It’s here! My first-ever ménage and sequel to Belonging is now available in print at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. It’s got mystery, action, excitement, two guys making out and a woman joining in, and one of the guys is a vampire. I always try to give my readers their money’s worth.
I realize Kindle and its kin are the wave of the future, but I really, really, really like print. There’s just something immensely satisfying about holding your novel in your hand and seeing your name printed on the cover. It’s so permanent.
In brief: Colleen Brenner is being stalked by vampires. Wallace and Jeremy, the vampire/human couple from Belonging, offer to help her out. Through the twists and turns of the story she falls in love with them both. Who wouldn’t? I liked these guys so much I had to write another book about them. I love this job.
Serena, if you’re here, I haven’t forgotten about Preacher’s story. I’ll get to it eventually, I swear. Right now, though, something from Legacy’s last chapter sparked another idea, and I’m currently fiddling with that. If anything comes of it, you’ll hear about it here.
Legacy is available in print here: amazon.com/Legacy-Sequel-Belonging-Publishing-Menage/dp/1622411390/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_2e ~ and here: ~ barnesandnoble.com/w/the-legacy-jere-cunningham/1001059507?ean=9781622411399&itm=1&usri=pat+cunningham ~
You can also get Belonging in print from Amazon and B&N. If you prefer to live in the 21st century, both are available as e-books from Amazon, B&N, and at ~ bookstrand.com/pat-cunningham ~
“Oh. Oh God.” Jeremy clutched at Wallace’s arms to maintain his balance. He glanced at the clock on the wall and swore afresh. “Gus will be here any minute, and I don’t even have dinner started.”
“Gus will run late like he always does, and you know he’s not staying for dinner. I’ll bet you’ve got time for a shower.” He slapped Jeremy’s naked ass. “Go on, go make yourself pretty. We’ll hold down the fort.”
“You’re monsters. Both of you.”
“Just the way you want us, you bat-loving slut. We’re always happy to oblige. Right, sweetheart?”
Colleen wiped her mouth to buy time. “I’ll make dinner. I was planning to anyway.”
“You heard the lady. Go get yourself cleaned up.” Wallace smacked a wet kiss on Jeremy’s cheek. “Better hurry, before we muss you up again.”
“I hate you both,” Jeremy said, though with a sated smile that proclaimed just the opposite. He paused to brush Colleen’s tousled hair away from her face before he tugged his briefs and slacks back up over his hips. He stumbled from the kitchen without bothering to zip up. At the doorway he paused. “Nobody touches anything until you wash your hands.”
“Yes, Mom,” Wallace said. Jeremy made a face at him and headed for the stairs.
“I should clean up, too.” Colleen started to scramble off the floor. Wallace caught her arms and lifted her easily and set her on her feet. “Thanks,” she said, with a little too much heartiness. “I left groceries by the front door. I hope you guys like Swedish meatballs.”
“I’ll tell you what I like.”
His mouth attacked hers like a predator. Colleen stiffened involuntarily, instinctively. Wallace didn’t seem to care. He took his time, fully exploring her mouth, all the places Jeremy’s dick had been only minutes ago. He withdrew at last with a half growl, half chuckle.
“You and Scarecrow,” he rumbled. “Two great tastes that taste great together.”
Taste. She had the taste of Jeremy’s blood on her tongue now, stolen from Wallace’s mouth. “I saw what you did,” she said. “You made him drink your blood.”
“I can’t make him do anything. You should know that by now. He only took a gulp or two, same as I did. We do it all the time.”
“You’re turning him into a vampire.”
“No way. I’d have to drain him for that to happen. A sip every now and then won’t hurt him, and he knows it.” He leered at her wickedly. “In fact, it gets him horny. Want to go surprise him in the shower?”
“Don’t you ever quit?”
“Never. When you quit, you die. I’ve been fighting dead for way too long.” He pulled her more tightly against him. His lips teased a line down her cheek to her neck. He made no attempt to bite down. His hand crept under her blouse and found her nipple through the thin barrier of her bra. Colleen gasped and pressed into his caress.
“This is why I keep going back to chicks,” he murmured. “Dicks are a blast, but sometimes I just miss tits.”
“You’re so deep.”
“Don’t get all self-righteous with me, sweetheart. You’re not any different.” He scraped his teeth along her throat while his hand continued to torment her breast.
Colleen knew she ought to be terrified. She’d just seen him bite and drink from Jeremy. Right now, though, terror of him was the furthest thing from her mind. She made no effort to escape, even when he released her breast and transferred his hand to her thigh. His palm slid brazenly inward and upward, stopping just short of the spot that ached the most for his touch.
She tightened her legs to trap his hand. Without meaning to, she growled aloud.
Wallace answered in kind. His finger pressed against her panty-shielded slit. “I know you, sweetheart,” he rumbled against the pulse in her throat. “I’ve been in your head. There’s a predator inside you. She likes to play with fire. You’re as close to a bat as a breather can get. No wonder Scarecrow’s so hot for you.”
The reference to vampires doused the fire Wallace was playing with. She pushed at his chest. “I should get dinner started.”
He caught her arms. “Stay.”
“Gus is coming over. We need to get ready.”
“I meant when this is over. Stay with us—him. Will you stay with him?”
Taken aback by his intensity, Colleen stumbled over her answer. “You mean live here? With both of you?”
“Forget about me for a minute. Think about him. You care about him, right?”
Care sounded so inadequate when she considered her feelings. “It hardly matters, does it? He belongs to you. He loves you.”
“That’s because he’s an asshole. A stupid, stubborn, human son of a bitch.” He looked away from her to the corner where he’d tossed Jeremy’s shirt. “He’s going to die.”
Pat Cunningham can be found blogging at TITLE MAGIC and SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS.