Blessed Samhain, Happy Halloween, and Release Day for "Hernando Heat!"

Monday, October 31, 2011
I wish everyone a Blessed Samhain and a Happy Halloween!

And my publisher Siren-BookStrand gave me a FANTASTIC Samhain gift: today is release day for my book "Hernando Heat!"

http://www.bookstrand.com/hernando-heat

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Western Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]

Katie Dorchester's heart died with her husband. Worse, her ex-in-laws would kill to steal her property. Forced to leave town, she tries to build a new life in Brooksville.

Enter Joe Lansing and his cousin, Deputy Mason Carlisle. Joe’s had run-ins with the Dorchesters before…and suspects his fiancée paid the price. Mason lost his sister to a rich bully. The men have heartache of their own, but when they intercede on Katie’s behalf to protect her from the Dorchesters, they know she is the one for them.

Katie would do anything to protect Joe and Mason’s reputations in town, including giving up her own happiness with them. When the Dorchesters threaten her men, she tries to protect them the only way she knows. Now her men are in a race to save her life and their new family. Can they keep her safe in the deadly Hernando Heat?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Thanks everyone, and Brightest Blessings to all today!! :)

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Spooky Excerpt: Dead Moon Rising

Sunday, October 30, 2011
Looking for a spooky read for this time of year? Try my book "Dead Moon Rising," writing as Macy Largo, available from Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/dead-moon-rising

Excerpt:

The sun had long since set in the distance behind her on I-90, painting the rolling South Dakota plains landscape with deep reds and oranges before it disappeared, setting Sarah’s teeth on edge. Not because it wasn’t pretty, but because her intuition screamed at her as darkness descended.

Bad, baaaad juju.

Destination: Miami, Florida. There, Sarah Aston’s uncle, Eddie, had promised her she could live with him, get a new start on her life, and put her ex-boyfriend behind her.

Unfortunately, her cranky fifteen year-old Subaru didn’t seem up to the trip.

The moonless night was dimly lit by countless stars in a crystal-clear sky. Despite the warm June evening, she shivered.

An exit sign appeared in her anemic headlights, which seemed to lose strength over the past hour or so. She suspected a cranky alternator staging a last stand of General Custer proportions. Unfortunately, probably with the same result.

Swinging off the highway onto the exit, she soon found an unmanned gas station with lights and pumps on for those who could pay via plastic. Fortunately, she still had three hundred dollars left on the pre-paid MasterCard she’d bought before rolling out of Seattle, and almost five hundred more in cash stashed in a plastic zip-top bag shoved inside a wad of dirty underwear in her overnight bag.

Taking a risk to leave it running, she shut the headlights off and anxiously looked around while she gassed up. She resisted the urge to nervously dance from foot to foot as she muttered at the pump to hurry up.

This is bad. Really, really baaaad. Of epic proportions, major horror movie creepies, zombies crawling out of the woodwork baaaad.

When ten, she’d fractured her skull falling out of a tree in their Seattle backyard. In the sixteen years since then, she’d had the intuitions. She refused to call them psychic flashes. They were warnings of a sort, but always accurate. She didn’t want to believe any supernatural explanations. She just knew that something about the accident had put her more in tune with her body’s natural warning signs. Unfortunately, most of her friends and family decided it creeped them out enough that they didn’t want to spend much time around her. Especially when she accurately predicted the deaths of her parents and three friends over the past several years.

The latest prediction before tonight’s creepfest, fortunately, didn’t forewarn of anything nearly as dire, only that her boyfriend had been cheating on her.

True, of course.

Uncle Eddie didn’t care about her “special talent” and had welcomed her with open arms when he found out she wanted a new start after her ex-boyfriend royally screwed her and left her pretty much out on the street. After she’d confronted the louse, he gave her one hour to get her stuff packed and get out. She’d managed to snag the ATM card and empty their joint bank account, most of the money of which was hers to begin with.

Despite the fact that she paid most of the bills, the lease and utilities were in his name, so she couldn’t fight him.

She’d tried not to think about her anger and pain over his betrayal, instead wanting to focus on the new life ahead of her in Miami. But ever since sunset, a deep, dark feeling blossomed inside her, the antithesis of joy and longing. She had two options, both extremely restricted by her car’s iffy performance and limited funds—press on and pray she drove out of whatever the feeling was, or stop right here, lock the doors, and hope someone showed up for work sooner rather than later.

As she finished fueling, a dark sedan heading toward I-90 rolled by, doing slower than the posted speed limit.

The nearly overwhelming dark cloud suddenly engulfing her made her mind up for her. She impatiently waited for the pump to spit out her receipt as her fingers trembled while trying to screw the gas cap on. The sedan had totally disappeared from sight by the time she turned to jump into her car.

A little relief settled. Whoever—whatever—had been in that car had been the cause of her unease.

Or maybe I’m just a nervous woman travelling alone cross-country for the first time and pissing my pants at the sight of the first car I’ve seen in over an hour.

She turned the headlights on, one of her dash indicator lights blipping briefly at her before shutting off again. The voltage light.

Damn.

Reflected in the dark windows of the gas station’s store, she could tell the headlights definitely looked weaker than they should be.

Maybe staying, now that she felt a little more settled, would be safer.

That won’t get me to Florida.

A check of her cheap-ass pre-paid cell phone showed no service in the area. A brief look around, and the only pay phone holder was missing its phone. Damn.

With a tight grip on the steering wheel, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

What to do?

Finally, she shifted the car into drive and headed back to I-90. At last check, she was less than an hour west of Mitchell. If she could make it there, she could find someplace safe to pull in and wait until morning, get her car looked at, and maybe get a cell signal. She kept the radio and air conditioning off to preserve her battery like her uncle had warned her at her last call and drove on through the lonely darkness.

* * * *

Captain Plato Delaney of the South Dakota Highway Patrol sat in his cruiser on the westbound shoulder of I-90, five miles east of Mitchell, and filled out paperwork. Nerves on edge, he prayed his intuition proved wrong this time.

Unfortunately for him, it usually didn’t.

In the past year, there had been four “new moon murders,” all unsolved, on this lonely stretch of road between Sioux Falls and Rapid City. No one wanted to believe him when he said he suspected they were connected by the lunar cycle. It wasn’t unheard of for stranded motorists to fall victim to foul play in such desolate settings. There were enough differences in the cases, and too few leads, that his superiors didn’t want to put out extra manpower on new moon nights, especially not with the huge Sturgis motorcycle festival less than two months away. While no one had outright said as much, they made it clear to him that such bad publicity right before their biggest tourist season wasn’t welcomed.

In the past hour, only three vehicles had passed him, two of them semis heading east in the other lane toward Sioux Falls. He jumped when his personal cell phone rang.

“You scared the crap out of me, John.”

The caller chuckled. “Sorry, babe. How goes the stake out?”

Only Del’s lover, John Riley, believed and agreed with his theory. A retired trooper himself, he’d looked at the evidence and nodded. “I think you’re on to something, Del, but good luck convincing the brass of that before Sturgis.” And of course John, seven years older than his own thirty-nine, had been right about that, even though Del had thought maybe he could make their superiors listen to his hunch despite a lack of evidence.

Del prayed no one else died before Sturgis ended. Maybe then he could convince someone to take another look at the cases.

“All quiet in my little stretch of hell. I’ve got about ten more minutes on this report, and then I’m heading west again past Mitchell before I loop around.”

“I’m going to bed, but I’ll keep the phone close. I know you hate the overnights, but if it means anything, I think you’re right.”

Del resisted the urge to close his eyes and rest. He normally worked day shifts. He’d volunteered to cover for another trooper out with the birth of his first child when Del realized it would overlap a new moon period. “Thanks. Try to get some sleep.”

“Not easy in this big ole bed without you here. I’ll have the kettle brewing when you get home. Love you, and stay safe.”

“Love you, too.” Del hung up and stared at the phone. John hated his early forced retirement four years prior due to an accident that shattered his legs and hips. Now he worked as a freelance computer consultant and software designer from their shared home in Mitchell. Del knew John missed the job, could see the wistful longing in his face every time he sent him off on a shift and heard the eagerness in his voice when Del discussed cases with him.

His intuition buzzed. It’d been two uneventful new moons since the last killing. This was the third. If the pattern held, there would be a murder tonight. Maybe not on his stretch of highway, but somewhere in the lonely blackness between the lights of the two gateway cities that stood sentry to this ribbon of asphalt.

Finally finishing his report, he shut off the cabin lights and headed west, alone on the interstate.

* * * *

Sarah prayed her luck held. She clicked the headlights off, leaving just her running lights on for safety. Checking her mirrors frequently, she spotted no one coming up behind her on the interstate. She had just enough light to make out the road ahead of her if she took it easy. After fifteen minutes, the dark feeling swelled within her again.

In the distance up ahead, she spotted two vehicles pulled over on the right shoulder. The one in front, a dual-axle Ford truck with a crew cab, hauling a fifth-wheel camper, had its flashers on and a flat on the trailer.

Behind it on the shoulder, headlights dark but his parking lights on, was parked the dark sedan that had passed her earlier.

Sliding over to the left lane, she hunched down and prayed her car didn’t break down. Her stomach rebelled, threatening to upend. As she drew closer, she spotted an older man talking to another one. The older man, she assumed the owner of the rig, held a flashlight pointed down at the ground, although the light illuminated both of them.

The other man leaned against the front left fender of the sedan as they talked. With a dark baseball cap pulled low, and the light from the flashlight below, she swore she spotted dark holes where his eyes should be as he looked up and seemingly right at her.

She gunned it, nerves screaming bloody murder for her to get the hell out of there.

Bad, baaaad juju!

Heart racing, she finally flipped on her headlights two miles down the road and realized she was doing eighty. Thankfully the road was mostly straight. Unfortunately, the headlights barely made more of a dent in the dark than her running lights.

Slowing a little, she pried one hand at a time off the steering wheel and flexed her nearly numb fingers.

Over the next fifteen miles, her headlights dwindled to faint glows. Then, without fanfare, the car simply shut off.

“No! Oh, fuck no, pleasepleaseplease!” Tears rolled down her face as she coasted onto the right shoulder, tires hauntingly crunching in the gravel as she steered to a stop safely off the highway. When she tried the key again, nothing but an ominous click met her efforts.

She dropped her forehead to the steering wheel and cried. The worst of the dark feeling had faded with every mile she put between her and the dark sedan, but it still lingered. Someone in that car was bad news, and the only weapon she had was her scathing sarcasm.

She assumed that wouldn’t be helpful against a psycho with a knife or gun.

Double checking that all four doors were locked, she pulled out her cell phone again and tried to get a signal. Nothing.

There were probably worse places to be stuck in a broken down car in the middle of the night with no cell phone reception and a really bad something out there giving her the heebie-jeebies, but off the top of her head, she couldn’t think of one.

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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Heartburn, writing, and Triple Trouble series update.

Friday, October 28, 2011
I am a creature of habit. I am a Taurus, after all. I plod along, able to bend with the flow, but when my core routine is disturbed it throws me off totally. Well, Hubby is up in Ohio visiting family (hi, Honey! *waving*). I guess my body decided to throw a new monkey wrench at me last night, waking me up at 3 a.m. with HORRIBLE heartburn. I mean horrible. I don't normally get heartburn, and I didn't have anything to eat yesterday that would trigger it, so I'm guessing it's a combination of stress worrying about him and worrying because I still don't have biopsy results yet. Ugh.

On the good side, I did over a thousand words yesterday on the Triple Trouble bridge book. Yes, the book I've been promising for...well, forever, it feels like. LOL My biggest hurdle was I knew what I wanted to do in the book, and what needed to happen, but I was really hung up on the structure. Which is weird, because I'm not a plotter, I'm a pantster.

But I went back to my "roots" so to speak as a writer over the past couple of weeks, working with a pen and spiral notebook (I almost exclusively write on a laptop now) to flesh out notes. Sometimes I have to do that to help jog stuff in my wonky brain. And in the process, the structure just suddenly fell into place, allowing me to really make good headway on the manuscript. I'm hoping to have it finished and turned in by the end of November (don't crucify me if that doesn't happen in that timeline though).

But yes, I am working on it. LOL

And after that one is turned in, I will get back to work on book 4 of the Triple Trouble series, which won't make sense without this book.

Now, you CAN go back and read all the books currently in the series now and not be confused. This one will fill in blanks.


  • "Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats, Vol. 3)
  • Steam
  • Trouble Comes in Threes
  • Storm Warning
  • Three Dog Night


You can find all of those on my Siren-BookStrand page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

And Trouble Comes in Threes is actually on sale at a discount until Nov. 15th, so grab it if you haven't. :)

With all that said, now I'll get back to work. (Put away the pitchforks and whips...no, wait, keep the whips out... LOL) It's a beautiful day to write, wet and rainy here in Florida. The dogs hate it though, but I told them to suck it up. I just hope it dries up before tomorrow, because I'm supposed to go to a costume party with Sir and I wasn't intending to go bundled up like an Eskimo. LOL

New Blog Post at the BDSM Authors Playroom

I've got a new post up at the BDSM Authors Playroom: Patience is a Virtue

http://bdsmauthorsplayroom.blogspot.com/2011/10/patience-is-virtue.html

Lover's Scare Contest - TODAY!!! :)

Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Allrighty, folks, head on over to Bianca Sommerland's blog TODAY to read my excerpt for the Lover's Scare contest.

http://www.im-no-angel.com/new-blog.html

Follow the instructions there to be eligible to win!! :)

Ta-ta testing time.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011
So I had my mammogram today. It went fine. Fortunately, Hubby drove me because I've had a hella headache all day and it's finally getting the better of me and I'm ready for bed. No pain with the mammogram though, and because it's Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I got a pink goodie bag full of freebies and a pink carnation.

Unfortunately, I still don't have results back on the biopsy my OB/gyn did, so I'm still stressing over that.

The good part of the day is because my doctor is down by our other house (90 minutes south) and Hubby drove, we stopped by our other house to grab some stuff, and then had dinner at our favorite restaurant. Calzone and cannoli for me, stromboli for him. Yum. So with a full tummy, but a still aching head, I'm off to bed, peeps. Catch you all later.

Starting to feel like fall.

Monday, October 24, 2011
If you've been following my blog you know I lost my grandfather in May and inherited my grandparents' house. Which is about five minutes from my parents. So hubby and I have been spending a lot of time up here, and in fact have pretty much moved up here for the duration of the holiday season. Hubby's already got plans to bring all our holiday decorations (inside and out) up here. When my mom said this was the first holiday season she wasn't dreading since Granny died in 2008, there was no way I wasn't going to stay up here.

Did I mention I have the World's Greatest Husband(TM)?

While I'm not looking forward to winter without central heat (there's a propane furnace that scares the stuffing out of me, but it's not in the budget to replace it right now) it has been nice keeping the windows open here during the day since it's been cooler. 

Here in Florida, in this part of the state, we get few days it's pleasant enough (and not raining) to open the windows.

It's comforting being here. I grew up here, my parents are close, other family and friends are close, and Sir is close. It's a win-win. And frankly, right now, I need all the emotional support I can get. Went to the doctor last week, and while I don't want to go into details, my doctor is now awaiting the result of two biopsies she did. We're hoping it's going to turn out to be nothing, but last year I did have two pre-cancerous places removed from a...rather tender area. And we're hoping this isn't a return. I also have to get my mammogram tomorrow, which oddly enough I'm not sweating, because my first one a couple of years ago was fine.

And facing my first holiday season now without either of my grandparents is rough, to say the least. They were an integral part of my life and I was blessed to have them as long as I did. But I'm determined to blend old traditions with new, and celebrate these holidays with my family and friends and make it a good one with as little stress as possible.

And, oh yeah, Grimalkin, aka Grim, aka Grimlin, aka Senor Nasty, aka Houdini Kitten is growing. Moved him up to a larger sized crate, and now he swings from the top of it like a frickin' monkey. He also figured out how to get out of it (hence the Houdini moniker) and it only took him escaping three times for us to figure out how he did it and remedy the situation.

Yes, we are somewhat slower in intelligence than an 8-week old kitten. *sigh*

I'm back to work on the Triple Trouble series bridge book, as well as some crochet projects. New fingerless gloves to keep me warm, and a really fun fox hat (has ear flaps and fox ears LOL) for Halloween.

And...one week until "Hernando Heat" officially releases! Woot! It's already on Siren's bestseller list, and it's not even out yet!! *Snoopy Dancing!!* My readers totally ROCK! :)

Excerpt & Adult Excerpt: Steam (prequel to the Triple Trouble series)

"Steam," the sequel to "Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats Vol. 3) and a prequel to "Trouble Comes in Threes" (Triple Trouble 1) is available from Siren-BookStrand. Here's an excerpt and an adult excerpt to whet your appetite! :)

http://www.bookstrand.com/steam

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour 128: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Shape-Shifter]

Lina’s finally getting the hang of being mated to twin Elemental dragon shifters, but the Goddess gig still has her stumped. She wouldn’t trade being mated to Jan and Rick Alexandr, even though she might end up accidentally blowing them up for getting on her nerves.

When Lina, her Watcher, and their dragon mates are summoned to Yellowstone National Park for a shifter Gathering, Lina never anticipates she’d soon become fast friends with Brodey Lyall, a wolf shifter. She senses Brodey’s deep grief over a recent loss, but that’s the least of their problems.

An ancient foe with an old grudge threatens to destroy everything Lina holds dear. Now it’s up to Brodey to outsmart a homicidal, psychopathic chicken bent on revenge. Can Brodey safely reunite Lina with her men, or will a forest fire and Yellowstone’s harsh elements prove too much for even the wily wolf shifter to overcome?


Excerpt

Lina's heart fluttered at the sight of her dragon shifter mate. Wavy blond hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, and a drool-worthy bod. Janek Svarog Alexandr formed the ice and earth half of the Elemental twin brothers. Usually the calmer and more level-headed brother, his temperament fitted his elements. He poured himself a mug of coffee, then leaned in and brushed a cool kiss along the back of Lina's neck.

"Good morning, lovely," he murmured, sliding into the chair next to her.

"There's a Gathering next week," Kael informed him.

Jan leaned forward and rested his forehead on the table. "Nooo."

Kael smirked. "Oh, yes."

"What's wrong?" Lina asked.

Kael grinned. "You want to tell her?"

Jan shook his head without lifting it. "I don't need this shit right now." He finally sat up and looked at her. "I know you've been wanting to meet our family, but I was hoping for a less..."

"Overwhelming?" Kael helped out.

Jan shot him a dirty look. "Busy venue."

Lina felt a surge of agitation wash through her. She clamped down on it. Until she knew what havoc her newest batch of powers could wreak, it was best she not get upset. "Answers, please."

Kael didn't speak. Jan sighed and turned to Lina, lacing his fingers through hers. His touch, as usual, felt comfortably cool. "A Gathering is like a business meeting, family reunion, political summit, and sometimes a speed-dating session all rolled into one."

"Then what's the big deal?"

"It's all shifters. Not only dragon shifters. Canines, felines--everyone. Most of the shifter races will send representatives."

"Whoa." She tried to absorb that information. Before now, she'd specifically told them not to overwhelm her with too many shifter details over the past eight months. Especially since she'd taken over Callaway and Associates following her former boss Edgar's impalement at the bottom of her pool after he tried to kill all three of her men. Zack being one of "her men" as far as she was concerned. "Canines? You mean...werewolves?"

Kael cleared his throat. Jan shot him a dirty look. "No, not werewolves. Don't call a wolf shifter that, they're liable to go batshit on you. Werewolves are totally different."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, back to the topic at hand. I have to drop everything and traipse out to Yellowstone for this Gathering? Why can't you guys go? We've got five huge commercial jobs right now." Callaway and Associates was the architectural design firm where the Alexandr brothers met Lina when they went for a consultation on building their house.

"Goddess has to go," Zack snarked. "You're sort of going to be the dragon shifters' star attraction."

"Zack!" Kael and Jan sharply scolded him.

Lina's jaw clenched. "Don't. Call me. That." She didn't care what the stupid prophecies and Baba Yaga said, she didn't feel like a friggin' goddess.

She felt like a woman about to lose her mind.

Rick appeared in the kitchen doorway. "What'd Zack do this time?" He leaned in and kissed Lina with lips that felt scorching hot on his way to pour himself a cup of coffee. Jarek Stribog Alexandr's straight black hair, warm amber eyes and tan skin set him drastically apart from his twin brother. The fire and air half of the Elemental twins, his hot, quick temper matched his hot, hard body. Yet for Lina, he would turn himself inside out to make her happy. Both brothers would.

"He's busting Lina's chops before she's had a full pot of coffee," Kael said.

Rick laughed. "Dude, that's seriously asking for trouble." He sat on Lina's other side. "What's going on?"

Kael filled them all in. A huge shifter Gathering, to be held at Yellowstone National Park that week. The Elders of their dragon shifter flagyer decreed attendance was mandatory.

"They want to meet Lina," Kael said. "And perform your binding Ceremony."

Lina sat up. "Our what?"

"It's like a--" Kael was drowned out by the other three men suddenly being struck by coughing fits.

She glared at Jan, then Rick. "What did you say, Kael?"

Rick, a man she'd never seen scared, looked horrified. "Nothing."

"Right, nothing," Jan agreed.

The fact that the two brothers readily agreed to anything other than the fact that they loved her heart and soul made her immediately suspicious. She looked at Kael. "It's like a what?"

"Wedding."

"WHAT?" The dragon shifter men eased their chairs away from the table in preparation to run.

Only Zack held his ground. "Sweetie, it's a dragon thing."

"I don't give a shit what the hell it is, nobody's marrying me off just because some old fart dragons say so!"

This had been a major point of contention for Lina throughout her unconventional relationship with the brothers. The State of Florida decreed only one man and one woman could be married. Knowing her two men, they would kill each other before giving ground and voluntarily allowing the other to become Mr. Pavlina Zaria. Therefore, she'd decided neither would marry her. She hyphenated their last name to hers, and they'd each given her a beautiful ring--she'd made them draw straws for which ring would go on which hand so it was totally fair--but that's as far as she'd go. She didn't need a wedding certificate to prove her love for her men, or theirs for her.



Adult Excerpt


Inside, Rick and Jan didn't speak as she closed the door behind her and sat on the double bed. A tight squeeze, but since they would only be there six days, she figured she'd manage.

"I won't blow anything up," she promised.

The men relaxed and smiled before sitting next to her on the bed. "Sorry," Jan apologized. "Zack warned us to keep our mouths shut until you were safely settled."

"Yeah," Rick agreed. "Who says we never listen to him?"

She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes. Rick and Jan stretched out beside her. "I'm so tired. Please tell me we can sleep late?"

Jan reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yep. Nothing until after lunch tomorrow."

At that, her stomach growled. "Right on cue," she grumbled.

Rick laughed and rested his palm over her tummy. "You want us to bring you something, or you want to go eat? They're having a buffet over in the lodge in an hour."

As tired as she felt, she still wanted to see a little of the place. "I'll go." She looked at Rick, his warm, amber eyes focused on her. Then she turned her head and looked at Jan. Ice blue eyes meant only for her. "You know, I'm not liable to set fire to anything right now."

Jan smiled and traced her jaw with his finger. "Well, at twenty thousand feet, we didn't want to take any chances."

"Not that we think you're out of control," Rick hastily added, "but we know flying was stressful--"

"And since the Goddess of making grown men shit their pants isn't sure where the off button is on her freaky new powers, yadda yadda. I know." She smiled. "It's okay. Did you say an hour?"

Jan nuzzled his lips along the side of her neck, finding the spot behind her ear that melted her. "An hour to have some relaxing fun."

Rick needed no coaxing. He slipped his hand under her shirt. "Maybe we could relax you two or three times."

She loved these two guys despite how much they sometimes frustrated her. She hooked a leg around Rick's thigh and kissed him. Behind her, Jan nibbled the nape of her neck with sinfully cool lips, making her shiver.

Working together, the men quickly stripped her of her clothes before shedding their own. Who said they can't work together like a well-oiled team? she thought, suppressing a smile. Rick lowered his mouth to her left breast, teasing and sucking her nipple. Jan's hand slipped down her body, between her legs.

She rolled over and wrapped her lips around Rick's cock, which tasted sinfully warm and sweet in her mouth.

He moaned as he gently fisted her hair. "Oh, Jesus baby, you know I love that!"

She swirled her tongue around the head, swiping along his slit and exploring the ridge. He sucked in a sharp breath as she tasted his salty pre-come. "You keep that up, I'll explode," he warned.

Lina lifted her lips from his cock but licked down the sides where she palmed his sac and ran her tongue along it, teasing him the way she knew he loved.

Blindly groping, her hand found Jan's cool cock and she wrapped her fingers around it and tugged until he moved closer. She grabbed Rick's cock and held it, keeping him in place as she turned her attention to Jan.

His stiff shaft felt cool in her mouth as she explored it with her tongue, his taste subtly different but still as good. Rick's hand slid down her back, between her ass cheeks, until he plunged two warm fingers into her drenched pussy and stroked.

Lina moaned around Jan's shaft, prompting a moan in reply. "Oh, babe, that's so fucking good!"

She laved her tongue over his cock and balls, then switched back to Rick once she brought Jan close to the edge. Back and forth she alternated between warm and cool until both hard cocks pulsed in her hands, desperate for release.

The next time she engulfed Rick's cock, Jan broke free and changed position to kneel behind her. "You're a tease, lovely. I can't take this anymore. I need to fuck you or I'm going to lose my mind."

Rick's hands plunged into her hair again as he rocked his hips against her. "Hurry up," he said, his voice tight. "I want to finish inside her." He made her let go of his cock and shifted position so he could again suck one of her nipples into his mouth. He nipped at her, making her moan as more hot sparks shot straight to her clit.

Jan's hard cock brushed against her ass. She wiggled herself into position until she felt the thick, cool head pressing against her wet pussy.

Rick switched to her other breast, using his hand to continue teasing the first. Then Jan rocked his hips, sinking his cock all the way to the hilt inside her, making her moan. He rolled them onto their sides so she faced Rick.

Jan's fingers stroked her clit, knowing when to torment and when to relent. The cool sensation in sharp contrast to her hot body slowly drew her closer to release.

"You gonna come for us, baby?" Jan whispered in her ear. "I want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing me when you do."

Excerpt: Safe Harbor

This is an excerpt from my EPIC award-winner, "Safe Harbor." This book is a good mix of the BDSM aspects of "The Reluctant Dom," with some of the humor and lighter moments of "Love Slave for Two." I mean, does it get any funnier when a cleptomaniacal miniature Yorkie confiscates a butt plug for a chew toy? (Oh, you want to know more, huh? Well, you 'll just have to read the book. *LOL*)

http://www.bookstrand.com/safe-harbor

Behind the scenes tidbit: I got the idea for Bart, Clarisse's miniature Yorkie, from two that I always see in a local business. When I told the woman about my idea and how I used it in the story, she nearly wet her pants laughing and loved it. And the two Greek restaurants mentioned in the book really exist.

This is one of my favorite exchanges from the book. This is between Mac and Clarisse, while she's trying to wrap her head around why Mac enjoys being Sully's slave.


Blurb:

[Menage Amour 119: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, Contemporary, BDSM, Public Exhibition]

Clarisse seeks refuge from her abusive ex-boyfriend on the Dilly Dally, her uncle's old fishing trawler in Tarpon Springs, Florida. She doesn't expect to find Mac and Sully, the Dilly's sexy new owners, on board making love.

They're at first startled by her appearance, then outraged by the injuries her ex inflicted. They insist she stay with them, and with nowhere else to go, Clarisse agrees.

Both men find themselves falling for Clarisse, but she can't bring herself to completely trust Sully, a former cop, like her ex. She's shocked to discover the men aren't just lovers either, but full-time Master and slave in a BDSM relationship. As she learns more about their history and lifestyle, she uncovers her own hidden desires. When danger from her past returns, can Sully and Mac provide Clarisse a Safe Harbor?

Excerpt


Clarisse shoved that last twinge out of her thoughts. “What if he kicks you out with nothing?”

Mac shrugged. “He could, but he won’t. Legally we have an agreement that if we separate I’ll get certain things.”

“The Dilly?”

“That’s one of them.”

“It doesn’t scare you?”

“Why should it?”

Wrapping her head around the issue wasn’t happening as she hoped it would. She stood and paced the kitchen. “How do you know? How do you know you won’t get screwed? In the bad way,” she added.

“I don’t.”

“So you’re perfectly okay with him having all this control over you? Faced with the very real possibility of having to start over?”

He shrugged. “I can always get a job, go back to school for my master’s degree, something.”

It struck her how little she knew about the men. “You went to college?”

“Yeah. Sully made me take advantage of my GI Bill bennies. I had no interest in going to college. He ordered me to. I enlisted in the Army the week after I graduated from high school, went to boot camp a few weeks later. I had no interest in college.”

“What’s your degree in?”

“Marine biology. Sully said I could pick any major I wanted, but I had to earn a degree in something.” He smirked. “So you see, I’m not some poor, dumb asshole without options. I was offered an internship at Mote Marine. I turned it down despite Sully wanting me to take it.”

“He made you go to school?”

He grinned. “Yeah, how horrible is that? Fuckin’ sadist.”

Clarisse tried to process that. “You’re a marine biologist?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “No. I’m a slave.”

She blinked, trying to make sense of that. “Why would you give up a career to do that?”

“I trust him. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life, to serve him.” He studied her. “Have you ever really trusted anyone?”

She started to answer, then stopped, thinking about it.

Happy Sunday!

Sunday, October 23, 2011
See? I told you having the websites and blogs merged would allow me to update more frequently. LOL

Today's agenda includes morning working on the Triple Trouble bridge book. This afternoon, I have some errands to run with Sir, we're meeting up with a friend to go look at possible outdoor pony/puppy play venues for the group we're a part of. Fun, fun, fun. :) (Yes, look for me to include puppy and pony play - for those of you who don't know what that is, it's PEOPLE pretending to be animals, and does NOT involve bio-animals! - in a future book/s.)

Then home again and more work on the bridge book. The reason it's going so slow is I'm merging the dragons and the Lyall wolves into a single timeline. I want to make sure I answer questions from "Steam," as well as set up the events of book four (which won't make a bit of sense if I don't write this book first).

Patience, peeps! LOL I promise, it'll be worth the wait.

Have a great day! :)

Grim versus the ball track toy.

Saturday, October 22, 2011
I can't help it, I'm a proud kitteh mommy. Grimalkin (aka Grim) has had his first run-in with the ball track toy. He's still trying to get the hang of it.

New Post: Write Your Ass Off - Lie versus Lay

Have a new post up at the WriteYourAssOff.com site, on how to tell lie from lay.

http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/

Wonky Blogger?

Seems like Blogger's acting a little wonky today. Sorry if you're having trouble getting to the website.

Lover's Scare Contest

I'm participating in Bianca Sommerland's Lover's Scare contest. Stop by her site every day for great excerpts and a chance to win some awesome prizes. :)

http://www.im-no-angel.com/new-blog.html

Woot! "Contractual Obligation" accepted for publication!

Friday, October 21, 2011
*Snoopy dancing!* Siren-BookStrand let me know today that they've accepted my latest manuscript, "Contractual Obligation" (mmf, contemporary) for publication! Details to follow as I get them. *grin!*

Oh, darn. I wasn't Raptured...again.

Ya know, it boggles my mind that in today's age, there are still people like Harold Camping who make their living by trying to scare the living crap out of people. It's even more mind-boggling that there are people stupid gullible enough to not only believe him, but who uproot their families, sell all their stuff, and stand there waiting to be hauled up to some heavenly reward.

I have nothing against people's religious beliefs. What I have a problem with is the religious "establishment" that tries to keep power over people and sucks them dry financially. Especially when some of those "churches" are nothing more than thinly disguised political groups that shouldn't, IMO, receive tax exempt status.

It's very sad that there were people who actually sold their stuff and toured the country in RV caravans back in May "spreading the word" about the May non-Rapture.

Do people not research anymore? Do these people honestly fail to look into the history of the Bible and how it came to be? Ya know, the "rapture theory" is not actually in the Bible the way it's portrayed by a lot of evangelicals. Today's moden "Rapture" theory was actually concocted around the 17th century, and popularized back in the 1800's.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapture

Go ahead, I'll wait.

Google "rapture theory" and you'll get a lot of information about it. I strongly suggest if you're gullible enough to follow some old fart who has an engineering degree and keeps making wrong predictions about the end of the world, that perhaps you should educate yourself as to what he's preaching. And what he's preaching WRONGLY.

Again, I do NOT have a problem with religion.

I do, however, have a BIG problem with predators, regardless of their faith (or lack thereof) who prey on people looking for solace.I have a HUGE problem with establishments who use fear to keep a stranglehold on their followers. You know what groups like that are usually called?

Cults.

I support belief systems that give people comfort as long as it's not hurting them or anyone else. Unfortunately, there are too many "religious leaders" out there (and not just Christian, they're in EVERY denomination, including non-traditional ones) who are looking to protect their own interests and not promoting the common good. That's why I say while I support religious freedom, I do not and will not support religious "establishments."

And if you were expecting to get Raptured today and wake up tomorrow morning all disappointed, I'll do my best not to say see, I told you so.

Simple Facebook Etiquette

Thursday, October 20, 2011
You know, I didn't think I'd really have to post a helpful hint like this, but it just happened to me.

If you don't like what someone posts on their Facebook (or other social media wall), then DON'T COMMENT on it. If you do comment, don't do what the asshat on my wall just did and tell me to "pipe down" after insulting one of my friends. Disagreeing is one thing, being disrespectful and calling people "annoying" when they challenge your small-minded beliefs is just begging for a verbal smack-down.

Wow. That was this person's one-way ticket to me unfriending and blocking their ass.

Randomness: The making of the Darth Vader Volkswagen commercial.

If you loved the Darth Vader Volkswagen commercial, you'll love this too, the outtakes that didn't make it into the final commercial.

Adult Excerpt: Hernando Heat

This is an adult excerpt from my newest release, "Hernando Heat," now available for pre-order from Siren-BookStrand!

http://www.bookstrand.com/hernando-heat


Adult Excerpt

She heard footsteps down the hall before sensing Joe in the doorway. He chuckled. “Mmm, that’s a beautiful sight.” She didn’t stop what she was doing as he walked across the room to the bed. She felt the bed shift behind her as Joe knelt on the mattress. Then his hands caressed her ass, stroking her rounded cheeks, his fingers pausing to brush against her mound.

That made her moan with pleasure, which in turn drew another moan out of Mason.

Joe chuckled. “Hmm, that’s an interesting reaction.” He stroked her again, making her moan around Mason’s cock again, and drawing yet another moan from his cousin.

She started to lift her head from Mason’s cock, but Joe gently rested a hand on the top of her head, holding her in place. “No, I think I like seeing you just like that. Plus it gives me perfect access to do what I want.”

She wondered what that was until she felt his lips and tongue between her legs, making her moan again. Every sound Joe pulled from her was echoed by Mason as the vibrations flowed from her throat to his cock. Joe licked and explored her pussy then drew her complete attention when he used his hands to hold her ass cheeks apart and his tongue slipped between them.

Katie nearly came from the new sensation as he circled her virgin rosebud with his tongue.

“Jesus,” Mason gasped. “What the hell are you doing to her, Joe? It sounds like you’re driving her out of her head!”

He sat up and chuckled, making her whine at the loss. “Nothing compared to what I’m about to do to her.” She sensed him reach for something but kept her eyes closed as she slowly sucked Mason’s cock. Then she felt something cool and slippery on her rim, followed by one finger carefully massaging the tight hole.

She shivered and spread her legs, giving Joe even better access to her ass. First one finger slipped inside her, then a second, nearly driving her out of her mind with need but not quite enough to push her over the edge. She desperately wished for a finger or tongue or even a cock to rub her clit and help her jump the final hurdle, but the men were content to keep her on the edge.

Finally, Joe withdrew his fingers, and then she felt him change position. “Relax, baby. Breathe through it.” The hard head of his cock pressed against her ass, and she felt stretched, not sure if she could take it. Then Joe reached between her legs and lightly stroked her clit with his finger.

She gasped around Mason’s cock. Joe didn’t tease her enough to make her orgasm, but the distraction from the stiff rod now plunging deep into her ass was enough to make her beg for them to make her come.

Both men laughed. Once she felt Joe’s thighs pressing against her ass, he slowly withdrew before sliding deep inside her again. It was an exquisite, filling sensation, different from their cocks in her pussy, strange and yet as right as everything else they’d done to her.

Then Joe reached around her and made her sit up against him. “Mason,” he hoarsely said, “I can’t hold it long. Let’s show this little lady who she belongs to.”

“Gladly.” With a sinful smile, Mason slid into position between her legs and helped Joe lower her down until his cock was poised at the entrance to her gushing pussy. “You belong to us,” Mason said as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

She cried out with pleasure at the incredible fullness within her. Then they started moving together, slowly at first, gaining speed and thrusting harder until they found a seesaw rhythm that had both cocks slamming into her. Mason reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers while Joe’s fingers found her clit again.

“Come for us, Katie,” Joe said, his voice deep and full of heat. “Show us who you belong to.”

She cried out when her orgasm hit, the hardest she’d ever felt in her life, the pleasure-pain of the hard and fast fucking keeping her release rolling through her like a runaway coach. She sobbed as it didn’t stop, the explosion bouncing around inside her and taking away all will.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Who do you belong to?” Joe commanded. “Tell us. Say it.”

“I belong to both of you,” she sobbed.

“That’s it,” Mason encouraged as he grabbed her hips and thrust hard and deep up into her. “You belong to us and you’re never gonna leave us, are you?”

“No!” she cried out.

“We feel you, baby,” Joe said, his hands now around her waist as his balls slapped against her flesh with every stroke. “You can’t lie to us that you love this. We feel your pussy begging us for more, don’t we?”

“Please don’t stop!” she begged. Despite worrying the pleasure might kill her, she never wanted it to end. It felt like her heart would burst from her chest.

“Tell us what you want, Katie,” Mason ordered. “Tell us you want us to fuck you hard.”

“Please…please fuck me.” She could barely gasp the words. Pleasure the likes of which she’d never felt before threatened to take her very breath away.

“That’s our good girl,” Mason said. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” She felt his cock swell inside her cunt, triggering another orgasm in her. In her ass, Joe fucked her even harder, the whole bed now shaking with his efforts.

“I’m going to come,” Joe said. “You’re going to be filled with us, and you’re going to wake up knowing you belong to us, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Please, do it!”

New Blog Post at the BDSM Authors Playroom

I've got  new blog post up at the BDSM Authors Playroom: Don't dis the kink.

http://bdsmauthorsplayroom.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-dis-kink.html

"Hernando Heat" now available for pre-order!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Woot! "Hernando Heat" is now available for pre-order on the Siren-BookStrand website! :)

http://www.bookstrand.com/hernando-heat

Blurb:


[Ménage Amour: Erotic Western Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]

Katie Dorchester's heart died with her husband. Worse, her ex-in-laws would kill to steal her property. Forced to leave town, she tries to build a new life in Brooksville.

Enter Joe Lansing and his cousin, Deputy Mason Carlisle. Joe’s had run-ins with the Dorchesters before…and suspects his fiancée paid the price. Mason lost his sister to a rich bully. The men have heartache of their own, but when they intercede on Katie’s behalf to protect her from the Dorchesters, they know she is the one for them.

Katie would do anything to protect Joe and Mason’s reputations in town, including giving up her own happiness with them. When the Dorchesters threaten her men, she tries to protect them the only way she knows. Now her men are in a race to save her life and their new family. Can they keep her safe in the deadly Hernando Heat?

A Siren Erotic Romance

New design.

Yes, I'm playing with my blog design. Please bear with me as I continue to tweak it. Thanks!

Gidget's Halloween Costume

Sunday, October 16, 2011
I swear Gidget isn't upset. She loves to wear outfits. This was the only pic I got where her eyes weren't glowing like a demon. LOL

New Cover! "Hernando Heat"

Wednesday, October 12, 2011
I love showing off a shiny new book cover! This is the cover for my upcoming release, "Hernando Heat" from Siren-BookStrand, coming later this month.

"Cross Country Chaos" on sale!

Monday, October 10, 2011
If you haven't read it yet, Siren-BookStrand has my book "Cross Country Chaos" (writing as Lesli Richardson) on 50% discount until Nov. 7th as a retro release! (It was inspired by a real-life trip I took with my son LOL!)

http://www.bookstrand.com/cross-country-chaos

Blurb:

Divorced mom Kelly Alexander wants her younger son, Denny, who is in a wheelchair due to spina bifida, to participate in sports. Kelly finds out about the Junior National Disability Games, but they're in Spokane, Washington, a continent away from her Florida home. She's clueless about what to do next.

Mart Rawlings is a single, handsome wheelchair athlete who volunteers to coach Denny and helps him qualify--and falls hard for Kelly. But past heartache over her cheating ex fuels Kelly's reluctance to get personally involved with him.

Kelly must survive a grueling cross country drive to Nationals with her sons and mother, but more importantly, can she make herself take a chance on love?

Cross Country Chaos is a funny, passionate, and at times cringingly honest story of healing broken hearts, rebuilding trust, finding love in unexpected places, and realizing sometimes the greatest disability is between a person's ears, not their body.

A BookStrand Mainstream Romance

Great review for "Stoneface!"

Sunday, October 9, 2011
I received a great review for "Stoneface" from Mary's Naughty Whispers blog:

http://mary-whispers.blogspot.com/2011/10/stoneface-by-tymber-dalton.html

Candy. That is exactly what it is when a new release of Tymber Dalton is out. I do not even question myself. I hardly read the blurb. I just have to get it asap. period.

Thank you!! :) I'm glad you enjoyed it!!

Looking for a spooky read?

Saturday, October 8, 2011
It's that time of year again, when we go out of our way to scare the bejeezus out of ourselves. :) If you're looking for a spooky menage to keep you up all night, how about trying my book "Dead Moon Rising," writing as Macy Largo.

http://www.bookstrand.com/dead-moon-rising

Blurb:

[#205 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F]

Sarah’s moving from Seattle to Miami when a cranky car and a terrifying brush with a serial killer leave her stranded in the middle of the dark and desolate South Dakota plains. Captain Plato Delaney of the South Dakota Highway Patrol is on the killer’s trail, and Sarah is the only living witness.

With limited funds and nowhere to go, Del invites her to stay with him and his lover, John Riley, himself a retired Trooper. It’s not long before the killer is on Sarah’s trail…and she’s in Del and John’s bed. Now the men have to protect Sarah against a killer who stays one step ahead of the law. But Sarah’s flashes of intuition prove to be stronger than any of them thought, and her conversations with the ghost of a little boy murdered decades earlier might be the key to saving them all from another Dead Moon Rising.

A Siren Erotic Romance

You can find all my Siren-BookStrand releases under my various pen names, including my newest "Stoneface," at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Still alive.

Thursday, October 6, 2011
Sorry I’ve been so quiet. We’ve got a new kitten, and I’m battling a sinus infection. Not fun. (Well, the kitten is cute, but one of his nicknames is now “Senor Nasty.” LOL)

A HUGE thank you to everyone who’s bought “Stoneface.” It’s currently up to #7 on Siren’s bestselling list, and getting great ratings and review from readers! (I love you guys and gals!)

You can find all my Siren-BookStrand releases at: http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton.

I also have a new post up at The Playroom BDSM Authors’ Blog:

http://bdsmauthorsplayroom.blogspot.com/ Please stop by and check it out.

What’s next? I’ve got another release coming later this month from Siren, called “Hernando Heat,” a mfm historical. I also have several manuscripts I’m busily working on to get turned in, including the third in the DSMC series (tentatively titled Spider Bight). Yes, I’m working on the next “Love Slave for Two” book, and the bridge book in the “Triple Trouble” series, don’t worry. LOL

Adult Excerpt: Stoneface

Saturday, October 1, 2011
This is an adult excerpt from my book "Stoneface," available from Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/stoneface

Adult Excerpt


Tim stretched out in bed next to her and started kissing her as Jack’s fingers slowly started massaging her rim again. He gently pressed for entrance with one finger and spent several long, achingly slow minutes stretching her.

Her cunt throbbed, desperate to feel a cock inside her. Tim reached up and cupped one of her breasts, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She thought the sensation would drive her mad with need.

“Please,” she gasped. If they kept this up, she’d spend all night coming. And it’d been years since she’d had two orgasms in the space of twenty-four hours.

Both of them self-induced.

How sad am I?

She shoved that thought out of her brain and tried to relax as the men refused to rush.

“No, I like hearing you beg,” Jack teased. “The longing in your voice. That just really gets me revved up.”

Tim chuckled. “He’s not kidding. I can’t tell you how many times he’s made me beg.”

“Please!” She had no shame. That point had long passed and was miles away in her rearview mirror.

“Please what, baby?”

She wiggled her hips. “Please fuck me!”

He added more lube and a second finger to her tight ass, slowly fucking her with his hand. “Oh, I will fuck you, baby. All night long. So will Tim. You’re just dying to feel what it’s really like to have two cocks inside you at the same time, aren’t you?”

Her body trembled with need. “Yes!” she gasped.

Tim sat up and held up a condom wrapper. “I think I’d like to slide my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

She swallowed hard and eagerly nodded. He took his time sheathing his cock in the condom, frequently shooting her looks that told her he was enjoying torturing her with the wait every bit as much as Jack was.

He lay back and rolled her on top of him, Jack never relinquishing his hold on her ass. In fact, before Tim could enter her, Jack added a third finger, stretching her even more, making her gasp.

Jack stopped moving. She heard the concern in his voice. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Hell, yes! Please don’t stop?”

Both men laughed. “Don’t worry,” Tim said, grabbing her hips. “We won’t.” He positioned her above his cock and she moaned as she impaled herself on him.
“Oh, yes!” She wanted to start riding him, the delicious feeling of Jack’s fingers in her ass stoking her desire to furnace intensity. But the men wouldn’t let her, holding her still while Jack kept up his sweet torture.

“Not yet, baby,” Jack crooned. “When we’re ready.”

She wiggled and squirmed, but Tim wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to his chest, holding her still while he deeply kissed her. Finally, after what felt like forever, Jack withdrew his hand and disappeared for a moment. Then she heard him return and the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open.

After a long, agonizing moment, she felt him kneel behind her and even more lube drizzled down the seam of her ass. “Relax, baby. We’ll be here a while.”

At first, she wasn’t sure she could take him despite the careful preparation. But he did go slow, every little bit of forward motion filling her deeper, stretching her with an erotically charged ache she both loved and wasn’t sure she could take another second.

When he was finally seated deep in her ass, he pulled her up, her back pressed against his chest. Tim’s eager hands immediately went to her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples as Jack nibbled on her shoulder.

“How’s that feel?”

Better than great, even better than she thought it ever could. Never in her perviest dreams had she ever thought it could be that good. She nodded. “Great!”

He nipped her. “Better than you imagined?”

She tried to wiggle and move to rub her clit against Tim’s body, but Jack held her still in his firm embrace. “Yes!”

Tim laughed. “Oh, baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He dropped one hand to her swollen, throbbing clit and started rubbing.

Gwen’s orgasm immediately exploded, rolling through her body, intensified by the feeling of the two cocks buried deeply inside her. She gave all control over to Jack as he held her, whispering dirty things in her ear as Tim relentlessly kept her coming. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Jack lowered her on top of Tim and both men started moving. They fucked her slowly at first, getting their rhythm down, seesawing their cocks back and forth into her as she trembled with each wave of pleasure rolling through her.

Who needs a vibrator? she thought as another climax had her muscles squeezing both cocks and only intensifying the sensations within her.

“Jesus, that’s beautiful!” Tim gasped as his hands clamped down on her hips again. “Holy crap, I’ve never felt anything like this!”

Jack’s hands grasped her shoulders as he slowly thrust, withdrawing almost all the way before pushing deep within her. Tim’s cock hit her clit with each stroke, and she gave up trying to think as pure lust and passion assaulted her senses.