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Two Lips Reviews:

Anne Douglas has written an extremely sensual story full of characters who are flawed enough to be real, while building a beautifully erotic romantic tale. Red Skirt, Cool Fountain is an incredibly erotic and emotional story that highlights how finding that “perfect” someone is more about finding someone who complements perfectly without needing to be perfect.

Ian is a fun-loving man who succeeds while having fun and approaches everything in life with a sunny attitude. Meanwhile, Sanjay is the brooder and thinker who succeeds by effort and drive, leaving very little if any energy left for the enjoyment of life’s successes. Sam, on the other hand, seems to be much more like Ian in her approach to life, but as she is revealed through her interactions with the men, she is shown to be a perceptive woman who is not as impulsive as she seems.

When Ian, Sanjay and Sam come together they will set you on fire as they steam up the pages – especially when Sam becomes the catalyst for the men to acknowledge their feelings for one another. Anne Douglas has outdone herself in writing Red Skirt, Cool Fountain by creating characters who will turn you on as they melt your heart! Red Skirt, Cool Fountain is a must-have for every ménage lover’s library, and Anne Douglas should be added to the list of authors to watch!

RRTErotic:

RED SKIRT, COOL FOUNTAIN may be an interesting title for a story, but it is actually perfect because of what Sam is wearing the first time she is noticed by Ian and Sanjay and how they are first introduced to her. I found Sanjay and Ian's friendship to be very special and also very real. These two men are very close and there is no jealousy between them, especially when Sam, the woman of their dreams, enters the picture.

Anne Douglas has written a very nice yet sexy romance between the two friends and the woman that makes their bond even stronger. Sanjay and Ian are total opposites of each other, but still they are so in tune. I also liked Sanjay's sister Mila who is the voice of reason and understanding when it comes to these two men and their needs. If you like an emotional yet erotic and unconventional love story, I recommend RED SKIRT, COOL FOUNTAIN. You may find yourself looking for your own fountain to cool off in after you finish reading.

JERR:

Par 3 is Ms. Douglas's first entry in her new series. A wonderful and loving novella, I had great pleasure in reading it. Emma was distraught about Aaron and he was concerned about her. They had amazing and erotic sex...make sure that you have a partner or a toy available because you will need it. Silas was an additional primary character who helped Emma and Aaron with their issues. His sexual activities were equally amazing. I do suggest that readers who object to mild BDSM not read Par 3. Emma was my favorite character; she was a wonderful, loving woman who had always known that she and Aaron needed the intimacy that they seemed to have lost. Aaron and Silas were very true to life-men who didn't understand women! The plot was perfectly written as were all Ms. Douglas's books. Why are you here? Go buy this story!

What a week!

Oh wow!

Issue #118 of JERR just landed in my inbox today, and I tried very hard not to skip through to see if they'd reviewed Red Skirt, but I got to about G and couldn't help myself. A GOLD star review!! Hot damn, bay-be!

JERR don't hand out too many gold stars, sometimes they will go months without one, other times there'll be one or two for a few issues, but seriously they're pretty rare!

Go here to read the whole thing.

To go with that, earlier in the week I found out Accidentally Were? was a Joyfully Reviewed Recommended Read.

And on Tuesday Husbands and Wives & Lovers: Par 3 releases. A busy, busy few days!

Seriously, this week started with a total punch to the gut (death of a good friend), followed by a series of highs, that on any other week would have had me higher than a kite and shouting everyone a beer. Instead, I'm going to feel quietly pleased to have done so well and be grateful for my health, success and the good friends I have to share it with, while remembering those who have passed on.

New Release: Red Skirt, Cool Fountain

Released today (okay, well technically tomorrow, but hey, the website's already live!)


Title: Red Skirt, Cool Fountain
ISBN: 978-1-59632-619-4

Genre: Full-figured Heroine, Multicultural Polyamorous
Length: Novella

Sanjay Chandra and Ian Morris are flipsides of the same coin -- Sanjay, the dark and brooding voyeur, while Ian is the lighthearted, fun Casanova. But neither one is quite what they appear. One is cold and aloof, a product of his hands-off, must strive for excellence childhood, while the other is cynical and jaded by his family's fast, wastrel ways. As the saying goes: money can't buy you love.

A bright spark of red, viewed from the window of their fifth floor office, draws their attention to a woman who lets loose of the humid lethargy the stifling summer has pressed on them. She sparkles like the cool water in the fountain she wistfully dangles her fingers into.

Sam is everything they are not -- carefree, living life to the fullest, full of laughter and light.

They both want her, so they decide to have her. But Ian and Sanjay risk more than their conventionality by courting Sam. They hazard their very sense of self when they must confront what each man means to the other.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, homoerotic sexual situations (male/male), masturbation, ménage (m/f/m and m/m/f), voyeurism.



Wow, that's more content warning than I've had before, I think! Make sure to get a copy for some hawt, sexy, first time man loving while a certain young lady looks on!

A taste of next weeks new release - Red Skirt, Cool Fountain

Sanjay Chandra and Ian Morris are flipsides of the same coin — Sanjay, the dark and brooding voyeur, while Ian is the light-hearted, fun seducer. But neither one is quite what they appear. One is cold and aloof, a product of his hands off, must strive for excellence childhood, while the other is cynical and jaded by his families fast, wastrel ways. As the saying goes: money can’t buy you love.

A bright spark of red, viewed from the window of their fifth floor office, draws their attention to a woman who lets loose of the humid lethargy the stifling summer has pressed on them. She sparkles like the cool water in the fountain she wistfully dangles her fingers into.

She is everything they are not — carefree, living life to the fullest, full of laughter and light.

They both want her, so they decide to have her. But Ian and Sanjay risk more than their conventionality by courting Sam. They hazard their very sense of self when they must confront what each man means to the other.

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Just a little sneaky peak into some first time, guy on guy touching:


Ian resisted the call of the sun that tempted him to wake. It wasn’t the weak, gray light that’d preceded yesterday’s storm. The warm yellow light that peeped around the curtains said the storm had passed through while they’d been sleeping.

He lay with his eyes closed, feeling more asleep than awake until a warm hand slid over his thigh. The slow, methodical curve of movement as the hand moved over his stomach left tingles of anticipation in its wake. As if shy, the hand slid under the elastic of his sleep pants and touched briefly on the hair surrounding his cock, just enough to tease before it darted away, moving to slowly caress his belly again.

Ian trapped the hand beneath his palm and moved it to his cock and pressed the errant fingers around his erection. He encouraged the hand to a slow rhythm that suited his lazy morning mood, then moved his grip away, only to be disappointed when it stopped.

The hiss of surprise from behind him brought the sharp recognition that this hand covered a whole lot more flesh than Sam’s did and woke him properly. Jay.

Ian tensed, his shock matching the no longer fluid body that pressed along his back. Moments that felt as if they were long, long hours passed before he felt the breath in Jay’s chest let go and his arm loosen up against his side. The fist around his cock tightened, not painfully, but as if to ascertain what it held, before loosening again.

He’d woken aroused, but now, these uncertain fumblings and the way his heart raced had his blood rushing to his dick so fast that in the space of one stroke he was hard and aching. Jay wasn’t alone in his uncertainty, but Ian was sure about one thing -- this moment didn’t feel bad or wrong -- in fact, it felt extraordinarily good. And that just wasn’t his morning hard-on talking.

Ian was the bigger man of the two, yet the heat of Jay’s body seemed to surround him, cocooning him. Jay’s wrist caught on the waist of Ian’s pants and pulled the fabric taut, catching Ian across the sensitive head of his penis.

His surprised grunt was more reflex than anything. It hadn’t hurt all that much, but Jay released Ian’s cock as if scalded and pulled back. Ian felt the bed rock as Jay rolled away.

“Shit. Ian…I didn’t mean to --” The regret and embarrassment in Jay’s voice was obvious. “Shit.”

“It didn’t hurt, Jay, I just wasn’t expecting it.” He tilted back so he could reach back and touch Jay’s hip. “Please…don’t stop. I liked it.”

“You did?” Jay seemed genuinely astounded, but rolled back onto his side so he was once more alongside Ian.

With a wiggle and a little tugging with his feet, Ian pushed his pants down and off, leaving them scrunched at the bottom of the bed. He reached back and found Jay’s hand, brushing against the front of Jay’s pants as he did, and felt the jerk of Jay’s cock behind the tented fabric. Jay was just as aroused as he, and that made Ian’s dick throb even more.

When he pulled on Jay’s arm, he rocked against Ian. Jay’s cock was obvious against Ian’s back, and it seemed natural as it snugged into the crease between Ian’s ass cheeks. He pressed back tentatively, trying the sensation on for size while Jay’s hips twitched, the tiny thrust driving the pair of them closer together. Ian decided the feeling, while foreign, was not at all displeasing.

He led Jay’s hand back to his cock, but just as he began to anticipate the pressure of Jay’s fist, Jay pulled away.

“Wait.”

Ian looked over his shoulder in time to see Jay flop onto his back again, and then carefully pull the waistband of his pants over the head of his cock. With a lift of his hips, he pushed the pants down and off before rolling back to Ian. Jay’s cock wasn’t just a fabric-covered outline; it was now hot, bare flesh that pressed against his ass as they slid against each other.

You'll be able to get Red Skirt, Cool Fountain on Tuesday the 15th at Loose Id

Red Skirt, Cool Fountain...

Pretty, no?

The release date for Red Skirt is really not all that far off - January 15th. I was pleasantly surprised when I was told the date would come forward rather than be put back to make way for my story that leads off the Husbands and Wives series.

As you can tell by my previous releases, ménage happens to be a favourite of mine, but this one is a little different than Persuading Jo or Tea for Three. Red skirt is quite a voyage of discovery where Ian and Sanjay discover that it's not just Sam(antha) they need, but that they need to confront what each feels for the other, and decide if they will act on what they find out about themselves.

So, unlike Tea for Three, where a committed same sex bi couple introduce a third who is female to their relationship, in Red Skirt, Cool Fountain the polyamorous grouping allows the heretofore strictly hetero men to explore the sexual feelings they have for one another.

Those first man to man touches, and that first time for actual penetrative sex...oooh boy! Hot, hot, hawt!!

Here's the blurb:

Sanjay Chandra and Ian Morris are flipsides of the same coin — Sanjay, the dark and brooding voyeur, while Ian is the light-hearted, fun seducer. But neither one is quite what they appear. One is cold and aloof, a product of his hands off, must strive for excellence childhood, while the other is cynical and jaded by his families fast, wastrel ways. As the saying goes: money can’t buy you love.

A bright spark of red, viewed from the window of their fifth floor office, draws their attention to a woman who lets loose of the humid lethargy the stifling summer has pressed on them. She sparkles like the cool water in the fountain she wistfully dangles her fingers into.

She is everything they are not — carefree, living life to the fullest, full of laughter and light.

They both want her, so they decide to have her. But Ian and Sanjay risk more than their conventionality by courting Sam. They hazard their very sense of self when they must confront what each man means to the other.