Ah, the wages of sin can be wicked fun… MASTERING THE BEAST – ADULT – Menage & More – PNR Romantic Comedy #TinaDonahueBooks #PNR #RomanticComedy #MenageandMore
When 3 HOT demons crave her…her only option is to surrender
This sexy tale is a menage and more between Zoe, a female demon who’s trying to be good, and Stefin, Anatol, and Taro, three hotter than sin demons who are determined she is beyond bad. We’re talking BDSM, Dom/sub, discipline, you name it. Nothing’s too wicked for her guys.
Book Three – Taming the Beast
Magic has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter From Crud to Stud is the makeover service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.
Mastering the Beast Blurb:
Surrendering is the only option she desires…
No one believes that under the tough attitude and schoolgirl fashion sense, reformed demon Zoe burns for a man, love and sex. She keeps those urges on ice and well hidden. She sold her soul for a guy once, and all it got her was a one-way ticket to Hell.
Her job, keeping supernatural creatures in line at From Crud to Stud, is all work and no play. Until she’s saddled with a trio of new enforcers who ooze so much sexual heat she’s afraid to be on the same planet with them.
Stefin, Anatol, and Taro try to contain their laughter as their adorable new boss tries to lay down the law. Apparently, no one told her they don’t take orders. They give them. And they’re determined to smooth her rough edges and tame her beast with acts so wanton they’ll make her scream—for more.
Talk about all hell breaking loose. Surrender won’t come easily, but given their devilish charm and her aching need, her journey to submission is one done deal.
Contains an unholy trio of demons who don’t like to take turns. Break room…snacking. After-hours…training sessions. In other words, a sensual ride on the pleasure express. Features m/f/m/m sex in every flavor except vanilla. Bring. It. On.
Zoe tried to calm down, but it was hopeless and ultimately humiliating. While most frustrated demons simply destroyed everything in their path, she restrained herself and played it cool. Or she tried. Every time something pissed her off, smoke poured from her hair and shoulders.
She stifled a cough and refused to bat the sulfurous plumes away, admitting they bugged her. Like what Becca had done. No matter how busy this place was, she shouldn’t have hired these great-looking goons.
Zoe didn’t need to relax—she craved constant work to keep her mind off sex and how lonely she was despite her desire to feel otherwise. Having these bad boys around tempting her with foolish need wasn’t going to make things better.
Annoyed, she followed the guys into her office but kept the door open to prove she didn’t trust them. They were too full of themselves, even now. None bothered to glance at her many awards, given for being the best enforcer five years running. In all that time, she’d never pulverized the clients beyond repair, even when they’d deserved it. She’d been strictly professional, giving them nothing more than a few bruises, gashes and broken bones that Heather had healed. For an extra fee.
Those injuries had been good for business. Never had Becca complained about the positive cash flow. Not that such dedication had changed her mind about reducing Zoe’s territory here. Nor would the unholy trio be impressed by her successes or even care.
Stefin sniffed the smoke rising from her shoulders. Excitement darkened his complexion, like she’d emitted the stuff to arouse him.
Anatol took her in from her saddle oxfords to her Peter Pan collar. His breathing picked up, possibly from being turned on.
Taro studied her mouth, his face a mask, telling her nothing.
They wouldn’t find her remotely attractive for the long haul, just as a fast fuck when no one else was available. She was too short, flat, plain and independent. Certainly not the fawning demon they’d probably expected, sporting spike heels, a tight dress and a brain-dead smile while kneeling at their feet, begging them to do her.
They would, too, if she let them.
Zoe fought intolerable longing. Didn’t help. Sensuality and raw male power oozed from them and drew her closer. Another step and she’d be near enough to kiss them or do something far less innocent.
The flames in Stefin’s eyes burned brightly, or as she liked to call it—hornily. Anatol lost his preoccupied look and met her gaze, his expectant. Taro leaned closer.
So did she, losing her control too easily. Startled, she backed up.
They followed as one, like the damn Rockettes.
Their musk and intense heat enveloped her. In another second, they’d burst into flame from too much carnal hunger. Once they’d satisfied their basest urges, they’d ignore her and pounce on other women. Possibly Heather, maybe even Becca, Constance or MJ, unless MJ attacked them first. That’s just the way she was. They were no different, randy with the babes, giving someone as ordinary as Zoe scant attention before they moved on. A repeat of what she’d suffered through with other demons before she turned her existence around for good, making it empty as hell and boring beyond belief. A real downer, but at least she hadn’t let her self-respect get crushed again.
“Hold it.” Panting, she held up her palm to stop their advance.
They inched closer. Their breaths warmed her fingers.
Unsettled, she dropped her hand and stepped back. “I’m in charge here.”
Stefin’s patronizing smile nearly wrapped around his ears.
At any other time, that would have made her batshit crazy. Right now, Zoe couldn’t manage much anger. She was far too busy fighting pressing need from centuries of not being wanted by men, even those who were lucky to get any female. Stefin was far beyond a hottie, straight into epic. Everything she’d always craved in a guy.
Anatol and Taro followed, both also legendary.
All wanting her as much as she hungered for them. Wow. This was unbelievable, which meant too good to be true.
Remembering that, Zoe retreated and bumped into her desk. She considered crawling on it but couldn’t. Stefin had already trapped her with his size and determination.
“How you smoke.” His thick accent rasped the words, his voice so deep the sounds vibrated in her belly.
Her knees sagged and bumped his shins.
His mood grew feral, fueled by demon lust. “I know why.”
She nodded then stopped. “Why what?”
“Why you’re smoking as you are. I know the reason.”
Color her surprised but mostly dismayed that he’d caught on to how threatened she felt by him and the others.
He shrugged. “I agree with what you want.”
That didn’t make sense unless he wasn’t the prick she’d thought and was trying to be nice. If he was conceding victory and would follow her orders from now on, she couldn’t have been happier. “Good.”
“Yes. It will be.” He slipped his arm around her waist and drew her into his solid chest, nothing but hard muscle.
Her skin tingled.
He ground his hips into hers. His cock blossomed against her cunt.
Zoe’s spit dried up. She would have protested or asked him what the fuck he was doing but couldn’t form words.
Stefin pressed her smoking tresses to his nose and inhaled deeply, his face dreamy. “How delightful.” He made a lewd noise filled with lust. “I’ve never known another demon who flirted like this.”
He’d lost her. She was light years past flirting, straight into reckless desire fueled by countless nights spent alone, unwanted and forgotten. Deprived to the point of madness, she wreathed her arms around his impossibly broad shoulders and snuggled into him. A purr quivered in her throat.
A sound she’d never made.
He grinned rakishly. “Now, you’ll see who’s boss.”
“Shhh.” He swooped down.
His lips were silky and hot against hers, his stubble, oh, so masculine, scouring her skin. He pulled her close, held her tightly and speared his tongue into her mouth.