- Excerpt from A Very Menage Christmas
Members Only, Book Three
Skye has spent her life being the perfect daughter for her prominent, wealthy parents. She says all the right things, wears all the right clothes…and lies through her teeth about the kind of sex she needs. The bland “gentlemen†she dates don’t know a thing about what gets her going—and when they find out, they run screaming. In her deepest, naughtiest dreams, she finds a man…or two…who knows just how to tie her up and tease her until she’s begging for more. But those guys don’t really exist, do they?
Jackson wants one thing for Christmas, and her name is Skye. He’s watched her from afar for ages, biding his time, waiting for his chance to give her the kind of pleasure she craves. And this Christmas he’s going to get his way. He’s enlisted his buddy Nick and the two of them are going to give Skye a holiday treat she’ll never forget.
Inside Scoop:This holiday threesome features bondage and spanking benches…and creates whole new uses for Christmas lights and candy canes.
A Romantica® BDSMerotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt –
“Jesus, Skye, put your coat back on. This is an apartment building, not a strip club!â€
I stood outside my boyfriend Payton’s door in four-inch strappy red heels and nothing else. It was my last hurrah to save our relationship before calling it quits.
“It’s not a monastery either but it sure changed into one.†It damn sure wasn’t what I’d signed up for.
Was showing up covered in nothing but a trench coat extreme? Probably. And shedding the coat in the hall right outside his door drastic? Especially with my last name being Weston? Definitely.
Forcing the issue of our sex life went against my common sense. If anyone found out I’d disrobed in a public hallway, I’d be disowned.
All the effort was evidently a complete waste. Payton scrambled on the ground like a bug to grab the material lying in a pool at my feet. He couldn’t wrap it around me fast enough. I barely got my arms shoved into the sleeves before he yanked it closed, glancing up and down the hallway. He was so far away from alpha male he wasn’t even recognizable on the Cro-Magnon chart.
“Good grief, Payton. I’m just trying to spice up our sex life. You act so damn uninterested. I’m not a supermodel but I’m no two-bagger. What’s up with you? Are you sleeping with somebody else?â€
A shocking pause chased the echo of my voice down the hallway and back until it landed in the pit of my stomach.
“You rat bastard!†I turned to leave, knotting the belt on my coat, but he caught my elbow.
“Now hold up, Ms. High and Mighty. You didn’t let me answer.â€
I jerked away and glared. This was exactly what I should have expected from one of the “nice young men†my elitist parents approved of. “You’re guilty. You can’t even look me in the eye.â€
“What do you expect?â€
“You want a fucking list? Hmm, let’s start with honesty, trust, fidelity…†I ticked them off, starting with my thumb, ending on my middle finger. Which was about to get a workout.
“You’re one to talk about fidelity.â€
“Me?†I counted to ten to keep my voice from creeping higher and higher along with my volume. If luck was on my side, his neighbors wouldn’t be home. The last thing I needed was an audience—or, God forbid, the paparazzi getting wind of a scandal.
I should have realized sooner the relationship was FUBAR. It was abundantly clear, given the fact I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but anger.
In case anyone lurked around the corner, I took a step closer, right in Payton’s self-righteous pie hole. “I have never cheated on you. I’ve never cheated on anyone in my life. Not once. So don’t you dare accuse me of something you know for damn sure never happened.â€
I’d thought about it. Fantasized about being sandwiched between his neighbors Jackson and Nick but never acted on it.
Good thing he didn’t know I used to help out at a BDSM club.
“It’s your fault anyways.†He’d been flapping his gums but I only tuned in at the very end.
The blood rushing past my ears subsided below flood stage but steam should have been pouring off my crimson hair. He was about to see exactly what a redhead’s temper looked like…
Jennifer Kacey
Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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- About the Author
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I’m going to just jump right in and get the easy stuff out of the way up-front. I am a wife, mother and business owner in Texas with very long black hair and a penchant for high heels and pretty outrageous toe nail polish. I have a very supportive family that I love unconditionally and am fortunate enough to genuinely like and respect them as well.
I started reading romance back in college, liked it so-so, and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark side, a lot on the naughty side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt like coming home. Finding a genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing revelation, and I swear the characters in my head haven’t stopped hounding me since!
Something I always love reading about other authors are the funny quirks and idiosyncrasies that make each of us unique, so I thought I’d share a few of mine. These are in no particular order and pretty random, so brace yourselves…
I am a morning person who doesn’t drink caffeine, and I am definitely a glass-half-full kind of girl. I have an extreme case of being left-hand stupid and am bad at all sports that end in “ballâ€! Hot weather is my favorite because I’m cold all the time, and I adore lying in the sun. You’ll find a closed sign hanging off my forehead at 10 p.m. pretty much every night when my brain clocks out. What’s weird is I can write ‘til the wee hours of the morning though. Probably because the characters just shove me aside so they can say their piece.
Ooh, and I never procrastinate! If something needs to be done today, it should have been finished yesterday. I call this fantastic; several people, who shall remain nameless, call it having a bug up my A**… I think I’ll stick with fantastic.
I refuse to use a flat sheet to sleep, I love perfume but only one kind, and before I die I want to own flip-flops in every color of the rainbow. And last but not least, the yea or nay on a particular food being deemed good or gross is based off of texture first, taste second.
I hope my writing speaks for itself, and I hope it speaks to you. The fact that I have the opportunity to share a little piece of myself with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis I am overwhelmed by the good fortune that is my life, and vowed years ago never to take it for granted.
Best advice I’ve ever been given – find the real you and never settle for anything less! Well guess what? I found her! Lord help the rest of you.
