Hands on Research (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,575
80 Ratings (3.9)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, with M/M Play, Light Consensual BDSM]

Librarian and erotica author Olivia Spencer's life takes a turn the night best-selling author, Reid Emery, shows up at her work during a ferocious snowstorm. He agrees to help liven her newest manuscript by giving her firsthand lessons in its subject matter.

When her boss, Brent Dresden, discovers her and Reid conducting hands on research, he steps in to ratchet the heat, and Olivia finds out the two sexy man share a past. Together, Reid and Brent introduce her to a world of pleasure she'd only dreamt about, but can Olivia find happiness with both of them?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Hands on Research (MFM)
80 Ratings (3.9)

Hands on Research (MFM)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,575
80 Ratings (3.9)
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4 CUPS: "This is a threesome that is meant to last; you can see it from the very beginning. But, that does not mean that life is easy for them. The relationship is difficult and keeping three people happy is more so, especially when the two men are so different from each other. Reid is domineering and masterful, Brent is soft and sweet. Olivia can control them both if she wants to. Ms. Champagne's dynamic trio are vibrant and passionate while being totally devoted to each other." -- Hollie, Coffee Time Romance & More


4 CHERRIES: "Pam Champagne's story grabs the reader from page one. You feel like you're really there in Maine with them, stuck in the same blasted snow storm. You can almost smell the books and the roaring fire in the library as well. I like the characters in this story. Each has their complexities and their inadequacies; all of which make the reader want them to find love and succeed...Do you want to read steamy love scenes? Better find a copy of this novella. You'll need a cold shower after reading. You feel the passion building between the three characters and you almost want to shout to them to get together, but it adds a nice bit of tension. If you want a hot read, then be sure to pick up a copy of Hands on Research." -- Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Romance Reviews

"Pam Champagne has brought us a story that is sexually scorching yet tender. She shows how one man can come to terms with the fact that he can love another man and how three people can make a relationship really work." -- Annette Stone, ParaNormalRomance

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Excerpt




ADULT EXCERPT


“In exchange for my advice, you tell me everything you know about the Henshaw family.”

Either relief or regret flashed in her eyes.

“Deal.”

“Your writing is strong, yet the sex scenes didn’t put me in the bed with the characters. The sex seems mechanical, without emotion. What are the characters feeling? You do a great job of describing sex. Readers want to experience it.”

She flew out of her chair in one bound. Anger turned her eyes a darker green. “I disagree. I know the difference between showing and telling.” Standing in front of him, her chest heaved with agitation.

“Maybe so, but readers aren’t looking for a ‘how to’ book on achieving an orgasm.”

She smirked. “What makes you an expert on the genre?”

“Don’t claim to be. I do know when a book grabs me by the balls and won’t let go.” Her brows puckered together in a frown. He knew a pissed off writer when he saw one. He considered whether or not to continue, and then decided getting thrown out into the storm wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him, even though Rufus had told Olivia he wouldn’t be pulling the truck out until morning. “Know why you can’t write emotion when it comes to sex?”

Her eyes gave no hint of what went on in her head. “I imagine you’re about to tell me.”

“’Cause you’ve never experienced it.”

Without giving himself time to question his motives, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. “Feel that?”

Even though her face flushed, Olivia’s lips curved into a sly smile. “From where I’m sitting, I’d say that’s a five star review for my book…unless you’ve got a large flashlight in your pocket.”

 Reid ignored her. “What does your heroine feel when the hero plays with her nipples? Does she ache for him? Pant in desperation to have his cock inside of her pussy?”

Olivia drew a deep breath. Initial shock gave way to a strong tingling in her loins. Her fingers itched to touch his dark blond hair curling slightly over the collar of his denim shirt.

Liquid heat seeped into her panties. Her nipples tightened. God, she wanted to kiss his full lips…thrust her tongue into his mouth, and she’d just met the man. She pushed against his chest, determined to put a safe distance between them.

Reid’s grip tightened. With their faces mere inches apart, his eyes, the tawny color of a lion’s, held her captive. A lock of hair fell onto his forehead. Here she had the chance of a lifetime—an evening to pick Reid Emery’s brain. Instead of asking intelligent questions and listening to his constructive criticism, she wanted nothing more than to screw his brains out. Of course, the occasional pulse of his cock resting against her ass didn’t help matters. She controlled the need to press her breasts against his chest and run her fingers through his hair.

“I think I get it now.” She slid off his lap and this time he let her go. “About my writing, I mean,” she said, reclining on the other end of the couch. She whisked her glass from the end table and swallowed a large mouthful. The wine brought a flash of heat to her skin.

She almost choked when he asked, “Do you have an active sex life?”

She itched to rub her pussy against his cock. Concentrate, Olivia.“Excuse me?” One glance at his taut face convinced her Reid wasn’t teasing.

“I’m curious. Why isn’t your sexual experience reflected on the page. You’re hot. They way your body responds to me proves it.” Sexual tension crackled in the air like a lightning strike.”

“I didn’t—” Olivia broke off. Liar. “You’re right.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “So?”

She shifted position, bringing her legs underneath her hips. “What exactly are you asking?”

“How come you don’t draw on your own sexual experiences for your writing?”

Olivia plucked imaginary lint off her skirt and cleared her throat. “I don’t find sex all that satisfying.” She lifted her chin, daring him to ridicule her. No way would she tell him she hadn’t had sex in almost five years.

Instead, his steamy gaze swept her body. “Maybe you’ve been practicing with the wrong men.”

“Perhaps,” she murmured. Surely, he must see the pulse beating frantically in her neck.

“Want to give it try? You and me? Right here? Right now?”

Oh, God. A chance to have sex with Reid Emery? Tonight? What a no brainer. Reid slid beside her and dropped to the floor on his knees. A shiver ran through her as he undid the blouse’s pearly buttons. Slipping it off her shoulders, he unclasped her bra, and her breasts tumbled out. Faster than she could register, her skirt joined her blouse and bra on the floor. He coaxed her backwards until she laid full length on the cushions, naked except for her skimpy bikini panties.

She longed for him to lie beside her, but he seemed content to graze his fingertips over her skin. His thumbs rolled her nipples, raising goose bumps on her arms. “Your breasts are made for a man’s mouth.”

A fierce need surged through her lower abdomen. Cupping the weight of her breasts, she offered them to him. She groaned as his tongue laved the nipple, turning it into a hard bud. Her groans of pleasure grew louder. She tried to touch him, but he stayed her hands. “Not now. Let me drive you crazy.”

Light kisses and occasional flicks of his tongue rained on her neck and trailed down to her belly. He hooked his thumbs in her panties and tugged them to her ankles. She kicked and sent them flying.

“I’m already there.” Olivia clutched the couch fabric. “Please.”

“Please what?” he whispered and claimed her lips in a fierce primal kiss, his tongue swirling around hers. Olivia’s pussy clenched, silently screaming for attention. For long moments they drank each other’s essence.

Too soon, he ended the kiss. She jumped in response to the wet probe in her belly button. “Please what, Olivia? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you…your cock pounding deep into my pussy.”

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