The Joy of Reading

My father taught me to read when I was very young, and would never permit anyone to place boundaries on what I read. He always said if I understood what I was reading there was no sense in preventing me from reading it, and if I didn’t understand it there was no need to stop me reading it, as I wouldn’t understand it!
Consequently, I read a lot of books children my age had no idea even existed.
He even let me use his library card so I could take books out from the adult shelves at the library. Actually, by then I’d read all the children’s books anyway.
I grew up reading very widely, and still read almost anything, signs in store windows, the back of the cereal box, and most genres of fiction, including romance from the sweet to the extremely kinky.
I write much the same way: paranormal (ghosts, vampires, werewolves, fairies), contemporary, Regency-set historical, ménage (MMF, MFM, FFM, MMM), male/male, lesbian, and even one man/one woman stories.
I thought “Bookish Arousal” was going to be an extremely kinky little MMF story. It turned out Fergus only wanted to give Yanni advice, not to be romantically involved. So this is the story of Yanni and Audrey—and a lot of erotic romance books.

“Bookish Arousal” Blurb:
Audrey has no trouble achieving orgasms reading erotic romance novels alone in her bed at night. Whether with her fingers or her favorite plastic friend, orgasms are assured. But her last boyfriend labeled her frigid when she failed to be aroused by sex with him.

Now she is madly in lust with a truly delicious work colleague, Yanni. But when they go to bed, nothing happens—she’s devastated that, despite her lust for him, her body refuses to be aroused.
Yanni is determined to romance her until her body cooperates. Maybe some dirty sex talk—and other assistance—will get her aroused!

Excerpt PG13
Yanni picked up the TV remote and flicked through the channels until he came to a romance movie, which he left on with the sound turned low, then he turned her face to his and kissed her softly, just the briefest touch of his lips to hers.
She cuddled into him, so, encouraged, he feathered kisses on her nose, eyebrows and across her jawline, then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
“Mmm,” she murmured, resting her palms against his chest.
Yanni tilted Audrey’s mouth up to his and kissed her more deeply. When he licked the seam of her lips, she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. He pulled her body more firmly against his and kissed her harder, sliding his tongue around behind her teeth, licking the insides of her cheeks, tasting the roof of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, then she sucked on him, raising the heat between them to a higher level.
Finally they broke apart to breathe, and all the while he rubbed gentle circles on her back and murmured soft endearments against her neck before diving back in for another hot kiss. This time he sucked her tongue into his mouth, then thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, subconsciously demonstrating what his aching cock was hoping for.
She pulled back a little from him, but before he could panic, her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. Yanni let her take the lead, reminding himself, This is all about her. Let her set the pace.
Fortunately his self-control wasn’t tested too far, as she ran her palms against his skin, then tweaked his nipples, before pulling his shirt out of his pants and unbuckling his belt.
Yanni slid his hands down her back to cup her butt as she unzipped him and freed his hot, aching cock. He sighed with relief as she pulled it out of his briefs and held it firmly in her hand.
“Oh yeah, that feels good,” he said, lifting up her skirt and slipping both hands inside her panties.
She wiggled in his arms, encouraging him, so he held her ass with one hand and brought the other forward to cup her mound.
Her fingers were doing wicked things to his dick, pressing on the throbbing vein and rubbing his moisture into the head. When she ran her fingernail under the ridge between the cap and the shaft, he groaned. It felt so damn good.
He slid his longest finger into her channel. She wasn’t very wet yet, but she seemed to be enjoying herself, so he teased around her entry and massaged her clit. It was warm and engorged, poking out from its protective little hood, but she still wasn’t creaming much.
“Tell me what you want. What would you like me to do next? Where do you like being touched?” he whispered.
“Talk dirty to me. Tell me all the things you’d like to do to me.”
“Well, hell. What wouldn’t I like to do? I want to stroke you here.” He pressed his finger into her cunt and twirled it around until he could feel her walls dampening a little.
He moved the hand on her ass until one finger could rim her rosette. “I’d like to touch you here too. Maybe even fuck you here one day.”
More cream dampened the finger in her pussy, so he slid a second finger in there and pressed his longest finger to her anus.

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To condom or not to condom?

To condom or not to condom is a tricky question. Many readers say they hate the stopping of the action while the hero grabs the latex. Other readers say if there is no condom they are basically waiting for the baby to arrive.
Some authors make rolling the rubber down an erection part of the foreplay. Others use ribbed, colored, flavored or otherwise unusual condoms to add to the action.
Many publishing houses insist on condom usage unless there are specific reasons why one is irrelevant, such as vampire or werewolf heroes who cannot get the heroine pregnant nor carry human diseases.
I write for several houses that require condoms to be used and mostly this suits me. I certainly don’t want an unplanned pregnancy entering the action and it’s pretty much a given in an erotic romance, that with lots of sex happening, pregnancy is very likely.
Then there is the disease issue. None of my characters are virgins so realistically, with them all having had several partners, disease is an issue that ought to be considered. So yes, condoms work for my characters.
In my books for publishers that don’t insist on condoms I’ve done various things, usually whatever the characters have wanted. Committed couples/triads often don’t use condoms. Since they’ve been together for a while and are faithful, it’s reasonable to assume they’re taking suitable precautions. But in naughtier books they seem to prefer protection.
What about you? Where do you fall in the hate condoms/prefer condoms spectrum?

Meanwhile, here’s a taste of my latest release for you.
“Rock Hard” blurb:
A series of naked, well-endowed statues in the local park encourage lovers Fleur, Ricky, and Heath to indulge in some hot, naughty public sex. But is there more to these statues than rock-hard abs?
Lily and Flynn have been trapped inside a statue since last Halloween. When a mischievous God with a love of all things sexual swaps them for the trio of lovers, can the strength of their love set them all free?

“Rock Hard” Excerpt. WARNING PG13.
Heath was staring up at a statue of a woman wearing nothing much, with one huge breast exposed.
“Climb up and kiss it, Heath and I’ll take your photo,” called Fleur.
Heath shrugged the backpack off his shoulders and took a run up to the statue, catching hold of her elbows and kissing the breast, before dropping back to the ground.
The three laughed over the rather blurry photo on Fleur’s phone then Heath picked up his backpack and they continued walking around the little path, which took another turn.
“We seem to be walking around this never-ending hedge-thing. I wonder what it is,” commented Fleur.
Still another turn took them to the opening in the hedge and a sign.
“It’s a maze! Oh awesome, come, on,” called Fleur running inside. “Right or left?”
Ricky scanned the sign, but there was no key to the maze there. “Likely we’ll be stuck here for a hundred years, slowly starving and turning into skeletons,” he wailed in as mournful a voice as he could manage.
“Our bones will be found by archeologists on a dig in the year 2100,” added Heath in a sepulchral tone.
But Fleur just laughed, turning right and left as they meandered through the maze.
After half a dozen dead-ends, and just when Ricky was getting tired of the game, they found themselves in the center of the maze. There was a cluster of benches to sit on, and a fountain.
Predictably, in the middle of the fountain was a statue of a man and a woman, dressed in long cloaks and very little else, in a clinch.
“You know, people say art today is pornographic, but when you look at statues like the ones in the Gardens here, they’re definitely anatomically correct,” said Heath.
“Oh yes. Just think of all the famous paintings we studied in school. Most of them were naked too. And David,” added Fleur, licking her lips.”
“David who?” Ricky wasn’t following her conversation.
“Michelangelo’s David. Now he’s mighty easy on the eyes.”
“Didn’t the museum hang a fig leaf over his cock or something so ladies wouldn’t be shocked?” asked Ricky.
“Yeah because he’s not circumcised.”
“So what?”
“The real David would have been circumcised, but the sculpture is from the Renaissance and European men weren’t circumcised then, so I guess Michelangelo sculpted what he saw,” added Fleur.
They talked about art for a while, the conversation rambling as it does among good friends. That was something else Ricky loved about his partners, actually how they’d begun their relationship. The easy way they could share about pretty much anything at all. Finally Ricky stood up. “Better keep moving. We’re a long way from the bus stop.”
After a few false starts they found their way out of the maze, Ricky having taken pains to memorize the directions they took. They kept walking on the little path, deciding that it circumnavigated the maze and would bring them back to the main path.
“Oh look, another statue,” said Fleur, jogging ahead to look at it. Then she shrieked, “Oh my God, Ricky, this one looks exactly like you.”
Heath punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Your turn for a photo opportunity, my friend.”
Curious, Ulric lengthened his stride until he stopped in front of the statue. Well, damn if Fleur hadn’t been right. She’d mentioned this statue. It was a huge wolf, his head raised scenting the air. Ricky stepped up on the base, then launched himself up to clamber onto the wolf’s back while Heath snapped a picture of him.
As soon as he was back on the ground, Fleur grabbed both men’s arms. “It’s a sign. We should fuck here.”
“What?”

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Berengaria Talks About World Building

My new series, “Possessive Passions”, has just been released from Siren BookStrand. This series is set in an entirely new world. In this world all the brothers marry one wife. They abduct her and make love to her all night long. Then, if she agrees—and the marriage isn’t legal unless she freely agrees—they are all married the next day.
The society has to be hidden, not just because it’s polyandrous, but because polyandry means they are comparatively wealthy. With several men to provide for each woman and her children, no one is ever left in need.
Because they are a close-knit community all kinds of support is available to everyone.
Such comparative wealth and happiness has meant in the past that the outside world has become jealous of them, so that’s another reason to keep themselves mostly hidden.
I had a lot of fun creating this world and all the people in it, deciding on the structure of the buildings, their traditions, foods, and economic system.
I had to keep detailed notes as people reappeared in the three books and the geography couldn’t change. But being able to make things up as I went along was awesome.

Shared Possession” Blurb:
Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.
After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.
Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

“Possess Me” blurb:
Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, is envious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men and wants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with the luscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now the project is finished, so how will she see them again?
Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from the garden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long. The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. But when Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farm aboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloah run her business and is terrified of life outside the security of their community.
Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

Ultimate Possession” blurb:
Kiri is abducted by two men who tie her up and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’ll marry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders her to suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.
The men reveal themselves as George and Wang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her love for them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certain of her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What follows is a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over and over again.
Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

Shared Possession story excerpt

Chevaunne became aware she was aching deliciously in all sorts of places that had been neglected for far too long. Both her previous boyfriends had been fellow workers at the hospital, one a doctor, the other an admin assistant. The relationship with the doctor had gradually fizzled out when their schedules never seemed to have them off work at the same time, and she’d decided she wanted a lot more than the occasional fuck against the supply room wall. The other relationship had ended in a blaze of anger when she’d discovered he was only dating her “because nurses know how to give good head.”
So why was she feeling so well-used and relaxed when she had no current boyfriend?
Chevaunne wriggled down a little deeper under the covers and felt the hard bodies lying on either side of her. Suddenly, she was wide-awake. Oh, shit! That hadn’t been a dream. I really was kidnapped by three brothers and agreed to marry them, then had my brains fucked out over and over again.
Her eyes flew open, and she sat up in the bed. Yep, three men. Jim, Sam, and Paul. And she’d agreed to marry them. She needed to see a psychiatrist right now and get her head examined!
Two gentle hands pulled her over onto a hard body. “Morning, beautiful lady.”
That was Paul. He’d called her that last night.
All three of them kissed her, and hands slid over her body, teasing her breasts, cupping her mound, touching her gently along her ribs and down her side. Lust exploded in her and cream dripped onto her inner thighs. I can’t possibly have sex again. I’ve never had so many orgasms in one night in my life before! There’s no way I could do it again so soon. Or is there?
Regret sounded strongly in his voice as Jim said, “We would enjoy making love to you again, but we don’t want you to be too sore. This morning we must say our vows to the Justice of the Peace and our monk, Father Yeshe. Come and shower now, then we need to have breakfast and get dressed.”
Jim took her to the bathroom and showed her where the shampoo and soaps were kept and pointed out the pile of towels to her, and then he left her alone.
Chevaunne shut the door and sank onto the commode. Actually, one of the two commodes. There were two sinks as well, plus the biggest tub she’d ever seen. Dazedly, Chevaunne shook her head. Her brain was still trying to grasp what she’d done. Had she really agreed to marry three men? How did that work? I’m pretty sure that’s not legal, but then neither is kidnapping. So who is this JP we’re seeing? Why see a JP when one woman marrying three men isn’t legal?
It was all too much to think about, and her tummy was rumbling. She hadn’t eaten supper, and she’d burned off a lot of calories last night. She grinned as she remembered the fantastic sex and stepped into the shower.

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A free read for you from Berengaria Brown

(originally on http://crysellescraziness.blogspot.com/2011/04/thousand-word-thursday-berengaria-brown.html)

“Have you any idea how heavy you are with all those stupid gold roses on your clothing and my bridle? And you’re no lightweight, even without all that fancy armor. Why couldn’t we take the train and wear jeans like normal people?”
“George, you’re a horse. People don’t take horses on trains. Besides, it’s our duty to rescue the beautiful damsel from the wicked dragon. I’m a knight. It’s my job.”
“I am not a horse. I’m a man who occasionally becomes a Golden Palomino to help you fulfill your destiny. We could travel on the train as humans. With your help I could stay unshifted long enough to get to the dragon’s lair.”
“Uh-huh. Suuuure you could. Wild, naked sex is the only thing that stops you from turning after two hours. On a two-day train journey, do you really think no one would notice us having sex every two hours? Besides, by the time we arrived at the dragon’s lair we’d both be far too tired to rescue the beautiful damsel in distress.”
“Okay, okay. So what do we know about this damsel?”
“Well, she’s the youngest daughter of a king from a distant land.”
“They always are.”
“She’s stunningly beautiful.”
“Of course. No self-respecting dragon would kidnap an ugly princess, Roland, you know that. The problem will be after we rescue her, if she expects you to marry her like the last princess we rescued did. That was a delicate situation there for a while.”
“Thank God, her catching us making love beside the crystal brook was enough to send her back into the arms of her devoted swain.”
“Huh, devoted swain, my ass. He didn’t rescue her. He left that to us to do.” George snorted and whinnied, shaking his long white mane in the frosty air.
“We’d better take cover. Those black clouds look like it’ll thunder very soon. There should be some caves just ahead.”
“Caves. Why can’t we stay in an inn?”
“Don’t you want to snuggle a little tonight? How could we do that in an inn? Horses stay in the barn, remember.”
“Some snuggling sounds good. I think I can rise to the occasion.” George picked up speed, galloping toward the cave.
Roland put all thought of rescuing the damsel in distress on hold until after some wild naked sex with George in his human shifted form.
© Berengaria Brown 2011

As well as ebooks, I have three books out in print. “Sizzling Vacations” contains three of my novellas out at Ellora’s Cave: “Dance for Three”, “Double Satisfaction”, and “Summer Sizzle”.
Each story centers around a vacation where the characters learn about each other and their relationship.
Buy Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9261-sizzling-vacations.aspx

“Forever Yours” is a print version of my three stories set in the Smith Tower building, “Intensity”, “Complexity”, and “Eternity”. If you like sexy ghosts, vampires and ménages, I can promise you’ll like “Forever Yours”.
Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1610342526/bookstrand-20

“Ad-dick-tion” is a volume of MM short stories and it includes my story, “Carnal Connections”.
Buy link: http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/332


Berengaria Brown is a multi-published author of ménage, MM and FF: contemporary, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, and two Regency-set historicals.
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Branden + Sloan + Naomi = Happiness? or Disaster? (ADULT EXCERPT)

"Terracotta Warriors" released 30 March. It is my first menage story where one of the heroes is the central character, not the heroine.


“Terracotta Warriors” Blurb

Naomi has a casual sex-buddy relationship with Branden, a bisexual man. When she loses her job Branden offers her a short-term position in the Museum of which he is a director, but more than that, he wonders if she could be the solution to his sexual problem. He and Sloan are very happy together, but Brand needs the softness of a woman as well as the harsher, more animal mating of two males together.
Sloan and Naomi join Branden on a business trip to Xi'an. Will adding Naomi to the mix be a disaster -- or the solution to all their needs?

WARNING ADULT MM Excerpt

Sloan was face down on the bed, his hands roped to the headboard, his legs wide apart and each foot roped to a bedpost. Several pillows pushed under his flat stomach kept his ass raised high. Stretched out like this, his six-foot-four inches easily reached from the head of the bed, to the foot, which meant Branden had tied the ropes quite firmly, allowing Sloan very little movement.
Branden crouched on the bed between Sloan's legs, a jar of oil in his hands. He gently ran a slippery palm over one of Sloan's shoulders and down his spine, then along his side and back up to the shoulder again. Sloan shivered. "Jeez, Brand. Will you, for fuck's sake, stick that finger in my ass, so we can get the main part of the program here?"
"Patience, patience. That's why I have you tied up. The longer you wait, the harder you'll come in the end."
"If I come any harder than I did last night, likely I'll break! I've never had such good orgasms as I do with you."
"I love you, Sloan. You know that, don't you?" Branden pressed soft kisses to the base of Sloan's spine, just above his highly fuckable ass.
"I love you, too, but I want some action here."
Getting there," soothed Branden, dripping some oil onto Sloan's butt and massaging the tense muscles there. Finally he gave in a little and dripped some oil along the crack, but still he didn't penetrate Sloan's ass. He merely teased around the cheeks, before returning to massaging Sloan's shoulders.
Brand leaned over Sloan's sexy body to press some kisses along his neck. Sloan's brown hair was cut military short, so there was plenty of sensitive skin around his neck to lick and nibble and suck. Tenderly, Branden sucked an earlobe into his mouth, before biting down on the fleshy part, then soothing his bite by sucking some more.
Next he flicked his tongue into Sloan's ear, and then trailed his hands down the man's body again, down, down, down. Branden crouched on his heels to oil his hands again, waiting for his heart rate to even out, noting how Sloan's lungs were heaving with arousal.
Brand's own dick was harder than a spike and aching with excitement. It wanted inside that dark hole so badly he was almost bursting. But it had to be better than good for Sloan. He loved Sloan so much he wanted it to be the best he could make it, every time.

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Berengaria's brand new lesbian erotic romance

People seem to be fascinated by the idea of girl on girl action.
"Paige's Passion" is my fourth lesbian erotic romance and was released on 20 April.

"Paige's Passion" blurb
Paige is sent on a business trip and invites her good friend Madeline to go with her. They’ve been lusting after each other for some time but Paige was worried that taking the step to a sexual relationship might destroy their friendship. At the end of the second night they are committed to an ongoing relationship together.
But when they get back to their ordinary lives Paige is consumed by her job. Paige desperately wants the relationship to work, but her career is very important to her and Maddy is so easy-going. Can they ever be happy together?

STORY Excerpt WARNING Lesbian Romance

"Shit, Paige, this's a really nice suite. Are you sure it's okay for me to be here with you?" asked Madeline, looking around at the solid wooden doors hiding the huge flat-screen TV and mini-bar, and at the ultra king-size bed.
Paige opened the drapes wide, exposing a fantastic view across to the river, which was dotted with yachts and other sailing boats. "Of course it's okay. Wait 'til you see the bathroom, Maddy. It's something special. Go, look at it."
"Oh, wow, this is great. Two would definitely fit in this Jacuzzi and in the shower. And there's a separate room for the toilet. That's really classy." Madeline's voice echoed back to Paige.
At forty, Madeline's hair was still a shiny chestnut with no signs of gray, her hazel eyes were always alive with fun, and she flitted from job to job as the mood took her. Paige, ten years younger, considered her short, dark brown hair and brown eyes positively dull beside the vivacious Maddy.
Paige grunted some affirmative noises, but her eyes and her mind were on that huge bed. She sat on the side of it and sank deeply into a cushy mattress and puffy quilt.
I'll finally be sharing a bed with Maddy. It's what I've wanted to do for so long. She turns me on so much more than any man ever has. And I know she's bisexual, she makes no secret of that. But does she desire me in that way? And if we fuck, will that ruin our friendship? We get on so well together. Will taking our relationship to a sexual level destroy our ability to have fun together? Gods, I wish I knew what to do here!
"Hey, wake up! Let's go try out the pool and hot tub on the roof," suggested Maddy, bouncing back into the room.
"Good plan. You change in the bathroom and I'll change here. But you have to put your clothes and shoes back on; they don't let you in the hallways just in swimwear."
"Not a problem," responded Maddy, grabbing her tote bag and heading back into the bathroom.
Paige changed into her plain navy one-piece and hastily dropped an equally plain navy A-line skirt over it. She was buttoning up a pale blue shirt when Maddy called out, "Okay to enter?"
"Yeah, sure," Paige replied, moving over to her luggage to grab her flip-flops.
Paige's heart began to beat so hard it almost drummed its way out of her chest as she looked at Maddy. Her friend was wearing a bright candy pink and orange tankini that should have clashed horribly with her hair, yet somehow looked stunning. Maddy's lush breasts stretched the top enticingly, her hips rounded out the bottom, and her belly protruded just the slightest bit, making a smooth-flowing curve across the garment that was very enjoyable to look at. Her legs were long and straight and slightly muscled, yet very feminine.
Maddy dropped a pink sundress over her head, slid her feet into matching pink sandals, and asked, "Are there pool towels, or do we need to take towels with us?"
"When I went up to look at it before you arrived, there was a stack of pool towels on a table by the door."
"Excellent. Let's go."
Paige grabbed her keycard and followed Maddy to the door, trying not to drool at her friend's yummy ass swaying beneath the sundress. It was even worse as they got off the elevator and walked up the few steps to the pool entry. Maddy's calf muscles flexed and stretched. Her ass swung slightly and Paige's cunt clenched with desire. She's my friend. Just a friend. Someone to hang out with and talk to. Not a lover, she told herself sternly.

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A tsunami of sex and love: Flash Flood

"Flash Flood" blurb:

Phoebe is on her way to a business meeting when a landslide causes a tsunami of water to flood the road, sweeping her car into a river. She is pulled from the river by Connor and Patrick. A night of extremely satisfying “thank God I’m alive” sex seems a fitting end to the day.

Phoebe has a week off work to recover, and the two men invite her to accompany them on a business-and-pleasure trip. They have a great time, the sex is awesome, but Fi is unsettled by undercurrents and things she cannot quite grasp. She finds herself humming “For I am a pirate king”, possibly because of their tendency to tell pirate jokes. Or maybe not.



Story Excerpt
The car was filling with water. No matter how hard she pushed and kicked at the door it wouldn’t open. The water was creeping higher and higher. Over her waist, her breasts, up to her neck. She was moving slowly, sluggishly, she couldn’t even kick the door now. She was going to drown. Down in this piece-of-shit compact, environmentally friendly car. Drown in a carful of fucking global warming.
Fi tipped her head up to the roof of the car and screamed her rage at the universe for this rotten trick it was playing on her.
Voices were hushing her, soothing her. Hands were stroking and petting her hair, holding her arms, pulling her up and into a warm clasp.
Fi forced her eyes open. No water. Just a hotel room and the cowboy—Patrick—holding her arms, looking down into her face. Shit, that dark stubble looked sexy on him even if it would give her a beard-burn if he rubbed it on her skin. Kissing him’d be worth it though, she knew.
She leaned into Patrick’s hard chest, gasping for breath, and realized Connor was plastered to her back, warming her, soothing her, stroking her hair. Her hair that had not been brushed and braided after her shower. Oh shit! It’d likely dried into a tangled rat’s nest. And she’d just screamed their room down with a nightmare like a two-year-old. Not to mention she had no clean clothes to wear if she did the polite and socially acceptable thing after a one-night stand and left discreetly. How embarrassing! How incredibly, unbelievably embarrassing was this! Her entire body flushed red with shame and mortification. Oh God! Maybe it would have been better to have drowned. I’ll never be able to look myself in the eye again after this. They must be wishing they’d never dragged me out of the water.
“I’m sorry. I—”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, love. You had a nasty scare today and it’s only to be expected you had a nightmare after it,” Connor’s deep, sexy voice soothed her as his hand kept massaging her scalp, stroking her hair.
Patrick pressed soft, gentle, featherlight kisses to her cheeks, eyelids, nose, jawline. “Relax. We’ll look after you. You’re safe with us.”
The heat in her face and body died down somewhat but she was still in an embarrassing position. At least it didn’t sound like they expected her to leave just yet. “What on earth will I wear to leave here in the morning?”

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Four-Way Split: My naughtiest book yet!

I’m excited that Scarlet Harlot publishing has released my naughtiest book yet.
"Four-Way Split" is the story of two bored couples and how they entertained themselves one very, very naughty weekend.


“Four-Way Split” blurb:

Logan and Zara have been married twenty years. Their sex life is boring. Dead boring. They love each other but they want more excitement in bed. The answer? Ask another couple to join them for a very dirty, smutty weekend of darkly naughty sex.
Wicked fantasies and forbidden desires are shared. Girl on girl action? Double penetration? Every dark craving comes vividly to life for an orgasmic weekend.

Story Excerpt

The evening went smoothly, with Archer and Belle as much fun to talk to, and as good company as Zara had remembered from the previous time she’d met them. They all laughed a lot, and had similar points of view on many things, yet were sufficiently different to have a deep enough conversation to make her think. All in all, she was very pleased.
When she brought in the coffee, Logan raised an eyebrow at her in that yummy, questioning way he had. She knew what he was asking and she nodded. One thing about living with a man for a long time, you could mostly work out their body language. And his body was still mighty fine for a man who’d turned forty last birthday.
She poured the rich, aromatic brew, then passed around creamer and sugar.
With no finesse, no warm-up, no gentle build-up or sounding-out of his friends, Logan shocked Zara by blurting straight out, “So, Zara and I are interested in trying out a foursome, everyone doing everyone. Are you interested in joining us?”
Zara felt her face flame beet-red, heat flaring from her toes to her head. Oh, God talk about no warning! With her gaze lowered to the table, she peeked sideways from the corners of her eyes. Belle’s faced was flushed. Logan and Archer both had goofy grins on their faces. At least they hadn’t run screaming from the house. That was a start, she supposed.
She watched closely as Belle and Archer seemed to be talking without words, just the way she and Logan did. She’d never thought about it before, but it made sense, she supposed, that other long-term couples had developed a sense for the partner’s feelings just as she and Logan had.
Archer cleared his throat. “We’re in,” he said simply.
Zara felt a huge ball of tension roll off her shoulders and back. She straightened up, looked at them both and smiled.

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