Title: Love Too
Hot
Series: Table 21 #3
Author: Morgan Jane Mitchell
Release Date: October
7, 2014
Synopsis
2 sex addicts had a
deal. It didn't include falling in
love...
The
third
installment of the Table 21 series finds Loraine and Rick after
their
demons have resurfaced. Taking matters into his own hands, Rick
tries
to convince Loraine it's never too late. Little does he know,
despite
her addiction, Loraine has a new life, one that can't include
him.
Gage, the assistant pastor at her sister's church is everything
a
woman could want, well almost. Great with her daughter and Rick's
complete
opposite, he's been Loraine's rock, a rock she's been lying to
their
whole relationship.
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
Loraine
sinks deeper into Rick’s darkness only to find her own. She
begins
to question whether love is patient and kind or if love is
demanding
and... hot? Loraine's question is answered in a shocking way
when
she discovers both men in her life have been keeping secrets. She's
left
thinking a happy ending isn't in store for her until one man
offers
her a beautiful beginning.
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Excerpt from
Book 1: In Too Deep
© Morgan Jane Mitchell
2014
“If I’m ever raped, I
wanna be
on
top,” Crystal ended her introduction as I hurried through the door.
Taking
my
seat in the circle quickly, I tried not to roll my eyes or sigh. What
an
idiot!
Didn’t she know women really were forced to have sex against their
will
-raped?
It was a horrible thing to
say,
but
the group’s counselor took it in stride. “Crystal, this is a new
line.
Would
you care to explain?”
“I’ve finally figured it
out.
I
want to be force fucked. I’ve set it up. Next week, five guys, it
is going to
happen,”
she beamed.
Ms. Collins’ face stayed
neutral.
“So, you are saying you have arranged an ambush. You are having
some
men
pretend to coerce you?” I was so thankful she didn’t say rape.
Ms. Collins
was
always careful. She had to be, she was leading a support group for
sex
addicts.
Crystal nodded her head
cheerfully,
clearly proud of herself.
What was I doing here?
Besides,
sitting between Crystal’s gang rape fantasies and old man Charlie’s
foot
fetish? Looking down to hide the contempt on my face, I was just
beginning
to
rethink my resolutions before Ms. Collins asked me to introduce
myself
again.
We had to at every meeting because half of the members rarely
attended.
A
long-term member would roll in after a particularly bad
night.
Plastering on a forced smile,
I
began, “Hi, I’m Loraine.” Last names were off limits. “As I
said last time, I
am
not a sex addict, but there isn’t a support group for my problem.
So here I
am.”
“You could join the frigid
club
if you don’t like us,” Crystal
sneered.
Ms. Collin’s cleared her
throat.
“Loraine is not frigid. She seeks out sexual pleasure as much as
you.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Crystal
continued
to
study her nails.
“Loraine, please go on. We
have
some lifetime members joining us today who have not heard about your
situation.”
Having rushed into the
meeting,
I finally scanned the room to get the shock of my life. I tried not
to
drool
but across from me was the finest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
Inhale, Loraine. Mortified, I couldn’t
lie.
Most of the group heard my story on my first visit. Now I’d have to
spew
my
secret to the most desired, eligible bachelor in town. Always
straight faced
and
serious, he now squinted, scrutinizing me before a flash of
recognition shone
on
his face. Shit! His sultry eyes locked onto mine, I couldn’t read
his
reaction
but could tell he was really paying attention now.
What’s worse, Richard
Mahoney was
my
boss, the owner of the high scale restaurant I’d worked at for the
last
month.
Only thirty, only a little older than I was, there’s no way he
should
ooze
such sophistication. He was a fine wine where I was an American
cheese.
Rick
was the kind of man classic novels were written about, the big sexy
fish
no
one could catch. Sure, everyone called him Rick the dick at work, but
the
man
made women’s panties hit the floor, and he loved every second of
it. Being
made
of money, his main redeeming quality, at least for me was he’d
worked hard
to
make Table 21 the hottest place in town and hadn’t stopped working
when he’d
succeeded.
Even though he could be off playing golf on a tropical island
somewhere,
Rick rolled his sleeves up and was in the middle of the action.
While I contemplated if
running
out of the door would be just as embarrassing as speaking, Ms.
Collins motioned
for
me to go on. I’d have to; I’d promised my doctor and my mother
I’d give
this
a try. Assuring myself Rick’s presence alone meant he’d had to
have heard
worse
stories, my curiosity kicked in as I realized he was sitting in this
group
of weirdos with me. Rick had his own demons, secrets no one in town
had
even
whispered about. He was a sex addict.
Finding my strength, I
started
all
over again. “Hi, my name is Loraine, and I am 25.” I shook my
head. Why did
I
say my age? “I am not addicted to sex but to getting off. I seek
out men on a
nightly
basis who are willing to do anything to please me. And they get
nothing
in
return.”
“Meaning?” Ms. Collins
probed.
“Loraine,
we all explain our addictions specifically in
here.”
“I am addicted to being
orally
pleasured
but not having actual intercourse,” I said through my teeth.
I couldn’t miss Rick’s
eyes
popping
out of his head. “Have you had, um, intercourse before?” he asked
in an
odd
voice.
Looking away fast, I said
nothing.
I didn’t want to have to go through this every time I came here. Of
course,
a group of actual sex addicts would think I was the strange one.
Feeling
exposed, I crossed my arms over my chest.
Ms. Collins patted my knee.
“You
don’t
have to answer his question, but we all heard it last week. Rick has
been
with
us a long time. He is a very supportive member and shares
frequently.”
A girl with red hair snorted,
causing
Ms.
Collins to give her a look of death. I spotted her nametag,
Diane.
“No, I haven’t had
intercourse.
I’ve
never been penetrated by a man, by anything,” I answered clearly
and
concisely.
Maybe the questions would stop, but I doubted
it.
“So you’re still a
virgin?”
Rick
uttered slowly, noticeably shocked.
Eyeing Ms. Collins instead of
anyone
else, I blew out a breath of frustration. I so didn’t feel like a
virgin.
“Actually, my hymen is broken.” I knew that didn’t really mean
anything
after
my doctor explained it, but it shut most people up. “I’ve been
given the
option
to go through some physical therapy to try to help,” I managed to
get
out
next. I‘d also flat out refused.
Ms. Collins provided a
reassuring
smile. “If you would like to share first, go ahead.”
Nodding to her, I remembered
I
needed
this, to be understood. My therapist said it was necessary to share
with
people
other than my mother and him. He said what I had wasn’t just a
problem
but
an addiction. That I needed rehab but this would have to do. Here I
promised
not to behave badly, but came to confess my sins weekly when I did
anyway.
Maybe these confessions would help me make sense of myself.
“Last night, I went out to
a
club
with a girlfriend,” I said keeping things as vague thus anonymous
as
possible.
Crystal perked up.
“Lesbian?”
“No, a female friend. I met
this
guy, a college student. I have been out of college a few years now.
Anyway,
he was an easy target.”
“Meaning?” Diane, the red
head
interrupted
to huffs from other members. “Trust me this is the good part,”
she
told
Rick, touching his leg.
“Meaning, he was harmless.
He
was
hot enough, they all are, but he was naïve. I could tell he would be
thrilled
someone like me chose him over his more popular friends. He'd be
thrown
off guard that I wanted to go somewhere more private instead of
getting
to
know each other. We went back to his dorm, not to his room, but to
the
showers.
He got down on his knees, pulled my jeans down and ate me out. I was
in
control, standing, leaning against the wall with my hands in his hair
like I
was
a guy getting my dick sucked.” Just remembering it caused my
nipples to
harden
as I tried not to squirm in my plastic
seat.
“What happened next?” Ms.
Collins
directed.
“I got off and made my
excuses
to
leave soon after.” I shrugged then laughed, “He was pretty,
pissed. I don’t
think
he’ll call.” I didn’t give him my
number.
“So you are a cock tease,”
Rick
blurted out.
“Now Rick, Loraine has
tried
to
go all the way but found she can’t. It may be a phobia,” Ms.
Collins studied
me
with her pencil to her chin. “You have no experiences with abuse,
right?”
“None,” I answered
honestly.
It
was usually the first and last question ever asked. After I denied
abuse of
any
kind, no one took my problem seriously.
“Yeah, right. Just a cock
tease,”
Rick mumbled to old man Charlie.
Richard Maloney, striking
black
hair and light blue eyes with a statuesque body or not, was really
starting
to piss me off. “I am not a tease!” I almost shrieked. “How
many times
have
you gotten your dick sucked and didn’t return the favor, not even
had sex
afterwards?”
I challenged. Guys did that sort of thing all the time, at least
in
the movies. I’d never been able to date one very long.
Rick shrugged. I was
right.
Crystal spoke up, “Rick
won’t
eat
pussy. He’s not scared of it; he’s just too good for it. I for
one have
never
slept a man who wouldn’t go down.”
Old man Charlie babbled, “I’d
ram
my rod up that tight pussy, fix Loraine right
quick.”
“Mmm hmm,” Rick
agreed.
“Gentleman! That is
enough.”
Ms.
Collins scolded all of us and defended me gloriously to my
embarrassment. Then
we
discussed as a group how my behavior was dangerous, no matter how
careful I
thought
I was. Plotting daily to find sexual enjoyment had taken over my
life.
The
others related their problems to my own. We all vowed to change, but
that
was
easier said than done. We weren’t stupid; we were addicted.
After class, I spoke to Ms.
Collins
alone to tell her Rick was my boss. Reminding me he signed the same
agreement
I
did, she added, “We all have secrets here. There has never been an
issue with
anyone
in the group breaking our pact.” That explained why I hadn’t
heard of
Rick
coming here. I wanted to be comforted by her assurances, but I didn’t
need
any
more trouble in my life. Never having told my secret before in this
group,
I
left the community center more troubled than
ever.
Author Bio
Bestselling paranormal romance
and erotic romance author, Morgan Jane Mitchell spent years blogging
politics and health trends before she rediscovered her love of
writing fiction. Trading politicians for bloodsuckers of another
kind, she's now the author of bestselling post-apocalyptic fantasy
novel, Sanguis City. Her action packed series of vampires, witches,
demons and zombies is paranormal romance, dystopia, urban fantasy and
erotica in one bite. When Morgan Jane is not creating the city of
blood or conjuring up other supernatural tales, she's dreaming up
erotic and dark romances. Morgan Jane lives in the beautiful
bluegrass area of central Kentucky with her husband, 3 sons, 3 cats
and a greyhound shepherd mix dog named Miss Penni
Lane.
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