Miranda Silver

Hi there! I write erotic romance and new adult books. 
My debut novel "The Boys Next Door" is on Amazon: https://goo.gl/wysA47 
See below for an excerpt, and pre-order the sequel: https://goo.gl/Kt4Aow

After years of daydreaming through classes and meetings, I began writing my own stories. I love muffins, kissing, secrets, angst, naughtiness, and new experiences. 

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From "The Boys Next Door" (MFM menage):

"Let us take care of you, Diana," Brendan whispered. He was right up against her, cupping her chin like he was about to kiss her again. "You need experience. You need to get over your shyness. We can help you."
And he was smiling at her like he was suggesting something perfectly reasonable.
"We?" she stammered. "Us?"
"Me and Ian." His voice was as patient as it had been when they were kids and he was explaining the rules of a game.
"At the same time? Are you crazy?" Her head was heavy or light, she couldn't tell which. Ian was running a finger inside the top of her swimsuit bottoms, inches above her pussy, pulsing with need. "Both of you--"
"Both, or neither."
"I don't--"
"You can trust us, sweetness." Brendan nuzzled her neck. She tried to get her breath under control, but it wasn't happening. Trust them? Definitely not Ian, and she wasn't so sure about Brendan, either. "We've known each other forever. We'll make you feel so good."
His voice was coaxing. Diana shuddered, water lapping her body, as Ian caressed her belly, driving the heat between her legs higher and higher.
"We used to know each other. We're different now."
"Yes and no."Leaning forward, Brendan gave her a soft, sticky kiss. "What do you think?"
Diana turned to Ian, not trusting herself to answer. He hadn't said a word this whole time. 
"Say something," she said softly.
Ian's hand slid into her wet hair, pulling her head back. 
"I want to fuck you."