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Is not always sexy.
In a monogamous relationship, perhaps, that word ‘Mine’ can make a girl feel like she’s someone special. So many alpha heroes are incredibly possessive, but in a ménage, that possessiveness can be a problem. It’s hard to know how you’ll feel about the situation until you’re in it, but once you are, there needs to be a balance between the people in the relationship. An acceptance that each person has their place, that love has no bounds.
Not all of us are built that way though. In the first Dartmouth Cobra book, Oriana Delgado falls in love with THREE men. All three are strong, alpha males, but Max Perron is the most easy going of the bunch. The one who, at first, has the only say besides Oriana in what’s acceptable. He’s her first real love and the confidence he shows in her, the way he doesn’t feel threatened by the other men, is sexy as hell to me. Looking back at the men in my life, I can’t see many saying ‘Yeah, it’s cool that you want someone else. I know it doesn’t mean you love me any less.’
They all give off that ‘Mine’ vibe. Hell, there were times when they’d get paranoid over me going out with my girlfriends. Looking sexy, without them there to lay claim? So not okay.
A lot of things are appealing in fantasy. To me, being claimed is one of those things. I feel stifled very easily by overly imposing men. I don’t get jealous—yeah, I’m a little weird—so I’ve actually had beta readers point out that in some situations, even my loving, understanding men will have those little insecurities. Those times when that ugly green monster rears its head and says ‘That’s my woman!’
To some extent, it is natural. We all guarded our toys carefully in the sandbox as children and had to be told by our mother’s that it’s nice to share. In a ménage, it’s not just nice, it’s erotic. Fun. But emotions make things complicated. Where do you draw the line? When does it go from ‘I accept the other man in your life’ to ‘I really couldn’t care less?’
I think the only way to find that balance is for the men—or women—in the ménage to have a relationship as well. Not all will be sexually involved, and that’s fine, but they should be able to communicate. To put the person they love ahead of jealousy and resentfulness. To come straight out and be honest when they feel like they’re missing out. Like they’ve been put on the backburner.
In Offside, we see what happens when the communication breaks down. I’ve taken a lot of heat for one HFN falling apart, but that’s the way I write. Some people saw it coming. Didn’t make it hurt any less to see what the characters went through, but reality isn’t always pretty. Sometimes the puzzle pieces don’t fit together, and when that happens, the ‘mine’ becomes, ‘not mine anymore’.
If you haven’t read Offside, and don’t like spoilers, don’t read the excerpt below. I haven’t shared this excerpt publicly before, but I think it’s perfect with this post.
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A pace ahead of the play can send you back to the start. And put everything you’ve worked for at risk.
Single mother and submissive Rebecca Bower abandoned her career as a sports reporter to become a media consultant with her brother’s hockey team. A failed marriage to a selfish man makes her wary of getting involved with another. Unfortunately, chemistry is hard to deny, and all her hormones are dancing when she gets close to the Cobra’s sniper, Scott Demyan.
Zachary Pearce ‘came out’ to the world last season to shift attention away from a teammate. And his one night with Scott Demyan had been unsettling. There could be more there, if only Scott was a different person. Instead, a night of sensual BDSM play with Becky leaves him wanting more, but she thinks he’s gay and questions his interest. It’s been a long time since a woman has attracted him both as a man and a Dom, and he’ll do everything in his power to prove she’s the only one he needs. Or wants. His one time with Scott was a mistake.
Scott might have forgotten what happened in his childhood, but the effects linger, and he specializes in drunken one-night stands…until he meets Zach and Becky and sees what he’s missing. But neither one believes Scott can be faithful. Although he’s trying hard to clean up his act to avoid getting kicked off the team, they want more from him. He’s willing to make changes, but the most important one—putting their happiness before his own—means he’ll probably end up alone.
This e-book contains material not suitable for readers under 18. It also contains scenes that some may find objectionable, including BDSM, ménage sex, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, and one man erroneously labeled as vanilla. Author strongly advises care be taken when using ladders and gym equipment in ways other than originally intended. And sex on cruise ships whenever possible. The author advises that as well.
“Want me to make you something?”
Her voice . . . his throat locked, and it took all his strength to turn and face her without tears in his eyes. She stood there in one of Max’s T-shirts, all lovely curves, bare feet, and rumpled hair. He laughed as he tossed the wrapper of the protein bar in the trash. “I hope I didn’t wake you up? I’m going to meet my brother at the gym.”
“You have to eat more than that.”
“You don’t have to take care of me anymore, Oriana.” He moved away from the kitchen counter and cupped her cheek so she wouldn’t be hurt by his words. Still, they had to deal with this. “You know that.”
“But . . .” Her hand went to her bare throat out of habit and her eyes widened, as though she’d expected his collar to be there, as it had been for so long. As it had been the night before. With a lock only he had the key for. Max must have cut it off for her. But why? “Dominik, I still love you. This is . . . hard. I’m still looking for a way to make this work for all of us. But it can’t, can it?”
He tore his gaze away from where her hand rested against her neck. “I would have given you the key, sweetheart. All you had to do was ask.”
Max might has well have taken those metal cutters to Dominik’s chest. Because he wouldn’t have used them unless Oriana asked him to. He could feel them snapping their razor-edge deep even now. Making raw meat of all the fragile bits within. Like his heart.
“You’ll come tonight, won’t you? I need . . .” Oriana blinked fast as she backed into the counter. “I need you there. Because I still don’t know if I’m doing the right thing.”
“What do you have for you when you go, Oriana? Besides Sloan and Max?”
“The team doctor in Calgary offered me an internship. And if not him, there are sports therapists that talked to me about working with them. Someone must really want Sloan, because I’ve been offered scholarships—”
“You’ll have everything you need.”
“Except the team, and . . .”
And me? He automatically added the words, but he really wasn’t sure she would have said them. Nothing but wishful thinking. Which he should be past at this point. Her little gestures showed him she was still hanging on, but not in a way that would do either of them any good.
“Not ‘buts,’ pet. Put how big this will be for Sloan aside. You won’t have to deal with your father anymore. You’ll be free to live your own life. Don’t let anyone hold you back.”
“You never held me back, Dominik.”
“Yes, I did. Sweetheart, you have something special with Sloan—something I haven’t accepted as well as I should have. I’ve been trying to protect you from him. Negotiating limits that you need to set.” He shook his head. “Sloan resents me, and I can’t really blame him. You’ve been using me as a crutch, and that’s not a relationship.”
“I didn’t mean to—”
“I know you didn’t.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. Fuck, he just wanted to hold her. Tell her he’d fix everything. Except . . . doing that was what had brought them to this. “Oriana, I want you to be happy. You’re not happy here.”
She inhaled roughly, then exhaled, nodding slowly. “You’re right. But it’s not because of you. It’s . . . everything. I need to figure things out. And anyway, nothing’s set in stone yet. We’re just going to explore our options.”
“I know.” I also know you’re not coming back. Not to me. He eased his hands from his pockets, then went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, doing his best to sound casual when he spoke again. “Give me a call when you’re leaving, okay?”
“But . . .” She came up behind him and put her hand on his forearm. “You’re coming to see us off, right?”
He bent over to kiss her forehead, his tone only a little gruff. He took a big gulp of water. Cleared his throat. “I’ll be there.”
On the porch, the door closed tight behind him, Dominik stood and looked out at the clear blue sky, letting his eyes drift shut as the sun’s rays tipped over the low roofs of the bungalows across the street. The summer warmth caressed him but didn’t touch the cold numbness that made him feel dead inside. He drew in a shaky breath and forced himself to walk down the steps. To unlock his car and get in. His brother, Cameron, was waiting for him. Had come all the way down to Dartmouth because he needed a fresh start.
His timing was perfect.
As he started the engine, a soft rap on the window brought his head up. He opened the door and leaned back. “What is it, Max?”
Max looked toward the house, raking his fingers through his overgrown, beach-boy-blond hair. His bright blue eyes had taken on a shadowy cast. His throat worked as he swallowed. “I just wanted to tell you . . . fuck, man, don’t come tonight. Oriana will understand. This is hard enough for the both of you, and we still don’t know if—”
“I’m coming to say goodbye. Because it will be goodbye, Max. We both know that.”
“It don’t have to be. We could try—” Max cut himself off and shook his head, holding up one hand. “Naw, don’t bother. We’ve tried it all, haven’t we?”
“Then there’s really nothin’ else to say.” Max’s jaw clenched. His hand shook as he reached out to grip Dominik’s over the steering wheel. “Shit, I didn’t realize it would be this hard. I’m gonna miss you. We had it good for a while.”
“We did.” Dominik turned his hand, fisting it around Max’s. His throat tightened. Nothing would be as hard as saying goodbye to Oriana, but saying goodbye to Max came close. He’d never known a man like him. He grinned as he pictured Max, flopping onto the bed over him before an early morning practice, pulling him into a choke hold, laughing as Dominik snarled and did his best to toss the insanely chipper man over the side of the bed. They’d wrestle until Oriana came in with coffee and pronounced a winner. One morning, when Max had come in, Dominik was already up. On the phone with his sister who was panicking because their older brother, Joshua, was MIA. He was in the Air Force, and his plane had to make an emergency landing in hostile territory.
Oriana’s father wasn’t doing well, so it was Max who had taken the trip home with Dominik, who had sat with him and his mother and sister while they waited for news. He’d been Dominik’s fucking rock, helping him stay strong for the women. And damn it if he had cheered the loudest when the call came to tell them Josh had been found. Alive and well.
Dominik laughed and pulled Max down for a rough, back-slapping hug. “I’m going to miss you, you crazy redneck.”
“Hey, it’s not like we’ll never see each other again!” Max grinned as he straightened. “Just keep the hatin’ on the ice when my new team kicks Cobra ass.”
Dominik chuckled. “Will do. If that happens. But you have to promise me something.”
Max expression changed. Utterly serious, he said, “anything.”
“Take care of her. Make sure she speaks up for herself. She needs more than Sloan is giving her.”
“And take care of you.”
“Right back atcha, man.” Max pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, then ducked away from a halfhearted punch. “You hear me though, right? I’m not really gone. Just a call away.”
“I hear you.” But Dominik would never make that call. Because Max needed to speak up for himself, too. He’d stood back too often, letting Dominik say what he couldn’t. He’d matured as a Top, could give Oriana most of what she needed in a scene, but still let Sloan take over far too easily.
They’ll work it out. Let it go.
“Tell Cam I said hi.” Max slapped the side of the car, then took a step back as Dominik pulled out. Through the rearview mirror, Dominik saw Max bow his head, nod once, then head inside. He was a good man. The kind of man Oriana deserved. And knowing Oriana had him made it a little easier for Dominik to buck up and keep going. Because she would be fine as long as she had Max.
We’ll all be fine. The steering wheel creaked as every muscle in Dominik’s body tensed.
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About the Author
Bianca Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.
Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds.
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