RESCUE PARTY by Cheryl Dragon

RESCUE PARTY by Cheryl Dragon

 Lucky Springs Series

When a flash flood hits Lucky Springs, Kacy Hillen tries to make it to the shelter of the high school gym to help others. Her car gets stalled in high water, but... three hot men come to her rescue.
 On the outside, Kacy is all about achievement and independence, not man crazy. On the inside, she wants a string of men adoring and pleasing her so this is a fantasy come true. And she even knows the men! Steve and Dean are a gay couple she had no idea was bisexual, plus Clay who screwed as many girls in high school as possible but now seems to go both ways.

Kacy is exploring a whole new side of her fantasy life, and they haven't even invited her to a party. . .yet!

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~Excerpt~

Clay Fulton and his friends watched the skies nervously. The water rose slowly in the streets as rain pounded the town. A low-level hurricane had swept up the Gulf, and while most storms were nothing major for centrally located Lucky Springs, this one had produced excessive rainfall. Add in gusting winds, and it was a good day to stay inside.

“We might be in for a flood,” Clay said. The former Army Reservist’s brain planned in terms of emergency action. The small town he grew up in rarely had extremes in weather, but a lot of the land was low lying.

“You’ll just have to stay here. We’re on high ground.” Dean hugged Clay from behind.

Men still felt new to him, but Clay leaned back into it. Privately, he knew he was bisexual, but he hadn’t put it out there publicly yet. Before, he’d strictly done women, and the men thing wasn’t quite second nature yet. He needed some reassurance. “You’ll get sick of me.”

“Not a chance.” Steve sat on the window seat that looked out from the huge log cabin. “In this weather, we should stick together.”

Clay discovered Steve and Dean were a couple when he returned to Lucky Springs. After high school, he’d gone into the Army Reserve and got a college degree, but nowhere else could be home. He was big into cheerleaders in high school, and a little real life experience taught him he’d been searching for more.

Things had changed when Clay was invited to one of the sex parties and found them there, as well. An open secret for most of Lucky Springs, private sex parties kept things interesting since there wasn’t a BDSM or swingers club in town. Not even a strip club or adult bookstore could be found until the next big city…more than two hours away by car.

Being back in the small town where in high school he’d been a top jock and really wild felt oddly comforting and also a little bit of a let down. He wasn’t the stud with big dreams anymore. He’d peaked in high school and went into the Army Reserve to pay for college and receive some discipline. Being back home felt safe, and his job at the factory in the IT department suited him.



“You’re quiet.” Dean pressed into Clay’s back. The tall, sexy man had dark brown hair, brown eyes and was a year younger than Clay.

The desire hummed through their bodies. Being with men wasn’t something Clay had ever thought of until the Reserve where hot, hard men were all over and not shy about what they did or where. And even still, Clay hadn’t done anything with men until these two.

“He misses all the action. He’s bored with Lucky Springs.” Steve stood up and pinned Clay between the bodies of the other men.

The hunk sandwich made Clay’s blood pound in his veins. “Not bored. How could I be with you two around? It’s just this storm feels different.”

“I think he’s missing women. We need to hit another party.” Dean trailed his hand up Clay’s tattooed arm. The pattern went from elbow to shoulder.

“A woman is nice. The right woman is harder to find.” Steve kissed Clay softly.

Giving in to the distraction, Clay kissed Steve back. The confident man was an inch taller than Clay and a year older at thirty-one. He’d shocked many Lucky Springs residents by coming back from college with his best friend’s younger brother as a boyfriend. Dean swore he knew all along Steve was the man for him.

Steve pressed into Clay and kissed Dean over Clay’s shoulder. Clay still couldn’t quite believe he was part of their relationship now. Of course, before the party, he’d have bet every penny he had they’d never fuck a woman. Seeing how fluid sexuality could be opened new worlds to him.

“I’m not in the way, am I?” Clay wasn’t sure if this would be forever, for now or where he even belonged. He didn’t want to leave. Of that much he was sure. Men weren’t a replacement for women. In fact, he hadn’t lost his lust for women at all. It was different, and being bisexual answered a lot of questions for him.

“Never.” Dean slid his hands over Clay’s crotch and teased his cock through the denim.

“Sharing is good.” Steve nipped at Clay’s neck.

“I don’t think he can go too long without pussy. Remember all the stories of him in high school?” Dean teased.

Clay’s face felt hot, but he wrapped his arms around Steve’s broad shoulders. His dark hair and piercing green eyes had always intrigued Clay. Now he understood he was attracted to men even in high school, and facing it had been too hard. He’d instead certainly enjoyed all the girls.

“Half of it was probably made up.” Steve claimed Clay’s mouth again, and their tongues tangled.

Moaning, Clay backed off the kiss and shook his head. “Most of the stories were true. I wasn’t an honors student. I did a lot of girls. I had no idea it was because I wanted to try guys, too. No matter how many girls I did, it wouldn’t be the same as a guy. Doesn’t mean I don’t want women also.”

“You know now.” Dean nuzzled the back of Clay’s neck. “We’ll find the right woman and life will be perfect.”

Clay wanted to believe them. But he’d pleasured and screwed over a lot of women his age in this town years ago. He wasn’t as popular these days. If he came out as gay, they might forgive him. But wanting dick and pussy would only add to the greedy, cocky bastard image. Bad boys in high school were hot. Adult women wanted responsible and successful men. “The women here who know me will think I’m a jerk.”

“Or you were confused. Don’t underestimate people.” Steve understood the high school games since he was the current football coach, but Clay knew people remembered a lot and held grudges. The scars from teenage years didn’t disappear. As Steve worked his hands under Clay’s shirt, it was hard to care. “Let’s wait out the rain in a more fun way.”

Ready to agree, Clay tugged his shirt over his head. As the fabric fell to the floor, he spotted something through the window out in the road. “What the hell?”

Steve turned. “That car won’t make it.”

It was a small sedan creeping along as the water level continued to rise. “The water will cover the tail pipe and the car will drift.” Dean shook his head. “Fire and Rescue won’t get here in time.”

“We’re here.” Clay fished his keys from his pocket. “My pickup can handle that.”

Steve stood at the ready but looked unsure of what to do. Dean was a vet, so they had first aid if they needed it. Clay’s brain immediately calculated the needs and dangers. “Steve, you can handle my oversized pickup, right?”

“Sure. The thing is huge, but that’s good because this water will be nothing for it.” Steve took the keys.

“Okay, Dean you’ll be in the back with me. Get blankets or whatever just in case. Plus rope. Not sure how this’ll go. First aid supplies won’t hurt.” Clay shoved his stocking feet into work boots.

Dean gathered what he needed, and Steve helped, they knew where everything was stored in their house on the edge of town better than Clay. Technically, Clay still had a room at his uncle’s house, but he had been staying with Dean and Steve off and on. He never wanted to leave this safe space of open talk and sex.

Clay watched the car dip into higher water, knowing the engine would cut out in seconds because it couldn’t exhaust. The other two walked up, ready to go. As the trio dashed out the door and into Clay’s pickup, he was grateful he’d gone for the oversized and fully equipped gray Tundra. It had reminded him of the big military vehicles, and his uncle said it was too much car for a keyboard tapper with a desk job. Now that truck would prove its use.

Steve drove into the water and pulled up next to the small, red sedan with a sunroof. Looking inside, Clay recognized the gorgeous black woman behind the wheel. Kacy Hillen was smart, strong, put together, and had never once looked Clay’s way. The sexy woman now stared at him for help as her engine refused to turn over. The driver’s side window was cracked but not enough to pull her through.

“Don’t bother. It’s locked,” Clay shouted.

She popped the manual sunroof up. “Damn it! Help me; I need to get to the school.”

“Not now, you don’t.” Clay hopped over the side of his truck bed and stood on the hood of her car. He needed to move fast before it became buoyant and was washed away by the building current. They had to get her out of there. “Park it and put the sunroof all the way back if you can. We need to get you out.”

“What about the door?” She rolled down the window and looked. “Shit!”

“Water is coming up fast, come on,” Dean shouted as he tossed a rope to Clay.

Clay fixed the rope through the sunroof and open window before tying it off. They’d at least have a tether. She tried moving the sunroof.

“The pop up is manual, but the slide-back is electric,” she said.

“Cover your eyes.” Clay grabbed a crow bar from the back of his truck. When she was covered, he cracked the sunroof off the top of the car and kicked it into the water. “Be careful.”

Her purse landed on the car’s roof first, and he tossed it into the bed of the truck. “Take my hand, Kacy. I don’t bite.”

“That’s not what every girl in high school said.” She smiled and tugged the hood of her raincoat up over her head. He saw her mentally prepare herself for something out of the norm, and finally, she grabbed his hand and worked her way up through the sunroof hole until she stood on the seat.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.” Clay ignored the beating rain on his bare torso. He’d be freezing soon, but getting Kacy safe was the priority. Watching her wiggle free of her car was a reward itself. She slid down the windshield.

Her sexy curves and large, beautiful eyes had intrigued him even back in high school. She’d always been a good girl who didn’t get into trouble or give players the time of day. When her gym shoes landed on the hood of her car next to Clay’s, he was relieved. She’d dressed practically, in jeans, a T-shirt and sturdy shoes. Why she was out in this weather would be a question for later.

“Pull forward a bit,” Clay shouted to Steve.

The truck moved up, and Dean let the rope go more. Then he popped the tailgate down so Clay could get Kacy into the bed easily.

Clay exhaled as he stepped into the bed of his truck and locked it. “You okay?” he asked Kacy.

“Fine! Thank you. I didn’t expect to get so bad this fast.” She held the side and sat in the back of the truck bed. Steve had the windows open so he could hear what was going on in the back.

“Flash flood was no joke this time. The storm system stalled over Lucky Springs, and it’s not letting up. We’ll take you inside,” Dean said.

“You’ll be safe with us. Where the hell were you going in this weather? Every report says to stay home.” He shook his head.

Kacy met his gaze with a challenging look of her own. He didn’t mind rescuing people, but the question was valid. She seemed smarter than to run off into danger. Or maybe she was just the book-smart sort of woman?

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CUSTOMER SATISFACTION by Cheryl Dragon

CUSTOMER SATISFACTION by Cheryl Dragon

Lucky Springs Book Seven

Keeping customers happy is Lizzie Bouvier’s job. In public, she’s everything a sweet Cajun woman should be. However, in private, she likes things a little bit rougher.

Her two hot boyfriends have been doing a great job keeping her satisfied until one steps out of the triad. Not willing to give up, Lizzie pursues an attraction to the Stinger brothers, two of her sexy customers who just happen to be dating her ex-boyfriends.

The bigger the group, the hotter the sex, but they have to sort out the rules, commitments and past before things can move forward in a truly permanent group relationship.

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To some, Lucky Springs was just a sleepy, small town in the middle of Louisiana. For Lizzie Bouvier, it was the perfect fit.

After dinner at the café with the two men, she’d been seeing, the trio walked down Main Street.
Group relationships and an excess of attractive men made the small town a real haven for those who wanted to be unique but not hide out in a big city.

“Do you miss Shreveport?” Byron Thurmon asked.

Lizzie shook her head. “That was too loud and busy. I like it here.”

How could she not like it when she had two sexy, bisexual men? They were sweet, and she could watch them and enjoy both of their attentions. Byron had short black hair and deep blue eyes. He was strong and lean. When she started as a customer service representative at the Lucky Springs factory, she’d been attracted to Byron and his boyfriend, Fisher Mulroy, right off the bat.

“Maybe you’re secretly planning to move back to the bayou?” Fisher took her hand.

“No way. I couldn’t have two men on a date back there. My brothers and cousins would feed you to the swamp critters.” Walking between them, she felt safe but couldn’t shake the sensation something was missing. It could just be an off night. With three in a relationship, it was always a learning experience.

And here, two was nothing. Her friends Zoe and Ashley had each ended up with four men to juggle. Lizzie wasn’t greedy, and the pair would be plenty. It’d still be daring compared to her simple Cajun roots. The odd feeling wasn’t about keeping up with her friends but about the way the trio clicked so far. She’d been here about a year and dating the two men over five months, but it still seemed light and fun. There was no real sense of moving things to a more serious level. Though both Byron and Fisher were born and raised in Lucky Springs, she hadn’t met Fisher’s family at all yet and had only been introduced to a few of Byron’s family members. In some areas, everything was perfect, but it also didn’t feel serious for almost five months of dating.

While Zoe and Ash’s men all had their lives and acts together, making things move quickly, that didn’t mean it’d be the same for Lizzie or her other roommate Crystal, who was still single. The four friends had moved here from Shreveport a year ago after being laid off during the recession and found jobs at the factory.

“Want us to take you home?” Fisher asked as they arrived at the guys’ apartment building.

Fisher was younger and still a bit bashful at twenty-five even though he’d been with Byron since high school. She assumed Fisher simply hadn’t been with girls too often. He seemed still to be in the bachelor phase. His short brown hair, pale blue eyes and boyish face endeared him to her. Both men were dressed casually in khakis and polo shirts, and she wanted more time with them in less clothing.
“No, maybe I’ll come up and hang out for a bit.” She followed them up the stairs to their new place. The factory expansion begun two years ago had triggered some building in the town, which had attracted most of the single men. Now things were leveling off, and the town was finding its balance again.

While the house Lizzie and her friend Crystal were renting felt homey and inviting, the guys’ newly built apartment building still smelled of paint. Both men had lived in the town all their lives.

As much as she loved them, maybe they weren’t ready to settle down. Flopping on the couch, she forced away her questions. Rushing a commitment or any relationship was a classic mistake. Lizzie was old-fashioned and wanted the family and stability. That attitude frequently scared men off.

On the other hand, Lizzie wasn’t the type to hop from group to group. The dream of a home and a white picket fence with kids playing still worked for her. What happened in private was just that—private.

When the two men sat down on either side of her and started kissing her neck, it certainly felt right. Her stress and questions melted as her body heated up. Their strong bodies pressed to her, and she knew it wasn’t wrong.

The practiced team unbuttoned her sundress and slid it down her body, and Byron immediately sucked her breast into his mouth. She wasn’t overly endowed and loved getting the looks when she went braless. The lack of panties didn’t go unnoticed either. Fisher rubbed her slit gently.

Her body flushed and tingled as the arousal took hold. In no time, Fisher’s fingers were slick. Her body arched for more as Byron nipped her breasts. She reached down and stroked them through their pants. They were hard, and she needed them naked. Now.

Working on their flies, she watched the men remove their shirts. When Fisher leaned in and kissed Byron, her cunt trembled. Men who liked to screw each other added a new layer of wildness in her sex life. Two men had always been a fantasy, but her reality was even better. Byron’s chest had thick hair that trailed down to his cock while Fisher was smoother. They were a sexy pair.

She kissed Fisher then Byron while she massaged their erections to full length. Licking her way down Fisher’s body, she inhaled his masculine scent. She knelt on the couch and nuzzled Fisher’s shaft playfully at first.

Byron slid behind her on the sofa and gripped her hips. Gasping, she opened her legs and let him eat her pussy. Two men were perfect. She could dream of juggling more, but two kept her busy. Byron’s tongue worked her closer and closer to orgasm as she sucked Fisher’s member in deeper.

“Please,” she said, stroking Fisher as she rubbed back on Byron.

“Come for me, then I’ll fuck you,” he said.

They loved to tease, and she couldn’t argue with men who could go all night. She relaxed and stopped trying to hold on. Byron massaged her inner folds and licked in and out of her. What she needed was his erection right there, but she was too close to argue.

Fisher cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples. She sucked his balls as she rocked back on Byron until he fingered her clit just right. The heat and tremors spread instantly throughout her. She pressed her face to Fisher’s hard body as she moaned. Byron held her hips and ate her through as her climax faded.

“She needs more than that,” Fisher said.

“A lot more.” She grabbed his pants from the floor, dug into Byron’s pocket and found a condom. The men were always prepared.

Instead of passing it back, she slid it on Fisher, facing him, and straddled his hips. Long and thick, the young man was well endowed. Sinking slowly on his cock, she watched the relief and surrender in his eyes. She rode him hard but took her time.

“You want two or are you teasing Fisher?” Byron nibbled on her neck.

“He’ll never last if you join in there.” Lizzie gripped Byron’s cock and tugged him up until he sat on the back of the couch next to Fisher.

“God, yes!” Fisher sucked Byron’s cock as if he hadn’t had a man in weeks.

Lizzie smiled up at Byron as her fingers teased his balls just behind his sac. He thrust harder into Fisher’s mouth, and in turn, Fisher lifted into her cunt faster. She squeezed Fisher’s cock deep inside of her as she pinched Byron’s tight ass. The sexual compatibility blew her mind. It was so fluid and shameless she let herself go more than she ever had with just one man. She’d asked for more from them than any other.

She drove herself down on Fisher’s cock, and he grabbed her hips, helping her add force as she rode. There was no problem with liking things a little rough, but she’d never admitted that to anyone but them. Byron held her hair and pressed her to his balls. She nipped them, and he smiled. Then his hand connected to her ass.

A little spanking got her going. She’d discovered the sexy duo didn’t mind giving her a taste of the firmness in bed. They weren’t into domination really, but her love of harsher play made them see her not as a sweet bayou girl but a woman who needed two men and a lot of sexual attention.

“More,” she moaned.

Byron gave her a swat on the other cheek, and the sting stimulated her, making the sex better. The rush pushed her to grind on Fisher’s cock. He released Byron’s cock and pinched her nipples, rolling them until she groaned. Only then did Fisher slide his fingers down and pat her clit. The spark nudged her closer to release, but they had to come too or she’d never be satisfied.

Thrusting into her, Fisher made her body bounce as he jerked Byron’s cock. She loved the view and the deep ways the men both were touching her right now.

“Fuck!” Byron’s cum shot over Fisher’s chest and down his fist.

“More?” Fisher jerked his lover a little longer and added a harder tap to her clit.

“Yes!” Byron smacked her ass before sliding behind her.

“Oh God!” She fell forward and clutched Fisher as the release sent her into convulsions. Byron held her, and Fisher rolled her nipples again. The throbbing and deep tremors overtook her body. Her hips snapped down on Fisher’s erection even as her orgasm faded. She licked Byron’s cum off Fisher’s chest then bit his skin.

“More!” Fisher shouted.

She felt his release, and Byron pinning her between their bodies as the men kissed. Snuggling up, she joined their kiss, and they held her tight.
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SALESMEN ON THE RISE by Cheryl Dragon

SALESMEN ON THE RISE by Cheryl Dragon

Lucky Springs Book Six

With the Lucky Springs factory expanding, the sales force needs to step up their game. Marketing guru Zoe Avery is retraining the sales force. Two hot sales teams are just as interested in seducing her as they are in raising their sales numbers.

The last thing Zoe wants is to settle down in such a small town, but she can’t turn down a lot of fun while she’s looking for a better job in a big city. There isn't much to do except those four sexy men anyway. Unfortunately, keeping it casual and secret isn't as easy as Zoe hoped!

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Cameron Shea stared at the clock on his laptop. Another day of meetings with Lucky Springs Industrial’s new marketing guru, Zoe Avery, for him and the three other salesmen assigned locally. The Lucky Springs Industrial plant had expanded, and now, their little town was packed with factory workers. Zoe made the suddenly crowded town worth it. The higher ups really needed to add more women to the office.

Zoe was fairly new in town. She possessed brilliant marketing skills and seemed to love the ever-present male attention.

“You’re counting down to the meeting,” said Donovan Weber. Cam and Don had been a sales team and lovers for years and had grown up in Lucky Springs. They shared an office, a house, and throughout the years, various guest lovers.

“It’s a bizarre torture in a way. She’s hot as hell and loves marketing.” Cam loved Don and their shared interest in women. Don was a cute guy with brown hair and brown eyes who everyone liked instantly. Their relationship worked, but they’d included girls in their sexual relationship off and on. Occasionally, other men made the cut, too.

Now that Lucky Springs had a lot more men than women—thank you factory expansion—the bisexual men weren’t as bad off as the straight guys were. Still, this woman had a lot of attention, not just Don and Cam’s. Competition was fierce. Single women had their pick of groups, pairs or single men.

True, the men could just venture out to Baton Rouge or Shreveport, but those cities were hours away. If one wanted a woman in his life or bed regularly, Lucky Springs was still limited.

“Why don’t we just make a move on her?” Don suggested. Naturally, as salesmen, they had a bit of a competitive streak with other guys.

“Sounds good to us.” Owen Pratt leaned in the doorway with his sales partner and acknowledged boyfriend, Jarrett Falcon.

Owen and Jarrett had moved into the spare room in Cam and Don’s house a month ago when they scored their sales jobs. The town needed more apartments but having the other men around had turned out to be fun. The roommate thing helped as far as chores and saving money. Their compatibility was a plus. The guys weren’t unpleasant to look at, certainly. It was almost too comfortable.

Cam and Don had discussed their attraction to the other men. Owen was handsome, with brown hair and striking green eyes. Don loved to stare at Owen’s round ass.

Jar was blond with serene blue eyes that made him look innocent and sweet, rather like his Bible belt upbringing. So far, the quad hadn’t hooked up. The two couples had been tiptoeing around wanting each other and their mutual interest in the right woman.

“We don’t want to push her too fast. She’s only been in Lucky Springs a few months.” Jar shrugged.

“She dated around a bit before you two moved here. Zoe knows the game. We don’t want to lose out on the chance since we’ve got her captive in these meetings.” Don grinned.

“She’s not the settling down type. That’s the thing. From what I’ve heard, she’s not looking to be domestic. So let’s make it a no pressure thing until we see where it goes. Hot and seductive,” Cam said.

“All four of us? Or shall we see which duo she wants more? Pretend to fight over her a little?” Owen asked.

“I don’t think pretending is a good idea. She already thinks salesmen are full of shit. Working with as many as she has in her career, she’d see right through us. I’d rather be direct. Plus, her friend moved in with a quad of guys not long ago. We won’t freak her out. I think we’re stronger going in as a group. We all live together, so it’s less awkward and more convenient if we’re all in. Let’s see how it goes.” Don closed his laptop. “Meeting time.”

“Wait, so it’s open season. Orgy? We all screw each other, too?” Jar asked.

Attraction sparked as Cam patted Jar’s shoulder. “Afraid of all the men?”

Jar had grown up with extremely religious parents and, while his sales skills were formidable, he hesitated with personal stuff that would upset his family. Apparently, his lust for men was undeniable, and he’d made peace with one man. Cam found the allure of a pious rebel a serious turn on.

Owen chuckled. “You’re with one guy. What’s a couple more plus a girl?”

Cam knew Don wanted to play with Owen, but not everyone was as open as they were.

“If you’re good with it, so are we.” Don winked at Owen.

“I think we should keep this about Zoe. Especially at first. We can screw around at home all we want. If you guys are into it, great! We don’t mind sharing. The missing piece is the right woman. We can’t try to tie her down and lay claim like we’re cavemen. But she’s the main goal, not a side dish or this whole thing blows up.” Cam had nightmares of it backfiring. Lucky Springs was his hometown and news spread like lightning.

“If we didn’t need the right woman, we wouldn’t be hatching this plan. We’d be content with men, but we’re not. Let’s play the game she wants. Like playing golf or going to dinners to close a sales deal. It’s all about Zoe, so let’s keep it casual.” Jar shook his head. “I don’t know how to do that with sex.”

Owen smiled. “Don’t worry, just focus on her sexually. Get her off and don’t talk relationships. We’ll make the first move. Follow our lead.”

Cam nodded to Owen. “Sounds good. With any luck, we’ll keep her so happy she’ll want to stay with us.”

“Are we all sure we want her? Don’t get too attached to any ideas until we explore things.” Don grabbed his Smartphone and led the way down the hall.

“You’re right. It’s a lot of people to juggle and keep happy.” Owen checked his watch. “We’re late.”

The halls were busy, but the people seemed to part for Zoe as she walked toward the men. In a sexy skirt and heels, with a silky bronze blouse catching the light, she showed off her curves like a woman who knew exactly the sort of power she held over men. And she loved it.

Cam and Don had been studying her since she arrived. The new marketing campaign finally gave them up-close access to her without looking like horny animals on the prowl.

“Gentlemen, did I bore you so much yesterday that you’re boycotting me?” Zoe put her hands on her hips and lifted an eyebrow at them.

Her black hair was neatly angled along her chin while her hazel eyes hinted at mysterious thoughts. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but Cam preferred a real woman to fake perfection. Zoe was well put together and had confidence that made everyone take notice.

“No, we were just comparing notes,” Cam said.

Jar nodded. “Yeah, you covered a lot yesterday about the new branding and everything.”

“Well, get in that conference room for day two. We’re ordering in lunch, and I think I’ll have a surprise this afternoon.” She leaned in and gave them a big smile.

Cam inhaled her perfume and knew today was the day. She flirted with them. True, playful was her personality, but he’d caught her checking out the men yesterday. Today, it was time to get her naked on that conference table or get reported to HR. They needed to find out if she was interested.

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QUALITY ASSURANCE by Cheryl Dragon

QUALITY ASSURANCE by Cheryl Dragon

Lucky Springs Series, Book Five

The most popular girl in school, Ashley Tassin wanted a life in the big city but fate brought her back to Lucky Springs, where the factory’s expansion has created jobs and lured a lot of men to the town. Working with a foursome of hot guys who are in a relationship and want to add a woman is very tempting to Ash. However, two of the men went to high school with her and one holds a grudge.

Eli Hollier was a geek and now he’s a sexy genius. The four hatch a plot to teach the former head cheerleader a lesson for rejecting Eli long ago. But what starts as friends with benefits turns into something more. Falling for Ash is easy, but for it to end happily, they must bury the past and start fresh.

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Excerpt:

 

There were a lot of country songs about leaving home and returning home. When Ashley Tassin had left, she’d never expected to move back to Lucky Springs, Louisiana, but here she was. Bittersweet and anxiety inducing, both feelings fluttered inside of her as she sat in her grandmother’s kitchen after almost ten years away from home. She’d never intended to move back, but being an adult meant tough choices. Life hadn’t been as smooth as she’d hoped.

At the moment, she felt like the seven-year-old who’d sat in this very kitchen for Sunday dinners and dreamed of life in the city. Lucky Springs wasn’t New Orleans or even Shreveport, but she wasn’t alone, her three friends had gotten jobs in her hometown as well. Having support when facing the past made it a little easier.

They’d share the house for now. Lizzie was sweet and friendly from the deep south of Louisiana. Crystal was frank and very smart from the suburbs of Shreveport. Zoe was a couple years older and bold with no shame. She’d moved around all of her life so Zoe was rarely flustered by anything. They’d all bonded over wanting to make it on their own and not rush to the altar.

Good southern girls could now work, get married, have kids and be perfect homemakers. Ash could just hear her mother going on about women needing to raise their kids not stick them in daycare and other mantras that made Ash want to chew glass.

“I don’t know why you’re so down, Ash. It’s such a cute little town. Makes me feel like Anne of Green Gables. Everyone is so friendly and it’s surrounded by nothing for miles.” Lizzie’s Cajun drawl hadn’t diminished at all from college or work up in Shreveport.

“Do you want to go back to the bayou?” Ash asked.

Lizzie bit her lip and shook her head. “Going home is rough.”

Ash nodded. “Lucky Springs isn’t so little anymore. The factory retooling and expansion has doubled the population.”

“Mostly men—another point in our favor.” Zoe poured another cup of coffee. “Don’t get me wrong. I prefer the city too, but we need jobs. The market hasn’t bounced back yet. Once it does, I’ll be headed to New Orleans or Atlanta. But the men here will make it better.”

Smiling, Ash pulled up the website for their new employer, Lucky Springs Industrial, on her computer. Ash was more interested in her new work situation than men, but Zoe could juggle many interests without a bit of stress. It was Zoe who had fueled the Sex and the City fantasy of living in a big town and enjoying the single life with tons of hot men and no commitments.

Shreveport wasn’t New York, but they’d all gotten jobs there, at a same company, after college. Then they’d all been downsized. They’d stuck together. The arrangement suited her personality since Ash hated being alone but needed to get away from her family if she wanted to be happy. Her parents had created a pressure cooker for her throughout school. All parents wanted their kids to achieve, but her parents had demanded excellence. Now, she was back here and it scared her a little.

Crystal, the plus-sized beauty with a brain for numbers, set a mixed drink in front of Ash. “That’s enough pouting. I know your family bugs you, but we’re lucky to have a place to live. All the apartments and houses are full up. We’ll pay fair rent and what can your parents say then?”

“They don’t want money. Nana moved in with my parents because she falls. She’s thrilled to have me here and to have nice southern girls like you in her house instead of rowdy single men.” Ash loved her Nana. She was the one person Ash missed regularly.

Zoe rolled her eyes. “You’re an adult, Ash. They can’t put you in beauty contests or expect you to win prom queen anymore. That part of life is over. You’ve got a great job now and didn’t disgrace their small-town sensibilities by bringing home a baby fathered by some random guy. They should be thrilled.”

“Do you think Lucky Springs is Mayberry?” Ash laughed for the first time since she’d returned three days ago.

Lizzie blushed. “I heard people talking in the salon when we were there. Sounded wild to me.”

“What?” Crystal and Zoe asked in unison. Ash and Lizzie had gone to get their hair trimmed while Crystal and Zoe had their appointments on a different day.

“I was talking to some friends and the owner of the salon, Jessica. It seems like there’s an underground sex party thing going on in Lucky Springs.” Ash shook her head in disbelief. Sweet little Lucky Springs was a place to raise kids and let them roam the streets. No one locked their doors. In some ways, it was Mayberry, but they didn’t have strictly old-fashioned values.

“Parties? It’s all the men.” Zoe nodded dismissively.

“No, this was before the male infusion. I’m sure that doesn’t hurt since there’s a shortage of women now. Some of the factory jobs were taken by women, but let’s face it, most factory work attracts men. Who moves for a job? Single men without kids in school or wives with jobs. So I found out that some of these men are sort of pairing off or grouping up.”

“Like prison? They’re turning gay?” Crystal sighed. “I thought I had a shot with those odds.”

Zoe poked Crystal’s shoulder. “Don’t get down on yourself. We’re in a position to be picky and play the field.”

“Obviously, they’re living together for cost and space limitation, like us. But Jessica has four men to herself. They’re bisexual.” Ash’s mind whirled at the options there. “I guess that’s catching on with some of the men. I’m sure plenty just want one woman and wouldn’t touch another guy, but it’s not my Nana’s Lucky Springs.”

“Your nana’s a widow?” Zoe asked with an arched brow.

“Yes, why?” Ash braced for her friend’s filthy mind.

“She might get lucky. Some of these factory men are hot. One of them might want a MILF or have a granny complex.” Zoe winked.

“Yuck. I’m just warning you guys. If you get a weird sexual proposition, it might not be a joke or dare. So don’t tease the men.” Ash pointed at Zoe.

“And don’t let them take advantage.” Ash pointed at Lizzie.

“Like I’m just going to go home with five guys.” Lizzie rolled her eyes.

“Like I wouldn’t. I’m not a tease.” Zoe grinned.

“What about me?” Crystal asked.

Ash looked up from her computer. “You and I are too practical to fall for that crap, Crystal. I know you’ll do the smart and safe thing.”

Sitting down next to Ash, Crystal snagged the laptop. “Checking out the guys in Quality Control, are you? No pictures. That sucks. Will your daddy hate you working with all the men?”

Ash shook her head. She knew she’d touched a nerve by not warning Crystal about all the men. It wasn’t because her friend was big, but simply that she didn’t fall for stuff. She had her guard up. “I’m the liaison between the sales department and quality control. My job is to keep the customers happy. It’s not all men.”

“QC is. The company makes electric and battery powered carts and parts for cars. So the customers are mostly other companies or industrial places. Men,” Lizzie said. Her job was in customer service.

“And the salesmen are mostly men. Like ninety percent.” Zoe smiled. “They’re hiring new teams, and I get to train them in marketing our products to the customer. Hands on sales.”

“Right up your alley.” Crystal rolled her eyes. “You two are welcome to visit me in accounting or Lizzie in customer service. Plenty of girl talk there.”

“Darn right.” Lizzie nodded.

Ash shook her head at the computer. “I’ll be coming by. Eli Hollier…”

“Who’s he?” Zoe shrugged.

“Maybe he forgot all about it?” Ash hoped. “He had a crush on me in high school. Well, okay, junior high and even elementary school. I ignored it, but in high school, he got brave and it was awful.”

“Is he ugly? Gross?” Zoe scrunched her nose.

Ash shook her head. “He was a super brain with glasses who got straight As and didn’t play any sports. When we were little, it was cute. Then you grow up and he went to the geeky side of things and I was lucky. I was popular and kids are crazy. You even talk to the wrong person and you’re a loser. He had a crush, but he had to ask me out in high school. In front of people. I’m sorry but it was an impossible situation. I felt horrible.”

“You didn’t know he was there when you interviewed?” Crystal asked.

“No, my pay is through the sales division. They hired me to coordinate with QC to keep things moving and free up their sales force. I wish they’d needed someone in human resources, but it’s the same thing. Dealing with people. I just have to learn the product.” Ash ran her fingers through her hair. “Damn.”

“I’m sure he’s over it. Maybe he’s married? It’ll be a funny joke about high school stereotypes and clique crap.” Lizzie grabbed the computer and searched his name.

“That’s not the kind of thing people forget,” Crystal argued.

Zoe leaned over Lizzie’s shoulder. “No, they don’t forget. But this guy isn’t married, and he’s got a lot of degrees. Moved back to Lucky Springs from a job in Houston. God, I love Facebook!”

“No one stalks men like you, Zoe. Is there a picture?” Crystal asked.

“No, sorry. Just an avatar.” Lizzie closed the laptop. “He’s not the only guy in QC, Ash. Charm the others. You’re great with people.”

Ash took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair. “He’s not the only guy, but he’s the manager of QC. No way around him.”

“So charm him. Wait for the right moment, and tell him you’re sorry for being a bitchy beauty queen in high school. Family pressure, blah blah blah. Just because you were popular doesn’t mean you didn’t have lots of pressure and expectations from your family. It takes work to stay on top.”

“Except this isn’t high school anymore. Now, he might be the one on top. I’m moving home just lucky to have a job.” Ash hated feeling like a failure.

Zoe couldn’t be more right about Ash’s past, but in the light of maturity, Ash had no excuse. Crystal’s silence spoke tons about the scars and resentment high school could create, but until Ash met with Eli, there was no way to know how he’d react.

Lizzie turned on her ray of sunshine smile and glowed positivity. “Don’t underestimate the impact of a genuine apology. Then just be nice and do your job. HR could have an opening soon if the place keeps expanding.”

Ash tried to soak in the shiny happy attitude and hoped for the best. She had feelers out for jobs in big cities. Maybe, she’d get a ticket out of Lucky Springs soon. No one wanted to face their past, but people had good memories in her home town.

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TRAINING PARTY by Cheryl Dragon

TRAINING PARTY by Cheryl Dragon

Lucky Springs Series, Book Four

Deeply involved with a carton of Ben and Jerry's, Angie is caught cheating on her diet. Her sexy friend Tucker has no choice but to take action. Uncovering all her secrets, Tucker loves her curves and submissive tendencies. Ang still wants to look good for a big wedding so Tucker puts her on a strict diet of satisfying three hot men and attending some secret parties with them.

Burning calories is the last thing on her mind when Angie realizes all the fun she's been missing by being a good girl. Food is no substitute for love but after amazing sex, splitting a pint four ways is much better than eating alone.

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Being deeply involved with two men might be a woman’s fantasy, but this woman would never ask for it. Tucker Gallen glanced through the side window of Angie Hennison’s house and caught her in a heavy three-way with Ben and Jerry. Finding her naked with two men would be a turn on, but Angie had asked him to watch her so she didn’t pack on extra pounds before her friend Cassie’s wedding.

Tucker had told her ten times she didn’t need to lose weight, but she was determined to drop another five pounds before the big day. Now, he’d caught her red-handed with a pint of Chunky Monkey and a spoon. Tucker and his buddies loved her curves, and they’d much rather be the men keeping her busy, but she kept them in the friend zone.

He walked around the back of the house and entered through the kitchen door. Angie always left the back door open when she was home. Good old, safe Lucky Springs, Louisiana.

“You really shouldn’t leave doors open, Ang. With the factory hiring so much, there are tons of single men swarming the town. You need to be more careful.” He barged into her living room.

“Men? Like they’re going to come after me. You work at the factory, so do Landon and Dane. If anyone bugged me, you’d find them and beat them up.” She put the ice cream behind a decorative pillow. Not very subtle. He loved that she wasn’t good at lying.

“True. And with all the added men around here, single women will be a hot item.” He reached behind the pillow and produced the mostly eaten pint. “Now, you know I don’t think you need to lose an inch, but you asked me to keep you on track.”

She looked at him with those big blue eyes and pouted. Her long blonde hair hung over her shoulders, and she hadn’t even bothered with makeup. Tucker inspected her outfit, cargo pants and a T-shirt. Not even workout clothes. Maybe she’d given up the weight-loss nonsense? He’d miss the excuse for dropping in on her unannounced but maybe, he’d finally make a romantic move instead…except he wasn’t good at letting down his guard.

“I’m sorry. I needed sugar! I want to look good for the wedding. Especially with all these new men around here. I wish Cassie hadn’t asked me to stand up. The dresses don’t hide anything.” Angie rubbed her forehead.

“You don’t need to hide anything. If you’re determined to turn yourself into a stick figure…” He marched to the kitchen, annoyed at her and his own feelings. Sure, she’d been the chubby girl in school, but when puberty had hit, it had landed in the right places. She wasn’t skinny, but Angie was a real woman.

He searched her fridge and put two more pints of ice cream on the table. Then he found cookies and chips in the cabinet.

Angie stood in the doorway. “Don’t. That’s emergency stuff. If it’s not here, I’ll go shopping or drive-thru for something.”

“You made me promise to help you. Not to let you eat this stuff. What sort of friend would I be if I broke my promise?” He nudged her to one side and headed for her bedroom. With freedom to search, he was less interested in snacks and more in what else she might be hiding.

“Where are you going? The food is in there.” Her voice betrayed her panic as she stayed right behind him.

“Right. You never snack in bed. We know you better than that. Landon and Dane said you love chocolate in bed.” Tucker and his pals had no secrets. Those two got more out of Angie sometimes because they were a gay couple and friends of hers from high school. She shared things with them that she’d never tell a straight guy.

“I hate them.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“You love us all. We’re your friends.” He hated that word. They could be so much more.

He opened one nightstand and found a variety of fun-size candy bars. He dumped them on the bed then went to the next drawer.

“No!” She pressed behind him and reached to slam the drawer.

But Tucker was taller and stronger. He held her back and found books and toys. Not hiding his smile, he spread the books out on the bed and found three rather good-size sex toys. Two vibrated and one was clear glass. “At least, you’re getting some exercise.”

“No. Just put it away. I don’t go through your private drawers and look at your porn stuff.” She reached for it, but Tucker kept himself between her and the bed.

He’d grown up on the poor side of town on a ranch that didn’t make much of anything. When he’d gone to work at the factory, his father hadn’t been happy but Tucker was. He’d found freedom and his guys, and it worked. Traditional wasn’t their way. Still, Tucker’s feelings for Angie hadn’t disappeared. He’d worked hard to overcome his childhood and take control. She was the one thing missing in his life. No matter what he told himself, deep down he craved her love in addition to the friendship.

As Tucker inspected the titles on the well-worn books, he knew Angie fit right in with them. He couldn’t believe his luck. Books on submission and sexual play dominated the selection. There was also one on natural sexuality and oddities. There were post-its marking pages on that one.

“Put it away!” she demanded.

He turned to her and saw the tears brimming in her eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. We all have our needs. Our quirks. Have you tried it?”

“What?” she asked.

“Have you let anyone dominate you?” He stroked her hair and spoke casually.

Angie shook her head. “It’s just a fantasy. I just like strong men. I read fiction books about it and got curious. It’s not real. I couldn’t do that.”

“Of course, you could. It’s more fun than you think, especially when you involve other people.” He flipped the kinky book open to the marked pages.

“Put it down. Please!” Her face was red.

“No.” He saw her kink marked, and lines were highlighted. Dropping the book, he nudged her onto the bed. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing to be ashamed of. I can help.”

“Help?” She scooted back.

“We’re friends, aren’t we? You trust me?” he asked.

She nodded. “But I can’t do that. I don’t need sex help. I need to look good for the wedding.”

Did she really think of him as just a friend? Tucker wanted more. “Think of it as a way to burn calories that’s a lot more fun than jogging.”

“Do you know how much sex I’d need to have to burn that many calories?” She rolled her eyes.

“If you’re into obedience, it shouldn’t be a problem. Now, let’s see you do your little trick.” He tugged off her cargo pants.

She tried to protest, but he got her shirt off, too. Standing back to admire her, Tucker let desire fill him. Her curves weren’t subtle but sexy in a pinup girl way. Her cotton bra and panties were cream with black stripes. The woman wanted to feel sexy even if she didn’t think others saw her that way.

“Trick?” She reached for the blanket, and he swatted her hands away.

“I’m in charge. If you don’t like it, let’s go talk to Landon and Dane. They like it.” Tucker slid a finger under her chin and leaned in close enough to kiss her. “Say yes, and we can all have a lot of fun. You’ll feel so good that you won’t care what size you wear.”

“I’m confused. Landon and Dane are together. They like to watch you have sex? Stop playing, Tucker. This feels so weird.” She tried to back up.

He kissed her and cursed his lack of control. He wanted her too much and had to prove it. When she stopped her retreat and kissed him back, Tucker had the power, but she had his heart. Parting her lips, he filled her mouth with his tongue, and she moaned softly. Their friend status was history. Now, all Tucker had to do was not screw it up!

Once her body relaxed, he let her go and watched her large chest rise and fall as she caught her breath. Tucker was far from done. He grabbed the book and opened it. Female ejaculation wasn’t a new concept for him, but he’d never had a woman who did it to any noticeable amount. She had so many notes and highlights that she either did it or wanted to. He wanted a demonstration.

Her eyes were bigger than normal as she shook her head slightly. Tucker smiled. She was new to submission, and easing her into it would be smart. Landon and Dane would flip when Tucker brought her home. They’d loved her since high school but had their own relationship and kinks to work out.

Things were falling into place, but Tucker was the one who needed her desperately. As much as he loved his male subs, he craved a female. Not just any female submissive would do. He wanted Angie to beg for him and love him. He didn’t want an extreme sub; he needed a strong woman in his life who’d yield in bed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He smiled, realizing he’d been quiet for far too long.

“Nothing. You want to submit, I’ll keep you safe and you’ll love it. Can you do this?” He pointed to the book.

Ang blushed. “Sometimes. With the toys.”

“Show me.” He pulled off her panties and stared at her bare pussy. As much as she lamented having no man in her life, she kept herself groomed for it. “You like getting waxed?”

“Shut up. Don’t tease me. You and the guys are just going to laugh about me later.” Her hands moved down to cover herself as she sat up.

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RED HOT PARTY by Cheryl Dragon

RED HOT PARTY by Cheryl Dragon

Book 3 In The Lucky Springs Series

Being secretly in love with your brother’s boyfriend's sister is problematic enough…but when Hamilton Meriwether is caught at a sex party by that same beautiful woman, he's got some explaining to do.

Lolly Martinez grew up sheltered, but being an EMT and working with the brave firemen of Lucky Springs gets her away from her overprotective family. Wanting Ham was nothing new, but suddenly, she has a chance to act on all her fantasies with him and a couple other volunteers Lolly thought were just friends who haunted her naughty dreams. The three hot firemen want her body tied to the fire pole and a lot more. But deep feelings and family pressure complicate the fun for the quad. Risking their lives for each other has always been part of the jobs, but now it's their hearts on the line and that might be the most dangerous situation of all.

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Hamilton Meriwether loved a good party. Tonight’s was shaping up nicely as far as turnout. The sex was underway, and all he lacked were a few people from the firehouse to complete the experience. While the men were into the hot fun of watching, being watched or sharing, the woman Hamilton wanted was the one he couldn’t have.

As Ham gently spanked an eager waitress from the local diner who was between boyfriends, he looked over at his brother Monty and Alex, Monty’s boyfriend. Alex was the main reason Ham held back. The woman Ham loved was Alex’s baby sister. Saying Alex was protective was like saying southern Louisiana was wet.

“Fuck me!” the girl demanded.

Her ass was nice and pink, and Ham felt the rush of need. Sharing a woman was in the family, his other brother Dominic and his fiancée, Cassie, moved to join Monty and Alex. Ham had been part of it, and still could be, but something had changed. Ham had made it clear he needed his own group, and they understood. Cassie wasn’t into the slightly rough play Ham was. Three men were enough for her. Ham wanted to have a bit of the contentment he saw in that quad. The players for his dream were picked, but the moment hadn’t arrived.

As he slid a condom on and filled the pretty blonde waitress, he closed his eyes. She’d never be Lolly. No one would. He grew more and more restless waiting, but this helped. Talking himself out of his dream girl wasn’t hard. Lolly deserved love, but she’d grown up in a traditional Hispanic family. She might run at what Ham wanted. Alex would freak out. Ham could screw up what he had.

These monthly parties kept him going—playing with women who liked his skills and watching men. But something had to change. He had to figure out a way to make it happen. The moans of his sexual partner were loud and appreciative. Ham’s body reacted as her pussy convulsed. He came and kissed her shoulder.

“Spank me harder,” she said.

“Honey, you don’t want me. You need some dominant master for that kink. I just play.” He eased from her as shouts went up from the back porch. Ham smelled smoke and ran to the scene.

The next-door neighbor had seen the smoke, and the fire department was already there. Ham saw Bruce and Shane using a common extinguisher to put out a candle that had been knocked over.

“No open flames, people. If you can’t follow the rules, you can’t party here. You could’ve taken out the house!” As fire chief, Ham took his job seriously. Lucky Springs was a small town in the middle of Louisiana, but it was his home. They had a small force plus volunteers, but damn it, he’d keep people safe.

The ambulance rolling up made him freeze. He prayed in a way he was never meant to while naked with a condom on his body. His grandmother would be ashamed. And his prayers failed. Lolly Martinez hopped out of the ambulance, and the two guys in fire gear gave Ham a look of sympathy. Bruce had a hopeful glimmer in his eye.

Ham looked for anything to cover up with and grabbed a clean towel. There was nothing to be ashamed of on his dark black body, but Lolly had a crucifix hanging around her neck. Her expression was wide-eyed shock. Beautiful and tall, Lolly had light beige skin and dark almond eyes that she lined. Her plum lipstick never faded, and that long black hair was thick enough to get lost in. Her curves were lush and her body tight. He bet she wore a ten. So sexy in uniform! Ham fought the arousal she triggered in him.

Her eyes were stuck on her big brother, Alex, for the minute.

“I can explain, Lol. Just go back to work. We’re good here. I’ll call you.” Alex stood behind his boyfriend.

“You were just in her.” Lolly pointed to Cassie.

Ham saw this getting ugly fast. The secret ruined, the parties exposed, and all because of a candle. He had to get a grip on it. “Lolly, no one is hurt. Go back to the station and wait for me.”

Instead, she moved in closer and looked at him. “You, too? What hell is going on here?”

“Language,” Alex said.

Ham shot Alex a look. “Really? Now?”

“Lolly it’s not what you think. I’ll explain when I get to the station. Just go. You might get another call. This isn’t where you’re need. You guys, too. Get the truck back to the station.” Ham dropped the towel and pointed back to town.

The men went without argument, but Lolly stood there frozen like a statue. She was looking at him. Ham wasn’t used to her disobeying, and he focused on that thought rather than wondering if she liked what she saw. If he thought about sex with her now, he’d get hard and Alex would lose it.

He was the boss in a small town that only had one main fire truck and one modern ambulance. They didn’t need to be hanging here watching a peep show. “Lolly, I said get back to the station. That’s an order.”

Blinking, she nodded. “Never took an order from a naked boss before. Have fun.” She looked around the room one more time and turned.

The emergency vehicles pulled away, and the chatter started.

“Hold on, hold on,” Ham shouted. “We’re fine. They work for me. Those two guys have been guests here before. No one will say anything. I promise the parties will be safe. Maybe, we should call it a night. Reminder, no open flames. You want romantic candlelight, do it at your house.”

The crowd broke up, and Dominic calmed fears as they left. The core family wasn’t any calmer than the guests.

“We know the guys. What about Lolly?” Cassie said. “I should go talk to her.”

“No, very much not you.” Alex pointed a finger. “It’s my fault she’s upset. Seeing her brother here. Like this. I need to talk to her.”

Monty laughed. “That’s a good idea. Explain to her why you were in a group thing. That’s a conversation you want to have with your sister.”

“Lolly looks up to me. She supported me more than anyone when I came out.” Alex sat with an expression of disgust on his face. “I never wanted her to know about this.”

Ham knew that all too well. “She never found out working with me. It’s too late now. And she’s not a baby, Alex. Lolly is a grown woman who should have the same rights and freedoms as you do. Maybe, she’d deal with it better if you treat her like an adult.”

“She’s the good one. The little angel of the family. I’ve got to protect her.” Alex sighed.

“From sex? It’s not a crime.” Cassie rolled her eyes. “Ham’s right. You’re going overboard trying to shelter her. I agree that she might not want to watch her brother screw his boyfriend or boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend. But does she have a love life? She’s not a nun. Lolly is a gorgeous girl, and I’ll bet you scare off good men.”

“Don’t you dare talk to her about this. She couldn’t handle a group thing. I’ll go.” Alex stood and looked for his clothes.

Monty hugged his lover. “I really think you should let Ham handle this. Okay, he knows her. She trusts him, and they have to work together. You and she can pretend it never happened. We both know that’s what you want. Forget it.”

Alex nodded slowly and looked up at Ham. “You tell her I’m sorry she saw that. I love Monty, and we’re good. Okay?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. She’ll get over the shock. The other guys have been here so she’s probably finding out it’s not such a big deal from them. She’s a great person; she won’t rat out the parties to anyone. Consenting adults have a right to do what they want.” Ham stopped talking before he made it worse. “I’ll get dressed and head over now.”

“Thanks.” Monty gave his brother a pat on the shoulder then kissed Alex’s forehead. “Stop thinking about it.”

“I can’t,” Alex said.

“I can make you stop,” Monty teased.

Ham finally got upstairs and out of earshot. He knew the sex would continue. Low libido was not a problem in their family. Finally, Ham had gotten lucky in Lucky Springs, the girl he wanted now knew the truth. No more hiding and he was on a mission all his own. Lolly might be stunned, but she knew now. Ham had to smooth it over and ease her into things. Alex wouldn’t like it, but the world had handed Ham an opening and he wouldn’t waste it.

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BIRTHDAY PARTY SURPRISE by Cheryl Dragon

BIRTHDAY PARTY SURPRISE by Cheryl Dragon

Lucky Springs Series, Book Two

Turning thirty-five isn't easy for Jessica. Most of her life is going fine, but her love life has been in a holding pattern. Tired of waiting, it's Jessica's turn to go a little wild and her friends help arrange it. One night, one fantasy, and four sexy men make for a happy birthday!

The urge to repeat the fun haunts her, but when she finds out exactly who her mystery lovers were - all the rules change. Four men she loves want more than friendship or sex. They become caught in a web of passionate love that can't be denied. The quad of hunks wants to share her and each other every night. Her patience paid off times four but can this traditional girl commit to group love?

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Jessica’s Salon was a fixture in Lucky Springs. Some had tried to open competing places, but they never lasted. People were just used to coming here. Her great aunt had owned it and passed it down. Every day, Jessica styled hair and listened to all the news. Part therapist, part friend, and part beauty genius—she loved it!

This morning was her favorite client, the one who actually wanted to hear what was going on with Jessica. Her cousin, Cassie. She’d been home for six months straight and showed no sign of going back to her nomadic ways to take pictures. A handsome neighbor had gotten wandering Cassie to stay put.

“Hey, Jess!” Cassie grinned from ear-to-ear as she slipped into the salon before the official opening time. Cassie was always smiling now.

“Hi, Cassie. You look like the cat that got the rat.”

“Or three.” Cassie hugged her cousin and headed for the shampoo station. “Hi, Andrew!”

Jessica had completely forgotten Andrew was coming in early to help his boyfriend, Stuart, with inventory. Andrew was the best stylist and her best friend in Louisiana. She’d met him in beauty school and hired him as soon as she had her own salon. He brought along Stuart. The cute and serious man managed the office, payroll, ordering and inventory. Most of the women loved having cute, younger men fussing over their hair. Their husbands felt better knowing the pair was gay. It worked out.

“Hey, Cassie!” Andrew winked from the back room.

Jessica caught an extra bounce in Cassie’s mood today. “What’s up?” she asked automatically as she shampooed Cassie’s soft brown locks.

“Nothing new here. Life’s great. What about you?” Cassie stared up at Jess.

“Same old here, too. The guys are doing inventory.”

“You don’t look okay.” Cassie toweled off her hair and moved to the big chair.

“I’m fine. When you’re about to turn thirty-five, we’ll see how you take it.” Jessica combed out Cassie’s hair and saw the smile in the mirror. “Okay, fine, maybe you’re so happy and in love with Dominic that you won’t care.”

“Sorry. I wish you were this happy. So it’s your birthday? Or is the problem that Frank hasn’t been around?” They acted like sisters, and the honesty between them was refreshing.

Normally, Jessica had to support and sympathize with clients, whether she agreed or not. But with Cassie, Jessica couldn’t hide her real feelings. “Both. Neither. Frank never made any huge promises to come back. But I always thought by now he’d be back.” Frank was her high school boyfriend, but he’d wanted college and to take the world by storm with his best friend, Eric.

Jessica just wanted to cut hair and stay in small town Lucky Springs forever. Her family, her friends and life were all right here. Frank planned to make millions and move back to run his business from Lucky Springs. But times had been tough, and now those dreams felt silly and idealistic. “I’m an idiot.”

“No, you’re not!” Cassie jumped in. “Frank has come back every year, sometimes twice. To see you! He’s got it just as bad as you do. The economy is still tough. Lucky Springs is doing okay, but the factory is slowing down. No layoffs but still. Not that that is an excuse. Frank should’ve moved back years ago. Has he called or anything?”

Jessica shook her head.

Andrew slid out from the back room and hugged Jessica from behind. “No and he’s crazy, if you ask me. That man might be hot, but he doesn’t know what he’s got.”

Smiling, Jess let her head rest on Andrew’s strong shoulder. He was sexy with blond spiky hair, blue eyes and a winning smile. Stuart was more classically handsome with brown hair, but the pair always teased her, hitting on her as if it were a dare for her to say yes. Some days, she wanted to call their bluff just to see what they’d do. They were so sexy. She loved them, knew them and they were here. To watch them together would be amazing. “What is it about the one that got away?” she asked.

Cassie shrugged. “Until now, I was always the one going away so I can’t answer that. But you’ve dated other guys. It’s not as if you’ve been in a convent for fifteen years. Maybe Frank’s pal Eric is the problem? I don’t remember him being a jerk in high school, but swinging single men in the big city…”

“No, Eric is a great guy. He always gives Frank and me plenty of time alone in town, but he’s great to hang out with. I had a crush on him in junior high. If Frank ever dumped me, I might go after Eric but they’re always together so it’d get weird. What am I doing wrong?” Jess hated it. All these hot men, and she slept alone.

“Nothing!” Cassie and Andrew said in unison.

“You’re the hottest single woman in Lucky Springs.” Andrew pointed her toward the mirror. “Look at that sexy mocha skin, glossy brown hair with those auburn highlights done by yours truly. And you have green eyes that men get lost in. It’s not you. What can we do to make you feel better?”

“I don’t know. A one-night-stand won’t fix it. I want to feel sexy and desired, not cheap and used. I want someone to pay attention to me. I just want to enjoy my birthday and not think about everything. Great sex and to feel beautiful. Is that too much to ask?” Jess stared in the mirror. She wasn’t a bad package.

“Stuart and I are always available.” Andrew squeezed her waist.

“I wouldn’t ask you to sacrifice like that.” Jess kissed his cheek.

“We might be able to fix this.” Cassie smiled.

Jess held up her hands. “No, not your boyfriend’s brother. I don’t want charity.”

“You’re too hot to be labeled charity.” Andrew nudged her into the chair.

Cassie looked at Andrew. “Not him. I think we need to tell her.”

Andrew lifted an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”

“What? Tell me what?” Jess’ hopes lifted. Maybe Frank was coming in? She refused to ask out loud. No doubt about it, Jess needed to wean herself off the dream.

Cassie sat in the next chair. “I got mixed up with Dom because of these parties he has. He was my neighbor and attractive, but when I moved back, I heard a lot of noise and went over to check. They’re into the group thing—sort of. And I got pulled into it, too. Way hot.”

“Parties? Group?” Jessica’s brain spun, but her body tingled. “You sleep with just random groups?”

“No, not random. It’s not like that.” Cassie blushed. “Just Dom and Monty and Alex and sometimes Ham.”

“Wow.” Jessica swallowed. “Sometimes Ham?”

“He’s a little kinkier than I am, but I’m sure he’ll find the right girl. You’re not right for him, but I think we could arrange something. Plenty of guys at these parties would love to make your birthday memorable.”

“Not your guys?” Jessica shook her head. Was she really thinking about this as an option? Cassie was serious. If she were lying, she’d be giggling by now. Cassie wasn’t this good at practical jokes.

“No, those are all mine. Ham is unique. But the other three, no other girls for them. But we still do the party thing once a month. It’s really hot to watch and be watched.”

“You’re serious?” Jess looked up at Andrew. “You know about this?”

“Yes. It’s not like I go every month. But Stuart and I have been known to go just to show off and watch. There are hot men. We like looking at girls, too.”

“Sure. But how is it I don’t know about this? I know everything that happens in this town! People spill their guts in these chairs. Why didn’t you tell me?” She smacked them both on the arms.

“Stuart and I have offered to help you personally. Repeatedly.” Andrew folded his arms.

Cassie gave her cousin a look but let that comment go. “I didn’t know until I moved back. It’s a big secret so the more conservative of the town don’t freak. It’s not that big, really. I know it’s not normal, but it works for us. Not that I’m suggesting you need that every day. But one time with a group of men just focused on pleasing you… It’d be a birthday you’ll want to remember.”

“Pleasing me?” Jess pushed away thoughts of porn with demanding men.

Andrew leaned down. “Exactly. There are men who love sex and love to get women off. You deserve it!”

“I couldn’t do that at a party with people watching.” Jessica rejected the idea on her reputation alone. The grandmothers of Lucky Springs came here to get their hair set. They could ruin her weekly revenue.

“Okay, fine. We can set up a private party. That’s how it started for me. I think four men would be good. Three can get the job done, but it’s your birthday.” Cassie made it sound as if they were ordering enough cake.

Jess took a few deep breaths. “Who are these men? I don’t want to know. This isn’t about love, Cassie. It’s about sex and birthday fun. I don’t want to pick men. This is insane. How will I know it’s safe? I mean, will they just show up at my house?” Jess got up and grabbed her scissors. “I need to trim your hair before the regulars arrive. Thanks for the offer, but it’s too much for me.”

“Don’t say that. You’ve had a bit of a dry spell.” Andrew leaned on the counter. “What if you’re blindfolded? You won’t see them. We’ll pick the guys. It’ll be really safe and mysterious. Super hot.”

Cassie smiled wide. “Definitely. And they’ll never tell you. These are guys from the party who will keep the secret. They’ll play by the rules, always use protection and want to please. We can trust them.”

“But I won’t know who they are. I’ll be blindfolded. This is nuts. That’s not safe. What has Dom done to you?” Jess asked.

“So many wonderful things. I’m trying to share the goodness. Just not my men.” Cassie shrugged.

“Stuart!” Jessica called.

He stepped out from the office with clipboard in hand. “What do you need?”

“Do you hear this? Do you know about this?” she demanded.

A smile tugged at his lips. “Obviously, I don’t let Andrew go to parties alone. I think it’d be good for you. If you’re not sure about the safety, have Cassie and Dom chaperone the private party. She can get video just in case you ever want to see it. If you’re at all curious, you’ll like it more than you think.”

“Sure, my cousin wants to watch me in a group sex romp, blindfolded, and she’ll record it.” Jess tapped the scissors to the back of her hand. The pinch told her it was no dream.

Cassie spun in the chair. “Remember Kitty and Violet from junior high? My friends who sort of drifted away?”

“Sure,” Jess replied.

“I’ve seen them together, with the hubby. They’re a three-way since forever. Watching you have a great birthday won’t bother me. I’m sure the men will be worth watching. That’s what I’m into watching. So quit being a prude and let Andrew and I set this up. Blindfold and lots of condoms and lube. Any other requests?” She winked at Andrew.

“Sure, tie me down so I can’t change my mind.” She threw her hands up in the air.

“I was going to suggest that.” Andrew nodded to Stuart.

“Sounds good to me,” Stuart added.

If Stuart thought it was safe, it wouldn’t be that extreme…and Jess wasn’t a prude. Her brain argued, but her body liked the idea. “Back up a second. Being blindfolded you want some sense of security. How is Cassie safety? Four men. She’s no match for them if something goes weird.”

“They aren’t into force. These aren’t BDSM parties. Stop being paranoid.” Cassie used her stern voice.

“If Dom and you are there, to make sure it’s all safe. And it’s in your house. Fine.” Jess got busy cutting hair. She needed to focus on reality because what she’d just agreed to felt like someone else’s life.

“You’ll thank us later.” Andrew gave her a kiss on the cheek and followed Stuart into the back. No doubt, they were deciding whom to cast in Jess’ birthday orgy. The idea alone aroused her.

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JOINING THE PARTY by Cheryl Dragon

JOINING THE PARTY - Book one in Cheryl Dragon's Lucky Springs Series

In a small town, secrets are hard to keep. But when photojournalist, Cassie Hawks, comes home to Lucky Springs, no one says a word about what her neighbors have been up to while she's been away.

Noises next door draw her to peep on a sex party that enthralls her. The passion, the openness and the multicultural mix inspire and arouse her - the home owners most of all. The sexy Meriwether men tempt her into a private party, and she's hooked. They willingly help her with her photography and keep her coming back for more.

But can she stay put and get on board with their big sex parties?

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Excerpt:

It was a cool evening, and Cassie threw open the windows of her small house. She’d only been back for two weeks, but Lucky Springs, Louisiana was home. While she enjoyed New Orleans for vacations, her work had taken her there far too many times in recent years.

First Katrina then the oil spill. Both brought photojournalists from all over. She needed a break from the outside world. Lucky Springs was small and filled with friends and family.

Her neighbors on one side were new. In her town, “new” meant in the last five years. Old Roscoe Meriwether had passed away, and his sons, Dominic, Hamilton and Montgomery had moved in. Some thought they would only settle the estate, but they’d opened a business and stayed. There was a fourth man, Alex, she knew from elementary school. Cassie had met all of those attractive men over the years, but one left an intense impression.

Mrs. Jenkins, the neighbor on her other side, informed Cassie that those Meriwether boys had kept Cassie’s yard spotless. Cassie owed them a thank you and a homemade pie. Tomorrow, she’d venture over and be neighborly. No doubt, she should’ve done it sooner.

Her elderly Cajun neighbor could be counted on to have all the gossip and updates including details about the three sexy black men she called “those Meriwether boys”. Cassie was curious, but in a small town she needed the update.

It’d been a long time since Cassie had enjoyed anything like a personal life. Traveling around made it hard to enjoy more than a fling here and there. She was determined to take a break and reconnect with friends and family. There were men here, most of whom she’d known all her life and most of whom didn’t go for career girls who traveled around the world. The small town had a big factory on one end and lots of farms on the other.

Looking out the window, she could see the lights from the Meriwether place in the dark night. They had a big lot while her home used to be a guesthouse on Mrs. Jenkins’ property. Mrs. Jenkins had kept most of the land, and Cassie had a cozy place with low upkeep.

The wind whispered along the houses, and odd moans traveled along from the Meriwether place. Moans and shouts. What were those men up to? Three were related, but Alex was involved with Monty. Hot but gay, that still left two sexy straight men around—all were good to look at.

Curiosity and lack of sex got the better of her. Cassie put on a robe and shoved her feet into old hiking boots by the door before she slipped out into the night. The walk was longer than she’d remembered, but the men had planted lovely additions to the backyard.

The big, screened-in porch was void of people, but a couple of windows were open, letting out the sounds of sex. Quietly, Cassie slipped into the screened area and crouched by an open window. Peering in, she quickly ducked down.

Blinking deliberately, she looked in again. There had to be twenty people, maybe more if the group extended to the front of the house. She’d seen a lot of things in her work. Blood, death, nudity and tears didn’t shock her when viewed through a camera lens. But up close and in her home town, right next door—this shocked her. It could only be called a sex party. An orgy on her own street?

She spotted Alex, the sexy Latino she’d gone to school with. He was tangled with his boyfriend. Monty sported dreads. Like all of them, he was muscled and hot. Cassie was happy for Alex. Mrs. Jenkins had told Cassie people talked about the interracial gay couple. Watching Alex suck his boyfriend’s dark black cock sent shivers through her. The cool night was suddenly humid.

When a girl joined the two men, Cassie held her breath. To her surprise, they welcomed the female addition. Without knowing the rules, Cassie had no idea what she’d see, but she couldn’t look away from the room full of sexual free spirits.

Glancing around for other familiar faces, she spotted a junior high friend, Kitty, who was riding her husband. Cassie knew Neil, the husband, too. They’d all gone to school together.

Maybe they just liked to watch and be watched? The same person, same sex life must get boring after being married so long. Cassie certainly felt the tingling all over while watching the group. This party could keep a marriage spicy. Then another friend from junior high, Violet Ann, joined the couple and sat on Neil’s face. Cassie covered her eyes.

She felt like a peeping Tom, but there was someone she needed to see. The other two brothers were extremely attractive, too. Ham was the rebel, dark skinned with lots of muscle and a firefighter. The lighter skinned brother was Dominic. He was the oldest, bald, tall, with a nice smile and a quiet sense of strength that drew Cassie in. Mrs. Jenkins might be in her seventies, but she had an eye for men of any age. To her credit, she tried to find a good man for Cassie every time she came back. Dominic was first on Mrs. Jenkins’s list.

Cassie’s pussy tightened as she took in his naked body. He was gorgeous!

“Dominic,” someone said from inside.

She slumped down but watched Dom walk over to his other brother. Ham was as muscled and impressive in the buff. Currently, Ham had a sexy white girl Cassie had hated in high school bent over the arm of the sofa, fucking her. Her ass glowed hot pink, but her smile was clear.

When Dom approached, the woman reached for his hard cock, so thick and long, Cassie envied her. Cassie’s insides contracted as she imagined herself in the middle of those brothers. Just then her photographer’s eye took over, and she was hypnotized by the bigger picture.

It wasn’t just the sex, the men were hot but the diversity and contrasts kept her eyes jumping and exploring on different levels. Most, but not all, of the groups were interracial in some way. She’d fit right in between Ham and Dom.

Cassie had to control her hormones. The view made her wet. Black women with white men and the reverse. Latinos, blacks, Cajuns, Creoles and whites—visually it was stunning. The tone-on-tone of skin, along with the passion, popped and sizzled.

Part of her wished she’d brought her camera, but she couldn’t photograph this. She was trespassing and snooping, not an invited guest. The moans of sexual release wafted out to her, and Cassie didn’t know if she wanted to join in, document it or run.

“We should close those back windows and turn on the air,” Alex said.

Footsteps approached.

Cassie darted around the corner and found another exit to the screened porch. Silently, she ran home, hoping no one there noticed her. They had far more erotic business at hand. All the cars out front told her the party was big. No one had looked at all nervous so she couldn’t imagine it was their first time.

Once inside her own home, Cassie locked the doors and closed the windows. She turned on the air then looked outside as if they’d followed her. If Mrs. Jenkins knew anything like that was going on, she hadn’t said a word to Cassie.

Tossing her robe on the couch, she marched into her bedroom in the oversized T-shirt she called a nightgown. Laptop in hand, she hopped on the bed and opened a file always on her desktop. The “ideas” folder housed all her random photo project ideas over the years. Coming home meant she might get a few of them done. She added one more. Multicultural passion in small town Louisiana.

Closing her laptop, she flopped back against her pillows—sexually frustrated. When she shut her eyes, the image replayed with Dominic in center stage. She almost reached for her vibrator but gave up on the idea. What she needed wasn’t batter powered. Not even close.

Cassie was tired of living her life from behind a camera. Work was one thing, but she needed a real life with sex and connections. Maybe if she stayed in one place long enough, the right man would find her?

Maybe they’d invite her to the party? A chill of fear ran through her that they would. Or was it that they wouldn’t?

Her eyes snapped open. Cassie had never done anything like that. She’d have no clue how to act or what to say. She couldn’t do that. It was practically public.

How could she go there tomorrow and be a friendly neighbor just thanking them for looking after her yard when she’d seen them all naked and in an orgy? She’d blush or stare or say the absolute wrong thing. Pictures could be selected, cropped and enhanced. Stories could be edited, but real life just happened, and Cassie wasn’t good on the spot.

Slipping under the flat sheet, she snuggled up with a pillow and hoped she’d feel less ridiculous in her dreams. Somehow, she needed to get a sex life, or she’d be the neighborhood snoop. Being on the outside looking in for her job was one thing, but this was her home. She needed to belong in Lucky Springs, and yet, she’d been left off the invite list.

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