On May 12, Total-E-Bound celebrates the release of Brit Party, a sizzling anthology of stories celebrating polyamorous encounters. Some tales feature three lovers, some four, some, perhaps, more. The possibilities are mind-boggling!
You can win a free copy of Brit Party! Tell us who’s coming to each author’s party. Here are the contest rules:
Send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject line “Brit Party contest”. In the email, list each author (or story) from the Brit Party Anthology and then say how many characters are involved in the menage, and what gender they belong to (in any order). The list of authors and links is available at Total-e-bound.
On June 15th, we’ll randomly choose two winners from all correct entries. The first prize winner will receive the print version of the book, while the runner up will get the ebook version.Don’t wait! Enter today!
Look no further! Here’s my info:
Dana’s job title is scientist not babysitter. She’s irritated when her boss slates her to accompany department bad boys, Christopher and Jason, to a meeting in London on her weekend off. Since her job transfer to England, she’s hidden her attraction to the much younger men. Unfortunately, the attraction seems to be growing every day and every night she fantasises about them. Three days virtually alone with them will be no fantasy and might instead be an embarrassing disaster.
Jason and Christopher have had their eyes on Dana since she joined their department. Through a little finagling they’ve arranged for her to be part of this trip. They’re sure her project is a spot on compliment to theirs and her presence will be an ideal addition to their bed. Now all they have to do is convince her that the bad boys will make her perfect boy toys. Forever.
Dana Matthews stared out the car window at the passing English countryside and tried to tamp down her resentment over this assignment. Okay, perhaps it wasn’t resentment. It was more frustration than anything else.
Since her research scientist position in the United States had been eliminated, she’d been dancing on a taut wire—taking the same job within a different branch of the company, transferring to a new country, leaving behind her husband. Ex-husband now, she reminded herself. He’d been set to join her until she’d discovered a few months abstinence had been too much for him. He’d screwed their next door neighbour, Miss skeezy pants—Miss I’m-twenty-two-and-you’re-not skeezy pants—and tried to claim it was a mid-life crisis.
“You okay, Dana?”
Dana glanced over at the brown-haired man beside her and nodded. Jason Kerzi and the other passenger of the car, Christopher Brown, were part of her problem. Also research scientists, but working different projects, the two were headed to London to meet with the Powers-That-Be and explain the findings on their latest work…something about frog DNA and a cancer gene. She hadn’t worked on their experiments so other than witnessing excited whispers from the other side of the lab while they ran computer models, she didn’t pretend to know what they’d discovered.
Their work had little bearing on her own experiments. Which made her question her presence on this trip.
There was no doubt in her mind, she’d been sent to chaperone the dynamic duo while they met with the big wigs who were flying over from the Former British Territories AKA the United States. It galled her. Why should she play mother-hen to the boys? Thirty-seven wasn’t old, damn it. Certainly not eighty. Surely the twenty-somethings could keep themselves in line for a few days.
This assignment put her last frayed nerve on edge. Not because the meeting would suck up her weekend. Not even because she had to chaperone. She took a deep breath and inhaled the intoxicating scents of her companions’ colognes.
Her tension stemmed from the fact she found both men unsettlingly attractive. Attractive? That was an understatement. She wanted them both with a lust befitting a nubile co-ed. And she’d done her best to hide it for the last eight months. That didn’t stop her from alternately fantasising about one or the other of them in her bed each night.
She sighed, hoping neither of them caught her mooning over them this weekend. How embarrassing would that be? Hopefully, they’d get to their hotel and she could closet herself in her room until morning. After several hours closed in this car with them, she could use a break from their magnetism.
Maybe she was going through some sort of mid-life crisis. She stifled as snort. She’d always told her husband she’d trade him in for two half his age. At twenty-seven each, Christopher and Jason almost qualified.