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Dirty Drinks with Michelle Graham & Swag Giveaway

by on February 17, 2014

Dirty Drinks

There are thousands of mixed drinks, each with their own delightful blend of liquor, but sometimes it’s hard to remember what they’re called if you want to order them. However, some of them have names so distinctive, they’re impossible to forget.

In my upcoming release, The Stylist, His Dom, and Their Dancer there’s a scene where the heroes are serving up some of their favorites to the heroine. The excerpt is below and contains a couple of interesting shooters (Orgasms and Blow Jobs), but here a few of my favorite naughty named drinks. The recipes are ones that I am familiar with, though you might know of some variations.

Slow Comfortable Screw: Fill a tall glass with ice and add 2 parts gin, 1 part Southern Comfort, fill the rest of the glass with orange juice.

Slippery Nipple: Equal parts Bailey’s and butterscotch schnapps in a shot glass.

Sex on the Beach: Fill a tall glass with ice, add equal parts vodka and peach schnapps, fill the rest of the glass with orange juice.

And this last one should only be bought/made for someone else.

Rocky Mountain Bear Fucker: A shot with equal parts tequila, whiskey, and rum.

Do you have a favorite dirty-sounding drink? I’m always on the lookout for new recipes. Leave me a comment and you’ll be entered to win a delightful swag bag (US and Canada) or an ebook and $10 Strandbucks (International).

Michelle GrahamThe Stylist, His Dom, and Their Dancer (Hedon Falls 4)

By Michelle Graham

Stylist and salon owner Remy Alexander got a second chance at love when he found Seamus O’Connell, but the more time he spends with his daughter’s dance teacher, the more he wonders if there is room for another in his marriage.

As a result of a troubled past, Shay needs order and control in everything, from his work as a chef, to the bedroom he shares with his submissive husband. Remy’s idea to have a ménage relationship upsets the delicate balance Shay has created for himself, but he can’t deny his desire for the sexy dance instructor.

Nicole Collins is a good Catholic girl who pours all her energy into her work as a dance teacher. When she falls for Remy and Shay, they teach her about passion, submission, and love, but incur the wrath of her own father. Can Nicole find a way to hang on to everyone she loves, or will one relationship cost her the other?

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The knife tapped against the cutting board as Shay mutilated the celery. When that was done, he turned to the peppers, reducing them to tiny bits in a matter of minutes. As he continued his preparations, he tried not to think about the dance teacher. Tried not to think about the supple strength of her legs as she moved. Tried not to think about the way her sports bra had clung to her breasts. Tried not to think about how hard he got watching her.

With a groan, Shay continued to take his anger out on the helpless produce. He couldn’t stop thinking about her and it scared him. He was a married man, but his husband seemed to share his attraction to the woman. He didn’t know what to do, and the uncertainty scared him. Everything in his life was in perfect order, from his kitchen, to his bedroom, to his goddamn tie collection. Where did Nicole fit in?

A movement on the other side of the island caught his attention and he looked up to see Remy sitting on one of the bar stools watching him.

“We need to talk,” Remy said.

“I don’t want to talk.” Shay scraped the chopped veggies into the pan on the stove, poured some wine over them, and then took a long swig from the bottle.

“Shay, I know you’re attracted to her. And I think she’s attracted to us too. Maybe we can invite her to join us.”

Shay choked on the wine. “What do you mean? A threesome?”

The sexy smile on Remy’s face said it all. Rage flared in Shay’s head. “How can you possibly suggest that?” His voice boomed through the kitchen and Remy blanched. “After what they—You know that there’s no way I could do it!”

Fear sliced through the rage, gripping Shay’s heart and squeezing as a memory flashed through his head. Pushing it back, Shay grabbed another pepper and started to chop it. He ignored Remy’s attempts to talk to him. Remy knew his history. He knew why a threesome would never work, but he had the nerve to suggest it anyway. He got some satisfaction picturing how red he planned to make Remy’s ass later.

“Fuck!” Shay cried as a burning pain lanced his fingertip and looking down, he saw he’d cut himself with the knife. “Goddamn it!” He thrust his hand under the tap and turned on the water. Fiery needles jabbed through the finger and up into his arm and he swore again, unable to keep back the tears now.

Remy appeared at his side with a towel and wrapped it around Shay’s finger before leading him to a stool. Unable to control his sobs, Shay buried his head against Remy’s shoulder and let the pain pour out. Remy stood silent until Shay was able to get himself under control. Remy’s ability to give Shay exactly what he needed made him the ideal mate, and that’s why the suggestion of a threesome took Shay by surprise. Shay lifted his head from Remy’s shoulder and wiped the last of the tears from his face.

“I’m good,” he said at last. “Sorry about that.” Shay glanced down at the towel to see it soaked with blood. “Shit. The bleeding isn’t stopping.”

“Okay, let’s get to the hospital, then,” Remy said. “I’ll get someone to watch Ainsley.”

Shay went to turn off the stove and grab another towel. In the background he heard Remy on the phone, and then he yelled for Ainsley to come downstairs. Remy explained what had happened and Ainsley ran over to hug Shay.

“Papa, are you going to be okay?”

His heart melted a little and he kissed her forehead. “I’ll be fine sweetie. But I can’t finish supper, so do you want to order a pizza?”

“Yeah!” she cried. “Can I call?”


She skipped off to the drawer where they kept the take-out menus and began flipping through them. The front bell rang and Remy took off to the door. Checking for his wallet, Shay headed to the door, but stopped short when he saw Nicole standing there. He glared at Remy.

“Shay, are you all right?” she asked coming over to him. She looked down at the bloody towel and gasped. “Oh my God!” Her hand brushed his arm and an electric jolt raced through him, causing his cock to harden. Damn, Remy!

Remy avoided making eye contact with Shay as he escorted Nicole into the kitchen where Ainsley shrieked with delight. When Remy returned, he held the door for Shay and helped him into the car, even doing up his seatbelt. After sliding into the driver’s seat, he started the vehicle and pulled out into the street.

“That was sneaky,” Shay said finally.

Remy had the decency to look guilty. “I’m sorry. I just thought that if you got used to her being around, you might realize that she’s not like—”

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t finish that sentence.”

Remy stayed silent the rest of the ride, while Shay thought about Nicole. There was no denying her beauty. Or his reaction to it. It had been years since he’d been with a woman. He missed the soft curves, the feel of breasts, the slick wetness of a pussy. Shit, now I’m hard again. In truth, the more he thought about Remy’s suggestion, the more he liked it, and it scared the crap out of him. He couldn’t imagine finding a sweeter woman, but he knew only too well that people could change when they got into the bedroom. And if she were going to be with them, she’d have to be submissive. He couldn’t be intimate with someone who wouldn’t follow his directions exactly.

When they reached the hospital, Shay still hadn’t figured anything out. He and Remy walked into the Emergency Department and quickly went through triage before being asked to sit in the waiting room. The silence stretched out uncomfortably, until Shay couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I’m sorry for freaking out.”

With a gentle smile, Remy took his good hand. “I only brought it up because I saw how turned on you were from watching her. I thought…”

“She turns me on and I won’t pretend she doesn’t,” Shay said. “But asking her into our bed is a huge step, for all of us, and I don’t think I’m ready for it.”

Giving his hand a squeeze, Remy leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I didn’t say it had to be right away. Let’s spend some time getting to know her, letting her get to know us.”

Shay leaned his head against Remy’s. “You’re not just talking about a physical relationship here, are you?” Remy shook his head. “I’m not going to make any promises, but I’m willing to think about it and see where this goes.”

Shay’s heart fluttered when Remy’s lips brushed his, knowing that ultimately, he wouldn’t be able to resist his husband, or the gorgeous dancer.

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“What do you want to drink?” Shay asked.

“Um, I’m not sure,” she replied, biting her lip. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

With a sexy smile, Shay stood and came over to her. “My guess would be something smooth and sweet. A good Irish girl like you must be familiar with Bailey’s Irish Cream?”

“Give her an Orgasm,” Remy suggested, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

Nicole gasped and her jaw dropped open. Surely she hadn’t heard correctly. When she looked back at the desk, Shay was pouring some of the Bailey’s into a shot glass.

“An Orgasm is a shot with equal parts Bailey’s and Peppermint schnapps,” he explained as he added the second liqueur. He handed her the tiny glass. She peered into it, and then took a tentative taste. “Drink the whole thing at once,” Shay instructed her. Nicole closed her eyes and poured the whole shot into her mouth, allowing it to sit for a second before swallowing. It burned, but only slightly, and she loved the taste.

“Mmmm,” she said as she opened her eyes. “That was good.”

Remy laughed, a sexy chuckle that made her stomach flip again. “I think she liked the Orgasm, Shay. Why don’t you give her another one?”

“Multiple Orgasms are best,” Shay replied as he poured the second drink.

Nicole drank the second one and then noticed that she seemed to be the only one drinking. “Aren’t you guys going to have something?”

“Oh, I prefer a Blow Job,” Remy said.


“An Orgasm, but with whipped cream on top,” he replied, coming over to the desk. “Shay, how about a round of Blow Jobs?”

“Coming right up, sweetheart.”

Nicole couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her throat as Remy grabbed Shay and kissed him.

“Why the laughter?” Shay asked as he squirted whipped cream onto the top of the shot glass.

“You guys are so bad,” she replied. “All this talk about orgasms and blow jobs. You’re going to corrupt me.”

“That’s the idea.” The corner of his mouth twitched and Nicole swallowed, her body throbbing. “To do this shot, you have to put your hands behind your back, take the glass in your mouth and down it.”

Not sure she could accomplish the task without spilling the drink all over herself, Nicole decided to at least try. She put her hands behind her back and bent over the desk. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she lowered it over the shot glass, earning groans from the men. Closing her lips around the glass, she straightened up and let the drink pour into her throat. Her head spun and when Shay took the glass from her, she held up her hand. “I’ve had enough. I’m pretty drunk.”


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  1. bookskater permalink

    Glad I found this series. This looks like a good book. I just bought the first book in the series. Thanks for the giveaway!

  2. Ingredients:

    1 ounce Jagermeister
    1 ounce peach schnapps
    2 ounces cranberry juice

    Pour the ingredients into a cocktail shaker filled with ice.
    Shake well.
    Strain into a shot or old-fashioned glass.

    Favorite for girls night out.

  3. Terri H permalink

    Sounds like my kind of story – sex, love, and alcohol!

  4. Deep Throat
    Equal parts of each

    Whipped Cream


  5. Wanda permalink

    Can’t wait!!!!

  6. Diana Merritt permalink

    I don’t think it would take too many drinks to get me drunk. They all look good.

  7. Woohoo! Cocktails and hot guys! Hell Yeah!

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