Hey Everyone, Today clare is on my blog sharing an excerpt from her newest release, Menage Amour!
AVAILABLE: Wednesday, December 24th
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CST, December 31st
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
Jilly Reimers wants love but can't find it. Chris Spinell is
a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting
feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an
Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.
With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to
spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what
they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show
up and see that they've been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is
Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the
service has a perfect track record but she's certain they'll be the first ones
to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the
three spend yet another one alone?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the
fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the
shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She
hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.
Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm
smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how
he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the
Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and
love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.
She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was
gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured
grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on
his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture
dripping from her swollen pussy.
Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look
impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent
countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like
the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen
hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen
facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to
whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three
words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw
Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the
all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips
and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her
of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military
and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being.
While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more
lighthearted and outgoing.
Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys
were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a
perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She
hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get
past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s
match ups started like this.
Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and
shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something
they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never
picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave
her any encouragement in that department either.
This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in
She let out a long sigh.
“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his
“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied.
What? How lame is that?
“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”
“Love Play has quite a reputation.”
“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.
Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of
“So have you been married?” he asked.
“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he
said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”
“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she
said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.
“What do you mean?”
“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her
shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it
ends up that way once we get together.”
He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the
start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The
randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His
tone was soft, almost vulnerable.
“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered
this hook up?”
Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its
characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.
“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either
had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”
He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes,
I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”
“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”
Chris S. slipped her undies over her round hips. They slid
down her baby-like skin, exposing her shaved mound. More blood flowed to his
dick, making whimper.
“God,” he said, fighting tears.
Through gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes, he forced
himself to maintain control. It was getting to be damn near impossible.
Everything about her was fucking outstanding. Lips, breasts, skin and pussy. He
was ready to fill her pussy with his thick, hard dick.
He slid his finger into the folds of her wet interior. The
thin crease surrounded by supple labia oozed moisture from her tight and tiny
hole. He slid a finger inside her hole, and her taut muscles quivered at his
“You want it?” he asked.
She moaned “yes” before being silenced by the other Chris’s
mouth. He inched her legs apart. Moving in just right, he tasted her.
Explosions went off in his brain. She was pure, simple, clean and honeyed. He
wanted to mark her as his own. Delving his tongue in and out of her tight hole,
he held her still, allowing her juices to saturate his mouth.
Lifting her legs, he opened her wider, curling her upward,
burying his face in her mound. His breaths increased as his heart rate grew
frantic. His hard dick, standing at full scale attention, threatened to bust a
nut if he didn’t stop.
Pulling away, he set her down gently. “Got to go get a
The other Chris looked up, his eyes equally as dazed as he
She swallowed, seeming breathless. “My bag, by the wall.”
The time for being cool had passed. Quicker than he’d wanted
and less suave, he dashed toward it, finally seeing the stash. Grabbing the
entire lot, along with a bottle of lubricating gel, he opened the box and
pulled out two, handing one to Chris and keeping the other for himself. Setting
it aside, he removed his shorts, exposing his aching dick to the room’s cool
air. He grimaced as he slid the latex over his shaft. It hurt with a pain that
would only be relieved by what Jilly had to offer. He squeezed the gel, which
had the scent of strawberries, onto his palm. He fisted his hand and soaked his
condom-wrapped rod with the smooth, thick liquid. The mere pressure of his hand
gave him some relief, albeit short.
“Me first,” he said, climbing onto the bed.
Calming himself, he lay down beside her and turned her on
her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close. He spread her legs
apart as she tilted her pelvis back. She melded her body to his. There was so
much of her he wanted, not only her body, but her soul, mind, and yes, even her
He took a hand and placed himself at her entrance. Slowly he
pushed inside. He grunted and made himself hold back, lest he spill at that
She was so tight. No doubt about it. This was going to be a
short run. Inch by inch, he slid inside of her, stopping at the root. His balls
drew in tight. He shifted her close and moved in and out slowly. Each movement
became stronger as his control slipped. He needed the release, the kind that
would give his aching balls sweet relief. Back and forth his hips moved inside
her. She wriggled and moaned in response. Their mouths met briefly, tongues
swirling, causing his stomach and heart to flutter. He increased his thrusts.
Finding his target, she keened her delight.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
She pushed her ass toward him.
“Baby, I’m going to come.”
“Come, honey. Come.”
He grunted, harder and harder. Sliding his hand down to her
hard clit, he rubbed it as his panting increased. Pressure built up behind his
eyes, his mind went blank as everything in the world seemed to fall away. He
couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he pushed, holding her firm and tight.
With light speed, he cried out, “God!” His hips bucked
upward while cum poured out of him.
Slightly dizzy, he held onto her before letting her go. “Are
you all right?”
Her kiss eased the butterflies threatening to kill the
moment. Sliding out of her, he sighed, relieved. He gazed into her eyes.
Instantly he felt the completed connection he’d sensed along. She was the one.
And he saw that she felt it too.
* * * *
Jilly recovered her breath as Chris P. gathered her up into
his arms. His musky scent was so spicy and inviting. She buried her face in the
crook between his shoulder and neck. She was ready.
“On your back,” he said, holding her.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said, whispering in her
From her tall Adonis, she was ready to receive all he gave
her. Trust welled up within her heart. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Placing her on back like she weighed nothing but a feather,
he positioned himself on top of her. A lock of his blond hair obscured his
face. She opened her legs. She felt his solid, round tip prod her hole.
Panting, he pushed inside of her, his raw strength causing her pussy to clench.
Each muscle spasmed to accommodate his thick and meaty cock. She cried out
along with him. He braced himself.
Clare Dargin is an author of Science Fiction and Romance and
has been writing stories all of her life before being published in 2007. She’s
a great fan of the two genres and loves promoting them.
An educator by profession, she possesses a Bachelor’s Degree
in English from a major mid-western university. She presently resides in the
Midwest and she hopes to expand her writings to include non-fiction, historical
romance, and contemporary novels.
For a lonely Neko, Chicago is as strange and unbelievable as the fantasy realms of his childhood.
Despite the alien environment, Collin is as much in love with his demon master, Prince Adrian as ever. But the growing threat from the rebel demons who want to overthrow the aristocracy and destroy the human world still hangs over their heads, and Collin fears the rebels hold the key to the disappearance of his missing brother, Rolland.
When Izumi, a new Neko pet, comes to Chicago, he and Collin become fast friends. Can Collin trust Izumi to help him find Rolland, or does Izumi have his own agenda?
“I would do anything for you.”
His hands tightened urgently in my hair and his voice was husky. “I know you would.”
I licked my lips suggestively and fumbled to unclasp the button on his pants and pull his zipper down. He inhaled sharply but didn't make a move to stop me. I reached into his boxers and held his thick, hardened length in my hand. I began to pump up and down his thick shaft before taking the tip into my mouth. Experimentally, I sucked on the tip before taking him half way down my throat. I created suction with my cheeks and bobbed my head up and down while he made soft murmuring noises that made my own dick harden with anticipation.
I longed for him to be inside of me. I wanted him to pull me up and have me straddle his thick cock or to bend me over his deck and fill me completely until I wasn’t even able to think. But he knew how much I loved being with him and he wouldn't give it to me so easily. He liked to make me beg and cry and even though I already felt at my limit, I loved the way he took his time with me.
“You’re so hard,” Adrian commented, indicating the bulge in my pants. “My poor neko. You must want some relief.”
I nodded and lowered my mouth over his cock, continuing my up and down motions. His fingers were tight in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
“I brought one of your toys,” Adrian told me, pointing to the box on the top of the desk that hadn’t been there before he’d entered the room.
“What?” I asked curiously as I pulled away from his cock reluctantly. I loved the taste of him and the way he would jerk in my mouth when I applied pressure to the underside of his shaft. He was a powerful demon prince and I was his pet, but I was the only who saw him like this.
Without answering, Adrian reached over me and unclasped the lip of the box and then I saw he was holding my deep purple butt plug. I couldn’t help but whimper.
“I love when you make that noise,” he said, as he curled his finger upward. I stood up obediently and let him turn me around so I was bent over the desk. I felt his hands on my waistband, pulling my pants and briefs off, while being careful to not pull on my tail. I sighed as I heard the cap of the lubricant being opened and then his finger was at my entrance.
“I won’t give this to you so easily,” he informed me.
When Avery takes a job as an escort at the
Kline Agency in Manhattan, he expects to work long enough to help fund his
younger brother's college tuition and then he can move on. However, a chance
meeting with an artist, Milo, changes Avery's expectations. At first, Milo is
interested in drawing Avery, but then he decides using Avery as his canvas
holds more inspiration for him.
Rodney, a very rich older man has his sights set
on Avery and making him his exclusive escort. But as Avery and Milo spend more
time together, Avery begins to have feelings for the aloof artist. When Milo
loses his main sponsor, he can no longer afford Avery's services, and Avery is
forced to choose between having a relationship with Milo or the rich clients of
Clock Strikes, the first in my Neko series, is now available with Changeling Press.
Collin is a Neko, a human cat hybrid, who has
never had the chance to leave Aloria Island. The only way a Neko is ever
allowed to go to the human world is if they become a pet to a demon. Collin has
been in love with Adrian, the Prince of the Demons, for years, but Adrian
doesn't even seem to notice he exists, so when Porter, Prince Adrian's cousin,
asks Collin if he would like to be his pet for the Annual Reaping of Souls
Ball, Collin jumps at the chance.
Prince Adrian has secretly lusted after Collin for
years, but a demon and a Neko becoming lovers is not only unheard of, such a
relationship is banned. With a rebel army threatening to overthrow Prince
Adrian and the royal council, Collin has to choose sides. But neither choice
guarantees him a place next to Prince Adrian's side.
Ian’s normal, boring life consists of his small
town bartending job and his on again/off again relationship with his strictly
vanilla boyfriend. Ian wants something more -- he just doesn’t know what. When
fate -- and a traveling theatre troupe -- drops his high school crush, Ezra, in
Ian’s path, Ian has to choose between his stable, boring life, or risk
everything for a future full of uncertainty -- and the possibility of real
Ezra’s loved Ian since high school, and he’s
always regretted the chance he didn’t take. But will Ian consent to be Ezra
lover -- and his partner in his darkest fantasies?
Come check out my newest release Levi at Changeling Press.
Levi is content in his life as an escort at
the Kline Agency until he sees a fellow escort find a meaningful relationship.
As Levi ponders what it would be like to have a real relationship of his own,
he meets a new client, Wesley. Wesley is unlike any guy Levi has ever met.
Levi doesn't want to go back to a life
without Wesley, but he's haunted by the mental and physical scars his ex,
Darien, left behind. It's hard for Levi to learn to trust again, even with
Wesley. Determined to put his past behind him, Levi agrees to a trial
Dominant/submissive relationship with his new lover.
When Darien comes back into Levi's life, claiming
he's changed, Levi has to face his fears, and come clean with Wesley about his
past. But Wesley has a few secrets of his own...
I'm sharing a short excerpt of my favorite male alpha from my newest release The Secret of Hidden Oaks. Rating: R
While working on his Master's degree in psychology, Carson is offered an exclusive summer internship at a private research hospital. He can't imagine a better career opportunity. But Harbor Oaks hides a dark secret. Carson soon discovers patients are being held against their will. They're all shape shifters the government fears present a danger to society.
After meeting Tate, a shy, quiet doctor with an agenda all his own, Carson begins to question his own sanity. Carson soon realizes he's really a subject of the scientist's experiments, rather than an intern.
Carson knows what's going on at Harbor Oaks is wrong, but to challenge the hospital's policies could endanger his own life. More importantly, he could lose Tate forever.
“You beg to sweetly. I would be a monster if I refused you,” he chuckled low in his throat as he replaced his finger with his bulbous head. Gasping, my nails clawed the wall uselessly as he slowly penetrated me. I could feel the spray of water hitting my back, just hot enough to keep me in a perpetual heated state. Reaching around, his hand took a hold of my cock and pumped with sure movements, while still supporting me with his arm.
“You like that baby?” he whispered. “I just want to please you. Even if you pass out with pleasure, it isn’t enough for me. I want you to scream with your release.”
My thighs tightened and the pressure built in my stomach. “I’m close,” I admitted as I leaned my forehead against the steamy wall. The heat was making my body weak and useless. But Tate’s body was as strong as ever as he thrust up into me with such power; my feet were lifted from the floor.
“You want to come on my cock?” he asked sensually.
“Yes,” I screamed as I received a pleasure greater than I’d known. My body tightened around his cock as my own come was released against the wall. I gasped for air as he continued to use me until he trembled behind me and found his own release.
“Tyler,” he whispered.
“Yes?” I managed to ask.
“I love you.”
My heart felt too full to answer. So I leaned back against him in response and kissed his very warm, water drenched shoulder.