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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

My new threesome story in Three of Hearts edited by Kristina Wright

I have a brand new threesome erotica story in the just-released anthology Three of Hearts edited by Kristina Wright, which will be out as an ebook for Kindle and other ebook forms on Tuesday, March 17th as well.

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Here's a little snippet of my story:
An Extra Pair of Eyes
by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Billie could have tried to pretend she was putting an extra coat of lip gloss on for Clyde's sake, but the smile dancing upon her now super shiny lips wasn't for her husband. Or rather, it wasn't for her husband alone. Nor was the tug of desire echoing from deep within her. She knew the difference after four years together. There were times when she wanted nothing more than to rip Clyde's clothes off, or he came home and barely said hello before he was lifting her onto the nearest piece of furniture and kissing her so passionately she lost any thoughts in her head.

But there were other times when what lit her up, inside and out, was the thrill of checking out someone new, imagining his or her lips pressed against hers. Or, in this case, pressed against hers and Clyde's. She didn't know whether Mr. Ripped Jeans and Sexy Stubble would be into that, but the high of flirting with a stranger was that she didn't kneed to know. Simply giving him The Look was enough to make her heart pound so hard she had to force herself to take a deep breath, lest she lose her head entirely.

Those breaths didn't help when she returned to the bar and the guy patted the stool next to him. He'd already ordered her a drink, one clearly far stronger than her planned Diet Coke. Clyde was running late, so why not? She smiled, pursing her glossy lips. "Well, thank you. Dare I ask what this is?"

"Why don't you guess?" His voice made her grip the edge of the bar and tighten the press of her thighs against each other. The tight seam of her jeans taunted her as she shifted, bending low to sip from the edge of the martini glass. She avoided looking at him just then, sure her pale face was by now hot pink.

"A cosmo? Really? That's the best you could do?" She couldn't help the complaint, even as the heat from the sweet drink made its way through her body.

The stranger gave her a good long look up and down. "What did you have in mind instead, princess?"

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