Samhain Publishing

Mimosa Night

Recipe for a Mimosa Night: Take a few libations to loosen inhibitions, mix them with meddling college friends, add in an innocent game of dice, and the result is a steamy cocktail of erotic desires.

Since her husband’s military deployment, Reba has been plagued by dark, secret fantasies. Never before has she had such scandalously carnal needs—needs she can barely share with her husband, let alone anyone else. But her tenacious friends enlist the help of mysterious otherworld partners until she spills every spicy detail.

During an intimate reunion of college friends, three women share details of their own scorching real-life sexual experiences and the subsequent changes in their lives to help one friend find fulfillment. Things really start to sizzle, though, with an unexpected invitation, a mysterious delivery, and a once-in-a-lifetime offer Reba can’t refuse.

From cowboys and porn stars to floggers and psi vamps, these ladies sure know how to unleash their fantasies.

Margarita Day

Jodi Matthews is the consummate gamer. One crazy night she let her hair down, stripped off her clothes, and anteed up for a night of poker and wild fantasy sex. Now she has three alpha players hot to win her hand.

Conner is a walking wet dream ready to share his vision of the future. Wiz, a high roller looking for a cherished pet to adorn his arm, while John’s an average Joe who can turn Jodi inside out with a simple look.

No matter what card she chooses, Jodi risks losing something. The life she loves working as a Vegas dealer or some close friends. Maybe both.

From champagne and diamonds to mysterious parties and private jets, Jodi must accept herself and what her heart’s always known. The Smut Squad is there, ready and willing to fortify her courage and orchestrate a daring hunt for the ultimate stakes.

The only thing is—this is no game, and the jackpot will be even better than her wildest dreams.

Copyright © 2007 Nicole Austin and T.K. Winters
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Jackie passed out flutes of champagne mixed with orange juice to each of her friends. “Let’s have a toast,” she said, raising her glass. “To the best friends anyone could ask for!”

The others raised their glasses in salute, the sound of fine crystal ringing in the air as they touched them together. “To best friends.”

After getting everything set up, they changed into comfortable sleepwear and sprawled casually across the mattresses, reliving old times together. The mimosas they sipped on slowly worked their magic, relaxing them.

“Hey!” Jackie set aside her drink. “Do y’all remember them pictures of nekkid men we used to collect?” Hands behind her back, she began feeling around, searching for something.

“Oh yeah, do I ever.” Jodi’s eyes lit with excitement. “All those luscious men with water running down their ripped bodies.” She sighed, lost in her memories.

“Mmmmm…and the cowboys,” Katie moaned.

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy!” Reba chimed in and giggled.

Jackie, now balanced on the edge of the mattress, one hand on the floor, the other stretching for something just out of her reach, tipped her head back and yelled out “Yeeeeee…” She teetered precariously for a moment, went ass over tea kettle, ending with a muffled, “…haw, shit.”

Laughter reverberated across the walls of the room as friendly hands reached out to help Jackie back on to the mattresses. Once they were all settled and had caught their breath, Jackie tossed a four-inch thick three-ring binder in the center of the bed. In neat letters across the front was written ‘Cockalicious’.

“Lookie what I brought with me, ladies.”

“Ohmigod!” Reba laughed. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yup,” Jackie nodded. “And I’ve been adding to it all these years.”

“Get out!” Reba grabbed the binder their friend, Sugar-Girl, had started back in college. “Let me see that.” Flipping open the cover, her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Oh girl…yum-my! Do you know who these two are?” A red flush began to creep over her cheeks.

“Oh yeah, sure do.” Jackie pointed to the picture of a man’s gloriously naked backside. “This hunk is the magnetic, sexy-as-sin, Devon Fontaine, owner of Fontaine’s erotic dance club.”

The blue-tinted photo had an edgy feel to it, giving the impression its subject took being a wicked bad boy to the extreme. Dark brown hair cascaded between broad shoulders. Solid black flames were tattooed on his back in a V-shape, starting low on his spine and broadening out as they rose to his shoulders. Leather boots, banded with straps and buckles, covered his legs, ending right below the magnificent curve of his ass. Devon’s arms, corded with thick sinew, were held with the elbows bent in such a way, the viewer wondered if he was gripping his cock in his hands.

“And this, ladies,” Jackie pointed to the opposite page, “is his equally gorgeous business partner, Jeremy Sauvage.”

The other photo revealed a man more cosmopolitan and less extreme until the penetrating look in his gray eyes mesmerized the onlooker. Those eyes got to Reba each time she saw his picture. His long-sleeved shirt and pants were as black as his rakishly styled hair. His firm jaw was shadowed by a beard, and a mustache framed the seductive curve of his upper lip, giving him a dark, sultry look.

Jeremy lay casually on a couch, one arm pillowing his head, the other lying along his torso, hand disappearing inside the open waist of his trousers. The light dusting of hair over his chiseled pecs and abs narrowed down to a trail that disappeared beneath his hand and left the observer to her imagination.

“I had to pay big time for those two pictures,” Jackie said, breaking the spell that seemed to have mesmerized her friends.

“Devon Fontaine?” Jodi wrestled the book from Reba’s tight grasp. “Let me see that. I think I’ve heard of him before.”

A thoughtful look crossed Katie’s face. “Didn’t I read someplace that those two own a nightclub in California?”

Reba blushed two shades brighter and swallowed hard. “Um, yes. I-I think it’s close to here. B-but I wouldn’t know for sure.” There was no way she’d let on to her friends how close the club was, or that Devon and Jeremy starred in her fantasies. The only one who even had a clue about her desires was James. She’d ended up telling him a little about them in an email.

It still amazed Reba how much closer she and her husband had become during this time apart. Somehow the distance had allowed them to open up and share some of their darker desires, like James’s craving to experiment with the flogger.

Three pairs of eyes studied her curiously before Jackie said, “Ya don’t say? Here in San Francisco? Well, imagine that…”

Reba, enthralled by the pictures in Jodi’s lap, didn’t notice the big smiles the other girls shared.

Jodi flipped the page. “Dang, now we’re talking. Get me a rope to tie these cowboys up. There’s just something about cowboys,” she sighed.

Katie reached out and grabbed the notebook from Jodi. “Oh honey, they’re nice, but they ain’t nothing. Why last month I…” Suddenly remembering herself, she cleared her throat. Not only was she about to reveal too much information, but she was beginning to sound like one of her cowboys, using phrases like “ain’t nothing”. “Um, never mind.”

Jackie snagged the notebook from Katie. “Oh really, lawyer gal? Hey Jodi, didn’t you say you brought a set of dice?”

Jodi gave a big smile and nodded.

“Well then, I think it’s time to play, and Katie’s first. Hand her the die, honey.”

Katie rolled her eyes. “In your dreams, you Texan hussy!”

“Oh come on, Katie,” Reba laughed. “Old times, dorm rooms, remember?” She smiled evilly. “Toss her the die, Jodi.”

Reaching into the snug bodice of her nightgown, Jodi pulled out a red die with white spots and tossed it to Katie. “Looks like you’re up, counselor.”

Katie caught the die, and with a pretend pout, grumbled under her breath. “Fine, but I can’t believe the things I’m being forced to do for old time’s sake.” She tossed the die in the center of the bed, all the while mumbling in mock protest.

Jodi watched the die tumble through the air, one side of her lips tilted upward in a playful smirk. “Like we’re twisting your arm.”

The die rolled to a stop, five white spots facing up. “Well damn, an odd number. How ’bout that,” Jackie drawled. “Looks like a real sex story for you, lawyer gal! Do you fancy lawyer types even have sex?” The taunt earned a chuckle from the other women.

“You have no idea, girlfriend. No idea at all.” Katie stared intently at the pictures of the cowboys for a moment. “Okay. I would have told you this tonight anyway, but now I’ll tell all of it instead of only some.”

The four friends moved their heads closer together, every eye on Katie. They didn’t want to miss a word of her tale.

“Well, it all started a little more than a month ago. I was long overdue for a vacation and totally needed a break from work. Some time away when I didn’t have to think about other people’s problems and could do what I wanted to. I signed up for one of those fantasy dude ranch experiences, and there were these two cowboys…”

“Shall we get ready for the party?” Wiz questioned when they finished the meal. She nodded and he took her hand, escorting Jodi up the grand, winding staircase to her room. She became jittery and nervous as he opened each box, moving tissue paper out of the way to reveal the outfit he’d decided she would wear to the mysterious party.

“You are going to look fabulous in this outfit, Jodi.”

Wiz held up a scrap of black leather with swirled silver accents. It was similar to a bustier, only with about half the material missing. She presumed it was some sort of top because of the shoulder straps, but Jodi wasn’t certain.

The back of the garment was laced with black ribbon. When he turned it around, Jodi gasped. There were two small silver-ringed holes which would leave her nipples exposed, and the neckline dipped low. At least half of her generous breasts would be hanging out.

“What the hell is that?” And did he really expect her to wear it…in public? Holy shit!

“Bondage wear,” he casually responded and lifted another small scrap of leather from the box.

The second item appeared respectable at first. In fact, it appeared to be a pair of boy-cut pants with the same silver accents as the top. At least, until she got a look at the crotch, or more appropriately, the lack of crotch. A big gaping hole was positioned where her privates would fit into the obscene garment. Fine silver chains ran from front to back. Her imagination filled in how those would look covering her newly denuded pussy.

“Um, Wiz…” Jodi began, but he produced the next item and she started laughing. The black vinyl platform boots he held up could have come from a porn star’s wardrobe. “You’ve got to be kidding, Wiz! If I try to walk in those, I’m gonna face plant within the first few steps.” His other hand held black fishnet thigh-high stockings, which rounded out the bizarre ensemble. “I like the stockings, though. Cute!”

Jodi flopped onto the bed, too stunned to be graceful. The wicked grin kicking up the corners of Wiz’s mouth had her grinning back. “Want to give me a few details about this um…party?”

Wiz sighed in resignation. “As I’ve already told you, the party is at a friend’s house. It is a private gathering for a group of us who share similar tastes in swinging, bondage, dominance and submission, along with a bit of sadomasochism.”

Jodi was sure her jaw had to be hanging open all the way to the floor. “Oh. My. God. You mean like in the books?” Even though she’d begun to suspect Wiz’s darker side—how could she not with all of John’s hints—she still felt shocked. Or maybe she was titillated by the idea?

“We get together in a safe environment to indulge our desires. Trusted staff members monitor the proceedings to ensure everything is safe, sane and consensual. Each member of the group is regularly tested for sexual diseases, and all practice safe sex.”

Wow! It was a lot to take in. Wiz and his friends were into bondage and all that stuff? She’d read books about D/s and even had fantasies of being spanked, but had never been brave enough to do more than fantasize about how it would feel. And now Wiz wanted to take her to this party as…

“What is my role in all of this? You want to parade me around half naked in front of your friends, tie me up and perform your wicked sex games with me?” She almost burst out laughing.

Wiz lifted a large velvet box and held it out before Jodi. Her stomach clenched, but she realized it was too big to contain another ring. Taking the box, she peeked inside.

“Um, Wiz…” Jesus, she was beginning to sound like a broken record, but how was she supposed to respond to all this? A wide black leather choker lay inside. The necklace was accented with swirly silver bits to match the rest of the outfit, and interspersed with oval shaped pieces of smoky topaz. At least they weren’t diamonds and the topaz would look good with her eyes. She slipped her finger through a large silver ring in the center of the necklace. “What’s this for?”

He held up a matching leash. “You’ll go as my pet and be introduced to my lifestyle. I don’t expect you to participate in the activities. For tonight, you’ll observe and learn.”

He wanted to take her to an exclusive BDSM sex party on a leash like a dog. She stared up at this man she called friend and studied his face. She hadn’t really looked at him closely since he boarded the plane. So much had been happening at once. Jodi noticed there was a slight abrasion on his cheek and his nose was a bit swollen and red. Humph. Things began to click into place.

“Did John know what kind of party it is?” she asked.

Wiz pursed his lips and his forehead creased. “You might say that.”

Jodi ignored the little flip-flop her heart did at the thought of John. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and tried to hold back a smile. “Looks like you conversed with a fist, Wiz.”

He hung his head. “You might say that, too. John was very adamant that I tell you upfront about this particular party.” He looked back up. “He was right, and I was wrong.”

She watched him silently as he turned away and strode to the window. “I want you to come and see my lifestyle, Jodi. I know there isn’t any reason for you to, but…I still want you to come.”

She stood up and walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m not really angry, Wiz, just shocked. I’m not going to say yes or no right now. I need to think about it.” Jodi ushered him out of the room. “I promise I’ll make decision and let you know in time for the party.”

Time to call on the Smut Squad for some friendly support and advice.