Special Guest Clare Dargin

Today I’m hosting author Clare Dargin, whose erotic menage romance Merry “Chris”mas will release from Siren Publishing on Christmas Eve. Click the link to pre-order. Welcome!



AVAILABLE: Wednesday, December 24th

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 31st

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]

Jilly Reimers wants love but can’t find it. Chris Spinell is a veteran of the war in Afghanistan who suffers from PTSD and a haunting feeling that something is missing in his life. Chris Poole is also an Afghanistan war veteran is ready to break out of his shell but is unsure how.

With Christmas just around the corner, they decide not to spend it alone. Believing The Love Play Matchmaking Service to be just what they need for a night of fun and passion, they sign up. But when the guys show up and see that they’ve been set up on a menage, the only one happy about it is Jilly.

Their consultant, called an Eros, assures Jilly that the service has a perfect track record but she’s certain they’ll be the first ones to get their money back. Will they have a very merry Christmas? Or will the three spend yet another one alone?

A Siren Erotic Romance



Jilly idly twirled a lock of her hair as she gazed at the fire. The meal was good, a bit awkward, but all right. Now with Chris S. in the shower, she and Chris P., who’d freshened up after her, sat beside her. She hoped she’d get a chance to know him a little better, now that they were alone.

Unlike Chris S., Chris P. was quiet, more reserved. His warm smile could melt ice. They’d spoken a bit about his life in Australia and how he met the other Chris when they were on Diego Garcia, a tiny atoll in the Pacific. It was there he garnered a better perspective on life, friendships and love. She reasoned that war tended to do that to a person.

She looked at him again, admiring what she saw. He was gorgeous. If only she were a femme fatale like her friends. She pictured grabbing him by the scruff of his collar and planting a long seductive kiss on his pouty lips. Anything to ease the tension between her legs and the moisture dripping from her swollen pussy.

Golden and sun-kissed like a surfer, he had a look impossible to have around this time of year in Michigan, unless he spent countless hours in a tanning booth. But at the same time he didn’t look like the type who’d go to one. He seemed too rugged. She glanced at his short, flaxen hair, which he wore pulled back in a stubby tail. It accentuated his keen facial features. His physique, like that of a gladiator, made her want to whimper. Built like a brick wall without being too thick, he was three words—supple, etched, steel. And his Australian accent added to his raw sexiness.

Whereas Chris S. was the perfect picture type of the all-American, boy-next-door type, with light brown hair and sandy-colored tips and eyes so blue they looked like the color of tropical water. He reminded her of the high school captain of the football team who’d gone into the military and become a man, except he had a sensitive edge that permeated his being. While Chris P., who looked like he could take on a few guys at once, was more lighthearted and outgoing.

Either way, she knew she hit the jackpot because both guys were like something out of a magazine called Hot Guys “R” Us. They were a perfect ten. It was best Christmas gift anyone could have ever given her. She hoped a Chris Sandwich was definitely on the menu for the night. But how to get past the talking stage, she had no clue. She wondered if all of her Love Play’s match ups started like this.

Wearing some leggings and a cami, and he a T-shirt and shorts, she suddenly felt overdressed. The art of seduction was not something they taught in any of the schools she’d attended, and she sure as hell never picked up any pointers from her so-called “friends.” And her exes never gave her any encouragement in that department either.

This date should have come with instructions. I think I’m in trouble.

She let out a long sigh.

“Did you say something?” Chris P. asked, stirring from his long silence.

“I was just thinking how beautiful this place is,” she lied. What? How lame is that?

“It is. I’ve never been to a place quite like this.”

“Love Play has quite a reputation.”

“You’ve used it before?” He perked up, facing her.

Heat burned her cheeks. “No. It’s what I heard from some of their clients.”

“So have you been married?” he asked.


“Neither have I. Never found anyone to get serious with,” he said, shrugging. “I don’t know. Maybe cupid’s arrow doesn’t work on me.”

“For me they’re defective. Or maybe his aim is bad,” she said, trying to suppress the memory of her ex-boyfriend.

“What do you mean?”

“My relationships, they never work out.” She shrugged her shoulders. “For whatever reason, they seem to choose my friends over me. Or it ends up that way once we get together.”

He shook his head. “Nah. They were bad blokes from the start. Believe me. I know. I’ve been around those types my entire life. The randier they are, the worse they will be. If a man wants you, he’ll stay.” His tone was soft, almost vulnerable.


“So tell me,” he said, turning to face her, “you ordered this hook up?”

Again, her face flushed. She imagined it turning its characteristic red when the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Yes. But according to the guidelines, you would have either had to be open to it or requested it too. Right?”

He chuckled. “I see he also got the smart I asked for. Yes, I am open to a ménage.” His expression became serious. “Do you think me odd?”

“No. I’m glad we share that desire.”

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The train was relatively crowded. Apparently, they weren’t the only ones who’d thought of going downtown for an evening out. They got off at the Aquarium station and went to visit the harbor seals in their outdoor tank before dinner. Two of the seals swam up to the glass and regarded them solemnly. “They’re so cute!” Courtney exclaimed.

She sounded so excited, Tanner couldn’t help beaming at her. Her happiness was contagious. He didn’t bother trying to remember the last time he’d felt this way. Nothing before Courtney mattered tonight. “Yes, they are,” he agreed. “They’re fun to watch, too, but I’m kind of hungry. Maybe we can come back here after we eat.”

“Good idea.” Her stomach growled audibly and she giggled.

They headed around the corner to Legal Seafood. As they ate their meal, Courtney casually suggested, “Do you want to see a movie? We could rent something and watch it at my place.”

“Or we could skip the movie and do something else at your place.” Tanner winked. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, kiddo. I think we both know where we want things to go tonight, right?”

She looked at the table and fiddled with her fork. “Yeah. I think we do.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said gently. He waited until her eyes met his and said, “Honey, if it happens, it happens. I want to make love to you. But if it doesn’t happen tonight, we’ll have plenty of time, okay?”

“Sounds like we’re a couple,” she said tentatively.

He took her hand across the table. “Sounds like we are. Ready to hit the road?”

“Yeah,” she said with a smile.

Hand in hand, they went back to Aquarium Station and got on the train. Butterflies duked it out in Tanner’s gut. He wanted her so badly he was afraid he’d move too fast and fuck it all up. She was so sweet, innocent in some ways. He was damned if he’d mess things up with her. Even if that meant going home with nothing but a kiss.

Then again, after what they’d done at his place before Gavin walked in, he doubted the night would stop with a kiss.

When they got off the train at OrientHeights, Courtney led him to a nearby movie rental store. Her face was flushed, and she jabbered on at ninety miles an hour about the movies they looked at. He finally put his hand on her mouth. “Kiddo, it’s fine,” he said. “Nothing to be nervous about.” If only he believed that himself. “We don’t have to get a movie. Maybe there’s something good on TV.”

“Yeah.” She rubbed her face. “Yeah. If we stay here, we might never actually get back to my place. Sorry. I know you’ve been there before, but this is…”

“Different,” he filled in. “I know. It’s okay, but let’s go, all right? Whatever happens, happens.”

She took a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Special Guest Beth Carter

Please welcome Siren author Beth Carter, here to share with us. Thanks for stopping by!

  1. When and why did you start writing romance?

I was about 11 years old when I began reading my mother’s Harlequin Presents and I was hooked.  I love romance and erotica is just a way of writing romance with no blinders on. It feeds on fantasy and imagination, and I love transporting myself from my own hum-drum life into one of pure sensation. I love being turned on, and so when I write I want my readers to get turned on.


  1. Have you ever based a character on someone you know? If so, did you tell them? If not, is there someone in your life you’d like to base a character on?

Yes.  I use my best friend, Lark, quite often in my books.  She’s always the plucky side kick.  It’s why I dedicate a lot of books to her. And if someone pisses me off then they usually end up as bad guys in my novels.  I’ve been stuck using my ex-boss’s name for a while.  It’s gotten so bad people see his name and tell me “Oh, he’s the bad guy, right?”


  1. Tell us about your latest book.

Lights, Camera, Love Story is the third in the Love Story series.  It features Jake, who was introduced in the second book, Once Upon a Love Story.  Jake is the latest Hollywood heart throb and he’s a player, but he’s met his match in Norah.  This was supposed to be the last in the series, but then Jake’s friend is screaming at me to write his story so…we’ll see.


  1. What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever traveled to?

I have been fortunate enough to have traveled a lot.  I’ve driven across the States several times, been to Australia, New Zealand, Sweden, Finland, and almost every country in Europe.  In 2017 my family and I are going to Japan to climbMt.Fuji.  So this question is slightly hard to answer.   The most interesting place…maybe Paris.  I lived there for four months and have traveled there several times.  From the catacombs of bones to the bell tower in the Notre Dame, it’s a train ride to Monet’s house in Giverny and Versailles.  And the subway is the easiest to navigate, hands down.


  1. What books do you have available now (title and publisher)?

I have twenty-one titles available and a little something for everyone.  Some of my books make references to each other.  For instance, my two historicals The Scarlet Dove and The Song Bird feature the ancestors to my characters in the McKnight, Perth & Daire series.  They are all available on or at the publishers websites: Siren Bookstrand and LooseId.  Or visit my website:


  1. What books do you have coming soon?

After Lights, Camera, Love Story, I’m taking a break to write more.  I had eight books published in 2013 so I was very busy and need to recharge.  I’m privileged to be part of a Dream Anthology so watch my website for updates later on in 2014 for that.  I’m also working on a Motorcycle Club trilogy.


  1. What’s your favorite thing to drink while you’re writing?

Earl Grey Tea.  I drink lots and lots of it while writing.  I have a K-cup machine and make three cups so I don’t have to pause to make more.


  1. If you were from another planet, which one would you want to be from and why?

Someplace out of our Galaxy.  Lots of possibilities.  Having the Stargate would be cool because then you could explore the universe to your heart’s content. (Yes, I’m a huge sci-fi geek)


  1. What genre are most of your stories? Why did you choose that genre?

I write either MF or MFM stories, although I have written MM and MMF books as well.  I prefer MFM because I like figuring out the dynamics of having two Alpha men love one woman.  When I was first published, I wrote a plethora of genres because I was still figuring out my “voice”, per se.  I have historical, contemporary, futuristic, sci-fi, time travel, rock-n-roll…which is why I say I have something for everyone.  My one given is that everything is erotica romance, so there’s always a HEA.


  1. Which author have you always wanted to meet and why?

I can only pick one?  I would say, hands down, Lisa Kleypas.  She’s such an amazing writer.  I would love to pick her brain on how she plots her stories and outlines each chapter.  I think I could learn a lot from her.



Lights, Camera, Love Story


Jake Coolidge is Hollywood’s hot new star.  Growing up in Los Angeles among the film sets his father worked on, Jake knows fame is fickle so he lives life to the fullest.  He never has to search far for a pretty face with an amazing body to fill his bed, and he never, ever, promises fidelity.

Norah Scaritt has lived her whole life in a fantasy world.  Knowing she would never be the girl to wear a bikini or short shorts, she’s come to accept that she has curves even though she secretly wishes she was one of the slim, beautiful models that decorates Jake’s arm.

She’s written a movie script that she knows Jake will be perfect for, but she’s ill prepared for the magnetic attraction she feels for him.  As she tries to form a professional bond with him, his hot and cold attitude breaks her heart one too many times.  Can Jake save a love that he denied before he’s lost the only person that ever really mattered?


Jake Coolidge is Hollywood’s newest heart throb but he knows how fame can be fickle.  His friend Jill gives him a script that was written by her cousin, Norah Scaritt, and he really likes it.  So he calls her to set up a lunch date.

When Norah takes the call, she’s excited. She drives to Malibu to meet with him but Jake has brought his latest conquest.  There is an instant attraction between Norah and Jake and he invites her to a play he’s going to see that afternoon.  Once at the theater, they sit alone and their attraction only grows deeper.

After the play they grab coffee and desert and continue to talk.  By the end of the night, she is more than half way in love with him.

Jake doesn’t believe that love lasts.  His parents fought all the time, and when he was eighteen, his father got a fifteen year old girl pregnant, ruining his directing career.  The fall out poisoned Jake’s perspective.  So he plays hot and cold with Norah because he wants her but he doesn’t want to love her.

When his friend states he’s going to make a play for her, this upsets Jake and Jake takes her to Alaska where he’s best man at his friend’s (Caleb from Once Upon a love Story) wedding.  Once there, he decides he can safe guard his heart long enough to have a relationship with Norah.

Once back in LA, however, he realizes that he really cares for her and it scares him.  He runs.  But he gets a call that Norah was on a bus that crashed, no survivors, and Jake realizes just how much he loved her.

Norah’s purse was stolen and the thief jumped on a bus.  While she’s in the police station, she sees Jake crying on TV and has a cop take her to him.  They are reunited and Jake tells her he loves her.


I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things.  I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand.  I am a mom to an amazing little boy.  I live in Los Angeles, surrounded by friends and family.  I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one.  My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming).  I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form.  And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby.  I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on Twitter: @BethDCarter  or Facebook:

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