The first in a new series from the “wicked-hot”* author of Hard Time and Give It All explores the fantasies of a daring married couple—and those of a stranger invited to play along in their scandalous little games… When he’s working, Mike Heyer is all business—every inch the alpha male, with the hard, capable body to back up his persona. But at home he can be a different man entirely, harboring appetites only his wife gets to glimpse…
When Samira first learned of her husband’s fantasies, she was reluctant, even alarmed. But after witnessing the way they set him on fire, she yielded, and happily indulged. As their games have intensified, so has the rush. And now so has the risk—they’re poised to take Mike’s indecent desires to the next level, by opening their bed to a sexy, brazen stranger. A man seeming custom-made to grant every last one of Mike and Samira’s sinful wishes.
Welcoming someone new into their lives was always a dangerous proposition, but the couple imagined if anything was at stake, it was their privacy…not their hearts.
*New York Times Bestselling Author Jaci Burton
Holy H-E-Double Hockey Sticks! This book is smoking hot and has a story that will suck you in from the very beginning. This book does deal with a certain fetish that I have to admit I had to google. While I don’t quite understand why someone would be into this per say, it did make for a smoking hot story. Mike and Samira are a fabulous and smoking hot couple. But when you throw in Bern, holy moly the heat level multiplies. There were threesomes, there were twosomes, there was a little guy on guy action AND most importantly there was a storyline there that left you intrigued and wanting more. There was emotion and difficult decisions. While I may not partake in their activities in my life, the difficulties they endure could translate to many different people. All in all this was an eye opening read that left me breathless at times.
3.5 Stars
♥ Sophie
CROSSTOWN CRUSH by Cara McKenna
R-rated excerpt
Sam’s heart was pounding, thumping like a bass drum as she led Bern up the front steps. Her keys jingled as she fumbled with the lock, but she shot Bern a look of well-faked mischief just before pushing in the door.
She switched on the light and he looked around. Originally she’d hoped first and second bases could go down in the living room. It seemed a fitting setting, the bedroom such a bold leap. But there was no good place for Mike to conceal himself downstairs, and in the bedroom there was both the closet and the bathroom.
“Can I get you anything?” she asked. “Beer or wine?”
“Are you having anything?”
“I might have a splash of wine.”
“I’ll have the same, thanks.”
She led him down the hall, and he wandered around the living room, inspecting the book and DVD shelves while Sam poured two small measures of merlot. He met her at the counter and they toasted with a clink, then took turns using the half bath.
“Would you like the tour?” Sam asked when Bern reappeared.
“Sure.”
“It’s short. Kitchen and living room, obviously.” She waved her arm around. They carried their glasses down the hall and up the stairs, floorboard creaking as they reached the landing. She led him past her and Mike’s room to the next door.
“This was the guest room that my husband turned into an office,” she said, waving limply at the space, as though any reminder of the man bored her to tears. “He spends more time in here than the bedroom, that’s for sure.”
“And is that the bedroom?” Bern asked, pointing.
She gave him a sly look and slipped into her seductress voice. “It is. Would you like to see it?”
“Yeah.”
She led him inside and turned on a reading lamp.
“Very nice.”
“Thank you.” Sam drained her wine and set the glass on the dresser, kicked off her heels by the door so everyone involved would be reminded how tall Bern was. Gently, she took the glass from his hand and set it beside hers, harnessing all her willpower to keep from glancing at the dark crack of the bathroom door—Mike’s peephole.
She ran her hands up Bern’s biceps and over the rounded balls of his shoulders, admiring. She caught him swallow before mirroring her boldness, sweeping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. They hadn’t kissed in the bar that night, but when he lowered his mouth to hers, it felt like the easiest thing in the world.
No hesitance like their first meet up—he knew his role and seemed eager to play it. His tongue was bold, the kiss deep and dirty, making her brain misfire, and she wondered what else he could do with his mouth. The brush of his short beard was hot in its newness, as sexy as the taste of her and Mike’s wine on this man’s lips. She stroked his neck and shoulders and upper back, followed the gentle curve of his spine to the hard swell of his ass.
She freed her mouth, licking her lips. “You look good.” She let her gaze roam his body from feet to face. “Why don’t you get comfortable?”
He eased off his shoes in two fluid moves, suddenly holding her elbows and walking her backward to the bed. She felt her hair bounce as her butt plopped onto the mattress, and smiled up at where he stood between her knees.
Staring down at her with a smirk, he stripped off his henley and tossed it to the floor, revealing a light gray undershirt and some of the nicest arms Sam had ever had the pleasure of exploring.
She crawled back as Bern got to his hands and knees on the bed, bracing himself above her, looking down with some wonderful threat glinting in his eyes.
“When was the last time you got fucked?” he demanded.
Her pulse spiked. “Maybe a week ago,” she lied.
“With him?”
She nodded. “Dullest two minutes I’ve suffered all month.”
“You fake it for him?” Ooh, he was good at this.
“I don’t even bother. I just wait until he falls asleep and I take care of myself.”
“Oh yeah? And what do you think about?”
She grinned indulgently and stroked Bern’s braced arms. “A man like you.”
“Like me?”
“Yeah. Big and strong. Big all over . . . like I hope maybe you are.” As Mike hoped, as well.
Bern slid them across second base, dropping his hips and driving up her dress to press his erection between her legs. Whether he was big or not, she couldn’t tell, but he was stiff, no mistaking it.
“Well.”
“Been hard since we first started talking at that bar.”
Though it felt like a sharp upping of the stakes, Sam spread her thighs wider and hugged them to his waist. He accepted the invitation, rubbing against her with slow, teasing motions of his hips. His breathing grew harsh just as hers did the same.
What are you thinking, Mike? She wished there were a psychic feed from his brain to hers, beaming her reassurance and instructions.
She wanted to trust what was happening. It felt good and hot and right, though that was no guarantee Mike was feeling the same. Was he hard, too? Was he touching himself? Which ached worse in this moment—his cock or his heart? Cock, she prayed. And she could make it hotter by ignoring her fears and embracing her part.
She slid her palms to Bern’s rolling hips. “I bet you’re a great lay.”
“Find out.”
“I hope to . . . but not tonight. Save something for next time.”
“Don’t save too much,” he warned. “My cock’s so hard. I hope you’re not going to send me home hurting.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
