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“I think she’ll be fun…” #MFRWHooks #LGBTQ #Menage

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What could college English Professor Caitlin Shanahan
ever have in common with the brash carpenter Kurt Davis?
The sexy sprite Meghan Keenan, that’s what.

Welcome to MFRW Hooks, where the authors of Marketing for Romance Writers share snippets from their stories to entice you into wanting more. Be sure to click on the links at the end to travel!

Our Meghan’s Playhouse series actually got its start with a stand-alone novella we wrote as a sexy F-F-M romp, not expecting anything serious to emerge. But given our backgrounds and the causes we believe in, it wasn’t long before things like class prejudice, ageism, and latent homophobia surfaced in some of our characters. A college professor and a carpenter? The situation was ripe for stereotypes, and we love breaking those open!

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“Why would you want to mess around with an older woman?” Kurt paused. “With a professor, for God’s sake!”

“Why not? I think she’ll be fun.”

“Fun. I doubt she knows the first thing about fun. Have you ever seen her laugh? Really laugh?”

“She will with me.”

Kurt his folded his arms across his solid chest. “Do you even know she’s into women?”

“She will be.” Meg cocked her head to the side. “You don’t think I can seduce Cat?”

Kurt exhaled and grimaced. “Hell, you could charm a rock. If you want her, she doesn’t stand a chance. I’m almost sorry for her. But why would you even bother?”

“I like her. She’s bright. She cares. And I’m envious of her tall slim body. Besides all of that,” she flicked her tongue at Kurt, “I want to taste her. I think she’ll be dynamite in bed if we have enough patience with her.”

Kurt’s eyes glazed and his fingers curled at his sides. “We. We?” He shook his head vigorously. “No way, kid. You’ve had plenty of hair-brained ideas before, but this one is in a league of its own. If you think I’m going to help you screw that uptight professor, then you’ve been smoking something you’d better get rid of.”

Meg remained quiet, delighting in Kurt’s obvious consternation.

He paced and kicked at a lawn chair. “When did you cook this scheme up? Why?” He glowered. “No, don’t answer. I don’t even want to hear about it. That tight-assed redhead slaving over her desk upstairs wouldn’t give me the time of day if I wasn’t handy with a hammer.” He smiled devilishly. “But then I wouldn’t either, if she didn’t have enough money to pay me premium prices.”

“Oh, you big, bad boy,” Meg teased, latching on to the front of his open shirt. “I beg to differ. You can’t tell me a virile guy like you has worked on this house so long without having a brief fantasy of fucking the mistress of the house.”

He looked like the kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Well, not for long.”

“I thought so.” She lowered a hand and squeezed his hardening arousal. “At least I won’t have to assume you’re going brain dead on me.”

“You are a minx.” He brushed his chin across the top of her head.

BLURB

Levelheaded English Professor Caitlin Shanahan has finally earned tenure and purchased the century-old two-story house of her dreams in the college town of Burntside, Wisconsin—at thirty-four, she’d better face facts: her future is teaching college and writing plays, not falling in love. So why is she so drawn to foxy little hometown actress Meghan Keenan, who’s rented her upstairs apartment, or worse, to the girl’s gorgeous hunk of a lover Kurt Davis, a carpenter who’s never even been to college?

Twenty-year-old Meg has a plan. First she’ll seduce the reluctant professor, then she’ll share her sexual delights with both Cat and her brawny carpenter, and when she’s successfully brought them together, she can make her escape and explore what’s beyond the only town she’s ever lived in.

Kurt can’t stand the up-tight professor who’s hired him to build a gazebo and refurbish her old house—the house he wanted for himself. Even if Meg’s scheme succeeds, he knows Caitlin would never look at him twice. No need to go there in his fantasies…

BOOK INFORMATION

Seducing Cat
Series: Meghan’s Playhouse, Book 1
Length: 28,000 words
Genres: Erotic Romance, LGBTQ, Menage
Pairings: FF, FM, FFM

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New Release: Secrets of Ishtabay, by Mark David Campbell #Giveaway #LGBTQ #Gay #Mystery #Belize

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Title: Secrets of Ishtabay

Author: Mark David Campbell

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: 02/21/2023

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 84700

Genre: Historical, anthropologist, gay, murder, Mayan, Belize, secrets

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In the western jungle of Belize, in 1962, Father Carl, an American missionary priest was found lying dead on the floor of his study. People from the nearby Maya village of San José were blamed but, strangely, no one was ever officially charged or found guilty. This is only one secret within a carefully guarded web of desire, envy, and guilt which torment and isolate people in this village.

Thirty years later, with the introduction of water and electricity, satellite TV, and the completion of the Western Paved Road, the village is connected to the outside world: people collide and their secrets unravel, sometimes tragically.

Secrets of Ishtabay takes you into a world of mysticism and antiquity and introduces you to a people who are suspended between an eroding past of ancient lost cities, half-forgotten myths, and subsistence farming, and a hostile present with encroaching global economics, illicit drugs, artifact smuggling, and civil wars.

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Secrets of Ishtabay
Mark David Campbell © 2023
All Rights Reserved

Well before the rooster crowed, Rosalinda had stoked the fire, slapped out a stack of tortilla cakes, and roasted them on the flat iron comal cooking plate.

Now, as the sun crept into the morning sky, she stepped through her little wooden gate on her way down to the river. The warming rays had taken away the lingering chill and turned the night dew into steam which hung in the vegetation along the path. She adjusted the large blue plastic laundry tub balanced on her head.

The thick air felt so different from the cool thin air of her highland home in Spanish Honduras, but that was more than thirty years ago. She and her husband, José, had escaped here to Belize when it was called British Honduras and still a colony of Britain. They had no other choice. The coffee growers in Spanish Honduras had claimed there were Cubanos in the villages and had sent in the army to keep the Indians quiet. Bullets were fired, blood was spilled, and her village disappeared. She’d not heard from or seen her family since and didn’t know if they were dead or alive. Rosalinda delicately clasped the small wooden cross dangling from her neck and kissed it. All she had with her when she left was the gold crucifix her mother had given her, and she no longer had that. Now even her daughter, Alicia, was gone. At least she still had her son, Geraldo and grandson, young Solario.

By the time she arrived at the river the other village women were already gathered at their washing rocks gossiping loudly above the sound of the flowing water. No one looked up to greet Rosalinda as she set her tub down, hiked up her plain white cotton skirt, tucked the hem into her waistband and stepped into the cool green water. The shade from the trees on the far bank still blanketed the river as she washed out a pile of dirty socks, underwear, and T-shirts. After scrubbing and beating them clean on her rock, she rinsed out the soap, wrung out the water and loaded them into the washing tub. Then she picked up the tub, stood up straight and balanced it on her head. Now that it was filled with wet laundry, it was a lot heavier. Her feet and shoulders hurt as she walked up the hill toward home.

While she hung out the wet laundry along the hibiscus hedge bordering her yard, boys and girls wearing blue uniforms paraded past her gate on their way to school. Geraldo, her son, had already left for his milpa plantation up in the hills and José, her husband, was sitting slumped over on the three-legged stool, dozing in the shade of their wattle and daub thatched house. She said nothing to him as she went inside to hurry young Solario along for school and to set the afternoon beans on the coals to simmer.

By the time she stepped out of her gate again the sun had climbed well over the trees. As Rosalinda approached the front of the church, she saw Señora Uk coming out wearing a black shawl over her head and clutching a plastic rosary in her hand. Señora Uk came to church every morning to pray for her husband, whose body had been found in the river four years ago. As always, she looked at Rosalinda and turned away.

Rosalinda dropped her head and skirted past her through the doorway into the shadowy interior. The air inside the church was clammy and smelled of must and copal incense. She placed an embroidered handkerchief on her head, dipped her finger into the water in the small cement fount and genuflected. Then she walked up the aisle wooden benches and sat down on the third from the front, as she did every morning. When the light coming in through the blue and red colored glass window moved across the room and touched her, she would know it was time to leave.

The wooden statue of San José, the patron Saint of the village, stood frozen to the left of the altar, his brown hands stretching out to receive her, but, as always, Rosalinda refused him. She turned toward the small plastic gold-framed picture of Maria di Guadalupe, which hung on the wall beneath the plain wooden cross. It was the Virgin she had come to see. Rosalinda fell to her knees, held her crucifix to her lips and bowed her head.

“Hail Mother Mary, full of grace, for I have sinned,” she whispered, then closed her eyes, not daring to whisper more. Sounds emanating out of silence became voices, shadows floating across her closed eyelids became forms and she was carried to that morning thirty years ago when she was only a girl, herself.

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Mark David Campbell is a Canadian Italian who has lived in Italy for the past twenty years where he teaches, writes, and paints, moving between lago Maggiore and Milan with his husband. Prior to this, he spent more than fifteen years working in archaeology and anthropology in Belize and has a PhD in anthropology from the University of Toronto. He enjoys pizza, beer, swimming, and salsa. Find Mark on Facebook.

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How did he get his tan? #SnippetSunday #SnipSun #Steamy #Romance

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What could college English Professor Caitlin Shanahan
ever have in common with the brash carpenter Kurt Davis?
The sexy sprite Meghan Keenan, that’s what.

Welcome to Snippet Sunday – ten sentences from all your favorite romance authors! You’ll find them all at this Facebook Group every Sunday: https://www.facebook.com/groups/SnippetSunday/

This month I’m featuring Seducing Cat, Book one in a series about the modern-day Aphrodite, Meghan Keenan. We’re still in Caitlin’s point of view, peering out from the upstairs window at her renter, Meg, who is sunbathing nude on the lawn below.

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And now Caitlin knew the heavily tanned, square-jawed Davis was Meg’s lover. How did he get his tan? She assumed from his carpentry work. Before she’d met him at the theater, he’d been highly recommended to her as a handyman who could do most of the repairs she needed on her house.

Like most contractors, she imagined, he didn’t seem in any hurry to finish her work, and apparently he was very adept at juggling her job along with several others. She never quite knew when he’d show up. He seldom called. The sound of his hammer or the buzz of his saw in the back yard was the only warning of his presence. She’d nearly gotten comfortable seeing his deeply tanned chest expanding and contracting as he worked.

She winced. Kurt Davis had better not try to tan in the nude in her backyard next to Meg.

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Levelheaded English Professor Caitlin Shanahan has finally earned tenure and purchased the century-old two-story house of her dreams in the college town of Burntside, Wisconsin—at thirty-four, she’d better face facts: her future is teaching college and writing plays, not falling in love. So why is she so drawn to foxy little hometown actress Meghan Keenan, who’s rented her upstairs apartment, or worse, to the girl’s gorgeous hunk of a lover Kurt Davis, a carpenter who’s never even been to college?

Twenty-year-old Meg has a plan. First she’ll seduce the reluctant professor, then she’ll share her sexual delights with both Cat and her brawny carpenter, and when she’s successfully brought them together, she can make her escape and explore what’s beyond the only town she’s ever lived in.

Kurt can’t stand the up-tight professor who’s hired him to build a gazebo and refurbish her old house—the house he wanted for himself. Even if Meg’s scheme succeeds, he knows Caitlin would never look at him twice. No need to go there in his fantasies…

 

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Lustful Possession Series by H. K. Carlton @AuthorHKCarlton #TimeTravel #Paranormal #Romance #Series

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I’m always thrilled to welcome Author H. K. Carlton to my pages – today, I asked her to share the Cairnnon Castle series, which I devoured when it came out. If you haven’t read this series, you are in for a treat!

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A seemingly harmless paranormal investigation sparks a series of haunting events that ultimately sends an international team of supernatural investigators to Ireland and to one of the most haunted destinations in all of Europe.

Travel Through Time and Unravel the Mystery of Cairnnon Castle

Thank you so much for having me back, Adriana, and allowing me the opportunity to time-travel through my backlist. It’s always a journey when taking a look back, from the first little niggle of the initial idea to the final published story. It’s not always an easy process, but it’s always a trip worth taking.

 
Meet the O’Cairnnon’s — a fate most don’t survive
 

 

The Lustful Possession Series in reading order:
Meet Me in the Dark
Dark Foursome
The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
Rising from the Darkness
Dark Seed
Bending Darkness
Dark Defeat
Though this collection of short stories is predominantly dark erotic paranormal—at times verging on horror—it runs the gamut in sub-genres and eras—from contemporary to historical time-travel, and back again. Please note: the saga also incorporates both m/f and m/m couplings, plus some multi-partner interaction.
 

 

Part 1 – Meet Me in the Dark
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
 
Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—a good scare to get the blood pumping. Little does she know her actions that night would unleash an ancient evil.
 
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Part 2 – Dark Foursome
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, contemporary, ghosts, possession)
 
A foursome takes on a whole new aspect when a fledgling couple, is hijacked by two randy spirits, who then use their corporeal bodies to recapture the sexual pleasures they enjoyed while inhabiting the physical world.
 
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The saga takes a sudden medieval time-travel twist in Part 3 – The Fall of Cairnnon Castle (m/f, time-travel, Ireland, historical, paranormal, dark erotic, verging on horror)
 
Caught in a cave-in, Scientist Neve Brádach, lies broken and dying, trapped inside the most haunted castle in Ireland with the infamous elemental, Bás a thagann. Neve is left defenseless to fight it and is forced to suffer a life that is not her own
 
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Part 4 – Rising From the Darkness
(m/m, paranormal, erotic, contemporary)
 
U.S. paranormal investigators return to Ireland to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the Fall of Castle Cairnnon. But what they find instead might set the paranormal community on it’s collective ear.
 
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Part 5 – Dark Seed
(paranormal, erotic, contemporary, m/f story with m/m interaction)
 
The supernatural investigators’ astounding discovery at Cairnnon Castle, can only be described as a miracle. 
 
Or perhaps one blessing, is just another curse.
 
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Part 6 – Bending Darkness
(m/f, paranormal, erotic, time-travel, historical)
 
The Cairnnon curse threatens to turn one woman’s dreams of happily-ever-after into a hellish nightmare.
 
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And Part 7 – Dark Defeat – The stunning conclusion to the Lustful Possession saga (paranormal, dark erotic, time-travel, historical, an m/f story with f/f and m/f/f interaction)
 
Hell-bent on saving her children, a mother will stop at nothing to defeat the evil that stalks her family, or at the very least, she’ll die trying.
 
Evil never gambled on battling one pissed off mother!
This erotic paranormal collection of short stories contains both mf & mm pairings, plus multi-partner interaction; & also cliff-hangers. Installments must be read in order.
 
 
Enjoy an excerpt from my favorite book in the series 
(Am I allowed to say that? 🤔) 😉
 
Lustful Possession – Part 3: The Fall of Cairnnon Castle

Cairnnon Castle, Ireland—The Present 

The earth underneath me quakes. The sky above me falls. It rains down on me. Pain explodes inside my head. My ribs break. I am crushed.
A deafening rumble offends my ears. My body is tossed and crumpled, battered by debris. It goes on for an eternity.
And then…
Silence. Stillness.
The pain is immense. Like nothing I’ve ever endured in my life.
Oh, God! Please! I implore wordlessly. I cannot speak, scream, or moan.
My eyes are closed. But beyond me, there’s brightness, so vivid I detect it through my closed eyelids. I try to open them, but none of my faculties are functioning. I am heavy. My lungs are burning. It hurts to even take shallow breaths. I concentrate on the unenviable task of simply inhaling in and out—an action I have obviously taken for granted all these years. The dust is choking me. I try not to cough. I will split apart if I do. My ribcage has already splintered with the weight upon me.
A low hum begins. It is annoying, but as it goes on it becomes comforting, harmonious.
As the fire in my chest subsides, I am lethargic, sleepy, and content.
Stillness.
I know what this is. It is elemental. Inevitable, from the moment we take our first breath.
I wait for it…
Death comes.
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H K Carlton is a multi-published author of romance and its varied sub-genres. From naughty to nice, historical to contemporary, time travel to space travel, and everything in between.

 
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me. 
 

99c BOOK BLAST Chasing Hope by Gwen Martin #LGBTQ #MM #Romance

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Book Title:  Chasing Hope

Author and Publisher: Gwen Martin

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood Designs

Release Date: February 19, 2021

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort; Out for you; Small Town Romance; Bisexual Romance

Themes: Grief/loss; second chance at love

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 68 000 words/ 286 pages

It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.

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Loss chased him away. Hope brought him love…But is that enough?

Blurb 

Sean is only twenty-seven, but he’s already lost everything that gave him life. On the verge of losing hope for a future, he moves to a town where no one knows about him, the death of his child, or his failed marriage; but when his nightmares and his guilt follow him without the pitying glares, he realizes he can’t move forward on his own. Jonah has worked tirelessly to keep his father’s memory alive and be a fixture in the small town he grew up in. Now, nearing forty, his dreams have been long forgotten to keep everyone else’s alive, and he doesn’t know how to reclaim his life as his own without losing his last connection to his father. But when the two men’s lives collide, they’re forced to confront their grief and accept that there can be life and hope after loss—if you’re willing to chase it.

Chasing Hope is a 68k small-town, second chance at love, M/M Romance. There are subject matters in this book that may act as triggers for some. Readers are invited to check out the complete trigger warning on the copyright page, which can be viewed by clicking on the “Look Inside” preview or by downloading the sample. These triggers contain spoilers for the book.

Excerpt

“Well, don’t ever do what I did and sleep with your best friend’s brother.” Jonah rubbed the back of his neck, color tinting his cheeks. “I said that wrong. There’s no ill will or anything. It didn’t last long.”

When Sean spoke, his voice came out hoarse and shaky. “I’m sorry.”

Jonah waved his hand. “Eh, it’s not a big deal. It was a long time ago, and we’re still super close. Candice worries I’ll never date again but dating at 37 is far harder than when you’re in your twenties.”

Sean laughed. “Oh really? Because I’m 27 and I can say that having been married and divorced by the time I was 26 isn’t exactly great dinner date conversation.”

Jonah shifted in his seat, resting his arm along the back of the couch. His hand grazed over Sean’s shoulder, his eyes watching the pattern they traced. “Well, that’s a shame on their part. They’re definitely missing out.”

Sean’s entire body was vibrating, and the muscles in his legs quaking. He didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t know if he could confess the truth of his sexuality again. Sean had already tried twice, and both times had failed miserably.

Sean had once gone bungee jumping with Parker over the Colossus Bridge in Italy. He didn’t know what he was doing, but the massive expanse of green was so vivid it looked like a photograph. The man who had geared him up spoke broken English and said with a thick Italian accent, “You fly. Be free. Nowhere else but here.”

Sean wanted to take that leap again. Wanted to be free. Wanted to fly.

He leaned over and kissed Jonah.

It wasn’t the best kiss. If anything, judging by Sean’s history of kissing, it was embarrassingly awful. He was a little off center from Jonah’s mouth, and Sean’s lips slid over to the corner. At the same time, he lingered a second too long, and Jonah gasped in surprise, causing Sean’s tongue to slide under Jonah’s bottom lip.

He pulled back, his face burning. Jonah’s hand lifted to his lips, eyes round with shock. Sean couldn’t control his breathing, his hands balling into fists. He licked his lips again, eager to taste Jonah on his tongue. Jonah’s eyes trailed down to Sean’s mouth and stayed there for a protracted beat.

“Um,” Jonah said, his lips pursing out a bit. “That—”

“I’m not straight,” Sean said, blurting the words a bit louder than intended. The rest tumbled out, glued together, sticky and rushed. “I tried to tell you before, but I messed up and I couldn’t—I couldn’t—I mean, I didn’t want to—”

Jonah pressed a finger to Sean’s lips, silencing him. His eyes appeared bluer in the dimming late afternoon, his hair framing his sharp jawline. Sean’s breath came out in ragged huffs as Jonah traced his fingertips along Sean’s chin, over his jaw, and around his temple. He combed those same fingers through Sean’s hair, and Sean couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter shut, lean into the touch.

“When I dated Lee, we didn’t tell anyone because I was worried about Candice finding out about her brother and best friend hooking up,” Jonah said, his voice quiet but even.

Sean tried to listen, tried to pay attention, but it was hard with Jonah’s dull nails scraping along his scalp. He shivered, biting the inside of his cheek hard.

Jonah drew closer, his other hand resting on Sean’s hip. “In the end we realized it wasn’t meant to be. We decided we were better off as friends, and a few months later he started dating the man who is now his husband. They’re better together than we ever would’ve been.”

Jonah’s breath ghosted over Sean’s mouth as he whispered, “There’s been no one since.”

Sean breathed hard through his nose when Jonah’s hand cupped around the back of his neck. “No one?”

“Well, there is someone,” Jonah murmured, low and rumbly.

“Ye-yeah?” Sean whispered. His eyes remained closed, too scared to open them and see how Jonah’s eyes looked. He imagined they were full of heat and as captivating as a clear summer sky. Breathing became difficult, and his heartbeat ramped up to a gallop.

“Yeah,” Jonah said, his voice breathy. “I really want to kiss you. Is that okay?” Jonah whispered.

The huskiness of his voice swirled around Sean like a sharp wind, overwhelming and shocking. He gripped Jonah’s t-shirt and pulled him closer.

“Yes,” Sean said. He wanted to sound confident and sure, but instead his voice came out raw and desperate. The next word slipped between his lips on its own accord. “Please.”

About the Author 

Gwen Martin grew up in Florida where the sun was always shining, the humidity was high, and Disney was just a hop skip away. She currently lives in Knoxville, Tennessee to experience seasons and be closer to the mountains. When she’s not trying to write one of her million story ideas, she’s usually hanging out with her husband and four cats.

Gwen first started writing at a young age, coming up with stories in class instead of paying attention to the math lesson. Since then she has been exploring her love of writing in various fan communities where she has learned how to cultivate character development and romantic interactions.

She has a strong love affair with cold brew coffee, black cats, and nerding out in various fandoms. When she’s not writing, she’s reading everything she can get her hands on, listening to a lot of lo-fi and making playlists, chilling with her four gatos and obsessing about Pusheen. Because it’s always about Pusheen.

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“The professor could see you…” #LGBTQ #MFRWHooks #EroticRomance

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What could college English Professor Caitlin Shanahan
ever have in common with the brash carpenter Kurt Davis?
The sexy sprite Meghan Keenan, that’s what.

Welcome to MFRW Hooks, where the authors of Marketing for Romance Writers share snippets from their stories to entice you into wanting more. Be sure to click on the links at the end to travel!

The plot thickens – of course, if Meg’s going to bring the two people together, they’ll find out sometime, right? She knows Kurt’s interested even though he’s tried to hide it from himself. Watch what happens when she tells him her plan:

EXCERPT

The next step—Meg hugged herself—oh, the next step would be so delightful. She grinned broadly. This was so much fun, and it was only going to get better.

She planned to enjoy being the bridge between Cat and Kurt. Left to his own devices, Kurt would never so much as suggest any interest in the sophisticated bitch. And Cat would never show any interest in Kurt because of his age, if nothing else. Meg doubted Cat was bold enough to seduce her own man.

No, Meg would have to bring the two together herself. And the only way she knew how to do that was by sharing herself and her many talents with each of them. Giggling, Meg slung her robe over her arm and padded toward the house.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Meg spun around to greet the owner of the throaty voice. She didn’t bother covering up—Kurt always appreciated her comfort with nudity. “What does it look like? Working on my tan.”

“Buck naked?”

“Of course. How else would I manage a full body tan?”

He pulled off his work gloves. “Aren’t you afraid someone might see you?”

Meg glanced around the yard at the tall fence and at the thick shrubbery. “That’s not going to happen.”

“What about her?” He spat the words out, jerking his head toward the office window. “The professor could see you.”

“So?” She gave him a broad smile.

Kurt narrowed his eyes. “Now what the hell are you up to, kid?”

She shrugged and waited for him to put the pieces together. Her nipples grew taut under his steady glare. She loved it when she irked him to the point that he looked like he wanted to blow smoke from his ears. She could almost see smoke now.

His features darkened. “You’re not.” He took a step toward her.

She didn’t flinch. She trusted Kurt with every bone in her body. He might get royally pissed, but there was no way he’d hurt her. She arched an eyebrow at him. “Oh yes, I am.”

BLURB

Levelheaded English Professor Caitlin Shanahan has finally earned tenure and purchased the century-old two-story house of her dreams in the college town of Burntside, Wisconsin—at thirty-four, she’d better face facts: her future is teaching college and writing plays, not falling in love. So why is she so drawn to foxy little hometown actress Meghan Keenan, who’s rented her upstairs apartment, or worse, to the girl’s gorgeous hunk of a lover Kurt Davis, a carpenter who’s never even been to college?

Twenty-year-old Meg has a plan. First she’ll seduce the reluctant professor, then she’ll share her sexual delights with both Cat and her brawny carpenter, and when she’s successfully brought them together, she can make her escape and explore what’s beyond the only town she’s ever lived in.

Kurt can’t stand the up-tight professor who’s hired him to build a gazebo and refurbish her old house—the house he wanted for himself. Even if Meg’s scheme succeeds, he knows Caitlin would never look at him twice. No need to go there in his fantasies…

BOOK INFORMATION

Seducing Cat
Series: Meghan’s Playhouse, Book 1
Length: 28,000 words
Genres: Erotic Romance, LGBTQ, Menage
Pairings: FF, FM, FFM

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