


It’s been a long time since I shared my rants with you all. Today is one of too many days that the steam has to go out one way or another.

I do not review as much as I used to but this does not mean that I slowed down my menage readings too. I just became more picky about it. However, lately, it seems that my radar to select great books left me a bit. Enough that I decided to share my frustrations.

So, lets talk about FORCED SEDUCTION!!!

This is such a touchy subject and a worldwide abomination in real life. In real life, we do not disguise words. We say: RAPE. And all the decent people will agree with me that it is not acceptable and most of us want to yell and scream and call bloody murder against a society that do so little to eradicate such horrible act.

467856686_2151607361_the_answer_is_no_main_logo_xlarge_answer_2_xlargeMy issue is that a lot of authors do not see it as rape. Rape is not only a guy who force a penis into a vagina. It can take many different shapes and forms. My frustration is that authors think they can write everything and put the blame on their “little voices in their head”. You can rape a person emotionally. The person (because genre is not only about men being the villains and women being the victims: it happens no matter the genre), does not fully agree to accept the other person inside her personal bubble including or not touching physically but also incapacitate the person to completely agree and respect that the person is not ready to accept this invasion.

Here we are talking about fictional characters. Those are ONLY characters and many will think it is not important. If a person does not like it, then this person just need to close the book and move on. Yes I do. I always do or try at least. But reading the same over and over again irks me. I see a general author/reader consensus that it is OKAY and sexy to be forced as long as there is love or orgasm at the end of the FORCED SEDUCTION aka RAPE.

It is not OKAY. Not at all.

So, can anyone explain to me WTF some authors think that forced seduction is right in their romances?

Forced seduction is a theme found frequently in romance novels and soap operas. The theme hinges on the idea that man-on-woman rape can turn into a genuine love affair. It is a common theme in Thai soap operas where it was long taken for granted, until in 2014 the rape and murder of a thirteen-year-old girl led to a national outcry.[1] The theme was summarized thus:

Once upon a time there was a very pretty girl. She was raped. The boy begged for forgiveness and they lived happily ever after.[1]


How come a rape became romantic? How come we try so hard to teach our kids and explain to them no means no and romance authors are spreading the complete opposite? Are they truly believing that all their readers are doormats, that they love not to be respected? I think they should read the definition of abuse. Because it is. In those romances, those cavemen heroes abuse their good look, their friendship with other guys who used the same tactics to win the woman.

Lets have a real life situation. You meet a guy at work. He makes sure to look at you up and down and insist on your ass and boobs. He does not speak nicely because his only way of communication is to be grumpy. Then HE decides to make a move. At first sight, you find him enough attractive but this is a stranger. You do not know him. Then HE decides to make a move on you. He immobilizes your arms because he is a huge muscled dude and decides to kiss you, probably touch your ass and boobs……………… would you think it is sexy? acceptable? think it is the love of your life? the man you will marry?

Am I going to far? Well, from my perspective not by much. Because this is exactly the kind of relationship I read in many “romances”!

imagescccYes, the heroine is not violently raped by the heroes. She just say no a couple of times until the heroes subdue her by their incredible level of expertise in kisses and once they are sharing saliva, it seems that she becomes totally under their spells. Of course, after that, even though the heroine knows nothing about the heroes, the girl who lets remember said a couple of time “NO”, decides all of a sudden to spread her legs for them and become a ragged doll. I call them a plastic doll with 2 holes in my book. Once the saliva enters the woman’s mouth, they go straight to the brain and eat every grey cells as much as possible from the heroine…

It could be laughable but it is not.

I do not find “forced seduction” aka rape funny. I find that extremely disturbing that authors DO find that sexy enough that they use it in their romances…

I wrote a while ago some rants about cavemen, about how some authors still think we are living in the 60s under the man’s authority. I think most authors are from this late generation that was raised with a father and grandfather who took charge of the household, and because he brought money, he was the king of the house and the woman was home, raising kids and believed that her life duties was to please her husband and no matter she disagree or did not feel like it (please read: have missionary sex with husband), they had to do it.

Exaggeration you must think! Not really.

This is exactly the message some authors are delivering in their romances when they use cavemen, 25 years old virgins and most of all FORCED SEDUCTION… the romantic and politically correct way to do not say RAPE.

I am upset (no kidding). Most books have potential. Many of those books are not even written by newbies authors. Young or experienced has nothing to do with it. The frustrated and sad part is that those authors do sell those books, so there is a market for them. I am not going to judge women who love them. Everyone is entitled to like or dislike and have an opinion. I am just very confused about it because no matter how sexy the guy is, this does not excuse his wrong behavior.

mansworldSo what can I do to avoid reading such a pack of BS. Yeah yeah, for me it is BS. I will never enjoy reading such books. Those authors have no ideas how disturbing it is for some readers. I bet each and everyone one of them believe that they do not write about forced seduction but about sexy alpha males that are the wet dreams of every woman reading them.


Definitely not me.

I want my heroes sexy, do not get me wrong. I want them focused on the heroine. I want them hot in the bedroom but not assuming they are reincarnated gods on earth allowed to force themselves without a LOUD and CLEAR YES from the woman first. RESPECT is gold.

Because it is a romance, the message author are carrying should be an heroine who is not a doormat, who is not weak, who do not accept for face value everything a pretty boy say or do. I am not saying that romances should not have the level of lalaland in it (meaning beautiful heroes falling immediately in love). Although for me, I need to go further the physical aspect to love the characters and this is rarely given because a lot of authors do not offer me enough time to read the love development, the personalities. But I get it, romance is not the real life and this is why it is successful because we all want to read a happy ending story. But happy ending story and romance and fiction does not mean that everything is allowed. As a middle aged woman, I do take offense when I read FORCED SEDUCTION and the author does not even know she does or worse, if she does it because she knows it will sell.


It takes two to tango and it takes definitely coordination and agreement to dance with multiple partners at the same time.

Every reader wants to relate to the heroine. At least, this is how I am. If I like the heroine, the heroes, then my enjoyment will be increased tenfold. If the author believes that deflowering a 25 years old virgin is sexy… that no matter how many times the woman say she is not ready to have sex… that she is cornered by men the size of Hulk and are still strangers in her book… that immobilizing physically is an okay behavior for the heroes to force themselves to kiss or have sex… that waiting a night and jump the heroine’s bones is enough time to allow her to accept her fate… I mean… the list is endless… so if the author, as I said, is at ease to deliver such message, then I will make sure to deliver another message on Goodreads (sorry not worth my time to blog it). I will make my duty to share my opinion and forget to be politically correct because at the end of the day… FORCED SEDUCTION IS RAPE. Plan and simple.

See my point now?

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 🙂