This post first appeared at my other site, Sweet n Sexy Divas, written by resident Diva TL Reeve.
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Good morning everyone! As we ease into the new year, we leave behind the holidays, for the most part, and look forward to what a new year will bring.
Today, I would like to share with you a box set I am pretty proud of. A Valentine for Two is a sexy romp with menage couples. Each one is unique and each story has a different coupling dynamic.
My story; A Valentine's Deal, is mmf and mfm. When I started writing the story, I bounced back and forth on how to tell this story. The building where the club is housed has been the subject of much death. I could have turned this into a ghost hunt, but in the end, I believe it would have taken away from the core couple story. However, I might return to do the ghost hunt with a couple of mundane humans. I'll keep you posted. ;)
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A Valentine's Deal: An interview will only take an hour, but what Sullivan and Carter offer Sierra can last a lifetime.
She crept closer, drawn in by the raspy tone of his voice.
“I didn’t think the club would work. I thought we’d be shut down and forced out within the first six months of business.” He pointed to the richly finished, walnut sideboard. “Drink?”
His admission surprised her, as did the quick change in conversation. “Cherry soda.”
“A girl after my own heart.” He opened a fridge she hadn’t seen, and pulled out a can of regular soda, then grabbed the cherry syrup from between the bottles of alcohol. “I’m sorry I don’t have fresh cherries to add to your drink. I hope you don’t mind.”
Heck, she’d been prepared for pre-made soda, she didn’t mind this one bit. After he stirred her drink, he lifted the stirring stick to his mouth and licked the dripping and excess syrup from it. Her heart skipped a beat. Again, the aching throb of her clit intensified. Who the hell was this man?
“It’s okay. I would have settled for a can.”
He laughed as he brought her the tumbler. “Anything for you, Jerry?”
Her partner glanced at her, then to Carter. “Water?”
“Sure thing.” He grabbed the bottle from the fridge. “Ice?”
“Nah. I’m good.”
He handed the bottle to her assistant, then took a seat behind the desk. “Where are my manners.” He scoffed and motioned to the wing-backed chairs in front of him. “Please, sit.”
“Was your worry due to the criminal activity or something else?” She sat, easing back into the welcoming comfort.
“Yes, all of it. This building is said to be haunted. Some people come here to” —he made air quotes— “investigate. Others to try and find the burned-out areas of the basement.” He folded his hands. “We’re not here to be a sideshow or to ogled like freaks.”
She frowned. “Does it interfere with your business?”
“The lookie-loos?” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass.
“I feared they would. However, people have been…courteous.” He glanced up as the door open. “Ah, you made it. Sullivan, these are our guests.”
The man stopped short and turned his golden gaze on her. Boom. Pregnant. The thought simultaneously surprised her and made her chuckle, which led to embarrassment. She cleared her throat.
“It’s good to meet you. I’m Sierra Hanover, and this is my assistant Jerry Rodrick.” She motioned to her friend. Jesus, what the hell had she gotten herself into?
He grunted and joined Carter. “Let’s get this over with.” The firm set of his jaw, coupled with the way he crossed his arms over his impressive chest, set her on fire. Together they were an impressive duo. Whatever soaked her panties when it came to Carter, deepened the harsh pulse of energy. Her womb clenched with it, and she placed her hand against her belly—a vain attempt to cover what she felt.
“Miss Hanover,” Carter prompted. “Are you, okay?”
Fuck no, she wasn’t okay. Her hormone, decided to do a freaking jig, while her pussy demanded both men shove their cocks inside of her so they could make twin deposits of their seed.
“Yes. Sorry. I love your office. How about we do the podcast from the couch.” She pointed over her shoulder. “I think it’ll give an air of relaxation and fun.”
“Perfect.” Carter replied.
When she glanced up through her lashes at Sullivan, he growled. Fucking sexy. Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to—damn it. Get it together.
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