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   Instead of a new read, here’s a bit from my still unfinished menage’, Trois in Treble. The pic totally fits this scene!

Eli was the first one to wake after the two of them had fallen asleep on the couch. They were in the same position; him lying on top of Rafael. They hadn’t even cleaned themselves up.

Eli stroked Rafael’s face gently, admiring the chiseled features of his friend. Rafael was by far the best looking man he’d ever seen or known. Now, Eli wondered would their relationship progress the way he wanted it to. He loved that they’d taken the first step by doing this.

He hoped there was more to come.

Lightly, he kissed Rafael’s lips before reaching for his cell phone on the coffee table in front of him, looking at the time on the LCD screen. “Guess I better call in then…” The time was six o’ seven a.m.; the scheduled time was nine. He knew his boss wouldn’t be too happy he wasn’t coming in knowing that his counterpart was on vacation. At the moment, he really didn’t care. All of what mattered right now was underneath him.

The job and the band be damned.

Eli pressed the numbers, calling his employer. “Hello?” His boss answered after three rings. “Hiya, yeah um. I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it in today, George. What? No, I’m not feeling too good. I may have eaten something horrible last night and my stomach’s in knots. Uh huh…”

As Eli continued to talk on the phone, Rafael stirred. Eli noticed he opened his eyes. While he traced Rafael’s nose and mouth with his nails, they exchanged smiles.

“Mhmm…well, I think I should be okay by tomorrow. I’ll let you know.”

Eli winked at Rafael before his friend pulled him by the hair again to cover his lips. Eli’s boss was still speaking, his morning wood straining against Rafael’s body. “Fuck…” he mouthed to Rafael. “Um, okay then. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Eli didn’t hear a word of what his manager was telling him.

Rafael leaned forward, making a trail of kisses on Eli’s neck.

“Bye.” He hurried, pressing the disconnect button before he’d said or done something to tick his boss off. He knew the abrupt hang-up would’ve prompt questions.

He’d deal with those later. “Rafael.”

“Good mornin’.” Rafael rubbed Eli’s neck making him lose focus. “We need to talk, Eli. Let’s shower, have some breakfast, and chat, okay?”

Eli grinned. All the affection Rafael showed pointed to a possibility that he’d become more comfortable with their relationship or at least, he hoped so.


Here’s another sip from my MMF Living in the Now from Naughty Nights Press!

  Blurb: A story about three people searching for love in the most unconventional way. Bryan Finley and his partner Damien Earley would like a third in their relationship. While Damien is on a business trip, Bryan meets Mara Devine, a sultry sexy vixen who’s insatiable and wants the same. Damien has other thoughts in mind but Mara does everything in her power to turn the tables in her favor.

The m/m scene with Damien and Bryan

All Romance E- Books




“Ooh, FUUCCCCKKKKK…” Bryan yelled at the top of his lungs. Damien intended to make his lover feel good. He’d just given him a rim job that left him breathless. “Damiiieennn…Oh shit…”

Damien rose from his kneeling position and removed Bryan’s ankles from his shoulders. His breaths quickened. “You liked that didn’t you? I know you missed me.” Damien planted light kisses on both of Bryan’s inner thighs, coupled with soft licks. The tangy taste of Bryan’s flesh electrified him.

Bryan wrapped his legs around the designer’s waist. “I did…and…I know you…”

Immediately, Damien covered Bryan’s mouth with his own.

“Won’t let me forget you.” Bryan tightly gripped onto the stronger man’s back.

Damien rubbed his erection against Bryan’s hardened vessel. He leaned in and cradled Bryan’s face in his hands. “Of course not.” Quickly, he shifted and took hold to both of their shafts, rubbing them together. Damien ached to be inside Bryan. His nipples stiffened and his groin filled to the brim. He devoured Bryan’s lips again and forced his tongue inside. “I love you, Bryan Finley.”

He tugged on Damien’s hair and pressed into him. “I love you too.”

Damien would do everything he could to ensure their part of the relationship was intact. This was a huge step for the man, over two decades older. Allowing Bryan to bring another into their relationship, especially a female, could be a huge turning point or a detriment. Only time would tell.


Although Damien did everything he could to convince Bryan to stay home from work, he went in any way as scheduled finishing all the work and then some for Monday’s meeting. He promised Damien he’d come home so they could spend the rest of their Valentine’s Day together and enjoy a quiet romantic dinner.

Once Bryan returned home, the scents of freshly baked fish greeted him. Damien was a magnificent cook in and out of the bedroom. He was the perfect man for Bryan and often he wondered why he’d put up with his wishy washy attitude for so long. Damien could get any man he wanted, who didn’t desire another woman to be part of a polyamory. Instead, he chose Bryan Finley and for that, he was very grateful.

“Smells great, babe.” He slid behind his lover, wrapped his hands around Damien, and squeezed tightly.

“Doesn’t it? I prepared it because of the occasion and it’s your favorite.” Damien moved slightly to continue cutting some vegetables.

Bryan lightly kissed the side of his face. “God you’re amazing, so perfect at everything, you know? What would I do without you?” While he tweaked Damien’s nipples through his shirt, Bryan rubbed his crotch against Damien’s backside.

“Dunno,” he shrugged, “I guess you’d be eating out every night or fixing TV dinners all the time.”

“You know what I mean…” he chided and placed his hands on top of Damien’s to stop him. “You’re the perfect partner. Sometimes, I dunno how you put up with me.” He leaned his chin on the stronger man’s shoulder.

The designer turned to his partner and pulled him close. “Cause you’re worth it, that’s why. However, I have to think. If you say all those things about me being so great of a man, why do you need a woman, huh?”

Why do I? Why wasn’t Damien good enough to make him make up his mind about his orientation? With women who looked like Mara walking around, it was virtually impossible. The attraction to females remained; it just wasn’t as strong as the need for a man.”Babe, listen, I get what you’re sayin’ it’s just that−” Bryan bent his head to touch Damien’s. “I just love the way a woman smells, feels…it’s somethin’ I can’t deny, love.”

“Maybe I should become one.” He cocked an eyebrow.

“No, I like you just as you are. Damien, this will be a fun experience for both of us and−” he paused, not really wanting to cast doubt but he put it out there to encourage his partner. “Besides, even if it doesn’t work, we’ll still have each other, right?”

“Yes we would, and don’t you ever forget that. Now, go clean up so I can finish dinner.”

Bryan chuckled and lightly kissed him on the lips. “Okay. I’m starved too for some food and some lovin’ honey.”

“And I’m just about ready to give you both, love. I’ll make this a Valentine’s Day to remember…I promise.”


Good morning! Ah I love some sultry, romantic music. Yep, I’m a sap. I have some Kenny G in my collection and this is a fave to listen to when doing an intense and sexy scene between characters. Soft candles, music with a moonlit backdrop…

With Brendan watching his every move, Latte set the mood for the evening, lighting candles and opening the curtain to allow the moonlight to shine in. Sounds of smooth jazz – soft drums and saxophone played in the background; he’d grabbed some fruit from the fridge for them to enjoy while they took pleasure in one another.

He set the tray down and held a strawberry between his teeth as he crawled the length of the bed like a wild cat stalking its prey. He offered it to his boyfriend, who smiled and pulled him down to share the delicious red snack with him. Brendan took a bite before he opened his mouth wider to suck on it some more. He dragged his hands downward, grabbing Latte’s butt and pinching it hard.

Small drops of juice ran from the corner of his man’s lips while they continued to share the fruit and a kiss. Latte pressed his hardened muscle against Brendan’s crotch, feeling his natural release leaking from the slit. The pressure mounted in his groin and while they finished the fruit, he reached in between them, gripped both their shafts together, and pumped them in unison, causing both of them to cry aloud. Latte rubbed the heads of both, mixing their pre-cum. Latte’s breaths turned into pants, and beads of sweat formed on his brow.

“Davori, fuck me, please!” Brendan yelled at the top of his lungs and spread his legs wider.

Hearing his plea, he smiled, reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the latex packet along with the lube. “I definitely am, love.” He licked the side of Brendan’s face, tasting the remnants of the strawberry while he sheathed himself with the condom. The last time, he’d wanted to make love slowly, and a part of him still wanted that, but urgency had overtaken the need to make it last. They had the whole weekend to set a more methodical pace. Right now, he ached to get in between those lily white thighs and fuck his lover as if there were no tomorrow.

Brendan’s chocolate brown pools met Latte’s gaze as he rubbed the head of his covered cock against the crevice of his ass. He gripped the back of his neck and wrapped his legs around Latte’s waist. “Don’t be gentle, Davori…” his breath hot on his lips as he spoke.

Latte responded by easing his dick just inside of Brendan’s tight canal. To stretch him, he moved slightly, before thrusting vertically. Their tongues met in another embrace and he bit the tip of Brendan’s lightly. Once all the way in, he retreated before slamming into him as hard as he could. His lover groaned and dug his fingernails into his back. “Faster baby, God I want you to pound my ass, make it hurt!”

Latte loved when Brendan called him that and talked dirty. Again, he pushed into his lover while sucking his bottom lip. In moments, he built a rhythm and Brendan moved with him as he contracted his muscles. The feeling of those nails spurred him on even more.

“Yes Brendan!” The energy ran through him again before heading straight for his groin, which was full to the brim. He sensed himself ready to explode, and he nuzzled his nose into Brendan’s neck, smelling the sweet fragrance of his cologne and body wash. “Oh fuck, I love you baby!” Never had Latte felt so in love with anyone during and after sex. He truly enjoyed the moments they had together and knew he’d found his soul mate.

Brendan Walsh was indeed the one he’d been looking for all his life. By the grace of God, he’d finally received what he’d prayed for.




Brendan clenched his buttocks while he clawed Davori’s back. He gritted his teeth and continued to look at Davori as the other man pounded him into the mattress. The pressure in Brendan’s gut rose; his skin flushed and felt too hot to touch. In the arms of this man, he’d turned to a puddle of goo, and usually this would alarm him but with Davori it felt different. “Davori, yes, don’t stop!” He’d never been so excited about having sex, but with the hunky barista it was so much more than fucking. It was love, pure and unadulterated, something he’d never experienced before. No one better to be with than Davori, and leaving Walsh Corporation to be with him was undoubtedly worth it. “I love you, Davori.” He’d said it so many times before and now that Davori meant it when he said it, he couldn’t have been more content.

“I love you too, baby.” He slowed his pace and captured his mouth in another hot kiss. Brendan sensed the latex expanding down below and he grabbed on tighter to brace for their simultaneous explosion.

One more push and Latte cried out, claiming his lips once more. Brendan reciprocated and held onto him. Both trembled slightly from the energy exchanged during their lovemaking. Brendan released his mouth and buried his head against Davori’s neck, nibbling on his throat where he smelled the strong scent of cologne on honey-colored flesh. Once he’d made a mark, he sucked the same spot, and rubbed the back of his head. He held on tighter, as if Davori was a life raft. In a sense he was, since Brendan hadn’t even thought to come out before the two of them got together.

Brendan’s coffee man gave him strength and that wasn’t just because of the great Latte he served – in the coffee shop or out.

From Smooth Like Latte


OOh I think this man is awesomely hot!

I have a story for him too. Someone with a wild side you’d never suspect. I haven’t figured it out yet but when I will, I’ll let you know!

Naughty professor? Book worm by day, stripper by night?



I’m at Dawn’s Reading Nook today!

Please drop in and see me!


Oh I love Sting and the Police. This song reminds me of a story I wanted to write about a model being stalked by a photographer and his desire to kidnap him. Hmmm… Eerie I know… That story was inspired by one of my fave models.

I actually tweeted him about it last year and he said he wanted to see it. ;P One day I’ll write it for him!

Good morning!

I love showing off pics of my muses and this one is yet to come.

Don’t have a title just yet or even a name but I have an idea for a football story and Albert Hollis, fmr footballer is my main character.

Of course it will be an interracial m/m. Now if I can get time to write it!



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