So, I wrote my first ever MMF. It wasn’t planned that way, but the characters took over and let me know how it was going to be, lol. Here is the blurb and a little snippet.
The Last Detail
SAMHAIN-30% off the first week
Trust isn’t easy when the ones you want most are out to get you.
Ten years after she ran away from Earth, Lou Campbell is one job—just one more collar—away from earning enough credits to go home. All she has to do is lure Sam Dawson within range of her handcuffs with the promise of fast, hard sex. Easy.
Once she gets him there, keeping her own hands off him isn’t so easy.
Sam’s committed his share of sins, but he’s not guilty of selling secrets. Before he can convince the sexiest bounty hunter he’s ever seen that he’s been betrayed, all hell breaks loose. And he’s on the run with a false accusation on his hands—and a bleeding woman in his arms.
Alone in her boss’s safe house, Lou and Dawson’s simmering attraction explodes into full-blown fireworks.
When Jared Flores walks in on his best hunter and ex-lover in bed together, the surprise is mutual. Worse, the need he has long felt for both of them overrides his better judgment. After the fists fly, the sparks catch fire into a budding three-way romance.
Then Sam disappears, leaving Jared and Lou in a race against time to not only retrieve their lover, but save his life.
Hot M/F sex, M/F/M sex, and holy moly some really hot MMF sex amongst lots of weapons and fire fights. Deceitful family members, nasty set ups, and an Alpha male whose lovers have naughty punishments in mind—when they catch him.
Sam Dawson watched the blonde as she approached his table and tried not to show his reaction. Reid and Denton were here for cover, but he didn’t think either contract agent would be happy if they knew he was sporting a boner hard enough to lift the table. He didn’t want it going in a report. And these two would do it just to mess with him.
Not that there would be a report. For some reason, he seemed to have lost his contact at Zenich Industries, the security firm he worked for. No one had picked up his transmissions for the last week. Considering his assignment had been flagged as covert with an immediate suspense, Sam thought it more than a little worrisome he hadn’t heard from them.
Shifting his weight from one hip to another, he winced when his pants drew tight over his crotch. His dick throbbed against the fabric.
Shit. He didn’t need to get itchy over a mean-looking woman. She looked like she was packing enough heat to take down half the bar. With a body like that, and the weapon she was carrying, she had to be trouble. Sam should know better. Women like her could get an agent killed.
Damn if that didn’t interest him even more.