Archive for November, 2011
Thursday, November 17th, 2011
Resisting the Vamps
Long before I became a reader, vampires were born into the literary world. They come in all shapes, sizes and genders, range from nearly human to completely supernatural, and their personalities are limited only by their author’s imagination. For years I have struggled with my fight against writing vampires. Why? Mainly becomes they’ve become cliché and there are few versions I haven’t read. Of those, there are also few I’ve enjoyed. I’ll admit I’m a picky reader, but when I write paranormal I try to use a new and unique voice. I wrote a graphic, horror type of vampire novella a few years ago, back before going through the editing process enough to know what I was doing wrong. It’s been sitting on the backburner waiting for me to notice it again. However, my mind has been occupied with other voices for a while and I was content to ignore vampires in my own mind. Then along came Detective Parsons.
Detective Greg Parsons is a vampire stuck on the day shift because of an undercover assignment gone horribly wrong. He is grumpy, restless and highly unsatisfied with his lot in life…until he is offered a deal he can’t refuse. That thrusts him into the normally humdrum life of Zaria Stonewell, stirring up embers neither of them were prepared for. Now he is ready to protect her from her ex-husband and the murdering vampire he seems to have on a leash.
The biggest surprise for me about this story was, though Greg is who initially popped into my head it was Zaria who wanted to be heard. After a couple of false starts that just didn’t feel right, Zaria took the lead and became the narrator. It is now told in first person from her point-of-view. That isn’t a new concept to me, as most of my erotic releases are also first person. I had just expected it to be Greg who won the battle. Shows what I know.
*Make reading a guilty pleasure…*
The sun’s not the only thing that’s too hot to handle.
President Vardin isn’t the first vampire politician to make empty promises. Humans can work at night, he says. Humans will be safe on the streets, he says. It’s all bull. I’m still stuck on day shift at Langley’s Round The Clock Emporium, trying to earn enough to live from night to night.
If I thought the sun’s harsh rays had turned society upside down, watch what happens when I witness a murder in the alley. The police keep bombarding me with questions until a detective with a bad attitude walks in and takes over. He’s unbelievably hot, way out of my league, and way, way out of my comfort zone. Because he’s the one thing I fear most. A vampire.
Then I learn why the police seem so interested in me. My ex-husband is drawing a series of murders in his new comics. I’m in every one of them, and it looks like I’m supposed to be the last victim. The detective’s interest in my past—and his protective instincts—are bordering on unprofessional, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care.
Because the last place I should want to be is the safest place on earth…a vampire’s embrace.
Warning: If you like your vampires sparkly and emotional don’t read this book. It contains an overworked, underpaid, bloodsucking hero who might break your heart.
Available from Samhain Publishing November 15, 2011
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Today’s Giveaway is: a combination of promo items from Missy and I. From Missy, bookmarks, magnets, pin, as well as other trinkets and/or books Missy picks up from time to time. I will throw in a Beth Kery/Bethany Kane computer keyboard brush cleaner, a monitor/eyeglass cleaner, and a sexy privacy please door hanger. 🙂 Please leave Missy a meaningful comment on her post to qualify for the prize pack. And be sure to sign up for the Kindle Touch 3-G here.
Thursday, November 17th, 2011
Nancy Gilliland! Congrats, Nancy. Write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will forward your info onto Vanessa.
Up next, Missy Jane!
Wednesday, November 16th, 2011
Hunter of the Heart by Vanessa Jaye
Blind faith. We’ve al exercised it. Sometimes saying ‘what the heck, count me in’ is a no brainer, other times it’s really feels like your stepping out on a ledge. With reading, suspension of disbelief, that blind faith in a story not yet read, is almost a given as soon as you crack the spine open. And when that story has a paranormal twist? Well baby, hold on for the ride.
But what about the characters within the story? There has to be some sort of conflict there for them. Something at stake for them to achieve in the end, with the reader rooting for them all the way. There should be a point in the story where the H/h will have to take a leap of faith. Or maybe several.
In Hunter of the Heart, the heroine has the phenomenal task of believing that creatures such werewolves exists. What’s more she has to have faith that the one of those creatures, the hero, can keep her safe from another murderous shape-shifter.
One the other hand the hero, who’s already lost his wife to a murdering shape-shifter, meets the heroine who could not possibly be what all his senses tell him she is: his mate. After all werewolves can only mate in lifetime. Even if it were possible, he’s a man eaten up with grief, burning with for vengeance, and battling a deadly curse. How can he believe he’s worthy of being loved?
Here’s a scene between the hero and heroine where the question of faith and trust comes up:
They’d reached the central foyer and Nate came to an abrupt stop, head tilted back as he slowly turned. Other passengers looked at him oddly, then looked up to see what had caught his interest. They needn’t have bothered. He wasn’t interested in anything up there. He was scenting prey.
Who knows what he’d do, what he was capable of, when he caught up with Rod?
“We’re going to be late to meet Mitch and Angelica.” She tugged on his arm again. “I mean it, Nate. I want you to drop this. Rod didn’t hurt me.”
“But he would have,” Nate snarled, his voice a guttural tangle of constants and vowels. “He frightened you.”
“You frighten me,” she said quietly.
“Even after last night? And today? You made love with me. Slept in my arms. Not the actions of a frightened woman, Tessa.”
Instantly, he whipped up torrents of heat around them, battering her with images of them together—the grunts and moans, wet and hot, pain and pleasure. Her knees went weak and she grabbed on to him more firmly.
But she resisted the spell he wove, because now she identified the vague disquiet that had been hounding her since she’d woken pressed against Nate’s solid heat, her limbs deliciously heavy and body still hungering. It was a feeling that couldn’t be completely swept aside with kisses and caresses then, or cowed by intimidation now.
“You’ve shut me out.”
Nate didn’t acknowledge her statement by word or motion.
“I can feel your anger, but I can’t read what you’re thinking. And that’s what scares me. You’re really, really upset about this, more than you should be. So why don’t you tell me what this is really about, Nate?”
Tessa held his gaze. Outside she was all calmness, but inside he sensed her turmoil. Her clear-sighted logic pierced the black fog surrounding him and he realized that she was right, this was more than the natural reaction of a wolf when his mate was threatened. More than the residual guilt he’d never be rid of for failing to protect his first mate.
A hunger churned inside of him. Not just to hurt Rod, but more. He wanted to make fear sing in his veins, to see the whites of his eyes bulge in terror and hear the sweet racing beat of his pulses grow faster and louder until that first bite—
No! He would not give in to this. Nate fought for control while his heart thudded against his ribs, filling his head with a staccato echo. And that echo said, Tell her. No. Tell her. No.
Tessa might accept what she thought she knew of him, the man and the wolf. How would she feel about the monster?
Nate became aware of his surroundings again, the milling humans, the long concierge desk to one side, the sweeping stairs and bank of elevators on the other and the doors behind Tessa that led outside. The fresh sea air helped clear his head further.
Then his focus, his world, shrunk down to Tessa herself, staring up at him with concern and absolute trust. She was waiting for answers he couldn’t give her, so he did what instinct told him to. He drew her into his arms and kissed her as if the questions were all his and she held every answer. And she did. She held the key to his heart and to his humanity. He couldn’t lose her.
“Promise me you’ll always believe me, Tessa,” he whispered urgently. “Even if—” He broke off and kissed her again, as if this kiss alone would convince her of the inherent goodness inside him.
At some point his mission had changed from revenge to reverence, from gaining justice to holding on to something greater. Their lips parted with a shared gasping breath.
The silence was uneasy and Nate felt his insides shred under her searching gaze.
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Wednesday, November 16th, 2011
Gabrielle J! Gabrielle, write to me at email@example.com and I will forward your message to Vivian, who will send the book! Congrats!
Up next at the Silken Rapture Contest, Vanessa Jaye and a giveaway of Hunter of the Heart!
Tuesday, November 15th, 2011
Rocky Mountain Heat is out today, and there’s a world of passion and misunderstanding, adventure and fire waiting to happen. I’ve got an excerpt for you from the simple life that isn’t always as simple as it seems…
SIX PACK RANCH
The Coleman family has ranched in the Rocky Mountain House area of Alberta for generations. These modern day contemporary cowboy romance stories follow the current family members as they find both their place in the community and happy-ever-afters.
Book 1: Rocky Mountain Heat: November 15.
Book 2: Rocky Mountain Haven: January 10, 2012
Book 3: Rocky Mountain Desire: March 13, 2012
Rocky Mountain Heat
Six Pack Ranch, Book 1
He’s the one who taught her to ride. Now all he wants is to ride her.
Blake Coleman is old enough to know that acting on impulse causes nothing but a heap of trouble. But when trouble’s a western-hat-wearing blonde with slim legs that go on forever, what’s a man to do? Wanting the sweet girl next door is just wrong. The responsible thing to do is keep his hands off.
Jaxi has other plans for Blake’s hands, and his heart. She may have once considered him a big brother, but that was a long time ago. She’s all grown up now and ready to convince him that she’s perfect for him. Except he can’t seem to see past the big “don’t touch” sign that’s apparently still hanging around her neck.
When Jaxi ends up living right under Blake’s nose, the undeniable heat between them slides off simmer and leaps up to barn-burning levels. However, a few of the younger six-pack Colemans have decided Jaxi’s brand of trouble is worth risking a few busted bones.
That is, if Blake’s finally ready to let go the reins and fight for what he wants…
Warning: Sexy cowboys seducing and being seduced in trucks, pool halls and barns. Droolworthy country charm, a little double-teaming, a few secrets and a whole lot of brothers to look forward to.
Anyone wanna go for a ride?
The moment had come to be blunt. It was hardly right for Jaxi to fault Cari and Leo for not communicating when she was guilty of the same thing with Blake.
“I’m not interested in taking any more classes. I figure I need to move on to the next stage of my life. Meet new goals, fulfill new desires.” Okay, it wasn’t a totally blunt declaration of wanting to jump him, but it was a start. Especially as she opened her shoulders to face him, pulling one leg up on the bench seat so that her knee bumped into his thigh. A gentle caress. Barely there but enough to get her heart pounding.
“Where’s he live?”
Her mind clouded with the image of Blake reaching to touch her, smoothing his strong fingers over her thigh. His work-hardened hands opening her jeans and unbuttoning her blouse, caressing her bare skin…
“Jaxi, where does he live?” Blake demanded.
She shook her head and lifted her gaze from his hands. What the hell were they talking about again? “Who?”
“This Royce guy.”
The urge to giggle rose, and she beat it down unmercifully. Acting like a teenager wasn’t the impression she wanted to project right now. “Don’t worry about Royce. He’s a nice enough guy but I’m not interested in him.”
She adjusted her leg casually, rubbing his thigh again.
Blake changed gears, his leg shifting away from hers. “Well, you let me know if he gives you any trouble, alright?”
She leaned toward him slightly, letting her body soften, letting her desire for him show in her eyes and the tone of her voice. “Now why would you do that? You’re not my father to watch over me and save me from the big bad wolves.” Come on, Blake, make a move. She was sure she’d seen signs of his attraction, but the man was damn stubborn. Whatever held him back was driving her up the wall.
“No, I’m not your father, but I’ve thought about you a lot lately. I haven’t been taking care of you as well as I did before you began college classes. I’m going to work on that, Jaxi. You need someone to watch out for you.”
Hope rose in her heart. Was he coming around? Maybe his earlier anger was because he felt responsible for her and wanted more?
Then he dumped cold water on her dreams as he reached to pat her knee gently. Playfully. As far from a lover’s caress as possible. “You’re a good girl, and you deserve to be cared for. I’m going to be the best big brother you could ever have.” With a final squeeze to her knee, he turned up the radio, and his strong hands thumped the wheel in time with the song, a peculiar pinched smile on his face.
Jaxi stared at him slack-jawed, her body and mind both reeling as she tried to understand what he’d just said.
He’d gone insane.
A big brother? Like hell that’s what she needed. If he wanted to care for her, it wouldn’t be as a big boy reluctantly playing house with a little girl. Making mud pies good-naturedly when he would prefer to be anywhere else. They’d done that already, years ago. It was time to shake things up, to show Blake she was no little girl and he was definitely not her big brother.
She’d told Jesse earlier she played to win. The game started now in earnest, and Blake wasn’t going to know what hit him.
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What do you think? Big brother figures who the little girl next door wants to be so much more—hmmm. One of my favorite tropes. What’s one of your favorite tropes, in either paranormal or contemporary?
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Tuesday, November 15th, 2011
June M! June, write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will pass on your information to Natasha!
My thanks to Natasha and to all the participants.
Up next, Vivian Arend is here with an early giveaway of one of her Rocky Mountain Cowboy books!
Sunday, November 13th, 2011
The Silken Rapture Contest is back, and so is the countdown for the Kindle Touch 3-G. Silken Rapture debuts in 8 days.
I’m so happy to welcome another week of talented authors to tantalize us for the contest. Natasha Moore is here, and is she going to capture your attention!
This morning, please join me in welcoming Samhain author, Natasha Moore, with a giveaway of RISK IT!
A Different Kind of Playhouse
I’m so thrilled to be part of Beth’s blog today. As I thought about what to write, I tried to think about what was different about the series I’m currently writing for Samhain. The series is titled Paolo’s Playhouse and each one of the stories takes place, at least in part, at the Playhouse. Each story focuses on a different kink and a couple at a cross-road.
If you’ve read any erotic romance at all, I’m sure you’ve read stories that take place in sex clubs and dungeons. Those kinds of stories set us right down in the middle of the action and eliminate the need for setting up a situation where the characters can get down to business. I wanted to create different kind of sexual fantasy club. An elegant place with no public gathering room, just private playrooms for couples (or more) to safely act out their fantasies. And grow a little closer because of it.
A discreet ad draws the attention of needy people who might never seek out a fantasy club on their own:
Paolo’s Playhouse. A new playground for consenting adults. Playrooms for every interest or desire. Bring your own plaything or we can provide one for you. We’ll help your fantasies come to life. Inquiries, phone…
FLAUNT IT, the first story in the series, is an exhibitionist story, and is available now. RISK IT, a story with some voyeuristic kink, is the second story in the series and will be released tomorrow. November 15th. BIRTHDAY GIRL, a ménage story, is scheduled to be released February 21, 2012. And the fourth story, PLAYTHING, a BDSM story, is Paolo’s story, and will be released May 8, 2012.
Each cover in the series is a richly colored work of art by Scott Carpenter and I feel so lucky to put my series in the hands of the Samhain art department. Covers make such a difference, don’t you agree? Not only in drawing a reader’s attention and tempting them to buy the story (always a good thing!) but the cover also gives the reader a first glimpse of what kind of read it will be, the tone of the story, the story promise, so to speak.
Today, I’d like to give you a little peek at RISK IT, the 2nd Playhouse story. Here’s the blurb:
On the outside, Amy has the American dream. Two busy kids, a job she loves, a big house thanks to her husband’s climb up the corporate ladder. What she hasn’t had in a long time…is sex. Sure, she’s too exhausted at night to think about it, but maybe Will’s long hours at work aren’t the real reason he rarely touches her anymore.
Feeling her marriage teetering on the edge, she rents the voyeur room at Paolo’s Playhouse. Maybe bringing back the memory of the one wicked thing they used to do together will relight the sparks.
Will loves his wife, but she’s never been one to take chances—except for the time before kids, when they’d camp out in a club’s back booth, getting all worked up watching the dirty dancers. Their careers have seriously cut into their “us” time, and if she’s booked them a sexual playroom, it sounds like she’s serious about solving the problem.
When Will shows up way, way late, Amy wonders why she bothered, and if her plan to relight the flame has only made it painfully clear that it’s too late to try.
There’s one excerpt on the Samhain website. Here’s another one to tempt you:
She heard him close the door and cross the room, heard him shrug off his suit jacket and set it down. Then he knelt down behind her and she shifted away so they didn’t touch. She didn’t look at him, refused to acknowledge him, even though she was trembling inside. When he rested his hands, hot and heavy, on her bare shoulders, she shrugged him off.
He leaned forward and softly kissed her ear, like she used to love him to do. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
He began to caress her shoulders again and this time she didn’t resist his touch. But she couldn’t relax. Her body shivered with the overwhelming need she wished she could deny. He brushed his cheek against hers and spoke softly. “I’m not going to give you any excuses. I know they don’t matter right now.” He kissed her neck. “But I am sorry.”
He was right. She didn’t want to hear any excuses. She tried to ignore him, tried to focus instead on the couple in front of them, but it wasn’t easy. There were real hands on her, a real mouth on her now. Will began to nibble on her neck, his breath warm, his lips soft.
“Mmm, you smell so good, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t going to work, those soft kisses, those sweet words. She crossed her arms, but doing so lifted her bare breasts, so it didn’t really give the indignant impression she’d wanted to convey.
She still hadn’t looked at him.
“Wow. This room is amazing. I almost forgot how we used to go out and watch people all the time.” He skimmed his fingers down her arms and she tried not to react. “We were quite the voyeurs, weren’t we?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Amy…” His voice had a bit of an edge to it now. “I said I was sorry. Believe me. It was beyond my control.”
She sighed. She did believe him. As far as she knew he’d never lied to her. He’d simply disappointed her. Again. She wasn’t ready to forgive him yet.
“I’m here now,” he said seductively. “Doesn’t that count for something?”
His familiar scent wound around her senses, softening her. She felt her body relaxing, weakening, as he continued to run his warm hands over her heated skin. Through the window, the young man’s hands were on his girl’s skin too. A strangled moan escaped her lips even though she tried to hold it in.
“Look at how she moves under his hands,” Will whispered, his hands still stroking Amy’s arms.
“It’s like she’s dancing in his arms. Look at the way he touches her, like he never wants to stop.”
“Why did you stop?” she asked, wincing at the cry in her voice. She couldn’t hold in the questions longing to burst free.
“Touching me like…like this.” She swallowed. “Touching me like you want me.”
I’ll be offering a free download of Flaunt It, book #1 in the series – which features the couple on the other side of the two-way mirror – to one lucky commenter!
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Saturday, November 12th, 2011
He is her captor…
She is his soul…
When Blaise Sevliss, Lord Delraven, rescues a young woman from the clutches of his vampiritic clone the sheer amount of soul energy blazing from her unconscious body stuns him…and awakens a primal, parasitic hunger he has fought for centuries to quell.
Determined to keep her safe from the ravenous Scourge horde, Blaise must hide her in his underground stronghold. Where the powerful urge to consume her gnaws at the last shreds of his control.
With a touch, Isabel Lanscourt can divine the darkest of secrets. Her ability is little help, though, when she awakens in a lush world where sensuality rules. Her shining spirit is a beacon to all the powerful immortals in Sanctuary, but only one can touch her. The enigmatic Lord Delraven, whose brusque coldness is belied by the heated need in his eyes.
In a dangerous zone between temptation and memory, desire ignites an explosion of luminescent beauty. And Isabel’s healing touch begins to fill his emptiness with an impossible gift: a soul. But Blaise holds a dangerous secret, one that could extinguish Isabel’s inner light. And cast his lonely world into eternal darkness.
Warning: Step into a sensual world of vampires who love to feed and love to…er…feast, where sexual variety is the spice of their lives. No sweetness and light here, this is one vampire who can put the “B” into “bad guy” without batting an eye.
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Her hand shook slightly when she extended it toward the handle on an adjoining door. The door swung open with a low-pitched whine.
He lay on the bed, naked save for a leather harness of sorts that looped around his hips and thighs. It left his genitals fully exposed.
For a full ten seconds, both of them remained unmoving.
He made a sound—a small noise like a choking, hoarse gasp. She glanced rapidly from his erect cock to his face. His unusual dark green eyes seemed to smolder more than the burning embers in the study fire. When she saw the sweat that glazed his long, muscled body and the strange, desperate expression on his bold features, she raced into the room. It suddenly struck her that every fiber of his flesh was straining to move, but couldn’t.
“You’re ill,” she said, her gaze flickering around the room. Do creatures such as he become ill? The question came automatically into her brain, but she quickly dismissed it in the face of the obvious. Blaise Sevliss was sick, in pain, or both.
“Tell me what to do,” she insisted.
Anxiety grew in her when she saw him strain to speak, but his lips didn’t even part. His eyes flickered over to a credenza next to the door where a pitcher and glasses rested. Isabel hurried over to the table where she poured a tall glass of cool water.
“Let me hold up your head,” she said quietly when she approached him again and saw that even more sweat had beaded on his brow. He obviously was trying to raise himself and was weakened even by that effort.
She sat on the corner of the bed, her knee bent close to his shoulder, and lifted his head. He drained the water more rapidly than she would have expected, given his nearly paralyzed state. When he was done, he looked up at her. The message in his eyes was like a complicated, coded language. It bewildered and scared her, but she didn’t move away from him. She glanced down at her gloved hand. His wavy, thick hair gleamed next to the black velvet, more lustrous by far than the inexpensive fabric of the glove.
She wanted to feel it twining through her fingers. It shocked her, this sudden desire. She’d recoiled at the thought of touching another being for so long now.
She tried not to recall the vision of his beautifully shaped, erect phallus highlighted by snug straps of leather. How could he be so ill and debilitated when his cock was so hard?
For a stretched moment, they just stared at one another. She felt strange— torpid and warm, and yet energized and prickly as well, as though the nerves were singing out a plea to be touched. After a moment, she forced herself to inhale. The desperation she’d seen in his rigid face was fading, slowly being replaced by a stony, fierce expression.
“Are you better now?” she asked as she turned to set the glass on a bedside table. When he didn’t speak, she tried to gather herself. What was it that she was doing here? Why had she come? It was so difficult to think, when her vision was so full of him, when he crowded her senses and flooded her brain. It felt a like a sensual assault.
“You shouldn’t have come,” he said.
“I-I had to. I needed to speak with you. You must let me go.”
“You shouldn’t have come,” he repeated. Her forehead crinkled in confusion when she heard the bleakness of his tone.
Suddenly, without her knowing how it had happened, she lay on the bed, her head on the pillow where his had just been. He leaned down over her, his large hands holding her shoulders. She saw that his incisors had lengthened. For some reason, she wanted to weep when she saw the wild desperation on his rigid features.
Such a living portrait of pain.
He leaned down and sank his teeth into her neck.
She wanted to scream, whether in fear or shock or ecstasy, she didn’t know. There was pain, but a distilled, voluptuous bliss twined through it, leaving her immobilized. Her eyes opened wide, as though she were being shown the secrets of the universe and couldn’t quite comprehend the miracle of the vision.
A tension swelled in her sex. It hurt where his teeth pierced her neck, but his lips moved around the puncture wounds, the movement striking her as decadently erotic. She felt the heat of his mouth penetrate her. Somehow, the sharp pain he wrought mingled with nerve and flesh until it transformed into a potent, sharp need for release.
She struggled weakly against him, not because she wanted this bizarre, electrical experience to stop—no, she would have begged him to continue—but distantly, she was mortified that she was about to climax explosively beneath a stranger…
Silken Rapture, November 22, Samhain Publishing
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Saturday, November 12th, 2011
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Friday, November 11th, 2011
Please join me in welcoming Kelly Jamieson to the Silken Rapture Contest. I met Kelly at RT last year in Los Angeles, and she’s very fun, sweet and lovely. She’s here to talk about her latest bestseller from Samhain, One Wicked Night, and she’s giving away a copy, as well! Plus, if you haven’t yet signed up for the Kindle at Silken Rapture contest, be sure to do so here.
Ménage à trois relationships: how realistic are they?
by Kelly Jamieson
I’ve been blogging a lot lately about ménage à trois relationships because of my most recent release One Wicked Night. The other day I happened to be watching the Anderson Cooper show and he had a real live polyamorous couple on as guests – a woman who lives with two men. They have a child together and both men act as fathers to the child.
One of the things I’ve thought about is whether the “happy ever after for all three” ending in a ménage story is realistic. From the woman’s point of view, I can see the advantages of having two men around. And not just for sex, although there are definite advantages there . How cool would it be to have one man who’s skilled at car repairs and another who likes to do home renovations? One guy who likes to give massages and another guy who likes to cook? Okay my tongue is in my cheek, but you know what I mean. But from the man’s point of view, I have a hard time seeing men as willing to share their woman with another dude.
So, much as I enjoy writing ménage stories that end in a committed threesome, I suspect it’s not so realistic. But here on Anderson was a real life couple living that way.
I didn’t see the beginning of the show so I didn’t realize the details of their relationship, but as they talked and audience members spoke up about their disapproval of the arrangement, I found myself defending the threesome in my mind. Even my daughter (a young adult), who was watching with me, disapproved. She kept saying “that is so messed up”. In retrospect, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. Not that I needed to defend that type of relationship, but I could have at least pointed out to her that people make different choices in their lives and we need to be tolerant and respectful of those choices. Their decision to live as a committed threesome doesn’t hurt anyone else. (Some people did express concerns about the impact on their child). Many people didn’t believe that you could have the same level of love, intimacy and commitment to two people as you could to just one. Even a psychologist spoke up about how she sees this as loving “wider” rather than “deeper”. The threesome disagreed with that and expressed their feelings quite eloquently.
I guess I felt a little defensive because I’ve written stories like that and even though I think it’s not super realistic, I want to believe in the fantasy. I feel like my characters are real people and I want to believe in that HEA for all three of them, to believe that they will make it together despite their unconventional relationship.
Because I’m interested in this, I found the clip of the Anderson show on line and watched the interview from the start. (Link here if you’re interested: http://shows.ctv.ca/Anderson.aspx#clip561652 ) It turns out that although this threesome lives together and they’re committed to each other, it is also an open relationship. One of the men has another girlfriend, who does not live with them. Now that put a different twist onto things. I know open relationships do exist, but when I’m writing (or reading) a romance, whether it’s between two people or three, I have to have my happy ending and commitment to each other at the end. I never envision my characters entering into an open relationship where they are free to date or have sex with other people. Because that’s not a romance.
Some of the ménage stories I’ve written don’t end with a committed threesome. Sometimes threesomes happen as a crazy, one time thing. Sometimes they happen and complicate an established relationship. Sometimes one person gets left out (but if they do, I’ve always written their own HEA story!). But the one thing you’ll always get from my books is commitment and a happily ever after ending, for at least two people…and sometimes three.
Here’s a little excerpt from One Wicked Night:
The boys are back in town…
Ten years ago, Kaelin Daume spent a steamy summer home from college secretly hanging out with town bad boy Tyler Wirth and his best friend Nick Kernsted. The connection was warm, complicated, and came to a crashing end when she walked in on her two forbidden friends with another woman. The shocking scene of sex and bondage has haunted her boring, oh-so-vanilla life ever since.
The fallout from that night tore Tyler’s life apart. He left Mapleglen, disowned and disgraced, to build a successful advertising career and a unique relationship with Nick. Nothing could bring him back except his sister’s wedding, and he plans to hightail it back to Chicago as soon as it’s over. At least one good thing hasn’t changed: Kaelin is as sweet as ever. Except she doesn’t seem too thrilled to hear it.
As tensions run high, Kaelin can’t resist the temptation to commit one crazy act of rebellion. Once the web of secrets, sins and lies starts to unravel, though, their lives will never be the same…
This book contains a nice girl who gets her naughty on with two hot men. M/M/F and M/M scenes may cause an increase in body temperature, pulse rate and respiration. Read with caution! For adult use only.
“We need to talk, buddy,” Tyler said. “This isn’t going to be easy.”
Nick held up a hand. “Hey. No worries. I could see you two worked things out, I guess. I’m glad.” He nodded.
“Yeah.” Tyler pulled Kaelin further into the room, tucked her into his arms in front of him. “I’m not sure if we’ve worked things out. Not everything. We talked. I apologized.”
Nick nodded slowly. “Good.”
“The thing is…” Tyler’s voice cracked. He lifted a hand to rub his face and Kaelin peeked over her shoulder at him. Her heart full and aching for both of them, she only wanted to make things right for them. Tension thickened around them, and Nick’s throat worked as he swallowed.
“I said, no worries.” Nick gave them a thin smile. “You don’t need to explain it to me, man.” His expression gentled. “I’ve always known how you felt about Kaelin. I’ve always known how she felt about you. If anything good came out of that screwed-up family wedding, it’s you two being together. I’m happy for you.”
Tyler gave a short laugh. “Yeah, you are so right about that.” He paused. “But…”
Nick turned away then, and moved to the old oak dresser in the corner. “So,” he said, his back toward them. “What’s gonna happen? Kaelin, you moving to Chicago?”
“We haven’t thought that far ahead.” With another glance at Tyler over her shoulder, she released herself from his arms and moved toward Nick. She touched his back. He didn’t turn, just bent his head. “Nick.” She rubbed up and down. “Oh, Nick.”
“Don’t fucking feel sorry for me,” he said in a low, tight voice, head still down. “I’m fine.”
“I know. I don’t feel sorry for you.” She spoke in a low voice too. “Nick. I know you love him. I think I-I love him too.” Her nerves stretched like rubber bands, she willed her shaky voice to be steady. “But I also care about you.”
He nodded stiffly. “Kaelin. You know I care about you too.”
Tyler moved up to them then, to stand behind Nick. He slid his arms around Nick and rested his head against Nick’s. Nick went very still, his fingers gripping the edge of the dresser, still looking down at it.
“What you said that day,” Tyler said. “When we were in Mapleglen and you said it was insulting to you that I thought Kaelin was too good for me, but you weren’t…I’ve been thinking about that.” Tyler paused. “You probably are too good for me. And I want you to know how much that means to me that you care about me. Nick. I’ve never told you this.” His voice came out thick. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“What are you saying?” Nick asked after a long moment of dense silence.
“He’s saying, we don’t want to lose you,” Kaelin said. She rested her hand on his taut forearm. “I’m confused, too, Nick. This is the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me. I want two men. Me. The good girl. I don’t know what happened to me last weekend, but for some reason this just all feels like this is the way it should be. The three of us. “
Nick groaned and still didn’t move. Tyler’s hand rubbed over his chest. “Jesus,” Nick said. He turned his head and met Kaelin’s eyes. “Are you sure, Kaelin? A lot of people would think that’s really fucked up.”
“I know.” She smiled and held his gaze. “I’m sure. You know I’ve always cared about you. You were always a friend to me. Last weekend…well, it was more than just friends. Right?” She bit her lip as she awaited his answer.
“You know it was, honey.” He released his grip on the dresser and found her hand with his. His big warm fingers closed around hers. “You know it was.”
He turned in Tyler’s arms to face his friend. “Tyler. Buddy. What the fuck?”
Tyler gave a choked laugh. “Yeah. What the fuck is right. I don’t know, man. You think I can explain any of this? All I know is what I want. I want you. And I want Kaelin. And I think…” He paused, glanced at Kaelin, wrapped one arm around her shoulders, the other around Nick’s, pulled their three heads close together. “I think we are so fucking lucky to have found her, probably the only woman in the world who’d get this.”
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