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From @sirenbookstrand and Silke Ming #menage 'Theirs for the Taking'

Eden Stone, owner and CEO of Stone & Stone Architects, has head-hunted and hired the renowned architect Cody Stretton for his company. They have their initial meeting one night in one of the town’s swanky clubs, where Eden is immediately attracted to the voluptuous and beautiful bartender, Chelsea, unaware that she is Cody’s wife.
The Strettons have been married for ten years and have been look a partner to rejuvenate their sex life, but are wary of the town’s sex clubs. When Cody sees the amount of interest Eden is showing in his wife, he convinces her that Eden is their man, but there is a small problem. Eden is Cody’s boss and he knows that mixing business with pleasure is a risk. However, when Cody reveals their intentions to Eden, he finds the idea appealing and can’t wait to join them, but things take a surprising turn when the three lovers finally get together in the bedroom.





THEIRS FOR THE TAKING - EXCERPT
Under the shower, Eden thought about his life. He was a happy man. There were two people in his life that he loved and he wouldn’t have it any other way. This kind of relationship he hadn’t expected, but he had grown used to being in bed with Cody and Chelsea together. He had been attracted to Chelsea from the first moment he had laid eyes on her and he knew that she and Cody had been looking for a third person to share their bed. He imagined getting together with the two of them now and again, but it had turned out differently and he had no regrets. He had fallen in love with Chelsea, and something else had happened that he hadn’t expected. He had also fallen in love with the temperamental husband, Cody. Robin had been correct with her assessment of the problem that had existed in the household.
Cody was jealous of the attention that Eden showered on Chelsea, leaving him out in the cold. Cody too had also fallen in love with Eden, but in the last few months, things had definitely improved by leaps and bounds after that hot and steamy scenario in Eden’s office. Things had returned to normal at home and Chelsea was happy to see that her two men had put their differences behind them. They were sharing and enjoying each other’s bodies, but Eden still wasn’t ready to allow Cody to make that final step. 
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When he came from the shower, he could hear voices coming from downstairs. Cody and Chelsea were laughing and talking, and he smiled. A few months earlier, he had felt like the outsider in the relationship, but he had proved to them, especially when Chelsea was ill, that he was an asset in their union and not a liability. Showing his love for Cody had also calmed the winds that had buffeted around in the home, causing discord. He heard footsteps coming in his direction, and in his nakedness, he turned around and saw Cody standing at the bedroom door.
“That was a long shower,” he said. “I needed it. I feel alive again. Strange what a warm shower can do to the body. Where’s Chelsea?”
“She’ll be up in a minute.”
“It’s still early. What are we going to do with the rest of the evening?” Eden asked. “All I want to do is spend it with the people in my life.”
“I was thinking that we could go to a club and kick our heels up.”
“When was the last time you went to a club? You wouldn’t know what the inside of a club looked like if someone set you down in the middle of one,” Cody teased. “You know me better than that. After a long day, the only exercise I want is getting between the sheets with my loves.”
“I like the sound of that,” Cody said softly. “Why don’t we get a head-start before Chelsea comes up? Let me help you get out of those clothes,” a now-brazen Eden said.
Eden stood beside the nightstand, his hand on the drawer, watching him.
“Should I do a strip-tease to get you in the mood?” Cody asked. “I’m already in the mood,” Eden said, pulling open the nightstand drawer and noticing the pink handcuffs. He stared at Cody. He had thrown his clothes onto the armchair and stood before him, naked.
“Get on your back,” he ordered Cody.
Before he had a chance to think about Eden’s intentions, Eden had both hands bound to the brass headboard. Cody looked up at him, desire filling his eyes. “Don’t you look delicious,” he remarked, running his fingers up and down Cody’s thighs, and watched his cock lift. Cody’s fingers flexed in the handcuffs and he lifted head, his lips parted in anticipation. They were so involved with each other that they didn’t hear Chelsea enter. She stood there with a smile on her lips, watching them. Cody stared past Eden and their eyes met. Eden turned and beckoned to her, and she slowly walked over, standing a little way from the bed. Forgetting that he was bound to the headboard, Cody struggled to get up, only to rest his head back onto the pillow. Eden ran a finger slowly along Cody’s erect cock and watched as his muscles rippled in response.
“Take your clothes off,” Eden said to Chelsea. “Very slowly!”
As he stroked Cody’s cock, his gaze remained pinned on Chelsea. She unbuttoned her slacks and let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. Next, she removed the blouse, revealing the swell of her heavy breasts, and a tightness gripped Eden’s groin, bringing a groan from deep down in his soul. Her hands moved to her back to remove her bra, but he stopped her.
“I am always aroused by the female breast,” he said. “But yours do something strange to me. I can’t stay away from them.” He stepped away from the bed and as if in slow motion, moved toward her.
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About Silke

 I have always loved writing. I started out with poetry and then graduated to novels. Not a day goes by that I do not do some form of writing. I started out with romance novels two years ago, and have so far written seventeen of them.
I also try to read at least two books each month, thanks to the convenience of the E Reader which makes it easy to shop the bookstores from the comfort of one’s home.
In addition to my love of books, is my love of travel. Although my career was in travel, I am still bitten by the travel bug, and travel whenever I can. I have lived in The Caribbean, Italy, India and Germany, and now make Canada my home.
My other passions are travelling, gardening and cooking, and I consider myself a gourmet cook.

Welcoming Silke Ming with her new #MMromance from @sirenbookstrand Three Degrees East of Bliss

Welcome to the blog, Silke

Writing is my passion. I started out with poetry at an early age, and then moved onto novels. Not a day goes by that I do not do some form of writing. I have written six fictional novels, and when time allows, I try to read at least two books per month, thanks to the convenience of the e-reader, which makes it easy to shop the bookstores from the comfort of one’s home.
In addition to my love of books is my love of travel. My career has taken me all over the world, and I have lived in The Caribbean, Italy, India, Germany, and now make Canada my home. If I were to leave Canada for another destination, it would be to live in Bali or New Zealand, because I like the cultures and find the landscapes of both countries breathtaking. My two other passions are gardening and cooking, and I consider myself a gourmet cook.

I am relatively new to romance writing, and have written sixteen romance novels which are all available at most popular book stores.


Jason Porter is convinced his lover Gabriel Parker is being unfaithful.
Hypnosis reveals that in the early 1900’s, Gabriel used to be a priest named Damien Fassnidge, who due to a sexual indiscretion, was banished to the island of Barbados as punishment.
Sailing from Cork to Barbados to take up his new position, Damien meets and befriends a brash, young Irishman named Nicholas Duffy, who is also on his way to take up the position as a sugar plantation manager. In Barbados friendship turns to love. Torn between his love for the church and his love for Nicholas, Damien decides to leave the priesthood, but before he has a chance to resign, an anonymous letter is sent to the church and he is dismissed. Defrocked and ashamed, he and Nicholas plan to leave the island, but a new piece of information comes to light which puts their relationship in jeopardy.  
Will Jason Porter believe this incredible story about Gabriel Parker? 


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Nicholas Duffy watched Damien walk away. He liked him. He was not the usual, stuffy, old priest. He had a sense of humor, he was young, and best of all, he took the occasional nip of gin. In addition, he was very handsome with his red hair, green eyes, and a muscular build. He was definitely not the image one conjures up when thinking of a man of the cloth.
Sitting with Father Damien had its advantages. He was a deterrent to those mothers eager to have their spinster daughters married off because they all knew that there were no eligible young men on the island. As long as he was sitting with the priest, mothers did not dare approach him on such a delicate subject.
The two men were as different as night and day. One was renowned as a gentleman and a man of the cloth, while the other was a man seeking to find his place in society, and Barbados was just the place to do it in spite of the unscrupulous reputation of the island. Nicholas`s lifestyle did not quite fit in with his conservative surroundings in Ireland, and when he saw the advertisement in the local paper, he jumped at his chance to climb the ladder of success.

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“Two aces trump your kings,” Nicholas declared, holding Damien’s gaze.
“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Damien said. “I should’ve known you were a card shark.”
“Grrrr!” Nicholas shouted, curling his lips and baring his teeth. “I am indeed a card shark.”
Their card game had attracted a few of the fellow passengers, and they crowded around them, making it a tad uncomfortable for Damien. He thought it better to retire for the evening, before a simple game of cards turned into an Irish brawl.
“Sorry, but I must call it a night. Tomorrow promises to be another long day on the stormy waters of the Atlantic.”
“See you at breakfast then, Father?”
“See you then. Goodnight, Nick.”
“Goodnight, Father,” the group of onlookers echoed.
In his little room, Father Damien got to his knees, and said his nightly prayers before crawling into bed and pulling the covers over his head. It was the month of November, and the sea was turbulent. It was the end of the hurricane season, but that didn’t mean that it was the end of the bad weather. That night the ocean was not in a particularly good mood. The ship lurched and tilted to one side, scaring its occupants out of their beds.
Suddenly, someone was knocking on his door, and when Father Damien opened it, he found Nicholas standing there, whiter than a sheet, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Let me in, Damien,” he shouted.
“Yes! Yes! Come on in,” Damien replied, hanging on to the closet door for stability. “Come in.”
“I think I’m going to be sick, Damien,” he shouted.
Damien just had enough time to direct him to the small sink in the bathroom, where he emptied his stomach. Damien cleaned his face with a cool cloth, and the young man stumbled onto his bed, still retching and gagging, until the towel fell away from his body, exposing a stalwart erection. He groaned for a few moments, and then was suddenly quiet. Damien’s eyes opened wider than saucers, as he stared down at the massive rod of thick flesh. His mouth dropped open, his shaft stirred in his pajamas, and he clenched his fists at his side, staring, unable to look away. Not knowing what else to do, he threw the towel over Nicholas’s lower body, but it wasn’t enough. The damage had already been done, and a tent appeared where he had thrown the towel. Finally turning away, Damien stared up at the ceiling, while his unwanted guest sprawled across his bed and continued to moan and groan.

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The moment the man saw Father Damien dressed in his vestment, he made a sign of the cross.
“I’m looking for Mr. Duffy,” Damien said.
The man pointed to someone in the distance, riding around on a horse.
“He’s over there,” the man said.
He recognized him as an Irishman by his heavy Irish brogue.
“I would like to speak to him. Would you get him for me?”
The man walked away and spoke to Nicholas, who turned around, raised an arm above his eyes to block out the sunlight, and stared at him. The horse started a slow trot in Damien’s direction.
“Father Damien, where were you all this time? I thought you had returned to Ireland.”
“I can say the same thing about you. You promised to come by and see me at the parish church.”
“Well, Father,” he said, dismounting his horse, “I was thinking about it, and I thought it would be better if I left well enough alone.”
Damien was confused by the remark, but did not immediately acknowledge it. He gazed at Nicholas. Barbados seemed to agree with Nicholas. He looked healthy, handsome, and as brown as butter. Riding around all day on his horse certainly seemed to have its advantages.
“What are you saying, Nick? I thought we were friends.”
“Of course we’re friends. Because we haven’t seen each other doesn’t mean we’re no longer friends. You were always in my thoughts.”
He handed the reins to the field hand, and with a gesture of the head, directed Damien into the plantation home.
“You’re living in the lap of luxury,” Damien said, taking in the antique furniture that adorned the home.
His host poured two shots of rum and handed one to him.
“The best stuff there is,” he said, lifting his glass.


“In heaven there is no beer.
That’s why we drink ours down here.”

Damien nodded, acknowledging the Irish ditty.
“Cheers,” he said, knocking his glass against Damien’s. “So how is hell treating you?”
“Cheers! Just like it’s treating everyone else,” Nicholas replied, before throwing his head back and gulping down the smooth, sweet liquor. “Had lunch?”
“No, but I’m hoping you would ask me.”
Nicholas laughed, poured two more drinks, and led Damien out to the veranda.
“I can see that Father Kelly has taught you well.”
“You’ve never met him.”
“Ah, but this is a small island, my boy. His reputation has preceded him.”
“Well then, I must be more careful.”
Half an hour later, a woman showed up on the veranda to say that lunch was ready. Damien’s eyes bulged as he stared at the amount of food she had laid out. There was enough on the table to feed an army.
“Let’s eat,” Nicholas announced.
Father Damien closed his eyes in a silent prayer. Nicholas gazed at him, his long eyelashes fluttering over his piercing, blue eyes. When Damien opened his eyes,  they stared at each other, unblinking.
“So what have we here?” a hungry Father Damien asked, looking from one dish to the other.
“I don’t know. As long as it looks delicious, I eat whatever Mabel puts on the table in front of me.”
Damien spooned some rice onto his plate, and added some stew and vegetables.
“You’re right, Nick. Whatever it is, it’s really delicious.”
His eyes still riveted on Damien, Nicholas couldn’t seem to look away, especially when he served himself another helping. He thought Damien looked different. The sun had given him a healthy glow, and he seemed even more handsome than he was on board the ship. He couldn’t take his eyes off him.
“You’re gawking at me,” Damien remarked.
“I like looking at you. I was thinking how much more handsome you’ve become. It must be the Barbadian sunshine and fresh air.”
Damien put his cutlery down, and their eyes met.
“If I didn’t know you better, I would swear that you’re coming on to me.”
Nicholas did not reply, but kept on gazing at Damien.
“Tell me, Damien. Why did you become a priest?”
“Just as you wanted to be a plantation manager here on this island, is the same reason why I became a priest.”
“I had always thought that it had to be a calling. Why do I think yours wasn’t a calling?” he asked, getting up and standing behind Damien’s chair.
“That’s a misconception, Nick. It was a calling,” Damien said, reaching for his glass and swallowing back the rum in one gulp.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, Father?”
“What makes you think that?”
“You seem nervous,” Nicholas said, returning to his seat and continuing his lunch. “Do you remember that night when I came to your room? I was distressed and in need of comfort, and you comforted me.”
“That’s part of my vocation. I’m here to console those in distress.”
“Father, you are playing with me. You know what I’m saying, and if you don’t know, I’ll spell it out for yer.”
“It’s getting late. Perhaps I should be going.”
“So you do understand what I’m talking about?”
Nicholas stood up and moved close to Damien, so close he could smell the rum on his breath. Damien was nervous, and it showed. His eyelashes fluttered like a moth attracted to light, and he headed for the kitchen door, mistaking it for the entrance door.
“Can I get you something?” the wide-eyed housekeeper asked, unaccustomed to seeing house guests in the kitchen.
“I was on my way out, but I opened the wrong door.”
“I’ll show you the way out, Father.”
Nicholas was waiting by the car when he ran down the stairs.