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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Spotlight: Aspire to Love by Allyson Young #BDSM #threesome #menageromance


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Haley Snider thought Warren Chalmers was the perfect Dom, so she transformed herself into the perfect sub. A woman in love is truly blind, because Warren can be such an ass.

Warren doesn’t really know what he wants, and questions the very perfection he apparently sought. Haley leaves Warren before he can reject her, unveiling a surprising temper and steely determination. He is both intrigued and forced to look at himself. He doesn’t much care for what he finds, and is determined to change, to seek Haley out and really get to know her.

Realizing that her obsession with Warren has kept her from being true to herself and him, Haley decides to embrace life differently. Upon reconnecting with her, Warren discovers his best friend Gordon Sinclair has a different idea in mind for them all, and that life can be filled with both friendship and love. And hot sex.



Haley Snider left her selfish Dom and sought solace with her best friend. Gordon Sinclair facilitated Haley and Warren Chalmers’s reunion—with a twist. He proposes a ménage relationship. But Haley isn’t so sure. She’s afraid of getting hurt again and also wants to pursue her career and live her life outside of the bedroom, something Warren hadn’t accepted before. She resists their attempts at building a relationship and then tragedy strikes.

She blames herself, believing she has been selfish and her desperate, guilty feelings cloud her thinking. She won’t walk away this time but will wait for Gordon and Warren to realize she’s brought them too much trouble and tell her to leave. In the meantime, she will try to make amends, reverting back to pretense.

It takes considerable effort on her men’s part to help Haley face reality and accept what she truly needs and deserves.



Georgios Andreas’s wife, Jane, left him and died under mysterious circumstances. Afterward, he avoided relationships outside of club play.

At a ceremonial claiming, he meets the sister of the submissive, there to bear witness to her sister’s claiming. Iris Snider draws him, initially because she looks like Jane, but he quickly realizes she is so much more. He is powerless against the attraction.

Georgios sweeps her off her feet, insisting she too is submissive. Iris, for the first time in her life, leaps before she looks. She falls in love and submits to Georgios, hoping for more than a D/s relationship, and he, too, dares hope for more.

Iris then sees a picture of Jane and is devastated by her resemblance to Georgios’s dead wife. She refuses to take the leavings of a ghost. Georgios gives her space, inadvertently putting her in danger. Jane’s killer is still out there, and he, too, has seen the resemblance. And he hates George.

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A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, she, along with her alter ego and three coauthors, has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres—50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.


Sexy Saturday: Grizzly Affair by Dulce Dennison #GayRomance #shifters #threesome #interracial @AuthorDulce @changelingpress




What happens when one stubborn bear doesn’t want to take a mate? He gets two!



Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Genres: Paranormal, Suspense
Themes: Interracial, Multiple Partners, Gay,
Men in Uniform, Shifters, Werewolves
Length: Novella

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn’t the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he’s the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke’s path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly… bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he’s never slept with any of his clients… until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he’s found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn’t the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there’s only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.



Spencer tried to keep an eye on his partner, looking for a sign that Roarke’s mating heat was triggered. The last thing the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs needed was one of their best agents getting horny at an inopportune time. The grizzly had insisted on revisiting the crime scene, in hopes he picked up something new, but it had been a bust. Now they were digging into burgers at Big Bart’s while the man across from him growled and grumbled.

“What the fuck good is it to have a nose that can pick up the faintest trace of something if I can’t solve the damn case?” Roarke said between bites.

“You’re a good agent, Roarke, and you know it. If they were all easy to solve, then anyone could do our job. Hell, at least you have an advantage over me. I’m just human.”

“If your uncle wasn’t Chief of Police, they never would have allowed you on the team.”

“You know you’re glad I’m here.”

Roarke snorted. “I got saddled with your ass because I was the best. The other agents thought I’d stop making them look bad if I were handicapped.”

Spencer smiled and finished his meal. The bear could bluster all he wanted, but Spencer knew that Roarke liked him. A lot. The man sported wood too often for it to be a coincidence. Now if he could just get the bear to act on it. He’d never met someone so stubborn before. Roarke hadn’t made it a secret he preferred men, so Spencer didn’t think that was the holdup. It wasn’t like there weren’t other gay couples working in law enforcement. It was true he wanted a lasting relationship, and he thought the bear shifter was the man for the job, but if Roarke wanted no strings attached sex, then Spencer was willing to give it to him. Or rather he was hoping the bear would give it to him.

Roarke growled as he took another bite, his eyes turning amber for a moment. The beast was close to the surface, which meant his heat was closer than Roarke had admitted. Spencer had a feeling his partner was going to need sex as soon as tonight, possibly all night and into the next day. What a crap time for this to happen. They had a case to solve, but he knew the bear couldn’t help it. And maybe it would end up being a good thing.

The bear loosened his collar and undid the first two buttons on his shirt, showing a hint of fur on his chest — the grizzly and human kind. Fuck. If Roarke shifted in here, all hell would break loose. The world might know about shifters, but there were some things humans just didn’t accept. Dining with a bear was one of them, unless that bear remained in human form. Roarke finished his food and looked around the room. His jaw tensed and Spencer wondered just how hard it was to hold himself in check.

“Come on,” Spencer said, tossing enough money onto the table to cover their bill and a tip. “I think it’s time we got back to the hotel.”

Roarke growled at him and flashed a hint of fang.

“Is that supposed to scare me? Because all you’re doing is turning me on.”

The bear huffed and stood. “You don’t have the sense God gave a goose.”

“Why? Because I’m not scared of you? Please. You might fuck me into oblivion right now, but you’d never hurt me.”

Roarke didn’t answer and stormed out of the restaurant. Spencer shook his head and followed. Whether the shifter liked it or not, they were going to fuck tonight. The bear needed the release and Spencer had been dying to get Roarke out of his clothes since the first moment he saw him. Seemed like a win-win situation. At least, until the heat ended and then Roarke would be back to his usual self and would likely be pissed. It was a chance Spencer was willing to take.

He’d barely closed the car door before Roarke peeled out of the parking lot. The grizzly shifter was tense, soft growls erupting from him every few minutes. The hands gripping the steering wheel were tipped with claws and his fangs hung over his lower lip. By the time they reached the hotel, Spencer was worried his partner was more bear than man. He followed Roarke up to his room and pushed his way inside before the grizzly could slam the door.

“What are you doing?” Roarke asked with a growl to his voice.

Spencer began unfastening the buttons on his shirt. “Helping you.”

He kicked off his shoes then flung his shirt over the back of a chair. The bear watched with avid interest as Spencer bared his body one inch at a time. When he stood completely naked, Roarke sniffed the air and advanced on him. The grizzly tore his shirt from his body, the material shredded by his claws. Roarke circled him as he tore his remaining clothes off.

The shifter’s cock was a sight to behold, tall, straight, and dripping with pre-cum. It was also the widest damn cock Spencer had ever seen and he worried for a moment it might not fit. The bear leaned in closer and licked the side of his neck, making Spencer’s nipples pucker. His cock had been hard as a damn post since he’d decided to keep his partner company tonight.

“Want you,” Roarke said. “Need you.”

“You can have me,” Spencer said.

“Shower. You smell wrong.”

Wrong? Spencer gave himself a sniff, but he didn’t notice anything wrong. Roarke gave him a nudge toward the bathroom and Spencer went willingly. He turned on the water and when steam billowed around the curtain, he stepped over the side of the tub. Roarke followed behind him, pulling the curtain closed.

The shifter seemed to have more control of himself and the claws had receded, along with the extra fur. Roarke poured shower gel into his hand and began washing Spencer, his rough hands making Spencer even harder than before. When Roarke grasped his cock and gave it a stroke, Spencer thought his knees might buckle. His partner pressed his chest against Spencer’s back, one hand splayed across his abdomen, and the other giving long, firm strokes.

“Christ, Roarke!”

The shifter’s teeth grazed his neck making Spencer shudder as a chill raced down his spine. His cock jerked in Roarke’s grasp and he fought back a moan. Roarke reached around Spencer and grabbed some lube. Just the thought of Roarke using that in here to jackoff had Spencer ready to blow.

His partner dribbled some lube down the crack of his ass and then a thick finger began massaging his anus. Spencer placed his hands on the tiled wall and thrust his ass back at Roarke. It seemed the shifter was short on words or patience right now, and Spencer was fine with that. Maybe once they’d fucked, Roarke’s beast would settle some and they could play at their leisure the rest of the night.

Roarke worked a second finger into his tight hole while he nipped and kissed along Spencer’s neck and shoulder. It wasn’t long before he was taking three fingers, then four. Spencer felt the burn in his ass, but it was the best kind. He felt Roarke’s cock slide between his ass cheeks and his heart nearly beat out of his chest. With anyone else he’d demand a condom, but he knew shifters didn’t carry diseases and Spencer was clean too.

Roarke gripped his hips tight as he slowly sank into Spencer’s ass one inch at a time, his hips flexing as he worked his monster cock into him. Spencer groaned and dropped his head, his body straining to remain still for fear the bear inside Roarke might think he was trying to escape. Nothing could have been further from the truth. If anything, Spencer wanted to be even closer to him.

“So fucking tight,” Roarke said, his voice strained.

“I can take it. Give it all to me.”

Roarke growled a little and then thrust forward, sliding his cock all the way inside Spencer. It was enough to make him cry out, every nerve ending his body singing. The hands gripping him grew rougher and the bite of claws marked his hips as Roarke began fucking him with long, deep strokes. Every plunge of his cock drove Spencer onto his toes, but fuck if he didn’t love every minute of it.

The bear grunted and growled as he pounded Spencer’s ass. The sounds were sexy and made Spencer want to come in the worst way. He reached down and gripped his cock, stroking it fast and hard. As Roarke thrust into him one final time, roaring out his release, Spencer came all over his hand and the wall. No one had ever fucked him so thoroughly, leaving him weak-kneed and already aching for more. He hoped like hell this was only the beginning, because he definitely wanted more of the shifter.

Roarke cleaned both of them and the wall before shutting off the water. When Spencer turned to face him, he saw the beast inside had receded. Roarke’s expression was grim and his hands flexed at his sides.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“You needed me,” Spencer said.

“I could have hurt you. I marked your hips with my claws. What if I’d done more damage than that?”

“You didn’t, and I trust you completely. It worked out fine.”

“You won’t have much time before another heat will hit me,” Roarke said. “Can your ass handle a rough fucking about ten more times between now and morning?”

Ten? Christ!

“Grizzly shifters either pair off with a shifter mate who can handle their needs, or they take more than one person to bed during their heat. Something tells me you don’t want another man here with us,” Roarke said.

“I can handle it.”

Roarke arched a brow. “You can handle another man here or you can handle me?”

“Either. If you want someone else here with us, then I’m willing to accept that. But unless you have a regular fuck buddy I don’t know about, who do you plan to call?”

“Can you handle two shifters?” Roarke asked.

Holy fuck. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Taking on one grizzly was one thing, but two? Maybe he didn’t mean another bear shifter. Two monster cocks might be more than his poor ass could handle.

“What kind of shifter?” Spencer asked.

“Whoever they send.”


Roarke smiled, his fangs flashing again. “There’s a shifter run escort service. They have clients in all the major cities. One call and someone could be here within the hour. So, what’s it to be? Are you handling me on your own, or do you want me to invite someone to play?”

He’d never thought Roarke was the type to share, but Spencer had to admit he was intrigued. He’d never been with more than one man before. What exactly would that entail? He knew they’d both be working hard to please Roarke, but the thought of another rough fucking — times ten — had him nodding in agreement. As much as he wanted Roarke, he knew he wasn’t equipped to give the bear everything he needed, as much as he wanted to. He’d never dreamed what it would be like to fuck a bear during his heat cycle.

Roarke picked up the phone and made the call.

And then they waited.


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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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#NewRelease THE PROMISE by Allyson Young #BDSM #Menage #EroticRomance @allysonyoung45 ‏

Does a week of sexual adventure include a future with two men?

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A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017 along with her alter ego and three coauthors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci-fi, fantasy, historical and suspense genres–50 books in total.
Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.


#NewRelease – Her Best Friend’s Husband #eroticromance #BDSM @MamaD8 @evernightpub


Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release Her Best Friend’s Husband. Like so many of my stories the idea for this one was first sparked by a picture and the resulting tease on my blog.

The picture was a naked guy in bed, holding a wedding cake. How did I arrive from that to this story? Well, my muse works in mysterious ways, lol. The story slowly evolved and it was stuck in limbo for a long time, until I got the urge one day to pick up that manuscript, and the rest is history, as they say. J

I had such fun writing these three, and the intricacies of their relationship as they try to work out whether three is indeed better than two. So much so, in fact, that I’m planning a follow up to their story in due course.

For now, enjoy seeing Naomi struggle with her feelings for her best friend and his husband. To quote her. “Who does that?”

Naomi, for sure, and when she realizes the guys feel the same way…. Well… you might need a fan or a glass of water when you’re reading some scenes.


Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him…

Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband.

Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she thought.

Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives.

Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome.

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“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.”


Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest, but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head.


“Nothing to say to that, little one?”


That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under his and Dawson’s hands.


His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful.


“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…”


Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on Naomi’s knee. She jumped but didn’t stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin.  The contrast of Dawson’s much lighter hand on Naomi’s thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched the gear again as the traffic started moving.


“Please, I … don’t.” She flung an imploring look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his dick, because seeing Master’s hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi’s arousal … fuck, that was hot.


Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand out for Josh.


“Here, have a taste.”


 His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick jerked inside his pants.


“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.”


“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here, you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?”


Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily released Dawson’s hand.


“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in.


“None of this will work without your consent, and communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us, girl,” Dawson said.


Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger.


“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—”


“Spare me, Josh.” Naomi glared at him through the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn’t have been amiss in a Bond movie, she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared. Dawson’s hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say something, Josh put his hand on his Master’s shoulder. Dawson glanced back at him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh’s shake of the head. He heeded his request, however, and didn’t say anything, as Naomi broke every speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all.


An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by Naomi’s soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic, interspersed by Dawson’s sighs.


Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to say something to calm this situation down.


“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.”


Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn’t immediately shrug him off as a good sign. “I’m sorry I sprung this on you, but I’m not sorry I kissed you. I’m not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I’m a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could be so good together. All of us.”


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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Grizzly copy for DD

Coming September 22nd

Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre(s): Paranormal, Suspense, Gay, Interracial, Menage

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn’t the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he’s the lead agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke’s path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly…bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he’s never slept with any of his clients…until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he’s found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn’t the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there’s only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.