Jane's brand new series!
[Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, werewolves, vampires, bondage, spanking, food play, sex toys, HEA]
Kelly Sims wishes for love, but concentrates on her work as a freelance writer. Assigned to write about Passion, Colorado’s first art festival, she’s thinking it’ll be an easy assignment.
Damon Darrington and his brother, Jude, survived the Civil War, but they’re changed forever when a vampire and werewolf duo attack them. Losing control of their inner demons once was enough, and they’ve vowed to never put anyone’s safety at risk again. Years later, Riker Whitfield, the werewolf who changed Damon, finds him and asks his forgiveness. Since Riker was under the vampire’s spell, Damon forgives him, and the men forge a fast friendship.
When the trio meets Kelly, they know they’ve found the one woman they can all share. But a jealous female vampire is out to take Kelly’s place. They’ll fight with claws and fangs to save her, but will they reach her in time?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Riker lifted the other container of lemonade. “I thought you might be getting thirsty, so I picked up a drink for you. Pardon me for being considerate of your needs.”
Damon’s dark eyes flashed. “Like you were considerate of my needs on the road to Atlanta?”
Riker’s good mood vanished even as he saw the regret in Damon’s face. “As I’ve said a thousand times and will no doubt say a thousand times more, I’m forever sorry that I’m the one who cursed you.”
Damon took the drink. His anger was gone, replaced by a remorseful expression. He glanced around at the people beginning to draw closer to his tent and dropped his voice. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I brought that up again. I know you were under the vampire’s spell and were only carrying out his command.”
“It’s all right. I don’t blame you for holding a grudge. What person wouldn’t?” Obviously his friend wasn’t himself, and he knew why. He followed Damon’s gaze in the direction the beautiful woman had gone. She was enough to throw any man for a loop. Still, he wished Damon hadn’t brought up the subject.
He doubted Damon would ever truly get over what he’d done to him. Yet no matter how long it took, he’d keep trying to make amends.
Riker could still see the terror in Damon’s eyes the night the vampire Harland D’Lecro ordered him to kill the Southerner returning home from the war. If D’Lecro hadn’t been busy changing Jude into a vampire, he would’ve noticed that Riker hadn’t killed Damon and had instead allowed him to live, thus changing him forever. If D’Lecro had known, Riker would have lain lifeless at his feet along with Jude’s and Damon’s dead bodies.
“I’m sorry, Riker. You were under D’Lecro’s control. I’m just happy you had enough strength to disobey him and let me live.”
Riker patted Damon on the back. “You’re a good friend, and I’m glad I found you. Both you and Jude.”
After D’Lecro’s return to the ground, dealt by another vampire the day after they’d attacked the Darrington men, Riker had found himself a free man, albeit one that was still a werewolf shifter. It took him years, all the money he’d taken from D’Lecro’s vast estate, and a slew of private investigators to locate the brothers. He’d finally found them in the early 1950s, living as two bachelors in New York City and trying to blend in with the human population.
The memory of the day he’d knocked on Damon Darrington’s front door was imbedded in his mind. Ready to lay down his life to repay Damon for the horror he’d done to him, Riker had been surprised and more than grateful when Damon had refused to take his life in retribution. Instead, over time and with his continued efforts to befriend them, the brothers had accepted him as a business partner and, more importantly, as a friend.
From New York City, the threesome traveled the country, never staying for more than a year in any given town. It was better to not have roots than to have someone discover their secrets. Then, a couple of years ago, they happened on the small, eclectic town of Passion, Colorado, and decided to test fate by settling down. So far, their secrets had remained hidden. Even their taste in sharing women had stayed buried.
Now that the tension had dissipated between them, Riker couldn’t help but get back to the topic of the beautiful woman. “So? Who is she, and why haven’t you told me about her before now? Are you keeping a woman all to yourself?”