Wanton Knights An Erotic Menage Shapeshifter Novella

By Tawny Taylor

Kaitlin Doyle has devoured many a steamy romance novel -- bondage stories, ménage stories, stories about vampires and warriors and werewolves. But her all-time favorite is Her Dark Knights. The heroes, Cayne and Ronan, are fallen angels. Who would have ever thought that she'd find angels so freaking sexy? Or that she'd fantasize about being possessed by two darkly seductive Masters? But still, that is just fantasy. Her naughty little secret. It could never happen in real life.

Then again, maybe it could...

One minute she's sleeping in her bed, the next she's dragged into the world of her favorite author's imagination. And those sinfully gorgeous fallen angels are about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. She'd never dreamed it was possible, that she could surrender to her secret desires.

Length: Novella (23,000 words)

WARNING
Contains: capture fantasy/kidnapping, m/m/f menage a trois, group sex, BDSM elements and two sexy bi fallen angels doing deviously wicked things.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Novel Mind Books
• Release date: Oct 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465734815

Tawny Taylor

Nothing exciting happens in Tawny Taylor's life, unless you count giving the cat a flea dip--a cat can make some fascinating sounds when immersed chin-deep in insecticide--or chasing after a houseful of upchucking kids during flu season. She doesn't travel the world or employ a staff of personal servants. She's not even built like a runway model. She's just your run-of-the-mill Detroit suburban mom and wife. That's why she writes, for the sheer joy of it. She doesn't need to escape, mind you. Despite being run-of-the-mill, her life is wonderful. She just likes to add some...zip. Her heroines might resemble herself, or her next door neighbor (sorry Sue), but they are sure to be memorable (she hopes!). And her heroes--inspired by movie stars, her favorite television actors or her husband--are fully capable of delivering one hot happily-ever-after after another. Combined, the characters and plots she weaves bring countless hours of enjoyment to Tawny...and she hopes to readers too! In the end, that's all the matters to Tawny, bringing a little bit of zip to someone else's life.

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Passion Unbound 3: Wanton Nights

Tawny Taylor

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Copyright ©2011 Tawny Taylor

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Kaitlin Doyle has devoured many a steamy romance novel -- bondage stories, ménage stories, stories about vampires and warriors and werewolves. But her all-time favorite is Her Dark Knights. The heroes, Cayne and Ronan, are fallen angels. Demons! Who would have ever thought that she’d find evil beings so freaking sexy? Or that she’d fantasize about being possessed by two darkly seductive Masters? But still, that is just fantasy. Her naughty little secret. It could never happen in real life.

Then again, maybe it could…

One minute she’s sleeping in her bed, the next she’s dragged into the world of her favorite author’s imagination. And those sinfully gorgeous fallen angels are about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. She’d never dreamed it was possible, that she could surrender to her secret desires.

Chapter 1

This wasn’t a dream. It was real. Terrifyingly real. Wickedly real.

Two domineering men were standing before her, nude, hard, ready. The lust in their eyes scorched her skin.

She quivered.

Ronan lunged toward her, snatching her wrists in his huge fists. He coaxed her away from the door then turned to crush her between his powerful body and Cayne’s.

Two men. Two powerful, seductive men wanted her. Couldn’t get enough of her. She shuddered as lips skimmed over her cheek, teeth scraped her neck, hands branded her breasts and stomach.

She’d never thought she’d ever have the guts to be dominated by two powerful men, like in her favorite book. They were about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. Fantasies she’d never realized she had. She hadn’t thought it was possible. But ohhhh, the wicked pleasure…

Oh. My. God. What brilliant stories these authors came up with. How the heck did they do that? This author outshined them all.

Kaitlin Doyle had read many a steamy romance novel, but Her Dark Knights blew the others away for so many reasons. She’d read romance stories, bondage stories, ménage stories, stories about vampires and warriors and werewolves. But Lucifer’s fallen angels? Who would have ever thought that she’d find evil beings so freaking sexy?

In the movies, Lucifer’s angels, aka demons, were always hideous creatures with huge, protruding horns and thick, wrinkled skin like an elephant. To make them beautiful...that was a stroke of pure genius.

Kaitlin squinted at the glaring red numbers on her alarm clock. It couldn’t be two o’clock in the morning already. Thank God it was the weekend. She could sleep in as late as she wanted tomorrow. She leafed through the remaining pages. Only a few chapters. She didn’t want to stop reading now, couldn’t stop. The heroine was about to do The Deed with her two yummy heroes for the first time.

But first, a snack and something to drink.

She padded barefoot through her apartment to the kitchen. The only sounds interrupting the constant, heavy silence were a hollow drip of her bathroom faucet and the low rumble of the furnace. She passed through a blade of silvery moonlight knifing across the darkness engulfing her living room and shuffled into the kitchen, snapping on the murky yellow light from her range hood.

She eyed a bag of chips then checked the refrigerator, considering a few other options. Fruit. Some wilted leftover salad from lunch. A bowl of cereal. In the end, she went for an apple -- healthy -- with some yummy caramel dip -- not so healthy. Gathering a small knife and a paper plate, she headed back to her room and flopped on the bed, propping the book up as she sliced the apple.

Hot. Tight. Desperate with desire, she whimpered as her Master cupped the back of her head, tilting it so he could kiss her. His lips slanted over hers, hard and demanding. His tongue speared into her mouth, a possession, not a shy exploration.

Everything felt different with these men. The way they touched her, kissed her, made her feel inside…

Completely drawn into the story, Kaitlin ignored the sting on her thumb where she’d nicked herself with the knife and turned the page.

She didn’t just want to have sex with these men, she wanted to be overtaken by them, to surrender her body to them, and experience what she’d only read about…

She dunked the apple slice into the sticky dip and popped it into her mouth. I think I’d want to surrender too, if I was being kissed like that by two scrumptious men. She swallowed and sighed. Some people get all the luck. I’d be happy with just one semi-scrumptious man. Where is my yummy real-life hero? Is he out there somewhere? Waiting for me? She sighed again, sliced another piece off the apple, and flipped another page. A single droplet of blood fell on the bottom margin. She wiped it away with her napkin then wrapped the paper around the wounded digit to stem the bleeding. Come on, Mr. Fantasy. Find me already, would you?

The story carried her deeper into the characters’ erotic fantasy world, of submission and domination, healing and discovery. It was the kind of story she’d never forget, the kind that haunted her dreams.

That night, of course, she dreamed of two wickedly sensual heroes. Who happened to look just like the guys in her book. And they did all those naughty things to her.

Several hours later, still semi-asleep, straddling the line between wakefulness and her dreams, Kaitlin felt her fiancé climb into bed with her, run his hand down her back, over the swell of her derriere. Feeling warm and soft and feminine, she smiled and arched her back, teasing, Not now, I’m sleepinggg…

Ohmygod!

She wasn’t engaged anymore, hadn’t been for over a year.

Completely disoriented, she flipped onto her back. The shadow hovering over her was way too big to belong to Jim.

What the --

A huge hand clapped over her mouth, cutting off the rest of the expletive. Blinking to clear her sleep-bleary eyes, and filled with terror, she thrashed and kicked and swung her fists, striking the enormous person standing over her anywhere she could, as hard as she could.

No more than a few seconds later, she was hauled backward against a second huge, hard body. Hot breath warmed the crook of her neck as crazy jolts of energy zipped through her body. Who? Why? What was going on?

She remembered the book.

Could this be another dream? It felt so freaking real!

Hot, hard male body.

The very real sensation of being held.

And oh my, what was that hard thing pressed against her bottom? It was too big to be… couldn’t be…

She sucked in a ragged gasp and went into full fight mode again. Because there was a steel band -- which looked like a man’s arm but sure didn’t feel like one -- wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides, she had to use her feet to fight. She threw in the occasional backward head butt. Sadly, all she accomplished was to make herself dizzy and nauseous.

She’s strong for her size, her captor said as he clapped a hand over her mouth and carried her kicking across her room.

Who was he talking to? Was there another man in the room with them?