Dare To Love Again

 

The saying goes all work and no play makes life dull. Can three business partners mix love, sex and work? Ron Bailey, Mary Bates and Jeff Nickerson are about to find out. Can they grow into three in love? Will uncertainty and moving outside their individual comfort zones stop them from trying?  Buy Now
STORY EXCERPT

“True. I appreciate your honesty. It’s one of the reasons we get along well.” Mary made her way across the lobby toward the elevator. As Ron caught up with her, she added, “Thanks for being you.”

“You’re welcome. Anything less would be a lie. I can’t fake me.”

Mary chortled. “I certainly can’t imitate you either. I can’t sing in that deep baritone voice you’ve got.”

Ron grinned at her and stuck out his tongue. Mary pressed her lips together, biting back where her thoughts went. She swallowed and gave Ron a raspberry. “Pfffft.” She grinned and said, “Ah well, someday maybe you’ll sing me to sleep the way you do Tabitha.”

“Ask me to stay over and you might get your own special lullaby,” Ron offered.

Mary ducked her head and walked to the elevator, pushed the button and looked back at Ron. He made a semi-bow and walked up to her. He leaned down and whispered close to her ear. “Might also get you to sing out a pleasing orgasm song, too.”

She licked her lips, glanced at Ron and said, “You gotta wanna first. Then see if your piccolo can reach those high notes.”

Ron snorted as the elevator doors opened. He straightened up, shaking his head. He waited until they were inside to respond to her. “Good comeback, dear. I plan on making you reach those high notes again and again after a few auditions.”

“What auditions?”

“Oh, you didn’t know I adore multiorgasmic women?”

Mary pushed the button for the third floor. She fanned herself as she faced Ron. “This multiorgasmic woman might just wear you out.”

“I do so love a challenge,” Ron quipped as they reached their floor.

Mary rose on her tiptoes, kissed Ron’s cheek and replied. “Thanks for helping me relax. You sure can flirt.”

Ron smiled, winked, and walked out of the elevator humming. As she caught up with him, he stopped part way down the hall and remarked. “Maybe I wasn’t flirting.”

Mary opened her mouth ready to zing another cheeky reply when a door close to them opened and Jeff walked out carrying a bulging trash bag. Jeff smiled, and nodded as he walked past them saying, “Trash receptacle needs to eat, too. Go on in.”

Ron snickered, wet one fingertip, and drew a vertical line in the air. He murmured as they entered Jeff’s condo. “Oh you poor thing. Two men with similar senses of humor.”

Mary gawked at Ron as she entered Jeff’s condo. Similar senses of humor? Huh? What had she missed? “What are you talking about?”

“Inanimate objects treated like they’re alive.” Ron placed the pizzas on the pass-through counter. “Like me and the blender? Or my mulish computer?”

Mary smiled and nodded. “Can so relate. I got a few of those dang things, too.”

Ron chuckled. “One item we all have in common.”

“What’s that?” Jeff asked, closing the door behind him.

“Quirky sense of humor,” Mary added.

Jeff grinned at her and faced Ron. “Is that what you were going to say?”

“Yes,” Ron said walking over to her. He reached for the bags she held as he continued speaking. “I think there’s another thing we all have in common.”

Mary looked at Jeff. He shrugged and shook his head. She handed Ron the bags. “Okay, what is it?”

“We care for each other and we’re friends.” Ron set the bags on the counter next to the pizzas.

“I agree,” Jeff said, walking into the kitchen. “Nice to have things to build upon.”

“Build upon?” Mary asked, following him into the kitchen.

“Yes. Did a bit of research before I fell asleep.” Jeff crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator and turned. “Seems multipartnered relationships often have a common ground to build upon.”

“Whoa,” Ron said. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms at his sides. Jeff glanced at Ron’s hands. They appeared opened and relaxed. Good, starting a fistfight wasn’t what he had in mind. Food and discussion was as far as he got in possibilities for evening.

Ron stepped into the kitchen. “There’s a lot of research out there. Some of its based on factual findings. Some on conjecture. Be careful what you believe.”

“Good point,” Jeff replied. “I remember Mrs. Markham’s literature class and the citations we had to come up with.”

“Lord,” Ron groaned. “That woman would hound you on authenticating your findings four times over.”

“Mrs. Markham?” Mary asked opening and closing cabinets.

“Yes, junior year American lit class. What you looking for?” Jeff inquired.

“Glasses. Makes putting ice and soda together easier, you know.”

“My bad. I haven’t unpacked them yet.” He walked over to the box setting closest to the sink and back wall of cabinets, torn the box open and sat three glasses in the sink.

“Did you order everything and have it delivered?” Mary asked, squirting dish detergent on to the sponge in the sink.

“No. Movers packed up my old place and put stuff into storage about four months ago. Mia oversaw that for me. She called the people who helped her and Stan move.” Jeff rinsed and dried each glass.

“I’m hungry. Let’s get food on the table and we can talk more then, okay?” Ron was at the stove with the oven open. “It’ll take about five minutes to warm up the pizzas.”

“I’ll take care of the salad,” Mary said, taking the bowl Jeff held out to her.

“I’ll set the table.” Jeff started back across the kitchen toward the pile of boxes he’d gotten the glasses out of.

“One of the bags has plates, napkins, and utensils in it. Why not use them?” Ron asked, placing one of the pizzas in the oven.

Jeff emptied the bags on the table, laid out plates, napkins, and packaged utensils. “Oh, double chocolate brownie. Thanks, dude. Haven’t had one in a while.”

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Enjoying Writing

Almost 8K in on newest story line: Book Two of Pacific Cay Trilogy-Working title for Menage/Polyamory love story Dare to Love Again. M/F/M

I love when characters come alive and the words start flowing. These three are connecting and telling me their story.

Here’s to 40k and an awesome story for Jeff, Mary and Ron.

A Bit of Poetry

 

 

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Today I realized empowering me means setting boundaries and standing by them
To love me is to take care of me and know that others won’t always agree with me
To be okay with who I am, what I am, and what my life experiences have taught me
I’m worthy, important, and most of all loveable
Some may seek to take that away
A few may deceive me and take pieces of my heart with them
It doesn’t make me any less worthy, lovable and beautiful
Living, loving, and thriving sometimes means we have to be vulnerable
Tenderness may hurt at times, but without it we wither and die
To nourish our soul and being is our greatest challenge
I wrap my arms around myself, hugging tightly
I offer you may hand so we can embrace each other
With dignity, respect and understanding
© Solara Gordon 2017

Catching Up!

Been a while since I posted here. I’m working on revising and editing an urban fantasy book that an agent requested. I’ve got another story in formation stages from outline notes and pieces of chapters that a publisher asked for. In between, I’m thinking about new stories to bring to all my readers. While I’m working on that I’d love to hear from you about what stories and ideas you like to read about. Input from readers is a vital thing for authors. One-It tells us what you like and want to read. Two-We get to know more about you.

Let me expand on this. Knowing what our readers like and want to read fuels our imagination. It gives our muse fodder to ponder and turn into a story idea. I’m working on a novella working title A MATE OF THEIR OWN. While I’m structuring the word count for 17k. I got a hunch it will be more. Not sure who I’m going to submit this too when its done. I work on it in between my other projects.

Interacting with our readers forms bond and personal connections that are awesome. I enjoy knowing about my readers. Sometimes these people are the best advertising we authors can have. I’ve learned about unique outlooks, perceptions, and lifestyle from the readers I’ve met in person and online. Also met new authors I’ve added to my TBR pile and others as great friends.

Please take sometime and let me know what stories you would like to see or situations you enjoy reading about. Maybe a sequel to one of my prior books.

Smiles,

Solara

 

 

Busy Writing Away

Happy Belated New Year!  I’ve written book two in my Cascade Bay series.  Siren Publishing is releasing the book.  This is under their Menage and More imprint.

Another project I’m working on is finishing up a paranormal twist on the Red Riding Hood fairy tale.

I’m fleshing out a new erotic paranormal series with shape shifters and more menage happening.

While you’re waiting for Book 2 of Cascade Bay to come out, stop by Siren Publishing and pick up the first book in the series Hot for Torrey.

Smiles,

Solara

Safe Dreamless Repose


Octavia winced as she heard the screams and cries of her kindred calling out as wave after wave of water crashed into their homes. Small cages and spaces presented no escape. Death and turbulence rushed in and out as swiftly as the tide and current ebbed and rose. The ground shook and all went still.

“Holy Mother of All!” Tavia screamed and bolted up right. Tossing her head back, she flung her hair off her face. Slowly she opened one eye then her other. Darkness greeted her. She reminded her human half to breathe.

Inhale and exhale, your body needs air. Let your eyes adjust. No one can take what you don’t allow. Tavia repeated her mantra until she could make out the dark lines and blurry images of the room around her. Glancing down at her hands, she willed her talons to retreat and her animal half to calm.

Rustling sounded beside her. She turned ready to take flight and shift. None would harm her.

“Rest my love.” Tongson’s soothing voice pierced the protective shield Tavia wove around her.
A soft light glowed on the bed side table near him. He touched her arm. His hand tugged her toward him. “Let me hold you. Nothing can reach us here.”

Tavia scooted across the bed, practically flinging herself into Tongson’s arms. She nestled against his warm chest and inhaled deeply. Masculine smells filled her nostrils along with musky fur scents. His heartbeats echoed in her ears as his hand stroked from the top of her head to her shoulders. She blinked wishing tears were not next.

Drawing in a ragged breath, she tried to speak. “So much death and destruction. Horrible ways to die. Please hold me. Just hold me.” Her tears refused to be held back. With each breath, one tear etched its way down her face stopping to drop on her tightly clenched hands.

“I know. Shifters and humans lost at the hands of nature. We think we control so much and are so powerful. There is more power out there than any of us will ever have.” His emphasis on any reminded her of the pressing issue waiting and watching. She could feel the others. Knew they spied as much as they could to learn of any weakness they could exploit.

“What about your family?” Tavia looked up. Tongson’s drawn face and tired eyes met hers. He’d not slept much either since the first call had come in. There was little either could do without calling attention to where they hid. Many perished because one hungered for power and might beyond his.

“Those that listened are safe. My parents and grandmother fled to higher ground. The ones who didn’t, I don’t know. I lost my link to them once the water rose.” His chest rose and fell with two sharp breaths.

“Perhaps, we need to set the spell and find the mindless rest we need to function and flourish?” She shuddered with each word. Sleeping spells were ancient magic that few could manage and not leave themselves defenseless.

“Rest we need. Mindlessness, no. Dreamless is the option. I prepared a drought earlier. Mickey and Night Hawk drank their portion. They now rest down the hall. I have some here for us.” Tongson picked up the glass. It’s amber glow cast a red hue on the cabin’s wall.

“What about guards and dampening our presence?” Tavia reached for the glass.

“All is well. Wolves, bears, and fowl watch and note everything. The cabin appears as part of the mountain. No windows face outward. Our presence is unknown to all but the animals around us, shifter or animal.” Tongson handed her the glass.

“We are safe,” she whispered and drank.

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How I wish the world were safe for those in Japan and other areas hit by today’s earthquake and Tsunami. Even those in New Zealand and elsewhere need our prayers and thoughts of healing and peace. If you can spare a few dollars to contribute to International Red Cross or your local chapter to assist our fellow brethren, please do so. Check out if your local church, synagogue or mosque are collecting items to send for care packages or as donations. We all can help in some way and know we’ve made a difference even if we never know or meet the person or persons that ultimately benefit. Our world and life are small and fragile. United we’re stronger. Remember nothing is too small when combined with others. The sum of the parts is greater than the whole. Let’s show our world how synergistic we can be.

Remember to tell your family and friends you love them. Share time and stories with them.

Be safe!

Solara

Changes. . .from light to dark…..and somewhere in between


The change is upon us. Time will revert back in a few weeks. How prepared are we for the seasons to come? Up to 80 here today and down to 40’s tonight. Perhaps one last hurrah before the burst of nature’s festival of color begins.

“One last glimpse before I go to bed, please?” Nathan wiggled closer to his mother, pointing at the largest star overhead. “There she is. Tell me about the Lady and her wolf.”

Mary Stardance smiled as her young son tipped back his head, turning left and right. Living in the city, they didn’t get many clear nights. Too many street lights and car headlights to see more than a few here and there. Gazing around the cracking fire, she counted fifteen other participants. Their eyes eagerly watching her as they waited.

“I’m going to tell you a story. One our ancestors handed down by word of mouth. Many versions have come and gone. This is the one my grandmother taught me.”

“The lady wished for a handsome warrior to come courting. Someone to end her loneliness.” Mary wrapped her arm around her daughter sitting on her other side, snuggling her tight against her.

“All the eligible young men in the tribe gathered round her tepee serenading her with flute songs and stories of their bravery. Yet no young brave caught her eye.”

“Why is that Medicine Woman?” A small high pitched voice dared to ask the question many wanted to know the answer too.

“Her mother set her eyes on the stars. Look to the heavens and see your mate there amongst the greatest gift the Maker has given us.” Ohs and ahs cut through the fire’s crackling. Several of the mothers present smiled and nodded.

“One brave from a distant camp rode many days to reach Stargazer’s tribe. Upon his arrival, he asked her father for his bride price. Being his only daughter, Stargazer’s father asked for many trinkets and animal skins to fatten his daughter’s worth.”

“Oh, I know what comes next.” One small pudgy hand shot up, waving. “Can I tell it?”

Mary nodded. “Go on Tasha. What happened next?”

“The father asked for a wolf’s skin to line his moccasins for the coming winter. Little did the father know the brave’s totem was wolf.” Tasha smiled, proud of her part in telling the story.

“Yes, Stalking Wolf’s heart chilled at the thought of hunting and harming his brother and totem. He sought out Stargazer wanting to be sure she understood the error of her father’s request.”

Across the fire, a small boy jumped up. “My turn. I know what goes here. Stalking Wolf asked Stargazer to speak with her father and ask him to change his mind.”

Another youngster stood, calling out. “Stargazer went to her father and pleaded with him to change his request. He vowed no daughter told her father what to do.”

“Correct. So in the still of the night the young couple now deeply in love stole away hoping to reach Stalking Wolf’s camp without issue. Three days into their journey, Stargazer’s father and brothers came upon the young couple making love.”

One young woman, rose moving around the camp fire until she stood near Mary. “The father and brothers rained arrows into the couple’s campsite wanting to frighten them apart. Instead one arrow hit Stargazer piercing her heart.”

“Who will bring the story to a close?” Mary glanced round the circle, looking to see who would finish the tale.

An older woman stood, dusting dirt from her buckskin dress. Beads and feathers adorned portions of it. One child reached out to touch her as she passed. Her mother grabbed her hand pulling it back.

“I finish the tale.” A lone wolf cry sounded. Then another and another. “Stalking Wolf cried out for his animal brothers to come and avenge the wrong done. Before the brothers and father’s eyes, he changed into a wolf. Lunging at them, he snapped and snarled. ”

Murmurs rose and fell. Three sets of golden eyes appeared outside the light of the fire. “Come my love and finish our tale so our children may rest this night.”

A large gray wolf padded into view settling next to the older woman. His form changed and in his place a young brave stood. “Sorrowful I killed my mate’s family. I turned from her ready to run. Instead she called me to her, wanting with her last breath to pledge her eternal love. With my pack mates help, we brought her with us to our camp amongst the stars.”

Hope you enjoyed this tale. Have a great weekend!

Enjoy a good book!

SOLARA

Flash Fiction

Welcome to a new short story I am working on in flash fiction form.  I’ll post bits and pieces of the story as I go.  If the end product results in a decent word count, I may submit it.

Enjoy Love’s Frenzy!

Solara

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Love’s Frenzy

“Isn’t there a time when enough is enough?”  

Maxwell Sardon looked up from where he sat on the palace floor.  He stopped brushing his shoulder length hair and turned to his youngest sibling.  “Why do you ask this?  What has you bothered this time?”

Roberto’s bare feet slapped against the cool golden tiles lining their shared bedroom floor.  Each step echoed as he paced, bouncing off the high ceiling and walls.  Two rows of large windows occupied one end of the room.  Roberto’s blurred reflection barely focused on one before he passed by another. 

“Little brother, stop and talk to me.”  Maxwell stood, tossing his brush atop his dresser.  Cinching his robe tighter, he moved with panther like grace to the bed.  He sat, catching Roberto’s arm on his next pass.  “Sit and speak.  Your agitation is clear.  Pacing like a caged cat never quells anything.”

Roberto faced him, his agitation clearly visible.  He folded his arms tight against his chest and stared.  Not at Maxwell, but beyond him as though his thoughts consumed him.  Whatever bothered him, it wasn’t simple. 

“Luta refuses to respond to me.”  Roberto plopped down next to Maxwell.  Taking a deep breath, he tried to roll his shoulders and relax.  Tension refused to loosen its tight grip from any portion of his body.  If his damn cock and balls would cool down, he might regain some composure.  Thank Gods and Goddesses no one else had seen the royal heir so upset.  Damn, sometimes being an aristocrat sucked.  And, not in a good way!

Luta?”  Maxwell’s tone didn’t hide his laughter.

“Yes, King Nevin’s daughter.”  Roberto faced his brother.   “Father’s decree allowing us to find our second wives ourselves runs out in two days.”

“I’m not worried.  All available females from the lesser regions will be at the matrimonial masque tonight.  Our first wives will indicate who they prefer as we cull our choices too.  Besides, Luta is two-thirds human.”  Maxwell’s sneer and cat like stare didn’t faze Roberto.  His brother’s snobbish ideals and preferences reminded Roberto of their late mother. 

“Andice will choose someone submissive.  How you continue to stand her is beyond me?”  There he’d spoken one thing bothering him. 

Would Maxwell pick up on the importance of their second wives?  What things were possible if a love match resulted?  More kittens at each birth rather than smaller litters and fewer multiple births?  Their lineage maybe cursed, but neither of them needed to strengthen it by making miserable pair bondings.  Second mates could help bridge the gap between first mates though both same sexes often ganged up on the lone sex or shut the solitary one out.

“I tolerate her like this.”  Maxwell stood, dropping his robe.  Working his hands up and down his cock, he massaged pre-cum across the tip and over the head.  He reached down to fondle his balls.  “Lilly come and service your Lord.”

A small blonde haired woman moved from the corner where she’d been standing.  Her bowed head caused her waist length hair to hide her face.  Slumped shoulders added to her subdued demeanor.  Yet, there was something familiar about her gait and stature that puzzled Roberto.

Roberto circled counterclockwise around the young woman standing close to Maxwell.  Her coloring and build remind him of—No!  Had Maxwell kidnapped Luta and seduced her?  Broken her will?  If he had. . .Roberto clenched his hands and spun toward Maxwell.

“How dare you?”  He shouted startling the young woman.  She jumped and cowered in fear.  Her cat green eyes pivoting back and forth between he and Maxwell.  

Roberto drew in ragged breaths, pressing his lips together, willing his next words and thoughts to still.  He couldn’t and wouldn’t shed familiar blood.  Damn the curse!  Pitting brother against brother like common foes until several generations of males lay dead from war’s lust consuming them.  No, he and Maxwell along with their few remaining male relatives vowed they would not fight over women or property.  Instead they would take multiple spouses to ensure continuance of their lineage with numerous births. 

 “What is your problem?”  Maxwell’s tone and ire smacked against Roberto’s psychic shields.  Neither of them allowed others inside their private space, their inner most thoughts.  Control and mental discipline required constant vigilance when in the presence of other males. 

 “My apologies.  She looks a lot like Luta.   Such a resemblance.”  Roberto touched the frightened woman’s arm.  She shook harder with each stroke of his hand brushing her hair off her face, tucking it behind her ears.  Catching her chin, he tilted her head back looking her in the eyes.

“You may use her after I am done.”  Maxwell continued stroking his cock, stepping closer to the woman.  Her apparent fear filled her eyes. 

Maxwell threaded his hand into her hair, grabbing several strands in his fist.  He forced her head back further.  “One mouth is as good as another.  Fuck her if you like as she sucks me.”

Roberto forced his gaze downward.  Maxwell’s power play would not affect him.  Why Maxwell insisted on trying his patience made no sense.  Dominance did not ensure compliance.  Neither did fear.  Maxwell used both thinking he led.  Taking two deeps breaths, Roberto moved away from Lilly. 

“Look at her ears,” Roberto gasped as he smoothed her hair behind the ear closest to him.  Pointed at the top very similar to a cat’s, the rest of took on human attributes.

New review for Red Hot!

Review: Red Hot by Solara Gordon

Red Hot by Solara Gordon

Publisher: Siren-Bookstrand Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Heat Rating: 4

Blurb

It isn’t the flames or smoke that worry Fire Chief Brent Stephens. What worries him the most is the heat his libido keeps throwing off every time he gets near Bunny Kater. Bunny’s sworn off firemen, and intimacy—never mind that she’s worn out a vibrator or two along the way—that is, until she meets Brent. Turning forty, coupled with Brent’s presence, awakens her isolated emotions in ways she isn’t expecting. And he’s younger than she is.

Brent is unsure of his growing interest in Bunny. If his overly zealous male ego calms down, he might be able to understand why Bunny affects him like she does. It would help if he could find his lust control switch and turn it down a few degrees, too. Second chances happen once chance at a time, but Brent isn’t even sure they’re going to get a first one.

Lorien’s Review

This was a fantastic book to read. Being so intuitive with the characters, I found myself laughing and cheering for the perfect couple. Not only did the characters intrigue me, they were assertive to exploring love and romance without boundaries.

Red Hot introduced two amazing characters that deserved a second chance. Fire Chief Brent Stephens has always been close to his family until his past continued to haunt him. But from their first introduction, Bunny Kater held his attention like no other. Regardless of their age differences and pasts, the hot young chief managed to make the relationship work with an older woman. Even so, when Brent needed a place to stay while his house was being repaired to meet inspection code, Bunny and her daughter Kate accepted him. It was the perfect way to take their attraction to the next step.

Solara Gordon crafted a playful and exciting erotic contemporary romance that was a page-turner. There were so many great aspects detailed in the book. First, the humorous dialogue kept me satisfied throughout the book. Second, the creativity and storytelling process dented a lasting impression. And last, the relationship between the characters emphasized an honest sexual intensity for each other upfront, and there was no stopping them. This made the plot so much more enjoyable to read. From the first page, there were incredible sparks between the characters and it followed through to the end.

5 Tea Cups!
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