Sex Odyssey: It's all about the Journey

“Three For the Road”, OUT TODAY at Evernight Publishing, is part of the "Sex Odyssey" series with Amarinda Jones. It’s all about the journey.

Blurb “Sex Odyssey: Three For the Road”.
When three fuckbuddies go on a two-week road trip together, will it turn into a sex odyssey or will it be the death of any hope of a relationship or romance?
Jennifer Adams agrees to a vacation with Chris and Robert. When she sees she’s expected to live in a shipping container, instead of a conventional RV, the vacation is almost over before it has begun. Jenni is lured by great sex with two yummy men. But will that be enough?

Excerpt PG

“You’re shitting me, right?” Jennifer Adams stood with her hands on her hips and stared in horror at the huge truck, complete with shipping container on the back, parked out front of her tiny, third-floor, walk-up apartment.
“You two expect me, ME, to live in that thing for two weeks?” Jenni could hear her voice rising to a shriek, but made no attempt to control it. There was no way—absolutely no fucking way—she was getting inside a metal box. Not even a humongous metal box.
“But, sweetie, we put curtains at the window and everything. Just for you.” Christopher turned huge pleading brown eyes toward her, looking like a kicked puppy dog.
Jenni took a big breath and reined in her temper. She hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings but jeez louise, what kind of morons were they to expect her to— Wait a minute. “Window? What window?”
Chris’ face broke into a happy grin. “Come over here.” He grabbed her arm and hurried her around the back of the long vehicle.
The container looked different on the other side. Its long metal wall had a decent-sized window cut in it, with curtains as promised, and a person-sized door.
With the air of a conjuror about to do his best magic trick, Robert unclipped from behind the truck cab, a thingy that looked rather like a TV remote control, and pressed a button. There was a whirring noise and a metal shelf slid out from beneath the door and started to descend.
Jenni looked at the men. Chris was beaming at her, but Robert looked a little worried. She couldn’t resist smiling back at them. “That is kinda cool. But what about inside?
“Just wait and see. You’ll love it,” Chris said enthusiastically, almost bouncing up and down and still reminding her of an overgrown puppy dog.
“It’s really comfortable in there. You should like it.” Robert was still a little worried.
“She can’t help but love it. It’s one hundred percent excellent,” added Chris confidently.
Jenni wasn’t sure. But there was a door and a window and curtains. Plus a cool way to get up to it. So maybe…
The three rode up to the door on the platform, and, dramatically, Chris bowed and handed her a door key. She slid it into the lock, then turned the door handle.
Opposite the door, was a little kitchen/living area with a table bolted to the far wall, a bench seat on either side of it, a sink with cupboards under it, and a microwave oven on a shelf above it. There was also a small upright gas oven with cook top.
The end of the shipping container was a living area with some shelves and a sofa. A TV was on a swiveling arm bolted to the wall, so it could be turned to face the sofa or the table.
“That is a nice set-up,” she said. “It reminds me of a recreation vehicle.”
“That’s where the guy got the idea from,” said Robert. “But this only cost a fraction of what one of them costs, and it’s plenty big enough for three for a few weeks.”
“Come and see the bedroom,” urged Chris, pulling on her arm.
Jenni allowed herself to be led through the living area to the truck-cab end of the container.
The bed was huge and filled most of the width of the container with some cupboards built into the wall opposite it. Beyond it was a functional shower and toilet cubicle and more storage space.
“This is awesome. I’m sorry I was rude.” Jenny hugged both men. “I can see the stove runs on gas, and I guess you plug into an electrical outlet in a camp ground, but how do you make things work the rest of the time?”
“There are batteries that automatically charge as the truck drives along. That gives enough power to cook and run the lights for a couple of hours each evening,” explained Robert.
“Whose is it? However did you find it?”
“The father of one of the guys at work is a real handyman, and he built it as a retirement project. Took him a couple of years. He was just finishing the last few details and planning his first trip in it, when he went to bed one night and never woke up the next day,” said Robert.
“Yeah shocked the socks off Will, his dad passing like that. He and his sister haven’t decided whether to keep it, or sell it, yet, but they were happy for us to borrow it for two weeks. We bought the curtains, and the bed linen, and the TV, and if there are other things you need, we’ll get them too,” added Chris.
“We want this to be a special vacation. Our first one, the three of us together,” Robert said, pulling Jenni into his arms. Chris pressed up behind her, wrapping his arms around the other two, melding them into a unit.
Jenni shivered, her panties suddenly damping. God these guys were hot. And sweet and thoughtful, if a tad irritating at times. Chris, with his open, loving ways, and Robert the more serious one, the thinker.

Buy link: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/Three-for-the-Road-by-Berengaria-Brown.html

Sex Odyssey trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRovJUhp9vw&feature=BF&list=ULWG_Flawu5QQ&index=6

Berengaria

COMING TOMORROW!!!

Coming from Evernight Publishing tomorrow. "Three For the Road", part of the "Sex Odyssey" series with Amarinda Jones.

When three fuckbuddies go on a two-week road trip together, will it turn into a sex odyssey or will it be the death of any hope of a relationship or romance?
Jennifer Adams agrees to a vacation with Chris and Robert. When she sees she’s expected to live in a shipping container, instead of a conventional RV, the vacation is almost over before it has begun. Jenni is lured by great sex with two yummy men. But will that be enough?

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/

Werewolves and women's rights

Today I am over visiting Jadette Paige, talking about my werewolf story, “Dogged Pursuit”.
http://jadettepaige.blogspot.com/2011/01/dogged-pursuit-guest-berengaria-brown.html
I am also talking about my Regency-set lesbian erotica, “Sappho’s Sisters”, and women’s rights in that era.
http://sizzlingreleases.blogspot.com/?zx=f8f5c8180a6421f1
Please come and visit me!

And as a special bonus for dropping by today, here is an out-take from "Dogged Pursuit" for you!

Shaggy’s Story

It was a bitterly cold winter’s night and Cora Ainsley was rocking newborn Sally to sleep by the fire when Fred heard a noise at the door.
He hurried over and switched on the porch light but couldn’t see anything.
“Who is it, dear?” asked Cora.
“No one there. Must be the wind.”
But he heard it again. A soft whining. He opened the door and looked out. No one. And not really much wind either, although it was damn cold out there.
Something damp touched his slippered foot. Fred looked down and saw a tiny bedraggled ball of black fluff standing on four very wobbly little legs.
“Oh my goodness! Who are you and where did you come from?” he asked picking the tiny puppy up and quickly shutting the door behind them both.
Fred hurried back to the fire and gently put the pup on the rug in front of it while he went to get a towel to dry it off. “Although a handkerchief would likely be big enough to do the job,” he laughed to Cora.
Dark liquid eyes shone lovingly at the man as he rubbed the tiny fur ball dry, and a rough red tongue licked his hand in gratitude.
“Likely someone will come looking for him tomorrow,” warned Cora as the pup snuggled to sleep on Fred’s lap.
But no one came looking for him, and when the Ainsleys asked around the neighborhood, no one reported a lost pup either, so he stayed.
His coat remained a solid black color but shaggy as if it needed a trim, so Shaggy became his name. And he and baby Sally were inseparable, although he grew much faster than she did.
“I swear that dog is smarter than the average person,” Cora and Fred would say to each other at least once a week.
About eighteen months later, Shaggy and the toddler Sally were playing in the backyard as Cora was hanging out the laundry.
Suddenly there was frenzied barking, and sounds of splashing. Cora dropped the clothes in her arms and turned and began to run to the lake. But Shaggy was there long before her, the baby’s diaper gripped between his teeth as he dragged Sally from the water.
By the time Cora arrived, red-faced and puffing with exertion and panic, both dog and baby were sitting happily on the ground, huge grins on their faces.
“I swim. I swim” laughed Sally. Shaggy’s big red tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth as he grinned at Cora.
“Shaggy, Shaggy, how can I ever thank you? The baby would have drowned before I’d gotten there. If it wasn’t for you…” her breath hitched.
Shaggy just grinned, his dark liquid eyes showing he would always be there for the family he’d chosen as his.

(c) Berengaria Brown 2010

Please welcome Michael Mandrake to the blog!

The True Meaning of Love

Out NOW - my first sole author E-book. An M/M tale with emotion, romance, and scorching sex...

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True Meaning Trailer: http://www.onetruemedia.com/otm_site/view_shared?p=cc688167a8be4881171ce8&skin_id=701&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url
Blurb:

Brandon McFerry and London Davies are a couple that has been together six years. After having an argument over the importance of Brandon's event at his art gallery versus London's party at his club, London is involved in a serious car accident that makes him temporarily incapacitated.
During his rehabilitation, Brandon and London will learn the true meaning of love thus bringing them closer together.

Excerpt:

London playfully hit Christian’s bare chest. “Yes, it is…can you hand me the digital camcorder there.” London pointed at the cam that was at the foot of the bed.
“Oh yeah, I forgot I was going to be on camera, make sure you get my best side…” he joked, running his long fingers through his think head of hair.
London smirked while looking through the lens, “Uh Christian, every side is your best. You are absolutely perfect…”
Christian laughed, winking at London as London turned the cam onto Christian. “Say hi Christian. This is December 25th, 2010 at the McFerry Davies household, where Christian Taylor is about to become Brandon’s delicacy for the evening,” he announced to the camera.
Christian waved just as the bathroom door opened with Brandon coming out in nothing but a towel. Right away, London panned over to the confused Brandon who looked at the gorgeous man sitting on their bed.
Brandon cleared his throat, “Babe…um…”
Christian was grinning ear to ear looking at Brandon. “God London, the picture you showed me does him no justice, he is beautiful…”
“Ahem, baby, what’s going on?” Brandon smiled walking over to the foot of the bed.
With the cam still on him, “This, my love, is your other gift. Brandon, this is my friend that was in town, Christian Taylor, Christian, my beautiful, blushing bride, Brandon McFerry Davies. Smile baby…”

The first of my monthly blogs over at Tabby's Nocturnal Nights is up!

http://tabithablake.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-from-new-blogger.html
I'm talking about how 2010 ended and 2011 began for me.

Berengaria

Follow the chat, ask questions, hear the news first!

I now have a page at Coffee Time Romance Groups where you can hear all the book news on the threads, follow the chats and comment on anything.

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/board/showthread.php?p=135974#post135974
Visit and friend me there.
Today I am talking about my two new releases, "Changing Cherry" and "Sappho's Sisters".

Berengaria

Lesbian Regency-set Erotica

Happy New Year: Sappho's Sisters is out now!

Lady Eustacia Lumley is the only child of the Earl of Wentworth. It is her duty to marry well and ensure the succession.
Margaret Durrell is the fourth daughter of a gently born, but near penniless vicar. She has no option but to marry a man who can provide for her and possibly for some of her sisters as well.
Best friends since their days at Miss Marcomb's Academy for Young Ladies, both young women are very interested in Sappho's poetry and ideas. One evening while visiting the Wentworth estate, Margaret has a headache and Eustacia offers to massage her scalp. This act of kindness leads them into an encounter they both find very enjoyable.
The two young women fall deeply in love, but is there any hope for them? Or will they both have to conform to the rigid rules of Regency society?


Sappho’s Sisters: Excerpt PG 13
After a week in Town, Eustacia was keen to return to Green Meadows, her home outside London. It was ideally situated on good farming land, a full day’s journey from the bustle of the city—close enough to make a trip to Town for shopping or parties easy, but not so close that people were endlessly arriving unannounced.
She was particularly pleased to have Margaret staying with them for at least three months. Margaret’s long-suffering Papa despaired of marrying his four motherless daughters appropriately. Both Margaret’s Mama and her Papa came from the nobility, but the Reverend Mr. Durrell had inadequate funds to launch them onto the marriage mart. He loved them and wanted them to be happy, not just married to the highest bidder.
“Ah well, he won’t need to worry about Margaret for a while,” she mused.
Although Margaret was eighteen to Eustacia’s twenty-four, they both had lively minds and had formed an instant bond in the brief year they’d both been at Miss Marcomb’s Academy for Young Ladies—Margaret’s first year there and Eustacia’s last. They both loved learning and had read avidly. Since then, they’d kept in touch with long letters and had recently been reading and discussing Sappho’s poetry. Eustacia was looking forward to talking more about it with her friend.
Sappho’s sharp imagery, her immediacy, her control, and the rhythm and almost melody of her words were immensely appealing. Not to mention some of her underlying ideas—ideas which were increasingly compelling to Eustacia.
Eustacia had never been sexually attracted to men. While all the other young ladies at school had been sighing over the dancing master and the riding master, Eustacia had only desired to learn the subjects they taught. Their male beauty stirred her heart not one iota. When she had first made her curtsy to the Ton, many handsome and eligible young men had sought her hand for that lascivious dance, the waltz. Not one of them had made her heart beat faster. Fortunately, her father, the earl, had made no attempt to push her to accept any of the three very flattering offers he had received for her hand. Even more fortunately, Gervase’s younger brother, Anthony, had three fine, strong sons to inherit the title, so there was no pressure on Gervase to marry again and produce an heir, or to marry off his daughter to ensure a grandson to inherit.
But Margaret. Ahh, Margaret did make her palms sweat and her heart beat faster. Margaret’s bright, inquiring mind and ability to converse intelligently on any topic. Margaret’s soft brown eyes and shiny brown hair. Her white skin and pale cheeks that flushed enchantingly when Eustacia smiled at her.
Eustacia had read widely about Sapphic love and was eager to experience it—but only with Margaret and only if Margaret was willing. Meanwhile, her reading had taught her much, and with the help of a handheld looking glass, she had learned a lot about the art of self-pleasure. As for the anatomist Mateo Renaldo Colombo, who claimed to have discovered the amor Veneris, vel dulcedo—“the sweetness of Venus”—Eustacia was willing to bet her late mother’s emeralds that Sappho and her followers had known about their nubbins six hundred years before the birth of Christ!

Visit the Sappho’s Sisters page at Logical-Lust Publications:
www.logical-lust.com/sapphossisters.html
Berengaria