I have a winner! Congratulations Sherry!!!
To celebrate my newest Angel Shifters release, and because I’m just so freaking excited that it’s a bestseller on Amazon, I’m going to do a giveaway! What will you win?
A $10 Amazon Gift Card!!!
Why do you think Charmiene would like it if Jeremiel and Haniel kissed her?
I will pick the winner in one week: June 12. Meanwhile, be creative! I would love to see some fantabulous answers!
Erotic Romance, Menage (MMF), Paranormal, Interracial, Fantasy, Shifters
Word Count: 29,440
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
Click here to read an excerpt.
Charmiene has been alone since her grandmother died, so when two sexy hikers ask to stay in her trail shelter, she invites them into her house instead. As an Asian American in a rural town, her dating prospects have always been nonexistent.
Haniel wishes demons hadn’t ruined his ability to fly, but his best friend, Jeremiel, has his back while he hunts for the creatures that hurt him. Of course, when he meets Charmeine, all thoughts of fighting fly away. The only thing he can think about is making love.
Jeremiel would do anything for Haniel—the angel saved his life, after all. But when they meet Charmeine, he knows the time for wandering is over. She’s small, fierce, and just what they need to push them from friendship into love.
Unfortunately, the demons don’t want them to bond. They want all the angels to burn…
Be Warned: menage sex, m/m sex, anal sex.
When the door shut behind her, Jeremiel turned on Haniel. “Are you crazy?” He grabbed the quilt and dragged it off his friend. Haniel stared at him, hair mussed. Dick hard and poking through his boxers.
Jeremiel looked away, his face heating.
“Sorry,” Haniel said, his voice low. “I, um, wasn’t thinking.”
Jeremiel took a deep breath. “Maybe we should talk about this.”
Haniel laughed shortly. “About what? The fact that ever since we touched Charmeine I’ve been wanting to touch you, too? That I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a female?”
Jeremiel went hot, then cold, then hot all over. “Jesus, Haniel.” He was not going to turn around and look at him while they had this discussion.
“Yeah, exactly.” The bed rustled.
Next thing he knew, Haniel was sitting next to him. Leaning into him.
“I could feel you, you know,” he said quietly. “It’s okay.”
Jeremiel’s heart gave a sick thump. “Why didn’t you roll over?”
“I liked it.” Haniel shrugged. “I don’t care if that makes me gay, or whatever.”
Jeremiel swallowed. “I like Charmeine.”
“So do I,” Haniel replied immediately.
“What are we supposed to do with that?” Jeremiel asked, clenching his fists. His morning erection was finally gone, thank God for small favors.
“I say we stay here for a little while. Rest up.” He took a deep breath. “See what happens.”
“See what happens,” Jeremiel echoed, confused as fuck. He laughed quietly. “We’re really messed up.”
Haniel bumped their shoulders together. “Yeah, well. So what if we are?”
Jeremiel didn’t respond. What could he say? It wasn’t like he was going anywhere. After they’d fought the demon at Castle Archangel, no one could separate them. Haniel had given up everything for him. Jeremiel would never be able to repay that. And really, who would care that he wanted to kiss his best friend right now? He glanced over. Haniel fidgeted, eyes dark. Not thinking, Jeremiel reached up and touched his mouth. Haniel’s lips were really soft.
“Fuck,” Haniel breathed, eyes fluttering shut.
Jeremiel leaned in. When Haniel’s mouth touched his, he shuddered. “What are we doing?” he asked, lips touching.
“Shut up.” Haniel slid his fingers into Jeremiel’s hair and deepened the kiss.
Jeremiel’s brain went offline. He gripped Haniel’s arms, cock going hard and aching all over again. He kissed his friend until he didn’t know where he was anymore. Haniel held him steady, kissing him back with such intensity that he felt their connection down to his toes.
“If Charmeine were here, we would kiss her like this,” Haniel whispered, startling Jeremiel into immobility. He bit at Jeremiel’s lower lip. “And this.” He licked inside.
“Oh my God.” Jeremiel couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. The idea of sharing her was more than he could take.
“She’d probably be shocked, but also intrigued,” Haniel continued, kissing down Jeremiel’s jaw. “She wants us both. Did you see her looking at us? She’s down there in her little kitchen, thinking about us right now. Wondering if we’re touching each other.”
“What are you saying?” Jeremiel asked breathlessly.
“Can’t you feel it?” Haniel asked.
Jeremiel couldn’t feel anything except the pounding of his heart. “I feel you,” he murmured.
“She’s our mate, Jeremiel.”
Jeremiel went still, lips against Haniel’s cheek. “Impossible. She’s human.”
Haniel pulled him closer. “I wish it were impossible. Why is her name Charmeine? That’s an angelic name.”
“She’s human.” Jeremiel slid his hand down Haniel’s arm, gripping hard, as if he were about to slide off a cliff and only his friend could save him.
“I’m not so sure about that.” Haniel kissed him again and Jeremiel couldn’t stop him. Didn’t want to.
“Angels don’t mate with humans. They don’t mate with two people, either. They pair up,” Jeremiel said against Haniel’s mouth. He trembled. What was happening to them? His skin was on fire. “Trios are a myth.”
“Anything’s possible. Look at me. I’m mostly broken, but I’m still here,” Haniel said, pulling away again.
“Stop that.” Jeremiel grabbed his hands, then slid an arm around his neck. “You’re not broken. You’ve never been broken. Even if you never fly again, you’re still you.” From the look on Haniel’s face, his friend didn’t believe a word he said. Fuck this. Jeremiel turned, climbing on top of him and pushing him down onto the bed. He shoved his cock into the hollow between Haniel’s hip and abdomen. God, so fucking good. “Shut up.”
Haniel closed his eyes and bucked up, his own hard-on bumping against Jeremiel’s. “This part of me isn’t broken, just everything else.”
Jeremiel bit his neck. “I said, shut up.”
Haniel panted, hips moving urgently. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”