Tomorrow is release day for A Valentine for Two Boxed Set, each day this week we are featuring one of the author in the box set. Today we have Angelia Dawson visiting.
A collection of 10 RED HOT ménages
By: Lia Davis, Angelica Dawson, Auriella Skye, Sara Wylde, TL Reeve, Cassandra Carr, Kim Carmichael, N Kuhn, Amy Brent, and Riley Murphy
Valentines Days has never been hotter.
10 BRAND NEW, stand-alone contemporary romance ménage novellas by USA Today and Internationally Bestselling authors.
Cupid’s arrow didn’t miss his mark with this LIMITED TIME boxed set featuring sexy, alpha males and the sassy, strong females who love them.
Old Flame Burns Again by Angelica Dawson
Valentine’s Day for Ben just got a lot more interesting. Celebrating the holiday at dinner with his wife, Diane, her college roommate, Lisa, happens upon them. Although innocuous enough that night, over the next few days, they arrange for a visit from Lisa, to rekindle the lesbian relationship between the women with the addition of a new male member. And his member is thrilled to be included!
Excerpt: “Diane?” a voice called from across the restaurant.
My wife turned her head in the direction of the voice. I looked at the mahogany-haired woman as well.
“Oh my God, Lisa?” Diane cried, rising from her chair and meeting her old friend in the middle. “You haven’t changed a bit! What are you doing here? I thought you were in Phoenix.”
“I was. I’m here for a week-long conference. Just a minute.” Lisa stepped quickly back to her table and picked up her bag.
I raised my eyebrows at Di, who bobbed on her toes, grinning madly. She hadn’t been this excited in months. Her brown eyes shone, and her dark hair bounced with her movements. Her cheeks were flushed as well, reminding me of what I knew of her friend.
Although I had been completely virginal on our wedding night, Diane brought some experience, the last I would have thought she had. It took several months of marriage for her to feel safe telling me about her relationship with Lisa. Given her childhood and living under the watchful eye of her preacher father, I could understand.
Lisa Clark’s name came up many times before that uncomfortable conversation. Diane and Lisa had gotten into and out of all manner of scrapes over their four years as roommates while attending the University of Washington. This would be my chance to meet the infamous Lisa, the friend who had shared more than a room with my wife.
Di was sure I would hate her and annul the marriage if she told me about their lesbian experimentation. It had taken me days to convince her that nothing that happened with her and her roommate would turn me away. Just because I was inexperienced when we met didn’t mean I expected she would be.
Learning Lisa was the source of her sexual knowledge came as a serious shock. Diane insisted that she loved me and sex with me. She had never been interested in any woman besides Lisa, and she left that part of her life in Seattle, in their dorm room.
Seeing her now, glowing at the prospect of spending time with her friend, her former lover, I became jealous, insecure. She was my wife, the love of my life.
I took a deep breath and let those two sentiments really sink in. She hadn’t been working toward getting time alone with Lisa, although they continued to keep in touch over the years. They only exchanged emails once a month. No, she was definitely still mine.
Diane hugged her friend, and I eased further when it was the same hug she gave my mother or her cousin.
“Lisa, this is Ben. Ben, meet Lisa. I’m so glad to finally introduce the two of you.”
I pushed up my glasses before rising to take Lisa’s hand. She wore simple slacks and a blouse, but her ample breasts and shapely legs were not hidden by either.
“Wonderful to meet you, Ben.”
“And you, Lisa.” Her hand gave a solid grip although it was slender. “Please join us,” I offered, pulling out a third chair for her. Diane still bubbled with happiness, and I would do anything to keep her so.
“Are you sure? It’s Valentine’s Day. I’m sure you’d rather spend it alone.”
Diane looked to her feet and I knew it was up to me. “It is, but how long has it been since you’ve seen each other? We’ll have another Valentine’s Day next year. You’re only here now.”
Lisa cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing slightly. I made sure to hold that gaze and keep the smile on my lips. I was sincere, but she needed to judge that for herself. Finally, she relaxed and took the offered chair. “Thanks.”
All About Angelica:
Angelica Dawson, best selling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.