Secret of the Wolf

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Each man harbors his own secrets. Will this cost them their lives?

 

Trey lives a double life. By night, he’s lovers with a wolf shifter in his dreams. By day, he pines after Jovan, who Trey has a massive crush on.

 

When he and Jovan finally become lovers, day becomes night and Trey's perfectly balanced world comes crashing down.

 

Who is the man Trey catches kissing Jovan? How is the wolf shifter involved in this? What sinister force lives in the woods?

 

Trey is caught in evil’s grasp. Will he escape... or won't he?

 

 

Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and male/male sexual acts, including anal sex and ménage a trois (m/m/m).

 

25,274 words
 

 

Excerpt:

 

Secret of the Wolf

Sienna Matthews

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Jovan took his arm and urged him into a brisk walk. “You can’t just stop like that; your heart needs time to wind down.” He slid his hand down Trey’s arm and entwined their fingers.

 

Trey’s galloping heart speeded up again, and it was all due to the warmth of Jovan’s hand in his, the heat of his body pressed against his. They’d held hands before, but their fingers had never been interlaced nor palm to palm. The darkening sky thickened the atmosphere of intimacy building between them.

 

Despite his best efforts, he winced when Jovan squeezed his hand.

 

“What’s the matter?” Jovan immediately stopped and examined Trey’s reddened hand. “I knew something like this would happen.” His tone was angry, but the fingers caressing the welts on Trey’s hands were soft and gentle. “I don’t know what your fool of a father is thinking, sending you to the smithy when you’re already earning your keep with sales from your cakes and cookies.”

 

“Baking is for girls,” Trey repeated in his father’s growl, bitterness lacing the words. “He said I’m a man, so I should learn about iron and metal, not flour and eggs.” He glanced at his hands.

 

“Like I said, he’s a fool.” Jovan reached into his pocket and brought out a small tube.

 

“What’s that?” Trey asked, curious.

 

“Something for you.” Jovan removed the stopper and slipped it back into his pocket. “Hold out your hand.”

 

Cream. Even as Jovan squeezed and a transparent blob spurted out, Trey knew the ointment was for his wounds. Something shifted within him. No one since his mother had taken care of him like this.

Threesome Play



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Series: Threesome series
Previous Book: Threesome Interlude
Next Book: Threesome for Keeps (coming soon)

When opportunity comes, grab it. Or them.

Cara Wilson just wants what her best friend has—a good man to love and who loves her back, and maybe the occasional threesome with another man for some excitement in the bedroom.

When two gorgeous hunks move in next door, her chance has come! The hot sex that follows a sweaty car wash proves she's got it in hand (and mouth and…) What can go wrong?

Everything.

Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, male/male sexual acts, anal sex and ménage a trois (m/f/m and m/m/f).

Note: Can be read as stand alone

Release Date: September 2, 2012

Formats Available: Kindle

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance, GLBT, Menage a Trois

Amazon ASIN: B00957KYNC

Word Count: 14,175 words

Excerpt:

"Want me…?" Kyle gestured toward Max's tent pole.

Max shook his head. "Let's finish washing the car, then we can go in and play in earnest."

"You should've said so earlier," Kyle complained, drawing up his shorts and boxers in one go. "I would've washed faster."

"Not that you did a lot," Max said drily, pointedly looking at the unsoaped parts, which were all on Kyle's half of the car.

"I did say those neighborhood kids would be handy," Kyle muttered, picking up his sponge from the floor—he didn't even remember dropping it—and swiping at the car as he went back. "Especially that hot blonde next door."

"Hot blonde?" Max's brows were raised. "Would she be giving the car or you a hand?"

Kyle grinned, unrepentant. "I'd prefer her mouth, or her tight, wet sheath."

"I wouldn't know about tight or wet, but she is hot," Max remarked.

Kyle grinned even wider as he applied himself to the car, his mind happily occupied with thoughts of long, tanned legs, a tiny waist and generous breasts that would fill his hands. Now, if only said hot blonde would sashay her sweet ass over to their place, Kyle's day would be complete.

Thank goodness he and Max share the same tastes in women.

"Hey," a female voice called from the direction of the gate. "Need any help?"

Kyle's ears registered Max's wolf whistle, but his eyes could barely take in the sight. It was Hot Blonde.

Someone up there was listening to him.

Up close, Hot Blonde was way hotter. Her long, tanned legs seemed longer, but that could be because of the short shorts she was wearing, shorts that were frayed at the hem and that emphasized her slim thighs and legs. A delicious expanse of tanned midriff was exposed by the light polo shirt she was wearing, the ends of which she'd tied under her breasts. Was she tanned all over? Did she sunbathe in the nude?

Wild thoughts tangled up his tongue, and that was before he lifted his gaze further and zoomed in on her face. The symmetry of her features lent her a pretty look, but it was her bright, blue eyes that dominated her face. They bored into his own green ones, slamming into him with their intelligence and directness.

"I thought I'd be neighborly and welcome you to town. However, I'm not much of a cook, so instead of bringing a casserole, I decided to offer my services." White teeth flashed. "I'm pretty good with…"—Did he imagine the slight pause that was somehow filled with innuendo? Or was that only him?—"…my hands."