We’ve got two hot swinging releases due for release on September 1!
Swinging Games, 0ur Swinging Series at Extasy Books, chronicles the discoveries of a mid-life couple as they explore the many options of the swinging lifestyle. Jennifer and Brett Andrews got into swinging in part so Jen could experience her bisexuality through more than just books and videos – but each adventure takes them deeper into their relationship and pushes the boundaries of their sexual expression. We’re having a terrific time writing their story – hope you enjoy it too!
A little voyeurism, some role-playing, a taste of m/m, ménage for three and four – is this more than they signed on for? No longer novices, Jennifer and Brett Andrews reach a little deeper into the swinging world. When the evening’s over, will they still go home together, and what will happen next?
Here’s a brief excerpt – another will go up on the Extasy website September 1:
Between giggles, Jen called out, “Ned, you better decide what you want us to do next. I can’t hold this position very much longer. I’m beginning to feel like a pretzel.”
“Patience, woman,” Ned chided. “The way Elizabeth is going after your pussy, you must be an incredibly tasty pretzel.”
Resting on her shoulders with her feet raised over her head and her toes nearly touching the mattress behind her, Jen toyed with Elizabeth’s ears as she continued burrowing in and out of her sex with tongue and fingers. Both of them had come several times in the past twenty minutes or so. Just as Elizabeth was eating her, so was Brett eating Elizabeth. She’d heard his muffled groans sounding as if he was between agony and ecstasy. While he loved oral sex, he must be dying to sink his cock into Elizabeth. Ned hadn’t issued that command yet.
“You’re a slave driver,” she muttered to Ned, flexing more vigorously against Elizabeth’s tongue.
“That’s the point.”
Jen saw Ned grin gleefully at the tableau of human flesh he’d created, clearly enjoying himself.
At Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, we’re primed for the release of Book Three in our Meghan’s Playhouse series, April Swings. We’ve been following the antics of our modern-day Aphrodite, Meghan Keenan, as she brings other couples together in her unique and personal way: by swinging with them. She’s left New York City temporarily to perform on a cruise ship. Here’s a peek at what she’s up to:
April Day deeply loves her husband Derek, but something’s missing. To spice things up she books them on a Caribbean cruise for their seventh anniversary. She’s not sure what she’s looking for, but she knows she’s found it as soon as she spots the delectable sprite of an actress who stars in the ship’s daily shows.
Meghan Keenan’s having a blast with her latest squeeze, Josh Hendricks, who writes and directs the shipboard main shows. Should she turn down April’s request to heat up her marriage? And if she accepts, where will Josh fit in?
Derek is stunned by his wife’s brash pursuit of the hot young actress. Must he match her boldness to keep her from leaving him?
Excerpt, in darkened corner of the cruise ship bar and lounge:
“Does your wife come noisily in public places?” Meg asked.
Derek shook his head.
“No, she doesn’t make noise?”
“No, she doesn’t come in public places.”
Meg’s laughter was high pitched. “You think. From the feel of her panties, I’d say she’s already creaming. Aren’t you, April?”
April nodded. Her eyebrows shot up as Meg’s fingers wiggled against her bikini clad mound.
“Do you think we should put her to the test?” Meg asked Derek.
He shook his head. “What I think doesn’t seem to matter.”
Meg shrugged. “It’s your call, girl.”
April chewed on her bottom lip and eased Meg’s finger under her panty.
Meg lifted her glass with her other hand and toasted her drinking partners. “I believe we’ll have an answer soon enough. Your wife is dragging my fingers along her very wet slick vulva. I’m not doing a thing, but your wife is fucking herself with my fingers.”
April breathed through her nose as she tried to rock discreetly against the finger she’d inserted in her pussy. “Help me,” she whispered at Meg.
“Your wife wants my help. Can you believe that?” Without looking at April, Meg dragged a finger across April’s clit. On the third pass, April lurched forward and hunched over the table. She gasped for air. Meg withdrew her fingers.
“May I help you,” their waiter asked. “Are you seasick?”
April tried to focus on the concerned man. “No…,” she managed to say. “I’m fine. I must’ve swallowed my drink wrong.”
“That happens. Would anyone like anything else?”
Another excerpt will be posted at the Whiskey Creek Torrid Website September 1!
