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Shiny New Cover: "Spider Bight (DSMC 3)" by Tymber Dalton

Thursday, September 27, 2012
Woot! Look what I just received! The shiny new book cover for "Spider Bight," DSMC book 3, coming Oct. 29th! Is that not sin on a plate??? :)

Blurb: 


When the Tamora Bight is diverted from a scheduled mission to conduct a rescue operation and tow a disabled Kal’moran vessel, the crew’s also ordered to refer to Emi as the ship’s captain. Aaron, Caph, and Ford aren’t delighted to learn Kal’moran is a luxury resort planet for women, run by women. They’re even less pleased when they’re diplomatically obligated to visit the Kal’moran capital with Emi.

Emi tries to maintain objectivity, but finds it hard to remain agreeable while being shown around a planet that treats males as little more than pack animals. Unfortunately, a jealous, scheming Kal’moran sets her sights on obtaining Aaron, Caph, and Ford by any means necessary when Emi refuses to share.

Now Emi must fight to save her men from a Kal’moran warrior who’ll stop at nothing to win. And on a planet that houses deadly arachnid-like creatures, Emi’s going to show them she can be even more formidable than any Spider Bight.

The first two books in the series are available from Siren-BookStrand:


...or you can visit my author page there to see my other releases: http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Adult Excerpt: "Domme by Default"

My book "Domme by Default" is available through Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/domme-by-default

Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, pegging, sex toys, FemDom, HEA]

Kinky never looked so normal.

When a wife is faced with the question of what she is willing to do for love, her answer is…anything. She sets aside her own inhibitions to fulfill her husband's wildest fantasies.

But at what cost to her peace of mind? What do you do when you’ve been appointed your husband’s Domme by Default?

Warning: This story includes erotic M/F BDSM sex and related activities including anal play/sex/toys, a home improvement–challenged husband, a snarky, sarcastic wife, and the portrayal of a kinder, gentler side of BDSM.

NOTE: This book was previously published with another publisher.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Adult Excerpt:

As the lights dimmed and the opening previews rolled, she leaned into my side and one hand dropped to my lap. My cock throbbed inside my pants and I grabbed her hand, gently squeezing it.

“Not here,” I whispered. “I’ll come in my pants.”

She laced her fingers through my hand and snuggled tightly against me. “Later?”

I nuzzled her temple and whispered in her ear, “If you’re a good girl.”

There was no mistaking her low, hungry moan. I knew if I slipped my hand inside her panties I’d find her soaking wet.

My heart raced. Part of me wanted to drag her out of there right then and fuck her in the backseat of the car, but my mind whirled. I’d waffled about part of my plan, not sure if I had the balls to do it.

Now, I knew I did.

After the movie I firmly clasped her hand in mine and led her to the car. I’d parked far out in the lot, the passenger door facing away from the building. I set a slow, leisurely pace. By the time we reached the car, traffic from our movie crowd had thinned considerably.

And the lot was dark.

I gripped her right hand as I helped her in, then stopped her from swinging her legs inside the car. “Put your purse down,” I ordered.

She set it on the floor and looked up at me, not speaking.

I’d turned off the dome light. The area was dark, and our car sat alone in a pool of inky blackness in the parking lot.

“Unzip me,” I commanded.

She swallowed hard, but did.

“Suck me, baby.”

She nearly took my knees out, she went down so hard and deep on me. I gripped the back of her head firmly and groaned, trying not to shoot my load down her throat that fast.

I kept an eye out, no one around.

My wife always knew how to give me a great blow job, but tonight’s was beyond compare. She eagerly worked her lips and tongue down my shaft, and I fisted my hands in her hair and fucked my hips against her face.

“Get ready,” I gasped.

She moaned as I came, swallowing every drop. I had to lean against the car for support because my legs were shaking.

I had to make her let go. She didn’t want to stop sucking me and I’d already started getting hard again.

Patting the top of her head, I said, “That was very good, baby. Good girl. Zip me up so I can take you home.”

She carefully tucked me away and looked up at me with eager eyes and a gorgeous smile.

I leaned in and kissed her. “That was fucking fantastic. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah!” Her voice sounded breathless, eager.

She’d be jumping me as soon as we walked in the door, I suspected. The question was, did I have enough willpower to finish the game I’d started for her?

When we got home, she tried to squirm against me in the foyer and I carefully untangled her, firmly gripping her wrists. “Go get in bed and wait for me,” I softly commanded. “Naked.”

She ran to do it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself not to race her to the bedroom.

Taking my time, I got a drink of water from the kitchen before making my way to the back of the house. She lay, naked, in our bed, spread-eagled and squirming, a seductive smile on her face.

“Like this?” she asked.

I leaned against the doorjamb. “Almost.” I slowly loosened my tie, taking my time, making her wait and anticipate.

“Almost?”

“You won’t look right until I’ve got you bouncing up and down on my cock, baby.”

Her whole body flushed and she moaned, squirming.

I pulled my tie free and sat at the end of the bed. “Touch yourself for me.”

She froze. This was one thing she’d never done, that I’d never asked. “What?”

“You heard me. I want to watch you finger yourself.” I waited her out. I wanted to see her do this. If she flat-out refused I wouldn’t force her, but it certainly would lead to more talks as to why she didn’t want to.

She closed her eyes as her right hand slowly moved toward her mound. “No,” I said. “I want you to look at me.”

She froze again. Again, I waited her out. She finally opened her eyes and took a deep breath while my cock throbbed in my pants. This was something I’d never had the nerve to ask before.

One finger, then two slipped between her legs and it took her a couple of minutes before her body overrode her emotions and she really started getting into it.

“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged. “Get yourself good and wet for me.”

Her soft, mewling reply made me harder than I ever thought possible.

I stood, never breaking eye contact with her, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. “I want you to come for me before I finish undressing. If you’re a good girl and do what I say, I’ll go down on you and suck your clit.”

She gasped, her hand speeding up between her legs.

Fuck, that was hot!

And why had I not wanted to take charge before? That would be because I’m a fucking moron, apparently.

I smiled and slowly slid my shirt off, dropping it in the hamper. “I’m going to take my tongue and fuck your sweet pussy with it,” I said, enjoying the game.

Her responding gasp made my cock throb again.

Fuck.

I leaned over and propped my arms on the bed. “I’m going to slip a couple of fingers into that wet cunt while I lick your clit, baby. Would you like that?”

A slight sheen of sweat covered her body, and she frantically nodded, her eyes never leaving me. I reached out and stroked her chin. “Then you’d better come for me, baby. Otherwise I’m going to tie you up and leave you tied up all night long so you can’t reach your pussy and I’m going to fuck you and not let you come until tomorrow morning.”

She moaned, nearly frantic, her fingers buried between her legs. Damn I wanted to jump down there and help her!

I leaned in closer, my mouth inches from her ear. “After you come for me, I’m going to flip you onto your knees and fuck you from behind, and I’m going to play with your clit while I do. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”


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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Guest blog: Poly, swinging, open, or...?

Tuesday, September 25, 2012
I'm blogging today over at the BDSM Authors Playroom on the basics between poly, swinging, open relationships, etc.

Click here: Poly, swinging, open, or...?

New to print!

Monday, September 24, 2012
I just had a slew of books go to print in the past few weeks! :) So if you've been waiting for print versions, here they are.

The Reluctant Dom
(mfm, BDSM)

Love Slave for Two: Reunions [Love Slave for Two 3]
(mmf, mild BDSM)

More Than Make-Believe
(mm, contemporary)


Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1]
(mf, paranormal, contemporary, demons)


Good Will Ghost Hunting: Hell's Bells [Good Will Ghost Hunting 2]
(mf, paranormal, contemporary, demons, mm not involving hero)
Cardinal's Rule
(mmf, BDSM, contemporary)
Triple Dog Dare [Triple Trouble 4]
(mfmm, mm not involving heroes, mfm, dragon shifters, wolf shifters, mf and BDSM not involving heroes)

On-on! Holy hashing, Batman!

Saturday, September 22, 2012
So I went to my first hash today. If you don't know what a hash is, they're world-wide, and they're drinking clubs with a running problem. LOL They're bawdy, rowdy, fun as hell (and you don't have to drink, I didn't).

Picture if you will a mix of Rocky Horror Picture Show-type adlibs with beer and running. Oh, and tutus. Because today's hash was on the 22nd of the month (hence two-two, tutus) everyone wore tutus. Fortunately, as a "virgin," there was a nice couple who had a whole bagful of tutus to lend. LOL (No, you didn't have to wear a tutu, but I was more than willing to do it because I had forgotten to bring one with me.) And there were LOTS of hysterical drinking songs, and everyone has completely inappropriate and R- to X-rated nicknames.

I fit in perfectly. LOL

I am exhausted, but I had fun and met a GREAT group of people. I am officially addicted to hashing. LOL

On-on!

Guest blog: Vanilla isn't the only flavor out there.

Friday, September 21, 2012
I'm blogging today over at the BDSM Authors Playroom about "vanillas" and the lifestyle, both explaining to vanilla folks why their loved one isn't in a cult or being abused, and helping people in the BDSM lifestyle deal with their vanilla friends/family.

Click here: Vanilla isn't the only flavor out there.

Adult Excerpt: "Accidentally on Porpoise (Placida Pod 1)"

Thursday, September 20, 2012

My book "Accidentally On Porpoise" (Placida Pod 1) is now available:

http://www.bookstrand.com/accidentally-on-porpoise


Blurb:

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex toys, HEA]

Sean Morita and Emery Nadel are about to find out that sometimes true love is more than a lucky fluke when you meet Accidentally on Porpoise.

Sean didn’t expect to run into—and nearly over—Mr. Right while out in his boat. He’s thankful the naked hunk isn’t badly hurt. He’s even more thankful the naked hunk wants to go home with him.

Although when Mr. Right claims to be a dolphin, Sean wonders how hard he got hit in the head.

If Emery hadn’t been so busy chasing another tail—literally—he wouldn’t have done something so stupid as running straight into the path of a boat. Lucky for him that Sean, the boat’s owner, is even hunkier than the piece of dolphin tail he’d been chasing.

Unfortunately, Emery’s pod thinks he should stick to his own kind. There are those who would try to hurt Sean if Emery won’t let him go. Can Emery protect the man he loves?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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STORY EXCERPT

It was a little after nine o’clock on a beautiful June Tuesday morning in Englewood, Florida, and Sean damn sure wanted to be a part of it. He’d been working his ass off six months straight with barely a day to himself. If his father didn’t like it, he could go screw himself. When he woke up and saw the weather report, and the fact that he didn’t have to be out in the field today supervising their survey crews, he’d decided to chuck it and called in to the office. No doubt his father would be up his ass about it, but unlike his old man, he didn’t enjoy working twenty-four-seven.

Today is me time.

When he left the no-wake zone behind and reached the main channel, he pushed the throttle forward. The 250-horsepower Yamaha outboard smoothly responded, putting the boat up on plane and gliding over the silky water not yet rippled by afternoon sea breezes. He could almost feel fish tugging on his line already. Hopefully, no one would be out at his favorite near-shore fishing spot in the Gulf and he could shuck his swim trunks.

Maybe even rub one out under the sun. It’d been too damn long since he’d been laid. The only thing he didn’t like about Englewood was the lack of eligible and hunky gay men. He rarely had time to trek up to Sarasota or St. Pete or even Tampa to waste nights trolling bars, which really wasn’t his thing anyway. He also wasn’t comfortable meeting someone online. He wanted face-to-face interaction.

He smiled when he spotted the trio of dolphins off to starboard a few hundred yards ahead of him in Lemon Bay. It wouldn’t be the first time dolphins swam along with him, surfing in the outboard’s wake. As a kid he’d been fascinated by the animals, wondering how they always managed to stay safe despite their dangerous-looking acrobatics while playing chicken with boats.

They veered toward him, homing in on his wake. He laughed and maintained a steady course for them. Except for some commercial guides, he practically had the glassy water to himself this morning and didn’t need to watch for other boats.

* * * *

Emery and Erik closed in on their quarry, Denby. Denby was “it” in their game of fuck tag, and if he could make it to the no-wake zone before they caught up with him, they’d switch off until one of them tired enough to get caught by the other two.

And that one would then proceed to get his brains fucked out.

Not a bad fate, admittedly.

While the pod generally frowned on them going off on their own for play due to their stuffy “safety in numbers” thinking, the older younglings generally preferred to take this kind of play out on the water when the elders were at their normal two-legged day jobs.

Besides, it wasn’t like they were going out in open water to hunt. And it was daytime. On a weekday, for chrissake. A few hours playing in Lemon Bay wouldn’t hurt anybody. Emery loved the feel of his shifted body cutting through the warm salt water, feeling free in a way his human form didn’t allow.

Denby veered toward an oncoming boat. Emery and Erik both let out chirrups of triumph, easily seeing from his trajectory that he’d have to veer away and back toward them, giving them the win. Denby had just turned twenty and wasn’t used to the rocketing pace of their play yet. It was only the fourth time he’d been out with them for fuck tag, although he hadn’t come out to the pod as gay yet.

Then again, Denby could be like one of many others before him, playing on the side with his male youngling pod mates while putting up a respectable front for the females and eventually settling down with a female dolphin shifter, or even a human female.

Hell, stranger things had happened.

Emery didn’t give a shit who knew he liked guys over girls, and neither did Erik. Not that Erik was mate material, but as a friend and fuck buddy, he was fine. Emery’s parents insisted that because he was an Alpha, and son of the Placida Pod’s head Alpha, he would mate with a female dolphin shifter and produce grandchildren for their line despite him repeatedly telling them no way in hell. He just wasn’t interested in women, shifter or human.

Just because Dad’s in charge of the pod doesn’t mean I’m going to kowtow to him.

As they drew closer to the boat and Denby didn’t veer away, Emery’s thoughts turned to concern. “He sees the boat, right?” he chattered to Erik.

“Yeah, I think he does. Shit. Maybe not.”

They both put on speed, the game no longer fun as they sent warning clicks to the younger male. “My father will sooo have my ass if someone gets hurt,” Emery said.

“No shit, dumbass. I don’t want him ripping me a new one, either.”

Unfortunately, Denby maintained his course. Emery dug deep, adrenaline pouring through his shifted body as he flipped his tail fluke and pulled ahead of Erik. Denby’s course was too straight. He’d cut in front of the boat just in time to get hit by it if he didn’t veer off or slow down.

Denby either ignored or couldn’t hear their loud pleas for him to stop. Within a few yards of the boat, Emery managed to leap out of the water, striking Denby in the side and knocking the wind out of him.

Unfortunately, it put Emery directly in the path of the boat. He heard the captain throttle the engine back, but too late. The bow caught him squarely in the head over his melon, sending blinding pain throughout his body that violently spun his world into grey clouds of pain, followed by black.

* * * *

ADULT EXCERPT

They shut the water off. Barely pausing to grab a couple of towels from the shelf in the bathroom, Emery led Sean into the bedroom and fell backward onto the bed with him in his arms.

“I’ve never done this before,” Sean said.

Emery studied him. “You’ve never been with a guy?”

“No, not that. I mean yes, I have. I mean…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “This sounds so girlie, but I usually don’t just fall into bed with a guy like this. With a stranger.”

Emery grinned. “Neither do I, but I also don’t let a good thing get away. Life’s too damn short.” He grabbed Sean’s hair and pulled his face down again, kissing, fucking him with his tongue. He wanted to spend all day twined with this man’s body, in every possible way. He wanted to fuck his ass, his mouth, and feel his cock fucking him. He wanted to sixty-nine him and try to make him come at the same time. He wanted—

He blinked. He wanted to spend the rest of his life doing that to him.

What the fuck?

Then Sean’s hard cock rubbed against him and pure, raw need took over.

I’ll think about it later. Much later. He pushed Sean up. “Condoms and lube?”

Sean nodded and rose on shaky legs. He opened the drawer of the bedside table while Emery spread a towel out on the bed and lay on it.

* * * *

Sean didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. At least Emery had brought up the C-word before he had to. Good, one less worry.

Except as he got a good, long look at the fully erect cock jutting straight up from Emery’s body, he had a new worry.

How the fuck am I going to get that in me?

Emery rolled the condom onto him and took the bottle of lube. He slicked his cock with it, his grey eyes burning into Sean’s as he stroked his immense shaft.

“Kneel over me,” Emery ordered.

With a will of their own, his legs complied. Emery squirted more lube into his hand. “Spread your ass for me.”

Sean reached behind him and complied, a little embarrassed to see pre-cum dripping from the end of his cock onto Emery’s abs.

Skillfully, Emery slicked his dark hole, playing with Sean, making him moan as he slid first one, then two fingers in him. He played with him for a minute before adding more lube and a third finger, scissoring them inside him, the pinching burn turning pleasurable almost immediately. Sean closed his eyes and rocked against Emery’s hand, wanting him deeper, harder, faster.

Then the fingers disappeared. Sean was so startled his eyes flew open again.

Emery put the lube aside, wiped his hand on a towel, and grabbed Sean’s hips. “My damn cock is so hard it hurts. I need to fuck you.”

Sean tried to control his breathing, afraid he’d hyperventilate and pass out. With Emery guiding him, he felt the man’s thick knob press against his rim for entrance.

“Just take it slow,” Emery coaxed.

Slow? It was huge. He panted as he gingerly reached between his legs and held Emery’s cock as he guided it past the outer ring of muscle. He whimpered, the burn back with a vengeance. He was too fucking big.

Then Emery’s hand closed around his cock. “You can take it,” he hoarsely said. “You know you want to.”

He did want to, and the delicious feel of Emery slicking his own juices up and down his throbbing shaft quickly turned the burn into a pleasant fullness he wanted to completely experience. Slowly at first, he rocked back and forth, taking a little more each time, Emery matching his strokes until he felt his ass cheeks settle against Emery’s hard thighs.

He opened his eyes and met Emery’s gaze. Emery tented his legs behind Sean, cradling him on his hips. He laced the fingers of his free hand through Sean’s. “You like that, don’t you? You like having my cock buried in you.” It wasn’t a question.

Sean couldn’t think, much less speak. He nodded, whimpering slightly. He didn’t want to explode again so soon. He wanted to enjoy it, savor it for a few minutes at least. He just didn’t know how he’d last.

“Just wait till you’re used to me and I can bend you over and fuck your ass whenever I want.”

Sean’s cock throbbed at Emery’s words. *Whenever he wants?* It sounded like Emery wanted more than just an afternoon fuck.

He couldn’t understand why the thought of having this guy he’d just met stay in his life for the long term turned his insides into tapioca pudding.

* * * *

Emery couldn’t believe he’d said it. There was no denying it, however. Unless Sean suddenly turned into a real douchebag in the next five minutes, no way in fucking hell was he letting him out of his life. He didn’t understand it, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. The thought of any other guy in his life had suddenly become repellant.

Mate.

Fuck that shit. He could fall in love with a guy without it being a mate-bond, he tried to tell himself. He didn’t even give a shit about the complications of trying to tell him the truth about who and what he was.

He didn’t care. All he cared about was not letting this man walk out of his life.

Sean’s ass squeezed around his cock so deliciously tight that he thought he might explode before he got his shaft totally buried inside him. And then when he started moving, delicious turned into perfection. The only thing better would be fucking without the condom.

We’ll get there soon enough.

He didn’t need a condom, because he was immune to STDs, but had asked for it more for Sean’s mental comfort and to avoid the whole I’m-a-dolphin-shifter issue.

He thrust his hips up into Sean as he started stroking Sean’s cock faster. Through a tight jaw he said, “I won’t last long.”

* * * *

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Wanted: New rose quartz wand (damn cat)...

Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Why Grimmy kitten is on my shitz list...

He did this the Sunday before last. (I have two HK mugs I keep my crystals in on my desk.) I have already been to Wally World and replaced the broken mug. However, still trying to find a new rose quartz wand. The one I got today that I ordered on eBay isn't exactly right. It's longer (5.05" is the new one) than mine, and it's skinnier. So...the search is still on. I got my old one at a flea market vendor for like $20, so I'd like to stay in that price range or less. If anyone has any leads, I'd greatly appreciate it!


The new one (longer and skinnier) is 5.05", so my old one is shorter than that, but thicker. In fact the fat end of my old one is almost squared off, if that makes sense, even though you really can't tell in this pic.

AND, before you dirty-minded pervs (did I mention I lurrrrve you all? LOL) get the wrong idea, what I do with this is it usually sits beside my laptop when I'm writing. When I stop for a moment to think or read back, I roll it between my palms. The new one's okay, but it just doesn't feel the same.

So, if anyone has any ideas on where I can find one closer to the one Grimmy broke, I'd appreciate it.

And yes, I moved the mugs. (He actually broke the first dish I used to use for my crystals, but that was months ago and I though he'd outgrown the random "gravity checks" he used to do. Nope.)

Release Day: "Accidentally On Porpoise" (Placida Pod 1)

Monday, September 17, 2012
Woot! It's release day!


http://www.bookstrand.com/accidentally-on-porpoise

Blurb:

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex toys, HEA]

Sean Morita and Emery Nadel are about to find out that sometimes true love is more than a lucky fluke when you meet Accidentally on Porpoise.

Sean didn’t expect to run into—and nearly over—Mr. Right while out in his boat. He’s thankful the naked hunk isn’t badly hurt. He’s even more thankful the naked hunk wants to go home with him.

Although when Mr. Right claims to be a dolphin, Sean wonders how hard he got hit in the head.

If Emery hadn’t been so busy chasing another tail—literally—he wouldn’t have done something so stupid as running straight into the path of a boat. Lucky for him that Sean, the boat’s owner, is even hunkier than the piece of dolphin tail he’d been chasing.

Unfortunately, Emery’s pod thinks he should stick to his own kind. There are those who would try to hurt Sean if Emery won’t let him go. Can Emery protect the man he loves?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Book 2 in the series, "Porpoiseful Intent," will release on November 12.

Blogging: "Variety...and all that crap."


I'm blogging today over at the When One Is Not Enough menage authors blog:

Click here: Variety...and all that crap.

Sneak Peek: Blurb for "Spider Bight" (Deep Space Mission Corps 3)

Saturday, September 15, 2012
I don't have a cover yet, but here is the blurb for "Spider Bight," book three in the Deep Space Mission Corps series. (Coming Oct. 29th, which is perfect because the story takes place around Halloween! LOL)

Blurb:


When the Tamora Bight is diverted from a scheduled mission to conduct a rescue operation and tow a disabled Kal’moran vessel, the crew’s also ordered to refer to Emi as the ship’s captain. Aaron, Caph, and Ford aren’t delighted to learn Kal’moran is a luxury resort planet for women, run by women. They’re even less pleased when they’re diplomatically obligated to visit the Kal’moran capital with Emi.

Emi tries to maintain objectivity, but finds it hard to remain agreeable while being shown around a planet that treats males as little more than pack animals. Unfortunately, a jealous, scheming Kal’moran sets her sights on obtaining Aaron, Caph, and Ford by any means necessary when Emi refuses to share.

Now Emi must fight to save her men from a Kal’moran warrior who’ll stop at nothing to win. And on a planet that houses deadly arachnid-like creatures, Emi’s going to show them she can be even more formidable than any Spider Bight.

You can get the first two books in the series in both print and e-book format:

Sneak Peek: Blurb for "Porpoiseful Intent" (Placida Pod 2)

I don't have a cover yet, but here is the blurb for the second book in my Placida Pod series, "Porpoiseful Intent." (This cover is for book 1 in the series.) (Coming Nov. 12!)

Blurb:


Sean and Emery are enjoying settling in together as mates, but there is deadly trouble brewing on the horizon as plans for the Samhain superpod get underway. Sean’s parents have no idea that Emery and his family are dolphin shifters, and everyone wants to keep it that way.

But what do you get when you mix a hurricane, a houseful of dolphin shifters, a pair of oblivious human parents, a vengeful ex-lover, and an alligator shifter with a warped sense of humor?

Sean and Emery are about to find out. Erik isn’t finished with Emery yet, and innocent shifters will pay the price when vengeance returns with Porpoiseful Intent.

(Book 1, "Accidentally On Porpoise," is available for pre-order and releases this coming Monday, September 17th. You can click here to order it now!)

Guess what's coming back in print? "The Reluctant Dom!"

Thursday, September 13, 2012
Yes, that's right, all of you who've been wanting to buy "The Reluctant Dom" in print, it's coming! (And, seriously, those INSANE third-party prices for print copies of the old version were flipping nuts. And no, I had no control over that, and definitely didn't see any royalties from those! It was just a common tactic third-party sellers use when a book goes out of print.)

It says it's "out of stock" on Amazon's page, but that means it's not really "in stock" yet because Siren-BookStrand just set up the print version. So you can order it and you should get it fairly soon.

Click here to order The Reluctant Dom in print from Amazon.com!

Quitting Cymbalta (so far, so good)...


UPDATE: Today is one week since my last dose of Cymbalta, and actually feeling REALLY good. Mood swings are pretty much gone (although I do keep joking about "not killing" anyone LOL). Hubby said that yes, the past several days I seem really good. I'm still only taking the 10mg Flexeril at night like I had been. I've had no other painkillers, OTC or prescription, and I've had no alcohol (and I don't do drugs or smoke).

I feel better, mentally and emotionally, than I have since I started taking Cymbalta in 10/2010. I feel like I can think far more clearly, like the mental equivalent of having cataracts removed, if that makes sense?

Physically - the "not jittery" feeling is gone. Still having vivid dreams (not nightmares) but when I look back, BEFORE I started taking Cymbalta, I used to have fairly vivid dreams on a regular basis. Not every single night like I am now, so maybe it's my brain playing catch-up? LOL And as a writer, a vivid imagination is a good thing.

One sensation I have noticed that's returned that I hadn't noticed had stopped happening since I started Cymbalta was I used to get little micro incidents of vertigo. Not while driving, but while as a passenger, or like at the gym or something, just literally a flash that I could close my eyes and it went away. Today, I noticed that feeling is back. (Weird how I never realized it was gone.)

That's NOT new, that's something I've had all my life, even as a kid. Nothing that was ever debilitating or anything, just a minor annoyance like having to sneeze and you can't.

Also, no more constipation! WOOT! (Sorry if that's TMI. LOL) Whether that's because the medicine's flushing out of my system or because I'm drinking a lot more water consistently or what, I don't care. BONUS!

Pain levels, seriously? Down to a 3. Meaning a hangnail for most people. I literally have not felt THIS good in a long while. Some occasional headaches, not bad, and possibly due to letting myself get a little under-hydrated while working out today (the pool was closed due to an electrical issue -- BOOH -- so I did an hour on the stationary cycle and some free weights and leg machines). Upping my fluids and using peppermint oil topically makes them go away. (Plus, I used to get headaches around the time of my period, so again, these could be tied in with genuine PMS.)

Here's my theory - The medicine HAD stopped working for me. Had it not, my body wouldn't be adapting so easily. Yes, I'm still cautiously optimistic because some have reported they felt great for the first few days and then crashed in some sort of rebound, but I'm still thinking had the medication still been working for me, I would have felt worse than I did in the early days after stopping.

Again, this is my freaky body. I have a looooong history of my body growing used to medications, making them ineffective.

Also, here's a list of the herbal teas I'm currently using as supplements. I was careful to select ones that didn't have St. John's Wort in them because I know you're not supposed to stack that on top of Cymbalta, and I didn't want to take any chances. I'm also limiting my caffeine intake to just my morning cup of coffee. (And as I write that, perhaps that is also a reason for the headaches, because I've cut waaaay back on the caffeine.)

Morning:

Traditional Medicinals Organic Lemon EveryDay Detox

During the day:

Yogi Relaxed Mind
Organic India Tulsi (Holy Basil) Red Mango (Note: This stuff tastes like bubblegum! It's great!)

Evening:

Traditional Medicinals Organic Nighty Night

We've also cut back on processed food. Hubby's been AMAZING in the kitchen the past several days, although we did go out to eat with my parents last night. (No, you can't have him. He's mine. LOL)

I've also been using my rosemary oil topically on my wrists and neck (I love the stuff!) as well as two blends of essential oils by Aura Cacia, one called Creative Juice and one called Relaxation.

So that's my latest update. I hope the information is helpful to anyone. Just remember I'm not a doctor and I don't play one on TV. LOL I'll also keep posting updates, at least until I hit the one-month mark. Who knows WHY I'm faring so well. Honestly? I expected FAR worse side effects based on my research. But it's still early. And I've also made pretty big changes by upping my exercise and drastically cutting most processed foods from my diet. The things could all be working in combination to help minimize the side effects.

Twitter name change...

Tuesday, September 11, 2012
BTW, if you follow me on Twitter, I've changed my handle from @madmumbler to @TymberDalton (I already had the @TymberDalton handle, and changed that one to @TymberDalton1...which I then changed to @madmumbler because I don't want to lose the handle LOL). Yes, I should have done this years ago, but didn't. I'd say spank me, but I enjoy that kind of thing, ya know. LOL

So, to summarize:

http://twitter.com/TymberDalton

Quitting Cymbalta (and it isn't pretty).

This pretty much describes me (partly) the past few days. Yes, Hubby is still alive. Sir (lucky Him) is several states and several thousand miles away on vacation and out of harm's reach... LOL

I suppose I should back up a few steps.

Okay, for those of you who follow me on a regular basis, you probably know I have Fibromyalgia/CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) and I've been on Cymbalta since 10/2010. Well, I decided after some thinking and research to quit cold-turkey.

Before I go any farther, let me state this is MY experience, and I am in NO way recommending anyone do anything I have done without talking to their physician first, okay? Also, I was on Cymbalta for FIBROMYALGIA. Cymbalta is an SNRI drug also prescribed for other reasons, physical and psychological. If you are on Cymbalta for ANYTHING other than pain management issues, do NOT go off this medication without consulting your doctor FIRST and setting up a treatment plan.

I have several reasons for quitting Cymbalta:

1) I don't think it's working for me anymore, although in the beginning, it was a godsend of a drug. (My body has a habit of getting used to medications very quickly, and I'm surprised it was effective as long as it was. Lyrica stopped working for me after a couple of months.)

2) I'm nearly positive it's contributing to my continual weight gain and the fact that despite exercise and diet modification, I'm unable to reverse the trend.

3) I'm convinced it's interfering with my writing, and since that's how I make my living, that's a VERY bad thing.

4) If I don't think it's working for me, I don't want to risk potential liver damage by continuing to take it.

5) We no longer have insurance. Although with the money we're saving every month on not paying insurance, we have more than enough to pay the full amount of the medicine, with reasons 1-4, it makes sense to try this.

I decided to try this as an experiment first, and to do it now, in summer, when it's very hot and humid and my best time of year pain-wise. I was on 60mg of Cymbalta once a day, which I took at night along with a 10mg Flexeril. I am still taking the Flexeril, but my last dose of Cymbalta was on Thursday, 9/6.

So far, compared to reactions I've heard others report with cold-turkey stoppage, my symptoms have been relatively mild. Like REALLY bad PMS in terms of mood swings. No brain "zaps" like some people report, but you know how you feel sometimes when you are sleep-deprived and have too much coffee, that not-loopy but odd feeling? Like that. (And actually, I'm getting close to my period, so some of what I'm feeling might actually BE PMS. LOL)

And really, today, day five, I'm feeling pretty good. (Although I did nearly launch our damn Fios modem through a window, but that's been an ongoing problem and only exacerbated by the sort-of-PMS feeling. LOL)

To me, this is pretty clear evidence that (unless something drastic changes over the next few days and I have horrible side effects) the Cymbalta had mostly stopped being effective for me.

So what am I doing to help counteract the side effects of withdrawal? LOTS of water. (Which, honestly, I don't drink enough of anyway.) I'm not taking ANY other medications, other than the Flexeril, not even Advil or Aleve, for a couple of weeks. No alcohol at all. I'm not a smoker, so not an issue, ditto other drugs.

Hubby and I are working on eliminating most processed foods from our diet. He's REALLY doing a fantastic job (thank you, Honey!!!) in the kitchen, cooking nutritious meals. I have "The Fibromyalgia Cookbook" and he's been making stuff from that, as well as from the "Everyday Happy Hervibore." No, we're not going totally nuts and doing vegan, and I'm not going gluten-free (yet). But we're guilty of doing a LOT of processed, pre-packaged foods instead of cooking from scratch.

I've also kicked my gym time into high gear. My goal is to go every day, even if I only do a few minutes on the exercise bikes. Lately, I've hit the pool every day, which is a HUGE help, and then I hit the hot tub and dry sauna. I have no excuse for the next couple of weeks, because I'm house-sitting for Sir and His wife while they're on vacation, and I literally have to drive PAST the gym to get there. LOL So I have no excuse to miss any gym time while they're gone, at least.

And, oh, surprise, I've lost three pounds since Thursday.

We have a chain of stores locally called Richards Foodporium (natural foods, supplements, etc.) and I picked up several "calming" teas, as well as a daily detox tea with lemon (not one of those cleanse things, something to help clean the liver). I've been using those a lot.

I also am doing research on my supplements. I added Lecithin to my daily doses, but after further researching I realized I grabbed the soy one instead of the egg one. Next time, I'll get the egg one, because that's supposed to be good for people with Fibro, and I'm not sensitive to eggs. I'm taking a daily multi-vitamin, as well as other supplements, so I'll be tweaking the mixture there as I see how I feel.

My pain levels so far aren't bad, quite honestly. (Not counting the muscle pain from too many minutes on the exercise bike at the gym. LOL) Overall, I'd say I'm at a 4, which on my scale is actually damn good and not something I'd use pain meds for anyway (like Aleve).

So that's where I'm at. I'm going to give this a full two weeks before I make any other adjustments (other than to supplements) and give the Cymbalta time to flush out of my system. Might even take longer than that.

Now, do not mistake me for knocking Cymbalta, because I'm not. If it works for you, fantastic. It DID work for me in the beginning. And I didn't want to try this in the winter when I typically have worse pain due to cooler temps and fluctuating weather as we get cold fronts (with accompanying low pressure) through all the time.

Why did I decide to go cold turkey and not taper down? Because if my theory of the drug no longer being effective for me is correct, I hypothesized that the withdrawal symptoms would not be severe. And considering so far it hasn't been worse than bad PMS (although others have reported BAD effects) I'm willing to deal with it. I am, however, fully prepared to return to a partial dosage IF and ONLY if I begin to have severe side effects. I would rather not, though, if I don't need to.

Feel free to comment on this post with your experience/questions. I will keep updating my experiences as I go through this. Look for the post label "quitting Cymbalta" in the labels to pull up all my posts on the subject. I would like this to generate a discussion and hopefully be of assistance to others in the future looking for more information on the topic.

One more reminder - I am NOT a doctor! This is MY experience only, and you should NOT base your medical decisions on my experience. You need to analyze YOUR experience, talk to YOUR doctor and pharmacist about your options, and make decisions based on YOUR situation. I am not responsible for any actions you take based upon what I've written here. (In other words, I'm not liable for your mistakes. LOL Okay? Please, please, please, do your research and take your time making your decisions and talk to your health care professionals before making your decision.)

EDIT: I should also add I've had VIVID dreams, not nightmares exactly, since quitting Cymbalta. Not unusual for me to have vivid dreams, but several nights in a row, that is. It is also one of the listed side effects of quitting.

Art imitating life, imitating art...

Saturday, September 8, 2012





I'm blogging today over at the When One Is Not Enough menage authors blog on my own poly situation and the Showtime show, "Polyamory: Married and Dating." Please stop by and check it out:

http://menageromance.blogspot.com/2012/09/art-imitating-life-imitating-art.html

What am I reading? Craig Johnson's Walt Longmire series

Friday, September 7, 2012
Robert Taylor as Walt Longmire (Source: aetv.com)
I make no bones about the fact that I'm totally and utterly hooked on the A&E series #Longmire. Because I'm so hooked on the series, I did purchase the first two books in Craig Johnson's Longmire series, "The Cold Dish" and "Death Without Company."

Brilliant. That is the only word to describe his writing. He's now tied for first in my list with James Lee Burke as my favorite writer. No, the show doesn't stay totally true to the books. I don't expect it to, either.

However, the show's writing DOES stay true to the characters, and to me, that's just as important. Having seen  Lou Diamond Phillip's portrayal of Henry Standing Bear, I completely picture him in the role in the books, seamlessly. Katee Sackhoff's portrayal of Vic, Walt's foul-mouthed deputy (whom I ADORE!) is spot-on (although in the book she's got dark hair, that's okay). And Robert Taylor's portrayal of Walt (even though he's an Aussie, he does a damn good accent) is dead-on. This will be one of those rare TV shows for which I collect the entire series on DVD. It will be an even rarer book series for which I will purchase both the e-books AND the print versions.

Yes. I feel it is THAT damn good.

The fact that the part of the country the books and series are set in is one of my absolute favorites next to my home state doesn't hurt, either. Much like James Lee Burke and his Atchafalaya Basin/New Orleans settings, Johnson makes you feel you're standing in the heart of Big Horn Mountain country.

So here are the first two books (also available through Barnes & Noble). I hope you enjoy them as much as I have.





Writer Beware...

When I was first venturing out into actively submitting my fiction a few years back, I would have been more than thrilled to receive an email from an agent wanting to represent me. Especially after amassing quite a few rejections from both agents and publishers.

Now, however, when I receive an email from an agent or someone at a publishing house soliciting me, it raises red flags. Mucho red flags.

Such was the email I received the other day from someone who was now working as an "e-pub" agent at an agency I've heard of before. (Meaning I've heard less than flattering things about them.)

Keep in mind, I do not have an agent. Haven't needed one. I am independently and self-published, and I'm quite happy with what I'm doing right now.

The name of the agent in question tickled my brain, and after some digging, I found out said agent was recently involved in a rather nasty and vocal kerfluffle when said person left a publishing house which bore their name. Authors left hanging, unpaid, and very nasty volleys fired back and forth in an extremely unprofessional way.

Um, thanks, but no thanks.

I have to admit I enjoyed the delicious irony of being able to send back a one-sentence reply informing an agent that their services do not meet my needs at this time.

ROTFLMAO!

So, okay. My whole point of this exercise is that you do NOT jump at something without thoroughly researching it first.

The best place to start is the Absolute Write's "Water Cooler" discussion forum, where they have an ENTIRE section devoted to agents, publishers, etc. good and bad. They even have conveniently provided indexes to make it easier to find someone. And it's free to sign up.

http://absolutewrite.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=22

Another great place to look is Preditors & Editors:

http://pred-ed.com/

And Piers Anthony's site as well:

http://www.hipiers.com/publishing.html

Another thing you should do when investigating a publishing-related person/company is to Google the name along with related terms like complaint, scam, problem, beware, warning etc. This way, you will likely pick up any blog entries about them that have been posted.

Remember, legitimate editors, agents, and publishers are usually awash in their slush piles and rarely have time to go hunting people down. That's not to say it's always suspect if they contact you. They might very well be legit and, for example, be a fan of your work (if you are already published) or might have had one of their existing clients speak highly of you. However, it's rare indeed. Just like money ALWAYS flows TO the author in legitimate publishing, queries always flow TO the agents/editors/publishers.

It could be indicative of a scam, of a brand new (ie. unexperienced) person, etc.

That's NOT the same as open submission calls where a publisher or editor or agent is specifically looking for certain things. THOSE are usually legitimate. It just means they're trying to get the word out about what they're wanting. But it's the individual, targeted queries directly to a specific writer that are generally suspect.

Also, pay attention to grammar/spelling. If the contact email is rife with errors, politely decline. (Do you really want someone repping you who can't proofread their own emails? Nooo.)

Another huge red flag is any mention of fees up front. (NOTE: This is in regards to traditional/indie publishing. Self-pubbed authors do have to pay for services a publisher would normally provide as part of their service.) Reading fees, etc. are generally a red flag.

So don't get sucked in. Don't let the joy of hearing "yes" from someone drown out the voice of common sense. If you get contractually sucked into something you can't get out of, you're screwed. Very few e-published authors actually NEED representation. There are enough free resources out there to help you decipher contract terms, most publishers will readily work with polite authors who want to negotiate contract terms, and you flat-out don't need to have 10-15% of your income siphoned right off the top when you're first starting out.

Now, sure, if you are one of the lightning-bolt-stricken few who get hit up by legitimate Big-6 publishing house for a contract because of your indie success, then it might behoove you to shop around for an agent. Those contracts and terms are far more complex (read - you are more easily screwed) than the standard indie contract.

So be careful out there, take your time, and remember if it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Kindlegraph

Thursday, September 6, 2012
Yes! I finally signed up at Kindlegraph. LOL Still not sure I know what the heck I'm doing, but feel free to hit me up there for autographs.

http://kindlegraph.com

Adult Excerpt: "Love Slave for Two: Reckoning" (Book 4)



"Love Slave for Two: Reckoning (Bk 4)" is now available from Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-reckoning

Blurb:

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, light consensual BDSM, sex toys, HEA]

Love and passion…

Nevvie, Tom, and Tyler have made it through more than their fair share of ups and downs, including surviving a cross-country family vacation cooped up together in an RV. With their family growing by leaps and bounds, their future looks bright even as their love and passion for each other burns ever brighter.

A deadly storm...

Now Nevvie has to stay strong not just for her men and her sons, but for her brothers, parents, and her little sister as she helplessly watches a killer hurricane bear down on Tampa from the safety of Savannah.

An even deadlier foe…

When confronted by an evil man hell-bent not only on revenge, but on destroying all Nevvie loves, can Nevvie, Tom, and Tyler rely on each other and draw on inner strength they never knew they possessed to face the final reckoning?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

The correct order to read all the books in the series are:

"Love Slave for Two: Beginnings" (Prequel)
"Love Slave for Two" (Book 1)
"Love Slave for Two: Family Matters" (Book 2)
"Love Slave for Two: Reunions" (Book 3)
"Love Slave for Two: Reckoning" (Book 4)

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STORY EXCERPT

Nevvie Kinsey-Paulson lay on the exam table and stared at the ultrasound screen where her ob-gyn, Dr. Fagen, had just highlighted two blurry shapes.

I wish Tommy and Tyler were here. “Twins?” Nevvie asked again, for confirmation.

I can’t have heard her right.

She nodded. “Twins.”

Crap.

Tom’s sister, Karen Kinsey, sitting on one side of Nevvie, giggled.

Dr. Fagen continued. “My guess is you’ll be due around January 20, based on what I’m seeing here and their measurements and level of development. That’s the best date I can give you since you don’t remember the exact date of your last period. With twins, however, it’s not uncommon for them to come early.”

Karen continued to giggle. “Twins!”

“This isn’t funny,” Nevvie said as she tried to absorb the news. So much had happened in the past couple of months. During their recent cross-country RV trip, Nevvie had reconnected with her adopted mother, Mary, and her two half brothers, Jacob and Kyle. She used the information when they returned home to find her birth parents, John and Kelly.

Her family had grown. Unfortunately, she also found out upon their return that Alex LaRogue, the man who had almost killed her, had been released from prison on parole and was now at large.

Which was why she was now hiding out in Savannah at Peggy’s, instead of at home with her men.

I don’t know how much more I can take.

“No, you’re right,” Karen agreed with a snort. “It’s not just funny. It’s hysterical.”

“Karen, don’t pick on her,” Peggy Kinsey gently chastised. Peggy was actually Tom’s mom, but Nevvie and Tyler had long ago adopted her as their mom. “She’s already stressed out enough as it is.”

Nevvie looked at Peggy and didn’t miss the pleased smile on her face.

“Et tu, Mom?”

“Well, it’s not like you’re giving birth to a litter of kittens or puppies, sugar. And twins do run in our family. Danny and Elle, for example. And two of my sisters had twins, as did a couple of my aunts. I’m surprised none of my brood were twins.”

Still stunned by the news, Nevvie stared at the screen.

“Nev, listen,” Peggy said. “You have Tommy and Tyler, and Andrew, and me, and your mom and dad and everyone else to help out. You don’t just have a village to help you with these babies. You’ve got half the damn Eastern Seaboard between Florida and Savannah who will pitch in.”

Nevvie couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Twins.

Not one, but two babies she now had to protect from Alex LaRogue, in addition to her young sons, Mikey and Adam.

“I need to go talk to Ben Jones,” Nevvie said. She’d meant to do it a few days earlier, but finding out she was pregnant had shoved the errand out of her mind. Then, with a houseful of guests and the Fourth of July holiday weekend, and concern about what the ob-gyn would say about her baby…babies, she corrected herself, she hadn’t thought about it since.

Peggy burst out laughing. “Ben Jones? Well, that’s sure one heck of a segue, hon.”

She looked up at Peggy. “Can we go talk to him today? Do you think he’s home?” He was Peggy’s next-door neighbor. A widower, he wanted to move back up north to be near his family and had expressed interest in selling his house and property.

Peggy’s brow furrowed. “Okay, I said this before and I’ll say it again. Don’t let your worry about Alex being out there somewhere on the loose drive you into making a rash decision. I’m happy to have you and the boys living with me. There’s plenty of room. I’d be happy with you living next door, too. If you want to buy a house up here, that’s fine. Just don’t buy the first thing you see because you’re afraid.”

“Did I miss something?” Dr. Fagen asked.

Karen spoke up so Nevvie didn’t have to. “Her ex was in jail for attacking her. They let him out on parole a couple of weeks ago, but he hasn’t checked in yet. There’s a new warrant out for his arrest because of it. Nevvie’s been talking about them moving up here permanently from Tampa. He’s not a nice guy.”

“Ah.”

Peggy chimed in. “We’ll contact Nevvie’s ob-gyn down in Tampa and have him send up her records. She’ll need a planned C-section due to complications when she had Mikey.”

Nevvie turned back to the ultrasound screen and stared at it, letting Mom and Karen take over. All she wanted to do was focus on her babies.

“Sounds like a plan,” Dr. Fagen said. “With twins, it increases the risk a little, so I’ll want to see you in here more frequently than you probably were used to with your first two pregnancies.”

“Did I hurt them?” Nevvie asked. “I’ve had wine. And I took stuff for my headaches and upset stomach because I didn’t know I was pregnant.”

“If it’ll put your mind at ease, we can run the full battery of tests,” Dr. Fagen said. “I seriously doubt a few glasses of wine and some ibuprofen hurt them, considering all the women I’ve seen over the years who did a lot worse during their pregnancies. You don’t smoke, you don’t do drugs, you’re in great health, and your vital signs are all normal. What might hurt your babies is you stressing yourself to death over them. I’d write you a prescription for relaxation if I could.”

Nevvie spotted the doctor’s kind smile. Her other doctor had accepted her relationship with Tom and Tyler without hesitation or question. She liked that this doctor had also seemed unfazed by her nontraditional poly triad relationship. “Okay. Let’s do it. Everything.”

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ADULT EXCERPT


Nevvie let Kelly drive the three of them home even though she hadn’t had anything to drink. She hoped Tyler and Tom were still awake. Happily, she found them stretched out in bed and watching a movie on TV.

She stripped naked and crawled into bed with them. “Hi.”

“Hi, sugar,” Tom said. “You all right?” He wore an amused look.

“I’m fine,” she said as she settled between them.

Tyler rolled to face her. “Do I detect a bit of friskiness, love?”

“Maaaaybe,” she said. After watching the three male strippers strut their stuff, she’d left frisky in the dust hours earlier. Between the stripper show and her hormones, she was damn horny.

Tom also rolled to face her. He’d had surgery to fix his broken nose and the last of the bruises and scars from that had just faded. He slipped his hand between her legs. “Oh, she’s wet, all right,” he said.

“Ah,” Tyler said. “So our sweet pet wants a good fucking. Is that it?”

“Maaaaybe,” she said, grinning. Her baby belly wasn’t so big yet that she couldn’t enjoy herself. In a few months, she’d be so big she wouldn’t want either man to touch her and might consider castrating them herself.

“What did y’all do at that bridal shower to get you so wound up?” Tom playfully asked.

“You don’t want to know,” she said, moaning as his finger parted her labia and slipped inside her wet pussy.

“Don’t be so sure about that, baby girl,” Tom said. “Anything that’s got you this hot and bothered has my interest.”

“Oh, really?” Tyler asked. He also put his hand between her legs and started probing with his talented fingers. He homed in on her swollen clit and started rubbing. “Ah, you’re right, Thomas. She’s wet and ready for a good, hard fucking.”

“Duh,” Nevvie said, snickering.

Tom added a second finger to her pussy and began finger-fucking her. “Does our little slave want us to fuck her brains out?”

“Uh-huh!” Now that her morning sickness had completely gone, she was horny as hell nearly fifty percent of the day.

The other fifty percent she was atomically hormonal, and was glad Peggy had the guns locked up so she couldn’t use them at her whim on her loving husbands.

“Oh, Thomas,” Tyler said. “I do believe we have a little slave ready and willing to be fucked senseless.”

“Uh-huh!”

Tyler slipped a hand into her hair, gently fisting it and using it as a convenient handhold to keep her in place while he kissed her. Kiss meaning he slipped his tongue into her mouth and fucked her with it, exploring and tasting and getting her even hornier than she’d been before she crawled into bed with them.

Tom pulled his fingers from her pussy and found her right breast. He played with her nipple, turning it into a rigid peak and making her clit throb as her pussy clenched with need.

She flexed her hips against Tyler. “Please!”

Tyler nipped her lower lip. “Your collar is at home, my sweet little slave, but I suppose you don’t need it to service your Masters, do you?”

“No, Sir!” she said.

“Good girl,” Tom cooed in her ear. He pinched her right nipple, making her squirm with pleasure before his hand moved to her left and started giving it similar torment.

Tyler eased her onto her back and moved down the bed. He pushed her thighs apart. “I think I know what our little slave wants, Thomas,” he said, “but you’d better keep her quiet.”

“With pleasure,” Tom said. He sat up, then swung a leg over her. He settled over her face, his stiffening cock within reach of her lips. She opened her mouth and tried to flick her tongue over his slit, but he shifted out of reach. “Not yet, baby girl. Open.”

She did.

He pulled his cock out of the way and settled over her with his balls in her mouth. She eagerly laved her tongue over them, knowing he loved it, wanting to make him come.

Meanwhile, Tyler had nuzzled in between her thighs and spread her labia with his thumbs. When his sweet tongue swiped up her clit, she loudly moaned around Tom’s balls.

“Oh, fuck!” Tom said. “Do that again, Ty.”

Tyler did, garnering the same results and making Tom moan. Apparently unable to stand it any longer, he rose up and bumped her lips with his cock.

She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked him in. “That’s it, baby girl,” he whispered. “Do your magic.”

Between her thighs, Tyler not only used his tongue, but his fingers on her. He inserted three fingers inside her while his tongue did deliciously evil things to her clit.

Nevvie closed her eyes and let pleasure drown her. Her men knew exactly what to do to her body to melt her. Boring?

Never.

When Tyler changed the game and pressed a finger into her ass, she exploded. Her loud moans around Tom’s cock triggered his climax.

“Goddamn!” he grunted as she felt his hands hit the bed on either side of her head to brace himself. Hot jets of his cum squirted into her mouth. She swallowed, trying to keep up and barely managing it. After a minute, he rolled off her before he kissed her deeply.

“You are so good, baby girl,” he whispered before kissing her again.

Tyler propped himself up on his elbows. “Is our sweet little slave ready for a good, hard fucking?” he asked.

“Uh-huh!” That felt like a good answer. And syllabically, it was the only answer she could provide that made any sense.

Her men were particularly adept at short-circuiting her brain.

Tyler flipped her over onto her hands and knees.

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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Adult Excerpt: "Love Slave for Two: Reunions" (Book 3)

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

"Love Slave for Two: Reunions (Bk 3)" is now available from Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-reunions

Blurb:

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

Nevvie and Thomas think Tyler is nuts for coming home with an RV and an even crazier plan to travel from Florida to Seattle. What could be better than a family vacation with two kids and Tyler’s father?

Perhaps finally putting the ghosts of Nevvie’s past to bed for good as she seeks answers to who she is.

She begins to seriously doubt the wisdom of their journey as mishaps seemingly pile up by the mile. And when a tropical storm and medical emergency add to the mix, she considers pulling the plug. By the time they reach Seattle, she endures almost more than her sanity can take, including a ride in a patrol car, a stowaway, and nonconsensual use of handcuffs.

And that’s before she’s given her mother a piece of her mind.

Through it all she’ll discover that sometimes the longest journeys, no matter how trying, are the ones that bring you closest to family—and home.

A Siren Erotic Romance

The correct order to read all the books in the series are:

"Love Slave for Two: Beginnings" (Prequel)
"Love Slave for Two" (Book 1)
"Love Slave for Two: Family Matters" (Book 2)
"Love Slave for Two: Reunions" (Book 3)
"Love Slave for Two: Reckoning" (Book 4)

STORY EXCERPT

Nevvie stood on the sidewalk, sure she probably looked like a moron from the stunned expression on her face.

“What the hell?” She reached for her pocket, just to remember…

“Crap.” She closed her eyes and groaned.

“What?” Andrew asked.

“I left my cell phone in the RV.”

Andrew shook his head. “Mine’s in there, too.”

Nevvie remembered Tyler’s insistence that he would drive today. “Tyler was in the bathroom. He must not have realized we left.” She looked around and spotted a pay phone a block away. She stalked over to it. “I’m gonna kill him,” she grumbled.

Andrew followed her. “I wouldn’t blame you, dear.”

The pay phone worked, but when she sent a collect call to Tyler’s phone, his voice mail picked up. She tried Tom’s and received the same response.

She slammed the receiver back onto the hook. “Crap!” She took a deep breath to try to calm her anger. “Any suggestions?”

“I suppose we need to contact the authorities.”

“Terrific. I wonder how long this will take to make it to the Internet tabloids.”

They returned to the store. After the clerk stopped laughing, she called the local police. The dispatcher, apparently laughing also, told the clerk they’d send an officer as soon as possible.

Andrew placed a hand on Nevvie’s shoulder. “Steady, love. Don’t be cross with them.”

“I’m not. I’m pissed off at Tyler.”

They went outside to wait in the shade of the store’s front porch, where they sat on a bench. Nevvie stared at the street.

“How could he have not realized we weren’t there?” Andrew pondered.

“Well, Adam did turn the DVD player on. He probably thought we were in back with Tommy and the kids.”

They sat and people watched for a few minutes when Andrew broke the easy silence. “Nev, may I confide in you?”

This sounded big. “Sure you can.”

His face turned a little pink. “Do you think Peggy would be offended if I asked her out to dinner when we stop by on our way home?”

A broad smile creased Nevvie’s face. “No, I don’t think she’d be offended in the least. In fact, I think she would love for you to ask her out.”

Andrew’s gaze dropped to the ground. “It’s been a long while since I’ve met someone I really wanted to get to know better like her.” He gasped, then looked at her again. “Do you think it would upset Tom? I don’t want to do anything to hurt his feelings.”

Nevvie couldn’t hold back the laughter. “No, Dad, I’m sure Tommy would be fine with it.” She hugged him. “We’d all be fine with it.”

* * * *

Tyler lost track of time as he drove. The nice thing about being a writer was he could work while he drove, using the time to plot out his next book in his head. Which was a lot more work than he’d done in reality.

The idea he’d gotten in Kansas City hadn’t solved all his problems with the plot. Now if he could just work out the rest of the kinks, maybe he could get the book turned in on time.

When he glanced at the clock on the dash, he realized it’d been thirty minutes since they’d hit the interstate and he had yet to see Nevvie. Usually, she would wait until the kids were engrossed in a movie and then join Tom up front while he drove.

He fought the urge to pout over that. She must be tired. Perhaps she’s napping. She did mention she wanted one. He turned down the radio. “Nevvie,” he called out, “I really am feeling a bit peckish. Could I trouble you for a sandwich and a bottle of water?”

He felt his irritation grow when he called for her again, and then a third time and still no response. He was about to really raise the roof when he heard the door to the bedroom open. Thomas stumbled out, holding on to the galley counter as he made his way up front where he finally dropped into the passenger seat. He looked like he’d just woken up. His hair was disheveled.

“Ty, what in hell are you hollering about out here?”

“Well, I’ve called out for Nevvie to see if I could get a sandwich and she’s ignoring me. Is she really that cross over me driving?” Tyler glanced at Thomas and didn’t understand the odd look on his face. “Thomas, what’s wrong?”

He did look a bit more awake now. “Ty, I’m gonna ask you what might seem to be a really stupid question, but I want an answer anyway, okay?”

“Of course, love. What is it?”

Thomas arched an eyebrow. “Where the hell are Nevvie and Dad?”

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ADULT EXCERPT


“So, what would it take to un-irritate you, hmm?” Tyler asked.

Tom burst out laughing. “Um, yeah. That. Exactly.”

Nevvie climbed off the bed and let Tyler scoot next to Tom. Tyler grabbed him and pulled him into his lap while laying a long, deep, sexy kiss on his lips. “You mean, that?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah!” he breathlessly whispered before pulling Tyler’s mouth back down to his.

Nevvie undressed while Tyler revved Tom’s motor. She climbed onto the bed on Tom’s other side and started working on his slacks. He tried kicking his shoes off while she did that, and neither of them made any progress in getting his clothes off.

Finally, in frustration, he broke his kiss with Tyler and sat up. “Okay, let me get nekkid. Y’all got me so horny I can’t think straight.”

While he stood and began yanking off his clothes, Tyler also stood. He took a slower, more seductive pace as his gaze bored into Tom’s while he unbuttoned his shirt. “I’m going to get you even more horny before I let you come, love.”

Tyler’s deep, throaty tone, combined with his sexy British accent, did what it always did to Nevvie even though his words were directed at Tom. Her clit throbbed as moisture immediately began pooling in her pussy.

“Who’s going to make me come?” she asked in a plaintive tone.

“Oh, don’t worry, love,” Tyler assured her. “You’ll be begging us to stop by the time we’re finished with you.”

Tom threw himself back down onto the bed, landing next to her and bouncing her a little. “Oh, yeah, sugar,” he said. “Gonna have you screaming your head off.” He grabbed her and pulled her down to him, kissing her. His tongue stroked the seam of her lips and she softly moaned.

“Well, perhaps not screaming,” Tyler said with a chuckle. He reached out and stroked her ass before starting to remove his slacks. “We don’t want her waking up the boys.”

Tom broke their kiss just long enough to reply. “I’m sure I’ve got something I can gag her with,” he said with a wicked grin before kissing her again.

Nevvie whimpered with need, her clit now swollen and aching just from their little bit of banter. Her two men knew her body so well, and it never got old with both of them keeping her plenty busy.

Tom’s fingers gently fisted in her hair as he pulled her mouth off his. His breath brushed against her lips as he spoke. “You want my cock to suck on while Tyler’s licking your pussy, baby girl?”

“Mm-hmm!” She tried to kiss him again, but he firmly held on to her hair and wouldn’t let her get close enough to lock lips again.

A sexy smile curled his mouth. “Aw, is our poor baby girl all wet and horny?”

Somewhere behind her, she felt Tyler’s fingers unerringly slip between her legs and part her labia.

“Oh, yes,” Tyler confirmed. “One very wet little slave girl.”

Her insides twisted in a hot and pleasant way. So they want the little slave girl game tonight? Fine with her. She loved playing it. She wiggled her butt at him, trying to encourage him to play with her a little longer. Instead, he laid a light slap across her right ass cheek, not even enough to sting.

“Who told you to do that?” Tyler asked. “Hold still.”

Tom pulled her lips back down onto his, his tongue roughly thrusting into her mouth as Tyler began teasing her with his fingers. Not quite stroking her clit, he gathered some of her juices onto his fingers and started tracing every fold between her legs. Tom slipped a hand under her and found her left breast. He cupped her in his hand, her nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger.

She whimpered again as Tom’s skilled fingers slowly rolled her nipple, turning it into a stiff, aching point of need with a direct connection to her clit and pussy.

“Oh, she likes that,” Tyler said. He laid his other hand on her left ass cheek and squeezed. She tried to wiggle and squirm between them to get more contact directly on her clit, but Tyler wouldn’t let her. “No, love,” he chastised. “You be a good girl and let your masters take care of you.”

Nevvie whined in protest, but Tom’s tongue in her mouth and fingers on her nipple soon had her distracted again. As did Tyler, who had now inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, where he proceeded to finger-fuck her.

“Ah, love, you’re so perfectly ready. I simply cannot wait any longer to be inside you.” He grabbed her hips and made her stand next to the bed, bent over. Tom changed position, his legs hanging off the bed. Tyler pushed her head down to Tom’s cock. “Get busy, love. I doubt you’ll come this time, but I need to fuck that sweet pussy.”

As her lips closed around Tom’s cock, his hands once again twisted in her hair as his hips thrust up to meet her downward journey. He quickly grew rigid between her lips, his warm, musky scent filling her lungs.

Behind her, Tyler grabbed her hips, lined his cock up with her pussy, and plunged home hard, shoving her down even further on Tom’s cock.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed it. She loved being pinned between her men, either like this or sandwiched between them with both their cocks filling her pussy and ass at the same time. Tyler varied his thrusts between short, shallow strokes and hard, deep ones that filled her completely and stretched her pussy in a pleasantly familiar way. She wrapped her fingers around the base of Tom’s cock as she tried to keep up with Tyler.

“That’s it, love,” he grunted. “Just relax and enjoy letting your owners use your body.”

Nevvie thought her insides would melt from the heat of his voice. She knew she wouldn’t get over like this, but the erotic friction of Tyler’s cock inside her churned her desire for them. When she tried to rock back against him in time with his strokes, he lightly slapped her ass again.

“Behave, love. I’m driving. Be a good girl. Let me set the pace.”

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