bad boys + good girls=hot!

Well, I did it. I wrote a menage and sold it! Yay!!

Here's the thing, several Red Sage Publishing authors have been hard at work on a series of stories we're calling Three Kinds of Wicked. It's a really fun, naughty series, too! Each story is unique. There'll be contemporaries, historicals, futuristics and paranormals. However, the central theme in all of them is a menage m/f/m. Does that sound hot or what? I'm very excited that my contemporary has just been accepted and will (probably) be out next year.

Here's a little bit about "Reckless Exposure":

Good girls shouldn’t play with bad boys...
Cover model, Lucy Fleming is ready to begin the next phase of her life. She wants to settle down, become a wife and mother. She’s going to have to leave her wild and reckless roommate/lover in order to make it happen. But if her heart aches just thinking about life without him, how will she ever find the strength to put words to action?

As fashion photographer, Rand Miller listens to all the reasons why his sexy lover must move out of not only his apartment but also his life, he decides to give her the going away party of a lifetime. The list of party goodies includes: massage oil, margaritas and their mysterious neighbor, Trey Madison.

But when dawn creeps over the horizon, will Rand be able to watch the only woman capable of taming his wicked ways walk out of his life forever?

And here's Rand. Yummy, huh?!

Also, I gave my sexy bad boy a tattoo, this is sort of what inspired Rand's tatto:

So, do ya want a little excerpt? *grinning*

ADULT excerpt:

Half way into the movie, Lucy realized she’d caught maybe two minutes of it, and that was being generous. She’d been too distracted by Rand, or more specifically Rand’s hands. He had one flattened high on her jean-covered thigh, the other massaged her nape. She looked over at Trey and realized he wasn’t watching the movie, he was watching her. Rand’s fingers inched higher, nearly grazing her mound. Her temperature spiked and she grabbed Rand’s hand to still his ministrations.

Rand leaned close to her ear and licked the sensitive shell, then whispered, “Let me play, angel.”
She swiveled her head around and bit out, “We have company.”

Rand’s gaze burned into hers. “I know.”

Huh? He wanted Trey to watch? “I’m not okay with this,” she said, though her words lacked conviction. She meant to sound more forceful. Instead she sounded...turned on.

“You sure about that?” Rand said, as he slid his palm higher, cupping her possessively. Her pussy flooded with heat as Rand started to stroke her clitoris through her jeans.

Lucy turned and looked at Trey. He leaned against the arm of the couch, facing them, his hands clenched into tight fists as if attempting to hold himself back. It wasn’t the large erection she could see pressing against the fly of Trey’s jeans that made her give Rand’s hand free rein. It wasn’t even the intensity in Trey’s dark eyes as he stared at her as if he wanted to devour her whole. It was her own desires, she admitted to herself. She’d fantasized about both men taking her at once. She’d never dreamed it’d ever happen, but here was her chance to taste the forbidden. Once in every woman’s life she was given the chance to toss caution to the wind. This was her chance.

She was damned well going to take it.

Lucy let her legs drop open, giving Rand a green light. She stared into his eyes and saw surprise and hunger. He kept his gaze locked on hers when he growled, “Take your clothes off, angel. Let me see that pretty body.”

Lucy sucked air into her lungs as nervous jitters flitted around in her stomach. “Rand,” she breathed out.

In an instant, Rand moved off the couch and crouched on the floor in front of her. “Relax, baby,” he crooned. He started inching her red sweater upwards, exposing her belly little bits at a time. Lucy could only watch as Rand’s gaze zeroed in on the flesh he uncovered, a muscle in his jaw jumped wildly and his gaze turned a darker shade of blue. He leaned in and kissed her lower abdomen, then dipped his tongue into her belly button, Lucy’s body responded with a flood of heat to her core. She grabbed his head and closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of Rand’s velvety tongue on her flesh. As if floating in a dream, she felt her shirt being pulled over her head, Rand’s lips never breaking contact with her skin. Her bra soon followed. Now her upper half was completely bare. Her eyes flew open and she tried to cover herself as she looked over at Trey. Rand grabbed her wrists and held them at her side. Trey hadn’t moved from his position on the end of the couch. He licked his lips and watched her with hungry eyes, but he never made as if to touch her.

“He’s just going to watch for a bit,” Rand reassured her. “It’s up to you if you want him to join us. This is for you, Lucy. You call the shots.”

She was way out of her element here. She’d never taken charge during sex and she didn’t know what to do. Rand had always directed their loving. When she began to protest, revealing her fears of inadequacy, Rand dipped his head and swiped his tongue over her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, as she relaxed her hands.