I'm so excited that Perfect Formation was nominated for a 2009 CAPA award. And when I look at the other nominees, I'm especially honored. Be sure to check the main website for a chance to win a copy of Perfect Formation on the 14th!
From Shannon, in her TRS review, "Ms. Alan does an outstanding job of creating a sexy love story that brims over with tender touches and seduction, capturing the emotions and insecurities of each character with fascinating results. The whirlwind attraction, sexual tension, and heat is thrilling to see but the author showcases her ability to capture the reader's attention by demonstrating vivid characterization and a tightly drawn plot with enthralling results. The ménage relationship is portrayed as a natural, powerful, and soulful bond between the three lovers creating a circle of completion."
Perfect Formation is available at Ellora's Cave.
BLURB:
Friends for much longer than they’ve been lovers, Taryn and Richard enjoy each other’s company while looking for “Mr. Right”. When the darkly handsome Caleb walks into their lives, the sexual attraction is instant and mutual—for all three. Caleb wines and dines them then shows them how good it can be if they trust him to lead the way. One night is all it takes to prove that the three of them are a perfect match, at least in the bedroom.
Taryn has to decide if explosive sex and the feelings quickly overtaking her are worth the risk of losing it all—again. Richard sees Caleb and Taryn as the perfect couple but isn’t so sure there will always be room for him in their ménage a trois. Sexual dominant Caleb has to suppress his urge to tie them to the bed until they understand that they both belong with him—forever. But if they don’t come around soon, he’ll be pulling those ropes out after all.
EXCERPT:
Up ahead, the door of the bar, Roisin Dubh, swung open emitting a man and a woman clinging to each other, clearly drunk. The woman’s laugh captured Caleb’s attention. Her long, thick hair was rich brown and his fingers itched to run through it. The man’s hand on her ass showed off her sexy curves to great appeal. For that matter, there wasn’t anything wrong with the man’s ass, either.
They stopped under a streetlight at the curb in front of the bar, hanging on to each other. Caleb chuckled as a wayward curl defied the man’s clumsy attempt to push it back and it flopped onto his forehead, the muted light picking up golden highlights in the light brown locks. His eyes tracked down over strong features to full lips that invited a nibble or two.
Caleb suppressed a slight groan as the woman brought one hand up to the man’s neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He wanted to feel that slight weight on his own shoulder. Well, on his chest anyway, she wouldn’t have been able to reach his shoulder. Something about the two of them together hit all of his buttons just right. He tried to determine which he found more attractive as he began walking again, heading toward the pub door.
The man started to fall, obviously trying to let go of the woman, so as not to drag her down with him. She was just as obviously trying to hold him up, and not about to let go. Caleb hurried to reach them and held the man steady while he got his feet back under him.
Bracing one hand on Caleb’s shoulder, the man closed his eyes in an obvious attempt to gain his equilibrium.
“Thanks.”
Caleb looked at the woman who was eyeing him like a box of chocolates.
“Yummmmm,” she murmured under her breath, though Caleb heard it clearly. She put one hand out and laid it on his chest, her eyes glassy, her expression dreamy. She gave a tiny whimper and her fingers gripped tightly into him. Caleb worked hard not to smile. He checked her companion for a reaction, but the man’s eyes were still closed.
“Taryn,” the man said, then went quiet.
“Richard,” Taryn answered.
“Taryn,” Richard tried again. “Are we still moving?”
Taryn seemed to think this over for a minute, but then lost track of the question.
“Ricky, he’s so frickin’ hot,” she said, somehow under the illusion that Caleb couldn’t hear her. Her eyes hadn’t left his chest, but now they began to make their way south.
Richard blinked his eyes open, looked at Taryn, then followed her gaze straight to Caleb’s crotch. He licked his lips. His hand clenched where it rested on Caleb’s shoulder as he swayed.
“Taryn.”
“Richard.”
“Taryn, you are really drunk.”
“Okay.”
“No, I mean really. Are you aware that you’re staring at this nice man’s crotch?”
Taryn considered this. “Yes, but, I don’t think it’s real.”
Caleb gave an astonished gasp, while Richard blinked some more. “It looks real to me. It looks real big. It looks real…” He licked his lips again, swallowed hard.
Taryn’s brows crinkled in confusion. “No, I mean, I don’t think the man is real. This is a dream, or maybe an hallucination. He’s like, our dream man or something, don’t you think? What’re the chances a perfect man would be standing right here, right now, while we’re really drunk?” she asked.
Richard started to nod his head and then started to fall over. Caleb stepped in closer to prop him up, bringing the three of them into a tight formation. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so entertained by such nonsense. Drunk people tended to strike him as very stupid, but he liked these two. And not because they were attractive, but because they seemed like nice people. He snorted his disbelief at himself. His movement closer to the girl had gotten her hand moving and it began to roam his chest.
“Well,” Richard said. “Is it your dream, or my dream?”
This stumped Taryn for a good minute.
“Maybe it’s my dream,” Caleb threw in.
Taryn’s hand on his chest tightened and Richard’s moved down from his shoulder to his biceps.
“Huh,” they both said, then looked at each other.
“Do you know this hot man, and you’ve been holding out on me? Is he gay?” Taryn asked Richard.
“No. Do you know him and you’ve been holding out on me, worried he’d turn gay if he met me?” Richard asked in return.
“No,” Taryn said, then turned back to Caleb. “It can’t be your dream, you don’t know us.”
“I’m Caleb,” he said.
“Oh,” Taryn said.
“Huh,” Richard said.
“This must be your dream,” said Taryn. “If it was my dream I’d be naked by now.”
“You don’t think we’d be naked by now if this was my dream?”
“Oh. Maybe it is my dream, ’cause if it was your dream, I don’t think I’d be here right now. You don’t dream about me with other men, do you?”
“I never have before, but it seems like a fine time to start.”
“Do you dream about Richard with other men?” Caleb asked Taryn.
“Well, I had that weird dream where he was being stalked by that creepy doctor guy on that show Doctor England, MD. Remember that, Richard?”
“No,” Richard said. “I don’t think I was there for that dream.”
“And then there was the dream with that hunky action hero, from that movie this summer, remember, Ricky?” Taryn went on, not listening. Her eyes got wide and dreamy. “That was an excellent dream. You were still seeing Bruce then, so I might not have told you about that one. I was getting horny, because we hadn’t had sex in like, six months. I had to go buy a new vibrator after that dream.” She closed her eyes, smiling as she remembered.
“Huh,” Richard said. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about that one. Taryn.”
“Ricky.”
“I don’t think we’re dreaming.”
There was silence for a few minutes.
“I don’t ever remember dreaming that I was going to throw up before.”
“Maybe you guys should walk down to the diner on the corner. Get some food into you,” Caleb suggested.
“How long have we been out here?” Taryn asked. “The taxi still hasn’t shown up.” She looked up and down the street in irritation.
“About fifteen minutes,” Caleb told her. “You should get some food into your systems, soak up some of the alcohol.”
Taryn looked at him some more, blinked a few times. Then the color washed out of her face. “Oh shit. I’m not dreaming, am I?”
“Nope. Neither am I. Neither is Richard.”
She blushed. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually drink this much. I’m sorry we’re acting like idiots. You don’t have to stand here. We can wait for the taxi.” Her eyes were fixed on his chest, but not quite in the awe-inspired way as before.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Please visit me at www.kbalan.com to find out more about Perfect Formation or my paranormal release, Alpha Turned. Linda L. at TRS said "K.B. Alan creatively crafts a paranormal that reaches down and pulls the reader into the story." and gave it five hearts! And a big thank you, again, to The Romance Studio for the great review and the nomination.
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