Woot! :) "Love Slave for Two: Reunions - Book 3" coming in July!

I received word from Siren-BookStrand this morning that "Love Slave for Two: Reunions (Book 3)" will be published sometime in July! :) *cue the happy Snoopy dance!*

Put away the pitchforks...

Y'all can douse the torches and put away the pitchforks. Just a couple of hours ago, I hit "send" on an email submitting "Love Slave for Two: Reunions (Book 3)" to my publisher. :) So keep your fingers crossed for me! (Hey, I'm a neurotic, paranoid writer. I sweat EVERY submission!)

Just in case you missed any of the first three books (yes, one's a prequel that snuck up on me), the reading order is:

1. Love Slave for Two: Beginnings (prequel)
2. Love Slave for Two (Book 1)
3. Love Slave for Two: Family Matters (Book 2)

I'll be honest, when I first came up with "Love Slave for Two," it was originally intended to be a one-off book, not a series. Then readers kept asking me what happened next, and how did Tom and Tyler meet, etc. I knew the backstory in my head, of course, but never meant to put it out as a prequel. I ended up getting the idea for "LSFT: Family Matters" and it practically wrote itself. Then, so many more people asked for the backstory, I ended up writing it.

"LSFT: Reunions" is much lighter in tone than the second one, don't worry. Hell, do you honestly think Tyler can prod his brood across the country in an RV and NOT have some hysterical things happen? LOL And book 4 won't take a fraction as long to write. I'm already working on it and hope to have it turned in in a few weeks.

Oh, and here's another hint: Del, John, and Sarah from my book "Dead Moon Rising" make an appearance as well, for those of you who were wondering what happened to them. :) (Yes, I'm sneaky like that.)

"Acquainted With the Night" available at a discount.

My book "Acquainted With the Night" is being offered at a 50% discount by Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/acquainted-with-the-night


Blurb:

[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/M, with Multiple Partners, Public Exhibition, sex toys]

Dale despised the Terran military. He was drafted, not a volunteer. He never expected to get captured by the Algonquans and sold as a breeder pet, either. He only prays his new owner is kind and doesn’t eat him. Then he meets fellow pet, Mark, who informs him getting captured was the luckiest day of their lives. Mark also hated the military and now spends his days in a life of sexual leisure, enjoying poetry and totally at peace with his fate.

Dale settles in and finds not only does he enjoy this life, he loves Mark, too. Despite tragedy striking too close to home in their protected world, they find room to love their Master’s newest pets, Cooper and Nate.

When the war ends and the Terran pets are granted their freedom, the men are faced with a choice: return, or stay with the owner they’ve grown to love?

A Siren Erotic Romance


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

"The Reluctant Dom" available for pre-order!

(EDIT: 7/4/2012 - You can buy "The Reluctant Dom" in e-book format from my publisher, Siren-BookStrand, at: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-reluctant-dom )

I'm pleased to announce that my book being re-released by Siren-BookStrand, "The Reluctant Dom," is now available for pre-order!

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-reluctant-dom

AVAILABLE: Monday, June 4th

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA for M/F]

Love hurts…if you’re lucky.

Kaden’s dying, but before he goes he has one problem to solve—he must ask his oldest and dearest friend, Seth, to take over as Dom and Master to his beloved wife, Leah.

Seth has always seen himself as the perpetual screwup and Kaden as the strong and steady one, so his friend’s request rocks his world. He also knows there’s no way he can refuse Kaden this.

Now Seth finds himself immersed in a role he’s far from comfortable with—inflicting physical pain to provide emotional comfort to the woman he’s secretly loved for years. Can he deal with his crushing grief over the impending loss of his oldest friend and still learn the skills he must master in time to become The Reluctant Dom?

Note: This book was previously published with another publisher.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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

Thanks!

Guest Blog: The voices in my head say...

Why does it take so damn long sometimes for a writer to put out a new book in a series? (Or a new book, period?)

I address that topic today at the "When One is Not Enough" menage authors blog:

http://menageromance.blogspot.com/2012/05/voices-in-my-head-say.html

Please stop by and leave a comment.

Thanks!

Release Day! - "Triple Dog Dare" (Triple Trouble 4)

Woot! It's release day for "Triple Dog Dare" (Triple Trouble 4)! I know this one took a long time to get out there, but as a writer, I have to follow the characters. When I started this series, I never anticipated the turns the storyline would take.

http://www.bookstrand.com/triple-dog-dare


Blurb:

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, with M/M/F elements not involving the main characters, shape-shifters, HEA]

Elain Pardie thought being mated to three wolf shifters was the best thing that ever happened to her despite its toll on her nerves. As her adopted family grows, however, so do her troubles. And unexpected guests before her wedding bring answers, and even more questions, about her past.

Ain, Brodey, and Cail Lyall never expected to find their One, the woman to complete them. Now that they have, it turns out they have more in common with her than they thought. Despite their claim on her body and heart, it looks like they’ll have the fight of their life to hold on to her.

Elain’s life has gotten crazier than she ever thought it could between dealing with revelations and wedding plans. The distant past is catching up with them, and now it’s up to Elain and her three mates to stand up to a ruthless man bent on revenge.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The correct order to read all of the Triple Trouble books and prequels is:

"Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats, Vol. 3)
Steam
Fire and Ice
Trouble Comes in Threes (Triple Trouble 1)
Storm Warning (Triple Trouble 2)
Three Dog Night (Triple Trouble 3)
Triple Dog Dare (Triple Trouble 4)


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

How long until your books get on Kindle/Nook/Kobo/etc.?

Remember, if you have a Kindle or Nook (or whatever) you don't have to wait until my books come out at third-party stores to buy them. You can get them directly from Siren-BookStrand on release day!

Kindle - Set up your Siren-BookStrand account with your Kindle email address, and make sure your Kindle is account is set up to receive emails. OR, use the USB cable, download the file (.prc/.mobi) to your computer, then drag and drop it to the Documents folder on your Kindle like you would as if it were an external hard drive.

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/kindle.htm

Nook - Buy the .epub format, download the file to your computer, and drag and drop it via USB cable to your Nook's Documents folder.

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/nook.htm

Kobo - I believe Kobo uses .epub as well, so ditto the Nook procedure.

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/kobo.htm

Sony, et. all - You should be able to download your format (consult your reader's documentation) and transfer it to your reader.

http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/ipad.htm
http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/customers/sony.htm

You can also use the Calibre e-book software to manage your book files: http://calibre-ebook.com/

Can't wait for "Triple Dog Dare" - how about "Doggy Tales" to occupy you? :)

If you can't wait for the new Triple Trouble book to release on Monday and you have a hankering for sexy shifter stories, if you haven't grabbed my book "Doggy Tales" yet, you might want to check it out. :)

http://www.bookstrand.com/doggy-tales

Exclusive Adult Excerpt: Triple Dog Dare (Triple Trouble 4)

I just posted an exclusive adult excerpt to my new book, "Triple Dog Dare" (Triple Trouble 4) in my Yahoogroups newsletter. Sign up and/or log in to read it if you're not already a member! :) (It's announcement only, so it's not a lot of email.)

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"Triple Dog Dare" (Triple Trouble 4) available for pre-order.

The fourth installment of my Triple Trouble series, "Triple Dog Dare," is now available for pre-order from Siren-BookStrand!

http://www.bookstrand.com/triple-dog-dare

Blurb:


[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, with M/M/F elements not involving the main characters, shape-shifters, HEA]

Elain Pardie thought being mated to three wolf shifters was the best thing that ever happened to her despite its toll on her nerves. As her adopted family grows, however, so do her troubles. And unexpected guests before her wedding bring answers, and even more questions, about her past.

Ain, Brodey, and Cail Lyall never expected to find their One, the woman to complete them. Now that they have, it turns out they have more in common with her than they thought. Despite their claim on her body and heart, it looks like they’ll have the fight of their life to hold on to her.

Elain’s life has gotten crazier than she ever thought it could between dealing with revelations and wedding plans. The distant past is catching up with them, and now it’s up to Elain and her three mates to stand up to a ruthless man bent on revenge.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

Here is the correct reading order for the entire series:

• "Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats, Vol. 3)
• "Steam"
• "Fire and Ice" (Triple Trouble Prequel)
• "Trouble Comes in Threes" (Triple Trouble 1)
• "Storm Warning" (Triple Trouble 2)
• "Three Dog Night" (Triple Trouble 3)
• "Triple Dog Dare" (Triple Trouble 4)

Shiny New Book Cover: "The Reluctant Dom"

And yet another shiny new book cover just dropped into my in box! Presenting the new cover for "The Reluctant Dom," coming soon in e-book and print from Siren-BookStrand! :)

Shiny New Book Cover! "Triple Dog Dare" (Triple Trouble 4)

Woot! Look what just dropped into my in box! :) The new cover for my book "Triple Dog Dare" (Triple Trouble 4).

Adult Excerpt: "Dead Moon Rising"

Looking for a spooky read? Try my book "Dead Moon Rising," writing as Macy Largo, and available from Siren-BookStrand.

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 releases as Tymber Dalton, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

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

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Adult Excerpt:


“Please make me come!” she begged.

He chuckled. “No, baby. I told you, I want you on a high simmer for Del.” The front door opened and immediately slammed shut again. “And there he is.”

The sound of pounding footsteps down the hall reached them. By the time Del hit the doorway, he already had his shirt off and was ripping his bulletproof vest off, too.

John sat up, making her moan again. “Easy, tiger. Give me your piece.”

Del kissed him as he yanked off his holster belt. “Jesus, I can taste her on you.”

“Have a taste yourself.” He climbed off the bed to safely stow Del’s sidearm in the closet lockbox when Del, still in his uniform pants and shoes, dove onto her.

“Hiya, baby.”

She giggled. “He’s mean. He won’t let me come.”

“Oh, is he now? Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” He kissed her as she wrapped her arms around him and tried to hump herself against his rock-hard thigh.

She melted beneath him, his aggressive passion stoking the flames within her even higher. Despite Del’s usually gentle ways, she’d always suspected, from the hunger in his eyes when he looked at John, that he took control in bed.

John returned. “Jesus, get naked, for chrissake.”

“You have no idea how horny I’ve been all afternoon.” He sat up and pulled her with him, lowering his mouth to her breasts, one then the other, eagerly nipping and sucking. “The thought of the two of you, in bed together”—he kissed her again, sucking on her tongue—“and knowing what I had waiting for me has been torture.”

John knelt behind him and unfastened his slacks while Del continued kissing her. “Ten seconds, buddy, that’s all it takes to get naked.” He shoved Del’s slacks and briefs down his hips and grabbed his cock. “You want that inside our sweet girl, you need to get these off first.”

“Fuck!” He stood and kicked off his shoes, ripped off his T-shirt and socks, and shoved his pants off, nearly tripping when he pulled the last leg off.

John used the opening to lie down on the bed and pull her on top of him. “Just like I told you earlier, baby. I want to eat you out while he’s fucking you.”

Del froze. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, “that’s goddamned hot!”

“Then get your ass back in bed.” He handed him a condom.

Sarah settled over John’s head, eagerly grabbing his throbbing cock and sucking on it. He pulled her hips down so he could reach her pussy with his mouth and latched onto her clit.

Moaning, she released his cock. “Please, dammit, fuck me!”

That broke Del’s spell. He frantically ripped the pouch open and rolled the condom on before carefully kneeling behind her. She looked at him over her shoulder, her heart melting at the dark passion in his blue eyes.

“You want this cock, baby?” he hoarsely asked.

She nodded.

He teased her, rubbing the head up and down her soaked pussy, parting her lips with it even as John flicked her clit with his tongue.

She thought the explosion John had brought her earlier rocked her world, but suspected that experience was about to be blown out of the water.

He squeezed her ass. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. He kissed her back, feathering his tongue over her cheeks, down between them, to her ass, teasing her. “Another fantasy, I think for tomorrow since I have the day off.” He sank his cock home inside her, a little larger than John, making her moan.

“Yes!”

Del grabbed her hips. “Okay, baby. I want to hear those moans around his cock. Make him come for me while I fuck you.”

She slurped him back down as deep as she could. John moaned around her clit, setting off a chain reaction inside her. As Del fucked her, hard and fast, stroking every last nerve ending inside her, John sucked on her clit, not holding back.

Explosive fireworks went off inside her womb, spreading out through her body as she screamed around John’s cock.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby!” Del cried out, thrusting harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin as his balls hit her with each stroke.

She wasn’t done. Another, stronger wave crashed over her, robbing her of strength as John’s hands clamped tightly on her thighs and refused to let her move.

“Yes!” With one last thrust, she felt Del’s cock throb inside her as John’s exploded in her mouth, filling her senses with his sweet, musky essence.

Del’s hands hit the bed on either side of her, holding him up, keeping him from crushing both of them, but she felt his chest hair against her back, both of them slick with moisture.

John relaxed his grip on her and placed a final, gentle kiss on her clit. “Good?” he mumbled from beneath her.

She let his softening member slide from her mouth and laughed. “Um, yeah.”

Del nipped her shoulder. “Jesus, baby, I think my brains exploded through my cock. Hot damn, that was fucking awesome.” He sat up. “And you, mister. What the hell was that you did to me?”

She wished he didn’t have to pull out, but knew the condom made it a necessity. Once Del stepped away from the bed, she swung off John, who sat up with a smile on his face. “What? I just let my fingers do the walking.” He winked at her and kissed her.

“What’d you do?” she asked.

She heard the toilet flush, and Del returned. “He shoved his finger up my ass is what he did, sneaky bastard.”

“Didn’t you like it?” John asked, the picture of innocence.

“Fuck yeah, I loved it.” He stretched out in bed and pulled her down to him, kissing her. “Maybe next time you can actually fuck me while I’m doing that.”

John curled up on her other side, one hand snaking down and coming to rest between her legs. “Mmm. You trying to get me hard again, or what?”

“Is it working?” Del asked.

She giggled.

Del arched an eyebrow at her. “What’s so funny?”

“You two. You’re too much.”

He kissed her again, this time gently, tenderly. “You might be thinking we’re too much by this time tomorrow night. Not letting you loose any time soon.”

“What about dinner?” John asked.

“What about it?” He sat up, moved John’s hand, and licked her mound. “I have a snack.”

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Guest blog: Open Your Mind Before Your Mouth

I'm blogging today over at the "When One Is Not Enough" menage authors blog. Topic? I'm taking on a pinhead ROMANCE AUTHOR who equated BDSM with "setting back the women's movement." (Oh no she did-uhnt!) Oh, yes she did, and I take her to task for it.

http://menageromance.blogspot.com/2012/05/open-your-mind-before-your-mouth.html

Adult Excerpt: "Love Slave for Two: Beginnings"

For those of you who've wanted to find out how Tyler and Thomas met and got together, you're getting your wish! *G* This excerpt is from Love Slave for Two: Beginnings (Prequel). The events in this book take place BEFORE Love Slave for Two (Book 1) and culminate at the first chapter of Book 1. This scene takes place over a year before Tyler meets Thomas. Now available from Siren-BookStrand!

http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-beginnings

You can find all my Siren-BookStrand Tymber Dalton releases at:

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

Blurb:

[Menage Amour: Erotic Alternative Menage a Trois Romance, Contemporary, May-December, BDSM, Public Exhibition, M/M, M/M/M, with M/M/M/F]

Tyler Paulson came to America with a scholarship and a dream of becoming a writer. With an unsupportive mother and a father who abandoned him, he makes close friends and tries to build a new life for himself in his adopted country. Unfortunately, a series of heartbreaking betrayals makes him doubt not only truths he once held about himself, but shatters his trust in others.

Thomas Kinsey wants to carry on his father's legacy and become an architect. His family and upbringing couldn't be more different than Tyler's, but he hides a secret he's afraid to admit for fear of testing his strong family bonds.

Thomas knows Tyler is the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with...if he can convince Tyler to forget the ghosts in his past and have faith in their future together. Read the scorching prequel to "Love Slave for Two!"

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Ray let Oot cuff Tyler's hands and wrists and hook him up to the bench. The difference in Oot's touch with the implements was immediately apparent to Tyler. He took his time, used his hands to caress and squeeze Tyler's flesh, delivered far less sting. Within twenty minutes, Tyler didn't care that he was begging to come.

Ray knelt in front of him while Oot used a soft flogger on Tyler's ass. "You want to come already? You're just begging to be used this weekend, aren't you?

"Yes, please!" The restrictive leather G-string had only added to his torment. Every movement of his hips added even more torturously pleasant friction.

The doorbell rang. The other two men seemed to anticipate it, but it shocked Tyler back from his heady state.

"Ooh, there's kitten!" Oot said.

"You stay here with him," Ray ordered. "I'll be right back." Oot stepped up his ministrations, quickly settling Tyler back into subspace. He was vaguely aware of people entering the room and a woman's voice.

"Strip, kitten," an unfamiliar voice commanded.

Ray spoke. "Oot, hold up for a moment."

Tyler gasped as the activities stopped, allowing him a moment to gather his thoughts. Ray knelt in front of him again.

"Daddy Saul is loaning us kitten for the weekend because he's going out of town and doesn't want her to get into trouble. Do you want to play with her?"

Tyler struggled to form vowels. "Okay."

"You'll get to top her when I say so, but she won't top you. She's a total bottom."

"Okay."

Ray ruffled his hair. "Get that G-string off him."

Tyler felt hands remove the G-string.

The other man's voice spoke. "Well, get your head down there, girl. Use that mouth for what it's made for."

Tyler felt hair brush his thighs, then...

His eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of soft, hot, silky lips engulfing his cock.

Ray laughed. "In this case, Tyler, you don't need permission to come. Not that you could hold back anyway. She's a total cocksucking slut. Have at him, kitten."

Oot started in on Tyler again with a paddle, and it only took seconds for Tyler to explode in kitten's mouth with a loud cry. He was aware of a happy female moan, but she didn't release him, kept sucking, deep-throating him past the point of release until he grew hard again.

Hands caressed his back, his thighs, his ass. He was vaguely aware of Ray showing the other man out, then returning.

Oot groaned. "He's got such a nice ass. Please, Master?"

"We won't get anything else accomplished this weekend if I don't let you fuck him now, will we?"

"Probably not, Master."

"Oh, all right, fine. Go get a condom and lube." He ran his hand through Tyler's hair, caressing, gentle, not pulling it.

"Haven't had a good spit roast in a while. Don't stop what you're doing, kitten. Your owner gave me permission to whip your ass if I need to."

She moaned around Tyler's cock, the sensation making him moan in reply.

Ray laughed. "Gotta love that sound."

Tyler was aware of Oot's gentle hands working cool lube into his ass, Ray's hands on his head, and the feel of kitten's hot mouth on his cock. Even if he could have moved, he would have fought anyone tooth and nail had they tried to make him get up.

"Ever been the center, Tyler?" Ray asked. Tyler wasn't sure what he meant, was pretty sure the answer was currently no, but was only seconds away from finding out.

Ray stripped off his shirt, then dropped his shorts and stepped out of them, leaving his stiff cock waving in the air. He wasn't as long as Marcus, but he was thicker around. As he stepped forward, he cupped Tyler's chin. "You're not going to be able to talk, so three long, loud grunts will mean red, two mean yellow, one means green. Okay?"

Tyler strained to reach the cock in front of him. "Yes!"

Ray chuckled as he slipped his cock between Tyler's lips. Oot rolled a condom on and slid his modest cock inside Tyler, driving another loud, long moan out of him. He was close to coming again.

"Oh, fuck! Master, he's great!"

Tyler wasn't sure where to focus his attention. What was being done to him felt better than great, and he loved what he was doing. After instincts told him Oot and kitten probably didn't need his help, he turned his full attention to Ray.

Ray sucked in a long, deep breath. "Dammit, Oot, he's almost as good as kitten."

"Really? Oh, man, I can't wait to feel that!"

"You'll have to. I'm not letting go of this boy's head until I shoot a load down his throat."

Even though Tyler felt like a fuck toy, he couldn't explain the difference in how this was better than he'd ever felt with Marcus.

Much better. They were focused on his pleasure as much as he was focused on theirs, not the one sided take-and-take he'd felt with Marcus.

He attacked Ray's cock with as much enthusiasm as he could. When kitten made Tyler come a second time, he started bucking his hips against Oot's cock, wanting him in deeper, harder, faster.

It didn't take Ray long to come. He held himself inside Tyler's mouth, ordering him to swallow. Oot soon followed, leaving the room and quickly returning after disposing of the condom.

Tyler trembled, sweaty, all strength gone from his limbs, and still kitten was latched onto his cock.

"Okay, kitten. Stand down, girl. Corner."

With a pouty look, she kissed Tyler's cock, licked his balls, and retreated to a large pillow in a corner of the room.

Oot unhooked Tyler and helped him sit up. "You okay?"

He nodded, unable to speak. Ray brought him a glass of water, which he gratefully accepted and downed.

"Well, how'd you enjoy your first spit roast?"

He laughed, his soul feeling lighter than it had since the night Marcus left. "Wow."

Oot grinned and hugged him. "Yeah, I was hoping you'd say that."

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Random contest time!

Yes, start screaming now, it's contest time! LOL You know I love to throw random contests out there. So everyone who comments on this post -- HERE on the Blogger post, not on my Facebook wall -- (and please make sure it's not anonymously so I can pick a winner) will be eligible to win one of my e-books for free. I'll pick two random winners from all of the commenters sometime late Monday (5/14). So start commenting, peeps! :)

What should you say in your post? Well...whatever you want as long as it's not offensive or spam. LOL You can even just say "hi" if you want (but come on, I know you folks are pretty creative).

WINNAH WINNAH CHICKEN DINNAH!!


Okay! Thank you all for playing!! :) Drumroll please...


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And the two winners are...


paganlady0505
ReneAva


Congratulations!! Please email me at tymberdalton AT gmail.com with which e-book of mine you'd like (currently available only, not the unreleased ones LOL) and what format you need.


Thanks everyone!!!!!

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day, everyone! :)

"Triple Dog Dare," the fourth installment in my Triple Trouble shape-shifter series, is coming on Monday, May 21st.

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

The proper order to read all the books in the series is:

• "Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats Vol. 3)
• Steam
• Fire and Ice
• Trouble Comes in Threes
• Storm Warning
• Three Dog Night
• Triple Dog Dare (May 21st)

Thank you. :)

Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday. I'm still going through everything. It's an emotional weekend for me, since Thursday was the first anniversary of losing Grandaddy and the fourth of losing Granny. I'm trying to take it easy this weekend, and Hubby and Sir are keeping me distracted. :)

((HUGS))

Adult Excerpt: "Acquainted With the Night"

Here's the blurb and an adult excerpt from my sci-fi story, Acquainted With the Night.

http://www.bookstrand.com/acquainted-with-the-night

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/M, with Multiple Partners, Public Exhibition, sex toys]

Dale despised the Terran military. He was drafted, not a volunteer. He never expected to get captured by the Algonquans and sold as a breeder pet, either. He only prays his new owner is kind and doesn’t eat him. Then he meets fellow pet, Mark, who informs him getting captured was the luckiest day of their lives. Mark also hated the military and now spends his days in a life of sexual leisure, enjoying poetry and totally at peace with his fate.

Dale settles in and finds not only does he enjoy this life, he loves Mark, too. Despite tragedy striking too close to home in their protected world, they find room to love their Master’s newest pets, Cooper and Nate.

When the war ends and the Terran pets are granted their freedom, the men are faced with a choice: return, or stay with the owner they’ve grown to love?

A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

The next thing I remembered, I didn’t believe, at first.

My vision slowly cleared. I lay upright at an angle, not quite vertical but not under my own steam. Some sort of energy manacles on my wrists held them pinned to the sides of the shoulder-high frame I was attached to.

Attached in more ways than one.

Face-in, as my mind slowly re-engaged with my body, I discovered I wasn’t alone. I learned more about my predicament based upon what I saw around me. The huge facility struck me as some sort of warehouse, but then I heard a faint rumble in the distance that immediately brought to mind a ship’s engine.

As far as the eye could see, we were immobilized in circular racks of twenty men each, facing in. We were all gagged. I tested the soft ball in my mouth. It gave and changed shape, but despite not being painfully tight, the strap holding it in place had no slack. I couldn’t dislodge it.

The other men in my rack looked as wide-eyed and shocked as I felt. I didn’t recognize any of them, which didn’t mean anything because I didn’t socialize much. I barely knew the flight crews whose BBs I maintained. I slept, ate, wanked, and worked. That comprised my usual day. I existed, barely, to make it through another day.

If it wasn’t for the mind-numbing fear, I might have found my situation interesting, something to break the monotony of my pitiful existence.

We’d all been stripped naked. Our ankles bore similar manacles as our wrists, pinning our legs to the frame, spread apart but not uncomfortably so. I tried and could not move.

Angled just slightly forward, I could take my weight off my feet if I leaned against the frame and let it hold me. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t my choice of accommodations, that’s for damn sure.

In the center of the rack, a dome-shaped housing held what I guessed could only be described as a pump. From it, twenty hoses emerged with an attachment on the end of each one.

Attached to our cocks. Sort of like the pictures of old-fashioned cattle milkers I’d seen in schoolbooks and vids.

I wasn’t in any pain. In fact, once I fought back my panic and tried to relax, I realized it didn’t feel too terribly bad. Not like I could fight the woody the constant suction from the device gave me anyway.

In the distance I spotted movement, blue-garbed figures working around another rack. I didn’t know how many of us there were in this room, or vessel, or warehouse, but I could count at least twenty other racks, and suspected many beyond those.

As the figures drew closer to our rack, I occasionally heard muffled grunts from my fellow captives. It wasn’t until they reached the rack next to ours I realized what they were doing.

Photographs of the Algonquans were never shown, even though I knew we had a prisoner complex near Alpha Centauri. I’d heard rumors the most horrible of tortures wouldn’t get Algonquans to give up information. Again, that little fact didn’t stop the government from building them up in our heads as horrible, mutant, insectoid creatures.

If these were Algonquans then the government had badly lied. It also left me praying the Algonquans treated their prisoners better than we did.

Close to eight feet tall by my best guess, with smooth, bronze skin, their black hair fell past their slim shoulders and was tied in a braid. They had four long but thick fingers, although they seemed to favor the first two fingers like a clasper grip. Large brown eyes, a flattened nose, and a long, oval face.

They weren’t Terran beautiful, but they weren’t the ferocious creatures we’d been told about, either.

They didn’t talk to any of the Terran men in English, although I was situated close enough that I noticed if one of my fellow captives made a loud noise through their gag, one of the Algonquans would stroke his naked back and make soothing, chirruping noises at him, like you would a child.

Or a dog.

The Algonquans moved methodically around each rack, and only as they drew within my line of sight did I realize they had a hover cart of some sort, loaded with supplies. Each man was given three injections in the left ass cheek, a metal collar was placed around his neck, and a tag on the collar scanned into a hand-held device. Then they donned some sort of mitts and, working from the face down, they rubbed each man, front and back, armpits and groin, all the way down to their feet. As they stepped back to check their work, sometimes going over an area again if necessary, I realized it was a hair-removal process. They left eyebrows, lashes, and hair on the head, but everything else, including facial hair, was removed.

They had it down to a science. The next step, apparently the one that produced noises in the men, was squirting a very viscous goo onto a probe that went…well, up the ass. Not just a probe, but hooked to a cord, which they then plugged into a small control panel on the frame each man was attached to.

This is when it got interesting.

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ADULT EXCERPT

Outside it was now late in the day, and my stomach rumbled. Mack was there, waiting with a vehicle the likes of which I’d never seen. The same kind of hover technology that powered the carts the techs had pushed in the ship, and the racks themselves when they moved them. I saw no road, just flat, grassy lanes, although they did have what appeared to be sidewalks.

Mark squeezed my shoulder. “Your chariot, sir.”

Master helped me in, fussing over me, making sure I was comfortable before he let Mack take us away from there.

Mark smiled as he watched me watching the landscape. “Cool, isn’t it?”

I nodded, stunned.

It was beautiful.

Ganymede, being an artificial colony without a natural atmosphere that wouldn’t kill you, was constructed of metal, domes, and artificial lighting. I’d been to Earth twice while in the military, and while a few natural preserves remained there, it looked nothing like this.

We cruised a few feet off the ground, over the grassy lane. Other vehicles did the same. Made sense, a vehicle that didn’t have to touch the ground didn’t need pavement. We passed buildings, but they were either artfully camouflaged by plants so as to be barely visible, or they were made in such a way as to appear part of the landscape. I’d been wrong when I thought we’d landed in a small town. Where we lived was apparently one of the larger, well-populated cities on the planet.

They were just a lot fucking smarter than Terrans in how they built their cities.

I’d never see so much grass or so many plants in my life. We passed a park where Algonquan handlers exercised their human charges. The humans all looked happy.

Like Mark and I felt.

I never saw Terrans look this happy, either in the military or out of it.

It took us about fifteen minutes to get home, and I got my first look at the front of our home.

Our home.

It was as beautiful as the rest of the city. We had a gated driveway, and our front yard was even larger than the back. I’d never seen past the ten-foot-tall privacy fence that hid us from the rest of the world. Lots of large, beautiful shade trees, lush grass.

I longed to be back there.

At home, Master insisted on helping me out of the vehicle and made me hold on to his arm all the way inside. I nearly cried with relief when I walked through that front door for, technically, the first time. Well, the first time I actually walked through it and was conscious when I did so.

We headed straight for Master’s bed. He helped me climb in and waited for me to get comfortable before he undressed and got in. Mark climbed in on my other side.

I’d willingly kill for the look of love in Master’s eyes. I didn’t flinch when he stroked my cheek.

“Love Kal,” he said. “Dolmo.”

I nodded. “I know.” I reached up to his face and stroked his cheek. I didn’t know if I was breeching protocol or not. I didn’t care. I brushed my finger against his lips, and he smiled, opened, and sucked my finger in, swirling his wonderful tongue around it.

Aaannnd there went my cock. Okay, so that’s all it took to get it hard again. Cool.

Mark laughed. “You’re a smart fucker, and dammit, I love you.” He kissed the back of my neck.

“I love you, too,” I said, not taking my eyes from Master. He continued to tease me, noting my cock’s reaction to the delicious sensation.

He sat up and carefully moved down the bed, positioning himself so he lay between my legs. He kissed my cock, then wickedly grinned, and out went his tongue.

I closed my eyes and moaned as Mark laughed. “Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you, he gives wicked awesome blow jobs.”

His tongue wrapped around my cock, gliding up and down it before releasing it, sucking my balls into his mouth and doing beautifully delicious things to them before his tongue slid into my ass, where he teased and tormented me without giving me release.

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"Sunset Hearts" available at a discount.

My book "Sunset Hearts" (writing as Macy Largo) is currently available at a discounted price until 5/14 from Siren-BookStrand. :)

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Adult Excerpt: "Cross Country Chaos"

Many of you are familiar with my "wild child" alter ego, Tymber Dalton. Steamy stories that don't sacrifice plot for passion.

I've got more Tymber Dalton stories in the pipe, but if you're anxious to read more of my books while waiting for Tymber's next release, you might want to try "Cross Country Chaos," written under my own name. It was also an EPIC contest finalist!

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What do you get when you mix a heroine scared to open up her heart with a hero who's -- literally -- hell on wheels? You get "Cross Country Chaos." As the mom of a boy who is a wheelchair athlete, I got the idea for the book while I really WAS on a "chaotic" cross country trip with my son to get him to his national wheelchair sports competition.

If you like stories with real characters, you'll enjoy this book. It's got passion, humor, and action. Ever see the movie "Murderball?" Well, if you did, you'll love this book. (If you didn't, go put it on your Netflix queue and read this book while you're waiting! *LOL*)

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Blurb:

Divorced mom Kelly Alexander wants younger son, Denny–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.

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Excerpt:

They text-messaged back and forth all week and talked several times on the phone. By the time Mart picked Kelly up Friday, she knew how she wanted to spend the night--in his arms.

He took her to an upscale restaurant in downtown Sarasota.

"Have you ever been married?" she asked.

He nodded, taking a sip of his tea. "Once. Just out of college. It didn't work out. We divorced after a year."

"I'm sorry."

He shrugged. "I was traveling a lot with the team. I think she was more in love with the idea of being a caretaker than being my partner. Once we were married, she realized I didn't need her as much as she thought I would. I think it was a blow to her ego. She couldn't understand I wanted her to be my wife, not my nurse."

"Really?"

"I didn't know it then, but there are people who have to take care of someone to feel important about themselves. And there are people attracted to people in chairs because they're in chairs, like some people prefer blondes or breasts or whatever."

"That's creepy."

"Tell me about it. That's one of the things I loved about you from the minute I met you. You don't pity me or feel sorry for me for being in a chair."

"Should I?"

He met her gaze. "No. That's my point." He was quiet for a moment. "It shocked her on our wedding night when I wanted to have sex."

Kelly choked and held her napkin to her mouth to keep from spraying iced tea all over the table.

Mart laughed. "You okay?"

She nodded. "You caught me off guard."

"Which part?"

"The whole comment. It wasn't a conversation you had before the wedding?"

"I wasn't a virgin. She made it clear she didn't believe in premarital sex, and I respected that. I think her problem was she didn't believe in sex at all, and that was one reason she wanted to be with me. She didn't think I could have sex. I assumed we would."

"Again, this wasn't a subject you discussed before you got married?" Kelly had been curious. Well, more than curious. Especially after what she'd felt in his lap the other night.

And considering how she hoped they'd spend the night together.

"I was young. I don't think she realized I was serious. Am I freaking you out?"

She shook her head and took a sip of water to clear her throat. "No. I'll admit, I was wondering."

"Think about Denny's level of function."

Just because some functions were impaired didn't mean others were. Denny's urologist already warned her she'd have normal motherly concerns when Denny hit his teen years. The common misconception was everything from the level of defect or injury down was completely dead. In reality, unless the spinal cord was severed, that was rarely the case.

"I'm nearly the same way," Mart continued, "an incomplete paraplegic. Only when I was injured, it was almost forty years ago. I might have walked with the bracing and technology we have today. But they assumed since I couldn't feel or move my legs, that was it. My spinal cord wasn't severed in the accident. There was a lot of nerve damage, mostly on one side. The damage was limited to motor control and skin sensation from upper thigh down. Any higher, or a more complete injury, I wouldn't have anything. I have no illusions how damned lucky I am. Fortunately, all my plumbing works." He winked.

"Is there a polite way to ask, 'By the way, what can I expect from you in bed tonight?'" she said.

He laughed. "You're the first woman I've met in a long time I feel I can have an honest conversation with."

"Honesty is something I didn't get a lot of in my marriage."

"Okay, so that's the wrong word. I mean I don't have to worry about shocking you. There's always that first awkward dancing around the issue. I tried talking about it on the first date once."

"How'd that work out?"

"It didn't. I think she thought I was a sex fiend. But the women I dated before her, they steered clear of the topic like it was radioactive until I brought it up."

"My ex stopped sleeping with me when he started sleeping with a bunch of other women. He claimed I didn't pay him enough attention. His problem was I didn't wait on him hand and foot after Denny was born."

"He sounds like a stupid man."

"I didn't used to think so. My opinion has changed a lot over the years."

"Did you ever want to have more kids?"

She shook her head. "Not with David." She paused. "I wouldn't have minded having another. Before I found out about him. You?"

He looked down. "I've always wanted to have kids. Up till now, I hadn't found the right woman." He looked at her.

She didn't know how to respond, so she didn't try to fill the silence.

"What are your feelings?" he finally asked.

"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it. After David, I was more worried about being a single mom than a mother-to-be."

"Is that something you might want?"

The room closed in around her, stifling. Not in a bad way, but she was afraid to let her heart get too far ahead of reality. "I don't know. We'd have to discuss it." She talked to the elephant sitting in the corner instead of pretending it wasn't there.

"Is it something you might consider?"

"I can't promise you I'd agree to it." She didn't want to ask but had to know. "Is it a deal-breaker?"

"No. It's just..." He searched for the right words. "I always wanted kids. But that means having a relationship. I'm tired of being alone."

"You might not want to have a relationship with me when you get to know me better."

"I can't imagine that. You're a wonderful woman."

"You haven't seen me first thing in the morning before I've had a cup of coffee."

"See, something else we have in common."

She smiled.

Mart signaled the waiter. "This has been a wonderful evening Kelly. I can't tell you how much fun this was. I really hate to see it end."

"Who says it has to end?"

He studied her for a moment before handing his credit card to the waiter without looking at the check. "I don't want to rush you into anything."

She held Mart's gaze and leaned forward. "So," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, "what can I expect from you tonight?"

He signed the check. They returned to his van in silence. Before he started the engine, he leaned in and kissed her. Something about his kiss was more intense than before, more passionate, barely contained. She returned it, the heat building inside her. It had been a long time since she'd been with anyone.

Too long.

"Where do you want to go?" he gasped as he broke their kiss.

"Let's go back to my place. The boys are at my mom's until tomorrow morning." She took the chance. "You can spend the night."

He nodded. "Okay."

They were halfway to her house when he groaned. "I just remembered something."

"What?"

"I need to stop." He changed lanes and made a turn away from her house.

"What?" she asked again.

He looked at her. "I'm not prepared. Unless you are?"

Something about the look on his face started her giggling. This wasn't a problem she was used to having. "No. I haven't been on the Pill in years."

He found an open drugstore and pulled in.

"Want me to go in?" she asked.

She loved the playful glint in his eyes. "No, I can do it."

"Insert double entendre here."

He paused, then laughed and kissed her again. "Insert something."

Mart was on the lift and out of the van before she could reply. Kelly tried not to let her mind wander too much. So far, he was everything she'd ever wanted in a partner.

Then again, she'd thought that about David.

He was back a few minutes later. She noticed the plastic bag tucked under his chair. He smiled. "You know, I never get tired of that."

"What's that?"

"The clerk was obviously curious and trying not to be obvious about it. You should have seen the look on her face. I was tempted to buy a half-dozen boxes just to see her reaction."

"You're the kind who puts on dark glasses and drives up to a fast food window and asks for a Braille menu, aren't you?"

His smile broadened. "Guilty. It was even funnier when I used to have a German Shepherd, and he'd sit in the passenger seat."


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She poured them wine while he picked a Thelonius Monk CD from her collection.

"I love this album," he said, taking a glass from her.

She sat on the sofa. "It's one of my favorites."

He turned to her, gently clinked his glass against hers. "Should I quote Bogart?"

"The beginning of a beautiful friendship?"

"Yes."

"I'm hoping it's the beginning of more than that," she admitted.

He took a sip and set the glass on the coffee table before deftly swinging onto the sofa next to her. "Me, too." He took her glass from her and gathered her into his arms. She let him set the pace.

If it was up to her, they'd already be in bed. Take it slow? Hell with that, she wanted him. She could hate herself in the morning.

He held back, and she sensed it. Halfway through the CD, she said, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

"Are you sure?"

"You ask me that now?"

"I don't want to screw this up--don't say it," he playfully warned before she could utter a comment.

She led the way, glad she'd made her bed that morning.

Not that it would stay made for long.

He easily transferred to her bed and patted the mattress. "Come here, beautiful." She sat next to him. He gently stroked her cheek. "You okay?"

"I'm out of practice."

He kissed her. "You could have fooled me."

He took his time, tenderly caressing her, making her feel cherished and secure--something David never did.

She cut off that line of thinking. She wanted to focus on Mart and be there with him, not make comparisons to her ex.

Their passion took over. She worked on his shirt buttons while he covered the side of her neck with kisses, melting her. She moaned softly, allowing him to gently push her to the bed while he shrugged his shirt off.

A tattoo encircled his left bicep. "What's that?" Her fingers traced the entwined vines.

"When our sled hockey team made it to the world finals two years ago, we all got them."

Something about it made him seem a little naughty, a hidden bad-boy side. She shivered with anticipation. She closed her eyes, ran her hands over him, felt the firm muscles in his arms as his hands worked under her shirt. Eventually she pulled it off, his bare skin warm against hers.

She held him tightly, not wanting to let go for fear he wouldn't be there when she opened her eyes. He propped himself on one elbow while his other hand worked on her waistband. When his fingers found their way inside, she moaned, loudly, muffled by his mouth on hers.

He sat up and, with her help, removed her pants and underwear. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and he leaned over and trailed kisses down her belly. "You're beautiful."

She twined her fingers in his hair. As he worked his way lower, she closed her eyes and moaned.

Mart took his time, sweet torture, using his lips and tongue on her until she shuddered and cried out at her release. He looked up and smiled.

"No fair going to sleep on me."

She shook her head. "Not on your life."

He shimmied out of his pants. When he tried to reach across her to the bedside table, she intercepted him. "No so fast, buster. I want to have some fun."

It was his turn to enjoy it while she teased him. He hadn't lied--his reaction was normal. She eventually let him push her away.

He kissed her. "You're absolutely amazing, you know that?"

"You're not so bad yourself."

He reached across her for a condom. She nuzzled his neck while he rolled it on.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

He kissed her and rolled her on top of him. "Whatever you want."

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"Red Tide" - A little backstory.

My latest release, "Red Tide," is officially available today. I love this book because it was the manuscript I was actively working on when I first met Hubby (aka "The World's Greatest Husband(TM)). We were both members of the Novels-L critique list through the Internet Writing Workshop, and he was one of the people critiquing my manuscript.

Flash forward to now, going on fifteen years later... :)

"Red Tide" is the first of a series of books with Mitch and Ed, the lead characters. Sami and Matt, from "Out of the Darkness," will also appear from time to time (as they do in "Red Tide.") I love writing mystery and suspense, as well as the paranormal, and no I probably shouldn't have sat on this book as long as I did, but I'm glad Siren accepted it and allowed it to finally see the light of day. It was a "labor of love" in more ways than one. :)

But also, keep an eye out for later in the year, as I put out the first of my spin-off series, the Coffeeshop Coven books, which will be a menage series set around the Many Blessings shop in "Out of the Darkness."

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And yes, the town of Aripeka, where I set "Red Tide" (and my Macy Largo book, "Sunset Hearts") really does exist. I lived there for a while, and it's a place full of history and atmosphere.

"Red Tide" releases tomorrow!

I'm so excited, my newest release, "Red Tide," comes out tomorrow! You can pre-order it now so as soon as it's available, you can download it without waiting. :)

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Blurb:


[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense, HEA]

Dive charter captain Mitch Jackson is ready to divorce her cheating ex and take a chance on romance with friend and business partner Ed Grey. She's tired of her love life being on hold. Truth be told, she's always carried a torch for Ed, but worried that their age difference made Ed think of her as the kid he knew.

Ed has silently loved Mitch for years. Her impending divorce will finally give him a chance to voice his true emotions. Unfortunately, life is never that simple. When they stumble upon a sunken drug vessel, a desperate criminal who's closer to them than they realize wants to send Mitch to a permanent watery grave.

Now, Mitch and Ed are on the run from a wily serial killer intent on stopping Mitch from testifying. Will their love survive a murderer's vengeance, or will he spill their blood on another Red Tide?

Note: This book contains excessive violence.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Adult Excerpt: "Love Slave for Two" (Book 1)

This steamy excerpt is from my bestseller, "Love Slave for Two." I guarantee you'll never look at a Popsicle the same way again! *G* (Available in print, too.)

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Blurb:

[Siren Menage Amour #21: Contemporary/ Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, M/M, M/F, monogamous polyamory, anal play/sex, master/slave role-playing, light BDSM]

Nevvie Barton has never truly felt loved or like she belonged anywhere--ever. Abandoned by her adopted family and trapped in an abusive relationship, she takes a job with Tyler Paulson and Thomas Kinsey as their cleaning girl.

Nevvie knows her fantasies about "the boys" will always be just that--the two handsome men are devoted, loving life-partners. Then Tyler and Thomas fall in love with Nevvie and hatch a secret plan to seduce her and make her their permanent third.

For the first time in her life, she feels attractive and wanted. When they ask her to move in and be their personal assistant, Nevvie jumps at the chance. Her planned escape doesn't go without a hitch, and the boys must rescue her from a brutal man who would rather kill her than let her go.

Can Tyler and Thomas heal Nevvie's wounded body and soul and prove to her that she really is their dream come true?

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Excerpt:

Nevvie was on her hands and knees in the backyard flowerbeds, weeding and preparing to plant the trays of annuals she'd bought at the garden center. It would look nice, a good color contrast, and she could change them out late in the summer after they'd run their course.

It was hot for May, not even ten and already eighty-five degrees under a scorching, cloudless Florida sky. With the privacy fence surrounding the backyard she didn't have to worry about prying eyes, and opted for a loose tank-top and a pair of Tom's old sleeping shorts to wear, and nothing else. It kept her cool, and when she was ready to hose off she knew Tyler would come running to help.

She smiled at the thought. He was preternaturally sensitive, like he constantly had an ear to the ground. Not in a creepy way, but it never failed to amuse her how he would "just happen" to show up to help take a shower.

Then again, he was the same with Thomas.

Mmm. There's a thought. A nice shower sandwich between her boys. Her skin flushed. She needed to focus or she'd be hornier than hell, and she hated interrupting Tyler. Thomas had left at seven for the office, had meetings all day, and wouldn't be home until after dinner.

She'd suck it up until later. That would make her really ready. They'd all been exhausted the night before, too tired to do more than say good night. Today her fantasies made her pay for it.

The novelty of having two horny guys chasing her hadn't worn off yet. They didn't make love every day, and they didn't play the slave game most the time, either. If she was tired or didn't feel good and they were in the mood, she was more than content to lay there with them and watch them, talking to them, touching them while they pleasured each other. Sometimes one of the boys was in the mood and the other wasn't. Again, the third content to watch and be a part simply by being there, or even by holding her while the other fucked her. There were plenty of times where it started like that, then the third got in the mood along the way.

She enjoyed cuddling in front of the TV with one or both and not getting groped if she wasn't in the mood. Sometimes all she wanted was the contact of their skin against hers, and they were happy to oblige.

She moved down the flowerbed, stretching to reach a weed on the far side near the fence. Almost like Thomas' favorite position...

Okay, so not helping--

"Isn't that a lovely sight."

She jumped, startled. She turned to see Tyler, wearing shorts and nothing else, smiling at her.

"I thought you were working."

He sucked an orange Popsicle, working on it in a way that made her pussy quiver. "I was. I stopped for a break and I spied an angel in my backyard." He squatted beside her, his eyes holding hers. "Or are you a devil in disguise?" He touched the cold treat to her lips.

She ran her tongue around the tip of the frozen snack. "I suppose that's for you to decide, isn't it?"

The front of his shorts tented. "How do you suppose I determine that?" he whispered hoarsely.

This wasn't helping, but screw it, she was horny and it wasn't like she was interrupting his work. She sat back on her heels. "I guess you'll just have to figure that out for yourself." She stripped off her shirt and went back to her weeding, casting a "fuck me" glance over her shoulder.

He reached out with one hand and slid the shorts down her backside. She kicked them off, leaving her totally naked as she knelt on the grass. He caressed her cheeks with his left hand and whispered, "Just keep doing what you're doing, love."

She did, and when his hand explored between her legs she spread them a little, a hungry moan escaping her.

"Do you like that, sweetheart?" he asked.

She nodded, hanging her head and watching his hand between her legs. Sweat trickled down her back and neck in the hot sun, and so what if she ended up with a hellacious sunburn? She didn't care, as long as he didn't stop.

After a moment he pulled his hand away, resting it on her hip. She moaned. "No...please don't stop..."

"Don't worry, I'm not. It looks like you're very hot, aren't you, sweetheart?"

She nodded.

"Would you like me to cool you off?"

She nodded, wiggling her hips, hoping he'd do something, anything, to get her off.

He placed his hand on the small of her back. "Hold still, then, and let me cool you off."

She jumped when she felt something cold between her legs--the Popsicle--but he kept his hand on her back, firmly holding her in place. He swirled it around her entrance, running it over her clit and then slowly inserted it, fucking her with it.

She moaned. The cold in contrast to how hot she was made her shiver with pleasure.

"Do you like that?" He fucked her with a slow, deep rhythm, knowing her body, knowing what he was doing to her.

"Mmm."

"Spread your legs wider, sweetheart." She did while he changed position. Then he was lying under her, his lips and tongue massaging her swollen nub while he fucked the frozen treat into her. It didn't take long.

"Oh, Tyler!" She exploded, grinding against him while he kept wave after wave of pleasure racing through her body. She collapsed, her head on her forearms as he slid out from under her. She rolled over on her back in the grass, trying to catch her breath, his hand still between her legs holding the Popsicle--what was left of it--in place. He finally sat up and removed it, then sucked on it.

"So, are you angel or devil?"

She crooked her finger and he lay beside her, propped on one elbow. She opened her mouth and he touched the treat to her lips. She sucked on it, her eyes never leaving his. He pulled it out and kissed her, then tossed it away and rolled on top of her. At some point he'd removed his shorts and he slid into her, both moaning as he buried his throbbing cock into her wet and ready sex.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he fucked her. "What do you think?"

"I think you're a beautiful angel, Nevvie. My sweet angel with a devilish streak that has me under your control."

She grabbed the back of his head, grinding her mouth and hips into him. Then she broke their kiss and whispered in his ear, "Then fuck your angel, Tyler, and feel what heaven's like."
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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

Adult Excerpt: "Red Tide"

This is an adult excerpt from my novel, "Red Tide," from Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/red-tide

Blurb:


[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense, HEA]

Dive charter captain Mitch Jackson is ready to divorce her cheating ex and take a chance on romance with friend and business partner Ed Grey. She's tired of her love life being on hold. Truth be told, she's always carried a torch for Ed, but worried that their age difference made Ed think of her as the kid he knew.

Ed has silently loved Mitch for years. Her impending divorce will finally give him a chance to voice his true emotions. Unfortunately, life is never that simple. When they stumble upon a sunken drug vessel, a desperate criminal who's closer to them than they realize wants to send Mitch to a permanent watery grave.

Now, Mitch and Ed are on the run from a wily serial killer intent on stopping Mitch from testifying. Will their love survive a murderer's vengeance, or will he spill their blood on another Red Tide?

Note: This book contains excessive violence.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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ADULT EXCERPT:


The simple dinner tasted delicious. When she shifted position in bed, she involuntarily groaned.

“You okay, hon?” he asked.

“Just really stiff.”

He cleared the dishes. “Lie down and I’ll give you a back rub.”

“That sounds wonderful.” It took her a moment to change positions, and even though she now did want to fall asleep, the heat from his hands set her desire ablaze again. Ten minutes into it, she rolled over and sat up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Mitch smiled. “Not a thing.” She leaned in, covering his mouth with hers. His lips felt warm and tender on hers, and she savored the feel of her fingers sliding through his hair. This was what she’d wanted, dreamed about, for years.

Ignoring her aching muscles, she pushed Ed down to the bed and straddled his legs. His rigid cock, unrestrained by briefs, tented the fabric of his shorts. She teased him through the fabric, using her fingernails to trace every ridge. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off his hips. She sat up so he could kick his legs free of them, and she tossed them off the bed.

Mitch let out a sigh. “Perfect.” She leaned in and engulfed the head with her lips, her pussy clenching and growing wet at the sound of his moan. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair.

“More, baby. Please.”

With one hand, she grabbed the base of his cock, slowly pumping it with her hand as she teased him with her tongue.

His back arched and he let out a soft groan. She resisted his efforts to take him in deeper. Instead, she cupped his sac with her other hand. His musky scent filled her nose as drops of salty pre-cum rewarded her efforts.

“That’s it,” he whispered.

His husky tone spurred her on, and she slid her mouth farther down his rigid shaft. His cock felt hard, hot, like silky steel between her lips and in her hand. His balls drew up tight in her other hand as his shaft stiffened even more.

“I’m gonna come, baby!”

She went deep, swallowing, fisting his shaft faster and harder until she felt his juices explode in her mouth. Only after she knew he was completely spent did she release him. He softly stroked her hair while she nestled her cheek on his stomach and waited for him to recover.

“How was that?” she softly asked.

He let out a laugh she knew all too well. “You really have to ask?”

She tipped her head back to look up at him, still uncertain. “Just making sure.”

Carefully, he slipped out from under her and rolled her onto her back. He pushed the shirt open and bent his head to her left breast. She closed her eyes and moaned at the feel of his warm mouth teasing her. Every flick of his tongue sent more pulses of need straight to her pussy, which clenched in time with his ministrations.

He resisted her attempts to hurry him and teased her nipples with his lips, back and forth, until she shook with passion. She felt her juices flowing, her labia and clit slick with them. When he finally moved and settled between her legs, her fingers entwined in his hair.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he murmured, his breath brushing against her swollen clit and making her moan again. He flicked his tongue against her nub, making her moan.

“Please!” she begged.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he hoarsely said. “I’m not rushing.” He buried his face between her legs, his tongue exploring every inch of her slit, his nose brushing against her clit in a deliciously teasing way.

She lost track of time. The first explosion rolled out of her, and she grabbed at the sheets as it felt like a supernova had gone off inside her. No one, not even the skilled John Tyne, had ever made her explode like that.

Ed wasn’t done. When she tried to push him away, he grabbed her hands and laced his fingers through hers, pinning her arms to the bed. She lifted her head to look at him. His playful blue gaze peered up at her over the swell of her mound before a smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. Then he closed them again and sucked on her clit, pulling another orgasm from her just as powerful as the first.

She clamped down on his hands and held on through wave after wave of pleasure. It wasn’t until he finally released her with a gentle kiss to her navel that she could finally catch her breath.

She grabbed him and pulled his mouth down to hers. The taste of her juices on his lips thrilled her. She was his, now. As long as he’d have her.

Grabbing his cock, she tried to line it up with her slit when he stopped her and sat up. “Condoms?”

Fuck! She shook her head. “I’m on the Pill. Plus, I got tested after I left John.”

He grinned and bent down to kiss her again. This time when she found and wrapped her fingers around his cock, he let her position him, rubbing the once again engorged head up and down along her wet slit.

Bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her, his gaze never left hers as he slowly sank his cock deep inside her.
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(Note: A couple of my characters from "Out of the Darkness" pop up in "Red Tide.")


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

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