Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Tango Trio – Chapter One excerpt

Just Erotic Romance Reviews loved Tango Trio, the second novel in my Dream Marked series! In celebration, I’m posting a first chapter excerpt! From the review:

Along with some of the most erotic sex I’ve read, this book also features an interesting storyline, relatable characters and some wild supernatural powers that are bestowed upon bonded trios.

Tango Trio

I hope you like meeting Tessa, Jared, and Parker. This is the Dream Marked shifter novel!

Tessa never expects to dream about two gorgeous guys making love to her on the train. She certainly never imagines they might be real men. Or that one of them is her sexy friend Parker and the other their insanely hot dance teacher, Jared. She definitely doesn’t anticipate the three of them bonding and fighting enemies desperate to steal their blood. Who would create a drug that gives non-bonded humans extrasensory powers? It seems insane until Tessa learns that her mother might be the chemist behind it all. Even so, she certainly doesn’t expect her senses to go haywire or for the bonding to give her the ability to heal. And shape-shift. Mostly, she doesn’t expect to live happily ever after with her bond-mates when so many different people want them dead. But she hopes she can.

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Chapter One

Tessa stood on the train, hanging onto the strap above her for dear life as the rush-hour crowd pushed in against her body. The lights flickered as the car rattled. She knew it was a dream because she was wearing her favorite purple heels, the ones she’d stuffed in the back of her closet nearly ten years ago. The ones she never wore anymore. And every time the car rocked, the silk of her dress caressed her skin. She didn’t own a silk dress. Ergo, it was a dream, one she’d had before, several times. It didn’t make any more sense tonight than it did before. Tessa closed her eyes as a shiver of arousal trickled through her, right on time. He would be getting on the train at the next stop.

When the doors opened at the station, a few people moved off the train, creating a small space in front of her. The man with dark hair got on and eased through the crowd until he stood next to her, his T-shirt-clad chest right in front of her nose. She couldn’t really see his face because they were so close, and she didn’t want to look up, then the doors shut, and the crowd moved, pressing her against him. He didn’t budge. Somehow she knew he was smiling down at her, but she was too shy to meet his gaze. He smelled amazing—fresh and clean, a hint of mint. She tried not to but couldn’t help mashing her face into his body as the car lurched. He was warm and muscled, and a fresh spark of heat fizzed through her body right before she lost her balance, her hand slipping off the strap. She tipped forward, but she wasn’t worried. He always caught her, one arm around her waist, the other still hooked into the bar above, holding them both steady.

In this dream, Tessa never thought about the other people on the train or the fact that they could see the two of them pressed close, like lovers. Screwing up her courage, she looked up. Pale-green eyes so kind she almost burst into tears smiled down at her. He gripped her tighter, and she gasped then shivered as she felt his muscular thigh slip between hers, anchoring her in place. The train rattled and shook, the bumpiest ride she’d ever experienced. The smile fell off his face as her breasts pressed into his chest. She gripped his shirt, the heat of his body warming hers. Then the lights blinked out.

“Are you okay?” he asked, bending to hear her reply. She nodded as the train jerked to a stop, her lips landing on his cheek. His stubble stung her lips, and for a strange moment her arms itched—how weird—then the sensation faded as she felt him breathe in. Suddenly, shockingly, his mouth was on hers, hot and light. She opened to him, not caring if he thought her wanton. She craved his strength. He gave her his tongue, and she let him part her lips, a burst of mint tingling on her taste buds as he licked at her. She moaned, the sudden urge to climb up his body and wrap her legs around his waist making her shake. He let go of the bar and closed both hands around her, one slipping down to her ass, the other to her neck to anchor her head. She gasped and arched against him as he gripped her hair hard, then he leaned back. Tessa opened her eyes, confused. Why did he stop? When he glanced over her shoulder Tessa knew.

“Parker,” she breathed, astonished. Her best friend pressed against her back. She could smell him, sandalwood and vanilla, the scent of home. What was he doing here? This wasn’t her normal dream. And Parker was her friend, not her lover. He slotted up against her, and the confusion gave way to shock. His cock was hard and hot, and he knew how to use it. He pressed the length of it into the cleft of her ass, rubbing against her like a cat in heat. Her arousal spiked again, and Tessa blushed. What was she doing? He was six years younger than her. The brother of her dead husband’s best buddy. It felt wrong to even imagine this possibility, but dream-Parker didn’t know that, or care. Her forearms itched again, and Tessa resisted the urge to rub them against her friend as he breathed on her neck then kissed right below her ear, his full lips teasing her skin. She trembled. What should she do? His warmth felt divine yet foreign. Startlingly hot and unfamiliar. Tessa stared at the stranger in front of her, wondering what was going through his mind. Most men would be angry, jealous, but the man’s eyes were half-closed and dark with his arousal. He didn’t look upset. Tessa knew he could also feel Parker’s cock because his fingers flexed on her ass right next to it. Then Parker kissed her again, dragging his tongue along her neck, and the stranger shivered, very deliberately rolling his hips into her body, pressing his own hard dick into her stomach. Tessa gasped, trapped between them. She was terribly aroused. Terribly confused. A trickle of moisture slid down the inside of her thigh. When the stranger moved his hand, she felt his thumb slip between her ass cheeks and rub against Parker’s cock.

“Jesus.” Parker shuddered. Tessa didn’t understand what was happening. She could barely stand up. If the two men hadn’t been pressing into her so firmly she would be on the floor of the train. What a strange dream this was.

“Jared.” The stranger cleared his throat, the tone husky. Sexual. “Not Jesus.” He smiled at Tessa then his gaze shifted to Parker. “My name is Jared.” Then he bent his head and kissed Tessa again, rubbing his lips against hers. She strained against him but couldn’t move. Parker slid his hand around her waist, then lower, holding her immobile. Jared broke off the kiss, panting. Tessa realized that Parker was moving his knuckles against Jared’s cock. What the hell? Parker wasn’t gay. He wasn’t even bi. Her friend was as straight as they came, yet here, in her dream, he caressed another man’s dick as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

“Parker?” Tessa felt her hands clench into fists, one in Jared’s hair, the other in his shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Tessa.” Parker groaned and shoved his cock against her even harder. Tessa stumbled but didn’t go far as Parker tightened his grip even more. In the darkness of the train car, Tessa could see a young woman watching the three of them from her seat, the cool glow of her phone illuminating her face. She grinned as Tessa flushed, giving her a thumbs-up before she keyed off the display, plunging the car back into total darkness. The grumbling of the other passengers barely penetrated the haze of sexual yearning in Tessa’s mind. She needed more. She was so hot. When Parker bit the side of her neck, she groaned quietly and yanked Jared’s mouth back down, licking at him as though he was her favorite flavor lollipop.

“Tessa, oh my God, don’t stop,” Parker murmured, salving the sting of his bite with his tongue. She didn’t. She kept on kissing Jared, sucking on his tongue, nibbling his lush lower lip with total abandon. The more she kissed him, the more her arms ached. She didn’t care who heard her. She could smell the heat of him, the musky sweetness of mint mixed with rain and trees and everything wild. Parker thrust against her again then abruptly pulled back. She tore her mouth away from Jared, trying to catch her breath. What was he doing? She almost cried out at the loss, but then she felt Parker’s fingers fumbling with the zip on his jeans.

“Parker, shit,” Jared whispered then he, too, lifted away from her. Tessa reached down and unbuttoned his pants before he could get to them. She opened the placket and dipped her hand inside. The head of his cock peeked over his boxer briefs, hot and sweet. Tessa’s mouth watered, but before she could shove his underwear down, Parker lifted her dress and pressed his hot erection against her bare skin. She shuddered, and Jared gasped as her hand tightened against him.

“Harder, Tessa. Like this.” Jared pushed down his briefs then rearranged her fingers around his dick. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against Parker’s broad chest, knowing he’d keep her safe.

“Touch him, Tessa.” Parker nosed the base of her ear. “Flick your thumb over the head of his cock.” Tessa obeyed, loving the way Jared trembled as she slid her fingers over the pre-cum on the tip. She felt Parker lift her dress higher, higher, pulling it off and over her head, then suddenly she was naked in a train car full of people. She froze, Jared’s dick in her hand and Parker’s slipping between her ass cheeks.

“Shh, it’s okay, Tessa,” Parker soothed. “Look.” Tessa opened her eyes. The train was empty, lit only by the dim emergency lights over the door at the end of the car. They were alone. How? Why? She didn’t understand what had happened to the other passengers, then Jared thrust his cock into the circle of her fingers, jolting her back to awareness. Oh. It’s a dreamI can do anything I want. She released Jared, ignoring the way his cock immediately bobbed up hard against his stomach, and brought her thumb to her mouth. Jared’s nostrils flared as she licked his slickness off her finger. He tasted so sweet. She knew he wanted her mouth on him and abruptly dropped to her knees.

“Tessa, what are you—” Jared began but immediately broke off as she licked the sweet drop of pre-cum from the head of his dick. She savored the taste. Was that a hint of mint? Jared shivered as she looked at him, the delicious pink head of his cock so pretty she couldn’t do anything except give in to her urge. She slipped him into her mouth and sucked. Jared’s breath hitched, and she felt his legs lock as she tongued over the head and down his shaft. He tasted like night. Like a run in the woods just before it rained. What the hell? She slid back. He tasted like a wild forest. She struggled to understand why she was thinking such things, but when she looked up, all coherence fled. Jared had his hands on Parker’s face. His thumb dipped just inside her friend’s mouth. Parker looked like he’d been struck dumb.

“Parker?” Tessa asked, standing up. The men made room for her against them, but Jared never released Parker. Her friend shivered, and she ran her fingers through his honey-blond hair. So soft. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. When Jared touched his lips to Parker’s, she felt her friend freeze for just a moment before he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste. Jared opened his mouth, and Tessa stared, fascinated as their tongues met. A drop of moisture slid down her leg, and she couldn’t help sliding her hands down to touch herself. Her clit throbbed. Then Jared moaned brokenly, and Tessa glanced down. Their cocks were touching. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

“I’m going to come if you keep that up,” Parker muttered, his voice shocked. Tessa slid her fingers around her clit, groaning. She leaned against Parker. He pulled away from Jared, panting, then he looked down her body. Tessa knew her nipples were erect. She rubbed against his arm, savoring the warmth of his skin against her sensitive breasts. Suddenly, Parker seized her by the wrists. She shuddered as he pulled her hand away from her core and manhandled her onto one of the empty seats. Jared dropped to his knees as Parker urged her legs up, open. Tessa blushed. She could smell herself. She knew she was wet. She knew they could smell her, too, as Jared stopped moving in and abruptly squeezed his dick at the base, closing his eyes. He looked like he was about to faint. Or come.

“Tessa, oh my God, I had no idea.” Parker knelt down next to Jared. “You are so beautiful.” He slid his palms up her thighs, gently hooking her left leg over his shoulder. He glanced at the dark-haired man then lifted her other leg up onto Jared’s shoulder. She was completely exposed, her pussy wet and desperate for them. Tessa bit her lip. She knew she was blushing. She’d never been in this position before. She trembled as Parker leaned in, his breath warm against her clit. “I’m going to lick you until you can’t remember your name. Then I’m going to suck you until you scream.” When his lips touched her, Tessa went rigid. The pleasure was insane.

“So gorgeous, darling. So beautiful…”

She knew Jared was talking to her, too, but the sensation of Parker’s full lips against her soft folds turned her brain to mush. She was going to come. She needed to come. Her arms were killing her, itching and aching, but she couldn’t concentrate long enough to see if she’d hurt herself. She tried shoving her pussy at Parker, but he backed away every time she moved, evil man. She groaned as Parker flicked her clit with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer but never letting her fall over.

“Parker, oh my God, please, please, please,” she chanted, thrashing her head. She felt warm hands on her thighs, and then a strong finger sunk into her body, and she gasped, pushing down, needing more. She couldn’t believe it was Parker down there, her best friend, giving her such incredible pleasure. Her much younger best friend. And Jared was right there with him. Parker licked at her again, making her body clench.

“Shh, it’s all right,” Jared said, stroking her thigh. Parker paused. Tessa opened her eyes to see what was happening. She knew Parker had one arm around her leg. What she didn’t expect to see was his other arm wrapped around Jared’s neck. When Jared leaned in and kissed her friend, Parker moaned. The finger in her body eased in and out, bringing her perilously close to climax even without touching her clit, and she suddenly realized that it was Jared who had his hands on her pussy. Before she could really focus on that thought, Parker tore his mouth away from Jared and dived back into her, licking up and down her center as though he couldn’t get enough. His stubble scraped her labia, just on the edge of pain, but she didn’t care. When Jared added another finger, Tessa felt tears slip down her face. Her fingers and toes were numb. She couldn’t think straight, couldn’t control her limbs or the sounds coming out of her mouth. She was so close.

“Don’t stop, oh God, please don’t stop,” she cried, trying to wrap her legs tighter around her men, but Parker and Jared held her immobile. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything except lie there and take the pleasure they doled out. She had no control over them. The only thing she could control was how much she wanted to give in. The deepest part of her told her in no uncertain terms to give them everything, and Tessa, God help her, obeyed. She let herself relax and trust them with everything she was. Parker smiled, and Jared’s face softened. She tried to smile back but couldn’t manage it. She’d surrendered, but that didn’t mean she was calm.

“Deep breath, Tessa,” Jared said then, his voice warm and heavy, and she trembled. He slid a finger over her wetness, teasing her, then moved down to her ass. When he began fingering at the tiny pucker between her cheeks, she lost it, her body spasming as he slipped inside, fingers filling her up everywhere. Parker leaned back in and sucked her clit. His tongue felt like it was rubbing circles into her soul. She may have screamed or moaned, but she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. Her climax crashed over her like a wave of darkness, the way the sun suddenly disappears and night falls when you least expect it. She smelled moisture and heat and the sweet, sweet scent of male spunk right before she collapsed, boneless. When she opened her eyes an eternity later, she realized it was morning. She was lying on her bed, sweaty and sticky, with the covers tangled around her feet. Her arms itched abominably, and someone was pounding on her door.

Teaser! Dream Marked 4 in progress

dream marked 4 teaser

How many of you are waiting for me to write the fourth book in the Dream Marked series? If you are, you’re in luck. I’m working on it right now!

Here is a little teaser from what I’ve done so far with Dream Marked 4 (unedited, rough draft):

Sparrow knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was: President Morgan Wilde. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. Intelligent.

What Sparrow could not figure out was what he was doing in her dream. She wasn’t one of the groupies who flocked to the White House trying to get a glimpse of the youngest President ever elected. So what if he was handsome? Powerful? Sparrow wasn’t the kind of woman who wasted her time mooning after an unattainable prize. She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed a man to complete her. So why was she dreaming about him again?

They were somewhere dark. The back of a limo, driving at night. Like usual, her arms itched and she rubbed at them. It didn’t help. It never did. Morgan knew her head hurt, too, and sometimes he’d press on her temples, trying to fix it, but not tonight. This time was different.

They had to be quiet. There were people everywhere. There were always people around them: the driver, his protective detail, random people trying to get a glimpse of the man behind the dark windows. Even so, she couldn’t quite stifle the moan of pleasure dancing through her body. He lay over her, warm thigh between hers. He’d rested his face in her neck as though for protection, from what she didn’t know. She didn’t care, not right now. Every time he breathed out, his mouth tickled the spot right beneath her ear that drove her crazy.

“Kiss me,” he murmured, hands busy at her breasts. Sparrow carded her fingers through his thick hair, reveling in the way the soft strands felt against her skin. He was large and warm and infinitely arousing. She shivered as he thumbed over a nipple.

“Kiss me,” he asked again, and of course, she couldn’t deny him anything. She kissed his hair, head tilting to the side, and a flash of light caught her eye. Someone else was in the car with them. Her heart rate sped up. Morgan heard, he had to have, because he froze, then rolled over, his thick cock pressing against the soft line of his dress pants. Sparrow swallowed, looking down the line of his body. When she looked up, her eyes stopped at the far end of the car.

Across the seat, another man sat, face shadowed.

“Who are you?” Sparrow asked, breathy with a mix of need and shock. For some reason, her arousal was even worse now. She bit her lip, trying to control it, but it spiraled out of her grasp.

“Who are you?” Morgan rasped, the rough tone of his voice telling her that he was near the edge and just as desperate as she was. She glanced at him, startled to find him clenching his fists. She could tell he liked what he saw. Liked the long, muscular thighs and shadowed contours of the strange man’s chest. Sparrow held her breath, waiting for the answer.

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Tango Trio

Tango Trio is on sale at BookStrand right now as a Retro Release. Do you like shifters? This is the shifter novel for the series. It has bonding, telepathy, and three people who can shift into big cats:

Tessa never expects to dream about two gorgeous guys making love to her on the train. She certainly never imagines they might be real men. Or that one of them is her sexy friend Parker and the other their insanely hot dance teacher, Jared. She definitely doesn’t anticipate the three of them bonding and fighting enemies desperate to steal their blood.

If you’d like to try it out, go to BookStrand now and buy it for only $2.99! Don’t worry, you don’t need to have read the other books in the series to enjoy this one.

Bodice rippers had lame and pointless covers

Remember when bodice rippers (aka romance novels) actually had bodices on the cover? Remember when they were actually ripped off by the hero in chapter two? Yeah, those were the days. NOT.

Think about it. Who is the audience for romance novels? Yup, you guessed it: women. Mostly straight women who aren’t particularly interested in looking at other chicks (usually ones who are younger and skinnier than they are). So why in the world did all those awesome books of the past (and some not so past) have pictures of women and bosoms on the cover? I dunno about you, but um, where were all the hot men?

Fast-forward to NOW.

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I think people have finally caught on. Yay. I have to admit, I’m partial to Evernight Publishing’s covers. When I’m desperate for inspiration, do you know where I go for help? Click HERE.

Write more books (preferably ones that don’t suck).

I hate ninety percent of the books I read. Yes, yes I know: hate is such a strong word, it’s all a matter of opinion, what’s good for the goose isn’t always good for the gander and other clichés, but whatever. Most books suck. (Either that or I’m terribly picky. The queen of finicky.)

Some are so bad I give up in the middle rather than slog through the whole thing. It’s as if the words on the page got together and decided that it would be fun to torment the reader: hackneyed dialogue, passive voice, adjective abuse. Sometimes the main character is so hateful or stupid or whiny I want to punch him or her in the nose.

Some are just meh (my vocabulary word of the week). My younger teen uses it to describe school. My older teen uses it to describe his younger brother. I also saw it in a book review recently. It’s the new “whatever.” It’s the kind of word that says: I didn’t have the energy to throw this in the trash so I might as well finish reading it. Meh books comprise the biggest portion of my ninety percent.

Some books are so godawful that I actively despise them. These I usually finish just so I can knowledgeably diss them to any friends/family/victims who happen to wander by. I say stuff like: OMG did you read [insert book title here]? It was WRETCHED. The heroine was a dog-walker who fell for her cousin’s meth addict half-brother/stepson! They boinked in the back freezer of a butcher shop in between sides of COW! (I try to make sure my voice grows more shrill with every phrase so as to press upon my listener the complete hideousness of the book.)

I’ve been reading for four decades (yes, frightening, I know) so I’ve read a LOT of horrible books. At some point I said to myself: honey, it’s time. Write a book and see if you can do any better. Since that elusive ten percent of absolutely brilliant writing happened so rarely (novels which are so excellent I cried with envy and despair as I read each delicious word), I decided I should write my own. I would write the book I wanted to read.

Uh-huh.

That didn’t go so well, as you can imagine. Do you know how difficult it is to avoid passive voice/hackneyed dialogue/adjective abuse? Filter words exist solely to pop up in the middle of any paragraph I write, laughing and giving me the finger. Then there’s the length issue. Do you have any idea how long an average novel runs? 50,000-60,000 words. Do you know how long I can sit still? [Insert unintelligible vocalization of derision here.] At one point I almost resorted to stapling my ass to my chair. I gave myself little rewards: chocolate if I finished a chapter (this did not help the size of my butt), more chocolate if I finished two chapters (butt still spreading), and chocolate with caramel if I finished three (yes, I know this is the opposite of what I should do if I want to be physically functional but too bad-I don’t need to walk to write). Eventually I got the hang of it and published some novels.

Unfortunately I still have the original problem: most books suck. Most books will always suck, especially those that seem fun to read at first. They will suck giant ass rocks and they will suck tiny little turds of poo. They will suck until the sun explodes and our planet collapses into a heap of molten carbon (at which point I’ll be like: Whoa. Fireworks. Then I will consume my body weight in chocolate until I explode. I mean, what the hell else is there to do when that happens?)

There’s only one solution to the “most books suck” problem: write more books (preferably ones that don’t suck).

 
Of course, I’m sure there’s someone out there who thinks my books suck.

 

 

That’s ok.

 

 

No, really. They can go write their own books.

 

That don’t suck.

 

 

 

Me? I’ll be eating a ton of chocolate while I type happily into the sunset (which looks really, REALLY BIG right now. And HOT. Um.
WTF?).

Tis Done. . . TRR Erotic Romance Madness Hop

The Romance Reviews Erotic Romance Madness Hop is now complete. That is the hat into which I placed the names of those people who came to visit me here in my humble abode. Yes, I used a literal hat to pick the winners. No random number generators or dancing around my computer chanting or any other such nonsense for me, oh no—I went old school! I picked the names from a hat! My new hat; the one that’s supposed to keep the sun off my neck (but I don’t know if it works because I haven’t worn it yet). Drumroll please. . .

The winners of my giveaway are:

Lacey T — winner of the Dream Marked series set!

Sue Sattler — winner of Risk Is A Four-Letter Word!

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The Romance Reviews Erotic Romance Madness Hop!

(ETA Monday: I’ll be notifying the two giveaway winners sometime tomorrow! There’s still time, if you want to get your name in the hat!)

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The Romance Reviews Erotic Romance Madness Hop

Click the button! Hop somewhere fun!

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It’s finally time! The Romance Reviews Erotic Romance Madness Hop is upon us!

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Where: Here, at The Romance Reviews, and various blogs. Click on the button above to go to a random participating blog! (Because it’s a HOP. Get it? Hop to a random awesome place).

Duration: May 10-14. No need to try and visit all the blogs at once. Space yourself out!

What: Each participating blog will be giving away free stuff, showcasing a favorite novel, and The Romance Reviews is giving away stuff too.

My novel showcase: Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland

My giveaway: I’m giving away a Dream Marked series set: one free ebook of Appassionato, Tango Trio, and Love Storm to one lucky commenter. The runner-up will get an ebook copy of the first book in my Four-Letter series: Risk Is A Four-Letter Word. All you have to do is leave a comment and your name will be in the running. On May 14 I will choose a winner at random and then a second name as runner-up.

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Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland

buy link: Amazon, Ellora’s Cave

author website: http://www.samanthawayland.com/

When I read a novel, I most enjoy those with an exciting plot (explosions are a plus), character development that knocks my socks off, and/or superpowers (I read everything from sci-fi/fantasy to murder mysteries). When it comes to erotic romance, I adore sexual tension. Unresolved sexual tension is the ultimate romance candy: characters who are crazy for each other but aren’t together yet for some reason makes my imagination tingle.

Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland has so much of this kind of tension that I broke into a sweat halfway through the first chapter. I couldn’t put the book down. I had to find out what happened. I read the entire thing in an emotional frenzy–it took about three-four hours. I read it so quickly not because the novel is short (the print version is 314 pages), but because I refused to budge until I’d consumed it whole.

The novel opens at a club where long-time best friends and police officers Patrick Brown and Brandon Barrett have gone to see the band on stage that night. Amusingly, that particular evening is when the bar caters to the local gay crowd. Since nothing in this kind of book ever goes smoothly, of course Brandon is harrassed by an ugly biker dude who won’t take “not interested” for an answer. Patrick, the straight guy in this particular duo, decides that kissing his bisexual best friend would solve the problem. After all, if he and Brandon are “together,” the ugly biker dude would leave them alone, right? Little did he know that one kiss would rock his entire universe.

Much soul-searching and self-reevaluation occurs in the next few chapters. Patrick had no idea he was attracted to Brandon. Brandon agonizes over the situation because he’d been nursing a crush on Patrick for years. Then, just when I thought Ms. Wayland had milked the sexual tension to completion, in walks Destiny. With the addition of a third into the already volatile mix, the tension ramps up to steamy levels. Destiny is just what the two men need to help them come to terms with their growing attraction. It doesn’t hurt that she is as much a friend to each man as they are to each other. It also doesn’t hurt that the three of them truly fall in love in a realistic fashion. As a heroine, Destiny definitely holds her own with both men. She turns what could have been a major mistake for the men into a passionate affair involving all three main characters equally.

Happily, the rest of the novel details the trio’s growing emotional commitment to each other without ever lapsing into unemotional sexual acrobatics. The sex is inventive, hot, and the key to understanding their growing love for each other. Destiny Calls is a satisfying romance, complete with a delicious happy ending. The conflict is believable, the dialogue is snappy, and the characters likeable. This is the book that put Samantha Wayland’s name on my must-buy-everything-she-writes list.

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Just finished Love Storm

Well, sort of. I wrote it, revised it, and just now I sent it in to the publisher. If I’m lucky, I’ll hear back from them in a few weeks with an acceptance. Given the way their schedule looks right now, I’m guessing it might be released in April or May 2012. I’ll have to do edits in the next few months before it comes out. Cross your fingers for me!

 

In other news, I’m thinking of writing a stand-along menage novelette. Something around 30K. If I can come up with some ideas for characters and plot, I’ll let you know how it’s going.

 

Also, I just got word that Tango Trio will soon be available in paperback! W00t! Here is the link at Amazon. There is no buy button yet, but I’m sure it will pop up there soon. I can’t wait to get my hands on a paper copy. And neither can my mother. LOL.