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Three Degrees East of Bliss

by Silke Ming



Jason Porter is convinced his lover Gabriel Parker is being unfaithful.

Hypnosis reveals that in the early 1900’s, Gabriel used to be a priest named Damien Fassnidge, who due to a sexual indiscretion, was banished to the island of Barbados as punishment.

Sailing from Cork to Barbados to take up his new position, Damien meets and befriends a brash, young Irishman named Nicholas Duffy, who is also on his way to take up the position as a sugar plantation manager. In Barbados friendship turns to love. Torn between his love for the church and his love for Nicholas, Damien decides to leave the priesthood, but before he has a chance to resign, an anonymous letter is sent to the church and he is dismissed. Defrocked and ashamed, he and Nicholas plan to leave the island, but a new piece of information comes to light which puts their relationship in jeopardy.  

Will Jason Porter believe this incredible story about Gabriel Parker?

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Nicholas Duffy watched Damien walk away. He liked him. He was not the usual, stuffy, old priest. He had a sense of humor, he was young, and best of all, he took the occasional nip of gin. In addition, he was very handsome with his red hair, green eyes, and a muscular build. He was definitely not the image one conjures up when thinking of a man of the cloth.

Sitting with Father Damien had its advantages. He was a deterrent to those mothers eager to have their spinster daughters married off because they all knew that there were no eligible young men on the island. As long as he was sitting with the priest, mothers did not dare approach him on such a delicate subject.

The two men were as different as night and day. One was renowned as a gentleman and a man of the cloth, while the other was a man seeking to find his place in society, and Barbados was just the place to do it in spite of the unscrupulous reputation of the island. Nicholas`s lifestyle did not quite fit in with his conservative surroundings in Ireland, and when he saw the advertisement in the local paper, he jumped at his chance to climb the ladder of success.

* * * *

“Two aces trump your kings,” Nicholas declared, holding Damien’s gaze.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” Damien said. “I should’ve known you were a card shark.”

“Grrrr!” Nicholas shouted, curling his lips and baring his teeth. “I am indeed a card shark.”

Their card game had attracted a few of the fellow passengers, and they crowded around them, making it a tad uncomfortable for Damien. He thought it better to retire for the evening, before a simple game of cards turned into an Irish brawl.

“Sorry, but I must call it a night. Tomorrow promises to be another long day on the stormy waters of the Atlantic.”

“See you at breakfast then, Father?”

“See you then. Goodnight, Nick.”

“Goodnight, Father,” the group of onlookers echoed.

In his little room, Father Damien got to his knees, and said his nightly prayers before crawling into bed and pulling the covers over his head. It was the month of November, and the sea was turbulent. It was the end of the hurricane season, but that didn’t mean that it was the end of the bad weather. That night the ocean was not in a particularly good mood. The ship lurched and tilted to one side, scaring its occupants out of their beds.

Suddenly, someone was knocking on his door, and when Father Damien opened it, he found Nicholas standing there, whiter than a sheet, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Let me in, Damien,” he shouted.

“Yes! Yes! Come on in,” Damien replied, hanging on to the closet door for stability. “Come in.”

“I think I’m going to be sick, Damien,” he shouted.

Damien just had enough time to direct him to the small sink in the bathroom, where he emptied his stomach. Damien cleaned his face with a cool cloth, and the young man stumbled onto his bed, still retching and gagging, until the towel fell away from his body, exposing a stalwart erection. He groaned for a few moments, and then was suddenly quiet. Damien’s eyes opened wider than saucers, as he stared down at the massive rod of thick flesh. His mouth dropped open, his shaft stirred in his pajamas, and he clenched his fists at his side, staring, unable to look away. Not knowing what else to do, he threw the towel over Nicholas’s lower body, but it wasn’t enough. The damage had already been done, and a tent appeared where he had thrown the towel. Finally turning away, Damien stared up at the ceiling, while his unwanted guest sprawled across his bed and continued to moan and groan.



The moment the man saw Father Damien dressed in his vestment, he made a sign of the cross.

“I’m looking for Mr. Duffy,” Damien said.

The man pointed to someone in the distance, riding around on a horse.

“He’s over there,” the man said.

He recognized him as an Irishman by his heavy Irish brogue.

“I would like to speak to him. Would you get him for me?”

The man walked away and spoke to Nicholas, who turned around, raised an arm above his eyes to block out the sunlight, and stared at him. The horse started a slow trot in Damien’s direction.

“Father Damien, where were you all this time? I thought you had returned to Ireland.”

“I can say the same thing about you. You promised to come by and see me at the parish church.”

“Well, Father,” he said, dismounting his horse, “I was thinking about it, and I thought it would be better if I left well enough alone.”

Damien was confused by the remark, but did not immediately acknowledge it. He gazed at Nicholas. Barbados seemed to agree with Nicholas. He looked healthy, handsome, and as brown as butter. Riding around all day on his horse certainly seemed to have its advantages.

“What are you saying, Nick? I thought we were friends.”

“Of course we’re friends. Because we haven’t seen each other doesn’t mean we’re no longer friends. You were always in my thoughts.”

He handed the reins to the field hand, and with a gesture of the head, directed Damien into the plantation home.

“You’re living in the lap of luxury,” Damien said, taking in the antique furniture that adorned the home.

His host poured two shots of rum and handed one to him.

“The best stuff there is,” he said, lifting his glass.

“In heaven there is no beer.

That’s why we drink ours down here.”

Damien nodded, acknowledging the Irish ditty.

“Cheers,” he said, knocking his glass against Damien’s. “So how is hell treating you?”

“Cheers! Just like it’s treating everyone else,” Nicholas replied, before throwing his head back and gulping down the smooth, sweet liquor. “Had lunch?”

“No, but I’m hoping you would ask me.”

Nicholas laughed, poured two more drinks, and led Damien out to the veranda.

“I can see that Father Kelly has taught you well.”

“You’ve never met him.”

“Ah, but this is a small island, my boy. His reputation has preceded him.”

“Well then, I must be more careful.”

Half an hour later, a woman showed up on the veranda to say that lunch was ready. Damien’s eyes bulged as he stared at the amount of food she had laid out. There was enough on the table to feed an army.

“Let’s eat,” Nicholas announced.

Father Damien closed his eyes in a silent prayer. Nicholas gazed at him, his long eyelashes fluttering over his piercing, blue eyes. When Damien opened his eyes,  they stared at each other, unblinking.

“So what have we here?” a hungry Father Damien asked, looking from one dish to the other.

“I don’t know. As long as it looks delicious, I eat whatever Mabel puts on the table in front of me.”

Damien spooned some rice onto his plate, and added some stew and vegetables.

“You’re right, Nick. Whatever it is, it’s really delicious.”

His eyes still riveted on Damien, Nicholas couldn’t seem to look away, especially when he served himself another helping. He thought Damien looked different. The sun had given him a healthy glow, and he seemed even more handsome than he was on board the ship. He couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“You’re gawking at me,” Damien remarked.

“I like looking at you. I was thinking how much more handsome you’ve become. It must be the Barbadian sunshine and fresh air.”

Damien put his cutlery down, and their eyes met.

“If I didn’t know you better, I would swear that you’re coming on to me.”

Nicholas did not reply, but kept on gazing at Damien.

“Tell me, Damien. Why did you become a priest?”

“Just as you wanted to be a plantation manager here on this island, is the same reason why I became a priest.”

“I had always thought that it had to be a calling. Why do I think yours wasn’t a calling?” he asked, getting up and standing behind Damien’s chair.

“That’s a misconception, Nick. It was a calling,” Damien said, reaching for his glass and swallowing back the rum in one gulp.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Father?”

“What makes you think that?”

“You seem nervous,” Nicholas said, returning to his seat and continuing his lunch. “Do you remember that night when I came to your room? I was distressed and in need of comfort, and you comforted me.”

“That’s part of my vocation. I’m here to console those in distress.”

“Father, you are playing with me. You know what I’m saying, and if you don’t know, I’ll spell it out for yer.”

“It’s getting late. Perhaps I should be going.”

“So you do understand what I’m talking about?”

Nicholas stood up and moved close to Damien, so close he could smell the rum on his breath. Damien was nervous, and it showed. His eyelashes fluttered like a moth attracted to light, and he headed for the kitchen door, mistaking it for the entrance door.

“Can I get you something?” the wide-eyed housekeeper asked, unaccustomed to seeing house guests in the kitchen.

“I was on my way out, but I opened the wrong door.”

“I’ll show you the way out, Father.”

Nicholas was waiting by the car when he ran down the stairs.



About the Author


Writing is my passion. I started out with poetry at an early age, and then moved onto novels. Not a day goes by that I do not do some form of writing. I have written six fictional novels, and when time allows, I try to read at least two books per month, thanks to the convenience of the e-reader, which makes it easy to shop the bookstores from the comfort of one’s home.

In addition to my love of books is my love of travel. My career has taken me all over the world, and I have lived in The Caribbean, Italy, India, Germany, and now make Canada my home. If I were to leave Canada for another destination, it would be to live in Bali or New Zealand, because I find the culture and landscapes of both countries breathtaking. My two other passions are gardening and cooking, and I consider myself a gourmet cook.

I am relatively new to romance writing, and have written sixteen romance novels which are all available at most popular book stores.

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Other titles by Silke Ming


Curious Series                                   Paint me Curious Bronze

                                                             Paint me Curious Red


 Josephine Series                              Possessing Josephine

                                                             Josephine Revisited


                                                             For the Love of Jonathan


                                                             Dancing with Angelique


The Five Widows                              Sasha’s Temptation

     Series                                             Indigo’s Final Surrender

                                                             The Colors of Autumn

                                                             Scarlet’s Redemption

                                                             Ruby Red


Endless Possibilities                         Endless Possibilities

     Series                                             Endless Possibilities – Call of the Heart


The Baron and the Violinist

The Layover


The Claim Series                               Staking His claim – Part 1 of 3

                                                            Possessing his claim – Part 2 of 3


Three Degrees East of Bliss            New Release Part 1 of 2




*Guest Blog* Theirs for the Taking by Silke Ming

Theirs for the Taking

by Silke Ming

The very lovely Sarah Marsh has graciously accepted to host me today.
My new book – THEIRS FOR THE TAKING – is now on pre-order from Siren Bookstrand.


Cody and Chelsea Stretton are looking to add a third person to their relationship, and Cody’s handsome, wealthy new boss, Eden Stone fits the bill. However, the couple is ill prepared for Eden’s addition into their lives and bed, and will test the strength of their relationship, ultimately enhancing it, as the trio deals with various problems that continue to arise.



“Perhaps I should be going,” she said, getting up. “It’s getting late and I promised Cody that I’d call him when I got in.”

“Thank you for your wonderful company,” he said, “but before you go, there’s something I want from you.”

“What?” she asked, wondering what was on his mind. 

“Give me your underwear,” he said, holding out his hand.

She gasped and they stared at each other.

“You said you trusted me,” he said, standing inches in front of her.

“But I trust you,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

“If you trust me, then give them to me.”

She lifted her skirt, lowered her underwear over her hips, down to her ankles, and handed them to him.

“That’s the first step in our relationship. I want you to trust me, Chelsea. I hope you wouldn’t challenge me when I ask you to do anything,” he said, drawing even closer to her.

He was so near she could smell his cologne. Spice! She loved the fragrance.

“Thank you for a beautiful dinner,” she said, walking toward the door.

He guided her by the elbow, suddenly stopped and pushed her up against the door.

“I want you, Chelsea. More than you’ll ever know,” he said, lifting her hair and sucking on the soft spot behind her ear.

His tongue circled the shell of her ear and she could feel his hardness pressing against her mound, causing her juices to ooze freely between her thighs. She writhed hungrily against him.

“You want me, too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, gazing into his face.


“Lift your blouse and show me one of your breasts,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes pinned on her chest.

She slowly raised her blouse, still holding his gaze. When he saw the swell of her breasts, his cock turned somersaults fighting to get out of his pants.

“Delicious! They have exceeded my every expectation,” he said, pulling on the bra cup with one finger and watching her nipple appear over the top, followed by the rest of her creamy breast.

She stared at him as his eyes took in every inch of her puckered peak. He looked from her breast back to her eyes, and he salivated as he stared down at that one mouth-watering mound of flesh.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do to you?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

“Anything you want, but I prefer to be licked,” she cried out, her head thrown back against the door.

It was as if a shot of passion had been injected directly into his veins, and his cock stirred.

“With your panties in my pocket, I know your cunt must be wet and dripping.”

“Yes,” she whispered, still holding his gaze.

“We’ll take this to the next level when Cody returns,” he said, running his tongue slowly across her lips. “At that time, I will grant you your wish and lick you all over.”

She stared at him, her lips parted and his tongue invaded her mouth exploring every corner. He sucked on her warm tongue leaving her breathless with desire, and then stepping away from her, he lifted the bra cup with two long fingers and covered her breast. But she wanted more and disappointment registered across her face.

 “Next time we’ll discover each other, with Cody, of course,” he said softly.

He opened the door and she stepped out, one hot and bothered mess.

“I can sense your arousal,” he whispered, opening the limo door and allowing her to slide in. “There’s one more thing.  Don’t make any plans for next weekend, because we’re going to my cabin by the lake. All of us.”


They were only about five minutes away from Eden’s home when the telephone in the limo rang. Robin picked it up and spoke to the caller, then asked Chelsea to pick up the receiver. Eden was on the other end.

“Chelsea,” he said his voice raspy and low. “I’m going to test you. I want to know that I’ve gained your trust.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You said you like to be licked, so I want you to allow Robin to lick you. When the limo’s parked, Robin will join you in the back. You’re not to touch Robin, but Robin can touch you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You promised you wouldn’t ask why. I’ll put it this way. If Cody, you and I are entering into a relationship, there has to be a certain amount of trust between us, wouldn’t you say?”


“When I want you and I call, I want you to drop everything and come to me.”

“But Robin is not a part of the relationship.”

“I’m testing you, Chelsea,” he said as the limo came to a complete stop in a poorly-lit street. Robin opened the back door and climbed in. “I’ll be listening, Chelsea. Don’t disappoint me.”

His words rang in her ears. You aren’t to touch Robin, but Robin can touch you wherever he wants. She wondered why he kept using the chauffeur’s name, but she was too aroused to worry about it. Robin! Robin! Robin!

Robin removed his chauffeur’s cap and laid it on the seat behind them, allowing a sea of blonde hair to cascade around his face. Robin’s hands crept slowly up her thighs until they reached her warm center.

He pushed her skirt up around her waist, a sea of blonde hair falling over Chelsea’s thighs, and allowed his fingers to roam. He rubbed his fingers slowly around her clit and she purred like a kitten.

Already wet from the effects of Eden’s kiss and the promise of a hot and sizzling weekend with the two men, excitement caused her pussy to throb, and even though she had made a half-hearted protest, the feel of Robin’s fingers on her warm, wet clit had her squirming and bucking toward him.





I have always loved writing. I started out with poetry and then graduated novels. Not a day goes by that I do not do some form of writing. I have written six fictional novels, and when time allows, I try to read at least two books per month, thanks to the convenience of the E Reader which makes it easy to shop the bookstores from the comfort of one’s home.

In addition to my love of books, is my love of travel. Although my career was in travel, I am still bitten by the travel bug, and travel whenever I can. I have lived in The Caribbean, Italy, India and Germany, and now make Canada my home.

If I were to leave Canada for another destination, it would be to live in New Zealand, because I find the culture and landscape breathtaking. My two other passions are gardening and cooking, and I consider myself a gourmet cook.

I am new to the romance genre and it has been quite a challenge, but as you can see from my list of titles, it has become one of my favourite pastimes.

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Looking for some more Silke Ming? Check out these other titles!

 Curious Series:                                 

Paint me Curious Bronze

Paint me Curious Red

 Josephine Series:                            

Possessing Josephine

Josephine Revisited

For the Love of Jonathan

Dancing with Angelique


The Five Widows Series:                              

Sasha’s Temptation

Indigo’s Final Surrender

The Colors of Autumn

Scarlet’s Redemption

Ruby Red


Endless Possibilities Series:                        

Endless Possibilities

Endless Possibilities – Call of the Heart


The Baron and the Violinist

The Layover (released Jan 4th, 2016)