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Menage Me This…
by Lila Munro
When I first started writing, I never conceived that I would cross any of the invisible lines I had set up for myself. You know the lines I’m talking about right? The first line was…oh, I could never type P-U-S-S-Y…nope neeeever!! Okay, three weeks later you find yourself looking out of one eye doing that very thing. Then you think, oh, I could never put her on her knees in front of him---eeekkk!! That’s just too close to that line. Before you know it a few weeks later you’ve not only got her on her knees but her hands are tied behind her back and they’re playing oxygen deprivation games. :)
Gee, what’s left right?
Plenty apparently. There are whips and floggers and blindfolds. And crops and anal plugs and spreader bars…oh, yeah. Plenty. It took me all of less than a half-dozen releases to cross over into the realm of BDSM. I had arrived. What else was there? I felt like singing along with Peter Gabriel…Big Time!! Then wouldn’t you know it, my characters once again became restless…I gritted my teeth and held off. They are not winning. I kept telling myself that like it was a mantra. I would shout at this newbie muse that had arrived.
“Go away, Bronwyn!! Arwen and I were perfectly normal until YOU got here.”
Then my hands would go over my ears and I’d stomp away only to look up and the little vixen would be standing right in front of me with an e-veel grin.
“What do you want now? I’ve beat my characters, I’ve tied them up. They are probably afraid to surface around here. Now what?”
“They need more players.”
“They. Need. More. Players.”
Was she actually demanding I cross another freaking line? But of course she was. Constantly luring me, taunting me to leave my comfort zone. Fine! After a few more of her pokes and prods, she won. I wrote a short story ménage piece.
I went back to life as normal. General contemporary romance, some erotic, and of course a steamy BDSM piece. I was really beginning to like that stuff. Then wouldn’t you know it…Bronwyn started tapping her little booted foot again. Ga-reat! What now?!
“There’s this woman named Zoey, yeah, and she has it bad for her three best friends from childhood…yeah, Dane, Jack and Ryan….”
I used to think I had all these invisible lines, and I would NEVER cross them…so much for lines. After I submitted Three for Keeps to editing, I went back to Assumed Identity, an unfinished WIP, and lo and behold, Bronwyn started pushing me toward another one. You won’t get any same sex romance in that one, but don’t hold your breath for future works…she’s really pushing her luck…
BLURB / Three for Keeps
Zoey Matthews is in love. She’s been in love since the day she was dropped off by a social worker at yet another foster home on a back country road miles from nowhere, Missouri. At age ten, she met the men of her dreams. Over the course of sixteen years, Dane Cardwell, Jack Devereux and Ryan Wilkins fell in love with her, too. They’ve each told her they love her, they’ve shown her and each man has gone so far as to ask her to marry him. But what they don’t know is Zoey loves them all.
Her game of kiss and not tell all comes crashing down around her the night of her graduation from veterinary school and Zoey runs for the mountains. Of Colorado. Hoping to outrun her obsession with three men and forget them all together, she stays gone for ten years. But the wound has never healed. In fact, it's done nothing but fester. Needing to clear the air, Zoey agrees to spend a few days back home with the boys never imagining it would turn into a week filled with comparison sex as Dane, Jack and Ryan each try to get Zoey to choose between them and their varied tastes.
When she finally tells the truth, a truth only one of them has known all along, Zoey fears the foursome will never be able to make a sharing relationship work. After all, aren't there just too many personalities and desires to sort through? Add in the kink factor and things get really complicated. Zoey’s not convinced the truth has any merit, but there's one thing she knows for sure…this time she's playing for keeps.
“Honey, are you okay?” the attendant asked, leaning over and shooting her another one of his smiles that should have melted Zoey’s panties, but didn’t seem to spark even the tiniest flame.
“Fine,” Zoey assured him. “Just waiting for the rush to die down.”
“It’s dead. You’re the only one left.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Zoey’s chest tightened and a thin sheen of sweat broke out over her as she jumped up and in the process of scrambling to get her carry-on out of the overhead compartment forgot she’d unzipped it earlier to retrieve her Kindle. One good yank and the bag flew apartt, contents spewing everywhere. “Shit,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“You’re a wreck,” the attendant told her. “Sit, let me help.”
Zoey sat once again and put her head between her knees as a wave of nausea overtookher.
“Just what’s waiting for you in the Ozarks anyway?”
“Not what, who,” Zoey offered, seeing the man on all fours stuffing her toothbrush back in her bag then reaching under the seat across the aisle to grab…oh hell, it was John-Do.
“Well, is who a woman or a man that hasn’t figured it out yet?” he asked, holding the pink rabbit up before carefully tucking him in her bag and zipping it securely.
“Men,” Zoey confessed. “They thought they had it figured out, but they didn’t and probably still don’t.”
“Oh, I see. Well, honey, if I were one of them, I’d off the others for a chance at you.”
“That’s the problem. I can’t settle for one and I can’t have them all.”
“Interesting.” He stood and held out one hand. “May I escort you to the terminal? I gotta see the source of your frustration.”
Zoey stood, slung her Vera backpack over her shoulders and tentatively stuck her hand out to let the attendant take it. For some reason she had the preconceived notion he’d have a weak grip, but she found quite the opposite to be true. His hand held hers with a firm assurance that settled at least two of those damn bats. She allowed him to help her up then clung to him as he led her down the ramp with her bag in his other hand. The closer they got to the end of the tunnel, the quicker her breath came.
When they emerged, Zoey blinked under the fluorescent lighting and looked around never letting go of her savior’s grasp. Then there they were and she was transported back ten years. Dane Cardwell, Jack Devereux, and Ryan Wilkins. Her heart sped up and blood rushed to her center, warming her and sending a tingle through her very soul. With her eyes as big as saucers and her mouth hanging in a perfect O, she chanced a glance at the man at her side to discover he was smiling over clenched teeth. It was then she realized she was clutching his hand until the circulation was probably cut off.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Not a problem,” he returned in a low voice. “I take it those are the men?”
Zoey nodded, still staring into his eyes.
“Well, let’s give them a reason to reconsider your stance and perhaps pull their heads from their asses.”
With that the man sat her bag down then bracketed her face in his smooth palms. Not what she was used to in a man. The men she usually allowed to touch her had callous roughened hands from the brute work of running ranches and the grueling life of riding rodeo. Before she could protest, he lowered his head and licked a tantalizing line across her lips then closed his mouth over hers. Dear Lord, the man could kiss and it seemed to go on forever. His wet heat mingled with hers until she was light-headed and the sound of three distinct throats being cleared interrupted their interlude.
“It was a pleasure, honey. I hope we see each other on your return flight,” he whispered across her cheek while running his thumb over her now swollen lips before letting her go and walking away.
“What the hell was that all about, Zoey?” Dane nearly shouted. Odd, they hadn’t seen each other in years and they'd only spoken a few times over the phone, yet he still exhibited that signature possessiveness over her.
“What’s it to ya, Dane Cardwell?” she shot back with one eyebrow cocked. “I’m all grown up now. I know that’s probably hard to fathom, but I am.” Zoey crossed her arms under her breasts and pursed her lips.
“It didn’t escape my notice,” Ryan said, eyeballing her from crown to toe. He was always the analytical one yet somehow managed to make decisions on a dime that made sense and worked. “Is that a tattoo?”
Zoey glanced down and smiled. Her tank top had ridden up over the edge of her low-slung jeans and the hummingbird she’d had inked along her pelvic bone just under her belly button was peeking out, it’s beak buried in a morning glory.
“Yes, it is.”
Jack grunted and fisted his hands at his sides. He’d never been long on words and was better at showing than telling. As short on words as he was at times, however, he was the one that had called and talked to her the most in her absence.
“Aw hell, Zoey, you’ve not changed a bit,” Dane finally said, pulling her pink John Deere cap up off her forehead a bit before wrapping her up in his arms. “Look at you, still so beautiful. Welcome home.”
“She’s obviously changed some,” Ryan said, still staring at her. “What the fuck, Zoey? A tattoo? Levi’s? What happened to Wranglers? Are those Lucchese ropers?”
“Yes, yes and yes,” Zoey said, pulling away from Dane and looking at Jack who had yet to utter a single word. “Did you expect me to stay frozen in time, Ryan? I do run the rodeo circuit. You know, with cowboys, cowgirls and livestock? Great time of day, what would you have said if I’d shown up in full rodeo queen regalia complete with a Resitol? I bet you’ve all changed some, too. Jack?” She took a couple of steps toward him with her breath stuck in her throat.
“Goddamn it, Zoey,” he said with a hitch in his voice. “I didn’t think we’d ever talk you into coming.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Destiny’s Fire, Salvation, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon series, the Slower Lower series, and the Identity series. She’s a member in good standing of RWA and Passionate Ink. Currently she’s working on sequels to several series to be released throughout 2012. And has a brand new line scheduled for winter 2012-13. Ms. Munro also works as the VP of Business Affairs for Rebel Ink Press. She loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted via her website http://realmanticmoments.blogspot.com or through Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Lila_Munro You can also contact her via email at firstname.lastname@example.org For more information about Rebel Ink Press please visit their website at www.rebelinkpress.com
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