Greetings all!
Apologies for missing last month's post. I had a series of family-related problems that left me breathless and in need of immediate therapy but I got through them although I did miss a few blog post things.
For this month I'm featuring LUST ON TAP, my 2012 Ellora's Cave menage! It's a sort of a twist on the "traditional menage" (like you'd expect anything different from me). It starts out as Just Two, then they Add One, subsequently Subtract One to Become A Different Two, then finally (perhaps, we may never know) Become Three.
Blurb:
When brewery owner Dustin Prufrock meets sexy saleswoman Helena Turner, sparks fly—angry sparks. They seem destined to clash, until a hot hookup in a cold beer cooler changes everything.
For Dustin, it’s a life-changing moment that sets him on a path away from his birthright, while Helena faces her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the microbrewing world. The power of preconceived notions nearly tears them apart—until they meet up with Dustin’s friend Erik, who provides an erotic and emotional connection that completes them all.
But fate has different plans. When Dustin is forced to honor his responsibilities as heir to a large business, Helena and Erik are thrown together in an attempt to run Dustin’s brewery. Now the strength and trust of their once-balanced threesome has been shattered…and mutual lust might not be enough to keep them all together.
Apologies for missing last month's post. I had a series of family-related problems that left me breathless and in need of immediate therapy but I got through them although I did miss a few blog post things.
For this month I'm featuring LUST ON TAP, my 2012 Ellora's Cave menage! It's a sort of a twist on the "traditional menage" (like you'd expect anything different from me). It starts out as Just Two, then they Add One, subsequently Subtract One to Become A Different Two, then finally (perhaps, we may never know) Become Three.
Blurb:
When brewery owner Dustin Prufrock meets sexy saleswoman Helena Turner, sparks fly—angry sparks. They seem destined to clash, until a hot hookup in a cold beer cooler changes everything.
For Dustin, it’s a life-changing moment that sets him on a path away from his birthright, while Helena faces her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the microbrewing world. The power of preconceived notions nearly tears them apart—until they meet up with Dustin’s friend Erik, who provides an erotic and emotional connection that completes them all.
But fate has different plans. When Dustin is forced to honor his responsibilities as heir to a large business, Helena and Erik are thrown together in an attempt to run Dustin’s brewery. Now the strength and trust of their once-balanced threesome has been shattered…and mutual lust might not be enough to keep them all together.
HOT and never-before-seen (that is to say "exclusive" excerpt which is in their still "Just Two" stage referred to above and when I say Hot I mean Rated XXX):
Her morning passed in a blur of nervous energy and she found herself standing in front of his secretary’s desk, sweaty-palmed and pissed off that she was so uptight. The woman looked her up and down, slowly, and pointed to a chair. “I’ll tell Mr. Prufrock you’re here.” Helena sat, took in the various awards for brews and packaging and what not. Amazing photos of Lake Michigan, light houses, farmland and of downtown Grand Rapids graced the walls. She jumped when the massive wood door opened and Dustin strode out clutching a stack of papers dotted with colorful charts. His green eyes snapped with anger as he slammed them on his assistant’s desk. The woman gave him a look, then nodded towards Helena.
The smile he shot her made her fillings melt. Damn him. She was like some kind of drooling Pavlovian dog around him. But she stood, tossed her hair back and held out a hand. “Mr. Prufrock. Thanks for agreeing to meet with me.”
“Of course, Ms. Turner. Please. Come in.” He put a hand in the small of her back and it felt perfect. “Oh, and Mrs. Richardson, you can take the rest of the afternoon off. Enjoy your Friday!”
Helena gasped at the huge room. Two walls were floor to ceiling books, photos, trophies, medals and other awards. Plans for what looked like expansion were spread out on a huge antique drafting table alongside a giant industrial looking steel desk that sat in front of a giant window. His laptop was open there, with a small printer, a cup of coffee and a photo. It was the two of them at a recent beer festival. She gulped, ignored it in favor of gazing out over the expanse of the giant brewery floor. The hustle and bustle was breathtaking. The huge stainless steel fermenters, large brew house and what looked like twenty people walking to and fro, laughing, carrying out their duties. Music breached the window barrier. The Clash. She smiled.
“So,” she turned at the sound of his voice. He sat, fingers tented together in front of his lips. Clad in light denim and a soft looking white shirt, he made her heart sing at the sight of him. “Why don’t you have a seat Ms. Turner. Tell me what you would bring to the marketing effort here at Prufrock?”
She slid into a soft leather chair opposite him and crossed her legs. He wanted to play this little game, no problem. She’d come loaded with pertinent questions, a few facts about his recent sales slump and ideas for a new line of lagers that would cost a shit load to add to his line up but could be a whole new niche for the company. She gave her background, slowly, turning a little back and forth in the chair, letting her hand slide down her neck as she spoke. Satisfied with the way his eyes darkened, she let her fingers trail down to the tops of her breasts, exposed just enough in the vee of a silky camisole under her suit jacket. She uncrossed her legs and let him get a good look at her absence of underwear the re-crossed them, sat up and glared at him.
“Tell me the truth Prufrock. You tell me why I should leave a job that is about to make me sales manager of the largest beer and wine distributor in the state to come here and let you ogle me every fucking day.”
He startled, straightened up, realizing she’d been fucking around with him long enough to make her point. Pleased at the way he squirmed in his seat from what she knew damn good and well was a giant hard on, she frowned at him. Sat back and crossed her arms. “Well?”
“Jesus Helena do you really think I’m doing this so I can ogle you?” He stood, walked over to the large window and watched the activity below. “I mean, you have got a giant inferiority chip on your shoulder I know. You are out to prove how fucking awesome you are each and every day I realize that. Can’t you just accept that you are awesome. You are the most creative, assertive and perfect person for this job.”
She watched his jaw clench and felt her heart go along for the ride. Dear God she loved this man. “Well, then, you are going to have to make a few commitments.” She stayed seated fighting the urge to go to him, hold him, let him do whatever he wanted including pull out that damn engagement ring again.
He turned, eyebrow raised in question. “Like what?”
“Like not being such a Scrooge with the budget. You told me yourself you didn’t like spending money on point of sale stuff or on simple things like decent tee shirts and give away trinkets and trash. That has to stop.” She held up a hand to keep him from interrupting. “Oh and you will need to let me be in charge of that lazy ass sales director. He has potential but you are letting him get away half assed which is why your sales fell this quarter. He won’t like me, I promise you that. But we will slap this thing into high gear, and he’ll get his holiday bonus. Which he will like.”
Dustin grinned, stuck his hands in his pockets, looking like the adorable man she kept resisting.
“And one last thing.”
He nodded but stayed quiet.
“I get to come in this room anytime I want and do this.” She rose slowly, took the five steps between them slipping out of her jacket and into his arms.
“Well, I’m not sure about the budget thing but this last request…” he laughed as she tried to pull away. “I’m kidding Turner, Jesus. You know I’m gonna turn this whole shit pile of marketing over to you, gladly and you will have carte blanche to do whatever the hell it is you need to do.”
She smiled, molded into his long, lean body and kissed him loving the smell and taste of him. The way he knew all her buttons to push and which levels to pull to calm her down when needed still amazed her. He parted her lips with his tongue, maneuvered her back until her ass connected with the drafting table. Reaching up under her skirt he broke from her lips and whispered. “My only requirement Ms. Turner…” He found her clit, pressed against it while sliding some combination of fingers into her dripping wet pussy. “Is that you always come to work like this.” She groaned, gripped his shoulder as he pressed in deep, kissing her with an intensity that she loved.
“Dustin,” she whispered as he pulled his fingers out of her and slid them into his mouth. “I want you, right here.”
“Oh believe me that is on this meeting’s agenda.” He grinned unzipping himself and spinning her around, yanking her skirt up in one quick motion. She spread her legs, tilted her hips. “And I plan on doing it to your specifications. A lot.” He slid into her in one long smooth stroke, fisting her hair and making her back arch forcing a moan from her lips. They’d forgone condoms several months ago after exchanging health reports. She took a birth control shot three times a month, and had for years.
“Look,” he grunted, turning her head so she could see them, clearly outlined in the mirror like surface of one window. She shoved her hips back, and her legs further apart. The perfection of his body inside hers was something she still marveled at and swore not to take for granted. “Reach down and touch that clit. Pretend it’s my tongue. Hell pretend it’s somebody else’s tongue. And watch while I fuck you.”
She touched the engorged nub of her sex and rubbed as he fucked her, shoving her up against the table she propped up on with her other hand. Watching them in the window and crying out as she came in a rush of emotion and passion, loving the warm sensation of his release deep inside her. Tears threatened as they always did but for the first time in the months together she let them flow, needing that release almost as much as the one he’d given her seconds before.
Dustin collapsed over her back, holding her close, then slipped out of her and turned her around. “Don’t cry my Helena. Please don’t ever cry.”
She shook her head, helped him zip up and adjusted her skirt. “I cry all the damn time. Don’t flatter yourself.” But he tilted her chin up, made her look at him. “I love you,” she whispered. “The jury is out on how well we will actually work together, but I’m willing to give a shot.”
He smiled, brushed her lips with his callused thumb. “Okay. Now, I’m going to ask you one more thing.”
She sucked in a breath, realizing this was the moment. If he asked, she’d say yes. She knew it.
“Move in with me.” He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her lips. “Let’s do a dry run with the marriage thing.”
“Oh, um, well,” Her face flushed. Living with the guy had not entered her mind, at least not unless they were married. But the relief that washed through her told her all she needed. “Sure.” She smiled and shrugged. “But I am not cleaning. Or cooking.”
“Hell, you think I don’t already know that? I wouldn’t eat anything you cooked anyway. I cook. We split the cleaning and what we don’t do the house keeper does including the laundry because I am not doing that.”
“God you are such a spoiled brat.” But her chest had loosened and the moment seemed perfect. This was good. They would make it work. “But what about your …”
“Nope.” He put a finger over her lips. “I don’t care what they think. I won’t stop being their son but I won’t subject you to them. Even if you do finally succumb to my obvious charms and marry me.”
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her mind spun a million miles and hour already at the giant task of organizing the chaos that was the marketing effort for the brewery. He kissed her hair, held her close. “Relax, my Helena. It’s Friday. We’ll deal with work in a few days. For now, it’s time to go home. With me.”
LUST is On Tap for sure in my world!
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Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great Midwest, in a major college town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse, plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry), has prepped her for life as erotic romance author.
When she isn't sweating inventory and sales figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional efforts for her latest publications.
Her groundbreaking romance subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” has gained thousands of fans and followers who are interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”)
Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high-powered real estate offices. Don’t ask her for anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.
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