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I’m super excited! Today, Rhiannon Ayers stopped by to talk about herself and her latest release, Demons Within.  This beautifully sexy book is now available at Bookstrand.com, Kobo, and Amazon.

Amazon Link: amzn.to/1ozc8Ec
Kobo Link: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/demons-within
Siren-BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/demons-within
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RAyersAuthor
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RhiannonAyersAuthor
Website: www.RhiannonAyers.com 

Demons Within

Allen Heras just landed his dream job, and he’s determined to make the most of this chance for a new life. Only there’s a problem: he can’t seem to stop lusting after his bosses. After suppressing his bisexuality his whole life, he can’t afford to let his hormones ruin his chances for success. Now, if he could just get his big head to convince the little one of that, he’d be just fine.
Sidri McKenna and Tatum McAlister have always known there was something missing between them: another man, one who could bear the love of two Doms. And they’ve chosen Allen to be that man. They’d always known it would be an uphill battle, convincing Allen that three people could make it in a long-term triad. But when the demons from Allen’s horrible past threaten their relationship, they realize that the real battle isn’t convincing Allen to love them—it’s convincing him he’s worth loving in the first place.

And if that short blurb doesn’t have you fanning yourself as you one-click.. the upcoming excerpts most certainly will! But first.. a little bit about Rhiannon. :-D

MR:  How long have you been writing?

RA:  I started making up stories and telling them to my friends when I was in kindergarten. Of course, back then it was called “lying,” lol. In third grade, I wrote a short story for a class assignment. It was called George Groundhog, and followed a group of talking animal friends on a hilarious adventure. My teacher loved it so much, he encouraged me to write more stories about George, and he would have me read them to the class whenever I finished a new one. That was my very first series. I finally realized I wanted to be a writer when I was twelve, which is when I wrote my first epic adventure fantasy novel. Thanks to the wonders of technology, that story will never see the light of day, and you should all be grateful, lol. But it was a start, and I’ve learned a lot about my craft over the years. All in all, I would say I’ve been a writer and aspiring author for about 25 years, give or take (and no, you cannot ask how old I am , lol).

MR: Name a few of your favorite authors? Who would you go absolutely “fangirl” over?

RA:  I recently had the opportunity to meet my hero, Jayne Rylon. Her book Spread Your Wings was the very first ménage romance I ever read, and it was the reason I decided to try my hand at writing ménage romance. If not for her, I don’t know if I would be a published author today. When I met her, I went all goofy, completely unable to speak in coherent sentences. She was incredibly nice to a star struck newbie, though. I’ve since exchanged several emails with her, and we are friends on Facebook. I sent her a copy of Demons Within, and she promptly replied with a screen shot showing it on her iPad. I did a happy dance around my bedroom, lol.

Other favorite erotica authors include Joey W. Hill and Cameron Dane. Both of them are absolutely mesmerizing. I want to be them when I grow up, lol.

Mainstream author favorites would be Raymond Feist, Robin Hobb, Glen Cook, Angus Wells, Mercedes Lackey, Terry Goodkind, Anne Bishop, and Tanya Huff, just to name a few.

MR: What genre do you know you could never enjoy writing?

RA:  Plain-jane mainstream anything. I am not a literary-minded author, lol. I prefer hot and sexy over heartwarming any day.

MR: Where do your best ideas come from?

RA: Character ideas come from just listening to people talk to each other. I’m a terrible eavesdropper in public places. I love listening to speech mannerisms and trying to pinpoint education levels, background, regional affiliations, and cultural standards just from hearing people talk. You can learn a lot about society that way. Some of my favorite characters come from real people I’ve met.

Story ideas…Honestly, I have no idea where those come from, lol. Probably a conglomeration of things, from the books I read to the movies I watch to the experiences of my own life. Sometimes scenes pop into my head and I have to figure out a story to go with them. Perhaps if I knew where they came from, I could shut them up. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have other people’s lives running through your brain? lol

MR: What are you working on now?

Book 2 of the For Love of Authority Series, called Angel Without, has a tentative release date of August 5. I just finished the edits for that one, so we’ll see what the good folks at Siren have to say about those before we get a final release date.

Book 3 in the For Love of Authority series is number one on my current project list. Saints United is very much a work-in-progress, so I don’t want to give any plot snippets away. I will say that it is MMF, just like the other two books, and it has some hot sex scenes and sincere emotional drama.

I’m also working on a brand new series, which will be urban fantasy set in the not-too-distant future. Shifters and angels and magical creatures, oh my!

MR:  Are you a total shut-in when you write? Or do you like to be around people? (Starbucks, etc)

RA: I get so lost in my own head when I’m writing, it would be pointless for me to even try to be around other people, lol. Unless they did a naked tap-dance on my desk, I probably wouldn’t even notice them. Unless it was Channing Tatum. That man can interrupt me any day, lol.

MR: Give me your list of favorites:

Food? Peanut Butter and Strawberry Jelly Sandwiches

Music? Everything. Literally. My playlists on iTunes look like a music store threw up on them, lol.

TV show? I rarely if ever watch TV, but when I do, I like crime dramas like NCIS and Law & Order SVU

Hobby? I make jewelry and clay figurines. I also sew, scrapbook, design websites, and read.

Color? Cerulean, which is a fancy word for blue. My favorite color palette would be a fall scheme, with reds and oranges and yellows and browns.

Season? Fall. Gotta love those colors!

Without further adieu, I present two short excerpts from Demons Within:

 STORY EXCERPT

Allen could definitely come to love this place.
But that wasn’t the half of what he was coming to love. The man and woman who were quickly overtaking his entire world were climbing that slope with staggering ease. Which was amazing, when he started considering how little he actually knew about them. Sidri, he knew mostly from work and the few social encounters they’d had over the last couple of years. Tatum, he’d only spoken to via phone or e-mail. Sure, they’d had dozens of conversations over the years, and he had heard tons of stories about both of them. But he’d never had the opportunity to simply hang out with them, never gotten the chance to just talk to them. And he’d never had the experience of seeing them together—or seeing how they interacted with someone like Allen.
Allen smiled, laughing at himself silently. He honestly hadn’t known what to expect, what it would be like to be the sole focus of two über-Alpha individuals. He’d had brief, uncomfortable visions of being totally controlled, of having every thought and action dictated for him. Eat this, go here, do that—no decision left to himself. The thought had made him instinctively shy away. He’d fought hard for his personal freedom, after all.
Fortunately, those half-formed fears couldn’t be further from the truth. With the two of them watching over him, taking care of him, he could almost begin to feel…cherished. Respected. Desired.
Loved.
He shivered, and Sidri caressed his biceps without looking over at him. She was curled on the couch like a contented cat, watching reruns of her favorite show, The West Wing.He glanced over at Tatum, who sat in the easy chair closest to the arm of the couch Allen rested against, and received a small smile. Allen grinned, sighing with pleasure.
They were nothing like he expected. In the grand scheme of things, what they did for him didn’t appear to add up to much. But for Allen, it was a revelation of how wonderful his future could be.
Small things. Simple things. Like when Tatum brought them food earlier. He’d heaped two plates with Asian delicacies, setting them on the table with a wink and a flourish, before retrieving the plate he’d made for himself. Allen’s mouth had watered as he discovered Orange Beef, Kung Pao Chicken, and Happy Family vegetable medley. Then he had noticed that all the beans and sprouts had been removed from his portion—he’d glanced at Sidri and Tatum’s plates, just to be sure. Apparently, Sidri had told Tatum how much Allen hated beans and sprouts, and the big man had taken it upon himself to pick them out, one by one, before serving Allen his plate. It was such a small thing, such a simple gesture. But it rocked Allen to the core.
There were other things. Like when they settled in front of the TV after eating and talking for a good two hours. Tatum had snapped up the remote, earning a death-glare from Sidri, which he answered with a self-satisfied smirk. He’d flipped through the channels, obviously looking for something in particular, and eventually settled on one of Allen’s favorite guilty pleasures—a BBC crime drama. Allen knew—again, via Sidri—that Tatum absolutely detested crime dramas unless they featured lots of hot chicks wearing very little. He would never voluntarily watch one. Yet he’d stopped on the show without a single sign of discomfort, settling into his chair with a contented sigh.
Throat tight, Allen had snatched up the remote after the episode ended, quickly locating a sports show he knew both he and Tatum liked. The big man grinned appreciatively, and soon all three of them were arguing with the commentators and heaping ridicule on each other’s favorite players. With the Super Bowl happening tomorrow, everyone was focused on whose quarterback would make the most plays, which defenders would make the most sacks. It tickled him, listening to Sidri detail each player’s stats and list her ideas on how different plays should be run. That she obviously loved football just as much as her men made him love her that much more.
After sports, it was Sidri’s turn to hog the remote, a fact both men argued against vociferously. Grinning, she’d flipped through the channels, stopping on every chick-flick she found just to hear them groan. When she finally settled on The West Wing, he and Tatum quieted, content to let her have her way for now.
It was fun. Easy. Relaxed. Except for the thick undercurrent of constant, evolving sexual tension, he could almost believe they were just old college buddies, hanging out.
But that sexual tension was always there, under the surface.
When he’d returned from the kitchen, lips swollen and swimming in a haze of lust and anticipation, Sidri had taken one look at his rumpled state and said, “Damn, I wish I could have watched that.”
He’d blushed profusely and mumbled something about changing clothes—with his jeans’ button now lost somewhere on the kitchen floor, his pants were riding disconcertingly low. But Sidri and Tatum, who had just walked into the room carrying three Cokes, both instantly forbid him from doing any such thing.
“You’re so fucking sexy right now,” Tatum had breathed as Sidri nodded appreciatively. Both pairs of eyes were fastened to his waistline, where the now-zipped jeans still gaped at the top.
Sidri licked her lips, looked up at him through her lashes. “I want you to wear those jeans the whole time we’re here. Understand?”
A blush heated his ears as both of them voiced their approval of the idea, closing the subject as far as they were concerned. So Allen had been forced to wear the evidence of Tatum’s inability to wait to get his hands on Allen’s cock, the evidence of the man’s sheer brute strength. And every time he stood up, sat down, or simply walked across the room, his jeans, which were now loose enough to slip down to the points of his hips, rubbed against his hard-on.

ADULT EXCERPT

Tatum headed straight for the freezer instead of making good on his offer to get them all food. He yanked open the door and shoved his face inside, a hard gasp shuddering out of him as the ice-cold air washed over his over-heated skin.
Too much. He wanted Allen too much. He stood with eyes shut tight, letting the frigid air try to cool the raging inferno of lust inside him. God help him, how would he ever manage to control himself?
A tentative, light-fingered touch on Tatum’s shoulder had him jumping and whirling around instantly. Allen stood behind him, eyes soft even as his hands trembled at his sides. As Tatum watched, Allen licked his lips and swallowed hard.
“I may not understand all this,” the smaller man said in a deep, sexy rumble that had Tatum’s balls drawing up tight, “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here.” He paused, laughed self-consciously. “I feel like a teenager, out on a first date. I don’t know what to do with myself, what I’m supposed to do.”
Tatum melted instantly, but Allen cut him off before he could offer reassurance. “This is all new to me, Tatum. Until last night, I didn’t even think anything like this was even remotely possible. So I’m nervous, and jumpy, and scared as all get-out.” He took a deep breath. “But I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t something I wanted. And right now…” Allen looked down briefly, then speared Tatum with suddenly hot, chocolate-brown eyes.
“Right now, I want you to kiss me, the way you kissed her,” he said in a hushed tone. Then he gulped, licked that bottom lip again, and whispered, “Please.”
Tatum pounced.
He mashed their lips together almost violently, shoving both hands through Allen’s thick black hair so he could grip the man’s skull and control the angle of penetration. With deep, sure strokes of his tongue, he explored every inch of that hot mouth, the sweet taste mainlining sugar straight to his bloodstream. Allen whimpered, his trembling fingers threading through Tatum’s belt loops as he sought an anchor.
Tatum groaned, forcing Allen to step backward until he fetched up against the door to the pantry. Tatum used his greater weight to hold Allen captive against the unforgiving hard surface, kissing the man desperately. That Allen responded, kissing him back for all he was worth, just made Tatum that much hotter. Harder.
With both hands, he reached down and took hold of Allen’s muscular thighs. He lifted the smaller man straight up, raising him to a level where Tatum didn’t have to bend so far to reach those sinful lips. Then he slammed their chests together, holding Allen suspended between himself and the door, his feet off the ground. Allen gasped into his mouth, both hands flying up to circle Tatum’s shoulders as he held on for dear life.
Tatum reached up with one hand and pried Allen’s fingers from his collar, kissing him all the while. Then he guided that hand up and out, finally wrapping the other man’s fingers around a convenient hook on the pantry door. It was supposed to hold bags of potatoes, or other such ordinary kitchen items. Now it gave his soon-to-be-lover an anchor that wouldn’t move. When he had Allen’s fingers firmly in place, he squeezed gently, letting him know Tatum wanted them to stay there. Allen complied with a deep, guttural groan that Tatum swallowed hungrily.
With unencumbered access, Tatum ran his free hand down Allen’s arm, over his chest, and made for the button on his jeans. Allen convulsed in his arms, panting between kisses, obviously reeling from the savagery of Tatum’s assault on his mouth and body. But Tatum couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop. He needed to do this.
With a growl of imperative male frustration, he ripped the fucking button clean off Allen’s jeans. They both heard the small piece of metal clang on the Italian tile floor, listened to it roll and hitch up against the far counter. With that out of the way, all that was left was his zipper. Tatum yanked it down in one swift motion and reached his hand inside Allen’s shorts.
Allen shouted into Tatum’s mouth as he finally, finally got his hands on that long, thick shaft. Jesus, the man was hung, his cock a perfect handful for a man Tatum’s size. Allen was painfully aroused, dripped pre-cum everywhere, providing Tatum with more than enough lubrication to begin the quick, fast hand-job he’d intended from the start. Allen’s whole body jerked with every hard stroke, his thighs clenching against Tatum’s legs where the taller man held him up. Tatum pulled ruthlessly, holding nothing back, jerking the man in his arms off as if his life depended on it.
Not once did he stop kissing him. Tatum was dizzy, light-headed from lack of air, but he couldn’t bring himself to release those intoxicating lips. He pressed his full weight against the man pinned to the door and growled with pleasure every time Allen jerked in his arms.
When Allen was panting, gasping, mewling, Tatum used his own hips to brace them both and used his other hand to yank his polo shirt up, exposing his abs. He pressed the head of Allen’s cock to his own stomach, tore his lips away, and whispered, “Come.”
Allen detonated.
Fiery blasts of cum decorated Tatum’s belly even as his own orgasm shot molten lava through his veins. He moaned, long and low, his forehead jammed against Allen’s as they both panted and shook with the force of their mutual release. He held onto Allen’s cock while the younger man pulsed and released wave after wave of hot, sticky seed all over Tatum’s body.
When it was over, they were both panting, trembling with the aftermath. At last, Tatum let the man slide down his body until his feet touched the ground. He stood there, panting, holding them both upright even though every one of his muscles wanted to melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor.