Thursday, April 23, 2015

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Too Hot to Resist (MFM)

Too Hot to Resist (MFM)  

AVAILABLE: Monday, May 4th

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Paramedic Madeline “Maddie” Rafferty has watched quietly as all her coworkers on Station 5’s A-shift have found their true love. Only three people on the shift are still single…Captain Stacy Knox, Truck 29 Lieutenant Casper Wiley, and her. If she can get her way, Stacy and Casper won’t be single for long. Tired of sitting back and waiting for the men she wants to make their move, Maddie is about to show Stacy and Casper that the chemistry between the three of them is too hot to resist.

Fraternizing isn’t forbidden in the firehouse, but when higher ranks are involved, situations get far more complicated. Stacy and Casper want Maddie. Keeping their relationship with her on a purely professional level is sheer torture. And, when Maddie decides she’s had enough of the emotional and sexual distance they’ve put between them, both men are liable to go up in flames.


Casper Wiley’s hands reflexively shot out and locked onto Madeline’s slender hips when she came to an abrupt halt in front of him, and he was toast. In all the years he’d lusted after her, fantasized about her, and wanted her, he’d managed to never touch her beyond a fist bump or a high five around the firehouse. He was touching her now and not just with his hands. He’d slammed into her and now his chest was pressed against the back of her head and shoulders, his dick was resting against the small of her back, and her shapely ass was against the front of his thighs.

Casper knew he was a damn good firefighter, but the blaze burning inside him hot enough to turn the state of Tennessee to ashes for paramedic Madeline Rafferty was one he still hadn’t figured out how to extinguish. Holding her wasn’t going to help that a damn bit.

He felt her stiffen in surprise, and then relax in his embrace, and, God, help him, when she rolled her head on his chest to look up at him, he nearly lost the hold on his resistance he’d been gripping tightly all these years. Her gaze locked with his, and there was no way he could miss the heat, desire, and challenge that sparked in her big, blue eyes. His dick turned rock-solid behind his zipper. Even through the material of his uniform slacks and bunker pants over them, there was no way she couldn’t feel how hard he was. The soft moan that escaped her slightly parted lips gave him all the confirmation he needed.
“We should head back, Rafferty.”

Rafferty. Not Madeline. Not Maddie. He watched her blink and all but saw her mind switch gears. Calling her by her last name put them back on the level they needed to be, paramedic and Truck 29 Lieutenant.

Casper gathered his willpower and used it to pry his hands off her slender hips as he took a full step back. He was still within arm’s reach of her, but he’d learned long ago how to control the urge to draw her in closer.

Madeline shook her head hard enough to send her short, brunette ponytail swinging and pointed to the field in front of them. “There’s a house over there. We have to check it out. He could be inside it.”

Casper shifted his gaze to the house several yards ahead. It was little more than a shack on the hillside that had obviously seen better days. “Are you kidding? We’re a good mile away from the scene and I doubt anyone has been inside that place in years.”

“Look at the grass.” She pointed again, this time to the field surrounding the house. A path zigzagged through it on a direct course to the front door. “Someone has been through here, Wiley. It could be our guy looking for help.”

Or looking for an escape.

Casper kept that suspicion to himself, though he’d started to believe the man they were looking for wasn’t merely a victim, but someone not looking for a run-in with any of the first responders in the area. Why else would an innocent victim from the downed helicopter that had crashed on top of a warehouse a mile away flee so far from the scene? Cherish Police Department, along with firefighters and paramedics from Stations 4 and 5, were back there scrambling to help people trapped in the part of the warehouse that had collapsed and others on the ground that had been injured by flying debris created when the helicopter had crashed. A triage had been set up at a safe, but close proximity to the warehouse and Casper, Madeline, and the rest of the Station 5 A-shift crews were searching the outlying areas for victims. One of the victims told Madeline’s partner, Neil Ingram, that he’d seen an injured man staggering this way.

Upon hearing there may be someone out here needing medical attention, Madeline had sprinted off. Casper had refused to let her go after the guy alone. She sprinted off again now, heading straight through the knee-high grass toward the house. Casper, once again, followed.

“We have to at least check it out.”

“Fine. We’ll check it out, but this is as far as we’re going. If he isn’t in there, we’re heading back to the scene.” Casper double-timed it to get in front of Madeline when they reached the rickety front porch of the shack. He noted the foreclosure notice taped to the outside of the door. A door that was standing partially open.


Madeline rarely called him by his first name, but every time she did sounded different in his head. It was always breathier and preceded by the word “oh” or “please” as he kissed and licked his way over every inch of her sultry body. Her hand that closed on his bicep while she pointed to the floor of the porch with the other didn’t help stop the change of her tone or the vision that formed in his mind.

“That’s blood.”

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

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Friday, March 13, 2015

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Burning Up the Sheets (MFM)
Uniformed and Blazing Hot 6

Burning Up the Sheets (MFM) 


AVAILABLE: Monday, March 23rd

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, March 30th

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic May-December Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Tasha Ingram spent a year and a half healing after a nasty divorce turned her life upside down. Now it’s time to move on. She isn’t ready to risk love again, but her biological clock is ticking. She desperately wants a child. When smokin’ hot firefighters Shawn McKenzie and Corbin Spencer offer to father one with no strings attached, how can she refuse? Sure, they’re younger than her, but won’t that make it easier for them to keep their promise and walk away in the end?

Shawn and Corbin know they’re playing with fire when they set their sights on a coworker’s sister, but Tasha is everything they’ve been looking for in a woman. When they discover what she wants most, they know they’re just the men to give it to her. Their proposition has the three of them burning up the sheets, but Shawn and Corbin have full intentions of keeping the fire burning outside of the bedroom forever, too.


They could waste away the rest of the night together.
Shawn’s words reverberated through Tasha’s mind as she turned on her stool and met Corbin Spencer’s gaze as he headed toward them. She couldn’t remember a time when the sight of two men had made her pussy so wet.
Probably because it’s never happened.
Except she could and she had. The first time had been a year and half ago when she’d first seen Shawn. Sierra, Neil’s wife, was a middle school teacher and Tasha had attended an outdoor event where the fire department had been one of the attractions for the kids. She had seen Shawn, and her pussy had started to leak. When he sat down next to her tonight, she’d felt her pussy grow wet enough to soak her panties. Looking at Corbin now as his broad shoulders weaved their way through the crowd and his long legs brought him closer to her, her panties became wet enough to wring dry.
Neil offered to introduce you to Shawn that day, too.
Her brother had offered and she’d gotten the impression that he would approve of her being with Shawn. Would he approve of her being with Corbin, too? The men were a package deal, after all. Surely Neil knew that.
And, holy mother of hormones, what was she thinking? After twelve years of marriage, a nasty divorce, and a year and a half alone, she might be ready to get back into the world, but she sure as shit wasn’t ready to get tied down again.
You’re ready for sex though.
That, she definitely was and, wow, she’d dreamed of having sex with Shawn and Corbin so many times since she’d first seen the men that part of her mind almost felt as if those fantasies had become reality.
It’s a more appealing way to achieve what you want than that brochure you were reading, too.
That thought nearly made her choke on her own saliva as Corbin Spencer reached her.
“Tasha, right?”
“Right,” Shawn answered the man before she could. “And don’t introduce yourself. She already knows who you are and you’ll ruin it.”
Tasha couldn’t help but laugh. She watched as confusion etched itself between Corbin’s ebony brows and felt sorry for him. “It’s a long story.” She patted the empty barstool next to her. “Have a seat. I’ll buy you a beer.”
“That’s not nec—” He broke off when the bartender slid a bottle of Michelob Ultra across the bar and Tasha gestured to him to put it on her tab. “Essary,” he finished slowly as he lifted the bottle to his smiling lips. “But I guess you’re going to do it anyway.”
Tasha couldn’t help herself. She glanced down at his ass, now planted firmly on the barstool, and lifted a brow as she met his gaze again. “You know who I am. I know who you are. Is it time for the barstool to burn your ass or are you going to stick around a while?”
“I, uh, well…” His stammering made her giggle as she watched him shoot a confused look at Shawn before returning his attention to her. He tipped his bottle toward her. “I think I’m going to sit here and drink my beer.”
Tasha stifled another giggle as she took a sip of her drink and turned her attention to Shawn. “Poor guy. He doesn’t have a clue what he walked into.”
Shawn grinned and, oh, wow, the way his lips tilted made her want to grab hold of him and kiss him senseless. “I’ll fill him in later.”
Tasha gazed into Shawn’s clover-green eyes. Four leaf clovers were supposed to be lucky, right? Even as she wished that were true, she felt the need to give him an out if he wanted to take it.
“You don’t have to hang with me. Your friend is here now. You can go do your thing if you want to.”
His gaze turned so serious it was hypnotizing. He reached for her hand, laced his fingers with hers, and sent another wave of wetness flowing out of her pussy. “What I want to do. What we want to do,” he corrected with a quick glance at Corbin, “is whatever will make you happy.”
Twelve years. In twelve years of marriage Cramer had never said those words to her. As she held Shawn’s gaze, she got the feeling he would say whatever it took to get her between the sheets tonight. She wasn’t born yesterday. Shawn was a good seven years younger than her and so was Corbin. Men in their mid-twenties were out for sex a little else, but what did it matter? Other than the wrath she would have to face with Neil, what did it really matter? She hadn’t had sex with anything except her newfound vibrator in nearly two years!
And what if?
No, that would be too wrong. She wasn’t the type of woman to go for what she wanted most in life without the man’s consent.
Tasha lifted her glass, drank down half the contents, and smacked her lips as she set it back on the bar. “What would make me happy right now is to dance. Will you dance with me?” Before Shawn could answer, she turned her attention to Corbin and added, “Both of you?” She watched as Corbin’s smoky grey gaze flicked to Shawn before settling on her again.