Crazy About Menages – New Release! #TinaDonahueBooks #EroticContemporaryMenage #KindleWorlds

When I first started out in romance, my mainstay was romantic comedy. That’s because it was the easiest genre for me to write. I may be terminally shy in real life, but when it comes to my heroines and heroes, I can be wickedly funny.

After a few years, I moved into erotic romance then paranormal. Menage was simply a twinkle in my eye. As much as I enjoyed those types of romances from other authors, I simply couldn’t wrap my head around how two guys, particularly Alphas, could like/love the same woman at the same time and not kill each other in the process. Therefore, I kept chugging along with M/F and was pretty much set in my ways.

Until I thought of a plot that included a gentleman’s club owned by two brothers, fraternal twins no less. No matter how I tried to make it one brother or to have the oldest sibling (by a few minutes) the heroine’s one-and-only, I couldn’t do it. Both guys demanded their say and the heroine. Somehow that seemed right. Thus, my love affair with menage was born. Took me a few years, but I’ve been on that love train ever since.

Authors: Do you write menage? If so, did you have difficulty, as I did, trying to see how two guys could love one woman and be cool about it? If so, I’d love to hear from you.

Readers: How do you feel about menage? Like to read it? Would you like to try it out in real life? Tell me…

A few days ago, my erotic contemporary menage Make Me Crave released in Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! series for Kindle Worlds. Here’s the cover art, blurb, an excerpt and some teasers. Enjoy!

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Two Luscious Texans – One Woman – A Sizzling Attraction

Blurb:

She’s run from a dangerous man into the welcoming arms of two strong Texans. Justice will be served. Lives will change. Passion won’t be denied.

Having fled New York and an abusive relationship, Mia’s hiding out at Intimate Cravings, her private BDSM resort. The action’s scorching, her security guys beyond hot. Ex-military, Chance and Riley are everything she’s craved but figures she can’t have. When it comes to ménages, she’s a virgin, and they might not be interested.

Think again.

One problem solved. However, she suspects her ex is stalking her.

Riley and Chance aren’t about to let anyone harm Mia, a smart and determined woman they intend to pleasure and protect. Her ex might be bold on Wall Street. In Texas, he won’t last a minute against them.

Bound by love, the threesome sets a trap that will bring Mia peace and lead them to sultry days and impassioned nights.

Excerpt:

Tonight’s auction played out on the ballroom stage, the submissive properly naked and shackled, her gaze lowered. Spotlights stole whatever privacy she might have had. The hooded Dom wore his black leather well and stood to her side in the shadows. Some might say he exuded quiet authority. Many would insist he showed impending menace.

A smile tugged at the sub’s pouty mouth. She and the other guests understood this was only a carnal game meant to seduce, thrill, and delight.

Mia Strand made damn certain no one crossed any line during their stay. Intimate Cravings, her private club and resort, offered whatever a consenting adult would covet—BDSM, voyeurism, sexual fantasies, and more. Better yet, the ranch proved a short drive from Austin, a liberal enclave in an otherwise staid and uptight Texas.

Cowboys, cowgirls, bikers, and businesspeople mingled more easily here than they would in normal society. This evening, some guzzled beers. Others sipped fine wine or threw back tequila and various hard liquors. Numerous private rooms awaited those who preferred to play behind closed doors. The eighty-acre land boasted additional seductive pleasures outside.

Despite this evening’s revelry, Mia rolled her shoulders and tried to relax, to reason away her disquiet. Her decision to buy this ranch as her escape and hideout from New York had proved sound. Money flooded in faster than she would have expected. Most importantly, no one in her past could possibly find her in Texas of all places.

Everything was perfect.

Almost…

Chance Thorpe and Riley Baker skirted the building crowd.

Mia’s stomach fluttered with outrageous longing. A reaction she couldn’t seem to stop since she’d hired them to run her security team.

Both men were in their early thirties, six-three or more, and a zillion percent male—the rugged outdoor kind, nothing citified or prissy. Snug black tees hugged their broad shoulders and sculpted abs, black jeans their powerful thighs. They strode with a panther’s grace and quietly accessed the surroundings.

The auction commenced. Patrons in office attire, Western finery, and biker wear shouted their bids, the men far more generous than the women.

Patsy Cline’s Crazy poured from the sound system.

Mia understood how poor Patsy felt. Love sucked when it died or got dangerous. She’d fled Kipp and their so-called relationship before things grew too scary. Hooking up with a guy wasn’t on her dance card any longer. Indulging in two lovers was downright insane, no matter their allure.

Chance’s tat peeked from beneath his left sleeve. The design sported bold and brutal swirls, totally masculine, same as his bruising biceps and shoulder-length black hair. He’d tied his mane back with a leather cord, like a modern-day pirate.

Her mouth went dry.

Riley’s dark stubble was a delightful contradiction to his thick blond hair, cut short on the sides and back but long enough on top to dangle over his forehead. Those locks begged for a woman to ease them back. Chance’s hair urged a female to set it free.

No way would she go there with either man. She squeezed her fists tight enough to hurt.

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