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Kat McKinney, Wedding Slut
Polyamory: The Bridesmaid Always Comes Twice: The Adventures of Kat McKinney
Meet Kat McKinney, Wedding Slut
Wedded Bliss Plus-One Never a Bride Cold Feet A brand new prologue and epilogue Sneak preview of the new paranormal erotic fantasy, Erlking.
Kat doesn’t want to get married. She just wants to have a wedding. And to have sex with her husband — whoever the hell he is — on the altar. And have the orgy to end all orgies at the reception. And…
Collected here for the first time are Kat’s complete adventures — funny, fantastical, sometimes sad, but always sexy. Get Kat anywhere near a wedding… and wild things are sure to happen.
Here are the complete chronicles of Kat’s nuptial naughtiness:
Wedded Bliss Plus-One Never a Bride Cold Feet A brand new prologue and epilogue Sneak preview of the new paranormal erotic fantasy, Erlking.
(M/F, M/F/M, M/F/F, and orgy erotic romance. Adult readers only.)
- GenresErotica
113 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 1, 2015
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April 22, 2015
I read each of these stories as they came out and loved them — Mary Cyn has a wonderful ability to vary from wild comedy to wild emotion, all while keeping things very, very sexy.
There are all sorts of scenes here: an epic fantasy orgy, a happenstance post-wedding threesome that feels like much more, a bunch of brushes with almost-infidelity (and more group sex), and an amazing finale that is satisfying on every level. And tying them all together is the narrator, Kat McKinney, with her tart, touching observations about sex, about love, and about the search for The Guy, with her conversations with her barfly father confessor (where is Nick when you need him?), and with lots of weddings. Even when you want to scream at her for falling into yet another phenomenally stupid situation, you want to hug her and laugh with her. It all feels amazingly real. Kat seems like the kind of girlfriend who you love just to meet over drinks because she makes you laugh (except when she makes you want to cry).
When this collection came out, I read the whole series over and was pleased to find that, in fact, not only did the story arc hold together beautifully (there's an added prologue and epilogue to tie things together nicely) but in fact reading them together added to the experience. Nice job!
There are all sorts of scenes here: an epic fantasy orgy, a happenstance post-wedding threesome that feels like much more, a bunch of brushes with almost-infidelity (and more group sex), and an amazing finale that is satisfying on every level. And tying them all together is the narrator, Kat McKinney, with her tart, touching observations about sex, about love, and about the search for The Guy, with her conversations with her barfly father confessor (where is Nick when you need him?), and with lots of weddings. Even when you want to scream at her for falling into yet another phenomenally stupid situation, you want to hug her and laugh with her. It all feels amazingly real. Kat seems like the kind of girlfriend who you love just to meet over drinks because she makes you laugh (except when she makes you want to cry).
When this collection came out, I read the whole series over and was pleased to find that, in fact, not only did the story arc hold together beautifully (there's an added prologue and epilogue to tie things together nicely) but in fact reading them together added to the experience. Nice job!
January 2, 2016
I never read erotic fiction. Or certainly haven't for decades. And when I have it's been historical or science fiction-fantasy, rarely if ever contemporary fiction.
My last reads were probably sneaking copies of Jean M. Auel's Earth Children series from my dad's heap of old paperbacks. Or the feminist propaganda my mother no doubt *thought* she was gifting me for my 13th birthday with a clearance sale hardcopy of Pamela Sargent's The Shore of Women. (Seriously, she took me to see James Lapine & Stephen Sondheim's Into the Woods that year too and was MORTIFIED when themes went sexual (think Cinderella's prince and the Baker's wife) more than when they went dark (think mentally-ill Rapunzel committing suicide by giant)...my mom really only read blurbs.)
So spring ahead 25+ years and here I am, 40 years old, far from virginal, a Biologist by degree well-versed in human anatomy, physiology, and behavior...and while embracing my friend's anthology of contemporary erotic prose thinking how BEYOND grateful I am *NOT* to be living in the seemingly similar dualism of social awkwardness and sexual freedom that I once was just a decade or two ago. Call it age, experience (infirmity?) or maturity...it's a wonderful thing to be fairly accepting of myself: my physical and mental ailments, my personal preferences, and all my particular propensities.
Yes, I'm grateful I'm not young Kat McKinney, grateful for only 96 pages to relive the glancing similarities between us, but especially grateful to see her grow and learn and live during the course of those short chapters. Perhaps even envious. Definitely hopeful...for her possible future, and for mine.
Well done, Mary Cyn. Well done.
My last reads were probably sneaking copies of Jean M. Auel's Earth Children series from my dad's heap of old paperbacks. Or the feminist propaganda my mother no doubt *thought* she was gifting me for my 13th birthday with a clearance sale hardcopy of Pamela Sargent's The Shore of Women. (Seriously, she took me to see James Lapine & Stephen Sondheim's Into the Woods that year too and was MORTIFIED when themes went sexual (think Cinderella's prince and the Baker's wife) more than when they went dark (think mentally-ill Rapunzel committing suicide by giant)...my mom really only read blurbs.)
So spring ahead 25+ years and here I am, 40 years old, far from virginal, a Biologist by degree well-versed in human anatomy, physiology, and behavior...and while embracing my friend's anthology of contemporary erotic prose thinking how BEYOND grateful I am *NOT* to be living in the seemingly similar dualism of social awkwardness and sexual freedom that I once was just a decade or two ago. Call it age, experience (infirmity?) or maturity...it's a wonderful thing to be fairly accepting of myself: my physical and mental ailments, my personal preferences, and all my particular propensities.
Yes, I'm grateful I'm not young Kat McKinney, grateful for only 96 pages to relive the glancing similarities between us, but especially grateful to see her grow and learn and live during the course of those short chapters. Perhaps even envious. Definitely hopeful...for her possible future, and for mine.
Well done, Mary Cyn. Well done.
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