Mariah glanced up beside her to locate the source of the bedroom voice. All breathing ceased function as she locked eyes upon the handsome suited stranger. Captivating brown eyes, regal nose, full jaw and striking cheek bones—the man was a looker.

And those lips? Sinfully bitable.

Mariah clamped her mouth shut to keep her jaw from trembling or dropping to the floor. Plus, she had to prevent herself from flat out drooling. No need to feed an oversized ego. If this man was Geneva’s version of handsome, then Geneva was probably right on the money about his silver platter status. With looks like his, Mariah doubted that the man had ever seen rejection in his life. Who would turn down someone so deliciously stunning?

“Clark Mannings,” the man said, holding out his hand for a shake. “Mannings Industries.”

“Mariah Olsen,” she answered, taking his hand for a firm shake. “Heartisan Foods.”

“In the flesh,” he said, somewhat pleased. “You’ve done an amazing job whipping that place into shape, given the short time you’ve been there.”

“Oh?” Mariah raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she was curious about Mannings Industries. She’d never heard of the company before. Now, she wondered what kind of company it was for this man—a CEO, according to the pre-printed name tag—to know anything about her and her company.

“Entrepreneur Now,” he answered, as if understanding her unspoken question.

“I don’t pay any attention to the media,” Mariah said, thinking of Annika’s open dislike of the frequent partial news coverage. Case in point, Mariah did not recall anyone from the press asking her for an interview or a comment to write about her or her company. “I’d be suspect myself, if I were to read any of the coverage.”

“Noted,” Clark said with a quirk of those kissable lips. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and anger—embarrassment from thinking of kissing the man, anger from the outburst of her traitorous hormones. She could use a date tonight—with her vibrator.

Fuck. There went her head again.

No.

Unfuck. She couldn’t be thinking about that right now. She nearly shook her head to push that thought out of her mind. Instead, she shifted her gaze from his lips—hopefully, she hadn’t lingered there too long for her wayward thoughts to be noticed—and then locked eyes with him.

“I have a proposition,” Clark said with what seemed, to Mariah’s annoyance, to be a wider yet knowing smile.

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent 0: The Moment, the prequel to the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, when one of the female protagonists meets the male protagonist.

Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off a kinky menage romance that features a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian dominatrix and an alpha male dominant.

If you enjoy stories about bisexual women, you may also enjoy Bi Girls Do It Solo.

Here's the long story in short:

Who I am: I am an indie author who writes LGBTQ+ romance with light kinky erotic elements.
​
What's the prob? The series that sells the most ebooks thus far, Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio, is woefully behind schedule in the audiobook production process.

So what?  Many narrators prefer upfront payment (I would, too!) instead of waiting for unforeseeable, unpredictable, possibly dragged-out royalties spread out for X amount of years until they earn their fair sure for their time and expertise. In short, I don't have those funds.

Enter Patreon.

I created a Patreon page in hopes that I can rush the process of high-quality audiobook production to readers eager for the audiobook version. I'm estimating 20 hours of listening pleasure at the production rate of $225 per finished hour. That's a grand total of $225 x 20 = $4,500!

As an indie author, that 4.5K is coming out of my pocket--not some Big 5 publishers' accounts. I created a page at Patreon to invite capital support for audiobook production. Patreon is basically a rolling Kickstarter. You get to set your contribution on auto-pay, set a monthly cap or limit on how much you're willing to pay, and you can cancel at any time.

My target goals:

$100 - allows me to get about a half hour of those 20 hours produced. As a thank you gift to express my extra utmost eternal gratitude, every current patron gets a Free Digital Poster.

$500 - 5 Bens allow me to produce part one of six audiobooks! I'd be expressing a big MUAH thank you by gifting every current patron a Free Audiobook.

$1000 - allows me to hire Two (or More) Narrators - a guy narrator for the main male character and a female narrator for the main female character! I'd be over-the-moon wild over this! Lemme dream. Yeah!

What's in it for me?

For as little as $1 per month, you get rewards for making my dream, my characters' dreams, and my readers/listeners' dreams come true.

Plus some personal touches...

$1 - eternal gratitude and patron-only feeds

$3 - eternal gratitude, patron-only feeds, plus free downloadable content (PDFs, MP3s, etc)! Could be a deleted scene, a sneak preview, a character profile, a snippet audio file of a passage, the sky's the limit. :-)

$5 - Everything above, plus patron-exclusive surprises that inspire me (photos, poems, etc) that I don't want out in the public eye. No, not c*ck or c*nt shots, of course. ;-)

$10 - Everything above, plus interact live with me on a monthly 30-minute webcast/chat. I take questions, talk about writing/Life/BALANCE (whoa!), indie, etc. Um, no -- this is not a place to proposition a happily married mother, thank you very much. Anything else goes! :-) No prob if you can't make it live. You can submit questions prior and also access the recording.

$100 - Everything above, plus a personal thank you email every month (consider this a pen pal thing). No, you don't want me on the phone. I'd be constantly interrupted with wails for diaper changes, etc. No, you don't want handwritten mail, because it'll be displaced by the kiddos before it even gets a stamp and hits the post office. To make up for this, you'll also get to name my characters, contribute a humorous quirk/flaw, etc. and be acknowledged in forthcoming books!

FAQs

Q: If you're going to make these audiobooks sometime in the future anyway, why should I invest right now?
A: You don't have to invest now. That just means it'll take me a heck of a lot longer (years) to earn that 4.5K in royalty to set aside and invest in audiobook production. If you invest now, I'd like to believe that the increased access and personal attention from me will be worth your investment.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to post in the comments section. :-) JT

“Why did you invite me for dinner?” Britta asked when they entered the dining room. The drive from Manhattan to Southwest Mass was far more pleasant than she had expected. Moreover, the scenic byways soothed her end-of-the-workweek shot nerves. However, the real treat was entering the door to this humble modernized cottage. This was definitely a great place for a weekend stay, away from the crowded, busy, and kinetic energies in the city.

“Please,” Reg said, motioning to a dining chair, “take a seat.”

Britta obliged as Reg took the opposite chair. In walked a topless man with jet black hair, dressed in black bowtie, carrying a tray of appetizing starters for their enjoyment. He placed a basket of fresh-baked bread and a bowl of olive oil on the table, then bowed and proceeded to exit.

A glint of light snagged her gaze. She realized with a start that the man had a metallic cock cage, previously hidden by the serving tray. From the mere profile view, his shapely bottom was bare--sans pants!--and sported a tattoo too small for Britta to decipher.

Holy shit.

She didn’t swing that way, but even she couldn’t tear her eyes away form the sight and had to admire the build on the man. Seemingly unbothered by the gawking, their waiter turned and her mouth parted in an inaudible gasp. He for sure had something up his ass. Literally. Her eyes widened and snapped back at Reg, whose lips quirked softly in amusement.

​“I understand you have some questions about the lifestyle.”

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“What do you need from us?” Clark asked in an uncharacteristic open-ended manner. “Say it.”

“Fill me,” Mariah said. “Make me remember why this is a good thing that we have going on.” She wanted to forget all societal pressures and expectations. For once, she actually wanted a chance to believe that it was possible to have a three-way relationship, that it really wasn’t cheating, that each person would be fulfilled. Sure, they had discussed this briefly before. Her head got it. Intellectually, she agreed. Her body, though... Her heart... Well, there was still some finesse to the matter, something that needed to be teased out.

“This thing—we’re creating it right now,” Britt said, fingers swirling past her pubic hair to land upon her abdomen. Mariah’s breath hitched at the intimate contact. “We create our reality, got it? We define how our relationship exists. No one else does, period.” Her voice was soft, soothing, just the right pitch to lull Mariah into agreement. “That’s one of the nice things about being in the BDSM community. No one relationship is exactly alike, and everything is about negotiation. Safe, sane and consensual.”

“Yes,” Mariah breathed, wanting to believe. Did saying it count toward ‘faking it until making it?’ Her tank was empty. Empty her mind. Empty her canvas. Fill it with the good stuff. With more resolve, she forced a smile that she hoped was playful and said, “Fill me then.”

“Well, you heard the lady.” Clark grinned at Britt. “Let’s fill her with pleasure.”

Mariah’s heart skipped a beat when Britt smiled and brushed her pubic hair again, “Already on it.”

She thought she had loved and wanted only Clark before, but now she found herself equally desiring that this thing—whatever it was—would really work out with Britt too.

Clark pinned her arms above her against the armrest, then reached down to cup her breast. Her beaded nipple craved more than a feel. When he gently rolled the nipple between his fingers and lowered his head toward her chest, a zing of pleasure shot straight to her clit.

His breath was right there in the valley of her bosom before he faked out and latched onto the unattended breast and nipped at her erect bud. The dual tease on both nipples accompanied the fingers combing through her pubic hair and the warm breath between her thighs interspersed with the hot licks short of her clit.

​Oh, God!

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Mariah lost sense of time and had no idea what routes the car took. The only thing she knew was that when the door opened, the air was warm with a scent of pineapple. She could also hear the sound of a small stream of water near her feet. With Stan holding her hand as a guide, her heels struck an uneven road. Each step was a muted clip-clop. Then there were the stairs. After a few paces, her heels hit carpet. That was when Stan’s hand released hers. She let her hand fall to her side, uncertain of where she stood. Obviously, she was supposed to keep her blindfold on. When would they allow her to take it off?

“You look ravishing,” Clark said, his breath hot upon her ear. Her scalp tingled like wildfire from his close engagement.

“Delicious,” Britt added with demure intent—one that sent ripples down her spine.

Then Clark kissed both of her cheeks, bringing fire to her ears. The slight whisk of his five o-clock shadow scraped against her skin, stimulating her long after separation. Between the blindfold and the seduction-induced shortness of breath, Mariah sank into a dizzy spell. If Clark hadn’t held a steady hand out for her to guide her ahead, she would have for sure fainted on her feet.

Clark patted a soft surface at her right. “Sit down and enjoy the meal.”

Mariah smoothed her skirt and sank down as Clark scooted the chair forward for her. Tracking his steps and referencing where Britt’s voice had been, Mariah was certain she was situated between both of them at the table.
She inhaled deeply and couldn’t quite identify the mix of spices invading her olfactory nerves. Curious, she tentatively lifted her hand to reach for something—anything on the table.

“Down, pet,” Britt chided. “No hands. We’re feeding you.”

A napkin must have been placed on her lap, because hands moved to brush it smooth. The sound of ice clinking glass neared her. She opened her lips expectantly. Sweet bubbly cider with a hint of tartness flooded her taste buds, shocking her salivary glands into overdrive. She swallowed and expected more. Too soon the glass moved away from her lips and landed with a muffled thud on the table.

“That was delicious,” Mariah gasped. “What was that?”

“Lingonberry apple cider,” Britt said. “First batch. You met my dad, Nikolaus. They harvested the apples in October and perfected the recipe in November. You’re tasting the official pre-launch batch that made it to influential bloggers and reviewers right before Thanksgiving hit. The bottle you’re tasting is supposed to hit every major local market in the area in time for Christmas and New Year’s.”

“Sounds right up Mariah’s alley,” Clark said, his smile reflecting in his voice. The way he had read her mind was uncanny, because her head was zipping a mile a minute about additional promotional opportunities to push the product farther.

“Maybe Heartisan Foods can pick it up and bring it beyond the regional market,” Mariah said, her thoughts ricocheting faster than her speech could keep up. Excitement raced through her veins, lifting her shoulders and her lips.

“I’m sure Nikolaus would be thrilled with the idea,” Britt agreed.

“Sounds like you’ve just expanded your client base,” Clark mused.

Mariah shook her head. “It’s still within the family.”

As soon as the words slipped past her mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. Sure, Nikolaus was Britt’s dad. Yeah, she had Britt and Clark as contract clients, but they weren’t her family.

Family?

When had she seen Britt and Clark as family? Shit. Wasn’t she ahead of herself?

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“Mariah?”

Her eyes instantly flicked open in a haze at the husky masculine voice that had dominated her masturbating fantasies eons before. Disoriented, she found her wide-eyed stare steadying on the familiar chestnut eyes of a suited man she thought she had once escaped months ago. Could it really be him? How the heck did he find her?

Mistress V spun around, waves of electric fury rolling off of her. “You don't interrupt a scene.”

Orgasm on hold, Mariah could hardly breathe. In fact, she had stopped breathing. The man really was here, in the flesh. She wasn't delusional. If anything, he looked more chiseled than before, the suit as crisp as their prior meetings in the board room and beyond. His once over was as penetrating as it had been before.

With a slight nod, to Mariah's relief, he excused himself. Still, she felt too frozen to track his departure. All she could do was force herself to fill her lungs with air and release the stiffness that had taken over her body. As she started to breathe and relax again, she noticed Mistress V's penetrating regard of her.

“Interesting.” Mistress V's narrowed eyes drew up warning flags within Mariah. “You gripped me extra tight when he interrupted. Makes me want to push—”

Mistress V struck a deep place within her, and Mariah couldn't help but buck her hips forward and moan.
“—that hard limit of yours on public humiliation. You like it when you go all animal on me in public? Let the world know how sweet a cunt you have, what a whore you are, that you like being fucked like a slut?”

Oh, god, that was furthest from the truth. What the heck was Mistress V doing, still stroking her and talking dirty? Fucking her pussy as if it was some sort of lie detector? Breathless form Mistress V's relentless probes, Mariah shook her head.

“Hmm. Perhaps you like being watched by a third party? How about sex with a handsome stranger who chances upon two copulating females? Still not your cup of tea?” The dips and glides quickened in pace and pressure, and she couldn't resist squeezing those fingers. “Ah, there we go, a bit of that clench again, but not as strong as the one you gave me when caught in the act by that handsome man. Tell me, would you like me to invite him over to play with us?”

Her heart stopped at the absurd notion. She wasn't a doormat or a play thing! She fervently shook her head and cursed herself when she felt her pelvic walls tighten around Mistress V's fingers.

“Interesting,” Mistress V muttered, her eyes narrowing. “You shake your head but your pussy liked that idea. So do those beaded pebbles on your chest.”

Mariah's breath hitched. Oh, god. No!

“Not to mention the catch in your breath and those flushed cheeks …” Mistress V's lips curved with sinister intent. “However, some more alone time together would ensure that this pussy is mine.”

​A few quick jerks of those fingers coupled with several swivels of the thumb to her clit sent her flying. She came, screaming into the wool stocking as Mistress V continued stoking the fires of her orgasm.

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A quickie in the bathroom of a kinky club...

Clark cut the call and turned off his phone. He was already frustrated before the call. He hated how often he fell for these false alarms, and how aggravating they left him in desiring release. He kept hearing the sub, those sexy sounds, the ones that reminded him of Mariah.

​Squeezing his eyes shut, he saw the enchanting beauty's half-lidded blue eyes that one fateful afternoon long ago in her office with the Space Needle at her back. Gripping his cock, he played with himself until he came to the sweet melody of Mariah's ecstatic moans echoing in his head.

He growled in pleasure, his pent-up frustration released. Fucking hell. When would she come for him, come back to him?

After the last jets of cum subsided, he retrieved Mariah's handkerchief to wipe himself clean. No longer frustrated, his mind finally cleared and he thought of Tanner. A red observation band most likely meant the woman was new to the club and still checking it out. Had she been here before? Who checked her in? Who gave her an orientation or a tour? Did Tanner meet her?

He washed his hands and unlocked the door. Only way to find out was to find Tanner, twist his arm and see if Clark could access confidential client records.

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Want to find out more about who captivated my interest enough for me to write a planned five-part story?

Who is strong enough to bring together a Dom and a Domme in the same room?

Meet her (and her Dominants) at the Smutters UK website for their May 27 feature. Yes, you'll hear from them, but you'll also hear from yours truly. :-)

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Purr Scent is a Purr Billionaire M/F/F (MFF or Male-Female-Female) BDSM Erotic Romance written by Purr Erotica Author Jacintha Topaz. An earlier excerpt can be found on a guest blog post at the website of Healing Erotic Romance authorJade Onyx.

Buy links for Purr Scent I: The Meeting are due out on Sunday, April 27, 2014, in time for April 28 release day.

Gotta have handcuffs!

Since my web hosting service has no 18+ filter, I have posted a relatively toned down yet saucy enough excerpt at fellow erotic romance author Jade Onyx's blog. 

Feel free to indulge in a naughty read, a preview excerpt of my forthcoming series featuring Mariah Olsen and Clark Mannings in a MFF Menage Contemporary Erotic Romance with BDSM themes.

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