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She has no coin upon her person… #MySexySaturday #MFRWAuthor #MSS187

 

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

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? 

Cherry Tune-Up

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.

 

BLURB

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

Rough fishnets decorated the shadowy walls. She could make out swords and chests in the dim light. She, herself, had been blindfolded until Joy had escorted her to the bed. The air was pungent with incense and smoke. Burning candles provided only shimmering light. Soft sultry drumbeats played in the background.

Earlier in the evening, Joy had given her a bubble bath, massaged oil into her pores and perfumed her body with an exotic scent she couldn’t identify. She glanced at Joy sitting across from her in a chair. Joy’s white gown matched her own.

Was she a virgin waiting for her seducer? Or a sacrifice waiting for a pagan priest?

Before she could answer that question, the door opened and Jack sauntered into the room. Bobbi Jo gasped. She hardly recognized him. Yet it was him—so real, so manly, so sexy. He wore a white frilly shirt open to his navel, showing plenty of dark chest hair, and loose trousers that buttoned up the front. His face was fierce. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked like a pirate.

“I’ve come for the stowaway’s passage fare,” Jack said gruffly to Joy.

Joy shook her head. “She has no coin upon her person.”

“Then how does she expect to gain passage?

 

 

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