Monday, July 21, 2014

Dirty Girl by Jenika Snow - favorite authors - release day blast


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Inked, 2

Booshie, the vice president of The Vicious Bastards MC, wants Naggie in the filthiest of ways, but she is taken and off-limits. So, he backs off, and knows that this is one of the rare times he won’t get what he wants.

Naggie Conner is wild, speaks her mind, and is covered in ink. That is her life and she’s happy with who she is. When she catches her boyfriend in bed with the town tramp, she doesn’t hold back her anger.

A girls night out seems like the perfect therapy to put her ex behind her. But a night of drunken abandon ends up with her going home with Booshie. Being with the alpha biker is exactly how she envisioned: untamed, explosive, and addictive. But Booshie doesn’t want just one night with Naggie, and he is not the type of man to be denied.

Be Warned: spanking, anal sex

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Booshie was getting harder by the second at feeling Naggie tighten her arms around his waist. He took the corner of the road and hugged it tight, and loved that she pressed herself closer. Surely she had been on a bike before? But hell, he liked her pussy and tits all pressed up against him. Shit, he could feel the heat from her body right through his cut and t-shirt. He wondered if her pussy was hairless, or if she had a thin strip of blonde hair that covered her mound. He didn’t care either way as long as long as he had his hands, mouth, and dick all over it by the time they got to his bedroom.

The wind was chilly as he took the last turn on his bike to get to his place. He was located on the outskirts of town, away from anyone that would fuck with him and his privacy, but still close enough that he could help out The Bastards at the drop of a hat. He pulled his Harley into his driveway, and parked it in front of the garage. He had the engine cut, was off the bike, and had his hands around her slender waist before she could even say anything. He was rock hard, ready to fuck her, and didn’t want to waste any time.

Booshie unlocked the front door of his place and kicked it open. He already had her in his arms, and had his mouth on hers by the time they walked inside. After shutting the door behind them, he slammed her back up against it and tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss. His cock was hard, and his balls drawn up tight to his body. He had wanted Naggie for a long fucking time, but of course her being with someone had kept him at a distance. All it had taken for him to let his control slip was the words she uttered about being single. It didn’t really matter why she was single, because the fact was he could finally slide his dick into her tight little body. He broke the kiss, felt this powerful need rise up inside of him from testosterone and adrenaline, and knew that he had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he did her. It seemed weird as hell wanting her like he did. Booshie wasn’t ashamed to say he wanted women for one thing: pussy. But Naggie made him feel differently. Maybe it was the fact that for all these months he had been pining after her, aching to fuck her, but knowing he couldn’t touch her?

He ran his lips and tongue over the line of her neck, loved that she trembled beneath him, and reached up to spear her hands in his hair. She pushed his bandana off, and gripped the strands so hard that a sting coursed through his cock and balls. “Mine. Do you hear me, Naggie?” He wound his hand through her hair and tugged on the short strands as much as he could. She gasped right beside his ear, and his dick jerked from the sound. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that your sweet little pussy is going to be sore.” He bit the spot right below her ear. “You’ll sit down and hiss out in discomfort, remembering that I was all up in you, pounding away like I owned every part of you.” He loved that she reached out and held onto his arms, dug he nails into his skin, and pulled her closer. “And I’m going to do that tonight, Naggie. I’m going to own every fucking part of you,” he growled into her ear.

“You’re just as dirty as I am,” she whispered in a heated moan.

“Dirty sex is the best kind, baby.” He ground his erection into her belly. “You feel how hard I am for you?” He could feel the wetness of pre-cum coat the tip of his cock, and had never been this turned on before. Over and over he dry-humped her, feeling like a fucking teenager copping a feel for the first time. But he didn’t care, because he had never been this revved up, and before the night was over with he was going to have Naggie saying a lot of dirty things to him. He felt her pulse pound fast and hard right below her ear, and he ran his tongue over it. It felt like his heart was in his shaft, throbbing and pulsing in time with how frantic he felt. “Baby, I want to do some pretty filthy things to you, things that would make you feel like a damn virgin.” He thrust against her stomach again.

Tymber Dalton - Favorite Author - Release day excitement


Monkey's Uncle (MFM)
Drunk Monkeys 2

By: Tymber Dalton | Other books by Tymber Dalton
Categories: Erotic Romance, Futuristic, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction
Word Count: 62,680
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Apocalypse, shmocalypse. When you need a world saved right, you call in…the Drunk Monkeys.
India Pelletier is a nurse at a clinic in Mexico. All she wants is to make a difference in people’s lives. When a doctor shows up to help, she thinks he was sent by the charity she works for.

Twins Oscar and Yankee are part of the elite Drunk Monkeys special ops unit. Their mission? Save the world by finding the scientists who created the deadly Kite virus. When they track a doctor to India’s clinic, they never realized they’d find more than they bargained for in the feisty, resourceful nurse.

Unfortunately, an unknown traitor still lurks in the shadows. With passion blooming between India and the brothers, will the Drunk Monkeys root out the mole before he strikes? Because India will be a monkey’s uncle before she’ll give up Oscar and Yankee…or pass up a chance to help stop Kite from destroying the world.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.



When India stepped out of the back room that was also her bedroom and locked the door behind her, she turned to find herself face-to-face with a tall, thin, pale-skinned, ginger-haired guy who looked like he was about three sweat droplets away from melting right through his clothes.
He looked vaguely familiar, but India couldn’t place him and shoved it out of her mind. Anyone who didn’t resemble the local tanned, brown-haired, brown-eyed population would likely stand out in India’s mind.
Mama stood off to the side and gave India a helpless shrug. In the waiting room area, there were four families already queued for their post-siesta appointments. If this day was like any other, there would be at least twenty or thirty more patients behind them.
If it was a light day.
Without thinking about it, India asked, “¿Cómo te puedo ayudar?
The man’s brow furrowed in confusion as he shook his head at her.
Now India understood the source of Mama’s helplessness. “Can I help you?” she slowly asked him.
If he didn’t speak English or Spanish, they were both farked.
His eyebrows arched and he finally gave her a smile. “Ah,” he said. “You speak English quite well, I see.” He had an accent she couldn’t immediately place, perhaps Irish or Scottish.
“That would be because I’m from St. Louis.” She was hot, tired, and in no mood for guessing games or condescension. “Whaddya want, buddy? I’m busy.”
His eyebrows arched further skyward. “Oh, I see. My apologies. My name is Doctor, um, Peters—”
“Oh, thank god!” she said, grabbing his hand and shaking it vigorously. “Last I heard, CMI told me they were hoping to have another MD posted here soon, but usually they’re way better about giving me a heads-up pre-arrival. I know Kite’s had them horribly backlogged. Maybe that’s it.”
Before he could say anything else, she hooked an arm through his and dragged him toward their main exam room as she called out instructions to Mama in Spanish to send in their first patient.
He sounded confused. “Um, Miss—”
“India Pelletier, licensed nurse practitioner. Indy’s fine. We’re informal around here, doc. I haven’t had a day off in over five months. You have noooo idea how glad I am you showed up today!”
She shoved him toward the wash sink in the corner and turned to take the chart from Mama as a mother with her four small children, all under the age of ten, entered the exam room. “Wash up. Sorry to throw you right into the bear pit like this, but we have a full afternoon ahead of us.”
Other than the fact that he apparently didn’t understand a lick of Spanish—which was odd, because CMI was usually better than that about matching doctors with their posts—India was glad to see he was good with kids, and even the adult patients. He appeared a little tentative at first, but it wasn’t uncommon for them to get doctors straight out of residency who were still wet behind the ears, so to speak.
By the time evening rolled around, they’d seen forty-two patients total in the afternoon session, and Dr. Peters had managed to pick up a couple of words and phrases in Spanish for simple things like inhale, exhale, stick out your tongue, and where does it hurt?
She didn’t even know what his first name was yet.
He was washing up in the corner sink while India wiped down the exam table. “So, what’s your first name, doc?”
She stopped and turned to look at him. “You’re shitting me?”
Confusion filled his face. “I beg your pardon?”
“Your name’s Peter Peters? Wow. What’d you do, kick your mom in the bladder all through her pregnancy?”
His face reddened. “Um, yes, well, people usually call me, um, Mac.”
“Can’t blame you there. You want a drink?”
“Oh, yes, please. A glass of water would be lovely, thank you.”
She laughed. “How long you been in Mexico?”
“Um, only a couple of days.”
“Then you should know that you do not want to drink tap water yet, and I don’t have the bottled kind here. We have a filter on the well, but you don’t want to dump strange food and strange water into your system all on the same day. Anyway, I was referring to something a little stronger than water.”
She headed out to the main storeroom, where their four large, commercial refrigerators, the small kitchenette, and what passed for their lab were located. All the fridges were padlocked shut. India went to the one on the far end, where they stored some of their more commonly used perishable medications and her groceries.
And where she kept her private stash.
“Oh,” he said, following her. “I’ll take a whisky, then, if you have it.”
She turned with the unlabeled bottle in hand and held it up. “You’ll take a belt of tequila. Made locally. One of our patients pays in it. I keep it cold because it doesn’t burn so much going down that way.”
She grabbed a couple of chipped but clean coffee mugs from a nearby shelf holding her other dishes and cooking utensils, and splashed a couple of fingers of the liquid in each one, then handed him a mug.
He stared into the mug, uncertainty on his face.
“It hasn’t killed me yet,” she teased, “and I’ve been here almost four years now.” She nodded at his mug. “Believe me, you’ll be glad for it by the time your hitch here is through. Doc Karsonnes, who was here when I first arrived, he swore that it killed off Montezuma’s Revenge and damn near anything else living in your gut.” She grinned and held up her mug. “Salut.”
She closed her eyes. One of them kissed her, the other wrapped an arm around her back and latched on to her left nipple with his mouth.
A moan escaped her, and thankfully that strong arm was hooked around her, because her knees went weak and nearly dropped her on her ass from how good it felt.
Her arms snaked around kissy twunk’s neck and held on tight while sucky twunk worked on getting her shorts off her. She did a dance in place, kicking them off before he yanked her panties down and off her legs, too.
One of them, her best guess was kissy twunk, scooped her up into his arms and deposited her onto her bed. When she opened her eyes, she was staring up at the men in the process of shucking their clothes.
She sucked in a sharp breath. Ripped, sculpted pecs and chests, tapering from wide shoulders down to narrow waists and hips that held up their firm, bitable asses. Seconds later they stood over her, with cocks stiffly waving, which were just as sculpted as the rest of their bodies.
Those cocks were just too good to resist. She sat up and grabbed both of them, wrapping her lips first around the one on the left, then the one on the right.
The men let out identical groans of need, hungry, deep, churning like the Pacific surf. It called to something inside her, pulling it forward and giving it free rein.
Back and forth she worked, the men each resting a hand on her shoulders, their fingers clamped onto her flesh in a way that said if she tried to get away, they might have something contrary to say about that.
No worries there. She felt powerful, free for the first time in years. Her clit throbbed, her pussy already wet and wanting to feel these cocks inside her. She wasn’t a stranger to rubbing one out if she was in the mood, and she wasn’t a prude, for sure. But she’d be a liar if she said she didn’t feel a good thrill of nerves fluttering through her at the thought of maybe having both these cocks spearing her at the same time.
Their flesh twitched in her hands, in her mouth, as she refused to let them rush her. Every flick of her tongue against the silky warmth of their cocks drew moans, gasps, responses from them. Something she’d missed so much, more than she’d realized until this point.
Maybe there wasn’t anything else they could do but screw around. She was good with that. She wasn’t looking for forever. With Kite raging around the world, forever might not be more than a few months for the entire human race.
That meant she refused to waste a single opportunity. Refused to turn her back on pleasure when it presented itself so wonderfully in front of her.
In smoking hot stereo, no less.
Finally, one of them pushed her back onto the bed and grabbed her, flipping her over. “Baby,” he hoarsely said, “I need to get that inside you, now, or I’m going to fucking explode.”
That had to be Oscar, because she realized the guy now crawling onto the bed next to her and pulling her on top of him was Yankee.
Yankee grabbed a fistful of her hair in his hand and kissed her, crushing her lips with his, holding her in place. His cock, trapped between them, pressed against her.
A delicious, evilly delectable idea that would likely leave her walking funny tomorrow. She wrenched her lips free long enough to look over her shoulder at Oscar. “Over there on the shelf. Green box.” She let Yankee pull her down on top of him again.
Oscar got up and stepped over to the shelf and pulled the box down.
He laughed and grabbed a condom and several of the foil envelopes of lube from the box. “You want these?”
Yankee let her lift her head to talk. “I want both your cocks inside me. I’ll get a spit roast later. I want this now, while we’re alone in here and I can yell my farking head off. Logistically, we might not get another chance for a while. Lube me up, buttercup, and let’s get this party started.”
“Pragmatic and logical,” Yankee said, grinning ear to ear. “I love that in a woman.”

Newest Release - Tara Rose - Favorite Author

Healing Her Racy Doctors (MFM)     Racy Nights 15    
By: Tara Rose | Other books by Tara Rose
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 45,998
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This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 28th.

Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, paddlng, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]

ER nurse and submissive Loreen Newhouse has admired surgeons and Doms Adam Eastman and Travis Randall from afar for years, but she hasn’t dated since her fiancé was killed four years earlier.

Adam lost his fiancée to a car bomb three years earlier when he and Travis served together in Doctors Without Borders. Travis is afraid to give away his heart after watching the pain that Adam went through.

When a chance encounter leads to Adam and Travis pursuing a Dom/sub relationship with Loreen, all three believe they are on the road to healing. Until an ER victim who too closely resembles Adam’s fiancé is brought in on the anniversary of her death, and Adam bolts without telling Travis or Loreen where he’s gone.

Can Loreen overcome her own past grief and help Adam and Travis heal from their loss, or has she lost them both forever?

A Siren Erotic Romance
Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.



Her heart gave a strange little lurch. This morning, before they’d driven her home, she had the uncomfortable feeling that last night had been nothing more than a one-time thing for them. She’d steeled herself for the brush off. But now, it didn’t sound like they had any plans to do that. “Have you two ever talked about anything like this before? Sharing a woman, I mean.”
Both men shook their heads. “Never,” said Adam. “Not before today, that is.”
“So what’s different now?”
They exchanged a guarded look. “Are you saying you don’t want to try this?” asked Travis.
“No, I’m not saying that at all. It’s just that I can’t imagine this is something guys sit around and discuss. And especially not you two. You never date, and you’ve barely spoken to me in all the years we’ve known each other and worked together. I’m just trying to figure out what happened to change your minds.”
One thing no one could accuse Loreen of was staying silent when something was on her mind, and she hoped she hadn’t offended them.
“That’s not very subbie of you,” said Adam.
“And you’ve just changed the subject.”
He almost grinned, and her pussy grew wet at the challenge in his eyes. “No I haven’t. I’m avoiding it. There’s a difference.”
“We have to talk about it,” said Travis.
“You don’t have to, but I sure wish you would.” Loreen glanced around, but they were currently the only ones sitting outside. “This morning after you two woke me up, I sensed a lot of tension.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “Look. I don’t know where this is going. All I do know is that last night was the most amazing night of my life. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I never thought I would. But now that I have, I can’t imagine just pretending it didn’t happen. And I sure hope neither of you wants to do that.”
She drained her coffee. “So if you want to try this, let me know. If you don’t, please tell me that as well. I’m a grown woman. I can handle the truth either way. I want to learn about this lifestyle, and I want to do it with both of you. I want us to repeat what we did last night, and more. I’m tired of watching people live their lives while I sit on the sidelines and cheer them on. I don’t want that anymore, but I’m also not going to throw myself at men who don’t want to be with me.”
Her breath caught in her throat at the intense looks on their faces, but she kept going. If she didn’t get this out now, she never would. “I want to experience everything you two are willing to teach me. I’m lonely. Okay? I’m so lonely. And I don’t want to be any longer. So please tell me what’s in your heads right now.”
Loreen watched them both, waiting. Finally, Adam smiled and then so did Travis. She resisted the urge to pump her fist in the air. She hadn’t blown it. This was really going to happen!
“You’re right,” said Adam. “We’ve worked with you a long time. But we weren’t ignoring you. Honestly.” He cut his gaze quickly toward Travis before continuing. “You know I had a fiancée who was killed in Iraq three years ago. And we both know about Pete’s death. Lissa’s death affected Travis deeply as well. We’ve both buried ourselves in work. It was rough over there. We saw a lot of horrible things.”
“I really can’t imagine it.”
“It wasn’t pretty. The work was very fulfilling, but it’s nice to be back in boring Racy.”
Loreen smiled. “Boring for you two, but things do happen here.”
“You’re right,” said Travis. “Comparatively, though, this place is very low key.” He put down his coffee cup and reached across the table to take her hands. His touch sent jolts of desire coursing through her body, and memories of last night raced through her mind. “But this isn’t answering your questions, is it? I don’t know why we waited so long to do more than make small talk with you. Fear, I guess. Fear of rejection, fear of getting hurt in other ways, and just stupidity, I suppose. But we do want to try this.”
She studied his face, but saw only sincerity. “And the tension I sensed this morning? What was that all about?”
“We had words, but it’s all good now. We’ve worked it out.”
“Okay. But promise me something. Both of you. If you feel differently, you’ll tell me right away. I want everything out in the open or I can’t do this. The trust I showed you both last night isn’t even close to anything I’ve done before. I can’t go down this road without knowing that if you’re tired of it, or of me, you’ll say so.”
Travis grinned, and her traitorous pussy grew wet. “Tired of you? Seriously, beautiful? You think we’d grow tired of you?”
Her pulse raced. “It happens.”
Adam shook his head as he brushed a finger up her arm. “Not a fucking chance. But yes, we promise, just the same.”
She squeezed Travis’s hands, feeling happier than she had in years. “Thank you. So, okay. What do I do? How is a sub supposed to act? What do I call you two in public? Should I dress a certain way? Are there things I’m not supposed to say? God…I don’t know anything about this at all.”
Adam laughed. “Relax, okay? There are no protocols unless we establish them and you agree to them. Let’s just enjoy this day and we’ll take things slowly starting right now.” He glanced at her half-eaten sandwich. “Are you going to finish that?”
She nodded. Travis let go of her hands, and she stuffed the rest of her breakfast into her mouth. They finished their coffee, and then Travis suggested they take a walk up the street to see the progression on the new shops that now lined this road. All but a few of them were completed. “And at the end of the street, when we come to Tye Me Up, we’re taking you on a shopping spree.”
She stood. “You’re offering to take me shopping? Seriously?” They stood as well, and after Adam threw their trash away, she curled one hand around each of their arms. “How can any girl resist an invitation like that?”
As the crop struck each ass cheek several times in quick succession, Loreen yelled and tried to move away from the pain, but Travis held her down tightly.
“Was that a safeword?” asked Adam.
“No, Sir. But God…that thing really stings.”
Both men chuckled. “Finally found something that actually gets her attention,” muttered Adam. He struck her several more times with it, alternating cheeks, and tears stung her eyes again. Sweat pooled at her hair line and under her breasts. She wanted to take this for them, because this was her ultimate fantasy, times one hundred. And for the first time in her adult life, she didn’t feel weird about having it.
She no longer felt like a freak, or that she had to hide this part of herself. She’d even hid most of it from Pete. But now all that had changed. With Adam and Travis, she could be exactly who she was inside. Tears ran down her face as the emotions overwhelmed her. Loreen was truly free now, in a way she never had been before. She could tell them anything and they wouldn’t think less of her. She’d found her place in the world, finally.
Adam stopped, then something cool and soothing was rubbed on her ass cheeks. She caught the scent of eucalyptus. “That feels wonderful,” she whispered. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I didn’t have any at home last night or I would have used it.”
When he helped her stand, both men took turns holding her and kissing her, and then they unclipped her cuffs and told her to flex her arms for a few moments to work out the stiffness, before asking her to climb on top of the table.
Adam spread out the towel and told her to kneel on it, as close to the edge as she could. They helped her get in position, then placed the other towel under her ankles, which hung over the wooden edge of the table.
“Rest on your elbows, not your hands,” said Adam. “That’ll be more comfortable in the long run.”
She did, and was treated to the exquisite sensation of their tongues on her ass and pussy. She moaned and wiggled, unable to stop the orgasm that crashed over her as they licked her clit and asshole, and fucked her with their fingers in both holes. They used plenty of lube and there was no pain, only incredible pleasure. Travis had been right. She’d never look at a pool table again in the same way.
“Do you like that?” asked Travis.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “It feels incredible.”
“You’re still so tight,” said Adam. “I can’t wait to push my cock inside both your holes.”
Loreen groaned. “I can’t wait, either.”
When she didn’t think she could take anymore, they told her to lie on her back, and they placed the second towel under her neck as additional cushioning. Both men shed their clothes and climbed on top. Loreen giggled as she pictured what this would look like to anyone coming down the stairs right now.
“What’s so funny?” asked Travis.
“I’ve just never been this happy. Is this a fantasy of yours? To have sex on here?”
His grin nearly made her come again. “What do you think?” He covered her body with his and kissed her roughly, pulling on her ponytail as he did so. She stared to wrap her arms around his shoulders but Adam caught her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, clipping the cuffs together once again.
“Have to find something to hold her arms up there…” muttered Adam.
Loreen heard him climb off the table, but she was too busy with Travis’s tongue to think twice about it. When Travis moved to gently biting her nipples through the corset, she simply kept her arms overhead, enjoying the feeling of total surrender once again.
“Turn on your side a second.”
She did, just as Adam returned, holding up a coil of rope. “Look what I found.”
She watched him tie it to the clip between her cuffs, then he knelt out of sight. She assumed he was tying the other end to the table legs because he tugged on her arms slightly.
“It’s bondage rope,” said Travis. “Very soft and it won’t hurt the cuffs or those pretty jewels on them.” Travis untied the laces on her corset, then carefully slid it out from underneath her body and asked her to lie prone once again. He sat back on his heels and ran his hands up and down her breasts. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Adam climbed back on the table and knelt between her legs, slipping on a condom. While Travis busied himself teasing her nipples with his teeth and tongue. Adam slid his dick into her pussy. Loreen tossed back her head and closed her eyes, moaning softly as she enjoyed the competing sensations. She didn’t see how this could get any better. Travis picked up the ball and rolled it over her nipples while Adam continued to fuck her pussy, almost lazily. When the men switched places, Adam continued what Travis had started with the ball, while Travis slipped on a condom and fucked her pussy.
“She looks so pretty under the light,” he said. “I knew this would be perfect.”
Adam grunted his response, then he reached over to pick up the vibrator, frowning. “Hang on. It’s not plugged in.”
Travis withdrew from her pussy. “Sorry. I was distracted.” He winked at Loreen and she giggled.
Adam plugged it in, then climbed on the table again and turned it on. “You might not be laughing a in a second.” He placed the head of it on her left nipple and she yelled in surprise. The arousal racing through her body was insane. He alternated nipples while she writhed and moaned, panting as a crazy orgasm built.
Travis wrapped his arm around both ankles and lifted her legs straight up, then struck her pussy and ass with the riding crop. She was out of her mind with need. It stung, but at the same time she loved it. Coupled with the vibrator on her nipples, she couldn’t keep up with all the competing sensations. The men switched toys, Adam lightly striking her nipples with the crop while Travis put her legs down, spread them, and tortured her clit with the vibrator. 
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Monday, July 7, 2014

New Release - Briar's Saviors - Beyond The Veil 3


Siren Publishing

July 7, 2014




Her future was shaky after an attack left her broken, inside and out. But with the help of those around her, Briar Sapphire is determined to be stronger, better, and deserving of the mates she is blessed to have. But the universe is a fickle thing, and she will be tested yet again when danger comes calling right to her front door.


Byrne and Danel have given their mate space, space she needed to heal and to see they would never be a threat to her. But a man can only stand on the sidelines for so long. And time for their little mate has just run out. This Luhpyne and Ahnjel are going to claim the woman they love.


Love conquers all, but it may not be enough to stop the threat coming for Briar. This time though, she’s taking a stand and won’t allow her life, fresh and new, to be torn apart ever again.


* * * * *



Of course, Valentine’s Day. A day made by the candy and card makers so very long ago. Of course it would be Valentine’s Day when she saw them next after her breakdown in her shrink’s office, or breakthrough as her shrink told her.


Briar actually had to hide her smile, something that not many were used to from her around here. “So Sylvester got his claws into you and now you want me to see if I can what?” Kiss it and make it better? If you had asked her three weeks ago if she would be willing that would be a big fat hell no. Now, well, now Briar wasn’t so sure that it would be just that.


“Get up on the table. I will grab supplies and yes, you will give me blood to ensure that there are no nasty parasites in your system from the attack. Stranger things have happened, you know.” Like her smiling. Or more so, her reaching out and touching Danel’s arm as she walked past him to go to her office for supplies. Yep, stranger things indeed.


When she returned both men were staring at her, unblinking and looking confused. Byrne was by the door to the hall, well away from her, ensuring he was never too close. Danel was sitting on the table, as she’d ordered, and had paused all motion in mid-scratch of a mark on his neck.


“You okay, doc?” Byrne asked her. “Not complaining or nothing, because really, when you’re around there’s no need to ever complain. But you seem, well…” He looked to Danel and shrugged as if to say, what the hell am I trying to say here?


“You seem rather relaxed given we’re within twenty feet of you,” the Ahnjel said quietly. It was his way, he was usually quiet. Unless he was arguing with Byrne or one of the other Luhpynes, then it tended to get loud. Didn’t matter the species, all guys thought they were always right even when they were just so very wrong.


“I’m fine, Danel,” she told him quietly and pulled on the gloves. “I am just working through my issues.” They all knew what her issues were, every single damn one of them, and it drove her nuts that everyone knew. But it was a good thing, too, because that way they didn’t ask her questions she didn’t want to answer. She did look over at Byrne and smile. “That was sweet of you to say, very much so.” And holy shit there was a blush on her cheek when she turned back to Danel. “So wanna tell me what happened?”


They were staring at her again, like she’d suddenly grown another head. “I’m not sweet you shouldn’t start rumors like that,” Byrne said. “And he got into a fight with a cat.”


“It wasn’t a damned cat.” Danel’s voice rose a bit.

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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Two For Tamara - by Elle Boon

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Two for Tamara (MFM)
Ravens of War 2

By: Elle Boon | Other books by Elle Boon
Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Fairy Tales/Myths, Fantasy, Menage a Trois/Quatre
Word Count: 55,930
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, gods, sex toys, HEA]

Rafe Blackstone and Vin Thorn had been best friends for thousands of years. They were part of an elite group called the Ravens of War, and were made up of twelve men created by Zeus. When they were no longer needed on Olympus, they’d been sent to Earth to find happiness, and hopefully their Fated.

For Tamara Mejia, she’d given up finding that one man meant just for her. Having the ability to see the future ran in her family. So when she saw her own death, she set out to enjoy what she had left. That didn’t include two larger than life men who claimed she was their one.

Cronus pulled Tamara to Hell, and planned to use her as leverage to get his granddaughter, Selena, who's Tamara’s best friend, to bargain for her life.

Rafe, Vin and all the Ravens need the help of the gods and goddesses from Olympus to save not only Tamara, but Earth itself.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Rafe Blackstone stared at Tamara Mejia as she stood next to her best friend Selena. Since the first moment he laid eyes on her several months ago, he’d wanted her unlike any other women, but she’d run from him.
A deep inhale from his best friend, Vin Thorn, pulled his attention from the alluring woman. They both stood at over seven feet tall with copper-colored skin. Standing next to their two best friends, Max and Malcolm King, as they married their Fated, Selena Ramos, Rafe tugged on his collar. Both men had fallen fast and hard for a woman whom they thought was a normal human, but as fate had once again played with them, she was the lost goddess of none other than the god Zeus.
He barely stifled a chuckle as he watched Zeus point his fingers at his own eyes, and then turned them toward first Max, and then Malcolm. He was glad he wasn’t marrying a goddess, but especially not the lost goddess of Zeus and his wife Hera. Rafe shuddered just thinking about all the ways Zeus would punish him had he been in the King brothers’ shoes. Rafe liked having his balls attached to him, thank you very much.
Zeus’s eerie silver orbs pinned Rafe in his spot. It took all his hard-won discipline not to flinch away from the scrutiny, knowing the god could see inside his mind. Zeus had never paid much attention to any of the Ravens, unless they were fighting his father Cronus and his beasts for him, and that had been thousands of years ago. Now Rafe wished he would go back to tormenting Max and Malcolm. Maybe he should think about all the things the other two men were probably going to do to his baby girl that night?
You shouldn’t think anything of that nature. You don’t want to get me mad. I promised my baby girl I wouldn’t hurt her husbands. You, on the other hand, I didn’t promise anything about,” Zeus warned.
Rafe stumbled back on the soft sand at the booming voice in his head. Vin’s arm around his shoulders was the only thing that kept him from falling flat on his ass. Looking across the aisle, he saw Zeus staring at the threesome as the priest began the wedding.
I’ve always paid attention to you boys.”
Even though Zeus wasn’t looking at him, Rafe was aware the god could hear everything he thought. Which sucked fucking dick.
Of course you did, sir. I apologize for my slight to you.” Had Rafe not been at two of his closest friends’ wedding, he’d have dematerialized.
Zeus sighed. “You are such a poor liar, Rafe Blackstone. But since this is a happy occasion, I will let it pass. I…”
Rafe wasn’t sure what Zeus was planning to say, he was just glad they were interrupted by the priest announcing Max and Malcolm could kiss their bride. The puzzled look on Zeus’s face made Vin bust out in a fit of deep chuckles, earning him a look from the eerie, silver gaze of Zeus. Good, maybe he was getting the mind-fuck from the god, too.
Max, being the gentleman he was, gave Selena a sweet kiss. Malcolm, on the other hand, wasn’t so suave. A loud grunt came from Malcolm, and then he was rubbing the back of his head with a look of retribution toward his brother Max. Max, ever the diplomat, reached for their wife and placed her between them.
It was his turn to finally get to walk back down the aisle with Tamara. She had to be one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and that was saying something. For the first couple thousand years, he’d spent his life surrounded by goddesses who were perfection personified. But something about Selena’s best friend called to him on a deeper level.
She linked her arm with his, her musky perfume hit his nose like an aphrodisiac, and he felt his dick swell in his trousers like an untried boy. Vin’s eyebrows rose as he looked Rafe up and down, the corners of his lips twitching. Had he not been holding Tamara, Rafe would’ve flipped him the bird.
He felt Tamara stiffen. In her high heels she was close to six feet tall. That still made her a good foot shorter than him and Vin. Rafe shook his head. Why he kept thinking of Tamara with him and Vin was a mystery. Not that he and his closest friend hadn’t been known to share women in the past.
“You can let me go now,” Tamara whispered.
Rafe looked down into eyes like melted chocolate. He always was a lover of anything chocolate.
“Good lord, what you do to me,” Vin murmured against her lips.
She took a shaky breath. “I made myself a promise years ago, that I’d be in charge of my life. Today, I almost…I won’t allow anything or anyone to stop me from taking what I want.”
Tamara wiggled out from between them, and Vin felt his heart drop.
Rafe growled, but he too didn’t make a move to pull her back. This was her choice, even if it killed them both.
She turned her back to the both of them, her hair a dark curtain as it spilled down past her waist. Lust, mixed with the softer emotion of love, swept over Vin.
Tamara grabbed the end of her camisole and dragged it over her head. Her copper-colored skin played peek-a-boo behind her hair, making Vin’s iron-hard erection almost painful.
Rafe tore his own shirt in half in his impatience, and the remnants of the torn garment sailed across the room. She was wearing a bra, but with a twist of her long slim fingers, she unsnapped the closure and dropped it next to her top.
Vin was trembling inside and out. He wanted to close the gap between them, but this was her show. He didn’t want to do anything that would scare her or make her change her mind.
When she turned to face them, her breasts that were definitely large enough to fill his hands, were firm and high. The tips were puckered, and he growled, shocked at the possessive sound.
Tamara lifted her hands and kneaded the flesh that beckoned to him. He raised his own shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Her hands shook as she ran her palms down her flat abdomen, the trembling evident as she undid the snap on the loose slacks she wore.
Any doubt that she wanted them as much as they wanted her disappeared when the scent of her arousal hit him. Standing in nothing but a white lace thong, Tamara was every man’s wet dream. She licked her lips, lips that were red and swollen from his kisses.
“Are you sure, omorfia mou?” Rafe asked, standing frozen to the spot.
Vin heard the desperation in his friend’s tone, the endearment so easily said from one of the coldest men Vin had ever known.
“Am I sure that I want to have sex with two men? Absolutely.” She nodded. “But I’ve never done this…”
He’d never seen a woman with a complexion like hers blush so becomingly. Vin vowed he’d do his damnedest to see that same rosy hue cover her from head to toe for a whole other reason, and soon.
“How do you want to do this,agape mou?” Vin asked.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean. I’m a sure thing.”
Rafe growled, moving closer to where she stood. “You are many things, Tamara, but I would never call you a sure thing, nor will we allow you to demean yourself to us.”
She pushed at Rafe’s chest. “You don’t allow me to do anything. I do what I want.”
Vin watched Tamara nip Rafe’s lip, her fingers unsnapping his jeans. The sound of Rafe’s zipper being tugged down made all hesitation on their part fly out the window with her take-charge moves.
“I had you pegged as a commando man,” Tamara murmured as his jeans parted to expose lack of briefs.
Vin didn’t think he could handle watching her give Rafe a blow job without coming in his jeans.
“Come here,” she beckoned him with one finger. And like a marionette, he walked the two steps to where she stood holding his best friend’s hard cock in her hand.
Vin’s own hands itched to cup her breasts in his palms, and it went against the grain to turn control over to anyone, but he knew Tamara needed this. And goddess, did he need to have her fingers wrapped around his length. He needed her lips and tongue on his dick like he needed his next breath. She unsnapped his jeans and undid the zip the same as Rafe’s, gasped, and smiled a wicked grin.
“Not commando for you then, Vin?” Tamara dropped to her knees.
“She’s going to fucking kill us.” Rafe groaned.
“What a way to go.” Vin palmed the back of Tamara’s head, letting her lick first him then Rafe.
She hummed around the head of his dick, and Vin was sure he was going to come.
* * * *
Rafe loved seeing Tamara on her knees sucking his and his best friend’s cocks, wanted to watch her swallow Vin’s cum and then his. But not their first time.
Vin tugged Tamara off him, pulled her to her feet and covered her mouth with his own. The man didn’t kiss her. No, he ate at her mouth like a starving man.
“Bed,” Rafe rumbled.
Tamara tugged Vin to what Rafe assumed was her bedroom. The king-sized bed would be a tight fit—since both he and Vin were huge men, even a California King wouldn’t work. He made a small adjustment with no more than a thought, replacing her bed with one twice as big.
Vin jerked the covers off the bed, tossing them to the end over the chest at the foot of the bed, which kept them from tumbling to the floor. “I don’t want anything to hide you from us.” Vin’s voice sounded rough. “How do you want to do this, agape mou?”