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Guest Post and Giveaway: The Loyal Steed: Part One (The Pleasure Hound Series) by Ines Johnson

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The Novel Approach welcomes author Ines Johnson today to introduce her newest novel The Loyal Steed: Part One and to talk about Men of Devotion. Ines is also giving the chance for one reader to win an e-copy of the book, so be sure to click on the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for the chance to win.

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Men of Devotion
If you read my books, you may have noticed a theme. Between the covers of many of my stories you’ll find a man of the cloth, who struggles with his feelings for a woman, and ultimately succumbs to the glories of romantic love.

An Old Testament
My fascination with priests began with the television movie, The Thornbirds. Richard Chamberlain in robes -nuff said. It’s not just priests I’m fascinated with. It was an illuminating experience for me watching the Jedi of Star Wars. I even found Yoda hot! And then there was that string of movies about fallen angels where Christopher Walken was a badass angel and Elias Koteas was a former priest. Yummy. But the priest to end all priests? Matthew McConaughey in Contact!

Why am I attracted to priests, monks, angels, and even cone-headed, Buddha-like aliens? Because these men of devotion have a lot of qualities that women look for in their partners. They’re disciplined, full of grace, devoted, and they understand sacrifice.

A Beautiful Mind
Spiritual men are smart. Monks spend their lives studying ancient texts. Priests have to get a degree from college or seminary school, which can take anywhere from four to eight years. Jedi are taken as children, younglings, into the order. Other than Luke Skywalker, we know they spend all of their formative years training in the mental and physical art of the force.

Hopelessly Devoted
Speaking of Skywalkers, Padme didn’t fall for cute and cuddly Anakin. No, she fell for the grown Jedi who began to tug at the rules of his order as he pursued her affections. We all like a rebel, a bad boy, to some degree. The man of cloth might not be the bad boy, but their situation is definitely a naughty and forbidden one. He’s pledged his loyalty and devotion to another: namely god, a goddess, or some higher power.

The Sexy Priest trope is the perfect love triangle. You have the sexy priest, the first leg of the triangle. The priest is devoted to his vows, the second leg of the triangle. And then in walks another set of legs, the heroine. Admit it: we all want to be the chosen one in a love triangle. And if you can emerge the victor over a god-figure…

I already recognize that I’m going to hell. But that’s okay, because that’s where all of the sexy, fallen priests will be!

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91gwceJNgkL._SL1500_Blurb: Jaspir has been in love with Lady Merlyn since they were children, but she has always been out of his reach. Trained as a Pleasure Hound and now surviving by selling his body to rich women, his heart has always remained loyal to his true love.

Liam was promised to Merlyn in their youth, but he’s always known that he’s not the man in her heart. With their betrothal approaching, Liam seeks out Jaspir for help. Eager to ensure the happiness of the woman they both love, Jaspir agrees to train Liam in the pleasure arts.

What starts as rivals in an uneasy truce, soon turns carnal when Merlyn learns of their secret lessons. In a society where men are second class citizens, Merlyn is torn between the attentions of two men who would do anything to rule her heart.

Buy Link: Amazon: The Loyal Steed: Part One | Amazon: The Loyal Steed: Part Two | Amazon: The Loyal Steed: Part Three | Amazon: The Loyal Steed: The Complete Serial

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Excerpt: Lesson One: Jaspir regarded his longtime foe. Set in Liam’s pale face was green eyes with thick lashes, a strong jaw and a mouth with a thin upper lip, but full lower lip. Jaspir had hated this pale face for many years. He blocked out Liam’s face and focused on the man’s lips. As he did with his more unattractive clients, Jaspir pictured Merlyn in his head, narrowing his world to what these lips would do for her.

Jaspir grazed his fingers along the lips before him. They were thinner than his own. His lessons would have to account for that. “Lesson number one,” he said. “The bedroom is the only place where a man can truly rule a woman.”

Jaspir clasped the chin that belonged to the lips, eliciting another gasp.

“You need to take charge,” he said. “Be in control.”

Jaspir’s fingers curled about the neck and the lips parted as he did so.

“Merlyn thinks too much. Her head rules her entire body. If you have control of her head…”

His fingers went into the red hairs at the nape of the neck that belonged to the lips. With a firm tug, the head went back exposing the neck. “…you have control of her.”

Jaspir let his focus extend from the lips to the exposed neck. His tongue struck out and he licked. He felt the body trembling in his grasp.

“Lesson number two, never do what’s expected.” Jaspir bit lightly at the chin. “Merlyn will anticipate your every move. She can’t help it. She remembers the sequence of things. If you are repetitive, you will lose her. Do you understand?”

Jaspir watched as the lips tried to form words, but the trembling thwarted them. In the end, Jaspir was given a nod of acquiescence.

“Good.”

Jaspir focused on the lips once more. He nipped at them. He nipped at the bottom lip, which was plumper than the top. He nipped at the corner, flicking his tongue out. He continued this random pattern as the lips tried to anticipate his next move, each time failing to predict it.

“Lesson three, make her chase you. Once you—”

The lips cut him off. The lips Jaspir had thought so small covered his own and tried to devour him. For unpracticed lips they were warm and wanton. Perhaps Liam could please Merlyn after all. But first, he had to pay attention.

Jaspir used the hand still at the nape of Liam’s neck to yank him away. Liam groaned at the loss, his chest panting, his eyes hooded.

“Are you listening, Liam?”

Liam blinked once, twice. By the third blink, he’d recovered himself and yanked away from Jaspir’s hold, embarrassment clear on his face. “All right,” Liam said. “You’ve made your point.”

“I don’t think I have.”

Liam clenched his jaw.

“Show me what you’ve learned.”

Liam’s eyes whipped to Jaspir’s. Jaspir placed his hands in his lap and waited.

Slowly Liam raised his hands. They grazed Jaspir’s chin. The soft, un-callused fingers reminding Jaspir of a woman’s gentle touch. Before Jaspir could process the softness, Liam’s fingers tangled in his hair and wrenched Jaspir’s head back.

Jaspir barely held back his moan of pleasure. He liked it rough from time to time, but that would not do for Lady Merlyn. “Not that firm. She’s more delicate than I am. Just enough to let her know that you’re in control.”

Liam loosened his grip a fraction. He looked to Jaspir for approval. Jaspir recognized the spark of need in the other male’s eyes. How this man lived ten years under Merlyn’s roof and never stole a single kiss was a true mystery to Jaspir.

“Good,” Jaspir nodded.

The spark in Liam’s eyes ignited into the smallest of flames before he dipped his head and put his mouth to Jaspir’s throat. Liam’s movements were unpracticed and hesitant, but the heat of his mouth sent a message to Jaspir’s dick. Jaspir focused on his breaths instead of the heat climbing across his hips.

There was no way he’d be turned on by this soft-hand, unpracticed, First, virgin.

Liam nibbled at Jaspir’s lip now, his hunger making up for his lack of skill. Jaspir knew desire. He understood wanting something that he thought was off limits to him. Jaspir softened and turned his head into the kiss.

For a moment, Jaspir allowed Liam to claim him. Allowed him to taste that thing that he could never possess. To pretend for just a moment that it could be this way; that they could be together always. That they could live on a land away from society and everything tearing them apart. To live in a small cottage surrounded by impossible flowers of red, purple and green.

The kiss turned brutal as both men fought to stake their claim. Until finally, Jaspir gave a tug of Liam’s hair, pulling them apart. Both men stared at the other, panting, eyes clear, realization dawning that neither held the object of their desire.

“That’ll be all for today’s lessons.”

It took a moment, but finally Liam rose. “When do I—” He stopped and cleared his throat.

“When do I come back for our second appointment?”

Jaspir turned to him, his face a mask of unconcern. “Pick any day you’d like. I’ve cleared my entire schedule just for you.”

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Ines JohnsonAbout the Author: Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!

Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.
Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.

Connect With Ines At: Facebook | Twitter | Website

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Excerpt and Giveaway: The Pleasure Hound (Part Three) by Ines Johnson

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The Novel Approach welcomes author Ines Johnson back, with another exclusive excerpt and giveaway of Book Three, the final installment in her series The Pleasure Hound.

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PH3Blurb: The heart-pounding conclusion to the Pleasure Hound serial

Just when Chanyn believes she has the family she’s always dreamed of, Khial disappears, abandoning her. Chanyn calls on the one man who’s never let her down: Jian.

But even if Jian forsakes his vows, and his brotherhood, to find the grief-stricken Khial, how will he let go of the woman he loves all over again?

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Excerpt: 

Maternal Goddess, I seek your presence as I align myself with one of your sacred daughters.

I offer my body as a vessel of your will and your grace.

The desire of my heart is pure and known to you.

I wish to please your daughter and garner your favor.

The miracle that pleases a woman and creates life is of your design, Divine Goddess.

With great anticipation, I align all of the energy systems of my body, my soul, and my mind with you.

I give thanks in advance for your blessings of this experience and know that I walk in the light of your sun and the fertility of your earth.

Ashe.

The monk’s melodic voice decresendoed. Again, Khial wondered how that deep tenor might sound accompanying his violin.

Jian asked for stillness. He and Chanyn closed their eyes in a silent moment of gratitude to the Goddess.

Khial picked at the buttons of his shirt, the itch on his nose. He looked around Chanyn’s bedroom. Large blooms decorated a dresser near the window, beside them teetered the stack of books he’d gifted her. Golden-haired men clenching women with swollen bodices dominated each cover. Khial scratched at his chest.

The monk clasped Khial’s hand. Khial’s dick pulsed in time to the circular pattern the monk traced on the flesh between Khial’s thumb and index finger. Was the monk trying to seduce him? Khial looked for a hint in the monk’s eyes, but they remained closed.

Between them, both men held Chanyn’s hands in each of their own. Her hands were by no means delicate. They were capable and strong. She interlaced two of her fingers with Khial’s, leaving him feeling grounded, tethered. And aroused.

Khial tried to take his mind off his dick and focus on the two people on either side of him. Their fingers were wholly entwined. Their palms pressed together. Suddenly, Khial felt like an intruder. Chanyn and the monk loved each other and he was imposing on their intimacy.

The monk opened his eyes and focused on Khial. The monk —Jian.Khial figured he should start using his name, as they were about to be intimate. Jian’s eyes said he read Khial’s desire loud and clear, but he cast no judgment. Instead, a flicker of heat sparked in the other man’s eyes.

Khial swallowed. It was too soon to think about another man. He was still getting used to the idea of a woman, his wife. He looked over at Chanyn.

“Should you always pray… before?” Khial directed the comment at no one in particular, but he knew who would answer.

“A woman’s body is sacred,” answered Jian. “If you do not prefer to pray, you should at least set an intention.”

“An intention?”

Jian nodded. “Our intention tonight is to pleasure the lady.” Jian turned to Chanyn. “Pleasure her until she begs for mercy.”

A slow, intentional smile spread across the monk’s face. He rose to his feet bringing Khial and Chanyn along.

Jian stood behind Chanyn and turned her to face Khial. She’d dressed in a simple nightgown of light purple silk. Lace ties held the flimsy garment together. Her dark nipples poked against the material.

“Undo the laces, my lord.”

Khial’s hands shook like the strings of his instrument. Not from nervousness—not entirely. Khial trusted Jian to make this experience pleasurable, not only for Chanyn, but for all. Khial’s fingers trembled in anticipation as he lifted them to the first tie.

Chanyn smiled in encouragement as she watched Khial’s progress. I trust you, that smile said. Khial felt his heart expand a fraction.

Jian also marked his progress with the ties. His dark eyes portraying the same trust.Khial was not one to trust easily. He could count on one finger the number of people he’d trusted. The idea that he trusted these two people, whom he’d known for such a short time, astounded him. The hard fact that he did trust them both steadied his fingers, and Khial pulled the last tie free.

Jian swept the garment from Chanyn’s shoulders. Khial’s fingers, his legs, his dick, lost the battle of steadiness. He began to throb from his eyelashes to the space between his toes. Chanyn stood completely bare before him.

Her brown breasts full, her erect nipples pebbled, so dark they appeared black. Her waist narrowed into a sculpted stomach with curves and planes. Her hips flared out to powerful thighs. A dark set of curls lay at the juncture between her thighs.

Khial’s mouth watered. He’d dreamed of that space last night. Of diving in there once more. Of getting lost in the bliss of that warm heat. Of their own accord, his hands reached out, but Jian pulled her away.

Khial glared. Jian only smiled that serene smile of his station. Khial’s blood heated. Was this a trick? He’d seen his fathers fighting over time in the bedroom with his mother. Her door locked while one of them banged at the exterior for entrance. Would this come to a fight?

Jian didn’t look adversarial. “We need to prepare her,” he said.

He guided Chanyn towards the bed. When she turned, Khial caught a glimpse of the orbs of her ass. His dick, already hard as a rock, strained painfully against his pants. Khial took a step to follow, but Jian’s hand stayed him once more. Khial’s glare threatened murder.

The monk, placid as ever, said, “Breathe.”

Khial clenched his teeth.

Jian released Chanyn and brought both hands to Khial’s shoulders. Khial’s instinct was to shove him off. Jian’s thumbs rubbed circles at a point on Khial’s shoulders and, like magic, the aggression seeped out of Khial.

“I need you to be present, my lord,” Jian said quietly, for Khial’s ears only. “I need you to have a clear head. We are going to please her first.”

The emphasis on her snapped the fog from Khial’s mind. A front of shame moved in. He’d gone to Jian for help in making the act pleasurable for Chanyn. In the first minute, he’d let his Neanderthal instincts overpower him.

Jian tilted Khial’s head up so that they looked each other in the eye. Khial wondered how this man could allow him access to the woman he so clearly worshipped. But the woman the monk worshipped was Khial’s wife, now. Khial allowed Jian access to her. Once more, Khial felt Jian read his mind because what he saw reflected in the monk’s dark eyes was gratitude.

Khial leaned into Jian’s touch, grateful for the support. He wanted to rest in Jian’s embrace for a moment longer, but Jian gave his shoulders a final squeeze and then he turned them both towards Chanyn. She lay on the bed like an offering.

Khial came before the bed and kneeled. Jian went to the other side.

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Author BioAbout the Author:  Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandolous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!

Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.

Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.

Social Links:  AMAZON LINK | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | WEBSITE

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A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week, Carole Cummings, EM Lynley, Ines Johnson, Jaime Reese, John Inman, Morticia Knight, Shae Connor, Sid Love

Here’s A Sneak Peek At The Coming Week

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Cheers, everyone, I hope you’ve had a lovely weekend filled with plenty of good reading. We have a great week in store for you: more reviews, guests, giveaways, and who knows what else? We’ve learned to expect the unexpected too. :)

Here’s what we have on tap in the week ahead:

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MondayShae Connor kicks off our week with a guest post and giveaway on the Unfortunate Son blog tour

TuesdayMorticia Knight drops in with an exclusive excerpt and giveaway today on the Copping an Attitude (Sin City: Book Two) tour

WednesdayCarole Cummings is back with more Genre Talk. Her guest today is DSPP author John Inman, who’ll be discussing the Horror genre

ThursdaySid Love joins us today with an interview on his Let it Go blog tour

Friday – We’ll be participating in the cover reveal for Jaime Reese’s new novel A Restored Man today

We’ll also be hosting EM Lynley on her Dirty Dining blog tour

Saturday – Finally, to end our week, author Ines Johnson is back with an exclusive excerpt and giveaway of her novel The Pleasure Hound (Book Three)

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And that does it for this time around, friends. Until next week, happy reading!

 

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Excerpt and Giveaway: The Pleasure Hound (Part Two) by Ines Johnson

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The Novel Approach welcomes Ines Johnson back today with an e-book giveaway of The Pleasure Hound (Part Two). Enjoy the spicy little tease she’s offered, then leave a comment below to enter for a chance to win.

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ThePleasureHoundparttwoBlurb:

Jian and Chanyn’s unexpected feelings for one another put everyone they care about in danger. For Jian’s temple to survive, he must watch the woman he loves marry another. To secure her and Khial’s future, and fulfill the request of a dying Dain, Chanyn must become pregnant with an heir.

Can spoken vows trump the truth in their hearts?

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Excerpt: Three small gems winked back at Khial in mockery when he looked down at the band on his finger. There was his family stone, the sapphire. The stone meant loyalty to family and healthy relationships. Khial clenched his fists so he wouldn’t wrench the lie off his finger. The band bit into his hand.

His thumb traced over the ruby. The feel of Dain’s stone instantly calmed him. The red stone was a promise that Khial never felt necessary to publicize. Between the lie, and the promise, sat the sparkling diamond that represented their wife.

Khial was married. To the man he’d pledged his life to as a boy, and to a woman he barely knew as a man.

The last two days he and Chanyn had been cordial. Their goals were in alignment, with each nursing Dain back to health. Thumbing their noses at his weak organ, willing Dain’s heart to keep beating just as his mother and fathers had kept it beating with only the force of their love. Khial believed that he and Chanyn could do the same for him.

Today, Dain looked the picture of health. A perspiring picture of health. An anxious picture of health.A slightly trembling picture of health.

“You don’t have to do this,” Khial said.

Dain wiped the sweat from his brow with a clenched fist and thrust up his chin. Khial sighed at the stubbornness of his mate, his husband. He sighed to keep from laughing. The action brought to mind a young Dain fearful of jumping off a cliff into a stream of water.

“You don’t have to do this,” Khial had yelled up at him then, while he tread water below the cliff.

The younger Dain had thrust his chin out in the same way as his older self. He’d taken a deep breath, and jumped. At the bottom, in the cool water, the two had laughed and splashed each other. It had been a high jump and not the best of dares for a sickly child. But Khial knew that if Dain had hurt himself on the fall, he would have been right there to catch him. Khial would always be there to catch Dain.

They stood before the marital suite once occupied by Dain’s parents. They’d never used this room. Dain’s rooms were large enough to suite them both. But, now that there were three of them…

Dain reached out a hand to Khial’s shoulder. “You have been a part of my family for as long as I can remember. Just as my parents embraced you, I need you to embrace her. She is a part of our family now.”

Khial looked into those green eyes that he woke up to every morning, and the last thing he saw before he went to sleep each night. Dain was healthy. He would stay healthy. Khial had to admit that part of Dain’s recovery was due to Chanyn. With her second pair of hands added to his, Dain recovered in half the time. That fact should have made Khial bitter, but it didn’t. It couldn’t, when he looked into Dain’s healthy, determined face. Khial felt nothing but gratitude for Chanyn’s care and help.

“I’ll embrace her as family,” Khial acquiesced, “but not as anything else.”

Khial passed in front of Dain, anxious to get this night over. He was not enthused about watching his lover make love to another person. At least that’s what he told himself. His dick, on the other hand, throbbed at the thoughts he refused to have about the ordeal. He refused to remember Chanyn’s glistening skin, her chocolate dipped nipples, her parted lips…

Khial turned the handle.

On the other side of the door, Chanyn sat on the bed, fully clothed, though the silk covering her was scant. Alongside her sat the monk. When Khial opened the door, he spied their entwined hands, heads bent together in an intimate conversation. At Khial’s entrance, the monk’s fingers loosened on Chanyn’s, but as his eyes connected with Khial’s, Khial saw the monk change his mind. He re-clasped his hands with Chanyn’s and brought them both to standing. They looked like a united front.

For a moment, Khial wondered if the monk was going to go back on his word. Were they about to tell Khial and Dain that they were running away together?

Dain came in behind Khial.

The monk released one of Chanyn’s hands and bowed to both Dain and Khial. “Greetings, my lords, and felicitations on your bonding.”

Khial followed Dain’s eyes to the entwined hands of their wife and the monk, but Dain didn’t say anything about it. “Thank you, Brother Jian. Is our lady prepared?”

After his grand speech just a moment ago, Khial heard the nervousness return to Dain’s voice. Khial glanced over at Chanyn. He saw a tremble in her free hand. It appeared the only two people in the room who weren’t trembling or nervous were Khial and the monk.

“We are ready, my lord,” the monk spoke for Chanyn. “Will you join us in prayer?” The monk reached a hand towards Dain. Dain stepped up and took it.

They all looked expectantly at Khial. He looked at the circle of people: the man he loved, his wife, and the man she loved.

“I won’t be joining in,” said Khial. He went to the window, turning his back to the whole affair. The joke was on him. He could clearly see them all in the glass’ reflection. Khial stood on the outside looking in as Dain and Chanyn clasped hands with the monk and closed the circle.

The monk began his prayer.

“Maternal Goddess, I seek your presence as I align myself with one of your sacred daughters.

I offer my body as a vessel of your will and your grace.

The desire of my heart is pure and known to you.

I wish to please your daughter and garner your favor.

The miracle that pleases a woman and creates life is of your design, Divine Goddess.

With great anticipation, I align all of the energy systems of my body, my soul, and my mind with you.

I give thanks in advance for your blessings of this experience and know that I walk in the light of your sun and the fertility of your earth.

Ashe.”

“Ashe,” intoned Chanyn and Dain.

They stood silently, eyes closed, heads bowed in meditation. Then the monk took Chanyn’s hand and moved her towards the bed. The monk’s back was to Dain so he couldn’t see the questioning look he gave Chanyn. From the reflection of the glass, Khial saw Chanyn answer the monk with a trusting nod.

The monk pulled the ties of her gown and the material fell to the ground. Khial heard Dain gasp. Khial had seen Chanyn before, but still his fingers gripped the windowsill as he beheld her once more. She’d been sitting the last time Khial saw her so he hadn’t seen how perfectly proportioned she was. Large breasts, small waist, flaring hips and the triangle of curls below her navel.Khial had to swallow many times. His dick throbbed, begging him to turn around.

Khial closed his eyes and heard the bed creak indicating Chanyn climbed aboard.

“No, no,” came the monk’s gentle voice. “Do not disrobe just yet, my lord. We must prepare her.”

“I thought you said she was ready?” Dain’s voice was husky.

“I said she is prepared, my lord. We have to make her ready. A man may become aroused in an instant. That is not so with a woman. Come, let me show you.”

Khial’s senses were so aware that he heard Dain move closer to the bed. A moment later, he heard Chanyn’s small sigh.

“You’re doing very well, my lord,” encouraged the monk. “Only, a woman needs a slower, lighter touch. Like this.”

Chanyn let out something between a groan and a sigh. Khial could take it no longer. He opened his eyes and gaped at the reflection in the window.

Chanyn lay on the bed, Dain and the monk on either side of her, their hands gliding over her body. Khial saw Chanyn undulating under their touch. He clenched his hands once more.

The monk’s eyes roamed over and caught Khial’s eyes in the glass. The monk held Khial there as he continued moving his hands over Chanyn’s body. Khial looked away from the monk’s eyes and followed his hands as they went over Chanyn’s breasts. Then Khial’s eyes went back to the monk. The monk still looked at Khial’s reflection in the window. He said nothing, his face a mask of serenity.

“Now you may disrobe, my lord.”

Khial’s hand slipped off the window ledge from all the sweat gathered on his palm. The monk tore his gaze from Khial and his eyes landed on Dain. It had to be Khial’s imagination. The monk did not just smirk at Khial before turning his serene face to Dain.

Dain straightened, his fingers trembling once more.

Dain made quick work of his clothes and then stood before both Chanyn and the monk in all his naked glory. The throbbing of Khial’s dick became nearly unbearable now.

The monk slid behind Chanyn, sitting her up and cradling her in his arms. Khial saw him smile down at her, the look both supportive and an acknowledgement of love. It was that exchange, and not the fact that his bond mate and wife stood naked preparing to couple, that made Khial feel like a voyeur. He nearly looked away, but when Dain climbed on the bed and between Chanyn’s thighs, Khial had had enough.

He turned around.

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Author BioAbout the Author: Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandalous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!

Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.

Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.

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Excerpt and Giveaway: The Pleasure Hound (Part One) by Ines Johnson

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The Novel Approach is pleased to welcome Ines Johnson’s The Pleasure Hound blog tour today. Enjoy the excerpt she’s shared with us, then be sure to leave a comment to enter for a chance to win an e-copy of the book.

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