Thanks so much for having me
on your blog J
Let’s
Get it On was one of those stories that kept on growing and growing, and
morphed into something completely different from what I first had in mind.
Two
hot, dominant brothers who both want the same woman... Yeah, Lily didn't stand
a chance, really. Don't be fooled by the title, though. Yes, there is an awful
lot of hot sex in this story, but it's also a story about three people falling
in love, and learning to trust again. Not easy for either one of them. There
are lots of obstacles they have to overcome to make this unusual relationship
work, especially when Lily's ugly past rears its head.
Love
conquers all, however, and Lily finds true peace in her submission to her men.
Blurb:
[Ménage Amour: Erotic
Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play,
erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]
When Lily Jephson falls asleep
at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother.
Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but
respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?
Cyrus Cooper loves to play
games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit.
Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily
than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.
However, when it becomes
apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind
by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than
a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship
should be like.
Lily thrives under their
combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in
danger.
She has never needed her Sirs more.
Story Excerpt:
Damn the man. All
conscious thought fled Lily’s brain when Sloan grabbed her and kissed her, as
though it was his god-given right to do so. She was angry at him, wasn’t she?
At both of them, yet her body wasn’t listening. No, her traitorous hormones
just screamed their delight and with both of his hands anchored in her hair, he
held her still and ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth with breathtaking
intensity that meant she opened to him without any conscious effort at all.
Sloan grunted his
approval and slipped his tongue into her mouth with devastating results.
Surrounded by him, drinking in his scent, the very essence of him as she kissed
him back, she fisted her hands in his tee and simply melted into him, while
raising herself on tip toes to get closer. She was dimly aware of a second pair
of hands settling on her hips and the heat at her back, as Cyrus stepped so
close that she could feel the solid evidence of his erection nudging her ass.
Cyrus groaned into her neck, and then her hair fell free around her shoulders,
and Sloan released her mouth slowly.
“Look at me,
baby.”
Her eyes fluttered
open to find him smiling down at her, his oh-so-talented lips a whisper’s
breath away from hers.
“I would never
tell you how to live your life, but I agree with Cyrus. You don’t have to live
on that estate anymore, unless you want to, of course.” She blinked when he
released her and Cyrus too stepped away. Bereft of their combined body heat,
she shivered and rubbed her exposed arms. Her emotions were all over the place
and these two confused the hell out of her with their actions.
“I don’t like you
living there, pet, that’s all.”
Lily’s stomach
hollowed out hearing that term and the wave of longing that shook her took her
breath away. If only she was his, both of theirs. It would feel so good to not
have to worry constantly, to know there was someone there to take care of her,
to catch her when she fell. Old demons were hard to shake off, however, and she
shook her head.
“I can take care
of myself,” she said and Sloan sighed.
“Of course you
can, but why not let us make it easier for you? No demands, no strings, just—”
“Just two Doms
showing you what it really should be like.” Cyrus cut in, and Lily sat down
with a thump, as her legs gave up the fight to support her. That sounded way
too tempting.
“Both of you, as
in together?” Lily was well aware that her voice had risen to an almost
hysterical shriek, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Cyrus’s hands
settled on her shoulder and Sloan got to his haunches in front of her and
cupped her face in one of his large hands.
“Yes, that’s
exactly what I’m saying, if you’re willing to take a chance on us. I realize
I’ve been a right ass over this, but I promise I’ll do better. Your job is
still yours, of course. I don’t want to lose you either way. Even if you reject
me or Cyrus, or both of us, your job is safe.”
Tears filled
Lily’s eyes and she hastily blinked them away.
“But you said—”
“Forget what I
said, please. It was a stupid knee jerk reaction. You’re nothing like Annabel.
You’re sweet and kind, and I drove myself round the fucking bend last night
with that thought that I would never see you again, or worse, that you’d go off
with Cy and I’d completely blown things between us. Forgive me, please.”
He smiled at her
and Lily couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“There’s nothing
to forgive, Sir, not really.”
Sloan blew out a
breath and kissed her nose.
“Right, well, now
that’s cleared up, I suggest you get your sweet little tush back out front and
help Martha. She’s on her own and I know she needs to leave early again to see
her daughter at the hospital.”
The abrupt change
in his demeanor made Lily blink and when he straightened back up again her
mouth went dry at seeing the bulge in his jeans. Sloan laughed and cupped her
chin to make her look up at him.
“Don’t you worry
about that. I meant what I said. Neither Cy or I will force you into anything.”
Cyrus swore behind
her as though he didn’t agree with this plan at all, and Lily had to smile.
“Think about it, and let us know what you decide, pet.”
Warmth suffused
her when he added that last word, and Sloan ran his thumb over her kiss-swollen
lips. His blue eyes darkened and Lily knew her panties would be soaked through
by now. God, if they chose to fuck her right here, right now, she wouldn’t
object, far from it, but Sloan was right. She needed to think this through
properly, and she couldn’t think straight when she was this close to both of
them. They stole her air and her very will to be anything other than what they
wanted her to be.
It took her right
back to the days when Master had been pleased her with her and she had existed
solely for his will. There was such peace in that act, she hadn’t realized how
much she had missed it, craved it even, deep down in her psyche, and these two
could give her that.
No, she didn’t
want the overwhelming intensity of what she had experienced under Master. She
never, ever wanted to lose herself so completely again, but to let go for just
a few precious hours was oh so tempting.
On jelly-like
legs, she struggled to her feet and nodded her agreement.
“I best get back
to work then.”
Sloan nodded his
approval and Cyrus stopped her with her fingers on the door handle.
“Don’t take too
long to give us that answer, girl. I’m not as patient as him.”
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find
Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace
and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy
tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they
get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love
stories are guaranteed.
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