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For a lot of people, this time of year is exciting, but stressful. The hustle and bustle of the holiday season is in full swing and we are all trying to what we can to make sure Santa brings us what we and our loved ones want. Sometimes we do need to step outside of the chaos and just take a few minutes to collect ourselves and do something that will relax us. That’s where Molly Ann Wishlade’s new release, Mistletoe Ménage,can help. You deserve to kick your feet up and enjoy this hot romance! Yes, you do!
It is 1816. Anne Blackburn is a voluptuous thirty-two year old widow. Due to her family inheritance and the fortune left to her by her husband, she is a wealthy woman, and she moves in the social circles of London’s upper class.
Anne has sworn never to marry again. However, she cannot help yearning to find out more about the pleasures of the flesh. Her deceased husband was more father than lover but she has felt passion once—before she married over six years ago.
Edward Moore loved Anne and proposed to her but when he left London to seek his father’s blessing, Anne was approached by Lord Moore’s lawyer who told her to forget Edward. If she refused, Edward would be disinherited. When Alfred Blackburn asked for her hand in marriage, Ann accepted to set Edward free.
Now there is an artist in London with a mysterious patron. Mr. Guy Harper provides the ladies he paints with certain erotic extras. When Anne commissions a portrait from him, she gets more than she could have imagined in her wildest dreams.
But will her mistletoe ménage become a painful humiliation or the stepping stone into her very own happy ever after?
“Where have you been?” Edward snapped as he sprang to his feet.
Guy laid his hat and jacket on the chair on top of Edward’s then offered a conciliatory smile. “I have begun to seduce her, as you wished.”
Edward stared at the younger man. His face was flushed and beautiful with youth and happiness, and his eyes sparkled silver-blue like the snow under the crisp winter sun. He reached out and caressed Guy’s cheek, rasping his thumbnail against the stubble on Guy’s skin.
“How was she?”
Guy glanced at his feet and cleared his throat.
“Guy?” Edward’s heart pounded hard beneath his white cotton shirt as an idea began to unfurl in his mind. “Guy?”
The artist met his gaze and smiled. “She is…as you described. Beautiful, cultured, well-mannered. Though she was also…”
“Tell me!” Edward was surprised at his own tone. He had sent Guy out to Anne, knowing she was a widow now. She had been widowed eighteen months, in fact, but he’d been abroad when her husband had passed, and only returned six months since with Guy in his employ. As a widow, previously married to a much older man, Edward hoped she would now be ripe for the picking. All his memories of Anne were of a tender, voluptuous, sensual woman ready for marriage and mating. He had held back from taking her during their courtship in spite of his burning desire to make her his as soon as possible. He had been prepared to wait until they were safely wed before he bedded her, but then she had given herself to another. A fat, greasy businessman who was surely no match for her elegance and beauty. Yes, it was true that she had no family name to match his own, but he had not cared a jot for that. After seeing his parents’ loveless marriage, Edward had harbored no intentions of marrying for money and social connections. Perhaps he had been a romantic, a dreamer, a fool. Yes…he had been a fool because he had believed that she loved him as much as he loved her. She had broken his heart in two.
As he would hers. With Guy’s assistance.
“I went to her home as agreed, Edward. It didn’t take much to encourage her to allow me to sketch her.” Guy didn’t finish his sentence but Edward knew what he meant. Anne had allowed the artist to see her naked, in all her milky-white-skinned beauty as he had longed to do. Well, he would see her thus. And soon. But it might take one or two more visits from Guy first.
“But you did not…”
Guy shook his head. “No I did not take her fully. I kissed her and caressed her and tasted her. She really has the sweetest flavor, like honey-cake and madeira wine.” Guy licked his lips and Edward pulled him into his arms and kissed him hard. He pressed his tongue between Guy’s teeth and plundered the younger man’s mouth, desperate to find some trace of Anne. Guy responded to him, running his hands down over Edward’s behind, and squeezing his firm cheeks until Edward knew that they’d continue this until they were both spent.
Edward pulled away and stared into Guy’s eyes. “Will she surrender? Do you really believe she will?”
Something flashed across Guy’s face and Edward wondered at it for a moment. Was it guilt? Regret?
“I believe that she will, Edward. I truly believe that. She is lonely and needy. I don’t think she has been loved as a woman should. She is not like the others.” His golden eyebrows met above his aquiline nose as he frowned. “They are grasping, clawing, and it’s all about them. But Anne Blackburn, she responded so sweetly and so tenderly that it was hard to leave her. The others I could not wait to escape from once I had attended to their needs but with Anne…”
Edward swallowed hard. He could see in Guy that same affection growing for Anne that he had once felt. Was it because Guy was his lover and they were in some way similar in their tastes? Guy did not usually lust after women. He had lain with women of the ton for Edward’s sake so that his plan would work, but when they took a woman together it was Edward who desired the female presence most. Guy just seemed to go through the experience to please his patron. So Edward was surprised that Guy actually seemed to be attracted to Anne. Yet he should not be, because she truly was beautiful in an innocent yet worldly way. She was a walking oxymoron of naïve experience and virtuous passion—a spring waiting to be tapped like the one in Bath which offered restorative properties and improved health to those who drank from it. Would Edward’s mind and body improve under Anne’s tender ministrations? Lord knew that he had not been right since he lost her. He had never again experienced that same joy and hope that she had given him during their brief courtship. And though he knew that he wanted to hurt her, he also knew that a life without her in it would be a dull life indeed. But crush her he would to avenge himself for the way she had torn his heart and life to shreds.
“Undress, Guy.” Edward pulled off his own clothes and watched as his lover did the same. When they were both naked, Edward pulled Guy to him and kissed him again, this time more tenderly than before. Guy ground his hips into Edward so that their erections met and their mutual arousal intensified.
Edward reached around his lover and slipped his finger between the artist’s tight buttocks, sliding it into the tight heat that he longed to penetrate with his cock. Guy gasped against Edward’s mouth. “Let me suck you first.”
“Yes.” Edward allowed Guy to lower him to the bed, then he surrendered to the hot mouth and tongue of his lover, his pleasure all the sweeter because he knew that the very same lips had so recently caressed the woman he loved.
MOLLY ANN’S BIO:
Molly Ann Wishlade has always been an avid reader and writer of stories. She regularly indulges her love of romance and passion by getting lost in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists. When not reading, she’s busy with her current WIP, usually her next highly erotic tale about sexy and saucy cowboys and their lady loves – and sometimes their gorgeous male lovers too.
She wants to take readers on the rollercoaster that is life through the creation of vivid characters, relationships and worlds. She loves to hear from readers.
It’s been a while since Tamsin Baker has been to the Spicy Butterfly Garden, but she is no stranger here. Today, she brings us her Evernight Publishing novella, FIrst Bite. If you haven’t guessed from the title, it involves one of my favorite paranormal-type species – VAMPIRES. Welcome back and congratulations, Tamsin! 🙂
Can two possessive and passionate vampire’s make a relationship work with the one human they are both destined to love?
Benedict’s boring existence as a London gentleman is called into question the night he meets Lina, the madame of a local brothel. Under her dominance he finds pleasure so sweet he is hungry for more, but he is not the only one with an appetite to fill.
Lina entices the beautiful Benedict into her dungeon only to discover that he is her blood mate. Fear fills her as she enters the unknown, yet the lure of perfect bliss is too much.
Antony, Lina’s long time friend and lover finds Lina and Benedict and cannot help joining in the sexual bliss. Disaster strikes for the tortured hero when he too learns he is Benedict’s blood mate. He must face a past that still devastates him and find a way to make their ménage work.
Lina focused on pushing her hunger for Benedict’s blood down to a less rampant level. She wanted to play with her prey for a little while first.
“Walk over to the wooden step to your left.”
Benedict turned his head and located the piece of equipment she was talking about. She sensed his fear inching up a notch but he did what she said.
Lina watched him move, feeling his emotions as though they were her own. He was naturally confident, strong and sure of himself. She would make him submit to her and in it he would find the greatest pleasure.
“Lay across the bench. Reach over as far down as you can.”
His eyes flashed a little, mutiny gathering in their yellow flecks.
“Lina, I’m not going to…”
“You will do as I tell you to, Benedict.” She placed a soft blanket over the wood to protect his pelvis, then she pointed at the bench expectantly. She could make him, she was far stronger, but this type of pleasure had to be accepted willingly, there was no other way.
“Will you hurt me?”
She flashed him a smile no one had ever resisted.
“Yes, but I will not harm you. If you yell stop, I’ll stop.”
His eyes narrowed as he replayed her words. She held his gaze, then pointed again.
He sighed but lay over the wood, his buttocks high, round and firm.
Lina groaned at the sight. What a magnificent specimen of a human male.
She knelt on the floor quickly to tie his ankles and wrists to the four separate legs of the bench, spreading him wide. Lina then stood and removed the annoying barriers of her dress, chemise and shoes.
Clad only in her garter belt and silk stockings, she pressed herself against Benedict’s ass, her wet pussy aching for release.
“Fuck…Lina!” Benedict struggled against his bonds, too strong for a mere human to break free from.
“Such a nice ass you have, Benedict and not a mark on it. Would you like me to spank you?”
He was silent as she reached between his legs and cupped the heavy sac.
The teasing tone of his response made her smile. She loved his cheekiness.
She controlled her swing, and spanked him: twice on his left cheek and four times on the right. He cried out on the last touch, so she leaned forward to kiss the pink skin.
“Did you like that, my pet?”
She ran her hands down the back of his powerful thighs and up his ass once again.
“I don’t know.”
Lina smiled again. An honest response, how pleasantly unusual.
“I need something more.”
Using speed a human couldn’t see, Lina chose a riding crop from the wall and was back before Benedict realized she had gone.
“I think you are a good man, Benedict, but also a very bad boy. Shall I use my riding crop on you?”
Where to Buy “First Bite”:
Tamsin Baker is an Aussie girl who just discovered erotic romance ten months ago. Before that, she would read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the all the naughty bits. Since then, she has written erotic romance and erotica novels of varying length and has had thirty published (so far!). She absolutely loves reading and writing! She has two other jobs, including kids and a hubby too – but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity. M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. Tamsin is learning to write and read more one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance – well that’s her aim anyway!
Where to find Tamsin:
Today, I welcome a regular visitor back to the Spicy Butterfly Garden. Tamsin Baker! She has a new Evernight Publishing release ,Fighting Destiny, which it the first book in the series: The Shifters of the Land, Sea and Air. She’s swung by to tell us about her new series and new release and give us a spicy excerpt to keep us happy until we get our hands on her book! Take it away, Tamsin!
Hello again Jess! Thanks so much for having me on your blog to discuss my new release.
I suppose the first thing to tell you is that I never plot, ever. The plan to write Fighting Destiny, and thus the series, came about like this. “I think I’ll try a shifter book, ménage would be fun. Ok, what animals do I like?” Something along those lines. I got that initial scene of Jeremy having a cigarette in his room thinking about his home and that was it, I started writing. I had originally ‘planned’ to do a MFM ménage book, something different for me, but as the characters developed my boys just wouldn’t stop looking at each other and it turned into MMF. I swear, I tried really hard!
Most people do shifters of only one sort but I thought it would be fun to write about ‘warring’ groups. The land animals, the air animals and those of the sea. Each of my groups are ruled by five elders, with no definite Alpha. There is a legend about that:
“The legend goes that ‘the true Alpha will be strong and he will protect us all.
He will be of pure blood and mated to one of pure blood.’ ”
Which many people qualify for, but you only find out at the end what the last two lines to the prophecy are, and that Chase, my tiger shifter fulfills all of the needs. I love the idea of a reluctant Hero, and a tortured one is even better! You get a little bit of everything in this story and I really hope you enjoy it!
Jeremy left his small hometown ten years ago determined to get away from the female child who he is his predestined mate.
But Natalia, a rare tiger shifter, has been kidnapped and Jeremy chooses to return to help the land shifter pack find her.
What he doesn’t expect when he returns home, is his attraction to Natalia’s boyfriend Tommy and the fact that his tiger mate is still unclaimed.
Jeremy finds himself falling in love with both Tommy and Natalia, yet the rival shifters of the sky seem determined to rip them from him.
Tommy felt every bit of anger and frustration of the past few years boil up inside him. They had been waiting a decade for this big asshole to return from whatever hiatus he had gone on. Now that he was finally back, he was blaming Tommy for not sleeping with Natalia? Tommy’s hands clenched into fists at his side, and without any thought except for the wasted years they had waited, he swung his arm and connected, punching the tiger shifter in the jaw.
He heard a sickening crunch of bone on bone, and his hand throbbed like hell fire, but he continued to glare at the man who was now reeling backwards after Tommy’s blow.
“Me? She’s been waiting for you since she turned sixteen! We both have! Where the fuck have you been?” Tommy panted hard, his heart beating so fast he knew he was going to shift soon. He needed to get clear of the people nearby or he’d hurt someone.
He staggered towards the forest’s edge and pulled off his t-shirt and jeans. Jeremy followed him, his eyes narrowed and nursing his jaw. Fuck my hand hurts!
Tommy felt the heat of the Alpha’s gaze all the way to his throbbing balls, and he shifted, unwilling to deal with Natalia’s predestined mate a moment longer.
Grey fur, four legs, and a tail emerged where his human form used to be. He howled, long and loud. Then he turned his back on his friends and ran.
Dirt beneath his paws, he ducked and weaved through the thick tall trees. He needed to put as much space between him and the tiger as possible.
He couldn’t believe Jeremy was such a dick-head! Drop dead gorgeous, yes, but arrogant and unkind. Who was he to blame Tommy for not claiming Natalia?
He and Natalia had discussed it years ago. She wanted to wait for Jeremy to come home before she decided. Natalia had admitted to Tommy that she wanted both of them as mates, and if Jeremy would agree then she would bind herself to both of them.
But would Jeremy agree to sharing her with him? And what would Jeremy think about Tommy’s unnatural attraction to him?
Tommy ran, anger and confusion beating against him hard. He had a chance of outrunning Jeremy, but he was unable to escape the true despair chasing him.
Sensing movement behind him and not wanting to stop, he pushed himself harder. He knew who was coming.
A deep growl sounded behind him, and he whirled to face the tiger that landed on the dirt in front of him.
He was magnificent. Huge, bright orange and black with razor sharp white teeth.
Tommy snapped his jaws at the man that could be his Alpha and turned, ready to run. He couldn’t stay and fight an animal five times his size. But instead of running away as he wanted to do, he was soon flipped onto his back and pinned to the ground.
Jeremy growled down at him, his silver eyes intense and powerful. Tommy whimpered feeling helpless and unfairly attacked.
Jeremy locked his jaw around Tommy’s neck in the ultimate sign of dominance, and Tommy let go of his wolf, shifting back to human.
Jeremy must have felt the change because he also shifted, and their fur disappeared.
Now Tommy was staring up into the glittering blue eyes of a naked Jeremy, still pinning him to the ground. He was burning hot even against Tommy’s own heated skin, his huge muscles bulging beneath his smooth skin.
Tommy’s cock hardened and lengthened as he attempted to get up but was pinned back down by the man he hoped to share a mate with.
“Let me up.” He grunted and twisted, but Jeremy just held him as though it were no effort at all.
Tommy arched his back and screamed out, but nothing changed. Jeremy grabbed his wrists and held them tighter. Panic began to swim through him.
“It’s not my fault.” He panted as he thrashed his head from side to side. Tommy was frantic in his arousal now. What would Jeremy think when he felt it? He was fully hard now, so there was no way of hiding it.
Jeremy dropped his head and bit into his neck, the move carnal as well as dominant.
Tommy shuddered and worked to slow his breathing down. Jeremy didn’t lift his head, just whispered into Tommy’s ear.
“I know, and I’m sorry. We’ll find her together.”
Tears formed at the back of Tommy’s eyes, and he blinked them away. There was the man he wanted. Fuck! He wanted to keep on hating Jeremy! It made things so much easier.