Showing posts with label The Pleasure of Discretion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Pleasure of Discretion. Show all posts

August 15, 2014

Breaking Jessica's Rules; A Contemporary Erotic Menage Romance Series by Elle Thorne


Blurb:

Jessica and Rick enjoy sex games.  

Jessica has a few simple rules and Rick has to make sure he doesn't cross the line.

And then one night: Enter Miranda. Exit common sense.



Excerpt:

I look at my cell phone for what must be the thousandth time in the last hour.
It’s 5:15.

I took off of work early to get to the hotel, set up the toys and stuff and wait for Miranda. I told her to be here at 5 o’clock sharp. In case Jess was early. When Jess is horny, she’s never late. That would give me plenty of time to brief Miranda on what I want for Jess, for us.
It’s not looking like I’ll have time to tell her shit. And I’m wishing I’d gone to the club and talked to her about tonight. Way to go, Rick, leaving shit ‘til the last minute.

Now I’m sweating bullets. Jess is probably on her way, and Miranda’s not here. I wanted to have her waiting in the closet. I wanted to make sure we could cover the plan in detail. Shit. Fuck. I don’t want Miranda knocking on the door when Jess is here. Damn it.

I settle the champagne bottle a little deeper into the ice, check the two ties I’ve attached to the legs of the coffee table, and the two I’ve secured to the back legs of the sofa. Tight. I fiddle with an assortment of toys I picked up at Jess’s favorite toy store.
I look at the clock.

5:22.

Now I wish I had Miranda’s number. I’d call her and find out if she was bailing. I didn’t think she would since I paid her a month’s salary for one evening. Not even the whole night. I even told her she didn’t have to give up sex if she didn’t want to. And she doesn’t have to. And though I’m curious as hell about sex with Miranda, it would break Jess’s rules. And I’m not interested in losing Jess, not even for a fine piece of ass like Miranda.

5:26.

I’m going to get into the panic stage. No I won’t. I’ll improvise. I’ll figure something out. Think, Rick, think. Surely I could come up with something else that will do it. Something else that will thrill and shock Jess.

There’s a tiny scratch at the door. Almost imperceptible. Like a mouse. Or one fingernail. Crap. I’m sweating bullets. I don’t bother with the peephole. I know it’s Jess. And I know it’s time to start figuring something else out.


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August 8, 2014

Miranda's Unfinished Business, A Contemporary Erotic Menage Romance Series by Elle Thorne


Blurb:

Jessica and Rick don't give their little sex games a second thought. Until Miranda.

For Miranda, craving Jessica is a whole different situation. Except for one complication, Lucas. A man she'd rather have left in her past.

But Rick goes out of town for the weekend and Lucas reappears in Miranda's life.

Rick and Jessica’s (and now Miranda and Lucas’s) escapades and pleasures.

This book is for 18+



Excerpt:

The piercings on my lips, Lucas put them there, and it wasn’t an accident. It was his way of laying claim to me. It doesn’t look like I’ve done anything to dispute or deny his claim, even though we aren’t together.

Together? I don’t even know how to define that. We are so on, and off, and then on again, and it’s never consistent in length of time, nor is it every verbalized. We enter and exit each other’s lives at will and unpredictably.

He’s still in me. Buried. Waiting. Waiting for me to beg, or to get pissed. Waiting for me to react. Keeping waiting, Lucas. I’m not the high school senior who thought her twenty-one year old stepbrother hung the moon.

I’m not the twenty-year-old who cried herself to sleep and drowned her love in alcohol.

No, you’re the twenty-four-year-old loser who uses cocaine to stay in denial. To be able to get on a stage and do stuff for men, in front of men that you don’t want to think about later. 

Fuck off! I want to scream at that damned voice that pops up in my head. Fuck the fuck off, already. 


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