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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Warrior Goddesses Charity Auction week, Meet the Authors #2



Warrior Goddesses Charity Auction
for Cancer Survivors rebuilding their lives
May 2-10, 2015
eBay, seller ID: WarriorGoddesses
Proceeds: 100% of Proceeds go to PINK DOOR Non-Profit organization
Learn more here.
Meet more of our awesomely generous authors!
Warrior Goddess Heather Rainier

Heather Rainier lives and writes in South Central Texas. Her stories offer up the content of her fantasies, with autobiographical humor, triumph and tragedy mixed in.

Heather's love of romance fiction began as a teenager when her mom gave her copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss's "The Flame and the Flower" and Bertrice Small's "Skye O'Malley". To this day she's pretty sure that was her mom's version of the "birds and the bees" talk.

Heather writes the type of novel she loves to read: More erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in and a happily ever after guaranteed. Heather's favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant but readers will discover a wide variety of heroes and alphas on the pages of her novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed.

When not happily typing at her keyboard, Heather is usually busy corralling her kids, or loving on her smokin' hot husband, who thankfully loves to cook.

Warrior Goddess  Tara Rose
Tara Rose is a Siren exclusive author who 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.
Tara Rose is donating:


Warrior Goddess  Tia Louise

Tia Louise is the Amazon and International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series.

From "Readers' Choice" nominations, to picking up USA Today "Happily Ever After" nods, to winning a 2014 "Lady Boner Award" (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories.

A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations...

 Tia Louise's Amazon Author Page

Tia Louise is donating:
 One signed PB copy of any Tia Louise book (winner's choice)


Warrior Goddess Melissa Keir
 Melissa Keir has always wanted to be an author when she wasn't hoping for a career as a race car driver. Her love of books was instilled by her mother and grandparents who were avid readers. She'd often sneak books away from them so that she could fantasize about those strong alpha males and plucky heroines. In middle school and high school, Melissa used to write sappy love poems and shared them with her friends and still has those poems today! In college her writing changed to sarcastic musings on life as well as poems with a modern twist on fairy tales and won awards for her writing. You can find many of these musings along with her latest releases on her website and blog.

As a writer, Melissa likes to keep current on topics of interest in the world of writing. She's a member of the Romance Writers of America and Electronic Publishing Indusry Coalition(EPIC) and is always interested in improving her writing through classes and seminars. Her current projects include her short story "Forever Love" published in the Valentine Anthology, Love, Again, avialable in print and ebook, as well as two books--Second Time's the Charm and Protecting His Wolfe- published through Rebel Ink Press this year.

Melissa doesn't believe in down time. She's always keeping busy. Melissa is a wife and mother, an elementary school teacher, a book reviewer, an editor for a publishing company as well as an author. Her home blends two families and is a lot like the Brady Bunch, without Alice- a large grocery bill, tons of dirty dishes and a mound of laundry. She loves to write stories that feature happy endings and is often seen plotting her next story.
Melissa loves hearing from readers!

Melissa Keir's Amazon Author page          
Melissa Keir donated Set of Cowboy Up and Cowboy Up 2 in print, signed by myself


Warrior Goddess Michelle Roth

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she's not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she's probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. For all of the latest updates, follow her at
 Michelle Roth's Amazon Author page
Come back again to meet more authors

Monday, November 24, 2014

Can the Voodoo priestess break her men's curse

Night Moves       The Doms of Sybaris Cove 6
by Tara Rose
a BDSM Menage Romance
from Siren Bookstrand
10% discount until December 1st 
Nita Trudeaux had her heart broken by Keith Durante and Billy Raleigh years ago, and since then, she’d written off the self-proclaimed princes of Sybaris Cove. Until she agrees to have lunch with Brett Durante and Mark Raleigh, that is. Nita has just helped them make major inroads into discovering the origin of the curse on all male Durante and Raleigh descendants, and the men are smitten.
The voodoo priestess in training fascinates Brett and Mark, and it doesn’t take long before they fall for her. When Nita discovers the names of several demons who may have cast the curse on their great-grandfathers, the men will stop at nothing to have her for their own.
But can she overcome her past hurt and learn to trust a Durante and Raleigh man again? And even if she does, what will this discovery mean for everyone on the island? 
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, role play, sex toys, HEA]
Her body felt alive, like she’d just awoken from the most restful, deep sleep she’d ever had, in which her dreams were peaceful and empowering. A humming sound took up residence in her brain, bringing with it an awareness of how her body had responded to them from the moment they’d walked into the conference room yesterday morning.
She wanted them. Not in the way she’d been curious about sex the first time with Keith, in his room while his parents watched TV downstairs, oblivious to what their son was doing. This was different. She was a goddess. A siren. A charmer. And these two weren’t going to use her or hurt her. She knew that as suddenly as she knew the sky was blue and the ocean was deep.
Nita moved toward Brett without thinking, and kissed him. Right on the mouth. She parted her lips, and when his tongue slipped inside, preceded by a surprised moan from him, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and simply let go.
His hands tangled themselves in her hair, and he tugged it, not enough to hurt, but the gesture forced loud moans from her throat and a desire to kneel at his feet and offer him anything he wanted.
His tongue and teeth raked the inside of her mouth until she was dizzy. Nita had never been kissed like this. It was heady, and exciting, and sent waves of crazy lust racing through her body. Her clit throbbed. She contracted her Kegel muscles by instinct and nearly came. All from a kiss. Imagine what will happen when we make love.
When he released her mouth, his eyes filled with surprise and more lust than she’d ever glimpsed. Instead of making her afraid, she had an urge to run her fingers along the muscles his clothing couldn’t hide. She gazed toward his crotch, where an impressive bulge tented the front of his jeans. What would he do if she unzipped them?
“I…um…I don’t know where that come from, but thank you.”
His reaction was so unlike what she’d expected that it spurred her on again. She kissed his cheek. “No. Thank you. For being such an amazing kisser.”
“I’m an amazing kisser, too.”
Nita laughed softly and turned to face Mark. “I’ll bet you are.” Just before she leaned forward to kiss him, she caught him glance over her head toward Brett, an expression of confusion on his face.
Mark was as skilled a kisser as Brett, if a bit rougher, but she liked that. He cupped her face and shoved his tongue into her mouth, forcing more moans from her. She wrapped her arms around him, as well, and he lifted her onto his lap. She didn’t need to gaze at his crotch to know he was aroused. His bulge pressed into her thigh, and she groaned again as erotic images of making love to both men danced through her head.
Where the hell had this come from? She didn’t care. She only knew it was right, and she wanted them.
When Mark released the kiss, he brushed a finger along her face. “Nita…we’re only human. Tell us what you want here. I don’t want to assume anything…and I know Brett doesn’t either.”
“Will you laugh?”
“Oh my God, of course not.” Brett moved to the coffee table so he could see her, as well. “Never. I know this isn’t like you. I know that took…I don’t know what. Courage. Boldness. Everything you had to dig deep to find. We would never take advantage of that, or use it to hurt you. Never.”
She swallowed hard. “That’s all I needed to hear. Thank you.”
Mark placed a finger on her face again and turned it toward him. “Then I only have two questions. What do you want from us tonight, and do I kiss as well as Brett does?”
She chuckled. “Yes, you do.”
“And the answer to the first one?” asked Brett.
She gazed from one to the other, breathing hard now. Her entire body was on fire. She’d never felt this way, and it was so liberating and amazing that she was certain she’d sprout wings and fly any second now. Just say it! This was what she’d fantasized about when she was barely old enough to understand what sex was. Not to be taken and used, but to be cherished and cared for, and treated like a precious treasure.
In a way, she was giving her body to them just as if she was about to have sex for the first time. Because her prior sexual encounters had been anything but consensual. This time, she’d do it right. The way she’d always dreamed it should have been.
She took a deep breath. “I want you to make love to me. Both of you. The right way. The way it’s supposed to happen.”
They both exhaled out loud as if they’d been holding their breath. “If we do this,” said Brett, “we don’t do it half-assed. And by that I mean I don’t want a one-night stand.” He glanced toward Mark for a second. “I have no fucking clue if this can work…or how it will work, but I don’t only want you for one night.”
“Same here,” said Mark. “This is crazy.” He chuckled softly and shook his head, then ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t misunderstand me, but I feel like I’m drugged or something. Did you put some voodoo hex on us or what?”
She lay on her left side and stretched her arms overhead, feeling wanton and very sexy for the first time in her life. “No. What?”
“Me fucking that tight, hot pussy while you suck on Brett’s cock at the same time.”
“Really?” asked Brett.
“Yeah. Really.”
“I’d love to make that dream come true.”
Really?” She laughed because they both asked it at the same time, in identical tones of voice.
“Yes, really.” She reached for Brett, grasping his dick in both hands. She had no idea what to do, so she went on instinct, brushing her fingers over the veiny surface. It had a surprisingly velvety feel to it, as well, and judging by his moans, she was doing something right. When she moved to his balls, Brett’s moans grew louder and he tangled his fingers in her hair.
“That is really hot to watch,” said Mark, his voice breathy and far away.
“Feels pretty fucking good, too.” Brett moved closer to her face, and she opened her mouth. He slid his cock into her so gently that she had to blink back tears again. She hadn’t expected them to be so careful.
As he thrust slowly, Mark teased her pussy lips and clit, and then he slid his dick into her. Nita couldn’t believe the intensity of the sensations. Mark and Brett each thrust together, and she could barely hang on to what little control she still had. It didn’t matter anymore. She was theirs, body and soul now, so Nita simply let go.
Mark pushed deeper into her pussy, rubbing her clit at the same time, and her orgasm was so strong and so sudden that she had to consciously relax her mouth so she didn’t accidentally bite down on Brett. He slid more of his cock into her mouth, and she relaxed her throat muscles so she wouldn’t gag. She had no clue what she was doing, but judging by his soft grunts and the dreamy look on his face, she guessed it felt good.
“Can we switch?” asked Mark, withdrawing.
Brett made a sound that she assumed meant he agreed, and then he took his dick out of her mouth and kissed her, tongue and all. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For all of this.”
“No, thank you. Both of you. For being so considerate and…so wonderful.”
“Oh, Nita. You should have had this much care and passion when you were younger.”
“It’s all right.” She brushed her hands along his torso. “It doesn’t matter. That part of my life is dead and gone. I’m here now, with both of you. This is my reality.”
Mark took off his condom and knelt next to her face. “Wise woman. You understand what’s truly important in life. Most of our relatives could take a lesson from you.”
She gazed into his eyes as he slid his cock into her mouth. Brett put on a condom and slipped his dick into her pussy, and then they began to thrust again. Mark held her head still with both hands, and just as she’d experienced a thrill when Brett caught her wrists above her head, erotic images danced through her head at being restrained this way.
Would they tie her up one day and spank her? Or do whatever it is they did to subs? She knew nothing beyond the few details Celina had shared with her, but now she wanted all of it. She needed to experience anything and everything these two could give her.
Brett played with her clit and her ass cheeks as he fucked her pussy, and when he lightly slapped her ass, she groaned so loudly that Mark pulled out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. That was a noise that meant I liked it.”
They exchanged a quick glance. “Well then,” said Mark, “perhaps it’s time to introduce you to some play?”
“Oh…I would love that. Yes. Please.”
* * * *
Nita hoped they weren’t done with the fucking, but now that they’d suggested kink, she wasn’t going to stop them. Her entire body tingled with anticipation as Brett crawled off the bed and opened an armoire. She sat up and gasped at the array of toys inside. Everything from floggers to metal cuffs hung neatly on hooks or rested on shelves. “Is that product from Phoebe’s Playthings?”
He turned and grinned. “Of course. You think I’d use a competitor’s toy?”
“Well, I don’t know. You might.”
Mark grabbed her around the waist and bent her over, delivering several blows to each ass cheek in quick succession. Nita screamed in laughter as endorphins raced through her body. Her lust was so intense now that she became dizzy. When he was done, she didn’t move, hoping he’d start again. “That’ll teach you to even suggest such a thing.”
The Doms of Sybaris Cove...
In the Gulf of Mexico, southwest of Timbalier Island, is a tropical paradise named Sybaris Cove. The original inhabitants of this island were escaped convicts from various Caribbean islands. They came to the island seeking refuge, but instead found greed and jealousy.

William and Robert Raleigh, brothers who made their fortune running rum and engaging in other illegal activities, hid out on the island in 1945. Taking advantage of the infighting among the natives, they began buying up land and laying down roots, promising the people of the island order and peace.

Instead, they were joined by cousins Agapito and Iago Durante, who were just as corrupt as the Raleigh brothers. The island soon became the private plaything of the Raleighs and Durantes, and the natives their servants. But the natives, who had brought with them a blend of voodoo, Santeria, and dark magic, had their own way of dealing with Robert, William, Agapito, Iago, and their sons.

The sons of both families started a mail order business, making and selling floggers, paddles, and other leather fetish toys. Phoebe's Playthings grew into a multi-million dollar corporation that the Raleigh and Durante ancestors now run from the island.

However, the male ancestors of William, Robert, Agapito, and Iago share more than their thriving business and paradise. If they try to leave the island, they die.

Someone put a curse on them, and no one knows where it originated, or how to break it, but they definitely know it's real...
**Click HERE for the Who's Who on Sybaris Cove page, including the Raleigh and Durante family trees**
About the Author
   Tara Rose is the author of popular MFM/BDSM series: Racy Nights; The Alpha Legend;  Passion Peak, Colorado; and The Doms of Sybaris Cove.  She writes about small towns and what happens behind closed doors. Tara writes exclusively for Siren Bookstrand.  

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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Feisty Foodie: Authors and their chefs Day 1

Food and Romance have always gone hand in hand. 
 From the sweet romance of Lady and the Tramp
To the sexy seduction of 9 1/2 Weeks

 Food and Romance just seem to go hand in hand. 
So as we started to look for recipes for the holiday natural, we naturally turned to the best chefs we know.  Whether its caterer Angelina, chef Angel, or barkeep Ethan, there are plenty of goodies to get you through the holiday season. 
To Kick off the Feisty Foodie event, we joined authors Randi Alexander and Sable Hunter on blogtalk radio on Monday night.  You can listen to our guest spot by visiting
Of course, we have to start with dessert!
Beverly Preston, author of The Perfect Someday, brings us Italian Rainbow Cookies!

Tracy Mathews lives life by the perfect moral code.

After graduating magna cum laude in Marketing, she travels to the fabled churches of Santorini to capture the picturesque sunset, only to find a masquerade wedding about to begin. Tracy is persuaded by her younger sister to crash the ceremony. While donning a mask in Greece, she encounters a magnetically charming, handsome Italian, who entices her deepest desires.

After a brief and mysterious rendezvous with future promises made, she returns home only to realize her dreams of the perfect man have been shattered—until an unexpected job opportunity presents itself in Italy.

Vincent is a fifth generation winemaker in the rolling hills of Tuscany. On the verge of losing his family’s estate, will Tracy Mathews, an up and coming marketing entrepreneur, be exactly what he needs to save his family heritage and his broken heart?
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Here’s an EXCERPT and a little taste of The Italian!
Tracy nearly praised God the moment Vincent put his clothes back on. She had tossed his things in the washing machine while he showered, forced to endure his towel clad body for the next hour and a half. His torso cut into bricks of well-defined muscle, tapering into a trim V-cut waist. She likened it to visiting a world class bakery, cases of glass filled with yummy Italian cookies, and then remembering she was on a strict diet. Or worse, the kind of starvation you were made to suffer prior to surgery or there would be stiff repercussions.
If that wasn’t tortuous enough, the man loved to cook. Tracy’s skill set in the kitchen started with making coffee and maxed out at baking cookies. Vincent made himself at home retrieving a bottle of Sangiovese from the cellar, rummaging through the pantry and refrigerator for ingredients to make soup. She observed quietly from the high counter, watching in fascination as he prepared a sashay of herbs wrapped in cheesecloth, garlic sauce, and a puree of beans. A light dusting of dark hair covered his forearms, dense muscles flexed as he used the knife chopping onions and garlic.
 “Where did you learn to cook like this?” she croaked, sifting through lust-filled images triggered by each small movement. The pounding in the back of her head didn’t compare to the beating of her heart.
“My mamma, she was never blessed with a girl. It is relaxing for me.” He continued conversationally, “It gives me something, other than wine, to put my love into.”
I’ve got something you can put your love into. She damn near said out loud merely watching him chop vegetables. She could feel heat rising on her face. Tracy officially wanted to fuck his brains out. She’d never really noticed a man in such a lustful regard, so completely enamored she would’ve laid out right there on the counter and done anything he asked of her.
The soup didn’t take long to cook. She couldn’t find the bravery to move from her seat, fearing her knees would buckle. A tug-of-war loomed inside her, exhaustion, pain and hunger pitted themselves against ravenous gritty desire of a whole new magnitude. Sitting lopsided on a barstool in nothing but black leggings and a coral colored oversized sweatshirt, Tracy squeezed her thighs together fighting off the pleasant clenches in her lower abs.
Resting her elbows on the granite counter, she buried her face in her hands. The tips of her fingers rolled over her eyelids in a circular motion, breathing shallow through her nose.
“Headache come back? Do you need some more Ibuprofen?”
Tracy buried her brazen grin.
“No.” she said softly, barely shaking her head. “Just trying not to hurdle the counter, throw myself at you, make a complete fool of myself.”
A deep throaty chuckle simmered at her side. “Take a taste.”
Butterflies fluttered in her belly, spinning his words in filth.
Tracy swiveled the chair to face him, blowing gently on a spoonful of steamy broth. Sounds of appreciation hummed in her throat. “This is delicious.”
“I’ve got to get you all better.” His fingers brushed over her upper arm fixing the placement of her sweatshirt.
“So you can ravish me properly.” Breathless, she sat there turning crimson red repeating the words he muttered a few hours earlier.
A slow burn of a smile lifted at one end of his mouth into a wry grin. Vincent sipped his wine, his eyes never faltered from her face.
“You speak far more Italian than you let on,” he remarked eventually.
Lights played in his eyes and his thick dark hair curled tightly near the collar of his t-shirt. Vincent placed the bowl of soup on the counter, moving closer, wedging between her legs. Mesmerized by his rugged handsome features, Tracy had no words. Her eyes fluttered as his fingers played up her shoulder with unbearable lightness. Her gaze fell to the stubble on his neck, longing coiled through her.
“You feel for me?” he asked in whisper. The tips of his warm fingers dipped into the draped neckline of her sweatshirt, covering her heart with his palm.
Drawn to him like a magnet, she straightened her stance, lifting her chest. Her breasts ached with need, the tips pulled taunt agonizing against the fuzzy piling of her sweatshirt. She wanted him to touch her, to put his mouth on her breast, but he held steady. Tracy thought waiting would bring gratification, but it seemed more like torture. Forcing a small smile, she answered softly, “Yes. Very much so.”
“I feel it too.” His breath fanned across her cheek, the elusive sweet scent drawing another zing to her center as he kissed the corner of her mouth.
Cautiously, he took more, parting her lips, opening and tasting, easing his way to the other corner. His hot breath surged unevenly, rugged and refrained, gradually slipping his tongue deeper. The long, unrushed intimacy of the kiss clouded her mind.
Tracy melted into the drugging sweet taste of him, adjusting her curves to the hard, flat planes of his body. They molded together, tongues penetrating further with the soulful purpose of baring emotions. Vincent slowly and tenaciously took exactly what he wanted, her heart, and with great controlled determination. She trembled, knowing how incredible sex would be, erotic and sensual, possessing her one deliberate movement at a time. Tears stung the corner of her eyes from the raw sentiment sweeping through her.
His restraint rippled through the ropes of his muscles, treating her as if she were a delicate piece of hand-blown glass. He pulled away dragging the wet kiss over her cheek.
“Please, Vincent.” Her shallow breathing came in raspy pants. The soreness and discomfort would be worth the pleasure. She tugged him closer, threading her fingers into the layers of thick hair. “It’s okay. I don’t care how much my body hurts.”
“I just…I need to go slow, bella.” He held back, carefully folding her into his arms, caressing her, reassuring her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
His brief pause exposed something, a vulnerability in his voice. Tracy wondered. Maybe he’s suffering from BHS too. She nodded mechanically, her cheek pressed to his chest. They stood there, cocooned in silence and ravenous need, petting and stroking, until their breathing regulated.  
“Now, eat your pasta e fagioli.” The curve of his smile lifted against her temple. “So you can heal and I can ravish you properly.”

 RECIPE:  Italian Rainbow Cookies

  • 7 ounces marzipan paste or almond paste
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 sticks unsalted butter, softened
  • 4 large eggs, separated
  • 1 teaspoon almond extract
  • 2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
  • 5 drops green food coloring, or to desired color
  • 5 drops red food coloring, or to desired color
  • ¼ cup raspberry jam (preferably seedless)
  • ¼ cup apricot preserves
  • 6 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350°F and grease 3 (13- by 9-inch) metal baking pans. Line bottom of each with wax paper, letting it extend at 2 opposite ends, and grease paper. Break marzipan paste into small pieces and grind with sugar in food processor until no lumps remain. Transfer to a large bowl and add butter. Beat with an electric mixer until light and fluffy, then add yolks and almond extract and beat well. Beat in flour and salt on low speed. Beat egg whites in another bowl with cleaned beaters until they just hold stiff peaks and stir one third into batter to lighten slightly (batter will still be stiff). Fold in remaining whites thoroughly. Divide dough into thirds (about 1 1/2 cups each). Stir green food coloring into one third and red food coloring into another, leaving one third plain. Spread each dough separately into a pan. (Layers will be thin.)
Bake layers in batches in middle of oven until just set and beginning to turn golden along edges, 7 to 10 minutes total. Run a knife along edges to loosen from pan, then while still hot, invert a large rack over pan and invert layer onto rack, pulling gently on wax paper overhangs to release if necessary. Peel off wax paper and cool completely.
Line a large shallow baking pan with wax paper and slide green layer into it. Spread raspberry jam evenly over green layer and carefully top with plain layer. Spread apricot jam evenly over uncolored layer and carefully top with pink layer (trim edges if necessary). Cover with plastic wrap and weight with a large cutting board or baking pan. Chill at least 3 hours.
Melt chocolate in a double boiler or a metal bowl set over a pan of barely simmering water. Remove weight and plastic wrap and spread chocolate evenly over top, but not sides, of pink layer. Let stand at room temperature until set, about 1 hour, and cut into small diamonds (12 rows crosswise and 12 diagonal rows).

Now for a little Island flair, we travel to Sybaris Cove
From Tara Rose, the author of Summer Nights :The Doms of Sybaris Cove 2, we have Crab meat Ravigole.
Giselle Macey has lusted after Kade Durante and Elliot Raleigh, executives at Phoebe’s Playthings, for most of her life. When she lands a job making custom floggers in their department, she becomes an unwilling pawn in a game of greed and revenge as she learns the chilling truth about her past.
Manufacturing department heads Kade and Elliot are loyal to Phoebe’s Playthings, the company their families built. An ancient curse on the male descendants of both families keeps them on the island, but when they become Doms and lovers to longtime friend Giselle, they couldn’t be happier. They’ve wanted to be more than friends with the energetic, adventurous beauty their entire lives.
But when the company is undermined from within, and the distant cousins are forced to choose between family loyalty, not to mention their jobs, and their newfound love with Giselle, will they lose her forever?
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Giselle didn’t say anything. Her mind was still reeling at Kade’s comment. Had he meant it, or was it merely the heat of the moment talking? Just something he’d said in response to her comment, without thinking about it? Did he realize she’d meant what she said, or had he assumed that she, too, was merely reacting?
And it did it matter? She was here, tied to a cross, and a thunderstorm was approaching. They were ready to play with her by candlelight, and she didn’t see how anything could possibly top this.
This was the best night of her life.
* * * *
Elliot kissed her gently as he put the blindfold on. “Just like last time, one of us will have a hand on you at all times. Do you remember your safe words?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His voice washed over her, soft and sultry. She craved to hear those words now, because pleasing them meant more to her than anything when they played.
The first sensation was soft, like a piece of fur. “Tonight there will be no impact play,” said Kade. “It’s all about sensations. We want you to relax and enjoy this, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Did you mean what you said? Do you and Elliot both love me, too?”
She recognized the falls of a thick flogger as they gently brushed it over her back, ass cheeks, and the backs of her legs. One of them brushed it across her nipples as well, and tossed it lightly between her legs so it grazed her pussy.
Giselle moaned with each lazy pass of the falls, and when she recognized the edge of a leather strap caressing the same areas, she ached to feel its sting on her ass. “Just a little paddling or spanking, Sirs? Please?”
“No. None.” Kade’s voice was filled with humor, and she knew he meant it. They were going to torture her with gentle play tonight, and that thought nearly made her cry again. This wasn’t about making her ass red or pushing her to the edges of her pain limits. It was about giving her such intense pleasure that she couldn’t even stand it.
All her years of fantasies hadn’t come close to the reality of being with these two men. She was going to tell them that she loved them, and this time she’d make sure they both heard it, and knew she meant it. She had to. They needed to know. Too many of their own family members had kept things from them, and Giselle didn’t want to live a lie like so many before her had done. She wanted everything out in the open.
The rain was very heavy now, and beat a pattern on a roof that reminded her of the Cuban music. She could hear the wind howling outside, and although she couldn’t see the lightning flashes, she heard loud thunder.
But all that faded into the background as the guys now ran something sharp and metallic up and down her arms. It was no more than an inch wide. The sharpness wasn’t concentrated, like the point of a knife, but rather was spread out along the width of the implement. “Sir? May I ask what that is?”
“Do you like it?” asked Kade.
“Very much.”
“Tonight I’ll tell you what we’re using. This is called a Wartenberg wheel, but it’s not a single circle. It’s a wide circle with tiny points all along it.”
“Thank you, Sir. I love it.”
He grasped her hair and pulled her head back, then ran the same metallic edged implement he’d used last weekend across her neck, then down over her nipples. “I know you want to know what this is.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s a knife point.”
“Oh…wow. You’re so gentle with it.” The idea that he’d been wielding something that could be so deadly, yet had used it in such a seductive, tender way brought fresh tears to her eyes.
“I’m glad you approve. You know Elliot and I would never hurt you, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I know that.”
“Good girl.”
Her soft moans competed with the noise from the storm as Kade kept up his teasing with the knife and the Wartenberg wheel, while Elliot used various floggers, either letting the falls slap her skin gently, or running the handle along her skin and other parts.
They didn’t neglect any part of her body. They brushed the implements along her back, arms, legs, nipples, the undersides of breasts, her ass cheeks, and even her clit. Her pussy was so wet she was certain the tiles underneath her must be damp by now, and as they continued, her moans became one continuous whimper.
When they began using their fingers as well as the toys to tease her, she started begging them to fuck her.
“Just a bit longer,” said Elliot, his voice silky smooth and teasing. “I’m not sure we’re ready yet to fuck you. This is so much fun.”
“I don’t know when we’ll be ready,” said Kade, “I think we should wait until the rain stops, at least.”
The rain didn’t sound as though it had even slowed, let alone would stop tonight.
“Please, Sir…please. I need you both inside me.”
One of them pulled her head back again and slapped her nipples with the leather strap. “Tell us what you’ll give us,” teased Kade. “In detail.”
He slapped her nipples again. “Not good enough. We want graphic details, Giselle.”
They expected her to paint a verbal picture at a time like this? “Um…you can suck my clit and my nipples, and spank me, and… shit. I don’t know. I can’t do this right now. I can barely think.”
Kade laughed softly, but it was sexy and fun, not derisive. “Okay. You’re right. There’s no more blood in your brain right now than there is in ours.” He kissed her mouth. “And you’ve earned the fucking, sweetheart.”

Recipe: Crabmeat Ravigote:

Ravigote Sauce

  • cups mayonnaise
  • 1/4 cup creole mustard
  • teaspoon Crystal hot sauce
  • teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
  • lemon, juice of
  • 1/4 cup capers, chopped
  • 1/4 cup prepared horseradish
  • 1/4 cup red onion, minced
  • lb lump crabmeat
  • kosher salt
  • fresh ground black pepper
  • creole tomatoes, sliced thick
  • 1/2 head green leaf lettuce, very thinly sliced
  • Directions:

    1. 1
      Combine the mayonnaise, creole mustard,hot sauce, Worcestershire, and lemon juice in a mixing bowl and mix until smooth.
    2. 2
      Add the capers, horseradish and red onion and mix well.
    3. 3
      In a separate bowl, sprinkle the crabmeat with the kosher salt and ground pepper.
    4. 4
      Combine with 1/4 Cup of the sauce in a bowl and toss gently; do not break up the crab lumps.
    5. 5
      Place 3 slices of tomato in a circle of 4 serving plates.
    6. 6
      Place the lettuce in the center of each plate and top with the crabmeat mixture.
    7. 7
      Garnish with the capers and lemon slices and the remaining sauce on the side.


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