Greetings from the farm—and our new farmhouse! Mr Robin and I (and our three Robinettes) have spent the last few weeks moving into it slowly but surely, and we had our first real company last week. My mother just left today (cue angels singing Hallelujah Chorus) and I’m finally sitting alone in my beautiful new living room in my comfy new easy chair, doing what I’ve wanted to do for the last year—nothing except write and blog.
Before I get started, many thanks, hugs and kisses go to my sweet ‘n’ sexy Smutketeers for taking such good care of me—and not just at release time. I was lost without Eden and RG at the RWA Conference this year! But RG’s been awesome the last few weeks, helping me navigate my first release (hopefully the first of many) at Samhain, so extra wet, sloppy kisses for her.
And before I forget, on Friday I’ll be drawing the name of one lucky commenter to receive a free download of Carnal Compromise AND their choice of one of my backlist books, either print or ebook. So if you’re lurking, suck it up and comment!
Okay, where to start? I know I’m supposed to talk about Carnal Compromise, which releases August 9th at Samhain, but I think first I’m going to back up just a little bit. For those of you who don’t know, CC is the sequel to Carnal Harvest, a scorching-hot novella EC released about three years ago. Here’s the blurb for CH:
Thanks to his spectacular ATV crash and lengthy convalescence, Hake Stivers missed out on a lot this fall—harvesting his crops, caring for his cattle, and most of all, giving his kinky little wife the kind of loving she deserves.
In an effort to ease his feelings of inadequacy and reward Mandy for helping out with chores, Hake asks his cousin Brent for a daring favor. Later that day, Brent and his friend Joe show up to fulfill Mandy’s edgiest submission fantasies while Hake watches from the sidelines.
But someone knows the truth—it’s not Mandy but Hake who needs to have his control stripped away, and that someone is determined to see that Hake gets exactly what he needs…whether he wants it or not.
Yup, that was one dirty book (it made both of my editors blush!) and the obvious sexual tension between Brent and Joe made it clear they deserved their own equally hot book—and their own equally hot heroine. It took a year or so on the back burner for Brent, Joe and AJ’s story to finally come together in my mind, but boy, when it came, it came fast and hard and long—just the way I like most things. I wrote most of this full-length novel in a single month, then I spit-shined it, sent it to my very first editor, who’d since moved to Samhain, and voila! I became a Samhain author.
So now, without further adieu, here’s a sneak preview exclusively for Smutketeer readers. (And in case you’re wondering, yes, our deliciously dirty heroes do take a break from harvesting and find their way back to Hake and Mandy’s…)
Carnal Compromise Blurb:
When you’re down on the farm, things are bound to get dirty!
Joe Remke just has one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.
Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny young guys on his custom farming crew.
AJ Pender’s bunkmates may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are gay, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. Not that they’d be interested in her, of course, and if they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.
Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of outing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even three-ways have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes. Can any of them walk away with their hearts intact?
Warning: Flying BOBs ahead—and that’s just the warm-up! Strap yourself in for a wild ride complete with ménage, m/m, and a voyeuristic f/f scene hot enough to make three grown men beg for mercy.
“Buckle up,” Joe ordered as they pulled away from the curb, doing the same himself.
It took some digging, but AJ finally came up with the lap belt and buckle for the middle seat and strapped herself in. Then she went straight to the point. “So what’s the other option?”
“Well, let me back up a little bit and tell you why we were home earlier than you expected last night.”
The wary look was back. “Okay.”
“We were going to proposition you.”
“You…” She shook her head. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She blinked rapidly. “But I thought you were…”
“You thought we were what?”
“Gay!” Brent slammed on the brakes and swore when he nearly swerved into a parked car.
“Take it easy!” Joe barked.
“Relax, Grandma. I haven’t killed anyone yet and I don’t intend to start today.”
“No one ever intends to.”
Brent grinned. “Believe me, Joe, if I ever kill you, it’ll be intentional.” Then AJ’s bemused face caught his eye and he frowned at her. “So what the hell made you think we were gay?”
She squirmed, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Um, well, it’s hard to pinpoint any one thing. Mostly the way you look at each other, I guess.” Whatever she saw in his face made her quickly tack on, “But it’s only in the camper, not around the crew.”
“We’re bi,” Joe said in a confidential tone.
Brent shot him a stern look. “He’s bi. I’m not.”
“The day is young.”
Joe just smirked, and Brent sighed. It was a bad sign when he resorted to cheap shots, especially lame ones like that. He had to stop letting Joe get to him.
AJ stared back and forth between them before saying, “Okay, now I’m really confused.”
Brent’s gaze slid from Joe to her. “Nothing confusing about it. Joe wants to sleep with me, I said no. Happens all the time.”
* * * * *
So she hadn’t been imagining the sexual tension between them. Even now it crackled in the air like static electricity on a dry winter day. If they touched their fingertips together, they’d probably both get a shock.
But their relationship was puzzle she’d have to work out later.
“Why me?” she asked. “Why now?”
“Well, it didn’t hurt that we caught you in a…revealing position,” Brent said, his eyes twinkling. When she groaned, he continued, “And it doesn’t hurt that you’re pretty conveniently located.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she rolled her eyes. “God forbid you should be inconvenienced.”
“Dammit!” Brent hit the brake again, though not quite as hard. Glancing into the rearview mirror, he pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway and put the truck in park. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Hell, Joe’s been convenient for years and I haven’t taken advantage of him.”
“Yet,” Joe added.
Brent sent him a quelling look.
“The real clincher,” he continued, focusing on her again, “was finding out that you read Amanda Garrity’s books. It made us think you had a few naughty fantasies that might be right up our alley. Fulfilling naughty fantasies happens to be something we both enjoy a great deal.”
AJ stiffened. God, and she’d thought his first two reasons sucked!
Feeling too exposed and humiliated to even blush, she smiled tightly. “Gee, that’s a lovely offer, but I can’t say that I’ve ever really fantasized about being anyone’s mercy lay.”
“AJ, no! That’s not it at all.”
Joe leaned forward and stared at Brent. “You do know you’re really screwing this up, right?”
“You think you can do better?”
“I sure as hell couldn’t do worse.” Joe turned to her. “Sweetheart, if anyone’s getting a mercy lay here, it’s me. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the minute you signed on, but you seemed like the type who’d expect a ring so until now I’ve left you alone.”
She didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. “I’m thirty-four years old, guys. Credit me with a little sophistication.”
“That’s exactly what we were trying to do by propositioning you,” Brent pointed out.
He had her there.
“Well good,” she said grudgingly, “because believe me, a ring is the last thing I’d ask any man for.”
“Glad to hear it.” Joe leaned even closer to nuzzle her ear, and the tendril of warm, humid breath snaking down her neck made her shiver and scrunch up her shoulder. “Now that I’ve seen you come, I’ll never be able to keep my hands off you. I don’t want to let you out of this truck until I’ve felt you come on my cock.”
AJ swallowed breathlessly. Maybe they were crediting her with a little more sophistication than she deserved because she felt compelled to offer every objection she could think of. “Just because a woman’s not looking for a ring doesn’t mean she wants to get it on with two guys.”
“True,” he murmured, sucking at her earlobe, “which is why when we find one who does, especially one as cute as you, we try not to let her get away unfucked.”
She smothered a moan of pure need and said weakly, “Just because a woman reads erotica doesn’t mean she’s the type who wants to get it on with two guys, either.”
Joe pulled back and challenged her with his laser-blue eyes. “Are you saying you don’t?”
She opened her mouth and then paused. Why was she even bothering? Brent and Joe were offering to fulfill every illicit fantasy she’d ever had. It was stupid to be hung up on the idea that all they wanted from her was sex when that was all she wanted from them. So what if they used her while she was handy and let her go when the season ended? She had plans for her future that didn’t include them either.
Brent slid his fingers under her chin and pulled her around to drop a soft kiss on her parted lips. “We want you, AJ. You’re fucking gorgeous when you come, and we want to lay you down and hold you open and make you come. Over. And over. And over.”
He punctuated his words with soft kisses down the side of her neck, and oh god, the scene he described was so vivid in her mind’s eye, so incredibly, unbearably tempting, she could barely breathe. Then Joe’s hot hand slid between her thighs and she started, jerking them together instinctively to keep him from feeling the dampness there.
“Wait,” she gasped. “You’re going too fast…”