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4.10.09

How many can play? Win the answer.

Want to win a copy on Fourplay? Read on!

One of the things I like most about writing erotic romances is that there are basically no limits on my imagination. Picture yourself in a long satin robe, holding a glass of chilled white wine, listening to soft jazz on your souond system, the lights dim, the scent of roses in the air, and standing over you the hottest alpha male you've ever seen. Thick hair you want to run your fingers throuogh. A hard masculine face softened by sensuous lips. A lean, fit bosy with an impressive bulge in his pants. And heat in his eyes that you know is just for you .

Oh, wait! You're really sitting in your desk chair or writing recliner, in last year's sweats, no makeup, a football game on television, and if you still have kids at home they are probably dricing you nuts. But in your mind you can be that first woman. you can lift yourself to the plane of imagination and live your fantasy. On paper. where anything goes.

And so it was for Holly Martin, until she met Michael, who turned her world upside down and introduced her to the pleasures of multiple partners and erotic delights. In Fourplay, Holly learns there are no bounds to sexual pleasure exc ept those she places on herself.

She loved the ménage her lover, Michael Collins had introduced her to, but now here they were, spending a week at Duncan MacLaughlin’s cottage in Scotland and Holly Martin wasn’t sure she was ready for the surprise he promised her. No details, just a wide grin. The surprise turned out to be Jim Grainger, a friend of Michael and Duncan’s, who was as much into a foursome as the other men. With all that testosterone flowing around her, and three very gorgeous and sexy men to play games with, Holly suddenly realized she loved a sexy numbers game.
Excerpt"
Holly Martin climbed out of the big four wheel drive vehicle, looked around her and let out a long breath. A heavy breeze lifted strands of her auburn hair and whipped them across her creamy cheeks. She pulled her jacket a little tighter around her small frame and looked at the man who’d arrived with her.
“Oh, Michael. It’s beautiful.” She stretched out her arms and turned in a circle. “Just absolutely beautiful. It reminds me of my grandparents’ place in Maine.”
And so it did. This cottage just outside of Glendale, in the Isle of Skye, looked as if it had been set down in paradise. Made of stone and wood, it perched on a windswept bluff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Surrounding it were acres of natural grounds. Michael had told her it was wildlife habitat, and this was the only house that would ever be built here. It made a perfect, private setting for the outrageous sexual adventures in which Duncan McLaughlin and his friends engaged on a regular basis.
Holly had been looking forward to this visit ever since Michael had approached her about it. She’d met Duncan McLaughlin when he’d come to Denver on a business trip and stayed with the two of them. By then ménage with closely selected friends had become a regular occurrence, something she’d grown into and not only felt comfortable with but thoroughly enjoyed. The memory of the week the three of them had spent together sent shivers through her.
The thought of another week alone with both men spent entirely in sexual activities had given rise to many nights of erotic dreams. All through the long plane trip, the connecting flight and the drive, her body had tingled with anticipation, knowing what she was stepping into.
She and Michael had been together for four years. Tuning in to her natural submissive desire on their first date, he’d brought her along carefully to the type of D/s relationship he liked, introducing her to things she’d never thought she’d dare to try. By the time she’d experienced her first ménage, she’d been willing to try anything as long as it gave him pleasure, knowing that she was the one who controlled that pleasure. It was both freeing and empowering.
But lately she’d wondered where this…thing…between them would go next. Never the clingy type, she still wondered what the future held for them. Several times on the plane trip, she’d thought of casually asking him then bitten her tongue. She didn’t want to destroy the mood of this trip and what they would all experience. She tucked her question in a corner of her brain, packing it away until they were back in their own place.
She lifted her face to the sun and let the strong breeze caress her skin. Everything smelled fresh and clean and looked freshly washed. A painting would not have done it justice.
Michael came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding under her sweater to cup her breasts.

Want to win a copy? Just email me at http://www.desireeholt.com/ and put Fourplay in the subject line. I'll pick a winner on Wednesday

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey lady,

I LOVE your books...they get better and better!!!!

Hugs

Valerie
in Germany

Allie Standifer said...

Your books should come with a twelve step warning. "One taste and you're addicted."
Thanks for my latest fix.

KyAnn said...

You are such a naughty girl. No wonder I adore you.

KyAnn

Patsy said...

Love your books.

ReadingIsSoMuchFun said...

Man this sounds so good. I have sent an email through your web site to be entered. WoW! I want to read more loved the teaser :-)

Hugssss
LindaH

flchen1 said...

Wow, great excerpt, Desiree! And how fun that we readers benefit from your lovely imagination :)

TeresaNoelleRoberts said...

Well, hello. The more hunky heroes the better, I always say. This one sounds fun!

LORETTA CANTON said...

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