I'm Cheryl Dragon and I write erotic romance...lots of menage, m/f, and some m/m.
I'll post my first kiss later on the goddess fish but I'll keep the hot hot stuff here. But it's all hot!
Joining the Party is a good subject line since we're here to celebrate Valentine's Day and it also happens to be the title of my most recent release so I'll start there...
The most fun about writing erotic romance for me is when I want to keep coming back to a place and the feel I get from that setting and group of characters. I want to create a world and characters readers like and want to visit again and again. I started Joining the Party as a stand alone but once I got into it, I knew I had to come back. And the Lucky Springs series was born. Book one, Joining the Party, released Feb 9th.
Lucky Springs is a small town somewhere in central Louisiana. It’s the friendly sort of little place where no one is a stranger and people have lived there for generations. Everyone is in everyone’s business and there isn’t much to do on a . Cassie grew up here and thought she needed to get away for spice and excitement. It’s still her home but she travels for her job as a photojournalist. But this time she might find a reason to stay. She’s flirted and chatted with the sexy men next door but they’re going to prove to her that Lucky springs is where she needs to stay forever. Nothing is more exciting than feeling safe, sexy, and completely free to be yourself and have everything you want... including 4 valentines.
So here’s a little taste of Joining the Party. Menage + erotic romance with m/m
In a small town, secrets are hard to keep. But when photojournalist, Cassie Hawks, comes home to Lucky Springs, no one says a word about what her neighbors have been up to while she’s been away. Noises next door draw her to peep on a sex party that enthralls her. The passion, the openness and the multicultural mix inspire and arouse her—the home owners most of all. The sexy Meriwether men tempt her into a private party, and she’s hooked. They willingly help her with her photography and keep her coming back for more. But can she stay put and get on board with their big sex parties?
It was a cool evening, and Cassie threw open the windows of her small house. She’d only been back for two weeks, but Lucky Springs, Louisiana was home. While she enjoyed New Orleans for vacations, her work had taken her there far too many times in recent years.
First Katrina then the oil spill. Both brought photojournalists from all over. She needed a break from the outside world. Lucky Springs was small and filled with friends and family.
Her neighbors on one side were new. In her town, “new” meant in the last five years. Old Roscoe Meriwether had passed away, and his sons, Dominic, Hamilton and Montgomery had moved in. Some thought they would only settle the estate, but they’d opened a business and stayed. There was a fourth man, Alex, she knew from elementary school. Cassie had met all of those attractive men over the years, but one left an intense impression.
Mrs. Jenkins, the neighbor on her other side, informed Cassie that those Meriwether boys had kept Cassie’s yard spotless. Cassie owed them a thank you and a homemade pie. Tomorrow, she’d venture over and be neighborly. No doubt, she should’ve done it sooner.
Her elderly Cajun neighbor could be counted on to have all the gossip and updates including details about the three sexy black men she called “those Meriwether boys”. Cassie was curious, but in a small town she needed the update.
It’d been a long time since Cassie had enjoyed anything like a personal life. Traveling around made it hard to enjoy more than a fling here and there. She was determined to take a break and reconnect with friends and family. There were men here, most of whom she’d known all her life and most of whom didn’t go for career girls who traveled around the world. The small town had a big factory on one end and lots of farms on the other.
Looking out the window, she could see the lights from the Meriwether place in the dark night. They had a big lot while her home used to be a guesthouse on Mrs. Jenkins’ property. Mrs. Jenkins had kept most of the land, and Cassie had a cozy place with low upkeep.
The wind whispered along the houses, and odd moans traveled along from the Meriwether place. Moans and shouts. What were those men up to? Three were related, but Alex was involved with Monty. Hot but gay, that still left two sexy straight men around—all were good to look at.
Curiosity and lack of sex got the better of her. Cassie put on a robe and shoved her feet into old hiking boots by the door before she slipped out into the night. The walk was longer than she’d remembered, but the men had planted lovely additions to the backyard.
The big, screened-in porch was void of people, but a couple of windows were open, letting out the sounds of sex. Quietly, Cassie slipped into the screened area and crouched by an open window. Peering in, she quickly ducked down.
Blinking deliberately, she looked in again. There had to be twenty people, maybe more if the group extended to the front of the house. She’d seen a lot of things in her work. Blood, death, nudity and tears didn’t shock her when viewed through a camera lens. But up close and in her home town, right next door—this shocked her. It could only be called a sex party. An orgy on her own street?
She spotted Alex, the sexy Latino she’d gone to school with. He was tangled with his boyfriend. Monty sported dreads. Like all of them, he was muscled and hot. Cassie was happy for Alex. Mrs. Jenkins had told Cassie people talked about the interracial gay couple. Watching Alex suck his boyfriend’s dark black cock sent shivers through her. The cool night was suddenly humid.
When a girl joined the two men, Cassie held her breath. To her surprise, they welcomed the female addition. Without knowing the rules, Cassie had no idea what she’d see, but she couldn’t look away from the room full of sexual free spirits.
Glancing around for other familiar faces, she spotted a junior high friend, Kitty, who was riding her husband. Cassie knew Neil, the husband, too. They’d all gone to school together.
Maybe they just liked to watch and be watched? The same person, same sex life must get boring after being married so long. Cassie certainly felt the tingling all over while watching the group. This party could keep a marriage spicy. Then another friend from junior high, Violet Ann, joined the couple and sat on Neil’s face. Cassie covered her eyes.
She felt like a peeping Tom, but there was someone she needed to see. The other two brothers were extremely attractive, too. Ham was the rebel, dark skinned with lots of muscle and a firefighter. The lighter skinned brother was Dominic. He was the oldest, bald, tall, with a nice smile and a quiet sense of strength that drew Cassie in. Mrs. Jenkins might be in her seventies, but she had an eye for men of any age. To her credit, she tried to find a good man for Cassie every time she came back. Dominic was first on Mrs. Jenkins’s list.
Cassie’s pussy tightened as she took in his naked body. He was gorgeous!
“Dominic,” someone said from inside.
She slumped down but watched Dom walk over to his other brother. Ham was as muscled and impressive in the buff. Currently, Ham had a sexy white girl Cassie had hated in high school bent over the arm of the sofa, fucking her. Her ass glowed hot pink, but her smile was clear.
When Dom approached, the woman reached for his hard cock, so thick and long, Cassie envied her. Cassie’s insides contracted as she imagined herself in the middle of those brothers. Just then her photographer’s eye took over, and she was hypnotized by the bigger picture.
It wasn’t just the sex, the men were hot but the diversity and contrasts kept her eyes jumping and exploring on different levels. Most, but not all, of the groups were interracial in some way. She’d fit right in between Ham and Dom.
Cassie had to control her hormones. The view made her wet. Black women with white men and the reverse. Latinos, blacks, Cajuns, Creoles and whites—visually it was stunning. The tone-on-tone of skin, along with the passion, popped and sizzled.
Part of her wished she’d brought her camera, but she couldn’t photograph this. She was trespassing and snooping, not an invited guest. The moans of sexual release wafted out to her, and Cassie didn’t know if she wanted to join in, document it or run.
“We should close those back windows and turn on the air,” Alex said.
For a longer excerpt: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/396.html
I'm spending today working on more in Lucky Springs so I'll be on and off, checking back. Questions are welcome!
Happy Valentine's Day!