[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, werewolves, bondage]
When Ingrid’s car breaks down on a deserted highway, she’s rescued by the sexiest man alive. Though she gave up on love long ago, she’s more than willing to partake in a one-nighter with Callen and his delicious friend, Ethan. But it will take a lot of convincing for her to love again.
Callen can’t believe his luck when he spots the beautiful human female roaming around his territory. He wants her for keeps and doesn’t want to share with his alpha. Ethan is tormented between respecting the pack rule of "finders keepers" and following his heart. He knows that Ingrid is his destined mate from the first time he takes in her unique scent.
Can two dominant werewolves learn to share one female?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 1/2 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Two Wolves are Better Than One is a hard edge paranormal that had this reviewer just panting for more. Ms. Espino kept the story building and flowing, so it stayed on target, moving from scene to scene flawlessly. The reader gets to grasp the inner dealings of two male Alphas wanting his mate, who happens to be one woman. Ethan, Ingrid and Callen’s story is anything but tame. It’s powerful and hotter than the sierra desert. Ethan, who is an Alpha wolf, took a chance to set out on his own with a pack of four. Can he pull it together to make it work for all of them? Callen, a sexy, sweet newcomer to the pack, has Alpha qualities as well. Can and will he be able to just let Ethan rule? Ingrid starts out on a sudden road trip that turns her life upside down. Now she finds herself with a bunch of wolves. The plot of the story was intriguing with a healthy dose of suspense. Can the Alphas and Ingrid bring their relationship together and co-exist as one to enjoy the benefits? Only time will tell because any good paranormal lover knows that two alphas mean trouble. Stacey Espino keeps you on edge of your seat with Two Wolves Are Better Than One, while keeping her fans coming back for more." -- Deb, Dark Diva Reviews
4 TEA CUPS: "Ingrid's day turned out to be full of surprises. A ten-hour road trip to surprise her boyfriend, leads to a total life makeover that couldn't have come at a better time. Ms. Espino writes a very likable heroine in this tale of two wolves. I admire the fact that although Ingrid might see her life as headed nowhere, she doesn't let that stop her from seeking out and enjoying some of the best parts of life. Ingrid is very aware of her own sexuality and doesn't let a cheating boyfriend deter her from having a little fun whether solo or with others. She's independent, spontaneous, and sexually confident. Callen and Ethan have definitely met their match. Callen compliments Ingrid's somewhat dormant dominant side by indulging in her bondage games whereas Ethan is the opposite and excites Ingrid's submissive side. I should mention the sex scenes are hot to say the least, so no wonder it's impossible to choose just one of the men. The plot itself is a little slow to start, but picks up rather quickly and rounds out very nicely in the end. I never would have guessed a few of the twists in the climax. This is the first book in the 'Love Bites' series. Recommended reading for fans of pure Alpha male goodness in a menage setting." -- Yadkny,Happily Ever After Reviews
4 CHERRIES: "Two Wolves Are Better Than One is a very emotionally charged story bringing three diverse personalities into harmony the hard way. When Ingrid experiences each man’s sensual talents whether individually or combined, it’s hot, paranormally kinky and should satisfy erotic werewolf romance readers. I was entertained and liked the wrap up of the happily ever after and am glad I read this book." -- Xeranthemum, Whipped Cream Reviews
The door thudded closed, and then the strike of a match highlighted Callen’s face as he lit a large white candle, gnarly from age and use. He reached out to set it on the dresser behind her, successfully pressing his body against hers in the process. Time seemed to stand still, and every minute sound became magnified. The rapid beat of her heart and sound of her labored breaths. Should she reach out and touch the man that proved a temptation since she saw him? She didn’t think he’d turn her down. God knows she couldn’t handle any more rejection. Brent succeeded at making her feel played and worthless. She should never have gotten involved with the younger man. Who was she kidding?
He whispered. “You smell sweet.”
She swallowed and bit her lower lip to keep from panting any more than she was.
He buried his face against the side of her neck and gripped the dresser with both hands, one on either side of her. Once pinned, he brushed his lips back and forth, tickling her with his light stubble. His breath felt hot and erotic against her cool, sensitive flesh.
It had been months since she knew the pleasure of a real man and not a battery-operated toy. The temptation to indulge in the hard, virile male became more difficult with each passing second. Her raging lust possessed her thoughts and made the lines between right and wrong, real and fantasy, blur.
When his tongue snaked out and traced a line up her neck, she gasped and seized handfuls of his T-shirt in her fists. The subtle, flickering light of the single candle behind her made Callen look even larger and somehow predatory. She liked it. There was no denying what her body demanded. She wanted this man’s cock. She wanted him to toss her on the bed and fuck her brains out, then vanish from her life forever.
A one-night stand.
It was something she’d never done because she always searched for the real thing, but never found it. Maybe there was nothing to be found in the men of this world. Maybe the best she could hope for was her health and a good, random screw here and there.
“Ingrid, are you wet for me?” He snared the hem of her dress and pulled it up slowly like a veil. One hand travelled across her thigh toward her aching center. Her body tensed in anticipation. She was actually going to have sex with this stranger in the middle of nowhere. Just the thought of it excited her and pulled her dangerously close to a spontaneous orgasm.
He reached the edge of her expensive lace panties and slipped his fingers under the material. Callen stroked her smooth pussy with the backs of his fingers, making her burn. Any decision to pull away or change her mind was stolen from her that second. No way would she reverse course now. This would happen. Had to happen.
Ingrid wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. Her desperation to kiss his full, firm lips consumed her. Without moving his skilled fingers, he brushed his lips against hers. The heat and rich scent of him captivated her like a cheap drug. She parted her lips and welcomed him to enter the cavern of her mouth. He sealed their kiss, pressing his mouth over hers and exploring her with his tongue. Their kiss continued to deepen until they tasted each other in a fevered frenzy. His heavy frame forced her into the dresser as his enthusiasm grew. The edge of the dresser pressed uncomfortably against her back, but she ignored it. A growl rolled up from his chest as two fingers plunged deep inside her.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a female, Ingrid.” Another half groan, half growl followed. “I’ll try to be gentle with you.”
“Don’t bother,” she said. “I like to get a little rough.”
“You know exactly what to say, don’t you?” He pulled her entire dress up over her head and dropped it to the wooden floor. “Damn, woman. Do you always dress to kill?” He stood back to appraise her.
She forgot she still wore the lingerie she planned to seduce Brent with. She better look good for the price she paid. At least it wasn’t all for nothing because Callen sure appeared to appreciate what he saw. He ran his large, rough hands down her sides as if memorizing her shape for a sculpture. Every touch made her need for him grow.
“This was supposed to be for Brent.” No need to lie. There were no promises for a relationship or future between them, just sex.
“No. It’s for me. Mine.” He pulled back one cup of her bra and bent low enough to suck her breast into his hot, wet mouth. She could feel his tongue tease her tight, aroused nipple as his hands roamed around her sides to cup her ass and pull her against his steel-hard erection. Every word he spoke. Every move he made. All brought her to new heights of desire. She wanted that hard cock because she knew exactly how good it would feel pumping in and out of her wet cunt. Ingrid trembled, her body screaming for relief from the sweet torture.