Art studio vandalized and her mother in a fresh grave, Meg Winters heads off on vacation with her two best friends. She hopes for peace from her grief and the return of her muse. She doesn’t expect to run into the two men she idolizes, Trevor and Jack, the secretive wonders of the art world whose work she’s long admired. She certainly doesn’t expect them to be sex-on-legs gorgeous and determined to fulfill her number one sexual fantasy. They not only awaken her slumbering body, but also her creativity and the life she used to wield with her brushes.
However, Meg carries a secret of her own which holds her back from surrendering herself fully to their desires. Will Trevor and Jack be able to overcome her reservations, or will the truth of her past ruin their chance for love?
Meg’s gaze dropped to Jack’s full lips. “Maybe just one kiss,” she heard herself say.
He captured her lips without hesitation, sending a rush of heat and goosebumps skittering across her skin. His soft lips swept across hers as his hand slipped up her back and grabbed hold of her hair, angling her head toward him.
The brush of his tongue along her lips sent a spasm through her pussy, and a moan rose to her throat.
Trevor leaned into her, his open-mouth kisses dampening her neck as Jack continued his languid assault on her mouth. Tasting. Licking.
One man’s hand in her hair, the other’s on her waist, one on each thigh, rubbing, slowing inching upward.
Meg tore her lips from Jacks, heaving for breath, eyelids clenched shut.
One kiss, she’d said. She hadn’t expected a long, drawn-out kiss that would make her body quake with need.
“Come over to our cabin with us,” Trevor said, his low voice rumbling in her ear, his thumb drawing circles mid-thigh on her bare skin. “Check off your number one bucket list item.”
Jack nibbled along her jaw to her other ear. A shiver slid down to her toes as he squeezed her other thigh. “I…I c-can’t.”
“Does the thought of Trevor and I together turn you off?” Jack asked, nibbling her earlobe.
A huff of laughter flew past Meg’s lips as the two men continued their assault on her senses. “I saw you kissing on your back patio the other night.” The words escaped her parted lips, unintended.
Trevor nipped her skin in the hollow beneath her ear. “How did that make you feel?”
“Aroused,” she whispered, eyes still shut tight. They pulled answers from her easier than…
“I was thinking about you while fucking Jack.”
A rush of moisture soaked her panties at Trevor’s low, rumbled confession against the hollow beneath her ear. “I-I heard you.”
“Did you touch yourself?” Jack asked against the corner of her mouth, his sweet breath fanning her lips.
Meg swallowed. “Yes.”
“Did you come?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Both men groaned.
“Come to our cabin with us,” Jack said. “Please.”
Meg thought she’d known what temptation was, but the war raging between her body and mind put a whole new meaning to the word.
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Thank you for visiting my blog with your evocative, erotic, fairy tale, romance novel, Jacki and the Giant.
What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message?
I think it contains a very important message without getting preachy. That message is to stop judging people by the way they look. Stop name calling and bullying, we are all special in our own unique ways. We need to take more time to get to know each other, I think we will find out we have more in common then we could ever imagine. We all want the same thing, to be loved for who we are. Jacki looks past the Giants reputation, his size, and his scar and sees the good person, but lonely person he really is.
Where did you find your inspiration for the story? Was it a person, a current event, something you witnessed, or something else?
Well, it’s kind of an odd story. After the success of Rapunzel’s Romp, I was looking to write another erotic fairy tale, but was looking for one that maybe hadn’t been done before. At the time I was working at a physical therapy clinic and one of our patients had gifted us a plant as a thank you. One day I happen to notice that it was really growing like crazy, climbing up the window in the clinic really very quickly. I told one of the therapists’ it was like a magic beanstalk. As soon as it was out of my mouth the story clicked in my head and I knew I had found my new story.
Did you face any obstacles or challenges while writing the story and if so, what were they?
Well anytime you are writing a story set back in time it requires a little research. Jacki and the Giant takes place in the 1400’s in a village. The Giant lives in a cottage on top of a mountain, so not really challenges or obstacles, just some Goggling about how they may have lived, dressed, traveled, and ate back in that time.
What have you learned from the main characters in your story?
I hope I’ve learned not to judge by the outside, but by the goodness we all have inside us. My characters are good people, who were misjudged by everyone, except each other, and all because of how they looked.
How much emphasis do you put on supporting characters to move the plot of your stories along? Have any of your supporting characters ever gotten their own story?
Just in a couple of series that I have written. There is an important character in Jacki and the Giant, one who plays a very important role in helping the two of them meet.
Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?
Most of my books are contemporary stories, as well as a couple of stories that are considered “sweet” with no sex involved. I’m currently writing my first YA and I’m looking forward to seeing how it turns out. I like to write whatever comes to me and I don’t want to be boxed into a single genre. That would not be fun for me and I think I would get bored with writing if I were to stay in only one lane.
What or who influences your writing?
Anything and everything is fair game. My friends and family know what I write and have learned to be careful about what they say around me. A movie, an overgrown plant, a name I heard out in public can all turn that light bulb on in my head. Once I got one sentence stuck on repeat in my head and wrote an entire book about that one sentence.
What do you do in your down time to feed your soul?
I read and I wish I could say I read a lot, but unfortunately I usually only manage one or two books a month. When I’m not working the evil day job, reading, or writing I tend to watch a lot of Netflix and TV. I am obsessed with the Food Network Channel and love to cook and share with friends and family. My sons are grown and have their own homes, but we try and get together and have movie and dinner night from time to time and it’s my favorite time of all, just hanging out with them and listening to them talk about their day.
What’s next on your literary horizon?
Tackling that YA novel I mentioned earlier, I hope I don’t lose interest and will be able to complete it. Like all authors I have tons of stories I have started and never finished.
What is important in your life and why?
Family, family, and more family, with a dash of friends, who are like family. I lost my husband ten years ago after thirty years of marriage. I know how important family is and not just with my sons and their significant others. I love my younger brother and sister and their children and try to stay close with them even though we all live in different states.
Blurb:
What if the Giant was just lonely?
Jacki’s already hard life just went from bad to worse when a misunderstanding brands her a witch and a mob intent on burning her alive sends her running for her life.
An odd little man gifts her with a handful of dried beans and tells her to use them in a dire situation. What could be direr? With the mob on her heels and her back against a mountain, Jacki drops the beans to the frozen ground and watches a beanstalk grow to the sky. With no other choice, she climbs.
Ben has been known as the fierce Giant of the Mountain all his life. He lives alone in isolation on top of the mountain, yearning for love and a family of his own. His frightening size and slashing facial scar have given him a reputation that has ostracized him from the villagers below.
Can the tall woman with the fiery red hair that shows up in a snowstorm be sent just for him?
Excerpt:
“I told you, Jacinda, you’re not going anywhere, not today, anyway.”
Jacki watched him walk to the fireplace, crouch, and stoke the fire before adding a couple of logs. He looked up at her, his face calmly impassive. “I’m going out to tend to the animals and I’ll come back and make us some breakfast. I suggest you stay put.”
Jacki leaned against the door. She was a virtual prisoner here. It would be nothing short of suicide for her to even try to leave. But she couldn’t stay here, could she? Here, alone with the likes of him? Her reputation would be in ruins. That was if she even managed to survive long enough to have a reputation. What if he was dangerous? He certainly looked capable of danger. He was too manly, too ruggedly handsome for his own good.
He cut his eyes to her and a dark eyebrow quirked up. It was almost like he could read her thoughts. Her heart sped up and her lady parts tingled with awareness. Perhaps he was dangerous in other ways. Her body was certainly telling her he was. She couldn’t go there. He was, after all, the giant. The town folk obviously feared him and probably for just cause. Shouldn’t she also fear him? Oddly enough, she didn’t.
Jacki swallowed and raised her chin. For some reason, it was important to her that he know she understood. “I’m not afraid of you.”
In one fluid motion, he turned and looked at her, stood, and leisurely, deliberately moved toward her. How could someone so big still manage to move so gracefully? Powerfully, yes, but somehow he managed to be smooth and not clumsy. Jacki felt her insides tremble the closer he got. She leaned back against the door and the cold from outside seeped through her clothing. He stopped in front of her. Close enough that she could see the flecks of gold in his bright-blue eyes. Close enough that she could see the edges of the scar and count every stitch that it must have taken to mend his skin back together. Close enough that she could smell his manly scent. It had a surprising effect on her body. Her breaths quickened, her heart beat harder and faster, and her skin grew warm and tingly. What was happening to her?
He reached out his pointer finger and slowly, deliberately, ran it down the side of her face and over to her bottom lip. His gaze dropped to her mouth and Jacki found herself holding her breath in anticipation.
“You should be afraid.”
“Why? Why should I fear you? Just because you’re…” She shrugged her shoulders. “You’re tall? I’m a tall woman. People also look at me with fear in their eyes.”
“No, not because I’m big.” His eyes flicked back up to hers. “Because I want to kiss you, Jacinda, and I may not want to stop.”
Jacki swallowed. “Oh, I see.” She searched his face. “I’ve … I mean … I’ve never been kissed before. Not a proper kiss … from a man.”
“The men in the village must all be simpletons.”
She shook her head. “No, I think they are just short.”
The corners of his lips twitched. He chuckled. It was low and rough. A sound from somewhere deep in his chest and it rolled outward and encompassed her, like a hug. “Well, thankfully I don’t have that problem, now do I?”
Drawn by Dragonblood Blood Born Series 1 By Lynn Burke Publisher: Evernight Publishing Release Date: March 1, 2019 Keywords: MMF, Shifters, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Menage, Contemporary, Romance, HEA
*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.
Elijah Tolzman has accepted he may be the only dragonblood shifter left on earth. Alone for close to ten years, he holds no hope of finding one, let alone the two fated mates needed to keep his kind from extinction.
When he catches the scent of his female deep in the White Mountains, he soars the skies, his heart and mind filled with hope as he goes to claim his destiny. However, he finds her in another man’s arms. His conscience might balk over tearing the lovers apart, but the dragon inside, the darkness he tries to suppress, demands he takes what belongs to him—regardless of the cost.
Jonathan Ebel and Dakota Taylor, long-time lovers who are unaware that the slightest hint of dragonblood simmers within their veins, are drawn to the pale-eyed stranger but are hesitant to acknowledge their inexplicable attraction to Elijah.
Can Jon admit his desire and open himself to submit to another man? Can Dakota accept the inevitable, knowing she may hurt the man she’s loved most of her life? Will Elijah finally get his heart’s wish?
Three dragonbloods are required to create life, but the destined mates must find the courage to make themselves vulnerable to each other, or their legacy, their species, dies with them.
EXCERPT: A lazy trail of smoke snaked into the sky, pulling my focus a couple miles northeast of my veranda I stood upon. The setting sun caressed my left cheek as I blinked, bringing into focus the smoke’s origin. Two people sat beside the small fire, but from the distance, I couldn’t tell their sexes.
The breeze shifted the trees around me, their rustling leaves hiding my cliff-side home from view. I breathed deeply, hoping…
A blast of cooling air hit my face, and my heart stumbled. Her. My blonde goddess.
She wasn’t a dragonblood shifter, but hints of the ancient blood ran in her veins, calling to me.
Mine.
I wanted to shift, shredding my jeans and long-sleeve t-shirt, and roar my savage declaration, but refrained for fear of scaring my precious gem away.
I strode into my house, grabbed a pullover sweatshirt, a small pack, and some water. One of the two hikers was mine, and I would claim her by night’s end.
My strides ate up the land, the rock and moss beneath my feet as I hastened toward my destiny, my mind racing, thoughts filled with the woman I would soon see. The brisk breeze shifted against my back and hinted at the fall to come, but remained warm enough that being outdoors as the sun set wasn’t bothersome. Not that I would have been uncomfortable either way. The dragonblood pumping through my arteries couldn’t be cooled.
Less than an hour later, the wind still at my back, I approached another outcropping perhaps two hundred yards from where I had seen the campfire. I pulled up short as the flickering flames came into view.
Two blond, tousled heads peeked from beneath a double sleeping bag beside the ring-less firepit—two writhing bodies in the throes of passion if their movements and moans my sharp ears made out in the still evening didn’t lie.
I clenched my teeth, hands fisted at my sides, fighting off the need to shift and take what the male had no right to touch.
She’s mine.
Their erotic dance of two souls already connected held me rapt, the scent of their combined arousal lighting a fire within me. The female cried out her release, and the male followed with a groan so sensual, so fulfilled that my heart seized, sending a rush of blood into my shaft, regardless of my jealousy. I palmed my swollen length through my jeans, squeezing away the need to spill my seed inside her.
My mate.
But she loved another.
I fought back my dragon jealousy and gave into the sudden weakness in my legs, sitting on a rock hidden by the growing darkness. Their murmurs reached my ears; however, their words remained indistinct as I fought to accept what I had stumbled upon, what fate had so cruelly dangled in front of me only to snatch away.
The male tossed back the top of their sleeping bag, and the images I’d seen through their combined scent I had tasted on the breeze came into view. Not just her with her blonde hair, large breasts, and lush curves, but his muscular, taller form topped by a mess of similar blond, longer hair, the top portion of which he had pulled back into a short ponytail.
A frown flitted over my brow, but dissipated as my treasure stood, drawing my attention once more. My mouth dried as she tugged on her clothes, hiding her perfect body from me, their joyous laughter reaching across the distance. She smiled at him, the adoration in her hazel-green gaze like a knife to my heart. He caressed her cheek, her hair, his touch gentle on the one I wanted to pamper.
She already belonged to him.
I wanted to race to her, claim my female, but would she want me? Would the bonding energy between mates I had only read about draw her to me, steal her from her male? Mostly human, would she even recognize the connection between us?
The fear of rejection, of being abandoned again sent a knife-like stab through my chest. I had barely survived my love leaving me ten years earlier—nearly burned my home in the mountains to mere ash. How much more pain would being denied my true mate inflict?
Torn, I sat still as the stone beneath me, unmoving and watching as the two lovers prepared a late dinner, their movements in sync as though they had spent centuries together rather than the twenty-something years they appeared to be. I listened to their murmurs, their shared laughter. I studied them as the man banked the fire, and they both crawled back inside their sleeping bag.
I swallowed back my pain and jealousy as they curled together, two warm bodies intertwined, sharing space as only lovers can do.
The long night passed, but I couldn’t bear to leave her. Every cell in my body longed for my mate, and had I been a younger, immature dragon, I would have claimed her without a care for her feelings or her lover’s.
But, how could I inflict on the human male the same pain I had lived with for close to ten years? The heartache, the loneliness of losing the one you love? I hadn’t been given a choice—my love had left without an explanation.
I refused to inflict that on another, but by the time the sun rose, my tortured soul needed something. I needed resolution.
I would give her the chance to choose the mate she should be with or the one she had already attached herself to. It would be her choice—the male’s broken heart her doing, not mine.
My pulse raced and palms grew damp as I drew closer, the delicious aroma of ancient blood in the air flooding my mouth with saliva. I could taste her on my tongue from a hundred yards away. What would it be like once I closed the distance between us? Once I touched her skin? Would the energy crackle the distance between us or pull like a magnet enough to sway my mate into my arms?
Through all my years I never believe in any god, any higher being, but at that moment, I wished for nothing more than to trust in something bigger, something more than mere chance that my mostly-human mate would accept me. Want me.
The closer I drew, the less I cared about the male’s heartache should she choose the one she’d been destined for.
Shouldering a small pack I’d brought along to make it appear I, too, hiked the mountain trail, I moved into sight of the camp, every part of me, my dragon included, determined to have what belonged to me.
The male squatted beside the fire, putting a small pot over the coals.
“Hello,” I called out, not wanting to frighten him.
His blond head jerked up, and as he slowly stood, his blue-eyed gaze meeting mine, the energy I had hoped to share with my female expanded in waves across the short distance and wrapped around me in a connection stronger than I’d ever felt in my life.
I stumbled to a stop as my heart skipped a beat.
My mates. Both of them.
I fought to breathe, to accept what fate had given me. Two of the ancient blood. One male, one female, a bonded pair in need of their third—the necessary trio to create another dragon life.
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
