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I’m giving away a free story this weekend on Amazon, partially to reward my readers, long time and new for sticking with me!  Included in this email is the first chapter of “Dark Desires” a story I penned for several years back but didn’t finish until recently.

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Raven finds herself in the midst of needing something only two dominant men can show her. But can she realize that the power of their love is greater than her desire to remain alone? Only time will tell. But one thing’s for sure. Hot sex will sway her judgment until she cannot handle anymore from both Romyn and Alex. Will Raven realize her darkest desire is actually what her heart wants?



Flowers had appeared regularly on her desk since she’d seen Romyn earlier in the week.  Both he and Alex had signed the card but said nothing of it.  The other employees, most of the men anyway, figured she was being rewarded for her high work standards and increased profits due to her efforts.

Yet Raven wasn’t stupid.  She knew what this was.  Looking at the last large bouquet on her desk made her want to scream.  But she’d actually gone to the damn party to make the promised appearance, not to reminisce about the stupid flowers.

Crappy pop music played on the radio while her co-workers, some of whom were in the construction side of business, danced, talked or drank.  The few other women present glared daggers at Raven from the corner.

Rumours circled that Romyn and Alex favoured her not only as an employee but for something else. The other women clearly had their panties up in a wad.

Fuck’em.  It wasn’t her fault they didn’t care about their appearances or doing a decent job.

Leaning against her desk, Raven hung back in the crowd at the stupid office party.  She detested how much of what went on would end up in a disaster of office gossip and nonsense the next day while she remained silent and unnoticed.  The weird one who got the job done, Raven preformed her duties as a secretary better than anyone else could have imagined.

Yet, here she was.  Her crappy, watered down drink only fuelled her anger.  Her puissant pay check reminded her she worked too hard for too little.

Oh and let’s not forget she lived alone.

Her boss, Peter, approached her with a dopey grin on his face.

Raven groaned.

His fading hairline and bags under those grey eyes gave away his age.  His white shirt irritated her too.  Still she had to play nice.  “Any chance you’re free and want to cut this party short?”

She kept her tone neutral.  “Afraid not.  Having too much fun here.”

He sighed and gave her that longing look most men his age did when they saw her.

She adjusted the navy blue blazer she wore to cover a pristine white shirt.  Goddess she hated how she had to conform here.  Even down to the blue skirt she wore, thigh highs and six inch heels, she looked like the others. It was a saving grace she was able to wear her garter belt with the stockings and the lacy bra to make her feel sexy.  The thin scrap of lace barely covering her pussy completed the feeling.

She shrugged and knocked back her watered down scotch with a gasp.  The alcohol tasted like shit because it was a cheap scotch, but it was alcohol.  It would get her fucked up enough to forget going home to an empty existence.

Peter offered her one last kind smile but made his way back to the main area where most of her co-workers converged.

Running a hand through her midnight blue hair, she set her cup down and made her way towards the bartender.  “Hit me again, jack.”  She held out her glass. If she were buzzed, she could deal with this party a lot better and make her way home before Alex showed up.

The bartender gave her a cockeyed grin and poured another drink for her.

Narrowing her eyes, she leaned closer.  She didn’t bother to hold her tongue.  “Make it a double.  I’m leaving after this. And don’t fucking water it down.”

He nodded and handed her a drink.

She ran a hand through her loose strands and let it fan out over her shoulders.  She shouldn’t be here.  Looking around at her co-workers annoyed her. Tina, the drunk who ran accounting was going through a nasty divorce.  It showed; she’d been up to her eyeballs in scotch earlier.  Now she danced on top of the table with a few of the department heads cheering her on.

Her expression looked dead, Raven decided.

And Mike, good old Irish Catholic Mike, stood in the corner lecturing some poor woman about the evils of the queer rights organizations.  Dressed in a ratty t-shirt and black pants too tight for his fat ass, he ran a hand through his mullet and continued to ‘talk’ at the poor little sap stuck listening to him.

Every time he opened his mouth he proved his level of intelligence.

When he went on his gay bashing tirades, the desire to get fucked up the ass increased.

Raven snorted.  “Fat bastard.” She sipped her drink, scanned the pathetic crowd she forced herself to see every day and then decided to leave.  Slamming her scotch, she coughed from the burn of cheap liquor before setting her glass down.  “I’m out.”  She waved and slipped past a few desks into the hall where she bumped into a solid wall.

With an oomph, she turned around to see the wall wasn’t a wall but a wall of muscle.

Romyn stood with dark eyes and the dangerous smile he always wore.  The smile made her shiver but she held her ground.  Those lips caught every female within one hundred yards off guard.

Even Raven.

She swore no man would get the better of her but if any were worthy of trying, Romyn would hold that title.

“Hello,” he held her shoulders firmly in strong hands.

Long dark hair had been tied back and hung down over a fitted suit coat that emphasized a slender yet built body.  Slacks hung off hips she felt certain were made of steel.

She remained paralyzed by the predatory stare in his icy blue eyes.

He raked his gaze over her and her cheeks flushed with heat.

Her panties grew damp.  Damn him!  “Romyn.”  She gave him a curt nod and tried to manoeuvre around him.

Yet the sheer size of his body towering over hers made it seem impossible.

His lips curled upwards in a wicked grin. “Going somewhere?  It’s not like you to leave a company party early.”

His deep rumbling voice made her want to shed the crappy corporate restraints she’d forced herself into daily and crawl all over his body until she’d taken her fill of his cock.

And then some.

Men like him were a danger to not only her libido but her heart as well.  “I see you’re not with Alex.”

Torn to Pieces Final 3“No,” Romyn sighed, “I had to make an appearance at this droll charade and then I’m off to meet him downtown.  You should join us.”  He stepped back and held out his hand.

You know you want to.  The thought whispered across her mind like silk across her lush body at night and reminded her of her toys, only naughtier.

She coughed.  “I can’t.  Afraid I’ve got a ton of work to do and,” she coughed again, “I think I’m coming down with something.”

“That something,” he nodded, “is office boredom.  The staff is so bland I barely believe they’re allowed to work for Alex.  But,” he sighed, gave a shrug of his shoulders and raked his eyes over her body once more, “so be it.  I can’t control how he runs his company.  However,” his mouth hung open, inviting a blatant offer for a kiss Raven knew she better not take, “there’s nothing wrong with you a great night out can’t fix.”

She blushed.  That act alone reminded her why she hated being near Romyn or his equally attractive friend Alex.  The two men weren’t just eye candy.

They were Lust Incarnate.

Her pussy clenched in anticipation of images now filling her mind.  She turned away from Romyn, ever so slightly.  Coughing again, she tried to fake a sneeze but nothing came out.

The depth of his voice added to arousal already building low in her body.  He leaned forward, his mouth brushing lightly over her ear, “I think a better quality scotch would help your cold, Miss Raven.”

Suddenly she found herself being escorted down the hall towards the parking garage.  Unable to stop herself, she let his long fingers caress her wrist.  The pad of his thumb worked over her palms and sent signals racing towards her throbbing clit

Raven always prided herself on being the lone wolf in all matters, capable of making her own decisions and running her life as she chose.

But Romyn made it very difficult as always.

She blinked and in an instant found herself sliding into the passenger seat of his midnight blue BMW.  The car screamed luxury and raw power, complete with soft as butter, black leather seats.  Fresh rosemary and pine scents hung in the air but Raven picked up on the sweet smell of pipe tobacco and sandalwood.

She smoothed her dark skirt over her thighs and pressed her legs together in an attempt to alleviate pressure now buzzing about her pussy.

Romyn eased into the driver’s seat, keeping her gaze focused on those lean, long legs she’d seen a few times in shorts.  He adjusted the seatbelt across his large frame and turned to meet her.  Fire burned in those eyes.

She swallowed hard.  In a quiet voice, she spoke, “Why can’t I say no to you?”

Romyn started the car and backed out of the space with ease.  Facing forward, he pulled onto the freeway and sped towards downtown, leaving her question hanging in the air.

Frustrated, Raven kept her hands to herself the entire ride until they’d pulled into a parking lot packed with a variety of cars.  “This place,” she mouthed.

“It’s not what you’d expect of me, is it?”

Turning to face him, she blinked.   “No.”

“Good.  I hate to repeat routines and meet expectations without surprising people.”  The steady cantor of his voice made her realize he could read the phone book and bring her to orgasm repeatedly.

He was the male version of Oceania, famed audio sex goddess.

She wished she’d worn thicker panties.  The deep blue thong she wore barely covered her sex and only seemed to irritate her more.

Her matching bra didn’t help, the lace rubbed across her puckered nipples, irritating her.  If it weren’t for her black suit coat, she’d be showing Romyn and the world exactly how aroused she was.

She slid out of the car and spun around to find the parking lot filled with people forming a line towards the club.  Bass driven music pounded from the entrance while dozens of kids and younger adults dressed in Goth clothing waited to be admitted.

She knew this place, frequented it regularly but had never seen Romyn here.

He left the car, hit a button and it locked.

Her door still hung open.

He came up behind her in a whisper, setting his hand on her so softly she nearly jumped out of her skin. Cover for Menage Bound

Glaring at him, she pursed her lips together in a thin line.

He stared back but the embers of lust never left those gorgeous eyes.    “You’ll want to change out of your jacket and into this.”  He held up a heavy, forest green cloak.  It appeared to match her hair and the rest of her dress.  “Or I have something else if you’d prefer to go a little more on the skimpy side. “

Snorting, she reached for the cloak.  “You never answered my earlier question.”

He cocked his head briefly, then met her with those eyes and sensual mouth.  “Oh yes, about how you cannot seem to deny me anything. I’m sure we’ll find the answer sometime this evening. Now come.  Alex awaits us.”

Raven slipped on the cloak after shedding her jacket and tossing it over the seat in his car. With a gentle push, she shut the passenger door.  Her high heels crunched along the gravel but she kept up with Romyn’s lengthy, confident stride until they passed the crowd.  A few cries and complaints echoed in the background but Raven ignored them.  Loud darkwave music blared inside and made her want to sway seductively to the slow beat that often mimicked sex.

But she would wait.  Romyn had something up his sleeve, she knew it.

No man as powerful as Romyn did anything without thought.

A view of him against the streetlight emphasized the cut of his suit.  She noticed he tied his hair back with a coloured ribbon, not a pony tail holder like normal.

What was his game tonight?

It didn’t matter.

His hand slid easily into hers.  The difference in their hand sizes made her again feel small, vulnerable.

She hated that, yet wanted it more than anything right now.

Once inside, Romyn’s hand pressed against the small of her back added to the sensation of overwhelming darkness beginning to envelope her.  Raven let him lead her to the bar, like she could stop him.

He turned, looked at her with a heated gaze and flared nostrils. “What would the pretty lady like to drink?”

Wriggling her eyebrows at him did nothing to distract the burning intensity of his gaze.  His eyes made her ever so aware of the now soaked thin scrap of lace between her legs.  “Didn’t you say I needed a better scotch,” she coughed, “to alleviate my cold?”

He chuckled.  Turning to the bartender, he slapped down a large bill, whispered something in the guy’s ear and nodded.

The bartender grinned and obliged.

Fingers from seemingly nowhere ran through her hair.

Her nostrils flared and he relaxed into the press of those fingers at the base of her skull.  They began massaging tension her, easing tension out of her until she’d nearly slumped back against Romyn’s body.

She took the scotch handed to her and brought it to her lips. Already, caramel and oak drifted upwards before she’d taken the first sip.

Then the scent of cigar, thick and heavy surrounded her.

Raven sipped her scotch and let the heat calm her nerves.  She knew who stood behind her puffing a cigar.  Alex.

“Good to see you,” Romyn turned Raven in his hand to face Alex.

The voice that responded rasped over her senses like raw silk.  Even in the darkness, she saw the blonde man for what he was.  His almost snow coloured hair fell down past his shoulders in a loose braid.  Eyes were difficult to see but she swore he licked plump lips at the sight of her.

His gaze raked over her as though he were studying her. “Hello Raven.  So glad you could join us.”  His hand reached for her shoulder, pushing the cloak back to reveal the white shirt her nipples currently puckered against.

She raised her glass.  “Last place I’d expect to see the owner of the company.”  She looked him up and down, becoming envious of the shirt hugging his thin yet muscular form.  Alex was all power in a small package.

Her eyes continued journeying down, past the large belt buckle keeping his leather kilt up.  Black thigh high boots completed the look and gave him an almost Viking biker look added to his conquering gaze.

Heat flared between her thighs and liquid pooled faster.

Gods, she was soaked.

Standing between the two men towering over her somehow seemed to block out the rest of the club goers.  “What would a man like either of you be doing here?”

They both took her by the shoulders and wordlessly escorted her past several tables and a huge stage where a cross hung on permanent display, complete with a crucified Jesus.   People swayed to pulsing bass that reminded her of the throbbing little bud begging for attention from these two men.

Yet she couldn’t involve herself with either of them.  One, she worked for them both.  Two, just…no!

Raven feared what she would do to either of them if given a chance.  She had a past of ruining men and sending them running scared for their lives.

She wasn’t violent, just very much a taker.  Raven realized she would never be completely satisfied with one man, for he couldn’t give her enough of what she sought.

Unnamed, she easily drained that feeling out of most men in a matter of weeks.

Setting down in a booth against the corner of the stage, the two men flanked her.  She took another sip of her scotch and let it soothe her racing nerves.  What could they possibly want with her?

Romyn sat on her left, Alex on her right.  Both men kept their eyes facing the outward dancing crowd but their hands remained on her.

It became difficult for her to breathe.  Confined. “I need…”

Alex looked at her with a stare hot enough to make the liquid between her thighs creamier.  “You should relax.  You work so hard for my company and we just wish to show our appreciation.”

His voice rumbled low in her ear and made her skin itch.

She had to get out of these clothes.  Smoothing the cloak behind her, she kept one hand on her drink and the other at the hem of her skirt.   Perspiration dotted her forehead.

Eyes facing forward, she watched various people dressed in semi sheer to almost see through clothing, body parts hanging out with the obvious exceptions for men.  A few women wore tops that let their breasts show way too easily.

Some women danced with other women as though in captivated lust filled love, others danced with complete abandon to a song that talked of love until death.

She licked her lips.  Raven did like the female figure.  But her appreciation ended in the bedroom.  Love was for fools.  This lesson she knew well.

The men flanking her seemed more interested in her body.  Good, because she had no heart to give them.

Romyn’s fingers slid down her arm until his thumb reached the pulse in her wrist.

Alex’s hand somehow found its way onto her stocking clad thigh.

She squirmed and pressed her legs together.  You could always say no.

She scoffed at the idea.  Raven never turned down a good fuck, especially if the two men were as powerful and capable as Romyn and Alex.  A part of her realized she needed to feed off the lust, let it build inside her and contain it until she could get another fix.  If she was truly human, then she would emulate her favourite demon, the succubus.

Alex looked questioningly at her. “Something the matter, Raven?”

His voice pulled her from her thoughts.  She took another sip of her scotch and shook her head.  “Nothing I can’t fix.”

Yet she sat between these two men like she was the one up on the cross being ogled for sins she had yet to commit.

Romyn’s fingers continued circling her skin, sending shivers racing through her.

She shot him a glare.

He didn’t move from his pose, leaving his profile to her while working his hand over her flesh in such a simple gesture.

Normal women wouldn’t be aroused.

Raven was far from normal, she remembered.

She was so not normal that she was sitting in a gothic dance club with her boss and his silent partner, letting them both paw her like a pet.

She rather liked being in this position.  Perhaps she could have some fun at their expense.

Setting her glass down on the table, she took Alex’s hand and slid it higher up her thigh.

“You’re playing with fire,” his voice roughened against her ear.

Rough, calloused hands caressed her inner thigh.  Drawing little circles over her skin, he slowly inched up her skirt.

She grinned.  “You’re the one playing with things that burn, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Then burn me.”  His tongue flicked along her outer ear while his voice sent another wave of ecstasy through her already heated skin.

The snap on the back of her skirt popped.  She jerked against the hand remaining at the small of her back and heard the masculine laughter she would always recognize as Romyn’s.

Deep, male, thick with desire, his laughter affected all of those around him, but right now it managed to drown out the heavy beat of the music.

Romyn’s tongue swirled around her neck.  Teeth sank into flesh.

She writhed against him, closing her eyes and mind to everything but the feel of Alex’s hands crawling up her thighs and Romyn’s lips pressed against her neck. “Does it get hiked up those lovely thighs, Raven?  Or do you stand and let it fall to the floor?”

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