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New Release! Monsoon Fever: A Multicultural Romance by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Menage #Polyamory #Bisexual #Threesome #India #Assam #MMFRomance #TheGreatWar #WWI #BritishEmpire #Hinduism

Monsoon FeverBlurb

When a charismatic Indian lawyer arrives at their remote Assamese tea plantation, he tempts a married couple with forbidden carnal delights.

In the early years of their marriage, Priscilla and Jonathan eagerly indulged their physical desires, but now that passion has dwindled. Childlessness and the horrors of the Great War have taken a toll on their relationship. Though Priscilla still aches for Jon’s touch, he seems preoccupied with settling his father’s affairs in India, so they can sell the plantation they’ve inherited and return to England.

Anil Kumar served as solicitor to Jon’s father. Arriving unannounced, drenched by a monsoon deluge, he enchants both Priscilla and Jon with his beauty, poise and wisdom. In separate incidents, each of them succumbs to Anil’s lustful attentions. Will the illicit cravings excited by the handsome Indian be the final stroke that destroys their marriage? Or the route to saving it?

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound. It has been revised and re-edited for this release.

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Excerpt

The next thing she knew, Jon was beside her, helping her to stand. He clutched her soapy form to his now-naked body and sealed her lips with his. Joy ballooned in her chest. It had been so long since she’d felt his decisive mouth or tasted his familiar flavour. She rubbed her breasts against him, smearing herself with his dirt. His rigid nipples poked at her chest. Below, she could feel his cock stiffening again, nudging into the gap between her thighs.

She opened her legs and tilted her pelvis toward him, inviting his entry. Then, all at once, a torrent of warm water poured down on their heads. They broke their kiss, sputtering in the surprise flood. Before they could respond, another bucketful drenched them.

“Anil!” Sputtering and laughing, Priscilla turned to find that the native was behind them. He too had shed his clothes. As she watched, he raised a pitcher and poured its contents over his own head.

The shower slicked his dark locks against his skull, emphasising the fine planes of his countenance. Rivulets coursed over his muscled shoulders and down his hairless chest. His skin looked oiled, cinnamon-hued and buttery smooth. Only in his groin did hair grow, in wild black tangles completely different from the golden fur at the base of Jonathan’s cock.

Priscilla’s palms itched with the need to caress that silky, dark skin, to mould Anil’s flat breasts and flick her thumbs across his chocolate-hued nipples. She saw herself kneeling in the puddle at his feet, swallowing his majestic penis. The urge to turn image into reality was overwhelming. Did she dare to act on her desire?

She glanced back at Jon. He too seemed transfixed by the sight of Anil’s glorious nakedness. His cock was fully erect once again. It twitched slightly, in rhythm perhaps with his racing pulse. His hands were clenched at his sides, but as Priscilla watched, he relaxed and began stroking himself. He swelled further.

She willed him to look away from Anil for a moment and to meet her gaze, with its unspoken question. He must have felt her thoughts. Their eyes locked, and for a moment Priscilla felt the old connection that they’d had at first, the sense that everything was understood. He nodded slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips.

She beamed her gratitude back at him, then turned back to Anil’s body. Lowering herself to the tiled floor, she grasped the Indian’s cock at the root and stroked it gently. The taut skin sheathing his hardness felt like silk. The bulb was scarcely wider than the shaft and peaked rather than round, like a blunted arrowhead. His foreskin puckered below it. Droplets clung to the tip, perhaps from the shower, perhaps his own secretions. Priscilla’s mouth watered at the sight.

She bent closer and pursed her lips around the bulb, tonguing the slit, sampling his moisture. The taste made her crave more. Opening wide, she engulfed him, sucking him deep into her mouth.

Anil hummed with pleasure. He laid a light hand on her damp curls, guiding but not forcing her as she slid her mouth along his length. He hardly thrust at all, though the increasing tension in his flesh made it clear that his excitement was peaking. Reaching between his legs, she cupped the velvety sacs hanging there, thrilled to feel them tighten as she brought him closer to the edge.

Her own body was on fire. Her nipples were points of flame, and her clit was a glowing ember no amount of wetness could quench, though her juices trickled down her splayed thighs onto the floor. Anil’s hands were on her shoulders now, kneading her flesh as she sucked rhythmically on his. He was nowhere near her sex, yet his touch sent hot shivers through her. In her mind’s eye, she saw herself skewered by the steely cock now sliding in and out of her mouth, and the image nearly sent her into her own climax. She sucked more strongly, nipping at the bulb each time she reached the apex. The native groaned, moments away from coming.

“Pru!” Jon’s voice was low and hoarse with lust, close to her ear. “Don’t let him spend. Don’t waste him. Let’s get to the bedroom.”

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, BookBub, BingeBooks and Twitter.

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New Release! The Pornographer’s Apprentice (The Toymakers Guild, Book 1) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Steampunk #Menage #Lesbian #Bisexual #Dominance #Submission

Blurb

In prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen year old prodigy Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts. She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the permanent position she craves.

Inspired by a salacious catalogue found in her deceased uncle’s library, she applies for an apprenticeship with the Toymakers Guild. The Guild fabricates bespoke sexual artifacts for the private pleasure of select clients – an occupation for which Gillian, with her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, is eminently suited.

The other apprentices, initially skeptical about a female engineer, become enthusiastic supporters once they’ve tested her erotic aptitude. The voluptuous Governing Director, and the dashing French journeyman likewise help expand her carnal repertoire. The final decision, however, rests with the reclusive Master Toymaker, who has been missing for nearly two years.

When an unscrupulous nobleman sets up a competing enterprise, he threatens not only the livelihood of the Guild’s members but their lives as well. Gillian hatches an audacious plan to entrap the villain, save the Guild, and leave the absent Master no choice but to grant her heart’s desire.

If you like steam punk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you’ll love The Pornographer’s Apprentice.

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*****

The Pornographer's ApprenticeExcerpt:

Red welts now streaked the journeyman’s back. Amelia surveyed her handiwork, apparently taking a break. “That’s half of what you’re owed,” she told him. “However, the next dozen strokes won’t be so easy.” She rummaged in her box. “I’m sure you’ll remember this. One of your cleverest designs.”

She held up a bulbous device, tapered at both ends, about two inches in diameter at its largest. A quartet of wires flowed from the base, terminating in broad rubber cuffs.

Sébastien groaned. “Mr. Bosley’s electric arse stimulator? But we delivered that more than six months ago!”

“I had Mr. Fawcett and Mr. Burns build a duplicate. Just in case. Fortunately for you, I have plenty of lard…” Suiting actions to words, she scooped some waxy white substance out of a covered jar and smeared it over the device. Spreading Sébastien’s rear cheeks with one hand,  she pressed the greased plug against his sphincter with the other. “Just relax,” she crooned.

“I’m trying, ma’am.”

She reached around to grab his erection, using it for leverage. He shuddered at her touch. “Don’t fight me, boy. You know you won’t win.”

“Oh – oh, Mistress…”

Pushing and twisting simultaneously, she finally seated the bulb in his rear channel.

Gillian moaned in concert with the victim, her recently reamed arsehole twitching.

“Such a brilliant concept,” she continued in a even tone as she fastened the cuffs around his thighs and upper arms. “Harvesting the power of the user’s own kinetic energy, I mean. The more frenetic the struggles, the more intense the electrical stimulation.”

Gillian immediately grasped Sébastien’s dilemma. Poor man!

Amelia smoothed the curls away from his forehead, then dropped her hand to his rampant cock and squeezed. His jerk of pleasure turned to a cry of pain as the devilish toy delivered a shock to his tender rectum. “Are you ready for the second dozen strokes, my boy?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he managed, through gritted teeth.

“Very good. Now try to stay still…”

The lash snapped, landing on his shoulder. Reflexively, he flinched away from the blow. The sudden movement activated the electric plug. He let out a wail, his back arching as the infernal thing in his arse came to life.

“One,” intoned Amelia.

The next stroke carved a red path across his buttocks. This time he managed to keep himself still enough to avoid being shocked.

“Two,” called his tormenter. Before he could catch his breath, the whip flew once more, slashing across the backs of his thighs.

Mon dieu!” he cried, shaking as electric pulses wracked his rectum.

“Three. Are you all right, Sébastien?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And if you need me to stop?”

“I’ll say ‘Logarithm’,” he replied. “But you need not worry. Finish the punishment, Mistress. I deserve it.”

“Good boy.”

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Fin d’Espoir, A Bisexual Vampire Romance by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #vampire #menage #bisexual #Jamaica #paranormal #erotic #slavery #Halloween #polyamory #magic

Fin d'EspoirBlurb

Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d’Espoir. He has sworn to never again taste human blood. Then a fierce storm and a runaway horse bring a slender, raven-haired beauty to his lair. When she begs him to take her, he cannot resist.

Madeleine and Troy hope that a carefree vacation in tropical Jamaica will reignite their faded passion. On a mountain trail ride, Maddy’s horse bolts, carrying her deep into the jungle. Injured and lost, she is saved by a giant of a man whose mere presence kindles unbearable desire. By the time she understands his dark nature, it is far too late for her to escape.

When Maddy returns, Troy finds her greatly changed : ravenous in bed, restless and disturbed otherwise. The elegant stranger he meets on the beach holds the key to her transformation – and soon has seduced Troy as well.

Tortured by his conscience, Etienne is determined to set the young couple free. But their love may be his last hope for redemption.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Fire in the Blood. It has been edited and updated for this release.

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Excerpt

Etienne dragged his belt from the loops of his dungarees. “Give me your hands,” he ordered. Madeleine held them out, palms turned upward in supplication. “I plan to bind you to ensure that you cannot escape me once we have begun. I will give you one more chance. Do you still want this?”

Maddy shivered, imagining herself restrained on the rough bed, powerless and at his mercy. Lust and fear warred in her body. Liquid dripped from her pussy, soaking the satiny robe bunched under her buttocks. She and Troy had played at bondage, silk scarves and velvet blindfolds. This was real.

She sought Etienne’s eyes, seeking reassurance. Fire flickered in the depths of those dark pools. His face was a beautiful mask that offered no solace. He gripped the belt in both hands, twisting as if testing it. “Et bien, Madeleine?

She wanted it. She could not pretend otherwise. She wanted him, on any terms, wanted whatever he would do to her. Nothing mattered, not his terrifying strength, not his grim warnings, not the feeble image of Troy awaiting her back at the hotel. She reached for the bonds he offered. “Take me,” she whispered.

In an instant, he had slipped the end of the belt through the buckle and caught her wrists in the resulting loop. She felt the leather begin to bite into her skin as he pulled her arms above her head and a further tightness as he secured the other end to the metal bedstead. She tugged at the restraints, verifying the stark fact she could not, in fact, work herself free. Terror and arousal swept through her in alternating waves.

Her heart slammed against ribs. Her nipples and her clit throbbed with her pulse. Without being told, she spread her damp thighs. An oceany scent rose from her exposed pussy.

He shrugged off his vest and pushed his trousers down over his hips. Naked, he was even more formidable, his ebony thighs corded with muscle, his sculpted chest and flat belly gleaming like black marble. His erect cock sprang from the wiry thicket of his groin, on the same gigantic scale as the rest of his massive body.

The shaft looked thick as her wrist. Veins meandered along its endless dark length like creepers on a tree branch. The cap was dusky pink, taut, polished flesh that glistened with moisture.

Maddy moaned at the mere thought of that cock invading her. Saliva gathered in her mouth.

“Etienne!” she pleaded, splaying her legs wider in lewd invitation. “Please!”

“Little harlot! Have you no shame?” Even as he chided her, however, the black giant climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs.

She expected ferocity, his power unleashed. She imagined him forcing that awe-inspiring cock deep into her body. Instead, he bent his head and flicked his tongue along the sensitive skin on the inside of her knee.

“Ah…” Pleasure rippled through her, converging on her pussy. He licked again, moving upward, painting her with his cool saliva. She squirmed under his mouth, wanting to feel those thick lips on her aching clit. Gradually, he came closer to her center, yet still he lingered on her thighs, kissing, nibbling, lapping up the juices that spilled from her hungry, empty sex. She arched up, pushing her pelvis towards him. Without effort, without removing his mouth, he forced her back onto the bed.

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

New Release! Babes in Bondage (Vegas Babes #5) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #kink #bdsm #bondage

Babes In BondageBlurb

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue.  With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes.  A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick… If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

Buy Links

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Amazon US –  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZNSS576

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZNSS576

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Add on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48643050-babes-in-bondage

*****

X-rated Excerpt – Barely Kinky

“Oof!” Intent on his mobile, he’d run straight into a woman hurrying in the other direction. “Oh! I’m sorry!” he stammered, looking up at the tall figure in front of him. “I should have been watching—Rosa!”

The elegant creature blocking his way gave him a warm smile. “Hello, hombre! I am surprised to see you here.” She gestured at the outrageous costumes and toy booths with a graceful hand. “This doesn’t seem like your sort of scene.” In a black latex mini-skirt and red satin bustier, Rosa herself looked perfectly at home among the Fair’s attendees. Her tightly-laced top emphasized the deep valley between her breasts. The scarlet fabric gleamed against her dusky skin, barely concealing her nipples. Her shapely legs looked a yard long.

Ted’s cock thickened inside his work trousers. Rosa never failed to have that effect on him, no matter how hard he tried to resist his attraction to the gorgeous she-male.

“Um—I’m meeting Annie,” he began, well-aware that Rosa had noted the bulge growing in his crotch. “Ah—what about you?”

Rosa gave a throaty laugh. “I’m working,” she said. “Peaches suggested I might find some new ideas for our dancers—costumes, props, that sort of thing.” She ran her hands over her own curves in a deliberately lascivious way.

Ted stifled a groan as his swollen dick strained against his zipper. He wondered if he could slip away to the men’s for a quick wank.

“I’m having a lot fun, though,” the stripper continued. “I like a good spanking as much as the next girl. Speaking of which, they’re just starting a new demo. Come on!”

Without waiting for Ted’s reply, Rosa grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stage. Since that had been his destination anyway, he didn’t resist.

He smashed into her well-padded body again when she stopped short and pointed to the figure on the platform. “Madre de Dios! That’s Ms. Giulia!”

Sure enough, Ted recognized the middle-aged woman on stage as the manager of The Fox’s Den. Based on her interactions with the staff she supervised, Ted had concluded she was rather strict and bossy. Now, however, she was clearly in submissive mode, a dreamy expression on her strong Italian features as the dominant wrapped her in artistic layers of rope. Though her fleshy thighs and muscular calves were concealed by her fitted pants, on top she wore only a black bra. Even from a distance, Ted couldn’t help noticing the rigid points of her nipples distorting that thin garment.

His cock was like granite. He didn’t think he could get any harder. Another minute and he’d explode in his pants.

Then he gasped, as Rosa dragged her fingertips along the line of his fly. “She is quite sexy, no? Especially for a woman her age.”

“Rosa, don’t!” He tried without success to bat her hand away.

“She makes you hot, hombre. Hot and hard.” To his horror, the lithe dancer sank into a crouch and tugged at his zipper.

“No! Stop!” he hissed. He whipped his head around, frantically seeking a glimpse of his wife’s ginger curls, as if Annie could save him from this predatory beauty.

“Or is it me?” Rosa teased, managing to free his engorged dick. Her tongue flicked out, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. “Am I the reason you’re so excited?”

“Please, don’t…oooh!”  Ted’s protests faded as Rosa’s warm mouth engulfed his rigid penis. She slithered her tongue along his shaft, making him squirm, then turned on the suction and pulled him deeper.

God, that felt — hell, he didn’t have the words to describe it. Any thought of resistance vanished. He jerked his hips, driving his rod down her throat. Unfazed, Rosa swallowed and sucked harder. The sensation of her muscles working around his cockhead nearly pushed him over the edge. Before he could explode, though, she backed off, making a tight ring of her lips and sliding them over his taut flesh. She planted a kiss on the drooling tip.  Then she plunged down once more, taking him to the very root.

Ted’s balls tightened inside his briefs. He was a hair’s breadth away from shooting his wad. He wove his fingers into Rosa’s curly black hair. Taking control of the action, he fucked her eager mouth, each stroke dragging him closer to the point of no return. The Latin tart egged him on, with wicked little licks and nips.

In, out, in, out — his aching cock, bathed in her heat and wetness, was his only reality. He had a dim awareness of applause, which reminded him, briefly, that this blow job was essentially public. Rosa grazed his shaft with her teeth and he immediately forgot.

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

New Release: Eyes Wide Open #menage #threesome #mmf #bdsm

Hi folks,

I’m delighted to announce the (re)release of Eyes Wide Open, my MMF BDSM erotic romance novel. I recently got the rights back and have given the book a new lick of paint and a re-edit.

Here’s what it’s all about:

A chance meeting opens Fiona’s eyes to some very sexy possibilities.

Recent graduate Fiona Gillespie is stuck working in a grimy pub in London’s East End, and living in a horrid flat. It’s only while she figures out what she wants to do career-wise, but that’s easier said than done.

When she sees an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. Determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role—and it comes with accommodation included.

Her job and living situation sorted, things are on the up. Unfortunately, her personal life is lacklustre. It doesn’t bother her, though—not until she meets businessmen James and Logan, and her head is well and truly turned.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor hotel suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Her imagination runs wild, but not wild enough to get to the truth—James and Logan are a couple, and they’re into some seriously intriguing activities.

Fascinated, she launches herself into a whole new world with the two men. But is this just physical, or is their arrangement set to become something more?

Note: Eyes Wide Open has been previously published. This version has been re-edited.

Grab your copy here:

eBook:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble
Eden Books
Google Books
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords

Print:
Amazon UK
Amazon US

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

Coming Soon – Eyes Wide Open #menage #threesome #bdsm #romance

Hi folks,

I’m delighted to announce that my MMF BDSM erotic romance novel, Eyes Wide Open, has had a new lick of paint and a revamp! I will be republishing this updated and re-edited book on 12th September, and it’s available for pre-order at most retailers now (still waiting for some retailers to get it live!).

Here’s what it’s all about:

A chance meeting opens Fiona’s eyes to some very sexy possibilities.

Recent graduate Fiona Gillespie is stuck working in a grimy pub in London’s East End, and living in a horrid flat. It’s only while she figures out what she wants to do career-wise, but that’s easier said than done.

When she sees an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. Determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role—and it comes with accommodation included.

Her job and living situation sorted, things are on the up. Unfortunately, her personal life is lacklustre. It doesn’t bother her, though—not until she meets businessmen James and Logan, and her head is well and truly turned.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor hotel suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Her imagination runs wild, but not wild enough to get to the truth—James and Logan are a couple, and they’re into some seriously intriguing activities.

Fascinated, she launches herself into a whole new world with the two men. But is this just physical, or is their arrangement set to become something more?

Pre-order yours now:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Amazon AU
Amazon CA
Barnes & Noble (waiting)
Eden Books
Google Books (waiting)
iBooks UK
iBooks US
Kobo
Smashwords

Happy Reading!

Lucy x