Hi guys, we have Aylssa Turner popping in with her brand new MMF release Swept, we have a great guest post from Aylssa, a sexy excerpt and a fantastic giveaway so enjoy the post and click that giveaway link <3 ~Pixie~
Even a Master needs a savior…or two.
Successful engineering executive, Jack Rothman thought he was finally free to be the Dom he was meant to become. His submissives, Rory Campbell and Spencer Hartley are soon to be married, and his place as their Dominant is unshakeable. Then Jack loses the one thing a Dom requires…control over his life.
Rory can’t wait to get married, but she can’t marry both of her men—not in the eyes of the law or her overbearing, critical parents. She must find the courage to tell her parents the truth about her poly relationship, despite the sudden absence of her Dominant’s strength. If she wants the happily-ever-after wedding she’s always dreamed of, she’ll have to learn to fight for it on her own.
Spencer knows that lies are a poison that destroys from within. Now that he’s come to terms with his bisexuality he’s ready to settle down with the woman he loves and the man he can’t live without. Only the future that seemed so bright is in danger of being swept out of his hands. He’s watching his fiancée fall apart, his Dom fade away and there’s nothing he can do about it…or is there?
The F Word
Thank you to MM Good Book Reviews for hosting me and my new M/M/F ménage title, Swept! It’s an exciting honor to be featured. I am an erotic romance author with titles primarily in the ménage genre. My new book Swept follows up with my M/M/F triad Rory, Spencer and Jack from Polished, which when published in 2013 maintained a strong position in the Amazon top 100 list for Gay Romance for almost a year. Those characters became beloved to me and many of my readers. I missed them. So, I brought them back with a whole new adventure / struggle / revelation / journey.
Like all of you I LOVE reading (and writing) about lasting and imperfect love…about real love and real people. Like you I love to read about the love of a man for another. As a female I want to explore the nuances and individuality evident in the ways a man pursues, cherishes, and pleasures the man in his life. There is a delicious mystery to it for me that keeps me digging deep into my character’s motivations and reactions. For me, writing about M/M love is a lot like peeling back the petals of a rose to examine what it is that brought such beauty to life. Even as a child, boys were always the sweetest enigma to me.
So why put a girl into the mix? Why the F?
In my M/M/F ménage books my characters recognize that loving two people is not easy. Coming to terms with being attracted to someone other than their lover is complicated. Each circumstance is different, but weaving a story that addresses these issues along with bisexuality is the most exhilarating of puzzles to solve. I love a puzzle, the harder the better. In my ménage titles my characters find balance with one another, they need each other and complete each other. No, writing M/M/F ménage is not easy, but for me it’s the greatest thrill to fit that F-piece into her place. I hope you’ll give SWEPT a closer look. Available today on Amazon and coming soon to other retailers.
Spencer took a nice big sniff of Jack, inhaling the sandalwood and vanilla scent of his cologne. It was something he would never wear himself. Scrubbing up with supermarket-grade soap was more his speed. Teeth brushed, a swipe of deodorant, a comb through his hair, that summed up his grooming routine. Jack, on the other hand, spent more time on his hair than Spencer took for all of it. If a man could be considered pretty and still be thought of as masculine, then the title would fit Jack Rothman. But Spencer would never dare call him that to his face. Jack wasn’t ever good at taking compliments. Odd, when he spent so much time and money to get them.
His cologne seeped into Spencer’s lungs, a rich and thickening scent that brought only one word to mind: sex. The smell of Jack was the smell of a feast to a starving man, and Spencer was always starving for Jack. He could admit this now. It no longer made him flinch to say it. He needed this man in his life, in his life with Rory. Spencer’s gaze wandered to where she sat perched on top of twisted covers in the center of the king-sized cabin bed. Their gazes locked as Jack pushed his hands into the front of Spencer’s shorts, sliding the elastic waistband south. Rory pursed her lips just slightly, her tongue then swiping at her bottom lip. She knotted her hands together, and he saw a shiver run through her. The look on her face alone could make him come in his shorts.
“Please, Sir,” she said. It was barely a whisper. Oh fuck yeah, Rory was deep into the game. Nearly a year had passed since they’d begun their three-way relationship, and Spencer could still be surprised about just how deep her need for submission ran. He’d never be able to do the things that Jack did to her—correction—the things he did for her. Nothing even close to the scenes they played had ever crossed his mind until Jack came into their life.
But playtime wasn’t the end-all to their relationship with Jack. There were lazy nights in front of the TV and movie dates and candlelight dinners that didn’t end with hot wax dripped onto pebbled skin. Yet the scene was always there, coursing beneath every movement, every word, ready to be played out. Sometimes with a look or a subtle remark. Sometimes like the promise in Jack’s tone, hard and raw. Either way, Jack made the rules.
“What do you think, Spence? Should I have mercy on her and let her join us?”
Spencer would have gotten the answer to that question wrong once upon a time. But now he knew better. Now he knew Rory better. “No.”
Jack grinned in such a sinister way it could have been mistaken for malice if Spencer didn’t also know Jack. “You want me to let her stew in her juices, then?” Jack took hold of Spencer’s cock and stroked him a few times before he laid a hot, lingering kiss on his lips.
“It’s what she wants.”
Jack glanced her way. “It’s the punishment that makes your reward so much more meaningful. Isn’t it, sweetheart?”
Spencer watched as Rory blinked slowly and drew in a deep breath, taking her time as if she savored the feel of those two simple words in her mouth. “Yes, Sir.”
Jack smiled. “Baby, you are in perfect form.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He winked at her and gripped Spencer by the length of his stiffened shaft, leading him off to the shower like an obedient pet. Spencer didn’t protest. His days of pretending he didn’t love having Jack’s heavy hands on his body were long over.
They were alone inside Trifecta’s luxury head, with its Carrera marble tile walls and its custom-designed oversized glass shower. Spencer reached for the buttons still fastened on Jack’s shirt. Jack stood still, arms held out slightly from his sides and allowed Spencer to undress him. Like a cat offering cheese.
Spencer went silent. Jack would take control. He always did.
“Have you been practicing?”
Spencer cracked a sly smile. On the way back to the marina, Spencer had beaten his previous record, holding his breath for just under three minutes while running at full speed. Pushing himself was part of his DNA. He nodded and opened nice and wide.
Jack knotted Spencer’s hair in his fist and thrust his mostly hard cock into that flagrant invitation. He buried himself in Spencer’s mouth, settling the salty head practically on top of his tonsils. Jack’s breath hitched slightly, just barely detectable to Spencer’s hungry ears. Spencer knew too well that he’d have to work a lot harder for Jack to break form with even as much as a sigh when he was in full Dom mode. From the way Jack almost tore a patch of hair out from the back of his head, Spencer guessed today wouldn’t be a cake walk either. But then again, Spencer never liked to take the easy way through a challenge. It was the reason he free-climbed up the sides of mountains for fun and why Jack was so irresistible.
Spencer fought the urge to choke as Jack’s cock lodged against his soft palate, preventing all air from reaching his trachea. He relaxed into it, the danger, the sheer helplessness. In some ways it was not very different from drowning, but with Jack, terror wasn’t flooding his veins. It was adrenaline, a drug Spencer had been prescribing himself since he could remember. Now he had a dealer.
Jack pushed him just far enough. Just enough to feel the threat of suffocation lick the surface of his consciousness. Spencer didn’t struggle, didn’t pull away. Those were the rules. Jack withdrew, and Spencer took a deep breath that would have been desperate had he been worried. But Spencer wasn’t worried at all. He was proud.
Jack loosened his grip in Spencer’s hair and dragged his fingertips across his cheek. “Nice.”
“Yeah, I’ve been practicing.”
“Come here,” Jack said, guiding him to his feet. When Spencer stood, Jack planted his hands flat on his chest and pressed him against the cool tile wall. The breath Spencer was finally allowed to take might not have been desperate, but their kiss was full of everything that once clawed to break free inside of him. Rory was his rock. Jack gave him wings.
Jack’s tongue took long, hot sweeps into Spencer’s mouth as he reached past him to turn on the shower. Washing each other was a given. Spencer would leave the bathroom smelling like sandalwood after all. What else Jack had in mind, Spencer could only hope.
Check out the first three chapters: http://alyssaturnerwrites.blogspot.com/p/peek-of-week.html
If you asked her, she’d say it all started with her vast collection of paper dolls. That’s how long Alyssa Turner has been crafting intricate story lines full of twists and turns and memorable characters. Thirty years later, her stories are now quite grown up.
She writes erotica and erotic romance in all lengths, having been featured in the notable anthologies of Best Women’s Erotica, edited by Violet Blue and several from Rachel Kramer Bussel. With her proclivity for the ménage genre, Alyssa is often recognized for weaving complexity and emotional depth into her characters and plots.
Alyssa has more than several full length novels under her belt including bestsellers in gay romance. Read more about Alyssa Turner and preview her published works on her blog.