Ménage
&
More Book
3
Series
Blurb:
Magic
has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter
From Crud to Stud is the makeover
service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they
can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good
fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among
others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for
weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in
anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These
ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not
all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys
aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.
Mastering
the Beast Blurb:
Surrendering
is the only option she desires...
No
one believes that under the tough attitude and schoolgirl fashion
sense, reformed demon Zoe burns for a man, love and sex. She keeps
those urges on ice and well hidden. She sold her soul for a guy once,
and all it got her was a one-way ticket to Hell.
Her
job, keeping supernatural creatures in line at From Crud to Stud, is
all work and no play. Until she’s saddled with a trio of new
enforcers who ooze so much sexual heat she’s afraid to be on the
same planet with them.
Stefin,
Anatol, and Taro try to contain their laughter as their adorable new
boss tries to lay down the law. Apparently, no one told her they
don’t take orders. They give them. And they’re determined to
smooth her rough edges and tame her beast with acts so wanton they’ll
make her scream—for more.
Talk
about all hell breaking loose. Surrender won’t come easily, but
given their devilish charm and her aching need, her journey to
submission is one done deal.
Warning:
Contains
an unholy trio of demons who don’t like to take turns. Break
room…snacking. After-hours…training sessions. In other words, a
sensual ride on the pleasure express. Features m/f/m/m sex in every
flavor except vanilla. Bring. It. On.
Excerpt
Footfalls
rang in the hall.
Three
guys strode into Becca’s office, their movements fluid and assured.
Each looked thirty or so, in mortal years, and had dressed in black,
their shirts silk, their boots and pants elegant, like bouncers wear
at an elite club.
No
one was dancing in here, especially Zoe.
A
faint sulfur scent emanated from the unholy trio. Flames flared
briefly in their eyes.
Demons.
The trouble she’d sensed earlier.
She
froze, too stunned to move or speak.
The
guy in the middle was easily six-three and nicely muscular, his blond
hair shoulder-length. His rough good looks, bronze complexion and
stubble put the va-va-voom in virile. Sin filled his light gray eyes,
his mood dangerous and predatory.
Her
belly fluttered.
He
winked.
Disquiet
and lust rolled through Zoe. Her legs went watery.
The
guy on the right proved equally tall and powerfully built. Beautiful,
he had rich-chocolate skin, dark eyes and long hair worn in
dreadlocks.
Those
babies would feel awesome gliding across her naked boobs and
thighs—until he screwed her over like every other male had done.
She
steeled herself against his allure.
He
smiled.
A
freaking dimple dented his right cheek, his grin an unusual
combination of boyish mischief and raw sensuality.
Her
pussy creamed.
Hot
didn’t begin to describe the last guy’s masculine features,
deep-blue eyes and thick auburn hair. Those wavy locks trailed past
his ears and curled on his neck. His stubble called to everything
female within Zoe, as did his height, big body and the assured way he
regarded her.
The
guys’ enticing sulfur odor enhanced their musky scents, making the
mixture wanton and unashamed. Their impressive cocks pushed against
their flies.
She
bet each of their rods jutted from blond, black or auburn curls.
The
room spun.
“Guys.”
Becca lifted her reddish eyebrows. “This is Zoe.”
The
introduction seemed to come from far away, Becca’s voice muted by
the ringing in Zoe’s ears. She tried to respond but only managed an
odd noise, part grunt, mostly a groan.
Becca
edged closer. “Zoe, this is Anatol.” She gestured to the black
hunk with the dimple. “Stefin.” The blond god in the middle
winked again. “And Taro.” The blue-eyed hottie regarded her
intensely. “They’re our new enforcers.”
Each
looked in charge already, their stances saying they wouldn’t budge
one damn inch for anyone, especially a female demon.
Becca
offered a nervous smile. “You’ll be working with them from now
on.”
Working
with or for, as in taking orders, yearning helplessly then losing out
as she had with the last man in her life?
Like
hell.
About
the Author
Tina
is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes
romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional
publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic
Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three
of her
erotic
novels
were
Readers'
Choice
Award
winners.
Another
three were
named
finalists
in the
EPIC
competition.
One of
her erotic
contemporary
romances
was chosen
Book of
the Year
at the
French
review site
Blue Moon
reviews.
The Golden
Nib Award
at Miz
Love Loves
Books was
created
specifically
for one
of her
erotic
romances.
Two of
her titles
received an
Award of
Merit in
the RWA
Holt
Medallion
competition. Another two
won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is
featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before
penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company
in Story Direction.
2 comments:
Fantastic cover, Tina!
Nothing like a trio of demons to keep a girl busy...
Thanks, Lisabet - I love it. The artist did an awesome job. No kidding about 3 hot demons. They'll definitely keep Zoe hopping. Thanks for hosting me today! :)
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