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Yep, you read that right. For a limited time, my menage novella, Chasing Sunset is available as a free download from most of your major outlets. Amazon and Barnes & Noble so far, but keep an eye on the Samhain and Sony stores in the near future.
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After an unsettled childhood, Sidney McCall has finally found a home in Graceville. This dream town comes with a dream boyfriend. Drew Buchanan is charming, romantic, completely devoted to her—and he cooks! Now if only the whole commitment thing didn’t give her night sweats…
Drew, a professional chef, wants nothing more than to give Sidney everything she’s ever dreamed of, both in and out of bed. Even if it means serving up her most secret wish complete with a whipped-cream topping: a tryst with two men. His best friend Brody Nash is the missing ingredient, and the only man he trusts with the woman he loves.
What starts out as a little harmless sexual play quickly boils over into something none of them expected. An emotional minefield that could forever change the course of their lives.
Warning: Contains explicit sex scenes including; ménage a trois, oral sex, stripper heels, creative use of whipped-cream deserts, sex in a public place, light bondage, hanky spanky and hunky, bossy men. In short, more than enough naughty business for one little novella!!!
“Brody?” Sidney’s mind blanked at Drew’s answer. “What’s Brody doing here?”
She’d rarely seen Drew appear sheepish, but it was the only word she’d use to describe the expression that crossed his strongly carved features. “Ah, that’s what I was trying to talk to you about.”
Sidney watched as Drew refastened his jeans, only then remembering to smooth down her dress. She was still dizzy from the aftereffects of the fantastic sex they’d just had and figured it must be adversely impacting her hearing. “Did you invite Brody here tonight?”
“Yeah. I did. But it’s not what you think.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. If Drew thought beer and poker was in the cards tonight after she’d spent all afternoon cooking, she’d kick him right in his cute behind with her five-inch stripper heels. “You mean you didn’t arrange some kind of boys’ night on our anniversary?”
His laugh held an irony she didn’t understand. “No, definitely not a boys’ night. More of a girl’s night, actually.”
Sidney squinted at him, confused. “Huh?”
The rapping on the door boomed once again and Drew called out impatiently, “Just a sec.” He turned back toward Sidney. “I meant to explain this as soon as I got home, but you looked so damned sexy. And then you started rubbing up against me and the words just”—he waved a hand in the air—“disappeared.”
Rubbing up against him! He made her sound like a stray cat. “I swear, Andrew Buchanan, if you don’t start making some sense I’ll…”
She bit off the end of her threat as the knock came again.
“Do you guys want me to get out of here?” The sardonic lilt of that masculine voice confirmed that their visitor was indeed Drew’s best friend. Sidney uttered a frustrated sound. She whirled around and swung open the door. Surely, once Brody got a look at the way she was dressed, the fifty or so candles she’d lit and placed all around the dining area, he’d get the message loud and clear that she and Drew were busy.
Brody Nash stood in the hall, almost filling up the rectangular space formed by the open door with his wide shoulders. He carried a bowl of something that looked creamy and decadent tucked under his arm. Brody was one of the best dessert chefs in the business, a skill Sidney had always considered incongruently delicate for such a hulking bear of a man.
The gaze he raked over her held a wealth of blatant masculine interest. He didn’t bother to hide the fact he was x-ray visioning everything beneath the racy black dress she had donned for Drew’s benefit.
Sidney fought the urge to shuffle her feet. She was assailed by the possibility that Brody had heard everything that had just happened. He must have been in the hallway, right on the other side of the wall she’d just demanded Drew fuck her against. His dark brown eyes held a hint of wicked knowledge that seemed to confirm he’d been privy to all that crazy dirty talk she’d screamed because she knew it drove Drew nuts. Not to mention all the banging against the wall she’d been doing while she’d been banging her boyfriend.
Her cheeks grow hot beneath Brody’s lazy scrutiny of her body. But it was the burst of something else unexpectedly heated that made her breath still in her lungs. As the man’s gaze brushed over her cleavage, Sidney’s nipples pebbled. She still felt sensitized where Drew had so recently been inside her, and those nerve endings zinged with something that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
The thought that Brody had heard her howling at Drew to make her come actually turned her on.