genre: sci fi, menage, shared author series
length: novella
isbn# 978-1-59596-807-4
Price $4.49
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1032

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Tomak thinks his partner, Zaiden, is full of shit. His lover has brought him to Spaceport to meet some guru reported to heal addictions through meditation. Tomak doesn’t believe he has a problem, but an ultimatum by his manager has him agreeing to Zaiden’s crazy plan. Except the guru isn’t some ancient old man, she’s the hottest woman Tomak has seen since the groupies at the last TriZ tournament. And she’s making him meditate naked with her for eight hours a day. The cure may kill him, if his addiction doesn’t do it first.

Ioanne accepts Zaiden’s proposal to help his lover only because they grew up together as spaceport brats. And, she’s kind of always had a crush on him. But when she meets Zaiden’s lover, she realizes his perfect male body lends itself too well to her naked meditation therapy. It doesn’t take long for Ioanne to find that she’s the one with the bad habit — them.

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Excerpt

Zaiden reached for the knob, remembering the years he’d lived with her and hoping he wasn’t disturbing her. No doubt, she’d heard them come down the hallway and to their room. He closed his fingers around the doorknob, debating on whether to open it or not. Maybe she wasn’t even home.

He turned the handle. It clicked, and the door swung open, almost too easily. A single bed sat in the corner, a brightly printed comforter over it. A wardrobe similar to the one in their room sat across from it. Opening the door a bit farther, he took in several emerald and sapphire-colored pillows on the floor. And there, in the middle of them, sat Ioanne, naked.

Zaiden’s breath whooshed from his lungs. Ioanne sat with her head bent forward, her short cap of red hair barely covering her forehead and cheeks. Her small, high breasts showed no signs of age, and neither did her flat stomach. With the soles of her feet pressed together, her legs framed her smooth mound. His fingers itched to slide over all that silky skin and use his thumbs to part her folds to suckle the pearl nestled inside.

With her head tilted, he couldn’t see her lips and wondered if they were as lush as he remembered. He’d spent countless nights in bed, his fingers wrapped around his cock, thinking about what she’d look like on her knees, his shaft in her mouth. He stifled a groan.

At last she exhaled, a long breath that seemed to come from her very soul. When it finished, she lifted her head to look at him. Shock flashed in her gaze, though she studied him, taking in his hair, his body, all the way down to his feet, then back again. His work with the team had introduced him to weight training and fitness beyond a run around the station. He’d filled out, broadened and gained a few inches since they’d last seen each other. What did he look like to Ioanne now, and how did that compare to her memories of who he’d been?

Zaiden was aware he’d leaned in the doorway while he watched her, his ankles casually crossed, one hand tucked in his pocket. His erection tented the front of his slacks, clearly visible, and he could see her pink labia. He bet her clit was swollen, peeking from its hood, and he longed to tease it with his fingers… or his tongue.

Her breathing sounded harsh in the small room, quite the contrast from her deep, even meditation.

“You arrived. Welcome.” Her breathy voice hardened his cock even more.

“We did. Thank you again for working with Tomak. Your work is very well-known.”

She stood in a lithe movement that revealed her strength and flexibility. Grabbing a robe that lay over the end of the bed, she slipped it on, but not before he noted her hardened nipples.

Ioanne wanted him.

Forcing himself to think about his lover in the other room and ignore the blood pooling in his cock, he kept his attention focused on her face, not on the skin revealed by the opening of her robe or the way her damn nipples tented the fabric. This was going to be a very long visit if she insisted on meditating in the nude all the time. Part of him hoped for it, the other part dreaded it.

“Thank you. I do what I can to help. My order has taught me much. If you can give me about half an hour we can dine. Usually I eat in the meditation room if that’s all right with you.”

“Anything we can do to help?”

She shook her head. “Just relax. I’m sure you’ve had a trying trip.” Her easy dismissal of him indicated she wasn’t willing to talk about anything beyond the reason why they were here.

“We have. If you need anything you know where to find me.” If you need me to suck your nipples. If you need me to fuck you. Zaiden reined in his unruly thoughts.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks.” She closed the door before they could have any more awkward exchanges and, turning on his heel, Zaiden returned to his lover. And wondered how he’d deal with this renewed attraction to Ioanne.