Twice the Chance, Twice the Ecstasy
by Dakota Trace
GENRE: Erotic Romance/Menage
Divorcee, Eryka Demonte, wants to find the sexual gratification that had been lacking in her marriage. So she’s willing to try anything, including signing up to meet two potential lovers at what used to be an abandoned resort in West Caicos. Now run by the reclusive Ms. Calypso, Club Ecstasy Caicos boasts of the most lavish accommodations and sinful temptations. Eyrka just prays the resort’s owner knows her business, because Eryka’s in desperate need of someone with the right touch.
Business partners and lovers, Luca Reed and Dre Bennet are anxious to celebrate their upcoming anniversary. Together for nearly twenty years, they want something special…and naughty. Dre thinks he’s found it when he receives a mysterious email from a Ms. Calypso. She’s preparing to open her newest exotic resort and would like them to come and test out the amenities. Eager for a tropical vacation complete with a beautiful woman, both men agree, never expecting they’ve been set up by a matching making Goddess with an agenda of her own.
Standing with his legs parted as he were standing on the rolling deck of the Dutchman, Warren Jones’s gaze, one half of the fabled Davvy Jones, held nothing but anger and resignation. Behind him, David aka Davvy Amboise, the other half of the duo, crossed his arms over his chest, his expression completely closed off. For once the helpmate she’d gifted Warren with, was siding with his captain. Maybe she shouldn’t have rejected their ultimatum out of hand. But what did they expect? She was a goddess — the mighty Calypso— the owner of half a dozen hedonistic sex resorts scattered throughout the Caribbean! What did she know about human love?
Enough to know that humans couldn’t be trusted to not betray their lovers.
Her anger at their audacity, pushed away thoughts of the last time she’d risked her heart for a chance to break her curse. She still couldn’t believe they thought they could force her to prove they were more than a convenient fuck by making six love matches. And to up the ante, she only had six months to do it in - before they were once more called before her father. If she won, the pay-off was worth it. They’d re-up. But if she failed? They’d be done.
I’ve been writing professionally since 2008, but when I’m not clacking away at the keyboard, you
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