Throwback Thursday: Mastering Elodie by Paige Warren #BBW #BDSM #Menage #ContemporaryRomance #threesome

Elodie Mitchell has struggled her whole life, not only with her weight but also with feelings of being a misfit in the only home she’s ever known. She may not have ever been with a man, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t dreamed about it. When Beau and Beck Davidson enter her life, she thinks they’re too good to be true. Then she finds out there aren’t two brothers – there are three! What’s a woman to do with all of that hard, muscular, sun-kissed flesh just beckoning to be stroked? Try everything she’s ever read about!

But things are not all sunshine and roses in Elodie’s life. As she learns to explore her sexuality with the brothers, there’s a darkness hanging over her. She’s survived so much already, but there is more yet to come. Will the brothers be able to save her in time, or will they lose the only woman they’ve ever loved?

 *Note: Contains BDSM, anal sex and sex toys

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Elodie finished her shift, working hard the rest of the day and night, feeling like she was going to drop at any moment. Her feet had never been so sore before. And she wasn’t going to think about how much her back ached. She doubted even a hot bath would cure what ailed her tonight. But as ready as she was to put her feet up, she didn’t really relish going home to her empty apartment. When she’d woken this morning, she’d discovered that her cable had been shut off. Apparently she was farther behind in payments than she’d thought. Thank God, she had one of those pay-as-you-go cell phones, or she’d be without a phone by now too. Couldn’t anything go right for her? It seemed if it could go wrong, it did.

After clocking out, she gathered her things and headed out to her car. She’d had to park around the corner in back of the diner. It wasn’t an ideal place to be at night, in the dark, because there weren’t any lights back there. The light over the rear entrance had a short in it and never worked properly, so the owner just quit turning it on.

The door slammed shut behind her, and she dug blindly through her purse in an attempt to find her keys. If she’d been smart, she’d have pulled them out before she stepped into the blackness of the alley, but she was just too damn tired to think clearly. Finally, her hand closed around the cold metal of her keychain, and she pulled it out, keys jangling. She walked briskly down the side of the building toward her car, one hand gripping her purse.

A shadow stepped away from the building, directly into her path. She froze, aware that she’d have to go through him to get to her car, and the door to the diner was too far away. The shadow moved closer until she could make out his features. Casey Woods, Mayor Woods’s illegitimate son, and known troublemaker. What he could want with her, she had no idea. She’d seen him around town, but they’d never really talked before. He’d been two years behind her in school.

“Give me your purse,” he said, his voice raspy like he was getting over a cold. As he drew nearer, she saw his eyes were bloodshot and his skin was pale. She quickly assessed him, saw his jittery hands and determined that he was in need of a fix.

All of the money she’d earned today was in her purse. If she gave it to him, she’d have nothing. Even her phone was in the purse, along with her license and her favorite lipstick. Something told her he wouldn’t allow her to remove any of the items, especially not the hard earned cash that she so desperately needed. With a hand that was steadier than she’d have thought possible, she held the purse out to him.

He stepped closer and jerked it from her grasp. “Now the keys.”

She swallowed hard and clenched her hand around the keys. That damn car was the only thing she had left; she couldn’t part with it willingly. Maybe if she refused, he’d decide it wasn’t worth the hassle and just leave.

“You can’t have my car. I need it.”

“So do I, bitch. Now give me the keys.”

She shook her head and backed up a step. With wide eyes, she watched as he pulled a gun from behind his back and pointed it at her. As if in slow motion, she saw him pull the trigger, watched the gun kick, and a moment later felt the bullet slam into her. Either he was a lousy shot, or he didn’t intend to kill her. Blood blossomed on her shirt near her left shoulder and the world spun. She pressed her hand over the wound and sank to the ground, her knees hitting the unforgiving pavement. The heat of the day seeped through her jeans and burned her skin. Even though it had been hours since the sun went down, it was still a hot and humid night. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck and drenched the cups of her bra.

The metallic scent of her blood filled her nose as dots swam before her eyes. Casey stepped closer and wrenched the keys from her hand, pulling on her shoulder. She cried out in pain and watched, helpless, as he ran to her car. He jumped inside, started it, and peeled out of the alley. As the taillights disappeared around the corner, she called out for help, hoping someone would hear her.

Lightheaded and dizzy, she sucked in a lungful of the balmy air before sinking into oblivion, her body slumping to the ground. Lying face down on the pavement, blood began to pool under her shoulder.


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Sexy Saturday: Against the Wall by Harley Wylde #ContemporaryRomance #newadult @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress




Wanted: One hunky handyman to mend her lonely heart. 


Against the Wall (A Bad Boy Romance) by Harley  Wylde

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Contemporary
Themes: New Adult
Length: Novella

Grady: Handyman and heartbreaker. I’m damn good at my job. While my hands have been occupied building a deck for the delectable Madlyn Sparks, what I’ve really wanted to do was trace every one of her curves with my tongue. I bet with just one touch she’d go up in flames. My dick’s been harder than a damn post since I took this job, but I learned the hard way not to fuck myself out of a paycheck. But once this job is done, all bets are off.

Madelyn: Grady has done a fantastic job on the deck, but I didn’t really hire him for his carpentry skills. The man is fine as hell and I’ve wanted to take him for a ride ever since I saw him on my doorstep. Never in my wildest dreams did I think getting attacked would bring us closer together. He went from hunky handyman to overprotective bodyguard in an instant, and now that we’re living under the same roof, I just can’t keep my hands off him. Just one problem… now that I’ve had him, I never want to let him go.



“I need a shower,” she mumbled against me.

The thought of her soaking wet with soap sliding down her long legs didn’t help my situation any. I shifted in an effort to get her a little further away from the danger zone. All she did was snuggle closer.

“I’ll keep watch out here if you want to get cleaned up,” I offered.

Her hand slid a little further down until her palm slid across my very erect cock. “Or you could join me.”

My brain short-circuited. That was the only explanation. Surely, she hadn’t just suggested that we shower together?

She looked up at me. “I’d feel so much safer with you in there with me.”

The mischievous look in her eyes told me that it had nothing to do with safety. Maybe the princess wanted me as much as I wanted her, but I still wondered if it wasn’t in response to what had happened to her. There wasn’t a textbook way to react to being attacked. Maybe she needed to feel closer to someone?

She tried to shove me off the bed and I stood up, not wanting her to hurt herself. Madelyn slid off the bed and grasped my hand, leading me into the bathroom. The room was about as big as my bedroom at home, with a shower that was definitely big enough for two. She started the water and turned to face me as she shimmied out of her shorts and tossed her tee on the floor. Her swimsuit was just as appealing as it had been out by the pool. When she reached for the strings holding it in place around her neck, my heart gave a kick.

“Are you sure about this, Madelyn?” I asked. “Maybe you should call one of your friends if you need to feel close to someone.”

She stopped and stared. “Is that what you think? That I want you to shower with me just because I need to feel close to someone?”

I shrugged.

“Grady, I want you to shower with me because you’re hot as fuck and all I’ve thought about since I opened my door to you that first day was getting into your pants. I want you, Grady. I need you. But it has nothing to do with what happened today.”

My gaze traced the curves of her body. “In that case, princess, strip.”

She gave me a saucy smile as she pulled the strings on her top until it fell to the floor at her feet. She shimmied out of the bottoms, and my mouth went dry at the absolute perfection of her. Madelyn came a little closer, reaching for me. Her fingers skimmed along my abdomen and my muscles tensed under her light touch.

I arched a brow as I stared down at her. “Well, what are you waiting for, princess? You going to unwrap that monster cock, or have you changed your mind?”

She peeled my boxer briefs down my legs, and I kicked them away, my cock springing free. I didn’t brag — often — but I had been more than a little blessed in that department. A good ten inches and too big around for her to hold me with one hand. Her eyes widened. “You want it?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“How much do you want it? You want it bad enough to wrap those pretty lips around it?”

Madelyn whimpered a little as she fell to her knees.

I touched her cheek. “If it’s too much at any time, stop. I only want this if it’s good for both of us.”

“I’ll make it so good for you, Grady.”

I had no doubt that she would. I bet my little angel could take me straight to heaven. Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock before she fitted those luscious lips around it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and so fucking good I never wanted to leave. She sucked and licked my dick like a damn pro. When she pulled back, her tongue flicked the underside of my cock before she swallowed me down again.

“Baby, I’m gonna blow. If you can’t take it, pull away now and wrap those dainty little hands around me.”

She sucked harder, and my balls drew up. There was a tingling at the base of my spine, and then I was coming. I watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she swallowed every drop. It seemed my angel was as talented as a porn star, and I couldn’t wait to find out what else she could do.


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Sexy Saturday: Sexy & Kilted by Kenna McKay #ScottishRomance #shifters @AuthorKMckay




Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal, Highland Romance
Themes: shifter (other), curses
Length: short story

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Tiger shifter, Fergus Macleod, had thought he’d found his mate, only to have the woman dump him for a laird. But if Elspeth wasn’t his destined mate, who is? At thirty-seven, he’s getting a little old to be waiting around for Mrs. Right. Now that his brother, the alpha, is settled, Fergus wants a mate more than anything.

Robina Bruce has not had an easy life. The night her father sells her to pay off a debt, she thinks her life is over. But then something wonderful happens…she’s rescued by a knight-in-sexy-kilt. Robina will do anything to repay Fergus, and not just because the Highlander rescued her. Robina has a secret she was told to never share with anyone, but there’s just something about Fergus that makes her trust him.

When Fergus and Robina divulge their secrets, will it be a match made in heaven or will it drive the two apart?


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Fergus lavished her with attention and this incredible need built inside of Robina. She’d heard stories before, had read romances, but until that moment, she’d never believed a word of it. Her body felt like it was on fire and she knew that only Fergus could quench the flames. And yet everything he did seemed to make the fire burn brighter and stronger. His touch was gentle, his kisses sweet. He worshiped her body until she thought she might explode.

“Fergus, I need more,” she whispered. She knew enough to know what went where, and she could only hope that once he was inside of her, the ache growing inside would ease.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Robina? I ken it’s going to hurt the first time, and I donae wish to hurt you.”

“Now, Fergus. I need you now.”

He kissed her hungrily as he settled between her legs. She felt his cock brush against her wet folds and gasped against his mouth as he began easing inside of her. It burned as he stretched her, filled her, but he took his time. He’d push forward a little, then retreat, then push forward a little more, until he was finally seated all the way inside of her. She hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared.

When he started moving inside of her, the pain began to lessen and pleasure swept over her once more. The flames came back, engulfing her from head to toe, as each stroke drove her higher and higher, pushing her toward something she’d never felt before. Her body tightened, prepared for something wonderful, and then she cried out as her release broke, ecstasy filling her. She felt euphoric! Alive! And well-loved.

Fergus drove into her harder and deeper, her body squeezing him tightly, until he gave his own cry and came inside of her. Robina held him tight, praying with all her might that they had created a child together. It was the only thing that could possibly make her world even brighter in this moment.



Kenna McKay is a lover of all things Scottish—especially men in kilts! There’s just something sexy about Scotsmen. The Scottish burr, perhaps? Their rugged good looks? Maybe it’s not just one thing, but everything combined into one mouthwatering package.

Kenna didn’t start out wanting to be a writer, but she’s loved the written word for as long as she can remember. Writing stories from a young age, it wasn’t until 2014 that she decided she wanted to be a published author.

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Book – Never Seduce a Scot by Maya Banks
Movie – Labyrinth
Band – The Munros
Color – Purple
Flower – Yellow Roses
Drink – Coffee
Perfume – Flowerbomb by Viktor & Rolf




Throwback Thursday: WRONG by Shelby Morgen #ContemporaryRomance #BBW @changelingpress


Michael’s set his sights on improving Katie’s theory of the Big Bang — in more ways than one.


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Contemporary
Themes: Cougar (MF), Big Beautiful Women
Length: 22 pages

Katie’s got her eye on tall, dark, and hunky, wrapped in black leather and jeans.

Problem. He’s so sinfully sexy, she can’t get a word out in his presence. Not to mention the fact that he looks like he’s barely legal, at best. She needs to get him out of her system.

Michael’s got other ideas. He’s set his sights on improving Katie’s theory of the Big Bang — in more ways than one.

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Go for it.

No, no, no. Not going to happen.

Come on, Katie. You can do this.

Absolutely not.

Oh my God. He looks even better without the jacket. Look at that body. And why do you think he’s holding the jacket there?

Katie tore her gaze away from the cowboy holding the jacket, firmly deciding not to speculate on what all that black leather might or might not be hiding. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy the book.”

Katie picked at the book cover, trying to contain her agitation. This was her third book signing in as many months, and the third time this cowboy had lined up for her autograph. That couldn’t be a coincidence. Could it?

Stop staring at his crotch.

She averted her eyes, knowing she was blushing furiously. She looked down at the book in her hands — her latest release, Cosmic Theory and The Big Bang — and forced herself to quit thumbing the edge of the flyleaf.

I’d like to show him a big bang.

Oh, that was just wrong. She worked hard at not giggling. Physicists did not giggle. Not at book signings. And not because a handsome stranger stood in her line. Especially not when that sinfully sexy leather clad stranger’d shown up twice before — for the same book — and she’d still not been able to get a single word out of her stupid mouth.

You can do this! Come on, Katie. He’s next up. Say something. Anything! Speak!

She looked up into the most gorgeous set of blue-green eyes she’d ever seen — where were his sunglasses? — and, once again, froze.

“Michael,” he supplied.

What? Why was he telling her his name? Oh, so she could sign the book. Flustered, she reached for her pen — why had she set it down? — and knocked into her water glass. “Shit!” Katie clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Whoops!” Michael grabbed the glass — and the pitcher — just in time.

Michael — she’d already known his name — she never forgot names — had the grace to laugh, just loud enough to cover her indiscretion. Hastily flipping the book open to the title page, she wrote For Michael — you’re a lifesaver! Dr. Catherine Vargen. “Thank you,” she managed out loud.

There. She’d done it. She’d actually spoken to him. On some crazy inspiration, she pulled out one of her promo cards. “I’m giving a lecture at the planetarium tonight,” she offered.

“What are you doing afterward?”

She blinked, twice, looking, she knew, like an insane owl. “Excuse me?”

“Q & A? Group discussion?”

“Oh.” Yes, of course that’s what he’d meant. Idiot. “Yes, I’ll be fielding questions after the lecture.”

“Great. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you!” she repeated lamely as he headed for the register.

Giving her a great view of tight jeans over a really fine looking ass.

Idiot, idiot, idiot. Quit looking! Jail bait. You’ll get yourself arrested!

He couldn’t be that young, could he? No. College student. Had to be at least twenty-one or twenty-two, maybe. Still. Twenty years her junior. Wrong. Just plain wrong.

Yeah, well, all she’d done so far was look. Couldn’t arrest her for that. Not while he had his clothes on, anyway.



Shelby must be insane. What else would have led her to start an online publishing company? Shelby shares her belief in electronic publishing with her long-time friend and business partner, Bill, her husband of 30 plus years. Perhaps the insanity is contagious.

Shelby loves writing off-beat tales that defy as many rules as possible. She likes chocolate with her peanut butter, suspense with her romance, and kink with her sex. She’s always had a hard time keeping science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal from mixing with her kink. Fortunately for Shelby, electronic publishing has opened many new doors for cross-genre authors and artists.

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#CoverReveal Rocky (Dixie Reapers MC) by @HarleyW_Writer #bikers #MCromance #newadult


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PUBLISHER: Changeling Press
COVER ARTIST: Bryan Keller
GENRES: New Adult, Contemporary,
Silver Fox (Older Man/Younger Woman)

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He wants to taste her, to touch her, to claim her. And once he does, he’ll never let her go.



I was daddy’s little girl, until he didn’t come home one day. Mom moved on, married a rich guy I can’t stand, and his son, Sebastian Rossi, wants what he can’t have – me. I didn’t realize when I chose to run that I would crash down a mountain, or that the man who pulled me from the wreckage would rescue me in every way that counts. Rocky is the biggest, sexiest badass I’ve ever seen. And the more time I spend with him, the more I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands holding me, his body claiming me. I want him so bad I can taste it, but the stubborn man says I’m too young. I’ll just have to prove him wrong.


All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as fuck woman — a woman I shouldn’t touch. I’m not only twenty years older than her, I’m part of the reason her dad never came home. I’ll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. I’m just not sure who’s going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I’m not ever going to let her go.


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Sexy Saturday: Branding Gemma by Paige Warren #BDSM #threesome




Publisher: Siren Publishing
Cover Artist: Harris Channing
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Cowboy Romance
Themes: Menage a Trois, Rubenesque, BDSM
Length: Novel

Gemma Brower is determined to turn her life around. Having fallen about as far as she can, she’s ready to climb out of hell and find her way. She’s determined that she isn’t ready for another relationship after her last one ended so badly, but then she meets Synclair and Ryan Black, two brothers who are as different as night and day. She’s not the only one in instant lust. The brothers have resolved to have her any way they can get her.

With her ex acting like a crazy stalker, Gemma has more on her mind than her love life. Trevor’s calls are escalating and she’s worried he may come after her. After one too many threatening calls, she confides in the brothers, who vow to protect her at any cost. But is Gemma ready to trust again? Her heart is already battered from one failed relationship after another. Dare she attempt to fall in love once more?

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His lips quirked on one side and he gazed at her with humor for a moment, then the look was gone and the Dom was back in control. Synclair tied the sash around her head so that very little light came through and she was completely blind. Now she would have no choice but to rely on her other senses.

She heard someone rummage in the box again, Ryan she figured. A moment later, something soft and light trailed across her right nipple, making her jump. The little bud seemed to like it though and hardened even more. Moisture pooled between her legs and tingles zinged from her nipple straight to her pussy. The soft item trailed across her nipple again, circling softly, then flicking harder.

Gemma bit back a moan as her womb and pussy clenched. She wanted to squirm, but knew she’d be reprimanded for such an offense. This wasn’t her first rodeo, after all.

“Ryan, why don’t you come over here,” Synclair said. “Stand behind our sweet Gemma and hold her pussy open for me.”

Oh lord! What was he planning now? Would she survive the torture?

She felt Ryan’s presence behind her, then his arms wrapped around her as he gently spread the lips of her pussy, exposing her completely to both men. God, she’d never been on fire like this before! Her whole body ached to be touched, caressed, and kissed.

The soft fluffy thing traced up the inside of one thigh and down the other. Tense, needing to come, and wanting to beg him to play with her pussy, she bit her lip again.

Synclair chuckled. “You know, brother, I do believe our delightful Gemma is trying not to cry out. Wouldn’t her mouth look exceptionally pretty with a ball-gag in it?”

Ryan groaned. “I don’t know who you’re torturing more, her or me.”

“You’ll get your reward soon enough,” Synclair promised.

Then it happened. When she least expected it, the soft, fluffy thing stroked her pussy, brushing against her aching clit. She bit back a moan, but couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her breasts forward. It stroked her again, lightly teasing, fanning the flames of her desire. She strained against the cuffs as her body tightened, needing release.

“Syn, don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Ryan asked.

The soft thing swirled against her clit again, making her thighs shake.

“Do you need a reward, little one? Does Gemma need to come?”

“Y–Yes. Please.”

“I’ll let you come, but you don’t stop until I say so.”

What the…How was she supposed to do that? It wasn’t like she could control her orgasm. Really, she’d tried in the past and always failed.

There was a bit of rustling, and then something cool and firm teased her pussy, gliding up and down, but not quite slipping inside, where she wanted it most. There was a soft click and then she felt it vibrate. Her heart raced, knowing her orgasm was so close at hand, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to retain some semblance of control over her body. But then, that was the whole point, wasn’t it? She wasn’t in control of her body. Synclair was.

She didn’t have time to brace herself. One moment he was teasing her, the next he thrust the toy inside of her, pressing another piece of it against her clit. Her back bowed, her mouth opened, and the loudest cry she’d ever heard spilled from her as she came long and hard. The toy was relentless, buzzing against her clit mercilessly, making the orgasm go on and on. She felt moisture slip from her pussy and pool under her ass on the chair, and still Synclair didn’t relent. She jerked and bucked under the onslaught, not certain whether she wanted to close her thighs or spread them wider. It was torture. It was ecstasy. It was the most intense experience of her sexual life.

There was a click and the vibration died down a notch. Tremors still racked her body, her pussy still throbbed, clenching and grasping at the toy inside of her. Slowly, her body relaxed, twitching every now and then as he kept her right on the edge of another orgasm.

“Ryan, why don’t you come around here,” Synclair said.

She felt Ryan move away and mourned the loss. She’d felt close to him, with his arms curving around her.

“Look to your right, Gemma.”

She faithfully turned her face in that direction. There was some whispering that she couldn’t quite catch, and then she heard a zipper slide down. Her pussy clenched again, this time in anticipation. Were they going to ditch the toy? Was one of them going to fuck her? God, she hoped so! She wanted them, so badly. Both of them!

“Open your mouth, Gemma,” Synclair commanded softly.

She did as he bade and felt the head of a cock brush against her lips. Reaching out with her tongue, she swirled it around the tip, licking up the pre-cum that was building there. If her nose didn’t deceive her, it was Ryan feeding his cock to her. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time and she readily accepted him, twirling her tongue around his shaft as he eased between her lips.

“You’re going to hold still, Gemma,” Synclair said. “If you don’t, you’ll be punished.”

Her nipples tightened to the point of pain, his words turning her on almost as much as his actions had so far.

“Ryan, fuck her mouth. Drive your cock into her until you come. Understand?”

“Yes.” Ryan growled.

Ryan fisted her hair in his hand and fed her more of his cock. He withdrew a little before plunging inside again, this time not stopping until he touched the back of her throat. She stroked him with her tongue during every thrust, wanting to push him over the edge. She was so focused on Ryan, she’d momentarily forgotten Synclair, until he swirled the toy over her clit, making her thighs clench as more moisture leaked out of her.


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Throwback Thursday: Something Even Better by Kate Douglas #interracial #ContemporaryRomance #BBW @changelingpress


For two bi guys love is a very good thing. Finding the woman of their dreams? Something Even Better.


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Genres: Contemporary
Themes: Interracial, Multiple Partners,
Bisexual, Big Beautiful Women
Length: Novella

In an attempt to discourage his persistent ex-wife, Caj Baptista lays a kiss on a good-looking gay man, figuring that will make the point that he’s no longer interested. But Marc Mirot isn’t gay — he is, as he tells Caj after an absolutely magnificent first kiss — open minded. And Caj discovers he’s not quite as heterosexual as he’s always thought. In fact, he realizes he’s as open minded as Marc. And then the two men meet Ginny. A lush, voluptuous earth goddess of a woman, she’s absolutely perfect — if they can only convince her that while two is good, three is something even better.

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This has to be an alternate reality, because it can’t be real. My life has never been this good, so I’ll be damned if I’m going to pinch myself. If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up. I glanced at Marc — Marc Mirot, long O, silent T as he was quick to explain — sitting across the table from me in the same classy little restaurant and bar where I’d first met him, and the guy winked. How the hell he made me feel that wink in my balls I’ll never know, but he really has my number.

He has it, because I gave it to him. My number, my lips, my ass, my love. Hard to imagine I can say that after only a week, but it’s true. I still can’t believe I did what I did. Trying to get rid of a clingy ex-wife and an absolutely crazy ex-mother-in-law, I made a move I never would have thought I’d have the balls to do. Walked up to a perfect stranger, a good-looking guy sitting alone at the bar in the restaurant where my ex and her mother had chased me down, put my arms around the dude and whispered in his ear, “Help me out. Pretend you’re my lover.”

Yeah, it’s pretty desperate when a guy who’s a hundred percent straight lays a kiss on another guy to convince his ex he wants her to stay an ex, but Marc didn’t even hesitate. In fact, he kissed me — kissed me like there was no tomorrow, but for me, that kiss opened up a whole set of new tomorrows.

So tonight, we came back to the same restaurant where we met to celebrate our one-week anniversary. One week of the best sex I’ve ever had — the best sex, and the best time. Marc’s funny and smart, and so sexually free that he can appreciate a beautiful woman as well as a good-looking guy.

Which takes me back to that alternate reality, dream, I-don’t-want-to-wake-up-from thing, because we’d both just experienced deja vu in a most amazing way. Sitting here avoiding the glances of a group of scrawny, overly-made-up man-hunters when a veritable earth goddess walked into the room. I commented to Marc that I thought she was totally hot, and he sort of gave me a weird look, but then the anorexic tribe gave her the brush-off when she waved at them, which really pissed me off. So I looked at her and smiled.

And she smiled right back, turned away from the skinny bitches and walked right up to me. I stood to greet her when she leaned close and whispered, “Please. Help me out. Pretend you’re my lover.”

So I looked at Marc and smiled at him, then said so softly only the three of us could hear, “How about if we both pretend we’re your lovers?” Her eyes went wide, and I kissed her, and damn it if she didn’t kiss me back. Her lips were so perfect, so soft and full that I could have kissed her for hours, but Marc was already on his feet, hugging her from behind. I gently spun her around to Marc, and he practically bent her over the table he was so into it. I was afraid we might have scared her, but when Marc finally ended the kiss, she looked at him so dreamy-eyed that I almost laughed.

“That’s sort of the same look I have on my face after he kisses me,” I said. And Ginny — her name’s Virginia Kalani, but she goes by Ginny — said, “I can believe it.”

So now we’re sitting here and I’ve got Ginny beside me in the booth and Marc across the table and Lord, if I’m dreaming, I really don’t want to wake up. Because this is exactly what Marc and I were just talking about. My feelings for him are so strong, but I like women, too. I’m still not sure if I’m gay — Marc refers to it as being open-minded — but as much as I’m beginning to love Marc, I’d been feeling as if there’s something missing.

At least I felt that way. Past tense. Now, since Ginny’s joined us at the table, not so much. Now it feels as if whatever we have, me and Marc, whatever the feelings are or where they’ll lead, if Ginny’s part of the equation, we’ve got exactly what we need. I don’t know how to explain it and I don’t know if Ginny is even interested, but I want her. And I want Marc. And I don’t want to have to choose between one or the other.

So I’m not pinching myself. I don’t want to wake up. I want this dream to last.



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