Our Aussie Author Showcase is coming to an end. But not before we hear from author of super spicy erotica Jennifer Lynne!
I’m delighted that my visit to Down Under Divas coincides with the release of my latest ménage a trois fantasy romance, Sex Club Secrets (Gods of Love 3). This friends-to-lovers erotic novella is the third in a series of stand-alone stories that are united with a common theme: the erotes.
In this version of the erotes’ myth, my gods of love represent aspects of Eros—the primal god of desire. Pothos (Platinum Passion), Himeros (Aphrodite Calling) and Anteros in Sex Club Secrets are the children of Aphrodite. Each of these gorgeous gods has a role in modern day society, answering the call of human desire and interacting with people in need.
Sometimes love can flourish in the most unexpected places…
Ella is in love with her best friend Kade. But her love has not been returned, and when bisexual Kade shows no signs of becoming romantic toward her, she decides to call a halt on her unrequited love and accept an invitation to a celebrated Melbourne sex club.
Kade is distressed when the woman he is beginning to see as more than a friend decides to visit Secrets before he can tell her how he feels. He follows her into the club and witnesses her at play with the enigmatic Anteros, a sexy god-like man who seems to know exactly how to satisfy her innermost cravings. But Anteros also feeds the hidden desires within Kade. How can he admit his feelings for Ella when he’s not sure he can commit with his whole heart?
Anteros is one of the erotes, an aspect of Eros and the ancient Greek god of requited and unrequited love. He has heard the call of these would-be lovers and intends to show them that friendship can sometimes be the best place to kick start a lasting romantic relationship.
But love cannot flourish unless it is returned, and how will he convince Kade—a man who occasionally enjoys other men—that he can be true to the woman he loves? What will happen to this couple when the night ends and they return to the real world outside the door of Secrets?
Has one of the gods of love finally taken on a challenge he cannot fulfill?
Excerpt (Rated R-18+):
Helpless. Ella felt utterly helpless and vulnerable in this crazy position, and it should have had her screaming to get out. In the past it would have, but here in the privacy of this club she felt safer than she had in a long time. There were rules here, and security checks, and the people who came to Secrets would abide by those rules, however unusual or kinky their needs.
She could trust Anteros. She knew it in her heart, and it gave her the courage to relax into the moment. “If Kade were out there, watching, I wonder if he’d want me right now.”
Anteros laughed, a quiet chuckle that flowed over her skin and left goose bumps as effectively as that feather would, if only he would lean forward and touch its delicate end to her quivering flesh. “Look over there, my girl.” He gestured toward the doorway and she gasped at the sight of the handle turning.
“No, I don’t want anyone else to see—Kade! Um. You’re…Kade.” She must sound like a half-wit, repeating his name over and over, but she couldn’t comprehend that the subject of her imaginings was actually here in the room with them, right at the instant when her fanny was laid out like a Christmas turkey on a plate.
Sweat broke out on her forehead and she began to struggle against the bindings. “Kade, no, don’t stare at me! Anteros, please. Let me—”
“Shhh.” Her dark-skinned companion laid a gentle hand on her ankle. “He is not repulsed. Look at him.”
She couldn’t. It was impossible to meet Kade’s gaze. What would he think to see her trussed up like this? She stared instead at the window, biting her lip and willing herself not to cry. But then he stepped in front of her and his swollen penis was directly in her line of vision. It poked out of the gap in his trousers in a manner that was clearly far from revulsion.
“Do what he says, Ellie. Look at me.” His voice was familiar and gentle, yet the fingers that slipped under her chin and forced her gaze upwards were firm and uncompromising. When she finally looked into his eyes she read the truth in their brilliant depths. Not hazel right now. Green. Like the August birthstone, peridot.
A hesitant grin decorated his face. “You’ve never looked more beautiful to me than right here in this moment. I want you, Ella Harris.”
Now let’s get Jennifer on the Diva Couch:
Name your fantasy ménage combination
Oh, definitely True Blood’s Eric and Bill…um…I mean Alexander Skarsgaͦrd and Stephen Moyer. With me sandwiched in-between, of course, so I’m afraid Sookie will just have to step aside for a bit! You get everything with those two, don’t you? Light-haired, dark-haired, sexy as hell, sexy as heaven and yeah. Sexy. Yum. J
Describe your writing in 3 words
Difficult, rewarding, necessary.
If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you’d buy for yourself?
A new laptop. The print on some of my keys has worn off and I dropped mine recently so it’s all bent on one side. Still works, but I dream of an Apple Macbook Pro! Or a white BMW. Or an outdoor spa pool.
Imagine you had a time machine—oh let’s just call it a Tardis. What time period would you travel to and why?
I’d like to travel back to the late sixties/early seventies, so I could get to know my father better. He passed away when I was thirteen and I regret not being able to know him from the viewpoint of an adult, instead of just having the memories and perceptions that I developed as a child.
Describe your favorite outfit
My winter PJs, especially on a cold wet day when I don’t have to venture outside. Occasional pyjama days lazing by the fire with my kids were always warm and happy times. Doesn’t happen now they’re teenagers, but I still love my PJs!
Best writing advice ever received
Keep writing, no matter what, and eventually an unpublished writer will become published. My sister heard those words at a conference and I think they helped me persevere with my first MS (pubbed in 2009 with Red Sage). So, yeah, for me it worked! Every so often when the going gets tough I use that “don’t give up” sentiment to continue to reach for the dream of one day being able to write full-time.
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