Romances For More

New Release - Cornflower

2011-07-03T09:33:00.000-05:00

Blurb:

Max and Erin escape to their cabin for a weekend of fun and games. While in the midst of she's injured. Max insists they take a break, but when games resume, the out of control fire within her disallows her to use the safe word. When he sees the tears, off comes mask, the restraints and slave jewelry. Will they be able to get past the betrayal of trust? [BDSM]

Excerpt:

She heard the whir and crack about the time it hit her ass.

“Stop!”

She was too close to stop. The whip came again and air whooshed from her lungs. She pressed her hips into the leather, trying to grind her nub against it. Again the tail hit its target. She rose up, and then down. “Give it to me,” she begged.

Nothing. A moment later, she heard the latch release and her arm moved. She watched him kneel on the side she faced. His expression smoldered with darkness. He moved her down so her hips hung off the end of the bench and straps came around her thighs, holding them open. Again he bound her arms then walked away.

“Count!” he ordered.

The whip cracked and snapped across her ass. “One,” she counted and relaxed her cheek into the bench.

By the time she hit twenty, she wasn’t sure if the fluid coming from her was an abundance of cum or she emptied her bladder. What she did know was that if he didn’t help satisfy her soon, she was going combust.

“Status, love?”

“Rosy,” she moaned.

He came to her and undid the straps. “On your back!”

She shook her arms out, wincing. Carefully, she turned onto her back and placed her arms over her head for strapping from the end of the bench. Sudden vibrations rolled across her g-spot. She bit her lip and tried to hide the orgasm, but her body didn’t cooperate. Shudders swept through her body followed by convulsions and uncontrollable moans.

In spite of it, he secured her in much the same manner and wasn’t gentle. He had a right to be angry with her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She closed them so he wouldn’t see. Her damn shoulder wasn’t going to disrupt what he had in store for her. She wanted the punishment he would put upon her for coming without permission. Darkness covered her eyes. She was thankful for blindfold.

He ran cold metal over her lips.

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Have A Fantastic Day!

Bekki

Contemporary romance with sizzling sensuality

http://bekkilynn.net/.

http://bekkilynnsplanet.blogspot.com

Need a Helping Hand

2010-12-29T12:46:00.001-06:00

Recently, I had a conversation with a friend. She was bummed.

Depsite what I hear around the horn in the writing community, I've not yet talked with anyone else outside it who backs up their claim that women fantasize about being with two or more men. In fact, what I come across in real life or forums is that women and men are more into wanting to add a woman to their bed to further please their significant other.

Most of the married couples who feel they are secure enough search for a woman who will go both ways. If the woman is married, they'll consider allowing the husband to join in.

This particular friend was upset, because she wants to bring one of their fantasies to real life. They get off on imagining 'her' in bed with them. She loves what it does to him. Loves what it does to her.

And yes, most couples have these fantasies and would never consider making them a reality. However, they often talk about it when they aren't under the influence of passion. He's always been agreeable.

I smiled to myself. She's not been married as long as I have and hasn't learned that most men will agree with their wives with or without really hearing what they are saying.

When she approached the subject during breakfast the other morning, he gathered her in his arms and told her he would never ever cheat on her. She tried to explain to him that if they both agreed, it's not cheating, it's consenual and acceptable. He remains a firm no.

What is she to do? She feels betrayed. Their lovemaking has suffered as they no longer play the game.

I suggested dropping the subject verbally. Then with a sly smile on my face, told her to buy mulitple partner books with enticing covers and leave them laying around, but not too noticeably. Partially cover them with a magazine or newspaper. You know, don't do anything that could be contrued as a way to get his attention as that never works the way you want it to.

She liked that idea, but there's a problem. Everything she's finding is multiple men with one woman. Weeding through them to find the obscure is exhausting and frustrating. Believe me, I know what she means. I usually give up, because I get weary of page after page of what's popular to find what I prefer. Like her and so many others, while we do read a variety of romance, we want what feeds our fantasy. Why are we being denied?

We'd appreciate a helping hand in locating f/m/f romance books. Sites or links to lead us to them.

Thanks,

Bekki
http://bekkilynn.net/

A Gift For You

2010-12-01T00:01:00.001-06:00

For the month of December only, you can purchase Jackie's Boys for only 99cents - that's fifty percent off. Simply put in this code when you're ordering. ZA77P.

BLURB: Jackie's used to the antics of her husband, Lenny, and his twin brother, Randy, but this time they decided to include her in their latest bet. She had forty-eight hours to figure out which one of them she was married to. However, she decides to turn the game around on them by following through on a long-time fantasy to have both brothers at the same time. [Menage a trios]

Reviews:
3 Cups - Coffee Time Romance, Regina - Jackie’s boys is a very sexy, but sweet ménage a trois love story. It is very erotic, and I liked how Ms. Lynn set up the encounter between Jackie and Randy. Ms. Lynn also did a great job of showing how while the two brothers may look alike, they each have their own different personalities. This is a very hot and enjoyable read that is worth adding to anyone’s book collection.

EXCERPT
Jackie looked up when the guys came into the living room. Letting her eyes roam over one, then the other, she grinned. "A wet t-shirt contest? Why wasn’t I invited?" Sauntering across the room, she said, "Guess, I'll be the judge." She ran a finger up their chests, flicked viewable nipples as she began to put her plan in motion. "Mmm, I think this shirt is wetter." Digging her nails into the material, she ripped it open, giving the chest an appreciative look. "Yum!" She looked over at the other twin and winked. "I think this is going to take some real studying, some hands on for me to know absolutely who is who." She pulled the man with the ripped shirt closer and kissed the parted lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He tangled with her until she pulled away. Bringing Randy’s lips to hers, she ran her tongue over them. They both tasted alike–dinner. She lingered before slipping into his mouth to give her husband a moment to grasp where she was going with this. Randy sucked on her tongue, pulling on a nerve deep within her bringing hot need straight down into her clit. She pushed him away before she ruined her own intention. He certainly hadn’t lost his touch, nor had her body forgotten how he commanded it. She eyed Lenny, who watched her with no obvious clue to give away who he was. But, she knew. Looking from his glazed eyes to the matching set of his brother, she took a step back.

Smiling, she rested the tip of her tongue on the roof of her mouth, studying the speechless boys. "I’ll be waiting." Without hurry, she went down the hall to the bedroom, stripped, then stretched out on her stomach. Shame she didn’t have a camera recording their reaction.

With raised eyebrows Jackie watched the doorway, wondering where they were. Had she ruined their plan, and hers? Or, were they in the mist of their infamous rock-paper-scissor game to see who came first. If they tied as they often did, she hoped they’d say to hell with it and both come. "Please, please, please, let both of them come," she prayed as she dropped her chin on the bed.

Happy Holidays!

Bekki
http://bekkilynn.net/

One Four All - Julia Barrett

2010-09-29T08:00:00.001-05:00

As Julia Rachel Barrett, and Julia Barrett, I write erotic science fiction, paranormal and contemporary romances for Resplendence Publishing, Siren, Logical Lust and Cobblestone Press. In my other life, I write nonfiction. If you ever find me sitting in one place, it’s because I’m reading or writing.

I attended the University of Iowa as a creative writing major. Later I returned to school and became a Registered Nurse. You know, gotta make a buck! I am proud to admit that I was born and raised in Iowa, but I’ve lived, camped, hiked, traveled all over the United States and Israel. I am married with three children, a new puppy, two cats, two birds and two very lucky koi.

I like nothing better than to be out in the fresh air with my boys – hubby and dog! I’m a sports fanatic and I love riding horses – used to own three. Ten years ago, I lost my wonderful cutting mare to laminitis. I haven’t found a horse that can replace her. She was my best friend ever.

I come from a long line of amazing cooks – one of my great-great grandmothers was a chef to the Hungarian Royal Family – a fun day often involves creating a perfect meal. So I am all about food and fantasy and obsessive exercise – so I can eat my favorite food, chocolate!

My most recent release is One Four All, a menage with Siren Bookstrand.

Please feel free to visit my website to read about all my releases. I love to hear from readers! I can be reached at Julia@JuliaRachelBarrett.net

Blurb: One Four All
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M]

Lira Pakan, heir to the Throne of Zhinshu, has vanished. Her zealots gather along the border with the neighboring state of Khubuk, awaiting the outcome of her father’s pleas to the World Court.

Captain Tanner Kepp serves in the elite Special Forces of Khubuk. When the captain is ordered to choose two men to accompany him to Land’s End, an isolated compound on the maritime border between Khubuk and Zinshu, the last thing he expects to find is the missing princess.

Captain Kepp, Arms Master Cer Watso and Sergeant Redda Till realize they must rescue her and avert all out war.

The princess, however, has other plans. These men can be more than her rescuers. According to the law of Zhinshu, she must choose three men as consorts. Her people say: “one to guard the right hand, one to guard the left hand, and one to guard the back, always.”

Excerpt: R-rated

“Speth,” Kepp called out. “Hold up a second.” The guard stopped but refused to turn around. “Where are the emergency exits?” Kepp continued, “I can’t believe that staircase is the only way in or out of this place.”
Impatient, the man sighed and faced them.

“We entered through the main door and climbed the main staircase. There is another entrance through the kitchen and a set of servants’ stairs. That will be how you enter and exit the premises. After I show you to your suite, I’ll give you a tour of the areas you’ll need to become familiar with. Do not assume for one minute that you’ll be allowed to roam free. You’ll go where I say, and you’ll follow my instructions.”

If Kepp had been a dog, every hair on his body would have stood on edge at that moment. In the thick silence that followed, the two men faced off. Red and Wat reached for their knives.

Kepp’s words, when he finally spoke, were clipped and tinged with menace.

“General Battarq asked us to leave our platoon to do this job. Your master,” he spat the word, “came to camp to speak with me himself this morning. Now, either you and your men stay the hell out of our way, or we radio for air transport out of this fucking place. That heli-jet can turn around and be here in ten minutes. Have I made myself clear, Mr. Speth?”

The other man paled but didn’t back down. He opened his mouth. “Fuck you.”

“Wrong answer,” said Kepp, and his big fist nailed Speth in the jaw, slamming him into a closed door. The door crashed open beneath his weight, and the man fell onto his backside into the room beyond.

“Fuck me,” hissed Wat.

“Fuck me, indeed,” added Red.

Her back to them, a woman rose from a pool of steaming water sunk into the floor of the room. Kepp noticed a number of things about her all at once. Her movements were as graceful as those of a ballet dancer, her ass was wondrously round and shapely, and that same ass, along with her lovely, slender back and shoulders, was covered with wide, purple bruises. Without a hint of embarrassment in her posture, the woman turned to face them. Kepp sucked in a breath at the sight at those high, pert breasts with their puckered rosy nipples, and he muttered a prayer that his army fatigues were baggy enough to cover the size of his sudden erection.

A small woman came running from an adjacent room, carrying a flimsy wrap of some sort. She handed it to the taller woman, but it was too little, too late. The gauzy wrap stuck to her wet, naked body like a second skin. Kepp, along with Red and Wat, who had crowded into the doorway beside him, had no difficulty viewing every single inch of her long, lithe frame.

“Why does Mr. Speth lie on my floor?”

“What?”

“Mr. Speth.” She motioned with a graceful wave of her hand. “He lies there, bleeding.” And she smiled.
Kepp looked down at the prostrate man. He’d forgotten all about him.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t…” Kepp lifted his eyes. “Who are you? And who the hell beat the shit out of you? Pardon my language, ma’am.”

The woman glanced from Kepp’s face to Mr. Speth and back again. Kepp felt as if he could read an entire world in that one look. Before she had a chance to answer, the guard lurched to his feet.

“Mrs. Regnan,” the man growled, holding the back of his hand to his bleeding mouth, “and she fell down the stairs yesterday.”

“Isn’t that always the story,” commented Red, staring daggers at the guard.

“Tell them,” Speth ordered.

“You always speak to your mistress in that tone?” asked Wat. “Secretary Regnan know how disrespectful you are to his wife?”

“I’m not…” the man muttered, “I’m not the one throwing punches and knocking down doors.”

Kepp walked forward. The woman clutched the wrap with her left hand. She didn’t wear a wedding band. He reached for her right hand and clasped it in both of his. She squeezed back with surprising strength.

“I’m Captain Tanner Kepp, ma’am. This is Sergeant Redda Till and Arms Master Cer Watso. We’re from the Seventh Squadron, and we’ve been assigned to protect you in your husband’s absence.” The woman shook hands with both Red and Wat.

“Protect me from what?” she asked, a hint of warning in her voice.

“Perhaps we’re here to see that you don’t,” Kepp cleared his throat, “fall down the stairs again.” He watched the woman close her wide, gold-brown eyes, and he could feel her inner struggle. When she finally opened them, the pleading she radiated pierced him to the core.

“Thank you, gentlemen. I’m sure my…my husband will be pleased by your concern for my well-being. Where are you to be housed?”

“Next to you.” Speth’s voice sounded harsh. Kepp saw him jerk his head at the smaller woman, and she ran to fetch a towel from a neat stack on a table. Speth grabbed it from her and pressed it to his bleeding mouth. “That way, they’ll be able to keep an eye, uh, it will be easier for them to protect you, Mrs. Regnan.”

Kepp watched as the woman’s delicate, pink tongue flicked out to touch the tip of her teeth, and his lust for her flared in tandem with his fury at whoever had beaten her. Mr. Speth stepped between the woman and the three soldiers. The woman backed away, and over Speth’s shoulder Kepp watched her disappear into the adjoining room. She walked with dignity, hips swaying gracefully despite the pain he knew she must feel from the beating. The shorter woman followed, closing a door behind them.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/one-four-all

Julia
http://juliarachelbarrett.net/

We're Open for Business

2010-09-17T12:57:00.000-05:00

If you'd like share your writings, why you write what you do or simply brag a bit, feel free to schedule a date email at romancesformore@gmail.com

Bekki
http://bekkilynn.net/

Writing the Alternative Relationship

2010-09-08T19:19:00.004-05:00

Right now, I have one alternative story published, but it's not the first I've written.

Several years ago, I wrote a story and second followed then a third and natually a fourth. The series is set around and on an Air Force Base so when a secondary character in the second book revealed to me that she's lesbian. I thought, all right. It's a great addition to the war between women and the military which is the basis of the stories. So, in book three magic brought another secondary character who was a perfect match for my 'don't ask-don't tell' senario. The entire series fell into place so easily.

Book four isn't entirely complete as yet, but I found myself in a bit of pickle writing love scenes with two women. Back then I had no idea whatsoever how relationships worked between two women as partners. Seriously, women and their hormones, moodiness - there had to be fire among the bedroom heat. Only I wasn't feeling anything but love with these two women. I did the best I could and when more and more stories came along with information appeared on the internet, I was thrilled to see I wasn't off, but it gave me resources to enhance what I've written.

More recently, in book three of a series where the first two books are published, I found myself writing m/f/m and m/m sex. I had moments of doubts, moments where I sweated it out. And in book four, which is partially written, I returned to a f/f relationship.

In my quest as a writer, I wanted the relationships to be realistic, middle of the road and engaging. I feel relationships between same sex partners is really no different than male-female. All the same feelings and reactions are there, maybe a bit more intense and possibly tricky at first since two male or females have more insight to what the other wants and needs than most male-female senarios. I think the key for me was doing what I do with all my characters - get into their heads and bodies.

What do you think? How do you handle your characters? Any advice for others who might be thinking of trying their hand at it, but haven't taken the step?

Bekki
http://bekkilynn.net

Berengaria Brown's Carnal Connections

2010-09-03T08:00:00.002-05:00

What do men want?

Answer? Not much different from women. They want love, respect and someone to believe in them. But, and there always is a but, they’re more direct in their needs and desires. Sex is like breathing. They want hard and rough and hot. The partner who can take all that and more is their ideal.

Writing the male POV? Think of the men in your life. The man you love. The men that drive you mad with their grunts and unwanted opinions. Then think of the man who beds you and makes you scream with pleasure because he knows exactly what you want and need. Think edgy, hard and possessive. Think need and tenderness.

Men. They're complex. To write from their perspective? A real challenge. Nothing is worse than reading a male/male book where one of the characters’ names could be changed to a female name and the story wouldn’t change at all. But written with understanding? Ahh the best romance and hottest sex ever.
Hi I’m Berengaria Brown and my male/male/male story, “Carnal Connections”, released from Breathless Press on 27 August.

I am a multipublished author of erotic romance and have books out that are contemporary and paranormal with a few historicals coming later this year. As well as MF and MMM I have FF stories and quite a few MMF ménages. You can find out all about me and my books at:

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.webs.com/

Now, here’s a taste of “Carnal Connections”.

Warning: ADULT Excerpt:

Ithiel was woken the next morning by the very energetic Toby. He threw the comforter off, and lay across Ithiel’s and Jason’s legs—his mouth, teasing from one cock to the next.

"Oh yeah. This is the kind of wake-up call I like," Ithiel said, thrusting up into Toby’s mouth.

"Mmmrf. Two hot cocks. How can that be bad?" Toby transferred his mouth to Jason's cock.

"God yeah, but we could do this better as a team," replied Jason, sitting up. He moved to show them his idea.

Very soon, they were arranged in a triangle of overlapping limbs: Ithiel’s mouth filled with Jason’s cock, Jason sucking Toby, and Toby licking Ithiel’s balls.

Ithiel continued to torment Jason while his fingers ran through Toby’s blond locks. Then someone’s hand started playing with one of his nipples and Ithiel’s brain began to fry from the heat of the moment. He concentrated on scraping his teeth gently over the head of Jason’s cock. Gradually, he withdrew his lips, sucking as much of the length as he could deep into his mouth, then relaxing the back of his throat to take the entire cock in his mouth. He slid his hand from Toby’s hair to his chest and gave a sharp pull on the nipple ring.

"Ahh," Toby gasped.

But it was so hard to concentrate when Toby was running his tongue under the sensitive ridge of Ithiel’s cock. Fingers were rolling his balls. Another hand was pinching his nipple.

Shit. I’m gonna come!

Blurb:

Ithiel meets Jason and Toby at a wedding, and a night of hot passion follows. But what will happen the next morning?

Jason is darkly handsome and delicious. Toby is quicksilver lightness and fun—and Ithiel wants them both. But can three men form an ongoing relationship, or is one night all they will ever have?

For more details about “Carnal Connections” go to:

Buy link: http://www.breathlesspress.com/erotic/carnal-connections.html

Book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bC91VdS-5R4

Berengaria Brown
http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

G W Pickle's A Vampire's Love

2010-09-01T06:00:00.000-05:00

There's not much behind the story to tell about "A Vampire's Love". My first book (non erotic,SF / Space Opera) "SENTI, Book One of the Jackwill Chronicles" was with an Erotica E book publisher (who is now out of business) They told me they accepted my MS because they wanted to try to expand into other areas of publishing. My book did not do well. I felt bad and decided to write and erotic romance to make up for the first. I was about fifteen thousand words into the story when they went out of business. So I stopped working on it. I found a new publisher for my first book and it has done a lot better. I found a new web site for authors and readers, XoXo Publishing. I was impressed and joined. I got to know them and entered some of their contests, shared stories and recipes, and felt this is really a great publisher. They publish all genres, but their main thrust is erotic romance / erotica. So I started working on my Vampire erotic romance. When I finished, I asked the XoXo if they could recommend two or thee beta readers. I didn't want to use my previous beta readers. since this is a new genre for me and I do live in a small conservative Texas town. The critiques came back with glowing comments and suggested very little changes. I submitted my edited MS and it was accepted and XoXo Publishing released it on July 5th of this year. I was surprised at how easy they were to work with and the cover art is fabulous.

How I came up with the story? I wanted to write an erotic romance and thought that no other genre said erotic romance better than Vampire. I read several current vampire romances, by different authors to see what was out there. I decided to create a vampire that made sense. I took what the legends said the could and could not do and explained how that could be without resorting to magic or being agents of the devil. I also wanted the human element, to me a vampire is an enhanced human with special needs. The two most important needs are a pint of blood a few times a month and sex at least every day or two. So in a nutshell, my Vampires can go out in the sun on a limited basis with protection, they have enhanced senses( hearing, sight, smell, touch), very strong, heal rapidly, can regenerate body parts that have been cut off, live for centuries, rapid reflexes, can move extremely fast, can eat garlic, wear silver, go to church and worship who ever they want to worship, and get married. They do not get sick, have a hard time getting pregnant(if they do, the fetus is either still born or reabsorbed into the females body. Research is being done to solve the problem of delivering a live baby. The only way to kill a vampire is to give them vampires blood, cut off their head, totally burn the body, or stake them out naked in the sun, not letting them have blood or sex. FYI, a stake to the heart or a silver bullet will kill most people, a vampire will usually survive these types of attacks. As for blood, a vampire requires a pint of blood every two to four weeks, unless there is an injury or the vampire is under a lot of stress. A vampire can use bagged blood from a blood bank, but they prefer fresh. The body releases special hormones during sex and sex is required to rejuvenate the agent in their blood, that makes them vampire. To a vampire, sex is sex, it doesn't matter if it's a man or woman. Oh one important thing, The vampires special abilities are dependant on hormones. If a child is turned, the child won't get most of the abilities until puberty.The health benefits are from the start, as is increased intelligence. The strength and speed is acquired after they have sex for the first time. After they have sex, they must continue to have it or die, just as if they don't get blood. On a side note, the donor( the person a vampire takes blood from) does get some benefits. Their saliva contains a watered down version of the vampire agent. It won't turn the donor, but it will cure some things and alleviate most of the pain or symptoms for a few weeks in others.

An excerpt:

Allie. All I know is I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m afraid, afraid that something will happen and take you away from me, like what happened to Tessa. Now what’s your secret? You’ve stalled long enough.”

“Okay Bryan, you’re right,” I say as I reach for my drink and take a couple of sips. My hand shakes slightly as I return the can to its former resting place.

Bryan takes my hand and asks, “You okay? You’re not going to tell me you’re terminally ill and only have a few years to live? Look, whatever it is we’ll get through it, together. Or was what we just did your way to say goodbye, to soften the blow?”

“No, no, Oh god, no nothing like that, Bryan. Look, remember when you confessed to me that you secretly wanted to be a vampire and I laughed at your reasons?”

“Yes, but what has this to do with you saying yes or no.”

I hesitate for a moment then blurt out,” I laughed at you, not because I thought it was stupid. I laughed because I am one. I am a real vampire.”

“You’re what?” he shouts, as he stands and looks me directly in the eyes. “Are you on drugs or something? Have you lost your ever-loving mind?”

“No, I’m not on drugs and I’m not crazy. I’m a vampire. Think about it, Bryan.”

We hear the front door open and my mom and dad call out, “Allie, we’re home.”

Bryan rushes out of my room and down the stairs. He runs into my father at the foot of the stairs. I hear Bryan tell Dad through labored breaths as he holds on to the rails for support, “We need, to get Allie, to a shrink, and fast.”

I’m now at the top of the stairs and say, “Dad, Bryan, you okay?”

Bryan repeats himself, “Mr. Vargas, you need to get Allie to a shrink fast.”

Dad asks Bryan in a calm soothing voice, while looking up at me, “What makes you so sure she needs psychiatric help?”

I can feel the calming effect of the pheromones Dad is releasing. Bryan’s voice sounds calmer as he answers, “Because she just told me she was a real vampire.”

Dad helps Bryan up and suggests, “Why don’t we all go into the dining room and talk? Beth will you get us some tea?”

Mom nods and disappears into the kitchen while the rest of us make our way to the dining table. Once seated Dad asks, “Bryan, why would Allie tell you such a thing?”

“Sir, I asked Allie to marry me three days ago. She told me she needed to think about it. This afternoon she said she had to tell me something before she would give me an answer. We went up to her room and she told me she was a real vampire.”

“And so you think Allie is crazy?”

“Mr. Vargas, in LA I was into the punk rock scene, the occult, werewolves and vampires. I tried pot once and didn’t like it. I’m not into drugs at all. I don’t even smoke. For a short time, I thought I wanted to be a vampire. I thought it was cool how they could morph into bats and wolves and do all kinds of neat things like in the movies.

My Mom moved us here to get me away from the gangs and that kind of influence. Now Allie is telling me she is a vampire. What else am I to think, sir?”

Mom sits a tray filled with glasses of ice and a glass pitcher of fresh brewed peach tea on the table. She stares at me as she pours the tea and goes back to the kitchen. She returns with a tray of finger sandwiches. “Bryan,” she says while still looking me. “I caught most of what you said. I like you, Bryan. I like your honesty about the use of drugs and think you would make Allie a fine husband. But there are a lot of things you don’t know or fully understand.” Mom reaches for a glass of tea and a small sandwich then gives me a knowing smile. By the look in her eyes, I sense Mom knows or at least suspects what Bryan and I did.

“Bryan,” Dad continues. “Beth is trying to say that what most people know or think they know about vampires and werewolves are pure fiction, all Hollywood. Myths and legends based on false rumors and information.”

“Based on false information? How do you know this, sir?” Bryan asks.

“Allie, what all did you tell, Bryan?” Beth inquires.

“Mom, all I said was that I was a vampire. That’s when you came in the house and he bolted.”

“Bryan,” Dad says in a stern voice. “I want you to listen to what we have to say. I trust that you will not tell anyone. I mean no one else about what we’re about to tell you. Will you do that?”

Bryan looks Dad in the eyes and thinks for a moment. Sweat starts to form on his forehead. There is a slight quiver in his voice as he answers. “I can do that… sir.” He swallows hard then clears his throat. Beth offers him a glass of tea. Silently, he thanks her as he takes a long sip before he continues. “It could hurt Allie if I do say something, right?”

“Very much so, Bryan. It would hurt her and a lot of other people as well,” Beth replies.

“Then you have my word, I won’t tell anyone, ever,” Bryan swears, sitting upright in his chair and placing his hand over his heart.

Dad continues, “Bryan, first let’s start with some myths about vampires.” Bryan nods okay. “The first myth is that Vampires are demonic. We are not agents of the devil. We came from a race of people from a distant galaxy.”

“We… you mean you are all vampires?” Bryan asks nervously.

“Yes Bryan, Beth and I are both vampires. Now don’t go getting scared on us. You’ve known us for six years and we haven’t harmed you. Have we?”

“No,” he answers slowly.

“And we won’t,” states Beth.

Bryan blurts out. “But I thought that sunlight killed vampires and they slept during the day and drank blood from people’s necks at night and that their main purpose was to create more vampires.”

“All those are false except the sunlight,” Dad replies. “However, it takes a lot of direct sunlight to fall on a naked vampire to do him in. With proper clothing and lots of sunscreen, the average vampire can survive in normal sunlight.”

“What’s the deal about the blood?” Bryan counters.

“Yes, we do need blood,” Mom answers. “We also need regular food. Jim, why don’t you tell him our history? The super short version.”

“The super short version” Dad replies. “Okay Bryan, a long time ago when man was emerging on this planet, a starship landed on Earth. The travelers called themselves vampires and were sent to help primitive species evolve. They became the gods of our myths. The vampires needed servants so they transformed regular humans into vampires by giving them some of their blood. The vampire blood rewrote the human DNA. It made them smarter, faster, stronger, but not quite like the masters. The big difference is they needed blood every fourteen to twenty-eight days because their bodies couldn’t produce enough red blood cells.

The masters stayed for centuries until man had grown to where they no longer needed them. Because of their need for blood, the masters left the human vampires behind. Most vampires chose to continue to help mankind, a few decided not to. Over time, we’ve weeded out the bad ones.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that vampires came to Earth, created a new vampire race to help mankind, and left?” asks Bryan.

“That’s right,” Mom answers.

“Okay, that explains the vampires,” Bryan says. “What about Allie? How did she become one? You said she was special.”

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Have Some Fun With Jackie's Boys

2010-08-29T22:26:00.000-05:00

What a fun story to write!

This wasn't the story I started out doing for this genre, but I found the story I was doing too much for a short. I'm so glad that happened, because I love this story. I didn't at first, because I really didn't know what I was doing in writing a short menage. Generally, you want all three point of views, but there's simply not a lot of room in a ten thousand word story. At least for this inexperienced short story writer. I actually left it all in the heroines pov, which I normall cringe at. And, I don't generally have a sense of humor, much less write it, but these twins pulled me into their antics and made it too easy.

Jackie's Boys was included in a recent anthology release. I've since revised it and wa-la! It's out as a solo.

Blurb:

Jackie's used to the antics of her husband, Lenny, and his twin brother, Randy, but this time they decided to include her in their lastest bet. She had forty-eight hours to figure out which one of them she was married to. However, she decides to turn the game around on them by following through on a long-time fantasy to have both brothers at the same time. [menage a trios]

PG Excerpt:

She was picking beans to can and freeze when chatter had her looking over her shoulder. "Morning, lazy-butts!" she called out.

"You’re the farmer."

"You were raised in the country." They stood barefoot, wearing identical black shorts, not that it mattered. She wouldn’t know who she was bantering with if they wore different colors.

"Can we help?"

All right, what were they up to now? "Sure, you can." She looked around to see what would be safest for her vegetables. "You can pull weeds in the corn rows. You know, the dirt path between those rows of tall green stalks."

"Ha ha."

"I’d put shoes and shirt on, gloves wouldn’t hurt."

They came down the row behind her and picked her up by her underarms, letting her feet dangle.

"Hey, guys! I’ve work to do if you want to eat this winter. Len, don’t you have to work today."

They set her down on the patio sandwiched between them. The one behind her moved the lose strands of the hair and started kissing her neck. "I wouldn’t do that if I were you," she said about the time he started sputtering.

"Damn it tastes like—"

"Bug spray. Part of my gardening attire.

"Ok, fine. How long before you wash it off?" The man in front of her asked.

"When the work is done." She walked over to the ledge near the kitchen window and picked up her gardening cologne. "I’ll be done sooner if you help." They held out their arms, allowing her to spray them down.

She watched them approach the corn, eye it, look at one another then they took opposite ends of the twenty twelve-foot rows she planted. They got down on their hands and knees and started pulling. It was all she could do not laugh her ass off at the site of two grown men crawling around in the corn. They didn’t have to, but she decided to let them punish themselves for a bit. She returned to the beans, listening for grumbles.

"This is going to take a week."

"Yeah, well, you have the softer end."

"No, you do. Let’s switch."

She smirked and watched them trade places, not ready to end their suffering.

"Man, the weeds are cemented in."

"Told you."

"Trade back."

"No"

Jackie rolled her eyes and relented. She stood and went over to the shed where she pulled out two hoes. Walking over to the corn, she stood for a moment eyeing their asses. She whistled and they both looked around at her. "Nice view, sexy, I call a tie at ten." She tapped the tools on the ground. "This is what I use to weed. I’m pretty sure you were brought up to use them, too." They all but ran to her.
Each man grabbed one, kissed her on the mouth and muttered, "Ten and a half," as they walked away.

Laughing, she returned to the beans to finish her last row for the day.

When she reached the end of the row, she realized she hadn’t heard a peep from the guys in a while. She went along the corn until she saw them. They worked fast having done a little over half between them and the work was passable. Satisfied, she hauled the bushel of beans to her outdoor sink, uncovered it and started filling it with water before dumping the beans in to wash them. As it filled, she did what she often did on bean pickin’ day, she stripped out of the clothes and stood under the outdoor shower to wash the sweat, repellant and itch away. The cold water felt wonderful on her heated skin, caused as much from the guys’ near nakedness then sun beating down on her. Without drying, she pulled on a smock top which once belonged to her mother-in-law. It covered her ass and that was all she needed as she washed the beans and picked off the ends. She had two tubs to put them in as she did. One for the ones she snapped for canning, the other for ones she left whole for the freezer.

"Hey, tryin’ to distract us?"

She grinned. "Get back to work."

"I did my half." He stood under the shower with his shorts on. "You always run around naked."

"We’re in the country, no two-legged neighbors," she said, watching the water run down his chest. "You’re distracting me. Why don’t you go in and turn the burner on under the black kettle?"

He came over to her, dripping and put his arms around her. "Since we're distracted, I think we should do something about it."

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