Today we are participating in Margie Church's Night Music Book Tour + Contest.Margie is a somewhat "new to me" author. I have chatted with her a few times on Twitter and have even won a book of hers from a contest, The 18th Floor -which is one hell of an erotic adventure!
Margie writes Contemporary, Paranormal, M/M, M/F/M, M/F - all very erotic. Today we are talking about her latest release from Decadent Publishing, Night Music and oh what sweet music it was. Take a look for yourself...
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Margie Church writes
erotic romance novels with a strong suspense element, in keeping with
her moniker: Romance with SASS (Suspense Angst Seductive Sizzle). She
has a degree in writing and editing and has been a professional writer,
editor, and journalist for over 25 years. If you enjoy books you can't
put down, read one of hers.
Margie lives in Minnesota,
is married, and has two children. Some of her passions are music,
flower gardening, biking, walking on moonlit nights, nature, and making
people laugh. She also writes children's books under the pen name,
Margaret Rose.
Title: Night Music
Series: The Edge Series
Author: Margie Church
Genre: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Erotica, Ménage (3+ partners),
Publisher: Decadent
Ebook
Pages: 26
Purchase:
Book Description:
A quiet, lakeside
vacation is just what Brielle needs to decompress after her busy concert
season. She expects the weeks to pass uneventfully. Until she meets the
men next door.
Tyler and Zeke are as adventurous and sexy as the Harleys they ride. The passion they hear in Brielle's music draws them to her.
Convinced the hunks are
gay, Brielle lets down her inhibitions. That turns out to be the best
decision she's made in a long time.
Excerpt:
Brielle had stopped at the local
market to get enough supplies for a few days. She had no intention of going to
town unless there was a darn good reason. After her clothing and other
belongings were unpacked, she opened a bottle of wine—one of several she’d
bought—and contemplated the glorious evening sun.
The rumble of motorcycles disrupted
her musings. She craned her neck to see who the offenders were.
Two men
on leather-bedecked hogs cruised down the neighboring driveway. She watched
from the seclusion of her covered porch as they got off and parked their bikes.
Leather chaps covered their jeans. Boots and black leather vests made them look
badass. She waited for them to remove their helmets and reveal more of their
features.
She
wasn’t disappointed.
One of
the broad-shouldered men had flaxen hair. The second man ran his hands through
his dark hair that reached his shoulders. Even from a distance, she could tell
they were in good physical shape, and probably in their late twenties. A twinge
of naughtiness plucked her libido. Her vacation was already looking up.
The
bike-riding neighbors unpacked their saddlebags and carried their gear into
their cabin. The door shut softly behind them and returned the peace and quiet
they’d interrupted.
Brielle
watched the sun dip lower, streaking the sky with brilliant red, orange, and
yellow against the clear blue backdrop. The deep sounds of a motoryacht’s
engines mixed with the haunting sounds from the loons.
Inspired,
she refilled her wineglass, and then brought her cello to the three-season
porch. She moved her bow across the taut strings, warming up, wondering what
she should play. She sipped her wine while searching through her extensive
music collection. Her hand rested on Bach’s Toccata
and Fugue in D Minor. Did she dare? Could she play with even half the
passion Mei Ju had the other day?
Closing
her eyes, Brielle focused on the sounds and sight of Mr. Ju on stage.
Will that ever be me?
She
drew her bow back and forth on the strings to play the fiery interludes and
soulful chords. Brielle imagined herself in front of the orchestra, the way Ju
had been, and did her best to do justice to the piece he’d played so
brilliantly.
As she
played the last, low note, she noticed the two men standing on their porch, watching
her. Heat flared in her cheeks, whether from the exertion of playing or the
embarrassment of their witness, she didn’t know.
One man
began clapping.
Not
expecting that reaction, she chuckled.
“Play
something else,” said the man with the long hair.
Thinking
they were making fun of her, she closed her music and stood. “Funny guy.”
“No,
really, play some more.”
She
contemplated the request for a moment. “You’re not going to call the cops?”
The
blond one laughed. “Oh, hell no. Come on. Play something hot and sexy.”
Bolstered by
their enthusiasm, she wondered what she could play that might fit the bill.
“Just a minute.” A number of titles ran through her mind and she dismissed them
all. Ah, the perfect one.
REVIEW ~
Do you like SEX? Hot threesomes M/F/M with a little M/M kissing thrown in for good measure? Well now that I got your attention... let me tell you a little more about this short story by Margie Church.
Brielle is a girl who who needs to unwind after a long concert session and decides the solitude of her uncle's nice peaceful and quiet cabin by the lake is just the way she needs to unwind for the next few weeks.
First day there and Brielle's senses are disturbed by the sound of Harlie's driving up the neighbors driveway. When she looks to see who the noise is coming from she is taken back by two good looking men. Thinking to herself men that good looking must be gay she goes back to her relaxing.
Music brings these three together, things quickly heat up the night and the skinny dipping to cool off just raises the flames higher.
Keep in mind this is an erotic short story (18 pages) there isn't a lot of back story and/or build up to the relationship, but Margie Church has done an excellent job in weaving this fantasy come to life story.
WARNING:
Graphic language, M/F/M, M/M content
I received an eBook copy from the author for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review, and all conclusions are my own responsibility.
ENTER TO WIN
GIVEAWAY: It is tour wide for 19 eBook copies of Winners choice of Night Music or Executive Decision by Margie Church Ends Oct. 31st
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