Thursday, May 15, 2014

Why Protecting Olivia is important


Protecting Olivia
Fate Harbor 2
by Caitlyn O'Leary
a Menage Amour
from Siren Publishing
15% discount until midnight CST, May 22nd. 
A special message from author Caitlyn O'Leary

Thanks for hosting me on your blog, and allowing me a moment to talk about why this book means so much to me.  It is the second book I have written.  It follows Trusting Chance in the Fate Harbor series, and I like to think I’m still delivering the same kind of fun, strong story to my readers.  As a matter of fact, they get hunky firemen, and a mystery!  I’m also introducing two ex-Special Forces men who also come to help protect Olivia because somebody is really out to get her. 

                The reason this book really tugs at my personal heartstrings is that it mentions one topic that that is especially relevant to me.  That is the need for homeless shelters.  My mom was mentally ill, and she had five children who desperately loved her and would have taken her in at any time, but because of her illness we couldn’t always find her.  Knowing that there is a shelter system in America where people who are in need can find refuge is important to me.  When I wrote this story for Olivia, I hadn’t even realized that connection between my mom and Olivia’s passion.  It was re-reading the story during the editing process that it clicked for me why the story resonated.  All of my characters seem to write their own stories and I have very little say on what they do, so I was happy to see that Olivia was doing something about a cause that would have helped my mom. 

Okay, with all that being said, the people that I have had read the book, still said that the mystery and action had them turning pages until the very end.  And that the book was extremely steamy.  So go read the excerpts, before thinking that Olivia spent her entire time taking care of the homeless, I assure you she spent plenty of time “playing” with her oh-so-hot firemen!

-          Caitlyn


After almost being beaten to death Olivia Prescott is recovering in Fate Harbor.  There she meets firefighter, Joshua Parker, who was everything she wants in a man, and she begins to fall in love. Later, his best friend and fellow firefighter, Ian Ransom returns, and she recognizes a long lost piece of her soul.

Rather than coming between the two friends she flees back to Boston.  When Joshua and Ian find out that Olivia’s life is in danger, they realize that their friendship and Olivia mean more to them than any sense of betrayal. They recognize that to keep her they must learn to share her.  Their background in law enforcement allow Joshua and Ian to protect Olivia while helping to discover who is behind the attempts on her life. While finding out who is behind the plot to kill Olivia, can they convince Olivia that the three of them are meant to be together and make a life in Fate Harbor? 


             “Kitten, are you okay?” it was the way he had thought of her, with her back arched hissing at Chance when he had first seen her.

                “My ribs are still a little tender,” she admitted as she gazed up at him with darkened eyes.  “I didn’t want to stop, Joshua.”  She shifted her bottom in his lap, so that she was nestled against his denim covered erection.  “I liked kissing you; being close to you.” 

                Joshua cleared his throat.  “We still have wine and dessert,” he reminded her.

                “I know what I want for dessert,” she purred.  Yep, definitely a kitten.

                “Olivia Ann, first dessert!  Then, we’ll have a serious conversation, then maybe we can discuss further activities.”

                “Don’t you have condoms?” she asked.

                “Dessert!” he maintained.  “I need my burnt marshmallow craving taken care of, before I can think of my other cravings.  You do know how to make a s’more don’t you?”

                “I’ve roasted marshmallows, but I’ve never had a s’more,” she admitted.

                “Ahhh, you weren’t a camper.  Here I thought you had a perfect pedigree.  Allow me to broaden your horizons.”  Joshua insisted upon keeping her in his lap, as they roasted marshmallows and made a mess of gooey chocolate on graham crackers.

                “Oh, my God, this tastes wonderful,” Olivia said around a mouthful of s’more, her eyes wide.

                “Told you.”

                “Joshua Parker, the mind boggles at the idea of what other pleasures you might be able to introduce me to,” she looked up at him, seductively.

                She watched as he dutifully put out the fire, learning the proper way to perform the task.  There were more steps than she would have thought.  She then helped him pack up, and shake the sand out of the blanket.  She enjoyed the sensation of resting her head on his shoulder as they walked back to his house. 

                “So what is this serious conversation you wanted to have?  I recently came out of the hospital with clean blood work, but I’m not on any birth control, at least not at the moment.  What about you, have you been tested?” she asked.

                “It’s been over a year since I’ve had sex, and I’ve been checked since then, so I’m clean,” he answered.

                “A year, that seems like a long time for a firefighter.  Don’t you have a fan base, groupies or some such thing?” Olivia asked with a wry smile.

                Joshua gave a rueful chuckle, and didn’t answer.  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said.   “A friend of mine married a man who rode bulls in the rodeo, those groupies were called Buckle Bunnies.  What are yours called?”

                “Firehouse Floozies, but I’m not sure that’s really politically correct.  I think they prefer to be called ladies.”  As she continued to just look at him, he answered her question with one of his own.  “Do you really have me categorized as a firefighter as opposed to a thirty-six year old man who might know the difference between taking a woman of substance into his bed as opposed to some woman who just wants to use him?”

                “I’m sorry, Joshua,” Olivia said after a moment.  She paused longer, thinking through her next words.  “I think I wanted to believe this had less relevance for you…  For us.  I’m not going to be here long.  My home is in Boston.”  He reached out and pulled her in, their hips meeting, their breaths mingling.  He looked her in the eye, gray meeting blue.

                “I’m not asking for a commitment, Kitten.  I’m asking for the pleasure of your company while you are here.  In all honesty, I’m hopeful that eventually you will spend some of that time in my bed.”  Olivia pressed herself against his erection, luxuriating in the feel of all that hardness waiting for her; it had been much longer for her than it had been for Joshua. 

                “I’m not saying no, Joshua.  I want you right now.” 



                She pulled away from Joshua, stroking her fingers across his cheek, smiling down at him, as she pushed back against Ian.  Joshua smiled back, knowing exactly what Ian was doing.

                “Please, Ian,” she begged.

                “Yes, I promise,” he said.

                “Now, please, I need you now,” she pleaded.  Then she felt him, and sighed, resting her head against the heat of Joshua’s chest.  She relaxed, letting him in, enveloping him, and bringing him home.

                “God, Livvy, you feel so good,” he croaked.  Ever so slowly he pulled her up onto her knees, freeing Joshua’s cock from where it had been cushioned against the soft curve of her stomach.  She reached down, stroking the velvety heat, needing two hands to surround him.

                “Yes, baby, I love your touch,” Joshua said, a strained smile on his face.

                Olivia had trouble speaking, the heat and power of Ian filling her, causing her to tremble, but he held still,  so she gasped, “I love touching you, Joshua,” she finally answered, her voice a whisper.

                “Guide me in.  I need to be inside you.”  Both men helped to position her, so that Joshua’s cock was at the entrance of her vagina, and Olivia couldn’t stop the shudder that went through her body.  She needed this.  She needed to have them both inside her, at last.  She started to push down, excitement coursing through her, the need.  Then she was wincing at the strain on her compressed channel.  Joshua, even though he was groaning in pleasure at being clenched so tightly saw her discomfort, and immediately grabbed her hips and stilled her downward movement.

                “Stop,” he commanded.  “Stay still for a moment.  Let yourself get used to the fullness.”  Olivia sucked in a deep shuddering breath, and Ian leaned forward, his chest cradling her back, his hand reaching around to her mound, finding her engorged clit.

                “Livvy, I’ve never felt something so soft, so puffy and wet,” he said, as he lightly touched that flange of flesh.

                “You should see it, Ian.  Her clit is so red and swollen, begging for your touch.  Pinch it, she wants you to play.”  Ian released the knot of nerves, and Olivia cried out in protest, as he took his hand back to suck on his fingers.  She could hear what he was doing, and she was so aroused, she pushed down on Joshua’s thick erection, needing more stimulation, needing more of her men.  Ian brought his wet fingers back to her needy flesh and swirled around the bud, causing her to lift, and then lower.  She saw the strain on Joshua’s face, but she was unable to do anything about it, because she knew that her face mirrored his.  Up and down, until finally their pelvises met, and they both sighed in satisfaction.

                Never, ever, had she felt closer to two human beings, so loved, so cherished, so needy, so out of her mind.  They just waited, filling her, not moving.  The strain on Joshua’s face had grown worse, not better, even though he was completely clasped inside her body.  Then she felt that first small slide of Ian’s, causing a tumult within her, because only a thin piece of skin separated the two cocks, and she could feel them rubbing against her passage, against that sensitive, glowing place that lit her from within.  When she looked at Joshua she saw that he felt it, too, that just as she felt that rub, he was just as transported.

                Then Joshua pushed her up just a miniscule amount, and pressed down into the mattress, causing his penis to rub against her insides, lighting her up, causing her to drop her head onto his chest and moan out her pleasure.  And just like that, as if a starting gun had gone off, her men started a rhythm that had nothing to do with small and miniscule movements, rather there was plunging and pulling, rubbing and gliding, against her insides, pushing her higher, as they pushed themselves higher, taking them someplace they had never gone before.  All three of them were groaning and moaning, soon shouting their pleasure.

                “I can’t stop it, I’m going to come.” Olivia shouted.

                “Come,” they ordered in unison.  She felt jets of semen shooting into her, filling her, making her feel warm and satisfied.  It felt like they continued for hours, and she reveled in this feeling of fullness, knowing that they would be a part of her.

                She was barely awake, when they both gently withdrew from her body.  She felt herself lifted, and then lowered into warm water.

                “No,” she said sadly, but it was too late.  Ian’s face fell.  He had placed her into the tub, and Joshua was standing next to him, he looked just as upset at her sad expression.

                “Olivia Ann, why are you sad?” he asked anxiously.  Ian stroked her hair, trying to comfort her, waiting for her to answer Joshua’s question.

                “Why did you want to wash everything away?  I wanted to keep you inside me.”

                “Oh, baby, it’s okay, we’ll make love again,” Ian promised, kissing her gently as he knelt beside the tub.

                “You’re leaving,” she said, her lip trembling.  That’s when it all fell into place for the men.  They could see that everything had been too much for Olivia, and despite the fact that they truly felt she needed the soothing effects of the warm bath, Ian picked her up, and stood her up.  They both patted her dry, as she stood with a forlorn look.  This time Joshua picked her up and took her back to their bed, and she was held between Joshua and Ian, occasionally dozing off, but mostly just luxuriating in the feel of the two of them, and praying it would not be the last time she felt their warm bodies pressed against hers.



Caitlyn O’Leary was born and raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest.  She’s been an avid reader all her life.  Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments, before they turned them in as their own.  Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, while at night she continued to read everything she could get her hands on, including many, many steamy romances!

Now, happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write erotic Happily Ever Afters for Siren. She enjoys swimming, travelling, writing, babysitting her nieces and nephews, spending time with friends and family and doing lots of “research” for her upcoming novels with her husband.






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