Menage Romance Fan's Choice Awards

Today I'm pleased to welcome to my blog Mary, from Mary's Naughty Whispers. She is an avid reader and reviewer of menage romances and she's here to tell us a bit about why she LOVES menage, and about her first ever Fan's Choice Awards where fans can nominate their favourite erotic menage stories.

Why do you love ménage romance so much?

It is easy and difficult to explain. You like blue. I like red. Why is your favorite color blue and me red. It appeals to us. We are attracted somehow.

That is the same with ménage romances. I love to fall in love with multiple characters because each one brings something that the other does not. If I read a MF story, the male character must have all the qualities that I love in a male character. In a ménage, they can share those qualities and each male can have more imperfections, therefore more interesting. I love complexity. I love to discover a character layer after layer and when the romance has multiple men, I enjoy it very much.

Long ago the strongest male could win the female. But for me it is way hotter to think that nobody will stand down and they all want the female and finally compromise by sharing her.

Love is a muscle. There is no limit. Only our bigot society thinks that ménage à trois or polyamory is wrong... The funny part in all that is that it was certainly not wrong in the old testament to have one male and a bunch of women from puberty to grandma to please him eh? pretty hypocrites don't you think? Thinking that some countries still have harem with the same pattern.

Do you have a favorite combination (e.g. mfm, mmf, mmff, etc)?

one woman. multiple men.

I do not prefer the combination mmf or mfm or mfmmm+

However, I know what I prefer in each one. Like mmf, equality all around love and sex. mfm, I prefer the guys to compromise instead of "since early age they knew they would share the same woman". mfmmm+ touchy because i require equality and I rarely get it but when I have it is my cherry on top of my cheese cake.... delicious!

What's your biggest pet peeve in menage stories?

a whining virgin 25ish woman that keep saying "ooooo noooo what would my parents/friends think about me if I accept to be part of a ménage"... while she has two penises inside of her... or crude cavemen guys that use the woman like a toy and spank her when she dare to think differently. I like my men dominant but respectful of their woman.

I sure have a couple more! lol

What made you decide to host a Fan's Choice Awards?

Thank you for asking me. Nobody did before! lol

I noticed early on that it existed a huge fan base for MF and MM but not much for ménage. I am all for equality you know (lol). I saw some Fan's Choice Awards and sometimes the ménage category was not even represented!

I decided it was fun to put some spotlights on my beloved ménage authors that I read exclusively since 2007. They gave/give me so much fun to read them that it is my way to return the favor. Unfortunately, I made a rule that I cannot nominate and vote any but I do my damn best to make this Fan's Choice Awards a success.

I am amazed so far by the responses, support and sponsors... like you, Michelle. Thank you so much for your support! :)

Can you outline the procedures for people who want to nominate their favorite books?

Very easy!

1. they select their favorite ménage romances published in 2012. Author + Book

2. Jan 5-31: they nominate their favorite in each category (one entry per category). Use this FORM

3. Feb 1: I will pick the top 5 most nominated per category and announce the nominees

4. Feb 2-28: time to vote for the nominees (one vote per person per category). This will be a poll.

5. March 1: authors nominated and winners will be announced

If a reader nominated a winner, he/she will be eligible to win prizes, generously provided by incredible sponsors (ebooks, paperbacks, autographs, gift certificates, etc). (authors will get exposure instead of prizes).

So the more nominations for the same author and book in the same category, the better chances to make her a nominee!!! However, people get to nominate and vote once per category.

So far every single category has nominee! To nominate, click on the logo below:

Sinful Sunday with Sage Marlowe

Today's guest is the hot, sexy, and talented, Sage Marlowe with some thoughts on the benefits of sin! Because let's face it, being naughty can be oh, so nice!

Hello and welcome visitors of Michelle’s blog. My name is Sage Marlowe, I’m a multi-published author of MM erotic romance and delighted to be here today.

Michelle’s Sinful Sundays are a new feature and I’m thrilled to be one of the first guests. Being the first, or one of the firsts, has its merits as there’s not much comparison, but it’s also hard because the range of possibilities is wider. Anyway, the theme is sin. Sigh. I meant to write something thoughtful, witty and funny on the topic but, when I started my research, I realised it would have to be all about the religious background because, let's face it, sin is a religious concept. Unfortunately getting Sage started on any topic that involves religion and especially on what is considered bad or wrong in the biblical sense  is never a good thing, so instead of risking to scare you off with a glorious rant, I'd rather entertain you with the good aspects of sin. 

"What, there are good aspects to sin?" I hear you ask. Well, yes. The aspects where the sinning consists of doing something that is enjoyable and not hurtful to anyone, but which is commonly considered naughty or bad, like, for instance, stealing. Sex without the purpose of reproduction. Sex before marriage. Homosexuality. Yep, all considered sins, but fortunately at least a part of our society has moved beyond that. 

All those elements are included in my new series, Romeo & Julian about an FBI agent and the cat burglar he’s chasing, so I hope that the following saucy excerpt from A Thief on Christmas Eve (Romeo & Julian 1) won’t evoke negative feelings. It might make you feel sinfully naughty, but hey, that’s good, isn’t it?

Want to find Sage? Check it out!

Sage’s website & blog: www.sage-marlowe.com

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e-mail: marlowe.sage@yahoo.co.uk

Twitter: @SageMarlowe

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A Thief on Christmas Eve (Romeo & Julian 1) by Sage Marlowe

MM erotic romance / action / suspense

Buy link: www.bookstrand.com/a-thief-on-christmas-eve

Blurb:

When it comes to slick art thief Romeo, FBI agent Julian Harris has to realize that sometimes, to catch a thief is just the beginning.

When FBI special agent Julian Harris finally corners art thief and cat-burglar Romeo he's planning to put the man first in handcuffs and then behind bars. Instead, he finds himself first trapped in a house in the mountains by a blizzard and then captivated by Romeo's irresistible charm. One thing leads to another and after a night spent together, Julian wakes up alone with his pride bruised and his heart stolen.

Almost a year later, a twist of fate brings them back together and their mutual attraction sparks up again instantly but events take on a dynamic that could have at least one of them wind up dead. Blackmailed into a precarious break-in, Romeo has to choose between Julian's life and his own safety while all the time, there are two questions on Julian's mind: Who is this slick and sexy thief really and where does his true loyalty lie?

Adult excerpt (R)

Julian couldn’t remember ever having felt so nervous walking into a bedroom as he did just now, following Romeo. It wasn’t just anticipation and the sizzle of arousal he experienced at watching Romeo in motion, at seeing the shapely, firm buttocks in front of him shift and flex underneath their cover of tight-fitted slacks. It was far more than an illicit indulgence.

He stood to lose a lot by this. His career and reputation, potentially. He was well aware of that, and yet he couldn’t seem to make himself stop. The chances of getting caught were practically non-existent and yet—Who was he kidding? In those magically charged minutes leading up to their big moment of intimacy, Julian would’ve risked everything to be with Romeo. He was lost, powerless in the face of the temptation Romeo presented to him, and he couldn’t seem to resist the whirlwind of emotions the man stirred inside him anymore than the snow outside could resist the fierce storm that whipped it around.

Romeo had stopped in front of him. Between him and the bed. Julian swallowed, nervous. Maybe Romeo was a little nervous, too, because he hesitated for a few seconds before turning around. He was just an inch or two shorter than Julian, and had to tilt his head up slightly to be able to look him in the eyes. It was almost too dark to be able to read their expression, but Julian could have sworn that the emotions in them were genuine. Arousal, excitement, anticipation. The same emotions that were leaving him with a flurry feeling in his belly. But there was something else, too. Something he never would have expected to see in the eyes of this cool, slick criminal. Awe. Fear. Romeo’s bottom lip trembled. Could it be that in this moment, he was as insecure as Julian was?

Strangely, Romeo’s sudden reluctance and vulnerability made Julian only more determined to have him. Romeo was stripped of his haughty superiority for once and he surrendered on a purely emotional level. Leaning in, Julian kissed him, and just like that, the spell was broken.

Romeo responded to the kiss with the unconcealed hunger of a starving man. They caressed, licked, teased, sliding their tongues together as they reacquainted themselves with all the shapes and peculiarities they had only just gotten to know a few minutes earlier. It was impossible to tell who had taken the next step, but suddenly, they were on the bed. Julian would have liked to keep up the pretence Romeo had built with his words but he forced himself to pick up the handcuff that was dangling loosely from Romeo’s arm. Its twin was still locked around Romeo’s wrist and for a few agonizing heartbeats, Julian feared that Romeo would fight him. But Romeo just glanced up at him with a tender expression in his eyes and raised his arm above his head.

A faint smile curled his lips when he said, “Not that I mind a little bondage, but you might want to take off my sweater first.”

“Oh. Right.”

Julian reached down and, sliding his hands underneath the black cashmere, he pushed it up over Romeo’s belly, shoulders and head. There was a second layer of thermal underwear to remove, then Julian was staring at one of the best-shaped, smoothest-skinned male stomachs he had ever seen. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and licked a long line upward from just above Romeo’s waist across his muscular chest and his neck, over his chin and all the way to his mouth. They kissed again, and the air around them was sizzling with pent-up arousal, but Julian managed to cling on to his self-control and reached for the handcuff again.

This time he didn’t falter. He clicked it shut around the sturdy metal rail on the bed’s headboard, distractedly taking in the fortunate coincidence that the bed had a sturdy metal rail on its headboard, then he pulled his hand back and cupped Romeo’s cheek with it.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered and gently took the tip of Romeo’s chin between his teeth.

“Just…oh, fuck me,” Romeo gasped. His voice had gone tight and he was staring up at Julian from underneath half-closed eyelids. Tilting his hips, he rubbed the hard bump at his groin against Julian’s thigh in the unmistakable search for friction. He seemed desperate, and Julian was only too happy to help ease his pressure.

He shifted down on the bed and undid Romeo’s fly, brushing a quick kiss on the tip of the swollen cock that sprang free, then he pulled the slacks over Romeo’s narrow hips and down his long, lean-muscled legs.

Romeo was breathtaking. He had the slender, graceful build of a ballet dancer and the need to have him, to explore every inch of this wonderful body, became overwhelming. Trailing his hand up one leg, Julian followed the curve of muscle to between Romeo’s thighs, then nudged them apart. He let his fingers wander higher, to that tempting, warm cleft but resisted the urge to dip into it. He’d do that later. First, he wanted to give Romeo’s eager cock some attention.

Leaning down, he kissed the tip once more. A drop of pre-cum moistened his lips and he gathered it with his tongue, savoring his lover’s unique, salty flavor. He drew a teasing circle around the slit then opened his mouth a little further, pursed his lips and brushed their moist inside to that highly sensitive patch of skin. Romeo let out a long groan as Julian started to suckle his dick gently. He tried to push up, but Julian stopped him with a hand to his stomach. Romeo let out another groan, more frustrated this time, but he obeyed and passively let Julian explore all the ways he could make him gasp, whimper and moan.

About the author

Sage is a multi-published author of gay erotic romance and loves taking romance to the edge. The edge of passion, the edge of pleasure, the edge of propriety.

Hopelessly in love with books from a very early age on, Sage has dreamt of writing one for years while working on the day job instead. It took a very persistent character in the company of a much-adored Muse to finally get the first novel going. The fact that this gorgeous guy was gay came as a bit of a surprise, but it explained a lot.

Ever since, Sage has been the willing slave to all the fascinating guys who just keep queuing up and want their stories told. This has resulted in several published books and countless manuscripts at various stages of completion, so there's always something to work on—preferably at night when the rest of the house is asleep.

Sage's characters often have a dramatic and sometimes traumatic past and need to battle some demons to be with the one they love. But don’t worry, they get quite a lot of naughty action along the way to keep them happy and there will always be a happy end!

Happily Ever After Giveaway Hop

And they lived happily ever after...

Ah, happy endings. Something I love! I don't know why. Perhaps I watched too many Disney films as a child. Anyway, for this giveaway hop, we're supposed to write about a personal happy ending.

Thankfully, I've had many so far. The first (and one that had to precede some others) was meeting and marrying my husband. We worked together at a Wal-Mart, and I always found excuses to go in when he was working, till my friends got sick of me dragging them in and told him to ask me out. Which he did! We moved in together a year later, and got married three years after that. 

That led to two more happy endings - the births of my children. My son and then my daughter a few years later. Some other happy endings would be getting my degrees, getting a job, launching my writing career, and getting a position at work I had thought was out of reach.

Of course, the stories are never really over are they? My stories are still being written. It hasn't always been perfect. Like everyone else, I have my ups and downs. And I can't wait to see how it all turns out!

Since this is a giveaway hop, it has a happy ending for someone, too! I have a copy of my book, Landing the Big Ones for someone who visits my blog! Use the Rafflecopter entry below and I'll draw a winner on January 27th! Don't forget to visit the other sites on the hop - everyone has something to give! Good luck!

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Follow This! Taylor Berke

I'm continually amazed at all the quality writers Siren has managed to snag, and today's feature author is no exception! With her debut novel tearing up the bestseller chart on Bookstrand, she's a hot commodity! Please welcome my guest, Taylor Berke!

What got you started in writing?

I think that it is a combination of two things.  I love having new goals, new ambitions in life and then there are the crazy movies that seem to run through my head when listening to music or staring out the window of the car while my husband is driving.  I have always been a bit more ‘naughty’ in my thoughts than most other people.  Writing has given me a wonderful canvas for making my imagination come to life.

How did you feel when you got that first acceptance?

That moment was so funny and prophetic really.  It was the day after Hurricane Sandy and my hubby and I were standing in the backyard with my father looking at the crazy amount of damage we had to our home and land, when my husband’s phone chimed and he got the most adorable smile on his face.  When he showed me, I was of course floored and shocked (I had no idea that it would be actually accepted) and then started screaming and jumping up and down.  My father, who had no idea that I had written such a book or anything on paper for that matter, thought I had cracked from the stress and lost my marbles lol!  I took it as a beautiful sign that everything would turn out well.

What’s your biggest challenge as a brand new author?

I believe it would be finding the time to write and letting my imagination run wild.  I have a very demanding full time job with my amazing husband and beautiful children.  Add on two huge dogs and you have mad chaos!

What’s next for you?

Well, in Stony Creek Cowboy, I had such an enjoyable time creating a whole town full of endearing and hysterical characters that I had to make it into a series.  So now I am halfway into writing the second book in the Stony Creek Series, Stony Creek Hero.  It is Ben and Lizzie’s story.  Definitely a fun one!

Where can fans find you? 

http://www.facebook.com/taylor.berke.7

http://www.taylorberke.com/

Tell us about your newest release.

Here goes for Stony Creek Cowboy, book one in the Stony Creek Series!

A widowed MD, who wants to live life to the fullest and a headstrong, wounded Cowboy have a battle royal on their hands, and not just with each other! 

STORY EXCERPT

Jackson had just pulled up to the curb by Barry’s Feed store. His father had sent him into town on an “emergency” run for his mother. Apparently, she suddenly had to have an extra bag of high-protein grain for her flock of chickens that couldn’t wait until her husband Bill had a moment off. Coincidentally, it just happened to be right across the street from their sexy new neighbor’s office. He wondered if his mother was up to no good.

Sam and Phillip had done a really good job with the old building. An example of post-modern architecture, it had nice stonework decorating the front and roofline. Just as he was admiring the built-in flower boxes in front, he noticed an unwelcome visitor go through the front door. Jackson had never like Len Drexel. He treated his horses and women the same way, badly. Without thought, Jackson jumped out of his big black dually and walked across the street to follow Len in. He stood in the doorway listening with unabashed interest, quickly moving to controlled anger that Len was showing interest in his woman. His woman? Where did that shit come from? Why the heck was that thought becoming more and more appealing to him? He must need to get himself some. However, he decided to figure it out later and deal with the situation at hand, because one look at Billie told him that she was upset. He was going to kill someone. That someone had been Len. Instead, he had invited her out to lunch.

“I must say that I have never been so happy to be ignored in my entire life,” Julia said with a smile. 

“Jackson, you are a naughty boy. Come over here and give me a kiss.” Jackson dutifully walked across the room and graced her cheek with a peck.

“I will be right back. Just need to use the restroom and we can take Jackson up on his lovely offer of lunch, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” replied the man smiling openly at Billie.

As soon as Julia left, Billie leaned back against the beautifully painted wall that Phillip and Sam had made, taking in the very tall and masculine man in front of her. He practically emanated sexual energy and power. How could she go from fear to lust in ten seconds? Looking at the handsome man before her, well, it obviously was possible. Her mouth suddenly feeling dry, she struggled for something to say.

“It seems that you are going to be forever saving me from situations. I haven’t felt this well protected in, well, forever. A girl could get used to this, Jackson.” She practically glowed at him.

“Just call me your masterful hero and we can call it a day!” he said suggestively.

“Funny, cowboy. No, really, thank you. I didn’t care for him. He made me so nervous. I am not exactly a wimpy girl, but there was something in the way he looked at me that didn’t feel so great.”

Jackson looked at her sideways and decided to play a bit. “I hope you don’t feel that way when I look at you,” he said with a laugh.

“Heavens no! Not even speaking the same language, I feel so different.”

Jackson turned his suddenly heated stare to capture her eyes. He walked over to her, and in a husky voice, he asked, “How do I make you feel, then, if not afraid, Billie?”

He leaned toward her and ran a finger along the side of her neck. The gentle rubbing of his roughened skin sent an entirely different sort of shivers down her body. His gorgeous green eyes felt like they were caressing her soul, practically melting her to the floor where she stood.

Billie tried to concentrate on answering him, but it proved difficult. How could this man affect as no other man ever did? He had such a sense of confidence and control about him. She couldn’t even play coy.

She answered him obediently. “Excited, very excited,” she whispered back.

Jackson’s right eyebrow just lifted slightly as he let his gaze roam over her body, as though erasing the previous man’s possession and marking her with his own. This gaze was one that she didn’t mind, actually felt she was starting to crave. He made her feel safe with this look of blatant ownership. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, but definitely getting to really like.

“Really. Now that’s very interesting, baby.” Baby? He called her baby? She had to confess to herself that she liked the sound of that. Getting personal must be a good thing. All thoughts of setting up the office, Julia, Len, and lunch simply faded away while she soaked up his endearment. How long had she just wanted a man to be affectionate like that? Just to want her, quirks and all. Forever, if she was to be truthful. She was under no misconception that Jackson was falling for her but she closed her eyes to indulge in the temporary fantasy of it all.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Jackson? Where are you? I know it is going to ruin your image of me being a tough city girl and all, but I am actually afraid of the dark.”

She let out a squeal as strong muscular arms gently wrapped around her from behind. She certainly hadn’t been freezing yet but was definitely getting cold. Now all she could do was sigh with the double pleasure that his arms afforded her. They were providing both warmth and stoking the fires of her simmering arousal. In this position she could feel his entire body dwarf her with his great height as he was plastered against her back. She leaned her head back to rest against his chest, trusting him enough to again close her eyes. She felt like he was burning into her and she didn’t mind the flames one bit. His hands shifted and began a gentle inspection of her waist and hips. His hot fingers applied massaging pressure as she suspected he was inspecting her body. She moaned her approval while allowing her hands to slightly reach back of their own accord and rest on his rock-hard thighs. She felt her feminine parts flood with moisture as his hands lightly but confidently started to run down the front of hers as well. As his gentle exploration continued, she heard the change in his breathing. Hot rushes of air caressed her throat. He was leaning down, allowing his fingers to massage the lean muscle of her thighs while he ran his lips over the shell of her ear. She allowed herself to mimic his movements by running her hands over the raw power of his legs. It was all muscle and hardness beneath her questing fingertips, so much so she felt faint. She didn’t have any experience with men built like Jackson was. Matthew has been her study partner, not this specimen of raw masculinity.

At the feel of his lips touching the pulse behind her left ear, she began to quiver. More moisture pooled at her core as she was sure her legs would give way. Her mouth was slightly parted as she began to pant while Jackson eased his hands upward over the silky shirt. He paused his hand’s exploration for a moment to lave the base of her neck and bite.

“Jackson, what you do to me,” she said wondrously as she continued to try to control her gasps of pleasure as he found her sensitive spots.

“Does it feel good to you, baby? Do you want me to continue? You don’t have to answer, just nod your head yes.”

Billie felt her head bob with permission as though it had a mind of its own. Her hands continued to rub his muscled thighs, gripping at the jean material every time he nipped and touched. Just then his hands began their quest anew. They slid up and down the sides of her waist reverently as if they had never touched silk over curves before. Suddenly her position was shifted slightly to the side as his left hand grasped her chin. His thumb caressed briefly over her full bottom lip before his own took possession of hers. This kiss was different than the one before. His tongue immediately thrust into her warmth as his hips started to mimic the rolling movements of their hips. She could feel his hard cock pressing and sliding against the space between her cheeks, fueling the fire in her body. She was actually momentarily distracted by the thought that she might have a moistened spot on her skirt from the cream running from her. As he feasted on her mouth, she could feel his hand firmly start to stroke the underside of her breast. Arousal as she had never encountered roared through her body. For his part, Jackson felt like he was being gifted for his good deeds in this life. She felt like an angel. A sex angel sent here to tempt him into never leaving the world of sin if it meant she was in it. His cock was painfully erect in its position, rubbing the back of her succulently firm ass.

He continued to plunder her lips, twining his tongue with hers, over and over again. However, it was the feel of her body under his searching hands that put his blood to near boiling. Roughly now, he cupped her breast while moving his mouth to nip at her neck. She is perfection, he thought while stroking the lush globe in the palm of his hand, plucking at her nipple. He tried to be gentle but finally having her at his mercy to tease and explore left him unable to do more than knead her mercilessly while groaning his arousal. He had backed them up against the door to the nearest stall just as his hand delved under the opening in her blouse. He felt the lace of her bra as he momentarily gentled his touch to lightly stroke her nipples with his fingertips. She was perfection. He could hear her ragged breaths and scent her arousal in the air. He had to have her. Now. His hand plunged beneath the scrap of material covering her breast and felt the shock of burning pleasure from his groin to his legs. He was sure his boxer briefs were wet with his pre-cum, and he threaded his fingers in her hair while pulling her head back to expose the other side of her neck.

Billie felt his teeth against the base of the other side of her neck but couldn’t protest as the air rushed from her lungs. Please, dear lord, let him fuck me now. She felt his hand that was roughly squeezing her breast as it alternated not only from side to side but from softness to rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. She felt him move his other hand to the edge of her skirt. She felt him suddenly freeze, just as the hem of her skirt was slid upward so she could feel the cool air hit her wet slit. Voices outside indicated the approach of more than one man.

He felt her stiffen in probable fear and quickly tucked her into his arms while lifting her up. As though she weighed not a feather, he silently walked down past the last stall of horses and into the tack room. He fumbled for the doorknob that led to the outside and privacy the darkness afforded. He could see the tears form in her eyes as the moonlight emphasized her probable embarrassment at being caught.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered while gently kissing her forehead. “I have got you and won’t let anything hurt you. Just trust me, Billie.”

Really Random Wednesdays: Dead Fish Don't Float

Well I'm over at Simone Sinna's blog as well today, but to keep my blog from feeling left out, I figured I should do something here, too.

My new book, Landing the Big Ones, is about a mom who gets some fish for her son, and in the process lands herself a couple of fine fellows. The book is based loosely around the trouble my family had setting up an aquarium this summer. We inherited the tank and then still spent over $100 to get everything we needed to set it up. We had to wait a week to buy fish, so we did, and then came home with 3 little guys.

That night, one of the fish gave birth and died. So we took the dead fish (which was not floating) back to the store and got a new fish. That night, another of the first fish died, but we were up and about, so we noticed it right away, therefore it did not have time to float. Back to the store we went, only this time we didn't bother bringing a new one home, thinking it would be better to wait and see.

Two days later, the third of the original fish was dead. Not floating. Now we're down to one fish. We treat the tank for fungus and parasites, then buy two more fish.

Fish four dies the next day and sinks to the bottom.

Now by this point, I'm getting a little hysterical over the damn things. It's not so much that I was attached to them, but more the whole inability to keep them alive. Very frustrating. But the remaining two fish survive a week and I figure we're okay. So we get two more.

Next day, one of the surviving fish looks like it's not feeling so well. It's swimming upside down (no, not floating - it was actually swimming). Desperate to keep this one from dying, I go to the pet store to explain the problem and the guy looks at me and says, "Ma'am, I think you just need to let the guppy go."

Sure enough, the guppy went. Without floating. After that, the tank seemed to settle down. We had three fish and though the kidlets begged to add more, I steadfastly refused, thinking that three was our lucky number.

Those three fish managed to do fairly well until recently. One of them was a pleco. You know, one of those sucker fish that sticks to the glass. They're nocturnal and very good at hiding, so we rarely saw him and the joke got to be that he ran away.

Shortly before Christmas, hubby tells me he hasn't seen Al (the pleco) in a while and I insist he's just hiding. But I start to check more often and I can't find him. The tank is not that big and we are around it at some point every day. You would think we'd have noticed a dead fish right? Hold that thought.

Over the holidays, my son noticed that one of the other two fish was behaving oddly and it reminded us of the guppy that died. We didn't know what to do about it. The next day, the odd fish had disappeared.

I mean, totally disappeared. I didn't think fish could decompose that quickly, but we couldn't see it anywhere.

We are now down to one fish.

So I'm standing in the kitchen doing the dishes one day last week, and I glance at the tank to see Red (the sole survivor) attacking a white object. Puzzled, I approach the tank for a better look.

It was a fish skeleton.

Apparently, Red is a cannibal. I'm guessing that he and Speckles (the other one) had eaten Al when Al died. And when Speckles kicked the bucket, Red said, "Excellent! A feast and the tank to myself!"

Through all of these wonderful fish adventures, not once did we see a floating fish.

True Confessions: My Cheating Ways

I have a confession. Which makes sense considering this feature is called True Confessions. But enough about that. I really need to get this off my chest.

I am being unfaithful to my blog. We've only been together for a short time, but I just find other blogs incredibly sexy and appealing. It's so hard to resist! Their slick graphics, sensuous URLs, and incredibly HOT erotic scenes. What's a girl to do?

I'd like to offer my apologies to my blog, but I'm just not a one-blog girl. I do write menage, so maybe I'm just getting too carried away. On the other hand, when you add more partners, you add a lot of fun. Perhaps I can convince my blog to share. I really don't want to be tied down. I'm hoping that with communication, we can get through this.

The sordid evidence of my infidelity can be found all over. It all began on Dec. 21 when I did a harmless enough essay about my kitty for Tymber Dalton on Tales From the Snark Side. I figured it would just be one time.

Sadly, one was not enough. On Dec. 24, I visited Four Seduced Muses to relate my naughty Christmas Eve poem.

My New Year's Resolution was to stop that nonsense and devote all my attention to my own blog. But again, temptation proved to be too powerful. I'm sad to say that last week, I went to 3 different blogs! Jan. 8 I went to Taking Romance to the Edge by Sage Marlowe. On Jan. 9, Paloma Beck's Romance Beckons, called me away. On Jan. 11, I showed up at Lori King Books.

I can't stop myself and it's getting out of control. Today, I'm going to be Center Stage with Honor James. Tomorrow, I'm appearing on Simone Sinna's blog for Wicked Wednesday.

And that's not the end of it! There are more to come. I just can't stop myself.

Sinful Sunday with Berengaria Brown

Well, erotic romance author Berengaria Brown insists there is nothing sinful about her books. I'm not so sure though! We'll let you be the judge, but let me warn you, you may need a cold shower after you read the excerpt!

Michelle,

There’s nothing sinful in my dragon books, absolutely nothing at all.

How could it possibly be sinful for a woman to befriend three dragon shape-shifters and help them outwit an evil art thief?

And when a woman breaks into the museum to prove the security there is worthless and arrives in the middle of a scene with a lot of naked people, well that’s not sinful either, it’s the kind of thing that could happen to anyone really, anyone at all.

As for a woman playing in a hot tub with three men and some sex toys, no one could call that sinful, absolutely no one.

Berengaria Brown

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The Dragon Lovers series: Book 1: “Dragon’s Bond”.

Mallory is fascinated by three life-size stone dragon statues. Then one night they come to life and she learns they’re shape-shifters. One of the museum’s directors, Teivel, plans to use the shape-shifting dragons as art thieves by placing them in exhibitions in other museums, and Mallory, Angus, William, and Mark now have to find out which statues are shape-shifters and how they can prevent Teivel from implementing his plan. That makes their days very busy, but the nights are for their own pleasure.

Can they outwit Teivel? What will happen if Mallory loses her job or the statues have to leave their home in the museum? And can a relationship built on a crisis and unbridled lust develop into lasting love and enduring passion?

Book 2: “Dragons Redeemed”

Trudy is a locksmith and security expert who Mallory asked to quote to improve the security at The Magic Dragon Museum. When Trudy arrives at the museum, it’s full of naked people, and four of the men say she belongs to them! The dragons need to reclaim their human lives while stopping Teivel’s plan to steal the artworks—if they can get out of bed long enough to concentrate.

Meanwhile Trudy has a job to do and a business to run. Crevan, Daegan, Graegor, and Penllyn are determined to protect her while watching Teivel. The dragon shape-shifters have their hands full with an independent, determined woman and a bad guy planning to cause trouble. Plus Mallory wants to come back to the museum, and her men are set on protecting her from Teivel, too.

Between lust and danger, sparks are flying everywhere.

WARNING! ADULT Excerpt

The men moved around a little more, seeming to know exactly how to position themselves so they all shared her, yet each was where he needed to be. Angus moved the last few inches up to place his cock at her entry then slid inside. He waited with the head of his cock just inside her, until her walls stretched to accommodate him, and then he thrust deep, filling her to perfection. No man had ever stretched her in such a delicious way before. He was huge, but he fitted inside her delightfully.

When Angus was tucked up tight against her body, William straddled her, his back hard against Angus’s front. William rubbed a little of the lube in the valley between her breasts then leaned forward, cupping her globes around his cock, leaving the head just peeking out level with her mouth.

But if she was going to suck Mark, she wouldn’t be able to lick William as well. Now that was unfortunate. Oh well, maybe next time.

Angus and William began to move together, totally synchronized, leaning slightly back then thrusting forward, their cocks sliding in then out, the dual effect far more carnal than one man alone could ever be. Mark watched them for several moments then placed his cock so it was just touching her lips. She licked his cockhead then tried to slip the point of her tongue under his foreskin, but his hips were already moving in the same rhythm as the other two men, and her body was rocking to the beat, too.

Mallory reached out to grab hold of Mark and William, but there were so many bodies so closely packed that all she could do was touch the nearest pieces of male flesh and pat them gently.

“Here, hold your breasts for me. Make sure they grip my cock, and I’ll be able to arouse you better,” suggested William.

Mallory pushed the globes tightly together, and William thrust up between them, sighing with joy. She rather felt like sighing, too. It’d felt good before, but it was ten times better now. His cock was hot and hard, and watching the head reappear and disappear was almost mesmerizing.

But once again Mark placed his cock in the center of her vision. He held it at her mouth for her to suck then lifted it up so she could lick along the shaft and suck his balls into her mouth. Mark controlled every step of their action, thrusting deep, pulling out so just the head was within reach, or turning his cock so she could swipe the long vein pulsing with his life-force.

And still Angus and William matched their strokes precisely, always sliding in and out at exactly the same pace, a pace that was very slowly getting faster and, for Angus, harder and deeper as well. Mallory was in emotional overload. It’d been so long since she’d been in a relationship, and she’d never really seriously considered sex with more than one man at a time. Yet here she was, in bed with the three yummiest men she’d ever seen. Men she hadn’t met in real life until half an hour ago, and men who weren’t men at all but dragon statues. If she tried to think that one through logically, her brain would likely explode!

“Relax and enjoy,” came William’s soft voice, almost as if he knew what she was thinking.

“Our one aim is to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” added Mark.

“We pride ourselves on the high quality of our work,” said Angus, rolling his hips so his cock hit her G-spot with deadly accuracy. Mallory gasped and dug her nails into her own breasts. At the last second she managed not to scrape her teeth along Mark’s cock then decided it could be quite sexy, so the next time he pressed deep into her mouth, she let her teeth drag very gently over the head of his cock and smiled at his reciprocal gasp.

All her nerve endings were hyperalert and tingling. It seemed as though every inch of her skin was being touched by hot male flesh, all of it taut, hard, and muscular. She felt totally surrounded, encompassed by the men, cared for and protected, her desires the focus of their oh-so-erotic endeavors. In many ways it was a dream come true, but in others she still could scarcely assimilate the concept. It had happened so fast, she hadn’t had time to adjust to the idea that there were three of them yet, much less that they were dragon statues come to life with no explanations.

But it was becoming far too difficult for her to think. She was so aroused she could scarcely focus on the myriad sensations racing through her body. The orgasm coiling and building in her core, the thick, hot cock in her mouth, William’s cock sliding between her breasts, the sweaty bodies pressing against her—legs and feet touching her lower limbs, arms and hands on her upper body.

Desperately she slid her tongue around Mark’s cock. She really wanted to taste and experience the softness of his cockhead hidden beneath his foreskin. Already she’d developed a fascination with the flavor of his essence. It was more spicy than tart, with an overlying saltiness. She sucked him into her mouth then gradually let him slide out, thrusting the point of her tongue under his foreskin and catching a bead of pre-cum as she did so. Ahh delicious.

The three men were moving much faster now, drops of their sweat landing on her as they kept their rigorous, united pace. The orgasm deep inside her was building, building. Mark withdrew his cock a ways, and she moaned, “Oh yes, so close.”

“I think it’s time for you to come. Come now, Mallory,” ordered Angus, jack-hammering his cock into her with a mighty thrust.

William mimicked his movements with her breast, and Mark drove his cock deep into her mouth. She sucked hard on Mark and tried to hold her breasts together for William. Then she lost all control as the climax ripped through her body like a tidal wave, exploding from deep inside her core and blasting out from her pussy, her arms and legs, her breasts, even though her head.

Through a daze of delight, her muscles still contracting hard, she felt a roar of heat in her pussy that told her Angus had come. This was followed almost immediately by jets of cum on her chest, from William, and into her mouth, from Mark. Her toes curled hard against her soles, her hands clenched into fists, and her mouth opened so wide the cum ran out of it, and still her body shuddered in the grip of the biggest orgasm she’d ever had in her life.