When I write menage, and I write a lot of it, I can only write M/F/M+. There can be no other woman in the bedroom and not even bi-sexual men. That's because I tend to get jealous when reading/writing romance. I want the heroine to be the center of attention, no competition in the bedroom. All the men, whether 2, 3, 4 or more, cowboys or shifters, need to dote over her, pleasure her, love her. Only her. They don't have to be brothers, though I'm fond of writing brotherly menages, but they have to be 100% into the heroine. As a woman, reading these sextreme fantasies are an escape, a chance to put myself in the heroine's shoes while I read (or write).
Yeah, I'm a jealous b*&ch!
My new series, Ride 'em Hard, debuts this coming week. The first installment is HARDCORE COWBOYS. The second book, CORRALLING THE CITY GIRL, will follow soon after.
Wanna win a copy?
Let me know the the sex toy used in the excerpt below (and name/email) in the comments. I'll pick a winner Monday morning for an ARC of Hardcore Cowboys. If you already have it, you can choose a book from my backlist.
AVAILABLE: Wednesday, August 17th
This new release is offered at a 10% discount until August 24th.
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, BDSM, sex toys]
Samantha has one week off work to explore the country, never expecting a snowstorm to nearly take her life. Nor does she expect to find love and salvation with the three Carson brothers. Her cowboy saviors have no problem sharing, pulling her deeper into their world of erotic pleasures each day she remains on their ranch.
Wyatt and his twin brothers, Cord and Val, need inspiration in the worst way. When Samantha comes into their lives, she gives them a purpose and fulfills all their desires. There's no way they can let her return to the city. But can they convince the independent brunette to let them take care of her—forever?
“Now lie on your back and reach your arms above your head.”
Samantha complied, the cool coverlet chilling her back, making her nipples pebble. Cord knew what he was doing, tying her wrists in gentle but firm knots before securing them to the headboard. Yes. This was exactly what she craved—to be dominated by her cowboys.
The bed dipped as Val sat on the opposite side. She turned her head to see Cord’s mirror image staring back at her with a naughty smirk. He held up a pink rubber toy, no doubt the butt plug Wyatt warned her about.
“Thought you’d like the color.” Val winked and then applied lube over the rounded tip. “Shift to your side, darlin’.”
She twisted awkwardly with her arms stretched and secured above her head. Cord held one of her cheeks apart as Val pressed the cool, moist end of the toy against her ass. Her breathing picked up, not knowing what to expect. She dare not ask questions and break the rules, not when she was desperate for an orgasm. Many orgasms.
Val twisted the butt plug into her ass with slow, consistent pressure. Wyatt was still standing at the end of the bed watching. His muscled shoulders were so broad. She wanted to grab hold while he fucked her raw. The dark lust in his eyes promised hours of depraved pleasure.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Val kissed her shoulder blade. “That’ll prepare you for later.” He playfully slapped her butt before slipping off the bed. She rolled to her back, cringing when the plug shifted inside her.
“I’ve dreamed of these tits.” Cord leaned over and sucked her breast into his warm, hot mouth. It felt like heaven. Her stomach rumbled and he heard, pulling free from her breast. “Hungry?” He frowned and jerked his head to his twin.
Val returned with some of the food from the buffet. Cord held her head up slightly, and Val slipped sweet, plump blueberries into her mouth, one at a time. The act of feeding her was sensual, loving, erotic.
“Not too much. You’ll get a stomachache once we start fucking you,” said Cord.
Wyatt passed him something out of her sight, and then Cord trailed a brush down her center from her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to her clit. She could smell the deep, rich scent of chocolate. He twirled the brush around her clit, teasing her hypersensitive bud. When he brought a chocolate-covered thumb to her mouth, she eagerly sucked on it, savoring the flavor and the illicit act.
“What’s your favorite thing besides that old mare of yours, Cord?” asked Val.
He narrowed his hypnotizing blue eyes at her like a wild animal about to strike, his thumb still between her lips. “Chocolate.”
How would she ever survive the night? Cord started at her neck, licking and sucking, hitting every hypersensitive nerve on his descent to her breasts. But he never tended to her aching nipples, only slid his firm tongue down her center, following the trail of melted chocolate. She squealed when he passed her stomach, the tickly sensation making her squirm, but she stifled the sound as soon as it escaped her lips. Immediately, she turned to Wyatt, still rooted in place. Was that a scowl or was she just paranoid?
She knew where Cord was heading next. Her cunt burned and ached, and they’d only just begun. She wanted to be filled but knew they’d only deny her if she spoke up and asked for what she needed. When his tongue met her clit, she bolted upright, arching into his face. Her body had a mind of its own, her nerves and tense muscles controlling the woman.
“She’s ripe,” said Val as Cord continued to eat her pussy.
She tugged on her binds, desperate for a respite from his wicked tongue, but he didn’t even give her time to catch her breath. The exquisite torture continued on and on and on, as if he wanted her to submit, wanted her to break the rules.
“No more!” she cried. As soon as she closed her mouth, her eyes darted to Wyatt. He had a smirk on his previously stoic face, and he left the room briefly before returning. Uh-oh. “You set me up, Cordell Carson!”
He rose to his knees and licked his thick lips, glistening from her natural juices. With his golden tan, his blue eyes were so much more dominant on his face, his hair naturally highlighted with new blond streaks. So handsome. So tempting. And she had an identical copy of him for her enjoyment, and Wyatt. “Someone had to get the party started.”
“Roll her over.” That smooth, deep voice rolled straight down her body, settling between her legs. Wyatt held something in his hand, but before she could get a good look, Cord flipped her to her stomach. “Naughty, naughty, Samantha. Whatever should I do with you?”
“You ran away from us, but you’re never going to do that again, are you?”
She shook her head, not sure if she was allowed to answer or not.
“That’s right, you won’t. And for all the suffering you put me through, you’ll be punished.” Wyatt held up his choice weapon—a leather-covered paddle. She could see the excitement glittering in his eyes. What she really wanted was his big, strong hand, like last time.
“Put us through,” Cord added. They all wanted to punish her?
She braced for the impact of the tool on her rear, but she was surprised to get a gentle hand warming circles over her skin instead. When the hand moved, the paddle came down. Something about the sound of the contact, the fleshy, solid impact was exquisite to her ears. The vibration traveled straight to her already stimulated clit. The sequence continued, harder, a mix of pain and pleasure—nothing she couldn’t handle, nothing she didn’t want.
When Val kissed her cheek, he gave her a warning. “Get ready, sweetheart. I doubt you’ll be able to keep quiet for long with this turned on.” He flicked something on the butt plug, and it began to vibrate. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. The sheer intensity drove her mad.