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New Release: Between Friends & Excerpt
I have a sinfully sexy new menage tale out from Siren today. SWAT Sergeant. Trauma Surgeon. Fashionista. Add them all together and you get one ridiculously naughty book that delves into the heart of a menage relationship. Oh and there’s lot of smutty sexy times too! Pages and pages and pages of deliciously dirty and mildly kinky sex.
For months, LA fashionista Whitney Montcrief has secretly lusted after her roommates, super sexy trauma surgeon Mick O’Loughlin and rough, tough and drop-dead gorgeous SWAT sergeant Eddie Dillon.
Eddie craves Whitney’s touch. Her sweet smile tempts him like none other—and it terrifies him. He’s been burned once before and has no desire to relive the pain of rejection. His heart walled off, Eddie denies himself the very thing he wants most.
But Mick is tired of tiptoeing around the obvious sexual attraction between the three of them. He wants Eddie and Whitney in his bed. He’s ready to play with fire, even if that means dragging Eddie, kicking and screaming, right through the flames behind him.
Reader advisory: MMF, MFM, bondage, sex toys, spanking, anal (you know, all the good stuff!)
PG-13 EXCERPT:
Together they managed to finish painting the living room and were installing the new ceiling fan when Mick heard the unmistakable sound of an approaching car. Eddie’s paint-stained hands went still. The screwdriver clamped between his teeth fell to the floor with a noisy clatter. Mick was certain he displayed the same oh-shit expression reflected on Eddie’s face.
“Is that Whit?”
Mick hopped off the stepladder and rushed to the window. His stomach dropped like a runaway elevator. “Yeah. In a taxi.”
“We weren’t supposed to pick her up for hours.”
Mick rushed back to the stepladder and snatched up the screwdriver. He climbed up to help Eddie rush the installation of the ceiling fan. Seconds sped by so quickly. Their fingers fumbled and slipped. Eddie cursed a few times before finally securing the base on the ceiling mount and getting the last screw in place. Mick stepped off the ladder a fraction of a moment before the front door swung open.
“What is all that crap in the front yard? It looks like Home Depot exploded on our sidewalk.” Whitney’s confused voice drifted in from the hallway. In a few seconds, she’d come around the corner.
Mick’s knotted stomach ached fiercely. Eddie stood frozen on the stepladder. Luggage wheels thunked, and high heels clacked on the entryway tile. “I took an earlier flight from Miami. I couldn’t wait to get home and relax with my two favorite—”
Whit’s voice trailed off as she appeared in the arched doorway. A flirty white sundress contrasted the warmth of her sun-kissed skin. Her fingers slowly drew down the designer sunglasses perched on her nose. Those soft green eyes widened as she looked around the demolished living room and dining room. Shock filtered across her pretty face.
Mick shot a quick glance at Eddie, but his friend’s gaze was fixed on Whitney. Mick silently prayed Whit wouldn’t blow up on them. Eddie was the kind of guy who would race through hell with a cup of gasoline just for the thrill of it, but that roughened exterior hid an incredibly sensitive man. One cross word from Whitney and Mick just knew Eddie would be crushed.
Whitney shoved her sunglasses onto the crown of her head. She left her hot-pink suitcase standing in the doorway and took a slow tour of the mess. “Well”—she put her hands on her hips—“I’ve seen worse.”
Mick exhaled with relief. She wasn’t pissed. Annoyed? Hell yes. But she wasn’t angry, and that’s all that mattered.
“We wanted to surprise you.” Eddie stepped off the ladder. “We just didn’t figure on a number of setbacks throwing us off schedule.”
“You’ve always got to account for Murphy.” Whit spoke with the authority of a young woman responsible for coordinating some of the biggest fashion shows in New York and Los Angeles. “If something can go wrong, it absolutely will.” She paused and flashed them a smile. “I appreciate the effort, though.”
Mick’s stress melted. He sensed Eddie was at ease now.
Whitney pointed to the stacks of hardwood flooring visible through the gaping hole. She wrinkled her cute little nose. “Those have to go back. They are way too dark for the dining room.”
Mick laughed, not the least bit surprised she’d noticed. “We were planning to take them back later.”
“So what’s the story of the half-nakedness?” Whitney frowned and fanned her face. “Why the hell is it so hot in here?”
Mick cringed as Eddie chuckled and slapped him on the back. “Doctor Know-It-All fried the A/C. Too many plugs in one outlet.”
Whitney shot him a knowing glance. “Imagine that.”
Mick’s face grew warm with embarrassment. He offered a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
Whit shook her head. “So we have no living room, no dining room, and no air conditioning.”
“The kitchen is a mess. We have a lot of equipment and supplies stashed in there.” Mick avoided her annoyed frown.
“And one bathroom,” Eddie added reluctantly.
Her eyebrows lifted. “Excuse me?”
“Your bathroom is stuffed with extra furniture and lamps and stuff.” Mick motioned toward Eddie. “The master bathroom between our rooms is open.”
“I don’t need to hear any more.” She held up her hands. “For what it’s worth, I can tell you put a lot of hard work into this, even if it didn’t go exactly as planned. We can get this place whipped into shape in no time.” She assumed her naturally bossy tone. “You two can throw those boxes of flooring in Eddie’s truck, and I’ll exchange them while I’m at the store.”
“You’re going to Home Depot?” Mick asked, not at all thrown by her take-charge attitude. If there was one thing Whit did well, it was boss other people around.
“Well, I sure as hell am not going to roast in my bedroom all night. And I’ve had enough of hotel rooms. I want to sleep in my own bed. So until we can get an HVAC guy out here, I’ll enjoy the cold breeze of a window unit.”
Mick and Eddie did as she’d instructed and carried the boxes of flooring out to Eddie’s truck while Whitney impatiently tapped her foot.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Mick asked when they reconvened in the living room.
“No. You and Eddie get to stay here and clean up your mess because you’ve been very naughty boys.” She sauntered over to Eddie and brazenly slipped her hand inside the front pocket of his board shorts. A flicker of lust licked at Mick’s lower belly. His groin tightened at the sight of Whitney’s hand buried in Eddie’s pocket. An expression of shock and arousal flitted across Eddie’s face.
With a teasing smirk, Whitney produced the keys to Eddie’s truck. She took a step back and lowered her sunglasses into place. “Get a move on, boys. I expect to see this mess cleaned up by the time I get back—or else.”
Refuge
Refuge, a futuristic erotic romance, released tonight at Liquid Silver. This is the first installment of my Skyport Virgo series. I hope you’ll enjoy reading about Pike and Laleh as much as I loved writing about them!
Blurb:
As a political refugee on twenty-fourth century Earth, Laleh Sarafpour suddenly faces deportation to her hellish home planet because of a ridiculous clerical error. She never expects a chance meeting with Pike Grayson, a deliciously sexy Spacefleet admiral, to drastically change her life. In the span of a night, Pike saves Laleh from her sadistic half-brother sent to haul her back to the nightmare of her past life and offers her a chance to save herself: a marriage of convenience for naturalization papers.
From the moment Pike claps eyes on Laleh, he craves the breathtakingly exotic beauty. Pike’s desire ignites the second she accepts his proposal, but her innocence in the pleasures of the flesh forces him to practice a little patience. With the gentlest of seductions, Pike introduces Laleh to all the naughty delights to be found in a marriage bed.
As they journey across galaxies to Pike’s first command station, the sizzling attraction between the pair proves to be explosive. But when Laleh’s past threatens to catch up with them, Pike risks everything to protect the woman who has managed to so perfectly capture his heart.
Excerpt:
Pike burst through the entrance to the fifth floor. He rolled his eyes in irritation upon the realization he’d come out at the opposite end of the floor. He raced passed the ascending apartment numbers. As he neared the forties, Pike heard the unmistakable shriek of a woman in pain. His heart jumped into his throat. A sixth sense told him that was Laleh.
Up ahead, a door opened and a concerned man stalked across the hallway, pounding on a door that Pike could only assume belonged to Laleh. Just seconds after the man’s blue fist hit the door, it jerked open and another fist, this one tan, slammed into the neighbor’s face. The blue man reeled backwards in shock, bright orange liquid spewing from the injuries to his mouth and nose. Another scream erupted from the apartment as the same man who’d been shadowing Laleh strode out of her apartment, obviously intent on continuing his attack on the neighbor.
His full concentration on pummeling the blue man, the assailant didn’t seem to notice Pike as he bent down and grabbed the blue man’s shirt. Pike took advantage of the element of surprise. As he closed the distance between them, Pike drew back his foot and landed a nasty blow to the assailant’s head. The thudding sound of his boot contacting the attacker’s face filled the hall. Pike threw his full weight into the downward movement of his elbow as he hit the back of the assailant’s head. That was all it took to drop the bastard.
Pike paused just long enough to check out the wounded neighbor. The man raised an orange-smeared blue hand and waved him off, urging him to help Laleh. Pike pivoted and dashed into the apartment. His gaze moved around the ransacked living area and kitchen. His ears perked to the sounds of a scuffle in a back room. Glass shattered. Grunts and slaps filled the air. Something–someone–slammed into a wall with a sickening thud.
Stomach twisting, Pike raced toward the skirmish. He slid into a bedroom and found a hulking brute holding Laleh up against a wall, her feet dangling as he choked the life out of her. Laleh made weak gasping noises as her nails scratched at the man’s hands. Pike rushed the brute and punched his fist into the man’s temple over and over until he let go. Laleh slumped to the floor and made no noise. Pike fought the urge to run to her aid. Already the brute was turning his attention to him.
Pike recoiled with recognition. “Jai.”
Prince Jai of the Hezman Empire curled his lip in a snarl. “Grayson.” His dark gaze jumped from Pike’s face to Laleh’s. “I should have known she’d have whored herself out to a starman.”
Realizing he could use the mistaken assumption to his benefit, Pike puffed out his chest. “Not just any starman.” He tapped his chest. “An admiral, now.”
Jai’s jaw hardened as he seemed to waver between lashing out and maintaining some control. Finally, he uttered a noise of disgust and poked his finger in Pike’s face. “You can’t protect her forever. She will submit.”
His piece said, Jai spun on his heel and left the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. Pike hurried to Laleh and scooped her up from the floor. Cradling her to his chest, he sat on the edge of her bed and gently turned her face. Fury raged through his body at the sight of blood trickling from her nose and the center of her split lips. Only the sensation of her steady breaths against his chin calmed him. He brushed the hair from her face and allowed his fingertips to drift down her cheek to her neck. Already purpling bruises marred her silky skin.
“Laleh?” Pike’s shaky voice surprised him. He was a man who’d faced certain death on distant battlefields only to escape at the very last nanosecond, yet seeing this girl’s battered body shook him to the very core. “Laleh?”
She stirred weakly. Thick eyelashes fluttering, she slowly came around. Her unfocused gaze searched his face, confusion clearly apparent in her glassy eyes. When her gaze settled, the slightest frown twitched her lips. “Pike?”
Relief flooded him. His chest constricted at the realization she’d just uttered his name for the first time. Pike swallowed hard. “Do you need medical attention?”
Laleh shook her head. “I just need a few moments.”
Pike wasn’t so sure but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. At the first sign of trouble, he was calling for medics. He suddenly remembered the injured neighbor in the hallway. He shifted Laleh onto the bed. “Will you be all right for a few seconds? I need to run out and check on the blue guy from across the hall.”
Concern flooded Laleh’s face. “Noozeen was hurt?”
He nodded. “Not badly but I’d like to make sure just in case.”
“Of course.”
“When I get back, we’ll call the police to report this mess.”
Laleh paled and wildly shook her head. “You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“They won’t do anything but make it worse. He has diplomatic immunity, and I’m probably already on the deportation lists.” Laleh’s pleading gaze bore into him. “Please.”
Her frightened tone struck a chord with him. He didn’t want to know, but he had to ask. “Laleh,” Pike said carefully, “how do you know Jai?”
Her delicate eyebrows arched in surprise. “You know Jai?”
“We had an altercation of sorts on Hezma-12 during our layover.” Pike didn’t elaborate, and Laleh didn’t pry.
“I see.”
“What is he to you?” Pike’s chest clenched as he feared the worst. “Laleh?”
Tears shimmered in her blue eyes. “He’s my brother.”
“Your brother?” Shock filled his voice. “Then…” He rubbed his jaw. “Your father is Dari? The emperor?” She nodded stiffly. “And your mother was?”
“His third wife,” Laleh quickly supplied.
“So that makes you–”
“A princess? Yes.”
Any other young woman would have been thrilled to have been royalty but Laleh spoke with such sadness and reluctance. It was obvious she viewed her status as a burden. But that was a matter to ponder at another time.
“What did he want?” Pike was certain he wouldn’t like the answer.
“To drag me home for my wedding.”
