Book 1 The Vault Series
Author: Anne Lange
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance- Ménage w/ light BDSM elements
Heat Level: 4
Length : approx 262 pages
Release Date: January 17, 2014
Publisher: Etopia Press
“Angie, you joining us, baby?” Tyler called out from the living room. When dinner ended, she had busied herself with cleanup. The guys waited in the other room.
Could she do it? She peeked through the archway. Tyler travelled around the room, turning down lights, turning on soft music, setting the mood—her sweet husband doing what he could to help her relax. She caught Connor’s dark, heated gaze, trapped as he followed her movement. Her womb clutched, her nipples tingled. How did one go about starting an evening of sex with two men?
“I need to relax.” She breathed deep, filling her lungs with much-needed oxygen. After a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, she felt a little tipsy. Those butterflies had congregated in her stomach, with their wings extended, ready to take flight.
Excitement raced through her body, leaving her jittery and hyper-aware.
She licked her lips and turned away from Connor’s watchful stare to wipe the spotless table. A moment later, a warm hand covered hers. She glanced up into her husband’s heavy-lidded eyes.
“I think the table is clean. How about you sit with us and have another drink?”
“OK,” she whispered. Dropping the cloth, she allowed her husband to lead her away. She followed him to the other room.
“More red?” Tyler asked. “Or would you prefer to switch to white?”
She shook her head. “I’ve had enough. Some water would be nice though.”
While he filled her request, she sat on the couch and stole a quick glance in Connor’s direction. He appeared relaxed, lounging across from her in the recliner, his right foot propped upon his left knee, twirling the stem of his wine glass in his deft fingers. His gaze intent on her.
Tyler joined her, handed her the water, and settled into the cushions. At the back of her head, his fingers toyed with her hair, every so often brushing across the back of her neck in soft strokes.
His attempt to relax her had yet to work. She took a deep breath and downed half the water. If she had to wait much longer, the risk of chickening out increased.
Connor rose and crossed the room. He dropped to his knees in front of her.
Relief rushed through her. She wanted to cup his face and kiss him for making the first move.
Maintaining eye contact, he placed his hands over her breasts, cupped them, and then he began a slow massage while he nudged her knees apart and wedged himself between them.
After a quick glance at Tyler—she assumed asking for and receiving a final
confirmation—Connor leaned in and brushed his lips across hers.
She sighed into his mouth.
The kiss began as a gentle exploration, a sliding of his lips against hers. She could smell the wine on his breath, a light blend of cherries and oak. The softness of the cushion collapsed within her grip as she squeezed the edge of it in her fists. She couldn’t decide where her focus should be—on her breasts where Connor kneaded them with a soft touch and an occasional flick across her nipples through her top, or on his mouth, where bit by bit the pressure of his touch was increasing.
Around them, candlelight flickered. A low jazz tune played on the stereo.
Deciding to focus on the kiss, she ran her tongue along his bottom lip. She tasted him. She hesitated, and then gently, bit down on his lip, and tugged it between her teeth.
He stilled and sucked in a breath, air hissing between them. Then he exploded into action. His hands left her breasts and grasped either side of her head. In an instant, the kiss went from soft and gentle to firm and passionate. Her heartbeat went from zero-to-sixty in ten seconds flat.
She almost forgot her husband was sitting next to her. Until his grip tightened on her neck—the slight pressure excited her—as though he was holding her in place for his friend.
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Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. Books are her passion, shoes are an addiction. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo tucked into her bag or a pocket whenever she leaves the house. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten. Anne reads many genres of fiction, but prefers to write sexy, edgy romance with a touch of humor, and always a happily ever after.
While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Not always successfully. She grew up in Southern Ontario (Canada), but now makes her home in Eastern Ontario where she lives with her wonderfully supportive husband, three normally awesome kids, and Rocky the bearded dragon.
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