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Blurb:
Jilly Reimers wants love but
can't find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers
from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris
Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but
is unsure how.
With Christmas just around the
corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking
Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up.
But when the guys show up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the
only one happy about it is Jilly.
Their consultant, called an
Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she's
certain they'll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a
very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?
A
Siren Erotic Romance
[Ménage
Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Excerpt:
Jilly idly twirled a
lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward,
but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d
freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know
him a little better, now that they were alone.
Unlike Chris S.,
Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken
a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were
on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better
perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do
that to a person.
She looked at him
again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale
like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and
planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension
between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.
Golden and sun-kissed
like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in
Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same
time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She
glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail.
It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a
gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too
thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent
added to his raw sexiness.
Whereas Chris S. was
the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light
brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color
of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football
team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive
edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on
a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.
Either way, she knew
she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine
called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift
anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on
the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue.
She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.
Wearing some
leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt
overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the
schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from
her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that
department either.
This date should
have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.
She let out a long
sigh.
“Did you say
something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.
“I was just thinking
how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?
“It is. I’ve never been
to a place quite like this.”
“Love Play has quite
a reputation.”
“You’ve used it
before?” He perked up, facing her.
Heat burned her
cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”
“So have you been
married?” he asked.
“No.”
“Neither have I.
Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know.
Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”
“For me they’re
defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of
her ex-boyfriend.
“What do you mean?”
“My relationships,
they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they
seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get
together.”
He shook his head.
“Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around
those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a
man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.
“Maybe.”
“So tell me,” he
said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”
Again, her face
flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed
to her cheeks.
“Yes. But according
to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it
too. Right?”
He chuckled. “I see
he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression
became serious. “Do you think me odd?”
“No. I’m glad we
share that desire.”
ADULT
EXCERPT:
Chris S. slipped her
undies over her round hips. They slid down her baby-like skin, exposing her
shaved mound. More blood flowed to his dick, making whimper.
“God,” he said,
fighting tears.
Through gritted his
teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced himself to maintain control. It was
getting to be damn near impossible. Everything about her was fucking
outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He was ready to fill her pussy with
his thick, hard dick.
He slid his finger
into the folds of her wet interior. The thin crease surrounded by supple labia
oozed moisture from her tight and tiny hole. He slid a finger inside her hole,
and her taut muscles quivered at his touch.
“You want it?” he
asked.
She moaned “yes”
before being silenced by the other Chris’s mouth. He inched her legs apart.
Moving in just right, he tasted her. Explosions went off in his brain. She was
pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his
tongue in and out of her tight hole, he held her still, allowing her juices to
saturate his mouth.
Lifting her legs, he
opened her wider, curling her upward, burying his face in her mound. His
breaths increased as his heart rate grew frantic. His hard dick, standing at
full scale attention, threatened to bust a nut if he didn’t stop.
Pulling away, he set
her down gently. “Got to go get a condom.”
The other Chris
looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he felt.
She swallowed,
seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”
The time for being
cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted and less suave, he dashed toward it,
finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the entire lot, along with a bottle of
lubricating gel, he opened the box and pulled out two, handing one to Chris and
keeping the other for himself. Setting it aside, he removed his shorts,
exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool air. He grimaced as he slid the latex
over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that would only be relieved by what Jilly
had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which had the scent of strawberries, onto
his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his condom-wrapped rod with the smooth,
thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand gave him some relief, albeit short.
“Me first,” he said,
climbing onto the bed.
Calming himself, he
lay down beside her and turned her on her side. Wrapping his arms around her,
he pulled her close. He spread her legs apart as she tilted her pelvis back.
She melded her body to his. There was so much of her he wanted, not only her
body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her heart.
He took a hand and
placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he pushed inside. He grunted and made himself
hold back, lest he spill at that moment.
She was so tight. No
doubt about it. This was going to be a short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside
of her, stopping at the root. His balls drew in tight. He shifted her close and
moved in and out slowly. Each movement became stronger as his control slipped.
He needed the release, the kind that would give his aching balls sweet relief.
Back and forth his hips moved inside her. She wriggled and moaned in response.
Their mouths met briefly, tongues swirling, causing his stomach and heart to
flutter. He increased his thrusts. Finding his target, she keened her delight.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Don’t stop.”
She pushed her ass
toward him.
“Baby, I’m going to
come.”
“Come, honey. Come.”
He grunted, harder
and harder. Sliding his hand down to her hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting
increased. Pressure built up behind his eyes, his mind went blank as everything
in the world seemed to fall away. He couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he
pushed, holding her firm and tight.
With light speed, he
cried out, “God!” His hips bucked upward while cum poured out of him.
Slightly dizzy, he
held onto her before letting her go. “Are you all right?”
Her kiss eased the
butterflies threatening to kill the moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed,
relieved. He gazed into her eyes. Instantly he felt the completed connection
he’d sensed along. She was the one. And he saw that she felt it too.
* * * *
Jilly recovered her
breath as Chris P. gathered her up into his arms. His musky scent was so spicy
and inviting. She buried her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck.
She was ready.
“On your back,” he
said, holding her.
She nodded.
“Tell me if I’m
hurting you,” he said, whispering in her ear.
From her tall
Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave her. Trust welled up within her
heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Placing her on back
like she weighed nothing but a feather, he positioned himself on top of her. A
lock of his blond hair obscured his face. She opened her legs. She felt his
solid, round tip prod her hole. Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw
strength causing her pussy to clench. Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his
thick and meaty cock. She cried out along with him. He braced himself.
COLD
WARRIORS
Left in cryogenic stasis for
nearly a century, Caitlin Driskoll is awakened and drafted into a war she knows
nothing about. Expected to defend a world where her kind is despised and
expendable, she discovers love and respect from the one man who can’t be associated
with her.
Lieutenant Colonel Medoro Keegan
has spent a lifetime in the Marines. With no family to speak of, the Corps and
his ship, the USS Blanchard, are all the loved ones he needs…until Caitlin
sparks a fire within, that threatens to consume him if he doesn’t walk away.
Will he choose a life of
certainty in the only world he knows or give it all to Caitlin and run the risk
of losing someone, yet again?
About
Clare:
Clare Dargin is an author of
Science Fiction and Romance and has been writing stories all of her life before
being published in 2007. She’s a great fan of the two genres and loves
promoting them.
An educator by profession, she
possesses a Bachelor’s Degree in English from a major mid-western university.
She presently resides in the Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to
include non-fiction, historical romance, and contemporary novels.
Find
Clare Here
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