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Five Blue Ribbons!!! "CARNAL COMPROMISE surprised me by coupling raw sexual tension with fierce emotional angst. CARNAL COMPROMISE is a novel that will capture all your emotions – making you laugh out loud and cry and everything in between." Chrissy, Romance Junkies

Five Fairies for CARNAL COMPROMISE!!! "The ending to this book came all too soon but with it came an end to one hell of a story. I laughed…I panted…I couldn’t get enough!" Drea, JBP Reviews

"CARNAL COMPROMISE is a vivacious, hot-as-hell romance...sinfully delicious and hauntingly humorous. If you're not careful these three will leave you with third degree burns from flipping the pages." Miranda, Joyfully Reviewed

» Excerpt «

Stepping into the cramped bunkroom she shared with Joe Remke, AJ checked to make sure the blinds were closed tight before stripping out of her sweatshirt, jeans and underwear. The socks stayed on—it was too damn cold in here already.

Then she opened Joe’s cupboard with trembling hands and pulled one of his dirty tee-shirts from the mesh laundry hamper at the bottom. Holding it to her nose, she sucked in a deep breath and just about had an orgasm. Detergent, sweat, soil, grease… It was a real man’s shirt, and wearing it was about as close as she was likely to get to having a real man against her breasts, much less between her legs, anytime soon.

“You’ve got to stop doing this,” she muttered. But she wouldn’t and she knew it, especially now that it was the only shameful thrill left to her.

She pulled the navy tee over her head and, biting her lip, turned to look at herself in the mirror over her dresser. Oh, yeah. Joe was a large, powerful man and his shirt swallowed her. She looked small and almost…delicate in it.

Reaching into her underwear drawer, she pulled her vibrator from its hiding place inside a pair of thick knee socks. She really shouldn’t be doing this in a camper she shared with two men—but then sharing a camper with these two particular men was exactly why she needed to do it. They were big and gorgeous and sexy, and she was apparently hitting her sexual prime with a vengeance.

Talk about rotten timing. Dammit, why hadn’t Brent put her in with Seth and Tim? Those two were just like the steers she used to work on her daddy’s farm, young and stupid enough to hump just about anything, whether it moved or not. She wouldn’t have been the least bit tempted by either of them.

AJ sighed again. Unfortunately, she actually had a pretty good idea of why Brent had stuck her in with them. They thought they hid it pretty well, and the farming community being what it was, she didn’t blame them for trying. They even slept in separate rooms and obviously had even before she arrived on the scene.

But she’d seen the way they looked at each other when no one else was around. Brent Andersen and Joe Remke were gay, and it was all she could do not to cry at the thought of it. Not that either of them would ever have given her a second look even if they were straight, but God, what a loss for womankind. What an absolute freaking waste. She lived for the nights they went out alone, presumably to take care of their needs in complete privacy—it gave her the time and privacy to take care of her own urgent needs.

Swallowing, she stacked her pillows at the head of her bed and lay back, splaying her knees open. The cool air whistling in around the window felt good on her pussy, which was still shamefully overheated and wet. Living with Joe and Brent had certainly changed her in just a few short months. She still didn’t understand why the fear of discovery was such a turn-on for some people, but these days she could relate all too well.

A big gust of wind buffeted the camper and she froze with the dildo hovering in the air between her legs. After listening to make sure that was all it was, she spread her already slick lips with her fingers and slid the pink jelly shaft in deep. Adjusting it so the clit attachment hit her where it was supposed to, she turned it on and let the vibration do its work. Her clit began to tingle and she sighed, pulling Joe’s shirt up under her chin to expose her breasts. There wasn’t much to them, but it felt good to run her fingers over her nipples, to twist and pinch them and pretend it was Joe and Brent sucking on her.

AJ was so hungry for it, that first orgasm rolled over her within seconds. She gasped and stiffened as her insides contracted around the shaft in painful pleasure, forcing it out onto the mattress.

Leaving one hand to play with her breasts, she reached down and replaced the dildo, knowing she had at least three or four more good ones coming. She worked it slowly in and out while visions of Brent and Joe played in her head. The idea of watching them go at it was enough to drive her wild. She could easily see Joe bending Brent over the foot of the big bed in the master bedroom and sliding his heavy cock into Brent’s lean, muscular ass.

Even more titillating was the vision of Joe driving his cock into her, though she’d rather have it someplace besides her ass. She might eat up the double-penetration scenes in Amanda Garrity’s books, and God knew the idea of being sandwiched between two strong men like Brent and Joe set her heartbeat skittering every which way, but she couldn’t see ever being comfortable with anal. It was just too masculine, too harsh and earthy—like having sex in the blinding fluorescent light of a men’s locker room rather than the romantic soft-focus of a candlelit retreat.

Which was why most of her personal fantasies centered on the ménage scenes where the woman took one man in her mouth while another slid into her pussy. Her favorite scenario was being trapped in a dark, isolated cabin with Joe and Brent while a raging snowstorm howled outside. She’d be on her hands and knees between them, safe and warm in front of a crackling fire, with Brent fucking her mouth while Joe held her hips and pounded her pussy into oblivion. Afterward they’d all collapse together in a pile of handmade quilts and sip hot chocolate while they whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Then they’d do it all again.

Okay, so maybe it was a little—or a lot—far-fetched, but a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

Another wind gust rocked the camper and she moaned, imagining it was them returning early. What would Joe do if he walked in here and found her?

Roll his eyes and tell her to get a life, no doubt.

But the fantasy of him rushing to her side, yanking the dildo out, and drawling “Here, baby, let me show you how a real live man fucks” right before he jumped her was just too delicious to resist.

“Ooooh, please!” she moaned.

AJ shoved the dildo in deeper and held it against her cervix, tugging on one nipple while the hard vibration against her clit sent her over the edge into an orgasm that was longer and stronger than the first one.

“Oh God, yes!” she whimpered.

She was just opening her mouth for a noisy moan when a voice at the door rumbled, “I’ll second that.”

* * * * *

The way AJ rolled off the bed screaming, he might as well have yelled, “Incoming!”

She landed on the floor in a half-crouch, her eyes as big as silver dollars, and the dildo immediately thumped onto the carpet between her feet. Her eyes got even wider as she gaped down at the buzzing pink toy, which was shiny-wet with her juices, and her jaw worked but nothing came out of her mouth.

“Take it easy, honey,” Joe said in a soothing tone.

Just like a woman, she did exactly the opposite.

“Get. Out!” she screamed, big blotches of red blooming in her neck and face.

“I’d like my shirt first,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’d—” She blinked at him. “What?”

“My shirt.” He nodded at the tee shirt. “You’re wearing it and I’d like to have it back.”

She continued to blink at him and he almost grinned. Mission accomplished. She was no longer about to stroke out on them.

“But it’s dirty,” she said blankly.

Joe’s cock hardened even further. There were plenty of clean shirts in his drawer, but she’d picked one that reeked of him to masturbate in.

Apparently realizing what she’d just revealed, AJ went red up to her hairline. “God dammit, can’t you just get out of here and leave me alone!”

When they didn’t move, she looked around the room with wild eyes and finally picked up the dildo and threw it at him. He ducked to the side and Brent took it square in the solar plexus.

“Hey—”

“I said get out! Get out, get out, get out!”

Joe took a reluctant step back but apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough to suit her. She barreled into him full-tilt at the same instant Brent yanked at his biceps, and they all landed in a pile outside the door. Joe had about two seconds to enjoy being the meat in a very sexy sandwich before AJ scrambled off him, kneeing him in the groin in the process. Then she slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

“Off!” Brent gasped.

Before Joe could move, the door opened just far enough for his shirt to smack him in the face and then slammed again.

When Brent shoved at his back, Joe rolled to his knees and stood, biting his lips as he offered a hand up.

"Holy hell, you weigh a ton,” Brent grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He turned and trudged through the living room into the tiny kitchen/dining area, no doubt as disappointed as Joe that they weren’t getting laid tonight.

Instead of letting him stop at the table, where their cooling pizza waited, Joe put a firm hand between his shoulder blades and propelled him into the master bedroom, barely managing to get the door closed and flip on the light before a silent huff of laughter forced its way out of his chest. He plopped down on the foot of the bed and buried his face in his dirty tee-shirt, wheezing with the effort to keep his hilarity quiet.

When he finally looked up, blotting his eyes with the dark fabric, Brent was watching him with wry amusement. “That didn’t go quite like I’d planned.”

Joe swallowed another snort. “That poor girl,” he squeezed out between the spasms of mirth still quaking his chest.

Brent rubbed his belly. “I’m just glad she didn’t have a hunting knife under her pillow.”

That sent Joe off the deep end again, and he had to roll over and bury his face in a handful of bedspread to keep from roaring with laughter. The mattress dipped over his head when Brent sat down but Joe was too overcome to comment on finally getting him into bed. Long moments later, he rolled to his back and took a half-dozen deep, shaky breaths, his body completely relaxed. But his mind was still awash with images of AJ and her red face and her short blonde hair standing in a haphazard halo around her head. And her pretty tits peeking out from the bunched-up hem of his dirty tee-shirt. And that dildo sunk in her deliciously wet, blonde cunt.

Taking one last deep breath, he pronounced glibly, “I think I’m in love.”

“You ain’t the only one.”

Joe tilted his head back to look at the man reclining at the head of the bed. He knew damn well Brent wasn’t any more in love with AJ than he was, but it was nice not to be the only one with his nuts in a knot over her for a change.

“We’re not letting her get away, are we?”

Brent’s smile was ruthless when he said, “No way in hell.”