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Monday, December 16, 2013
♥ ♥~~A Series So Hot It Might Melt Your E-Reader!~~♥ ♥
Length: Novella (~24,000 words)
Setting: New Orleans
Subgenre: Erotic contemporary – mmf ménage
Heat level: HOT
Warnings: Graphic sex and adult language
Collection: Den of Sin
Several times per year, New Orleans’s Hotel Beaudelaire invites
a select few guests to make their sexual fantasies come true.
Eve and Brent Troy have been married three months and have yet
to consummate their union. Faced with losing her claim to her family property,
busy surgeon Eve had to marry before her thirtieth birthday. Brent was single
and convenient, and more importantly, he said yes.
Now, she wants to light a flame under their cold marriage, but
they’re strangers and don’t know how to connect. A New Year’s weekend at The
Beaudelaire is supposed to help them do just that. When they arrive, they learn
the tool they’ve been equipped with comes in form of Eve’s best friend and
fellow doctor Remy Kelly. He knows Eve’s marriage is a sham, and is intent on
claiming her for himself. But, when faced with Eve’s strapping new husband who
comes onto Remy’s radar as exactly the kind of alpha male he likes, he has a
battle of conscience. He wants to take Eve home, not Brent, but for some reason
they seem like a package deal.
At The Beaudelaire anything goes, so instead of two people
letting down their guards, three forge bonds. That’s all well and good for the
weekend, but what will shake out of their tentative ménage à trois when it’s
time to go home?
Brent didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. He didn’t stop Remy
when he eased back and pushed the band of Eve’s long, stretchy skirt past her
hips, nor did Brent object when Remy nudged her lace panties down to the floor
and had her step out of them.
Brent just kept his hands at her waist and made his presence
known without asserting it.
But when Remy nudged her ankles apart and began kissing up her
thigh, Brent’s deep voice was in her ear as he whispered, “Do you want this?”
Did she? This was decadent and sinful and selfish…and a
once-in-a-lifetime event. Of course she wanted it. She
couldn’t think of a thing she wanted more at this moment.
She swallowed and nodded.
“All right.” He withdrew his arms, thus pulling his warmth away
from her back.
Where was he going? She didn’t want him to go. It was important
he be there, though she didn’t know how.
“Eve, call my phone when you’re done. I—”
She turned and grabbed his wrists to pull him back, and the
confusion in his expression broke her heart. She’d married him, not
Remy. Brent had been convenient, yes, but if she hadn’t wanted him at least a
little bit, she wouldn’t have asked. She had at least a little vanity, after
all. “Don’t go,” she whispered, even as Remy gently turned her to face him.
Remy was already priming the engine. He knelt in front of her
and rolled her clit beneath his thumb and forefinger. “Take off her shirt,”
Remy said to Brent. “And her bra, if she’s wearing one. When you’re done with
that, either have a seat and watch, or you can help. You’re a bit overdressed
for one of those things.”
Eve could sense Brent’s uncertainty. He didn’t want to leave,
but he didn’t want to share.
And she didn’t want his feelings bruised. They were here, after
all, to make this marriage work. Remy was just an unexpected tool in that
endeavor. The hotel literature promised to cure what ailed them but wasn’t
specific as to how that would be done. She decided to trust the process.
“Brent, I’d like you to help,” she whispered, barely able to get
the words out as Remy thrust his tongue into her slit.
Remy’s carnal kiss was far too distracting and had her curling
her toes against the cold floor. Her body shook as she clenched her hands into
fists, but still her mind was half on Brent and not fully on her pleasure. He
seemed to be taking far too long to decide. Was far too tentative.
he really afraid to touch her, or had she trained him to believe she didn’t
want to be touched?
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