Naughty Wishes Part III: Mind
by Joey W. Hill
InterMix
Contemporary Romance: Sensual, Sensual: Erotica
March 15, 2016
Available in: e-Book
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Naughty Wishes Part III: Mind
by Joey W. Hill
The author of the “erotic and emotionally
charged”* Naughty Bits turns up the heat in
Naughty Wishes Part III: Mind, as a boldly
experimental threesome redefines the meaning of love and
desire.
Samantha and her roommates Geoff and Chris always loved each
other, but when Sam introduced the two men to the
possibilities of deepening that relationship, something
clicked. After all, they always had the desire to claim Sam,
and to fulfill her fantasies of being taken by both of them.
Yet as their sexual experiments grow in intensity, the two
men open themselves up to even more unexplored naughty
wishes — the ones they have about each other.
Although they’ve been close since childhood,
there’s always been something more complex at the
heart of the friendship between Geoff and Chris. All they
needed was a catalyst to bring it to life. Now that Sam has
become that catalyst, Geoff and Chris fight for
dominance—and the struggle between them is the stuff
of absolute ecstasy.
Includes a teaser for Naughty Wishes IV: Soul
Other Books by Joey W. Hill
Joey W. Hill's Bio
I've always had an aversion to reading, watching or hearing interviews of favorite actors, authors, musicians, etc. because so often the real person doesn't measure up to the beauty of the art they produce. Their politics or religion are distasteful, or they're shallow and self-absorbed, a vacuous mop-head without a lick of sense. From then on, though I may appreciate their craft or art, it has somehow been tarnished. Therefore, whenever I'm asked to provide personal information about myself for readers, a ball of anxiety forms in my stomach as I think: "Okay, the next couple of paragraphs can change forever the way someone views my stories." Why on earth does a reader want to know about me? It's the story that's important.
So here it is. I've been given more blessings in my life than any one person has a right to have. Despite that, I'm a Type A, borderline obsessive-compulsive paranoiac who worries I will never live up to expectations. I've got more phobias than anyone (including myself) has patience to read about. I can't stand talking on the phone, I dread social commitments, and the idea of living in monastic solitude with my husband and animals, books and writing is as close an idea to paradise as I can imagine. I love chocolate, but with that deeply ingrained, irrational female belief that weight equals worth, I manage to keep it down to a minor addiction. I adore good movies. I'm told I work too much. Every day is spent trying to get through the never ending "to do" list to snatch a few minutes to write.
Despite all these mediocre and typical qualities, for some miraculous reason, these wonderful characters well up out of my soul with stories to tell. When I manage to find enough time to write, sufficient enough that the precious "stillness" required rises up and calms all the competing voices in my head, I can step into their lives, hear what they are saying, what they're feeling, and put it down on paper. It's a magic beyond description, akin to truly believing my husband loves me, winning the trust of an animal who has known only fear or apathy, making a true connection with someone, or knowing for certain I've given a reader a moment of magic through those written words. It's a magic that reassures me there is Someone, far wiser than myself, who knows the permanent path to that garden of stillness, where there is only love, acceptance and a pen waiting for hours and hours of uninterrupted, blissful use.
If only I could finish that darned "to do" list.
I welcome feedback from readers—actually, I thrive on it like a vampire, whether it's good or bad. So feel free to visit me through my website.