Monday, 12 January 2015

#Release DaySqueal Let's Get it On! #mfm #bdsm #giveaway @sirenbookstrand

It's release day, and yours truly is a tad ecxited. In the words of the great Marvin Gaye, indeed, Let's Get it On.

I'm on a few blogs today, so make sure you hop across. There is a chance to win a $10 GC on The Nuthouse Scribblers here, and a book from my back list on Raven McAllan's blog here, where I am interviewing my heroes, the delicious Cooper brothers.

Now, as it's Release day, I am sharing the entire first chapter right here, so enjoy!

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, spanking, caning, ice play, erotic asphyxiation, sex toys, HEA]

When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?

Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.

However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game. The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.

Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.

She has never needed her Sirs more.

Available now at Bookstrand with a 10% Discount.



Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

Closing time had never been so much fun. Her feet might be killing her, and she’d had to endure countless gropes and lewd comments thanks to her outfit, but Sloan had finally taken notice.
How many times had she fantasized about being sat on this counter with Sloan between her legs, while she was wiping up yet another coffee spill? His stubble created shivers of anticipation against her skin, as his large hand grabbed her thigh, traveled upward, and grazed her slit.
“Another one sleeping on the job, I see. You certainly know how not to pick your staff, bro.”
Lily struggled awake, and the waves of pleasure coursing through her system evaporated with the last few notes of Marvin Gaye’s soulful “Let’s Get It On” as the juke box ground to a halt.
Shit, shit, and triple damn it all to hell and back.
The man towering over her wasn’t Sloan, and he had a perfect view up her skirt. Heat rose in Lily’s cheeks when it dawned on her what must have happened, and she hastily shut her legs and tried to pull down the hem of her far-too-short dress. She’d fallen asleep in the staff room, whilst on shift, and not only that. Judging by the damp crotch of her panties and her splayed legs, she had been pleasuring herself in her sleep. That certainly explained her dream and the smirk on this man’s face. So much for attracting Sloan’s attention, instead…
“What are you doing in here, Cyrus? I told you to wait in my office, and… oh.”
Sloan entered the room, took one look at her and frowned. Her humiliation was complete, and this stranger still stood right over her. Taller and broader than Sloan, there was no mistaking the family resemblance, now that her brain cells kicked in. This had to be Sloan’s older brother and owner of this chain of American Diners.
“Leave Lily alone, Cy. She’s been working double shifts, and besides, it’s closing time in five anyway.” His frown deepened when his brother didn’t move, and Lily’s stomach flip-flopped widely when Sloan looked at her properly.
Starting at her heels, he ran his gaze slowly up her legs, and she once again tried to pull at the hem of her dress. The ghost of a smile kicked up his lips, and she froze, when his gaze lingered there. By the time he reached her face and she forced herself to look him in the eye, she was a nervous wreck.
“What happened to your uniform, Lily?”
The curious edge to his voice sent shivers down her spine and she had to clear her throat to get her voice to work.
“I-I… well, that guy spilled his coffee all over me earlier and … urm.”
Cyrus snorted in amusement as she stuttered her way through an explanation and failed miserably. She was too aware of Sloan, and Cyrus, too, who now sat down next to her and threw one long arm over the back of the settee and stretched his long legs out in front of him. The action brought with it a whiff of his expensive cologne, and the underlying scent of virile man.
From the perfectly polished Italian loafers, to the expensive tailor made suit, that accentuated his muscled physique, this man exuded confidence and raw sex-appeal, that had her body respond to him against her will.
She barely suppressed a whimper, when Cyrus leant in and whispered into her ear.
“Liar. We both know you’ve dressed that way to get his attention. So, the question is, now that you have it, what are you going to do about it?”
He pulled back with the most sinful grin ever and then stood up and slapped his brother on the back.
“Mind if I help myself to some coffee, whilst you hash this out with Lily?”
Before either of them could say anything, Cyrus shut the door behind them and left the two of them alone.
An uneasy silence fell between them, and for the second time in the last few minutes Lily wanted the ground to swallow her up.
“I should go and help Martha close up.” She mumbled the words under her breath, and in her haste to scramble to her feet, and not flash more of her wares at Sloan, her heels slipped sideways and she stumbled.
Sloan grasped her and pulled her upright, and she whispered her thanks, as her hands connected with his chest. Try as she might, she seemed utterly incapable of taking her palms off of her boss. The simple tee emblazoned with the diner’s motive clung to his pecs, and this close to him, Lily got a hint of his scent. Spicy, earthy, with a trace of sweat from his earlier shifting of supply boxes, his pure male essence had her body tightening in need and behaving like a lovesick teenager.
Lily knew she was being pathetic. Lusting after one’s boss—who did that? Especially when said boss never looked at you twice and was nice to everyone. She was making a fool of herself, and the fact that Sloan still held on to her, seemingly as reluctant to let her go as she was to step away from him, didn’t mean a thing. He was just being courteous. That was Sloan all over, after all.
“I feel I ought to apologize for my brother, Lily. I don’t know what he said to you, but pay him no heed. He likes to play games, and I’m afraid you’re just his type.”
When she didn’t respond, he sighed and ran his hands up and down her arms in an almost absent minded gesture. It did nothing to help Lily regain her equilibrium. This close to him she was too aware of him as man, and far too aware of how little she wore, and how wet she was.
So it had been ages since she last got laid, and that attempt at vanilla sex had been an unmitigated disaster. That didn’t mean she had to practically throw herself at her boss, did it now? Lily straightened her spine and fixed a smile on her face. She failed miserably at making that attempt convincing judging by the way Sloan’s hold on her arms tightened.
“I knew it. He said something inappropriate, didn’t he? I’ll fucking deck him this time.”
The barely concealed anger in his voice snapped her head up to see his expression. He wasn’t looking at her, however. Just stared at a distant point over her head, and the brilliant blue of his eyes turned to hard steel in a face set in a tense mask.
“Really, he didn’t. It’s fine. I don’t want to be the cause of any trouble. Besides, I’m asking for it really, dressed like—”
His furious curse cut her off and the hold on her arms grew painful. She flinched in the cold anger of his stare.
“You’re my employee and under my care, for fuck’s sake. I won’t let him mess with what’s mine.”
Her eyes grew wide at the possessiveness behind those grumbled words, and Sloan blanched and swore again, under his breath this time, as though it just dawned on him what he’d said. He released his hold on her, ran a hand through his short dirt blond hair and took a step away from her.
Lily couldn’t help it. She smiled, and her heart beat kicked up several notches when he threw her a lopsided grin.
“Forgive me the cave man act. I don’t know what came over me. You can dress any way you like, though,” his grin deepened as he gave her body another slow appraisal that left tingles of awareness in its wake. “Maybe that dress isn’t the most practical thing to wear for work.”
He winked at her, and Lily laughed.
“No, but it sure got me great tips today.”
Sloan grinned and shook his head.
“I bet. Probably why we were so busy, too. Maybe I should make this regulatory uniform. I’m sure Martha would look lovely.”
They both burst into laughter. Martha was the mother hen of the place, and close to retirement.
“I dunno, I’m sure she would attract some silver foxes,” Lily said and the laughter died in her throat when Sloan reached out and touched a strand of her hair.
He curled the end round his finger, and this time there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze when he looked at her.
“Why were you wearing the dress really? Going out on a hot date after your shift?”
Lily swallowed nervously when he lifted his fingers to his nose and inhaled. There was something incredibly intimate about that, even though he barely touched her.
“You should leave your hair down more often. I had no idea it was this long,” he said.
Time stood still as they simply stared at each other, and Lily had to clear her throat to get her voice to work when he finally let that strand of her dark blonde hair slip through his fingers. She tucked it behind her ears and latched on to the latter one of his statements.
“It’s too long and it would get in the way. I don’t think your customers would look too kindly on finding my hair in their coffee. In fact, let me tie it back again, and help Martha. I know she’s keen to get away to make visiting hours.”
A frown marred Sloan’s features and Lily bit her lip. Even with a scowl he looked good enough to eat. A muscle ticked in his jaw, accentuating the sheer strength of him. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Sloan’s body. Lily had ogled him shirtless often enough to know that. Even Martha wasn’t averse to sneaking a peek at the poetry in motion that was their boss’s denim clad ass, when he helped unload the supplies. It made Monday one of the most sought-after shifts, in fact. The man himself seemed oblivious to the adoration of his female staff, unless one of them tried to make an open pass at him, which always ended with her termination of contract.
An ice-cold fist squeezed Lily’s heart as that dawned on her. What on earth was she doing? She needed this job, so why then was she so acting out of character?
“What on earth are you talking about?”
The puzzlement and concern in Sloan’s voice pulled her out of her internal angst, and it was her turn to frown at him.
“Martha? Who is she visiting? I thought her husband had made a full recovery. Has he had a set back from the cancer? If so, what the fuck is she doing here, working? She should have told me. I know I’ve been busy, but this is ridiculous.”
“No, no, her husband is fine.” Lily put a hand on Sloan’s arm, and immediately wished she hadn’t as her barely banked down arousal flared into life again. Damn that erotic dream. It had been too real, and her blasted hormones seemed intent on leading her into trouble today.
“It’s Ursula. She’s on bed rest in hospital. She’s had a bit of a scare with her pregnancy. She’s fine, just needs to take it easy for the next few weeks until the baby is born, and Martha wants to keep her company.”
“Her foster daughter is pregnant? How did that happen?”
“The usual way, I should think.” Lily resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Sloan did it for her, and slapped his hand against his forehead.
“Sorry, dumb question, I know, but that girl is like what? Twelve?”
Sloan looked so utterly terrified that Lily had to smile.
“No, she’s almost fifteen.”
Sloan whistled through his teeth and shook his head.
“Jesus, she’s just a kid, still. This is crazy.”
“Which is why Martha kept it quiet. She didn’t want the others to start gossiping. It’s bad enough that the girl got passed from pillar to post all her life. Martha feels she’s failed her somehow. I did tell her that was nonsense. She’s given the kid a home when no one else wanted her, but, well, you know Martha.”
Sloan didn’t answer, just sighed, and nodded.
“So, don’t say anything to her, please. She’ll tell you in her own time.”
“Of course, my lips are sealed.”
He gave her an odd little smile, and Lily took it as her cue to get out of there. Snatching up her abandoned apron on the way through, she tied the thing over her dress, pulled her hair back into a pony tail, and ducked behind the long counter.
One customer was still nursing his cup of coffee, and Cyrus Cooper sat in one of the corner booths with his nose stuck in one of the accounts ledgers. He looked up when she inadvertently banged the hatch off the counter on the way down, and grinned. It was an infuriatingly knowing smile that made her feel even more flustered, and she was glad the apron covered her front. The flimsy material of her dress would have afforded no cover for her hardening nipples. Even so, the way his gaze lingered there made her wonder whether he knew about her body’s pathetic reaction to the heated promise in his amber eyes.
“Here, let me do that, Martha.” She took the cleaning rag off the older woman, fixed a smile on her face for the customer, and kept her gaze firmly trained on the coffee stain Martha had been in the process of eliminating, and not the view of Sloan’s back side as he slid into the booth opposite his brother.
Even so, she was far too aware of the men talking and both of them checking her out.
“Is everything alright, my dear? You were gone ages, and—”
“I’m fine, Martha. I’m sorry I took so long. I fell asleep, would you believe it.” She tried to make light of it, but she should have known that wouldn’t work. Immediately Martha’s face creased up in concern.
“Oh, this is my fault. You’ve been covering for me too much. Look, you go home now, and I’ll close up.”
“No, don’t be daft.” Lily shook her head and pulled Martha in for a quick hug. “I just haven’t been sleeping well. It’s quiet, so there won’t be much for me to clear away, so you go, and give that girl a hug from me. Go on. There’s no need for both of us to be here, not with the boss here, too.”
Martha pursed her lips, and pulled her apron off.
“Are you sure, sweetie?” She glanced across to the booth Sloan and Cyrus were sat and seemingly engrossed in conversation, and lowered her voice. “That’s kinda what I’m worried about. I’ve known those two for a long time, and Cyrus tends to lead Sloan astray, if you get my drift, and well, you in that dress…?”
“I’m hardly god’s gift to mankind, Martha. Sloan hadn’t even noticed I changed until his brother pulled me up on my lack of uniform, so I don’t think you need to worry.” She mentally crossed her fingers and added a silent if only. “Besides I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself. You go. I’ll be fine.”
Even if she had been concerned, the instant relief flooding Martha’s features would have convinced Lily she was doing the right thing. The older woman had taken her under her wing from her first day here two years earlier and she’d been something of a maternal figure to a motherless Lily, so this was the least she could do. It wasn’t as though Lily had anyone to rush home to.
Moments later, Martha waved goodbye to Sloan and Cyrus, and Lily kept herself busy counting the float on the till. It was only when Sloan dimmed the lights that their remaining customer took the hint and left. Sloan locked the door, flipped the sign, and activated the automatic shutters, and she was alone with the men.
“Finally. Let’s talk about this transgression of falling asleep on the job, shall we?” Cyrus’s voice sent shivers down her spine.

Oh yes, let's talk indeed.
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  1. Congrats on your new release honey xxxx

  2. Congrats Doris another hot read I can't wait to delve into it!!!

  3. Congratulations on your new book!

  4. Congrats on the new release! And thanks for the video, I love this song

    1. Thanks, Susan, and yeah, me too re the song :-)