Greetings, everyone! Today I have the pleasure of being here with the four main characters of my novel, The Three Thieves and The Dom, book 3 of The Witches’ Mischief Series.
Please, allow me to introduce you to, Conall Dougal, Penelope Blackemoor, Isidora Quinn and Grace Tesh.
The group smiles and nods. Conall sits in the center of the couch, Penelope to his right and Isidora to his left. On the floor, at his feet sits Grace. Both women on the couch have an arm looped around Conall. Grace, dressed in a cream colored gown, sits close to Conall’s leg. He touches her head for an instant and I can’t help but notice the way her face lights up.
His piercing grey eyes find man and though he doesn’t speak a word I can tell he wants me to start the interview and stop staring at them.
Elyzabeth: Thank you for taking a moment to be here with us. Can you please tell the readers what is the best memory you have of the adventure you’ve just lived through?
Grace and Isidora immediately start giggling. Penelope on the other hand furrows her brow in concentration. A wolfish grin spreads across Conall’s face.
Elyzabeth: Are you all thinking about sex?
Conall joins the girl’s laughter as they nod, enthusiastically.
I: How can we not? His tactic to discover the truth from us was by seducing us.
G: Not a hard feat at all, to be honest. We were already in love with him and *she tilts her head toward Conall and feigns covering her mouth* have you looked at him?
There is clearly a playful warning in his tone as the blonde blushes and scoots closer to his leg.
P: I was not thinking about the sex.
Even though her voice is incredibly soft, we immediately turn our attention to her. She sits with her back straight and her hands neatly folded on her lap.
Elyzabeth: What were you thinking about Penelope?
P: I was thinking back to when Conall found me. He had entered my bedroom uninvited and I had demanded he leave immediately. Of course, he didn’t. *She smiles softly and cocks her head to the side, surreptitiously glancing at Conall from beneath her lashes* He told me he wasn’t going to go anywhere. He didn’t shout or speak forcefully. I remember looking at him and seeing the vulnerability. He was baring himself to him in a way that until that moment he’d never done before.
I can’t help grinning as Conall reaches out to cradle her cheek. She closes her eyes and he presses his mouth to hers. The kiss is brief but the smile on both their faces is one of serenity and sheer happiness.
Elyzabeth: What can you tell us about the witches?
C: I would not have recovered my heart had they not stumbled upon my path. I am eternally grateful for their help.
Conall pets Grace, then takes Isidora and Penelope’s hands and squeezes.
P: We are all grateful to them. Their first approach was a bit unorthodox. *she smiles* but, it rattled us.
Elyzabeth: I’d ask you about how you came up with your brilliant plan, Penelope, but I think the readers might prefer to actually read about. So, instead, and since you brought it up earlier, I’ll ask: favorite sex moment?
I: When Conall took me over his knee and spanked me.
She laughs a little breathlessly, her black curls bouncing slightly as she shifts in her seat.
G: When he caught up with me at the warehouse. We didn’t get far but his presence, his touch, I’d missed it so badly and then there he was, doing things to me.
P: I love taking him in my mouth. He thinks he’s in control but — *she bursts out laughing at Conall’s shocked expression*
Elyzabeth: How about you Conall?
C: All of them.
The girls start to protest but he quickly quiets them by lifting his hand.
All of them. I can’t pick only one. Every moment with them is a gift, every second spent by their side, touching them, kissing them, making love to them, simply sitting at their side, is a favorite in my book.
There’s a flurry of skirts and hair as the girls move to take turns kissing Conall. When they finally quiet back down, he’s grinning mischievously.
Then again, I do love spanking them, cropping them, giving them a little ginger root…
Elyzabeth: Okay, that’s enough. Thank you all for coming and thank you readers for reading. I hope you enjoy the love story of these four sex-crazed fiends. Until next time!
The Three Thieves and The Dom
(The Witches’ Mischief, 3)
Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.
Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.
But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction
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“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”
“Yes, Master Conall.”
“Were you frightened then?”
She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”
Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.
“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”
Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted. Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.
“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”
Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.
Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”
“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.
“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.
“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”
Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.
“Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”
He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.
Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.
“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”
Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.
“Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Master Conall, please.”
“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.
“Yes, you can.”
She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.
“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation. “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.
“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.
“I cannot, I don’t—”
“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.
They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door.
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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