Thursday, February 23, 2012

Naughty Author with a Wicked New Release!!



 
The Evolution Of A Naughty Mind By Guest Author Mia Ashlinn

Psst. Hey, you! Yeah, you. Don’t think I can’t see you hiding behind the computer screen. Come over here. I have a confession I want to make before I change my mind.

(Dramatic pause)

Here it is—I’m an over-thinker. (gasps) What a shock! The world will now come to an end because I admitted to being an over-the-top, analytical diva. Oops, I don’t think I mentioned that I was over-the-top or a diva. Well, that is another story for another day.

So, what does my confession have to do with ménages, you ask? Patience, my friends. We’ll get there in a minute.

First, we must get back to my personality kink or quirk or whatever you want to call it. I like kink so we will stick with that. My kink has been known to give me a stress-induced migraine. Spending an hour—yes, a full sixty minutes—to decide what to cook or where to go isn’t my idea of a good time. It’s a real pain. But, sometimes, my overzealous thinking helps me discover things about myself that I never even suspected, and my ménage fantasies are one of those things.



Okay. I’m getting ahead of myself—not that it’s the first time that has ever happened to me.

Let’s take a short trip back in time. I’m thinking three years should do it. At that point in my life, I hadn’t even heard of a ‘menage á trios’. If someone had walked up to me on the street and said, “ménage”, I would have probably responded, “Huh? What are you talking about? I don’t speak French!”

If you need to laugh, feel free. It won’t hurt my feelings a bit.



Now then, let’s fast forward to August of 2010. Just like every day, my daughter took a nap which meant I was bored out of my skull. Trying to amuse myself, I went shopping online. Yes, I am definitely a woman but, keep in mind, I wasn’t shopping for clothes, shoes, or even purses. I was shopping for something better—books!

Going to a well-known bookstore, I looked for something new to read. I had grown tired of reading the same old things so I was searching for something different. Randomly, I found the erotic romance section where I discovered books on what…You guessed it—ménages! After my eyes bugged out and my jaw hit the floor, I bought a copy. Over the next few days, I waited anxiously for Mr. Good-Looking Delivery Man to arrive. As soon as he appeared at my door, I greedily snatched the book from him and ran back into my house.

When I finished, that pesky thinking started. What happened to Cole (I chose a random name to protect the identity of the actual character and because I don’t actually remember his name)? Why did he have to end up alone? Didn’t he care that they abandoned him?



With those thoughts in my head, I went shopping again at the same bookstore and found a ménage with a happy ending for everyone. Yet again, I waited not-so-patiently and, when it arrived, I devoured the novel. By the end of this story, I knew ménages were my ultimate fantasy. More than one man devoted to a woman in every way possible. How would I not desire that?



And, of course, my mind started racing. Predictable, huh? This ménage had a happily ever after, but it still needed something. I just didn’t know what. Instead of letting my head ask the questions, I told my heart to do the talking. Within seconds, my heart whispered, Why don’t the men love each other, too?

This time, I decided to use my dear friend, Google. After typing in ménage, what did I find? Siren Bookstrand. (The Hallelujah chorus plays) They had exactly what I had been searching for, and I am guilty of going on a shopping spree. My poor book budget.



After reading those, the thinking cycle began again. I promise this is the last time (for now). You want to write a book, right? Books are fantasies, right? A ménage is your ultimate fantasy, right? Why don’t you write a ménage?

If only my journey started there…



Months passed before I gathered enough courage to start writing “Destined To Be Three”. It wasn’t like this was the first time I had tried to write, but none of the stories had clicked with me—not the way ménages did. So, when I sat down to plot, the characters and I bonded instantly. They were my friends, and I was their storyteller. The story came to life, and I was left with a happy heart and a naughty mind.






Mia Ashlinn lives in East Tennessee with her wonderful, loving husband and their drama queen daughter. She loves to read anything she can get her hands on and cook whatever crazy recipe comes to her mind. Mia’s debut book, Destined To Be Three, releases today. This is the first story in the Sweet Serenity series published by Siren.



Blurb:

Seeking change, Jaycee Dalton takes a huge gamble with a life-altering game of “Truth or Dare.”

Jaycee’s innocuous dare lands her on the doorstep of a mysterious fortune teller who throws her a curveball that shakes her to the core: The two loves of her life are coming for her. She wanted change, and she was about to get it.

Grayson Blakemore and Cade McCoy have a love that most people only dream of, but they are missing one pivotal piece - Jaycee. Tired of living half lives, Gray and Cade concoct a scheme with her friends to win her back.

Shamelessly exploiting the dare she is taking, Gray and Cade kidnap Jaycee and prove that love is more than just playing sexy games. When Jaycee discovers their devious plot, will she feel betrayed or will she turn the tables on them and play a game of her own?


Adult Excerpt:

Sitting back in his chair, Gray watched Cade stand up and skirt around the kitchen table before kneeling at his feet. Cade smiled up at him naughtily and said, “Breakfast time.”

Cade unsnapped Gray’s jeans then lowered the zipper and parted the material. With a lick of his lips, Cade pulled Gray’s engorged cock out of his pants and guided it to his mouth. He sucked the head of Gray’s dick inside, twirling his tongue around it.

Gray groaned as Cade’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “I thought you were hungry, damn it.”

Cade smiled around Gray’s cock and nodded his head.

“Well, so am I,” Gray ground out in frustration. He pushed his painfully hard cock all the way into Cade’s sweltering mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, until the head pressed against the soft spot at the back of his throat. Gray grabbed Cade’s head in a firm grip, denying him any movement. He pulled out of Cade’s wet mouth then slid back in.

Cade cupped Gray’s balls and rolled them in one hand while his other hand dropped between his own legs to palm his jean-covered cock. He moaned around Gray’s dick, the vibrations driving Gray closer to the edge.

Blood pounded through Gray’s veins, racing through his body and heading straight for his throbbing cock. His hips turned into pistons, allowing him to plunge faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He face fucked his lover ruthlessly until his dick swelled, nearly doubling in size. A tingle ran down his spine and his balls drew up, ready for an explosive release.

“Oh, hell,” Jaycee gasped from the doorway with a mischievous smile. She dropped a bag of groceries on the tile and sauntered toward them, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took.

Jaycee touched Gray’s bicep, coasting her hand up his arm to his shoulder. She moved in behind his chair and leaned down, kissing the side of his neck sweetly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest, kneading his muscles as she went.

Nibbling Gray’s flesh, Jaycee made a pathway to his ear. “It’s fucking hot to watch Cade suck your cock. It makes me so damn horny,” she whispered sultrily, pausing long enough to lick the shell of his ear with her soft tongue. “If one of you touched my pussy right now, I would come fast and hard—like Cade is about to make you.”

Gray groaned and gripped Cade’s reddish-colored hair tightly in his fist, using the strands to angle his head back. His hips surged forward burying his cock deep inside Cade’s mouth and he came with a shout as his body jerked. His cum burst from his dick, flooding Cade’s sexy mouth.

Cade closed his forest-green eyes and licked his lips. “Mmmm.”

Blowing in Gray’s ear, Jaycee murmured, “He loves your cum, Gray. It tastes so fucking good.” She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I love the way it feels in my mouth.”

Gray turned his head and kissed Jaycee quickly but hungrily. Ripping his defiant lips from hers, he growled, “You’re so spanked.”

Jaycee grinned wickedly and said, “You’re so fucked.”

Gray shook his head in amusement, pulling his softened cock from Cade’s mouth. He bent over and kissed Cade, tasting the mixture of his cum with the natural flavor of Cade’s mouth. He covered Cade’s hand with his own, grinding the palm against the hard ridge of Cade’s cock.

“Fuck.” Cade hissed and shuddered as he orgasmed, his cum wetting the front of his jeans.

Jaycee strolled around the chair, glancing at Gray’s already-rebounding cock then the damp spot on Cade’s jeans. “My turn, boys,” she purred and stripped off her clothes.

Gray and Cade got to their feet, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and aroused.

A very nude, very sexy Jaycee swept all the cups and plates on the table onto the floor then crawled on top of it. Turning, she faced them and opened her legs.

“See how wet I am for you two?” She sighed, dipping her finger into her cunt then pulling it right back out. She held her hand up where they could see her wet finger perfectly.

“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray growled, advancing on her.

Cade moved around the other side and climbed onto the table behind her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips descending to the curve of her neck. Pressing small kisses to her skin, Cade’s arms snaked around her chest, and he palmed her breasts.

She arched her back with a moan. “Cade.”

Gray closed in on her, capturing her wrist and pulling it toward his awaiting mouth. Without taking his eyes off her face, he licked her juices off her finger, one swipe at a time.

She whimpered, her eyes locked to his lips. “Gray.”

“We’re hungry, sweetheart,” Gray told her, watching as her eyes widened. “Feed us.”

Instead of letting her ask, he led her hand between her gorgeous legs and placed it on her pussy. “Fuck yourself,” he ordered gruffly. “We want you for dessert.”

Cade lifted up, looking over her shoulder, without releasing her breasts from his hands. “I love dessert, darlin’.”

Jaycee leaned back into Cade with a sigh and shoved two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Thrusting her hand in and out, she finger fucked herself urgently.

Within seconds, her body tightened up and her eyes closed, concentration etched on her face.

“Stop,” Gray commanded gutturally.

Immediately, she stopped and opened her eyes slowly, revealing the lusty blue depths. “I was so fucking close, Gray.”

“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Gray whispered soothingly. “Give me your hand.”

She held her hand out to him, and he clasped it with a smile, moving it to her shoulder. He and Cade lowered their mouths, each of them sucking one finger inside. At the same time, Gray plunged three fingers inside her slick pussy.

Jaycee screamed.

6 comments:

Juniper Bell said...

Congratulations on your first release, Mia! And thanks for sharing your evolution of naughty. I love it. Your book sounds great, looking forward to it!

Stacey said...

Woo-hoo!

So happy for you!

MiaAshlinn said...

Hey Juniper! Thank you for your sweet words. This blog was a blast to write. I tend to be a Chatty Cathy so I always love having the chance to blog. Getting to talk about my naughtier side was a huge bonus! :)

Stacey! Thank you so much for everything! You are absolutely wonderful! :)

Georgia said...

loved the excerpt! Nice way to start the weekend ;)

MiaAshlinn said...

Thank you Georgia! I hope you have a great weekend! :)

Unknown said...

loved the excerpt and i look forward to reading the rest of the book.

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