Title: Carmel's Choice
Author: Doris O'Connor
Genre: Adult, Ménage Erotice Romance
Release Date: February 24, 2015
It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?
When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.
Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career, and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.
Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together, will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.
Carmel’s choice may well change everything…
Carmel's Choice Excerpt © Doris O'Connor 2015
“When did you stop trusting me to make the
right decision for us?” Carmel blinked in shock, and he knew his words hit home
when she opened her mouth and nothing came out bar a strangled squeak. Damn it,
he wanted to pull her on his lap and kiss the worry off her face, but they
needed to sort this once and for all. It was the very basis of their
relationship after all, and Carmel needed to know how much her reaction had
hurt that dynamic.
don’t…I mean I do…That’s not fair.”
dropped her gaze when she mumbled those words, and he dropped his voice on purpose.
running out like that without giving me a chance to explain was fair, was it?
Turning off your phone and refusing to speak to me was fair? Putting us through
hell for something that I did with our best interests at heart was fair?
Bearing in mind you had a choice to go through with it and you chose Nash, yet
you didn’t extend me the courtesy of explaining my reasons. I thought you knew
me better than that.”
myriad of emotions crossed Carmel’s expressive face. Shock, anger, denial,
sadness. It was the latter that tore at his heart. His dove had been sad for a
very long time, yet she’d never showed it this openly, and Gideon bit back a
longer she sat without saying anything, the more wretched he felt inside, and
he almost didn’t hear her whispered reply over the blood roaring in his ears as
his world seemed to crumple around him.
sorry, Sir.” She raised a tentative hand and touched his arm briefly before she
slid off the bench and knelt in front of him. Her hair fell across her face,
hiding her expression, and again he had to strain to hear her next words. “I
didn’t see it that way. I was just so confused, and…Please forgive me, Sir. I
would never do anything to hurt us.”
reached down, wrapped his hands in Carmel’s hair, and tugged her head up until
she had no choice but to look at him, and his agitation fled at the love that
shone out of her sea-green eyes. It soothed the hurt in his soul, and his chest
tightened with the sheer force of his relief.
know that, dove, and neither would I. What I did, I did for us, though I
realize I could have handled it better.”
crossed her expressive features, and there was the brief flare of anger in her
eyes before her submissive side won over, and she closed her eyes and pulled a
deep breath into her lungs.
you for that, Sir, but I still don’t understand why you did this. We were fine
the way we were. Now…now everything has changed. I don’t know what you want
from me anymore.” There was a suspicious wobble to those hesitant words, and
Gideon tightened his hold on her hair until her breathing sped up and she
whimpered. Her fingers curled into his legs, not that he could feel them.
Not for the first time Gideon mentally cursed
his useless appendages—all of them, for that matter. At least if his fucking
dick worked, then…Gideon cursed and released his hold on Carmel. She swayed
slightly but maintained her position on the floor, and he saw rather than felt
her wrapping her arms around his legs and resting her head on his lap.
used to be their favorite greeting when he came home. Her on her knees,
nuzzling into his groin. Invariably his cock would leap into action, and she’d
suck him off, or they would have hot, no-holds-barred sex where they couldn’t
keep their hands off each other.
pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take deep breaths in and
Gideon, please talk to me. I need to understand what’s going on, why you did
this now, please?”
opened his eyes to find her looking up at him, and he wordlessly patted his
lap. The speed with which she scrambled on top of him made his heart feel
lighter, and he pulled her into a hug that he never wanted to end. She ran her
hands up and down his arms and round his back, dropping kisses along his skin,
until he grasped the base of her neck and took charge. Their lips smashed
together in a desperate need to reconnect, and he could taste the salt of her
tears on his tongue. Putting all of his pent-up emotion and frustration into
the kiss, he deepened it, only releasing her lips briefly to pull in much
needed oxygen into his lungs before he fucked her mouth with his tongue, like
he wished he could do it for real.
squirmed and wriggled in his arms, and he drank in her needy little whimpers.
The urge to run his hand under her skirt and see how wet she was for him was
almost too much to resist, but they were in her friend’s garden. The last thing
he wanted to do was piss Nicole off even more than she was already, so he
forced himself to break the kiss. Carmel shook her head in denial, and tried to
move in closer to prolong the contact, but he pulled her head back by her hair.
A shudder went through her, and when she
opened her eyes, her passion-filled gaze stole his breath. With her rosy skin
flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her nipples hard little points
that begged for his attention, his mouth watered and his skin itched with the
need to take her, to be able to make her his in the most basic, primal way
known to man, yet he couldn’t fucking do it.
shook his head and groaned, and Carmel straightened and, taking his head
between her trembling hands, rested her forehead against his.
okay. It doesn’t matter. I love you.”
it does fucking matter. You keep saying it doesn’t, but it does, Carmel, or you
would never let Nash near you.”
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris…at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler, and lives happily in a far-too-small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do, after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet, and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.