[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F with M/M elements, vampires, HEA]
Colleen Brenner doesn’t believe in vampires, until she’s attacked by one. Two men come to her aid—Wallace Hamilton, a slayer, and his lover, Jeremy Teach. The pair take her into their home and under their protection. It turns out vampires have targeted not only Colleen, but all the children from the commune she grew up in. What are the monsters after? As the three delve into Colleen’s repressed memories, she finds herself drawn to both of the men guarding her. Jeremy is human, but Wallace is a vampire himself, and Colleen’s growing attraction to him is countered by her mistrust of what he is. Then their investigation uncovers a decades-old evil tied to Colleen’s shrouded past. She herself may not be as human as she’s been led to believe. Can their newfound love survive the truth of Colleen’s inhuman legacy, or is it—and Colleen’s soul—doomed?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 NYMPHS: "Colleen needs a man but the attraction she feels for one of her student’s uncles can come to nothing after she finds out he’s already married, to a man. When it turns out that someone, or something, is out to get Colleen, Jeremy and Wallace are there to rescue her. However, Colleen’s not sure how to handle it when she finds out the men’s secret. Legacy is the sequel to Ms. Cunningham’s Belonging. I was unsure how I would like this story as I did not want anyone coming between Jeremy and Wallace. The way the author weaves the story though canceled my concerns. The attraction between Colleen and Jeremy is strong from their first meeting; in fact, they are literally drawn to each other. I was curious how Wallace would handle the obvious attraction between the two. Not only does the big vampire not have a problem with Colleen joining their flock, but he wouldn’t mind having some time with her himself. The author did a wonderful job bringing these three together. The passion that flares between them, regardless of how unwanted in the beginning, is beyond hot. The story is not only about their relationship, however. Colleen is being stalked and they don’t know why. As the story unfolds, there are many twists and turns, one of which I did not see coming. As Colleen’s past comes to light, it is easy to see why it was something she wished to hide from. The way the author chose to end the story made me smile and left me wondering if there was going to be yet another book set in this world. Readers should know that it is very necessary to read the first book, Belonging, before starting this one." -- Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews Only
Her trepidations vanished when his jeans fell away, and his blunt, thick cock bolted up to say howdy. Nothing undead about that. She stared at it, then into Wallace’s eyes. The same rough hunger she’d heard in Jeremy’s voice glittered in their green. Her timid question, and his eager answer, flitted between their minds. Steeling herself, Colleen took his dick in her hand.
Not dead. No way, no how dead. Nor cold and clammy as she’d feared. His penis was as hot as a poker and throbbed in her hand. Its tip wept for joy at her touch. Wallace sucked in a breath he didn’t need and hissed it out again. Jeremy hissed against her neck in concert.
Yes pounded inside her as strong as her heartbeat. Yes to both of them. She didn’t need to say it aloud. It passed between them through their hands and lips and burned in three sets of eyes. Yes. Forever yes.
Afterward, Colleen was never quite sure just how she wound up on the bed or which of them placed her there. Perhaps she jumped into bed herself. She was fairly sure it was Wallace who maneuvered her onto her back since he was the one on top of her. Her hands explored his warm-as-living skin, memorizing every crease and scar.
The bed creaked and the mattress dipped when Jeremy, now as naked as they, climbed aboard. He alternated his caresses between Colleen and Wallace. She did the same. Her palms compared the curve of shoulders and jut of hips and found both to her liking. Her fingers traced the inked outline of Wallace’s ax tattoo then moved upward to perform a similar scan on Jeremy’s jaunty scarecrow.
Wallace didn’t bother with hands. Typical vampire, he let his mouth do all the work. It traveled along her collarbone before he circled down for a lengthy visit to her nipples with that raspy, sinuous tongue. Her hands roamed from his arms to Jeremy’s face and hair and back down to Wallace again.
Jeremy, meanwhile, rubbed himself against Wallace’s back and ass like an affectionate cat. He reached around his lover to trace his own fingers back and forth over her lips. She drew his index finger into her mouth and sucked on it as she would his cock. He slipped another finger into her mouth, then a third. Colleen shut her eyes and pretended it really was his penis she was slicking up. She picked up his soft laugh as he withdrew his fingers. He didn’t need any vampire telepathy to know what she had on her mind. The way she frantically ground her hips against Wallace’s groin pretty much said it all.
I can’t take it, she thought, and knew Wallace heard her. As she teetered on the brink of begging aloud, Wallace suddenly jerked and swore. Colleen’s eyes snapped open. Wallace half lifted off her and twisted around to meet Jeremy’s unapologetic grin.
“The hell? I thought you just wanted to watch.”
Jeremy nipped his ear. “C’mon. You know me better than that.”
There. She definitely heard a thump from Wallace’s chest. His voice shook, and not with the annoyance he was trying so hard to project. “Cool your jets, Scarecrow. You’ll get your turn.”
“Damn right I will.” The slicked-up finger he’d teased Wallace’s ass with abruptly plunged in to the knuckle. He must have hit home because Wallace yipped in pure pleasure. His undead heart thumped again. Jeremy winked at Colleen. “You’re ignoring our guest.”
“Oh. Yeah. Right.” He turned back to Colleen. He looked a bit unfocused. Colleen got him back on track with a quick, firm bite to the neck. Jeremy had told her that was the best way to get a vampire’s attention. She dropped her voice to an approximation of his gravelly growl.
“Ready when you are,” she taunted.
Already wet and wanting, she still gasped when he entered her. Introductions weren’t Wallace’s style. He slid right in and made himself at home. Perched behind him, so did Jeremy. The two of them began to move in tandem, Wallace within her, Jeremy within Wallace. Wallace levered himself on his elbows, his vampire strength supporting their combined weight. Colleen spread her legs wider and lifted them to wrap around Wallace’s hips and Jeremy’s thighs.
It was Jeremy who set the pace, Jeremy who controlled Wallace’s performance like a benevolent puppet master. His every thrust into Wallace became a thrust inside Colleen. It was like she had them both inside her at once. The notion sent her reeling to dizzying heights she’d never experienced before.
He wasn’t icy, or scary, or any kind of a monster. He was Wallace, rough edged, smart-assed, and totally, obsessively devoted to those he loved. She felt it blasting off his thoughts like the heat of his desire. Her own swept up to engulf her as well as both the men, and she thrust at him and Jeremy through their connection greedily.
“Oh, Christ,” Wallace groaned. “I’m gonna—”
“Don’t you dare,” Jeremy snarled. “Don’t you dare come. Not until she’s ready.”