Blurb:
One night of controlled passion is all
she allows.
Rebecca Ann Majors fled the temptation of
a ménage once, but now the two sexy men starring in her wildest fantasy are
back and demanding her complete surrender for the weekend. Emboldened by lust,
she succumbs to her desire and learns ecstasy has a price.
They demand everything she has and more.
Joe Davenport and Dillan Morrisey were
used to handling any situation—including the sexy siren who’d sashayed out of
their lives two years ago. This time she’ll quench their lust even if it means
they have to share her.
When Sunday morning dawns the three must
decide if one weekend was enough to sate the passion they shared.
HOT, HOT, HOT Excerpt:
Tingles burst across her skin on their
way to her pussy. She writhed against the sheet and nuzzled her pillow with
fervor. Warmth spread through her body like a molten stream of awareness as her
mind slowly returned to live mode and took in its surroundings.
The pillow was a chest—a very broad chest
rippling with ridges and contours she could spend an eternity licking. She
moaned as the previous night rewound in her mind and angled need between her
legs where the sensuous torment of tingles continued.
She thrust her mound toward the wondrous
delight. A groan punctured the silence, but she couldn’t tell whether it was
hers or his.
Two men.
The recollection sent a shock wave
bursting within her limbs.
“It’s about time you woke up.” Joe
trailed a finger across her cheek. “We started without you.”
So she noticed. Her king-sized bed had
never been quite so challenged. Joe reclined across the top, his back nestled
against the headboard as if he were indeed a pillow. Her nightie had
disappeared. Her legs were spread-eagled across the sheets.
And Dillan knelt there, his fingers
tickling and tormenting her wet pussy. He leaned down and kissed her trimmed
mound. “Finally, I can feast on you.”
His tongue slid across her wet slit, then
thrust into her. She gasped at the entry, her entire body humming with the need
for release. Her pulse spiked, her adrenaline surged. What a hell of a way to
wake up.
Joe’s mouth slid across hers, forcing her
attention to divide between him and Dillan as he tongued her pussy. Nerve
endings beneath her skin burst as he kissed his way from her lips, down her
throat, and to the swell of her breast.
Her hands ran down his massive chest and
squeezed his arms. Her thighs clenched Dillan as he sucked on her clit. The
surroundings disappeared in a sensuous haze. She writhed between the two men as
the release carried her away from reality.
Bio: Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was
a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife
all before the age of 13.
In reality, her fascination for
enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a
wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her
chair, Cara loves travelling, photography and reading.
Day-am, lady, that is delish. (Nice verbs too, but I'm probably the only person on the planet who notices that when all the other awesome is going on.)
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