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  ‘I know.’

  ‘Then what’s wrong?’

  Carol looked at Niall, rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, and clenched her fingers in her lap.

  Lin took a step back. She dropped to a crouch and, even with her knees spread, the huge dressing gown covered every inch of her body from the neck down. ‘I’m nervous too. But I like you. Both of you. You’re very sexy. Niall is funny and kind. Back home, so few people look like you. Everyone is like me, small and pale.’

  Turning back to Lin, Carol saw the earnest intensity in her eyes. ‘I’m sexy?’ she murmured.

  ‘Extremely.’

  ‘I’ll second that, love.’

  ‘Beautiful skin. Big eyes. I like that.’

  Carol squirmed on the sofa, shuffling her fingers. ‘Thanks, I guess.’

  Niall chuckled. ‘Hell, she seems more interested in you than me.’

  Lin winked. ‘Oh, I like you too. But I want to start with Carol. If that’s okay?’

  ‘Suits me, love.’ With a wide grin, Niall spread his hands.

  ‘I’m asking Carol.’

  That made her look up. She stared at Lin, trying to read those dark eyes. They gave nothing away and she wondered just how much of her thoughts lived in her own expression. ‘I don’t know where to start,’ she said. ‘I don’t normally do girls.’

  Lin raised an eyebrow.

  ‘I prefer guys. I messed about with a couple of girls when I was sixteen. But since then, just guys.’

  ‘Then why all this?’

  She shrugged. ‘Niall and I have been together for nearly ten years.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘She means I’m boring.’

  ‘I don’t!’ Carol gripped a fistful of her jeans. She stared straight ahead. ‘What I mean is, I— no— we wanted something different. A change. Is that so bad?’

  ‘Of course not. But a threesome is a big step.’

  ‘I know.’

  ‘Especially with a woman. So why not a man?’

  ‘Because, no.’ Niall broke in. ‘Just . . . no.’

  Lin chuckled. ‘Fine. But this is okay?’

  ‘Two women crawling all over my body? Hell yes!’

  ‘Good.’ Standing, Lin took a small step back and unfastened the cord on the dressing gown. She did it slowly with covert glances through her eyelashes.

  Carol stiffened. Even she knew the teasing nature of the show was for her benefit. She put her hands in her lap and lifted her gaze high enough to see the robe open.

  ‘Wow.’ Niall gave a small groan.

  ‘You like?’ Lin whispered.

  Tiny knickers, barely more than a strip of red lace and a matching bra with diamante detail.

  A lump filled the back of Carol’s throat. She swallowed it with effort. ‘You’re . . .’ One hand made a small circle in the air as if to find the answer that way.

  ‘Hot?’ Niall offered. ‘Freaking sexy?’ He bit his lip and slouched deeper into the sofa’s embrace, knees spread. His hands lay on his thighs, fingers twitching towards his groin.

  Carol closed her eyes. When she opened them again Lin was still there; her beautiful semi-nakedness artfully framed by the blue dressing gown. She stood and wiped her hands on her jeans to clear her sweaty palms.

  This close, Carol could look right down on to the top of Lin’s head. ‘God, you’re tiny.’

  ‘I’m five-one.’

  ‘Can you tiptoe or something?’

  Lin tilted her head, asking the question with her eyes.

  ‘Kiss me. If I can handle it, we’ll go further.’

  Lin rose to her toes. Bending to meet her, Carol closed her eyes and touched her lips against those of the smaller woman. ‘Did you clean your teeth too?’

  ‘It’s only polite.’

  Carol brushed her mouth over Lin’s one more time. She felt the wet flick of the other woman’s tongue and parted her lips just enough to catch a stronger rush of mint and the aftertaste of lager which toothpaste couldn’t combat.

  Cupping Lin’s cheek, Carol held her in place and let her own tongue explore the warm depths.

  When the kiss broke, Carol’s mouth tingled. Her breath rushed between her lips with a low whistle.

  She heard Niall shift on the sofa.

  ‘That’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen all night,’ he whispered.

  Raven ShadowHawk is one face of the author who writes fantasy and horror under a second pseudonym name. She is, according to most . . . okay, according to herself, the fun one of the pair.

  Living in Leicester, UK with her partner (the Funk Master) and twin sons (known as Sprog1 and Sprog2), Raven writes erotica ranging from sensual and romantic to graphic and totally PWP.

  Her interests include badly produced porn, chocolate, dressing up (particularly in matching underwear) and shouting at women who wear stupid shoes and/or skinny jeans.

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  Upcoming releases from Raven ShadowHawk and Little Vamp Press

  Meeting Each Other Series: Carol, Lin & Niall

  (Adding a Dash of Spice)

  The party closes, leaving Carol and Niall downstairs with tiny soft-spoken Lin. Having spent the night getting to know each other, Niall wants to move on to ‘step two’ of the meeting; the sex. Carol, despite suggesting the threesome, has never touched a girl before and is unsure of what to do, or even if she really wants to.

  Meeting Each Other Series: Malcolm & Christina

  (Clubbing Malcolm)

  Malcolm, still reeling from his breakup with Vicki, takes drastic action. He visits the local BDSM club looking for a quick fix-up. Quickly, he realises not only that this is a stupid idea, but that his tastes have transformed since his days with Vicki.

  Slippers & Chains: Part One – Sugar Dust

  Karen and Daniel, an established D/s couple, struggle to avoid the meddling interference of their parents and friends while securing their own relationship.

  Slippers & Chains: Part Two – Second Base

  Having taken the next step forward in their relationship, Karen and Daniel gently encourage their families to accept them.

  Acknowledgements

  Many thanks to the Phoenix Writers and my blog/Twitter/Facebook followers for being encouraging, keen and, most of all, patient. Knowing that you’re out there cheering me on has made all this possible and, dare I say it, fun!

  Thank you, Mum, for not even so much as blinking when I told you my first release was an erotic short. Thank you, Dave, my wonderful Funk Master, for putting up with a frothing writer in the house and all the craziness that entails.

  Thank you Maya for being the first of our group to run off and self-publish – now I have someone to chase! – and thank you, Jordanna, for showing me how it’s done.

  In an effort to keep this list shorter than my arm, here’s one last sweeping thank you to all the wonderful people who have been involved with the process. You’ve let the cat out of the bag now . . . duck and cover.