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You can now pre-order Their New Beginning, book 14 in the Men of the Border Lands series. It's officially released on Monday the 19th of September so not long to wait.

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Abby wants a safe place to make a home. She is cautious of being duped into joining a community again, but there is safety in numbers. Now she is on a quest to find the one she has heard about in the Border Lands.

Harry and his sister are also looking for a safe place. When Thad joins them, Harry believes his chances with Abby disappear. Thad knows how dangerous it is now and has no problem sharing Abby with Harry to assure her safety, if the man would just agree. He knows Harry is worried about his sister, but Thad doesn’t want to wait until Harry makes up his mind.

Will Harry and Thad be the men to provide a home for her? First they have to agree to share her. Then they need to work together to keep her safe. Neither man wants to wait until they reach the promised land to make her theirs.

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Once she’d completely rolled to her belly, she waited for him to touch her. When he didn’t for several long moments, Abby looked over her shoulder, almost afraid he’d left the room, yet he stood at the side of the bed looking down at her with so much emotion in his eyes and in the expression on his face.

“You take my breath, Abby. The way your back arches, and the shape of your ass, makes me want to jump on and fuck you until I’m part of you. Right now, at this exact moment, I’m so hard for you I could easily do that and rut over you like an animal, but you deserve more than that. You should have soft kisses and a gentle hand. I’m not sure I can manage that right now, babe.” Harry’s hands were trembling out by his sides. “I thought making you keep your bra on would help me keep some control, but even that didn’t help.”

Abby turned a little bit more to be able to really look at him. At some point he’d managed to remove his shirt and had unfastened his belt and jeans but hadn’t pulled them down or released his hard shaft. She could see the massive outline of it against his jeans. It swelled up over the top of his waistline, encased in the white material of his underwear. The sight of it like that had her squeezing her thighs together with even more need.

“I don’t need soft touches or slow kisses right now, Harry. I need to be fucked by you. We can go slow next time if you want to. I want your dick inside of me. I want to feel you pounding into me so hard I feel you in the back of my throat.” Abby was surprised at her words. She’d been open and honest with her fiancé, but she’d never been that explicit before.
His groan, and the way he jerked his jeans the rest of the way down, told her that he was losing all control over his need. It thrilled her.

“Your boots,” she said as an afterthought.

“Fuck!”

He turned and sat at the foot of the bed to remove the obstructions, then kicked out of the rest of his clothes. When he stood up again, Abby gasped in approval. His ass was hard and gently rounded. She couldn’t wait to dig her fingers into the round cheeks as he pounded into her. His back broadened into wide, strong shoulders, and the muscles moving from his waist to those strong shoulders were outlined in awe-inspiring detail.

Then he turned around, and all rational thought left her brain. The man was built like an Olympic athlete. Not the strong, yet trimmed, body of a runner or maybe a swimmer, but the toned, hard physique of a boxer or weightlifter, only without the extra bulk.

The moment she focused on his cock, though, Abby’s mouth watered, and she curled her tongue over her bottom lip. Harry was gorgeous. She’d never thought of a man’s penis in such a light before, but the column of flesh jutting straight out from his body could only be described in words that appreciated its appearance.

The ruddy head seemed to mushroom out into a monster-sized hat while the stalk that would easily require both hands to encircle it bobbed in time to Harry’s heartbeat. The impressive dick would stretch her pussy to an exquisite burn that would consume her. It was going to take some preparation, but Abby was sure she could take him and couldn’t wait to get started. When her eyes returned to his face, it was obvious he’d enjoyed the way she sized him up and the extra time she’d taken to admire his cock.

“God, you’re beautiful!” burst out of her mouth before she could stop it.

He squished up his brows. “Beautiful? I’m a man, not a woman, Abby.”

“Sorry, but what I see is nothing short of amazing, and beautiful is in the eye of the beholder. I behold beautiful,” she told him with a broad smile.

Instead of letting it annoy him, Harry just shook his head with a grin and slowly climbed onto the bed to stalk her like a lion until she’d crawled as far up the bed as she could.

“Lie back down for me. I want to lick my way up your body. I know it’ll drive me mad with need, but I have to taste you.”

Abby bit into the pillow when Harry’s tongue licked beneath her ass cheeks. He nuzzled her there, then continued to the fleshy part of her butt, licking, then nipping until she was grinding her pussy into the covers. When she started to lift to her knees to get closer to his mouth, he placed one hand at the small of her back and gently pushed her back down.

“Shhhh, babe. Be still for me.”

Was he freaking kidding her? How was she supposed to be still when he was igniting her world?
He pushed her legs apart, then settled between them at the level of her knees. The roughness from his hairy thighs seemed to notch up her arousal even more.

“Please, Harry. Stop teasing me.”

“Patience, Abby. I’ll take care of you.” He punctuated the rest of his sentence with a bite to each ass cheek between each word. “Real.” Bite. “Good.” Bite. “Care.” Bite. “Of.” Bite. “You.”

She panted through the slight stings, then groaned when he licked each spot where he’d bitten her. God, he was perfect! She’d always loved the edge and thought she’d never find another man who would enjoy it as much as she and her fiancé had before he’d been killed.

Harry changed positions and spread his legs so that his knees were now on either side of her hips. Abby didn’t move her spread legs since she’d figured out that with her legs spread out so far she could get a little friction on her pussy from the quilt when she pressed her hips into the mattress.
Lips and tongue continued to tease her over her hips, then slowly, painfully slowly, up her spine. When he nipped her shoulder at the same time, a tongue swiped up her pussy slit, Abby screamed into the pillow, then jerked her head around to find that Thad had joined them. His eyes met hers, and he winked before burying his face between her spread legs once more. The dual attention of the two men sent her spiraling out of control.

Harry chuckled next to her ear. “Surprise, baby. Looks like I have help. I think it’s safe to say that you are now royally screwed.”

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Their Forever Home

Vella's  decision on whether to accept Carver as her other husband will determine if Carver can stay at the compound or has to leave. How can she turn away from one of the men who saved her life not once, but twice and never showed her anything but kindness?
 
Outside of the compound winter is about to strike and few men would be able to survive it without having made preparations in advance. Seeing Carver walk out into the surrounding woods would surely break her. No. Vella loved him and if that meant overlooking the fact that he'd once been a member of the Bondsmen who'd killed her brother and the only family she'd had left then that was what she was prepared to do.
 
Find out what happens next in book thirteen of Men of the Border Lands. A new era has begun on an Earth ravaged by thousands of storms, fires, floods, and famine. The diseases that swept over the survivors afterwards finished off the remainder of the weak. Now all that was left were those nature deemed smart enough and  brave enough to have survived.

Available on pre-order now and officially released January 23rd at Bookstrand            http://bit.ly/1DS0ieT

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“No more talk, guys,” Lance said as he settled between her legs once more. “I’m hungry and she’s lying here spread open like a feast before me. I’m not wasting one second of this.”

She gasped as Lance’s tongue flicked over her clit in rapid movements that had her digging her fingers into the blankets to the hard cave rock underneath. He sank two fingers into her cunt this time and as he pumped them and sucked on her clit, pressure built deep in her womb, yet the friction wasn’t quite enough. Vella lifted one hand and scratched down the center of Carver’s chest.

“Please. I need something. I’m so close already,” she pleaded.

Carver growled before taken one of her nipples in his mouth while squeezing the other with his fingers. His teeth worried the swollen nub even as he twisted the other nipple between his fingers. Vella exploded all over them.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Lance, so good. Carver. God, Carver!”

“Give it all to us, babe,” Carver demanded. 

She couldn’t stop the tremors that racked her body as she slowly came down from the best orgasm of her life. If that felt that amazing, how much better would actual intercourse be? She was almost too worried to find out. Almost, but not quite enough to put a stop to their play.

Vella lay panting with her eyes closed. She didn’t have the energy to open them until someone covered her body with theirs. They snapped open at the barely there weight to find Carver staring down at her.

“I want a taste of you before Lance fucks you. That little taste wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me, babe. I can see I’m going to spend a lot of time buried in your sweet pussy, Vella.” Carver claimed her mouth as only he could do.

The aggressive way he took control of the kiss from the very beginning turned her own in so many ways. The soft growl ramped up her arousal even though she’d just had an orgasm worth writing home about. Carver almost forced her to accept his tongue and the desperate attack it waged in her mouth. No spot was unclaimed as he slowly withdrew only to nibble on her lips before he pulled back to stare at her again.

Before she managed to ask him what he was looking at, Carver kissed and bit his way down her body until spread her legs even farther apart than Lance had. If he ate her pussy anything like how he kissed, Vella was pretty sure she’d come again. The man didn’t do anything half way or slow and easy.

“Fuck me, you smell like heaven,” Carver snarled just before he ran his tongue from slit to clit and back down again.

“Oh. My. God!” It was all she managed to get out before he’d stabbed her pussy with his thick tongue, fucking her with it like a battering ram.

Even as he penetrated her cunt with two fingers, Carver growled against her clit, sending sharp zings straight to her center. Vella was sure she was leaking her juices faster than he could lap them up. Her thighs felt wet from his mouth and her cream. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten so turned on. She wasn’t even sure she ever had.

“So damn good, babe. I could lick your sweet juices all day,” he said in a growly voice.

“Come on, Carver. That’s enough. You’re going to have her so swollen I won’t be able to get inside of her without it being uncomfortable for her,” Lance said.

Vella sighed when Carver released her clit in both disappointment and dread. Lance was right, much more stimulation and she’d be too swollen for either one of them to get inside her. She really wanted that to happen. All three of them needed that connection to get started bonding.

Who am I kidding? I want to feel them inside of me. I can’t even begin to imagine what it will feel like to take them both at the same time.

If she were honest with herself, Vella would admit that she was a little frightened of trying that. She had no doubt that they would understand and go slow with her. She was sure Lance would and Carver would follow his lead.

“Damn you’re addictive, woman,” Carver said on a huff just before he moved back.

Vella wasn’t sure what to expect next. When Lance took her face in both of his hands she wanted to rub her cheeks against the callused palms. This felt right to her. The feel of his rough skin and the heat of his now nude body pressed against hers, skin to skin was nearly her undoing. The intimacy of the moment choked her up and without thinking about it, she reached out to Carver, needing to touch him as well.

For a second she didn’t think he would take her offered hand, but then his much larger hand enclosed hers. In that moment, a spark seemed to travel through them where they touched, linking them together just as Lance pressed his cock inside her wet slit.

 

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That's right everyone! It's time for a release party! A Lynx in Their Den, the first Shifting Desires book is on pre-order today and then it will be out tomorrow!!

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“Easy, kitten. I’m not going to hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel real good,” Creed crooned to her before getting to his hands and knees above her. “I’m going to lick my way down your sweet body, tasting every inch of your silky skin. Then, when I get to the source of that intoxicating scent you’re sending my way, I’m going to explore every inch of it as well. I bet you taste like spicy honey, don’t you.”

Her lynx whined at the promise in his voice. It had gone even deeper with his arousal. Oh it was very obvious just how aroused he was, too. The bear sported an enormous cock that bordered on too big, but just managed to stay on the right side of that line. His meaty cock stretched out hard and long, dipping down toward her. He had large balls that held no hair. They didn’t even look as if he shaved them. The bulbous tip shown with a drop of pre-cum, making her mouth water at the sight.

Before she could say anything, Creed licked a circle around her belly button. She’d expected him to start with her breasts, but a second later, Shayne latched onto one of them while one hand captured the other. That explained Creed’s focus lower.

Oh, God. I’m not about to complain either.

Even as Shayne sucked lightly on her nipple while plumping her other breast with his big hand, Creed had discovered that she had a sensitive spot just above the crease of her inner thigh. Every swipe of his tongue had her whimpering and struggling to move beneath the two males. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled, sending her higher with every touch from the two bears above her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned out.

Creed’s tongue finally dipped lower to caress her wet slit. When he growled and spread her lower lips with his fingers, she almost panicked at the ravenous sounds he made as he buried his face in her wet folds. Then there was nothing but pleasure as both he and his brother drove her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Each nip of their teeth and lick of their tongue had her squirming to both get closer and get away at the same time.

“Fuck, brother. She’s addictive. She tastes like spicy vanilla honey,” Creed said between devastating licks.

“Give me your finger, Serenity,” Shayne demanded.

Confused, she lifted one of her hands from where she’d been digging into the covers to hold herself still and Shayne shackled it around the wrist, lowering it between her legs.

“I want a taste, baby. Give it to me,” he told her.

She realized he wanted her to wet her fingers in her pussy juices so he could taste her. The thought turned her on even more than she already had been. Creed growled when she moved her hand down between her soaked pussy and his mouth. Instead of trying to push her out of the way though, the big bear shifter grabbed her wrist and moved her fingers up and down until they were drenched in her juices. Then he returned it to his brother who growled his approval and pulled her hand toward his mouth.

Shayne didn’t take a finger into his mouth and suck like she expected him to. Using the tip of his tongue, he licked from her palm upward until he reached the tip of her finger. Then he licked back down the other side. The teasing touch made every hair on her arms lift. Even her clit seemed affected by that slight touch. Seconds later, he plunged three of her fingers all the way into his mouth and sucked hard, long drags, growling as he did.

Creed continued to torment her below with his talented tongue, lapping at her as if he’d never had anything so delicious. His tongue seemed to reach farther inside of her than was possible and he could move his mouth to nuzzle and suckle on her tender flesh in a way that a normal male wouldn’t be able to do. God, he was going to kill her with that mouth.

“Please, Creed. I need to come. It’s too much!”

He didn’t respond, just continued eating her like a man starved. She had never begged in her life and the fact that she had without thinking should have upset her, but Serenity was beyond caring at this point. All she wanted to do was reach that pinnacle that promised to be mind-bending when she did. If Creed would just give her clit a hard swipe instead of the tiny nudges he was teasing her with.

The sudden invasion of a finger inside her cunt had her gasping, arching her back and neck in surprise. It almost gave her the push she needed to climax, but as if he knew just how much it would take, he gave her a tiny bit less to keep her on edge. Slowly, he fucked her with it, making sure to drag his digit along her sensitive tissue with each retreat. After a minute or two, he added a second finger and her body all but convulsed, leaving her gasping for breath and cursing him all at the same time.

“Fuck me, Creed! I can’t stand it anymore!” she cried out.

 

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Can you believe we're already on book 12 of the Border Lands series?! That's not the only thing exciting about this next book. "Their Border Lands Freedom" is out for PRE-ORDER now ( http://www.bookstrand.com/their-border-lands-freedom ) and I'll be doing a giveaway for the release on June 6th! You can find the release party and giveaway here: https://www.facebook.com/events/740981489295723/?ref_dashboard_filter=calendar
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Their Border Lands Freedom

Lyssa has been a prisoner for seven years before one stranger sets her free and another offers the safety of a family as their women. With a world gone crazy and women only a commodity, she believes they are her best chance at survival, but can she trust them?

Wade and Stanton don’t really know each other very well, but agree to share Lyssa to ensure her freedom and to keep her by their side. Stanton’s lived in the city with few skills relevant to a harsher way of life. Wade was a rancher, working with his hands all his life. Together they provide the safety and security Lyssa needs as they look for a home. Finding a community that will accept them seems impossible with so much ground to cover, but their lives and their hard won freedom depends on it.

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ADULT EXCERPT

 

As he gazed down at Lyssa’s still-flushed face, Stanton had a moment to worry that he was making the wrong decision to share her with Wade. He glanced over to where the other man remained stretched out next to her, a sated smile evident even in the dim light. Their eyes met and Wade must have seen the uncertainty in his expression because he nodded at him, mouthing that it was “okay.” Stanton wasn’t sure about that, but he had already committed himself to Lyssa and sharing her with Wade. He couldn’t back out now. It would hurt her and he had no intentions of ever letting anyone, including himself or Wade, hurt her again.

Letting the doubt and uncertainty slip away, he lifted her legs over his arms gazed down at her face. There was no doubt there. Nor did he see any fear or worry. Stanton had to let that be enough to assure him that she wanted him. When she suddenly reached up with both hands toward him, something shifted inside of him, and Stanton no longer worried that they had cornered her into something she considered to be the lesser of two evils.

He leaned forward and let her cup his face in her hands before she dropped them to his chest where she stroked him, raking her short nails across his taut nipples. The sensation had him jerking forward so that his aching cock bumped against her pussy.

“Yes,” Lyssa hissed out.

Stanton groaned and reached down, grasping his cock. He rubbed it up and down her saturated slit, teasing them both in the process. He couldn’t stop the groan that eased from his mouth. The feel of all that heated wetness against the crown of his shaft had his balls rolling already.

“Fuck! You’re going to burn me up, darling,” he said through gritted teeth.

Lyssa wrapped her legs around his hips as he slowly pressed forward, sinking his cock a mere inch inside her hot tunnel. He could only imagine how much better it would be when he was all the way inside her tight cunt. Just the thought of it had him easing deeper inside of her. Fear of hurting her kept him from thrusting all the way in right away. She’d said it had been a long time for her, and if she’d not been molested while she’d been in Barter Town, then it had been at least seven years.

“Don’t stop! Please, Stanton. Don’t tease me like this. I want you,” she said as she gasped for breath.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Lyssa. Just relax, darling.”

“You’re not going to hurt me. Fuck me! I need you.”

Stanton was almost at the end of his rope now anyway. Her urging him on even as his balls burned to release had him pushing all the way inside of her until the crown of his dick bumped hard against her cervix. Instead of crying out in pain as he’d expected, Lyssa groaned dug her fingers into his hips, holding him there nestled deep within her fist-tight cunt.

After nearly a full second, Stanton pulled back and slowly sank into her again. Over and over he tunneled deep inside of her, groaning when she squeezed her vaginal muscles around him. Each contraction of her cunt had him fighting to hold back his orgasm. She had to come first. He'd be damned if he shot off like some kid with his first fuck.

The sight of Wade lowering his head to suck on a nipple startled him out of rhythm at first, but the sheer bliss he saw on Lyssa’s face calmed him some. Together they could give her more pleasure than she’d ever had before. He just had to get used to it and remember that she was all that mattered. Her safety and her happiness meant everything to him. If that meant he had to share her with Wade, Stanton could do it.

BDSM Keeps The Wheels Going Round! Bound by Their Kisses Out Today!

This is book four in my Knights In Black Leather Series.
Tessa Green isn’t looking for one man much less two, but Zander Keys and Tag Hodges aren’t taking no for an answer where she’s concerned. She’s just getting on her feet after fleeing one controlling boyfriend. Why would she risk her hard won independence with two Doms? They are members of the local BDSM club and the epitome of controlling men.

Zander and Tag know Tessa is the woman for them the moment they saw her. She’s gorgeous even if she is on the thin side, but a little tender loving care would take care of that. They try to convince her to go out but find she’s not willing to take the chance. After nearly a year of keeping their distance, they set out to show her that allowing someone to care for her and dominate her pleasure isn’t the same thing as dictating her life.

Can they convince her before she runs again?
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What do you think about BDSM? It means different things to different people. For some, it's just a fun thing to play around with to spice things up in the bedroom. But for others, its a very serious way of life—a lifestyle that holds ritual and meaning for them.

From playing around with restraints to using a light flogger though isn't anything to play around with. Always remain aware, stay safe, and never, ever play with anyone you don't know or is well known by a trusted friend. Remember, Safe, Sane Consensual.

When working with restraints, always keep a pair of scissors strong enough to cut through the restraints in use and make sure there is enough room that the circulation isn't cut off.

Number one! No drinking and flogging! Not for the top or the bottom, the Dom or the sub. Never drink when you play. It is just too dangerous!

Now for an excerpt!

Zander chuckled when she opened her mouth then closed it, at a loss as to what to say to that. Then he none too gently dropped her on the bed to bounce once before Tag covered her with his big body. She squealed when he buried his face between her breasts and growled. Then all fun and games disappeared as both men settled down to explore and taste every inch of her body.

“So sweet and soft,” Zander murmured as he nuzzled her neck, licking and kissing his way from her ear down to her shoulder. “I can’t wait to find out what your pussy tastes like, kitten.”

“She’s going to drive me crazy until I get inside of her,” Tag told him.

Tessa couldn’t figure out how they were able to talk when she didn’t have anything under her mouth and yet she still couldn’t manage a syllable. The moment they got down to business, all rational thought left her mind and her tongue’s dexterity in forming words had disappeared. They were doing wild and amazing things to her already. What in the hell would happen to her when they finally fucked her?

Tag licked and nipped at her breasts, making sure that his hands stayed just as busy as his mouth. They plumped and squeezed until he finally closed his lips over one nipple and sucked. Then the fingers of one hand found and teased the other nipple at the same time. When he gently nipped at the one in his mouth, his fingernails pulled at the other one. Tessa arched her back and groaned, unsure why she didn’t just come on the spot from his breast play alone.

Combined with Zander’s suck and bite along her neck and shoulders, it was too much. Her pussy leaked her juices enough that she felt it seep around to the crack of her ass. She needed them to take her, now, while she was aching so hotly for them. If they didn’t, Tessa was positive that something inside of her would break. She felt wound tighter than a windup toy that had been left unsprang for too long.

“Please. Do something. I need you,” she panted.

“Oh, baby. We haven’t even gotten started good yet.” Tag’s words sounded more like a warning or a threat than they did anything else.

Zander’s chuckle didn’t comfort her either. What did they want from her? Were they trying to drive her insane? She was already there. All that was missing was the padded room and straitjacket.

“I can’t stand it any longer. I need to taste her juices. I can smell her, and it’s got my cock so hard I’m going to be able to trace the zipper pattern on it from my jeans.” Zander pushed back from her and disappeared from sight.

Tag chuckled. “Take them off, man. They’ll just slow you down later anyway.”

She could hear Zander off to the side then the sound of more rifling of clothing. She could almost see him in her head, stripping out of the denim to reveal his stiff, hard cock and heavy balls. She’d never seen them, but imagined from the way he’d felt pressed against her that he was quite large.

The bed dipped at her feet and hot skin pressed between her thighs, shoving them wider apart. Zander was there. Right next to her aching pussy. She felt a puff of warm air across the wet sensitive lips just before his tongue laved her from slit to clit.

“Fuck!” Nothing could have stopped her from crying out or the moan that followed.

“Later, kitten. Right now I’m enjoying my delicious treat for being such a good boy and giving you time to get to know us,” Zander said in a husky, strained voice. “And you do taste good, so very good.”

“Lick her dry, Z. When I get ready for my treat, we’ll make her come so I can have some,” Tag told him.

“Oh, I plan to. There’s no way I’m leaving one drop of her honey to go to waste.”

Tessa thought she’d come just from their words. They were going to destroy her. She’d never survive them should they be teasing her about having a relationship. There would be no need to leave town and find another place to settle to start over. She’d just shrivel up and die.

“Oh, God!” Tessa gasped when Zander spread her pussy lips to spear her slit with his tongue. The mild friction was just strong enough to have her squirming to get closer but not nearly enough to give her any relief.

“Help me keep her still, Tag. She’s squirming like a little piglet down here.” Zander’s mild chuckle didn’t soften her outrage at being compared to a pig.

“Pig? Did you just call me a pig?” she huffed out.

“Baby pigs are cute, Tessa. All pink and squirmy, just like you,” Zander said.

Tag moved slightly so that his upper body helped hold her abdomen still. It didn’t stop him from his almost obsessive worship of her breasts with his hands and mouth. They seemed to always be aware of what the other was doing, because when Tag caught one nipple between his teeth and tugged on it, flicking it with his tongue, Zander followed suit with her clit, driving her to the brink of climax before backing off again.

Over and over they played with her, until she begged them to let her come. Zander hummed his approval of her seeping juices, thrusting two fingers into her cunt to stroke along the sensitive tissues until she was sure she’d go mad with need. The way he tongued her clit had her pumping her hips as much as she was able with Tag laying across her abdomen.

Finally, as if they’d planned it, the two men coordinated their efforts so that Tessa’s mind went numb from the explosion of pleasure that coursed through her body from their attentions. Tag flattened one nipple against the roof of his mouth while he pinched the other one. Zander sucked hard on her clit as he stroked her sweet spot inside her wet cunt.

She was sure she screamed their names, but for the life of her, Tessa couldn’t remember as she panted through the amazing sensations flooding her body.

In Honor of the Release of Ellie's Wounded Warrior...

I am so excited about my new series. It’s one that is very special to me. It used to be that when a warrior, a Marine, a soldier, a Ranger, or any of our veterans returned home after serving our country they were greeted with love, honor, and respect. That’s not as true today as it used to be. Many of our vets return to broken marriages and a country who no longer recognizes the sacrifices they’ve made to defend their country. Not only do they give up four or more years of their lives, they do it for low pay, few benefits, and no promise of having something to go back home to once they had completed their tour.

For those who do return, having escaped the pine box transport, nothing will ever be the same again for them. They saw and sometimes did things that will haunt them forever. Some suffer from PTSD while others must learn to cope without a limb or four. They are blind, deaf, and scared both inside and out. We avert our eyes from their suffering because it makes us uncomfortable. I am ashamed that I’m part of a culture that has forgotten their service and their sacrifices. I’m dismayed that we’ve failed to teach our children to honor those men and women whenever we see them. I’m afraid that our children have no idea of the cost of our freedoms we take for granted. We can’t take them for granted anymore. Those freedoms have been compromised and the men and women who fought and bought those freedoms with their blood, their sweat, and their very lives, are growing weary in their fight. Why fight when we don’t value or appreciate what they’ve given us?

Wounded Warriors is the ongoing story of men and women who sacrificed everything and returned home to have to deal with what they have left. Battered and broken, they believe they are no longer worthy of love. But I tell you this. Everyone deserves a Happy Ever After, especially our veterans. The first book, "Ellie's Wounded Heroes", is out now at Siren Bookstrand! http://www.bookstrand.com/node/868327

 

 

In honor of this, I'm giving away some great prizes! I’ll be choosing names for a couple of gifts tomorrow and Saturday as well as Sunday. To enter, all you have to do is comment here on my blog or on my Facebook page on why you are thankful for our veterans and soldiers. What about them do you value? Then check back each day to see what else I’ve posted and look for your name to be announced as a winner. 

 

Ellie’s Wounded Heroes is the story of two soldiers who returned with challenges to overcome in order to function like everyday people. Rex and Clark were friends even before their return, but through the struggle to regain their independence, the two bonded even closer.  The heroine, Ellie, is a social worker who works for the city dealing mainly with issues like finding homes for the elderly and the homeless or arbitrating disagreements within neighborhoods. Ellie meets Rex first then is introduced to Clark and she falls for them both. The journey hits some bumps along the way but love prevails. Read an excerpt below.

The next time you see a veteran or someone in uniform, tell them thank you.

 

Rex pulled into his drive ten minutes later still thinking about the pretty Ellie. Her honey gold hair swirling around her in the warm wind as she’d glared with murderous intent at her engine had caught his eyes at first. The way her jeans hugged her generous hips and sweet, squeezable ass had prodded him to see what other delights might be part of the package. When she’d looked up at him with the lightest hazel eyes he’d ever seen, Rex had known she was the one. For one moment, everything else had faded away, and all he saw was her.

Ellie's Wounded Heroes

Then her eyes had registered his leathers and scruffy look, and those amazing eyes displayed unease, if not downright fear. It had taken him a second to realize that he probably looked the part of an evil biker gang member. Well, that was because he was, in a way. Maybe not the evil part, but he was a biker gang member, just not the type she probably thought.

As he drove up the long drive, his garage door opened so that he could pull inside next to his truck. The door closed automatically, and Rex climbed off the bike, jerking the snaps on the chinstrap so he could pull off the head cage. After setting it on the shelf next to the bike, he opened one of the saddle bags, pulled out the bag from the VA, and carried it with him as he crossed the garage to unlock the door to his house.

Once inside, Rex quickly decoded the alarm before entering the kitchen from the mudroom. He tossed the bag on the counter next to the fridge. He’d worry about it later. Right now, all he wanted was a beer and to think.

Ellie.

Her name seemed to whisper relief through his aching soul. Looking into her slightly unsure eyes had been like seeing his future in a different light. One of his old buddies had once said that when he’d found the woman who would become his wife, he had seen their unborn children in her eyes. Maybe there was something to that after all. He would swear he’d seen her sitting with him on his front porch swing.

Shaking his head, Rex grabbed a bottle from the fridge and walked over to his favorite chair and sat down as he removed the cap on his beer. One long, ice-cold swallow later, he set the nearly half-empty bottle on the side table and toed off both boots. After pulling off his socks and stuffing them in the boots, he pulled the seam along the left leg of his jeans from the hem, and it split halfway up his leg so that he could get to his leg.

Well, it was where part of his leg used to be. Now he stared at the new and improved part of him that continued to burn and ache despite its lack of nerves. Metal and silicone formed his lower leg instead of the bone, sinew, muscle, and skin he’d been born with. It didn’t take but a few seconds to remove the offending part, but it did take a while before he was able to touch the remaining stump to massage away some of the irritation that never seemed to totally disappear.

“Fuck. This is bullshit.” Rex grabbed the bottle off the table and upended it, gulping down the still-cold brew, then slamming the empty bottle down on the coaster.

He leaned back in the chair and shoved with his hands until it reclined. He closed his eyes and ran both hands over his face several times to push past the stinging tears that burned just below the surface. Too often he found himself in this spot, alone and angry, struggling to find his next reason to wake up to another day of his life. Yesterday it was because he was riding with his gang to say good-bye to someone he’d never met before. The man deserved an escort and protection for his family from protesters who always seemed to find the time to show up. Today it had been because he had to show up at the VA to help the new guys navigate the gym with someone who’d already been there and done that.

Tomorrow? What would be his reason to wake up tomorrow? No funerals to attend, and it was a Sunday so no one needed his help with therapy. Maybe tomorrow would be the day he didn’t wake up.

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Writing What You Know: Menage a’Trois

Welcome Siobhan Muir to my blog!

There’s an old adage that says: write what you know.

Adages become something repeated in the vernacular because there is truth in them. What better subjects to write on than things that you know? But knowing things only takes you so far. If we wrote what we knew all the time, there’d be no fantasy or science fiction because who knows what will show up in the future. Or what dragons lie beyond the mountains of Mordor? LOL

For a long time I honed my storytelling skills and writing on science fiction and fantasy, preferring exotic and magical beings to humans and human issues. They just weren’t interesting to me. But at the heart of all my sci-fi stories was human interaction. How would this character react if I put them in that situation? How would you react if thrown into an alien world where dragons were allies rather than something to slay? I’d be saying, “Where can I get one?” :D

Adding romance into the mix suddenly made me interested in what humans would be doing. Particularly if they were doing it with vampires, werewolves, dragons, goblins, and demons. :D Old habits die hard. But again, it was human interaction and human issues at the core. I’ve written several M/F romances and I loved getting my characters into trouble in weird situations just to see what they’d do.

But I’d never written a ménage.

I don’t have the benefit of personal experience of a ménage to write from that place of knowledge. But I read a lot and learning doesn’t just come from experience. Why else do we have books and libraries? We learn from others’ experiences. I’ve read a lot of ménage romance and some of it I’ve believed and some I haven’t. But one thing is very clear when writing multiple partner romance: you have to get the human interaction right.

You have to know people. How they’d react, what they fear, what they desire, and what they’d do. Times three. Or four. Or more. In the end, romance with multiple partners is just like romance with only two partners, except you have that many more conflicts, emotional responses, and physical responses. Writing a convincing ménage means knowing people and knowing how they’d react in whatever is going on.

So, write what you know, and I know people.

Taking that knowledge and putting it into the ménage romance of The Navy’s Ghost was both intriguing and frustrating for me. I had to figure out three people and understand how they’d react. But it was exciting and fun, and so emotionally satisfying. Especially when one of them wants the ménage, but has been told it’s wrong and fights it with every fiber of his being.

THE NAVY’S GHOST

 

 

A SEAL is strongest with her Team…

Ensign Christiana "Ghost" Brickman is the only female SEAL to survive BUD/S training, a real Navy Jane. But when an ambush ends her career as an active SEAL, she’s free to pursue other interests. Like her two best friends Lt. Jim "Retro" Waters and Chief Warrant Officer Todd "Magic" Hunter. She's wanted them for over a year, but never dared to approach them while in the squad.

Retro has fought his dark desires since high school, certain the need to share a woman unnatural. Magic had never considered sharing before Ghost mentions it, but it solves his dilemma of choosing between his best friend and his woman. But Retro balks at Ghost’s offer to share and retreats from both when she marries Magic.

Everyone feels Retro’s loss, but he ignores the ache of their broken connection in favor of living ‘normal.’ When Ghost and the other wives of Beta Squad are kidnapped, Retro must reevaluate how much both Ghost and Magic mean to him. And he must decide how far he's willing to go to save the woman he loves, before she becomes the Navy's ghost.

 

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My tagline is Kick-ass Adventure with Hot Sex and The Navy’s Ghost lives up to the line. It was a wild ride and a new experience for me. I enjoyed writing it and discovering that special place where three people could find their Happily-Ever-After. I hope you’ll grab a copy and see how Retro, Ghost, and Magic make the magic work for them.

Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

 

Now On Pre-Order: Nessa's Two Shifters

I'm so excited to have my first Shifter book up for Pre-Order at Siren. It is scheduled for release on Friday, August 2nd. It is the first book in my new series, Wolf's Pass Shifters.

Convincing his twin to help him claim Nessa Clemmons as their mate is one battle Jessup Shoewater plans to win quickly. Joseph thinks he is too broken to take care of a mate, with or without his twin’s help. Held captive and tortured, Joe thought he’d lost the human side of himself.

Nessa wants to believe Jess and Joe truly care for her, but pledging herself to two men, let alone wolf shifters, seems a little like jumping out of the frying pan into the fire. Having survived years of abuse from her step-brother, Nessa hesitates to trade one familiar situation for another one she knows nothing about.

Can she overcome her fears of inadequacy and the unknown to help Joe learn to trust himself and his ability to control his wolf, or will she turn away from the two men who open up a world of love and acceptance she’s never felt before?

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For an excerpt, read below.
     He couldn’t stand it any longer. Joe bent down and removed her shoes as his twin unfastened her pants. They each took a leg and pulled the material down, letting it pool on the floor. Before he even knew what he was doing, Joseph buried his nose between her legs, inhaling her feminine scent through the crotch of her panties. Her sudden gasp and his brother’s chuckle didn’t faze him in the least. The feel of his teeth elongating drew a growl from him. Without saying a word, he ripped her underwear so that he could jerk it from her body and reach what he’d longed for.

“I’ll handle her top by myself, brother. I can tell you’re a little busy at the moment.” Jessup’s amused voice was lost on him.

 

All Joe could think about was finding the source of the delicious scent that had his balls aching and his cock twitching. The smell of her arousal had loosened the wolf to the point that he had to give it something or he’d lose complete control. Right now, her juicy pussy called to him in both forms.

 

The first taste of her when he drew his tongue along her wet slit had his toes curling in ecstasy. Licking her essence from his lips, Joe lost himself in her taste and smell. He attacked her with his mouth, cleaning her thighs where evidence of her arousal glistened on her skin and following it to the source where he made himself comfortable as he dined on her pleasure. Had he not felt her thighs tighten around his shoulders, Joseph might have missed her first orgasm. His brother must be kissing her because the only sound she made was a muffled moan.

 

“W–why is he growling?” Nessa’s voice shook, pulling Joe back to himself.

 

He realized his growls hadn’t been low keyed at all, but loud and wild sounding. No doubt she was scared that he would take a bite out of her down there by the sound of them. He cursed, and after taking one last swipe of her juices, Joe lifted his head and kissed the inside of each of her thighs.

 

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you. You taste so fucking amazing. I couldn’t control my wolf’s approval.” He struggled to keep his face as calm as possible as he stared into her eyes.

 

“It tickles when you growl like that.” Her tentative smile encouraged him that she might not be as scared of him as he’d worried.

 

“Let’s get you settled on Jess, Nessa. I need to prepare your ass for my cock.” He kissed her belly before backing away.

 

He watched her face as she finally caught the meaning of what he was talking about. Instead of the fear or loathing he expected to see, she smiled, almost looking eager before she rolled over and he lost sight of her face. She crawled over his brother’s body, straddling him until her pussy was lined up with his twin’s swollen dick. He watched his brother’s face as she slowly sank down, engulfing his thick cock. For the first time in years, Joseph relaxed the strict control he kept over the link between he and Jess, allowing him to feel some of what his brother was feeling in that moment.