Marissa's Rights (MFM)

The Service Club 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 43,099
44 Ratings (4.2)

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Consensual BDSM, public exhibition, sex toys]

Marissa knows what Justin and Ben will demand in exchange for their touch. She longs to experience everything these tough cowboy cops aim to show her. When danger comes to her doorstep, a night in their protection brings her the closest she’s ever been to infinite pleasure. All she has to do is say the right words.

Ben has a pair of handcuffs and an ache beneath his belt to put them to use. He’s hard-pressed to take custody of Marissa’s pleasure. Watching her struggle with her inner demons is tearing him apart, but saving her from herself is the toughest case he'll face.

Justin is a patient man. Loaded with needs for Marissa, he’s made his intent to claim her clear and left her fate in her hands. He'll protect her from danger, but the right to a lifetime of crazed passion rests with her.


Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Marissa's Rights (MFM)
44 Ratings (4.2)

Marissa's Rights (MFM)

The Service Club 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 43,099
44 Ratings (4.2)
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5 NYMPHS: "Marissa’s Rights was an intense emotional journey for Marissa. Stilling the negative thoughts and overcoming harmful words is hard and a situation we all go through. Justin and Ben are cops and gave Marissa a beautiful list of rights. I loved the author’s take on how the men used the Miranda and changed it to what Marissa could expect if she accepted what they were offering her. The second book of The Service Club series also contains a suspense story that is being carried over into future books. Everything that is happening seems to stem from Marissa’s relationship with Justin and Ben. Make sure you keep ice on hand as you read because you will need it. I am so looking forward to the next book." -- Amazon Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

4 SWEET PEAS: I’m really enjoying Tonya Ramagos’ THE SERVICE CLUB series. The second book is MARISSA’S RIGHTS, but it can easily be read as a stand-alone without missing anything. Ms. Ramagos does a good job of including pertinent information and character introductions from the first book without spending so much time on it she loses focus about whose book this one is. The title says it all: this is Marissa’s book. Marissa has been damaged by a controlling jerk of an ex who loved to humiliate her and the BDSM in this book is not only what her two men enjoy but is part of her healing process. Two cops, Justin and Ben have been searching for a woman to share and Marissa is exactly who they want. Justin is also carrying a lot of baggage from a destructive childhood so they both have some healing to do and Ben has to help them both. I loved the way Justin worked so hard to control his anger but Ben could turn it off for him with just a calmly spoken word, and tell Justin to walk it off. Marissa is being stalked by someone who burned her business and later struck a blow against her self-esteem. Ben and Justin suspect the dreadful ex but are having trouble pinning it on him. Ms Ramagos does a beautiful job of showing the growth Marissa experiences and her “coming out” as her own woman, in control of what and who she wants, made me want to stand up and cheer for her. The sex in this book is wicked, nasty, and oh, so smokin’ hawt! If there is a fantasy or kink that isn’t covered here or just talked about I would be surprised. I’m looking forward to picking up the next book in the series! -- Mrs. Condit, Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books

5 BLUE RIBBONS: "Marissa Schultz has no doubts that she desperately desires Ben and Justin. The trouble is her ex-husband ridiculed and belittled her and now she feels that her erotic desires are wrong. Realistically she knows better, even she’s aware of the Service Club and their hedonistic activities, but that doesn’t stop her internal struggle. Her inner battle comes to a head when danger comes calling and Ben and Justin arrive on her doorstep ready, willing and able to able to slay her demons – all of them, even the ones she can’t see… all she has to do is say the words. Ben Hoffman and Justin Bryan are police officers as well as card carrying members of the Service Club. They won’t apologize for who they are or how strong their desires are to possess Marissa. That doesn’t change the fact that they’ve never pushed her to accept them – it’s up to her to come to them. Their wait is over. Ben and Justin take the Miranda rights very seriously; however, those rights don’t apply to everyone. Marissa’s got her very own set of rights and the men thoroughly enjoy invoking them. Between the fire that was set at her high end kids clothing store and now the perverted naked man spewing filth on her front porch Miranda is an emotional wreck. The only upside to the whole thing is that in addition to Bart Evans, Ben and Justin respond to her 911 call. Bart remains professional and detached, but Miranda has no doubt that Ben and Justin are staking their claim. There’s never been any doubt in her mind that she belongs to them but accepting them and their desires which closely mirror her own scares her in ways she’s terrified to voice. She doesn’t have much choice since neither Ben nor Justin is willing to touch her without her telling them exactly what she wants. It’s the only way to free the sexually repressed woman she’s buried beneath the veneer of respectability. The first edict of MARISSA’S RIGHT is: “you have the right to experience pleasures beyond your wildest erotic thoughts” and they’re more than happy to deliver them all – and add a few of their own. Wickedly fun with more than a hint of excited trepidation is the best way to describe Tonya Ramagos’ MARISSA’S RIGHTS. The interactions between Ben, Justin and Marissa are sinfully exciting – especially since they insist on her vocalizing her desires. The storyline is fast paced and intense with just the right amount of humor and passion. While the question regarding who’s tormenting Marissa is constantly at the back of your mind as you read. I had to admire her for going after the men she’s come to love – and the way she does it publicly is enough to get your heart pounding and really had me chuckling. MARISSA’S RIGHTS is the second title in Ms. Ramagos’ SERVICE CLUB series. While it’s not absolutely necessary to read the other titles to fully appreciate this one I believe you’ll get a lot more pleasure from reading the series in order." -- Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies Reviews

4 STARS: "MARISSA'S RIGHTS boasts hot lovin', sexy cowboy cops, AND a set of handcuffs. I've just about died and gone to heaven! Marissa has wanted to be with Ben and Justin since she first met them, but she knows what they will want from her surrender. She's not sure she can let go of the shame she feels for having her types of desires--bondage, spanking, menage sex. But when someone is making it apparent that he is after her, the men waste no more time in making Marissa theirs. Marissa will have to let go of her shame in order to earn the right to be with her men forever. So, let me just start right off the bat with saying this book is YUMMY! Hot alpha men loving their lady together, complete with spankings, bondage, exhibitionism. I tell you, I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle right in the middle of my living room floor by the end of the book. MARISSA'S RIGHTS is the second book in The Service Club series, but you don't have to read the previous book to understand this one. Marissa is a great character. She's had her confidence stripped by her ex-husband who also made her feel wrong about her sexual desires. That was keeping her from Justin and Ben, but once she finally accepted what they had to offer, she really came into her own. She flourished under their loving dominance, and that made her stronger outside of the bedroom as well. Ben and Justin are my kind of men: sexy, dominant, and totally in love with their woman. They will stop at nothing to keep her once they had her, and that makes them even sexier. Someone is out to get Marissa, and we still don't know who that is by the end of this story, so I can't wait until the next one comes out. The suspense/mystery part of the plot made the story more well-rounded so it wasn't just amazing sex. This was an enjoyable read that was erotic and sensual with a bit of suspense thrown in. I didn't read the first book, but as much as I enjoyed this one, that first book will definitely be next on my agenda!" -- Rho, The Romance Reviews

4 RAVENS: "One does not need to read the first book in this series to get a feel for Ms. Ramagos’ characters or their erotic needs and demands. After a loveless marriage and a messy divorce, Marissa is ready to explore her needs that she has kept hidden within for years. Torn between wanting to explore her wicked desires and not wanting others to see what she craves as being things a slut or whore needs, she has to face her desire for not just one sexy lawman, but two whose reputations are well known through town as men who dominate their women. They embark on a hot menage a trois relationship full of steamy sexual encounters that are geared at getting her to face and overcome her inhibitions. This resolution would provide the reader with a happy ever after sense or would give the impression that there is a sequel in the works to look out for to add to your to read in the future list. The Service Club concept is an interesting one." -- Trixie, BlackRaven's Reviews

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4 CUPS: "Marissa is rescued by her knights in shining armor. If she could only voice her needs, she could have everything she wants, but shame keeps her mute. Ben and Justin are waiting for the words. Unable to relent and take the decision out of her hands, they live for the day they hear the words. Ben and Justin are a part of an elite club call The Service Club, where the men pledge to give their women pleasure in every way they can. Marissa wants to join, but a bad marriage and derisive ex-husband have convinced her that to voice her need only leads to humiliation and shame. Marissa is one strong lady but watching her finally have the strength to go after what she needs is a thrilling read. Marissa could be any woman in the world, and Tonya Ramagos makes it all too easy to slip into her skin. The relationship between these three is extremely intense and takes the reader on an exciting ride. Tonya Ramagos provides another chapter in a torrid series that will remain on the shelf to repeatedly read long into the future." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance Reviews

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“She’s stunning.” Marissa visibly stiffened at Ben’s softly spoken words, but she didn’t turn to look at him.

“I could stand here looking at her till the sun comes up.” Justin drank from his beer and then tipped the bottle toward her. “There’s your answer.”

Ben let his gaze fall from the back of Marissa’s slightly bowed head, down the silky curtain of her blonde hair to the tips that flirted with the crack of her ass. Her very bare ass made all the more alluring by the sheen of see-through lace stopping just below the curve of her cheeks. He hadn’t needed an answer to the question he asked when he helped her stand in the foyer. He had known she wasn’t wearing panties. Though she sat against the wall with her legs pulled to her chest, not showing him anything until he pulled her to her feet, he had smelled her, felt the heat of her arousal wafting from her exposed pussy.

“I would say it’s almost a waste of fine lace and satin, but damned if it’s not one of the prettiest sights I’ve ever seen.” Justin pushed away from the door and strode into the room. “I like this look on you, Marissa. It’s very sexy. Does it make you feel sexy, darlin’?”

Her timid response barely reached Ben’s ears as he continued to watch from the doorway. He understood Justin’s intent. Their biggest hurdle in claiming Marissa lay in the deep humiliation she possessed over her desires. Making her admit to the needs ruling her soul would be the only chance they stood of keeping her happy, of loving her as she deserved to be loved.

“Do you dress like this all the time when you’re alone?” Justin didn’t touch her but slowly circled her like a lion caging his prey.

She breathed deep, the movement causing her hair to fall straighter down her back and exposing the edges of her shoulders. Shoulders, Ben noted, growing pinker with each question Justin asked, each admission she muttered.

“Are there panties to complete the outfit?” Ben saw her startle at the sound of his voice, but she still didn’t turn, didn’t attempt to look at either of them. He deduced it to be embarrassment rather than obedience that kept her standing ramrod straight with her hands clasped behind her back. While he wanted his woman to submit, even enjoyed rising a certain level of trepidation in her at what he might do to her next, this kind of shy mortification simply wouldn’t do.

Justin smirked. “I believe Ben is obsessed with your lack of panties.”

Ben shot him a look and repeated the question. “Are there panties to complete the outfit, Marissa?”

“Yes.” Quiet. Too close to the verge of cracking. God, if she started to cry…Still, he feared they would have to harm her emotional barriers in order to break down her walls.

“Why aren’t you wearing them?” He stopped inches from her back and touched the swell of one bare ass cheek. It flexed beneath his fingertip, and he smiled. “Answer me, sweetheart. What made you decide to forgo the panties tonight?”

“I don’t like them.”


“They get too w-wet.”

Ben barely managed to stifle the groan he felt bubbling in his chest at that confession. Christ on a pogo stick, the knowledge her pussy got wet enough to soak her panties when she walked around her house alone made him all the more eager to see how sodden he could make her with his touch.

“What do you think about that makes your pussy that wet?”

“You. Both of you.”

A choir of angels could have sung the words, and they wouldn’t have sounded any more heavenly to Ben’s ears.

“Are you wet now?” Justin’s tone sounded as tight as Ben’s chest felt. “Is your cunt coated in juices for us?”


“How wet?” Ben heard himself ask the question before the intent formed fully in his mind. All his focus settled in his cock, the need to sheath his shaft in the wetness she spoke of controlling his mouth right along with his hormones.


He pushed her hair to one side, stealing a nibble of the flesh where her neck and shoulder met that elicited a low, sultry moan from her throat. “Show me,” he whispered against her skin.

She turned her head so fast she nearly hit him in the cheek with her chin. She would have if he hadn’t picked that moment to quickly pull away. Her hazel eyes widened, giving her the complete deer-in-the-headlights look as she stared at him, disbelief and denial warring in her expression.

“Show me, Marissa,” he commanded again, a little louder, a little more forceful. “I want to see how wet you are.”

She shook her head. Ben’s heart plummeted in disappointment, thinking she refused, until she spoke. “How?”

“Touch yourself. Swipe a finger between your pussy lips and hold it up for me to see the juices that cover it.” The struggle in her gaze as she kept her eyes trained on him twisted a knife in his gut. He cupped her cheek, needing so desperately for her to trust him, to feel comfortable with him. “Marissa, listen to me, sweetheart. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. You’re with us. You want us, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Let us help you. Let us show you there’s no need for shame or self-recrimination.” Damn, he teetered on the edge of begging here. “You’re too spectacular, sexual, perfect to hide from yourself, from the pleasures you truly want. God, baby, you’re killing me here.”

“Killing you?” Justin chuckled gruffly. “How about us?”

The corner of her lips twitched in the first hint of a smile.

“We want you.” Ben didn’t hold anything back. He saw no reason to. He wanted her more than his next breath, and he knew Justin felt the same. “Knowing you’re wet for us, geezus, you don’t know how crazy that’s making us.”

His cock turned to steel as her lips formed an O of pleasure. Was there anything more exciting than watching a woman enjoy her own touch? Damn right! Taking over the job to bring her to mountainous heights of pure ecstasy sent the excitement bucking off the charts.

Soon, he promised himself as she lifted her hand to hold it in front of his face. Very, very soon.

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