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We’ll Never Have Another First Time… #MWTease, #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

We’re pumped for the upcoming release of our next erotic romance ménage, coming in May from Extasy Books. You can read an excerpt from Seducing Cat and enter to win a free download HERE.

Meanwhile, we thought we’d give you a little taste of some other FFM ménage stories from our backlist.

She’s desperately seeking a sex tutor – what if he demands total control?

B&B Publishing: Ebook

December, 2013

Novel: 31,000 words

Cover Artist: Rebecca Poole

Heat Rating: Four Flames

Explicit sex: M/F, F/F; Ménage: F/F/M;
light bondage;
cosplay; voyeurism;
anal sex; sex toys.

 

 

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Desperate for a crash course in lovemaking, Bobbi Jo Martin seeks out her childhood best friend. A successful contractor with NASCAR dreams, Jack Day has never forgotten her—but how will he protect his heart?  In a moment of sheer genius he decides to play the role of master…

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EXCERPT

Set-up: To make sure Bobbi Jo’s education is all inclusive, Jack sends his friend and lover – their former high school nurse – to her bedroom…

Someday Bobbi Jo would look back on this moment and know she’d never stood a chance as soon as Mrs. Dixon stepped into the bedroom. For now, she didn’t care. There was so much to experience before trying to make sense out of anything. She licked Mrs. Dixon’s lips and chewed on the corner of the woman’s mouth.

“You’re good, girl.” Mrs. Dixon flicked her tongue. Bobbi Jo did the same with hers, and Mrs. Dixon swallowed it into her mouth. Bobbi Jo’s eyes widened. This woman could suck tongue.

The finger in her pussy began to move again. Good grief, she’d almost forgotten it was there. A second pushed in to join the first, and a thumb grazed her clit. And Mrs. Dixon had shown no signs of relinquishing her tongue, not that she wanted it back anytime soon.

Her legs thrashed. Her hips bucked.

Mrs. Dixon broke off their kiss.

“No,” Bobbi Jo mumbled. “I want…”

“Easy, girl. I want to taste you. We’ll never have another first time.”

 

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My Special kind of sexy ~ A Ghost? #MSS186 #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday Week 186, where authors tease you with seven sentences or paragraphs from their sexy stories!

This week’s theme is My Special Kind of Sexy: “Have you ever met someone who exudes a special kind of sexy? It may not be overt, it may be so understated that it takes a while to realize just how sexy this person is.”

For today’s excerpt, we’ve reached back in time – not just to our backlist, but to a different century. We thought perhaps an Edwardian era ghost might fit this description…

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A tender ghost story and a sizzling erotic romance with a splash of BDSM, Mistress of Purgatory Point is also the deeply moving chronicle of the mid-life sexual awakening of a stoic widow who thought she’d already experienced her one allotted love. One man, two women and two ghosts keep love’s fires burning through the deep chill of a North Woods winter—but which love will hold the key?

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Mistress of Purgatory Point

PAPERBACK ~ Books One and Two of the Purgatory series in a single volume

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EXCERPT

Here is Martha’s first encounter with the ghosts…

Martha closed her eyes and welcomed the drifting sensations of dozing.

He’d have strong hands. She’d have soft hands. Dan’s fingers. Natalie’s fingers. As if from a distance, Martha recognized her own soft moans. Her loins ached. It was an old ache, yet a familiar ache.

Her nipples pebbled and strained against the flannel gown. Fingers brushed against her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping them.

Whose fingers? Hers? His? Natalie’s? She was dreaming. She knew she was. She had to be dreaming. She let herself sink farther into the darkness.

“That a girl,” came a soothing whisper penetrating her fuzzy brain. “You’re a passionate woman. Let it out. Cherish your passion. Let me help. Let me touch you.”

“Natalie?” Martha whispered, unable to awaken.

A soft chuckle answered. “Not this time. Maybe later if you allow yourself. Now let me help you.”

The pressure of fingertips on her thigh matched the pressure building behind her loins. Her brow furrowed as another set of fingers caressed her taut nipples still protected by flannel. “Oh,” she moaned. She tensed and then relaxed. The fingers on her thigh slid upward to where she burned the hottest.

Martha bit down on her lower lip as a finger seeking more heat found it. She gasped and lurched up and down, helping to seat the intruder in her sex. “This can’t be happening,” she moaned, widening her thighs.

“But it is. You’re not pretending it isn’t, are you?”

Martha hesitated. The finger stopped its exploring. She shook her head in response to the question and to her overwhelming desire. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted, but she wanted with her entire body.

A mouth settled over the flannel that covered a breast. “Good God,” Martha whimpered. She heard laughter, and then the magic emanating from her vagina overtook her. The finger deep inside moved incessantly. Martha shook. She didn’t know which would explode first, her head or her loins.

“God help me!” she screamed as her need, fulfilled, overflowed.

Exhausted, Martha shook herself awake. Her dream had been as vivid as a nightmare, but she wouldn’t deceive herself labeling it as such. It had been too incredible for that. She hugged herself trying to quiet her still trembling flesh.

She’d orgasmed before, but…She threw an arm across her forehead. This one had been so explosive. So simple, and yet overwhelmingly complex. She shook her head. Since when had she become an analyst of orgasms?

Her nipples still tingled. Tentatively, she brushed a hand against a breast. Her eyes flew wide open and she started to a sitting position. The flannel covering her breast was sodden. She slid a hand between her legs. Wet. “Good grief,” she murmured to the night, “what is happening to me?”

 

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There was a Man in her Bed… #MWTease #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

Did you like all those teasers from our Romantic Suspense, The Painter is a Lady? We sure hope so—but now it’s time to switch gears! Our next release, coming in May, is a re-release of an M/F/F erotic ménage romance series that’s been unavailable for a couple years.

To celebrate that, we thought we’d dip back into another of our M/F/F ménages, The Reunion. This 2013 release won the 2014 award for Best Bisexual Erotic novel from the Bi Writers Association and was a Top Pick at both The Romance Reviews and Night Owl Reviews.

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Dark and brooding, Adam Granger was always the bad boy out of reach—but now he’s in Sarah Atkinson’s bed, the morning after their twentieth high school reunion. When Adam beats a retreat to his Pacific Palisades estate, former good girl Sarah throws caution to the wind and pursues him.

Petite copper-skinned Maria Ramirez greets Sarah at Adam’s front door. The former exotic dancer doesn’t challenge Sarah’s assumption she’s the maid—how long will it take the dark-haired beauty to figure out Maria is Adam’s live-in lover? Better yet, how long before Maria can entice her into their bed?

Determined not to rock his hard-won lifestyle, Adam resolves to push Sarah past her sexual limits so she’ll leave. When she stays, he watches helplessly as the two women fall in love with each other. Will they shut him out? And, if they let him in, what must he sacrifice?

EXCERPT

Here are the opening sentences:

Cranking one eye open, Sarah Atkinson confirmed the obvious. There was a man in her bed. She hadn’t seen one of them naked in years.

She carefully memorized his rippling muscles rising and falling gently in sleep. The dark-haired hunk wasn’t just any man. He was Adam Granger!

Absently, Sarah threaded fingers through her moist pussy curls.

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