Spotlighting - Lynne St. James - Her New Book EMBRACING HER DESIRES

Hello all you wonderful greedy people who decided to stop by again!!!!  Did I tell you that you might actually have to read this part of the blog to answer the question for the raffle?  Well you might.....Anyway, today we have the delightful author Lynne St. James with us!  She is the one who brought us the enchanted land of Anamchara.  Since she dropped by of course we are starting with the obligatory question:

If you had to choose to give up one, which would it be, chocolate or sex?

Chocolate damn it.

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
I live in the mostly sunny state of Florida with my husband, two dogs and two cats. I work in the Internet Technology industry and love to escape to the worlds of my creation.  When I'm not working, I'm writing, reading, taking pictures and sometimes cooking.

If I had my way I’d travel all over the world and set a new book in each place I visited.  Maybe someday!

I'm addicted to coffee and if I'm not at my desk you can usually find me hovering over my Keurig coffee maker waiting for the next cup.

I have three books in my Vampires of Eternity Series published with Siren Bookstrand.  Anamchara, is my new series, and it is published with JK Publishing.

Why did you choose to write erotica?

I didn’t really choose it—more like it chose me. I had a story to tell and it ended up being erotic romance.  There’s just no arguing with my characters they know what’s right.

Can you tell us about your first date with your husband?

I went to his house and we had wine and watched the movie “Fight Club.” I know, not very romantic but something clicked that night for both of us.

Do you fall in love with the characters you write?

Always, they are a part of me when I’m writing their story.  If I didn’t love them how would anyone else love them?

Where do you get the ideas to develop your characters?

Again, it’s not really me who has the ideas for the characters.  I get a vague idea for a story and then the characters show up and tell me who they are.  I know it sounds weird, but that’s just how it happens.

What series do you read and can’t wait for the next installment?

There are so many of them, but probably one of the longest running series I wait with bated breath for is Kim Harrison’s Rachel Morgan series. I’m so sad there is only one more book in the series.

Do you have a favorite activity to recharge your batteries before you start a new project?

If possible it’s a day trip somewhere with my camera – usually the beach – to take lots of photographs, the waves, the people, the plants, whatever catches my eye.  Soaking up nature and capturing it for later when I’m inside pouring my guts out into the next book.

Do you ever get angry at the characters you write?

Yes, when they hold out on me.  In Embracing Her Desires, I didn’t know until about 2/3 of the way through the story a major secret and I was pissed that they didn’t tell me.  But it all worked out in the end

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Embracing Her Desires, Anamchara Book 1

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ADULT EXCERPT - EMBRACING HER DESIRES

Cooper chuckled at the look he knew was on Jase’s face.  Sliding into his jeans, he couldn’t get fully dressed until Hope came back down with his shirt.  He carried the mugs into the living room and dropped into one of the wingback chairs leaving the couch for Hope to have some space if she needed it.  He couldn’t be sure if she had any second thoughts.

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting when she came into the library but it certainly wasn’t a black silk robe, loosely tied and barely concealing her breasts.

“Damn, Hope.  You want more already?”

She sauntered over to his chair and half sat on the arm.  Her heated gaze swept over his shirtless body.  With just the tip of her bright red fingernail she traced across his chest and then dragged it over and around his hard nipples. 

Sliding her hand over his taut stomach, she undid his fly and opened his jeans.  The instant her finger touched him his cock jumped to attention and was ready for round two.  As she moved between his legs and slid down to her knees pre-cum formed at the tip of his rigid shaft.  Hazel eyes radiating passion locked with his and she pulled his jeans down his legs.  Hope’s tongue licked from his balls to the tip of his cock, and she lapped up his essence like a cat with a bowl of cream.

She bathed his entire shaft with her tongue and then swallowed him down to his balls until he could feel the head of his dick brushing against the back of her throat.  Through it all she continued to stare into his eyes and Cooper was mesmerized.  Already on the brink, it took all of his willpower to hold off his orgasm. 

“Oh my God, Hope.  Unless you want a mouth full of cum you need to stop.”  Her eyes gleamed at him and the edges of her mouth curved up in what had to be an evil grin, as she increased the suction and even let her teeth drag on the underside of his cock as she bobbed up and down. 

Unable to resist any longer, his head thumped against the back of the chair as his body reverberated with the force of his ejaculation. 

“Shit.  I’ve never come like that.”

Hope licked the last of his cum off her lips and smiled at him like the cat that ate the canary.  “Mmmm…yummy.”  Standing, she kissed him and grabbed her coffee cup taking it with her over to the large bay window. 

The sun shone in through the glass and bathed Hope in a halo of bright light.  A shiver ran down his spine at the ethereal vision.  In that instant he realized they could never let her leave.  Neither he nor Jase would be able to survive without her.  He made a silent prayer to the gods that she’d accept the mating call, but watching her he half expected wings to appear on her back transforming her into an angel who would fly away from them.  Was the house playing games with him or was she a magical being too?  Half werewolf on her father’s side no one knew what her mother was, if anything.  She’d come into town, all hell broke loose and she had run before anyone even knew she was pregnant. 

“Hope, are you okay?  You’re awful quiet, sweetheart.”

“Ahh, I’m sorry.  I guess I was lost in my thoughts”

“Anything you want to share?”

“No, umm maybe,” Hope sighed.  “I don’t know,” she responded with a wry smile.  “I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of a slut for going all sexbot on you.”

“What?”  In two steps Cooper crossed the room and took her into his arms.  “Never.  You were amazing and have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“I don’t know what’s come over me, honestly.  I’m much more reserved usually.”

“Well sometimes things are just right and you have to go with it.  You know?”  Tilting her face up to look at him, he couldn’t resist stealing a kiss.  “You’re an amazing woman, Hope Brooks.”  Before his eyes her cheeks bloomed with a rosy glow.  He was hopelessly lost to her and couldn’t have walked away if his life depended upon it. 

“I guess.  I do like you, there’s something about you and Jase, I don’t know what.  It’s confusing, and well I kind of want you both, which makes absolutely no freakin’ sense to me.  I think I’ve lost my mind.”

“Try not to dwell on it okay?  It’ll probably make more sense soon anyway.  Speaking of that…”

“Yes?”  She still looked a little forlorn to him but he hoped his next statement would bring a smile back to her face.

“How about Jase and I bring dinner over later and we can talk and maybe watch a movie?”

“That sounds wonderful, actually.  Do you even have takeout here?”

Laughing, Cooper grabbed his shirt and slid it back on.  She had dropped it on the chair when she came into the living room.  He’d glanced at his watch and he needed to get to Jase’s so they could have that conference call.  “Yes, we have takeout, they even deliver—well the pizza place and sub shop do.”

Spotlighting DACE EVERAN - And Her Book ROARK'S LEADING LADY

Hi Folks,

I'm excited...(yes I'm excitable, we covered that on my facebook page.)...that Dace Everan is with me on my blog.  She's a great author, and she just finished and published her book, Roark's Leading Lady! I asked her to stop by, because I decided to just make y'all work for that $50 Amazon Gift Card.  You get to enter EVERY SINGLE DAY.  But you have to read through the naughty excerpts that my girls come up with and answer a question...and boy does Dace deliver naughty!!!

So since the title of this blog is Sex or Chocolate, let's get that questions out of the way.
Which is it Dace?  What would you give up if forced?  Sex, or Chocolate?  
Easy, peasy! Chocolate! I enjoy sex entirely too much! Although adding chocolate into the mix is fun

After that, I asked Dace to tell me a little bit about herself, and this is what she had to say:

I am the proud mother of two wonderful children who are soon going to enter the tween years. AAHHH Save me! I started dabbling in writing at a young age. My first story was a twisted story about bunny rabbits and a little girl in a mystical forest, an evil mother who wanted nothing more than rabbit stew. (I was eight) My older sister introduced me to romance novels at the tender age of eleven and I've loved them since.

 I find being able to create a world of wonderful characters an amazing achievement. I had always figured historical romance was where my heart laid, but after reading a few BDSM and erotica e-books. My mind was changed and I have never felt so comfortable in my life than in being able to create wonderful people and bring them together with a little spank and tickle.

 I love Sci-fi and Zombies! Horror flicks and nightmares are a normal for me. I once had a dream about rainbows and sunshine and unicorns and lovey dovey stuff and that scared the hell out of me. Happy dreams are not normal for me. I love music, anything from Never Ending White Lights; White Stripes to Lana Del Ray maybe some Waylon Jennings. I am all over the place in the music. 

Just to make life difficult, I continued to pound her with more questions:

Why did you choose to write erotica?

Like I said above, I enjoy sex. (J  giggles.) In all seriousness I didn’t. I think it chose me. I planned on young adult novels. But I started writing and the next thing you know. I have this amazing story about a young woman named Dania and two men. Whoa! Dania’s Destiny. I wrote it, read it and the butterflies it gave me gave me the gusto to send it out. 

Describe your idea of the perfect first date.

Oh goodness. That would be my first date with my honey bunchers. Getting sling shot fifty feet into the air after a horrifying tornado warning and being kept in the basement of a communiplex until the tornado passed, while attending a local fair.

Do you fall in love with the characters you write?

Yes, I feel like they are extensions of my own family.

Where do you get the ideas to develop your characters?

Oh goodness… tough question. At times it could be from shows. Or I should say the initial thought of them would be from a show, but once I start writing they develop their own selves.

What series do you read and can’t wait for the next installment?

Oh goodness. I would have to say Cherise Sinclair (Sorry Siren sisters) Shadow Land Masters. Although I have just finished Harris Channing’s Goldie and Her Three Bears and want to read more!

Do you have a favorite activity to recharge your batteries before you start a new project?

Work. (My day job) However I haven’t written about some moody mechanics yet is beyond me. Or quirky lube technicians either. J Or now that it’s coming on summer. Gardening, hanging with my kids or losing myself in a re-read of one of my favorite authors book.

Do you ever get angry at the characters you write?

Mmmm, gotta think about this one… Yes. Some choices they make aren’t the best. But I suppose that is only human, right. ( J ) Most times though I cheer them on. They are amazing people who will succeed in all they set out to do!

Roark's Leading Lady (MF)

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Harley will fight Roark all the way. He is too young, one of her...

STORY SYNOPSIS

Roark Hurt will do anything to have Harley Tobor. That includes accepting her the way she is. Cyborg or not.

Harley will fight Roark all the way. He is too young, one of her comrades, and it just wouldn’t work! She’s sure of it! That is until she realises she needs him.

Half robot, half human. How could he possibly want her, let alone proclaim love for her?

STORY EXCERPT

Roark entered the office, offering Laird a friendly smile.

“Afternoon, Roark, how’s Harley? Layle’s been in a tiff since she got off the bench and saw you two gone.”

Roark took a seat reclining back, his arms resting at ease on the thick armrests. “Harley’s good, confused, to say the least,” he replied, taking in his surroundings with a special ops gaze.

Laird nodded, closing the folder in front of him and laying his pen down. “The stubborn ones usually are.” He paused, assessing Roark. “What can I do for you?”

Roark furrowed his brow. It wasn’t his thing to go snooping around about people, but it bothered him how Harley refused to talk about her family. He also knew Laird was the type of man to check everything out. It helped he had a past that was similar to his own. “I want to know who Harley is?” he answered simply.

Laird nodded, a sober look crossing his features. He opened a drawer and pulled out a large manila envelope. “I figured that was what you were coming here for.” He slid the file across the desk. “This stays here,” he informed as Roark picked it up.

Roark shot him a look. “That important to have dirt on people?” he asked.

Laird scoffed. “Don’t insult me, pup.”

Roark pulled out a book, frowning. “A book?” he asked. He looked it over. It looked more like a rough manual of sorts, although a very important one, for a top-secret kind of situation. He looked over the title, a disgruntled look crossing his features as he read, The Emulation of Human Nature. “You’re fucking kidding me,” he grumbled.

Laird shook his head. “No…Harley is a very special woman,” He reclined in his seat folding his hands over his stomach. “I wasn’t sure what I was getting into when I found this bit of information,” He cleared his throat and hoped Roark could comprehend the importance of his words. “I have an idea of who and what is behind why Harley is special.” He leaned forward coming to rest his elbows on his desk. “Take a quick look through. Keep an open mind and remember this is not the person we think it is. As far as I know, she is another version.”

Roark’s top lip twitched. Harley was an experiment? No, couldn’t be! No fucking way he was in love with the world’s first goddamn guinea pig! He looked at Laird, eyes narrowed and shooting daggers. “No.” he sneered. He couldn’t believe it. His Harley was all woman. He scanned through the pages. If this was a copy of Harley, when had Harley been made? Dread cursed through him. His hand shook and he shook his head. This couldn’t be.

Laird nodded. “I had my curiosities when I was at Layle’s. Saw how different Harley was from her. How nothing seemed to stop the girl in her tracks. Shit, in the last three years she’s climbed the ladder faster than any man has. Not that that is bad, just curious.” He straightened out. “I did a check on Layle, another on Harley, and even you when you were at her home.”

Roark grunted. Great, more people knowing about his tainted past.

“You and Harley aren’t so different, Roark.” Laird sat back, pondering the young man. “You were trained from a young age to fight, to survive…Harley was designed to fight, to survive.”

Roark grunted. “She’s not even human!” he uttered. According to the pages in front of him, she wasn’t! She was…a fucking manmade machine with human flesh grown on her. Anger seethed through him. How could anyone do this to his Harley?

 Laird shook his head. “Oh, she’s human. In the aspect that she has flesh and a heart and a brain and all the organs we do. She just has a few more upgrades then we do. If you flip through, you’ll see that she has titanium bone structure. Her flesh is similar to ours, but can repair its self.” He reclined back in his seat. That would be a sight to see, but he wasn’t into slicing and dicing up a woman to see how she worked. “I’ve yet to figure out why she was made. What use they have for her. What her true potential is.”

 Roark looked at him. “Are they watching her now? Is she under surveillance twenty-four-seven? What the fuck is going on here?” His brain spun. This was government based. They had to be watching, recording, keeping stock of their unique experiment.

Laird shrugged. “I honestly can’t answer that. It’s past my level of expertise. As far as I know, she’s not on watch twenty-four-seven. Maybe some sort of monitors on her heart? Her brain waves, maybe.” he shrugged. At this point, it would all be guesses on his part. He had friends looking into it, keeping tabs on her to see if others were watching her, monitoring her in any way.

Roark slumped back, staring at the book, plain black with large white writing. This couldn’t be happening. He knew the government did some crazy shit, but this! This wasn’t even morally right!

ADULT EXCERPT

Harley’s heart pounded in her chest. Shit, he was actually here. She looked at her big, wooden door and bit her lower lip between her teeth. She should just leave him out there. She shouldn’t let him in. This could end badly.

She took a step toward the door, shaking her head. No! She wouldn’t let him in. She wasn’t some desperate woman looking to get her kink on. She grunted and paced one hand on her hip, the other washing through her loose bangs as they settled over her eyes.

Fuck, she needed to hit the salon. Eww, he wanted to get naked with her after months of being on tour and not having the proper facilities to take care of her damn self? Shit, her bush that she usually loved to have completely waxed was fully grown and peeking out of her panties in a wiry thatch that drove her insane, not to mention grossed her out. She had never liked that. She shuddered. And her legs! Oh God, the hair there was probably as long as his!

She couldn’t do this. No way, no how, would she let him see her naked again. Not in this sad state of affairs. She looked at the rattle of the doorknob.

 “You can’t come in here!” she screeched, rushing the door. How stupid of her not to lock the fucking thing.

Roark closed the door and put himself between Harley and it.

She came to a skidding halt and near slammed into him. Her face was flushed, and the little cut-off T-shirt did very little to cover the under swell of her breasts. Her short shorts displayed her muscled thighs, and he fought not to haul her up and slam her against the wall in a deep kiss.

“Get out!” she ordered, taking a step back.

Roark grinned, locking the door and taking a step toward her.

Harley crouched in a defensive position and readied herself for his upcoming assault.

Roark slipped his coat from his broad shoulders and hung it on the freestanding hanger next to him. “Not leaving till you and I have a word, Harley,” he drawled, stalking her.

Harley grunted, backing away from his towering form. Shit, he acted like he belonged in her home. “You brute, back the fuck off or I swear I’ll strike you down.”

Roark stopped, looking her up and down. He assumed on her first swing that tiny shirt would rise and her tit would pop out. His lip curled in a roguish smile. He would take that. He took another step.

Harley lashed out, only to have his hand catch her fist in a tight grip. He lifted her arm easily above her head, and she had to go on tiptoes so he wouldn’t pull her arm from her socket. His other hand reached out and cupped her breasts. Her knees buckled and he caught her in his arms, his mouth slamming to hers in a hungry kiss.

A vase crashed on the floor as he shoved her on top of the island that took up a greater portion of the kitchen area. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him closer, pressing his hard cock against her pussy. Her tongue thrust against his hungrily, and her hands cupped the back of his head and held him in place.

Roark ground his hips against hers and was rewarded with a hungry groan.

Harley pulled her mouth away and nipped at his neck, her hands eagerly pulling at his shirt, pulling until she had it thrown across the room. Her hands started on his belt buckle.

She paused and looked at the thick leather connected to that buckle. Her hands trembled. She looked him in the eyes and stopped. They shouldn’t do this. This was so wrong on so many levels.

Roark shook his head. “Shut those thoughts out, baby,” he coaxed, his mouth nipping her. “We both want this and you know it, baby,” he whispered, shoving his hand down her shorts crudely. His finger delved into her slick folds just to further prove his point.

Harley groaned shaking her head. “Shouldn’t,” she mumbled, unbuckling his buckle.

Roark nodded. “Yes we should,” he hummed, dipping his finger into her hot cunt. His eyes rolled, and a deep groan broke from him at the heat that surrounded his finger.

Harley squeezed the walls of her cunt, gripping his finger. “Now, Roark,” she whimpered. Just a few more strokes and she would come, she was sure of it. It had been too long since she’d had a man. She panted against his neck as his finger fucked her, his thumb working her clit.

She rocked her hips against his hand, grasping at his shoulders as she bucked, her legs tightened on his narrow hips. She could feel his wallet in his back pocket. Shit, he probably had condoms in there. She reached back and slipped it out, opening it.

 “Whatta ya doing?” he uttered, his mouth whispering along her neck.

 “Condom,” she mumbled, opening the folded leather.

 “Left side,” he mumbled, nibbling on her ear, a second finger joining the first.

She shivered. “Oh fuck.”

 The wallet fell to the floor, and her body bowed as an orgasm struck her. A strangled cry ripped from her mouth, and Roark groaned as her cunt pulsed around his fingers.

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Spotlighting ELLE BOON - And Her New Book TWO FOR TAMARA

Hi, It's me Caitlyn again, and if you didn't know that by now, we have a problem. LOL

Today I'm interviewing the lovely and talented Elle Boon.  She's one hell of a woman, which you'll see when you read through her interview...and read her steamy excerpts.  I am so lucky to have her stopping by.  I started by asking her to tell me a little about herself.

(Below is Elle talking now....yes I'm just that snarky)

I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom. I say retired because my youngest is going to be 14 on May 19^th. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life changed I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On that list was to become a published author. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others.

I live in the Midwest, but am a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently and am known to say “bless your heart” a lot. If you know what that means you do not want to be the one I say that too lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class lol.

I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination when it comes to the sex. My hope is that after my reader has read one of my stories they fall in love with my characters.

If you had to choose to give up one, which would it be, chocolate or sex? Oh definitely chocolate *WEG*

Why did you choose to write erotica? That’s easy, I write what I like to read. I honestly tried to write a little tamer thinking I would write what my mom could read, and couldn’t do it. The F word and the descriptive sex scenes just flowed right out.

Describe your idea of the perfect first date.  I'm going to take a little liberty and pretend that the couple know each other, but this is our "first date". He picks me up in his antique muscle car that's been completely redone. He opens the door for me, waits till I'm seated then shuts the door, but not before he get's a little eye full of my exposed thighs in the short black dress I'm wearing. When he starts the engine of the 67 Chevy he revs the motor, but drives with complete control to a very nice restaurant where we enjoy dinner and a drink. We meet up with friends for some dancing at a nice night club, me in my sexy black dress, him in his well cut black slacks and white button down. Throughout the entire evening he talks and listens while I do the same, holds my hand, or when dancing he holds me just right; not too close and not too far away. He's a great dancer, can move as well as Justine Timberlake, but is no pretty boy. When the evening draws to an end we catch a cab home, he tells the cab driver to wait as he walks me to my door.  During the evening the touches had been light, but arousing. However, when he leaned down for a goodbye kiss, I pull him in for a heated one. By the time we pull apart we are both breathing hard, my panties have been in dire need of changing the entire evening, but now they are even worse. His arousal is evident. We set a date for the next night.  

If you’re in a relationship, describe your first date with that person. We actually were set up by my dad, so it was a sort of blind date. We had planned to go out to dinner and a movie, but at the last minute my daughter got sick and her dad brought her home, so instead he (who was the first guy I ever let meet my daughter) ordered pizza and watched Disney movies with a sick two year old. He went home and called me for another date that was 18years ago. See the above and that was our second date :)

Do you fall in love with the characters you write? EVERY Time! And then when I go back and re-read before starting on the next book I fall in love all over again LOL

Where do you get the ideas to develop your characters? I take what I like from several men and build my own fantasy men. All my Ravens are larger than life, including Zeus, but I make them loveable IMO.

What series do you read and can’t wait for the next installment? OH lawd, I read soo many that my auto-buy list is long. I love Sherrilyn Kenyon and can’t wait for her next, Shelly Laurenston is another and JR Ward, Christine Feehan and soo many more, but the most out of the box that surprises most people is my absolute love is Diana Palmer. LOVE HER!

Do you have a favorite activity to recharge your batteries before you start a new project? Reading. That is it. I spend time with my family. We go to the movies almost every weekend. I love to shop, almost like an addiction. I’m a total Coach snob and I am not afraid to admit it. I say that because hubby will say what will you do for that bag? Those things will end up in a book only without us adding a third or anything illegal lol.

Do you ever get angry at the characters you write? Not yet, they’ve been very cooperative so far LOL

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Two for Tamara (MFM)

Rafe Blackstone and Vin Thorn had been best friends for thousands of years. They were part of an elite group called the Ravens of War, and were made up of twelve men created by Zeus. When they were no longer needed on Olympus, they’d been sent to Earth to find happiness, and hopefully their Fated.

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[Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, gods, sex toys, HEA]

Rafe Blackstone and Vin Thorn had been best friends for thousands of years. They were part of an elite group called the Ravens of War, and were made up of twelve men created by Zeus. When they were no longer needed on Olympus, they’d been sent to Earth to find happiness, and hopefully their Fated.

For Tamara Mejia, she’d given up finding that one man meant just for her. Having the ability to see the future ran in her family. So when she saw her own death, she set out to enjoy what she had left. That didn’t include two larger than life men who claimed she was their one.

Cronus pulled Tamara to Hell, and planned to use her as leverage to get his granddaughter, Selena, who's Tamara’s best friend, to bargain for her life.

Rafe, Vin and all the Ravens need the help of the gods and goddesses from Olympus to save not only Tamara, but Earth itself.

STORY EXCERPT

Rafe Blackstone stared at Tamara Mejia as she stood next to her best friend Selena. Since the first moment he laid eyes on her several months ago, he’d wanted her unlike any other women, but she’d run from him.

A deep inhale from his best friend, Vin Thorn, pulled his attention from the alluring woman. They both stood at over seven feet tall with copper-colored skin. Standing next to their two best friends, Max and Malcolm King, as they married their Fated, Selena Ramos, Rafe tugged on his collar. Both men had fallen fast and hard for a woman whom they thought was a normal human, but as fate had once again played with them, she was the lost goddess of none other than the god Zeus.

He barely stifled a chuckle as he watched Zeus point his fingers at his own eyes, and then turned them toward first Max, and then Malcolm. He was glad he wasn’t marrying a goddess, but especially not the lost goddess of Zeus and his wife Hera. Rafe shuddered just thinking about all the ways Zeus would punish him had he been in the King brothers’ shoes. Rafe liked having his balls attached to him, thank you very much.

Zeus’s eerie silver orbs pinned Rafe in his spot. It took all his hard-won discipline not to flinch away from the scrutiny, knowing the god could see inside his mind. Zeus had never paid much attention to any of the Ravens, unless they were fighting his father Cronus and his beasts for him, and that had been thousands of years ago. Now Rafe wished he would go back to tormenting Max and Malcolm. Maybe he should think about all the things the other two men were probably going to do to his baby girl that night?

“You shouldn’t think anything of that nature. You don’t want to get me mad. I promised my baby girl I wouldn’t hurt her husbands. You, on the other hand, I didn’t promise anything about,” Zeus warned.

Rafe stumbled back on the soft sand at the booming voice in his head. Vin’s arm around his shoulders was the only thing that kept him from falling flat on his ass. Looking across the aisle, he saw Zeus staring at the threesome as the priest began the wedding.

“I’ve always paid attention to you boys.”

Even though Zeus wasn’t looking at him, Rafe was aware the god could hear everything he thought. Which sucked fucking dick.

“Of course you did, sir. I apologize for my slight to you.” Had Rafe not been at two of his closest friends’ wedding, he’d have dematerialized.

Zeus sighed. “You are such a poor liar, Rafe Blackstone. But since this is a happy occasion, I will let it pass. I…”

Rafe wasn’t sure what Zeus was planning to say, he was just glad they were interrupted by the priest announcing Max and Malcolm could kiss their bride. The puzzled look on Zeus’s face made Vin bust out in a fit of deep chuckles, earning him a look from the eerie, silver gaze of Zeus. Good, maybe he was getting the mind-fuck from the god, too.

Max, being the gentleman he was, gave Selena a sweet kiss. Malcolm, on the other hand, wasn’t so suave. A loud grunt came from Malcolm, and then he was rubbing the back of his head with a look of retribution toward his brother Max. Max, ever the diplomat, reached for their wife and placed her between them.

It was his turn to finally get to walk back down the aisle with Tamara. She had to be one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, and that was saying something. For the first couple thousand years, he’d spent his life surrounded by goddesses who were perfection personified. But something about Selena’s best friend called to him on a deeper level.

She linked her arm with his, her musky perfume hit his nose like an aphrodisiac, and he felt his dick swell in his trousers like an untried boy. Vin’s eyebrows rose as he looked Rafe up and down, the corners of his lips twitching. Had he not been holding Tamara, Rafe would’ve flipped him the bird.

He felt Tamara stiffen. In her high heels she was close to six feet tall. That still made her a good foot shorter than him and Vin. Rafe shook his head. Why he kept thinking of Tamara with him and Vin was a mystery. Not that he and his closest friend hadn’t been known to share women in the past.

“You can let me go now,” Tamara whispered.

Rafe looked down into eyes like melted chocolate. He always was a lover of anything chocolate.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Good lord, what you do to me,” Vin murmured against her lips.

She took a shaky breath. “I made myself a promise years ago, that I’d be in charge of my life. Today, I almost…I won’t allow anything or anyone to stop me from taking what I want.”

Tamara wiggled out from between them, and Vin felt his heart drop.

Rafe growled, but he too didn’t make a move to pull her back. This was her choice, even if it killed them both.

She turned her back to the both of them, her hair a dark curtain as it spilled down past her waist. Lust, mixed with the softer emotion of love, swept over Vin.

Tamara grabbed the end of her camisole and dragged it over her head. Her copper-colored skin played peek-a-boo behind her hair, making Vin’s iron-hard erection almost painful.

Rafe tore his own shirt in half in his impatience, and the remnants of the torn garment sailed across the room. She was wearing a bra, but with a twist of her long slim fingers, she unsnapped the closure and dropped it next to her top.

Vin was trembling inside and out. He wanted to close the gap between them, but this was her show. He didn’t want to do anything that would scare her or make her change her mind.

When she turned to face them, her breasts that were definitely large enough to fill his hands, were firm and high. The tips were puckered, and he growled, shocked at the possessive sound.

Tamara lifted her hands and kneaded the flesh that beckoned to him. He raised his own shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Her hands shook as she ran her palms down her flat abdomen, the trembling evident as she undid the snap on the loose slacks she wore.

Any doubt that she wanted them as much as they wanted her disappeared when the scent of her arousal hit him. Standing in nothing but a white lace thong, Tamara was every man’s wet dream. She licked her lips, lips that were red and swollen from his kisses.

“Are you sure, omorfia mou?” Rafe asked, standing frozen to the spot.

Vin heard the desperation in his friend’s tone, the endearment so easily said from one of the coldest men Vin had ever known.

“Am I sure that I want to have sex with two men? Absolutely.” She nodded. “But I’ve never done this…”

He’d never seen a woman with a complexion like hers blush so becomingly. Vin vowed he’d do his damnedest to see that same rosy hue cover her from head to toe for a whole other reason, and soon.

“How do you want to do this,agape mou?” Vin asked.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean. I’m a sure thing.”

Rafe growled, moving closer to where she stood. “You are many things, Tamara, but I would never call you a sure thing, nor will we allow you to demean yourself to us.”

She pushed at Rafe’s chest. “You don’t allow me to do anything. I do what I want.”

Vin watched Tamara nip Rafe’s lip, her fingers unsnapping his jeans. The sound of Rafe’s zipper being tugged down made all hesitation on their part fly out the window with her take-charge moves.

“I had you pegged as a commando man,” Tamara murmured as his jeans parted to expose lack of briefs.

Vin didn’t think he could handle watching her give Rafe a blow job without coming in his jeans.

“Come here,” she beckoned him with one finger. And like a marionette, he walked the two steps to where she stood holding his best friend’s hard cock in her hand.

Vin’s own hands itched to cup her breasts in his palms, and it went against the grain to turn control over to anyone, but he knew Tamara needed this. And goddess, did he need to have her fingers wrapped around his length. He needed her lips and tongue on his dick like he needed his next breath. She unsnapped his jeans and undid the zip the same as Rafe’s, gasped, and smiled a wicked grin.

“Not commando for you then, Vin?” Tamara dropped to her knees.

“She’s going to fucking kill us.” Rafe groaned.

“What a way to go.” Vin palmed the back of Tamara’s head, letting her lick first him then Rafe.

She hummed around the head of his dick, and Vin was sure he was going to come.

* * * *

Rafe loved seeing Tamara on her knees sucking his and his best friend’s cocks, wanted to watch her swallow Vin’s cum and then his. But not their first time.

Vin tugged Tamara off him, pulled her to her feet and covered her mouth with his own. The man didn’t kiss her. No, he ate at her mouth like a starving man.

“Bed,” Rafe rumbled.

Tamara tugged Vin to what Rafe assumed was her bedroom. The king-sized bed would be a tight fit—since both he and Vin were huge men, even a California King wouldn’t work. He made a small adjustment with no more than a thought, replacing her bed with one twice as big.

Vin jerked the covers off the bed, tossing them to the end over the chest at the foot of the bed, which kept them from tumbling to the floor. “I don’t want anything to hide you from us.” Vin’s voice sounded rough. “How do you want to do this, agape mou?”