#EroticRomance #GLBT #FirstChapters PASSION’S FIRE by #author Jenna Rose Ellis @ChainedHeartsPb #TRRezine #Ezine




“Fantastic read, I look forward to more books from Jenna. I really enjoyed Claire and Michael and Sam and James also. Heartwarming. ” ~ Crystal Sin, on Amazon

“Awesome! I like how understanding Michael is of Claire, how he soothes her and bolsters her courage and confidence regarding her sexuality. Great hero, and totally made the book for me. Would that all men are like him. I like his vulnerability toward the end, and Claire is so naughty to tease him…” ~ Ashia, on GoodReads




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Three’s a crowd. Four is passion incarnate.

Her cousin’s plan sounds just like what the doctor ordered: Spend time–much naked time–with a hunky man or three to forget her vile ex, who’d called her a cold fish or worse. Claire’s determined to prove him wrong.

And prove him she does–in an incredible foursome that stretched her boundaries and gave her more orgasms than her ex ever did.

When she finds herself falling for one of the guys, would one man be enough for her or would she need all three men to ignite passion’s fire?

Product Warnings: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language and sexual situations such as m/m pairing, four-way sex involving m/f/m/m pairing, and triple penetration.and triple penetration.

Chapter One

Claire shifted her feet impatiently as raucous men’s laughter drifted out from beneath the closed door. Oh God. Her pulse speeded up and she could hear her heartbeat loud in her ears. There was more than one of them in there.

She wished, oh she wished he would be here—

The door jerked open, and Claire found herself staring into the attractive face of the man she’d seen before at Frank’s wedding, a face that had set her heart beating with unaccustomed rhythm three weeks ago and which was having the same effect on her tonight.

It was him. He had come.

“Yes? You’re the woman Jenny texted us about? We thought you weren’t coming.” He came a step forward and looked at her closely. He snapped his fingers. “You’re Frank’s and Jenny’s cousin, right?”

“You know me?” She was horrified to hear her voice squeak. He knew her from Frank’s wedding? She couldn’t quite credit it. But if not from there, then from what occasion did he identify her? They certainly hadn’t met before, and she knew Jenny hadn’t revealed her identity in the text messages.

Perhaps she had left a little impression on him after all.

“But of course. Claire Gilliard. What red-blooded man wouldn’t remember Frank’s very sexy cousin?”

His voice was too smooth and too charming. That was probably how he enticed women into his bed. Unfortunately for him, its effect on her was the opposite, and she saw past his words to the logic behind.

“All right,” she said wryly. “Let’s cut the crap. I look enough like Frank and Jenny to be their sister, and you have probably heard enough about me from them to remember my name, seeing as I’m his only cousin. I’ll be honest and tell you I’ve seen you at the wedding.”

The understatement of the day. Having her fantasy man appear in front of her had already placed her at a disadvantage, and she wasn’t giving this man more bullets to throw at her.

“But you don’t remember my name.” He finished the thought she deliberately left hanging, because she would’ve been lying if she’d said it. This way, she needn’t confirm or disprove his assumption. His deep-set brown eyes twinkled. “Ouch. My ego’s hurt.”

“I daresay you’ll survive.”

“Michael Lane.”

I know.

She didn’t think he’d bow but he did. “I’ll introduce you to the other guys in a minute. Come in, Miss Gilliard. Allow me to get your bag.” He stooped, picked up her overnight carrier and gestured for her to precede him into the cottage.

She went in, conscious of his presence behind her. She took her time looking around the tiny living room, though the cottage hadn’t changed much since she was here a few months ago. She was buying time for herself, because she didn’t know what to do.

How did one start a one-night stand?

Jenny did say she hoped more than one man would answer the call so that Claire could have several men to choose from. Should she ask Michael to arrange the men to parade in their swim trunks and evening clothes, like those in the beauty pageants, so she could judge and make a decision from among them? On the other hand, why bother when the man she wanted was right there—

The cottage door slammed shut behind her.

She pasted a bright smile on her lips and turned. “Which bedroom should I use?”

He quirked an eyebrow and set down her bag. He walked the few steps toward her with such predatory grace that her heart thudded against her rib cage and her shoulder bag slid to the floor from her nerveless hand, the strap having slipped down her shoulder ages ago. His lazy gaze strayed from her head down to her toes and lingered at some prominent places that had her tingling, something she hadn’t experienced before. He stopped in front of her and stared at her with a faint smile, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. “Maybe you should share mine.”

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