Laughter, Lovers and Friends: Quickie Peeks into Favorite Scenes by Author May Water

Once again I’m happy to welcome Siren author May Water to Behind Closed Doors. Her bilovable series featuring Molly Doll and her polyamorous lovers is menage at it’s finest…and funniest. Several readers have voted on their favorite funny lines from all four books in the series and May has been kind enough to share them with us today. Just a reminder that this website contains very graphic, explicit material that should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.  By reading any further, you agree that you are over 18 and have been warned that the content within could be considered offensive to some people. 

Now let’s take that sneak peek into all four of May’s menage and more books from Siren Publishing.

   “You go all day barely saying a word, and then you see a candy shop and go off like an alarm,” he mumbled. “And stop sticking out your tongue, or I’ll have to put it to better use.”

     She turned her head and stuck her tongue out again. This time she moved it in a very vulgar manner. “Yeah, go on and try, pretty boy,” she said saucily.

     He pinched her buttocks, which caused her to jump in her seat. “I’m surprised your teeth don’t rot from all the candy you eat,” he remarked as he gazed out the window.
     “I only eat it on special occasions,” she snapped.

     Michael turned and arched an eyebrow at her. “I saw you eating some the other day. Are Wednesdays special occasions now?” he asked with a slight grin. Molly laughed out loud.

“You go all day barely saying a word, and then you see a candy shop and go off like an alarm,” he mumbled. “And stop sticking out your tongue, or I’ll have to put it to better use.”

     She turned her head and stuck her tongue out again. This time she moved it in a very vulgar manner. “Yeah, go on and try, pretty boy,” she said saucily.

     He pinched her buttocks, which caused her to jump in her seat. “I’m surprised your teeth don’t rot from all the candy you eat,” he remarked as he gazed out the window.
     “I only eat it on special occasions,” she snapped.

     Michael turned and arched an eyebrow at her. “I saw you eating some the other day. Are Wednesdays special occasions now?” he asked with a slight grin. Molly laughed out loud.

 “What the hell am I going to do?” he asked softly. His blue eyes glistened with tears. She was suddenly very frightened. He scooted back, leaned his back against her bed, and bowed his head. When he raised it, he locked eyes with her. He licked his lips and gulped before speaking.


     “Moll, I fucking love you,” he said softly. Then he bent his head and rested his forehead on his fingers which formed a temple. Molly’s heart jumped in her chest, and her pulse quickened. Those were the words she had always fantasized him saying to her. Well, not the “fucking” part, but it was close. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” she cried out. Michael nudged the door closed with his foot and then flung her over his shoulder. She laughed out loud as he carried her up the stairs.
      “I’m here because I miss my wife! And my wife’s wife! Evan is parking the car in my mother’s driveway. Jess went with him. Thank god my mother hired that neighborhood boy to keep it shoveled,” he said.
      Once they got upstairs he carried her to the bed and plopped her down. Immediately he shrugged off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Molly laughed out loud and sat up quickly. He kept unbuttoning with one hand and shoved her back down with the other. He grinned at her while he undressed, his eyes never leaving her. Very quickly he was totally nude. His athletic frame was oh so appealing and his luscious cock stood at attention. He was about to climb on top of her but she held her hands to block him.
      “At least shut the door,” she hissed. Michael sighed, pecked her forehead, and hopped up. She admired his tight buttocks and strong back as he strutted to the door. She heard him talk to the puppy before closing the door.
      “Sorry, little Mikey, you can’t come in. I’m going to bang Mommy,” he said in a very sweet voice. Molly laughed out loud when he pounced on the bed and began tugging off her nightie.
      “Aw, it took the little guy all that time to make it up the stairs, only to be told he can’t come in,” she teased.
     “It’s big Mikey’s time to come in—inside of you that is. Ooh flannel. Very sexy,” he teased as he yanked the nightgown over her head, causing gooseflesh to cover her arms. He blew raspberries on her belly and nipped her breasts playfully. Molly couldn’t stop giggling.

Molly bent over the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide. Jack sidled right up behind her and pressed his hard bulge against her bottom. A finger dipped into her wet hole, and she heard him suck it. Then he smacked her ass quite hard. The sting made her squirm with excitement.
     “I want to spank your tender ass until you beg for me to fuck you. I want to make you scream,” he said with a growl.

     “But the cupcakes, they’ll burn if I don’t get them.” Molly’s jaw dropped at his words. When he pulled away, it was like a huge void entered the room. She craned her head in disbelief as he hurried down the back stairway.
     “Get cozy, I’ll be right back!” he called over his shoulder.
     Molly stood upright, a little stunned at his abrupt exit. He was without a doubt one of the most puzzling men she had ever met. Then she remembered that he was a musician. To her that explained everything. 

For those of you who want more of May and this series, join us over at Sassy Vixen Publishing.  May is our first showcased author on the new site. There you can find out more about Seaside Surrender book 4: Licorice Whips and May herself!

Behind Closed Doors Welcomes Author Jan Graham

Unpackaged Heroes 

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I’m only new to the world of publishing. Finding Angel is the first novel I’ve written to be released to the world, I’m sure there will be more to come. But what I’m not new too is the world of romance, in particular erotic romance. I’ve always liked a good naughty story filled with lust and conflict. It’s not how I generally live my life, but I love to read about lives that are…hence, my love for reading and now writing erotica.

It was only recently, after having a discussion with a friend (also an avid reader of erotic romance), that I started to wonder whether I was setting myself up to fail in my goal of finding my own ‘happy-ever-after’ scenario in life. Yes I’m currently single, but kissing frogs and hoping they will turn into a prince isn’t high on my list of things to do. I don’t have the patience for it. So I ask myself… “Do the hero’s I read and write about influence my expectations of what I want in a partner?” My initial response was hell yes but then I had to revise that notion. If my ultimate goal or the holy grail of finding love as I refer to it, means I want a hero from a romance novel then am I bound to fail? After careful consideration I decided probably not.

The hero’s we love from the books we read may come in perfect packaging. They are generally physically tall, bodies like Greek gods, and have huge penis’s that could tear a horse. I agree, I may not find the packaging but I could still find the hero. I don’t think it’s the physical aspects that most readers fall in love with. It’s the attitude of the hero, what’s inside the packaging. They are respectful to the woman or man they fall for, even if they are dominant in nature. They protect the one they love with a passion. Once they find love there is no-one else for them. They are often patient, they’ll fight tooth and nail to get the person of their desire, and they will wait patiently while the heroine of the novel stops resisting the fact she is in love with them. Yes, the men in the books we read may have faults but ultimately, they are made better people because of the love they finally achieve.

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I have some friends that have their unpackaged hero’s. Probably some of you reading this blog have found yours as well. Once I learn to stop taking home stray frogs, I’m sure I’ll find mine. Until then, I’ll continue to write about them. To find an unpackaged hero is now my new holy grail.

Before I go I just want to say thanks to Tammy for hosting me, I hope you all found my musings interesting and that you take the time to pick up a copy of my book Finding Angel. Oh, and in case you’re wondering Angel’s heroes are nicely packaged. J

Get Finding Angel here

Angel Wylde is a woman with a complicated existence, a damaging past, and a desire to be normal. Unfortunately, what’s normal to Angel is unconventional to the rest of us. A crime boss will kill to get an incriminating ledger from her. Detective Steve Jax also wants the ledger from Angel, but the infuriating woman has disappeared.

Christian and Daniel Shore, Steve’s two best friends, don’t know about the ledger. They just want Angel. A chance meeting has them taking her home and deciding she is the only woman for them—yes, both of them. Obviously, Angel isn’t the only one with unconventional desires. So who does Angel trust? Two kinky Doms she just met, a cop she doesn’t know anything about, or a nasty crime boss? Trusting all of them may save her life, and falling in love with two Dominant brothers is the icing on the cake.

Adult Excerpt from Finding Angel (contains obscene language)

Angel felt like she wanted to scream. She needed more than gentle touching. For some reason she was hornier than usual. She had been since she’d woken. As much as she loved being turned on with gentle strokes and caresses, tonight it just added to the fire that had simmered inside her all day. She wanted to be taken, and she wanted it now. Her cunt hadn’t lost the heat of their morning fuck session so she didn’t need to be teased to arousal. She was already there.

Christian joined them on the bed, and Angel felt his hand ease under the lace of her pants. His fingers teased open her lips and slowly made their way to her clit. God, she wanted him to rip her pants from her while Daniel tore away her bra, she wanted them to take her with force, and she wanted to be filled with both of them and filled now.

“Grrr,” Angel growled, looking over at Christian as she tried to pull Daniel closer to her hard nipple, wanting to feel the bite of his teeth against it.

“Fuck it, Christian rip my pants off, tear them off, and fuck me now,” she demanded.

Obviously it didn’t have the effect she was after as both men eased back, removing the touch from her body altogether. She kicked her legs against the mattress and screamed in frustration.

“Are you throwing a tantrum?” Christian laughed down at her as he licked the wetness from his fingers.

“Yes.” Angel sat up and pulled off her bra and then her pants. “I want to be fucked hard, now, or I’m going to explode.”

Angel pushed Daniel backward and attempted to straddle him, only to feel her body being lifted up and off the bed by Christian. Angel could feel the tip of Christian’s erection brush against her bottom as he held her, back firmly against his hard body, feet dangling in the air.

“Ask nicely,” Christian spoke into her ear before skimming his lips over the softness of her neck.

“Bite me,” Angel snapped back at him, trying to wriggle out of the tight hold he had on her. She felt his lips part slightly and stilled in his arms as his teeth sank into her neck, biting hard and sucking her flesh in between them. The pain was exhilarating as she screamed and moaned in delight.

“Yes,” she whimpered as her hand rose up to push his face harder against her neck. As soon as she spoke, Christian released her flesh from between his teeth and laughed as she growled at him once again.

“Wylde by name, wild by nature. Or so it seems tonight anyway,” he joked, staring over at Daniel who was still on the bed wearing nothing but a wry smile.

“So you want this?” Daniel asked Angel as he eased himself back onto one elbow, stretching out on the bed, his hard cock reaching up into the air as he massaged it with his hand. “But you don’t want to ask for it nicely,” he stated in amusement.

“What’s got you so horny tonight, my love?” Christian asked, easing her feet onto the floor but still holding her firmly.

“I need you both inside me. I’m so horny I could die at any minute. I’ve been horny all day, and I want you to fuck me now!” Angel stamped her foot and screamed the last part of her statement, only to hear both men laugh as she did.

“Let me get this straight.” The smirk on Daniel’s face was more annoying than the fact he had begun to stroke his cock, or at least Angel thought so until she saw a glisten of pre-cum seep from the end of it. “After all the emotional events of the day, you are refusing a night of gentle lovemaking and demanding we just fuck you?”

“Bingo,” Angel stated as she slammed her heel down onto the top of Christian’s foot and slipped from his arms, diving toward Daniel lounging on the bed.

“Fuck that hurt,” Christian yelled as he reached for Angel, taking hold of her by the arm and stopping her escape.

Her knees were already on the bed by the time he reclaimed her, and Christian allowed her to fall forward as he quickly administer three hard smacks onto her bare bottom. Angel screamed, her hand going immediately to the red heated spot on her butt cheek.

That was definitely not a spanking for play. That was more like you’ve been a bad girl punishment kind of smack.

Christian released Angel as she rolled over onto her back, her hand still pressed against the mark on her butt.

“Ouch,” she pouted, looking up at Christian.

“Ouch,” Christian replied, pointing to his foot.

“So you need to be fucked, Angel.” Daniel dragged her to the centre of the bed. “Hard and fast, no foreplay, no gentle teasing?” Angel nodded her head, desire flaming behind her emerald eyes.

“On one condition, no holes barred.” Christian looked down at her as she lay naked in the centre of the bed. “Do you understand me, sweetie? We take you any way we want.”

How to find Jan Graham

Blog: http://jangraham.blogspot.com/

Find out more about Jan Graham as she shares more of what it’s like to be a new published author on my sister blog Not Enough Time in the Day.  See ya there!

Cowboys, Cowboys, Everywhere!

Today is release day for author Natalie Acres.  Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts is the third book in her Cowboy Boots series with Siren Bookstrand.  She discussed writing of her Cowboy Boots and Cowboy Sex books on my Not Enough Time in the Day blog.  Here she shares with us another blurb and some hot excerpts.  Enjoy!  

Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts

Blurb:

Seduction turns deadly when Abby Rose, an agent with the Underground Unit, decides to put a provocative spin on revenge. Her plan to sleep with a cartel leader backfires when fellow operatives refuse to let Abby face her enemy alone.

Abby’s fellow agents begin the fight of their lives. After discovering Abby will use her body to lure in the man who killed her father and their command leader, seven highly trained special operatives cope with high tensions as each man comes to terms with feelings they never acknowledged.

This team isn’t fighting for another cause or plotting the best way to take out their mark. The stakes are much higher. These men will take up arms and meet their greatest challenge as they work together to protect the woman they admire and love.

Categories: Erotic RomanceContemporaryMenage a Trois/QuatreWestern/Cowboys
Word Count: 55,715
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Excerpt:

Copyright © 2011

EXCERPT PG 17 for Language

By looking at their past assignments, these men and this woman could walk through fire. The larger teams generally had more weaponry training, and for this particular mission, the Northern Underground Unit would certainly have their skills tested in the coming weeks.

A lot was at stake. This operation was the exception and far from the norm. Each individual there had an intimate understanding of what was required and what they stood to lose.

Their well-respected leader, Conrad McDaniels, was murdered in cold blood along with his wife and four children. Gruesome deaths claimed their friend and superior. From what Brock discovered, every agent present formed a personal relationship with the McDaniels family.

Tears welled in several of the operatives’ eyes at various times during Brock’s presentation. Those weren’t tears of sadness. These fellows were angry. And the lady invented a new definition for rage. Her pale skin had remained blood red since she’d arrived there.

Brock could relate. Another Underground Unit, the Midwestern division, recently lost one of their operatives, and the fallout had been horrific. The team went on a killing spree, eliminating anyone connected to their agent’s death. It was personal then, too. The Midwestern group was a pack of brothers, and when they lost one of their own, the payback was like nothing Brock had ever witnessed.

Returning to the overhead, Brock said, “I’m here today for several reasons. I’ve been asked to deliver intelligence on your upcoming operation. This isn’t just another classified mission that will bring you face-to-face with an enemy. The man who took away your leader, bombed your headquarters, and set fire to houses and flats believed to be owned by your unit plans to make his second home in Southwest Virginia.

“When the target isn’t in Chicago overseeing Club Sex, he’s in my neck of the woods, and that bothers me. My brothers and I want him eliminated before he makes Abingdon, Virginia, another war zone. We fully expect him to become our problem just as he’s been yours.

“I don’t have to tell you what to expect. You already know. You’ve seen what this man is capable of, and you have the scent of his blood.

“You have a disease on your hands, an outbreak that should’ve been contained years ago. Since those who’ve gone before you failed to handle the problem, you now have an epidemic. The time has come to settle old scores.

“This will be the most important detail of your lives. If you fail to settle unresolved debts, you will die. In this situation, on this particular operation, winners leave with the wind in their lungs. Losers take their last breath.

“Juraz Mendete, your target, doesn’t mess around. No one gets close to him. The only outsiders he’s allowed into his home have ultimately ended up in his bed. Three women have done so in the last ten years. Two of them are dead.”

“Where do we find his woman?” Ace Bristol asked.

Brock stood next to the wide screen and clicked the remote a few times. Locating the image of Juraz’s companion, he said, “Meet Mendete’s submissive.”

“She’s not much to look at,” Ace remarked.

Brock shrugged, noting the woman’s cold, glassy eyes. “Thanks to recent information received from an insider frequenting Mendete’s club, we’ve learned Juraz has grown tired of his current sex kitten. Some believe he’s looking for a replacement.” Brock studied the only woman in the room. “Abby Rose?”

“Yep, that’s me,” she answered.

To some, her reply might have come across as a saucy response laden with irresistible flavor, but Brock had studied her like a science. Her retort was anything but flirtatious and friendly.

Brock probably understood Abby better than the men working alongside her. According to military intelligence, Abby was deadly when provoked, and apparently since her boss and his family lost their lives, she’d been in rare form.

He’d spent sleepless nights wondering if Abby had a more personal relationship with Conrad McDaniels, perhaps an undocumented intimate connection no one publicly acknowledged. If so, he needed to know.

Relationships, particularly hidden affairs, had a way of clouding one’s judgment. The unit couldn’t afford mistakes.

Since Conrad’s death, Abby’s behavior had been placed under a microscope. The higher-ups believed she was unstable. Some claimed she’d transformed into a Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. Brock didn’t buy their assessment in its entirety.

Prior to their meeting, Brock talked to several team members. The guys held Abby in high regard. Their admiration was duly noted.

Brock picked up a bulging folder and nodded toward the thick packet as he handed the documents to Porter, seated at his immediate right. “Pass this back.” A beat later, Brock said, “Abby, you’ll be the most valuable, but also the most vulnerable, agent on this mission. That said, you’re expected to follow orders. Step out of line, and I’ll pull you off this case myself. Time won’t be wasted when and if a replacement becomes necessary.”

“I suppose you have someone else standing in line to jumpstart a devil?”

She made a good point, but he could provide an answer Ms. Rose most likely didn’t expect. “Actually, I do. Veronica Remington has volunteered and is standing by. If something goes wrong, she’ll take your place.” And the Remington men were pitching a fucking fit over this, too. Veronica was the last resort, and Brock hoped like hell he didn’t have to call Sloane and ask him to send Veronica inside.

Abby shook her head. Blonde curls tumbled across her shoulders. “Mr. Donovan, I don’t have to paint you a picture. If I’m pulled off this case for any reason, you’ll have to put me down like a rabid dog. I won’t go away. I’m not backing down. I can fly solo and achieve a satisfying end result like anyone else affiliated with the Underground Unit.

“I’ll try to follow orders—I always do—but just so we understand one another, I’m not stepping aside for anyone. I respect Veronica, but—”

“But what?” Brock demanded. “She doesn’t have a pussy in this fucking mess?”

Excerpt:

Rated R for content and language

Ace snarled. “I will spank her when this is over.”

“Sure you will,” Casey said. “About like Porter plans to put a dildo in her pussy and paddle her twat.”

“I never said that,” Porter said, keeping a keen eye on Abby.

“Talk about that kiss and I’ll deck you,” Ace said.

“Damn, those lips were sweet,” Porter teased.

Ace faced him. “I wasn’t kidding.”

Porter took a deep breath. Sometimes Ace’s attitude was a real obstacle. He was a smart-ass SOB when he wanted to be. Standing about six foot four, Ace was nothing more than layers of muscle. The only soft spot the man possessed was the one Porter held in high regard, too—Abby Rose.

“I say we take him out right here,” Casey said, always ready to jump the gun.

Casey looked like a kid, and very often Porter reminded himself Casey wasn’t a child, hard to do since the guy looked like a surfer boy of about eighteen. Only a year separated them. Porter was twenty-nine. Casey followed only a year behind.

Still, Casey was a trained killer just like the lot of them. Under normal daily circumstances, he was such a klutz and a clown, but when he aimed his gun and pulled the trigger, no one had a more accurate shot.

Fowler folded his hands atop the table. “I’m ready for this to be over.”

“What’s wrong, Fowler,” Ace taunted him. “Afraid Juraz is gonna tap that?”

“He won’t be a-tappin’ that. I’ll promise ya.”

Porter and Ace exchanged a knowing stare. Porter shook his head in warning. It wasn’t worth the argument. They all recognized the possible scenarios. The best they could hope for was the most favorable. If Abby went to bed with Juraz, they wanted her to kill him before she was forced to fuck him.

Unfortunately, they needed information from Juraz before she pulled the trigger. And he probably wouldn’t open his mouth unless she first opened those long, shapely legs.

Copyright © 2011

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