When it comes to books, we’re all reading, writing, and fantasizing about menage and more relationships. I’ve written 15 menage stories in a host of combinations. Most are MMF (male, male, female).
So what do we find so appealing about polyamorous relationships? Besides being mind-bendingly sexy, it’s taboo. When you go out for drinks with the gals, they don’t ask your husband’s name and then ask your boyfriend’s name. Your kid’s teacher doesn’t ask about his two daddies.
Recently I got into a discussion with a good friend about these types of relationships. We’ve agreed that going forward, the world might see more of them. Why? A good reason to join with more than one person is finances. Think more resources. Three incomes are better than two, and really that extra guy doesn’t take up too much room in the bed, right? (yummm)
Also think about sharing responsibilities. In a world where all parties work, it would be nice to have an extra set of hands to pick up the slack–or the dirty socks, dry cleaning, etc.
And I know you’re already thinking of the emotional and sexual possibilities, so I’ll leave that to your imagination!
According to research about 10% of America’s population claims to be polyamorous. Out of these people, most are white and in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. (points to self. Target age!)
Polyamorous doesn’t have to mean the parties all co-habitate, though. Maybe Kate and her husband have another boyfriend and girlfriend, who also have spouses and they all meet up once a month for an adult night.
Have you ever dreamed of being part of a menage? Here’s a little fantasy to get your day off to a start!
It’ll take more than rope to tie down the man they love.
Country Fever, Book 3
When Christian comes out of the bar to find a bat-wielding country girl beating the hell out of his best friend Tucker’s truck, he does the only thing he can—he flirts with her. Unfortunately, he knows her pain—he’s in love with Tucker too.
Claire plans to nurse her bruised heart alone, but inevitably Tucker draws her back in—along with Christian—and the three of them tumble headlong into delirious passion. Then she and Christian wake to find that Tucker has fled his horse ranch, leaving them to care for the animals and each other.
Still grieving the death of his fiancée, pressured to sign over mining rights to a coal company, Tucker is boots-deep in emotional turmoil. Running only sharpens his longing for what he truly wants—Christian and Claire in his bed, in the barn, and under the stars.
But roping themselves firmly inside the circle of love will take everything they have—bulldogged determination, flying fists and aching hearts.
Wrangle one heartsick cowboy, and the man and woman who love him. Throw in weeks of working in close quarters, bales of pent-up lust, and feel the burn of prairie-fire-hot desire. Now just try to walk away with your heart unbranded.
EXCERPT OF UNBROKEN
The bell on the door tinkled. At the sound, she hopped off the counter and glanced up.
She stopped breathing.
And right behind him, Christian.
Claire backed up until the counter dug painfully into her spine. Please don’t make me wait on you.
The last thing she was capable of was acting nonchalant while serving eggs and home fries to the man she was in love with—especially when she wanted to roll out of his bed and pad off to his kitchen to prepare them herself.
But the look on Tucker’s handsome face told her that he was here for more than eggs. She’d seen that blazing look before, right before he trapped her hands behind her back and bent her over a hay bale.
Dark heat slithered downward to capture her folds. Her nipples bunched up hard.
“We’ve got some unfinished business, Claire.” When Tucker used this commanding tone, she’d follow him around like a pony, doing tricks until he rewarded her with the sweet sugar of his kisses.
He and Christian strode across the dining room, muscles rolling with purpose. She dragged in a harsh breath. “I don’t think—”
“I do.” Tucker planted his hands on her waist and leaned over her, dizzying her with his personal spice before he slammed his mouth over hers. She gasped around his lips, and he slid in his tongue. Plundering. Stealing any protestation.
Her body reacted with a violent shiver. Cream soaked her panties as she took note of his hardness—every inch of it.
Christian made a noise that brought Tucker’s head up. He stared into her eyes for a split second before plucking her off her feet and bearing her to the back of the diner, past the mish-mash of photographs plastering the walls of several generations of patrons. Smiling faces. Voyeuristic faces.
Tucker pressed her into the last booth and crowded in beside her. Christian hung back a little, leaning against a table a few feet off. She sent Christian a frantic look, but he gave her a slow, amused smile that twisted the knot tighter in her core.
He nuzzled her temple, spattered kisses down to her jaw then circled around to her earlobe, which he bit sharply.
She squirmed, watching Christian’s smile widen.
“What’s going on?” While she longed for more of Tucker’s kisses—the hottest brand she’d ever known—she couldn’t let him drag her heart behind his horse anymore.
“I never laid a hand on Allie,” Tucker whispered into her ear. Hot words that did hotter things to her body and incinerated her heart.
Tucker’s blue eyes loomed close as he stared into hers. “That was Christian. Sometimes we…watch each other. Christian thinks you’re as gorgeous as I do. In fact, you’ve been the object of one of our joint fantasies.”
She twitched as he slipped a finger down her spine. Her breath came faster. Joint fantasy? Her mind reeled around the words, and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.
Tucker’s slow grin heated her core. But his statement melted her into a puddle of want. “Right now, Christian wants me to finger your pussy so he can see. You all right with that, baby?”
Her leg muscles burned to snap shut even as she hungered to let them part.
“Beautiful Claire, I’m sorry.” He nipped her throat in that sweet spot that made all the hair on her body stand up. “Let me make it up to you. And let Christian be witness to it.”
Briefly, a thread of a question wove through her mind. Make it up to me by getting me off in front of another man? But then Tucker plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she lost control completely.
A long minute passed as she let Tucker’s flavors fill her head even as Christian looked on. His strong presence and hooded gaze excited the hell out of her.
“With Christian?” Tucker asked.
“Yes,” she gasped between kisses.
Her breath hitched as he inched rough fingers up her inner thighs to her soaking heat. Christian crossed his arms and leaned back a bit, his gaze directed under the table. Tucker positioned her, draping a calf over his big thigh and pushing aside the small patch of fabric covering her pussy.
Being back in his arms again, with his mouth on hers, drove away thoughts of her surroundings and the previous state of her heart. She gave in to the swirling caress of his fingertip on her clit.
Christian’s moan reverberated in the quiet of the diner. Tucker echoed it, easing his finger over her slit and into her dripping channel. Shards of electric desire burst inside her. She bucked her hips, trying to draw his thick digit into her pussy.
Tucker nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek, reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian watches you come apart.”
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