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Hello all please welcome Willa and Schyler Brock and Keenan Fergason thank you all for coming and letting us get to know about about the three of you.
Character Interview: Willa and Schyler Brock and Keenan Fergason from “Falling Star” by Shay MacLean
How did the three of you meet?
Willa: *smiles and glances at Keenan seated on her left* Schy and I have been married for eight and a half years now. And Kee and I started working together in the Peds Department about a year and a half ago.
Kee: *reaches over and lays his hand over Willa and Schy’s* And Willa introduced me to Schy at a hospital function. *g*
How do you feel about your life right now?
Schy: I think I can speak for all of us that we’re extremely happy that we are all together now.
What, if anything, would you like to change?
Kee & Schy: *in unison* Nothing.
Willa: *clears throat* Well I’d change the fact that they both steal all my blankets at night.
*Kee shares a conspiratorial smile with Schy though Willa doesn’t notice*
Where would you travel if you could go anywhere in the world?
Willa: I’d love to go to Hawaii, but these two keep hinting at going to Alaska. Even knowing that I’m not overly fond of the cold.
Schy: We’d keep you warm.
Willa: *glances at her husband* You know there are advantages to warmer climates too.
Willa: *turns head to look at Kee* Less clothes. *both guys moan* *Willa flashes a wicked evil grin*
Do you believe in public displays of affection?
Willa: *dies laughing* Do you really want to know about these two? When you read Falling Star you’ll see why I ask that. *g*
Do you want children?
Willa: Um…We haven’t talked about that yet. Someday maybe.
Schy: *clears throat*
Kee: *searches the room for something else to focus on*
What’s the difference between sexy and erotic?
Kee: I think there’s a fine line between sexy and erotic. A lot really depends on the person who is defining it, because what I might find sexy could be erotic to someone else. Sometimes what I find sexy I also find erotic.
*Willa and Schy nod in agreement.*
What is your secret sexual fantasy?
Willa/Schy/Kee: We’re living it. *huge grins all around*
Willa, how do you eat your Oreo cookies?
Willa: *grins* I twist it open slowly and lick up all the cream before nibbling the cookie halves until it’s gone.
*Schy and Kee squirm on the sofa as she describes how she eats them.*
Kee and Schy, boxers or briefs?
Schy: Boxers. Gives me room to breathe. *g*
Kee: *glances over at Willa and Schy* Nothing most of the time, but when I do wear them I choose boxers too.
Thank you so much you three for stopping by and letting all of into a little bit of your lives! Readers please if you haven’t yet pick up Shooting Stars and Falling Star. The links for that are at the end of this blog after the
Falling Star Blurb:
Willa Brock possesses everything a woman could hope for – great friends, a rewarding career and a loving husband – until her world begins to crumble. Almost overnight, she doubts her abilities as a doctor and must battle some inner demons she thought she’d laid to rest.
Although head over heels for his wife, Schyler still harbors a desire to be with men. When Willa confesses an attraction to the hot male nurse, Keenan, Schy goes out of his way to befriend him, hoping to satisfy his desires and ignite new ones with his wife. But he may not be able to convince Willa that loving Keenan won’t change how he feels about her.
Playing the role of odd-man out, Keenan needs to carve a place for himself with the two people he wants most; otherwise, he risks losing everything.
Just when it seems like the sky is falling they must close their eyes and wish upon a star…and embrace the possibility that combining three hearts will strengthen the love each holds for the other…
The snick of the bolt sliding into place echoed though the locker room as Willa scrambled to finish pulling on her T-shirt. Not now. I need to be alone. She didn’t want to talk to anyone. She needed to forget what happened–at least for a few moments.
“Where are you headed?” a masculine voice said.
She didn’t have to look to see who it was: Kee. His voice had haunted her dreams for the past two months. And tormented her waking moments as well. He and her husband, Schy, had become almost inseparable since Kee discovered her deep dark secret: Her tramp stamp.
In the last couple of weeks, they’d both started hinting that they wanted all three of them to be more than just friends. She’d been warming up to the idea. Until her run-in with Brian, her ex-fiancé. The things he’d revealed splashed cold water on the idea with the force of a waterfall.
“Did you know that Schy was involved with a man before he met you?” He’d asked her and she’d told him that she was fully aware of it, but she’d not been prepared for what he’d asked her next. “But, did he tell you he wasn’t the one to break it off?”
She shook her head to rid it of that information. Now was not the time to examine it and what it might mean. Especially with Kee standing behind her, watching her every move. “Out of here,” she said, the words coming out more terse than she meant.
“Okay. I’ll come with you.”
Willa finally looked around her locker door. He stood leaning against the wall near the door. His long muscled legs crossed at the ankles, his arms crossed over his chest like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I don’t think so, Kee. I need to be alone.” She pulled her purse out of the locker and shut it with a resounding bang.
Kee watched her as she slung her purse over her shoulder.
“The last thing you need is to be alone, Willa. I’m going to stick to you like glue until you get home to Schy.” He moved to stand in front of the door.
Willa’s head snapped up at the tone in his voice. “I don’t need a babysitter. I can make it home all by myself. Now move out of my way. I’m not in the mood for this shit.”
He straightened to his full six foot height. He would tower over her by a good five inches taller than her when she stood beside him. “No.”
“Okay, I’ll just call security then and let them come in here and they can escort you out.” She reached into her pocket for her cell phone.
“Schy was right. You shouldn’t be alone.”
Her fingers froze on the keypad. She looked up at him. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Kee dropped his arms to his sides and moved forward, not stopping until mere inches separated them. “It means exactly what it sounds like. I called Schy after you refused to let me go with you to talk to that kid’s parents. You’ve been acting like a robot since you had to call it in the operating room, Willa. It’s not like you to bottle everything up.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Keenan. You don’t know if I ‘bottle things up’ at times or not. Now just leave me the hell alone and let me go.” She stared into his eyes. They’d gone from their normal sparkling green like sun dappled leaves to a deep emerald green. She hated that she knew already that they always seemed to do that when his emotions about something were strong.
They were that color a lot whenever he was around her or Schy.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that. Schy gave me strict instructions not to let you leave here, alone.” He gazed deep into her eyes before adding, “By any means necessary.”
Willa felt something snap inside. Schy and Kee were both acting like she belonged to them. Oh, they didn’t realize that she saw the way they stared down every guy that looked at her whenever they went out somewhere. Or the way they always seemed to flank her as they walked through a crowded area. This was the last straw though. She could ignore the subtle stuff, but demanding that she not leave somewhere without one of them was bullshit.
She’d had enough.
She narrowed her eyes on him. “I don’t care what the hell my husband said. I’m sick and tired of the two of you acting like I’m some sort of possession that you can pass back and forth. Neither one of you has the right to tell me when I can and can’t be alone.” She pushed past him, her arm brushing against his as she went. A jolt of awareness shot through her.
She pushed the feeling away. She was married. She couldn’t have feelings like that for another man.
Only for her husband.
She’d just reached the door when she felt Kee’s hand grab hold of one of her shoulders. He turned her around.
His eyes were intense, stormy and wild. He clenched his jaw as though trying to contain the emotion she saw swirling in their depths, an emotion she’d rather not contemplate at the moment. “Is that what you believe we think of you as, Willa? A possession?”
“Isn’t that what I just said? I don’t think I stuttered.” She tried to pull free of his grip, but only succeeded in making him tighten it.
“That is so not how either of us sees you,” he said, his voice thick and husky as though he was trying to hold back what he was feeling, but not quite succeeding.
“Really? Then tell me how it is that you see me, because from where I’m standing that’s what it looks like.”
“We see a woman who’s intelligent, vibrant, commanding, and sexy as hell. And we both just want the chance to hold onto you, even if only for a moment.”
Willa tried again to pull free. “That’s all good and fine, Kee, but have you forgotten that I’m married to Schy. You shouldn’t be thinking about holding me. Ever.”
I do hope you enjoyed the character interview and the excerpt from Falling Star! Thanks for stopping by Shay!
Author and Book Information
Shay MacLean is a multi-published author of Erotic Romance. Shay is a proud member of Romance Writers of America. She is also a member of several special interest chapters, Passionate Ink (of which she currently holds the position of Workshop Coordinator), RWA Online , Hearts Through History and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal. Shay is also a member of Savvy Authors and Romance Divas. When Shay isn’t immersed in her writing projects she enjoys photography, graphic/web design in addition to spending time with her wonderful husband and four amazing children.
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Hello all once again please welcome Author Jasmine Haynes to my blog she is sharing and excerpt of her book called Kinky Neighbors. Once that I had the privelege of reading on her blog @ http://www.jasminehaynes.blogspot.com. This story is in fact how I first became aware of Jasmine as an author and I have been reading her books whenever I can get my hands on them…enjoy!
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Here’s a taste of one of Jasmine’s steamy romance single titles.
A naughty little foursome tale
Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes
Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands who don’t mind a little swapping…
The Mitchells and the Harts have been next door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids,…and a kinky streak.
Now they’re about to become very good friends…with kinky benefits.
The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart, it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about. But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really share everything without losing it all?
Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked him from the inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken belly dancing lessons a few years ago, and though she’d stopped the dancing, she’d never lost the ability to use those muscles on his cock when he was deep inside her.
“I want to be fucking you just like this,” she whispered, “straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed softly, a naughty, sexy sound that tightened every muscle in his groin—“while you’re licking her.”
Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple hard. She moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving it when she was spinning him a fantasy at the same time.
“I want to look down and watch you devouring her pussy.” This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people always made her engine purr louder. But fantasies about their next-door neighbors made his wife come harder than even in the first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each other.
She threw her head back, her gorgeous brown-sugar hair falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves it, moaning, pinching her own nipples.” Cat took him with a faster rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up with her fantasy of their pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in her, Drew.”
When she was like this, Cat simply dragged him along. His body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own to drive hard into her. He grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she leaned back to give him the best angle for her G-spot. With sharp little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she braced herself on his thighs.
“Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her hard.”
Christ, he loved her hot and out of control like this. Then her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm began to ripple through her. She panted, moaned, tightened her thighs along his hips and bucked on him.
Her climax wrenched his from him, and he shot high inside her, shouting out her name.
Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he pulled her down, wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered against her fragrant hair.
“That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her just like that, me on your cock and you with your face buried in her pussy.
Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”
She tipped her head back, grinned at him. “And you love it.”
Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was special, gorgeous, with a slim, athletic body that made him crazy and a kinky, naughty attitude toward sex that was more male than female. They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to watch them have sex. Cat was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten years, Cat was thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life was still fantastic.
She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you love licking a woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”
“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead as if she’d just made him a great meal instead of offered up another woman to him. She honestly did not have a jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of fantasizing, imagining sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes, foursomes. He knew she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her, but neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him, her husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole new level.
She stroked his cock to life again. “I just want to make sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men need spice.” She needed spice, and her imagination was fertile with ways of getting it.
She loved role playing. She’d had him try to pick her up in a bar, pretending they didn’t know each other. He’d practically had to go to blows with another guy that was hitting on her. She’d loved the attention; then she’d fucked him in their car with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet away. She liked it risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back of a car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived on anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex fresh. Cat needed to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.
Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy into reality. At least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a personal ad Cat saw online. Unfortunately, nothing came of it. The couple was nice enough, married for twenty years, both in their early fifties rather than the mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the attraction wasn’t there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.
Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair on his chest. “I told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the nude.”
Drew chuckled. “What did she say to that?”
He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a look.”
Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe where they’d rented a house close to the lake for a week. And they’d invited their neighbors. Logan and Alexis Hart had moved into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year ago. Alexis was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer, and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company. Like Drew and Cat, they had professional careers, double incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone from backyard barbecues to dinner and card games that lasted long past midnight. Now this, a week-long Tahoe vacation for some hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her way, some very kinky games.
“I’m dying to see how you’re going to bring up the subject of sex,” he mused.
Cat puffed a breath across his chest. “We’ve talked about sex before.”
“Sexual innuendo and jokes. It’s not the same as asking her if she’d like me to…”
“Make her come with your tongue.” Trust Cat to finish the thought. “Don’t you worry. I’ll find the perfect opening to get the ball rolling.”
“I’m sure you will.” His wife was out there, known for saying exactly what was on her mind. “What about Logan?”
She outright snorted. “He’s not going to be any problem at all.”
Drew had to agree. He didn’t believe Logan was a player, but the man had certainly gotten into the sexual innuendo thing with vigor. When Cat suggested strip poker instead of their regular game of Hearts on one of their card nights, Logan had jumped at the idea. It was Alexis who nixed it. She was a petite, pretty, blue-eyed blonde with sexy curves and mouth-watering breasts, but she was on the shy side, far more reserved than Cat. Drew liked her well enough. She was smart, funny, your basic all-around nice girl next door with the ability to really listen to what a man said, not just lip service. So to speak.
If Alexis didn’t want to play strip poker, there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d get down and dirty in the hot tub. Therein lay his main reservation about the whole idea; it could backfire and screw up a damn good friendship.
Cat tweaked his nipple, getting a rise out of his cock. “What if Logan wants a taste of me if you get a taste of his wife?”
Drew had always known that any kinky play they engaged in wouldn’t be just Cat watching him. She had a downright insatiable appetite for more, more, more. He had no illusions about what he was agreeing to. She would be doing whatever he did and probably a hell of a lot more, but when they finally had sex with another couple, he knew she’d make it totally hot. Maybe he was being led around by his dick—Cat usually managed to get exactly what she wanted—but he’d do it. And suffer the consequences, if any, later.
Trailing a hand down her abdomen, he delved between her legs, stroking her clit. She was wet and warm. “I’ll be jealous as hell,” he muttered.
Logan was a couple of years younger than Drew, a few rungs higher on the corporate ladder, CEO of a billion dollar company to Drew’s VP of Engineering for a medium-size software maker. With reddish hair, green eyes, and a gym-toned body Cat had mentioned a lot more than once, Logan was a good-looking guy.
Cat pushed him aside. “Oh baby, you make me so wet when you get all he-man.” She masturbated for him. He loved to watch. “But if you get her, he’ll insist on having me.”
“Yeah. He’ll beg to spread your gorgeous thighs.”
She moaned, getting herself worked up again with her fantasy scenario. He knew Cat. It was kinky sex, not the man himself that she needed. She wanted the package deal, a foursome. Drew didn’t have to be jealous, but he knew a little jealousy added to her sexual high.
The real truth? He didn’t know how he’d feel. Fantasizing about other men fucking Cat made him explosive in the heat of the moment. In reality, there might be a whole different set of emotions. He couldn’t be sure which ones he’d succumb to until they actually did it.
He started down her body, kissing her belly, her mound, then crawling between her legs. “Is this what you want him to do, baby?” He put his tongue to her.
“Oh yeah.” She moved sinuously. “I want your cock in my mouth at the same time. I want to come on his tongue while you come down my throat.”
She rose swiftly to climax, her body trembling. Cat loved her fantasies. She cried out, clamping her legs over his ears as she came hard. Drew loved how hot she made herself. He had no doubt that soon, very soon, she was going to make the fantasy into reality.
He just hoped it wouldn’t mean the end of a good friendship with their neighbors.