When pride comes between love

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever. Kidnapped from a cemetery in New Orleans on Halloween, each of the five friends becomes embroiled in a paranormal turf war that will decide the outcome of not only their lives, but the entire city of New Orleans.

Coming October 20th through October 24th, 2014...

MIDNIGHT, NEW ORLEANS STYLE 

 

  A multi-author series from five exclusive Siren authors:

Book #1 - ERIN'S REDEMPTION by ALICIA WHITE 
Book #2 - MAGICAL REDEMPTION by CORINNE DAVIES  
Book #3 - UNHALLOWED REDEMPTION by TARA ROSE  
Book #4 - REDEMPTION SONG by KAREN MERCURY  
Book #5 - THEIR MATE'S REDEMPTION by MARLA MONROE



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Their Mate's Redemption
Midnight, New Orleans Style 5
by Marla Monroe
a Paranormal Shape-Shifters Menage Erotic Romance
from Siren Publishing

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When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.

Struggling with guilt, Shayla learns that true love can set you free, but it sometimes comes with a price. Gaston and Beau learn that claiming their mate might cost them their pride.

Beau and Gaston struggle to protect their mate while trying to understand what is happening with their enemies. When it becomes obvious that demons are behind their latest trouble, they know that the trouble wasn’t from within the pride, but from outside.

STORY EXCERPT

 

Shayla jerked back around to stare ahead of her, fully expecting not to be able to see in that direction now either, but the pathway ahead appeared brighter than before. As she took a step in that direction, the light seemed to move, almost dancing over the tombs and crypts towering over her on either side.

“Heidi? Erin?” No one answered.

In fact, the cemetery was eerily silent. Not even the sound of the wind could be heard though she saw the evidence of it in the blowing ribbons on wreaths and pots of flowers. Taking a step, she felt the crunch of the gravel beneath her feet, but nothing made a noise. Fear unlike anything she’d ever felt before crawled inside her and began wreaking havoc on her stomach. Every beat of her heart seemed to push it higher in her throat.

She’d always believed Lissette when she’d talked about Voodoo, Vodun, and Santeria. Each was a different practice mixing all sorts of forms of witchcraft and religion. One thing Shayla respected was the powers of belief. You didn’t have to be a practitioner in any of the arts to experience them if you believed. There was power in belief. If not for them, her friend would still be alive. Shayla believed that with all of her heart. They’d been a part of her death as surely as the one or ones who’d killed her all those years ago.

Something moved in her peripheral vision. Shayla jerked around but whatever it had been, it was gone now. She continued walking, slower than before. She looked from side to side as she passed each vault, praying nothing hid beside them to jump out at her as she did. If she died there before she’d even had a chance to pay her respects to the high priestess who Lissette had held in such high regard, the entire trip would have been for nothing. Shayla desperately wanted to atone for her part in Lissette’s death.

Originally she’d planned to find the store where Lissette had gotten her griss griss and talked to the owner about how to do that. She wanted Lissette to know she was sorry so maybe she could forgive herself. But when they’d found out about the tomb of Marie Laveau, it had seemed like a sign and the perfect way to pay their respects and tell their friend they were sorry.

Why had they convinced her not to wear the griss griss that night? They’d told her it was too valuable to her and where they were going, it might get stolen. In truth, they hadn’t wanted people to see it and ask questions. It didn’t smell exactly, but it did have an odd odor and if anyone asked Lissette about it, she got all mysterious and explained what it was for. They’d wanted to avoid that where they were going. And it had cost their friend her life.

For years after that, Shayla had struggled with the guilt. Then when she’d been attacked…

I’m not going there.

Something slammed to the ground in front of her, stopping her dead in her tracks. Before she could make sense of it, the thing got up and ran back between the vaults, disappearing before her eyes. Another larger shape raced past her, nearly knocking her over in the process.

What the hell? That looked like a panther! A freaking huge panther, but a panther. How much did I drink tonight?

There was no way she could leave the others out there with huge panthers running around. She had to find them. Without letting her good sense step in to stop her, Shayla slipped between the vaults and followed the panther, praying she wasn’t about to get eaten for her foolishness.

As she reached the end of a row of vaults, Shayla felt as if she were running through warm molasses for a split second before she almost popped out into the middle of what she could only describe as something right out of a horror movie. An epic battle raged on in front of her, the noise almost deafening between the growls, snarls, and loud chanting that filled the previously silent night around her.

She’d been right. The massive things she’d seen earlier had been massive panthers who were even now fighting what looked like demon spawn complete with red glowing eyes and grotesque bodies. The stench of sulfur and rotting flesh nearly made her gag, but it was the blood that flowed freely as every paranormal creature she’d never believed in and a few she’d never heard of fought as if the plight of the world rested on their shoulders. Perhaps it did.

There was no way to tell who was on what side or even who was winning. All she needed to worry about was where her friends were, but finding them in this would not only be impossible, but probably suicide as well.

What looked to be a vampire raced past her but before she could turn to check where he had gone, a nasty looking demon hissed in her direction before racing toward her. Shayla didn’t waste her breath screaming. It hadn’t helped her before, it sure wouldn’t help her in this. With everything going on around her she doubted it would even be heard over the fierce battle cries of the various creatures locked in mortal combat.

Instead, Shayla did what any self-respecting coward would do, she ran.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Every cell in his body cried out for her. His cat roared with demand that he take her, mark her, and fill her with his seed. The male side of him knew it wasn’t that simple or easy.

Her heart shaped face, now pale from shock, called to him just as the scent of her arousal had nearly driven his cat insane with the need to mount their mate. He wanted to taste that sweet honey he knew was seeping from her hot, wet pussy. The urge to bite her and mark her for all the world to see and know that she belonged to him—and his brother rode him hard. Though the panther wanted her submission, he wasn’t as worried about that as much as earning her trust and eventually her love.

Before she could regain her composure and argue with him about that, Gaston moved to reposition her on her back and once again settled between her thighs. Everything inside of him wanted to dive right in and sample some of the delicious juices he knew was right there in her folds. He knew he needed to build her up to that point so that she didn’t fight it. He and his brother needed to overwhelm her with pleasure so intense she couldn’t fight it anymore. Had she truly not wanted anything to do with them, Gaston would have backed away and tried something different, but the sweet fragrance of her arousal belied any protest she might offer.

Once again he started at her lower belly and kissed and licked his way to the softy curly hair that guarded her treasure. He couldn’t wait to bury his face between her legs. Even more, he wanted to sheath his cock deep in her hot, tight cunt.

I can’t scare her away. She is human and doesn’t understand our ways. Patience cat. She will be ours, but we can’t take away her choice.

The panther roared his disagreement. Panther females wouldn’t mate with a male who couldn’t control them, giving them the security they needed to believe their mate was strong enough to protect them and their cubs. Shayla wouldn’t understand that type of mating. Why had the fates decided on a human?

He shook off his questions and renewed his determination to win her trust and her love. At that moment, all that mattered was giving her pleasure so intense she wouldn’t say no to becoming their mate. With that finial thought, Gaston spread her thighs apart with his wide shoulders before spreading her pussy lips so he could see the pink flower covered in her dew just waiting for his tongue.

“Cho! Co! Chere. So pretty and wet you are.” He ran his tongue up her slit to circle around the little nub of her clit.

“Oh, God! What are you doing to me?” Her hoarse voice made him smile as he lapped at her much as a Meenoo would lap at a saucer of milk.

She wiggled under his mouth to the point he had to look up to see what Beau was doing to her. He couldn’t help but smile as his brother sucked and squeezed her breasts, his face awash in bliss. To say that Beau was a breast man was an understatement. Gaston laid one arm over her pelvis to hold her still making sure to keep his hand off of her wound. Causing her pain was not acceptable.

Every swipe of his tongue over her wet pussy netted him more of her sweet nectar. He couldn’t get enough of it but knew his brother should have a taste as well.

“Chere, pass me your hand. Let Beau taste how good you are.”

She hesitated then placed her hand in his. He dipped her fingers in her creamy juices before handing it over to his brother. Beau’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he sucked her fingers into his mouth. When his eyes closed and a low growling purr resonated from his chest, Shayla’s eyes widened again.

“See, beb? He is enraptured by your honeyed taste. It is the sweetest confection,” he told her.

Beau sucked and licked every drop from her fingers before growling louder and covering her mouth with his. Gaston relaxed when her arms wrapped around his brother, smoothing up and down his back. He felt his panther pacing restlessly. He nipped at her clit, feeling her bow beneath them as he soothed the slight sting with a swipe of his tongue. There was nothing as sexy as a female in the throes of passion. He wanted to see that with his mate.

Every fiber of his body ached to possess her but she would succumb first to the pleasure she deserved. He licked once more up her slit before carefully entering her hot, tight cunt with one finger. She instantly tightened around him. His cock twitched at the sensation of her tender tissues squeezing his finger. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her milking his finger as he slowly fucked her with it while sucking lightly on her clit.

 

About the Author

Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for about ten years now. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading another Siren author. She writes everything from sizzling hot contemporary cowboys, to science fiction ménages with the occasional bad ass biker thrown in for good measure.

Marla lives in the southern US and works full time at a busy hospital. When not writing, she loves to travel, spend time with her cats, and read. She’s always eager to try something new and especially enjoys the research for her books. She loves to hear from readers about what they are looking for next.

 

You can reach Marla at themarlamonroe@yahoo.com

 or visit her website at www.marlamonroe.com.

 

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That old fashion voodoo called love

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever. Kidnapped from a cemetery in New Orleans on Halloween, each of the five friends becomes embroiled in a paranormal turf war that will decide the outcome of not only their lives, but the entire city of New Orleans.

Coming October 20th through October 24th, 2014...

MIDNIGHT, NEW ORLEANS STYLE 

 

  A multi-author series from five exclusive Siren authors:

Book #1 - ERIN'S REDEMPTION by ALICIA WHITE 
Book #2 - MAGICAL REDEMPTION by CORINNE DAVIES  
Book #3 - UNHALLOWED REDEMPTION by TARA ROSE  
Book #4 - REDEMPTION SONG by KAREN MERCURY  
Book #5 - THEIR MATE'S REDEMPTION by MARLA MONROE

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Redemption Song
Midnight, New Orleans Style 4
by Karen Mercury
a Paranormal Erotica Menage MMF Romance
from Siren Publishing

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.

Halloween in New Orleans. Rémy Lafitte has paid a charlatan to enact a Voodoo ceremony in the cemetery. The ritual reanimates Niko Valdés, a French Quarter tutor who was damned to Everlost for murdering his sister’s attacker.

Mild-mannered stockbroker Heidi Purdue stumbles upon Niko and Rémy in a compromising position. They are interrupted by a demon on horseback who beheads the charlatan before giving the trio a pentalpha puzzle to solve.

Curvy Heidi knows that heartthrob Rémy would never fall for her, but she falls for the undead tutor. Rémy, jealous of the other two’s closeness, agrees to an equitable ménage, opening up to a male lover.

The centuries-long battle against primordial evil leads them to a temple, where they find Solomon’s ring. They go past the portal of Hellmouth to redeem themselves, but the real puzzle is how to fulfill the prophecy that they are intertwined inexorably—now and forever.

STORY EXCERPT

 

Parked on the sidewalk, the nerd unfolded himself from the Corvette and extended a hand. “Marvin Simon, at your service.”

The trio introduced themselves. Rémy wondered at the casual attitude Marvin had toward three strangers who were in the service of the Duke of Demons, looking for a damned ring. Did this happen often to Marvin?

Niko said, “Sorry we were so late. We got sidetracked by placing stones.”

Marvin nodded knowledgeably. “That’s good. That’s a very good reason for being late. I’m glad you’re following the angles of the pentalpha.”

“Yes,” said Rémy, “we’ve crisscrossed this city placing stones at all the right spots. Now we need the ring, though.”

“Can you verify,” said Heidi, “that this ring will enable us to command the demons? We have several quests at stake here.”

“Well yes,” said Marvin, “within reason. You have to do several things first, though, before the ring will give you superiority over Baal-Berith and his cronies.”

Niko gaped. “There are more of them?”

Marvin looked at Niko as though he’d just come back from the dead. “Well, yes. Why else would he be called the Duke of Demons if he didn’t have anyone else in his duchy? You haven’t seen any others? No matter, you will. Baal-Berith isn’t easily subdued.”

Rémy said, “But he’s losing power at midnight tonight. Can’t we just wait for midnight to come and go?”

Marvin looked exasperated. “You could, if you didn’t really give a flying fig about your quests being completed. You could just go back to your dull-as-dishwater, boring-ass existence watching America’s Favorite Bachelor and driving your BMWs”—how did Marvin know that Rémy drove a BMW?—“but then you’d completely miss out on accomplishing your quests, now, wouldn’t you?”

Niko stammered, “I…I didn’t know there was a time limit. So we have to complete our quests by the time Baal-Berith loses power?”

Marvin looked skyward for divine assistance. “Well, of course now. The demons don’t just sit around waiting for you to take your thumb out of your ass. That’s the whole challenge. The closer it gets to midnight, the more powerful they become. The more assistance they can give you, but at the same time…” Marvin trailed off meaningfully.

Heidi filled in. “The more they can…crush us?”

Marvin nodded decisively. “Exactly. That’s what they live for, to crush you. They wouldn’t be very demonic if they didn’t. It’s my goal to help you subdue or overcome them. Now, with that in mind, why don’t you tell me about your quests? Two sentences or less, please. I don’t have all day. I’m entering my crawfish in the cook-off, and I don’t want to miss Chicken on the Bone playing ‘Rock This Town.’ They do it with such pep.”

Rémy went first, to give Heidi and Niko time to think. “Well, at first my main goal was to find my ancestor Jean Lafitte’s gold bars.”

Predictably, Marvin’s eyes lit up. “An admirable goal indeed. Treasure hunts are always given top priority by the demons. But your goal has changed?”

“Well, yes,” Rémy had to admit. “I mean, I still want to find the gold bars, of course. But I’ve really come to…” He couldn’t admit to this bobble-headed stranger that he thought he was falling in love with Heidi, and was having strangely powerful feelings about the undead Niko, too. Heidi was a unique, powerful soul, yet so childishly appealing. And Niko, well, there was nothing that was not unique about him. He told himself he never would have allowed himself romantic feelings about another man unless the man was as oddly singular as Niko de la Concepcion Valdés. So Rémy said, “I’ve come to put Niko’s quest as top priority. Niko, tell Marvin about yours.”

Niko solemnly folded his hands before his crotch. “I come from the year 1855.” Rémy wasn’t surprised that Marvin also nodded sagely. “I was stuck in Everlost with my poor departed sister, and then this fellow here revived me with a ceremony he performed. I’d like to get my sister out of Everlost, too, but leave the bastard who caused all of this stuck in there until time immemorial.”

“Yes,” said Marvin, as though thoroughly familiar with Leclerc, “he behaved so badly on earth he can’t be recycled. He can never move forward.”

“Truly?” cried Niko, breaking his respectful stance. “We can leave him behind?”

“Yes and no,” said Marvin. “He will be put into hell like broken pottery that can’t be repaired. This does not get you out of making amends with him.”

“Damn!” swore Niko. “I swore I will never apologize to that sack of buzzard’s guts!”

“Language, language!” said Rémy, sharing a grin with Heidi.

Marvin asked, “Do you wish to stay in the present, my friend?”

“Well…” Niko looked around at his newfound partners, at the shiny automobiles and motorcycles that raced by, at the ten-story tall professional buildings around them. He shrugged. “I suppose, if that’s my only option.”

Rémy was deeply offended. He supposed! If that was his only option! Trying to be light, he said, “Thanks a lot, Niko. We’re your last and only option.”

“Yeah,” said Heidi, apparently miffed, too. “I guess you’re stuck with us.”

“No!” protested Niko. “I mean that if I had my way, of course I would go back to 1855 before any of this happened! But…” He turned to Marvin. “That is not an option, is it?”

“I’m afraid not. You’re stuck with these people you don’t like. You’re all witnesses. You’re all bound together, so you can’t separate. Get used to it. Now, Miss Purdue, what is your goal?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“I know. So much has changed, Raoul. When you hurt me, you hurt me permanently. I moved on before the words were even out of your mouth. And unlike you, my version of ‘moving on’ actually involves moving. So, no. I’m not coming back to you. I’m not coming back at all. But you can send me a postcard from Tahiti. I’ll text you my address.”

So that was the end of Raoul, and now Heidi had her thighs and arms wrapped around the most scrumptious piece of man candy ever to walk the planet—in fully human form, that was.

“Oh, please, please, imprint me, Rémy,” cooed Heidi, lifting her head from the mattress to suck his lower lip into her mouth. Tilting her pelvis, she impaled herself on his fat cock, and Rémy lost what little control he’d had. Grunting into her mouth, he drove it home, wedged deep next to her womb, where he held his prick, throbbing with an erotic pulse.

She’d been stretched out from fucking Niko the other day, so she easily accepted Rémy’s fat, long tool. She set up a gently rocking motion while grasping his cock with her inner pussy muscles. She had powerful Kegels after decades of self-pleasuring with the detachable shower head, and she could grasp a man’s penis as though she were a Venus flytrap.

Every time she clutched Rémy’s cock, he gasped. Heidi started giggling. She knew Rémy was afraid to really pound her because he’d come too fast. When she corkscrewed her hips while simultaneously clutching him with her pussy, he raised himself on his forearms and glared down at her. He bit his own lip, and his eyelids fluttered as he fought to keep control.

“You’re an ornery, mischievous girl,” he snarled.

Only Heidi could see over Rémy’s shoulder. Niko stood beside the bed whipping Rémy’s bathrobe from his torso. He tossed the satin and it slithered off the chair’s arm, but Heidi was transfixed, admiring Niko’s otherworldly body.

For an undead guy, Niko was ravishing, fresh, brimming with vitality. Especially since returning through Hellmouth with his sister, it was virtually impossible to tell that Niko had been raised from the ground recently. He still had his waistcoat, strange linen shirt, trousers, and odd boots. He still wore his greatcoat out at night, although he’d agreed to allow Rémy to take him shopping for a new jacket.

But now, as he kneeled behind Rémy and knocked apart Rémy’s knees with his own, Niko looked firmly embedded in the present. Leaning, Niko dipped a few fingertips into a jar of shimmering white coconut oil. Heidi was fascinated with the view. He slathered his sleek dark cock with the pearly white cream, his thumb working a circular pattern around his shiny glans.

Heidi clutched furiously at Rémy’s cock. He sucked in air with a hiss when Niko reached between the globes of Rémy’s ass and touched a finger full of coconut oil to his tight bud. Heidi assisted by parting the shapely globes for Niko’s pleasure. She could reach one of her long arms around Rémy’s waist to massage his perineum as he hunched up into her higher and higher, inching her up the mattress toward the headboard. She could tell by the way Rémy gasped and his prick plumped inside her that he liked the way Niko slid a finger up his anus.

She knew it before Niko even asked. “You like that, boss man?” In bed, Niko liked to call Rémy that. Outside of bed, Rémy was hardly the boss of anything. The two were equitable. But Niko was freer with his bisexuality than Rémy, having more years of experience under his belt. “You like having me up your ass?”

“I like it,” Rémy grunted, his cock knocking against Heidi’s cervix. It twitched, too, when Heidi petted his perineum, slick with creamy coconut oil. She could even jack Niko’s cock as it pulsated against Rémy’s tight ring, encouraging him to impale the bad boy pirate.

“Teach him who’s boss, Niko.” Heidi spoke around Rémy’s shoulder. “He might pretend to be the boss, but show him who’s in charge, who’s got the upper hand around here.”

Rémy started to protest. “No one’s got the upper—”

But Niko’s penis slipped inside of him, and the rest of his sentence was just a tortured groan.

Heidi was thrilled beyond belief to be feeling Rémy’s prick inside of her, his pumping driven by each thrust of Niko’s hips. Niko was the conductor who controlled all. He held Rémy’s hip, bringing his lover back to meet each one of his thrusts. Heidi was aroused with every loud slap of the men’s pelvises, every slap of Niko’s ball sac against Rémy’s shapely ass, every twitch of Niko’s cock inside of Rémy, which Heidi liked to think she could feel.

 

 

About the Author

 

Karen Mercury's first three novels were historical fiction involving precolonial African explorers. Since she was always either accused or praised (depending how you look at it) for writing overly steamy sex scenes, erotic romance was the natural next step. Now a multi-published author, she is currently writing about the Triple Play Lodge in Utah, and lives in Northern California with her Newfoundland dog.
 

She is specializing in MMF westerns because let's face it.  With two men who can take care of themselves as well as you, a lady can kick back, relax, and enjoy the scenery.

Website:  http://karenmercuryauthor.blogspot.com/

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Series Spotlight

 

Book 1 Erin's Redemption by Alicia White

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Book 2 Magical Redemption by Corinne Davies

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Book 3 Unhallowed Redemption by Tara Rose

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Karen's Key Word is Voodoo

 

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Prize #1:  a large tote bag with a picture on each side, an Unhallowed Redemption coffee cup, a 2015 desk calendar that features some of Tara Rose's book covers, a wind turbine squishy toy, animal print swag (snap bracelet, sunglasses, pen, paper fan, small vinyl bag), two squishy stress cubes with book covers from the Passion Peak, Colorado series, a signed card, and a set of magnets with each of Tara Rose's current release book covers

 

 

Prize #2:  Custom made Karen Mercury Key Chain and $10 Amazon Gift Card

 

Prize #3:  a Hand-made Scrabble Tile Necklace by Alicia White

 

 

Prize #4:  $25.00 in Strandbucks from Corinne Davies

 

 

Prize #5:  Marla Monroe is giving away SWAG ( TBA)

 

 

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Demon Lover, New Orleans Style

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever. Kidnapped from a cemetery in New Orleans on Halloween, each of the five friends becomes embroiled in a paranormal turf war that will decide the outcome of not only their lives, but the entire city of New Orleans.

Coming October 20th through October 24th, 2014...

MIDNIGHT, NEW ORLEANS STYLE 

 

  A multi-author series from five exclusive Siren authors:

Book #1 - ERIN'S REDEMPTION by ALICIA WHITE 
Book #2 - MAGICAL REDEMPTION by CORINNE DAVIES  
Book #3 - UNHALLOWED REDEMPTION by TARA ROSE  
Book #4 - REDEMPTION SONG by KAREN MERCURY  
Book #5 - THEIR MATE'S REDEMPTION by MARLA MONROE

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Unhallowed Redemption
Midnight, New Orleans Style 3
by Tara Rose
a Paranormal Ménage Erotic Romance
from Siren Publishing

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When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.

When Faina Andropov visits New Orleans with four college friends, it’s to honor the death of their friend, Lisette. The five have never resolved the guilt they feel over Lisette’s death, and decide to make a wish at Marie Laveau’s tomb on Halloween.

Faina and her friends become separated, and she is kidnapped by demon brothers Alexei and Konstantin Veselov and held prisoner in their mansion. As she becomes their lover, she learns that Alexei and Konstantin are bound by a contract with the devil, and she is both their key to freedom, and the love they must sacrifice to become human again.

With the help of a fallen angel, the brothers find a way out of the contract. But before they can execute it, Faina is attacked by their enemies. Can they rescue her in time, or will they be forced to make the ultimate choice?

STORY EXCERPT

 

She advanced toward Faina while the men stood, arms crossed in identical gestures. Both stared at her half-naked body as if they’d never seen a woman before. Faina wished she could stop gawking at them, but the compulsion was too strong. She’d never seen two more beautiful men in her entire life. Even as the memories from last night came back to her in living color, she didn’t want to look away from their penetrating, lustful gazes.

“Look at her. She’s terrified. And give her something to wear, for the love of all that’s holy.” The woman snatched the comforter off the bed and wrapped it around Faina’s shoulders, but all Faina did was watch the men.

“All that’s holy? Good one, Magda.” His voice was familiar, and now she remembered why. He was the one who had carried her toward the gate. He was tall, with muscles his jeans and button-down shirt couldn’t hide, and she fought the urge to cross the room and run her fingers through his hair. She’d always loved dark brown hair. He wore it to his shoulders, quite unlike most styles today. Combined with his golden eyes, it gave him a carefree look, with just a touch of the bad boy.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Snap out of it!

“Konstantin Veselov, I will leave this house and you two can find another to look after you if you don’t give this poor creature some proper clothes and food.”

Faina grasped the comforter and pulled it closer, then sat on the bed. She was hungry. And very thirsty. The smell in the room had dissipated, but now a headache threatened.

The woman patted her arm. “It will be okay. You just sit here. I’ll bring you food and drink since these two seem unable to find their way around their own house this morning.” She glared at the men. “And they will stay with you and explain why you’re here.”

Magda left the room, and Faina stared at the two, waiting. The one who hadn’t spoken moved toward her first, hand extended. “Forgive our appalling manners. I’m Alexei Veselov, and this is my brother, Konstantin.”

Faina didn’t shake his hand. Instead she stared into his green eyes and tried to make sense of all this. His hair was a shade or two darker than his brother’s, but cut in the same style. Both men had old souls. She could sense it, along with something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something dark but not evil, disturbing but not frightening.

“You can touch me. I won’t bite.”

His grin did nothing to dispel her uneasiness, but it did make her clit begin to throb. She glanced away from his gaze. This wasn’t the time to let her emotions get the better of her. “Where am I? Why did you bring me here? Where’s my phone? I have to call my friends. They must be worried sick by now.”

“They’re not.” Konstantin sat next to her. She could feel the heat from his body, and fought an urge to move closer to him. What power did these two have over her? She should be terrified. She should be looking for a way out of here. Instead, she was fighting against lust-filled images of lying back on this enormous bed so they could both take her, over and over, until she could no longer move or even think.

“How do you know that?”

“Because we answered a text message from one of them named Dani and told her you were fine.”

“You had no right to do that.” She glanced around. Was her phone in this room?”

“It’s in a safe place,” said Alexei.

She snapped her gaze to his face. “What is?”

“Your phone.”

How had he known that’s what she’d been looking for? “Where are we?”

“Our home.”

“And where exactly is this home?” She was tired of these damn games.

“The Metairie-Kenner area of New Orleans. Don’t worry. You’re quite safe in this house.”

“Pizdéť. Safe from what? What kind of game are you two playing here?”

Alexei grinned, and then he spoke in perfect Russian and repeated that she was safe, and that she needed to trust them.

Faina stood and brushed past them, gathering the comforter closer. She tried the door, but it was locked. Her body trembled, and she fought to keep from passing out. “How?” she whispered. “How is any of this possible?”

“Please come over here and sit back down.” Alexei’s voice was gentle, soothing, like one might use when speaking to a frightened child. “We aren’t going to harm you.”

She turned to face them, searching their expressions for a clue—any clue to what was really going on. If they’d wanted to rape her or something along those lines, they could have easily done so by now. Or had they already done that?

She remembered every detail of last night now, up until she’d been standing in front of the gate with them. One of them had asked her if she could climb the fence, but she couldn’t remember anything after that.

“We didn’t hurt you,” said Konstantin, his face registering disgust. “We would never do that.”

“What?” How the hell had he known what she’d been thinking?

“You’re wondering if we took advantage of you while you were sleeping. We did not.”

“Then why am I here?” Faina was suddenly so tired, and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. When she woke, she’d be back in her hotel room and all this would have been a horrible dream.

He patted the bed. “Please. Sit down. We’ll do our best to explain what’s going on.”

She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to be back in the hotel, out with her friends, and this time they’d stay put instead of wandering around cemeteries on Halloween at midnight. But she had no other choice right now. She had to listen to them, and hopefully this would all make sense in a few minutes.

 

 

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Faina took several deep breaths and then, before she lost her nerve, rose and climbed into Konstantin’s lap. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His lips weren’t just warm. They were blazing hot, and they forced loud moans from her throat and sent waves of crazy desire coursing through her body. She’d never been so turned-on in her life.

She parted her lips to let his tongue inside and then nearly passed out from the lust that consumed her. No one had ever kissed her like this. She didn’t care that they weren’t truly human anymore. She only knew she wanted them, right here on the stones of this patio, if that’s where they ended up.

His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, tugging it just hard enough to make her squirm in discomfort, but sending her arousal to crazy heights at the same time. She’d once tried to get Bill to pull her hair and spank her ass, but he’d laughed and called her a freak. She had a strong feeling neither of these men would deny her those requests and more if she asked. Hadn’t it been Konstantin who had said something this morning about her being tied to the bed?

When he released the kiss, his eyes blazed with desire and something else. Almost like anger, but not quite. He cupped her face, his strong grip close to hurting her. “No teasing. Please don’t toy with us. If you’re not serious about this, say so now. We won’t be angry.”

“I’m not teasing you. I would never do that.”

He released her face and held her close. She could feel the relief flooding his body. When he took his arms from around her, he placed her on her feet. Almost before Faina regained her sense of balance, Alexei pulled her into a tight embrace and held her, gently stroking her hair and back. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and when he bent his head and kissed her, fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids. His lips and tongue were just as hot as his brother’s, and equally skilled.

Loud moans escaped her throat as his hands roamed over her back and ass cheeks, then reached underneath her tank top to caress her breasts. One of the men moaned, and she wasn’t sure who, but it hardly mattered. She was out of her mind with need and hoped they fucked her all night. She didn’t care if she couldn’t walk for the rest of the week. She wanted them both, right now, rough and hard.

Konstantin moved behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, while Alexei released the kiss and pulled off her tank top. He grasped her breasts in his strong hands. “Yep. Just as I said they were.” His gravelly voice sounded like he was barely hanging on, and that sent Faina’s arousal spiraling out of control.

He fastened his mouth on one nipple, and she wrapped her fingers in his hair as jolts of electricity shot straight to her throbbing clit. Konstantin took off her shorts and lifted each foot so she could step out of them, kissing the soles of her feet. She fought the urge to giggle. No one had ever done that before.

He brushed his hands up the back of her thighs, trailing his tongue after them, as Alexei switched breasts. When Konstantin reached her ass cheeks, he gave each one a tiny smack, and she moaned loudly.

“Oh? You don’t mind that?”

“No. No, I don’t…”

Alexei released her nipple and lifted his head, grinning in a way that made her pussy even wetter. “Well. This just got interesting. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared. Not faded away, or vanished in a puff of smoke. One second he was there, grinning, and the next he was…gone.

She whirled around to face Konstantin, who merely smiled. “Sorry about that. Force of habit. We’ll try not to let it happen again.” Before Faina could react, he pulled her close and kissed her again. All thoughts of Alexei’s magic trick faded away as her body reacted to his touch once more. He squeezed her ass and her breasts, and all she wanted was to be skin-to-skin with him.

She ran her hands over his back and then grabbed his ass. It was as tight and muscled as she’d imagined. He moaned into her open mouth, obviously enjoying what she was doing, so she slowly brushed her hands around to the front and rubbed them over his impressive bulge. Oh, how she wanted that cock inside her.

Konstantin released the kiss and planted tiny bites up and down her neck. “Be careful.” His voice was sultry, teasing. “Girls who play with dicks get them stuffed into holes.”

“And they get spanked, as well.” Alexei was back, although Faina wasn’t sure if he’d materialized or simply walked onto the patio and she’d missed it. But when she watched him place a black leather bag on the tabletop, moving aside the candle, it was suddenly difficult to breathe.

“Do you want to guess what’s in there?” asked Konstantin.

“I hope it’s a paddle.”

He and Alexei exchanged a surprised, delighted glance. “I brought along a bit more than that.” Alexei pulled out leather bondage cuffs that weren’t new. These looked worn, and they fascinated her. “They’re very old but still useful. Unlike some talk we’ve heard, this generation did not invent what’s now called BDSM play.”

She swallowed hard, her heart racing. “What did you call it?”

“Various names.” He crooked a finger at her. “Come here, beautiful. The label isn’t important. The principles behind it are.” She couldn’t have refused him if she’d wanted to.

 

 

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Tara Rose loves to write about small towns and the quirky people that inhabit them. You’ll find engaging characters, budding romance, intrigue and plenty of hot steamy ménage sex within the pages of her books. You never really know what goes on behind closed doors, but her books will take you there, and leave you panting for more.

When she isn’t writing, Tara spends time with her husband—her real-life hero. She loves to cook, collect antique pottery, and she will read just about anything. Tara also plays the cello, and loves decorating her house for Christmas.

 

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When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.

 

Dani O’Brien is an introverted astrophysicist who spends most of her life staring at the stars and never allowed other people’s opinions to dictate her life. Her four best friends are the closest she has to sisters and their annual gathering to celebrate a friend’s life is one of the highlights of her year.

Identical twins Gavin and Maddoc McDryw are Druids with the ability to influence the energy that every living being emits. They alienated themselves from their clan after allowing a woman they thought they loved to manipulate them. The brothers can’t figure out why they are so drawn to the quirky human but the longer she’s with them the stronger their feelings for her become. But, not everyone is happy with this burgeoning relationship. As negative forces tear them apart, can they trust in the magic of love to hold them together?

STORY EXCERPT   Maddoc pulled a chair over and placed it right behind her legs. “Sit down, Dannika.” She dropped into the seat without looking, and he claimed that small yet definite sign of trust. Gavin glanced up at him, and he gave his brother a small shrug. He had no idea why she would react so strongly to a star chart. She’d lied to Gavin when he asked her if the chart meant anything to her. The false answer vibrated in the air around them, but he didn’t push her too hard. There were things that sometimes took a while for the mind to believe. Twenty-four hours ago, that small lie would have infuriated him and fueled him believe that Dannika was here to deceive them. She was no witch out to destroy their family, and it was high time he admitted his own responsibility in his past. Carrying around all that anger for the majority of the past century had been a thinly veiled attempt to ignore his stupidity. It was easier to blame Morgana for the many deaths in their clan, but he’d been the one thinking with his prick, showering the witch with everything she demanded regardless of the price his people and his soul had to pay Instead of standing up and accepting their part in it all, he’d convinced his brother to leave their home and strike out in the New World. “Dannika, have you ever been to Scotland? Did you know that the stars are so clear and bright on a cloudless night that you can read by their light?” “That sounds beautiful. Studying the stars through a telescope is wonderful, but it’s mostly math. I can’t remember the last time I looked up in the sky with my own eyes.” Gavin rounded the table and squatted next to her chair, on the opposite side of Maddoc. “We’re going to take you there.” Gavin looked over at Maddoc, and he nodded his agreement. It was time to accept the past for what it was and stop hiding from the home he loved so much. Dannika’s trust in them was a new and fragile thing. He’d protect her until that faith and trust in them both grew strong enough to bind them. “I’ll show you all the places that Maddoc lead that got us into trouble.” “I somehow find that difficult to believe, Gavin. I might not have had any siblings, but my friends did and not one of them has ever stated that they were always the followers into mischief. “But, I was.” Gavin slapped his hand over his heart as if her comment wounded him. “Maddoc was always the bad one.” “A length of Campbell tartan, a bottle of mead, and Colleen McDonald,” Maddoc stated as he straightened. They were the details of a potential tryst Gavin had convinced him to join in on when they were hardly old enough to know what to do with a naked woman. That prank had almost landed him and his brother with their heads in a noose and their balls tied to running horses. “No media evidence. It didn’t happen.” Gavin grinned as he lifted Dannika’s hand to his mouth. “Merely a footnote in a feud that had nothing to do with us…directly.” “You started a feud?” “Not intentionally…” “That’s not a denial, Gavin.” “Perhaps wearing another clan’s tartan while seducing the Laird’s niece wasn’t the best choice,” “In Gavin’s defense, we had no idea that the Cambells and McDonalds were on the verge of war.” Dannika looked up at Maddoc, and he searched her face for the truth. He hoped that she wouldn’t judge them too harshly for their mistakes. She’d said a couple times that she didn’t understand subtle facial expressions, but that didn’t prevent her from being an open book. She might be uncertain of the events unfolding around her, but there was hope and the soft burgeoning blossom of true love in her gaze, a gift so pure it struck a resounding cord in Maddoc’s own heart. “I hope you like crawfish, Dannika.” She blinked, confusion clouding her expression for a moment. “I do. Why?” “Because, we have a traditional boil planned for tonight, and I feel like celebrating.” “What’s the celebration?” Excitement and curiosity danced like an aura around her body, and Maddoc had a vision of her dancing naked with him and his brother amongst the heathered hills of their home. “Your arrival into our lives, of course.” As Gavin moved around the table, Maddoc backed up a step, leading her with him. A breath later she was pressed between the two on them. Maddoc could feel her heartbeat even out, and the nervous anxiety that hovered around her faded away.   ADULT EXCERPT   “Look at how wet you are.” Maddoc licked up her leg, swirling his tongue against her clit. “I can’t see from this angle. I’d need a mirror.” The words shot out of Dani’s mouth, and she almost cringed at how it must have sounded. “I’ll buy a dozen for you and hang them all over the room.” Gavin kissed the back of her neck. “Then you can watch everything we do to you and see how you affect us.” Another long, hot lick and Dani arched her back and lifted her pussy higher, hoping that Maddoc would continue, but he stopped way too soon for her liking. “Soon, baby.” Gavin pressed kisses down her spine and then nipped one ass cheek before hopping from the bed. Dani felt a trickle of cool lube slide down the crack of her ass as she turned her head and watched Gavin strip off his pants. His cock bounced in front of him, hard and thick as the pants slipped from his hips. Dani licked her lips, and Gavin gripped his length, giving it a slow stroke. Watching Gavin stroke himself was enough of a distraction that she didn’t think of what Maddoc had been up. Until, she felt the teasing pressure at her rear entrance as he pressed what felt like a single finger into her. “Keep relaxing, Dannika.” The pressure increased slightly, and she concentrated on keeping her breathing even. Maddoc pumped his fingers in and out of her, and she quickly relaxed further. The memory of what it felt like to be between them before flashed in her thoughts. “I could come watching him finger fuck your ass like that.” Gavin squeezed the base of his cock, and Dani watched as a bead of moisture rose up in the slit. “Come here.” She reached out for Gavin, and he came close enough for her to run her tongue over the liquid pearl. Dani loved the taste of her men and swirled her tongue around his length again, sucking him into her mouth. “Not too much, Dani. I don’t want this to end too soon. Sucking on Gavin’s cock was enough to keep her mind occupied as Maddoc prepared her ass. Feeling more lube trickle over her skin every time the pressure built, there wasn’t any pain, only anticipation and need. Her body felt like it was on fire when Maddoc and Gavin adjusted her. “I need you.” Maddoc rolled her over and entered her with a swift thrust of his hips. The intensity of his gaze stole her breath. He looked like a man on a mission. Pleasure exploded over her senses as Maddoc rolled his pelvis, fucking her with long strokes of his cock. Before she could get too used to this angle, he rolled them again so that she straddled his hips. Maddoc caught her legs and slid them up until her knees dug into the mattress on either side of his waist. She lifted her ass to compensate and pressed her breasts against Maddoc’s muscular chest. “That’s right.” Maddoc wrapped his fingers around her breasts, teasing the nipples as Gavin moved in behind her. She clenched her ass in anticipation, and Gavin swatted her on one cheek. “No tightening up,” he ordered as he pressed his cock against her back entrance. With Maddoc already buried in her pussy, Gavin felt larger than ever. Her muscles burned with the exertion of taking on two men again. If she hadn’t already done this with them once and known everything fit, she’d be worried, but she knew that Maddoc had stretched her. With both of them inside of her, she felt like everything was right with the world, like this is where she was meant to be. They moved slowly at first. Maddoc would ease out while Gavin pushed deeper, and then vice versa. It was magical the way they could make it so perfect. But quickly the need in her grew, and she found herself rocking her hips back and forth as they moved, wordlessly encouraging them to take her harder and faster. As if she’d spoken the words out loud, they quickened the pace. Driving into her body, Dani moved with them, feeling the sheen of sweat break out over her body as she looked down into Maddoc’s eyes. He was gritting his teeth, his expression a violent splash of erotic wonder. She’d never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

About the Author Corinne Davies reads anything she can get her hands on from the side of a cereal box to a historical book on the Riflemen during the Napoleonic wars. During her younger years, she first put pen to paper in an attempt to write a love story between her and her favourite rock singer of the time. It was filled all the angst that only a teenager can come up with and an incredible wardrobe. In her senior year of high school she tried again. This time, the story was more like Clash of the Titans meets Robin Hood. Despite the unusual combination, the lack of plot, and a horrendous amount of dialogue, she received a lot of encouragement from her grade 12 English teacher. (Thank you Mrs Harvey!) During the wee hours of the morning, when her first daugh...more Corinne Davies reads anything she can get her hands on from the side of a cereal box to a historical book on the Riflemen during the Napoleonic wars. During her younger years, she first put pen to paper in an attempt to write a love story between her and her favourite rock singer of the time. It was filled all the angst that only a teenager can come up with and an incredible wardrobe. In her senior year of high school she tried again. This time, the story was more like Clash of the Titans meets Robin Hood. Despite the unusual combination, the lack of plot, and a horrendous amount of dialogue, she received a lot of encouragement from her grade 12 English teacher. (Thank you Mrs Harvey!) During the wee hours of the morning, when her first daughter insisted on waking up, she discovered online RPGs and her love of writing emerged again. After many encouraging words from fellow writers, she decided to try her hand at developing her own stories. Something, she quickly learned, was not as easy as she had imagined. By day, she is a full-time wife, mother, and product consultant. At night, she avoids such mundane tasks as housework and laundry by creating her own worlds where mythology comes to life. Worlds in which you are just as likely to be living next door to an ancient Deity as finding an mystic treasure in the attic.     Website: http://www.corinnedavies.com/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1192088.Corinne_Davies Twitter: @DaviesRomance Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/corinne.davies.52?fref=ts Facebook author page:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Corinne-Davies/438448842847895     Check out Book 1 Erin's Redemption by Alicia White Click Here   Series Spotlight Giveaway Each day this week, we will spotlight a different novel from this new erotic series.  Come back each day to earn more entries in the Rafflecopter.    Corinne's Key Word is Druids.    There are 5 chances to win: Prize #1:  a large tote bag with a picture on each side, an Unhallowed Redemption coffee cup, a 2015 desk calendar that features some of Tara Rose's book covers, a wind turbine squishy toy, animal print swag (snap bracelet, sunglasses, pen, paper fan, small vinyl bag), two squishy stress cubes with book covers from the Passion Peak, Colorado series, a signed card, and a set of magnets with each of Tara Rose's current release book covers     Prize #2:  Custom made Karen Mercury Key Chain and $10 Amazon Gift Card   Prize #3:  a Hand-made Scrabble Tile Necklace by Alicia White     Prize #4:  $25.00 in Strandbucks from Corinne Davies     Prize #5:  Marla Monroe is giving away SWAG ( TBA)

STORY EXCERPT

 

Maddoc pulled a chair over and placed it right behind her legs. “Sit down, Dannika.” She dropped into the seat without looking, and he claimed that small yet definite sign of trust. Gavin glanced up at him, and he gave his brother a small shrug. He had no idea why she would react so strongly to a star chart.

She’d lied to Gavin when he asked her if the chart meant anything to her. The false answer vibrated in the air around them, but he didn’t push her too hard. There were things that sometimes took a while for the mind to believe. Twenty-four hours ago, that small lie would have infuriated him and fueled him believe that Dannika was here to deceive them. She was no witch out to destroy their family, and it was high time he admitted his own responsibility in his past.

Carrying around all that anger for the majority of the past century had been a thinly veiled attempt to ignore his stupidity. It was easier to blame Morgana for the many deaths in their clan, but he’d been the one thinking with his prick, showering the witch with everything she demanded regardless of the price his people and his soul had to pay Instead of standing up and accepting their part in it all, he’d convinced his brother to leave their home and strike out in the New World.

“Dannika, have you ever been to Scotland? Did you know that the stars are so clear and bright on a cloudless night that you can read by their light?”

“That sounds beautiful. Studying the stars through a telescope is wonderful, but it’s mostly math. I can’t remember the last time I looked up in the sky with my own eyes.”

Gavin rounded the table and squatted next to her chair, on the opposite side of Maddoc. “We’re going to take you there.” Gavin looked over at Maddoc, and he nodded his agreement. It was time to accept the past for what it was and stop hiding from the home he loved so much. Dannika’s trust in them was a new and fragile thing. He’d protect her until that faith and trust in them both grew strong enough to bind them.

“I’ll show you all the places that Maddoc lead that got us into trouble.”

“I somehow find that difficult to believe, Gavin. I might not have had any siblings, but my friends did and not one of them has ever stated that they were always the followers into mischief.

“But, I was.” Gavin slapped his hand over his heart as if her comment wounded him. “Maddoc was always the bad one.”

“A length of Campbell tartan, a bottle of mead, and Colleen McDonald,” Maddoc stated as he straightened. They were the details of a potential tryst Gavin had convinced him to join in on when they were hardly old enough to know what to do with a naked woman. That prank had almost landed him and his brother with their heads in a noose and their balls tied to running horses.

“No media evidence. It didn’t happen.” Gavin grinned as he lifted Dannika’s hand to his mouth. “Merely a footnote in a feud that had nothing to do with us…directly.”

“You started a feud?”

“Not intentionally…”

“That’s not a denial, Gavin.”

“Perhaps wearing another clan’s tartan while seducing the Laird’s niece wasn’t the best choice,”

“In Gavin’s defense, we had no idea that the Cambells and McDonalds were on the verge of war.”

Dannika looked up at Maddoc, and he searched her face for the truth. He hoped that she wouldn’t judge them too harshly for their mistakes. She’d said a couple times that she didn’t understand subtle facial expressions, but that didn’t prevent her from being an open book. She might be uncertain of the events unfolding around her, but there was hope and the soft burgeoning blossom of true love in her gaze, a gift so pure it struck a resounding cord in Maddoc’s own heart.

“I hope you like crawfish, Dannika.”

She blinked, confusion clouding her expression for a moment. “I do. Why?”

“Because, we have a traditional boil planned for tonight, and I feel like celebrating.”

“What’s the celebration?” Excitement and curiosity danced like an aura around her body, and Maddoc had a vision of her dancing naked with him and his brother amongst the heathered hills of their home.

“Your arrival into our lives, of course.” As Gavin moved around the table, Maddoc backed up a step, leading her with him. A breath later she was pressed between the two on them. Maddoc could feel her heartbeat even out, and the nervous anxiety that hovered around her faded away.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Look at how wet you are.” Maddoc licked up her leg, swirling his tongue against her clit.

“I can’t see from this angle. I’d need a mirror.” The words shot out of Dani’s mouth, and she almost cringed at how it must have sounded.

“I’ll buy a dozen for you and hang them all over the room.” Gavin kissed the back of her neck. “Then you can watch everything we do to you and see how you affect us.”

Another long, hot lick and Dani arched her back and lifted her pussy higher, hoping that Maddoc would continue, but he stopped way too soon for her liking.

“Soon, baby.” Gavin pressed kisses down her spine and then nipped one ass cheek before hopping from the bed.

Dani felt a trickle of cool lube slide down the crack of her ass as she turned her head and watched Gavin strip off his pants. His cock bounced in front of him, hard and thick as the pants slipped from his hips. Dani licked her lips, and Gavin gripped his length, giving it a slow stroke. Watching Gavin stroke himself was enough of a distraction that she didn’t think of what Maddoc had been up. Until, she felt the teasing pressure at her rear entrance as he pressed what felt like a single finger into her.

“Keep relaxing, Dannika.” The pressure increased slightly, and she concentrated on keeping her breathing even. Maddoc pumped his fingers in and out of her, and she quickly relaxed further. The memory of what it felt like to be between them before flashed in her thoughts.

“I could come watching him finger fuck your ass like that.” Gavin squeezed the base of his cock, and Dani watched as a bead of moisture rose up in the slit.

“Come here.” She reached out for Gavin, and he came close enough for her to run her tongue over the liquid pearl. Dani loved the taste of her men and swirled her tongue around his length again, sucking him into her mouth.

“Not too much, Dani. I don’t want this to end too soon.

Sucking on Gavin’s cock was enough to keep her mind occupied as Maddoc prepared her ass. Feeling more lube trickle over her skin every time the pressure built, there wasn’t any pain, only anticipation and need. Her body felt like it was on fire when Maddoc and Gavin adjusted her.

“I need you.” Maddoc rolled her over and entered her with a swift thrust of his hips. The intensity of his gaze stole her breath. He looked like a man on a mission.

Pleasure exploded over her senses as Maddoc rolled his pelvis, fucking her with long strokes of his cock. Before she could get too used to this angle, he rolled them again so that she straddled his hips. Maddoc caught her legs and slid them up until her knees dug into the mattress on either side of his waist. She lifted her ass to compensate and pressed her breasts against Maddoc’s muscular chest.

“That’s right.” Maddoc wrapped his fingers around her breasts, teasing the nipples as Gavin moved in behind her.

She clenched her ass in anticipation, and Gavin swatted her on one cheek.

“No tightening up,” he ordered as he pressed his cock against her back entrance. With Maddoc already buried in her pussy, Gavin felt larger than ever. Her muscles burned with the exertion of taking on two men again. If she hadn’t already done this with them once and known everything fit, she’d be worried, but she knew that Maddoc had stretched her.

With both of them inside of her, she felt like everything was right with the world, like this is where she was meant to be. They moved slowly at first. Maddoc would ease out while Gavin pushed deeper, and then vice versa. It was magical the way they could make it so perfect. But quickly the need in her grew, and she found herself rocking her hips back and forth as they moved, wordlessly encouraging them to take her harder and faster. As if she’d spoken the words out loud, they quickened the pace.

Driving into her body, Dani moved with them, feeling the sheen of sweat break out over her body as she looked down into Maddoc’s eyes. He was gritting his teeth, his expression a violent splash of erotic wonder. She’d never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

 

 

 

About the Author

Corinne Davies reads anything she can get her hands on from the side of a cereal box to a historical book on the Riflemen during the Napoleonic wars. During her younger years, she first put pen to paper in an attempt to write a love story between her and her favourite rock singer of the time. It was filled all the angst that only a teenager can come up with and an incredible wardrobe.

In her senior year of high school she tried again. This time, the story was more like Clash of the Titans meets Robin Hood. Despite the unusual combination, the lack of plot, and a horrendous amount of dialogue, she received a lot of encouragement from her grade 12 English teacher. (Thank you Mrs Harvey!)

During the wee hours of the morning, when her first daugh...more Corinne Davies reads anything she can get her hands on from the side of a cereal box to a historical book on the Riflemen during the Napoleonic wars. During her younger years, she first put pen to paper in an attempt to write a love story between her and her favourite rock singer of the time. It was filled all the angst that only a teenager can come up with and an incredible wardrobe.

In her senior year of high school she tried again. This time, the story was more like Clash of the Titans meets Robin Hood. Despite the unusual combination, the lack of plot, and a horrendous amount of dialogue, she received a lot of encouragement from her grade 12 English teacher. (Thank you Mrs Harvey!)

During the wee hours of the morning, when her first daughter insisted on waking up, she discovered online RPGs and her love of writing emerged again. After many encouraging words from fellow writers, she decided to try her hand at developing her own stories. Something, she quickly learned, was not as easy as she had imagined.

By day, she is a full-time wife, mother, and product consultant. At night, she avoids such mundane tasks as housework and laundry by creating her own worlds where mythology comes to life. Worlds in which you are just as likely to be living next door to an ancient Deity as finding an mystic treasure in the attic.

 

 

Website: http://www.corinnedavies.com/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1192088.Corinne_Davies

Twitter: @DaviesRomance

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/corinne.davies.52?fref=ts

Facebook author page:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Corinne-Davies/438448842847895

 

 

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Series Spotlight Giveaway

Each day this week, we will spotlight a different novel from this new erotic series. 

Come back each day to earn more entries in the Rafflecopter. 

 

Corinne's Key Word is Druids.

 

 There are 5 chances to win:

Prize #1:  a large tote bag with a picture on each side, an Unhallowed Redemption coffee cup, a 2015 desk calendar that features some of Tara Rose's book covers, a wind turbine squishy toy, animal print swag (snap bracelet, sunglasses, pen, paper fan, small vinyl bag), two squishy stress cubes with book covers from the Passion Peak, Colorado series, a signed card, and a set of magnets with each of Tara Rose's current release book covers

 

 

Prize #2:  Custom made Karen Mercury Key Chain and $10 Amazon Gift Card

 

Prize #3:  a Hand-made Scrabble Tile Necklace by Alicia White

 

 

Prize #4:  $25.00 in Strandbucks from Corinne Davies

 

 

Prize #5:  Marla Monroe is giving away SWAG ( TBA)

 

 

 

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