Sexy Saturday

Hummm...I wonder what they're doing. He looks like he's in pain:)

Happy New Release, Mackenzie

Available now at Ellora's Cave: 

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9800-tingle-all-the-way.aspx

Can Christmas magic be found with the help of one very irritating little wood faery?

High-profile attorney Kayla Jones thinks she just might be losing her mind when Hector, a mischievous wood faery, appears before her. Are the martinis to blame? Or has her loneliness pushed her over the edge? And if her subconscious must create an imaginary man for the holidays, why can’t it be the good-looking prosecutor who visits her nightly dreams?

When Barry Allred offers to take Kayla home from the bar, he doesn’t expect her to pass out in him arms, leaving him no alternative except to take her to his home. But more surprises await him…

When the beauty awakens the next morning, she’s under the impression that they not only had sex, but that she inadvertently revealed to him her deepest, darkest BDSM and ménage fantasies. He can’t figure out how she came to this misunderstanding… But he is definitely the man to make all her fantasies come true.

An Excerpt From: TINGLE ALL THE WAY

Copyright © MACKENZIE MCKADE, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Kayla opened her eyes. “Where am I?” Glancing around the strange bedroom, she began to reconstruct her evening.

Courtroom and win.

A couple of assholes ruining her day.

O’Malley’s, a faery, and too many martinis.

That was it! She’d been at O’Malley’s celebrating and getting her drink on, or was she crying in her drink?

“So how did I get here? What happened?” she whispered to herself.

“Bow chica bow wow.”

Her startled gaze snapped in the direction of the randy reply.

Lo and behold, her imaginary faery lay on his side in the middle of a big fluffy pillow next to her. Hector’s right elbow was bent. His palm supported his head as he stared at her with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“You turned his world inside out.”

Oh, thank goodness. If her apparition still existed, Kayla knew she wasn’t awake, or maybe that she wasn’t sober. Yet by the throb in her head, it sure felt as if she suffered from a hangover. She had dry mouth, an explosive stomach, and the last remnant of beer-goggles blurring her vision. The good news was that wherever she was or whatever she did really didn’t matter. It was only her imagination.

Still, she had to ask. “His? Who?”

Hector rolled on to his back, kicking his legs and flailing his arms. “Oh, Barry, do it to me. Harder. Faster.”

Kayla chuckled at the silly exhibition. “Barry Allred?”

It must have been her subconscious revealing the fact she’d give her eyeteeth to have one night with him. And then her laughter died a quick death as more of the evening’s events began to flood her memories. She recalled seeing him sitting at the bar with another man at O’Malley’s.

Had they spoken?

“Nah. It’s impossible.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

They had spoken. The scene of him standing beside her car tore through her memory. Red-hot embarrassment scorched her face. Panic tightened her chest. “I didn’t. We couldn’t have.”

“Oh yeah. It’s possible and you did.” Hector fanned himself with his hand. “Turned that man’s world upside down. Asked him to tie you up and spank you.”

Kayla swallowed hard.

No. No. No.

She would never have lived out one of her fantasies, much less spoken about it, to a stranger. Just the thought mortified her. Then again, if this was a dream, what did it matter? She leaned back against the softness of the pillow and blew out a breath of relief. It had to be a dream—faeries weren’t real.

“But the one that got me hot and bothered.” Hector sat up on the pillow with his tiny legs splayed wide. Before he continued to speak, he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the downy softness, his palms cradling his cheeks. “Was when you told him about your fantasy to have two men at once.”

Kayla gasped on a new chunk of humiliation.

“I didn’t,” she shrieked. “I would never reveal that dark secret to anyone.” Especially Barry, a man she debated with across tables…and then there was that thing between her and his father.

Dammit. She kept forgetting this was a dream. Any minute now she’d awake in her bed and everything would be as it should be.

Hector stood, stretching his wings and bending his legs before he lunged forward. In a flash, he was soaring around the room, a trail of dark-green dust following him. When he landed on the tip of her nose, she raised a hand to swat him.

“Ah-ah-ah.” He began to pull something from his pocket.

As magic—or insanity—would have it, the item just kept coming. The long, thin staff was obviously longer then the shallow pocket housing it.

“If you were dreaming, do you think you’d feel this?” Hector stabbed the thing into her nose.

Kayla jumped. Her eyes crisscrossed as she glared at the three-inch man now hovering just above her nose. At a closer look, the stick he held appeared to be a pine needle, and he had it pointed at her.

“En garde!” He placed a hand behind his back and jabbed the damn thing at her, over and over.

This time she swiftly brushed her hand through the air, missing him when he darted aside, leaving a trail of bright, angry, red glitter in his wake.

“Who are you?” she growled.

“I’m your Christmas faery. I’m here to bring you holiday cheer.”

“Holiday cheer? Are you kidding me? What you’ve done is make me question my sanity. I must be going out of my friggin’—”

“Shhh…” Hector said as he flew straight at her. On his way, he retrieved that errant lock of hair that continually insisted on coming free from her bun. A wisp of air fanned her face as he swept the blonde strand back, pinning it and him in her hair as if he were a barrette.

Before she could reach up and dislodge the irritating little man, the bathroom door opened and Barry strolled out. Naked. Well, except for the towel wrapped low around his hips.

“You’re awake.”

The prosecutor had a beautiful smile and deep dimples that sent tingles up her spine. His wet black hair was swept back in a finger-combed kind of way. But it was his bare chest—broad and muscular—that caught her eye and held her in awe.

The man really was a magnificent specimen. Although it was clear he had shaved, a shadow still remained on his jaw. His eyes were dark blue, hiding a hint of brooding and mystery.

The reality of the moment crawled across her skin. “Are you real?” she asked hesitantly.

“I like to think I am,” he grinned.

Holy shit!

A sinking feeling made her want to die. This wasn’t a dream. Barry Allred stood before her while she lay on what appeared to be his bed. And as much as she hated to admit it, she was losing her mind. Hector must be her version of Jiminy Cricket, her subconscious taking form. But even that explanation made her ill.

Barry took a step in her direction. “You feeling okay?”

Kayla licked dry lips. “Uh. Yes.” She sounded as if she had a mouthful of cotton. Not to mention her stomach felt as if an atom bomb had exploded inside it. And to top it off, she was going stark-raving mad.

“Exciting night.” He chortled and moved closer.

The fresh scent of soap and a woodsy cologne touched her nose. She inhaled slowly before nearly choking on the memory of what Hector had told her. Sex with Barry. Her cheeks heated and she could only imagine the color in her face rising.

“Ohmygod. I don’t know what to say.”

“Good morning,” he suggested. “Are you hungry?”

Hungry? Was he kidding? Kayla had just made the biggest mistake in her career and he was thinking of food. So like a man.

“I don’t think I could eat a bite.” At least that was the truth. Just the thought of food made her stomach roll.

“Then how about some coffee? I could make you a Bloody Mary, it might help.”

“No. I think perhaps I should just go home.” And bury her head in the sand, because if Barry wanted paybacks for what she’d done to his father, spilling the beans of their night together would be perfect retribution. Her stomach pitched and it wasn’t from the alcohol. She had to get out of here.

Kayla threw back the covers, remembering too late her state of undress. What the hell. According to her three-inch subconscious, Barry had seen far more of her than her bra and thong.

As she wiggled into her skirt, fastening the back, she chanced a look in Barry’s direction. He was staring at her. His eyelids gaped and, judging by the tent in the towel, he was aroused.

Talk about wanting to kick herself—the one time she goes out on a limb and screws the man of her dreams and she can’t remember a damn thing. Her gaze stroked his chest once more. What a shame.

Slipping her arms into her white silk shirt, she fastened the third button and then paused. “Uh. Barry, I trust that what we did last night and the things I revealed won’t go beyond this room.”

His brows dipped. “What we did last night?” His expression turned heated and he smiled. “Maybe you should tell me exactly what you don’t want me to reveal?”

Damn him. Of course he would want her to spell it out and go through that embarrassment once again. Paybacks were a bitch. Okay. If he wanted to play games she had no alternative except to go along, but she wasn’t happy about it.

“The sex. Tying me up. The spankings. And,” she bit her bottom lip, “the thing about me fantasizing about multiple partners. You know I was just joking, pulling your leg.”

Barry coughed several times. His face turned beet-red and it looked as if he were choking.

For a moment she thought of running over and slapping him on the back, helping him. Instead she stayed put. Maybe he would choke to death, and then she wouldn’t have to worry about everyone at the office and in the court system knowing her deepest, darkest secrets.

But when he continued to cough, she asked, “You okay?”

Clearing his lungs, he took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I am.” He stepped closer. “So let me get this straight. No one is to know we had sex last night. That I tied you up and spanked you. And by no means that you fantasize about being taken by two men at once?”

“Is that too much to ask? I mean, it might gain you stud status, but it would destroy my credibility.” Not to mention Dan and Tom would have a field day with the information.

“Miss Jones—”

“I think after all that has happened you should probably call me Kayla.”

“Kayla—” He hesitated.

Kayla wasn’t sure, but it appeared that he was fighting another grin, because the dimples in his cheeks deepened.

“I’m not completely sure how to tell you this, Kayla, but nothing happened last night.”

“Excuse me?” Her voice pitched high as her eyelids rose so quickly she swore they touched her eyebrows.

“Honey, I wish I could say differently, but much to my dismay there was no sex, no ropes or handcuffs, and no naughty spankings.” Then he did smile. “However, I wouldn’t mind making all your fantasies come true.”

Before Kayla gave thought to her actions, she growled, “When I get my hands on you, I’ll pluck your wings off one at a time. I swear I will.” She realized too late what this might look like to Barry, but someone had set her up.

Concern darkened his eyes. “Kayla, maybe you should sit down.”

“Sit down?” Furious, she pinned her narrowed gaze on him. “Did your dad put you up to this? Who told you about my fantasies?”

Get your copy today: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9800-tingle-all-the-way.aspx

Thursday Threesome 3 by Berengaria Brown

Please welcome my guest today--Berengaria Brown! Today we'll be drooling over--er, I mean discovering her POSSESSIVE PASSIONS series and enjoying an excerpt from ULTIMATE POSSESSION. Yea, Berengaria!
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There are three books in the “Possessive Passions” series:

“Possessive Passions” Book 1: “Shared Possession”:

Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.

After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.

Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/shared-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2: “Possess Me”

Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, is envious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men and wants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with the luscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now the project is finished, so how will she see them again?

Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from the garden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long. The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. But when Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farm aboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloah run her business and is terrified of life outside the security of their community.

Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/possess-me

“Possessive Passions” book 3 “Ultimate Possession”

Kiri is abducted by two men who tie her up and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’ll marry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders her to suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.

The men reveal themselves as George and Wang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her love for them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certain of her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What follows is a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over and over again.

Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/ultimate-possession

 “Possessive Passions” Book 3 Ultimate Possession ADULT Excerpt:

Once again, they began kissing and licking her skin, spending long moments at every pulse point, driving her need higher and higher.

Meanwhile, Kiri’s hands were busy unbuttoning shirts, unbuckling belts, and unsnapping jeans. When she finally released a zipper, she slid her hand down to cup a huge, hot, hard cock, and reveled in the soft head with a drop of pre-cum already in the slit and the hard shaft. Next, she cupped his balls, loving the heavy weight of them. Yum!

Wang’s cock was just as delicious as George’s. Wang spent more time in the shop and less time visiting towns shipping goods for the community, so his skin was a little paler than George’s. His eyes were a slightly lighter color, too, more brown, where George’s were closer to black. Wang was an inch or two shorter, half a dozen pounds heavier, a fraction more muscular, but they were both very similar really.

Their personalities were totally different, however. But Kiri had no time to think about that now. Her heart was full of joy at finally going to bed with the men she loved. Her hands worked busily at removing the last of their clothing, pushing and pulling at fabrics and bodies with scant regard for the safety of buttons and other fastenings.

“Cool your jets a second, sweetheart,” murmured George as he rolled away from her to toe his shoes off and drag his jeans over his feet.

Wang’s clothing dropped to the floor almost simultaneously, then both men’s hands were on her body, touching, and stroking every inch of her, making her skin tingle and goose bump with joy.

Kiri reached for the nearest cock—Wang’s—and grasped it firmly, loving the sensation of throbbing power. She let her finger slide over the head and inside the foreskin, knowing the skin that was usually protected would be even more soft and sensitive and wanting to push them to the limit before they entered her.

The tip of her finger ran around and around inside his foreskin, making drops of pre-cum run down over her hand, causing Wang to gasp and his cock to throb even more in her grip.

“Oh gods, that feels good. But I want to come inside you, not before the party even starts,” Wang said, gently disengaging her hand.

He slipped down between her legs, resting them on his shoulders and opening her wide. “First, we have to get you ready here,” he added, bending his head and licking the rim of her anus, his tongue sliding just the tiniest bit inside as he licked all around, wetting her thoroughly and making every nerve ending stand up and dance in joy.

A delicious shudder rippled through Kiri. “I can’t wait to have you both inside me at once,” she whispered.

“The waiting is killing us, too,” said George, dropping a jar of lube on the bed and sinking slippery fingers into her ass as Wang sat up and dipped a finger into the jar. The two men tag-teamed her, one stroking inside her dark channel, then the other, stretching her hole, loosening the entry, softening her tissues. Kiri’s cream poured from her pussy. She was so aroused, her nerves on fire, her belly clenching in need, her breasts heavy with the longing to be touched.

Soon, Wang coated his cock liberally with lube. Both men wiped their hands on a damp cloth, and then George lay flat on the bed and pulled her over him. He kissed her face softly, dropping the most feather-light of kisses onto her cheekbones, her jawline, her nose and eyebrows. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick him in return, but his head kept moving, and she couldn’t aim straight.

Kiri grabbed his head to hold it still and pressed her lips to his. His lips were warm and soft as he gently kissed her back, and then he gradually increased the passion, licking the seam of her mouth and pushing his tongue inside.

At last!

She opened up and sucked him deep, welcoming him. Their tongues thrust and danced for long moments, and then he lifted her hips slightly and pressed his cock at her entry. Kiri drew back a little then slid down over him, sucking him into her cunt as she’d sucked his tongue into her mouth, deep, deeper still, enjoying the feel of him filling her and stretching her as her walls expanded to accept him, then closed around him gripping him tight.

George groaned, wiggling his hips, settling into her and pulling her flat against his body once again, skin to skin from pelvis to shoulders.

Behind her, Wang pulled her butt cheeks apart then rested his cock at her rear entrance. Kiri couldn’t prevent the shiver that raced through her. Finally, finally, they were claiming her!

Wang pressed against the circle of muscles. Kiri pushed back, and instantly, the head of his cock popped inside her. Wang thrust in, and her channel opened and expanded, giving him the space to go deeper.

She had felt quite full before, but now she felt stretched, so very possessed. Yet as Wang drove deeper inside her, there was no pain, just that fullness, and the sensation of expansion as her body adjusted and accepted both men at once.

Wang lay over her back, and she wiggled, loving being sandwiched between two hard male bodies like this. Possession was the only word to describe it. The ultimate possession, surrounded and filled by her men.

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

Cold Nights, Hot Bodies by Lily Harlem

Congrats, Lily! I'm sure the readers will love Shane. I know I'll get my copy today to warm up my cold nights.
http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9705-cold-nights-hot-bodies.aspx


Blurb:
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways

An Excerpt From: COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES

Copyright © LILY HARLEM, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“I want you, Shane, I want you to take my virginity.”

“Ashley, are you sure?”

“More than sure.” Over his pants, I rubbed my palm up the length of his erection, marveling at its solidity and size. “Please don’t leave, not now, because that would be the worst thing to have ever happened in my life. That would be something I could never undo.” And it was certainly something that didn’t happen in my books.

Suddenly his lips hit down on mine, strong and assertive. “If it’s really what you want then I’m not going anywhere.” He breathed into my mouth. “Except to bed…with you, right now.”

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want.” My stomach flipped with excitement. I’d persuaded him to stay. I’d grabbed my opportunity―quite literally.

Letting go of his erection, I looped my hands around his neck, pressing the entire length of my body into his until his cock was squeezed tight between us. My heart thumped and my skin was alive with new, interesting, wild sensations.

“I told you, it’s been a while for me,” he said, pulling back to look at my face. “Your vampish little virgin thing may have me reaching the finish line early if you’re not careful.”

“I’m sure we can make more than one finish line.”

He chuckled and I sensed the last shred of tension and uncertainty leave him. “Yeah, you’re right.” He smoothed his hands to the back of my bra. “We have all night and we’re well and truly snowed in so what’s the rush?” He undid the clasp with a finely tuned movement and the lacy cups fell from my breasts.

“No rush,” I murmured even though impatience was bubbling like a cauldron deep within me.

His gaze drifted downward. “You have great tits,” he said. “Pert and pretty.” He stroked his thumbs over my nipples. They twisted into tight buds, as if straining for more of his attention. “Has anyone even done this to you before?” he asked.

“No,” I said on a shaky breath, watching his every move the way a hawk watches a mouse. “Never.”

“So I’m guessing no one has done this either.” He bent and kissed over the rise of my right breast, his soft lips inquisitive as he traced the mound.

“No,” I managed.

Shifting his shoulders, he pulled my erect nipple deep into his hot mouth.

I buried my hands in his thick mop of hair. “God, no,” I gasped. “Not that either.”

He switched to the other breast and used his hands to feed my hypersensitive flesh gently into his mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head to the ceiling, it felt divine, warm and wet, tingly and strong. His tongue was injecting white-hot lust into my veins.

“Ah, you’re sweet all over,” he said, straightening and pulling me close again. My damp breasts pressed against his scratchy chest. “I’m going to make this right for you, Ashley. I’m honored you’ve chosen me. You won’t regret it.”

“I know.” I touched my fingertips to his stubbled jawline. “I know, Shane. I trust you.”

With one quick movement he scooped me into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck as his strength surrounded me. He began to walk toward the bedroom.

“We’re not doing it on the sofa?” I asked.

“No, we’ll do the sofa later, your first time should definitely be in bed,” he said, stepping through the doorway. His eyes widened. “And wow, what a bed.”

I glanced at the four-poster. Huge and luxurious, it did look the perfect place to lose my virginity.

Shane carried me over and set me down so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. I watched in silence as he moved the darkly wrapped chocolate from the pillow and placed it on the bedside table.

Straightening, he looked down at me, his gaze so hot it was like a lick of flame across my bare flesh. He frowned and took a leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a green-foil-wrapped condom. “I’ve only got one,” he said, “but when we need more there’s a machine in the gents’ downstairs.”

I nodded, pleased he was thinking about contraception and safety. I couldn’t, anticipation of what was going to happen in the next few minutes had taken over my brain. I was buzzing all over. It was as if I was in my own novel, I was the heroine and he the hero. And my goodness, what a perfectly exquisite hero I’d been blessed with.

Shane toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Reached for the button on his pants and yanked the zip free. He pushed them down, stepping out and kicking the knot of black material to one side.

I sat motionless, just staring at the big bulge tenting his navy cotton boxers.

“You okay?” he asked, stilling in front of me.

Clearing my throat, I looked up his long, lean body shrouded in shadows from the one low lamp in the room. His abdominal muscles were faintly defined, his pectoral muscles square and his nipples small, dark discs. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He stepped closer. His groin came level to my face and the heady scent of his skin radiated toward me.

Desperate to touch him, I traced the line of fine silky hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxers.

He tensed.

I glanced up at his face. “Can I?” I asked.

The corner of one side of his mouth twitched. “Be my guest.”

Available now: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9705-cold-nights-hot-bodies.aspx

Sexy Saturday

Damn...I almost missed it! I have been so darn busy lately. Who ever decided that 24 hours in a day was enough? LOL Me thinks my problem is that I take on too much. And spending 3 hours a day, five days a week traveling back and forth to work eats up a lot of writing time. By the end of the week I just want to chill and do nothing more than I have to.

Okay, you're probably asking yourself, what's so sexy about this? On to the good stuff! I thought this week I'd post something about cookies. After all, this is the time of year when we bake more, make candies and fudge, breads and fruit cakes. My daughter was just saying the other day that she has to make cookies three different days this week, for holiday celebrations.

I bet there are a lot of men out there who bake during the holidays, too. Below is what could happen if you let them in the kitchen:)

Thursday Threesome, too by Berengaria Brown

Please welcome my guest today--Berengaria Brown! Today we'll be drooling over--er, I mean discovering her POSSESSIVE PASSIONS series and enjoying an excerpt from POSSESS ME. Yea, Berengaria!
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There are three books in the “Possessive Passions” series:

“Possessive Passions” Book 1: “Shared Possession”:

Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.

After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.

Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/shared-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2: “Possess Me”

Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, is envious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men and wants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with the luscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now the project is finished, so how will she see them again?

Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from the garden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long. The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. But when Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farm aboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloah run her business and is terrified of life outside the security of their community.

Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/possess-me

“Possessive Passions” book 3 “Ultimate Possession”

Kiri is abducted by two men who tie her up and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’ll marry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders her to suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.

The men reveal themselves as George and Wang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her love for them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certain of her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What follows is a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over and over again.

Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/ultimate-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2 “Possess Me” ADULT Excerpt:

Goa cupped the mound in his palm, a palm that was slightly roughened from hard physical labor. He traced his thumb over her areola then tweaked her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Oh that felt wonderful, so much better than when she touched herself.

Stan licked along the inside of her thigh. Oh my, that felt wondrous. Who knew the skin there was an erogenous zone? He licked again, a wandering line across the inside of her thigh, then up and down. Next, he blew warm puffs of air on the wetness. “Oh,” she murmured as more honey dripped from her core. “That feels so good.”

The men took their time, endlessly patient as they licked and nipped, touched and sucked their way over every inch of her body. Every nerve ending was on fire, and a ball of need coiled tightly in her belly, demanding release. The more she tried to touch them, to pull them closer to her, to bring this erotic torture to a climax, the more they slid from her grasp, whispering that she must wait, that she should be fully aroused.

Finally, they moved over her together, one mouth on each of her breasts. At last she could hold their heads, faces pressed to her skin, and run her fingers through their thick, dark hair. Stan’s was a little longer than Goa’s and finer, softer. Goa’s hair, as well as having thicker strands, was more blue-black where Songstan’s was brown-black.

Their lips felt different on her, too. Stan’s were softer, lighter, warmer. Goa’s action was more nibbling and dominant, demanding her body respond to him, while Stan was teasing her body into compliance. She realized this meshed with their characters, Goa the older brother, a more take-charge personality, Stan a lighter, more cooperative, more accessible person. But right now her body was far too aroused for her to think about anything other than an orgasm. With a hand on each head, she tugged at their hair. “Please, I need to come so bad.”

At her words, she felt two cocks press damply against her legs. Ha! They need to come as much as I do.

Stan sat up beside her shoulders, lifted her head onto his thigh, and held his cock near her mouth. Mmm, this close up, it looked more than yummy. Stan’s cock was long and thick, standing straight out from his groin and its nest of black curls, the stalk red and the head a deep reddish-purple with need. His balls looked hard and tight, drawn up close to his body. Oh yes, Stan was in agony with desire, she could tell.

Delicately, she flicked her tongue out and swiped it over the head. Stan groaned. Shiloah smiled to herself and licked him again and again. His taste was delicious—spicy and salty with just the slightest hint of tartness. She wrapped her tongue right over the head then sucked him deep into her mouth. He was broad and filled her, but she sucked again and enjoyed the fullness and his rich, spicy scent.

Shiloah lifted a hand up to control Stan’s cock herself, feeding him into her mouth a bit at a time, enjoying every inch of him, sliding her tongue up and down his erection, tasting every bit of him, pressing her tongue into his long vein and feeling his pulse throb with a need she shared.

Then she slipped the tip of her tongue under the ridge where the cap joined the head. The skin felt a little different there, the texture slightly softer, spongier. Shiloah let him slide out a fraction before sucking him deep again, and Stan gave a long moan. “Shiloah, you feel so good. You’re killing me here.”

She sucked gently on Stan as she concentrated on enjoying the weight of Goa sliding between her legs. His hard-muscled legs nudged hers even farther apart. His broad shoulders were just in her line of sight, the corded muscles of his arms braced beside her body.

The wide, flat head of Goa’s cock pressed between her pussy lips, then slid inside. Automatically, her tissues spread, opening a pathway for him. Oh my, he felt good, filling her, stretching her to the limit. Goa pushed in farther and farther until his balls were snugged up firmly against her skin. Then he picked up her ass, tilted her hips upward, placed her legs on his shoulders, and pressed in another fraction of an inch. He filled her totally, her walls clasped tightly around him. He felt so good.

And Stan’s cock in her mouth felt good, too. The slight curve made him a delight to suck as her tongue wrapped around his head or slid up and down his shaft.

Goa pulled out of her pussy slowly, gradually, until just his cap was still inside, then pushed back in, a little faster, a little harder. Then he withdrew once more, moving with more speed now, and thrusting harder and deeper.

With her mouth on Stan’s cock, Shiloah mimicked Goa’s actions. She did her best to match his speed and direction, sucking Stan in as far as she could, running her teeth gently along his rod as she released him, only to suck him right inside again.

Goa gripped her hips in his big, strong hands, thrusting harder and faster now, pounding into her, rocking her body on the big bed. Shiloah kept one hand on Stan’s cock to control his depth into her mouth. With the other, she cupped his balls, rolling them in their sac, noticing how hard and tight they were.

Her orgasm was close now, the ball of desire in her core coiled up hard and tight like Stan’s balls. She tilted her head right back, opening her throat to slide Stan’s cockhead as far down as it would go. As flames of need roared inside her belly she swallowed Stan, then released him an inch or two, hollowed her cheeks, and sucked hard. Stan groaned and a burst of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Quickly, she let him out a little more so she could swallow properly, then lost the ability to think at all as Goa slammed into her, and an explosive orgasm powered through her, spreading from her cunt up through her body and almost blowing the top off her head. Her legs shook, her toes curled back to the soles of her feet, and her entire body was racked with wave after wave of release, tingling through every nerve ending.

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

December's Hot Pick

December's Hot Pick--Justin Timberlake

Hi, my name is Cindy and I'm a closet Justin Timberlake fan. (Hi, Cindy).

Okay, so I said it. I'm hurtling toward forty and I like Justin Timberlake. I like his music (the solo stuff), I like his swagger and I love his sense of humor. His smoking body doesn't hurt either, but really I started to like him when he appeared on SNL as a giant breast implant. (Bring it on down to Plasticville). No, I wasn't fond of NSYNC--at the time I was too old for the boy band mania--but now that JT has hit the big three-oh, he's looking oh so good. He must be like fine wine, getting better with age. He's also shown himself to be a truly funny and charming actor with a self-deprecating sense of humor I can't resist. He stole the show in FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. Yes, I was watching movies yesterday instead of writing. But like I said on FB yesterday, I blame Justin. He's just too damn yummy. And that's why my hot pick for December is Mr. Timberlake.

Check out the entire HOT LIST on my website: http://cindyjacks.com/

Sexy Saturday with Tory Richards

Every Monday I post man candy on my blog. And today I'm sharing some of my personal favorites. Enjoy!

So...maybe you should stop in on Monday:)

Tory Richards

Thursday Threesome by Berengaria Brown!

Please welcome my guest today--Berengaria Brown! Today we'll be drooling over--er, I mean discovering her POSSESSIVE PASSIONS series and enjoying an excerpt from SHARED POSSESSION. Yea, Berengaria!
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There are three books in the “Possessive Passions” series:

“Possessive Passions” Book 1: “Shared Possession”:

Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.

After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.

Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/shared-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2: “Possess Me”

Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, is envious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men and wants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with the luscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now the project is finished, so how will she see them again?

Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from the garden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long. The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. But when Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farm aboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloah run her business and is terrified of life outside the security of their community.

Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/possess-me

“Possessive Passions” book 3 “Ultimate Possession”

Kiri is abducted by two men who tie her up and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’ll marry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders her to suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.

The men reveal themselves as George and Wang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her love for them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certain of her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What follows is a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over and over again.

Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/ultimate-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 1 “Shared Possession” ADULT Excerpt:

“Say yes, Chevaunne. Say we can fuck you. Say yes now, please.”

That was Jim, the oldest brother. They all looked so similar. All tanned, all with black hair and dark eyes so deep a brown they were almost black. But Jim had much broader shoulders than the others and was more muscular everywhere. And hell yeah, she did mean everywhere. They were all naked. As was she.

“Come on, Chevaunne. You want us. I can feel how much.”

That was Sam, the middle brother. His fingers were deep in her cunt, doing incredible things inside her. His long, educated, talented fingers. He was the tallest of the three, and his cock was the longest, too. Not that they’d lined their cocks up for her to measure or anything, and not that the other two were lacking in that department either. But oh yeah, Sam had length to spare.

Paul, the youngest brother, lifted his mouth off her breasts. “This will be the best sex of your life. We’ll make you come again and again and again. Say the words, beautiful lady. Say we can fuck you now.”

Chevaunne’s hormones and libido were in overdrive. She’d never been so aroused in her life before. Sam’s fingers tormented her pussy. Jim’s were teasing her anus, slipping inside every now and then to rub the tissues of her walls, softening and loosening her muscles there. She knew what he had in mind and wanted him in there. And Paul’s mouth was doing amazing things to her breasts and belly.

If it wasn’t for the fact they still had her wrists bound and tied to the headboard of the bed, she might have forgotten that they’d kidnapped her. She had no idea where she was, as she’d been brought here inside a delivery truck with no windows. Paul had been the driver, and Jim and Sam had explained a few things about them and that they all wanted to marry her. But hell, she had no way of knowing this wasn’t some weird cult, and she was agreeing to be a sex slave. How could one woman marry three men? Those religions when one man had several wives, they weren’t actually legal here, were they?

Jim held her face between his two strong, tanned hands. He tilted her chin up and possessed her mouth. It was the hottest kiss she’d ever had. He seemed to draw her entire mind and spirit out with his teasing, probing tongue. He stroked the insides of her cheeks, as his tongue danced with hers. He rimmed her teeth, and then he thrust his tongue hard and deep into her mouth, pulling all her air, her breath, her life force from her.

When they broke apart, she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs. “Say yes,” he whispered into her ear as he licked and nibbled on the rim of it.

“Say yes,” added Paul after he licked a line around the undersides of both breasts.

“Say yes,” said Sam, curling his fingers up to stroke over her sweet spot then biting her clit gently.

“Yes!” she screamed as she orgasmed hard over his fingers and harder still as Jim thrust a second finger into her ass, stroking the walls drawing her climax out harder and longer.

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

http://berengariabrown.webs.com/