Please help me in welcoming, Wendi Zwaduk – she’s here to tell us about her newest erotic romance, and she’s offering a contest – yay!
More on that later, for now, here’s Wendi…
Together Again by Wendi Zwaduk
Naughty Teachers, Book 3
Sometimes the second time around is the right time for things to click.
Corey Murphy never intended to let his wife, Katie, become his ex-wife. But for the Murphys, convention and commitment are foreign concepts. Once he lost Katie, he decided to get his life in order. Now he’s healthy, happy with his job teaching physical education and ready to get his relationship back on track. He’s got to hope Katie’s still willing to give them a chance.
Katie Murphy loved being married. She loved the companionship, the connection…and the hot nights. Being with Corey surpassed even her wildest fantasies. But her ex-husband wasn’t big on commitment. She knows he’s got ghosts in his past, but is she willing to help him look to the future–their future?
“We’re a bad couple,” she whispered. “The worst.” She smoothed her cheek over the top of his head. “Can’t figure out when to leave each other alone.”
“We can’t.” His burgeoning erection thrummed against her cunt, despite the layers of denim between them.
“We’re great in bed, but terrible in the same room.” Katie kissed his forehead. The moment she tasted him, she wanted more. She trailed her fingers down his cheek. “Train wrecks are less destructive than we are.”
“Someone should stop us.” He removed the clip and dragged his hand through her hair. “Put us out of our misery.”
She loved when he touched her hair. Katie moaned and curled her body against his. “I like being bad with you.” When she gazed into his eyes, the passion between them burned even brighter. Time and distance didn’t matter. They belonged together.
Corey palmed her ass. “Bad girls deserved to be spanked.”
“I do.” She kissed him again, this time sucking on his tongue. She swallowed his groan and bucked her hips, simulating sex on his lap. The longer they kissed, the more she needed him. “Spank me.”
“Not yet.” He nuzzled her neck.
“Not yet?” she blurted. He’d made the statement. He’d better come through. When he dug his fingers into her back pocket, she understood. He meant to make her wait, to play the game and make her beg for him. She loved his game and closed her eyes. “Please? Corey, I’ve been a very bad girl.”
“Don’t I know it.” He nipped her earlobe, sending shivers through her body. “I’m going to punish you.”
Before she could plead again, he scooped her into his arms. She opened her eyes. He carried her as if she weighed nothing. Katie clung to him. She trusted him as he made his way down the short hallway to the bedroom. When he sat her on the bed, he grabbed the hem of her shirt. The garment flew up over her head in seconds.
“Much better,” he said. “I like you natural. I also like you in my bed.” Corey stepped back and yanked off his own shirt. His pants and boxers landed in a tangle around his ankles. Somehow, he managed to step out of the wad of clothing without tripping.
She loved his grace. Always cool and collected. She gazed over his body. He might have issues in his life, but he’d been blessed with a great physique. He sported muscle where a man should have bulk and just the right amount of hair sprinkled in a line from his belly button to the base of his cock. His erection bobbed when he moved. Every time she saw him nude, he turned her on even more.
With his gaze fixed on hers, he helped her out of her pants and panties. The straps of her bra slipped down her shoulders. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured and grabbed a small box from the nightstand. Three condoms plopped onto the nightstand. He picked up one of the rubbers and crawled on top of her. “I missed the way we made love all night and talked until the sun came up.”
Corey tore the corner of the packet with his teeth. “I missed everything about you.”
Katie took the condom from him and encased his dick in the latex. “I missed you, too.”
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I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.
NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books. I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and Ellora’s Cave. Come join me for this fantastic journey!
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She’s telling us about her new work, For Love of Livvy, and she’s hosting a contest. What could be better?
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After her favorite aunt is found dead and an alarming box is mysteriously left on the doorstep of her aunt’s house now legally hers, Lavinia Esposito wants explanations. But, having cleared the package of explosives, the local cops are dumbounded by the precious stones which came without an explanation, just an address─her Aunt Livvy’s. Frustrated by the cops’ refusal to share their theories, criminal justice instructor Lavinia Esposito, a.k.a. Vinnie, takes investigation matters into her own hands. Vinnie is soon dragged into situations beyond her control, finding herself in hot water with the law, the crooks, and her Italian father. Willing to put her life at risk to find out what really happened to her beloved Aunt Livvy, and why jewels would be addressed to her aunt, Vinnie plunges ahead with her usual tenacity, bravery, and keen wits to solve and survive this mystery.
Now enjoy an excerpt:
The trooper turned to leave and I stepped forward.
“Uh, I’d like to know what’s in the box, if it’s not too much to ask.” My hand snuck up to my hip as my cocky Italian attitude slid into place.
Tall and Curious stiffened at my tone and turned to stare at me. It seemed he wasn’t used to being spoken to in this manner, which wasn’t any big surprise. Women tend to respond differently to men in uniform, especially a man such as this luscious creature. Well, not this chick.
I teach guys like him all year long and the “I’m so wonderful” thing gets old fast.
“I’ll be sure to let you know, Miss Esposito. If we have any questions, you’ll hear from us right away.”
I gawked a moment and my eyes narrowed. His opened wide in contrast and he waited, his body tense. Maybe he thought I’d pitch myself off the steps onto his perfectly toned frame and pummel the daylights out of him or something. It was a thought, but I really wanted to know what was in the package. Besides, his muscles were bigger than mine.
In an effort to change tactics rather than be handcuffed and dragged off to jail, I smiled and spoke in as nice a manner as I could muster.
“I’d appreciate any information you could give me officer, since the package was left in such an alarming way. Should I call headquarters tomorrow?”
His look narrowed. I suspected he was unsure of where this was headed. There was a moment’s hesitation before he answered the question.
“Sure, that would be a good idea.” He gave a nod of the stiff brimmed campaign hat that covered cropped brown hair.
“All right then. I’ll call the colonel first thing.” My voice remained light and sweet, and the smile was charming, at least I hoped it was.
The colonel runs a strict police force and is a tough disciplinarian with an intense dislike for any impropriety, implied or otherwise. I’d gleaned that much from the cops in my criminal justice classes.
A tight lipped smile crossed his face. I figured he couldn’t decide whether I really knew the colonel or if this was a ploy. To be truthful, I lied by omission. I hadn’t said I knew the colonel, I just said I’d give him a call.
“That won’t be necessary ma’am. As soon as there’s any information, I’ll get in touch with you.” With a nod of his head, he turned and left.
J. M. Griffin is a student of the human condition, wielding the written craft to stimulate the imagination much like she wields her paint brush. The pages are a blank canvas on which J.M. draws vivid characters. J.M. is the author of the popular Vinnie Esposito mystery series featuring the sexy sleuth Vinnie Esposito and the engaging Deadly Bakery mystery series featuring the sassy baker/sleuth Melina Cameron. J.M. lives in rural Rhode Island, a state she considers colorful and interesting.
Lynda’s bringing us into the world of BDSM with her hot new novel Shattered Trust. She’s also hosting a contest (what could be better?).
Hang tight, read on, and be sure to check out Lynda’s awesome book and her contest.
I want to thank the lovely Tina Donahue for hosting me today!
Shattered Trust is the first book in the Trustworthy Texas Trilogy.
Learning to love is the easy part…
As a young woman, Kate Landry trusted the wrong man, and she paid dearly for her naiveté. Alone, pregnant and destitute, she survived by the sheer force of her will. Now forty-two, Kate has made a good living for herself and her daughter as the owner of the Bluebird Saloon. But she’s forgotten how to live. That is until he comes into her bar…
Liam St. James loved a girl once. And only once. After an accident paralyzed her, she didn’t trust he would continue to love her. Brokenhearted, Liam left and soon discovered a world where women did trust him—to be their sexual Dominant. He plays out the scenes masterfully, but the unexpected request from the stoic bar owner will pose his greatest challenge yet…
Kate and Liam embark on a journey to uncover repressed urges and, in the process, they discover new desires. They also fall in love with one another. But when you’ve been shattered as badly as they have by mistrust, deceit and abuse, loving is easy. Trusting is harder, if not impossible, especially when the heart is involved…
Shattered Trust is a BDSM romance. It contains explicit language and graphic love scenes, including bondage, domination, spanking, whipping and multiple partners. It is intended for mature readers only.
“You will pay me with your submission.” Liam tucked his index finger under Kate’s chin and lifted her gaze to his. “Whenever, wherever and however it pleases me.”
She closed her eyes and two twin teardrops leaked out. Her jaw trembled so hard, her teeth clicked. His Dom fairly danced with glee as blood swelled in his cock.
She licked her lips, leaving a shiny path he longed to follow. “What if I can’t…submit?”
He dropped his hand and took a big step back. “Then nothing. We go back to the way things were.”
She huddled tight to the wall, her body shaking and her breathing ragged. He worried she might hyperventilate again.
After a slow, silent count to twenty, and she still hadn’t moved, Liam hoisted the empty keg and turned to leave.
“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”
Her hushed words stumbled his feet to a halt. Fuck.
“Can you fix me?”
He slammed his eyes shut. Goddamn it! He didn’t want to look at her. He wanted to just keep walking, out of the room and out of the Bluebird. Permanently. But that wasn’t going to happen. He glanced over his shoulder.
She still hugged the wall with her arms wound so tightly around her middle it was a wonder she could draw a breath. Her wide-eyed gaze snared him. Kept him rooted to the spot. She looked helpless, so fucking helpless, yet determination etched her mouth. She might be scared, terrified even, but she had grit. By God, she was beautiful.
He fortified his resolve. He wouldn’t allow himself to be wooed by her enticing vulnerability or her quiet courage. This dangerous plan needed to die—for both their sakes. He graced her with his wickedest grin. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be either fixed or broken completely.”
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Please join me in welcoming Rose Shababy, author of The Blue Effect.
Rose is giving us a sneak peek into her novel, and she’s hosting a contest.
More on that later. For now, here’s Rose!
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Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.
When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.
Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.
Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?
Enjoy an excerpt:
He held out his free hand and I reached for it without thinking. Taking the hand of this stranger seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Our fingers touched and my skin came alive. I felt a surge of electricity as some sort of energy shot from his hand into mine, running through my whole body and back to his like an endless circuit. I couldn’t stifle the gasp that broke through my lips. I stared at him, my vision narrowing until his face and eyes and smile were the only things I could see.
The energy between us exploded outward like a wave into the crowd, through the people and everything around me stopped. The music ended like a switch had been flipped, the people froze mid-step and even the air around me seemed to stop moving.
About the Author:
Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.
Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider. Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.
If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.
My newest release, Wicked Takeover, premiers September 19. It has tats, Tats, and more TATS…along with one gorgeous Latino hunk called Dante.
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She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.
Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.
Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.
Tara Fox Hall is here today to talk about her newest release Dark Solace, and she’s hosting a contest.
More on that later – for now, here’s Tara…
Dark Solace by Tara Fox Hall
With Theo facing deadly odds in a fight to the death, Sar makes a pact with Lash, agreeing to give Devlin another chance in return for Theo’s life. Reforging her relationship with her handsome vampiric lover mends old wounds, even as Theo moves to regain Sar just for himself. But Devlin’s old enemy Ulysses appears, taking Sar prisoner and burning Devlin badly in a surprise attack. Rescued at the eleventh hour by Lash, Sar nurses Dev back to health, Theo bristling at a distance. Yet Lash’s own day of reckoning is here as his long life ebbs to a finale, leaving Sar to face the decision of offering him salvation, knowing that the price is her own humanity.
1. Promise Me
2. Broken Promise
3. Taken in the Night
4. Taken for his Own
4.5. Promise Me Anthology
5. Immortal Confessions
6. Her Secret,
7. Point of No Return
8. Lost Paradise
9. Dark Solace
“Ready to go?” Titus said gently. Then he saw the knife and letter in my hands.
As I looked into his eyes, I suddenly understood he both knew what this strange letter meant, and that he was not happy about my present. My foreboding deepened. “What is this?”
“It was time, Sarelle,” Titus said. “Lash left a week ago. Devlin thinks he went out on a job, that he’s coming back later tonight.”
I knew exactly what he was talking about: Lash’s death. My apprehension became panic. “Why?” I asked loudly. “Lash said he had years left! Years!”
“More like months,” Titus said, his red eyes holding mine. “And that was months ago.”
It all came together for me at once. This was why Lash had asked me to go back to Devlin. He’d known he was dying, and he’d wanted Devlin to have someone who loved him so he wouldn’t be alone, or get into too much trouble. This was why he had talked about family, and that it meant something to him. This was why he hadn’t cared if he’d died saving us, because he was going to be dead soon anyway. Why he had warned me to be careful, if Dev and I went out again, because if it happened again, he wouldn’t be around to save us. Why he and I had gone out for sushi that night, but he hadn’t eaten much. He hadn’t been feeling like hibernating, he’d been getting ready to die. And he’d asked me to come those extra days to Hayden because he’d wanted to spend some extra time with me, lying together in the sun as we had those months ago and talking to maybe the only person in his life who shared his taste in movies.
“But I saw him! I talked to him! He was fine!” I screamed hysterically.
“He got a wound on a job he did a few weeks ago,” Titus rumbled. “Some were bit him. It wasn’t bad, and I healed what would heal, but it turned septic anyway. His immune system is shot, and had been for a while—”
Had it been Satar who’d bit Lash? Something told me it had been. My hysteria went up another notch. “No, he was fine!” I shouted. “He saved me, saved Devlin! He carried him—!”
“He collapsed when he got back to Hayden,” Titus rumbled, his red eyes smoldering. “Saving Devlin and you took everything he had left. He spent these past two weeks recovering enough strength to go wherever it is he went.”
That day I’d seen Lash reading with the blankets. He hadn’t moved, and his body had been mostly covered. I’d thought he had just been cold…
I closed my eyes, fighting tears. “But why not stay here with Dev? Why go off alone?” I shouted. “Who wants to die alone?”
“He did,” Titus said, his deep voice agitated now. “And it was his choice.”
Fury rapidly replaced anguish. “He only made that choice because you didn’t tell him about my blood! That a massive infusion of it might work, might save him!”
“Devlin would never risk you, not even for Lash,” Titus said harshly. “He’d need to take all of it, Sarelle. You’d die saving him. And there’s no guarantee it would even work.”
This couldn’t be happening. Fate couldn’t be that cruel, that Lash could save us but not himself. That he was going to die alone, without his loved ones near him, after all the good he had done. But fate was that cruel. I’d seen it firsthand, when a freak accident had left me a widow. I’d seen it later, in the years I’d spent apart from Theo, thinking he was dead. I’d seen it in the tears Danial had cried, all those times now I’d left him.
Lash had saved us. This time he needed someone else to save him. And I’d be damned if I stayed here, knowing all this, and didn’t at least try.
I looked at Titus, stripped off the gloves, and resheathed the knife at my side with a sharp click. “If I did it, could you save me?” I said bluntly. “Or would he need to turn me when it was done?”
Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor’s degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman’s Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay “The Allure of the Serial Killer,” published in Serial Killers – Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.
Charlotte, single, 54 with psychic abilities, is stalked by something evil, but unknowingly saved. Her saviour is Matei Lupei. Charlotte is so attracted to Matei yet he is young enough to be her son and she tries to ignore the feelings of love she has.
But for Matei, Charlotte is his ‘One’ and he must convince her that he is an immortal strigoi hunter, in love with her and, despite his fangs and need for blood, that he is not a vampire.
” … Tall, so very tall and imposing. He had dark hair pulled back from his face. His face was so masculine yet with a beauty of its own; that 5 o’clock stubble look, with unbelievable green eyes. He simply oozed maleness and sex… and; oh yes, and he was young, very young; he looked about 30. Charlotte felt her heart rise then plummet …”
Running her fingers the length of his shaft, she could feel the strength as it hardened completely. Charlotte decided if she was going to do this she may as well enjoy herself and do exactly what she wanted.
“Charlotte do you feel okay? I don’t want to make love to you if you are still tired.”
Instead of replying, she lifted up onto her side and eyed the glorious body in front of her. She felt Matei start to move to hold her so she looked at his face and shook her fingers at him. “Ah ah, my turn.”
He gave that cheeky grin with one raised eyebrow and Charlotte felt her stomach drop. Amazing how that little quirk was fast becoming something she adored.
So back to the inspection.
Running one hand across his pelvis and around his groin, she felt the muscles tense so she decided that a lick across the bows, so to speak, would be good. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue across his navel then down the line of hair that led downward, stopping just before his turgid dick.
Then bypassing it, she licked her way to the top of his thigh. Deciding to get comfortable and to be able to look at his face, Charlotte maneuvered herself so she was between his legs. Matei looked as if he wanted to drag her up his body, but she shook her head then leant forward to continue her tongue’s journey.
Now that she was in a better position to tease and explore, Charlotte place one hand on one leg and licked alongside his knee, then moving in sweeping circles upward she journeyed to the top of his inner thigh. She could feel his muscles tense as she got closer and closer to her goal. Her tongue briefly skimmed his testicles and she heard a quick gasp.
Smiling to herself, she looked at her prize. The head was standing proudly before her and a tiny pearl drop was running down the side of the shaft. She leaned forward and licked it off, Matei’s groans more audible.
Running her tongue along the tip of his penis, she swirled across and down the head then ran her tongue along the underside length of it and along the perineum toward his anus.
Matei grabbed her hair with one hand, so she continued to lick across and then once more across his testicles and onto the swollen cock again. She ran her hand up his leg and felt the weight of his balls, caressing and gently squeezing them. Using her elbows to take her weight, she used the other hand to pull back the skin on the head and run her tongue across it.
Ever so slowly, she took him into her hot mouth, her tongue swirling across the tip and into the eye. Charlotte could taste the sweet salty taste of him as she began to slide his cock deeper into her mouth, all the while caressing his balls.
Knowing she could never fit the whole of his shaft in her mouth and throat, Charlotte decided to use her teeth and tongue to heighten his pleasure as she took his penis in and out of her mouth. Judging by the way Matei was moaning and tightening his grip on her hair, she knew he was enjoying the experience as much as she was. She stopped to look at his face.
“Merge with me,” he groaned in her head.
As she did, she drew a gasp, she could feel the sensations that Matei was feeling and it heightened her arousal.
She could feel her mouth on his penis as if she were him but at the same time she could still feel her own pleasure. She gave a few experimental licks. Not only could she feel what it was like to taste him, she could tell what it felt like to him to have her tongue running the length of his shaft. How it made him squirm with desire and arousal. How it made him want to roll her over and fuck her.
She rolled his testicles in one hand. She felt his increased pleasure at the way the balls moved with the pressure of her fingers.
Her whole perception of foreplay changed in that instance.
Now she had the perfect weapon and with a wicked grin at him, she lowered her head once more and took him into her mouth. Using her teeth she drew back the foreskin and licked, then slid the shaft into her mouth as far as she could before withdrawing back to the tip. Between her legs, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she felt both his sensations and her own pleasure at sucking on his cock.
As she withdrew his penis, she sucked hard and let him feel her teeth running up the outside of the shaft, her tongue licking the eye and with her hand holding the base. Overwhelming sensations greeted her and she heard herself moan in the back of her throat in time with Matei.
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Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia. She is an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. She has a penchant for crazy coloured hair – pinks, purples even rainbowed …. it changes every month – oh yes, and for tattoos!
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s.
“Just because we are older doesn’t mean we aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment.” Suzy wants her readers to understand that sexy isn’t just for the under 30s … lol
When not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist. Her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.
I’m thrilled to have Cynthia here today – she’s giving us a sneak peek into her just-released romance Texas Twist, and she’s offering a contest! More on that later.
For now, here’s Cynthia….
Real bad boys can grow up to be real good men.
Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 4
Hit hard by the death of her parents, Paige Ryan needs to figure out what to do with her life. She moves to Whispering Springs, Texas, to be near her step-brother. But just as she starts to get her life on track, the last man she ever wanted to see again sends it right back off the rails.
Cash Montgomery was on the cusp of having it all. Three bull riding titles, fame, fortune and respect from his family. Until a bad bull leaves him injured, angry and searching for comfort at the bottom of a bottle. With nowhere to go, he moves into his sister-in-law’s old ranch house in Whispering Springs—which he’s surprised to find already occupied.
As Cash rebuilds the dilapidated home and Paige starts out on her medical career, their old friendship begins to reemerge and sparks are ignited. Paige knows that Cash is nothing but a heartache waiting to happen. But maybe this bad boy has grown up to be a real good man?
Warning: Watch out for falling lumber, falling in holes, and falling for the wrong guy…again. You can leave your hard hat on.
It’s a pleasure to welcome Grace Ryles here today. She has a hot new menage out, Claiming Her Temporary Men. She’s been kind enough to answer a few questions and to give us a sneak peek into her new work.
Pull up a chair, have fun, and be sure to leave a comment to show your love.
When writing, do you have a process? If so, care to share a little?
I don’t know if it is a process as much as it is one of my quirks. I start with a simple concept. I sometimes only know the main characters personality. I imagine the hero or heroine, I think about what of her personality could attract this man or in this case men. The character background is developed first because to me it is essential too who my characters are at their core. After I have created their background stories, I begin to write. Typically you could see my at my computer with my eyes close and typing. I like to play out scenes in my head as I type. Thankfully I can type without looking at the keyboard! I always write everything that comes to mind, I don’t filter my ideas until the very end of the day. I leave all spelling mistakes and all grammar issues for my end of day read through.
What is the hardest part of writing for you?
The hardest part for me would be the dialogue between characters. I have this thing, were I want the conversations to sound extremely authentic and no matter what I do, it never sounds right to me in my head. It is one of the most frustrating parts for me. I can full develop the story or the world, but for me the dialogue is never right. I have learned over the years that I just need to step away. I usually will have someone close to me read the dialogue and give me a critique about its authenticity. At the end, I am always 100% satisfied with what I created and that is all that really matters. Isn’t it?
What inspired you to start writing?
Since I was a child, I loved to write. It was a sort of escape from the real world for me. Normally, I would jot down my thoughts in a journal and then it transformed form just jotting down feelings and ideas to actual stories. Creating worlds in which the heroine gets her hero is my ultimate swoon fantasy. The first erotic ménage romance book that I read, Divine Grace by Heather Rainier, opened my eyes to this genre. It was like something clicked for me. I never before had imagined this type of literature existed and when I discovered it was a like a light bulb going off and telling me this is what I needed to do. Over the years, I had written short erotic stories and never thought I was good enough to publish. My husband who has been my rock for so long encouraged me to try my hand at getting published.
Where do the ideas for your stories come from?
They come from everywhere and nowhere. I know such a vague answer. To be honest, I take inspiration from everything around me and all of my life experiences. People watching is one of my embarrassing habits, especially when you get caught watching. My mind wanders as I imagine what lives the people I watch lead. Are they married? Have they experienced loss? Those questions provoke ideas and those ideas cultivate into characters in my stories. When I get an idea for a story in mind, I typically close my eyes and just let the entire story play out in my mind’s eye before I even pick up a pen or a key board. As weird as it sounds, I also have dreams about different characters. It’s usually not enough for a whole story but it gives me glimpses into the lives of these characters.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
My advice to other writers is to just write. Write for yourself and no one else, it has to matter to you. Over the years, I learned that not everyone is going to love everything you create. It’s sad but a truth that, I know once my first book is published, I will have to learn all over again. For me writing was and still is a huge escape, if it is for you, never give up. Remember that you are your own worst critic. Things that may seem insurmountable are really not that bad. Don’t let other’s put down what you created.
What are your current projects?
I have several projects that are taking my time away from the real world, lol. First I am working on book three of Grand Oak Springs, which will be my first MMF book. Secondly I am working on a BDSM club series entitled Secret House and lastly I am working on a secondary ménage series which will be featuring the good state of Florida, where I currently live.
When/where does inspiration strike you?
Oddly enough, I get truly inspired in the bathroom. It doesn’t matter what I am in the bathroom for but that is where my ideas are cultivated, though mostly in the shower. When I get asked this question I shudder a little bit, because it is such an odd place to get inspired but for me, when I am relaxing in a shower or bath the ideas just start flowing. When I was in college before I wrote any term paper, I would take a nice long hot shower and just let the ideas come to me. Good think I have Dragon Software so I can dictate any ideas I form.
Claiming Her Temporary Men
It started with an arrangement, temporary no strings attached sex.
On a journey to find herself Emma Daniels never expected to fall into bed with two broody men for a little dominance play. Giving up her dreams of finding the one thing she has always wanted… a family, Emma decides to embark on a month long NSA sex with twins Ryder and Chase. Emma finds herself falling for the twin hotties and wanting more, but their scarred past hinders them from giving her what she wants.
Chase and Ryder Freeman have sworn off women, apart from for one singular exception, sex. Meeting Emma they never expected for her to stir those old emotions, the ones they kept buried deep inside. Determined not to give into those old feelings they propose a compromise, one month no strings attached.
Can these three finally overcome the hurt of their past or will they succumb to it?
Will Emma finally get what she always wanted by claiming her temporary men?
Emma, god she was something else. Over the last few days Ryder found solace in between her legs, and damn was it dangerous to be craving more, more time, more… just more everything. A bright red corvette with an out-of-state license plate sped past him. He smirked, it must be fate that he was thinking about her tight wet heat and she had to cross his patrol area. She was only going a few miles over the speed limit, something he wouldn’t necessarily pull over someone else for, but what he wanted from this stop was much different than dishing out tickets. Putting on his siren and lights, he sped towards his future.
Emma looked down at the speedometer, she wasn’t going much over the posted 75mph sign. Maybe one or two miles over, but now she was being pulled over. Bullshit. She was having such a good day, but a ticket would definitely ruin her high spirits. She had met with both Dr. Sanchez and Ruiz and discussed the possibility of volunteering one or two days a week while she was in town. They were extremely pleasant and handsome, nothing compared to Ryder and Chase, but handsome nonetheless. Both doctors had expressed how much they needed additional help with the patient load and welcomed any and all help. They had even offered her a job but at the moment, she was still undecided as to what she would be doing after the month was up. Pulling over to the side of the road and turning off her engine, she waited for the patrol car to stop and for the officer to step out. Looking in her rearview mirror she gazed at the officer who pulled her over and a small laugh escaped, so maybe she wasn’t being pulled over for her road manners, but something much darker. The officer walked over and tapped on the glass, and, rolling it down, she played along.
“Good day ma’am, do you know why I pulled you over?” Oh, so he wanted to play, too.
“No this has caught me completely unawares. What could I have possibly done to be pulled over?” Emma said putting on her best innocent act.
“Ma’am, cut the act, I caught you speeding going about 20mph over the posted limit, not to mention I ran those plates and it comes up on a stolen vehicle. So what do you have to say for yourself?” His act was so believable, and if she didn’t know any better, he would have her believing she had stolen her own car. He was a mask of authority, but Emma could see the hunger in his eyes and the erection in his pants.
“I don’t understand what you are saying, I have never stolen anything in my life and I don’t speed.” She feigned shock.
“Don’t play around, I caught you red handed. Now let me see your license and we can discuss what your options are.” Emma could just bet what those options are. She handed over her driver’s license. Giving him a sympathetic look, hoping to gain some advantage in this little game.
“Okay Emma, now here are your only options. I am a lenient man and I can turn the other cheek and let you drive off here, but you would need to do something for me…” he paused and she felt a shiver work down her spine. Her senses tingled and she had an idea of what that something would be. “So what will it be, I can arrest you right here and bring you down to the station or you can follow my car and we can settle this matter… privately? The choice is yours.” Ryder’s voice was smooth and seductive, leaving little to the imagination of what he wanted from this private discussion. So what could do either way Emma was so fucked, literarily.
“Officer, I am telling the truth, I never stole anything. Please can we just forget this and I can go on my way?” she tried to deny what he wanted and knew it would spark his rage. She wanted that rage. Emma could easily give in but what would be the fun in that?
“I’m going to have to ask you to get out of the car, ma’am.” Holy shit! Stepping out of the car, Emma stood on shaky legs. “Turn around and put your hands flat on the roof, you have the right to remain silent…” He started reading over her Miranda rights and she got more into the role.
“Officer, please, don’t arrest me. I-I…” she cried, going deeper into the role she played.
“I gave you a choice. Now you want to renegotiate?” he asked and she nodded. “I usually don’t ask twice, this is your last chance what will it be?” he said gruffly into her ear, and pressed his erection to the cleft of her ass.
“I’ll follow you,” she said, resigned.
“Officer?” she queried. He let her see his open hunger and she knew what would happen next. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her snug against his body, the erection he sported poking her belly.
“You know what is going to happen here, Emma?” His voice darkened, while hers quivered.
“Umm, I don’t know, officer. Please, I promise I didn’t steal that car.” He stopped her from continuing with a bruising kiss to her lips. She tried to keep him out, keep up the farce that was this scene. Ryder grabbed her ass, hard, making her cry out, and he took full advantage, sticking his tongue inside deep. A hand in her hair pulled her away from his lips and he panted out.
“Bend over the hood of the car.” She paused, giving him a scared, innocent look. His smile was pure malicious. “Shall I take you to the station?” Moving slowly, portraying the part while her pussy creamed at what was about to happen, she bent over the hood. Luckily for Ryder, she was wearing a sundress. She felt his heat as he came up behind her.
Grace Ryles currently lives in Orlando, Florida with her beloved husband. Originally from New York, Grace grew up fast and learned a lot of truths at a young age. Early on, she realized the escape that books could give her from a world that was less than understanding. As a teenager, Grace began writing stories inspired by her environment and her favorite authors. Though she never attempted to publish them, writing became a new escape, one where she could create the perfect ending for the underdog. Grace’s stories always had a common factor. The end result was always an HEA. Writing took a back burner as life intruded but reading always remained as a deep passion. It wasn’t until reading her first ménage, Divine Grace by Heather Rainier, that she discovered the love of polyamorous relationships. Her writing sprang back to life and that’s when Second Chance at Love was created, displaying her love for the polyamory lifestyle.
Hobbies Hobby: Reading! It is my ultimate vice. Before I decided to actually publish, i would devour hundreds of books a year. This year has been tricky handling family, friends, writing, career and stuffing in time for reading. I can be found procrastinating from writing a new chapter in my current WIP with a good book!