Monday, September 4, 2017

Captured by #Cowboys by Chloe Lang-She Gives Heart And Submission To Her Doms #RomanceNovel #SpankingRomance #BDSM





[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]


Blurb

When an injured woman appears in the middle of a downpour on the Stone brothers' ranch outside of Destiny, her arrival changes everything.

Emmett, Cody, and Bryant have been lost until finding Amber, whose memories are gone. The rainstorm causes a rockslide, blocking the road down the mountain to town, to the doctor, and to the answers about who she really is.

The more time Amber spends with the cowboys, the more she falls for them. She surrenders her heart completely to the three Doms, convinced her memories would’ve returned by now if true love were in her past.

Cody believes fate brought her to them. Bryant isn’t so sure. Emmett is certain a woman as incredible as Amber must be claimed by another. All three have forgotten what it means to be family until spending time with Amber.

She reminds them true love is worth protecting—whatever the cost.

Emmett is right. Someone is coming for her—a killer.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

A bang of thunder shook the room and her. “How long has it been storming?”

“Over an hour, and it doesn’t seem to be letting up.” Cody walked to the door. “How about some tea, sweetheart?”

Her mouth felt like cotton. “Yes. I would love some.”

“How do you like it?” he asked.

Another simple question but one she couldn’t answer, her memory still lost to her. “I’m not sure.”

“We’ll all discover your likes and dislikes together.” Emmett’s tone was deep yet tender and comforting, too. “Make her three cups. One plain. One with sugar. One with cream.”

“I’ll make four. She might like cream and sugar.”

“Good call.”

Cody smiled and sent her a wink. “Everything is going to be just fine. You’ll see.”

She couldn’t help but smile back at him. Stranger or not, the guy was charming, a kind of devil-may-care cowboy. Suddenly a bout of the shakes took hold of her. She couldn’t stop trembling. Her skin felt cold.

Bryant leaned in and whispered, “Don’t fret. This is normal. These shivers will end.”

His words reached into her and the quakes subsided a little. “Are you a doctor?”

“No, but I won’t let you down. I saw a lot of action in Afghanistan.” Bryant took her hand. “We’ll see you through this. You don’t have a fever. That’s good.”

“You’re a soldier?” Was he home on leave?

“Marine. I’ve been out for a couple of years.” Bryant nodded towards the kitchen. “Cody and Emmett, too, though Emmett was in earlier than we were. He went to Iraq.”

No wonder she felt so safe even though they were complete strangers. “Soldier cowboys came to my rescue. Someone should make a movie about that.”

“Not a bad idea.” Emmett glanced over at his brother. “I would’ve stayed in if I hadn’t lost fifty percent of my hearing in my right ear from an IED exploding under my team.”

Bryant squeezed her hand. “And Cody and I would’ve re-upped if you hadn’t needed us to help at the ranch.”

Emmett shrugged. “I would’ve managed with Sawyer and Reed just fine. They’re the best hands around. Besides, with the force reduction going on two years ago, I doubt either of you would’ve gotten an assignment.”

“Why am I shaking?” She didn’t expect an answer, only needed to voice the question.

“You’ve been through a helluva a lot, miss.” Bryant released her hand and pulled the covers up to her neck. “Nerves would be my bet. Who wouldn’t be shaking after such a traumatic event?”

“But isn’t that just it? I don’t know what happened. You don’t know what happened. I don’t even know who I am or where I come from or where I was going.” The trembles came back stronger and more frenzied than before. “What if I never gain my memory back?”

Emmett took a cloth from a bowl on the table by the bed. She hadn’t even noticed it. He wrung it out and wiped her face. “You will. Bryant is right. Besides, someone as beautiful as you must have loved ones who will come looking for you. They’ll help you sort things out. Until then, you’re going to have to depend on us.”

“My brother is right, miss. We may look rough around the edges, just three cowboys, but we won’t let you down. Cross my heart.” Bryant took his finger and traced an ‘X’ over his manly chest. It was an action that seemed to reveal the boy he’d been long ago.

Her body wouldn’t stop trembling as her mind continued to wrestle with itself. Who am I? The question rolled over again and again with no resolution. Her heart thudded in her chest hard and fast. “Emmett, you found me, right?”

“Yes.”

“What else can you tell me that might jog my memory back into place?” She looked down at the tattered clothes she was wearing—slacks and a shirt. No shoes. “Was this all I had on?” They could’ve stripped her while she was out but hadn’t. It made her feel better about them.

“You likely lost your shoes when you walked away in a daze from your car.”

“What about a purse or identification?” She knew this was a feeble attempt to grasp at any shred that might pull her out of this nightmare, but she had to try.

Emmett shook his head. “Maybe this might help you remember. You were muttering something I didn’t understand. What was it?” He rubbed his head and then snapped his fingers. “Right.”

“Right what?” Bryant asked.

“That was one of the words she was saying over and over. Right and bliss. Does that help you?”

She sure wished it did, but it didn’t spark a single thing in her locked down brain. “No. Anything else, Emmett?”

He touched her cheek. “I’m sorry, but no.”

Cody walked in carrying a tray with the four promised mugs, each was steaming hot. “We don’t have any fancy teas, sweetheart. I hope you like tried and true Lipton.”

She held out her hand and saw the tremble of her fingers. Immediately, she recoiled her hand back. “Thank you, Cody. I’ll drink it later.”

“You’ll drink it now, doll,” he commanded. “You get to pick which cup, but once done, you’ll drink all of it. Consider it your medicine.” His I-mean-business tone was easy to detect, but his eyes sparkled with mischievousness that was not hard to miss.

“It will make you feel better,” Bryant cajoled. “Might stop your trembles, too.”

“Lucky me,” she joked. “Three nurses disguised as cowboys. I’m not sure I’m really awake.”

Bryant cupped her chin. “You’re awake. And by the looks of you and the tone in your voice, I’d say you’re doing well. Drink.”

She had a feeling these cowboys could persuade her to do just about anything if they worked together. “Three against one isn’t fair.”

Emmett’s fixed gaze unnerved her. “We never play fair, miss. Drink.”

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ADULT EXCERPT

Bryant nodded and handed the scary-looking black paddle to him—the same paddle Emmett had threatened her with the first time in the playroom. Then it had been a test. When he’d asked her color state, she’d confessed with “yellow.” Now this wasn’t a test. This was punishment, plain and simple. Trust. I trust Emmett. I trust Cody. I trust Bryant. She absolutely did trust her cowboys, but that wasn’t backing down her nerves, not one bit.

Emmett swung it in front of her, and she felt the blast of air it moved on her face, giving her the worst case of the willies. “You’re reckless and headstrong. Tonight you’re going to learn what it means to disobey us. What happened in the past, back in Chicago, in the sheriff’s office can’t happen again. We take the risks, not you. After tonight, you’ll think twice before you act so rash.”

He swung it again, and her heartbeats sped up in her chest and her breathing hitched tight in her throat.

What would the monstrous thing feel like on her ass? The other paddle had warmed her ass up quite nice. Would Blackie burn her until she couldn’t stand on her own?

As Cody removed her bra and Bryant her panties, a palpitating shudder shot through Amber as her trepidation and wantonness came to blows, warring for supremacy inside her.

Bryant’s lips feathered along her neck, raising her temperature several notches. “Time to get you on the bench, baby.”

Her nipples and clit were tingling in anticipation as he and Cody tied her to the bench with ropes, real ropes.

“What your Masters, my brothers, are doing, little one, is trussing you to the bench so you can’t move. We could’ve used handcuffs, but we want you completely immobile. Each of us carries two pairs of scissors in case you start to panic beyond the pleasurable state we want you in. Do you trust us, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” she choked out, since getting enough oxygen in her lungs was becoming increasingly difficult. She was so turned on, and they’d only stripped away her clothes. God, she would never tire of their commands from their mouths, their hands, and yes, even their cocks. She could feel the bite of the ropes on all her flesh save one place, her bottom. The bites there would come from Blackie. She gulped thinking about Emmett, who she could no longer see, standing behind her, staring at her ass, and holding the wicked punishing tool in his hand.

“I’m done with my knots.” Cody informed in a deep lusty tone.

Bryant brushed the hair out of her eyes, giving her a little dose of courage and a whole bunch of goose bumps. “Me, too. Our slave is ready for her punishment.”

“How about a blindfold and ball gag?” Cody’s suggestion heightened her tremors. “I know we didn’t talk about using them, but I think our pet might get more out of the experience if we did.”

“Good thinking,” Emmett said. “But just the blindfold tonight. I want to hear her screams. Color, slave?”

“Green, Master.” The truth was her green was vacillating in shades of worry and want. Still, she couldn’t believe how easily she was settling into her cowboys’ lifestyle. She was taking to BDSM play lickety-split. Lick? God, please lick me again, Emmett. She didn’t dare say it out loud or anything else for that matter unless instructed to speak or answer. She didn’t want Emmett to change his mind on the ball gag thingy Cody had mentioned.

“Let us train our slave, brothers.” Emmett’s voice was harsher than she’d ever heard it, sending butterflies aloft in her belly.

“You.”

The first whack from Blackie in Emmett’s hand to the very middle of her ass shocked a scream out of her, but she couldn’t move even an inch with Cody’s and Bryant’s ropes around her. The sting continued to sizzle when he removed it from her backside.

“Will.”

The next whack landed in the center of her left cheek. Blackie’s chomp sizzled on her flesh, causing her nipples and clitoris to throb like mad.

“Obey.” Her right cheek was scorched by the monstrous paddle’s next attack, releasing a flood of tears from her eyes and pussy.

“You.” Thwack. “Will.” Thwack. “Obey.” Thwack.

Over and over, Emmett said the same words, punctuating them with Blackie’s teeth to her ass.

Never had she felt such overwhelming heat or mind-blowing dizziness. Every spank chipped away at her resistance, her hesitation, her walls, her doubts. The more the paddle landed on her now-molten ass, the more she surrendered herself to them. Trust. Absolute and total.

“Color?” Her Master’s voice came through the delicious haze, filling her with rapture.

“Green, Master.” Her own words seemed distant and faraway.

“Are you ready to obey us, little one? Always?”

“Yes, Masters. Always.”

“Sweet surrender,” Emmett said in a hushed tone that sounded like satisfaction to her.

“Beautiful,” Bryant added in a similar timbre.

“She’s ours. All ours,” Cody said in a resonance matching his brothers.

Their words filled her with pride. She’d pleased her Masters.

In a flash, they removed the ropes.

“We’re going to keep you on the bench, little one. Grab Bryant’s hands. That’s my girl. We’re going to lower the bench so that we can all fuck you at the same time.”

Her first thought, in her light-headed, lusty-filled state, was she had no idea the bench could be adjusted to a different height, and her second was how did they plan on fucking her simultaneously? As the contraption locked into the position her Masters wanted, her pussy got even wetter.

“Cody and I are going to slide you down the bench a few inches to give us better access to your pussy and ass,” Emmett said in syllables clearly chocked full of carnality.

They shifted her down. “Open your eyes, pet,” Bryant growled.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, finding his heavy erection staring her in the face.

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Sunday, September 3, 2017

Is It A Ménage…or Is It Polyamory? by Cynthia Gentry- In #RomanceNovels and Her Novel Three Days, #BDSM #French

We Welcome Erotic Romance Author- Cynthia W. Gentry in our series: Is There A Difference Between Erotic Menage Romance Novels and Erotic Polyamory Romance Novels?




In my new erotic romance, Three Days, my heroine, Claire, is in love with two men: her boyfriend Trey, and Rich, a former male escort. I can’t tell you much more without giving away too much of the plot, but if you were to ask me whether I call my book a “polyamory romance” or a “ménage romance,” my answer would be…yes.

I prefer “ménage romance” for reasons I’ll explain in a moment. (In the case of Three Days, it’s a ménage romance with a little BDSM—okay, a lot of BDSM—thrown in.) By its very definition, a ménage à trois is polyamorous.

Not to get all English major-y on you, but take a closer look at the meaning of the two terms. The Oxford English Dictionary defines “polyamory” as:

“…having simultaneous close emotional relationships with two or more other individuals, viewed as an alternative to monogamy, esp. in regard to matters of sexual fidelity; the custom or practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the knowledge and consent of all partners concerned.”

Meanwhile, Merriam-Webster defines a ménage à trois as “an arrangement in which three people (such as a married couple and a lover of one member of the couple) have a sexual or romantic relationship especially while they are living together.” The term itself is French for “household of three.”

So, while a ménage à trois is a polyamorous relationship, not all polyamorous relationships are ménages à trois. When I was doing research for Three Days, one of the books that was most helpful was More Than Two: A Practical Guide for Ethical Polyamory by Franklin Veaux and Eve Rickert. Their book and website, MoreThanTwo.com, should be a required reference if you want to write ménage romance. I’m relying on them both heavily as I write the sequel to three days.

For me, “ménage romance” is the most accurate description of Three Days, because the story really is and will continue to be about three people. I could further describe it as a “MFM” story because Claire is sexually involved with both men, but the two men aren’t sexual with each other (Not yet, anyway.) In polyamory terms, this is called a “vee” and Claire is the “pivot.”

I try not to get too hung up on terminology. What interests me are the sexual and emotional dynamics between my three characters, and in particular, what Claire discovers about herself in relation to the two men, the challenges and joys they bring to one another’s lives. As a character says in one of my favorite short stories by Amy Bloom, “love is not a pie.” Love isn’t finite. There’s more than enough to go around.

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Three Days (Trois Jours)

By Cynthia W. Gentry


Blurb 

Claire, 34, seems to have it all: a great job writing for a prominent San Francisco magazine and a hunky-yet-Harvard-smart boyfriend, Trey. But behind the scenes, Claire suffers from a bad case of writer’s block, and her relationship with Trey has become more that of a roommate than a lover.

On a trip to New York, Trey makes one of Claire’s wildest sexual fantasies—a threesome—come true with the help of the mysterious Rich Parker, a male escort. The connection between Claire and Rich is instant and electric. 

Once she’s back home, however, Claire she can’t stop thinking about Rich, who has awakened her dormant libido—and her long-repressed desire to be sexually dominated. Unfortunately, Trey can’t stop thinking about the evening, either, and breaks up with Claire, though each loves the other deeply. When Rich shows up in San Francisco, Claire is drawn into a dangerous sensual journey that tests her limits and culminates over three erotic days. Will she have to choose between her love for Trey and her obsession with Rich, and make a decision that could tear her heart in two?


First Chapter Excerpt Available at: https://unboundbox.com/blogs/magazine/three-days 




Excerpt

We’ve just sat down with our cappuccinos when I hear a man call Trey’s name.

When I look up, I almost drop my spoon, because approaching us is one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. He’s got dark, almost black disheveled hair swept back from his forehead, and cheekbones that could cut ice. Sapphire-blue eyes sparkle beneath his black eyebrows. His strong profile could adorn an ancient Roman coin. My eyes rest—and get stuck on—his full mouth. And of course he has a cleft chin. Of course. He wears a hoodie, workout shirt, and sweats, but even the baggy fabric can’t hide what is clearly a slim but well-built body. He carries a gym bag.

“Hey, Rich,” Trey says. “Glad you could make it!”

Trey introduces us. I feel a twinge of adrenaline as Rich shakes my hand, his eyes boring into mine.

“I thought you might be interested in meeting Rich because he’s an investor in a bunch of start-ups,” Trey says quickly.

“An angel investor,” Rich interjects. “I like to stay anonymous.”

“He’s done really well,” Trey says quickly, almost too quickly. I scrutinize him, but his look is merely expectant, like he’s hoping I’ll like what he’s done. “I met him at one of my meetings today.”

“So I guess Trey has told you about the article idea I’m working on,” I say. “Right now the concept is pretty lame. And I’ve had a few margaritas, so my questions wouldn’t be very insightful.”

“No worries,” Rich says. “We don’t have to talk shop tonight.”

“Sit down,” Trey tells him. He insists on buying us all more coffee, leaving me alone, momentarily, with Rich.

I’m shy with him at first, as I usually am with extremely handsome men, because I don’t think they’ll want to talk to me. But then I start to relax. Guys with his looks aren’t usually so funny or so smart, but Rich quickly gets me laughing with his bone-dry sense of humor. Trey returns with our coffees and sits close to me on the couch, but he doesn’t say much. He just listens to our conversation with a goofy grin. We’re debating the latest Richard Linklater movie when Trey emits a loud, exaggerated yawn.

“Poor Trey, left out of the conversation,” I say. “What would you like to talk about?”

“I’m not really bored. Not that bored.”

“We’ll get you back to your computer soon.” I give him a playful punch on the arm.

“It’s nice to see a couple who’s so comfortable together,” Rich says.

Too comfortable, I think.

“And you seem pretty comfortable hanging out with guys,” he adds.

“I get more attention that way.”

“You don’t seem like you need a lot of attention,” he says. “You seem extremely self-sufficient, actually.”

I’m pleased but instead I make a face of displeasure. “Oh Rich, I thought you’d see through my facade. I need lots of attention. Lots. I’m insatiable, in fact.”

Our coffees are finished. But none of us moves. Then Trey makes his suggestion.

“Let’s go hang at our giant hotel room. Raid the minibar.”

I feel another shot of adrenaline, of pure fear, like I’m about to do something very bad. “Only if you boys behave yourselves.”

“Scout’s honor,” says Rich. “After all, I’m a source, remember?”

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I lead them in. Trey rolls his eyes toward the bedroom and grins. I feel my face getting warm as I reach past him to pull the door shut.

“The mini-bar is that way,” I tell them. I stick with tequila. Rich and Trey pour themselves scotch from tiny bottles. I try not to think about the bill. I’m suddenly very thirsty, and Rich goes to get ice. While he’s gone, Trey sits down on an armchair and stretches his legs out on the ottoman.

“Come here,” he says. I squeeze into the chair with him. He looks into my eyes. “It’s good to travel with you. Every time we do, I’m reminded of what a hottie you are. Don’t make that face. You are. I see how guys look at you.”

“Huh. I see more women looking at you.”

There’s a long pause. My mind is suddenly blank.

“Kiss me,” he says.

My heart begins pounding. This is ridiculous. I know this guy like the back of my hand. “No tongue. Rich will be back any second.”

“Sure. No tongue.”

I tilt my head up and let him kiss me. At first he keeps his lips closed. Then his tongue slips between my lips. The heady, peaty fragrance of scotch fills my mouth.

“You said no tongue,” I say, but I don’t pull my head away.

“I lied,” he answers, and keeps going. I’d forgotten what a good kisser he is. Then I hear the click of the lock and the door. Rich.

I pull away from Trey, embarrassed. “Sorry, Rich.” But Trey doesn’t let me go and Rich only smiles.

“Don’t worry about it. It looked like fun.” He pours me a glass of water, which he sets on the coffee table. He sits down on the ottoman, near our feet.

“It is fun,” Trey says. “She’s a good kisser.” He turns to me. “Rich broke up with his girlfriend recently.” If this is calculated to get my sympathy, it works.

“Oh God,” I say. “Then you don’t need to watch us kissing.” I try again to pull away, but Trey doesn’t break his grip.

“Yes, I do,” Rich says.

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At times like these, there comes a moment when we make decisions. To decide whether to stay with what is familiar and tell ourselves that we are being good, or to go with the unknown. And though I don’t consciously know it, it’s at this moment that I’ve chosen the latter.

“There’s only one problem,” I hear Rich say. Trey and I are kissing deeply now. He has pulled me closer to him. I’m letting him stroke my back, my ass. At Rich’s words, we stop and look at him.

“I’m sitting here thinking how much I’d like to be kissing those beautiful lips myself.” His words are catnip to me. I’m already wet between my legs, now I feel my pussy lips fill with warmth, soften and open. My heart thuds in my chest. Can’t they hear it? I pull away from Trey and sit at the edge of the chair.

This man is a source, the fast-receding professional part of my mind tells me. Or is he? There’s something going on that I don’t quite understand.

I look at Trey. I have a feeling he’s on his way to being drunk. And so was I, but now I feel stone-cold sober.

“Go for it,” he whispers, his voice husky. “Kiss him.”

I picture myself as supremely benevolent, the Queen of Kisses, bestowing them out of charity and goodwill. I take Rich’s face between my hands and lean forward. My lips meet his and I’ve made another decision.

I start to really kiss him, my tongue searching out his, but he says, “Wait. Slow down.” 

He puts a hand on my cheek and kisses me gently with his lips closed, and then again. With each new kiss, he begins to slip his tongue a little further between my lips. We begin kissing deeply, his tongue playing with mine. Finally, I pull away.

“There,” I say. “How was that? Do you feel more included now?”

He smiles. “Trey is right. You are a good kisser. I’d like to kiss you again.”

“Don’t stop on my account,” Trey says. “Claire knows that I like to watch.” 

I do? He does? I push the thought away. We shift our positions so that I’m sitting on the edge of the chair with my back toward him, his legs on either side of me. He puts his hands on my hips.

“One more,” I say to Rich, telling myself that that will be the end of it, but I know I’m wrong. As I kiss Rich, Trey leans forward and slides his hands under my shirt, playing with my breasts. I feel him nuzzle my neck, my ear. He unhooks my bra and gently rubs my nipples. Then he slides one hand down my stomach into my pants. I freeze.

“Are you okay, babe?” Trey whispers in my ear.

I stare into Rich’s eyes. They are warm and earnest.

For a split second, no one moves. Then I put my lips to Rich’s again. Trey’s hand continues its explorations down my pants, under the waistband of my underwear. But because of the jeans it can’t get much farther than that. I shift my hips almost involuntarily, trying to give him access. His other hand leaves my breast and unfastens the buttons of my jeans. He slides his hand back down and discovers the wetness between my legs. I hear his intake of breath and I moan as he caresses my clit. Meanwhile, Rich continues kissing me. My mind is so full of sensations that I can’t think.

Again, I pull away from Rich and lean back into Trey, whose hand is deep inside my wetness. Rich takes off my shoes. He reaches for my jeans.

“We should stop,” I say, but have no will to make that happen. They have to decide.

“Is that what you want?” Rich asks me. “To stop?”

“I don’t know.” 

Oh, yes, I do.

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Cynthia W. Gentry Bio:



My most recent book is Three Days, an erotic romance published in France by Bragelonne/Milady as Trois Jours. You can read the first chapter of Three Days on Unbound's online magazine (unbound.nyc/blogs/magazine/three-days). I'm currently at work on the sequel.

I've written several nonfiction books on sex and relationships, including What Men Really Want in Bed: The Surprising Facts Men Wish Women Knew About Sex (Quiver) and its sequel What Women Really Want in Bed (Quiver). Both books have been translated into several languages. 

I'm also the author of Secret Seductions: 62 Naughty Nights, Lusty Liaisons and Sexy Surprises (Quiver) and Mind-Blowing Orgasms Every Day: 365 Wild and Wicked Ways to Revitalize Your Sex Life (Quiver). Secret Seductions is also available as the Sexy Seductions mini book and as The Sexy Seductions Card Deck. 

I was the co-author, with David Ramsdale, of Red Hot Tantra: Erotic Secrets of Red Tantra for Intimate, Soul-to-Soul Sex and Ecstatic, Enlightened Orgasms (Fair Winds Press), for which I wrote the erotica.

I've been interviewed by magazines like Glamour and Cosmopolitan for articles on sex and relationships. My fiction and journalism has appeared in Area i, The Montserrat Review and Reed Magazine, as well as magazines such as budget savvy. I've also covered film festivals for indiWIRE.com and have written for the Literary Arts section of SFStation.com

I have a master's degree in journalism from the University of California at Berkeley, where I was the recipient of the Edna Kinard Prize, the Alfred & Ruth Thompson Perassolo Scholarship and a Regent's Fellowship. I graduated with departmental honors from Stanford University with a Bachelor of Arts degree in English.

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Author Website: www.cwgentry.com

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Enforcers Embrace by Sara Anderson-They Claimed Her As Their Mate and Their Submissive #RomanceNovel #BDSM #Shifters




[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, shape-shifter, vampires/werewolves, M/F/M, HEA]


Blurb

Logan Grant is a protector and enforcer for the Wolf Creek pack. He and his partner, Ash Cooper, keep the darkness away from the innocent humans and lycans living in the pack lands. Logan never imagined he’d fall for a human female, but when he met Emily Mullen, she stole his heart and made his wolf howl to claim her. Fear of losing her held Logan back, despite Ash urging him to mate her so they could all bond together. Instead, Logan pushed her away, thinking that would keep her safe. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Emily could feel Logan was pushing her away and keeping a part of himself secret from her. She’d tried to make it work, but finally she decided it was over between them. She had a secret of her own and decided to leave for a while to see the country and get over losing Logan.

Alone and far from home, Emily realizes someone is hunting her. She runs back to Logan and Ash, but is it too late? Logan and Ash have powerful enemies, and one in particular has vowed to take what they love away from them. They never imagined that would mean they would go after Emily.

If their enemies succeed, their lives will be destroyed forever.

Note: This book contains double penetration.

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STORY EXCERPT

Logan leaned in and brushed a tender kiss across her lips. “I owe you a huge apology for how I behaved last year.”

Emily opened her mouth to forgive him again as relief swamped her, but Logan placed a finger over her lips.

“No, pet, do not simply say it’s okay and forgive. I distanced myself from you because I was afraid. There are things going on that you don’t understand yet. Once you know about those parts of me, there is no going back.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean ‘no going back’?”

Logan leaned in and kissed her neck. “I promise to tell you everything soon, but first Ash felt left out last night. What do you say we include him today?”

Did Logan read her thoughts or something? She’d just been thinking about him and now Logan wanted her to include him? Emily squirmed as liquid heat started to drip from her entrance. No, she was not getting hot for two men in a restaurant. No.

“Emily,” Logan said with a voice that was full of command. “I can see that you are aroused by the idea of Ash and me. Either say your safe word, or spread your legs and hook your feet around the legs of the chair.” 

Logan’s hand stroked up her leg until he reached her soaked channel. He gathered her cream and softly stroked her clit.

Emily gasped. “Logan!” He’d played with her pussy in that kink bar, Sinister, several times, but others were getting off as well. Here a bunch of men were eating and drinking. She looked around and thought she saw she was getting side glances a lot.

Ash leaned in and Emily’s heart did a double take at how he firmly grabbed her thigh. “I suggest you be a good girl and listen to your Master. It would be fun for me to fuck you right here, but you may be a bit embarrassed.”

Emily gulped. “Here?” Emily closed her eyes as Logan stroked his finger over her clit, and Ash moved his hands over her aching breasts. She didn’t doubt now that they would bend her over right here with the way they were touching her.

Ash nodded. “I’ve seen it done with a misbehaving subbie. This is pack-owned, and packs share. We don’t see sex the same way you do. We will fuck our mates wherever we please, and if others watch, so be it.”

“Pack-owned? What is that?” Emily asked as she spread her legs wider and made sure her skirt covered her properly.

“Yes, pack-owned. You will know everything soon, but for right now, I may have texted a few enforcers and told them there would be an encore to last night’s show.”

“Last night?” Emily breathed out as she felt a blush go from her chest to her hairline.

“Mm hm. Tell me, Emily. What do you think about having two men fuck you at once?” Ash asked.

“Two men?” Emily shook her head but fresh cream coated her entrance and her ass clenched at the thought of having both of them. Logan chuckled, pulled his hand free, and licked her cream from his fingers.

Emily watched and moaned at the jolt of arousal that shot through her. She’d refused to think about Ash since she was with Logan, but she’d wanted him as well. Now he was here, and he started stroking her leg and moving closer to her pussy.

Logan gripped her chin, pulled her face to him, and lowered his lips to hers. Ash’s fingers swept over her wet folds, and she jumped.

Logan lifted slightly. “What’s your safe word?”

“Red, Master.”

“Good. When you come, I suggested you stay perfectly still and not make any sound. My fellow enforcers have sensitive hearing, and we may end up with a buffet with you as the main treat.”

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ADULT EXCERPT

Emily gasped as Ash’s fingers plunged into her and he rubbed her clit. Logan reached over and pinched her nipple as he kissed her again. His lips tasted of coffee and cinnamon roll as his mouth took possession of hers.

Logan was gentle this morning instead of the vengeful interrogator he’d been last night. They both teased her until she was ready to scream, but she didn’t want all the others to know what was going on or for them to feast on her. She fisted one hand on Ash’s leg and one on Logan’s and whimpered into Logan’s mouth as her need grew.

Emily’s hips lifted to try and get more from Ash as he gently stroked and pushed into her. Her head fell back as Logan and Ash both pinched her nipple and clit at the same time, and she exploded. She shook as waves of cataclysmic bliss engulfed her, but she couldn’t cry out. She bit her lip as she breathed through the pleasure swamping her.

Emily blinked and looked over at Logan. Just past him, one of the men was stroking his own cock as he watched them. Embarrassment burned her face. How many others noticed?

Logan captured her chin and caught her gaze. “Now how about you return the favor to Ash?”

“Return it how?” Emily asked, although she already had a good idea. She looked around and felt her face starting to blush again.

Logan stroked her lips and gently shoved her toward the floor. “Ash would like to feel your lips around him.”

Emily glanced at Ash. His eyes were half-lidded as if she already had his cock in her mouth. “Here? Now?”

“Yes,” Logan said without a trace of humor. “Show these enforcers who your Masters are.”

Emily had a strange feeling as if she was proving to all these men in the room that she wanted Logan and Ash. “Is this because I left?”

Logan nodded. “In a way, yes. None of them can say you don’t want me and Ash.”

Emily slid from the chair to kneel before Ash. She may end up in jail after this, and hopefully Logan would bail her out, but she would follow his instructions. She slipped Ash’s sweatpants down and pulled his hard cock free. It was about as long as Logan’s but thicker. Did Logan say she was going to have them both at once? They’d split her in two! She licked the rim of the head of Ash’s cock and then smiled at his intake of breath as he fisted her hair.

This was much more fun than she thought it would be. She quickly learned how to make Ash shudder and thrust his hips forward. When he threw his head back and moaned, Emily took his cock fully into her mouth. She gripped his cock with her hand and stroked him as she sucked him down as far as she could without gagging.

“Fuck, Logan. Why did you wait so long to claim her?” Ash thrust his hips forward and Emily swallowed to keep from gagging. Ash groaned loud enough Emily was sure everyone heard. Her pussy once again began to drip nectar at the thought of everyone watching her.

“I’m coming,” Ash whispered between clenched teeth.

Logan’s hand joined Ash’s. “Swallow him down, Emily. Let his scent fill you and accept him as your Master as well.”

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