Their delicious, naughty secret is out, and it's open season on Amy and Bryce's decision to add a third person to their marriage.
All the talking in the world can't convince critics that Amy and Bryce's marriage is rock-solid, and there are no secrets between them. Business associates, friends, and family condemn their choice to live and love in a polyamorous relationship with Raine, a FemDom. Others meddle to undermine Bryce's business and marriage. Even Raine's Master thinks she's making a huge mistake.
With no allies, and scorn coming from every direction, love and determination must lead Amy, Bryce, and Raine through love's storm.
Their journey began in Razor: Desire's Edge and continues in Razor: Love's Reflection.
Love's Storm is a fabulous mix of imaginative plot, believable characters, blistering hot sex, and kinky BDSM play.
What else? I'm eager for tomorrow evening - I'm going to see P!nk in concert with four of my favorite girlfriends. Not only will the concert be a total blast, but we're making an evening of it with dinner and that means lots of laughs, too.
Are you waiting for something? Wishing for some news or good fortune for yourself or someone else? I'd love to hear from you.
Until the next time,
After growing up in politics, Neha Thompson craves privacy. Her new farm seems the perfect place to create a new life, until peculiar events bring the sheriff to her door.
Jamaal Cooper's feelings about black rights angered some of the locals during the 1948 Freedom Train movement. His body was found on Neha's farm, and his murder remains unsolved. For 65 years, his restless spirit has harassed the property owners, driving them away one by one. Neha is next.
When Jamaal uncovers Neha's most secret desires, she's faced with a choice to submit to this ghostly Master or be driven away like the others.
I’m actually working on a story that centers on a sexual bucket list. Oodles of love scenes. (grins) Personally, my bucket list isn’t as graphic as Dimitri’s from the MS. My top three, non-sexual, picks would be – travel Europe for a month, be submerged in a shark cage, and skydive. I’ll probably never do the last one unless someone gives me a hearty nudge.
Describe your muse and your relationship with your muse.
Dirk, my husband and co-author, is without a doubt my muse. He’s there when I need a shoulder to lean on, we bounce ideas off each other, and he inspires many of the scenes. He’s my rock, in and out of the writing world. (winks)
What's your favorite thing to eat or drink?
If I’m writing or thinking on a story, a bowl of popcorn is close on hand. However, one food I find hard to say no to is tacos. Taco Bell is freaking awesome! Favorite drink, that’s a hard one. I drink a lot of water, a bottle of diet Dew for the caffeine, and I could drink cocoa any time of year.
What do friends and family think of your books?
A few people in my family know I write but I’ve chosen to keep the genre and my pen name private from them. I truly believe they’d freak out if they knew, and I’d rather not deal with the fallout yet. Maybe in a few years I will reconsider. I do have a couple friends who know I write and they are supportive which warms my heart.
The thing that creeps me out the most….
Garden Gnomes. My neighbor has one I swear its eyes follow me. Creepy ass bugger.
The thing that makes me laugh the hardest is…
My kids crack me up all the time. They have my sense of humor. (smiles)It's always difficult when you have this tremendous pride and excitement about a new story or contract or great sales ranking and you have to keep that private because people will judge. I passed that Rubicon early on. Writing is what I do and what I am about, but these characters and stories aren't about me, they are figments of my imagination. I hope you're able to share your creations publicly in the future. And speaking of creations, Dreams Really Do Come True is Kam and Dirk's newest release. Let's take a peek at this exciting lesbian romance.
On the hours between work and the drive to Stefanie’s place, Angi had plenty of time to dwell on her failed relationship. Upon reflection, she realized Cris hadn’t acted like he wanted her company in a very long time. The signs he wasn’t happy were there, but somehow she didn’t catch them. She should’ve noticed his foot was out the door for sometime, but honestly, Angi had to admit her heart was never fully in it either.
As she pulled into the guest parking area and made her way to Stefanie’s door and knocked twice, she accepted the truth; they shared equal blame for the break-up. Deep down, she knew there was no future for them. More than likely, Cris did too. What astounded her was she was beginning not to care. She considered this enlightenment the closure she was desperately seeking.
Stefanie pulled back the curtain and peeked through the window before opening the door. She’d never seen Angi in casual clothes and her stomach fluttered at her toned-down appearance. Angi wore a purple V-neck t-shirt that hugged her curves and a pair of jeans that flared out on her ankles. On her feet, simple black flip-flops. The look was sleek, yet sexy. Two more knocks. “Coming!”
The door opened and Angi swallowed hard. Stefanie was standing in the doorway looking like a dream. Her hair was no longer in a bun but flowing over her shoulders and draping across her breasts. She gave herself a mental shake and told herself to breathe. Seriously, what the hell was going on with her tonight? She hadn’t had sexual thoughts regarding someone of the same sex since her early twenties. Now, she had this unforeseen desire to reach out and touch a strand of her employee’s hair, test its softness. “Am I too early? I can come back in another hour if you need more time.”
Stefanie took a step back and waved Angi inside. “No, you are right on time. I was just about to uncork the wine. How about you look through the Netflix library and select what we watch first? The remote is on the coffee table and Netflix is cued up on the TV. All you have to do is click around.” Pointing Angi to the living room, Stefanie made her way to the kitchen to work on the snacks. “Hey Boss Lady, have you tried Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy yet?”
In the library, Angi found her favorite 80’s classic, The Breakfast Club. “Since we’re off the clock, please do me a favor and call me Angi tonight.”
With the pint in her hand, Stefanie closed the freezer and set the ice cream on the counter to retrieve a scooper, two bowls and some spoons. “Sorry about that. So, have you, Angi?”
Angi answered back, “I can’t say that I have, but anything with chocolate in its name must be good. Right?”
Stefanie peeled off the lid and began portioning out the heavenly concoction. “You are so right about that.” Bowls all ready, Stefanie tossed the ice cream scooper in the sink and pulled out two wine glasses from the cabinet, filling each half way with a bottle of her favorite wine, Madeira. “Hey, did you settle on a flick yet?”
Angi was in fact settling in on the couch. Her feet tucked under her buttocks. “I’ll give you one guess.” Don't you, forget about me. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't.
Angi heard Stefanie singing the catchy tune with her. She didn’t have a pop star’s talent but in no way would dogs be howling in the background. When Stefanie’s pitchy voice became louder, Angi turned around. She discovered Stefanie at the end of the couch, arms full and smiling again. Unless Stefanie had a killer poker face, she genuinely seemed excited to spend time with her and Angi was looking forward to getting to know Stefanie in a non-work capacity too. This gave her pause. She’d only been with one woman, romantically speaking, but when Stefanie flashed her a smile, Angi actually wondered what those lips would feel like pressed against hers. Where the hell did that come from? God, I must be totally losing it, dumped only a few short weeks ago and suddenly fantasizing about women again. Not just any woman but an employee. Angi just encountered the first pitfall of being a boss. “Oh shit, where are my manners. Let me help you with that.”
Angi leaped off the couch and reached for the bowls. Her fingers barely skimmed across Stefanie’s flesh but a spark seemed to pass between them. “Oh sorry about that. Static electricity. Happens to me all the time.”
Stefanie set the glasses on the end table, poured a little bit more wine in each, and handed one to Angi. When the glass exchanged hands, Stefanie felt another spark but it had nothing to do with carpet friction. There’s no mistaking they just shared a moment. “Sparks are always good.”
Angi didn’t know what to think. Stefanie was blatantly flirting with her. This situation could be disastrous if not handled properly. She was Stefanie’s superior first and a woman second. “They can be, with the right person under the right circumstances.”
Stefanie sensed a subtle change in Angi’s body language. She seemed to be guarding herself. Was Angi thinking of the guy from the photo? Oh hell, I bet she was acting reserved because of their work relationship, Angi was a couple steps above her on the pay scale. “Angi, may I ask you a question?” Angi gave a crisp nod, so Stefanie sat down on the couch. She waited until Angi sat down and faced her before continuing on. “You spoke at work about personal problems. Would I be overstepping by enquiring what those might be?”
Angi held up a finger and brought the wine to her lips. She hated talking personal business with anyone, but she did owe Stefanie an explanation. However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t gulp down some liquid courage first. “Okay, now I’m ready to answer your question. A couple of weeks ago, Cris, the man I was dating, ended our relationship in an email.”
Stefanie had the urge to ask his address and go over there in her pointiest heels and give his balls some payback. Instead, she reached out and placed her palm on Angi’s bent leg. “The guy in the photo? Please tell me you bitch-slapped his rude ass.”
Angi took another long drink, replying back with “Yes and No.”
Stefanie couldn’t believe Angi let Cris off so easily. She didn’t seem the type to take shit from anyone. “And why the hell not? I would’ve turned his tenor ass into a soprano in two seconds flat.”
Angi didn’t know Stefanie well but she sensed truth in her words. The vision of Cris belting out a girly scream caused her to laugh. “Thank you.”
Stefanie loved Angi’s laugh. It was infectious. “Usually I charge for my comedic services, but for you, they are free.” Another round of laughter bubbled out of Angi and Stefanie joined her this time. After Stefanie finally was able to catch her breath, she posed Angi with a follow-up question. “You seem happier and more relaxed since I left you at your office. Did you win the lotto or something?”
Angi’s stomach was hurting from laughing so hard. It had been too long since she had a reason to laugh and it felt good, really good. “Actually, you happened. It was nice to see someone excited to spend time with me. You, in a way, made me really examine him and I. Do you know what I discovered?”
Stefanie was dying to know. “Tell me.”
Without thinking, Angi placed her hand over Stefanie’s. “I don’t need him. Better yet, I don’t want him, and I hadn’t for some time.” Sighing, Angi added, “And that, my Dear, is what I call closure, beautiful, blissful closure.” Angi lifted her hand, placed her drink on the table and picked up the ice cream bowls, handing one to Stefanie. The move caused Stefanie’s hand to fall away from Angi’s leg. “Okay, enough about my ex. Let’s concentrate on happier things. You know, sugar, liquor, and the Brat Pack.”
Stefanie clicked her bowl against Angi’s. “Right on, Sweetie. Let the fun begin!”
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Thanks for visiting with all of us today. I hope guests will ask questions about your books and what it's like to write and live with the same guy! I'd love to know how it works.
Until the next time,
I'm pleased to welcome Jacob Flores today. He's the author of a provocative new book entitled 3. Like my Razor series, 3 deals with the little understood concept of polyamory. Is it possible to be in love and committed to more than one person? In other words, experience poly-fidelity? In the series I'm writing with K.B. Cutter (which, by the way is up for Best BDSM Book), we believe that it's entirely possible for these relationships to exist with harmony. Those involved are unique and fascinating people. Jacob shares our belief.
First of all, thanks for having me here on Romance with SASS. It’s an honor to be included. And, I must admit that I hate talking about myself. I can talk about books or other authors for hours, but ask me to talk about myself, and I turn stupid. I just don’t find myself all that interesting, I suppose. But since you did ask, let’s see.
I’ve been married to my wonderful husband for almost two years, and we’ve been together going on ten. We have three children ages 18, 15, and 12, who keep us pretty busy, as you can imagine. In fact, the oldest is getting ready to head off to college. YIKES! That’s going to be a bit of an adjustment around here, let me tell you. Beyond my family, I teach college English at our local college in town, and I’ve been doing that for 17 years. Gosh, I just realized why I hate talking about myself. It makes me feel old! Groan.
I’ve always wanted to be a writer, but I never had the balls to really make something of that desire until a couple of years ago. I had tried in my early twenties, wrote a manuscript, and sent it off to a publisher. I was rejected, and even though the woman wrote the nicest rejection letter, it still hurt. After that, I threw myself into my educational career and did pretty well for myself, but a few years ago, the desire to write, which had always eaten away at me, starting consuming bigger chunks of my soul. I just had to write, and one day, while my students were taking their finals, I started sketching out my first attempt at a novel in years. It was exhilarating, and I immediately regretted giving up so easily all those years ago
But what I learned from that was that I obviously lacked the maturity to handle being an author.
Since I reclaimed my desire for writing, I haven’t looked back and have thrown myself into my writing.
3 is my first traditionally published novel, and when Dreamspinner accepted it, it was a dream come true. Since 3, Dreamspinner has accepted another book, which will be coming out in March/April, and I’m currently working on a four-book series.
Multiple partner romances are hot subject days. Is 3 a ménage or about a polyamorus relationship? Why choose multiple partners?
3 is about a polyamorous relationship, and I chose to write about multiple partners because the dynamics intrigued me since my husband and I met our first trio about 6 years ago in Provincetown, Massachusetts. I asked myself how such a relationship could come about. Did the couple meet and fall in love with a third man? How did that work out? 3 is basically how I answered those questions, how I saw a couple who loved each other immensely deal with a sudden third person thrust into their lives.
Did you write 3 with a target audience in mind?
I wish I could be clever and say that I did. That would certainly say a lot about my forethought and my planning, but I didn’t. Writing 3 was more of a personal journey for me.
I think 3 tends to break more than follow the usual romance conventions. First of all, cheating is a subject in this book, and most romance readers don’t enjoy reading about infidelity. Still, I chose to include it because when I created these characters, I made them real, flawed men. They aren’t icons of ideal men because life rarely, if ever, contains such people. We are all flawed, and we all make mistakes. I wanted the reader to see the everyday person in this book, perhaps someone they even knew. Several readers have told me that they hated and loved all three characters at different times in the book, and that’s the reaction I was looking for. I wanted to strip away the ideal and deal with the raw, gritty truth, and sometimes the truth can get ugly. But even in the unpleasant aspects of life and people, true love and true beauty still exists. Relationships take work, and these three men, though they make many blunders, do work hard to bring it all together.
I also tell the story from all three men’s point of view, and each chapter alternates between the present day and the past. That also breaks the rule of romance storytelling. For this story though, the flashbacks are integral because what the flashbacks reveal not only helps move the story forward, but it allows the reader to see how each man came to this point in their lives, where they are each in love with more than one man.
Without spoilering your book, were there any tricky obstacles you had to overcome when writing 3?
I think overcoming the bias that polyamory is real. There are people who believe that it stems from either uncontrollable sexual desires or people unable to commit to one other person. That’s just not true. I certainly won’t deny that may be the case for some relationships, but there are many polyamorous relationships that contain the same amount of love and commitment as there commonly exists in couples. It’s just that in a polyamorous relationship, there are three (or more) people dedicated to sustaining the relationship.
I knew that there would be people out there uninterested in reading 3 based on a preconceived notion that a relationship should be between two people, but I wanted to show that commitment and loving can take on any form. Falling in love isn’t something that can be controlled, whether it’s a man and a woman, two men, two women, or any combination in between.
In fact, to help combat that preconceived notion and to introduce readers to my characters prior to release, I conducted character interviews with the three main characters on my blog. If anyone is interested in reading those, they can be found here: http://www.jacobzflores.com/2012/09/23/character-interview-with-justin-jimenez-of-3/,
Several of my male counterparts have struggled with being accepted as romance authors. Have you experienced stigma as a male romance writer?
Luckily, I have not, but as a gay man writing gay romance, I’ve found that I’m able to add a different slant to the genre because it’s something I’ve lived. I’m not saying that women are incapable of writing m/m romance or that I think men are better. There are several women out there who write gay fiction whom I not only adore but whom I think are fabulous writers! I could learn a thing or three from them. I’m just saying that I bring a different perspective. Nothing better or worse. Just different.
Please tell us about 3!
I’d love to offer a free e-book copy of 3 to one of your commenters. I’ve included the blurb below and a link to the book trailer I created.
by Jacob Z. Flores
Justin Jimenez has loved his partner, Spencer Harrison, for ten years. He’ll do anything for him—including bury his feelings for a man he met while he and Spencer were separated last year. Justin never planned to fall in love, and he certainly never planned to tell Spencer about it—but when a phone call wakes them in the middle of the night to inform Justin that his former lover, Dutch Keller, has been in an accident, he doesn’t have a choice.
Justin’s revelation shatters the fragile relationship he and Spencer were trying to rebuild. The weight of his guilt—both for hurting Spencer and for leaving a heartbroken Dutch to find solace in a bottle—crushes him. But what Justin doesn't know is that Spencer and Dutch guard an explosive secret of their own. All three men are tangled in a communal web of lies, and unless they find the events in their lives that ultimately led them to friendship, passion, and betrayal, they won't see the love at the heart of the pain.
Watch the cool book trailer: http://youtu.be/smX0thteMSI
Jacob, 3 sounds fascinating. I wish you incredible success with it. K.B. Cutter and I certainly are excited to, like you, help clear away some of the misconceptions and bias about polyamory. I wish your family good luck as you adjust to one child leaving the nest. It's quite a transition. Come back again soon.