MFMM - Oh Yeah! FOUR REAL

Available for Pre-Order today!  Release date 12/5/16.

Her love was greedy.  Their love was infinite.

Lead singer of the start-up band Four Real, Tricia Donahue left her hometown with one question. How can you love three men at once? She’s convinced herself that it can’t be done—not without living up to her family’s infamous reputation. Now, years later, lead guitarist Michael Hill is touring with world famous TRE, far removed from the small town band he once called his family. Home will never be the same until he makes things right. Keyboarder, Pete Morello and drummer, Marty Pierce were always close, but when the one girl they ever loved disappeared from their life, their casual threesomes and life’s hard knocks revealed the feelings they share for each other. Reunion time for four best friends with unfinished business means they will finally face the music.  Fantasy…meet reality.  

Excerpt:

Tricia flicked her finger into the running water for the fourth time, waiting for it to get hot. She shook her head, wondering which was worse, burning extra gas for the old hot water heater or running the stove twice as long trying to boil cold water. Sometimes there didn’t seem to be a good answer, not without costs at both ends.

Hot dogs in the fridge was the one constant thing she could count on when it came to her mother. That wasn’t saying much, she knew. But Tricia had celebrated the unopened pack tucked into the crisper drawer nonetheless.

She’d showered and changed, not wanting to fully admit why. It was easier to tell herself that she just needed to relax. That didn’t explain the extra ten minutes she took wrestling her hair into a perfect messy ponytail and the three different lip gloss shades she tried from her makeup pouch.
When the doorbell rang she nearly jumped out of her skin. Hill was alone, his acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder. Tricia half expected to find Marty and Pete behind him on the porch. Whether she was hoping for a chaperone, or an audience she wasn’t sure.

“Hey,” he said with something expectant in his sapphire eyes.

“Hotdogs are boiling,” Tricia said, knowing that it didn’t answer the question she’d read in his gaze.

“Cool,” he replied with a nod. He stepped through the doorway into the modest living room and smiled. “The place hasn’t changed a bit.”

“Except for the new couch.”

“And the new you, all grown up.” Hill took three slow steps towards her. “I can’t even describe how much I missed you.”

The burn on Tricia’s cheeks couldn’t quite rival the chills down her spine. “I missed you too, Hill.”
He stopped in his tracks and just looked at her for a moment. Tricia suddenly felt pinned in the narrow path of his gaze. He took two steps closer, pressing into her personal space, only inches from touching.

“What are we doing? Why are we dancing around this?” He said, the heat of him through the hoodie permeating her cotton t-shirt. His lips brushed against hers; his hands found their way to the curve of her jaw.

“I don’t know.” Right then with the pads of his fingers pressing just hard enough to show her that he didn’t want to let go for anything, Tricia could not think of one good reason why they shouldn’t kiss. So she took a leap of faith and leaned in, catching his lip with a soft nip of her teeth before he released his hunger for her. He kissed her so deeply that Tricia melted in surrender.

 His hands sought every part of her, falling over her shoulders and onto her breasts as he lowered himself to his knees and inhaled her sex though her jeans. It was a purely animalistic gesture, one that hadn’t the tiniest relationship to a cool and practiced seduction. He grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and pressed his nose to her crotch, taking big deep breaths of her scent and letting out blasts of heat through the layers of denim and lace that stood in his way. Tricia moaned, and he did it again.

“Oh, damn T,” he said and raked his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, working her button loose and ripping down the zipper. He took another purchase of air against her panties and exhaled with a flat tongue finding the very top of her clit. Her skinny jeans curled like a shedding skin as he tore them from her legs. Then she was in his arms, her jeans still bunched at her ankles, her black lace thong soaked already, more from her own anticipation.

He carried her into the small kitchen, where a big pot of water gurgled and steamed. Tricia was placed onto the counter, in the corner where two walls of cabinets met. Her bound ankles dangled for only seconds before Hill slung the bunched denim over his head, to rest on the back of his neck. His mouth was on her then, lapping at the already drenched lace. He laid his tongue flat against her clit, leveraging the texture of the fabric against her overly sensitive nub. He sucked on the scrap of fabric and then worked his tongue around the side for a swipe of tender flesh. The contrast of his silky tongue was mind-ravaging. Tricia moaned and Hill didn’t stop for even a moment to look at her. Next, two fingers were inside of her, her cunt taking lavish slurps from them.

“Fuck, you are so wet,” Hill whispered, and stood to crush his mouth against hers again.

Tricia couldn’t remember the last time she had wanted something so badly. Yet something forbidden and selfish quaked at the back of her mind. The setting was familiar and so were the feelings. The entire time they’d been together Tricia had put the brakes on when things got too hot, and it wasn’t to preserve her virtue. The images saturated her mind; the need was far too potent to ignore. As turned on as Hill got her, there was a part of her that called out for his two friends, and in truth they were the other loves of her life. Before all the kissing and their initial forays into oral sex, it had been easy to fit in the middle of Hill, Pete and Marty. Flirtations were tossed back and forth with each of them at a breakneck rate. Casual touches disguised more needful intentions. But when Hill had the green light on her pleasure, she drowned in the guilt of wishing Pete and Marty were close and ready to have their piece of her too. So before Hill could get a condom on, she’d end it, telling him to stop. How could she deserve his pleasure, when she knew it wouldn’t be enough?

No, things hadn’t changed much at all, because her cunt ached for him and yet her heart knew that it wasn’t just for him alone. “Hill…,” she spoke against his lips.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I can’t do this.” She reached between her legs and stilled his hand, pushing him away with the other.

Hill had to duck back under her legs, as they were still locked around him by her jeans. The moment he was free from her she hopped off the counter and scrambled to get them in place. Her wetness mocked her. Her heart ached at the look in his eyes.

“You’re still mad about the song,” he said.

Tricia blinked at him and opened her mouth. Then she closed it. The next time she began to speak she knew a lie would come out, but knowing it didn’t stop her. “Yes. Sorry.” She turned from him as the tears gathered in the corners of her eye. What was wrong with her? Hill wanted her. Marty and Pete belonged to each other. How screwed up was she that the simple answer to be with Hill and Hill alone didn’t seem to make sense? “I think the hotdogs are ready.”

“Yeah, right. OK, I get it.” Hill ran his thumb over his glistening lip and darted his tongue over the tip. He adjusted himself then, shifting his hard shaft to no avail. It still stabbed at his zipper.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Stop saying that. I understand.”

But he didn’t understand at all. Tricia busied herself with the bread box, searching for the buns she’d expected would be there. “Sorry, we only have white bread.”

Hill raised his eyebrow at her. “Language, young lady.”

That made her smile. He always had a way of accomplishing that. “Then I’m not sorry,” she teased, thankful for the lightened mood.

“I think that might be worse,” he laughed softly.

Hill sat down at the table and pulled a flip pad and pencil from his back pocket. He held it up. “Old school.”

Tricia smiled, and put a steaming hot wiener atop a slice of white toast on the table in front of him. 

“This too.”

“True. Guess I kind of like things that way.”

“You don’t miss your big time life in L.A.? Not even a little bit?” She sat down across from him and picked up her hot dog, squirting some ketchup on it before taking a bite.
He shrugged. “I feel like a different person out there. No family, no one who really knows me.”

“I moved to Manhattan for that exact reason,” Tricia said on half a laugh.

“You running away and me running back, and that is the story of us, T. We’re never running towards the same thing.”

Tricia flashed her eyes at him before grabbing the relish. “Always running in the wrong direction.” She took another bite of her hot dog and chewed. “Right past my own reflection.”
Hill didn’t say anything. He just picked up the pencil.

Tricia weighed the next thought that came to mind and tried to decide if it should come out. In the end, there wasn’t a choice. He heart needed to speak. Hill was her only translator. “Don’t think you can hear me with this bad connection.” Tricia didn’t look up from her plate.

“T, I can always hear you.”

“Just write, Hill.”

“Yes ma’am. Bad connection.” He wrote the words. “That’s the refrain.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. We got a bad connection.” He looked up at her with a measure of sadness in his eyes that cut her in two. “It fits.”

She tucked her lips inward in the absent way that always drew a snide remark from her fourth grade teacher. Chewing on the answer won’t make it taste any better.

“Carla says that I should go with you to L.A. to straighten everything out. She made me promise I would leave as soon as possible.”

Hill nodded. “She called me while I was on the way over here to check if you’d agreed to go.”

“You two are conspiring again.”

“Whatever it takes.” He took another bite. “What’s the next line?”

Tricia got up to look for something for them to drink in the fridge. “Coke? Sorry there’s nothing harder.”

“Coke is fine.” Hill said, picking up the pencil. “Nothing harder…” He tapped the eraser on the table to a beat of his own making. “Nothing harder than touching perfection. 

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A Sensual Audio story where you are the main character. 


Have you had some fun with AMSRotica? The way our bodies react to sound is a phenomenon. I don't need to be a scientist to know there's something chemical happening. We must be hardwired in some way to respond at the ready when we hear just the right whisper, or growl or moan.  An art in its own right, Erotic Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response techniques are simply candy for your ears.  I couldn't wait to be a part of the movement.  Thanks to Gael of Galeforce Audio for allowing me to write him a little something kinky and sweet. 
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Take a break, grab your ear buds  and let Gael give you your surprise.  NSFW




Pussy Footing Around

I've been reluctant to weigh in on the scandal, but there's been a lot of talk about pussies lately.  The word has been thrust to the forefront of our national consciousness.  There was a time when authors like myself were the only ones to give pussies their place in print. But now....!  It's pussy all the time and everyone wants to weigh in.

Here's what I'm saying.

Since my blog is so far away from political, I think there is one unifying message we can all agree upon. Pussies deserve respect. I'm not the first and won't be the last to acknowledge that without laying blame, pussies have brought kings to their knees and inspired lesser men to achieve greatness. Have we evolved beyond that fact? I'm afraid, not yet. 

There may be no greater disrespect of the pussy than depriving it of want it needs.  If you like having it grabbed, then by all means, find someone you trust who will do it for you.  But let's never forget who deserves to make that call.  (Here's a hint...you need to have one.)

New Book in Edits!

I know I've been away a while...

But I've got something new coming soon.  Tentative blurb...don't hold me to it.

Lead singer of the band For Real, Tricia Donahue left her hometown with one question. How can you love three men at once? She’s convinced herself that it can’t be done—not without living up to her family’s infamous reputation. Now years later lead guitarist Michael Hill is touring with world famous TRE, far removed from the small town band he once called his family.  Pete Morello and Marty Pierce were always close, but when the one girl they ever loved disappeared from their world, their casual threesomes and life’s hard knocks revealed the feelings they share for each other. Tricia can have it all…she only has to ask.

My guy's guy, Spencer Hartley






I'm at Joyfully Jay's chatting about one of my favorite guys.  Go check out my guest post.


Yes, there will be trouble

Warning- My heroes and my heroines are bound to fuck up somewhere along the way.  I like it that way.  In one of my favorite TV shows, Nurse Jackie, Edie Falco plays a drug addicted nurse.  She’s a great nurse with a good heart, but she lies and she cheats, all with a straight face.  Somehow, the writers keep you on her side. It’s brilliant!

In my stories and novels I write characters that have failings and will need to find a way to overcome their shortcomings.  It might be pride, or fear, self-doubt or selfishness.  No, things will not be all peachy-keen in my novels.  My Doms are not infallible stallions who are beyond question. My female leads don’t always cooperate.  I want my characters to be real; with inner conflicts and susceptible to mistakes.   For me the resolution of the conflict is so rewarding when you have walked on the coals with the characters, hand in hand.


So this leads me to a question.  Do you want your hero to be perfect?  Can you still like him if he’s not?  In life and in romance novels I truly feel that the power of love lays in the ability to love someone even when they falter and the ability to be their support as they get back on track.  The challenge is to make the reader feel that way too.  

New Menage - SWEPT

SWEPT is live!!  




I'm back with another menage story about Spencer, Rory and Jack from Polished. You can read it as a standalone too!

For a very limited time, I am offering SWEPT at an Amazon.com exclusive new release discount. So run, run and get it now! It's also free to read on Kindle Unlimited.

Read the first three chapters.

Even a Master needs a savior...or two.

Successful engineering executive, Jack Rothman thought he was finally free to be the Dom he was meant to become. His submissives, Rory Campbell and Spencer Hartley are soon to be married, and his place as their Dominant is unshakeable. Then Jack loses the one thing a Dom requires…control over his life.

Rory can’t wait to get married, but she can’t marry both of her men—not in the eyes of the law or her overbearing, critical parents. She must find the courage to tell her parents the truth about her poly relationship, despite the sudden absence of her Dominant’s strength. If she wants the happily-ever-after wedding she’s always dreamed of, she’ll have to learn to fight for it on her own.

Spencer knows that lies are a poison that destroys from within.  Now that he’s come to terms with his bisexuality he’s ready to settle down with the woman he loves and the man he can’t live without. Only the future that seemed so bright is in danger of being swept out of his hands. He’s watching his fiancĂ©e fall apart, his Dom fade away and there’s nothing he can do about it…or is there?


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INSTA-LOVE is real!

The question: Is insta-love a real thing? This phenomenon is hailed and hated by many in almost equal amounts in my estimation.  I can sometimes see a reviewer rolling their eyes at the mere concept.  I am guilty of writing the instant chemistry and guarded optimism of that first spark-filled meeting. Well, I am a believer, because I have been a witness.  The day I met my husband was the first day of the rest of our lives together. Simple as that. 

In Swept, Rory shares the story of how she and Spencer first met. It's fated bliss right from the start. I'm sure I have some readers who've been stopped in their tracks by cupid's arrow, even if just for a short while. In writing and in life I think you have to be open to the possibilities...as readers too.  I want to hear your insta-love stories if you feel like sharing.  Comment and warm my heart.